#I know not many people will be on at the moment because it is uhhh ten AM on a weekday. But there's that

[birchbow]

==> Snaketroll: snag hot older girlfriend and get absolutely topped

Yeah alright. Done and done, apparently.

Your name is VERATO UDERAK, and you're pretty sure you've just been successfully SEDUCED. You definitely always assumed that your WEALTH OF SECRETS AND INTRIGUE would keep you from ever being taken by surprise and lead to you being the primarily guiding party in whatever PALE RELATIONSHIP you eventually managed to establish, but instead you just got absolutely cold-cocked by a STONE-COLD BADASS. Emotionally-speaking.

Her name is Chayal Rishet, and she's a PROFESSIONAL LAUGHSASSIN of impressive renown. She's compelled you through several weeks of dedicated SECRET-SNIFFING and RUMOR-MONGERY just to learn the name and sign to her face, and when you proved yourself a CAPABLE CONTORTURENIST and tracked those things down she showed up at your door and made it clear she thinks you're PRETTY MOTHERFUCKING PITIFUL. In a HOT WAY.

So, anyway, now you're pinned to your couch.

Verato: Assesssss the situation :oY

==> Her body and bearing ==> Her face and affect ==> Her history and reputation

[tinystarbites]

accidents pt. II | Spencer Reid x fem!reader

Summary: during a long case away, Spencer accidentally sees Reader's nudes on her phone and can't cope because he is a MESS for reader whoops pt.II The Reckoning /j, this is basically just 10k words of porn with feelings yikes

Warnings: SMUT MDNI, 18+ only, fem!reader, fluff, some angst (still Spencer feeling he isn't good enough 😔), EMOTIONSSS, Spencer STILL loves you so much, he gets a hug, and so much more!, talk about sex, detailed asking for CONSENT (be safe people), sex (piv), some frottage, uhhh what else, dirty talk, some dom/sub understones (sub!Spencer ofc), little bit allusion to subspace, Spencer discovers so many kinks in this awww we're so proud of you bby (mentioned kinks: praise kink, squint of liking being embarrassed, tiiny bit of a voyeristic thing), also I made him a virgin whoops so virgin!Spencer, proofread but prolly not perfect lol. Tell me if I'm missing any tags I am so tired

(also, Spencer will be bisexual in all of my Spencer fics because I am not a coward like the writers were and I will honour Spencer the way he was intended to)

HERE you can read pt. I, I do recommend it to have context and all but do whatever you want lmao I'm not your mother anyway have fun being completely wrecked like I was while writing this!! also thanks so so MUCH for 400 followers and almost 2k likes on the first part, you guys are the best and I hope you enjoy this fic as a thanks!!<333

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Spencer’s never sprung from his bed faster in his life before.

His heart is a jackhammer in his chest, chipping away at his ribs one bone splitter at a time because-

It’s you. In front of his door. And Spencer is so hard it hurts but- he can’t just-

“Spencer?”

He sucks in a haggard breath, hands reaching up and messing up his hair even more. His thoughts are everywhere and nowhere at once and he just needs to- needs just a moment to-

“Uh, yeah, just a second!”, he calls back, voice scratchy and used from the- the moaning Jesus Christ because he was about to come with your mental image and he somehow, magically, managed to apparently conjure you up in front of his door with his pathetic pining and oh god-

He has to- ugh- has to wash his hands and make it go away and –

“Okay, I’ll just…chill with that weird plant here.”

An overwhelmed whimper slips past his lips and he just, stands there for at least another five seconds before something in his mind snaps back into place and he rushes to the small, adjacent bathroom of his room.

After he thoroughly washed his hands, his erection has flagged off enough so that it’s not the first thing greeting you when he opens the door and thank god for that.

And oh- seeing you after doing that actually knocks the wind out of his lungs because you are just so goddamn lovely it makes Spencer want to do stupid, stupid things like cry or kiss you or spontaneously combust into a million pieces.

For once, he does something okay-ishly sensible though.

“Hi.”

You look at him, one eyebrow raised in amusement or scepticism, he doesn’t know for sure. Your eyes hold mirthful sparkles in them when he finally manages to meet your gaze, so he settles for the former of the two options.

You’re not wearing your work clothes anymore. Rather, you went for a cozy looking, oversized sweater and funkily patterned leggings. Your fashion sense outside of work always reminded Spencer of Penelope’s.

“Hi to yourself”, you chuckle, “Can I come in or are you too busy reading ten books at once?”

Spencer feels himself flush under your gentle teasing.

“Only seven books. But, yes, of course you can come in.”

He turns out of the way, creating room for you to pass him into his room. As soon as you are inside, you don’t hesitate to jump onto his bed and flop on your back with your arms spread wide.

Spencer’s breath hitches and he has to do some very extensive mental gymnastics to supress all the inappropriate thoughts from escaping the box he banished them into. Controlling his body’s response to seeing you in the same bed he was just jacking off in is… a different story. He pulls down the hem of his shirt as discreetly as possible, as he takes a seat next to you. Making sure that there is not too much distance between you two as to raise any suspicion and make it obvious he’s trying to get some distance between you, but also enough space so that he isn’t enticed to do anything unwise. Like, reach out and feel your warmth underneath his fingers. Or the softness of your skin. Or anything else really.

The more seconds tick by in which neither of you say anything, the more nervous Spencer becomes. He starts fiddling around with his fingers, aborting more than one move to steal a glance at your face to see what you’re thinking.

“Spencer”, you then finally say, voice kind of pout-y and if that didn’t make Spencer whip his head around to face you, the next thing you say for sure does. “Do you hate me?”

“Wha-“, he sputters your name, “No- no! Of course, I don’t- whe- why would you think that?”

You let out an exasperated groan, moving around until you are lying on your side, head propped up on your arm and frowning up at him. “Because you’ve been acting hella weird these last few days and you won’t tell me whyyyy”, you drag out the last syllable, pout on your lips and Spencer has to look up at the ceiling or else he’s just going to confess everything without second thought and that will definitely not happen.

“I haven’t been acting weird, really, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

You remain silent again and Spencer feels the judging glare you send his way without having to look at you. Yes, he has been acting weird, he knows that, but you can never ever know the reason why tha-

“Is it because you saw my nudes?”

Spencer almost breaks his neck with how fast he whips his head down to look at you again. A strangled noise escapes him without permission and what. What.

“Because, that would actually explain so much, especially the way you’ve been acting and really, that’s probably on me because I’ve always been telling myself to put them behind a password block but I somehow always manage to forget that because apparently I have only one braincell left that’s stuck spinning on the deep-fried version of Funky Town and well, I guess I’m glad it was you that found them and not someone else and-“

“What? No, no, I didn’t- What- that’s not- what-“, Spencer cuts off your rambling with a horrified, screeched version of a protest because how- how could you have guessed what’s going on with just one try? Is Spencer so- so absolutely besotted with you that he’s so obvious? Spencer is so very confused and overwhelmed with whatever the hell is going on, he kind of misses the slight twitching of your mouth.

“Come on, Spencer. I said it’s fine and basically my own fault. Uh- well, actually… sorry. Because, well, that’s probably not very work-appropriate… I will pay for your therapy session, just send me the bill.”

Spencer thought he’d reached the limits of confusion seconds ago but apparently, he hadn’t. What. What are you even saying?

“Therapy sessions?”

You just- ignore him.

“Oh, also, please don’t tell Hotch? He’ll be pissed, despite me literally just doing hot-girl shit, y’know-“

Oh, Spencer cannot take it anymore.

He says your name and, “Stop, please, please, just-“

You snap your mouth shut, pulling your lips between your teeth and Spencer definitely doesn’t miss the way you have to force your mouth to stay still this time.

“Are you- is this a joke?”, Spencer asks, frazzled and desperate and so confused he just wants to bury his head under the duvet and never come out again. Because if you don’t actually know but- are just joking around, oh Spencer is overwhelmed, alright.

Your expression changes into something panicked then. “No, no, Spencer, sorry. I’m- sorry. Of course I’m not joking, I’m so sorry. It’s just a little bit too easy to tease you. Sorry.” You actually look apologetic now, lips downturned and frowning slightly.

“Not joking- so… so, you know?”, there’s something big and anxious pressing inside of Spencer’s chest. The urge to hide away and never face daylight again intensifies tenfold. He’s flushing before he realizes, hands trembling and breathing a bit too fast to be considered normal. Oh god, you know, you actually know, you’re going to- you’re never going to speak with him again you are probably here to tell him how weird and- and-

You must’ve noticed the frenzy he is thinking himself into, because you reach out with one hand and gently nudge his thigh with one knuckle. “Spencer”, you say, voice serious and steady and not the slightest bit disgusted or harsh and it snaps him out of his anxiety spiral.

“I knew the second I walked back into that room after you basically fled the precinct. I am, really, genuinely, sorry for making you uncomfortable. Like, it wasn’t actually my intention for you to see them. And then, after I realized what… I just wanted to wait and see what you’d do, if you came to talk to me or, well…”

You sigh, the hand that nudged him ruffling through your hair.

“I didn’t handle this situation very well. I’m really sorry. So… “, you trail off, scrunching your nose in that adorable way of yours that makes Spencer want to kiss it until it scrunches even further because you’d laugh and try to fight him off.

“We can just- forget about this. Forget that it ever happened, or-“, you hesitate again.

Spencer feels suddenly breathless. Like he stands in front of a cliff face, seconds before taking the step to send himself careening towards something immeasurably great or devastatingly fatal.

“Or…?”, he breathes, voice small and unsure.

You meet his eyes again after what feels like hours. There’s something intense in them, burning, and it’s like an electric shock to Spencer’s system. He’d give anything for you to keep looking at him like that forever.

“Or”, your hand returns to his thigh, but this time you let your fingers travel along the shape of it and Spencer whimpers. The burning in your eyes intensifies and Spencer feels hot, suddenly, so hot he’s burning with it. “Or we can do something else.”

“Something else?”, Spencer basically croaks because his throat is so dry and it’s difficult for his body to function properly when you are touching him like that.

You hum in agreement. “Whatever you want. You can tell m-“

“You.”

You look a bit startled when he cuts you off with that one, desperate syllable. Startled but also endlessly amused and Spencer just- his mind is apparently turned off, what the-

You laugh quietly, and your eyes soften, and it does something to Spencer that leaves an ach-y feeling in his chest. Oh, he loves you so much he can’t take it.

“Sure. You can have me”, you say simply, as if it’s the easiest thing in the world for you to admit, “Tell me what exactly you want, because I’d give you the world if you asked.”

And suddenly there’s hot pressure behind Spencer’s eyes, at the back of his throat. You’re just- just- amazing and so lovely and so kind to him, no one has ever said something like that to him, he doesn’t know how to handle it.

Spencer blinks up to the ceiling, desperately willing these stupid unwelcome tears away because crying about you treating him kindly is so on the bottom of the list of acting casual about this, so he rather feels than sees you sitting up next to him. Your hand slips from his legs and he feels the loss of your touch as if someone sucked the marrow from his bones. Before he can say something embarrassing like ‘please touch me again’ he feels your hand covering his. It fills him with a heady kind of courage.

“I want…”, Spencer starts, feeling entirely too uncomfortable with having to state his deepest and darkest desires. There’s the old familiar urge to start picking at his nails nagging at him, but you just interlace your fingers with his and start tracing random patterns into the skin there with your thumb. Spencer melts against you and tenses up at the same time because it’s just so- so nice. It feels so nice and Spencer never thought he’d ever get to have things like that with you but you’re here. You’re here, with him, and basically offering Spencer the entire world on a silver platter but it’s still so so unfathomably difficult just saying what he so badly wants.

“You want…?”, you hum slightly, voice soft and so tender as you continue painting patterns on his skin and Spencer would literally die for you. And that’s the entire problem. Spencer doesn’t know if you’d do the same. Well. Maybe not die die for him but. He can’t just sleep with you, and it not meaning anything to you. It would kill him. It would kill him, if after you give him tenderness and pleasure and acceptance in a way he’s never dreamed of receiving, you would go back to normal. Always politely distanced, close, but never close enough and it already twists his chest just thinking of that possibility.

“I just-“, he tries again, but when the words are stuck in his throat, sticky molten sugar that tastes like bile and fear, he pulls out of your grip and buries his face in his hands. He’s so bad at this. He’s the worst. No wonder he’s never had- had something like Morgan has, one night stand after one night stand (not that he particularly wants that, god no, but just-) because Spencer is just so bad at spilling all of the things that plague his gut and keep his thoughts in overdrive at night. No wonder he’s never even had a girlfriend or boyfriend before.

“Hey, hey, Spencer”, he feels your hands cupping his own, still over his face. Not taking them away, but just – there. “It’s alright, penguin, we can always come back to this another time. I’ll wait.”

Spencer’s face crumples and his breath hitches a little because- penguin. That’s the frankly ridiculous nickname you’ve been using for him ever since he apparently once looked like one, with that white scarf and knee-length black coat he wore during one of your cases where a blizzard surprised not only the team, but also the unsub. Spencer, like most of you, wasn’t prepared and thus, had to make do with what the helpful officers provided them with. And well, Spencer drew the penguin stick it seemed.

It’s ridiculous but sweet and it always makes him feel so loved, loved by you, because it’s adorable and theirs and he just loves it irrationally much, okay? And also, penguins are just really fascinating because-

“Did you know that most penguins live monogamously? The Emperor penguin is actually one of the only ones that mate seasonally, they only have one mate per breeding season. But most others have a mate for life, like, like swans and bald eagles.”

Before Spencer even opened his mouth, he was aware of the fact he was going to ramble on about some unimportant stuff. It’s always like this, it always feels like a breath he’s been holding in for too long, like an itch somewhere in his weird brain that only stops when he opens his mouth and infodumps and he cannot stop it. No matter how consciously he is telling himself to cut it out or screaming at himself to shut the fuck up you weirdo, it’s unavoidable. As soon as his brain latches onto a statistic or a fact it is reminded of, it’s an unstoppable force.

Like now. He is kicking himself. Why, oh why can’t he ever be normal? He feels himself flushing bright red from embarrassment and shame and frustration. He can’t believe he is rambling about birds while- while whatever the hell you two are doing right now. While in the middle of a conversation that started out with you confronting him about him seeing your nudes, jesus christ.

Spencer is about to suffocate himself with a pillow when you let out a graceless snort.

It confuses Spencer so much he lowers his hands to look at you and- oh.

Your eyes are shining with something that looks so close to what he would call affection, and it makes him want to bawl his eyes out and at the same time, smile so hard there’ll be laugh lines on his cheeks for the rest of the week.

“Well, that fits perfectly then”, you say, and Spencer doesn’t understand.

“What do you mean?”

You smile just a little wider, a little more teasingly but in a nice way, in a kind way and it leaves Spencer’s chest blooming with warmth.

“If you’re my penguin, I’ll be your penguin.”

Youryouryouryouryour-

Spencer feels entirely braindead. Only the fact that you called him yours registers. Because yes. Yes. Spencer is so yours he’d gladly let you make every decision for him from now on in his life and yes. That’s not exactly a very normal thing to think. Or to want. Spencer doesn’t care. He’s never felt normal about you for a day in his life and he definitely won’t start now.

“You- you mean- like, as, as mates?”

You scrunch your nose in disgust. “If you want to call us that, I think I’ll take back my offer.”

It punches a giggle out of Spencer, sudden and kind of light-headed. He watches your face break into a wide grin.

“But you- you’d like that?” You’d like me?

You pull a face, sniffing in a nonchalant way, direct your face to your nails in fake disinterest.

“Sure. Whatever.”

And Spencer can’t help himself. He sobs out a laugh- laughs out a sob or, whatever that weird noise he makes is, because you’re so ridiculous and he loves you more than anything in the world.

You roll your eyes, fondly, shake your head slightly.

“Of course, Spencer. I’d like that very much because I like you a very unnormal amount. Literally. On my knees, crying, screaming etcetera”, you say just like that, smiling just like that.

Spencer feels like he’s dreaming. He must be. There’s no other explanation for it. He just can’t wrap his head around the fact that you could like him. You. You’re so, so lovely and amazing and you deserve everything good in this world and Spencer is just. Spencer.

“You- you like me? Me?”, Spencer can’t hide the incredulous tone that seeps into his questions because you like him?

There’s no traces of humour in your eyes anymore. Your eyes look painfully honest, face suddenly serious, and it steals Spencer’s breath away.

You lean closer to him again, grabbing his hands with yours. Your gaze bores itself into his, intense and steady and he can’t look away. “Spencer. I know it’s- I know life has been hard on you for way too long. And that leaves its marks on you. That’s fine. It’s human. But. You do not deserve any less love because of that, do you understand me? Of course I like you, what isn’t there to like? You’re kind and funny and sweet and just so- Spencer. You’re so lovable and it kills me to know that you don’t see how you are so worthy of being loved.”

Oh.

Oh.

You can’t just- can’t just say things like that and expect him to not cry a little. Can’t expect him to act completely nonchalant and cool about all of this when you say things like that to him. Are you trying to kill him? Because it sure does feel like that.

Spencer is so completely at a loss. He doesn’t know what to say to that- not to mention what to do. How do you always do this? How can you see straight to the hidden, bruised core of him, littered with all these ugly and bad things and. Just. Figure out what to say to strike him exactly there.

It should scare him, being known so deeply. It should, but it doesn’t because it’s you. You are warmth and acceptance like his favourite place in front of a fireplace, book in hand and rain gently knocking against windows. You are quiet mornings at work, you are soft rays of sunlight in his hair, you are gentle hands helping you up when you fall and bruise your knees. You are –

A touch to his cheek startles him. He opens his eyes – when did he close them? – to your fingers brushing some stray tears away, so softly as if he’s something precious, something to be held delicately. That thought sends new tears spilling down his cheek. He can’t believe this is affecting him so much, so completely he simultaneously feels like he is going to shatter and be stitched back together again.

He never knew he needed this so much.

“Sorry for making you cry, penguin. I didn’t think this discussion about my lack of nude etiquette would get this emotionally damaging”, you say, voice hushed in the big silence of the room, a small smile on your lips and eyes so kind.

Spencer snorts, despite himself. This has really been a very bizarre evening. He feels almost drunk on the weirdness of it all, on the rollercoaster that his emotions have ridden all evening. That’s probably why he does what he does next.  

“Neither did I, especially after you interrupted me while I wa-“

Spencer shuts his mouth so fast he clicks his teeth together, eyes wide and suddenly horrified. He- what-

Why?

Why can’t Spencer ever keep his big mouth shut? Is he completely and utterly insane?

There’re alarm bells going off somewhere in Spencer’s head and a concerning warmth settling deep in his stomach when your grin takes on a slightly devilish edge, one he knows all too well and. And. Oh. He’s in trouble. So much trouble. Why did he have to say that?

“After I interrupted you while?”, you prompt him, eyes electric and hot and oh god-

Spencer is so dumb. An idiot. Of the highest order. High IQ, where?

“Nothing”, he says, voice high-pitched and rushed and he curses himself and his ability to act everything else but nonchalant. He’d be the worst actor of all time.

“Spencer.”

The tone of your voice rearranges something in his neurons. He can feel himself sit up just that little bit straighter, can feel his mind buzz at the edges. He’s never felt like this before.

He loves it.

“Hmm?”, is all he gets out. Trouble, so much trouble.

Suddenly you’re standing up, away from him and Spencer wants to whine because you should stay there next to him, forever fixed to his side. He doesn’t have to despair long, because you take one of your knees and gently nudge his legs apart with it and okay. Okay. That definitely didn’t just send Spencer’s mind reeling. That wasn’t just totally the hottest thing that ever happened to him.

You slot yourself between his legs as if you own that space and. In his humble opinion, you do. You so do. Spencer is willing to give you a map of his entire body and a marker and tell you to please demarcate every part of him you want. He’d give it to you, no questions asked.

He is looking up at you, at your burning eyes that still hold something so soft in them that makes the lump in his throat bigger again. And by god, Spencer just needs to hear you say it again-

“You like me?”

You move closer to him, lifting one hand and placing it underneath his chin. Your thumb traces along his jaw and Spencer feels like he is going to burst into a million embarrassed pieces.

“Yes”, you say simply, but the way you say it. Spencer can’t help but shiver and exhale shakily. He feels so warm, everywhere. His skin burns where your fingers are touching him. He never wants this to stop.

“You- You want me?”

Your hand grips his face a little stronger, your other fingers splaying over and down his throat and there’s a high noise coming from somewhere and there’s goosebumps on his body everywhere and oh, wait- it’s him. The noise. Well, how embarrassing but. He doesn’t care. Nope. Not at all.

…Okay maybe a little. His face feels warm, suddenly, warmer than the rest of him and yes. He’s blushing, okay?

“Spencer”, the way you say his name it- god, “I want you. I said it before, but. I will give you anything. Tell me what you want, Spencer, and you will get it from me.”

Your eyes are so dark and your voice so low and Spencer actually whines and. He’s hard again, so hard, because he didn’t come before and now, he’s even more pent-up and his thoughts are a mess, but you haven’t even touched him more than this and he’s already so worked up from you just saying these things to him-

“I want you”, Spencer pants, currently finding no other English words in the dictionary of his mind. And well. Emily was right about him. IQ slashed to zero when pretty person do thing.

He watches you take a deep breath, as if to steady yourself, as if this whole thing is affecting you as much as it affects him but that’s- ridiculous. Impossible. Because. Have you seen yourself?

“I know that, Spencer. But what do you want from me? Do you want me to kiss you?”, you ask, face suddenly so close to his Spencer feels your breath fan over his skin, and he whimpers because yes he wants that wants that- “Do you want me to touch you more?”, your other hand grabs his side, gentle but just a little bit roughly and Spencer is suddenly vividly reminded of the fact how strong you are and he feels kind of lightheaded-

“Do you want me to fuck you, Spencer?”

Spencer is going to pass out. And die. And moan and say, “Please yes yes yes”. Maybe not in that particular order.

“Okay, angel, anything you want”, you say, smiling softly at him as if he’s the best thing in the world and angel. Angel. Angel.

Before he’s even started to process you calling him angel, he sees a glint in your eyes, that edge in your smile again and before he knows what’s happening, you’re kissing him.

You’re kissing him and it’s- everything.

Your mouth is soft against his, and Spencer’s insides twist and flutter and his brain is kind of lagging behind, but he wants to be closerclosercloser-

It’s so good Spencer completely blanks on everything. There’s nothing in his mind except the feel of your lips moving against his. There’s no insecurity, no embarrassment tainting this moment even though this is literally like, only the sixth kiss or so of Spencer’s life and he has no idea what he is doing. But it’s so good.

A noise somewhere between a moan and a whimper escapes him when you lick into his mouth and Spencer’s soul almost leaves his body. He feels you shudder where you are pressed together, chest to chest.

“Spencer, Spencer”, you breathe against his lips, in between wet, hot, kisses. You rub your nose against his, eyes closed.

“Hmm?”, he hums, his voice somewhere in Canada or wherever. His mouth is too busy smiling so wide it hurts, anyways. No time for articulating anything.

“You’re amazing, Spencer, amazing.”

And he wants to shake his head, no, because the only one amazing here is you. But it’s impossible to disagree with you when your mouth has returned to his in a way that is probably ruining him for anyone else. (He’s okay with that.)

You peck him on the lips once, twice more, before you press your lips against his jaw, exactly where you had your fingers before. Your hands are basically the only thing holding Spencer up in a sitting position, because he feels like molten chocolate in your hands. Muscles apparently forgetting to do their job and well. Who can blame them? Spencer has stopped thinking in proper sentences the moment you had walked into his life, so. Only a matter of time until you broke the rest of him as well.

You kiss his neck and Spencer gasps. It’s really been a hot minute - three years, one hundred, twenty-one days and twenty hours to be exact – the last time he made out with someone. Everything feels heightened on his heated skin, especially you opening your mouth against him and licking him oh god-

It almost feels like a reward when you gently bite at his skin next. Spencer almost screams.

“So good, so so good for me”, he hears you whisper into the skin of his neck and this time, Spencer does make a noise. Because yes. He wants that. Be good for you. That’s the only thing in his fuzzy mind that feels clear, that feels graspable.

He can see your pupils dilate. Can see the wicked lilt to your lips. “You like being good for me, don’t you, angel?”

ANGEL. Spencer is nodding his head before he knows he does so. “Yes, yes.”

“Fuck”, he hears you breathe against him and it’s strange, seeing the effect he has on you. Did really he do that? “I can’t believe how incredible you are, sweetheart.”

And you need to stop. If you keep calling Spencer these things- he’s pretty sure he won’t survive this. The team would need to find another genius to solve cases with. His cactus Greg would dry out and wilt and die. You and Penelope would need to find another victim to send confusing memes to.

“Did you like my pictures, Spencer?”, you then ask and that’s so not fair. You can’t just ask him that while he’s so utterly in your hands that he’s sure he’d tell you about every little fantasy he’s had about you ever if you asked.

Because Spencer wants to be good, feels that need so deeply in his bones, he nods frantically. “Yes, I- I liked them.”

At the same time the words leave his mouth, something feels wrong. There’s an ugly thing twisting in his stomach, so unpleasant it momentarily occludes the high-octane bliss-fuzz fogging up his mind.

You notice the shift in mood almost immediately. “What’s wrong, angel?”

And well. It’s just- that guilt. Of not saying anything to you about Spencer seeing your nudes, of just ogling you like that without your permission. That wasn’t very good of him. Actually, the opposite. He’s been bad and he hates that. Hates that so severely that there’s suddenly tears on his cheeks and oh no. That’s mortifying. Who cries before sex? Jesus Christ he’s such a virgin it is genuinely embarrassing.

“I’m- I’m sorry”, he stutters, a little bit hysterical, creating distance between you, arms slung around himself, “I should’ve, should’ve said something, I’m so so sorry, I’m the worst friend and now I’m- I’m crying, oh god, I’m so sorry-“

“Hey, hey hey whoa. Spencer, darling. Penguin. Look at me, please?”

But he shakes his head. He doesn’t deserve to look at you again. What was he even thinking? He was- so creepy and now- now-

Two warm hands grab his face and then Spencer is looking into your eyes again. He squeezes his own shut, but all that it does is send more tears spilling over his cheeks and he’s so fucking stupid-

“Baby, please.”

Spencer sobs.

Jesus Christ. Jesus Christ. That’s the best thing he has ever heard but he doesn’t deserve these things.

“Of course you deserve it, silly goose”, you say and oh. He’s said that out loud.

Your thumbs brush over his cheeks and Spencer can’t not lean into your touch, despite everything. Because that’s just the way it always is. He’s drawn to your warmth and tenderness like a moon revolves around its planet.

“I thought we’d established that it was an accident? And if it was someone’s fault, then mine, because no password, remember?”

Spencer opens his eyes. The deep affection swimming in yours makes him sob again. He’s a mess. A crying, horny mess and Spencer definitely fucked this up. Why does Spencer always ruin the few good things in his life?

“Spencer, Spencer. Hey. It’s okay, I promise you. We wouldn’t be doing this, if it wasn’t, okay?”, you kiss his nose. “Do you want to lay down, maybe?”

He nods, not really thinking clearly. He moves up the bed, under the covers and curls up on his side. He waits for you to get up from the bed, for you to walk over to the door and leave. To say that this was a mistake, he was a mistake. To say that you take back everything you said to him in the last half hour.

He’s not just a little surprised to feel your weight dip the mattress, to feel even more sudden warmth engulf him when you spoon him from behind. You start tracing swirly patterns over the skin of his arm and he feels goosebumps spread all over his body.

Some minutes tick by, you still holding him, when his tears have finally dried up. He doesn’t remember crying so much in one day. Spencer feels miserable.

“Do you still like me?”, he asks, and yes, it’s pathetic and stupid but. He doesn’t care if you never have sex or if you’re not going to be more than his friend now. Because the thought of you not being in his life in any capacity anymore- just no.

He can feel you freeze and take in a sharp breath. “Wha- Spencer. Of course, I still like you. I don’t care what we do, I just want to be with you. In any way you’ll have me.”

You sound so understanding and sincere and actually confused about his fear as if you’d never even think of not liking him anymore and and and-

And something in him just- snaps. He wants you, needs you so much he’s going to die if he doesn’t-

He shuffles and turns in your arms until he’s face to face with you. You look at him, eyebrow raised in question but so beautiful and lovely and you still like him-

“I want you so bad”, he says and then he presses his lips against yours again.

You respond immediately, low moan escaping you and Spencer is greedy, he wants to hear more, feel more, feel everything with you.

He’s kissing you as if he’s going to die if he ever stopped, which, yes, he absolutely would, and you kiss him back as if you can’t live without him. It makes everything become hazy again, like before, and every bad feeling suddenly feels eons away. Like he’s underwater, floaty and relaxed. Safe, he feels safe in the way you kiss him and hold him. Like you always do.

You move your kisses to his neck, sucking and biting and Spencer is moaning and moaning and can’t stop and then suddenly, you’re gone, what –

“Spencer, Spencer, wait”, you pant, out of breath and flushed and he wants to cry again, “Sorry, sorry I just-“

You frame his face in your hands, a little bit roughly. “I’m so sorry for making this so hard, you’re being so good for me, but Spencer. Have you done this before?”

Somewhere in the fog that is his minds, Spencer finds his voice. It’s high and airy but he doesn’t care. “No, no, I haven’t.”

He watches you take a deep breath, feels your fingers digging into his skin a little bit more.

“Tell me. Do you want this, Spencer?”, your voice is shaking as if you need to keep yourself in check and Spencer can’t believe he’s getting to see you like this.

“Yes”, he says because he can’t ever want anything else, and, “Please make me feel good.”

You inhale sharply, your grip on his face bordering on painful. “Spencer, you’re incredible, amazing, the best- I’ll make you feel good, okay? I’ll make you feel so good because you deserve it.”

“Yes”, Spencer is not ashamed of how whiny he sounds. No. He’s owning it now. This is his thing now, okay? He’ll gladly be your pathetic wet cat, or whatever the term was that you sometimes use to describe him with. Whatever it even means.

“Good”, you grin, and then you push on his shoulder hard and he’s on his back. And you. Sitting on top of him, thighs on either side of him. Straddling him exactly where he wants you most and he exhales a needy ‘ah’. His hypothesis of liking being manhandled is… yet to be disproven. He’s discovering so many things about himself today.

Pleasure radiates in waves from where you’re passively giving pressure to his hard cock and yeah okay. This is good. Amazing. He’s never felt better. But-

“Please.”

“Please what, angel?”

“More?”

“More what?”

Your fingers trailing along his throat and jaw, down his chest and teasing ghost-like over his nipples are not really helpful in finding the right words to what he wants. You take pity on him.

“More touch?”

Spencer nods his head, so fast he almost gets dizzy because he’s at that point again where everything feels liquid, hazy, a little bit unreal. So, speaking is already quite the task.

You smile at him as if he just solved the most difficult equation. “Doing so good, Spencer. Incredible.”

He moans. Okay. Another hypothesis to add to his ever-growing list of scientific discoveries today.

“Where do you want touch, Spencer? Here?”, there’s hands in his hair. He shakes his head.

“Hmm… Here?”, fingers drawing circles on his chest and yes, that feels nice, so nice but he wants-

“Here?”, you ground your hips down and jesus-

“Yes!”, Spencer almost chokes on the sound. Pleasure shoots up his spine and he whimpers. “Please.”

You exhale shakily, looking flush. “Okay. Because you ask so nicely.” There’re two little taps on his lower stomach through his shirt. “Do you want to take this off first? Or no?”

The way you give him the chance to say no- the way you respect his autonomy so deeply-

It’s basic human decency, yes, but it’s also the hottest thing and Spencer feels so valued and understood and safe that he’s not even hesitating when he mutters a quiet yes.

You help him sit up because he’s currently not really heir over his body like he usually is. Help his head out of the shirt and thread his arms out. And then, he’s half naked in front of you and suddenly, the doubt and insecurity that’ve been so quiet so far are back with a vengeance.

The urge to cover himself is so big it’s impossible to stop his arms from wrapping around himself.

Spencer knows he’s not ugly. He’s not that bad looking actually. Can’t be too bad if Morgan keeps insisting on calling him pretty boy, even though Spencer sometimes still has the sneaking suspicion that he’s teasing him. But his friend wouldn’t be so cruel.

But other people like to be. Pipe-cleaner, leek, straw, big-eyes. He’s heard it all before. He has matured enough and grown into himself so that these things don’t bother him like they used to. But still. Still. These things are arduous to scrub from under his skin.

Your gaze on him though- he’s never felt so, cleaned from all of these mean words before. You look- you look reverent while mapping his skin and maybe that’s the reason why he lowers his arms again.

“Spencer. You’re a dream”, you say, almost in trance. Almost as if you’re hypnotized by him, and he’s flushing. But. Being watched so intently, being admired like that. He feels his dick give an indigent twitch against your clothed core. Another thing for the list.

“So impatient”, you tut and Spencer flushes more. He thinks he’s waited long enough for this. But he doesn’t say that. If you stopped now- he would definitely combust spontaneously.

You lean down, over him. Hands trailing along his sides like you did earlier, but without any clothes between your skin and his. It’s almost too much. And not enough. He feels electrified, where you touch him. His heart is hammering against his ribs so hard you must be able to feel it. His stomach is in knots, fluttery. He’s never felt more alive.

You connect your lips to his throat, placing kiss after kiss along the arched length of it. Follow the same path with your tongue and Spencer whines, curves up against you a little. Everything feels so good Spencer is floating in it.

You shift your attention to his collarbones next, kissing but then gently biting and Spencer feels the indents of your teeth all the way through to his back and he hopes, wants, you to sink them into him so deep they’ll leave marks. So that he carries the evidence of this with him for the rest of this case, so that there’s absolutely no more doubt to who he belongs to. That thought alone makes him whimper, makes him feel that tiny little bit more lost in you.

You start kissing along his chest, down his stomach. Open mouthed, wet kisses and Spencer shivers when the places you put them feel cold after because of your spit. The lower you get, the noisier he becomes and at one point, Spencer would’ve been embarrassed. Well, he kind of is, but he’s also so turned on that the embarrassment doesn’t feel as stifling like usual. Rather, in a weird way, it makes everything hotter, and he does not own enough brain capacity right now to decipher that. But he does add it to the list.

When your face is dangerously close to the waistband of his pyjama, Spencer tenses, holds his breath. Being shirtless is one thing, but… well.

“It’s okay, Spencer. We only do as much as you feel comfortable with”, you murmur, giving a small peck to the left of his belly button. You calmingly follow his sides with your hands, smiling at him with so much affection in your eyes that Spencer feels speechless, breathless, until the tension releases his muscles again and he melts into the sheets.

“’m just…”, he tries, he really tries so hard to tell you that he wants this more than anything he’s ever wanted but that he just feels… insecure.

You kiss his stomach again. “How about we only take off the pyjama? For now? If you want to take off your underwear too later, we can still do that.”

That… that’s actually a good idea. So, he nods.

“Words, angel.”

“Yes, yes. That’s- good.”

You look so proud of him. “You’re so good, Spencer. Perfect.”

He moans embarrassingly loud. He really should be more concerned about this. About how you are basically pulling him apart, thread by thread and he just lets you, willingly. How you know which threads to pull to reduce him to a sweaty mess in what felt like 0.2 seconds.

There’s a finger dipping beneath the waistband, moving back and forth along the newly exposed skin. Your eyes watch him intently, almost predator-like. A question is in there somewhere as well and Spencer nods again.

You help him lift his hips, help him pull down the pants. Spencer is kind of busy kicking his legs a little to shake them off completely but when he looks back and down himself to where you are hyper-focused on the outline of his cock through the thin fabric he blushes.

Even more when he notices the big, dark blue splotch in front of his underwear. That’s definitely never happened before. How embarrassing.

When you look up at him again, you’re also flushed. Eyes dark, wide, voice kind of unsteady. “Spencer, Spencer, can I?”

“Please”, and then you palm him with your hand, and it feels so good it takes all of his concentration to not come on the spot. He doesn’t know if he’ll survive this until you arrive to the main thing.

It’s not the first time someone has touched him like that, but it is the first time you are doing it, and it already feels better than anything he’s ever felt before. You’re either a wizard or Spencer is just biased because he thinks everything you do is ten times better than the same thing done by someone else.

Probably the first reason.

He has his head angled back, one of his arms thrown over his eyes. If he looked at you now, he’s pretty sure, he’d come. Visual stimulation on top of physical would probably be the end of him. It’s already too much, just feeling your hand move up and down his dick in various pressures. Almost as if you are testing what he likes best, and Spencer is definitely here for it. Definitely. He’s happy to just let you experiment with him until you know all the different ways to drive him mad with pleasure with just a few moves.

Which, you apparently already figured out, judging by the way Spencer can’t form a single coherent thought anymore. It’s already, so good, so freaking good holy shit, and you’re still not touching him. Still a layer of fabric between your hand and him and he kind of- just-

“Take it off?”

You still your hand, looking up at him. You look kind of crazed, almost a little pained. It takes two deep breaths for you to process what he just asked, eyes a little unfocused before they fix Spencer to the bed with an intensity that makes him feel unfocused. “You sure, angel?”

Spencer literally can’t do anything but nod. You stay in your position for some moments longer, before you sigh out a long breath, mumbling something that suspiciously resembles you’re gonna be the death of me. Spencer misses your warmth on top of him the second you hoist yourself up. It’s kind of crazy and destitute of him. You are literally right there but he’s waited for this for so long it feels like he’s suffocating without your weight pressing him down. Which is ironic and also, insane.

Your fingers are gentle, when they move under the stretchy fabric of his underwear. Even gentler when they pull down and down and down until Spencer is entirely naked in front of you.

Oh, he feels so exposed. While he has been the recipient of a mediocre hand job before, it’s been in his trousers. This is kind of the first time someone sees him naked like that, because school locker rooms and his mother don’t count.

He doesn’t dare look at you. If there’s anything akin to disappointment, not to mention disgust on your face- Spencer probably would have to jump out the window, stat. His gaze is frozen on his cock, steadily leaking precum on his stomach (which, embarrassing). He’s abashedly trying to insert himself into your point of view, tries to imagine what you think about seeing him like this. What you might think about his dick, if it’s too short or too thin or if it looks weird, if he should’ve shaved. If his legs look strange and too gangly now, or if his stomach connects to his pubic area wrong or-

“Holy shit”, you say, and Spencer is too curious for his own damn good sometimes, because he can’t force his gaze to stay away from you.

You look at him- like before. Reverent but more, so much more. He almost feels like a deity, the way you look at him. Someone to be awed by, someone that should be worshipped. Spencer feels his already in overdrive heartbeat quicken even more, blood flushing his cheeks so much it leaks down his throat, to his chest.

Spencer would literally kill to have you look at him like this for the rest of his life.

“Holy shit, Spencer”, you repeat, eyes now meeting his, “You’re like- a literal fucking dream. I cannot believe- you’re so beautiful, how are you so beautiful everywhere?”

Spencer whimpers and he needs you to touch him kiss him fuck him anything please now or he will absolutely die from heart palpitations.

Some of his despairing thoughts must’ve come through to you, because the next thing you do is moan, which is the best thing he’s ever heard. Then, you take off your sweater. Second to go is your cropped tank top and you aren’t wearing a bra and good heavens.

Pictures could never compare. Not even Botticelli could’ve adequately committed you to canvas.

Spencer must’ve taken some brain damage from seeing you half naked. He doesn’t remember you taking off the remainder of your clothes, nor does he remember you straddling him again. But, fuck.

Spencer kind of doesn’t use the f-word that often but-

fuckfuckfuckufuckfkcufuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckcufkc-

You’re warm against him, and wet, so freaking wet, and it feels so mind-blowingly good- it’s a miracle he’s still holding on. But-

“Won’t last long”, he gets out, breathy and whiny and just so goddamn fuzzy from pleasure. The world could literally perish right now, and he wouldn’t care. He can’t care, because this is the best thing that ever happened to him and he won’t ever care about anything else ever again other than feeling you, you you you you, against him.

“Spencer, Spencer”, you breathe, gasp, and fuck, the way you keep using his name. “Are you okay? Do you still want this?”

It’s ridiculous you even ask. But the warmth in his chest, the feeling of comfort and safety and ease – because everything with you is so easy, so natural - he feels with the way you look after him-

He feels your thumbs caressing his wet cheeks. You put small, sweet kisses all over his face. Take the time to brush away some of his sweat-sticky hair from his forehead. Place kisses there too. You end with a drawn out, gentle kiss to his lips.

“What do you say, sweetheart?”

There’s really only one way for him to answer that. He trusts you. Plain and simple. There’s no one else he could ever do this with.

“Yes, I want. Please.”

You kiss him again. “So good Spencer, you’re so fucking good to me. I can’t believe you are trusting me with this. You are incredible, angel.”

Spencer doesn’t know how it’s anatomically possible, but he blushes even harder. Also, feels his cock twitch against you because he apparently likes to be called good almost as much as he likes being good. For you. Only you. Jesus Christ.

“Do you have a condom?”, you ask and ah. Well.

“Suitcase”, and wow. First word with more than one syllable since you straddled him the first time. He’s being so brave right now. He deserves a medal. Proof of Being Able to Speak Polysyllabic Words While Getting Fucked (Almost).

There’s humour glistening in your eyes, when you hide a fake gasp behind your hand and say, “Oh my god, Spencer you dog. Can’t believe you planned this entire thing.”

Spencer almost chokes on his own spit. “N-no! I just- uh, like being prepared.”

You grind down a snort, drive your teeth into your lower lip. “In case you accidentally saw your coworker’s nudes and them being down to fuck you about it?"

Oh my god, you’re the most ridiculous person he’s ever met. He can’t stop himself from grinning because seeing you trying to keep your laughter at bay-

“Yes. That.”

“But what if- what if it was Rossi instead of you seeing them? How would’ve your plan worked out then, huh?”, you wheeze, shaking from literal suppressed laughter and Spencer makes a sound like a dying horse.

“Rossi? Rossi?”

“Oh my god, imagine it would’ve been Hotch. He would’ve probably fired me so hard and then called me a week later to disappointed-dad-talk me to come back but to please, refrain from bringing personal files to work in the future.”

Spencer laughs. He’s still rock-hard underneath you, but he’s laughing because that’s what you always do. Being so absurd and silly that he’s shocked to laughter.

He adores you with every fibre of his being.

“What the fuck?”, you ask, incredulous but laughing yourself, “Is my misery amusing to you?”

And Spencer feels like being a little bit of a brat. “Very.”

You flick his nose. Grumble something like I’ll show you misery and then you move your hips against his and Spencer sees stars. Let’s out an embarrassingly high whine.

Ah well. It was still worth it.

“Don’t move”, you order, when you climb down from him to retrieve a condom. Spencer watches you, lets himself look at you. All the times he’s wondered how it would be, how it would feel like, being in this kind of situation with you. He’s never in a million years thought it would feel so familiar. Like you’ve done this before, so many times that it’s just become something normal between you two. He’s actually relaxed. So turned on it feels like he’s going to burst any second, but he’s calm. He feels comfortable, so much so that it doesn’t even matter that it’s the first time he’s doing this and he’s so clueless about all of this.

But he knows, if it’s with you, he never ever has to worry about anything.

“Do you have lube as well?”, you ask, rifling through his suitcase and distracting him from his sappy thoughts.

“Hmm. No, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, angel”, you say while returning to Spencer, and the nickname kind of switches something off again in his brain. Perfect. He’s never going to be able to be normal again about that word.

“We’ll have to get some, for next time. Always feels better with it.”

Spencer hasn’t really registered more than next time next time next time-

He’s pulled out of his daze of knowing your intentions of this not only being a one-off thing, when you straddle him again, a bit lower on his legs. Spencer moans, loud and high, when you grab him by the base and god, fuck, his skin is tingling with anticipation.

With your other hand, you grab the condom and then use your teeth to open the packet, and his cock jumps in your hand. How are you so hot. How does everything you do turn him on so much, what.

He watches you take out the plastic ring as if he’s watching from above, out of his body. He watches as you position the condom over his tip and then pull it down, down and Spencer’s brain must be lagging because he feels everything with at least a two second delay and shit, god, son of a-

“You ready, baby?”

He makes a noise between a sob and a whine. He’s losing his mind. “Please please please-“

“Fuck, Spencer”, you whine, lift yourself up a bit with your legs and then you are sinking down on him, inch by agonizing inch.

It’s so good, it’s so good, you are so warm, so hot, and Spencer can’t stop making noises until your hips are flush to his and he’s inside you.

You let out a loud, drawn-out moan above him. “Fuck, fuck, Spencer. You feel so fucking good, holy shit.”

He feels like he’s one move away from coming. God, oh god, it feels so incredible.

“Can I move? Spencer, please?”, your voice is wrecked, you’re flushed down to your navel, and you’re the best thing he’s ever seen.

“Please please please please”, it’s the only word he remembers how to pronounce.

“Fuck”, you almost sob, lifting yourself almost completely off him. You lower yourself back down again, one swift move, and you both moan.

You pick up the pace a little, fucking him with still languid but purposeful thrusts. Every time his cock sinks back into you, Spencer feels bits and pieces of his sanity crumbling away. He can’t think, can’t speak, his mind so fogged up and fuzzy he’s having troubles remembering who he is. He’s so completely at your mercy he’d let you do anything to him.

That turns him on a worryingly huge amount. List, something about a list somewhere.

“Oh, god, look at you. Spencer, baby, angel. You feel so good inside of me, so good.”

He keens, grabs at your strong thighs bracketing his slim hips. Arches up into you, closerclosercloser-

“You like being good for me, right angel?”, you ask, hips slowing down to a gentle grinding that absolutely drives Spencer insane and he’s too far gone to even nod, “It suits you. Being so wrecked for me, moaning and shaking. God, fuck, you’re divine, Spencer, fuck.”

The pressure behind his cock, low in his stomach, that’s been building all evening, all week, holy shit, it’s too much. Spencer feels delirious, feels your hotness around him, feels your hands pressing his chest down into the bed. He’s going to die it feels so good.

“You going to come for me, Spencer? You gonna be good for me and come inside of me?”

Please please please please- it’s all he can think, all he can feel, because because-

You give a particularly hard thrust and-

Spencer’s coming, moaning and moaning, shaking everywhere. He’s coming and it feels so good, so fucking good. He’s never come so hard in his life before.

He might have blacked out a little. The next time he’s aware of something, it’s you cleaning him with a wet washcloth. Slow, and gentle and Jesus.

“What?”, is the first thing he manages to say, and you snicker beside him. You caress his face, hand running through his hair, down his chest. Peck his lips. You’re both still naked.

“Feeling good?”, you ask and what kind of question even is that. You just fucked the soul from his body, and you ask him-

“I almost died”, he says, tagging your name at the end with an incredulous tint to it.

You snort, setting the washcloth on the nightstand behind you. You lie down close to him, cuddling into his side. “That was the plan.”

“Killing me with sex?”

“Yep. That’s for ogling my nudes without my permission, you creep.”

He says your name again, exasperated but so fucking fond it’s a miracle you’ve never noticed his pining before. You shrug, pull a ‘what can you do face’. Spencer rolls his eyes and then, unceremoniously, flops on top of you.

“Uffff”, you press out. “You’re smothering me, penguin.”

Spencer shrugs and copies the expression you just did. You bark out a laugh.

“Ha! Didn’t know post-sex Spencer is such a cheeky little shit. I’ve created a monster.”

He can’t entirely control his face, some parts of a smile slipping into his features. He does manage to poke out his tongue at you though, before he buries his face in your neck.

Some minutes tick by, you both enjoying the other’s presence and warmth and idleness, before something in his brain-

“Wait-“, Spencer splutters, pushing himself away from you so that he can look at you. “Did you- did you even finish?”

He’s kind of horrified. He was so focused on his pleasure- he- how did he forget? He doesn’t remember you coming and oh no, he’s such an asshole, who doesn’t make sure the other person has come as well and-

“Spencer, Spencer”, you shush him, fingers trailing along his back, and he shivers, eyes rolling back.

“I made myself come right after, don’t worry. You were kind of busy in your post-orgasm, pussy-drunk coma.”

Spencer flushes. “But I wanted to…”

You laugh softly. “You can do whatever to me, next time, sweets. This was about you. We’ll go on a date as soon as we’re back home. Fucking Florida is driving me nuts.”

Oh, he suddenly feels shy. A date? You want to go on a date with him?

“Really?”, he asks, and he hates how insecure he sounds.

You send him an unbelieving look. “Uh, what about the last hour makes you think otherwise? Seriously, Spencer, we need to work on your confidence.”

“Okay”, he mutters, a little bit pout-y and you scoff, pulling him down on top of your chest again.

There, with your hands painting patterns on his back and him completely lost in your warmth and familiarity, Spencer thinks that maybe, Florida isn’t that bad.

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Bonus

“So, then. Made any scientific discoveries last night, pretty boy?”

Spencer chokes on his coffee.

“What?”

“Nothing”, his ‘friend’ says, smirking and leaning against his table, “You just seem to have figured out that little problem that’s been keeping that pretty head of yours all messed up.”

Spencer feels himself flush. Stupid body and stupid involuntary, physiological reactions. Morgan picks up on it, of course.

“Ohhhhh, want to share with the class what those discoveries were?”

Briefly, so very briefly, Spencer thinks of his self-compiled list but- no no no no.

“Shut up, Morgan.”

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[sashayed]

ok now it is time to air my grievances with severance s2, a season of television i thoroughly enjoyed and looked forward to every week. s2 is mr milchick putting on a spectacular drumline Just For Me and what do they get for it. trapped behind a vending machine (readmore cut) while i batter them with a trombone. classic ingratitude.

my umbrella gripe btw is that showrunner dan erickson's figurative innie is actually Ricken and he won't admit it and until he does we are never going to see the show that severance Could Be. like ricken is a pretentious nightmare who is insulated from the consequences of his own actions. he's also got a fascinating way with words (fond, derogatory) and a heart that yearns for love and he is really trying to Say Something. ok well that's what this show is. accept this and reconcile with yourself Dan Erickson (or should I say DAN: SO RICKEN??? boom anagrammed!!) or keep displacing all your sins onto that one character and doom this show to eternal alienation from its own core themes.

i think we can all admit that pacing in this season sucks and they had enough time to do it better. and the thing is imo if you were really committed to storytelling you would have to cut some of the most fun/fanservicey individual scenes of the season. i can see why you might choose not to do that! like for instance the baby goats thing. i get it. it looked soooo fun to film with the baby goats. visually the pasture room is great. gwendoline christie is a gift. it's fun! but it doesn't actually uhhh serve the story to spend all that time on it. it doesn't shed any new light. "they are sacrificing the goats because lumon is a creepy cult." we KNOW they are a creepy cult. "lumon thinks innies are non-people who don't experience love and care, but they DO experience love and care and that motivates them." brother we know that too!! "ok but wasn't it all worth it for that heavyweight christie/olafsson finale fight scene." i will concede this point. that ruled.

pacing problems never worse than in "sweet vitriol," an episode i actually enjoyed more than everyone else, but it didn't need to be a standalone and in fact was badly served by the format!! many in your audience have forgotten to give a shit about ms cobel so the revelation that she invented severance doesn't hit for them. splitting her storyline up and dividing it among episodes starting earlier would have kept her more consistently in play and opened up space for underserved character arcs, like dylan aND IRVING—

—because as much fun as burving demon threesome is it is so underbaked and wastes one of the show's coolest characters. WHO IS IRVING. WHY IS HE SLEEPERAGENTING LUMON. you're gonna put him on a train to the farm for old dogs and be like "all was well because love is more important than revenge :)" ??? like sure but again it DOESN'T HIT because it doesn't require the viewer to struggle with WHAT IRVING'S DRIVING FORCE ACTUALLY WAS. and he doesn't even get to kiss. let him kiss!!!!

I actually think having reintegration move at an unpredictable pace and having its side effects be unclear is not the worst idea, and in fact as an allegory for like, real life healing and becoming a Whole Person i maybe even prefer it. but the pacing problems move it beyond "this process is unfolding gradually and erratically" into "we have forgotten this is happening" and it just didn't have to be that way, man. side note there is something fascinating going on with helly's uncomfortable, unwilling quasi-reintegration from the innie side! from the moment she finds herself in front of that gala to hearing jame say he doesn't love his daughter, she is accepting the fact that SHE IS HELENA. she is thinking about how She as a first-person experiencer of the world could find herself in helena's position (which helena—who is less of a grownup than her innie—is still unable/unwilling to do). i've read some criticism of that final scene (which i loved btw) that was like "helly's goal has always been to dismantle lumon, why would she give that up for A Man? wouldn't she push mark s. out the door and be like BURN THIS PLACE TO THE GROUND?" sure, but i think that doesn't engage with helly's arc either—which is not about revolutionary conviction OR about A Man but about about discovering that SHE wants to live, she doesn't want to hang herself in the elevator out of spite, she wants her half-a-life even if it means a degree of complicity with her evil outie. on the other hand, does the WRITING actually engage with helly's arc? or am i getting all that from britt lower??

speaking of making actors do all the work: we as a show are going to grapple with corporate racism and the Black experience :) no we're not :) or are we? ;) you're welcome :)))

i don't love gemma's backstory boiling down to Woman Want Baby. "Greatest Agony for Woman Is Want Baby and Can't Have Baby" is a storyline that makes me personally grimace. but i accept that that's a personal preference and honestly dichen lachman sells her character/s so beautifully that i didn't even remember to bitch about it when i originally wrote this. i just remembered it and had to edit this post because god forbid i don't complain about something. (although. now that i AM complaining about it: putting someone through three years of torture and then being like "we'll prove this fresh consciousness is unaffected by suffering by going all the way back to the baby thing, because 'no baby,' not years of torture and isolation, is the fundamental pain at the root of this woman's being," is...........a choice!!!!! it's a choice. and if it were a deliberate narrative choice, like if it were about how the lumon ideology fundamentally conceives of women, that would be one thing! but i just don't think it is.)

did i mention i really liked this season and had a great time. i did. i am bitching about it because i have a fun time rotating it in my mind. maybe it's actually very brave and artistic to make a show that is not as well-crafted as it could be because then you are opening up intellectual/creative space for your viewers. what about that. if you think about it maybe a slightly less good show is better than a great show. in a way. checkmate haters

[kxsagi]

OUGHHHH MAY FIRST CAME 😈 at least here in Poland. You can ignore this if it’s something you don’t wanna write btw!!!

Can I request BL men that are already pro players, and they’re dating a reader that has chronic pain and uses mobility aids because of it? And the media is super weird ab it cause how dare a pro athlete date a disabled person. Maybe he comforts her because she stumbled upon a weird ass article or a hate comment idk.

Uhhh ness shidou bachira and whoever u want 🙇‍♀️ I love you and your writing I hope you have a good day!

SORRY if this is too specific. Shout out to my fellow disabled girlies 😔✊

“𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐝”

a/n: NOOO I LOVE THIS, I LOVE YOU AND YOUR COMMENTS AND I AM SO HAPPY I GET TO WRITE THIS FOR YOU

ft. ness alexis, shidou ryusei, bachira meguru, kaiser michael, itoshi sae, itoshi rin, isagi yoichi

ness alexis

ness is literally the definition of a gentle boyfriend, so the moment he sees that one trashy gossip headline – “Pro Athlete Seen With Disabled Girlfriend: Fans Concerned?” – his jaw drops like someone just slapped him. 

“concerned for what?” he whispers like he’s in a horror movie. 

you find it first, though. you're just scrolling while curled up on the couch, using your heating pad, when you freeze mid-scroll and go, “hey, do you wanna see something funny, but soul-destroying?” 

ness peers at your phone and immediately climbs onto the couch to wrap himself around you like a human blanket. “do not let stupid people ruin your mood. you are my favorite person. also, what is this site even called? ‘goalz4gossip’? this looks like it was made by a 12-year-old with an ipad and rage issues.” 

he goes on a small rant in german under his breath and then kisses your forehead 400 times. 

“you’re literally the strongest person i know. the media can go date each other if they’re so pressed about us.” 

shidou ryusei

shidou finds a comment that says, “how is she even keeping up with a guy like him? she uses a cane 💀” and immediately screenshots it. 

not because he agrees, but because he wants to roast it on his private story. 

his post is just a screenshot with the caption: “buddy she keeps up with me just fine, she made me cry last week for stealing her fries. sit down.” 

shidou doesn’t sugarcoat stuff, but he’s aggressively supportive. like, if someone tries to come at you sideways in public, he’ll bark at them. 

literally bark. 

“you okay, babe?” he says when you look a little too quiet after seeing one of those backhanded articles. 

you shrug and say, “i’m fine,” but he doesn’t let it go. he walks over, squats in front of you, rests his chin on your lap and goes, “wanna egg their office building? or better yet, light it on fire and commit arson together?” 

instead of actually committing a felony, he picks you up bridal-style and plops you into bed. “you’re hot, you’re smarter than me, and you walk cooler than 99% of the population. who cares what some sweaty journalist thinks?” 

he also gets you custom accessories for your mobility aids with little flames or skulls ‘cause you’re metal like that. 

bachira meguru

bachira is completely unbothered by the hate. but super bothered when it makes you upset. 

like you’re sitting in the park one day and overhear someone whisper “is that her? the one with the crutches?” and he notices how you instinctively stiffen. 

he grabs your hand instantly, leans into your ear and whispers, “they’re just jealous you’ve got me wrapped around your finger.” 

always trying to turn the moment silly so you smile again. 

later, when you’re spiraling a bit in your room reading too many mean reddit comments, he flops beside you dramatically. 

“stop. too much screen. i’m gonna fart on your phone.” 

you shove him away laughing, but he tugs you close with a pout. 

“you know… they don’t get to have you. i do. and i think your pain doesn’t make you less, it just makes you stronger and cooler. like a character in an anime who gets up anyway, no matter what.” 

then he insists on decorating your mobility aids with googly eyes and doodle stickers cause “it’s armor now. i’m your sidekick. beep beep.” 

michael kaiser

he acts unbothered in public, but he absolutely loses it behind the scenes when he sees an article titled, “Can a Pro Like Kaiser Settle for Someone Like Her?” 

“settle for– oh okay. okay. no one tell my manager i’m about to commit slander with a side of defamation.” 

you find him aggressively typing in a notes app. “dear anonymous hater from 'SoccerDailyBuzz': how does it feel knowing you could never even get a date with her, much less someone who calls you ‘baby’ while making espresso at 6 AM?” 

turns his anger into sarcasm but also kisses your shoulder after every sentence to calm himself down. 

“i didn’t fall in love with your pain, but i fell in love with the way you live through it. your stubbornness, your fire, the way you still make fun of me even when you’re hurting. that’s what makes you beautiful, you know? wait, that sounds so cheesy.” 

he makes a point to show you off even more. red carpet? he’s holding your hand the whole way, mobility aid and all. interview? he’s saying “my girlfriend is the strongest person i know” before anyone even asks. 

he sees your worth so clearly. and he makes damn sure everyone else does, too. 

itoshi sae

sae’s already got a reputation for being cold and unbothered, so people are shocked when he’s openly soft around you. 

he doesn’t do PDA or gush about you on TV, but the way he always slows his pace to walk beside you, carries your bag without a word, and makes sure you’re seated comfortably before interviews, it’s noticed. and, of course, dissected. 

you show him a headline that says, “What’s Sae Itoshi Doing With Someone Who Can’t Even Keep Up?” 

and he reads it with a completely neutral expression, then tosses your phone face-down on the table and goes, “well, that’s funny. you seem to keep up just fine when you’re lecturing me at 2 AM about leaving the stove on.” 

you burst out laughing, but he looks at you with the tiniest furrow in his brow. “does it bother you?” he asks quietly. 

you admit it hurts a little. and he just nods, slides over, and presses his forehead to yours. 

“they don’t get to know you. they don’t see how hard you fight. how much you endure. they don’t see you the way i do. and that’s their loss.” 

next time you two are seen in public, he’s the one walking with your cane slung over his shoulder like a sword. the caption on the paparazzi pic reads: “new accessory or relationship statement?” yes. yes to both.

itoshi rin

rin already hates the media, so this gives him another reason to despise them. 

when someone tweets, “idk i just think it’s weird for a high-performing athlete to date someone who can’t even do sports,” he literally glares at your phone like it personally insulted him. 

“what the hell does that even mean. i can’t do ballet, but i’m not out here judging people who can.” 

he’s blunt, but he’s furious on your behalf. he’s also the type to go down the rabbit hole of comments and get angrier by the second. 

when you try to downplay it – “it’s fine, i’m used to it” – he looks at you like you just said gravity isn’t real. 

“don’t do that. don’t act like you have to take it just because people are cruel. they’re wrong.” 

then, more softly: “you’re… more than what your body lets you do. and i fell in love with you, not your physical stats.” 

rin shows his love by doing things for you. adjusting your seat. finding the best accessible routes. learning how to help without hovering. 

someone once asked him in an interview, “how does your girlfriend feel about not being able to travel as easily to your matches?” 

rin deadpans: “she’s the reason i win. so unless you’d like to speak directly to my motivation, maybe pick a better question next time.” 

isagi yoichi

isagi is the type who genuinely doesn’t understand how people can be so heartless. 

like he reads one awful comment and goes, “... do they think you’re not allowed to be loved?” with genuine confusion in his voice. 

he’s devastated that you saw it. “you shouldn’t have to read stuff like that. i promise i’ll protect you from it all.” 

you shrug and tell him you’re used to it, and he immediately goes into ‘motivational team captain’ mode. 

“you being used to it doesn’t mean you have to accept it. people suck. you’re brilliant, and funny, and beautiful, and strong in a way most people will never understand. and you don’t have to prove your worth to anyone.” 

he holds your hand tighter when you’re out in public. makes a habit of stopping to adjust your pace so you’re never rushed. 

also, he subtly drags anyone who says anything ableist during interviews. 

“a lot of people think strength is just about running or scoring goals, but i’ve learned from my partner that real strength is showing up every day, even when your body fights you. that’s the kind of strength i look up to.” 

cue the internet sobbing. cue you sobbing. cue him also sobbing because he made you cry and didn’t mean to. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[wolfiesmoon]

Hey I hope you are doing well when ever you are reading this but how do you think the 3rd year boys from twst would react to their s/o (gn reader) cuddling with a huge plush instead of them.

Like this.

Oh boy oh boy this kinda cures my writers block tbh, i have so many drafts but none of em look enticing enough to continue writing (´д｀|||)

I took out a few of the 3rd years bc its too many people for 1 fic but i might make a part 2 where i add the missing 3rd years at some point

i went with the more silly writing style again, hope that's fine by you ○( ＾皿＾)っ

𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ Malleus Draconia

He doesn't exactly get why, but he feels kinda annoyed just laying next to you while you hug a big ol plushie

This doesn't feel right🫤

But then again, you look rlly happy and satisfied so he stays quiet since if you're happy, he's happy (he desperately wants to be in the plushy's place)

When you playfully kiss the plush though, that rule no longer applies. After all, his rightful spot is in your arms🫠

He nudges you. "Put the stuffed animal away."

"You sound angry." You smirk and kiss the plush again, knowing he's probably annoyed about that

without another word, he pulls the plushy out of your hands and settles down in its place

"I am a much better than that object. Just so you know." he smiled smugly, expecting a kiss on the cheek just like you gave to the plushie earlier

you kissed him on the lips instead just to see his eyes widen and his face go red ofc 😏

𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ Leona Kingscholar

basically, it is NOT happening

"hell no." is the only thing he says before ripping the poor plushie out of your arms and chucking it across the room

like actually how DARE you try to replace him with a plushie

"Why would you do that?" You pouted at him, looking at the now discarded plushy from the bed🤕

"You know damn well why." He huffed, laying down on top of you without warning which tends to be a habit of his

"Because that's my spot, got it?" He answered for you. clearly you forgot😒

"Uhhh, right." you answered after a short pause...

"I won't remind you next time." he sounded rlly annoyed. it's kinda funny how worked up he got over a plushy replacing him 🤭

this also means he won't let you get up for like.... atleast 2 hours to atone for your sins

moral of the story: don't do this again unless you want a ripped up plushie and a pissed off lion man😠

𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ Idia Shroud

"This is so unfair. Even worse than an OP boss. " he sighed dramatically, laying down besides you and pouting at the sight og a huge plushie in your arms

"pick up the sock if you have enough energy to complain." you turned away from him, still annoyed with him

being the epic gamer he is (😎💯), he discarded one of his socks in the middle of his room and didn't feel like picking it up later even after you told him to

...which ended with you refusing to cuddle with him until he does pick up the sock

after a short while of very awkward silence...

he groaned in annoyance, begrudgingly getting up and finally picking up the sock, then leaving the room to put it in the wash

you smirked victoriously, placing the plushie away as promised and letting him hug you instead

"The things you make me do, smh." he sighed, relaxing into you 😒

"Picking up a singular sock?" you teased him, hugging him back

He didn't reply so that means it's your victory 😝

𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ Vil Schoenheit

this is an unforgivable offense, just because you had a little disagreement earlier doesn't mean you can just replace him with a plushie😠

love transcends disagreements, after all

does not help at all that the plushie's cute round face reminds him of a certain thorn in his side named Neige LeBlanche😒

he sighs, "I may have been too harsh back there."

your only reply is an annoyed huff and you hug the plushie tighter which makes one of those anime veins pop up on his face 💢

he takes a deep breath "It was not my intention to hurt your... sensibilities." he's trying babe, he's really trying

You don't reply for a moment...

"Ugh." you throw the plushie away and hug him tightly "This doesn't mean I forgive you, just for the record."

"I still stand by my opinion too, just worded less harshly." he gently puts an arm around you, stroking your back

it was only a matter of time until you gave up with your stubborn pettiness, soon you'll forgive him too, he'll make sure of that 😌

𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ Lilia Vanrouge

He's actually surprisingly chill about it i feel like

He wouldn't get annoyed or be jealous per se, he'd just get a little sad it's not him you're hugging😔

he's there, you know? there's no need for a plushie...

"Am I not satisfactory enough?" He asks half playfully half seriously

"In what sense?" you totally knew what he meant but just wanted to tease him back

"Hey, isn't this supposed to be the other way around?" he smiled at you, immediately knowing what you were playing at

"Hahaha, you know me too well." you kiss his cheek, yet you still don't let go of the plushie which makes him pout

"I see you have found yourself a new lover." his eyes travel to the plushie for a moment, the betrayal is real😔🙏🏻

"You got a problem with him?" you raised a brow 🤨

"A little." he hugged you from the back, getting comfy

"Okay fine, maybe my ex is the better one after all." you let go of the plushie and turned around to hug him back 💗

[adhdduckie]

candy grams. g.w. x reader pt 2

my masterlist

music choice; dandelions by ruth b

word count: 2.4 k

pt 1

synopsis;

you've been in love with george for almost as long as you've known him.

that makes 6 years. and for the last 5, you've been in love with him.

valentines' day is around the corner. and you think it's a great idea to send him a candy gram anonymously.

a/n gang im so sorry this took so long i have so many IAs.

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‘fuck, fuck, fuck’ you’re whispering as you run up the stairs, back to the common room. you barge into hermione’s room, glad to see that she’s already lying on her bed.

she rises to see who it is, and immediately drops her book as you stumble towards her.

“what- what’s wrong?” she asks you, worry etched into her face.

it’s only then you’re vaguely aware of the tears on your face, and you can taste the salt on your lips.

you flop down face first on her bed, and scream into it.

you aren’t too sure what you’re going to do now, especially after this moment.

once you’re able to control yourself, and after hermione manages to roll you over so that you’re staring up at the ceiling, do you sigh and begin to tell her everything.

hermione sits there and listens, giving you the support that you weren’t aware that you needed so badly. she listens attentively, nodding every so often as to let you know that she’s still listening, despite her silence.

once you’ve finished recounting, you hang your head, hodling your hands to your face.

“why didn’t you just tell him?” you hear her ask you, and when you look at her, she’s staring back at you intensely, and you can’t tell why you feel slightly embarrassed.

“i can’t. I can’t face that rejection. I’ve been friends with him so long, i don’t know how i would deal with that.” you respond, voice hoarse.

she hums.

“you don’t know his answer.” she finally says, after a moment of silence, before she scoots closer to you, your shoulders touching, before you lay your head on her shoulder.

“i do. if it was going to work out in my favour he wouldn’t have waited so long to bring it up to me. or do everything that he did.” you try to explain lamely.

“you don’t know that. George isn’t a very confrontational person by nature. the only times he ever gets back at someone for something they did is when they’ve done it to other people, not him. he’s a prankster by nature, but he’s not all that outgoing.” she points out.

you don’t really notice that you’ve shaken your head until you hear her sigh.

“look, y/n.” she begins, and you know you’re not going to enjoy this, “i think you should have told him. i’ve said this from the beginning. your feelings are probably reciprocated. you haven’t seen the way he looks at you like everyone else has.”

you don’t realise you even huffed when she cuts you off before you even speak; adding on that, “no seriously, remember when harry was needing your help during their end of year exams? and how he kept sticking to your side? George was in a huff for the entire exam period, constantly glaring daggers at harry.”

you sigh, shaking your head again. “he was probably just annoyed of seeing harry all the time, and plus, wasn’t that when harry and ron were arguing again?” you try to explain.

you let out a little laugh, before saying; “i mean, i’d love to think that he cared for me the same way i care for him, but realistically, i don’t think that’s possible. plus, isn’t he super into angelina bell?”

“what’s the worst that would happen if he found out that you liked him?” she tries.

“uhhh, he hates me and never talks to mee again because he feels disgusted??” you respond, trying to seem lighthearted, but the mere thought of it is painful.

hermione stares at you, a frown on her face before she shakes her head. (there’s a lot of head shaking going on.) she realises that she won’t win against your self delusion and negativity, so she just tries to make you feel better instead.

the next few days are hard to get through.

you try your darned best to avoid the crap out of george, and it’s effective enough that even oblivious little harry is able to tell.

it starts off with you darting into a different hall, or empty classroom you see george in the halls.

you switched seats, so you were sitting with katie instead, as soon as classes that you had with george ended, you ducked out, running to your next one, often forgetting your friends behind as well.

avoiding him in the dining hall was a bit harder. you had to wake up a bit earlier in the mornings so you could get food, and everytime you saw him coming in, you’d have to shove what was left on your plate into your mouth, and then get running.

finally, on a sunday morning, fred corners you in the common room, when you’ve just come up from breakfast. luckily, (or unluckily, as you still feel a pang of sadness when you realise you haven’t seen george in forever) george isn’t with him, so you have a peace of mind. (YOU ARE LYING TO YOURSELF YOU LOOK LIKE A SAD LITTLE PUPPY)

“what’s wrong with you.” fred merely states, rather than asking you a question.

“i don’t know what you mean.” you respond, monotonous, and avoiding eye contact, as he looks so much like george you still hurt inside, but he and fred are still so different.

“you’ve been moping like a kicked puppy, and you’ve been avoiding george, so you’re both just moping, and he looks like he wants to end himself.” fred responds, eyes narrowing.

you sigh, before simply stating, “i can’t deal with my feelings, and he confronted me and i can’t deal with it.”

freds eyes somehow manage to narrow further, looking at you suspiciously. “everyone knows you’re in love with each other.”

“we aren’t. at least i am and he isn’t.” you respond simply, sighing as you close your eyes and rub them with your hand.

fred pulls your hand away from your face, and peers into your eyes, not letting go of your hand, he takes it and uses it to lightly slap yourself.

“are. you . dumb.?” he enunciates with each slap. it’s not painful, but its enough for you to fight back against him.

“what, fred.” you manage to snap out.

“he wants you so bad.” fred tells you.

“no he doesn’t”

“yes he does.”

“no he doesn’t”

“yes he does”

“no-”

“oh my gosh i am not doing this with you. he wants you, he’s in love with you, and he’s totally going to kill me for telling you this but i cannot stand this anymore.”

“what?” you ask, a little worried, which is kind of an understatement, as your heart is literally pounding in your chest.

“he is sooooo down bad for you.” fred says, shaking you by your shoulders.

“no.” you respond simply. you want to believe it, you do, but it doesn’t really make any sense.

“what-? …yes he is. i would not be telling you this if i was not the one who had listened to him complain for the entire two months every summer about how much he missed your ass.” fred asserts, continuing to shake you. you’re getting dizzy, so you have to step out of his grip.

“he what?” is your oh so genius response, as you struggle to maintain your composure, dizzy from being shaken and this revelation.

“he wants to kiss you and date you and profess his stupid undying love for his best friend who likes him back but you are dumb and keep trying to run away from him?” fred’s peering at you intensely, before he sighs. “i think it’s better if you hear this from him, so would you please do all of us a favour and just stop running? he’ll probably be on the quidditch pitch now so please please please go talk to him. he’s been working to the bone on the pitch because of you.”

you can’t even give fred a response, your brain is running a mile a minute.

you don’t process that your feet are even moving until you’re out of the castle until the cold hits you. you keep going anyway, until you see a little red blob in the distance, above the quidditch pitch.

as you make your way to the quidditch pitch you’re able to see that the little blob that was just a speck of red in the distance is slowly descending, until you realise its just george.

you break into a run, and as you’re getting close you can see the confusion on his face just before you collide into him, hugging him tight.

“what’s wrong?” he asks, the worried is etched onto his face. he processes that you’re not wearing a jumper, and you’re just in a thin top and jeans. “aren’t you cold? why aren’t you wearing a jumper?” he demands of you as he tries to warm you up, his warm hands rubbing up and down your arms.

“i’m sorry,” comes tumbling out your mouth, as you pull back from the hug. there’s a loss of warmth, and only then you shiver.

the lines of worry on his face smooth out, and he lets out a little sigh. “it’s alright, but please please don’t do that again, it was really horrible.”

you shake your head, your apology seems insignificant. it doesn’t seem like enough.

“i’m really sorry.” you repeat.

“it’s okay.” he asserts, and he picks his broom off the floor as he pulls you close.

“let’s go back in. you must be freezing.” he just says, and the walk back to the castle is mainly quiet. but it’s a good quiet, because you’re happy enough just to spend time with him. you realise you should probably bring up the candy gram incident, but you just don’t know what to do.

it’s as he leaves your side for a moment to set his broom back in the broom cupboard, when you finally muster up the courage. you’re watching him as he sets his broom down gently before you blurt it out.

“about the candy gram-” you start, before he interrupts.

“it’s okay. it was a joke i get it.” he says, as you watch him from the door frame of the cupboard. he’s deliberately avoiding making eye contact, but you need to get over this now or else you never will and fred will also probably commit murder if he was being honest.

“it wasn’t.” you manage to squeak out.

he spins around, and he’s completely silent, as if he wants you to keep on talking, or to explain yourself, or to burst out laughing that you’re just joking again.

“it wasn’t a joke.” there. you said it.

“it was never a joke. I couldn’t say it outright, so i was looking for a way that was less obvious, and when professor Mcgonagall came up with the idea, it seemed like a good idea to get my feelings out and finally get a break. i just didn’t think you’d realise who it was.” you finish, before you finally look up from where you were staring at the ground.

you didn’t hear him come closer to you as you were too stressed out, but now he’s standing close, too close. close enough that if you just leaned forward by a bit, you could touch him.

you look up at him, and the way he’s looking at you has you breathless.

“of course i realised it was you. I know what your handwriting looks like. i’ve sat next to you for years, and we’ve traded so many notes that i’ve saved over the years that i could copy your handwriting without even looking at it. i notice everything you do, even the things you don’t notice you do. you mean the world to me, far beyond what a best friend would be. i want to be more, and it’s something i’ve craved for so long.”

if you thought you were breathless before, you are definitely breathless now. you look at him, searching, searching his face for something that could just show how much he actually means it, or something that’d give it away that he’s not being serious. but you can’t find anything because he’s so earnest.

you know you need to say something, but you’re just searching for something perfect to say in response to the absolute poetry that he’s just sprouted, but the only thing that falls from your parted lips is a squeaked “really?”. it’s embarrassing, so you flush.

he laughs at that, and pulls you in by the loops of your jeans, so that you’re pressed up against him. he leans in close to you, his lips a fraction from yours. you can feel his hot breath fan over your cheek and you shiver, because its a stark contrast to the cold dreich weather outside.

he’s emanating warmth, and everything you’ve ever wanted. he finally leans in and… kisses your forehead, before he’s stepping away.

you���re left standing there confused and annoyed, before he sees the disappointment on your face before he laughs, pulling you in again, and giving you what he knows you both want.

it’s a kiss that’s hard and soft, and he lulls you into some sort of rhythm that’s just addicting, and you sigh happily into his mouth, and you can feel the way he smiles against you.

“you’re not funny.” you mutter, when he finally pulls away.

“i’m hilarious.” he laughs and you can’t stop fight against the smile that’s breaking out across your face, before he kisses it again.

“you wish.” you manage to get out, when he’s done.

“you love me.” he teases, and you don’t respond to it, which makes him smile even harder. you’re walking off without him, trying so hard to not start laughing out of giddiness. he stands there with a smile so big that he knows you can’t see, before he runs up to catch up with you.

he pulls you in close as he walks you back to the castle together, his hands clasped with yours naturally, and you think to yourself that you have a lot of lost time to catch up on.

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later on, you’re tucked into george’s side in the common room as you warm up near the fire. his arm’s around your shoulder, and when fred comes in through the portrait, and his eyes land on the two of you together, you’re able to hear a sigh of relief coming from him.

“it’s about time. i was going to go insane from all the negative tension. why did it take so long?” fred complains, falling into the couch across from you. you both look at each other, and without a response, you both look at him with a smile.

he shudders, “oh god you’re already gross.”

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@aceofspades190 @mirkwoodshewolf @blackqueengold @serenablamelessheart. @hooneeyydroops (sorry wasn't sure if u wanted to be tagged so if not im sorry)

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ashes – day 144 (1)

author's note: uhhh i wrote and posted this before the actual game... so this is winner!jack, i also have another version posted here..... sorry and bye

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you knew jack was a good hockey player. you knew he was capable of doing great things; you knew he could win any game he wanted to if he played as well as he could.

and yet, you were surprised to get the call from him inviting you to come watch him play the final game of the four nations tournament.

not that you were surprised he was in the finals, per se. you knew most of the hockey experts, and jack himself, had called the us team as the favorites for the tournament. but you and jack hadn't even discussed beforehand if you wanted to, or could, come watch him play.

i need you there, he had whispered into your phone after his win against sweden on monday. knowing you're in the stands cheering for me always makes me feel much better.

so, thursday morning, you got on the plane to boston. you were only able to see jack for a few moments after his morning skate – just enough time to hug and kiss his cheek and wish him luck – before he had to leave for media duties and whatnot before the finals. the time off gave you time to check into your hotel and get ready for the long night ahead.

and possibly try to calm your nerves a little, too.

not only were you nervous about the game itself, but mostly everything going on around it. jack had made sure that your name was written on some list to a special box in the arena for the players' families, and just the thought of interacting with so many new people left you a little nauseous. you'd just gotten used to being around the wives and girlfriends of the devils, but jack had no teammates with him in the national team.

it didn't help that your first interaction with anyone in the box was colliding with a woman about a minute after walking inside.

"i'm so sorry-" you said instantly, even though it was mostly her own fault for walking backwards without looking where she was going.

"no worries, dear!" she exclaimed, lifting her glass of champagne to her lips as she gazed over you. "well, aren't you just a doll! so sweet i think i could eat you up." she sent you a wink. "i see why jack would fall for you."

this caught your attention. "oh, you know jack?" you asked, eyebrows raising slightly. how did she know you were here with him?

"of course! we used to date. almost a year, but who counts, right?" the laugh she lets out felt strangely forced, yet you accepted the hand that she held out to you. "i'm stacy, i'm sure he's told you about me."

not once, actually. was it because she didn't mean much to him, or because he was hiding something? if they were together for that long, surely it had to mean something to him?

just like she hadn't left you room to introduce yourself earlier, she now started talking again before you could answer her question. "how are you enjoying being with jack, dear? it must be exhausting being with someone so obsessive!"

obsessive?

"he used to be glued to my side, he wanted me with him everywhere," she said, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear. "he used to call me the day before his games, all 'i need you to come to seattle tomorrow and watch me play'. so cute but so…" she paused to search her brain for a specific word. "tiring."

if you had to use a thousand words to describe your relationship with jack, not one would even be something close to the word tiring.

"and, obviously, the sex was explosive. but i'm sure i don't need to tell you that, darling," she laughed, adding a little wink in there for good measure.

when jack called you this morning, you never could've guessed that you'd be standing here discussing your sex life with his ex girlfriend.

there was something so… uncanny about her. you found yourself wondering how in the world jack could have gone out with someone so shallow and flaky – and why he was so different with you than her? was it because of him, or because of you?

the only good thing about this new "friend" of yours (one you hoped you never had to see again after today) was the fact that she had no issues dragging you around with her and showing you around. when the game finally started, she helped you find where to sit and watch; and during the breaks, she brought you with her to get drinks and snacks to refill your energy.

when the game finally ended, after longer than the other games you'd attended, you stood up in the box to watch jack and his teammates receive their gold medals. you had assumed you'd just get to see him later, when he was done celebrating with his team – but yet again, stacy had grabbed your wrist and dragged you along with her down to the ice, despite your initial refusal.

you and stacy were far from the only people who had made their way down to the ice to celebrate with their loved ones. stacy ran off to find her boyfriend, brody or brady or brock or zach, and left you all alone by the door leading out to the ice. you couldn't see jack anywhere between the pile of crying wives and excited children – maybe this was a bad idea? maybe he'd already left the ice and returned to his changing room, since you hadn't made any plans to meet here? maybe he was chatting to someone he found more interesting than you? maybe he was hoping you wouldn't be there?

just as you were about to turn around and hurry away before anyone noticed you, a familiar voice called your name, and it was like everything else quieted down; the whole world around you disappeared, and the only important thing to ever exist was now skating towards you.

"hello, champion," you said when he stood before you, unable to stop a smile from breaking free on your face.

he offered you a hand, helping you step onto the ice with him, and then he pulled you into his arms and swept you off your feet. your arms draped around his neck, sweet laughter slipping from your lips as he spun around in a circle. "i didn't know you'd come down here!" he exclaimed, giving you one final squeeze before setting you back on the ice.

"i wanted to surprise you." your hands slid down to rest atop his shoulder guards as you took him in. the massive grin on his lips, his cheeks still flushed from the game, the tips of his curls sticking out from under his winner's cap – and the gold medal around his neck.

there has never been a more perfect sight, you decided.

"was that stacy you came down with?" jack's hands found your waist, his eyebrows raised as he looked down at you. you had almost been worried that he would be upset or mad about you meeting her – as if he had something to hide, perhaps – but he was still smiling. probably the high of the win still present in him.

"we can talk about that later," you told him. "now, i want to talk about how good you were. and how good you look in your gold medal."

"no need to boost my ego," he said, swatting a dismissive hand in the air.

"i'll boost your ego as much as i want to!"

he tugged you a little closer, your hips brushing up against his. "you'll come celebrate with me tonight, though, right?"

you silently studied his expression for a while – for someone so sure of himself, someone who had just won a tournament this big, he looked almost scared that you'd say no.

like you'd ever find it in yourself to say no to his pretty, brown eyes.

"of course. there's nothing i'd rather do."

[theguarddogofallyourfeverdreams]

puppy princess | tadashi x reader fic

"... and in a while i came and got your plates and you guys went on the rest of your date i scrubbed cheese and wished i was somebody else..."

a story told in pieces: part 1 | hamada bros' interlude | part 2 | part 3 | your POV #: 2 idiots mutual pining, fluff, misunderstanding, tadashi is here and in full nerd geek dork goofiness (loser simp tadashi), genderneutral (i try) omni perspective, no beta we die like tadashi uhhh yeah we just die; all in some 2k words (TW/ high word count for people whose attention span is fried from tiktok)

(•---•) tadashi hamada wouldn't say he was a casanova or anything of that sort. of course, he was well-respected on campus and the object of many's affection-- and one might argue thus he has the right to assert himself as such, but such an argument would be incorrect. you see, he lacked an important part: the confidence to go after what he wants.

off campus, he takes on the responsibility of helping aunt cass run the lucky cat cafe along with hiro. in his almost-decade long tenure at the cafe he had come across and interacted with many an interesting and enigmatic figure, but none of them were as peculiar, curious, and eye-catching as you.

you became a regular of the cafe some years back, and naturally because of his feelings, he remembered your order around your first few revisits— a matcha latte with sweet foam, light sugar and extra matcha. he would never admit it— not to aunt cass and hiro, and certainly not to you (you cant ogle customers!)— that he was indeed staring at you every time you came in and that the register was, in his experience and opinion, the best angle to admire your beauty: the way the sun shed light on your face on sunny days, rose dusting your cheeks and your eyelashes charmingly framing your gleaming eyes, the way you looked out the window on cloudy and rainy days, as if longing for something and deep in thought— it was much too excessive and overstimulating, and thus words alone would simply do an injustice to you in describing the beauty of it all.

there were too many an instance where his eyes would linger on you for a moment too long while he was making drinks or drying dishes. many of these instances, either aunt cass had to gently wake tadashi up from his daydreaming, or he would be interrupted by hiro yelling at him for overspilling the milk into the drink shaker. he's contemplated approaching you for anything other than delivering your order to your table, but even the thought of just approaching you made his heart race and a knot form in his throat.

thus, he's never spoken much to you beyond basic formalities that a cafe employee is expected to show to their customers; but a part of him, poorly restrained and hidden, desperately yearned to approach you—say something, anything, to get to know you.

today, just like always, the jingle of the bells by the door announced your arrival. however, what was different was that you brought someone along with you. this instantly rubbed tadashi a certain way he didn't like— he felt a certain way that he couldn't identify nor label. he didn't mean it in the creepy way, but in the many days he's ogled and observed you he's very rarely seen you bring anyone with you to the cafe, if ever. the two of you took a seat at a table near the window of the cafe by the door.

today, just like always, he has to "woman up!" and muster up his courage to approach your table. "hello! will it be the usual for today?" he addresses you first, slightly stumbling in his words.

however, today, he also has to collect himself in front of you and stop his feelings for you from showing on his face. "that's okay tadashi. actually today we were thinking of getting the couple set!" you replied after flipping through the menu and landing on the item you mentioned. it's a set of heart-shaped souffle pancakes topped with cheese foam, powdered sugar and fruits that come with cups of latte, matcha or coffee.

his heart dropped at the order. honestly, he didn't even know that was an item on the menu until you guys flipped to the page. you sure said that with a gleeful inflection... he sure wishes he was the one sharing it with you right now. he was lucky enough to know your name— and only your name for sure, everything else was pure observation and speculation— only because without customers' names, the cafe would lose track of customers' orders otherwise. he mentally kicks himself for his romantic cowardice.

regardless, he swallows the small knot in his throat and forces a smile, scribbling down the order on his notepad. "so that's a couple set for the both of you... will that be matcha or coffee for the drinks?"

"one matcha, one coffee please."

"will that be all for today?"

"that will be all, thank you so much tadashi." you replied sweetly, smiling at him.

your small smile alone is too much for him. not to mention your delightful and sweet voice, your mannerisms, the way you—tadashi moves quickly towards the counter of the cafe, then disappearing behind cat-print curtains that secluded the kitchen from general view and the rest of the cafe.

(•---•)

as the cafe wasn't very busy at this time of the day, tadashi returned to your table with your orders faster than expected.

donning a beige and brown-accented apron with paw prints, a notepad and pen stuffed in one of the pockets of the apron, tadashi was...sightly, to say the least—he somehow made working at a cafe look endearing. his cheeks were slightly pink, his smooth and soft skin dusted with powdered sugar, his dark, straight brows slightly furrowed as he balances the plates carrying your orders in his hands before politely setting it down on the table. let's just say the souffle pancakes weren't the only snacks available this afternoon.

"...the matcha, and the coffee." he noted briefly before setting each iced latte down. "please let me know if you guys need anything. please enjoy." tadashi says shyly with a slight smile before quickly returning to the main counter of the cafe and disappearing. you smile, thanking him.

as tadashi stocked cutlery, containers and drinkware, he couldn't help but overhear the fun you were having with the person you brought today. after all, it was quite slow for the cafe right now, and the only few people here were you, your companion, him, and aunt cass who was in the back.

"and so then..." you trailed off with your companion, chatting, giggling and gossiping over various things. you two exchanged sips of each others' drinks. you even slapped them on their arm in a fit of laughter. you sure seemed to be having fun with them. tadashi made sure to turn his back towards the both of you as the two of you talked about, well, whatever the fuck you two were talking about, because that wasn't important to him. what was important was that you became someone else's before he ever got to court you—actually no, he had all this time up until now to court you, but he never because of his cowardice and lack of experience.

and so he beats himself up again. he couldn't afford to show you...whatever it was that he was feeling, and he reprimanded himself for it. how could he feel...whatever this was... over you? you were never his in the first place—he simply got too attached to one specific regular. and he scolded himself again. (maybe don't get attached and ogle customers. this is so bad. what was i thinking? why did i even do that in the first place? how did i even think it was okay? but they're just so pretty—oh jeez, it's actually over. i have to get over it. it's better to get over this than accidentally do something and make them hate me. or maybe i could just—)

"hey tadashi, could we get the check please?" you stood up from the table, your voice, music to his ears, breaking his train of thought. apparently he'd been lost in thought for longer than since the two of you had long finished your pancakes and drinks.

"o-oh yeah! sure! actually i'll help you over here." tadashi looks up, stumbling over his own words and slightly embarrassed that you had to catch him while he was thinking those things of you. he swears inside and hopes he didn't make any weird faces while he was thinking about you.

at the register, he taps on a screen a few times and helps you with the transaction, handing you your receipt. he shudders a bit as his hand slightly grazed yours as he handed the piece of paper to you.

but he couldn't keep it up any longer. he's held his composure for what felt like an eternity and more, and it was slowly slipping away and leaking. desperation, curiosity and need-to-know clawed at his throat and a question fell out of his previously tightly pursed lips. "a... friend..of yours?" he hesitated.

"yeah. they mean a lot to me, so i thought i'd show them one of my favorite places in the city." you explained, slightly taken aback at tadashi taking an interest in you and your companion since the two of you never went further than the 'please's and the 'thank you's, the typical polite formalities between a cafe employee and a customer.

like one of those insane slice-of-life anime scenes, he has to maintain his composure while he screeched internally. (oh my god that person means a lot to them they said it themself just now it's actually over for me i have no chance i'm cooked—)

"huh," his brows slightly knit together, processing your words and struggling to form a response. "yeah i just noticed since you're usually here alone."

(oh shit. am i a creep?) things were clearly starting to get out of hand for tadashi now. the combination of his composure slipping and the two of you engaging in conversation longer than ever before is making him spill.

"you notice me?" you blink. your face warms, your eyes widen in surprise and your lips spread in happy surprise. as much as tadashi had kicked and beat himself internally today, seeing such a delightful and charming little expression on your face was, to the desperate him, a rare win in all the losses he took today. your eyes were so much more beautiful up close and your eyelashes were so much longer and prettier than he could ever make out.

(i'm losing it it's actually over i'm sooo cooookeddddd—)

"oh well it's just that you are a regular and stuff—" he stammered, flustered and mentally trying to reach for something, anything, to play it cool. even his stammering, flustered, uncomposed and off-guard reaction is cute.

"huh. everything was very delicious, as usual. i gotta get to showing them around the city. thank you for everything tadashi, i'll catch you some time later!" you thank tadashi with another one of your bright, warm smiles that catch tadashi off guard, warming him from the sea of his cold thoughts. you shove your receipt into your pockets and hurriedly turned your back towards him, rushing to leave the door and meet with your companion.

(oh my god they don't want to talk to me anymore they'd rather be with their very important person instead)

tadashi is left standing at the counter, alone and quite frankly, the most internally conflicted and overstimulated he has ever been in the entire history of interacting with you. in the span of only a few moments that covered seconds, if not a minute in real time, he's felt abject dejection, desperation, hopelessness, warmth, adrenaline and a racing heart, all at once. "oh...thank you for your patronage, as usual. see you around." he says to himself dejectedly.

he walks to the table you two were just seated at and collects the neatly stacked plates and glasses to process and clean at the sink. he rolls up the sleeves of his cardigan and gets to work. now his composure has fully slipped in a cafe filled with nobody, moping alone as he scrubbed at the dishes.

"i'm scrubbing cheese and wishing i were somebody else. how sad can this get?"

"

[A/N sorry i assumed what you, the reader, liked for the matcha latte regular order part etc. i had to do it for the immersion and how people remember all the little details that is what makes love so endearing. tadashi is here and i won't take anything else for an answer. i havent written a proper fic for like so long if this perspective is weird yeah idc i never learned how to write fic properly and its been so long anyway so please feel free to put in requests i can't just be writing about tadashi. or well no actually i can]

[auroracalisto]

to think means to live — A situationship is never fun, but at least Fiyero seems intent on changing that. word count: 1.15k words a/n: uhhh. i may continue this? i may not. i wrote it at like... 2 AM on my phone and then didn't touch it until today so.

It had been a rough couple of weeks, between your exams, a falling out with a dear friend, and then the confusing situationship you found yourself in with none other than Fiyero Tigelaar. It was as if the universe decided to pile everything up at one time, no break in sight to give you a chance to actually breathe.

Your exams had been difficult—so difficult in fact that you could have sworn you were going to fail (thank Oz that you passed them all—studying came in clutch once again). Your falling out had went pretty quickly, and although it was for good reason, it still hurt you nonetheless. Friendship breakups were difficult, but it made it even worse that she was the reason for the entire situation. And then, of course, there was Fiyero. The prince who had taken your interest and held it in a tight fist as if he were scared it would grow wings and fly away. But of course, you were not a wizard—you had not the abilities to do half of what any regular magic-wielder was capable of. You had your wits and your hands, but beyond that, magic was not on the table.

Fiyero was, to put it simply, a confusing creature. Some days you knew he was interested in you and you quite enjoyed the idea. Others, you wondered what in the hell you had done to gain his attention because he sure as hell didn’t explain to you where this interest came from.

Hell, he was a beautiful man with eyes the color of sapphires and hair the color of autumn leaves dissipating in the wind, floating down from their humble abodes to the dying ground below. You could write poems of his beauty, and scholars for centuries would wonder how this man had captured your heart in so many ways.

But it was just a situationship.

You were friends, first and foremost. You had kissed at the Ozdust ballroom a week ago, and, well, let’s be frank—Fiyero hadn’t talked to you since then.

He had kissed you, though. Was he embarrassed? Hurt that it took you a moment to register what was happening and actually return the kiss?

Maybe.

Maybe not.

Regardless, it had happened. It had left you reeling, wondering what went wrong—wondering what the best route to take, wondering what you could do to get him to talk to you again.

As you walked to your dorm room, yawning into your hand, you nearly jumped out of your skin at the sight of Fiyero turning down your hallway. But he didn’t walk away this time. His eyes widened a bit, and your name left his lips in an instant.

“We need to talk,” he said.

You pursed your lips and nodded, unlocking your dorm. “Yeah. I know,” you said. You leave the door open for him and sit your bag by the desk. “You’ve been awfully quiet, lately. Like a ghost.”

“A ghost?” he repeated, giving a small nod. He shut your door behind him and he leaned his back against it, crossing his arms over his chest. “I… understand why you think that.”

“Am I wrong?” you asked, sitting on the edge of your bed. You watched him from across the room, a faint frown toying at the edges of your lips.

“No,” he said, shaking his head. “You are not wrong. I have been… busy, lately.”

“Busy? With what?”

“Things.”

“Things?”

“Thoughts.”

You hummed softly in acknowledgement. You couldn’t help but sympathize. You were but a blimp in the life of a soon-to-be powerful man. You were an anomaly. One that he didn’t seem to have figured out, yet. But why should he? He was always spouting about how not using his brain was best.

Living through life without harrowing thoughts and ideologies would bring peace unknown to many people. But how would life exist? To exist means to think. To think means to live. Without one, you cannot have the other.

Fiyero looked around your dorm room. This was the first time he had actually been in it. It was quaint, much smaller than his, but you made it work. He couldn’t help but notice just how you the room was. Just like everything else, you managed to put a piece of your soul into your work—into your home away from home.

It only solidified his thoughts—it only reinforced his want to be more than friends with you. To care for someone who cared for so much more than just their self… well, he could learn a thing or two from it. He could learn to be better. To be a better prince and a better friend.

“What did you need to talk about?” you asked, leg slightly bouncing as the tension in the room crept up your spine.

“I… don’t…”

You sighed softly and looked away from him.

“I want to be more than friends,” he blurted.

So much for a romantic gesture. Fiyero internally cringed. This was so not him. He was Fiyero Tigelaar for crying out loud! He did not go soft. He did not word vomit to the people he cared for. He did not change his entire confession-style because he got nervous. And yet, here he was, hoping you would say something. Anything.

You say nothing for a minute—almost as if you were tasting his words, devouring his confession, hungry for the chance to be seen by him and only him.

“You… you want to be more than friends?” you asked.

“Yes,” Fiyero said, nodding. “After we kissed, I—“

“—you dipped.”

“I know. And I am sorry. But truly, Y/n, I’ve thought much about everything and you of all people should know what my thoughts have become. They are shrouded by you—by your ghost, by your very soul. I cannot walk away from it—I cannot block it out by working or dancing. It is as if you have wedged yourself in the very muscle of my brain, and I need you to tell me if you want the same thing.”

“Tell… tell you what, that I want the same thing?”

His nod is enough for you to bashfully smile.

“I… of course I would like to be more than friends,” you said. “But that’s not going to cause you any issues, is it?”

“No,” he said, stepping toward you. “And if it does, so be it. But I know this is right. I know that the kiss wasn’t a mistake, but the best choice I have ever made in my life.”

Your face grew warm with your flustered demeanor.

“Perhaps you should make another good choice, Fiyero. I am right in front of you, after all.”

He smiled at your words, and in an instant, the prince closed the gap and pressed his lips to yours, a testament to the truth behind his every word.

[xdarkestdesirex]

Metempsychosis - Scene One

Jinu x f.reader

n. the supposed transmission at death of the soul of a human being or animal into a new body of the same or a different species.

Reincarnation? Ha! Yeah right, I don't believe in that. . .

Wait. . .

Am I dead? No, I'm alive, but l'm. . .

Different.

I'VE DIED AND REINCARNATED AS RUMI FROM KPDH?!

This writing contains highly sensitive topics like violence, gore, mental health, death, manipulation, smut, and other mature themes. If you click keep reading, you're agreeing to reading something that’s potentially triggering. Reader discretion is advised.

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Three years have passed since our debut, and we’ve been FLYING! But seriously, we’re flying right now. Anyways, the fans love us, and the Honmoon has never been stronger. I can feel it, we’re so close to seeing gold, but if I’m honest, I’ve been so busy in my life, my craft, and fighting demons that I’ve almost forgotten all about canon. It hasn’t crossed my mind in… three years? Whoops? But don’t worry! I wrote everything down in a journal, and I just have to find where I put it. I know it’s happening soon because ‘How It’s Done’ was dropped in our recent album. The only part of canon that’s stuck in my head is the songs and the Saja Boys. Ahhh, the Saja Boys. I can’t wait to see them in person.

I slump forward on my hand with a dreamy look in my eyes.

“Uhhh, Rumi? What’s with that gross look?” Mira asks.

“Oh! Nothing!” I chuckle nervously and grab the cup of ramyeon in front of me. A photo of myself is plastered on it with my name ‘Rumi’ in big letters. Even after twenty-one years living as Rumi, I still feel like an impostor. The number of times I’ve almost introduced myself as (Y/n) is crazy, and sometimes I just want to shout at people that Rumi isn’t my name. Actually, this body isn’t even my body. My hair is (h/c) not purple, and it definitely didn’t touch the ground when I wore it down. This body isn’t shaped like my past lives, but I am thankful for the healthy body I’m in right now. I’ve never felt hotter. Though I may have added more squats to Rumi’s workout routine. Hello, body-ody with the booty-oty. 

“It’s pre-show ramyeon time!” I call out, trying to get myself back on track with our pre-show ritual. 

Before every show, we like to carb up to ensure we have enough energy to burn while on stage, and today is the biggest show we’ve ever done. So we need a lot of food, and then we end it with ramyeon. It’s the best decision we’ve ever made. The girls instantly perk up and grab their ramyeon cups, and we click them together.

“Happy fans, happy Honmoon!” We all say, but when we look inside the cups, there's no water in them. Zoey pouts, and Mira groans. That’s weird, the staff always knows to have our ramyeon filled with hot water so it’s ready to eat once we’re done. I glance over at the stewardess who’s acting odd. We’ve worked with these people before, and even rehearsed our exit from the plane for tonight's show. She seemed completely normal then. 

“Um, I’m sorry, can we get some water for our ramyeon?” I ask politely while holding up my cup of noodles to show that they’re dry and uncooked.

“O-oh, of course, hunt-Huntrix!” The stewardess chuckles nervously and quickly rushes off to grab some water.

I lean back into the couch behind me, closing my eyes for a moment. My mind flicks to the concert we’re about to perform at, and my heart races in my chest. It’s been a while since I’ve felt nervous for a performance, but a show of this caliber is huge for us. With this many people in the crowd means we can tighten down the Honmoon, and maybe see some gold. The pressure of creating gold has been there since I was young, and once Mira and Zoey joined me, Celine hounded it into us that we would be the ones to reach gold. What if we don’t make it? I don’t remember them achieving full gold in the movie. I know there was a reason for that, but what if even after the events of the movie, we don’t succeed? 

Brinnggg.

The sound of my phone ringing brings me back to reality: “It’s Bobby.”

The other girls slide up next to me as I answer the FaceTime call from our manager, and we’re met with a very distraught look.

“Girls, where are you?” Bobby’s worried voice sounds through the phone.

“Doing our pre-show ritual, and waiting on our ramyeon.” I hold up the noodle cup to show our sad, dry ramyeon as I make a pouty face.

“What about the show? The map shows you guys flying away from the venue!” 

My eyes narrow as it dawns on me why the crew on the plane has been acting weird, sharing a knowing look with my girls, I inform Bobby we’ll be there soon, and then hang up.

“Ughh, why do they always have to show up when we’re eating?” Mira groans as she slides down the couch and onto the floor.

Zoey has been busy stuffing her face with more food, so when she turns to look at where the crew is, her cheeks are puffed out like a squirrel's, her face turns red, and I swear I can see steam coming out of her nose.

“THEY’RE GOING TO FEEL MY WRATH!” Zoey war cries. For being so small and sweet, she sure is scary.

I clear my throat and stand from the couch, and make my way toward the stewardess. I lean against the counter and stare at the lady. She freezes while holding a pot of coffee and pouring it into a plant. I grab the pot out of her hand and set it aside. Poor plant, I mentally mourn for the life of the leafy fellow before turning back to the stewardess. My face morphing into the scariest face I could muster, which isn’t that scary, Rumi is too pretty to be scary, but my aura is killer, and that adds to it.

“Just be honest, you’re a demon,” I say, but the lady turns around to run away. I quickly reach out and grab her arm, where patterns pop out of nowhere. A smirk forms on my face as the rest of the crew takes on their natural forms. Ah, this is my favorite part. Beating some demons while singing. 

When our voices mesh together, causing the Honmoon to glow, it sends chills down my spine; it’s a feeling I couldn’t explain to anyone, and the sparkle of the Honmoon is mesmerizing. It’s more beautiful than looking at the stars in the night sky. My fingers brush over the Honmoon, like strumming strings on a guitar, and then I reach into the Honmoon and pull out a pearlescent sword, my trusty battle weapon, slaying demons along with my voice and friends. 

“Knocking you out like a lullaby!” A smirk plasters on my face as I look at Zoey as she joins in on the next verse, “Hear that sound ringing in your mind!” Then Mira joins the two of us as we gain on the demons, “Better sit down for the show, 'cause I’m gonna show you.” 

“Oh, this is canon!” I say excitedly. Mira and Zoey paused to stare at me, and I shrugged my shoulders in response. The demons take this moment to try to attack us, but I quickly lift my sword over my head, and the other girls get into their fighting stances. We quickly slash the demons in front of us apart, causing them to burst and disappear into the air.

“How it’s done, done, done.”

A few demons escape from the plane that’s slowly falling apart due to the battle that’s been taking place. And call me an aderinle junkie, but knowing we’re about to jump out of the plane sends a thrill through my body. 

“Well, this plane is trashed,” Mira states. 

Zoey and I nod our heads as we take in the scene before us. Half the plane is missing, and its wings have been torn off. We were quickly falling toward the ground, but it oddly felt like we were just floating in the air. I step toward the edge of the plane and salute my girls before leaning back and free-falling through the air. I spread my arms out and close my eyes, enjoying the feeling of the air pushing against my body. Once I open my eyes, I switch back into game mode. Flipping through the air, I make my way to one of the demons and slam the end of my heel into it.

We’re quickly approaching the concert venue, and I know this isn’t exactly how we planned on entering our concert, but it’s pretty badass. We fly through the sky like shooting stars and quickly land on the stage. Loud screaming from thousands of fans could be heard for miles, enough to take my breath away, and put a permanent smile on my face. 

There were a few demons left, but we got rid of them instantly. Crew members came rushing out onto the stage, and we slipped our earpieces in and got straight into our performance. Singing and dancing like we didn’t just fight a bunch of demons, and seeing the excitement on the fans' faces reminds me of my old life. The good ol’ days of fangirling over K-pop groups, and losing my mind when I finally got to see them live. Seeing their reactions gets me hyped up like I’m in the crowd with them experiencing my ult group. Except I’m the one on stage that they’re screaming for. 

It’s the moment during the song that I hit my high note, taking a deep breath, I ready myself, and I kill it! The crowd erupts into a fit of screams and jumping, and the Honmoon glows brighter than the light sticks, covering the stadium of fans, and in a small flow within the Honmoon, we see a flicker of gold. I want to drop to my knees and cry in joy, but I have a show to finish! I can celebrate this moment with my girls once the concert is over.

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On our way down from the concert, the three of us are squealing and yelling like schoolgirls in excitement. Our voices yelling over each other, talking about the flicker of gold that we saw. In the movie, Rumi was so excited and determined that she released Huntrix’s new song right away, but that two weeks of vacation sound ABSOLUTELY needed. We idols need rest, and I would hate to make Mira and Zoey sad by taking away their couch time. 

As we step off the elevator, a crew of people surrounds us and walks with us as we move through the backstage. They’re fixing up our makeup, fanning us, giving us sips of water, and even feeding us a few snacks. I love being pampered, and our crew members are the best. I’ll have to make sure they get a good bonus and gifts for all their hard work during this tour. People might think we work the hardest just cause we’re on the stage, but those behind the stage work just as hard. 

I look ahead to see Zoey and Mira skipping away from everyone while chanting “Couch! Couch! Couch!” Bobby is stopped in front of me, squeezing the bridge of his nose, and exhaling a large sigh. 

“What happened?” I ask our manager as I sling my arm around his shoulder. Bobby is honestly more than a manager; he’s one of my best friends and does so much for us.

The shorter male sighs again, “I booked you guys a staycation at a resort for your break, but those two are more excited for your couch.” 

I laugh at the rejected male and look over the info pulled up on his phone screen. Wow, this place seems nice.

“You know what, Bobby, you should go to the resort and treat yourself for once. You deserve it after everything you’ve done for us.” 

Bobby waves his hand bashfully in the air, saying there’s no way he could do that, but then quickly does a 180, “Who am I kidding! Someone robe me, I’m a 34 short, please.” 

“Yes, king! Treat yourself!” I yell back at Bobby as I run to catch up with my girls.

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When we get back home, I take a long, warm shower and do my extra-long skincare routine. Getting to take off our costumes and makeup at the end of the day is equivalent to taking your bra off after a long day. I feel refreshed, relaxed, and ready to binge-watch shows while stuffing my face. The girls and I put on our spa-time robes, gather large piles of food for ourselves, and sink into the soft cushion of our sofa. The three of us just sit in silence for a moment as our muscles relax and lose the tension they’ve held throughout the day. 

My plan is for everyone to relax for a week, and then I’ll launch Golden. In the movie, Rumi has issues with her voice, and her patterns grow down her arms. My theory is that her patterns grew because of the stress she was under, trying to turn the Honmoon gold, but also in trying to get rid of her patterns so she could be normal. Keeping that secret and hiding something that you deeply hate about yourself grows a seed of bad feelings, feelings that she kept hidden, and feelings that festered inside before they became too much for Rumi to handle. Then everything blew up, and the part of Rumi that was demon fed on those negative feelings, which gave it a reason to grow. My patterns barely touch my elbows and don't even reach my collarbones.

I told Zoey and Mira that I was half demon, which elevated a lot of those feelings, but the need to hide and fix myself is still strong. I do a lot of things to try to keep myself relaxed, calm, and not festering over my bad feelings. I need to stay level-headed and not lose myself. Canon has officially started. My girls, the fans, the Saja Boys, and, most importantly, the world needs me. I’m going to save everyone, and to do that, I need to make sure I rest before dropping Golden.

This next week, I’m going to rest my voice, drink lots of soothing tea, and meditate. There’s no reason for my voice to crack, but even if it does, it still gives me time before the idol awards to figure out why my voice isn’t working. But if my voice does crack during that promotion rehearsal, I don’t know what I’ll do. I internally cry. Everything I’ve done up till now, I’ve done it with the forethought of losing my voice; it’s the only thing that’s stuck with me these past few years. My voice is crucial to being a hunter, so taking care of it has been my main priority. 

Now, to come up with a game plan. I stand up from the couch and excuse myself from the girls for a moment. I make my way through our shared home and into my bedroom. Closing the door behind me, I quickly get to work looking for my journal. As soon as I was old enough to write decently, I wrote down everything about the movie. I repeated every scene like a mantra in my head once I knew where I was. The fact that I watched it five times and thought about the movie constantly before dying was pretty helpful. But once I wrote all the words down, I finally stopped thinking about it.

I’ve been living in the moment and focusing on my mental health the most. I’m so happy, but at the same time, my depression threatens to take over. I can’t let it do that. It’s game time more than ever, and I need to get my head in the game. My decisions right now can either change everything or destroy everything. Or maybe what I do won’t affect the story at all, and the outcome will be the same.

“No,” I shake my head, “I’ll save everyone, even you, Jinu,” I whisper to myself.

I find a familiar purple notebook with stickers and glitter all over it, and I quickly pull it out of the pile hidden within my closet, “Aha!” I flip through the pages, reading over each word. 

I spend the night in my room planning out what I would need to do, different outcomes, and how I would handle things if they went to shit. 

“This is perfect,” I say, looking over my notebook, which is now full.

Now I just have to hope.

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A week has gone by, and we’re sitting in one of the studios in our company building. Mira and Zoey are hovering over my shoulders, and Bobby is sitting across from us. All our eyes narrowed in on a large tablet with the cover for our song, Golden, on it, with a big green button across the screen that says ‘Launch.’ I knew once I brought up wanting to release it early that everyone would be game, so here we are. My hand slowly reaches out toward the tablet, and my finger presses the button.

“It’s uploaded!” Zoey jumps up and down with excitement.

“Let’s get you girls ready!” Bobby rushed us out of the studio and toward the dressing rooms.

Our new costumes are hung up and waiting for us to put on with our fashion crew and makeup crew on standby to make us look even better. It’s promotion time, baby!

We released the song earlier this morning, and everyone is going crazy about it, and it’s already the number one trending song. This song is everything, our hearts and souls, and it has the power to turn the Honmoon golden. I doubt we’ll succeed with this song like they did in the movie, but it would be pretty cool if we could. It would also make things so much easier to just have the Honmoon turn gold like what was originally planned in the movie. But I doubt that will happen, and that’s why I’ve come up with a plan A, B, C, and D! Can’t be too careful! I felt like Doctor Strange looking at all the outcomes of defeating Thanos, and out of 14,000,605 possibilities, they only won in one of them. 

I mentally groan, and if I could slam my head against a wall right now, I would. One chance, that’s how it feels, and even though I have multiple plans, I’m sure only one of them will work. I’m voting for plan A, yes, plan A will work, and I won’t have to rely on the other ones.

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We make our way to a talk show for our promotion to talk about our new single, Golden, and later tonight, we’ll have our first live performance of the song. We haven’t rehearsed the song yet, I’ve been resting my voice, so I’m not sure how my vocal cords are doing. The rehearsal before the performance will be the big reveal on whether what I’ve done was helpful or if it didn’t matter at all.

My nerves are through the roof as we make our way to the venue. I have my earbuds in and I’m doing my best to calm my nerves and get into the right headspace. Mira notices the slight twitch in my leg, grabs my hand, squeezes it, and gives me a reassuring look. I smile softly at her and take a deep breath.

Everything was going good during the rehearsal, and I didn’t feel any kind of strain in my vocal cords. My confidence was rising, and my worries were slipping away. I think everything will be fine! My voice sounds good, and it feels fine while I’m singing. I lose myself in the song and go to hit one of my bigger notes, but my voice cracks. Everyone pauses and looks at me. My face has fallen, and I can’t look at anything but the ground. Fuck! I worked so hard to make sure this doesn’t happen. Maybe I’m just in my head? No, that can’t be it, I was so lost in the song, there’s no way, but maybe subconsciously my body knew I was worried and betrayed me? Yeah, that has to be it.

“Sorry guys,” I say sheepishly, “Let’s go from the top again.” I move back into position.

Mira and Zoey follow, giving me small pats on the back before taking their places in the formation. The song starts back at the beginning, and everything flows smoothly until my voice cuts out again. There’s no way. This can’t be happening.

I run off the stage and into the dressing room designated for HUNTR/X, and throw myself in one of the private dressing rooms. I look into the mirror and take a deep breath. This has to be all in my head. Rumi’s patterns were already down her arms and up her throat, and if my theory was correct, my patterns shouldn’t be the issue. Steadying myself on the desk in front of me, I take a moment before I rip my jacket off. 

The sight I see in the mirror causes a small scream to leave my lips, and I quickly cover my mouth. My patterns, they’ve grown, just in hours! They trace over my whole arms, ending at my wrists, and creeping up the base of my throat. How did this happen? Tears wet my eyes and threaten to spill over. My theory couldn’t have been completely wrong if I’ve kept the patterns at bay for so long, but what triggered them? Were they always meant to get this intense? I just wanted to take my nails and scratch them off. These were never supposed to be part of me. I was never supposed to be here. I’m (Y/n) (L/n) not Rumi. 

The door to the dressing room bursts open, and I quickly grab the robe next to me and cover myself. Zoey and Mira are standing in the doorway, their faces coated with concern as they take in my disheveled appearance. When I realize it’s just them, I drop to my knees and cry. The two girls rush to my side and encase me in their warm embrace. Only with them do I feel truly safe and accepted. 

“What happened?” Mira looks deeply into my eyes.

My bottom lip juts out like a little kid's, and I inhale a few wobbly breaths. I slowly remove the robe I was wearing to show them what my patterns currently look like. This moment is giving me flashbacks to when I first told them I was half demon. 

“Oh, Rumi,” Zoey says in her soft voice. Her hand gently running over my arm, where the patterns are.

“I don’t know how this happened,” I choke out, “My patterns looked the same this morning. Now they’re all over my arms and on my neck,” My hand rests on my throat, “What if they’re the reason I can’t sing?” My eyes search my friends with worry and fear, looking for a glimmer of hope in their irises. 

“I don’t see why they would,” Mira says earnestly. 

Zoey’s voice piping in with a “Yeah!” 

“I think you’re just stressed and tired,” Mira pulls me into her side, “We all are.”

“Mmhm,” Zoey nods enthusiastically, “We may have had a small break, but maybe taking the full two weeks off was what we should’ve done.”

“Yeah, maybe,” I smile softly at my friends.

“Oh! How about we go out to eat?” Zoey’s bright smile almost blinds me.

“I like that idea,” Mira smirks.

“But what about the show?” 

“Bobby can handle it!”

Bobby, in fact, couldn’t handle it. Actually, he could, but that didn’t make it any less hard to deal with thousands of disappointed fans.

I sulked over the soup I was eating and pouted the whole time. I just wanted to do good, and do good by Rumi. She deserves so much better, and I thought I could be the change. My hand grips my spoon. This is only the beginning. The plan I have is solid, and it’s going to work. I can do this!

“So what do we do? Should we call Celine? Maybe she can help!” The younger girl goes from concerned to hopeful within seconds. 

Oh, Zoey, how I wish I had your optimism. 

“No, she would only tell us one thing,” Mira glares at Zoey.

“We are hunters, voices strong. Your faults and fears must never be seen.” The three of us say in unison, and we chuckle afterwards. 

“But she’s right, if we show fear or that something is wrong, our fans will start to lose faith in us.” I groan and let my head fall onto the restaurant's table.

“What if we take a real break?” Zoey says softly, “Like skip the Idol Awards and have a few months to just breathe.” 

“No!” My head shoots up as I shout. “I’m sorry, but we can’t skip the Idol Awards. It’s our biggest show and strengthens the Honmoon for a whole year.” 

It’s also the main event during canon. I can’t let Saja Boys win, steal everyone's souls, and feed them to Gwi-Ma. That would be the end of the world. The Idol Awards are the most important.

“We’re also so close to sealing the Honmoon and getting rid of my patterns.” My eyes shift down to my hands as I turn them over in my lap.

“Rumi’s right, if your patterns are the reason your voice is in trouble, then sealing the Honmoon as quickly as possible is our best bet.” Mira’s deep voice flows through my ears.

Zoey leans over the table and rests a hand on my shoulder, “Don’t worry, we can get through anything as long as we do it together.” The younger girl sits back in her seat and pulls out her phone. “Leave it to me to help your voice, Rumi! I know something that’s totally legit!” She winks at me.

I giggle softly and shake my head. Zoey’s plan to help me is not legit, but I can’t bring myself to say no to her when she’s just so cute!

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Zoey was able to book me an appointment with this doctor the next day, and that’s how we find ourselves walking through a crowded market. We made sure to wear things that kept us hidden, but didn’t go the full nine yards to hide our identity. I tried to get us to wear sunglasses and masks before going out, but the other girls said we’d be fine. It’s a weekday, and this area isn’t that busy during this time. Little do they know.

We make it into the doctor's office, and the photos hanging on the wall are more terrible in person. They looked almost believable in the movie, but seeing what it would look like in the real world is so laughable. They’re totally edited! Anyone would be able to guess that. I side eye Zoey to see if she’s questioning herself on her choice yet, but she just smiles brightly and gives me a thumbs up. Oh, sweet baby, she’s so naive. I need to wrap her up and protect her forever. I mean, what?

The doctor finally walks in and gets to ‘inspecting’ me right away. Eyes widening as he leans in closer, trying to read what’s wrong with me, but his face is so funny there’s no way I could take him seriously. So I burst out laughing. Mira joins in with a laugh of her own, and Zoey sits back with a pout plastered on her face.

“I see that you need to take this seriously,” The doctor says sternly.

“Okay, I’m sorry,” I clear my throat and settle my face, but when the doctor leans back in to read me, I start laughing again. My hand goes up to cover my mouth, and I wave my other hand in the air, “I’m so sorry!”

The doctor growls and narrows his eyes at me, “You’re hiding things.” 

My back straightens, and all the giddy feelings I had quickly vanish. Is he just saying that because I was laughing, or can he tell? He then turns and closes in on Zoey. Her face quickly drops, “Um, why are you looking at me?” Her eyes shift to every part of the room that isn’t the doctor's beady eyes. 

“You want to please everyone,” The doctor states.

“What? No way, psh, I’m not like that,” Zoey tries to shake off what the doctor just said, “Right?” Her dark brown eyes shift to Mira and me to see what we thought.

  The doctor then whips his head toward Mira, squinting his eyes, and zoning in on her, but Mira squints her eyes right back and doesn’t back down. The pink-haired girl then bares her teeth and growls at the doctor, causing him to yelp like a puppy and jump backwards. I couldn’t help the chuckle that fell from my lips at the interaction. I love Mira, she’s so badass.

“Just give us the damn tonics already,” Mira rolls her eyes.

We finally got the box of tonics. I know these won’t do anything for me, but the fact that Zoey wanted to help feels like it’s healing me. I grab one of the packets, open it, and start sucking on it. It’s just normal juice, but hey, at least it’s a good brand. We made our way down the alley where the shop was located. Mira and Zoey cheer for my voice to have a speedy recovery when we see shadows about to emerge from around the corner. This is the moment. My eyes widened with sparkles, and my heart stopped in my chest. I’ve been waiting my whole second life for this. 

Mira and Zoey freak out thinking they’re fans and quickly hide behind me, throwing my hood up, and pulling my head down so I’m hiding behind the box of ‘tonics’ that I’m carrying. Awww, now I can’t see them properly. I pout. Thank god the girls can’t see my face. When the group of very attractive men comes into our sight, the girls pop out behind me and look at the males with their jaws on the floor and drool coming out of their mouths. I, of course, followed suit, dropping my box of juice pouches in the process, and the pouch I was sucking on dropped out of my mouth. Their good looks make me weak. THEY’RE SO MUCH BETTER LOOKING IN PERSON. OH MY GOSH, BABY IS SO HOT! AH! ABBY’S ABS ARE KILLER! ROMANCE LOOKS LIKE HE’S PRINCE CHARMING! AND I WANT TO RUN OVER TO MYSTERY AND LIFT HIS HAIR OUT OF HIS FACE SO I CAN FINALLY SEE WHAT HE LOOKS LIKE. 

Then Jinu spawns in behind the group, and it’s like the world slows down. Wow, this is happening in real life. I thought time only slowed in the movies. Does this mean Rumi and Jinu are really fated to be together? I watch him walk past me, and I move to the side subconsciously so he doesn’t bump into me. My mouth was still hanging wide open. I glance over at Baby and mentally apologize for thirsting over Jinu this much. Baby, my bias, I’m so sorry. I cry internally. We aren’t fated to be together. My eyes shift back over to Jinu, who’s looking at me with a smirk on his face. Once they’re out of view, the three of us faint over on each other, fanning ourselves.

“Oh my god, they’re so hot!” Zoey says, and Mira and I agree. 

“Who even are they?” Mira looks off into the distance where the men walked off to.

“My soulmates,” I say mindlessly while Zoey nods, agreeing with me.

While the three of us are still caught in our daze, we pick up my juice packets when we hear music playing off into the distance. We quickly rush over to see what it is, only to find the boys we just had an encounter with coming out of a cloud of pink smoke.

“They’re a boy band?” Mira’s eyebrow quirks up. 

I take this moment of us not knowing they’re demons to fangirl. I drop the box onto the ground, squeal, and scream for the boys. The fangirl in me didn’t get left behind in my old life, and Mira and Zoey fall victim to this side of me often. At least Zoey joins in with me, and Mira quietly fangirls in the corner. We also aren’t mad at them since I moved out of the way and didn’t give Jinu the chance to be rude. But then Jinu pulls out one of my pouches and starts drinking it. He still stole one? I quickly count the number of pouches in the box. Wait, there’s only one missing, and all of these are closed. My eyes trail back up to Jinu as he’s performing, my cheeks turning a deep shade of red as I realize he took the one I was already drinking from.

The dark-haired male sees my reaction and smirks at me, throwing the empty pouch my way, and I catch it. That dirty demon, he knew exactly what he was doing. Damn it, he’s so hot. Zoey grabs my arm and shakes me while screaming, but the moment is ruined once they show a glimpse of their patterns and eyes.

We all gasp, “They’re demons!” While Zoey says, “Magicians!” Mira and I look at Zoey, judging her only slightly. Again, I must wrap her up and protect her. 

I also want to experience the part where we all gag over the boys, so better late than never, right?

“They’re not even that hot,” I say while sticking my nose up into the air.

“They’re so ugh,” Mira grimaces.

“No, they’re bleh,” Zoey makes a disgusting face.

“They’re,” We all make retching sounds. 

“Let's kill 'em,” Mira starts stalking toward the men, but I quickly hold her back.

“We can’t, not yet.”

“Plus, they look pretty friendly!” Zoey points at the demons.

“Demons aren’t friendly!” Mira glares at the younger girl, but Zoey’s eyes drift toward me as if to say, “But this demon is friendly.”

My hands instinctively shoot up to cover my arms even though they’re already covered by my jacket.

“Rumi doesn’t count,” Mira groans.

“I don’t?” I tilt my head to the side, looking at the older, pink-haired female. 

It’s so odd, does Zoey see me as a friendly demon? And Mira doesn’t see me as a demon at all? I wonder what they think of me. 

When the Saja Boys were done performing, they properly introduced themself, and promoted how they’ll be on a variety show later tonight. Of course, they’d get on the most famous variety show as soon as their debut. I wonder how they manipulated their way to the top so quickly. 

“We’ll get them tonight,” I narrow my eyes as I watch the men disappear in the same way they appeared. “Let's get battle-ready!” 

Normally, when we fight demons, it just randomly happens, but when we get chances like this to prep for battle, it makes it more fun! I love being hot as hell when slaying demons, and I even made sure we didn’t wear leather pants! I mean, why did they do that in the first place? Fighting in leather is so not practical. 

We make our way to the studio where the variety show is being filmed and sneak in through one of the back doors. Being able to do this should be impossible. Why did they leave a door unlocked, and why wasn’t anyone standing guard? Idols need all the protection they can get. My mind is racing a mile a minute, writing a lengthy letter on security to send to the management here. 

We take our places behind the stage and hide in the darkness. I led us to another part of the stage in the hope of not being seen. The goal is not to kill them, but to still have the upper hand. Also, this new spot gives us a great view of the show as it’s taking place. Oh my gosh, this is so funny to watch in person. I could never drink hot sauce like that, and how does Baby make it look so attractive? Like damn, he knows it’s the hot sauce that can’t handle his heat. Stop it (Y/n), I chide myself. How do I expect myself to get close to Jinu when I keep thirsting over Baby?! My eyes glance over to the tall, dark, and handsome male. Butterflies flutter in my stomach as I take in his appearance. I guess it won’t be that hard to get close to him.

“You know, I think I understand how your mom ended up with a Demon,” Zoey mindlessly says, and Mira elbows her in the side.

Suddenly, bright lights are shining in our faces, and our weapons quickly disappear. The crowd that came here to support the Saja Boys started going wild and screaming our names. I blink a couple of times as I try to process what is happening. They still knew we were here? Damn it!

“What do you say? Why don’t you play with us?” Jinu’s sinful smile is plastered on his face as he looks into my eyes. Ugh, I want to both slap and kiss it off his face.

“You guys are too kind!” I put on the best smile I could, “We just stopped by to congratulate our hoobaes!” I discreetly elbow the girls next to me.

“Oh, yeah, congratulations!” Mira and Zoey chuckle awkwardly. 

Wow, the air is so tense. Either with hostility, sexual tension, or both. I can’t tell. Actually, the sexual tension is probably one-sided, by me. Whoopsie.

“Aw, come on, for the fans?” Jinu looks at me with puppy dog eyes, and I instantly cave.

“Of course, for the fans!” I chuckle nervously. Totally for the fans, and not because of your face.

“Bring out the slides!” Jinu yells over to the crew.

The fans are cheering us on to get on the slides, and I thank god I made sure we didn’t wear leather. Now we can have a proper, funny moment for the fans and not ruin their eardrums. We climb up the slides and position ourselves at the top before we swish down into the ball pit below, and the fans cheer loudly while laughing. We pop up out of the ball pit, where we thank the fans and have a respectful bowing competition with the Saja Boys. 

Once the curtains close, the demon boys run away, and we follow after them. They rush into a bathhouse, and we burst through the doors behind them to find we’re in the men's bathhouse. This is so embarrassing. 

“Wow, I’m surprised you followed us in here,” Jinu says in his deep voice.

“I’m not surprised, they keep looking at me.” Abby glances at us girls.

We all shake our heads and quickly deny, but then his shirt lifts, revealing a portion of his abs. Okay, yeah, I’ve been looking at him, and it seems I’m not the only one. 

Demons start emerging from the ground, snapping us back into gamemode, striking our fighting stances, and we get ready to battle. 

“Have fun!” Jinu calls out to us, and he turns around to leave, slipping on a puddle of water. 

I suppress the laugh that wants to escape my lips, slash the demon that was in front of me, and chase after the handsome male. Listen, ladies, don’t follow after me; the men do the chasing, we don’t. Anyways, I follow Jinu through the bathhouse and into one of the sauna rooms. My blade slashing through the air, just barely grazing the dark-haired male.

“Hey, watch the face!” Jinu raises his hands in surrender, “I need it to steal your fans.” 

I know what game he’s trying to play at, and I slash the bucket he throws at me with ease. He still somehow manages to slash my arm, but Ha! In his face! I wore a protective layer underneath that’s hard to slice through, so he wouldn’t see my patterns. I glance down at my arm with a proud smirk, but growl when I see the purple hue of my patterns. Ugh! He just had to ruin my plan! The anger flows through me as I jump on Jinu, holding my blade to his throat. I wanted us to have a special moment in the future where I show him my patterns and be like, “Oh, Jinu, I’m more like you than you think.” Show him my patterns, “You’re not bad because you have patterns.” Create an enteral bond, fall in love, get married, and then have babies. But noooooo, he just had to ruin it!

“Damn, you’re strong,” Jinu huffs as he pushes back against my blade, clearly working hard to overpower me.

“Of course I am!” I growl, pushing against him even harder.

If I weren’t so upset about my plan being ruined, I would’ve been very embarrassed about straddling his lap right now—wait, I’m totally pressing up against his… As that thought crosses my mind, my face turns into a literal tomato, and my push against Jinu lightens. He throws me off him, and my body tumbles into the hot ground of the sauna.

“You have patterns?” Jinu looks down at my exposed skin.

Before I can say anything, a large hole blows through the wall of the sauna, and Mira and Zoey are on the other side, struggling against a horde of demons. Jinu rushes toward me. This is my moment, I think to myself. He grabs onto my shoulders, spins me around, and I can’t help the way I rest my head on his chest. Is he still going to cover my patterns up? What a hero—he throws me into my besties, causing us to tumble over like bowling pins.

“That asshole!” I yell out.

“Rumi!” Mira yells.

Right, demons to slay. We jump back onto our feet, and with the three of us being back together, we’re able to clear the demons out. I find it endearing that we’re at our strongest when we’re all together, but I also wish we didn’t have to rely on one another so much. There will be times when we can’t always fight side by side. We finally cleared out the bathhouse. Our chests heaving from one of the bigger battles we’ve had. I don’t think we’ve ever fought so many demons at once. The Honmoon is already getting so weak.

“Hey! This is the men's bathhouse! Get out!” An older man yells at us.

“We’re so sorry!” We bow to the man and quickly leave.

Wait, am I forgetting something? 

The old man!

I quickly turn around and go back into the bathhouse. The old gentleman who warned us of being in the men's bathhouse was sitting down and scrubbing his back while singing Soda Pop. A demon emerges from the water behind him, and before it even has the chance to suck the older males soul I slash through it.

“Sorry! Forgot my necklace!” I hold out the necklace that I was wearing previously, bow to the older gentleman, and then run back out of the bathhouse. I wiped at my brow and sighed deeply. At least I saved one extra person so far.

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AN: YESSS WE ARE THIRSTING HARD! As you guys read, the reader decided to have a week's break, hoping that her voice would be fine for the promo instead of releasing it right away like Rumi did. My theory is that yes, Rumi’s voice was tired from the nonstop work, but when her voice breaks and she notices her patterns have grown, she freaks out and thinks that’s the reason. I personally don’t think the patterns have anything to do with it, but I did want the reader to question it. I think Rumi’s thing with her voice was overuse, and then a mental block, thinking it’s because of the pattern growth. That’s why when she finally has a break, and can relax with Jinu, it helps her sing again. Because she’s been resting and Jinu helped the mental block go away. Also, I’m down bad for Baby, sorry not sorry, and I have the biggest crush on Zoey. Can you tell? I also wanted the girls to have a real moment of fangirling over the Saja Boys, cause, duh, I would be fangirling. And the reader's plan of waiting to show Jinu her patterns was part of plan A. Just minus the other things lol. Reader thought that if she willingly showed Jinu her patterns, it would open up a door for him to be truly vulnerable with her, and not in the fake/real way he was in the movie. Now part of the plan is shot, but could the reader still get to that deeper bond she’s trying to create? Keep reading to find out! And no, Jinu did not cover readers' patterns. She wasn’t freaking out like Rumi did in the movie so he didn’t feel the need to hide it for her.

Taglist: @acaffeinated-constellation

[uramakimochi]

my man my man my man my man🤤

WHERE YOU TRULY BELONG TO

Monkey D Luffy x Reader

Warnings: semi-long story i hope it doesn't bore you lol, fluff+little bit of angst, use of Y/n, fem!R who is a bit of a crybaby but everyone cries in this anime so idc. It should be an established relationship, but if it doesn't show it's because i believe that Luffy is not the kind of person that shows his love by openly saying "I love you" or calling you with petnames, i think he'd just do affectionate gestures that are completely normal for him.

This story is not canon, it has nothing to do with the anime/manga, but i took inspiration from the film Strong World. I'm sorry if this is shit, it actually took me a lot of time because i absolutely had no fantasy so i hope this came out at least decent lol. I invented the villain because yes and Y/n plays the part of the damsel in distress like Nami also because yes. I just like the stories where the hero saves the princess🤭

English is not my first language so feel free to correct me.

///

The Strawhats were traveling along the calm sea aboard the Sunny. Franky was at the helm while Brook played some sweet background music for the day, Nami was taking care of her orange trees, and Robin was reading a book on a lawn chair. Zoro was training alone, Usopp and Chopper were fishing from the edge of the ship, while Sanji had prepared some drinks to serve to everyone.

Finally, on the lion-shaped figurehead of the Sunny, Luffy was lying on his back, with his arms and legs open as if he were a starfish. You were sitting next to his body and while he had his eyes fixed on the blue sky, you alternated your gaze from the sea to his face, smiling. There wasn't a conversation between the two of you at the time, but that was okay. Although Luffy was one of the most extroverted and talkative people you knew, every now and then even those moments of comfortable silence accompanied you in your intimate moments. For both of them it was enough to be next to each other.

When you turned your head to look at the sea you realized the presence of an island on the horizon, which was getting closer and closer.

“Hey Luffy” you called.

"Mh?"

"I see an island over there. Shall we go and see or continue with our route?"

Luffy sat up, swaying forward. Then he made a thoughtful expression.

"Uhhh... Sounds like fun. I suggest we do some exploring!" He then exclaimed and you smiled, nodding.

So Luffy yelled at Franky to head towards the island and none of the crew protested.

After docking the Sunny, you all leaned out to see what lay before you, which was nothing more than an old abandoned town.

"It seems completely deserted..." Brook muttered.

"Look!" Chopper then exclaimed, pointing his hoof forward. "There's a palace up there!"

The road that ran through the abandoned city led to many flights of stairs that led to a traditional japanese palace built high up in the rocks, overlooking the small island.

"So? Who's going down to take a look?" Nami asked placing her hands on her hips, looking at you one by one. "I'm staying here"

"I-If Nami stays then i'm staying too!" Usopp stuttered with an uncertain smile. "We don't know if that town is truly abandoned. What if it's haunted? What if there are ghosts??"

"G-G-Ghosts?!" Chopper exclaimed in fear, then ran to hide behind Nami's legs. One could therefore guess that he too would remain on board.

"That's so cool!" Luffy then said with bright eyes, starting to jump on the spot. "I wanna see the ghosts!"

"If Luffy goes, i go too" Zoro said.

"I was about to offer to go too, but if there's that idiot of a swordsman then i'll stay here with my beloved Nami" Sanji then said with a grimace.

Zoro gritted his teeth, turning to look at him.

"So much the better, perv cook"

"Say it again if you dare, moss-head!"

While the two were busy bickering as usual, Robin raised a hand.

"I come willingly. In my opinion we can discover something interesting on this island"

"Robin can i come with you?" you continued, standing next to her and the woman smiled at you, nodding.

Don't get it wrong, you loved all of your crewmates, but the two people you had formed the closest relationship with were Luffy and Robin. Robin was like a big sister, almost a mother to you and you had grown very fond of her. From the moment you first joined the crew, she had always tried to make you feel comfortable (I'm sorry but i love her so much she's one of my comfort characters). Luffy on the other hand... Well Luffy was simply Luffy. Luffy was the one who had welcomed you into the crew with open arms without a second thought and his being himself was what was enough to make you fall in love with him.

When Sanji heard your voice, suddenly the argument between him and Zoro disappeared as if by magic and you saw him twirling around with heart-shaped eyes.

"Waah~ if sweet Y/n and beautiful Robin are coming, then i'll come too so i can protect them from the ghosts! Don't worry my ladies, your knight Sanji is here!"

You thanked him with a sheepish smile and Zoro crossed his arms, rolling his eyes.

“How many times do we have to remind you that Y/n is already taken? Tch, you pervert…”

"I'll kill you moss-head!"

///

So it was just the five of you who entered the "haunted" city. The island was abandoned and there wasn't a soul alive, what could have gone wrong?

"Yoo-hoo! Ghosts?! Is anyone here?!" Luffy shouted, cupping his hands around his mouth and looking around.

Sanji kicked him, causing him to fall to the ground.

"Stop screaming like that! You idiot!"

Luffy whined as he rubbed his head and you helped him to his feet, but you didn't say anything to Sanji. It was nothing new that your captain behaved in a childish manner that could get his crewmates into trouble and was scolded for it.

"How about we walk towards the palace?" Zoro then asked. "I believe that we'll find all the answers we seek on this island up there"

You didn't even have time to agree with him before Luffy started running in the direction of the palace with an excited smile.

"Let's gooo!"

And before you could even tell him to wait, he grabbed your hand, dragging you with him, while behind you the other three let out a sigh of exasperation and then they followed you.

Arriving at the foot of the mountain, you raised your head to look at the building above you.

“That's a lot of stairs” you muttered and even though you had no intention of climbing all those steps at all, you knew that with Luffy it was pointless. He would not give you rest until he reached the top.

And after climbing all the steps, you finally arrived at the entrance to the palace. It seemed empty, but its physical appearance did not give the impression of being abandoned at all, like the city.

Suddenly, the lights of the lanterns that decorated the palace all turned on and only in that moment did you realize how the sky, previously clear, was now filled with so many dark clouds that had covered the sun.

“I have a feeling we're not alone” Robin murmured, as around you, a light breeze began to pick up.

Then, a voice.

"WELCOME FOREIGNERS!"

The front doors swung open and a man slowly advanced towards your group.

"It's a pleasure to have guests on our island after so long" the figure said with each step.

Initially you thought you had imagined that voice, but when you saw his face light up under the light of the lanterns, you had the terrible confirmation that unfortunately it was not a hallucination.

Instinctively you approached Luffy and took his hand without saying anything. He turned to look at you, not understanding your sudden behavior, but the voice of the one who had just left the building called his attention.

"Strawhat Luffy, i didn't expect that i would ever meet you in person" the man said opening his arms wide with a fake smile. "Where is the rest of your crew? Why don't you all come to my palace and i'll offer you something to drink?"

Luffy stared at him in silence. Your terrified look and the hand that continued to hold his were making him understand that that guy was not to be trusted at all.

"Tell us who you are first" Zoro said with a firm tone, placing a hand on the handles of his swords. Sanji lit a cigarette instead, looking at him suspiciously.

"Me?" the man asked, turning to look at the swordsman. "Of course, it was rude of me to not introduce myself, you're right. Well i am-"

"Captain Xavier..." you murmured, feeling your heart sink, but your voice was heard by everyone.

It was at that moment that the man noticed your presence, turning towards you and he widened his eyes and then he smiled.

“My dear Y/n~”

Hearing him say your name sent a shiver down your spine.

"Do you know each other?" Sanji asked confused, but neither he nor Zoro noticed Luffy and Robin's surprised looks of realization.

"He... He was... My old captain..." you murmured, looking down at the ground, humiliated.

Put like that, it might seem like a banal and touching moment of reunion between a captain and an old member of his crew. But it wasn't about that at all. The only ones who knew about your past were Robin and Luffy.

Xavier took a step forward towards you and you automatically took one back.

“It's been so long since we've seen each other, my dear” he said with a grin. "All these years i have missed you since the day you left us"

"I-I didn't leave you!" You exclaimed, lifting your head to look at him. "I ran away! Because you were a horrible person!"

Xavier chuckled.

"We're pirates, sweetheart. And pirates aren't good people"

"Yes, they are! Because we are good pirates!" you exclaimed. "We're not horrible and dishonest like you Xavier. We don't kill innocent people!"

You clenched your fist at your side.

“Y-You destroyed my village…” you growled, feeling anger and sadness flood your body in unison. You hadn't felt this way in a long time, but you didn't miss that feeling of agony in your chest at all. "You k-killed my family and... And you took me away, to make me your slave. You are a despicable being, Xavier!"

Sanji and Zoro's eyes widened. Robin looked at you sadly and thought back to the afternoon when you told her everything in front of Sunny's aquarium, with tears in your eyes.

“And so you went to seek refuge among the Strawhats, my dear?” Xavier exclaimed, opening his arms wide with an amused expression. "Led by a skinny brat who thinks he can become the Pirate King! Congratulations, you've really made a big step forward!"

Xavier started laughing loudly and you looked at him with teary eyes. You didn't care how much he insulted you, but you hated how he was making fun of Luffy, he had no idea of his strength.

"My dear little Y/n" the man then said once he stopped laughing "Why don't you leave this bunch of losers and come back to us, mh? We all know that is your true place"

Your eyes widened when you saw him approaching you again, but suddenly Luffy stepped in front of you with a step and he raised his head to look at him.

“Stay away from her” he said menacingly, glaring at him from the shadow of his straw hat.

Xavier remained silent, but then he smirked, not at all intimidated by Luffy's presence.

“Oh my dear Y/n, i see that you are still a weak and naive woman, who cannot stand up for herself” Xavier said calmly, stepping back. "But i have changed..."

Luffy continued to stare at him, gritting his teeth.

"I have become stronger..." the other continued and Zoro slowly began to draw one of his swords.

What he was saying was true. When you were under his command Xavier was already strong and evil, but after all those years he had gotten physically stronger and you could see it clearly given his height, definitely taller than Luffy's, the muscles of his arms and the scars he had gotten all over his body.

"And now i'm even more bloodthirsty than i was before!" he exclaimed with an evil smile, making your blood run cold in your veins at the way he said those words.

Suddenly, Xavier's hands began to turn like smoke and then all that smoke began to spread everywhere. No, it wasn't smoke...

"Is this fog?!" Sanji exclaimed and you noticed that because of the fog you were finding it increasingly difficult to see his body.

The only one you could still see was Luffy because he was right in front of you, so you walked over to him to grab his hand again.

“You know i was lucky enough to have the chance to eat a devil fruit too” Xavier's voice sounded around you and you turned to look at him, but he was completely gone. "I honestly would have preferred a stronger power like fire, but fog also has its advantages"

"Where did he go?!" Zoro exclaimed in the distance.

"I can't see him! And i can't see you either!" Robin then said.

Both you and Luffy continued to turn your heads, trying to spot him, but it was impossible now. He had completely merged with the fog, he could have been anywhere, he could have run away.

Until you suddenly heard his voice right next to your ear.

"For example i can do this"

Your eyes widened.

“Luff-hmph!”

You opened your mouth to call out to Luffy, but a hand covered your lips and you were dragged backwards, your hand releasing Luffy's, taken aback.

“Y/n!”

In a split second you saw Luffy suddenly turn towards you and then his body disappeared into the fog, along with the ones of your crewmates.

"Y/n! Y/n answer me! Where are you!?" Luffy continued to scream your name through the fog, while Zoro, Sanji and Robin tried to reunite with him.

"What happened?!" -Sanji

"Luffy what do we do?" -Zoro

Suddenly the fog began to clear and Luffy and the others widened their eyes when they saw that they had just been surrounded by an army of armed men.

"Damn! Where do all these guys come from?" Zoro asked, drawing his second sword.

"Luffy!"

Luffy whirled around when he heard your voice shouting his name and his and the others' eyes widened when they saw Xavier standing behind his men, holding your body in one hand.

"You bastard! Let her go!" Luffy shouted and without hesitation you saw him leap with a jump over all the pirates and towards you.

Xavier smirked and dodged him without any problems, then he threw a punch from behind that sent him crashing face first to the ground.

"Luffy!" You exclaimed again, scared for him.

Luffy raised his head to look at Xavier and the man tightened his hand around your body, making you whimper in pain.

"If you want her back, come and get her, Strawhat" he said and after creating another wall of fog he disappeared into the middle of it, taking you with him.

At that moment, all the pirates started to attack Luffy and the others, but before they could even take a step towards him, Luffy knocked them all out in a matter of seconds thanks to the power of haki.

"Well that was easy, wasn't it?" Zoro asked.

Then all the doors and windows of the palace opened, accompanied by a multitude of voices that were getting closer or closer. Luffy and the others realized that unfortunately the enemies were much more of the first ones.

"They're everywhere!" Robin said looking around, noticing pirates coming up the stairs and exiting the building as if they were ants.

"Guys! You cover me!" Luffy said as he adjusted his hat on his head. "I'm going to Xavier!"

"Leave it to us!" Zoro said with a smile.

“Make that bastard pay for hurting sweet Y/n!” Sanji continued, placing the cigarette between his lips and then kicking in the face the first pirate who dared to approach him.

Luffy began to run towards the entrance doors of the palace, defeating all the enemies who came in his path with punches and kicks.

"Get out of the way!" he shouted. "Y/n! I'm coming!"

From the highest room of the palace, you heard the shouts and clash of weapons of Xavier's men fighting against your friends and Luffy. But they would have made it. Right?

“Are you doubting them?” a voice asked from behind you. “Do you think your own crewmates won't make it?”

"No... My friends are strong"

“Stronger than you my dear, that's for sure” Xavier said with a chuckle that you ignored. By now you were used to his insults and the fact that he treated you as if you were worthless. "But do you really think that your captain is stronger than me?"

You slowly turned to look at Xavier with a murderous glare.

"I don't think so. I know that Luffy is stronger than you. And you will be another of the many people he's going to defeat before becoming the King Of The Pirates"

Xavier's smile slowly disappeared from his lips. He gritted his teeth and moved closer to you and before you could react, he punched you in the cheek, sending your body against the wall.

“You really are a pathetic woman, you haven't changed at all” the man said, tightening his hand around your body again and you squeezed your eyes shut in pain. “Do you know what i want right now Y/n? I want to kill your captain. And that's exactly what i'm going to do: his death will be the last thing you will see before you return with me to my ship as my slave. And i will make you regret to have escaped, believe me"

"XAVIERRR!"

Suddenly, the door broke into a thousand pieces and Luffy appeared inside the room, panting.

“L-Luffy…” you murmured with a smile.

Xavier composed himself and stood up, still holding your body in one hand.

Luffy clenched his fists when he saw your bloody mouth from Xavier's punch.

"Let her go. Now"

Xavier looked at him emotionlessly, as if he didn't care. Because that's exactly how it was.

"And if i don't?" he mockingly retorted.

Xavier tightened his grip around your body and you groaned in pain, coughing up blood as Luffy opened his eyes and gritted his teeth angrily. The man noticed Luffy's behavior, he was far too protective of you to just be your captain.

“Tell me Strawhat” Xavier then continued, loosening his grip on your body and you started breathing again. "Is she your woman?"

You weakly raised your head to look the man in the eyes with determination, despite your injuries.

"I-I'm not..."

"She's nobody's woman" Luffy continued, taking a step forward. "But if someone hurts her or my crewmates, you know what happens to them, right?"

Luffy cracked his knuckles, feeling the fury and adrenaline coursing through his veins.

"I will defeat you Xavier. I will become the King Of The Pirates. But above all: Y/n will never be your slave again. You'll have to walk over my dead body before i let you take her away!"

You looked at Luffy with bright, shiny eyes.

"Luffy..."

Xavier grinned, as Luffy got into a fighting stance.

“Good” he said, lifting the hand that was gripping your body. "Bring it on then"

Xavier threw your body backwards, out the window, so he could focus on Luffy and you let out a scream, followed by Luffy yelling your name. You hit the ground, rolling a few feet, as you heard Xavier's evil laughter echoing from the building.

“Y/n!”

Your head throbbed and you slowly tried to sit up, until suddenly you saw Luffy's worried face appear before your eyes.

"Are you okay??" He asked frantically, placing his hands on your shoulders and shaking you lightly. "Oi! Answer me!"

"Strawhat!" Xavier's voice boomed from behind him. “You can't allow to let your guard down for her!”

Only then did you notice the light layer of fog that was slowly enveloping your bodies and your eyes widened when you saw a figure suddenly appear behind Luffy.

"Luffy watch out!"

Xavier tried to attack him and Luffy managed to block his punch by hardening his arm with haki, shielding you with his body.

"Why do you keep to protect her?" Xavier asked, trying to push his fist forward. "She's weak. She's just a dead weight! You can never be the Pirate King as long as you have someone like her in your crew! Don't you understand that?"

Luffy gritted his teeth.

"S-Shut up!" if his gaze had been capable of killing someone, Xavier would have died at that moment. "You know nothing about her!"

Luffy managed to push him away and Xavier was thrown backwards, back into the palace, but he knew he wouldn't last long.

"He's right..."

When Luffy heard your voice and turned to look at you, he saw you with your head bowed and shoulders shaking.

"I-I'm too weak. Someone like me doesn't deserve to stay in your crew, Luffy" you murmured as you clenched a fist on top of your thigh. "You're just wasting your time worrying about me, you'll never be able to make your dream come true. F-Forgive me... Forgive me Luffy, you don't deserve this..."

You closed your eyes and began to sob, not noticing Luffy's serious gaze fixed on your face. At that exact moment, the image of another you crying out loud just like you were doing now crossed his mind, when during a moment of intimacy between the both of you, you had found the courage to reveal your past to him. Luffy may have been a childish and forgetful boy, but if there was one thing he would never forget, that was your face of that day, with red eyes and cheeks covered in tears. And he knew Xavier deserved a punishment for everything he did to you.

Luffy took off his strawhat and placed it on your hair. You raised your head to look at him.

"L-Luffy?"

“You're not weak” he said, looking you straight in the eyes. "If you are in my crew, it's because i know that you are strong. And as your captain, i forbid you to believe Xavier's words, do you understand me?"

The seriousness of his words and the determination in his eyes with which he was looking at you were making your heart beat faster.

“And then…” he said and he flashed you a smile. "As long as i'm here, you know you can always count on me. I told you, don't you remember?"

Your eyes widened and you remembered the words Robin told you that time at the aquarium.

“We are a family, Y/n. We always help each other in times of need. You don't have to be afraid to ask for help”

"R-Really?" you sobbed as you looked at Robin and she smiled thoughtfully at you, nodding.

"We all did it. And with Luffy as our captain, we know he'll always do anything to protect us"

And then, you thought back to Luffy's words.

“As long as you are with me, you will never have to be afraid again. I will always protect you, no matter what. It's a promise”

“It's a promise, Y/n”

Hearing Luffy say those words again you couldn't help but cry again, but this time from emotion. He didn't care about your weaknesses, on the contrary, he knew that you had a potential in you that, thanks to Xavier, you had never had the courage to show. But now you had confirmation of where you really belonged and that was with Luffy. He and the others were your new home, your new family.

“T-Thank you Luffy,” you said, your trembling lips lifting into a smile. "Thank you so much!"

Luffy chuckled lightly.

"Shishishi! Come on, don't cry Y/n!" he said reaching a hand towards your face to wipe the tears from your cheeks in a somewhat goofy way and you closed your eyes with a sniff, letting out a giggle.

Next you saw him stand up.

"Now i want you to stay here and wait for me while i deal with that guy. Okay?" he said, jerking his thumb at Xavier in the distance behind him. "I'll be right back. And take care of my hat!"

Those were the last words he said to you before throwing himself headfirst into Xavier and you smiled as you watched him go, clutching your hands to your chest.

"I will"

///

When Nami saw you all returning aboard the Sunny, she and Usopp were the first to run towards you, worried.

"What happened?! We heard bangs and screams!"

"Are you all alright!?"

Then Franky, Brook and Chopper also joined and the latter let out a scared cry when he saw you sitting on Luffy's back (he and Sanji had argued about carrying you since you were injured, but in the end Sanji gave up).

“Y/n!”

You flashed him a weak grin, climbing down from Luffy's body for him to have a look, but you waved a hand nonchalantly, not wanting to worry him too much.

"Don't worry about me, Chopper. I'm fine, really"

The reindeer didn't seem too convinced by your words, but when he saw you leaning against Luffy's side with a tired smile, he decided to let it go.

"So what did you find out? Who did you fight?" Franky asked curiously.

Luffy fixed his hat on his head and hugging your body against his he tilted his head so he could rest it on yours, rubbing his cheek against your hair affectionately.

“Oh no one important, shishishi!” he exclaimed with an innocent smile and the others looked at him in confusion.

From behind Zoro, Robin gave you a knowing look and a smile which you silently returned, before clasping Luffy's hand in yours.

The past was behind you. Your present was with your crew and your beloved captain. That was where you belonged.

///

[ihaznoclue]

Request - Can you do uhhh Tamaki from MHA maybe Bakugo .... sh comfort if not then uhhhh just some normal cute fluff for the gals :333

Pairings -> Tamaki Amajiki, Bakugo Katsuki x Reader

Warnings -> None

Note -> Just some cute fluff | Having a cake food fight

Genre -> Fluff

Tamaki Amajiki

𖤐 It's your birthday today and you and Tamaki wanted to hang out together

𖤐 You just wanted to hang out with Tamaki instead with everyone else

𖤐 This was a perfect time for you and Tamaki and you know that Tamaki wouldn't like too many people being in the one same room as him anways

𖤐 But right now you guys are watching movie and having fun

𖤐 Tamaki has been slowly coming out of his shell and you loved that you were helping him with his anxiety

𖤐 Now you and Tamaki are in front of a cake in a open area

𖤐 You two thought of an idea well mostly you and that Idea was...

𖤐 Cake food fight

𖤐 It was going to be the best cake food fight, well since you never had one but you know that this was going to be fun for the both of you

𖤐 Tamaki lit the single candle on the cake

𖤐 You closed your eyes for a moment making a wish until you blew them out than started to count down

𖤐 Then when you said '3' it was on

𖤐 You two grabbed a hand full of cake and started running after each other and throwing the cake

𖤐 Laughter was heard as you scream and laughed while Tamaki was chasing you until he caught you

𖤐 He gently smeed cake on you then kissed your cake face

𖤐 You two had a very good time and this was the best birthday you ever had with Tamaki

Katuski Bakugo

𖤐 You are at Katsuki mercy

𖤐 It was your bithday and wanted to only spend it with Bakugo has he had many ideas that you two could do on that very special day

𖤐 But when he mentioned a cake food fight, you were soo excited but had to go through the whole day until cake time

𖤐 But when it came to the time when you were having cake and blowing it out

𖤐 You better run

𖤐 Katsuki made the cake himself because he wanted to

𖤐 He carefully lit the candle that was on the big cake, you closing your eyes as you made a wish

𖤐 While Bakugo was getting ready to attack

𖤐 You could sense the smirk on his face as well his muscles tensing up from the hesitation of grabbing the cake

𖤐 Until you blew them out, you guys started

𖤐 You playfully screamed as you both grabbed a piece of cake as He threw it to you

𖤐 Making you laugh as you both ran around

𖤐 You two were covered in cake which made you laugh even more seeing katsuki covered with cake on his face

𖤐 You got some off his cheek as you tasted it

𖤐 "Mmm.. (F/F)"

Bro why does my siblings always have to eat everything bro I just wanted a cookie (つ╥﹏╥)つ

-A<3

[dc-fanfic-sideblog]

affectionate wife anon here!! i loved how you responded,, had me kicking my feet as i read lol

on behalf of everyone we’d loveee to read more on the series you had in mind 🙈 maybe a lil something on the interviews with the villains?

HI HELLO WELCOME BACK!!!!

God I actually have so many ideas affectionate wife anon

To start I keep going back and forth about which versions of the villains to use, because I absolutely adore the Tim Burton versions (and just that whole “aesthetic” of those movies), but

But I want Harley Quinn to be a more sympathetic character, because every time I think about her story I honestly get sad because she was a full like PHD doctorate holding professional. And I want to go through her visual changes from working with/under Joker with the harlequin jester look to when she’s free from him more like the Birds of Prey look

She’s all jokey and flipping around in her cell at the beginning, then she gets more serious about the interviews and she starts whipping out her vocabulary from her old career and its kind of a whiplash moment.

because like you were just talking about a dude with a shark head ripping a man apart what do you mean you're actually self aware and can put words to your mental status AND THE OTHERS

anyways

of course reader gets the special access to the inside of Arkham and interviews the captured villains, BUT once the villains outside hear about the special interviews and the more or less "good" rep they're getting, they start approaching her and asking if she can interview them

like

just goons tracking reader and cornering them only to ask "hey... do you mind if our boss gets an interview with you?" LIKE WHAT DO YOU MEAN CATWOMAN WANTS TO SAY HI

now imagine YOU go up to a villain like Penguin or something and ask "do you wanna get interviewed about your villain costume?"

"Villain costume? I don't know what you're talking about. I run a perfectly respectable business."

"ok then why are you dressed like that."

"..."

i just think its funny

and I'm actually excited about the whole meeting Superman part because then you would get Lois Lane giving you tips about interviewing, specifically with Superman incase you're nervous

AND you meet Clark Kent, which in this version you'd catch on immediately because uhhh yeah reader works with theatre costumes, she's used to seeing people not looking like themselves

and in my mind Clark acts like the 1978 Superman because he's my favorite version. but honestly when the new Superman movie comes out I'm pretty sure he'll affect the way I write him too.

THE WRITING IS COMING BACK TO ME

SO MANY IDEAS

I've missed this thank you so much for asking!!!

I would not have gotten these Ideas out so soon if you didn't!

[jasperxkuromi]

Regressors that are (bodily) older, please interact!

Later 20s, 30s, maybe even older? I would love to hear from you and maybe even your stories if you don't mind sharing!

I want to meet more people like me and also show others that age regression doesn't just suddenly "stop" at a certain age

Some of us:

Didn't discover regressing/didn't understand their involuntary regression until they were older

Wasn't in a safe space mentally and/or physically to be able to regress the way we want to

Didnt "grow out" of regressing. I think a lot of people outside the community assume we will all grow out of wanting to regress at some point. Maybe some of us will, but some of us won't. Regressing can be a safe and healthy coping mechanism, no matter your bodily age!

And probably many other reasons I can't think of at the moment lol

I would love to get to talk to older regressors, or if there are any groups/discords, I would like to know those too :3

I'm gonna talk about my story a little under the cut, but I don't exactly recommend reading it if you are little right now! I am going to be talking about s3xualization of agere and children's media unfortunately.

I started age dreamer/involuntarily regressing when I was in high school without really knowing what it was. I was really into MLP FiM during its height popularity. I watched the show, collected and played with the toys, did coloring books, took my MLP blanket to school ever day. You get the idea.

I discovered regression here in Tumblr, but this was yeeeeaaars ago, like back when nsfw was still allowed. The line between ddlg and agere wasn't as solid as it is now. Or maybe it was just because I was a kid and couldn't understand better? Either way ... i ended up getting wrong ideas of what agere had to be and ended up scaring myself off. I also had adult roleplayers leaving really inappropriate comments on my posts that made me feel icky. I thought agere had to be s3xual and scared myself off.

We also unfortunately probably know the uhhh .. types of fan art that was popular of MLP. And it just ended up making me lose interest in the series. The stuff was everywhere and it was hard to avoid even if you were vigilant.

I never got a real chance to understand what healthy, voluntary regression was. I still was an age dreamer, but most times when I involuntarily regress it is out of extreme stress and it isn't fun or pretty.

I had a lot of bad things that happened to me last year and in turn I am having more health issues. Chronic conditions I already had getting worse, and new ones popping up. My mom (the one who birthed me) has been helping me a bit, but it has still been a lot of playing adult. Making phone calls back and forth, filling out paperwork, figuring out disability leave, paying bills, etc etc. I started age dreaming more and more often to cope with the stress. Like I randomly one day bought a DVD player and sets of Winnie the Pooh and Scooby Doo DVDs lmfao.

I also never stopped collecting stuffed animals and came back to collecting dolls again last year. It helps that I have friends IRL who I don't think are regressors, but still enjoy collecting with me. (my friends don't know yet, but I think they would be accepting if I told them, or they might already assume I regress tbh)

I have kinda had age regression on the back of my mind for several months, but was scared to look back into it. I was scared of going through the same thing I did back in high school. But also denying I am a regressor and that I still need to heal my childhood wounds was getting heavier and heavier on me. I am sooooo thankful I finally felt safe to begin exploring regression again ♥️😁

Side note: while I absolutely don't care if people do ddlg and similar stuff as a kink/fetish, I am thankful that the distinction between that and agere is more distinct now. It is important we protect minors and other vulnerable people from having the same sorts of things that happened to me (or worse) from happening to them.

[hana-a-chattic]

Tsukishima's arc is (kinda) subversive and I need to talk about it!!

Also known as: Tsukkiyama is so everything for me pt 3 (but it's not shipper-y, it's about canon)

Haikyuu!! is definitely a Shōnen Jump series, with great execution of old & gold tropes: the "light" and "darkness" double protagonists, multiple rivalries, training arcs and tournament arcs one after another etc.

But Tsukishima Kei's character arc, specifically, kinda... breaks? and maybe even makes fun of the classics? (Which, if it is- very fitting for Tsukishima, huh)

You're probably familiar with "talk no jutsu" meme.

In case you're not - it comes from the prequel to absolute banger series Boruto (I know this joke is overused. I like it, leave me alone), which involved its main character resolving so. many. troubled characters' arcs by leading them to light with his mid-battle speeches about hardships and hope and friends and trust, that people couldn't help but meme it.

However, Naruto is indeed one of generation-defining sort of series, and as overused as it may be, this plot point creates many a powerful, emotional moments.

Haikyuu!!, of course, also does this. Having Hinata first blindly (literally and figuratively) trusting Kageyama, then (also literally and figuratively) grabbing Yachi's hand to help her take a step forward. Oh, also giving Asahi a thing or two to think about? All that jazz.

And I, personally, fully expected this to happen with Tsukishima. When the time comes, it will be mostly left to Hinata to hear his sad backstory out, and maybe be nice about it, and then – Idk, annoy him into character development? This is shōnen, he's the "I can show you the world~" hero, that's just how it is, right?

Wrong.

We get the tense lead up. We get the flashback. We get the "Can ye help him, o protag-kun?" scene with Yamaguchi. And Hinata goes, basically:

Uhhh... seems kinda like a you problem? 🤨

(Off-topic, but I l-o-v-e this as a Hinata character moment, too. This was maybe when I started kinda liking him: realising how actually emotionally mature he is? The dude knows when it's not his time to get into someone else's mess, he sees the "do not enter" sign and is chill about it. I'm so sad this part of him gets overlooked so often)

The dialogue here is very simple, but very significant:

"Hinata, what would you say to Tsukki? Like you did to Kageyama and Yachi"

<...> "What would you say to Tsukishima, Yamaguchi?"

This is where my theory that this is a little jab comes in - because in meta way, you can read this as, wouldn't it make more sense if the person he's connected to the most would be the one doing the talking? Not the random passerby protagonist like y'all like to do. But maybe I'm just weird.

Even without any sort of meta reading though, this is still a great character writing.

Because yeah, why would Hinata talk to the guy? They don't even like each other. Hinata says it as it is: I have no idea what his deal is, there's nothing for me to say.

They're also very different people, and whatever Hinata would say, honestly, is likely to not even resonate with Tsukishima.

And that's not even accounting for the fact that Tsukishima might not listen to Hinata, at all. With all his defensive walls that Hinata is never shown to be invited inside or breaking through.

But it's told to us ahead of this with visual language that Yamaguchi is.

Yes, I am talking about the headphones off while they walk together despite both being silent scene. Which seems a pretty obvious showcase of Kei's willingness to listen, if not him actually waiting for Yamaguchi to say what's on his mind.

And- of course it's him! If there's anyone there Tsukishima might allow himself to not build a front for, that would be the childhood friend who's known him since elementary school. Who knows him inside and out. Who knows why he's like this. With anyone else, it would be so easy to brush them off by a simple "You don't know what you're talking about, why do you even care".

But... Yamaguchi knows. And Yamaguchi cares. Because that's his best friend.

And Yamaguchi is the one person Tsukishima never just brushes off, actually, if you pay attention.

It had to be Hinata.

But in Haikyuu!!, it had to be Yamaguchi.

To get Tsukishima Kei moving, it had to be his caring, supportive, strong-willed but not pushy, and very, very cool best friend.

P.S. For ppl who wanna say this type of rule-breaking isn't that uncommon nowadays, please also note Haikyuu!! did this in 2014, ie 10+ yrs ago.

[darkersolstice]

Right, going back to what I was saying about food as a theme, this feels a little like a thesis statement for, if not the series as a whole, the character of Umemiya Hajime. And I want to chew on that idea.

And the rest of the post under the cut has spoilers for Noroshi arc and beyond in the manga.

(Which really does draw an interesting circle around what Sakura did in the Noroshi arc that Umemiya failed to, doesn't it? Because he did break bread with his rivals in the Shishitoren arc after declaring them friends, but he didn't think to lean on them for actual aid, and I have other thoughts about that which I am struggling to word in a way that doesn't show what fandoms formed my worldview as a teenager. But that's a digression.)

What do Suzuri, Umemiya and Choji Togame have in common? They literally work to feed their people. Togame, we're seeing do so in the latest chapters released of the manga, helping out with the festival booths. Umemiya with his garden, showing the nurturing side he really wants to lean into. Suzuri, when he gets a job to help the rest of his gang? He becomes a chef. He puts food on the table, quite literally.

(There's something to be said here about how Choji does not fill the role of provider. He may be the strongest fighter, but he is not a leader who feeds his people. Nor, from what we see, is anyone in KEEL in that role, for obvious reasons.)

I am too fucking Jewish to draw the line to Communion and Breaking Bread, but I can play etymology games about community and commonality and communism and communes. Talking with fists is communicating, but so is sharing a meal.

"Truth, Justice, Freedom, Reasonably Priced Love, and a Hard-Boiled Egg!"

Yes, I realize that egg is soft boiled, it looks jammy and gorgeous as fuck, but. This too is Umemiya explaining his thesis.

Which really makes one wonder how many meals Sakura has eaten alone in his time, doesn't it? Hell, one of the signs he's Fucked Up is that he seems to struggle with a spoon while eating egg congee. And then there's this moment, which is passed over so delicately as a joke:

@hahahafangirl mentioned something about how in a particular instance, Suo didn't need to deflect because the narrative did it for him. The same thing is happening here. A 15 year-old Japanese kid who's never had a Ramune is kind of like an American who's never had a juicebox. That's Fucking Bonkers, that shows there's been some Weird Shit that happened somewhere along the line.

And yet, the moment is brushed past so simply to move to talking about Togame's hair and the upcoming conflict. We don't dwell on what is kinda a blatant red flag, one of many building up regarding Sakura's home life.

Uhhh, I don't know how to conclude this, but I hope the fandom eats well.

Next time, perhaps more Suoposting, or examination of the idea of being a Real Monster, or maybe something about using names? I don't know yet. Maybe I will really swing a hammer at a hornets nest and talk about That Choice in the Noroshi Arc.