#and 2 of the times i Am counting are just silly drawings so. hm

[justewil]

2/4 of the times i've drawn hershel he's wearing a dress .what does this mean

[licorice-tea]

Could I Be Loved By You? Pt. 2

Pairing: Monkey D. Luffy x reader, Usopp x reader, Nami x reader (separate)

Content: some suggestive jokes in usopp’s part, just general silliness besides that!

Word Count: 0.9k (total)

A/N: first time writing for all three of these characters- say whatttt! usopp’s part is my fave, but i love all of them!!! also if you check my master list for more content or anything, just know that im working on making it looks more aesthetically pleasing (it’s a mess right now😓) anyway thanks for reading and enjoy <3

Part 1

What happens when you ask them; “Do you think we’re together in every universe?”

Nami - 0.2k

With a singsongy voice, you announce your presence to Nami. “Babe!”

“Y/n!” She responds in a similar cadence. However, she doesn’t look up from drawing her map.

You round her desk so that you’re standing behind it, and she finishes off a line before setting down her pen. “What’s up?”

“I have a question for you.”

“Mhm…?”

“Ok. Don’t laugh.”

“I won’t laugh at you, babe.” Well, she might, but only out of endearment.

“So… Um, do you think that we would be together in every universe?”

Her lips, once pressed together in a resting expression, curve upwards. The shake of her shoulders is an unmistakable sign of held back laughter, which is only solidified by her hand covering her mouth.

“Hey! You said you wouldn’t laugh!” But in all fairness, you’re smiling too. It’s a silly sort of question.

“I’m not, I’m not!” She defends herself through giggles, then clears her throat.

“So, do you think so or not?”

Nami taps her chin with a smirk. “Yes. Yes I do.” The faintest blush colors her cheeks, though she’s much too proud to ever admit to being flustered by the idea. To think; you want to be with her just as badly as she does you, in any every lifetime or world where the two of you coexist. It’s enough to make even her swoon.

“Awww, so you do love me!” You tease. Your next course of action is to run out the door before she can (lovingly) hurl a book at you.

Monkey D. Luffy - 0.3k

You and Luffy are the last crewmates left at the table. Neither of you were late to dinner, nor were you ever. No, you had arrived to the dining room on time (even a little early), but he is still on his 3rd main course. Meanwhile, you are a slow eater. It’s no bother, though; you’d take almost any opportunity to spend time alone with Luffy.

With a soft smile, you tilt your head as you watch your boyfriend and captain stuff his face.

He pauses, noticing your staring. “What? Something on my face?” He licks his lips.

You shake your head. “I was just thinking.”

“Oh, ‘bout what?”

“Do you think we’re like this in every universe?”

“Like what? Still hungry? I know I am!”

“No,” you giggle, “I mean like… in love. A couple.”

This time, Luffy is the one to giggle at your curiosity. “What a weird question, y/n.” He cracks his blinding grin at you. “Of course we are.”

Luffy proceeds to stretch one arm around the back of your chair and pulls it closer to his. The proximity allows you to lay your head on his shoulder, and now everything feels right with the world…

Still, the “what if” scenario runs rampant in your imagination. “But if there is a world where we aren’t-“

“Just means we haven’t met yet.”

“… Hm. I guess you’re right.”

“Yeah, and I found you this time, right? So, I always will.” He says it all like it’s some simple, known truth. As if there are no doubts in his mind- nor should there be in yours- that you’re meant to be together. It’s not surprising though, given Luffy’s view on his own destiny. Naturally, yours is part of his, and vice versa.

With a simper, you swipe your thumb over the corner of his lips to brush away a crumb. “Or maybe I’ll find you.”

Usopp - 0.4k

You and Usopp like to play this sort of game where you ask each other questions. Sometimes they’re deep and introspective, others silly and random. It’s not really a game, per say, but… Well, it’s a fun little thing for when you’ve exhausted other topics of conversation or both of you are bored of other, cleverer topics.

“Ok, favorite temperature?”

“Favorite temperature? That's so specific!”

He chuckles. “Thats the point, baby.”

You hum in agreement before responding. “True… 74 degrees.”

“Celsius, or fahrenheit?”

“…Usopp.” You deadpan. “74 degree celsius would be, like…”

“Around 165 degrees fahrenheit.” He grins proudly. How some people, such as your boyfriend, are such naturals at mental math, you would never understand.

“Hmph… if you say so. But, yeah, why would I say my favorite temperature is 165 degrees fahrenheit?”

Usopp shrugs, “I wouldn’t put it past you; I know you like things hot.”

You’re too caught up in the way he leans toward you teasingly to notice his arms snaking around your waist. Without warning, he pulls you close to his chest. You shriek as Usopp spins you around, but your arms remain looped around his shoulders even after he sets you down.

“That was a dirty trick.”

“I think you enjoyed it.”

And you did, so you just smile and accept defeat. It’s your turn to ask a question now. “Do you think we’d be together in every universe?”

His smile falters. “I… Well, I don’t know.”

“…Oh.”

“I want to be, of course, I just…”

“Just what?”

“You have so many choices, y/n. Who’s to say you’d always choose me? I definitely wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t, in this hypothetical alternate-“

Your lips stop his from moving with a forceful kiss. They linger there, just for a few moments, before you pull back less than an inch away. “Don’t talk like that.”

“Sorry.”

“And don’t apologize. I’d always choose you, Usopp, no matter what.”

His confidence grows back, along with his smile. “Then yes,” Usopp places another small peck to your lips and pulls away to gauge your reaction, “I think we would be together in every universe.”

Your eyes seem to shine with some emotion that could only be described as love. “Just what I wanted to hear.”

[softiem]

you used to paint his skies (pt. 2)

pairing: Bokuto Koutarou x GN!Reader

overview: The one in which Bokuto is still swearing up and down that he loves you, but the nagging feeling in your chest is too strong to ignore.

word count: ~4.3k

content warnings: mentions of cheating, swearing, MSBY!Bokuto, mildly suggestive scene at the end (no nsfw), our baby Bokuto kind of loses it at the end, don’t let the fluffy interludes deceive you again

notes: I’M SO SORRY FOR LITERALLY BEING DEAD FOR 6 MONTHS,,, Here’s the second part to “you used to paint his skies” :D (I think this is better than part one — at least I hope so). Some people asked to be tagged for this second part, so those will be below. Thank you for reading, darlings ʕ ´•̥̥̥ ᴥ•̥̥̥`ʔ <333

part one.

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“Baby?”

Faint sniffles came from Bokuto, whose head was currently nestled on your lap, the two of you strewn across the sofa. His arms were wrapped tight around your waist, as if he were afraid that holding you any looser would cause you to disappear from his arms. His voice was quiet, meek — nothing like the loud, boisterous ball of energy you’d grown to adore, to cherish.

To fall in love with.

Now, here the both of you were, a pile of cracked and fragmented pieces of the love you once shared, desperately grasping at whatever you could salvage from the mess.

You hummed a response.

“Are we gonna be okay?” Bokuto turned his head, his eyes staring up at you — wide, teary, and filled with a broken sense of hope.

In an attempt to avoid breaking down a third time, you cleared your throat. You still couldn’t look down at him, into his eyes that seemed to praise your very existence, even after the pain you caused.

“Please.” His voice cracked.

“Let’s not talk about that right now, Kou-Bokuto.”

He bit his lip roughly, enough to bite into the skin and draw a slight trace of blood. Choking on a weak sob, he nestled his head into your stomach once more. He couldn’t stop you from calling him that name anymore; he’d lost that privilege.

What could he have been asking for? For you to simply just call him your Koutarou again? For you not to leave him and stay in his arms? For you to kiss him and wipe those tears running from his pretty eyes as you tell him you’ll love him forever, no matter what?

Quite honestly, Bokuto didn’t know what he was asking of you; he didn’t know what he wanted from you.

The only thing running through his mind was the fact that he’d just ruined the best thing to ever happen to him.

You.

You, the love of his life. He knew you like the back of his hand.

He knew how, despite your small tendency to be romantically constipated, you tried your best to love him — even to the point of using stupidly cheesy pet names for each other.

– – – – –

“Please, baby!” Bokuto had your hands tightly grasped in his. “I swear, if you do this for me, I won’t ever ask you for anything else for the rest of my life — okay, that’s a lie because I really want ice cream after this, but you know what I mean!”

“Kou.” You drew in a breath. “I’m saying yes to the ice cream later, but those are the cheesiest pet names I have ever heard of.”

You saw the way Bokuto visibly deflated as he heard your soft rejection of his idea.

For the rest of the night (after stopping by the store and getting yourselves two tubs of ice cream, of course), the two of you sat cuddled up on the sofa half-paying attention to whatever B-list movie was recommended to you. Occasionally, you would hear Bokuto let out a deep sigh, most likely to try and guilt trip you into doing what he asked of you earlier.

Turning your head to face him, you grinned at the little pout on his lips as his eyes bore holes into the TV screen.

“Hey, Kou.”

Nothing. His attention stayed glued to the TV. The only sign that showed he’d heard you was the deepening of his pout.

“Koutaro, pretty boy. I’m talking to you,” you giggled.

Still nothing. You racked your brain for all of the possible ways this could end — every one of them resulted in the same thing.

Sighing, you brought up a finger to poke at his cheek. “Hey, dovey.”

If Bokuto were a dog, his ears would have stood straight up and his tail would have started wagging as he whipped his head around to look at you.

“Say that again,” he demanded, his eyes wide and sparkling and the corner of his lips twitching, just barely restraining a smile.

When you didn’t reply, his fingers prodded at your side — a promise to tickle you if you didn’t humour him right now.

“Say it again! Who am I?”

“You’re my dovey.”

“And who are you?”

You struggled to fight the urge to curl up into yourself as you answered him, “I’m your lovey.”

“And what are we together?” Bokuto brought his face closer to yours, his eyes going back and forth between your eyes and lips.

“We’re lovey dovey.” You completed it with a pair of awkward jazz hands.

With that, Bokuto’s face split into a blinding smile as his laughter rang through the living room. He brought you tight into his arms and buried his face into the crook of your neck.

“Yes! I knew you could do it, lovey!” Your cheeks grew warm as you were subjected to his rain of kisses on your face. 

Pulling him in for one last kiss to your lips, you whispered, “I love you so much, Kou.”

– – – – –

He knew how he was always the first thing on your mind; you’d put him as your first priority without fail, no matter how busy you were, even when he hadn’t put you as his.

– – – – –

Bokuto stared up at the crisp, white ceiling — hospitals were never a fun place to be in. He was broken from his thoughts when the door to his room burst open, revealing you in your ever-ethereal work clothes rushing toward him.

“Babe! Are you alright?” Stopping at the side of his bed, you brought his hand up to place a kiss on his knuckles.

Bokuto let out a light laugh as he intertwined his fingers with yours. “Yeah, it’s just a sprained ankle. Nothing to worry about, honey.”

“What do you mean ‘nothing to worry about’? Your coach said that you’d have to be out for two weeks!”

“That’s not too much! It’s not like I’ll be missing the whole season, angel.”

“But, Kou, you also have to–”

Bokuto stopped your worried rambling as he pulled you down, giving you a soft kiss on your lips and cheeks. He gave you a smile.

“Stop worrying, baby! Everything will be fine because I have the cutest, smartest, and kindest nurse to help me recover, right?”

“And who’s that?” You sent him a teasing look as your hands shuffled through your pockets looking for your phone.

“You, silly!” He paused before staring up at you in concern. “You are going to take care of me, right, baby?”

“I don’t know about that, Kou. Work has been hectic lately.” You pulled out your phone.

“But I’m injured! And I’m your boyfriend too! You can’t just leave your injured boyfriend alone to fend for himself! Baby!” Walking away from his bed, you exited the hospital room, tapping away on your phone.

A few minutes passed before you returned, seeing Bokuto sulking in the hospital bed, a familiar pout on his lips.

Your eyes softened as you gave him a smile. “Guess who just got two weeks off?”

– – – – –

The foundation of your relationship was built upon the fact that the two of you knew each other like no other; you loved each other like no other.

So how had everything culminated into such a mess?

“Bokuto.” You felt the way his body stiffened as you called his name.

“Yes,” he hesitated, “honey?”

“Do you remember what I told you a couple years ago? About what I thought of love?”

Feeling a prickling sensation in his nose, Bokuto squeezed his eyes shut, forcing out a few tears that had collected on his eyelashes.

His voice came out hoarse and weak as he whispered, “I could never forget.”

– – – – –

The sky was enveloped in a cloak of darkness, but not even the onslaught of exhaustion could prevent the two of you from leaning back on the picnic blanket to stare up at the shimmering stars.

“Baby?” Bokuto turned his head to where you lay beside him. You hummed in response, half of your attention taken by the stars.

“What do you think about love?”

You raised an eyebrow, rolling onto your side to fully look at your boyfriend.

The moonlight casted harsh shadows on his face, but the way he looked at you — eyes sparkling with curiosity and the corners of his lips curled into a light smile — softened the darkness surrounding the two of you.

“Where did that question come from?” You raised a hand to lightly trace over the curves and slopes of his face; your thumb caressed his cheek as he leaned into your touch.

“Answer my question first, and then I’ll tell you.” His eyes turned into little crescent moons as he smiled at you. “Deal?”

You pretended to think about it for a few seconds. “Hm, three kisses please,” you said, wiggling three of your fingers.

Bokuto laughed, indulging you with a kiss to both of your cheeks and a final kiss to your lips.

“Okay, okay,” you giggled. “You asked me what I think about love?”

He nodded.

“Well,” you sighed, turning back to face the midnight sky above you, “I think that love is like the sky — the sun, to be specific. It’s always changing, and everything is so unpredictable about it. There’s so much potential for destruction in what the sky holds. But, there’s always one constant. Do you know what it is, Kou?” You looked at him.

“What is it, angel?” His golden eyes glimmered, as if they were holding stars themselves.

Adjusting your position on the picnic blanket (you curled closer into Bokuto, who wrapped an arm around your shoulders), you continued, “It’s the sun. No matter how much it rains or snows or whatever weather catastrophe is happening, the sun is always going to be there. Sure, you can have multiple suns like those Star Wars planets, but…” you trailed off, looking into his eyes. “... I think I’m happy with my one sunshine.”

Bokuto, ever the romantic, pulled you into a nearly-bone-crushing hug as he laughed into your shoulder. After peppering kisses to your neck and jaw, he pulled away to look at you. He sported the brightest smile, but something sparkled behind those eyes of his.

“Baby?”

“Yeah?”

“I think you’re getting cheesier than me.”

You groaned, leaning away from him, “Shut up, Kou!”

He giggled before placing a gentle kiss on your lips.

“Now let’s get home before these mosquitoes eat us alive, honey.”

“And then you’ll tell me where you got that question from?”

“Of course, honey! I never break a deal!”

– – – – –

How could he forget what you said? Every word you’ve ever spoken to him, he’s grasped onto like a lifeline, as if they would be your last. He was so close to bursting — so close to pulling himself off of your lap, looking into your pretty eyes, grasping your shoulders, and yelling at you, screaming at you, asking why you would think he could ever forget anything about you. How dare you think he could ever forget anything about you?

But he couldn’t do that. Not to you. Not anymore.

He didn’t realise that you’d gone silent — his world had gone silent — until your sniffles broke his reverie. His arms tightened around your waist as his head nuzzled into your stomach once again; it was a broken act of comfort.

“Honey,” the edges of his voice cracked as he called out for you. “Talk to me. Please. Don’t… don’t stay quiet.”

Being met with another bout of silence was almost excruciating. Bokuto was struggling to keep himself together, to keep his head above the water before he drowned in his thoughts of losing you.

He launched himself up from your lap, grabbing your face with shaky hands. He had tears running down his face once again. His face was blotchy, and his hair was a mess. He was a mess.

“Please, lovey,” he whispered. If you stayed silent just one minute longer, he’d collapse. He was sure of it. Fighting the urge to just sit himself in your lap, pull you tight against him, and beg you not to leave, Bokuto settled with caressing the skin under your shirt.

Finally, you broke the silence.

“I forgot to tell you one thing that night.” You moved your hand from where it was resting in his hair back to your side; he tensed at the loss of your touch.

He swallowed, his anxiety began to pile up once again. “What’d you forget, baby?”

“Even though the sun” — your voice cracked — “is a constant, sometimes it can be too much. Burn too bright and dry up everything underneath the sky. Sometimes...” you paused to take a deep breath, trying to swallow back the lump that was growing in your throat. “Sometimes the sun can do even worse harm than anything the sky could do.”

Bokuto could feel the gradual increase of his heartbeat. He shook his head, his fingers involuntarily digging into your skin. No, no, you didn’t mean that. You couldn’t mean that. If you did he… he didn’t know what he would do.

“I’m sorry, Bokuto,” you murmured, “I can’t stay here any longer.”

You tried to pry yourself out of his grip, but he wouldn’t relent. His arms were shaking as he pulled you even closer into him. He was whispering something to himself.

“Bokuto, I’m being serious.” You tried to keep your voice stable but failed miserably — it all came out shaky, your tone uneven. “Let me go.”

His whispers grew louder until you could finally understand what he was saying.

“No, no. This isn’t real. I love you. I love you. No, don’t leave. Please don’t leave. I love you.”

You called his name. Once, twice, thrice. As you called for him, his whispers grew to full-blown cries.

“Bokuto!”

“I’M SORRY DON’T LEAVE ME!”

But the only thing your eyes chose to focus on was the trail of red and purple leading down his neck.

You felt a prickling sensation behind your eyes, a feeling that had grown familiar to you in the past few hours.

Bokuto caught the wandering of your eyes down his neck, a faraway mist muddled the irises he loved gazing into; he realised what you were staring at, forcing down a choked sob. He clenched his jaw, violently cursing himself for making you feel like you weren’t enough, like you weren’t the one keeping him standing straight.

Like you weren’t his sun, moon, stars, and whatever else you filled the fucking sky with.

He gently moved your head, trying to get you to look back into his eyes and away from the bruised mistake that marred his skin. His thoughts only filled with one thing — “Come back to me, baby.”

Waves of relief crashed against him once you met his eyes.

“Baby– Angel– I’m so– I don’t– Please–” Bokuto struggled to keep his thoughts straight. Not when you stared at him with an iciness that pierced his heart every time he looked back into your eyes, hoping to find even the smallest trace of love left for him.

He let out a rough sigh, frustrated with his inability to speak through the racing of his heart. His hands, still cupping your face, lightly squeezed your cheeks to ground himself. He looked back to you, his eyes swimming with even more tears, trying to send a message to you that he couldn’t put into words.

You looked away from him, focusing on the ticking clock on the wall as you gnawed your lip. A question had been running through your mind ever since he cracked into your resolve to leave and pulled you to the sofa, laying his head in your lap.

Your eyes turned back to him.

“Can you tell me something, Bokuto?”

“Yes, yes, baby, of course. I’ll do anything you want.” He eagerly nodded, a small spark of hope sparkled within him.

“Why’d you lie?”

He felt as though you just dumped him into one of Atsumu’s god-awful ice baths.

“What’re you saying, angel?” His eyebrows furrowed. “I’ve never lied to you.”

“Earlier,” you croaked. “I asked you earlier how long you’ve been” — you couldn’t say that word; it’d hurt too much — “messing around.”

A glint of recognition passed his eyes.

Continuing, you forced your voice out, even though it grew weaker the more you tried to hide your pain, “You said that it was just this once. That wasn’t the whole truth, was it?”

Fuck. Bokuto took his hands away from your face, opting to grasp one of your hands in his. He gave your knuckles a kiss before looking back at you, his eyes teeming with unadulterated guilt and desperation.

“I-I knew them before this ever happened. We met at one of the team parties, but you weren’t there because you were at work.” He saw a glimpse of darkness shadow over your face, and his heartbeat picked up again (not that it ever really settled). “But we never did anything! Not until last night, at least.” His voice grew quiet at the end.

“And never once did it occur to you to tell them that you were taken?”

Bokuto’s lips started trembling — no doubt he’d begin crying again. He looked down, trying to avoid your glare, but his grip on your hand never loosened.

“Please, baby. I’m so sorry,” he choked out, “I’m so fucking sorry. I fucked up in the worst way possible. But I promise you, I never did anything with them before. We just talked at that one party. I promise you that. I promise, honey.”

The look in your eyes became even colder, even more distant; something akin to hatred was present as well. No, this couldn’t be happening. His worst nightmare was coming true. You’d finally learned the truth and were going to leave him. You might have called him your sunshine that one night two years ago, but, to him, you were his oxygen — without you, he was truly nothing. Just a corpse of a man, not worth wasting a breath on.

He was losing you. Again.

“I’m leaving, Bokuto.” You roughly pulled your hand from his grasp, ignoring his cries for you to please stop, to listen for just a minute longer. “Don’t you dare try to look for me.”

Bokuto whimpered, following you to where you were trying to pick up your bags in your haste of anger. Once again, he tugged at the straps, trying to steal them away from you, but his arms grew weak at the scowl pointed his way.

His breath quickened, and his heart raced. He was panicking, grasping at straws to have to rethink your choice and stay with him so he could apologise for the rest of both of your lives. He’d spend the remainder of eternity begging for your forgiveness if only you’d just stay with him.

But he couldn’t say a word. Not with his blinded panic, and definitely not with the terrible, agonising look you were giving him as you stared back at him.

Was this how you felt when he’d walked out on you last night? Hopeless. Defenseless. As if you weren’t even worth a grain of sand underneath the other’s shoe.

“Lovey, I’m sorry!” Bokuto cried out one more time, hoping that he’d reach out to whatever small piece of love you still held for him. “I said I’m sorry! Please just forgive me, don’t leave me. Please! I’m begging you! Whatever you want me to do, I’ll do it a million times over. Just, please,” he quieted to a whisper, just barely reaching your ears, “stay with me, and we can get through this together.”

His face crumpled as he heard your responding scoff.

“There’s no more ‘together’ for us, Bokuto.”

Your words stung — well, they stung as much as a gunshot or a knife to the heart would sting. He pressed on, desperate to get you to hear him out.

“I’m your sunshine, right? Your dovey. Your babe. Your pretty boy. Your Koutarou. Right?” He gripped onto the hem of his shirt, balling his hands into fists. “No matter what you call me, I’m yours. And I always will be. Even if you leave me right now, I’ll never stop looking for you. You know why?”

You stayed silent.

“Because I am just as much your sun as you are mine.”

His words echoed in your mind — that twisted, gnawing feeling came back in your gut. You knew that if you stayed for one more minute, it’d be over for you, and you’d go running back into his arms that always held you so tightly. Into his arms that smelt like home. Into his arms that made you feel like you were on top of the world as long as he was by your side. Into his arms that held onto another once the two of you reached a rough patch.

You made your decision.

“Koutarou…” His head snapped up to look at you, his eyes wide and glittering with a false sense of hope. “I’m sorry. I have to leave.”

There was another feeling growing within Bokuto. It was ugly, festering in the deepest parts of his mind — coming from a place that refused to acknowledge his faults. This feeling, it blamed

you. Why would you hurt him like this? How could you hurt him like this? You said he was your sunshine, your dovey, your Koutarou! How cruel could you be to lead him on, calling him ‘Koutarou’ again? You said you loved him!

“Don’t leave me!” He raised his voice. This feeling was taking over him, and it was angry. “If you leave, I’ll-I’ll…” His voice trailed off as he tried to regain control of himself.

Your brows furrowed. He still had the energy to yell, huh?

“You’ll what?” You took a step toward him. He looked away from you, trying to avoid your burning gaze. “Tell me, Koutarou. What will you do if I leave?”

He shook his head; you knew what that meant — “I won’t say it.”

“You’ll go back to them, won’t you?” you scoffed. “Have fun, Koutarou.”

Adjusting the straps of your bags, you gave him one last glare before moving toward the door once more.

That feeling came back in Bokuto’s mind, and it was stronger than ever. Pounding against the walls he built up, it roared, telling him to make you regret hurting him, make you think twice about leaving him. Bokuto was panicking, his will to beg you to stay was growing weaker as the feeling inside him became increasingly angry at you for causing him so much pain.

He knew he’d regret the next words he’d say to you, but that realisation came a second too late.

“I’ll never forgive you!”

You froze. Turning back around to face him, your eyes narrowed. “What?”

“If you leave me, I’ll never forgive you!”

His eyes were burning into you, a raging fire behind them.

“You’ll never forgive me?” you spat.

As quickly as the fire grew, it was extinguished as Bokuto’s expression morphed into one of shock.

“Wait, baby, I didn’t mean it! I promi–”

Dropping your bags by the door, you strided toward his figure. Pushing him against the wall, you pulled him in by the collar, melding his lips with yours.

The kiss was rough, angry, desperate — an amalgamation of everything you’ve felt in the past few hours going back and forth with Bokuto.

You pushed yourself into the space between his legs as he finally recovered from his shock and tried to match your tempo, his hands pulling you close into his body. Your teeth clashed together, and you had half the mind to bite his tongue in your mouth, but you held back.

Raking your fingers through his hair, you pulled his head back, ignoring his small, pained whine. The offensive mess of red and purple blotches still covered the expanse of his neck. A scowl grew on your face.

Bokuto yelped as he felt your lips latch onto his neck, sucking your own bruises over the ones already existing from his escapade. You were rough, unrelenting in your nearly-primal way of claiming him.

Trying to ignore your satisfaction from hearing his whimpers of your name, you pulled away, looking at your series of marks covering the ones from his other lover. The two of you were left panting — him trying to meet your eyes and you trying to avoid looking at him at all costs.

Leaning into his ear, you placed a gentle bite on his lobe. He tensed ever-so-slightly.

“You’ll never forgive me if I leave?” you hummed.

His hands that were under your shirt, roaming across your back, froze.

“B-Baby, wait, I didn’t–” He tried to plead with you until your next words completely shattered what was left of his broken, battered heart.

“I think I can live with that.”

You quickly backed away from him, evading his attempts to grab at your waist to stop you from leaving, and picked up your bags by the door. Looking back at him one last time, you nearly broke your facade.

After all he’s done, you still loved your Koutarou — no matter how much you tried to convince yourself otherwise — and seeing him on his knees, sobbing, begging you not to leave for the umpteenth time, your will was wearing thin.

“Goodbye, Koutarou.”

The slam of the front door echoed across the remnants of his shattered heart and all he had the strength to do was cry. Pulling at the strands of his hair, he sobbed, begging into the air, weeping with no one to listen to him.

Without you, his world had no sky; everything was bathed in the shadow of your absence.

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tags: @katelyns-stuff @random-fandom-girl-24

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here I am again!! with chapter 2!!

( chapter 1 in case anyone missed it )

chapter 2: things are changing

word count: ~4,8k

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You were almost asleep, the waterfall sounds never failed to calm your soul, the distant symphony nature conceived you always following you throughout the day. Your stay at the Beneviento's state has been satisfactorily peaceful, your routine consisted of watching over Miss Beneviento and Miss Angie, administrate the house and cook for them; although you heard many legends and myths about the veiled woman, they all proved themselves wrong, Donna Beneviento was not a merciless sickening creature and Angie is not a disturbing – well, that's up to debate – maniac doll. They were kind, lovely, graceful, even. Energetic and serene, enthusiastic and gentle, intense yet lethargic; yes, those were Donna and Angie, opposites — The sun and the moon.

“Human! Donna requires your assistance!”

Ah, speaking of energetic. Angie hops through the garden to meet you sitting on a pile of soft snow, facing the waterfall, pleasantly starting the day.

“Donna needs someone to help with the fabric! Hey, are you hearing me?!” The doll pokes your right arm repeatedly, forcefully drawing your attention to her – if she had eyebrows, you can be certain they'd be very frowned now.

“Ah, yes, Miss Angie, I'm hearing you! I apologize for not responding at first” You support your hand on your thigh as you stand up, patting away any flakes on your work pants.

“Hm! I shall forgive you this time, human. But I won't have mercy next time!” It's the fourth time she says this. You play along, bowing to her as if she's the queen of the castle; her hands go to her hips, eyes closed, taking in the adoration you give her, silly little doll, if she only knew how she brightens up your day with only a few simple mannerisms.

You enter the house accompanied by Angie, the cozy ambiance greets you on a warm hug, contrasting the cold weather outside; the fireplace burns leisurely, the dancing flames sounds creating a piece of background music for this lovely morning. There's a certain smell in the air... Ah, chamomile tea and fresh chocolate and cinnamon cake, Donna's favorites – she must be in a good mood today – although you weren't expecting your lady to be baking, you were not going to complain, either.

“I thought you needed help with sewing, Miss Beneviento?” In a jump, she turns around, she must've not heard you coming in;

She lets out a long hum, probably calculating her next words “I did... Not... I apologize.”

You give her a reassuring smile and say there was no problem; the moment you were about to make your way out of the kitchen, a quiet 'Wait!' that was barely said out loud filled the air. “Perhaps... You would want to have some tea?”

The veiled woman sounded hesitant, yet full of determination... And honestly, how could you ever say no? Not just because the cake looks delicious, but because you know Donna made all this effort for you – she would never eat a whole cake by herself, she barely bakes anything since you came around... and did she ask Angie to come up with an excuse for you to get inside? – So it would not only be rude but also be very inconsiderate of you to refuse her request.

“I'd love to,” You say without hesitation.

All of the tension on the woman's shoulders went away, a relieved sigh left her lips as she settles the tea kettle on the table along with delicate ceramic cups – they were beautiful, elegant blue roses were painted along with the whole structure, a true artist's work – Oh, the cake looks divine, you cut a small piece for yourself, getting a small grunt of disapproval from Donna, who puts a larger piece on your plate - you return the favor, cutting a big piece for her as well - you both chuckle, it was moments like this that made you grateful for having her in your life. A lovely company, a thoughtful friend... You cherish each other, you know your place in her heart, and she knows hers in yours as well.

“Are you having a tea party without me?! The nerve!!” Angie stomps her way to the kitchen table, climbing on her high chair and facing you both on – what you believe is – disbelief;

“Oh please, Angie,” your lady says in a breathy response. She has lifted her veil to eat now, even though you've been here for several months and have seen Donna's face multiple times, you understand what her veil means to her and never once asked her to take it off; she's wearing it today because she's nervous – that explains the tea – Today the lords are having a meeting called by Mother Miranda herself to discuss 'village business'... You've been around long enough to know what they talk about in there; Beneviento never feels much thrilled to meet with her 'siblings'... And from what she says, you wouldn't be either! Imagine a 9'6 feet tall lady yelling at the robot man while a fish guy wants to participate in everything... You wonder what Miranda was thinking when she got them.

“Hey!! I'm talking!” The doll snapped you out of your thoughts about the soon event, making Donna giggle at your confused 'huh?'; she even finished her piece of cake already, for how long have they let you drift away?

“My apologies, I was quite distracted” Donna frowns her eyebrows for a microsecond, but decides not to say anything.

“Y’know, Donna was thinking of visiting the big lady this weekend” – Miss Angie rests her little chin on her hands, facing you.

“Oh, that's nice of you, I'm sure the girls are missing you two” You answer without putting much thought to it, as you take the fork with cake to your mouth.

Angie sighs comically loud, what made you look at her with a questioning look “Are you that dumb?? Donna is asking ya to come with us! Gosh!” ...Oh.

Oh

Donna wants you to go? That's– That's new. You're just a maid, you don't belong in the family visits... But now Donna is asking you to go. You feel your cheeks grow rosier as you almost choke on your fork – how embarrassing – “Ah, of course I will accompany you! Thank you for being kind enough to allow me to go, Donna”

She smiles, and that's when you smiled too, a peek of her face is all you need to go through your busy week - her serene expressions, the sweet sound of the giggles you steal from her, the way her nose scrunches when she's concentrated - you could spend the whole day listing every bit of her you wish you could frame and save from time's merciless tricks, but for now, her smile is all you want to focus on.

“Please, you're family.” The woman sounded so certain of what she just said, her voice was so filled with love you could almost grab it and keep it in your heart. You're family... that's how important you are to her now. Things are changing.

A few hours go by, the weather is significantly warmer outside, but still cold; the sky is bright grey, little snowflakes descending to meet the fresh layer of snow on the ground. Donna is putting on her veil and adjusting her doll's dress, the meeting will start soon; Lord Heisenberg will pick the girls up, take them there and bring them home safely, in return, you will go to his factory once a week to deliver some desserts and sweets and do him some company — he's a funny man... You worry about him sometimes, but he's not that bad, after all.

“Please take care, put on more clothes, and have the rest of the tea” Donna's left hand touches your shoulder while her right arm holds Angie close to her chest; you are all by the door, you're holding it open for them.

“Don’t worry my Lady, I will take care.” You give her a courtesy bow, receiving a light giggle as a response – the doll rolls her eyes and kicks her feet frenetically, telling Donna off for taking so long to get in Heisenberg's exquisite carriage. You wave at the man from afar, who lowers his hat a bit, his nice way of greeting you. The metal horses neigh and take off, the wagon disappearing into the horizon.

xxx

Angie's excited rambling saturates the once calm atmosphere of the house, Karl just dropped them off, coming to the door with them.

“Here they are, kid, no scratches.” He puts a cigar on his mouth and looks into the house through his dark glasses, taking in the ambiance.

“Why, thank you, Lord Heisenberg – ”

“Tsk. Cut the ‘Lord’ shit, just call me Karl.” He interrupted you, although he sounded annoyed, you knew he was befriending you “You’re basically family, no? We all know how Donna cares for you – honestly, it's annoying.”

“I- I’m sorry, what did you mean by that?” The man laughs at your rosy cheeks and stutters, waving his hand, he takes a drag of the cigar, walking to his carriage “I’ll be waiting for cookies, girl”.

You wave back, closing the door and looking at the living room, where your ladies are making themselves comfortable.

“You won't believe what happened today!! The bird lady gave us a baby!”

“Oh– Oh no, Angie– Miranda gave us a flask to take care of..”

“A baby!”

“...A flask”

“A baby in the flask!” – Donna sighs in defeat, rubbing her temples. Angie points to a square yellow flask on top of a ceramic counter, there's a label on it, you come closer to read it.. ‘Legs’.

...Legs? It can’t be actual – Oh, you're starting to feel sick. “Um... Donna...?'' You hesitantly look at the woman, who sighs heavily and lifts her veil, her expression says it all; her eyebrows frowned upwards, lips sealed and her eyes have a disappointed tint to it. She slowly nods, her gaze going from you to ‘Mother Miranda's gift’.

“I understand if you want me to put it away in the basement.” She's willing to do it for you? No, she's your lady, you should do it.

“I suppose I should–” Once again you are interrupted, this time by the eager doll, who jumps in your arms with the flask on her hands – When did she get it? How did you not see her? – “I hope Ethan won’t try to take it back!” Your head tilts to the side, a silent question to both of the girls.

“Ahem... Ethan is... Rose's father... And Rose is, well...” – Oh, heavens. – “Mother captured him and Heisenberg made him go through a ..‘death maze’..” Donna's fingers go up and down on a quotation mark sign.

“But he ran away!!” — A dense silence fell onto the room, the atmosphere suddenly grew uncomfortable, at least for you.

“Are you alrighty?” Angie turns to face you, her eyes traveling your whole face, your expression is blank now; what the hell was going on? This is all too much to take in at once.

“Is he dangerous?” That was the only thing you managed to say among so many questions you wanted to ask Donna.

“Well... He did escape Heisenberg's plan...” Then he is, that's what she's saying.

“How long ago was that?”

“The escape? two hours or so! We stayed there with Heisenberg trying to find out what he did wrong, dumb metal man...” You hum, your semblance should look horribly tense, because the next thing you remember was Donna's hand being so lightly placed on your left arm as if you were a shattered porcelain doll about to break with any rougher contact.

“Miss Angie, would you mind giving us a moment to speak in private?” – You lower the doll and take the flask from her hands.

“Ya know Donna and I are connected, right?” The smaller girl was quickly taken out of the room by her master — and you swear you heard a quiet ‘shoo, shoo’. The lady of the house now stands in front of you, a concerned look on her face, matching yours.

“Miss Donna, I'm worried about this whole situation... Maybe we should be careful. Do you understand what I mean?”

“I am afraid I do...” She looked nervous, her fingers fidgeting and interlocking with themselves; there's silence for a long moment, both of you meticulously measuring your next words, surprisingly, Donna is the first to speak; with a heavy sigh, she stands up straighter.

“If anything happens, you must go to the castle, please.”

“But my lady—”

“Alcina will know what to do, that man won't get past her state, her girls are probably hunting him now – if they haven't found him already. Still, if something happens to me or Angie, you know who to ask for help, okay?” — You nod — “Promise me, please.”

“...I promise.”

How you were going to regret this later.

She shyly smiles with the corners of her mouth as you take her hands in yours, your way of saying ‘everything will be alright’. The woman opened her mouth to say something, but her words died in the air, her sudden frozen reaction sent chills down your spine – what's happening? – she looks straight at the door, her semblance growing more and more despairing.

“Miss Beneviento?”

...

“My lady?”

...

“Donna?!”

Her gaze hesitantly made its way from the door and fell upon you, her hands are slightly shaking – is she starting to hyperventilate? – she tried to speak, but not even a whisper was heard. After a few tries, her shaky and breathy voice met your ears – “He’s here.”

You are petrified, the grip your hands have on hers grows tighter, what does she mean, he's here? He can't be here. That would mean getting past House Dimitrescu and the only way someone could do that is by k—

Oh no...

You can tell that is exactly what Donna is thinking about as tears threaten to fall from her glossy eyes. Lady Dimitrescu can't be... dead... can she? What about her daughters? Oh, poor things...

“You must go.” Your lady's voice got your attention again, her trembling tone barely allowing her to properly speak, so she led you by the hand to a room with aid kits and hand-made medicines; she handed you a bag containing some of it and pointed to the door.

...Is... Is this how she is going to send you off?... Not even a ‘goodbye’, or a handshake, at the very least? Your eyebrows frown and your lips part open, you hold the bag against your chest closer to you. “...My lady..?” Now your voice is trembling as well. She avoids your gaze, standing firmly at the same spot.

She calls Angie, who floats towards you, pushing you through the house to the front door. “I’m sorry, but ya promised.”

She and the other dolls corner you at the door, your back meeting the hardwood board; you can hear your heart shattering as you're being so abruptly banished from the house.

“You can't even say something?! After all we've been through? Is this really how you want to send me away?!... Please, Donna.”

After overlong minutes of deafening silence and a torturing lack of response, you see a now veiled figure stand in front of you, a few meters away; her hands are by her sides, fidgeting with her dress' cloth, her head hangs low, her gaze meeting the floor.

“I didn't know how to...” she murmured.

You feel warm tears wet your eyes as you walk confident steps toward the woman you care so much for – you leave the carrier on the floor – your arms are wide open, embracing her as you bury your face in the crook of her neck; some seconds pass by before her own hands go up to your back and grab your clothes — she's crying on your shoulder and she's soaking it, but you don't care because you're also damping her dress. What felt like an eternity as you were hugging went by too fast, you gradually drift away from each other's embrace, slowly picking up the bag and snuffling, you know you can't stay there; if there's any chance of Donna surviving this, it depends on you.

You hug Angie one last time, the other dolls gather around you and their little arms do their best trying to hold you too, how you loved Donna's marvelous inventions. They all follow you to the back door – where you would try not to cross paths with Ethan – You grab the bag tight, you're leaving.

“I will come back.” You smile as a reassurance, hesitantly going through the door and closing it, you breathe in sharply – can't stop now.

Donna watches you say your last words to her and smiles morosely, waving at the closed-door – “Please don't...”

You were almost crossing the bridge to leave Beneviento's state, everything was going fine, the man didn't seem to show up... Maybe Donna was just mistaken and everything is alright.

— But like a shot, Angie's maniac laughter gets to your ears and smashes any kind of hope you had of Ethan ignoring their house. You hold yourself, Angie's threats can be heard from here; you know Donna won't be able to hold him for much longer, you must be faster.

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“Lady Dimitrescu!”

You're here. You're finally here. But what the hell happened here?

The chilly air makes your lips tremble a bit, your arms instantly hugging yourself; walking here was no easy task, but that's none of your concern anymore. You go through one of the castle's demolished walls, you look up, there's a hole in the roof and the levels above, just beneath it there's a... carcass of God knows what, although it looks like a rotting dragon. — Oh God, did it kill Lady Dimitrescu?.. Or perhaps she killed it?

You keep marching carefully yet hurriedly; you find the doors open and the handles smeared with blood, feeling apprehensiveness tightening your chest, you make your way inside of the castle. You look around and process the ambiance, the unexpected warm atmosphere of the house falls upon you like a blanket, but the comfortable feeling disappears the moment you see blood splashed all over the walls, corpses of lycans and monsters ripen in half and splayed on the floor... A crimson path marks its way through the rooms, and maybe you should follow it.

“Lady Dimitrescu?”

As you follow the sanguine liquid trail, you spot a huge stiff figure laying on the floor, covered in wounds and painted scarlet red. You rush to help her, not even certain if she was still alive.

“My lady!”

She grunts, a surprisingly low growl leaves her lips as she sits up, holding onto a cloth around her body for dear life, you walk closer to her slowly and steadily, but her cry of pain as she holds a wound on her side makes you run to her – how it pains you to see someone like this. Yet, you take quick steps back and almost freeze in place when she unleashes her terrorizing long and sharp claws, why is she doing this? You're trying to help, and she needs it.

You bring your hand to your chest, not because you're afraid, but because you feel your heart beating so fast it might explode. – “Please, Lady Dimitrescu, let me help!”

“Out.”

Her voice was like a rumble of thunder and it reverberated through your whole body, giving you goosebumps; for a moment, all you could do was obey and step away, your gaze still fixated on her, but something clicked in your mind — you made a promise.

You can see a clear change in the woman's expression as you stand your ground.

“Leave. I will not repeat myself.”

You can't go, even though you truly want to, you want to go back to your Misses, you want to run away from this woman who might behead you any instant, you want to leave; all this flashes in your mind as you look at the big main doors. You grab the clothes on your chest with an absurd strength, come on, you need to be brave now. You sigh, Donna has no idea of the impact she has on your life.

“Allow me to help.” You try to sound certain, but the thought of Donna and Angie invades your mind and brings you to the verge of tears again.

Feet taking more steps closer to the Lady, you can't look at her, not like this, almost crying, that'd be pathetic.

Although it seemed impossible, her nails grew longer and her eyes were intensely trying to burn holes in your head, she is indeed terrifying, but you must not fear her now, you trust Donna, she said Alcina would help. You move your arms to the front of your body as a peace sign, you don't want to cause any harm. Still, she shows her teeth and looks at you with a feral cast, like a beast ready to devour its prey. You gulp, just a few more steps and—

An unhesitating metal swing sound cuts through the air; you scream, you shout at the top of your lungs as you feel her cold claws rip your face and throw you away with much force. Hot blood squirts and spills from your face and chest — you can't make a noise anymore, your lips are parted, mouth open, searching for the air you suddenly don't have anymore, your hands go to your face, trying to figure out either to press your wounds or hide it from the woman. You spend some more moments in anguish, trying to find your voice, but not even a whisper would make its way out; you were struggling to open your left eye, it hurts so much, everything hurts, burns, aches — pain washes over you and adrenaline runs fast in your veins. A raspy and agonizing scream builds up in your chest and leaves your throat way louder than you expected, getting the Lady's attention. Good.

Stupid loyalty, foolish attachment, cursed be all the fondness in your heart that is making you do this. You need to do this, don't forget why you're here. Your shaky hands reach for your bag, pulling out a flask of treatment disinfectant, you assemble your last strengths to crawl your way to her and kneel up, stretching the hand with the flask out; you can't stay like this for long, your body is giving up on you – the moment she takes the medicine, you collapse right in front of her, not even caring about being safe or not.

xxxx

It's dark. Cold. Unbelievably silent. You’re alone now, only you and the abandoned hopes that still wander above your head, both yours and hers — speaking of her, where is Lady Dimitrescu? You need her help. but as it seems, you must aid her first — You breathe stiffly and out of tempo, your clothes and hair are drenched, and your face has a bit of crust on it, probably dry blood.

Elbows up first, then shoulders, push your back up and now you’re on your hands and knees, still facing the floor; it all still hurts, your body aches from being so brutally tossed at the floor. You can’t move nor feel your face — not much of a good sign — Your left eye is locked shut, God knows what will happen if you try to open it. Your vision is blurry and dark, as if it’s dirty, which makes sense if you consider all the blood in your face; you cannot see well and… Perhaps, your left eye might go blind... — let’s pray it doesn’t turn that way.

From a pool of blood underneath you, there's your reflected image, you make some effort to see the damage that woman did to you: three big claw marks cuts through your face, one striked your lips, cutting up at a point you can see part of your gum, the other is right in the center, it striked the bridge of your nose and your left eye, and the last one got the side of your forehead and a bit of your hairline. Well… Let’s focus on the not so bad things for now.— At least your body and hair are fairly fine.

A small drop that hits the pool’s liquid and creates small scarlet waves makes you notice you have been crying during this whole process, tears washing over your wounds and making them sting, only to find their way into the crimson beneath you. You take your time at this position, everything is so quiet, so peaceful, the wind and the birds chirping try to fill in the devastating mourning and obscure silence of the castle — they don’t succeed.

… Now, thinking about it, you don’t want to keep facing your — shattered and ruined — reflection, so you heavily exchange your weight to your legs, sitting on your knees.

Air escapes your lungs for a millisecond as your gaze meets the lady of the house — was she watching you the entire time? How did you not notice her? Heard her? — She’s standing away from you, almost hiding in the shadows; at some point of your unconsciousness, she must have gone to her chambers since she got rid of those bloody sheets that wrapped her and is now wearing a proper robe that cascades to the floor.

Neither of you dares to break eye contact — an unspoken dialogue — Alcina has a dreadful look on her eyes as if she’ll murder you right this instant; now that you realize, she’s clean, although her hand still presses the injury on her side, it must be a severe one, as she looks healed from all the others. You decide to stand on your feet, your shaky legs not collaborating; your body is still limp, your joints hurt and there’s this constant pain in your lungs as you breathe, however, you keep your gaze locked with hers. The moment you opened your mouth to speak, she abruptly interrupted you.

“I shall give you one chance. Who are you and what are you doing at my house?”

Her words were like a knife and her tone was a flame burning you alive, her frowned eyebrows and threatening eyes sent shivers down your body — that or the excruciating wintry breeze that kisses your injuries — you are petrified in place. You gulp, your mouth opens and closes multiple times, but nothing comes out, nothing but only a whisper: “Donna...”

Her eyes squint and her lips form a pout, she walks closer to you, bending her torso so she meets your face.

“You know Donna Beneviento?” — You nod twice.

A hum leaves her throat but she doesn’t look any less suspicious of you, she grabs the sides of your face, carefully enough to not open your wounds any further, and brings you closer to her by lifting you at a point your feet barely touch the floor — how little effort it took an injured woman to do this, well, not any woman, she’s Lady Dimitrescu. Who is about to behead you if you don’t decide to speak — Yet, she stops and stares deep into your soul, a command: proceed.

“I-I was sent by Lady Beneviento” You stutter so much you need to take a deep breath before continuing. “She needs help, Ethan is—”

“Ethan?”

“Yes, Ethan Winters, he found them and n—” She suddenly drops you, the thud of your body hitting the ground makes you gasp for a second, you couldn't even hold yourself up. She stands straighter now, her expression is cold and serious as she looks forward — what is she wondering about? Will she help you? She takes her time staring at the horizon, time enough for you to slowly pick yourself up, limps slightly trembling.

A heavy and low sigh fills the air as she closes her eyes, arms hanging on her sides, as her golden gaze meets you again, you almost frown your eyebrows seeing how unexpectedly her expression changed. She was so revengeful and ferocious a few moments ago, now she looks… fatigued — shattered, if you will — . The woman unhurriedly walks out of the room, leaving you without a proper response. Will she help? Will she not? Good lord, all this tension even made you forget the pain you find yourself in. Perhaps the medicines you brought will do better for yourself than for her. You bury your hand inside of your bag and pull out some pills and flasks for your injuries, following Alcina right away, clumsily sprinting to match her quick pace.

“Lady Dimitrescu! Wait, please!”

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heeyyaa I actually posted chapter 2!! yk the drill, if you read it till here, thank you and I love you!! please like and/or reblog if you want me to post the next chapter!!

( posted on Ao3! Name: “The woman in your castle” )

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Rebuilding Family

Summary: Y/N and Spencer were college sweethearts at Cal-Tech but once Spencer got accepted to the FBI Academy, he ended things deciding it was not fair to make Y/N wait for him. When they meet again years later, he discovers something unexpected.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Content/Warnings: pure fluff and a happy ending as promised :)

A/N: the final chapter 😭❤️ see my full note at the end

Masterlist

Chapter 37

“What’s your location? Over,” the walkie talkie on the kitchen counter crackled.

“Dino chicken nuggets are coming out of the oven as we speak. Over,” you replied back.

“Roger that. Over and out,” Jo stated and the walkie talkie went back to static.

Spencer got them as a gift for her and she would constantly have one with her, giving the other to someone before leaving the room so they could talk through it.

You headed out to the back porch and down the steps into the yard with a big plate of nuggets and dipping sauces as well as some juice boxes and applesauce for the twins.

“Coast is clear. Do you copy? Over,” you spoke into the walkie talkie.

“Affirmative. Bring ‘em up,” Jo exited the main part of the treehouse and you saw her on its little porch.

Spencer had built her a little pulley system with a basket and rope so she could lower or raise items up into the treehouse instead of carrying them up the ladder.

You placed the food and drinks inside and then made your way up the wooden ladder.

“Thank you, Mommy,” Jo smiled as she bit into a nugget.

“No problem, Cadet Jo,” you ruffled her hair up a little as she giggled.

You ducked to get through the door of the treehouse and sat down on a cushion on the floor next to Spencer who had both the twins in his lap.

“What are we watching?” you asked as you clipped the twins’ bibs on.

“Cars!” Jo cheered.

“I wanted to watch a subtitled Russian film but I was ‘boo’ed when I made that suggestion,” Spencer grinned as he grabbed the spoon to start feeding the babies.

“Hm I wonder why,” you teased.

Once Jo got the movie playing on the laptop, she took a seat in your lap with the plate of nuggets and took turns eating one, then handing one to you, then Spencer.

Once all the kids were fast asleep in your laps and the credits were rolling, you turned to Spencer.

“You and Derek really did a good job building this treehouse, love,” you complimented him.

“Anything for my family,” he smiled, then leaned over to kiss you.

-

It was the morning of Jo’s 8th birthday party. You wanted to make it extra special in light of what happened at her 7th birthday party.

Spencer kept reminding you that it wasn’t your fault a psychopath shot you and sent you to the hospital but you just wanted to give Jo the party she deserves.

You rented a bouncy house and an inflatable water slide. Spencer was doing a magic show and Penelope was doing face paintings. You baked a huge stegosaurus-shaped cake from scratch. No kid would be bored and Jo would have an amazing time.

You settled for having it in your backyard instead of the park now that you had plenty of room. The whole team came over earlier to help set up.

Penelope got all her paints organized on the porch table as Spencer set up his mini stage for the performance. Hotch and Derek filled the slide with water while you and Emily carefully brought the massive cake to the table outside.

Jo came running outside already in her swimsuit, eager to get the first splash in the water slide.

“You have to come with me, Uncle Derek,” she insisted.

“Jo, I don’t have my swimsuit on,” he replied.

“You’re in athletic shorts. They’ll dry quick,” Savannah, his girlfriend, yelled from where she was setting up the food table.

Derek looked to Hotch to help him out. Hotch pointed back to Jo who was giving him puppy dog eyes.

“Fine,” he groaned, taking off his shirt which elicited a holler from Penelope.

Jo made her way up the steps with Derek right behind her.

Jo sat down in Derek’s lap and then turned around to face him.

“Okay, ready?” she asked him.

Derek nodded and then pushed off, sending them both down the slippery slide.

“Weee!” Jo exclaimed as they slid down.

“Again,” she demanded, “Where’s Daddy?”

“He went to put his swimsuit on, Baby J, so he can go with you,” you told her as you set Ollie down next to Ophelia in the playpen outside.

“Coming, Princess!” Spencer ran outside and scooped the little girl up in his arms as he trekked up the steps.

“How about we go down like a penguin this time?” he suggested.

Jo nodded enthusiastically as Spencer got onto his belly and Jo laid on top of him and wrapped her hands around his neck.

“1…2…3!” Spencer pushed off and they raced down the slide again, Jo giggling the whole time.

“Again!” Jo said.

“I think we are going to have to buy one of these, love,” Spencer called over to you, laughing and running up the stairs right behind Jo again.

-

“Please welcome my lovely assistant to the stage,” Spencer spoke in his magician tuxedo.

You waved as the audience clapped. You were wearing a sparkly red sequin dress to compliment Spencer’s bow tie.

“I am going to make my assistant…disappear,” he stated.

The kids in the audience gasped.

Spencer took your hand and guided you to the big black box in the center of the stage.

“Just like we practiced,” he whispered to you as you stepped inside.

You winked and he kissed your hand as he let go and closed the door.

Spencer knocked on the door a few times and wiggled his hands for some showmanship.

“Okay, on the count of 3. We’re all going to yell ‘Abracadabra’,” Spencer explained, “1…2…3!”

“Abracadabra!” all the kids yelled.

Spencer set off a small smoke bomb and quickly opened the door, revealing an empty box.

The kids all screamed in wonder.

“Bring Mommy back!” Jo yelled.

You had to stifle your laughter from behind the fake wall in the box you were hiding behind.

“Your wish is my command, Princess,” Spencer closed the door again.

“To reverse the spell, we need to say the exact same word,” Spencer stated.

“Abracadabra!” the kids yelled once again.

This time, you opened the door and the kids clapped enthusiastically.

“For this next trick, I need a volunteer from the audience,” Spencer smiled.

All the kids’ hands shot up in the air.

“I’m going to have to go with the wonderful birthday girl right in the front row,” you took Jo’s hand and escorted her up onto the stage.

“Jo, I need you to pick a card, any card. Show the audience but not me,” Spencer fanned the cards out in his hands and closed his eyes.

Jo picked the ace of hearts and showed the audience.

“Now, put it back in the pile,” he said.

“Alright,” Spencer opened his eyes and began to shuffle the cards, “Is this your card?” he asked, holding the eight of spades.

“No, Daddy. Try again,” Jo said.

“Is this it?” he questioned, holding the queen of diamonds.

“No, Daddy.”

“Oh,” Spencer smacked his forehead, “I know where I put it,” he pulled off his top hat.

Spencer then proceeded to pull a bouquet of flowers, an endless handkerchief, a rubber chicken, and many other silly things out of his hat that had the kids in tears from laughing.

Finally, he pulled out the ace of hearts, “Is this your card, Princess?”

“Yes, Daddy!” she beamed, hugging him.

-

Jo’s birthday was a complete success. She was completely worn out by the end of it and slept in late the next morning.

But when she did finally wake, she was eager to try out her gift that you and Spencer had gotten her: a big kid bike with no training wheels. It was purple which was her favorite color with a white basket on the front and a little bell on the handlebars.

You and Spencer were going to teach her how to ride it today. She padded up with some knee pads and elbow pads and her helmet.

You had the twins in their double stroller with mini bucket hats on to protect them from the sun.

“Okay, Jo. Me and Daddy will run with you for a little but then we’re going to let go but you’re going to keep pedaling,” you explained to her.

“I’m scared,” she replied, looking at the street in front of her.

You were practicing in the street in front of your house because it wasn’t very busy and it was flat. Plus, you could leave the twins in the stroller in the driveway.

“It’s okay, Baby J. You’ve got all your padding on so even if you fall, it won’t hurt at all, I promise,” you assured her.

“I believe in you, Princess,” Spencer kissed her helmet-covered head.

“I’m ready,” she nodded, moving her feet to the pedals.

“That’s my girl,” you smiled.

You and Spencer began to jog alongside her as she pedaled.

Spencer looked at you, “Okay, Princess. We’re letting go.”

You and Spencer both removed your hands from her bike and she continued to speed forward.

“Yes, Jo! You’re doing it! ” you encouraged her.

“Princess, can you turn around and come back to me and Mommy?” Spencer asked.

Jo carefully steered her bike and headed back to you both with a massive smile on her face. You and Spencer were loudly cheering her on.

“Okay, try to brake,” you said.

Jo slowly came to a stop right in between you both.

“You’re a pro!” you grinned as you both knelt down to hug her.

-

Jo had been biking for the past hour and she was still having a blast.

You and Spencer were laying in the front yard with the twins in your laps.

“Mommy, Daddy! Look!” Jo exclaimed as she did donuts on the bike.

“We’re looking, Baby J,” you laughed, “Great job!”

You leaned your head on Spencer’s shoulder.

“Y/N…” Spencer began.

“Yes, Spence?”

“Thank you,” he replied.

“For what?” you looked up at him.

“All this,” he motioned to Jo, the twins, the house, the yard, the chalk drawings on the driveway, the rocking chairs on the front porch, the doormat that said ‘The Reids’, everything he ever dreamed of, “I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” you kissed him, “I’d give you the world if I could.”

“You already have,” he smiled.

A/N: thank you everyone so so so much for reading, commenting, reblogging, etc.! i love you all so much. i’m probably going to miss this too much and do one-shots of this series in the future. also, this series hit 14,000 on ao3! that’s crazy that that many people read my work. thank you, just thank you! -dory <3

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[travellingarmy]

║Diluc║ Happy Birthday

Contribution for Diluc's birthday.

A/N: I fell asleep while writing so it's late.. I slept for about 2 days..? ^^"

Gender-neutral reader.

Fluff.

Word count: 2.4k

All rights reserved.

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Not many knew of today's occasion and that was okay. It was understandable that others were not in a celebratory mood since they aren't close to the red-haired tycoon. But Diluc not caring for today was a big deal for you.

Birthdays, in your opinion, should be worth celebrating. So, even if he isn't in the mood to celebrate, you will make today very special and reserved just for him.

-

When dawn broke, Dawn Winery was just starting to wake up. A few words exchanged in the halls that was barely audible, light footsteps of the workers across the hall.. But you have longed woken up and was full of energy.

You wanted today to be all about him and so you left the manor without telling him where you were heading. This would mean that Diluc will later wake up to the warm sun shining through the cracks of the curtains, but still be empty and cold, and mostly questioning your whereabouts.

The walk to the city would take a while so you had to get up early if you wanted to meet up with Diluc's.. Somewhat allies.

The streets was quiet, aside from the occasional animal sounds and wind rustling the leaves from trees. There were other early birds like shop owners as well but they were yet to fully get into the Mondstadt groove.

You walked past the shops and stalls and up a couple set of stairs to the Knights of Favonius' headquarters.

When you entered Jean's office, Jean, Lisa, and Amber were already there, chatting as they waited for everyone to arrive. "(Y/N), goodmorning," Jean turns towards you and greets you with a smile.

"Goodmorning." You noticed that there were only three people in front of you and looked around the room before asking, "Where's Kaeya?"

The three women shrugged their shoulders. Just then, as if on cue, the door behind you swung open which drew all of your attention.

There stood none other than Kaeya himself. For someone who is late, he looked disheveled; hair not properly brushed, clothes not properly straightened as he covers his mouth to yawn. "Goodmorning.." he says lazily, blinking away morning tears.

"Uh.." You three stared at him but said nothing and excused his tardiness. "Alright, now that we all are here, let's start with today, shall we?" Jean starts but later decided that you should be the one to break down today's plan for Diluc's birthday.

You know that Diluc will go to the tavern today but you needed him to get out and stay away. You've talked to Charles a couple days back and promised him remuneration if he could take over Diluc's shift, to which he accepted.

It was agreed upon that while you distract Diluc from going to the tavern and think about work, the others will be setting up the surprise.

After separating, you went to look for Diluc who, not surprisingly, was heading to the tavern. "Diluc!" you shouted, drawing the man to a stop and turn his attention to your direction.

You smiled as you run up to him, stopping short by him. "Goodmorning. How did you sleep?" you ask. "Adelinde said that you off to the Knights of Favonius' headquarters. Did you have something you need from them? You do know that I'm right here," he said, clearly not amused that you went to the knights so early in the morning.

You chuckled. "It's nothing important. I was asking for for a simple favour is all."  "Then surely you could have asked me to do it." Wanting to dispel the negative energy, you thought fast of a way to make him stop thinking about the knights.

"Oh, Diluc, you're so cute when you're jealous," you said, squishing his cheeks together. He was unimpressed but sighs, deciding to just let it go.

"Alright. I have matters to attend to and the tavern. I'll see you later at home," he said, putting a hand on your head before shortly removing it and continuing his way to the tavern.

"H, hey, wait a moment!" You grab hold of his wrist. He turns his head and look over his shoulders. He hums a questioning tone. "It's a good day today, don't you think? So, let's just stroll around the city."

He arches a brow. "What is it that you want?" he asks, not wasting time to beat around the bush. "I want to spend today with you.."

He gave a simple 'oh' and avert his eyes, saying nothing. "So, can we spend this special day together?" you pleaded. "I can't.. The tavern--" "I asked Charles to take over," you asserted quickly. "Don't worry, I paid him beforehand."

He looks at you and you looked back with doe-like eyes. After a while, he eventually gave in. "Alright.." You smiled brightly. "So, what do you have in mind?" he asks.

"Nothing! I just want to spend time with you and maybe treat you to something," you answered honestly. "I don't really need anything.." Diluc said and that was true. He was one of the richest people of Teyvat after all, ruling over the wine industry. "I will be fine with a stroll."

You nodded and interlaced your hands with his. It was currently quarter past eleven which meant you still had long hours to waste away. You dragged him around the city, looking at everything that is familiar to you yet unfamiliar to him.

Even though Monstadt is his home, he only ever leaves his house to attend to business matters or the tavern, never really taking time off to stroll.

"Oh! Diluc, Diluc, let's get ice cream!" you burst in excitement when your eyes laid upon a familiar shop. "Ice cream? Isn't it a bit early for you to eat that?" His eyes narrows as he gives you a questioning look.

You turn to look at him and grin. "It's nearly afternoon. It's okay!" He sighs, giving in to your pleas and buying you ice cream. Yes, he's the one who paid and this is when he would not allow to be convinced by you.

"You'll have a stomach ache," he said. But in the end, he was happy with his decision. It was a good choice if it meant seeing you happy when you two stepped out of the shop.

You two walked further down the streets with you sneakily steering the walk away from the tavern. Who knows? Kaeya might slip up and the surprise would be ruined.

At the thought of him, your eyes wandered around, looking for signs of him. But instead of Kaeya, you see Amber carrying a  party box just up ahead which made you nearly choke on your ice cream that you sucked in out of surprise.

"Hey, are you okay?" Diluc turns his head to you, full of concern. "Yeah, I'm fine.." you said between fits of coughs. After you finally stopped coughing, you looked up and look for Amber. Luckily, she was nowhere to be seen.

You sighed a sigh of relief. She must have heard and see you nearly die that she ran away. Diluc notices this and looks over to where you were staring at before looking back at you. "What are you staring at?" he asks.

"Oh, it's nothing.." You forced a chuckle and smile. "You have been awfully weird today.." he finally says. "First, you left early in the morning when it's your day off.."

"What, I can't go out when it's my day off?" you weakly defended yourself. "There is no issue with that.. If only you do that on a normal basis. Typically, you'd be sleeping until 12 in the afternoon," he said. "And secondly, you went to the knight's headquarters of all places for no reason, you said?"

"Ah.." You had to think of something to say. Otherwise, the surprise birthday won't be a surprise. Your eyes darted around the place until finally, it landed on Flora.

"Oh, come here!" You dragged him to Flora's stall and greet the little girl with a smile. "Welcome to Floral Whisper."

"Hey, Flora, can I buy one Cecilia?" The girl nods and picked out a fresh Cecilia and give it to you and you exchanged it for a pocket change of Mora.

You then turned to Diluc who was still waiting for an answer. Smiling, you leaned close to him and tucked the flower behind his ear and moved away.

He crosses his arms, looking unamused. "(Y/N)." You laughed at how funny he looks with that face while wearing a flower. "Come on and smile for me." You stretch his face upwards.

Seeing that you weren't going to tell him, he gives in and sighs. He figures that he will find out later today just what you were hiding all day.

He walks to Flora and asked for another Cecilia and returned back to you. "Hm? Do you like Cecilias?" you asked, looking at the one in his hand. "Having a favourite flower is silly," he said.

He took a step forward and outstretch his hand and place the flower behind your ears. You face felt warm as he remained silent, inspecting you with the newly added accessory.

"Let's get moving. We still have the whole day to spend," he said, turning around and walking away. Seeing his figure moving away, you blinked from a trance and caught up to him, a smile on your face as you interlaced your hands with him once more.

For the rest of the afternoon, Diluc was out treating you to things that have caught your eyes. Funny, since you were supposed to be the one treating him.

Kaeya soon interrupted your little date, casually walking up to the two of you with a smug look to him. "Ah, at last. I found you two," he greets.

"And I was just wondering why you've  yet to show up," Diluc spat. "You were slacking off, weren't you?"

Kaeya laughs. "Come now, Diluc, I didn't get to where I am by being a slacker," he said, raising his arms beside him and shrugs. The redhead scoffs. "You all are incompetent so what do you know about work?"

"Don't be so mean, dear brother. You're hurting my feeling, y'know?" Kaeya said but not even lifting a muscle on his face to express a little bit of hurt. "What feelings?"

"Ouch. You should have gotten a Cryo Vision instead. I think the Gods have made a mistake," Kaeya said in a matter-of-fact tone. "Anyways, (Y/N), we've already finished setting up and I was tasked to deliver you this message."

You smiled excitedly. "Thanks for your help, Kaeya," you said, confusing the redhead beside you. "Now, Diluc, let's head to the tavern."

"The tavern? What for?" he asks, allowing himself to be dragged by the arm. You look at him over your shoulder. "You'll see!"

A couple of steps and the three of you soon stopped right in front of Angel's Share. "Well? Go open it!" you urged him on excitedly while you and Kaeya stood behind.

Diluc eyed you suspiciously but did as told. "Surprise!" Inside, friends greeted him with a loud and enthusiastic voice.

"Hey~ Glad you're finally here, Master Diluc!" Venti waves over from the bar. "Huh? Venti, what are you doing here?" you ask, peeking your head from behind Diluc.

"I'm here for the free wi-- err, I mean, to celebrate Master Diluc's birthday!" he answers.

"Hurry up and get in already," Kaeya said from behind you. "It's starting to get too cold for my liking."

You gently push Diluc inside, somewhat listening to Kaeya's demand. "Well, since Master Diluc is finally here, let's get that cake, food, and wine!" Venti said, already holding a wine bottle in his hand.

Jean came from the back of the room, holding a nicely decorated cake that was lit up with a couple of candles. And everything goes as follows: you all sang to him a happy birthday and wasted the night away. You, like the others, took the partying to the next level, finding yourself too wasted to lift a finger.

"Haha, you can't already be drunk, (Y/N)!" Venti laughs from beside you, drinking his 50th glass and nudges you another one on the cheek.

"Alright, I think they have had one too many glass." Diluc intervenes what used to be a drinking competition. "Wha~t? That didn't even last long!" Venti cries.

"They've already passed out," Diluc said, taking off his coat to put it on you. "I'll be taking them home. You all enjoy yourselves."

"Oh? Well, don't mind me!" Venti said, getting another glass and also looking for Kaeya, hoping he wasn't drunk just yet.

Diluc left the tavern and the rest of the guys, carrying a passed out you all the to Dawn Winery where he immediately asked Adelinde to bring him a large glass of water for you.

He knew you were going to drink but he didn't think you'd be dumb enough to accept a drinking challenge from Venti who could drink beyond a mortal's expectation.

Inside his room, he bears the difficult of changing you. Even though you two have been together for a really long time, it felt wrong of him to do something like this, but you were awfully sweaty and needed to be wiped clean with a wet cloth.

He contemplated but after a while, decided to go through with it, caring about your hygiene more than anything.

He only heaved a sigh of relief once he got you into your nightwear. "You're really a difficult one," he mumbles, getting into his own fresh change of clothes and climbing into bed beside you.

It was still early night, not even near midnight when Diluc allowed his eyes to trace every part of your face, the moon helping him to see. You looked at peace but Diluc knows that you wouldn't be able to go to work tomorrow.

He might not have expressed it, but Diluc is truly grateful for today and to have you keeping him company on cold nights.

Gently, he brushes your cheek with a hand while his other wraps around your waist to bring you close for more warmth, and place his lips on your forehead for a short while.

"Thank you for today.. And I hope you know that I will always love you."

~♡~

[heartcravings]

twenty questions tag

thank you @diamozi and @jongin-be-my-jagi for tagging me! sorry it took me so long to actually reply tho! 

1. what do you prefer to be called name-wise?

sam

2. when is your birthday?

a little after winter’s solstice, 26th december. 

3. where do you live?

portugal

4. three things you are doing right now?

hm, trying to have better routines (like sleeping and eating and drinking more water), be more focused on my thesis work (so that i can move on with my life) and also trying to draw more consistently because it really makes me happy.  

5. four fandoms that have piqued your interest?

I don’t think I am a fan of anything else other than exo and even to them I am a lousy fan type of person. I just love what I love and that is that I guess.

6. how has the pandemic been treating you?

so-so? I was on a hard journey already and when it came it certainly didn’t help me. quite on the contrary, I felt like I regressed so much in my mental state, my motivation and concentration dropped and I developed a certain level of anxiety I wasn’t used to. but I feel like I had to go through these hardships to grow and learn more about myself. I’m slowly (very slowly!) getting back on horse and in control of my life. hopefully I'll continue to grow and steadily increase stability in my emotional/mental side. I hope it gets easier to find some happy too. 

7. a song you can’t stop listening to right now?

last week I was working on my gluttony art and I listened to it a lot. today I listened to ending by yeule around 4 times? i'm not one to listen to the same music on loop all day, rather listen to it everyday instead. but sometimes some songs get to me and I can’t let them go right a way.

8. recommend a movie?

somehow I've been thinking of Little Forest: Summer/Autumn and Little Forest: Winter/Spring a lot lately. It’s a 2014 japanese adaptation of a manga and it is so wholesome. I definitely recommend  for some peaceful time.

9. how old are you?

a little older than kim minseok (not by a lot, but still an 80s baby) 

10. school, university, occupation, other?

finishing my phd. 

11. do you prefer heat or cold?

cold, cold cold! (I can always dress warmer, hide under blankets or drink hot beverages!) 12. name one fact others may not know about you?

I got an email last weekend of a friend I first met in Transylvania 7 years ago. The total amount of time physically shared between us in the same space was around 6 weeks. We randomly met twice in the same year in our lives. 7 years without talking to each other or even following each other on social media. And he wrote me the most amazing letter last weekend. It’s really cool to know that the people who touch you deeply sometimes were touched back just as much. 

13. are you shy?

I don’t think so? i open better in one on one relationships though. in group settings it depends:

. if I'm surrounded by people I don’t know at all, I'm friendly and quiet but I approach people first or show that I am open to be talked to and try to mingle and meet new people.  . if I'm surrounded by my group of friends and they bring someone I don’t know to the group, I try to be kind and make them feel welcomed but I'm more quiet and observant. . if I'm surrounded by people I feel safe with, I'm just me: happy and silly if happy or quiet and observant if I need a little more energy to interact. . if there are people that I don’t feel comfortable with around me, my energy tends to drop significantly and I hide more. (pro at blending with the wall ^^)

but amongst all the scenarios I always tend to have my moments of solitude, being inside my own head, lost in thought, daydreams, etc. so if I'm suddenly quiet I'm probably noticing how you touch your ear lobe when you get nervous, or how your left eye has a little dot, or how the clouds look like bunnies right now, or how the light makes my cats hair shine in warm gold tones... you get it xD  

14. preferred pronouns?

she/her due to the social norms I grew up with. but those are just labels right?  

15. biggest pet peeve?

I don’t like saliva... not even my own? idk if this counts. 

16. what is your favorite “dere” type?

oh idk, almost all of the ‘deres’ have their charm. but I think I relate more to dandere? i think i’m just a dandere (silent type) trying to be a kuudere (cool type) but ending up like bakadere (clumsy type) xD

17. rate your life 1-10, 1 being crappy and 10 being the best it could be:

since once upon a time it was already an 8 (saving the 9 and 10 for a the possibility of being better) I'd say right now it is a 5/6. 

18. what’s your main blog?

this!

19. list your side blogs and what they’re used for:

hm, I had @100daystofinishmyphd but I haven’t used it at all. I have another recent one but it is (for now) a sort of secret dairy log, sry! 

20. is there anything people need to know about you before becoming friends?

I'm very demanding with myself. I don’t judge others easily. I used to wear my heart out on my sleeve but life happens and now i hide it a lot more. once I love you, I love you forever. but I will still need time alone once in a while, so i tend to disappear sometimes. 

I think everyone already did this but I'll tag: @byuns-coco @xiuminscheeks @thedeviousdo @delhyun @yeolville @kyungseokie​ @bacon-notbaekhyun-jaehyun-mingyu​ @bikeryeollie​ @hkynm​ @guardians-of-exo​ and everyone else who’d like to be a little closer with me! (of course you don’t need to do this, we can just talk on pm ^^)

[sugaabooga]

A Familiar Hero | 2

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst, spiderman!Jungkook, college!au, kinda f2l

Word Count: 4.7k

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: mentions of stitches, blood/wounds

Synopsis:  With the occasional poor excuse of a girl, your best friend never seems to have time for you anymore. But maybe it’s related to the ever-increasing number of crimes and the reappearing superhero wearing the tacky red and blue suit, flying around the tall skyscrapers of Seoul.

“Y/N?”

Your face contorts in confusion, removing the phone away from your ear and looking at the caller ID which causes your eyes to nearly bulge out your sockets at the name.

“JUNGKOOK!?” you scream in surprise, fumbling with your phone and putting it up against your ear. “Jungkook!”

You hear a laugh on the other end that immediately makes you smile.

“Geez. I’ve never heard you call my name so excitedly,” Jungkook says, a smile obvious in his voice.

Your smile falls off your face, reminding yourself to calm down.

“I wonder why,” you say with an unintentional bite to your tone that makes Jungkook grimace.

After a brief second of silence, you regain a chirpier tone realizing that he might be drowning in guilt.

“I’m so-”

“Anyway, why’d you call?” you ask, unintentionally interrupting Jungkook’s apology.

After a brief pause, he continues. “Well. . . you’re done with classes for today, right?”

Your lips twitches, your mind jumping to conclusions at his simple question. You again remind yourself to not sound too enthusiastic before answering Jungkook.

“Hm. . . yeah, I am,” you try to say with little emotion, terribly failing and sounding way too excited.

You hear a slight laugh from Jungkook before he suppresses it. “Good. Let’s celebrate the end of the day with some food.”

“Pfft,” you laugh.

“Why are you laughing?” you can nearly hear Jungkook’s pout in his voice.

“Because,” you say. “It’s just another normal day. What’s there to celebrate?”

“Celebrate the fact that we’re alive another day,” he responds as if it were the most normal and obvious answer.

“I guess,” you mutter, mindlessly swinging your legs under the library table.

“Whatever,” he scoffs. “Should we go to Benny’s Place for dinner?”

You nod, then hum in response once you realize he couldn’t see you.

“See you at 6,” Jungkook says with a weirdly soft voice and hangs up.

“See you,” you whisper, despite the fact that he wouldn’t hear you.

Six o'clock. You hope he shows up.

\\

“Why’s the food taking so long today?” you sigh with impatience.

To your surprise, Jungkook was the one who actually arrived earlier than you at Bennys. When you saw him scrolling through his phone while sipping on some water, you couldn’t help but grin and yell a greeting as you bust through the door.

“Right?” Jungkook agrees, briefly looking around the restaurant. “But. . . it doesn’t seem like anyone else got their food either.”

You squint your eyes suspiciously at the other people around you who were also impatiently waiting around. A family of four were getting up from their seats, the mom visibly frustrated, the dad indifferent, the younger boy whining and the older one with a deadly look on her face.

Interesting family dynamic, you note.

Over in the middle, there were two pairs of couples. The one by the corner looked quite sad. The woman was sighing, fiddling with her straw as the man in front of her was blatantly smiling down at his lit-up phone.

The other was much younger. They looked like high school students who were just beginning to date. You watch with a smile as they giggle at each other, obviously in their own little world, too infatuated with each other to have awareness of their surroundings.

Jungkook glances up at you as you observe the people sitting around. He can’t help but grin at how you looked as if you were drawing out each and every person’s life story in your brain.

Seeing a glimpse of Jungkook’s bunny teeth, you whip your head around and make startling eye contact with him.

Jungkook sputters out water, not expecting you to turn around so quickly.

You laugh as you reach for the napkin holder and pluck out the cheap, non-absorbant napkins.

“Are you okay?” you ask between laughs, unable to wipe the silly grin off your face.

Jungkook nods, letting out a breathy laugh. “Sorry. Your face scared me.”

You playfully scoff at his teasing smile. “Why? Too beautiful for you?”

Jungkook rolls his eyes despite the blush coming up his cheeks. “It’s blinding.”

You giggle as he plays along.

“Your ugliness,” he finishes with a short laugh.

“Hey!,” you softly shout in a scolding tone, grabbing your straw to flick some water at him.

You stick out your tongue as Jungkook yelps over dramatically.

At that moment, Jungkook’s phone lights up with a text message. You don’t mean to pry as your eyes automatically flit towards the light nearly finishing reading the caller ID, but it’s gone from your view.

Jungkook grabs his phone, almost frantically, shooting you an awkward smile before his eyes scan the text.

You grow slightly nervous at the exceedingly grim expression Jungkook’s smile was turning into.

“Is something wrong?” you ask, unable to hide the disappointment in your tone.

Jungkook winces at your voice, knowing that you knew and were expecting him to bail out. “Uh. . .”

You look at him expectantly as Jungkook gulps and heaves out a sigh.

You let out a laugh in disbelief. “Kook. Just go.”

Jungkook’s eyes widen in guilt. “What?”

“Go wherever you go whenever you bail during our hangouts.”

Jungkook face contorts with conflict. “Y/N. I’m-”

“I know you’re sorry,” you say sharply. “I don’t need your apologies anymore. I don’t need any excuses. Whatever’s going on with you, I don’t want to hear it because obviously I’m not worth it to know from the beginning.”

“No. Y/N,” Jungkook desperately tries to meet your eyes. “It’s not like that.”

You bury your head into your hands. “Just go, Jungkook. To Nari or to Tae, I don’t know. Just go.”

After a few moments of silence, you timidly look up, watching Jungkook’s eyes critically scan his phone and sigh with a deep frown.

Feeling your stare, he looks up, eyes immediately softening at the sight of you slightly slumped over in disappointment.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry,” Jungkook says with such sincerity that it takes you aback. “I promise I’ll make it up to you. Just. . . Stay here for like ten minutes?”

Yes. It was fine. He must have a good reason to leave. You recall the brief interaction you had with Spiderman about a week ago. Maybe Jungkook had a really good reason like Spiderman did that he couldn’t tell you.

“Okay,” you nod with a shaky exhale. “I’ll wait.”

Jungkook briefly smiles, feeling a rush of relief at your reply.

“Only ten minutes,” you state firmly, crossing your arms across your chest as Jungkook frantically nods, quickly rushing out the booth and stumbling out the door.

You sigh, ready to depressingly stuff your face with fries (if your order ever got to you), then get an idea.

Why not just follow him out?

Was it an invasion of privacy?

For your own sake, you shake that thought out of your head and decide quite recklessly that you were going to see what the hell Jeon Jungkook was up to for the past few months.

In fear of losing him, you whip out some bills to cover for the labor charge of the waiter getting water for the two of you, swinging your bag over your shoulder. You run out the doors of Benny’s and look around down the sidewalk. You quickly spot Jungkook as he turned a corner down the left sidewalk.

Good thing he hadn’t gone very far, you think with relief as you break into a run after his shadow.

You pant as you start to turn the corner and face a dead end.

Geez. You were completely out of shape.

You look around the short and narrow alleyway that’s blocked by a whole wall of bricks.

“Jungkook?” you call out, confused. There was no way he just disappeared. There was nowhere to go.

Swish.

You whip around at the noise to face the city’s superhero, once again.

Spiderman.

“AH!” you yelp, jolting back at the sudden sight of the contracting eyes on Spiderman’s suit.

“L-Lady,” Spiderman stammers, shocked. “What are you doing here?”

You stutter, trying to compose your figure by briefly combing through your hair and straightening your wrinkled shirt. “I thought. . . I thought I saw my friend running in here.”

You trail off, taking the short time to observe the man in front of you. He seemed to be similar to Jungkook’s height. No, he was Jungkook’s height. He had the same broad, built form, and the way he was standing was quite too similar to the kid you called your best friend.

A loud siren sounds from the distance, making Spiderman’s head whip around in alarm.

“Hey uh,” he states, starting to run out of the alley. “I’ll see you later, but for now, go back into Bennys. It’s not safe on the streets at this time.”

Your foot moves forward on instinct, hand reaching out as if you were about to stop him but as usual, Spiderman swings up into the air, webs shooting out of his suit and taking him off to save another damsel in distress.

Huh. Weird. His voice sounds so similar to Jungkook’s.

There was no way, you gulp, toying with the idea of Jungkook being Spiderman.

How? Why?

If he was Spiderman, that would explain the several times Jungkook had to abruptly leave during a hangout and why he was so tired all the time.

You groan, the complicated thoughts hurting your head and instead make a mental note to have a serious talk about this with either Jungkook or Spiderman.

Whomever you ran into first.

\\

“Hello?” you say in a groggy voice, hand reaching up to your face to rub away the bleariness of your vision.

“Y/N?” a clear, way too bright voice answers.

You remove your phone from your ear and tap it to see the caller ID.

“Jungkook?” you squint. “It’s four am. What’s the matter?”

“I uh. . . Bennys was closed,” he rambles. “When. . . When I went back.”

You sigh, way too tired for this talk. “Don’t worry. I barely waited ten minutes. I forgot I had an essay due anyways.”

You guess it was a half-truth. You did barely wait ten minutes. I mean, you ran after him then ran into Spiderman and decided to just go home on the suspicion that Jungkook was Spiderman which meant that he would most likely not make it in time.

“Oh,” Jungkook responds, slightly relieved. “Well uh. . .It’s pretty late, huh.”

“What’s your point, Jungkook?” you bluntly ask, feeling your eyelids droop. “Why’d you call at 4 in the freaking morning?”

Jungkook hesitates before sighing into the speaker as if he were having an internal crisis. “I have to tell you something.”

Your eyes shoot open from their half-closed state at his words that sound weirdly determined. Was he going to tell you. . . Spiderman?

You push that assumption that was probably not at all true and instead nod. Whatever it was, it must be pretty important for him to call so late/early. Whichever way you saw it.

“Okay,” you say, trying to calm your rapidly beating heart that was going to fail if you didn’t stop thinking that Jungkook was the nation’s viral hero, Spiderman.

Jungkook takes in a breath, leaving you slightly confused before he breathes back out.

“I’m uh. . . actually in front of your apartment building.”

You slight gasp and willingly step out of the comfort of your mattress and fluffy blankets to walk over towards the window that had a street view to the entrance of your complex.

You spot Jungkook right away, taking in the image of him in a tattered white shirt that had an odd black blob on the side and the pair of sweats he always wore.

“I see you,” you state, despite the odd visual appearance. “Should I go down?”

You see Jungkook shake his head as he starts to limp over to the entrance. “No. Is it okay if I go up?”

He’s limping. You gulp, afraid of the pain Jungkook was in and if he really was the superhero.

“Hello?” Jungkook asks, pausing in his steps and taking your silence as an indication that he had overstepped boundaries. “Shoot. Sorry. I should’ve asked before just showing up.”

“No no,” you say, forgetting that he had asked you a question because of his limping form. “Sorry. Still kinda tired. You can come up right now.”

“Okay,” Jungkook states then hangs up the call. You gulp, watching as Jungkook seems to flinch as he gently presses his hand against the blob on his shirt.

Was that blood? Was he hurt?

Alarm bells ring in your head as your legs take off out of your room and out your apartment door and into the hallway.

You anxiously wait at the elevator, hearing it whirr to life, indicating that Jungkook was making his way up to your floor.

The elevator bell dings and the doors slide open to reveal Jungkook leaning against the wall, obviously in pain as he clutches his side and tiredly looks up.

“Y/N?” Jungkook slightly gasps in surprise, not expecting you to be outside waiting for him.

You sigh, a deep frown etched onto your face as you slowly step towards him.

“Why are you. . . bleeding?” you ask, heart literally breaking as you see the physical wounds on his body.

Was he really Spiderman?

“Oh, this,” Jungkook nervously laughs, earning a firm gaze to the side of his face.

You sigh, eyes flickering away from the gash on his cheek and bloodied corner of his lip. You hurriedly move beside him to grasp his arm, mind finally catching up to the current situation of him bleeding out in the public elevator. “Hold on to me. Let’s go in.”

The words in Jungkook’s mouth seem to disappear as you gently take hold of his arm, your warmth spreading to the side of Jungkook’s cold, pained body that makes him unconsciously lean into your touch.

After a moment of struggling to get your front door open, you help Jungkook over to your room, setting him down onto the bed.

“Wait here,” you state and run out of the room to grab a glass of water. You place it haphazardly on your nightstand for Jungkook to drink then head right back out to grab a wet washcloth and the first aid kit.

Once you get inside, you see Jungkook shifting to get more comfortable and a nearly empty glass propped up on the nightstand.

“Lean against the headboard,” you say, crouching down on your knees so you were eye level with his wounds.

You nervously chew on the dead skin of your lips and tentatively reach over to the end of Jungkook’s shirt.

You glance up. “Can I?”

Jungkook nods, breath slightly hitching as you lift up his shirt to reveal a gash running across his side.

“Oh my goodness,” you breath out, dropping the shirt and looking away.

You weren’t very good with blood.

“I hope you’re aware that I have no idea how to take care of wounds,” you inform him, fiddling with the dusty first aid kit that you’ve never opened before.

You see Jungkook nod from the corner of your eye.

“I can do it,” he states in a tiny voice, making you whip around in surprise.

“What?” you yelp.

Jungkook shrugs in response, starting to reach over for the kit before leaning back in pain.

You let out a small noise and quickly move the first aid kit next to him so he can look through it to find whatever he needed.

You reach over again, lifting up Jungkook’s shirt higher and gently press the wet washcloth around the gash to wipe away some blood while he continues to dig in the box.

“Ow ow ow,” Jungkook whines, leaning away from your touch. “Be gentle! You’re putting too much pressure on it!”

You roll your eyes. “Shut up you big baby. This wouldn’t be hurting if you hadn’t gotten this cut in the first place.”

A few beats of silence go by as you finish up cleaning it up a bit and grab a swab and pour some alcohol.

“After this, you can do whatever it is to treat the wound,” you mutter, as you timidly tap against the cut with the swab. “My knowledge is limited to disinfecting with alcohol swab.”

Jungkook’s abs that you’ve never seen before and definitely refuse to oogle at right now, clench at the sting of the disinfectant as he weakly breathes out an okay.

“Are you not going to ask?” he asks, eyes gazing at you curiously as you focus in on the cut.

“Will you able to answer all of my questions?” you sigh, hopelessly.

Jungkook eagerly nods as you glance up at him.

You let out a breathy laugh at his enthusiasm and shake your head.

“Well, first things first,” you state, ignoring the way Jungkook nervously chews his lower lip. “How’d you get hurt?”

Jungkook hesitates as if he were having an internal conflict then sighs. “Do you want the truth?”

You look up at him confused, retracting the cloth and gesture for him to start stitching himself up. “I mean. . . Yes? Why would I be asking if I’m expecting to hear a lie?”

Jungkook busies himself with the spool of thread and needle, looking away from your pointed gaze.

The curiosity eats you up and you decide that you can’t hold it in any longer. “Are you Spiderman?”

Jungkook whips his head over to you, eyes blown wide, not having expected any word of Spiderman to ever be leaving your mouth.

“Uh,” Jungkook’s eyes dart away as he seems to realize that there was no way you were going to believe him if he tried to deny it after limping in bloodied up in your apartment at four in the morning.

“Yeah. . . No point in denying it now,” Jungkook half-heartedly laughs with a sigh.

“That’s for sure,” you sigh, quietly watching as Jungkook grabs the stitching tools to patch himself up. You shudder as he goes through the movements as if they were second nature. How often did he bleed out like this?

“How’d you know?” he asks, trying to distract you from watching him suture the gash. He clamps down his teeth to make sure no sound of any pain leaks out through his lips. If he was alone in his dorm room, he wouldn’t hesitate to hiss, but now that you were right next to him, Jungkook fears to make a sound in case that would be the one trigger point that makes you crack.

You shrug, immersed back in your thoughts by Jungkook’s successful attempt. “How can I not? I mean, I didn’t have a clue in the beginning. But yesterday, you disappeared like every other time and it perfectly lined up with Spiderman’s appearance in the back alley. Then I realized all those times you ditched were followed by another Spiderman spotting at a crime scene. Also, it’s not like your onesie has some kind of voice changer or anything. You should probably consider adding that. What if someone finds out?”

“You found out,” Jungkook states, making you roll your eyes.

“I meant someone like. . . Taehyung,” you say for example. “He would blab it all out to the press.”

Jungkook nods considerably. “I. . . never really thought of that.”

“Wait a minute,” you mutter, recounting the times you’ve interacted with Spiderman. Or - just Jungkook in a red and blue spider suit.

“Hm?” Jungkook hums, patiently waiting for the rusty gears in your brain to turn as he finishes up his stitching.

“You met me as Spiderman a total of three times!? And you still didn’t tell me!?” you ask bewildered.

He lightly chuckles, shaking his head. “I couldn’t.”

You scrunch your nose at his simple response. “What do you mean?”

Jungkook finally snaps the end of the thread, carefully grabbing the damp towel to dab at the now completely stitched wound. “If any of the criminals I fight with find out that someone like you knows my identity, you’ll be in danger.”

“What do you mean ‘someone like me’?”

Jungkook’s hands pause, eyes slightly frantic when they glance over to meet your confused pupils.

“Someone. . . that’s important to me,” he states, trying to contain his emotions from peeking out between his words.

You still, heart slightly beating a bit rapidly.

Oh frick. I’m important to him? ALERT ALERT ALERT. I’M IMPORTANT TO HI-

“What else do you want to know?” Jungkook asks quickly in fear that you would read too much into his words and find out his actual meaning.

You look up in surprise from his sudden interruption of your thoughts and sigh, standing up to sit on the edge of the bed beside him. “Well. . . how’d you even become Spiderman?”

Jungkook sighs, slightly frowning. “Yetrim called me.”

“Professor Yetrim’s internship that you did?”

Jungkook nods. “That was when he explained all these superheroes he was creating in other planets and he wanted to start off with me on Earth.”

“And you agreed?” you ask with shock. The idea sounded quite absurd and never would you have expected Jungkook to willingly agree with the proposal.

Jungkook looks at you with a lopsided smile. “He offered money and a place to stay. You know my family.”

You grow quiet at that. Of course Jungkook would do it. He would do anything for his struggling parents and brother who lived back down in his hometown.

“He gave you the suit and all?” you ask, trying to move away from the sensitive topic of his family.

“Yeah,” Jungkook answers. “And some web-shooters.”

“Web shooters?” you repeat with skepticism.

Jungkook slightly smiles at your confused expression and decides to show you. He lifts up his right arm and presses down making a white, slightly moist substance to shoot out from the gadget strapped onto his wrist.

You gasp, head whipping around to the web that was now stuck onto the opposite side of the room.

“A-And you just fly around the whole city using those!?” you ask, pitch rising as you realize how dangerous it was.

Jungkook slightly winces at your tone. “Yes?”

Your posture slumps over as you sigh in defeat. “Jungkook. I’m. . .”

He looks down, focusing his gaze on the wet towel that now lays limp on the nightstand.

You sigh. “Did you know that you were going to be doing this?”

Jungkook’s brows form a crease in thought. “Yes and no. Yes, I knew it was going to involve some type of interaction with the law since it was the superhero type of thing. But no, I didn’t know it would become my everyday life.”

You hesitate, taking in the way your best friend and crush was weakly leaning against your headboard with eyes turned away from you, stitched up and still bloodied up in the face.

“But I can’t stop, Y/N,” Jungkook states firmly. “It’s hard. Both physically and mentally. But there’s so many people who need help and if I have that ability I can’t just leave them and hope that the police will get to them in time.”

You let silence fall in between the two of you and finally decide how to respond.

“Well, I’m here to help you,” you finally say after an inner debate of what you needed Jungkook to hear. Jungkook looks up in slight surprise, not having expected you to offer him support.

Geez, were you that downgrading?

You reach back over to the kit and grab the Neosporin and a Q-Tip. You quickly squeeze some of the medicine out onto the swab and shift closer to Jungkook.

Jungkook holds his breath, head slightly tilting back closer to the wall as you gently grab his chin and lean forward to dab the small cuts on his forehead, cheeks, and lips.

He takes in your tired but focused form: eyes on the verge of being unfocused and droopy, lips slightly pouted in fatigue, the slight grayness of your eye bags, and frizzled hair.

“I would say to not be that whole spiderman thing and take care of yourself, but,” you pause, looking up into Jungkook’s doe eyes that stare back at you with fondness and hope. “People do need you.”

Jungkook slightly grins as you look away slightly flustered and remove your hands from his face.

“Just. . .” you sigh, hands fiddling with the frayed edge of your bed sheet. “Make sure you’re getting enough sleep.”

“Okay,” Jungkook responds with more energy.

“And keep up with your studies.”

“Of course.”

“You can ask me for notes, or others in your class,” you add. “There’s so many people willing to help.”

Jungkook hums, eyes observing the way your brows are furrowed as your thoughts get deeper.

“Get home as quickly as you can after one of your. . . missions or whatever you call it,” you continue, turning to give Jungkook a look. “You’re still human. Be care-”

Jungkook cuts you off with his shoulder blade, muffling the last of your words as his strong arms firmly wrap around your waist in a hug. You hear him sigh, making a shiver run down your spine as he slightly adjusts himself so his chin rests comfortably on your shoulder.

You force the stiffness of your limbs to relax and let your body go nearly limp in his arms, your arms going around Jungkook’s body as well.

This was new.

“Thanks,” Jungkook says, barely over a whisper.

“For. . . For what?” you stammer, hoping that he couldn’t feel your rapidly increasing heartbeat.

Jungkook breathily laughs. “For everything. Thanks for letting me in your apartment and letting me get patched up. Thanks for not being furious with me. Thanks for caring.”

The edge of your lips quirk up into a smile as you pull back from the hug. You find it odd how Jungkook’s arms hesitate, pulling away with reluctance as if he didn’t want to let you go.

You push that idea out of your mind, convincing yourself that you were once again, overanalyzing every single movement.

You poke Jungkook’s cheek, making him pull the face he always pulled whenever you treated him like a kid. “Of course, Kook. What are friends for?”

Jungkook’s expression slightly falls, but before you can ask what’s wrong he hums, reaching up to ruffle your hair messily.

It suddenly triggers a memory of him in the red and blue suit, tucking a loose piece of hair behind your ear with a flirty laugh.

“You know you’re awfully confident when you’re Spiderman?” you blurt, eyes narrowing as Jungkook smile confusedly.

“Really? How so?”

You shrug. “You’re just flirty I guess.”

Jungkook pauses, a slight smirk gracing his lips that were slowly getting closer to you.

Wait what?

The sheets rustle as Jungkook completely leans forward towards you, making you instinctively lean backward, hands propping up behind yourself to support your leaning body.

“I mean it’s not like I can flirt with you without a mask,” he murmurs bluntly, shocking you by his sudden confession.

“What?”

Jungkook’s eyes slightly widen as if he just processed what he said. He decides to ignore it and instead rushes up onto his feet, only to groan and slightly hunch over in pain.

“Jungkook!” you gasp, scrambling off the bed to tentatively hold onto his arm to help him towards the door, the previous interaction pushed to the back of your mind.

He shakes his head, gently waving you off, trying to get you as far as possible so you don’t see his hot, red cheeks. “I’m okay. Just a sting. I’m gonna crash on the couch if that’s okay.”

“No!” you say in a scolding tone, forcibly dragging him back to your bed. “You’re literally in pain! Sleep here tonight. I’ll sleep on the sofa.”

Jungkook opens his mouth to protest but you rush out the room before he can breathe out a word.

You sigh as you head towards the cabinets near the bathroom where you kept the extra sheets and pillow. You throw them out onto the couch and plop down into the cushiness of the fluffy blankets, snuggling into the surprisingly comfy couch.

Shifting, you stare at the warm glow your nightstand that was still on in your bedroom, your mind recalling Jungkook’s words he blurted out just a minute ago.

You shake it off, turning away from the light and shutting your eyes closed, ignoring the hopeful fluttering sensation in your chest.

All you thought about as you drifted off to sleep was how Jungkook was Spiderman.

Your best friend and the man you think you may love was the city’s hero.

[stimmypaw]

stimmypaw reads Thunder & Shadow, another blog post

much like the first time, I am continuing to read A Vision of Shadows for the first time and sharing my thoughts as I go! This post of course has a bunch of spoilers for Thunder and Shadow. It’s all in the read more, have fun!

I'm so glad echosong is okay but what will she do??? Where will she go??? I'm so worried

I don't like it that Briarlight is stuck in the medicine den all day, love to see her playing with kits and showing her strength tho she's so sweet and good she deserves better

Now littlecloud is sick too???? Fuck!!!!

Also seems Needlepaw and Alderpaw haven't managed to get along better yet, maybe Alderpaw can talk to her through Leafpool since she's going to Shadowclan?

Also graystripe is awful as always and I love him 2 bits

I love Rowanstar's character too, he's so stupidly proud. Shadowclan has a fun trend of having a long line of mediocre to awful leaders and I feel bad for Tawnypelt, Shadowclans braincell who should be leader.

Jayfeather is gonna miss his friends

YES, SKYCLAN!!!! SKYCLANNNN

Twigkit lifting her front paws im 💖💖💖💖 AAAAA BABY

Graystripe :] he's silly

Omg feather time

If something bad happens to this feather ill fraud my taxes I will commit many crimes this delivery must happen safely and if anyone takes it from violetkit I will Kill

Omg sleekpaw don't be so mean poor littlecloud :c medicine cats are important!!

I see alderpaw leaving his feather behind alderpaw get it to violetkit Now

Oh God imagine being puddlekit, shadowclan needs to get its shit together real fast

Leafpool is just that picture (i do not see) while trying to process the mess they got her in

OKAY SO I'm glad he's getting along with needlepaw and that he can finally give violetkit her feather but LITTLECLOUD GUYS??? LITTLECLOUD?????????

My heart melted with violetkit, this was so sweet, why are the queens so mean to her??? She's just an autistic icon bro!! Like every cat I like in these books.

Alderpaw: hey I have an idea, why don't we commit crimes?

Needlepaw: FINALLY I THOUGHT YOUD NEVER ASK

VIOLETKIT POINT OF VIEW FINALLY???? FUCK YES YESSSS YES YES SHADOWCLAN TIME IM SO HAPPY THIS IS SO COOL

Last time this happened the character immediately died tho

Hm

I am suffering for violetkit

i wish violetkit would spend more time with leafpool im sure she’d be caring maybe?? maybe im just desperate for violetkit to be loved

no one here knows how to treat a kit

OH YES YESSS

YESSSSSSSSSSSSS SSAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATHEYRE TOGETHER AGAIN

im so sad

im 

broooooo

aaaaa i hope needlepaw treats violetkit better from now on, this is hearbreaking.

Fuck I knew it, the rogues are coming for them aren’t they? And where’s Skyclan now????? fuck fuck fuck

ok I have no clue who Fernsong is but he’s funny already why is he like this what is happening why is he blocking them from looking at Honeykit while talking about how worried he is about her?? Absolutely misterious I love him

  Jayfeather 🤝 Yellowfang

 “I don’t want kits around me”

oh the girls are fighting

oh the girls ARE fighting

furzepelt had a cool name im sorry to hear he only existed to die immediately :c

onestar also is very proud, im glad he accepted help this time tho

SPARKPAW MED CAT MOMENT HAHAH

i forgot bumblestripe was a cat and i was wondering if it was just a typo for bramble

also what’s up with dove and tiger??? i forgot everything about their relationship in the previous books because i don’t care about it and the erins tend to write some pretty boring straight couples

the way they’re described makes me feel like needlepaw and sleekpaw are just differently colored versions of each other at times, are they related?? they don’t seem to be.

and here’s the bit that’s previewed, oh boy, it must have been seriously scary being violetkit, but i hope they don’t convince her the clans hate her :c thunderclan likes her shadowclan just sucks

What do these background cats want from Twigkit???? To shoot lasers out of her eyes?? I guess she isn’t magical or anything but also she’s just a kit??? Firepaw was also just a kittypet and he’s a big deal :/// y’all just don’t get it, I hope Twigkit doesn’t get Dovepaw’s protagonist anxiety

I know Twigkit is being scolded but this scene is just so cute like Jayfeather is just tucking her in a moss bed while being mad at her for leaving camp

Thats another one I need to draw i love them

SPARKPELT YESSSSS YESS SYE SYES YES 🎊🎉🎉🎉🎊🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈💖💖💖💖💖💕💖💕💖💕💖💕💕

Mothwing ableist????? That's cringe

Omg poor kestrelflight

Jayfeather misses Leafpool so bad, Puddlepaw must feel awful though

OLD AGE? H HOW OLD IS LEAFPOOL THEN???

?????? OH GOD IM LOVING THIS???

This apprentice rebellion is Nuts its so good oh fuck!!! I'm loving whats happening here its awful and perfect

Violetkit is getting bitter :c she needs 2 be embraced and loved stat

She is also clearly getting some bad dependency and abandonment issues, desperate to do anything to please so she won't be left alone again :c

FUCK NO NO NO AAAA NEEDLEPAW WHAT WWERE YOU THUNKING??????? JESUS POOR VIOLETKIT

Kitnapping, this is bad

Oh, very interesting

These apprentices and rogues are so smart god this is a perfect plan

Twigkit absolutely is the sunshine

I love her interactions with Alderpaw, I wish she had gotten to see her sister

In comparison Violetkit looking around camp desperate for attention is awful

Oh fuck bribing

NEEDLEPAW DONT BE MEAN TO VIOLETKIT :C

Oh fuck ou fuck the 4chan kids are angry

??? BRO WHAT??? DONT KICK OUT VIOLETKIT, THATS WHY YOUR APPRENTICES TURNED INTO ANCAPS DAMN

I'm angy

Oh no

Something bad happened :c

Bramblestar: good day!

Rowanstar: Oh Is it??? You could say that while starving in winter, cringe ass

Mistystar: its not winter tho

Onestar: well you're fat

God rowanstar must be obliterated

Hey where's the rowanstars maps use idk loon on a lake or something this man has angst!!!

I appreciate Ivypool is her mentor, at least Someone is honest about whats going on and hey they can both relate on the fear of not being special! Ivypool can be very good to Twigpaw im counting on her

Oh fuck

Violetpaw sounds like she's in trouble with the rogues :c aa

AAAA TWIGPAWWWW AAAA

Violetpaw don't be mean about your sister :C she misses you so bad

Sleekwhisker is like that dad that let his kid starve until she learned to open a bean can she didn't want

Holy fuck

Aaaa violetpaw D:

Jesus christ that was awful

That was so intense I was so nervous for Violetpaw, I'm really happy for her now aaaa

Another gathering already? Wowie

I hope Shadowclan gets those herbs soon :c

I see he appeal in FernIvy and I appreciate it

Violetpaw and Twigpaw sharing a den my heart......this is IT

Jayfeather: I want to steal

I'm listening to Burn Pygmalion! and "viscious kin" is very fitting for this series ehhehe

I love violetpaw and twigpaw btw

IM CRYING

I cant believe Alderpaw is an all lives matter kinda guy

Yesss rebel get those herbs alreadyyy

Starclan has agreed to let kestrelflight kill onestar, goodbye onestar /j

Epic I love you harespring

Alderpaw being confused at Jayfeather saying he is proud is the Best

What an ending! Terrifying and hopeful at the same time, I am very excited to see the hijinks Bramblestar and Rowanstar will get into and how they will go searching for Skyclan, it was PAINFUL to have that prologue talking about them with 0 hope of them showing up again Nothing Nada Zilch, feels like that and the ending were just 2 remind us that that was still the major plot point hahaha, I appreciate it I guess. I'm glad Violetpaw and Twigpaw are on uh good terms despite it all, not very ideal and they're both upset but they still consider each other siblings and know they care about each other :'0 Alderheart getting his name is epic too!!! I was hoping he would soon. I loved everything about his interactions with Jayfeather here, loved all the characterizations really it was just top notch, Onestar being a bastard, Needletail, OH AND SHADOWCLAN JOINING THE ROGUES, top notch!!!! The ancap apprentices were a riot.

This was a good book!!! Flowed very nicely and smoothly, reading in shadowclan's point of view for more than around 3 chapters was great. I can barely wait for the rest!!! Will Violetpaw find belonging in this new era of Shadowclan??? Or will she leave again??? Will Alderheart somehow figure out where Skyclan is and get them together at the lake??? Will Twigpaw get all the spicy details of Dovewing's secret romance with Tigerheart??? Who knows!! But I am very excited to find out what happens next :D

[sebthesnipe]

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Ship: Prinxiety and Logicality

Original story based on this wonderful post by @underdog-arts

Roman shifted in his sleep, curling protectively closer around the swaddled bundle in his arms. He had moved from the spot against the tree, where he had been dozing at some point during the night, careful not to jostle Virgil too much.

Patton chewed his bottom lip absently as he stared at the two, concern furrowing his brow. He couldn’t shake the feeling that he had messed this whole thing up with his overprotective nature. He shouldn’t have come on so strong when he and Logan had rushed to the men’s aid. He was just so worried at the time. 

Roman gave a small shiver, tightening his hold around the raccoon, and drawing it closer against his chest for warmth. Patton gave a squeak at the sight. It was just so adorable! He shifted to dig into the pack next to him, producing a blanket before pushing to his feet. 

It was obvious that the dragon meant to cover the two, protecting them from the cool night air but he hesitated. The memory of Roman recoiling from his touch flashed across the forefront of his mind, causing him pause. Did Roman recoil out of fear? Was it just the stress of the moment? Or perhaps, it was disgust. From what Logan had told the smaller man, Roman had the grand notion that dragons were barbaric monsters meant to be slain by knights and heroes. It was no wonder he drew back at Patton’s touch. 

“Um… Logan?” the man’s small voice came as he clutched the blanket to his chest, beginning to shake slightly as he glanced down at the witch who was currently taking stock of their provisions. 

“Yes, Patton?” Logan replied, too distracted to glance up at the moment. 

Patton hesitated, feeling silly about his next request. “Roman looks cold,” he commented. 

Logan took a moment to set aside the rations he had been counting before glancing over at the prince briefly. He took in the sight of Patton hovering by the fire, blanket clutched against his chest. For a moment, the image of a small child clinging to a favored stuffed animal for courage came to mind, despite how ridiculous the notion was when compared to the god-like power the man before him possessed. Still, the look on the dragon’s face was disconcerting. 

“Perhaps you should offer him the blanket?” Logan offered in confusion. Patton nodded, gaze still on the sleeping prince a few feet away. He didn’t move. 

“Patton?” Logan asked softly, studying the way he toyed nervously with the corner of the fabric and how his bottom lip was slightly swollen from the worry of his teeth. “Is everything alright?”

“I just…” the dragon began but paused, unsure of what to say. It was foolish, he knew, but he was scared. What if Roman never warmed up to him again? What if Patton never got to be apart of that bright smile that he always flashed when Patton made a horrible joke? What if he never got to feel one of the man’s overly flamboyant embraces? Roman gave the best hugs! “I just don’t think it would be a good idea if I did it,” he admitted finally turning his attention to the tall witch. 

Logan’s confusion only grew at the admission, trying to piece together what could possibly make providing a blanket to someone in need of one a bad idea. Perhaps it was one of those odd social etiquette rulings that he never quite understood. Typically, right about now, Virgil would be chiming in with a sarcastic comment or sassy remark to provide him with some context on the matter. However, given his companion’s state of unconsciousness, it appeared he was on his own for now. 

“Isn’t that why you retrieved the bedding to begin with?” Logan asked curiously. The question had Patton’s brows furrowing further, making it appear as if he were about to cry. “Or perhaps the blanket is not the problem!” Logan rushed. He did not handle others crying well. Comfort was most certainly not a strong suit of his.

“C-could…” Patton stuttered, voice cracking softly as he hugged the folded material against his chest. “Could you maybe…” he continued, giving the witch a pleading look as he trailed off. 

“Could I take the blanket to him?” Logan clarified, earning another small dip of Patton’s head in affirmation. “Certainly.”

Tension drained from Patton’s shoulders as Logan moved to stand. 

The witch offered an outstretched hand to collect the blanket. Patton paused, unsure for only a brief moment before handing it over, wrapping his now empty hands around himself for warmth. 

Logan offered what he hoped was a reassuring smile before turning towards the sleeping prince. Patton’s gaze followed the shirtless pagan as he turned his back to the dragon. The wounds were still visible in the moon’s pale light, making discolored patches appeared darker than they had in daylight. The sight was just as disturbing as when Patton had spotted it through the witch’s glamour when they had first met.

Logan unfurled the blanket in one efficient movement before draping it over Roman’s sleeping form, making sure to cover Virgil as well. He knelt to check up on the fur covered beast wrapped in Roman’s cloak. 

Logan hid his pain well, but Patton could see through the composed exterior. Each of Logan’s movements were no doubt agonizing. The fact that he managed to hide it so well was impressive. For a human, death would probably be preferable to the torture of a simple breath. So, why then was Logan so determined to survive? What drove him? That was the whole point of the venture wasn’t it; to discover a way for him and Virgil to live without the tie to their master? 

Was it revenge? No, Logan didn’t seem the type to be driven by such a dark emotion. Perhaps it was out of spite? No, again that wasn’t very fitting of the man. He certainly was an enigma. There wasn’t much that Patton came across anymore that caused him such confusion. Logan, however, was a puzzle he was looking forward to solving. 

The witch straightened once more, the moonlight brushing against the crest of his dark hair, catching on his mismatched eyes. He was very attractive to be sure. It had been quite a long time since Patton had seen anything that could compare. The fact that anyone would wound such a beautiful being in such a way was an atrocity. 

“Are you alright, Patton?” Logan asked softly, stopping just short of the smaller individual. 

“Hm?” Patton hummed, glancing up from where he had begun to stare off, losing himself in his thoughts. “Oh. Yes! I’m fine! I’m great!” the dragon rushed, perhaps a bit too cherrily. 

Logan’s lips pursed into a thin frown at the answer, pausing to consider his response. “Patton, I understand that you are a magnificent creature that I couldn’t even begin to comprehend,” he replied softly, making the shape-shifter glance away with a flush, “but from what I have observed you have the same complex and intense emotions as we humans. Perhaps, even more so. Yet, it appears that you hide them with an overly pleasant exterior."

Patton's frown returned at the accusation, though he took no offense. The fact that Patton was so transparent was just a bit surprising to the man. 

"I cannot pretend that I have proficient knowledge or experience with emotions, but I can assume that keeping those feeling bottled up cannot be healthy. It is okay to feel things that are not pleasant. Virgil once informed me, and forgive me for the terminology, ‘Feeling like…" Logan hesitated, uncomfortable with the idea of cursing in front of the smaller man. Despite the knowledge that Patton was an ancient being capable of phenomenal cosmic magic, he always seemed so innocent to the witch. "’S-shit’," he stuttered, gauging the dragon's reaction curiously. Patton offered a small upturn of his lips in amusement, spurring Logan to continue, "Feeling like shit can be good because it makes the good feelings better than they were before,’” that earned a small huff of laughter from the small man. “While the phrasing is a bit unpolished, I believe he had a point.”

Patton rubbed his upper arm absently as the man spoke. Logan was intelligent beyond his years, that much was clear. For someone that claimed to be ignorant of a lot of things, Logan understood Patton more than he had expected. The fact that the witch was not only brave enough to point out his disillusion, but was obviously trying to comfort him about it was endearing.

Logan took Patton’s silence as an indication of the witch’s overstep and tensed. “Of course, it is completely likely that I am mistaken. I cannot pretend to know-”

“Logan,” Patton chuckled, finally meeting his gaze with a soft smile, “It’s fine, kiddo. You’re not mistaken,” he reassured.

Logan relaxed slightly at the reassurance, offering his own smile in return. “Would you like to talk about it?” 

“I dunno,” the dragon shrugged, ducking his head in embarrassment. “It’s kind of a lot and I don’t like icky feelings. I prefer the happy fun ones that make everyone smile,” he added, forcing a grin as he bounced on his heels for emphasis, “I just… don’t know if I can provide those right now,” he sighed.

“Well,” Logan offered, “perhaps, since it is just you and me at the moment, you can allow yourself to properly manage those ‘icky’ feelings?” he offered, with an arched brow. 

Patton’s softed smile returned as he peered up at the taller man. “Yeah… I guess that wouldn’t be so bad.” 

“Good,” Logan huffed mirroring the soft expression as he lifted his arms. “Perhaps, an embrace might be preferable?” he offered, unsure if this was the appropriate course of action.

However, the suggestion had Patton instantly beaming. Logan had never offered him a hug before! In fact, He had never seen the man offer anyone a hug before! Only Roman had ever allowed Patton to hug him!

The dragon preened, feet dancing as he bounced from one to another in his excitement, hands lifting to his mouth, digits tapping against the giant grin that split his face. A screech escaping him, high pitched enough that Logan was certain only dogs could hear. 

If that wasn’t affirmation enough, the dragon proceeded to launch himself into the witch’s embrace, arms tucked in close against his chest, far too conscious of the man’s wounds to return the embrace himself. 

Logan grunted at the impact, giving a low chuckle that rumbled through his chest as his limbs locked around the small form. Patton instantly melted, his own heat seeping into Logan’s cool skin pleasant as they stood next to the fire. Despite Patton’s immeasurable power, he somehow felt safe in the witch’s hold,  as though even his own nightmares couldn’t touch him there.

Patton had been so inequivalently wrong; Logan definitely gave the best hugs (but Roman was a close second).

To be continued...

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[goodlucktai]

grace requires nothing of me

good omens pairing: aziraphale/crowley word count: 3604 title borrowed from one by sleeping at last part 2 of the is there a better bet than love? series read on ao3

x

Crowley is doing a good job of dithering without looking like he’s dithering, slouched in the doorway as though he isn’t sure of his welcome, or he isn’t sure Aziraphale has thought this through.

Which is silly. Aziraphale has thought this through more than once.

“Don’t fuss,” the angel chides lightly. “Come here.”

Which is all it takes to coax the demon the rest of the way inside, though he crosses the room to the bed with a grumble. Aziraphale helps him out of his jacket, and then his silk shirt, and then the undershirt beneath that, and then a tanktop. He has to bite on the edge of an amused smile, or else Crowley will sulk, but he thinks its rather cute of his snake to seek that extra bit of warmth in every nook and corner he might find it.

“It is not,” Crowley gripes aloud, reading his mind with the ease of someone who has known and loved Aziraphale for more than six thousand years. He’s faced resolutely away and his bare shoulders are hunched, the skin there and on the tips of his ears turning a telling pink. “I’m cold-blooded, angel. Cute has nothing to do with it.”

“Of course not, dear,” Aziraphale capitulates easily. He can afford to surrender these little victories when he’s already won the greater prize. It’s an effort to keep his hands to himself in his eagerness. “May I see them now?”

Plucking anxiously at his trousers, Crowley ducks his head in what could have been a nod, except he doesn’t lift it again. And then he brings out his wings, filling the room like a dark rush of water.

(Crowley’s wings are black, yes, but that’s no way to judge a fellow’s character. Not all angel wings are white, the way humans tend to depict them in their art and literature; Gabriel’s are dove gray, and Uriel’s are shining gold. The Morningstar, before he Fell, had wings of every color. Aziraphale’s pale feathers, against the iridescent black and blues of Crowley’s, feel rather plain.

But--

Look at you, Crowley will say, awed. He will touch the faun brown and off-white cream with a reverence he keeps a secret all the rest of the time, with hands that are much too generous to belong to a proper demon. His eyes will linger on Aziraphale’s face, as though they can’t help themselves.

And Aziraphale will feel, for a welcome change, beautiful.)

But along with the familiar wings, as was their agreement, Crowley manifested the ruined skin that Aziraphale has never seen, the mark of a fallen angel that he has kept carefully hidden for all these years.

They cut across the long lines of his back, the raised burns eating from the smooth skin of his shoulder blades with jagged teeth.

Aziraphale wants to touch, to soothe them, but he doesn’t quite dare.

His dearest is tense and still; he hasn’t taken a breath since he bared his back. He is braced for something, it seems, something that he expects will hurt.

He hides his scars like he hides his eyes, and Aziraphale’s heart is so full it aches, fragile human thing that it is. He can’t bear to think of Crowley carrying this wound for so long, this angry, ancient, anguished thing.

And so he leans forward and presses his lips to Crowley’s shoulder, kisses the ruins of him so there can be no mistake. Crowley’s feathers are soft in Aziraphale’s hands, and beneath them, so are the scars.

“Look at you,” Aziraphale tells him, returning an old favor. “You’re perfect, you know. Just as you are. All that you are.”

He could stand to say it more, it seems. Crowley gropes blindly behind him until he finds one of Aziraphale’s hands and then he holds on as though he’s terrified he might fall again, fingers trembling, grip tight enough to bruise. Aziraphale hushes him, and draws him back until he’s safe in the circle of Aziraphale’s arms, the safest creature to be found on the whole of the earth with how far and how fiercely Aziraphale would go to protect him.

Aziraphale thinks the world could end around them, and his own wings could burn, and all else could be lost, and still he would be right here, holding his love.

“Perfect,” he presses against Crowley’s hair. “You’re perfect.”

#

It’s another intimate evening, another warm night in the bedroom above the bookshop, when Aziraphale asks, “Did it hurt?”

Crowley is pliant against his side, dozing with his eyes half-open because he sometimes forgets his eyelids when he’s sleepy. He hums at the feel of Aziraphale’s fingers brushing against the side of his face, tilting his head to chase the warmth.

“Did what hurt?”

“The Fall.”

As soon as the question is out, Aziraphale wishes he could take it back. He’s not sure he can bear the answer. He doesn’t want Crowley to have hurt back then, and doesn’t want him to hurt now, and isn’t sure where he found such thoughtless daring to broach the subject they’ve both avoided for millennia.

But after a brief pause, Crowley’s frozen surprise thaws, and his stiff, guarded lines smooth out. The slight weight of him goes boneless again as Aziraphale cards rueful fingers into his hair.  

“Must have done,” he murmurs. “Don’t really remember.”

Aziraphale loses his breath in a rush, relieved.

“What a mercy,” he says, and gathers Crowley up for a kiss. The demon whines, but resettles quickly enough atop Aziraphale’s chest-- always an opportunist, Aziraphale thinks wryly-- and then they are eager to distract one another from maudlin thoughts.

(He is right about the mercy, though he doesn’t know it yet.)

#

Nanael slices their hand open with a letter opener, somehow, bleeding from the meat of their palm. They stand there looking at the alarming swell of blood with an expression of mild surprise.

Aziraphale isn’t proud that his knee-jerk reaction is to snatch the rest of his mail out of the way of the drip. He assumes the younger angel is going to miracle the hurt away, and forgets how foreign life on earth is to them at large.

Thankfully, Crowley remembers.

“Nice one, Feathers,” he snaps, rounding the counter. He shoves his glasses up to his forehead, eyes absurdly yellow in the low light of the shop. “You trying to get yourself discorporated? Let me see.”

Nanael’s corporeal form is that of a young man in his early twenties, but the way they waffle beneath Crowley’s disapproval puts Aziraphale in mind of a scolded child. And really, they’re not even a whole millennia old.

Crowley takes them by the wrist and glares at the offending slice in their hand. With a gentle prod of his thumb, he miracles the hurt away.

Aziraphale intervenes then, to save his estranged little sibling what is probably shaping up to be a lengthy lecture, since Crowley’s caring tends to manifest that way; as though coughing up enough sharp edges will be enough to hide his soft heart. Aziraphale sets his mail aside and pats Crowley on the elbow, taking the wind out of his sails with a disarming smile.

“Well done, my dear, as always. Now what do you say about pulling the car around, hm? It’s well past time for lunch, and I’m rather in the mood for Greek.”

When the demon has gone, slouching out of the store with a surly expression that doesn’t fool Aziraphale in the slightest and hasn’t done since that first day in the garden, he gives Nanael a firm look.

“You must be more careful. Heaven isn’t in the business of handing out corporations freely, and especially not after clumsy mishaps. You’re doing yourself no favors, hanging around here as much as you do, so you really should strive to take caution.”

He doesn’t add anything about all the many clumsy mishaps of his own. He was only spared them, like Nanael was, by Crowley’s timely arrival and flagrant disregard for company policy, and he would prefer Nanael to abide by a better precedent. They can’t always count on Crowley to bail them out of trouble, even if he always has before.

But Nanael is staring at him, their hand still open and outstretched in front of them. They haven’t moved since Crowley was beside them. Their dark eyes are mystified.

“How did he do that?” they ask. “Demons can’t do that.”

Aziraphale frowns. “Nanael, whatever rot they’ve been feeding you Upstairs about the Fallen, I can assure you-- “

“No, not-- I didn’t mean it like that. I don’t mean he wouldn’t, I mean he can’t.” The angel touches their healed palm, folding careful fingers around where the cut sat moments ago, as though it’s a secret they should hide. “You need Grace to perform miracles. The Fallen are cut off from the Host, they can’t access that anymore. Demon’s powers are anti-miracles, really. They can’t do purely good.” They squint at Aziraphale, suspicion taking the place of confusion. “How don’t you know all this? You’ve been down here forever.”

Aziraphale doesn’t say there is a lot to learn down here, and I am still learning. He doesn’t say how much of that can you believe to be true, when your side and theirs won’t take the time to understand each other? He doesn’t say I have only known one demon, and he has always been good.

He looks at his young friend and listens to the sound of a Bentley honking impatiently outside the shop and doesn’t say anything at all. He’s thinking, instead.

About the Arrangement, about the years of trading an unwanted workload back and forth to make it more bearable, about the countless miracles under Aziraphale’s name that could actually be credited to a demon who shouldn’t have been capable of them.

About their charade after Armageddon, when they chose their faces wisely. He has walked in Crowley’s shape, he has known him down to the bone and sinew and soul. He thinks, surely, he would have felt the sudden absence of the Host as keenly as a puppet with its strings cut during every second of their charade. He thinks, surely, he would have recognized an emptiness where that light should have been, having lived with it since God breathed life into him eons ago.

But he didn’t notice anything missing at all.

#

(Who is there to compare Crowley to? What source is there for Aziraphale to draw understanding from? There has never been anyone like his love, not in all the turns of the earth.

Someone who Fell, not out of spite or malice, but hungry curiosity and countless unanswered questions; who spent whole afternoons with those humans in that garden he loved, who was fond of Eve and gave her the tool she needed to make her own choices because he saw himself in her endless, fearless wondering; who played the hand he was dealt without ever giving into bitterness or cruelty the way of the other angels in Hell, looking instead upon the humans with the amused affection and secondhand delight of an estranged uncle or a displaced step-sibling.

Aziraphale remembers a winter afternoon in 1783, all but forgotten after that close call during the Reign of Terror a decade later, when Crowley burst into his flat with shining eyes and mussed hair and clothes still rumpled from travel.

“They’re flying, angel!” he’d said, buoyed by his own disbelief and wonder and ecstatic, aching pride. “Two brothers in Annonay, they’ve built a balloon! They were only up for a few minutes, but they really flew!”

And how, Aziraphale thought back then, has thought a hundred times since, how could he have Fallen? This bright and beautiful thing? As close to blasphemy as he dared venture in those days, Aziraphale would look at Crowley with love a vast and painful secret in his heart and wonder how.)

#

Aziraphale has never been one to spring into action, tending instead towards study and reflection, and in that vein he might have sat on these new and alarming questions for years if left to his own devices.

But interference came in the form of a gaggle of angels, following Nanael back to Soho to see what they were getting up to in all these days spent on earth. They were stricken to find themselves cornered in the bookstore, as though they had betrayed the beloved place somehow. When they look around for help, they look to Crowley first.

He doesn’t disappoint.

“This isn’t a daycare center,” he says blithely. He’s still lounging, propped up on his elbows behind Aziraphale’s counter, but the lanky, lazy lines of his body are deceptive. “We’ve got all the holy feather dusters around here that I can stand, so you lot can see yourselves out now.”

Aziraphale taps his fingers against the table, hot ire rising like a tide inside him. It has barely been three years since the apocalypse that wasn’t, three years since their respective former bosses agreed to leave them be, and they can’t even begin to enjoy retirement.

The angels aren’t sense-blind, and seem wary to encroach any further into Aziraphale’s territory. But they are so like Nanael was those years ago when they first stood inside the door and glared at Crowley with an eternity of borrowed hatred they didn’t even understand, carried like a mantle or an inheritance they never learned how to leave behind.

It rankles, to have Crowley looked at like that. Here, of all places, in this corner of the world that belongs to them, where they have plotted and promised and argued and loved, always together.

Aziraphale says, with an edge of anger, “The three of you should leave.”

Three, not four. Nanael looks hopelessly gratified not to be included in that number, and slinks a little closer to the counter. One of Nanael’s sisters follows, her hand clenched in the pocket of a sensible sweater with nonsensical pom-poms hanging from the drawstrings.

“If the company of a demon did this to you, it can do it anyone,” she says. “I won’t allow anyone else to Fall.”

Her heart is in the right place, Aziraphale will grudgingly allow, much, much later. But her hand, fisted around a small bottle of enough holy water to do all the damage it needs to, is not.

She yanks Nanael to one side, and tosses the contents of the bottle over the counter, and Aziraphale is

one

second

too

slow.

He is too horrified to beg mercy, to spare even a word of prayer. The water falls, and lands, a damning splash against his dear love's skin.

The promise of the world ending, the Antichrist’s arrival, Lucifer himself clawing up from the pit, none of it, absolutely none of it was as frightening as that one second he was too slow.

Aziraphale is lightheaded with fear, nauseous with it, colliding with Crowley and grabbing him up in hands that shake and beginning to miracle away all of the damp that he can before it sets into the fetching leather of his jacket more than it already has.

Crowley blinks, the water dripping harmlessly from his damp fringe and the sharp jut of his chin, beading in his eyelashes like tiny pearls. There is no steam, no visible pain, no destruction. Crowley is befuddled but whole in his hands, alive, that stubborn heart racing furiously away inside him.

“Angel,” he says, and it comes out sounding afraid.

Aziraphale says, "Shh, I've got you," and there is a long, long moment after that where absolutely no one else moves or speaks or even breathes.

And then Aziraphale, to put it politely, loses his temper.

#

“Must have been a bluff,” Crowley says much later, when the unwanted angels have been run off with a fury that would have done Hell proud, and the welcome angel is sleeping away their distress on the lumpy sofa in the back room, and it is just the two of them alone in the flat upstairs.

Pouring out glasses of scotch and passing one across the table, the angel says, with the air of someone making polite conversation, “It was Holy. I could feel it from where I was standing.”

Crowley goes still, drink halfway suspended. After a beat, he lowers it.

“What does that mean?”

“It means-- I don’t know what it means. I don’t know what you are.”

He says it with reverence, but Crowley flinches, as though it landed with a blow. He’s curling in on himself, this snake without a hole to hide in, and Aziraphale rounds the table before he can go away entirely.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” he says. “Really, my dear, have I ever hurt you?”

The split-second after he asks feels like an eternity, and his stomach turns. He looks down at his own hands, then away at some far corner of the room. He thinks of you go too fast for me and there is no our side and the look on Crowley’s face both times.

Sickly, he adds, “Intentionally, that is. Of course.”

A groan, and Crowley shoves his sunglasses up his forehead so he can dig the heels of his palms into his eyes.

“Don’t be daft, angel,” he bites without heat. “You’ve never hurt me.”

Almost forgiveness, but an aimless sort; Crowley is offering it freely, just as he offers everything else, but as far as he’s concerned, there is nothing to forgive. Aziraphale tugs his hands down by the wrists and kisses first one palm, then the other, and by then Crowley is recovered enough to look back at him.

“A demon immune to holy water,” he hedges.

“An angel immune to hellfire,” Aziraphale counters neatly. “There’s also your Grace, my dear.”

Crowley frowns. “What’s wrong with it?”

Aziraphale realizes that Crowley probably has little more idea than he does about how demons get on. He spends the majority of his time on earth, and the majority of his company with an angel, and the rest he makes up as he goes along.

“It shouldn’t be there,” Aziraphale explains gently. “You should have been cut off. I hadn’t even thought about it until Nanael brought it up, clever thing.”

“Shouldn’t have-- “ Crowley’s expression shifts rapidly, through offense and hurt and indignation, to settle squarely on bemusement. “I have been cut off, Angel. I haven’t heard Her voice in-- “

It’s a painful thing, this demon and his faith. It wouldn’t hurt so much if he didn’t still love Her. Aziraphale holds him closer, before he gets any ideas about running away to that empty flat in Mayfair to heal from these wounds in private.

There is proof of something here. Proof in the holy water and the hellfire and the miracles. Proof in how much Crowley has been allowed to get away with, consorting with the adversary, skating by with little mischiefs and frustrations over any true evil deeds, as though some higher power was safeguarding him from his employers’ suspicions. He has never truly caused any harm, has never truly cost any human their faith, and his temptations are only that: temptations.

Just like in the garden, he only presents the choice, good or bad, and Aziraphale has seen the light go on in his eyes when a person chooses rightly.

There is proof. Here, in this. In choices, and choosing rightly. As though it’s all been--

"Ineffable,” they say together, Aziraphale inspired, Crowley dull.

“Oh, it must have been a part of the Plan, Crowley,” Aziraphale goes on, all but scooping him up. “There must have been a reason. She must have needed you here.”

It isn’t always good or bad, right or wrong, black or white. Sometimes there is a gray area, a middle ground, and not everyone can see that. Not everyone can find it. It would take a soul like the one wrapped up in Aziraphale’s arms-- the one who created both stars and original sin, who glues fivepence to the sidewalk and brings dead birds back to life, who has been a soldier on both sides of the same war and when the time came to declare loyalty he chose door number three.

He chose humanity.

“You didn’t fail,” Aziraphale whispers. So glad his faith survived intact up to this moment, because there were times when he questioned, when he wondered. “Oh, my darling. You did exactly right.”

He Fell, but without the pain or memory. Relegated to Hell, but only for a short time before he slithered right out again. Retained his Grace, and roamed the earth alongside the humans he threw his lot in with. Not evil, and not righteous, but good.

Crowley is blinking rapidly, yielding when Aziraphale brings their foreheads together, hooking fingers into the pocket of Aziraphale’s waistcoat for something to hold onto.

"Then why was I punished?" he asks in the tone of someone trying to understand a puzzle they've been stuck with for six thousand years. "Why did She leave me alone?"

"But She didn't," Aziraphale says. "You were never alone. And neither was I."

#

"Angel," Crowley says slowly some days later, a pretty picture in the morning sunlight beaming across the kitchen. He's frowning, but his hand in Aziraphale's is warm. "If I'm not one or the other, what am I?"

"Haven't I told you enough by now?" Aziraphale says in playful dismay, leaning over the table to meet him with a kiss. "You're perfect, my dear."

The best thing She ever did, really.

[klauscotic]

klaus hargreeves x reader • part 2

🌟authors note: this plot line is a little bit of my own creation, besides what happens in the t.v show. this one is also based on a fem. reader! i am going to start a gender neutral mini series very soon!

👻summary: klaus and y/n never saw each other as siblings, even though they grew up together. they saw each other as friends, lovers. but when the hargreeve children left the umbrella academy, klaus and y/n never saw each other again. but when reginald hargreeve’s death pops up unexpected, the children, now adults, meet again. and klaus and y/n meet again…

🔅word count: 2005

we sat on his bed. i sat against the wall, with my feet hanging off the edge of the bed. whilst klaus laid down with his head resting on a pillow, legs over mine. we didn’t say anything to each other. i looked at the interesting pictures on the wall. one that caught my eye, was a small eyeball. klaus always did have a thing for art. whether that be drawing, painting, tattoos or music. he loved it all. 

“so... how are you?” i questioned, playing with the hem of the skirt that klaus still wore. 

“well, lets see,” he said flicking the built up ash that had lingered on the end of his cigarette, off it. “i have been in and out of rehab, and have been addicted to drugs and alcohol for the past 7 years or so.”

i sat there, on the bed, playing with my small fingers. i felt awful. all this time i was wallowing at home. klaus needed help. he needed someone. and i was to caught up in my emotions, that i didn’t even bother checking up on him to see if he wanted to talk. or the least, see if he was okay. 

“oh, and i haven’t seen you in the past - what? 16 years?” he added.

that made me feel worse. i really was stupid. i convinced myself since i was a child that i loved this man with all my heart and strength. and yet i can’t even seem to push myself to make a proper sentence of an apology. i continued to sit on his bed, playing with my hands. that’s when i decided that i needed to say at least one sentence. even if it wasn’t a lot.

“i’m sorry klaus. i should have messaged you. at least called you. and i was so caught up in myself, that i forgot. and now, we are sat here reminiscing about the past.” i spoke, voice trembled. 

klaus pushed his body up off from the bed. he then turned away and put out the cigarette on the oak bedside cabinet, that was near him. if reginald was alive, he would have scolded klaus. saying that the piece of grotesque furniture cost over $100. but now that he was dead, klaus did what he wanted. not that he didn’t do that before. after he put the cigarette out, he brought himself closer to me, legs still hung over mine. he put his hand on either side of my face, bringing me closer to him. 

“listen - we all made mistakes. dear old dad would say the biggest mistake of our lives, would be the fact that we were so into each other, we fell in love.” his green eyes delved deep into my e/c eyes. it almost felt as if he was trying to search for something within me.

i wanted to ask klaus something in that moment. but i couldn’t bring myself to ask him. but i did anyway. what’s the harm in asking?

“klaus?” 

“yes lovely?” he replied, still staring at me, his eyes fixated on mine.

“do you still love me?”

his thick dark eyebrows furrowed. his face twisted in dismal way. 

“y/n, it’s been 16 years-” he started.

“no - it’s fine. i understand. it was a stupid question anyway.” i said in a forlorn way. i fell back against the wall, his hands no longer on my face, but on my knees. 

“wait - you didn’t let me finish y/n dear.”

i studied for something to read. all i could see was him. klaus. so my head naturally dropped.

“what i was gonna say was, it’s been 16 years. in those 16 years, i have abused too many illegal shit and alcohol. but i wasn’t just taking them to suppress the ghosts and the voices which i see and hear. it was because the person that i loved and cherished so much, had been rid of me. and now, i can’t seem to stop taking this menacing things, because after you left, i couldn’t seem to control my powers and it all became a little too much for me.”

i sat on the bed in silence, talking in every little detail that came from his lips. 

“but now that i can see you,” he lifted up my chin and made me look into his handsome eyes once more. “now that i can touch you,” klaus put both his hands on either side of my face again. “now that i can hear you, i feel a bit better than i did before.” he broke out a small frail smile. 

this was the first real time that klaus had really shown any of his emotions towards me. and it broke my heart to know that he felt that way. i was so in the moment, that i hadn’t realised that small trails of salt had since wavered their wa down my cheeks. klaus’ thumbs surpassed them and wiped them away.

“i’m so sorry klaus. i wish i hadn’t left you all alone. i wish i could take back time all those years ago, and i wish i would have left with you.” i sobbed in his hands.

“shh, shh, shh. don’t cry. christ on a cracker, we shouldn’t be upset about this. we should be happy that we’re seeing each other!” he chuckled sorrowfully. 

i giggled at his charisma.

“see! now that-" he then pointed at my smile. “that is the y/n i love!” he exclaimed. 

i giggled more. when i had stopped giggling at his silly attempts to make laugh. i looked at him further. he had stopped goofing around and became aware of my staring. he edged his body nearer to mine and was practically sitting on my lap. his hands stroked my cheeks and held them firmly. as if i was going to disappear again. 

“i love you y/n.” he said. gazing lovingly into my eyes.

“i love you too klaus.” i said in a hushed tone. 

his lips then collided with mine. the texture of his lips was so soft. but the scruff that had since grown around his chin and top lip, scratched at my chin. but i wasn’t fazed. because i loved him. i wrapped my arms around his neck and buried my hands in his dark curly hair. as i slightly tugged at klaus’ hair, he let out a small groan. klaus pulled away momentarily. he pushed himself off of my lap and dug me into the mattress. he then climbed his way back on top. his lips found mine again, and we were soon in each others’ embrace once more. his hands found their way down to my hips and stayed there. holding on tightly, not letting me go. as we kissed, the faint smell and taste of the past cigarettes he had smoked, loitered on his breathe and tongue. klaus’ lips left mine and wavered over my neck. he then planted small kisses below my ear. it tickled a bit. but i left it at that. klaus continued peppering small amounts of affection on my collarbone. 

“klaus - the others are gonna see that.” i laughed, as he continued without a care.

“and? let them see. you’re mine, i can show my love in many ways sweetheart.” he said in a deep voice. 

oh lord. 

when he had had enough, he scrambled his way to my lips. and gaveme one last kiss, before he fell on top of me and sunk his head into my belly, his hands still wrapped securely around my waist. 

“i missed you.” klaus said.

“i missed you too, you nutter.” i chuckled. 

klaus lifted his head from my stomach and gazed at me. 

“how rude, you dare call me a nutter.” he gasped in mock offense. 

“shut up you.” i flicked his forehead. 

“ow.” klaus whined before he rested his head back on my stomach.

he began to play with them hem of my black t-shirt. i looked down at his legs to see they were on show.

“oh wow, you still have that damn skirt on.” i laughed. 

klaus looked at his bare legs.

“what? tu n’aime pas ça?” he said, looking hurt, which he wasn’t. 

“i never said that did i, i just never thought i would see the day you flaunt a skirt better than me.” i replied, smiling widely. 

“y/n, sweetheart, i flaunt everything.” klaus smirked.

“well - that’s one thing that hasn’t changed about you.” i said, playing with his curls.

“that being?” he replied.

“your sass and humour, it never seems to not make me laugh.” i said. 

“well, you haven’t changed either love.” klaus kissed my stomach through my t-shirt. 

“how?” i asked.

“you’re loving side is still as strong as it was 16 years ago. you make me feel more sober than i have in 7 years. and most of all, you still love me as much as you did 16 years ago. and for that, i love you even more than i once did.” klaus smiled up at me. 

i smiled back at him. 

“klaus?” 

“hm?” he hummed.

“promise me something.”

“what lovely?”

“promise me, that you will try to sober up. promise me you won’t waste your money on drugs and alcohol anymore. i don’t care how long it takes, just try for me.” i pleaded.

if klaus wanted to stay with me, then he would have to co-operate with me and at least try and achieve sobriety. 

“i will try y/n, it isn’t easy, i’ve tried. i keep seeing ghosts and hearing voices. and it’s most of the time,gets a little too much. and i want to feel numb. that’s how i got into them in the first place. after you left, the feeling of feeling numb when i was with you was gone, so i had to take the matter into my own hands. and waste what little money i have on drugs to keep the ghosts and voices at bay.” he said. 

“of course it will be hard klaus, you have been dependant on these things for just over 7 years. but like i said, i don’t care how long it takes. as long as you try for me. try for us.” i said, stroking his hair, easing his nerves. like i used to do when we were younger. 

“i will try, i promise.” i said, nuzzling his face more into my stomach. 

“anyways. that’s what i’m here for. i can make you feel better. my powers can help. however, that doesn’t mean you get to abuse that privilege as well.” i grunted.

“yeah, i know. and i wouldn’t do that to you.” klaus lifted his head and arm. he stroked my cheek with his fingers. 

“boop.” he said as he flicked my nose. 

i flinched and scrunched my face together. i then poked my tongue out. klaus laughed. i felt the vibrations of his laugh pour through his chest and through me. it made me feel safe. 

“i missed this.” i stated.

“i missed this too. but now we’re together, i feel a whole lot better.”

“me too.”

he shifted his body and made himself comfortable, before going limp in my arms. 

“i’m gonna catch up on some well needed sleep.” klaus closed his eyes. he looked so at peace. so i didn’t make a fuss. 

“okay, you fall asleep klausy.” i called him by the nickname he had adopted from me when we were younger. “and if you have a nightmare, know that i’m here to keep you safe.”

“okay - i love you y/n.” he hummed, as he fell asleep on me.

“i love you too klaus.”

and with that he fell asleep in my embrace. and i kept him safe from the dark world he called night terrors. in that moment, he had promised me that would try and keep away from drugs and alcohol and achieve sobriety. and i believed he could do it. i knew he could do it...

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[hearts-hunger]

All the Bells and Whistles, part three || Charlie Nelson x Reader

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Summary: DS and Mrs. Nelson fit in one last bit of celebration as Valentine’s Day comes to a close. Smut and some fluff ♡

Pairings: Charlie Nelson x wife!reader // Midsomer Murders fandom

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: Smut! 18+ only, please.

A/N: Ok my dear loves! I’ve finally managed to write the end of this short little series, and I hope you like reading it as much as i liked writing it! @tv-saved-the-teenage-girl, even though it’s not Valentine’s any more, I hope you like this last part of your gift and that it’s worth the wait! ♡

“Home, darling.”

You looked up from your book and saw Charlie come in the front door, tossing his keys on the little table in the foyer and kicking off his shoes. You set your book on the coffee table as he came to sit next to you.

“You didn’t call,” you said, mildly petulant.

“I know,” he said apologetically. “I meant to. My mobile died.”

You gave a little huff. “I was going to be laid out in some cute lingerie for you and everything,” you said. “But I’m just here in my sweatpants.”

He smiled. “I like the sweatpants.”

“It’s not exactly the welcome I was hyping up earlier, now, is it?” you said morosely. It was silly to be actually upset about it, you knew, but you’d had grand visions of being a wild seductress waiting to be ravished as soon as he walked through the door. This wasn’t exactly that.

He moved closer to where you were curled up against the arm of the couch, running a hand up and down your leg in a soothing motion. “It’s exactly the welcome I love best,” he said. “What could be more wonderful than coming home to my beautiful wife all cozied up on the couch in front of the fire, soft and warm and so very lovely?”

You entwined your fingers with his. “You’re my favorite person, you know that?”

“And you’re mine,” he said sweetly. “Even when you’re in sweatpants.”

You bit your lip. “Are you sure you wouldn’t like it better if I took them off?”

A slow grin spread over his face. “That’s an idea, isn’t it? D’you know, I think you’re right. In fact,” he said, moving between your knees so he hovered over you, “I think we ought to try taking everything off and see how we like that.”

You stretched out beneath him as he reached behind you to turn off the lamp on the side table, leaving the dancing glow of the fire to dimly light the room. Your hand went to card through his short brown hair as he leaned down to kiss you deeply. He caught your bottom lip between his teeth, his breath warm against your skin as his big hand roamed over you.

“I’ve been thinking about this all day,” he said, kissing under your jaw. “Work was murder.”

You snorted; the more you thought about it, the funnier it got, until you were full-out giggling. He chuckled as he continued to kiss down your neck and across your shoulder.

“Got your funny bone, did it?” he asked affectionately.

You draped your arm around his neck. “You should say that to Barnaby one time,” you said. “He’d think it was funny.”

He smiled. “You certainly did, hm?”

“Doesn’t take much to impress me,” you teased.

“Oh?” he said, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “I suppose I’m just a mediocre lover who happened to get lucky enough to find a girl who wants me for my puns, then?”

“That’s only part of it,” you said. “I mean, your puns are definitely at least sixty percent of why I fell in love with you.”

“Dare I ask what the other forty percent is?”

“Hm,” you said against his mouth. “I saw you shirtless and almost keeled over, so that could be it.”

“You don’t mean to tell me that I’ve been being objectified for our entire relationship, do you?” he asked in a mock-serious tone. He straightened and unbuttoned his shirt, shrugging it and his undershirt off and tossing them to the floor. “Is that really all I am to you? A pretty face?”

You shamelessly enjoyed the view from where you lay, your gaze going from his gorgeous face to his brick wall of a stomach and down to where his jeans rode low on his hips. He was lovely in the firelight, his skin taking on a warm golden glow.

“You’re beautiful, Charlie,” you said gently.

His expression softened. “So are you, my love.”

He leaned down to kiss you, his hand snaking under your shirt and unclasping your bra in an expert movement. His fingers traced over your ribs and brushed at the side of your breast.

“Here,” you said, a little breathless. “Take it off.”

He helped you pull your shirt over your head and took your bra off you, tossing it somewhere on the floor. He kissed his way down to the tops of your breasts, paying special attention to each as his big hands traveled up and down your sides.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said softly. “So beautiful.”

His mouth met yours again as he pulled at the waistband of your sweatpants, one hand at the small of your back lifting you up so he could take them off. His movements were slow and deliberate; he took his time savoring you, romancing you with his hands on your body.

He captured your sigh against his lips as he took you in hand, his palm covering your center with its warmth. He pressed his hand against you, and you squeezed your thighs together in response.

“So wet, darling,” he said softly, impressed. “You’ve been waiting for this, hm?”

You gasped as he started to rub you through the fabric of your panties, his fingers running up and down between your folds, creating delicious friction. The deep circles his fingers made were luxurious and lazy, slowly drawing you out and soaking the fabric between you and his hand.

After a moment he stopped his ministrations, bringing a whine from you at the loss of contact; he slid your panties off and had his hand right back where it had been, his skin cool against your heat. He drew his fingers between your folds and pushed a finger inside you, quickly followed by another.

“Charlie,” you gasped, your hips bucking slightly against his hand.

“Easy, love,” he cooed. “Take your time.”

He pumped his long fingers in and out of you, his palm rubbing your clit as you pressed against him, grinding against his hand. You ran your hands through his hair and kissed him deeply as you rode his fingers, feeling your orgasm build.

He curled his fingers inside you, making you moan. You gripped his upper arm to steady yourself, feeling his muscles shift under your hand as his tempo increased.

“Oh, god, baby,” you breathed. He sucked love marks into your neck, groaning slightly as you started to tighten around his fingers.

“Gonna come for me, darling?” he asked.

“Ah - fuck,” you breathed, almost in a sob. “Yes.”

“Let go for me,” he said, the tenderness of his tone mixed with rough desire. “Go on, sweetheart, come for me.”

Breathless moans tumbled out of your mouth as you came, his thumb rubbing circles against your clit and drawing your orgasm out as long as possible. When your eyes fluttered open again you saw him looking at you, the love in his expression enough to take your breath away.

“God, you’re gorgeous when you come,” he said softly. “Can’t believe I get to make you look like that.”

You took his face in your hands and drew him down to kiss you. He groaned into your mouth as you palmed him through his jeans.

“Fuck,” he breathed. “Took me by surprise, love.”

“Good surprise or bad surprise?” you teased.

His laugh was strained with desire. “Bloody magnificent, sweetheart.” He straightened as you sat up, his chest rising and falling with his unsteady breaths as you unbuttoned his jeans.

“Hold on,” he said, rising from the couch. He made short work of his jeans and black boxers before coming back to you, settling between your legs. He brushed your hair back from your face as he kissed you, his cock pressed close to your core. You hooked your leg around his thigh as he ran his hand down from your knee to your hip, lifting you up closer to him.

You put your arms around his neck and pulled him closer, wanting to feel all of him against you. His skin was hot against yours; you could feel his heartbeat, strong and fast.

“I want you,” you told him, grinding against his cock. “Please, Charlie, I want you inside me.”

He lined himself up with your entrance and sucked in a breath as he pushed into you, giving you a moment to adjust to him. His lips parted in pleasure, a rosy flush over his nose and cheeks.

“Open late, hm?” he asked, breathless, mischief in his blue eyes dark with desire.

“Like I said,” you agreed. “Wide open.”

He laughed, his whole body shaking with it. You found the sound of it mixing with his movement inside you to be a heady mix.

“You ready, love?” he asked, pressing a kiss to your collarbone.

“Mmh - ah!” You gasped as he drew out of you and quickly pushed back in again, his hand gripping your waist as he set a steady pace. You raised your hips to meet him, kissing him hungrily. You loved the feeling of him filling you, feeling him inside and out.

“You feel so good, sweetheart,” he gasped. “Fucking incredible.”

Your hands traveled all over him, feeling the flush of his skin and the movement of his strong and beautiful body against yours.

“Fuck, Charlie,” you managed. His thumb went to circle your clit as he thrust into you, drawing a loud moan from you.

“I’m gonna come, Charlie,” you told him desperately. “Are you close?”

“Don’t worry about me, love,” he said, though you could tell from the shakiness of his voice that he was. “Come if you need to, want to see you come on my cock.”

“Oh god,” you moaned, your orgasm crashing through you for the second time. He rode you through it, gasping as you tightened around his cock.

Coming down from your high, you were more than pleased to let him build to his, watching as his expression told you how good you made him feel. His breathing was ragged, desperate snatches of moans falling from his pink lips.

“Gonna come,” he told you after a few seconds, his thrusts growing sloppy.

“Come for me, sweetheart,” you said. “Come inside me, baby.”

He moaned your name as he reached his orgasm, spilling himself inside you. You drew his face to yours and kissed him as he pulled out of you. After a minute he lowered himself to lay his head on your chest like a child; you combed your hands through his hair, feeling blissfully happy as you lie tangled together.

“How was that?” you asked.

You could feel the rumble of his laugh. “Perfect, as always.” He lifted his head and kissed the space between your breasts, chaste and sweet. “Making love to you is always perfect.”

He propped himself up on his forearms and looked at you, his expression gentle and adoring. You smiled and brushed your fingers over his cheek, tracing the contours of the face that you knew and loved so well.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Charlie,” you said sweetly. “I love you.”

His smile was the most lovely thing you’d ever seen, and you knew you’d never grow tired of seeing it.

“I love you too, my darling,” he said softly. “More than you could possibly know.”

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Part 2 of @white-crow-haruno‘s commission! 

Pairing: KakashiSakura Word count: 3259 Rated: E Summary: She'd known him for years. She knew exactly what he wanted as soon as she realized he was flirting with her - and Sakura was definitely up for whatever Kakashi had in mind. No strings attached? No problem.

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One Night Is All We Need

If someone had told her that one day she would be standing by the bar of a seedy nightclub while Hatake Kakashi gave her blatant sex eyes from across the room, Sakura would have called them crazy for a lot of years. Until a few months ago she hadn’t thought of the man as anything more than the Hokage, a man who had once failed at being her teacher before passing her off to someone else, a good friend now but nothing more than that. It wasn’t until she realized that he had slowly begun to flirt with her that her thoughts began turning in other directions.

Of course, as his friend she had a good idea of what to expect should she ever fall for those charms. Kakashi had been a bachelor for as long as she’d known him and would continue on without attachments probably until the day he died. He seemed happy, at least, so Sakura had never bothered to join the train of concerned busybodies prying their noses in to his love life.

But if he wanted a night of fun together? A night that rumor said would leave her satisfied for days afterward? That certainly didn’t sound like a bad thing to her, a single mother who hadn’t had sex since her wedding night four years ago. Not many people wanted to get involved with the infamous last Uchiha’s ex-wife.

“I’d take that opportunity if I were you.” Sakura jumped when a familiar voice muttered in her ear, looking beside her to find Yamato, her old team captain, smirking over the lip of his beer.

“Confirmed a few rumors yourself, have you?”

“Sempai and I go way back,” was all he said, though he did follow up his statement with a wink.

Turning to look back across the bar, she found Kakashi tracing the shape of her legs with his eyes, dragging his gaze up so slowly she could almost feel it like a physical touch, goosebumps lifting on her skin and a familiar heat gathering in her belly. Maybe a roll in the hay with someone who was guaranteed not to get attached was just the sort of thing she needed to get back in the game. Ino had been on her case for months to start going on dates again.

“Watch my beer,” she called over one shoulder. When she hopped off her stool to walk away she could hear Yamato chuckling to himself behind her.

“I might as well drink it,” he called back. “Don’t think you’ll be coming back for the rest.”

As it turned out, he was right. Though Sakura knew she’d had some sort of conversation with Kakashi it was all a blur in her mind until suddenly they were leaving together and flickering away to land in a rather empty looking bedroom. The layout was familiar, recognizable as the Hokage mansion, but it seemed he hadn’t bothered to personalize much during his own stay here. Not that it mattered. Neither of them needed pretty walls to get busy in between them.  

Sakura was a little surprised when the first thing Kakashi did was kiss her – until she felt the soft material of her own decorative headband being pulled down over her eyes. All these years and she still hadn’t managed to see what he looked like under that mask, not even a quick glimpse.

“What’s the matter, Hokage-sama?” she purred. “Don’t trust me?”

“Maa, it’s not about trust. I just thought this seemed like your kind of thing.” With her training it wasn’t hard to tell where his voice was coming from, slightly to the right now that he had pulled away a bit. Sakura turned her head to smile at him.

“It is, actually,” she admitted with some surprise. How he’d known that was a mystery she did not want to spoil. It was exciting to wonder what else he had deduced just from watching her.

Knowing where her partner was did not help her anticipate the feather light touch of his hands when they rested on her hips without warning. Sakura gasped, giggled at her own silly reaction, and then bit her lip at the feeling of large palms tracing up her sides. When both hands changed course to slide inwards and cup her breasts she had to gasp again and Kakashi took advantage of her open mouth by capturing it with his own in a fiery kiss.  

Sakura found herself being introduced to new ways for applying her shinobi skills then as Kakashi began to remove her clothing piece by piece almost entirely without her noticing. It was jarring to get so lost in his kiss and then come out of the fog to realize that her shirt was missing and her pants slid halfway down her thighs, scarf dangling precariously from one shoulder and bra missing entirely. The blunt fingernail that scratched lightly and enticingly across one of her nipples was a deliciously unexpected touch as well.

“Do I get to play too?” she asked, catching the wrist attached to that wandering hand and following it all the way back to a naked chest. When he’d had time to get himself undressed as well she didn’t know but she certainly wasn’t complaining.

“I prefer to make it less about me,” Kakashi rumbled as he pulled her against him without warning and leaned down to nip the top of her ear. “Unless you have a problem with that?”

“A problem with letting you make me feel good? I’m not completely crazy, thanks. You just tell me where to lie down and I am all yours, Hokage-sama.”

He groaned very softly and Sakura got the impression that he rather enjoyed her calling him that. Ironic, considering how hard he’d fought against taking the job at first. A moment later it was her groaning as soft lips wrapped themselves around her other nipple and suckled gently. Strong hands returned to her hips and gently guided her backwards until her knees hit what she assumed to be the mattress, her theory confirmed when she was encouraged to sit and then to lie back.

With her feet off the ground it was much easier to dispose of her shoes and peel her pants off the rest of the way. It should have felt strange to lay back naked and blindfolded knowing that Kakashi, of all people, could see her in such an exposed state. All she felt was a rush of arousal when she felt him kneel on the edge of the mattress as well and lift her hips to help shuffle her more towards the middle.

“Do you know what I was thinking tonight while I was watching you?” Kakashi’s voice spoke from directly over top of her as he settled in between her open legs, his own bare skin brushing against hers.

“Gods yes,” she breathed. Even blindfolded her hands found his hair unerringly when she reached out, tugging on the strands to bring him closer.

“I was trying to imagine how good you would taste, how loud I could make you scream while I suck on your clit. Or maybe you’re not a screamer, maybe you’re the type to dig your nails in and mark all the places that you’ve been, hm?” She could feel his wicked grin when he finally let her pull him in for another kiss.

“Tell you what,” she whispered against his lips. “If you can make me scream with your tongue tonight then maybe I’ll do the same for you tomorrow under your desk.”

His breathing hitched with interest and Sakura took her turn to grin.

“Naughty naughty, doctor Haruno. I like it. And I shall very gladly take you up on that offer.”

Kakashi granted her one more kiss before crawling down her body, licking a path down the valley between her breasts, dragging his teeth along the lines of her abdomen. When he met the patch of hair between her legs Sakura remembered suddenly that she hadn’t tidied that area in way too long but if he minded the natural look then he said nothing about it.

Her legs parted easily at his gentle touch, already spread to accommodate him between them and widening now just to feel his hungry gaze on the most secret parts of her body. She felt the mattress shift when he leaned down and yet somehow it was still a shock to feel his tongue drag along her outer lips and gather the moisture she knew would already be gathering there. As she hooked both legs over his shoulders Kakashi opened her with two fingers and delved deep, no more warning given than a rush of warm breath on her skin before suddenly she was clenching her fists in the blankets with pleasure.

It only took a couple of minutes for Sakura to wonder if she hadn’t stumbled on to the secret of nirvana, hidden on the tip of Kakashi’s tongue and bolstered by the two fingers he slid inside her, slowly pumping them in and out while he fulfilled his promise to suck on her clit. Every time he paused to draw circles with his tongue she saw stars and each time his fingers curled to find that one incredible spot deep inside she ran out of air to breathe.

Considering how long it had been since any hands but her own had touched her body this way, Sakura hoped it was more understandable than laughable just how quickly she reached her first orgasm. One moment she had her head tossed back to moan with abandon and the next pleasure like she’d never experienced was ripping through her veins and encouraging her to grind down on Kakashi’s face until she could take it no more and fell back to the blankets, panting as though she’d run to Suna and back. Her entire body convulsed when he swiped at her clit one last time and Sakura let out a single helpless puff of laughter.

“Well…I don’t know about you but I didn’t hear any screaming. Is that all you’ve got, Hokage-sama?”

“I would say you’ll regret saying that…” Kakashi’s weight shifted away from between her knees and then hands on her hips were turning her over without warning. “But I suppose your punishment could be considered more of a reward than anything else.”

Sakura allowed her body to be pushed and pulled, anxious to see where she would end up and what heights he would take her to next. Gentle hands traced the shape of her muscular thighs before gripping and hauling her up in to a doggy style position. Then they skimmed up her inner thighs to dip back inside of her and drag out another gasp of surprise.

“Ready for me again so soon, I see.”

Even if she could think of a response while his fingers worked their magic inside her she would have lost it again when they slipped up to rub a few circles around her now overly sensitive clit. Sakura was already panting again by the time she heard a condom wrapper being torn open, crying out in mindless protest when those glorious fingers stopped what they were doing only to moan as something blunt and thick pressed against her entrance.

Kakashi made a low noise behind her but it was hard to concentrate on anything other than the cock slowly pressing deeper and deeper, filling her more than she’d ever been filled. As a confident adult woman Sakura was not ashamed to admit she had purchase a dildo or two to satisfy her desires since the divorce was finalized but she’d never thought to purchase anything that stretched her limits quite like Kakashi’s natural gifts. Her face was burning for the shameless noises dripping from her lips but she couldn’t stop herself; he felt incredible inside her.

Just as she was starting to think she couldn’t possibly fit all of him in Kakashi bottomed out, pausing for a moment to grind his hips in a small circle and then pulling out almost as slowly as he had pushed in. The drag felt amazing but not as good as it felt when he braced her hips with both hands and slammed forward again.

The pace he set up was punishing, would have been too much if she weren’t just as much of a hardened soldier as him. Sakura closed her eyes, planted her face in the sheets, and rocked back in to the motion as well as she could, writhing against the hands holding her in place and almost hoping they would leave a few bruises like trophies of the best fuck she’d ever had. Whether they did or not, she knew she would definitely be thinking about this the next time she relieved a bit of tension on her own.

“Fuck you’re tight,” her partner grunted, a note of surprise in his voice.

“I – shit – I do my Kegels,” she said. Despite the pleasure rolling eyes back in her head she even managed a bit of sarcasm too and surprised a laugh out of him.

“And so wet for me. Is this how you like it, Sakura? You like it when your Hokage fucks you from behind?”

“I’d like it if he fucked me a little harder.” She could feel heat creeping up the back of her neck but refused to take the words back. He wasn’t the only one who could talk dirty, though she’d hardly had many chances to perfect the art of it herself.

Kakashi must have appreciated her efforts more than she expected him to. Instead of replying with something sassy like he normally would he simply took her advice and upped the intensity, snapping their hips together so hard she was sure that his fingers weren’t the only thing that would be leaving bruises.

And damn was it good. It was everything she’d thought she was fine without the last few years. Hopefully Kakashi wouldn’t mind a few repeats of tonight until she could actually get herself back in to the dating scene.

From the grunts and moans that had begun to slip out it was easy to tell when Kakashi was getting close, which Sakura was very thankful for since she could feel another orgasm creeping up on her as well, just waiting to pull her under the waves. When his rhythm began to stutter Sakura transferred all her weight to one arm and desperately shoved the other underneath her own writhing body to take up the same patterns he had drawn on her clit before. Almost immediately she could feel a tightening in her muscles and she knew it wouldn’t take much to push her over that edge.

In fact, all it took was the almost violent crash of Kakashi’s hips against her own as his rhythm broke down entirely and he remained buried deep inside of her to grind out his own peak. Sakura didn’t bother to muffle the filthy moan that slipped out, concentrating only on drawing faster circles with her fingers until finally her entire body shuddered with release for a second time and the intensity of it turned her moan in to a helpless scream.

The world around her felt fuzzy and distant as Kakashi gently slipped out and helped her crumple sideways on top of the blankets. Static mixed with the blood running through her veins until all she could do for several minutes was lie still and stare sightlessly at whatever happened to be across the room. When she finally came back to herself she realized that she couldn’t see because the blindfold was still wrapped securely around her head and moved to pull it off. Unfortunately she was too late; by the time she turned around to peek at Kakashi he had already pulled his mask back over his nose and was just fastening his trousers in to place.

“Damn,” she murmured. He blinked innocently at her over the mask and then chuckled.

“You thought it would be that easy, huh? Seduce me once and discover all of my deepest darkest secrets?”

He was, at least, still without a shirt. Sakura openly dragged her eyes down the planes of his chest in admiration. All shinobi worked out but not everyone was gifted with such naturally pleasing shapes – or maybe she was just weird about which body shapes she found pleasing to the eye. Being trained as a medic had left her with some very odd habits, after all.

“A girl can hope,” she murmured, forcing herself to sit up properly and casting around for where her clothing had gotten to. Her shirt lay within easy reach at the foot of the bed but her bra seemed to have gone on an adventure somewhere and it took her a few minutes to locate it hanging from a dresser drawer. She laughed when she realized that her underwear was hanging from the ceiling fan above their heads. Only Kakashi would be so cliché.

When they were both completely dressed and presentable once more Sakura turned to her friend and gave him a long, contemplative look. It really was a shame that TenTen was expecting her to come pick up her daughter at midnight; she would have liked to stay and see if they could go for another round.

“Heading out?” Kakashi asked, a clear invitation to stay and follow the train of thought she’d just been entertaining.

“Unfortunately I’m expected elsewhere rather soon.”

“Maa, not even time for a nightcap on your way out? You know I always enjoy our talks.” His eyes turned up in that same old smile, the one she used to think was so mysterious and cool when she was younger. The older she got the more she realized the man was more dork than mystery.

Sakura checked her pockets to make sure she had everything as she shook her head. “You mean you like it when I talk and you pretend you’re not reading porn under the table.”

“Every man has their vice,” Kakashi told her solemnly, one hand held earnestly to his chest.

“Well, you’re free to go enjoy that vice on your own for the rest of the evening.” On her way to the door Sakura paused to lay her own hand against that gorgeous chest and look up at him through heavy-lidded eyes. “But I suppose a scream is a scream no matter if it wasn’t because of your tongue and that means I will be seeing you tomorrow, Hokage-sama.”

She was out in the hallway a moment later, the sound of his dirty giggles chasing at her heels.  A smile curled her lips as she let herself out the front door to take her bearings and assess whether she was sober enough to use a body flicker jutsu. In the end she decided it would be better for her to just travel by rooftop. The exercise and the cool evening air would help her sober up and it wasn’t like she’d never run in heels before; she’d be fine.

More than fine, actually. After such an explosive end to an already great night out Sakura felt like a brand new woman. She’d gotten laid for the first time in four years, tomorrow she would get laid again, and she now had bragging rights over Ino for bedding one of the hottest bachelors in the village. After spending so long stuck in a rut it looked like things were finally starting to go her way.

[writer-and-artist27]

Video Game Dialogue

Since Fate: Grand Order has kinda taken a bit of my time for destressing purposes, I couldn’t help but remember this old drawing and decided to explore it a bit more. Basically, me getting the chance to write Tomoko a bit more in a video game setting, where she interacts with someone new. That someone being you as the reader/player.

Think of the following under the cut as a What-If where fanfictions could get games and Tomoko was your helper character. Also, this is to see how many character references I can smash into one post!

Tagging @langwrites, @owlsofstarlight, @abalisk, and @hylianhick here too since their characters are mentioned. 

Opening the game for the first time: “Oh! Hi! Welcome to Konoha!” (waves at you with a smile) “I’m Hoshino Tomoko! What’s your name?” 

Opening the game after establishing a save file: “Hi, [Player’s Name]! Welcome back!” (smiles) “It’s good to see you!”

You’ve played the game for more than 2 hours: “I’m glad to see you hard at work at something, but make sure to take a break, please?” (smiles wryly) “It’s better to have just one workaholic in the group.” 

You’re playing at 12 am at night: (frowns at you, arms crossed) “...Not to sound rude, but please go get some sleep. Work doesn’t look as great when you’re sleep deprived. Take care of yourself!”

It’s your Birthday: (lights are off before candles light themselves, revealing a cake) “Happy Birthday to you~” (room slowly lights up, revealing Tomoko behind the cake, beaming and singing) “Happy Birthday to you~ Happy Birthday to you, dear [Player’s Name]! Happy Birthday~! To~ you~!” 

During an Event: “Huh, there’s something going on outside. Make sure to suit up with whatever you need and be careful, okay?” 

You just won a trophy: “Congrats on the newest achievement! I’ll go get the cake! Hm? Yes, yes, I made a cake. And it’s all for you!” (grins) 

You’ve won a battle: “Congrats on the win! Make sure to heal up when you can!” (pauses) “Hm? You want a break?” (smiles happily) “I can play piano for you!” 

You’ve lost a battle: (reaches over to pat your head, voice soft) “I get it’s frustrating. It’s okay to feel that way. You did a lot. Take what time you need to recover, think, or really vent. I’ll always be here if you need me. For now, what can I do for you?” 

You come back to the game after a long period away: “Eh?” (gasps) “[Player’s Name]...” (tears up before smiling softly) “Welcome back. And yes, before you say anything. I did miss you. Where have you been?” 

Loved Ones: “Who I love? Um. Mama, Papa, Sakumo-jichan, Wataru-jichan, Miyako-bachan, Team Minato, Haya-kun, Jack-nii, Leith-nee, Saber, Archer...” (counts off fingers) “Kuroha-san, Kei - eh?” (shakes head, face red) “I-I am not blushing! Please stop focusing on that, [Player’s Name]!”

Likes: “What I like? Hmmm... the piano, being with my friends and family, baking, no war whatsoever, dreamless sleep, and uh...” (blushes) “Can I say lots of hugs? I mean, I’d like to hug you, but I don’t want to make you uncomfy, so...” (giggles nervously) “I’ll just leave it at that. What do you like, [Player’s Name]?”

Dislikes: “What I don’t like?” (immediately frowns) “The entire ninja system, war, and bullshit fighting tactics. Konoha’s seen its fair share of bad stuff. Um. Just don’t tell Team Minato I said that first part, please?” (shakes head) “Also, I’m not for sex, bullying, and any form of abuse. Eh? What I mean by the first part? I-I mean, it’s fine for others to like sex, I’m just not for it myself...” (smiles sadly) “When it’s all okay, I’ll tell you that story another time, [Player’s Name].”

Conversation 1: “You certainly have some time on your hands. What can I do for you?”

Conversation 2: “When do you want to head out, [Player’s Name]? Do you want me to set you off with some blueberry muffins? Or are cookies better?” (blinks) “Wait a minute, maybe granola would be a better choice...” 

Conversation 3: “You’ve really come a long way since we met, [Player’s Name].” (smiles softly) “You’re amazing, y’know that? Keep up the good work. Just remember to take breaks every now and then, and if you need music, just visit the Cafe. I’ll be there. Hm? I look sad?” (shakes head) “No, no, I’m just...thinking. If you’re worried, all I ask is to please come by and visit me every now and then, okay? I’d like to check up on you.” 

Conversation 4 (Requires Uchiha Obito): “Eh - Obi! Aaaah, it’s good to see you! Hehehe, you’re tall now. You should’ve told me you were around [Player’s Name] sooner! I would’ve made an extra helping of muffins for you!” (pouts before smiling softly, opening arms) “C’mon, you owe me a hug. You absolute goof. I love you too. And you don’t have to cry now. I said I’d be there and support you whenever I could, didn’t I? Now get over here.” 

Conversation 5 (Requires Nohara Rin): “Ricchan! You’ve been keeping up the medicine! Ehhhh? I know I saw you just yesterday on hospital duty, I just like seeing you! Blame a civilian girl for loving her ninja friends! Muu.” (rolls eyes before giggling) “I have my keyboard, I can play something for you again! Yay! Or, if you want to go out for shopping, we can go!”

Conversation 6 (Requires Hatake Kakashi): “Kashi... you’ve definitely mellowed out since I’ve last seen you. Are you taking care of yourself properly? Yes, yes, I know you’re helping [Player’s Name], and that you can live on your own now, but you should know me after all these years. I worry about you because you’re my friend, okay? I can get some Scooby Snacks for you and the ninken.” (blinks) “Oh? Broiled saury? Okay.” (smiles) “Welcome home, Kashi.”

Conversation 7 (Requires Gekko Hayate): “Hi, Haya-kun.” (smiles fondly) “You’ve definitely gotten taller than me. Even though I would like to be a bit taller, oh well. The fact that you’re helping out [Player’s Name] and fighting just as well as everyone else really shows how far you’ve come from that little boy I hugged all the time. You dork. Let me go get a banana-muffin for you and [Player’s Name] before you head out again.”

Conversation 8 (Requires Yuki Judai): “Papa... You’re heading out again, with the headband.” (sad smile) “I know you want to, I wasn’t going to stop you, even though I really really want to. You’re my only Papa, of course I love you a lot. Just be safe out there, okay? And come home soon. With [Player’s Name.]” (blushes with a frown) “Y-You didn’t have to kiss me on the head, Papa! [Player’s Name] is still looking!” (still smiles) “Okay, okay. I know. I love you too, Papa.” 

Conversation 9 (Requires Hoshino Hikari): “Mama... When did you get that spear? I feel like I should be worried, especially since I’ve never seen you fight before, but I know you’re really strong in your own way. Just come home quick, okay? It gets lonely without you, and I still need to learn how to dance better. You’re my dance instructor, and no one else does it better than you. Not to mention all the clothes. I guess... yeah. I love you, Mama.” 

Conversation 10 (Requires Hatake Sakumo): “Sakumo-jichan, you’re sure?” (pauses) “I know, I know. Just, just give me a hug and let me play you something before you go out with [Player’s Name], okay? And be safe.” (opens arms) “Love you too, Sakumo-jichan.”

Conversation 11 (Requires Gekko Miyako): “You definitely look tough with that headband on, Miyako-bachan. Eh? You’ll come back soon?” (smiles) “Aye. I could already tell with the look in your eyes. Kei has the same look when she heads out too. I know, I’ll do my best to keep up the base when you’re gone. And I’ll make sure to have some tea when you get back.” (giggles nervously) “D-Don’t worry, I’ll do my best to not be lonely. I love you, Miyako-bachan.” 

Conversation 12 (Requires Gekko Wataru): “Wataru-jichan... hee hee. You definitely look handsome with the headband on. But you know what I’m going to say, right?” (smiles wryly) “Now I know where Kei gets her dorkiness from. No offense intended, Wataru-jichan, you’re silly sometimes. But that’s what makes you the Wataru-jichan I love a lot. Just come back soon, okay? And be as safe around your explosives as you can be. I love you, Wataru-jichan.”  

Conversation 13 (Requires Gekko Keisuke): “Kei...” (unsure smile) “Hey. You’re a dork, you know that? I’m guessing you’re heading out again. Another mission? With [Player’s Name]?” (sighs) “I don’t even know where to start. You know me, and I know you’re going to call me out for being too emotional or broody or something.” (pauses) “Eh? You’re not calling me out? Or going out yet? Then... why?” (blinks) “Inertia? Again? And you just wanted to check in... Oh.” (turns face away, ears red as she opens her arms) “...Just give me a hug, you ridiculous swordsman. I love you too much and frickin’ missed you like all hell, now get over here before I want to throttle you. Or tackle you.” 

Conversation 14 (Requires Kuroki Otoha): “Kuroha-san! Welcome back. You’re working with [Player’s Name] too?” (smiles happily) “I’m glad to see you nonetheless. Friends seem to like coming back, and I’m glad that you do. Do you want to make mochi together? Kei’s here too! I think. What I do know is that you’re here, we get to spend time together, and you deserve some nice things.” (opens arms) “I missed you too, Kuroha-san. So, hug?” 

Special Conversation 1 (Requires Davy Jackson): “Nii! Hi!” (blushes a light pink from embarrassment) “I love you too. I’m sorry for not coming to see you sooner. Things happen, and well, you’ve met Kei. And [Player’s Name]. They’ve both taken up seats in my heart. You’re still here, though.” (pauses) “...With a beard and abs.” (ducks head, ears pink) “Could I ask for a carry hug? Like when I was little?” (pause) “I just missed you. And your hugs, and Mr. Hat, and Wendy-nee, and everything back there. I still love you.” 

Special Conversation 2 (Requires Leith): “Hi, Leith-nee. You’ve certainly changed since I last saw you. In the good way. Is Ace-nii doing alright? I hope he is, since you look happier. Eh? You’re a mom now? And I’m an auntie?” (blushes a bright pink) “Th-That’s new. I wasn’t expecting that. For now, though...” (opens arms) “I’m still your Princess. So, um. Can I ask for a hug? I missed you.”

Special Conversation 3 (Requires Arturia Pendragon, Saber version): “Saber... You look more satisfied now, with that invisible weapon in your hand. You’re sure that you’re going to be okay?” (pauses) “I do trust you. So much. I just worry, okay? Because you’re not just a Servant to me.” (smiles softly) “You’re my friend and the Knight I grew to love, so please, take care of yourself, okay? And come home soon. With [Player’s Name]. I love you, Arturia-san.”

Special Conversation 4 (Requires Heroic Spirit EMIYA, Archer version): “Archer... You definitely are dead set on doing what you feel is the right thing, huh?” (smiles wryly) “I wasn’t going to stop you in the first place, just give you a few words. You heard me talk with Saber, didn’t you? Then you know what I’m feeling now. You’re my friend too. And I care about you. So don’t die. Do your best to live out there, and come back to Nagareboshi Cafe soon. I love you, Shirou.” 

Special Conversation 5 (Requires Diarmuid Ua Duibhne, Lancer version): “Dia, you’re here too...” (fond smile) “Make sure to handle everything with Usako-san before you head out with [Player’s Name], okay? And come back soon. I’m not your Master, nor am I any royal you should pledge your allegiance to. I’m still a civilian girl, but you are my friend and you deserve lots of nice things. Be safe.” 

[heliantyr]

ALRIGHT!

Time for questions! I’m going to put 1-9 here plain and simple, and then the rest will be under the break just so that you don’t have to scroll to oblivion if you don’t want to see this! Let’s go!

1: Name

     My name is Jude, or Coreta if you wanna use my pen name! A few of you might also know me as Virchude since that’s my main blog!

2: Age

    I won’t tell you plainly, but I am still in high school.

3: City that you live in

     I’m just gonna tell you which state! I live in the lower peninsula of Michigan!

4: What do most people not know about you?

     I’m almost certain that none of you know this, but I am the youngest of  my dad’s (kinda) six kids.

5:  What do most people know you for?

     If we’re talking just here, I hope to all get out it’s my headcanons, but in real life it’s the fact that I get offended rather easily...

6: Hobbies!

     I do a lot of pointless writing (meaning I never finish anything)... I also draw a lot of random junk, I rad a shit ton of fanfiction, I sing/write songs a lot... uuhh and do nothing.

7: What are your passions?

     I have a very large passion for helping those around me who have suffered like I have mentally and emotionally. I also really like debating (more like arguing) with people about politics!

8: When was the last time you had a significant conversation with someone you love?

     Just yesterday my mom, older sister, and I ended up accidentally sitting down in the living room and ranting about how shitty out lives are... so.......... yeah

9: have you collected anything? What is it?

     I have a small hat collection (that I hardly ever wear), and I’m beginning a plant collection! There is also a ever fluctuating collection of cups and bottles in my room T-T

10: List ten things off your bucket list (I may not remember half of these TvT)

*Take a trip back to Colorado with my friends

*Start a business

*Travel to at least 8 countries

*Go to Andorra

*Be known for some great feat

*Have one of my works (whether art or writing, etc) become famous or greatly known

*Meet one of my favorite actors/band members (doesn’t matter who)

*Learn to swim...............

*Make drastic strides towards saving the planet

*Meet more people from my dad’s side of the family

11: What was the last thing you learned?

     Seeing as I got out of world history an hour and a half ago, we learned about the Cold War and how the USSR fell apart because of silly putty

12: How many relationships have you been in?

     Counting the ones that didn’t mean shit, 4. Only counting the ones that actually meant something, 2.

13 + 14 I am not answering.

15: Favorite food

     Menudo. Fuckin love it

16: Favorite drink

     hm... either tea or ginger ale, but out of a shot glass TvT A TWO LETER OUT OF A SHOT GLASS

17: What is the best birthday gift you have ever received?

     I went to NYC over my birthday weekend this year with my school’s choir, and our tour leader on my bus got me a pastry in Little Italy! It meant so much because I didn’t even know her! 

18: Are you optimistic or pessimistic?

     I’m usually pessimistic unless my friends are also being pessimistic, cuz then I’m frigin sunshine and rainbows!

19: Do you sleep during class?

     Not very often, and only if what I’m doing isn’t actually important.

20: What is the most expensive thing you own?

     If not my actual bed, my laptop, which is $200.

21: What is the cheapest yet most useful thing you own?

     ..... I... Don’t know... uh I got a huge fukin thing of cocoa butter lotion at the dollar tree... and it’s kind of multi use?!?

22: How many time a day on average to you check your phone?

     .........don’t look at me like that.

23: Text or call?

     Text. I wanna call people, but what if they don’t pick up? Or it’s really awkward? or I can’t hear them? or vise versa? or-

24: Opinion on long distance?

     Sounds like torture. I honestly couldn’t do it.

25: What is your definition of success?

     Feeling satisfied or content with what you’ve done.

26: Favorite song?

     um. At the moment, Killer Queen by Queen.

27: Favorite artist?

     Music wise, Patrick Stump. Art wise, Van Gogh.

28: Celebrity crush/crushes?

     That’s a long list. But my main two recently have been Sebastian Stan and Tom Holland...

29: When was the last time you read for fun?

     Aside from fanfiction? Last Wednesday night I stayed up reading Shakespeare’s sonnets to myself...

30: Favorite flower?

     chrysanthemums!

31: What is the best gift you could receive right now?

     A confidence boost that lasted at least the rest of high school...

32: Any guilty pleasures?

     Day dreaming about random shit.... random weird shit about people I know...

33: What is one thing you’d like to change about yourself?

     Hm... I think I’d change my mental health. I just wanna be perfectly okay for once.

34: What do you search for in a friend?

     being able to understand me, relate to me, and be weird with me. Also mutual interests. And reasonable barriers.

35: How many times have I said “I love you” in the past month?

     You expect me you count???? A shit ton! Do you know how many times a day I have a family member leave the goddamn house????

36: Where dd you last go other than your room/home?

     School.

37: Why do good things happen to good people?

     Because that’s not how life works. Our society constantly has people suffering, no matter who they are or what they’ve done.

38: In your opinion, what hurts more? Being left out, or being stabbed in the eye?

     Seeing as I’m just about used to the pain of being left out, I’d say being stabbed in the eye. I am such a wuss T-T

39: How many green shirts do you own?

     1. It’s a St. Patty’s day shirt.

40: Do you like anime?

     noooooooooooo.......... not at allllll.... TvT I’m tired!

41: What do you invest the most time in?

     Either videogames or fanfiction.

42: What is the name of the last book you read?

     The Hobbit (even though I haven’t finished yet)

43: What’s the difference between loving and liking someone?

     No clue... Still trying to figure that out.

44: Where are you most productive?

     My art classroom

45: List three things you enjoy doing with friends:

*Complaining about life

*being gay

*Pretend to kidnap one of them my dragging them around the floor during lunch

46: List three things you like to do alone:

*Listen to music

*Think

*Read

47: Do you think that world peace will ever exist?

     As long as there are living things on it? Never.

48: Do you have any allergies?

     Absolutely none! I knew this kid in the third grade who was allergic to nuts, milk, AND gluten!

49: When was the last time you cussed at someone?

     My friend and I got into an argument about who the best actors are during english....

50: What was the last promise you made?

     .......Is it bad that I don’t remember?

51: What was your last dream about?

     I had a hedgehog (which I really frikin want), and I was taking care of them, and hen this asshole in my grade was in my living room and I had to be nice to him.

52: If you won a trip to Hawaii and could take 5 people with you, who would they be? 

*My best friend Kiara

*My friend Raph

*My other friend Molly

*My other other friend Faith

*My dog

53: How many countries have you visited?

     1, if you count the fact that I live in one!

54: What is your favorite medium of art?

     Music. It moves me so easily.

55: When was the last time someone complimented you?

     My friend Laura jokingly complimented my hair during english (we were looking at old english compliments) and she winked at me TyT

56: If you switched bodies with someone, how would you recognize yourself?

     uh... hol up, wha? 

57: Do you consider yourself mature?

     At times, yes.

58: How many days in your life do you think you’ve wasted on tumblr?

     so frigin many, but there’s more to come!!!!

59: What is your favorite quote?

     “I was so good at sports when I was in high school, that I started a band.”

                                      -Patrick Stump

60:  If you started a new religion and you had to create 3 rules or commandments for your new followers to live by, what would those 3 rules be?

*Be kind to all (see how that’s turned out???)

*Spend life learning. Try to find the lesson in your experiences.

*Mental growth is more important than anything

61: What is your greatest accomplishment?

     Being alive today.

62: Do you believe in the death penalty?

     No, not really.

63: What are your goals in life?

     To be a better person than my mother is, and to help others on a mental level.

64: What do you think your soulmate is doing right now?

     I honestly have no clue... maybe something weird?

65:  If you could live anywhere, where would you live? The place can be in an imaginary, fantasy, or the real world.

     I would have to go with.......... oo that’s hard................... the bnha universe      T-T I want powers!

66: What were you like in 2013? 

     I was an awkward, abusive, shitty little child.

67: Do you have a job?

     Nope! I’m planning on possibly finding a part-time one soon, though!

68: Tell us a story about your childhood best friend.

     His name was Parker, and he was a year older than me. He was my first friend other than my older sister, and I loved him so much. I don’t remember much, seeing as the last time I saw him I was five... It was early fall, just when the leaves start to fall. We had one of those trees in my front year that dropped the seed thingies that twirled around. Parker and I would always toss so many of those in the air until out hands got cold... I really miss him.

69: If you could change one thing in society, what would it be?

     I would get rid of corrupt governments and people in positions of power.

70: How many all-nighters have you pulled before?

     Never have I pulled one for school, but I find myself staying up til the crack of dawn the day before school starts, usually. Or on nights when I can’t but help contemplate everything to the point of not being able to sleep at all.

71: Is tumblr your favorite website? If not, then what is it?

     Tumblr is one of my favorites, but Ao3 has my ass.

72: What is the craziest thing you would do for a million dollars?

     Nothing. I tend to be very hard to bribe. But if I reaaallly needed the money, I wouldn’t be able to kill someone, I’ll tell you that.

73: Does money equal happiness?

     It can for some people, but not for all.

74: How many times have you experienced true happiness in your lifetime?

     I don’t know, a few? I’m never truly happy until my thoughts leave me alone. 

75: How many times have you experienced true sadness in your lifetime?

     More than happy, I can tell you that.

76: What’s the funniest joke you have ever been told?

     My generation is going to save the planet.

77: When was the last time you looked at the news?

     We actually watched a news clip during history today!

78: If you could say one thing to the world, what would you say?

     Stop being a dick!

79: What is your favorite animal?

     A hedgehog!! 

80: If you could earn a million dollars for pretending to be dead for three years, would you do it?

     NO! I have people who would miss my sorry ass, then murder me for coming back!

81: What is one thing everyone is bad at?

     Having a lot of friends. A lot of the time (in my personal experience), the more friends you have, the less time you can spend with them, and the less close you are, until eventually you can’t keep dividing your time!

82: What time do you normally sleep? How many hours do you usually get? 

     uuuhh... yes, and not enough!

83: Does age necessarily equal maturity?

     No, but that does not excuse digusting things like p*****ilia.

84: What is your favorite clothing store? 

     ....The Hot Topical.

85: In the winter- beanies or gloves?

     why not both?!?!?!?

86: Would you rather have wings or a fish tail?

     Wings. I can’t swim, and I panic underwater.

87: If you had the power to erase someone from the world so that nobody remembered them but you, would you do it?

     That depends, does it fuck up history? Cuz in that case, no!

88: What do you fear the most?

     Being abandoned by everyone.

89: How many digits of pi can you recite?

     3...

90: If you could travel back to one year and relive it again, what year would it be?

     2015, so I could leave a better version of my for my friends that I leave at the end of the year,

91: Describe yourself in one word.

     Invasive

92: Describe your last victory.

     I had a conversation with that asshole from my dream without arguing with him.

93: What is the weirdest thing you have ever seen?

     SO! This one time towards the end of the school day in the seventh grade. This one kid (let’s call him V) was sitting next to his friend (C). I look over as I go to shoulder my bag, and V is running his hand down C’s thigh. V catches me looking, and goes “WHAT?! he did it first!” like that made it better! (and it kinda did because that’s still one of my best stories!)

94: What is something you will never forget?

     Something traumatic

95: Would you rather forget all of the past, or remember everything in vivid detail?

     Vivid detail. Then maybe I could win arguments with my sister!

96: Have you ever broken a bone before?

     yeah... I fractured the growth plate in my foot in the sixth grade... by walking.....

97: Is it harder love someone, or hate someone?

     love is so hard....

98: Coffee or tea?

I drink both, but tea ftw!

99: What are some little things you do that have changed your life in a positive way?

     I have become more friendly with my dog, and he actually likes me now!

100: How many hours do spend on tumblr a day?

     quite a fukin few....