#GIVE SAN AND READER THE HAPPY ENDING THEY DESERVE!!???!
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YOU DESERVE THE 2K BABES!!! Here’s one for you;
Where San’s lazy to clean up after sex so he ends up falling asleep with his cock inside you. And the next morning ends up fucking you with his cum when he realises that his cock is still buried in you. He’s totally fucked out from the pleasure since he’s still half asleep. ❤️
Have fun with this huhu \(//∇//)\
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we've come full circle!! I started this sleepover with a somno drabble, and now I'm ending it with another one ^^ anonnie, I am not exaggerating when I say I nearly lost my mind reading this ask....I cannot. whenever desperate san is mentioned, I need to take a breather or else I might commit a felony. maybe it's because it's the last sleepover submission but...this turned out so fluffy and so sappy and ughhhh i love love so much. thank you so much for sending this in!! I had lots of fun writing it out, so I really hope I did it justice,, happy reading~ ( = ⩊ = )♡
pairing: choi san x fem!reader
w.c.: 1.0k
tags: smut, so fluffy, and sappy, somnophilia, morning sex, unprotected sex (👎), multiple creampies, breeding kink, overstimulation, mentioned oral sex (f), they're both very very desperate, and very very in love
nsfw under cut—minors dni!
The new day’s rays peppered kisses over honey skin, soft lashes fluttering open to take in the gold cast over painted walls. San was still groggy, remnants of his dream and hints of last night’s endeavours still clinging to the back of his eyelids as he fought off the insistent drowsiness. Your scent lured him in, nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck while he drew you closer with arms around your waist, chest flush with your back as he inhaled what was left of your perfume.
He breathed out a soft groan against your skin, the pleasure shooting up his spine dragging him out of the idle state of somnolence he’d slipped into. Awareness flooded his senses—the morning birds sang a familiar melody, accompanying the steady pace at which your hips moved, dragging San’s hardening cock over your sweet spot, fluttering walls enveloping him in their heat. The thick cum he pumped you full of the night before now settled over your thighs and his, crusted over the fresh layer of sweat your ministrations drew out of your pores. San’s mind raced, and then calmed down under the blinding ecstasy coursing through him with every involuntary squeeze around his length, the fingers resting over your waist now gripping the flesh as he resisted the urge to fuck into you.
He allowed you to use him, angle your hips to fit San’s cockhead directly against your g-spot, and chasing your orgasm despite knowing he’d awoken. San grew harder, perhaps because you were so entranced by your own pleasure to pay him any mind, or perhaps because of the images his brain kept drawing up, the questions it kept asking—was his cock buried within your used cunt all night, or did you wake up so desperate to take another load of his cum that you stuffed it back inside yourself?
San groaned into your neck, sliding his hand down to your hip while he lifted his head to peek over your shoulder, the pretty ‘o’ painted on your lips going straight to his groin. Leaning forward, he pressed his mouth to your cheekbone, rolling his hips to meet your own, the steady echoes of skin-on-skin reverberating between the golden walls.
“I gave you so much last night, didn’t I? Oh baby, look at the mess we made,” he mumbled against your skin, fingers tracing a line down the dried-up stream of cum on your inner thighs.
“Sannie, ‘s not enough,” you whined, reaching around to dig your nails into his ass, guiding him into your needy, leaking cunt. “Want you, please, ‘want you so bad.”
“Ah, fuck—I’ll give you whatever you want, darling, I’m all yours,” he snuck an arm under your leg, spreading you wide open before snapping his hips into you once, twice, before his rhythm turned desperate. Desperate to please, desperate to feel you clenching around him, desperate to watch his cum seep out of you under the orange hue of the early morning sun. He fucked the moans out of your parted lips, the dizzying sound harmonising with that of the robins sat at your windowsill. “God, you feel so good. ‘Wanna fill you up again, watch your pretty pussy leak while we eat breakfast.”
Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, repetitions of ‘yes’ and San’s name rolling off your tongue while you gripped onto the hand holding your legs apart, the wet squelch of your cunt as it spat slick out every time San buried inside you masked under the overlapping mewls and grunts shared in the air separating you.
And yet, you wanted more. San was in no way a stingy partner, and more often than not, he gave more than he took. Your mind sifted through hazy memories of the prior night: soft hands bringing you down onto his face, nose nuzzling into your clit while he curled his tongue between your walls; his sensitive cock—overstimulated yet still hard—pounding into you, spurting watery strings of cum deep inside you until the fatigue rendered you unable to ask for more, falling asleep with the twitching member stuffed inside you. Perhaps you were just too needy, too drunk on San, too addicted to his being to bare his absence, even if it were for a single second.
“You’re gonna take it all, won’t you? My pretty girl’s gonna let me breed her over and over again, until her pussy can’t fit any more of me inside.”
God, you felt dizzy. Pure bliss buzzed through your body as San guided you over the edge, holding your hand as you dove head-first into a warm ocean of blues, soft waves reflecting the orange beams of sunlight under which you basked. You clamped up around him, and his thrusts turned sloppy, slipping out with how wet you were. He pushed back inside, chest heaving against your back with raspy praise—‘just a little more,’ and ‘good girl, taking me so well’—muttered onto your nape, thighs shaking against the backs of yours while he used your stretched cunt to reach his high.
San’s cock twitched as he finally unloaded within you, his pace slowing into a languid grind, and the breath he’d been holding released over your skin, low-toned moans travelling into your ears as he milked himself of every last drop and fed it into your womb.
Comfortable stillness took over the room, and the thick scent of sex mingled in the air you breathed, but San’s warmth, his scent and body, engulfed your very being, and somehow nothing else mattered anymore. you shifted onto your back, his length slipping out of you with a hiss, and the familiar trickle of the translucent liquid sent a shiver through your spasming frame. San laid on his side, propped up on an elbow while he mooned over the tranquillity gracing your features, hints of sleep still imminent on your puffy eyelids, and yet he couldn’t help but find that endearing—wanting him, needing him, even while barely conscious. San wondered what good he had done in his past lives to be worthy of such unconditional love and adoration, but didn’t dare ponder for too long, afraid of missing the blessing—fucked-out and staring up at him—the universe had bestowed on his present.
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MALL ELF
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Pairing: Mall employee!San x mall elf!fem reader
Word count: 2,634
Note: A couple of you guys have let me know how much you’re enjoying these Christmas imagines and it’s so nice to hear! I’m glad that people are genuinely getting enjoyment out of reading these 🥹 Reminder: This imagine is from Wattpad so there will be no continuations or extra parts
You trudged up to the Baskin Robbins in the food court, your legs aching and feet burning from being on them all day. You didn't even take time to change out of your uniform, going from your job straight to the food court as soon as lunch break started.
You approached the ice cream joint, dropping your head on the counter.
"One (your favorite ice cream)." You said, holding an index finger up before dropping your hand back down onto the counter.
"Rough day?" Your friend San's voice came from above you.
Lifting your head, you gave him an expression that said "You think?"
"Let's see, some kid waiting in line wiped his boogers on my tights, another one cried... a lot, and it's always a jolly day when someone gets so excited to see Santa that they could just about throw up—and they do! You know who had to clean it up?"
"Let me guess? Santa's happy little helper?"
"Ding, ding, ding. Correct." You rolled your eyes. "So did I have a rough day? You you tell me."
"I'll get that ice cream right away."
You watched as San got to work preparing your frozen treat, resting your elbows on the counter. As you were waiting, a little girl ran up, tugging on the bottom of your elf costume.
"Excuse me. When will Santa be back?" She asked.
You turned to the little girl, bending down to the her height, a warm smile on your face.
"He's eating lunch right now, but he'll be back very soon." You assured her.
Suddenly, a woman who you assumed was the girl's mother came hurrying over.
"Sweetie, what are you doing?" She asked, gently pulling the girl away from you. "I'm so sorry." She apologized, giving you a sympathetic look.
"It's totally fine. Don't worry about it." You waved it off.
San, who was watching the whole exchange, couldn't help but smile as an overwhelming feeling of adoration took over. Just a moment ago you were complaining about kids and being tired, yet you put on a bright smile for the sweet little girl that just approached you. He watched with a fond gaze as you spoke to the girl, assuring her that Santa was eating lunch and would be back soon. The girl proceeded to ask you what he eats besides cookies because, "He can't eat cookies all the time."
When the girl and her mother walked away, San handed your ice cream to you. You began digging for money, but he stopped you.
"It's on the house."
"What? You have to let me pay you."
"Anybody who has to clean up puke deserves a free ice cream." He told you.
"You're too kind, San." You said, taking the frozen treat from him.
"You deserve it. I know you've had a tough day."
"You're the best."
"I know." He grinned, cutely. "It's almost time for my lunch break. I can see if I can take it early and we can hang out. Does that sound good?"
"I'd love that. I could use some company."
San disappeared in the back only to return a few seconds later.
"Manager says I can take an early lunch break." He beamed. "Let's go."
The two of you found an empty table nearby and took a seat.
"You in the mood for any real food?" San asked. "I'm sure ice cream isn't very filling."
"Maybe a slice of pizza. I'll have to eat something pretty quick. My break ends in about 20 minutes." You told him.
"You stay here and finish your ice cream and I'll order us something, okay?"
"Sounds good. Let me give you some money for my food."
"That's not necessary."
"Again?" You asked.
"Yes."
You opened your mouth to protest, but he stopped you.
"It's just a slice of pizza, Y/n."
You sighed, a reluctant smile playing at your lips. "Alright."
San left for food while you stayed put at the table. The ice cream you had been given was making you feel better, and sitting down to rest your legs and feet was nice as well. You pulled your elf hat off, placing it on the table before smoothing your hair.
As tired as you were, you didn't exactly dread getting back to work. All you really did was stand around and hand out candy canes, sometimes you would unclasp the velvet rope at the beginning of the line, letting kids and their parents through. The job was easy, the only crappy part was standing on your feet all day.
"I'm back." San announced, placing a slice of fresh pizza in front of you, the delicious smell drifting upwards to your nostrils.
At this point, you had just finished your ice cream and were ready for pizza, in need of something salty to balance things out.
"Thank you." You grinned, excitedly.
San grabbed his own slice of pizza before taking a huge bite, the cheese stretching as he pulled it away from his mouth.
You were quick to start eating yours, a hum of satisfaction escaping you.
"This is so good. Really hits the spot."
"Mhm." San hummed in agreement.
Once yours and San's plates were empty, you pulled your phone out to check the time.
"It's time for me to get back to work." You spoke up.
"Bummer."
"Yeah. As much as I'd love to stay, there's probably a line of kids waiting to sit on the big man's lap."
"You're right. You go on, I can clean up."
"Really?"
He nodded. "I don't mind. Plus, you need to get back as quickly as you can."
"Thanks, San."
"Of course."
With that, you hurried off, back to work.
You headed into the mall, decked out in your red and white striped tights and green elf dress. You weren't really in the mood to work, but the hours weren't that long and it was sometimes nice seeing the happy smiles on the kids' faces when they see Santa for the first time.
You approached the large area decorated especially for Santa, some other workers standing around, all seeming a bit nervous.
"What's going on?" You asked.
"We're one elf down. He didn't show up and when someone got in touch with him, he said he was sick." One of the workers responded.
"Yeah, we're supposed to have five people here today and there's only four." Someone else spoke up.
"I think I know someone who can help out." You told the three.
"Can they get here quickly?"
"I think so."
You stepped aside quickly dialing San's number. He answered after just a couple rings.
"Hello?"
"San! This is so last minute and I know this is one of your off days, but we're one elf short today. Do you think you could fill in?"
"Fill in? What would I be doing?"
"Opening and closing the little velvet rope, lifting kids onto Santa's lap, or handing candy canes to the kids as they leave. It's super easy."
"Sure. I can help out. How long do I have to get down there?"
"The meet and greet starts in about fifteen minutes."
"I can do that."
"You can?"
"Of course."
San was at the mall within ten minutes and had been given a uniform. Thankfully, the people behind the whole meet and greet carried extra uniforms with them.
You watched for San to return from the bathroom where he went to change. You were quick to spot him as he walked over, donning the red, green, and white costume. You had to admit, he looked pretty handsome, even in tights. You weren't surprised by that, San is a good looking guy, it doesn't matter what he wears, he'll always be able to pull it off.
"Well, don't you look cute." You giggled.
"No teasing. I'm doing you a favor." He pointed.
"You're right. But, you do look good."
"Really?" He asked, glancing down at the costume.
"Yeah. You can pull off anything. Even little striped tights."
"They do make my legs look great, don't they?" He asked, sticking his leg out.
"Yeah, yeah." You waved your hand dismissively. "Come on. Santa's here and we're about to get super busy."
San was told by one of the coordinators to take his place by the exit and was handed a basket of candy canes while you stood at the front of the line, pulling the velvet rope back for the first family to pass by.
Hours went by and lunch break was called. You and San paired up and headed to the food court together.
"Aren't you embarrassed to be seen in your work outfit?" San asked.
"Not really. It's Christmastime and people know there's Santa meet and greets at the mall, so I'm not really embarrassed. It's not like I'm dressed up for no reason."
"Hm."
"Why? Are you embarrassed?" You turned the question back on him.
"A little."
"Don't be. Plus, I already told you that you look good."
"I never got the chance to tell you, but you look adorable in your costume."
"Adorable?" You parroted, your cheeks feeling a tad warm.
"Yeah." He smiled softly.
"Ah. Well..." You trailed off, not sure what to say.
San could tell he'd gotten you flustered and he was proud of it. He watched in amusement as you struggled to find the words to speak.
"What are you in the mood to eat?" He inquired, changing the subject (for your sake.)
"How about Chinese? They always have good food at that place over there." You pointed.
There were at least three different Chinese restaurants in the food court, but the one you pointed to was the best out of the three.
This time, you paid for lunch. It was quite the task, but you managed to drop a wad of cash onto the counter before San could. He gave you a look that told you, you successfully caught him off guard.
"I can't believe you did that." He mentioned as the two of you sat down.
"You're helping me out today, it's the least I can do."
"Alright. You have a point. I'll let it slide, but just this once."
"We'll see." You grinned, taking a sip of your drink.
Your lunch break ended sooner than you would have liked, but you were happy working with San. He made work much more bearable just being there.
San stood by the exit, watching you as you pulled back the velvet rope, allowing the next family to see Santa. As the kid spoke to the jolly man, you clasped the velvet rope back into place, the next kid in line tugging on the bottom of your elf dress.
San was close enough where he could hear the conversation.
"What's it like at the North Pole?" The boy asked.
"Ah. Well, it's always covered in snow and there are Christmas lights everywhere on every home and workshop. The streetlights look like candy canes and there's a huge Christmas tree at the center of town."
"Wow." The boy gaped. "I wanna go there one day."
"Maybe you can." You smiled.
The mother and father gave you a kind smile, happy that you played along.
"Oh. It's your turn now." You told the boy, unclipping the rope.
San handed a candy cane to the girl who was leaving, his eyes staying on you. Every time he sees you, it feels like he falls harder and harder for you. At this point, it was too much and he had to say something. He couldn't hold his feelings in any longer.
At the end of your shift, you went and changed out of your uniform into regular clothes. San, who had accompanied you to the restrooms to change himself, was waiting outside for you when you were done.
"Thanks for filling in today." You told him.
"It was no problem. I enjoyed working with you."
"Likewise."
The two of you walked side by side, exiting the mall. The Santa meet and greets go on until about 7:00, which is two hours until the mall closed. Due to it being winter, the sun was mostly set, the sky a dark blue color.
"Where'd you park?" You asked.
"Over that way near the Barnes and Nobel." San pointed. "Where are you parked?"
"Down that row somewhere." You pointed to a nearby row of cars.
"I'll walk you there."
You allowed San to accompany you on the short walk to your car.
"Is it okay if I drive you to your car?" You asked. "I'd feel bad letting you walk halfway across the parking lot to get to it."
"Sure." He smiled.
You drove San across the lot, allowing him to direct you to the spot where he parked. When he got out, you couldn't help but notice a bit of hesitancy in his actions. He came to a stop when he got to his car, standing and staring at the driver's side door. Putting your vehicle in park, you stepped out.
"Is something wrong?" You asked, stepping towards him.
"I have to tell you something." He spoke up.
You frowned a bit, wondering what it could be and if what he had to tell you was the reason for his sudden odd behavior.
"Yeah?" You urged, wanting him to continue.
"Y/n, I like you."
Four words. That's it. Plain and simple.
Your mouth was slightly agape as you processed what he said.
San likes you? San likes you? San likes you?
You blinked a few times, bringing yourself back to reality as San waited anxiously for an answer.
"I like you too."
San was so excited by your answer that he grabbed your face and abruptly kissed you. It caught you off guard and before you could reciprocate the kiss, San had already pulled away, surprised by his own actions.
"I'm sor—"
He couldn't even get the apology out before you smashed your lips against his. San's eyes fluttered shut as his hands made their way to your waist, gently pushing you against his car.
Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer as the kiss got a little more heated. San's fingertips dug into your hips as he angled his head a little more so your mouths fit closer together. Part of you was vaguely aware that you were making out with your friend (and crush) in a parking lot, but you didn't care.
At some point, you had to pull away. Your mind was in a foggy haze as you gazed at San.
"I left my car parked in the middle of the lane." You breathed out.
"Right." San responded, clearly out of breath as well. "I should let you get back to that."
"Yeah."
The two of you stared at each other for a few moments, neither one moving.
"I don't want to leave." You spoke up.
"I don't want you to leave either."
Your hand rested against San's cheek, your thumb stroking the side of his face, lovingly.
"I have the weekend off." He spoke again.
"Then let's make out—hang out." You corrected. "Let's hang out."
A smirk tugged at the corner of San's mouth as he ran his thumb over your bottom lip, amused by your slip up.
"You're cute." He chuckled. "Yeah. Let's hang out. I'll text you later tonight and we can talk about it."
You hesitantly parted ways with San and got back to your car, giving him a small wave before driving off.
Your brain was still a little foggy from the kiss and you struggled to process it. It wasn't until you got home that the events truly sunk in.
Your face became hot as you replayed what happened earlier. As if on cue, your phone buzzed.
San
So, when are you free?
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what he deserves, chapter 3
Sanji x Reader, a bit of Law x Reader
Warnings: angst, one-night stand, not really a love triangle – law and reader are mature about the situation. Some implied smut.!!!! WANO SPOILERS!!!!!
a/n: this will be several parts. Leave comment for tags.
Summary: Witnessing all the suffering Sanji went through on Whole Cake Island, all you want is for him to be truly happy…even if it means not with you. Set after the fight in Wano, you go through the motions of an endless fight and end up in bed with the Hearts Pirates’ Captain to distract yourself from the one thing you want the most – Sanji.
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The village was lively; Otama showed you around since you hadn’t had a chance since landing in Wano. Her hand was glued to yours, pointing out different homes and who they belonged to. She went on and on about how great her big bro Luffy was and how full her belly had been from the last three days of eating. Her smile put into perspective how vast the world was and how this country, this village, was just one small story among millions. There were more stories like Otama’s, more people to help and when you glanced over to Luffy – who was busy devouring his fifth bowl of rice, you knew he’d be the one to liberate everyone. Leaving her to go to the man’s side, you wandered off toward the edge of the village – where the trees were high and shading. Needing some time alone, you walked further into the forest and then perched yourself down near a small pond. Sitting on the ground, your eyes drew closed.
Moments flashed in your mind, memories flowing like a stream. A smile burned through your heart thinking of the crew…Merry…than Sunny… All the arguing and laughing among the seas you all traveled. The best moments in your life were had on the ship but hidden in the cracks of memories were the ones of your family. Biological family. Pain sears through your soul and for a moment, you thought you could smell your mother’s perfume, father’s cigars. You loved them once and you were sure they loved you, but people can become the worst versions of themselves.
And never come back.
For years, you were always on your own. Fending for yourself – being hurt by others, sometimes far worse than what your parents did to you. The physical scars always heal but damage the heart, that was harder to mend. The pond was still, too still for your liking, so you swat a hand into it. Ripples catered to your needs, and you inhaled the air, lungs filling with relief than the tears fell from your eyes. Body shaking, fingers digging into the dirt, all you can do is just sob. Cry until you collapsed onto your back; eyes stung as you stared up past the tree line. It was getting dark, and you felt sleepy, even though you had slept so much last night. Still, there was an incredible tiredness that came over you and it only took a few minutes before you fell asleep…
Crickets woke you up.
How soft their sounds usually were, you were surprised by how loud they were when no one was around. It was dark, moon high and above the trees. Your back ached from the ground and when you sat up, your head felt dizzy. You yawned, getting up from your feet to tug on your kimono; it was dirtied from your nap. Stretching your arms, you felt energetic and started back toward the village – it was a short ten-minute walk, and the village was quiet. The streets were empty sans a few folks walking back to their homes, Luffy was nowhere to be found.
Shit. Realizing it might be later than you initially thought, you didn’t bother asking anyone if they had seen your captain or gone looking for Otama. Going back to the inn seemed like the best choice but as you moved past the homes, you noticed two young girls in front of their home. They looked no older than sixteen and when you drew closer to them, you saw that one was giving the other a haircut. You stopped and watched, the one getting her hair cut smiled at you. She looked so content and free; eyes filled with a hope of a better future and her hair…it looked good shorter. Asking if you could be next in line, the would-be hairdresser grinned. “Of course.”
An hour later, you stood in front of the inn; your once long hair cut under your chin. It was a drastic change, even a bit severe but losing those inches of hair felt freeing. Being among other women who have been ruled by others, being free by the same man that freed you – it felt electric. You needed this and when you walked into the inn, you hadn’t expected to be rushed by Nami. Her arms flung around your shoulders, and she cursed you under her breath.
“Everyone was so worried.”
Confused, you hugged her back, fingers running through her hair. She pulled back and gawked at your head, asking what you had done to your hair. You laughed. “It’s called a haircut. The real question is why you were so worried, I was only gone for a bit. When did Luffy get back?”
“Eight hours ago!”
She explained that when Luffy came back right before sunset, he said he didn’t know where you were. Everyone figured you were just around. “Or with Law but even he didn’t know where you were! He had gone out to look for you too. Sanji’s been worried, he was the first to go out to find you. Where the hell have you been!”
Chopper rushed into the inn’s entry way and summoned you to the other room for an examination – in tears, asking if you were hurt. Kneeling in front of him, you patted his head three times, just the way he liked it and told him you were fine. “I just fell asleep in the forest.”
Nami scoffed. “Apparently got a haircut on her way back too.”
“Does it look that bad?”
You stood up and looked at the navigator, she glared at you for a long time before giving into a smile. It was cute, she said, and you felt relieved – a bad haircut might set you off again but before you could thank her, Robin and Brook walked in. Both were pleased to see you; the latter urged you to go outside. “The others are on their way; they’ll be happy to see you.”
Following him outside, the rest trailed behind you – Robin noting how pretty your new locks were. Smiling, you walked into the streets and looked in the direction Brook pointed towards. The first person you saw was Luffy and before your eyes could register the figures next to him, his hands grabbed a hold of your shoulders. Knowing what was about to happen, true fear set in as he screamed your name – no doubt waking up every person in the vicinity of the inn. A unison of shouting and pleading from the crew did nothing to sway Luffy’s determination to hug you. All that there was left to do was accept your fate. Bracing yourself, your eyes closed shut and seconds later his entire body seemed to be wrapped around yours. He felt heavy but when you tripped back there were two arms holding you up. Thinking it was Robin, you giggled as you were pushed back into a standing position. Everyone laughed. When Luffy finally released you, the owner of the hands was revealed to be Sanji. He asked if you were alright, chastising Luffy. “You could have hurt her, you moron!”
He slipped his hands away from you, eyes taking in your hair. His heart galloped in a way it never had but he pushed it back the feeling and asked where you had been. You confessed the nap you had taken, and he smiled warmly. A hint of earnestness swept his eyes when you apologized for making him worry. “For making you all go out looking for me,” you added.
“As if we’d leave you behind,” Usopp chimed; you looked to him and mouthed a ‘sorry’. He knew you meant for earlier and he just grinned at you – all was forgiven. Then like the sap you were, tears started to flow alarming everyone. Zoro demanded you to stop crying, but you knew it was only because it was making him uncomfortable. Sanji told him to shut up and placed an arm around your shoulder, asking if you were hurt.
Hurt?
No, you were…happy.
Happy to be with your family and more importantly, happy to be wanted.
Brushing tears from your cheeks, you looked at everyone than to Sanji. “I’m pretty hungry…”
….
The inn’s kitchen was cozy, you sat on a wooden stool watching as Sanji cooked. He had long rid himself of the yellow yukata he had worn for most of his time in Wano; he now wore black slacks and a white, loose button up. Sleeves rolled up his forearm and the first two buttons of the shirt undone. He looked relaxed as he cooked a small dinner for you; neither of you speaking but comfortable enough to enjoy the silence. His hands moved effortlessly, and you studied his every move, moves you had longed memorized. All the times you spent with him in the kitchen, asking questions but confessing you weren’t much of a cook. He smiled when you said that.
“That’s fine, I can do all the cooking.”
Now, he worked diligently – cigarette perched in the corner of his mouth.
“We were all pretty worried when you didn’t’ come back with Luffy.” He spoke but didn’t look up from dicing potatoes for the soup he was making you. “At first, we thought you had gone out on your own, but then it took Luffy an hour to mention that he had lost track of back at Otama’s village. That’s when everyone started to freak out. With everything that’s happened…it seems we’re all on edge.”
“I’m sorry…”
Sanji looked up from his work, eyes a bit sad. “Don’t be sorry for having people that care about you.”
“Then you shouldn’t either,” you snapped back much to Sanji and your surprise. He stopped dicing and placed the knife down. Neither of you knew what to say next, but neither of you could look away from each other. It felt like a standoff with words, both of you trying to figure out what to say next. Then he resided and continued to cook, and for ten minutes no words were spoken until Sanji finally broke the silence.
“Why did Nami lie about you being there when we talked through the mirror dimension?”
Heart racing, you fought the urge to avoid his eye contact, avoid him all together and run upstairs but your feet were frozen to the wood floor. Gripping the edge of the stool, you told him you asked her to lie and when he asked why, you wished lies could roll off your tongue. “Because I was angry at you. Angry that you had no faith in Luffy or us or me to help you.”
“They threatened Zeff, threatened you all.” They being his awful family. Sanji’s head hung low, hands on the small kitchen island. “I couldn’t let them get to him, Luffy, the others…you…. I – I couldn’t…”
Your heart ached for Sanji and all you wanted to do was go to him, hold him, absorb his pain but again, you couldn’t move. A woman frozen. Dread riddled your bones as he looked up to you, eyes pleading for you to understand. God, you did, you did but…
“You were going to go through with it,” you whispered, tears forming. Letting go of the stool, you held a hand to your chest and trembled. “You were going to go through with the wedding because they wanted you to. The family that discarded you. You told me how awful they were to you, Sanji.”
“But I had to…”
“I understand why you did it,” you admitted, wiping away a stray tear. “I do. But you didn’t even give Luffy a chance, give me a chance to help you. Not from the start. Didn’t you realize that we would do anything for each other? Was not that evident enough after all this time? We are your family, Sanji. We are. Not those awful people and not that awful girl.”
Sanji couldn’t comprehend the scene before him – the tears in your eyes, the look of devastation on your face, or the pain in his heart. He couldn’t form words, let alone a sentence but somehow, he managed to speak and the instant he did, he knew it was the wrong thing to say. Even if he had said it out of nerves, trying to ease the tension. It would be something he’d regret until the end of time, but he couldn’t grasp the knowledge that you might feel the same as him – couldn’t be possible.
“She wasn’t so awful.”
His response to the heart pouring you just did stun the nerves in your system and all you could do was laugh. A low, melancholy laugh. Willing the tears away, you stood up from the stool and smiled softly at the startled cook. “Well, then, maybe Usopp was right. Maybe you should have married Pudding. You’re the kindest person I know Sanji and if you couldn’t warm her heart, no one could. I’m not feeling so hungry anymore. Goodnight.”
The cigarette fell from his mouth onto the cutting board as he watched you exit the kitchen; he wanted to call out to you, beg for your forgiveness. Yet, the shame of even mentioning Pudding kept him where he stood. He listened to the sound of your sandals clicking until he could no longer hear it, and when the coast was clear, he allowed the tears to flow freely. He didn’t know if it was possible to even come back from a conversation like this one. Or if you’d ever be willing to speak to him again and he wasn’t so sure he even deserved a second chance.
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Anything? Anything.
Pairing: Vinsmoke Sanji x [gender neutral] Reader
Words: ~ 1 200
Summary: It was a simple request for Sanji that turned into an absolute teasing mess.
Tags: Very boyfriend content / Sanji using lipstick / Lots of affection
A/N: idc if this shit is out of character, im dumb. pls enjoy.
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Sanji had developed such a devotion for you that it was even weird for the others not to see him simping for every woman that crossed his way, but it was also comforting seeing him receive back all the dedication and love he expressed. Though, it was annoying how he wouldn’t shut up about you sometimes; every single thing managed to remind him of you, and send him into a spiral of chaos. In fights, it would be rather good that someone brought your name up—he would do whatever he could not to leave you alone at the end of the day—, Zoro could already see their enemy dead whenever they happened to mention you.
With all of this taken on account, it was no new Sanji would do absolutely anything for his lover. His boundaries weren’t exactly clear, that way. A lot of conversation was needed to solve this and reassure him that you wouldn’t leave just because he told you that he wasn’t okay with something, and thankfully evolved into the harmony you had today.
Nonetheless, it was still a little difficult to offer new things to Sanji without always knowing clearly if he would accept it because he really wanted it or because he just wanted to make you happy. He could notice something bothered you every single time, on the other hand, of course; Sanji read you like a book. It was the main reason you were sort of avoiding him today—avoiding handling his sad worried face trying to figure out what was wrong with you, even more when it was a stupid situation. Like today.
The idea was very fucking good, though it was maybe just a little awkward, in your mind. You weren’t ready to have your little mental imagines killed down so easily. Why did he have to be so hot, anyways?
Sanji suddenly showed up on the deck, looking around until his eyes softened at your sight, and waltzed over with his hands clasped together. A kiss was pressed to your cheek once he was close enough. “(Y/n), baby, what’s wrong? Are you falling sick? Are you hungry? Do you need a hug? I’ve barely seen the light of my life today!” He took a seat next to you on the stairs.
“Sorry, San!! No, no, there’s nothing wrong at all!” You shook your head frantically, pulling him for a tight hug he immediately melted in—he didn’t deserve to feel bad because of a stupidity of yours, a tempest in a teapot. “I’ve just... been thinking.”
There was a short moment of silence before he sat up properly to look at you, taking both of your hands in his. “About what? Did I do anything to hurt you, mon amour?”
“I— No, of course not, you never did!” You brought your hands up to give his knuckles a little kiss. “Sanji, y’know you can always refuse to do stuff and let me know how you feel about anything, right?” The little pout you received in response had you raising an eyebrow inquiringly.
“Yes, my love!” Sanji squeezed your hands. “I know you’re very understanding of everything! I couldn’t be luckier!” Reacting to his pampering was a rollercoaster—sometimes you’d feel your ego burst, sometimes feel like you didn’t deserve it, but you’d never give it up, no matter what.
Your eyes flickered over his form for a long moment, watching Sanji throw his nose in the air with a grin, an expression that was exchanged for a curious one at how you let go of one of his hands so you could reach into your pocket. “Would you try it on?” In your hand, there was a tube of... of what? Sanji furrowed his eyebrows before he reached for it curiously, uncapping it. Oh. Dark red lipstick—it almost sent his cheeks burning in the same tone. “You can always say no—”
“Of course I would, mon amour! Anything for you!” Sanji had that stupid smile on his face as he put his cig aside and rolled the lipstick until just enough pointed out, and looked at himself through the small mirror on the top of the cap.
Well, shit. Was he just being impulsive or did he really mean it? “Sanji, you don’t need to...” Your words faded at the sight of the blond just putting on the lipstick. He smacked his lips together before turning to you with a smirk. That really was... something. It wasn’t a sight you were used to, of course, so it would take you a while of observing so you could finally decipher whether you liked it or not. “It is... Um, you look...”
Sanji chuckled lowly, letting his strands fall more over his face. “Well, my love, I’m not quite wearing it for the looks, no! It’s for a much more honorable reason!”
“And that would be...?”
His lips met your cheek before you could even finish. He didn’t even stop there, continuing to press kisses to your face until his lips crashed against yours, a desperate kiss that demanded more from you. You could taste the sweet lipstick on the kiss.
“Sanji...” You sat there dumbfounded while he ran the lipstick over his lips again. What the hell was that? Not that it was bad, no—it hard your heart skipping beats and your mind all fuzzy.
Sanji pressed kisses all over your jaw, trailing down to your neck, and even daring to stain the collar of your shirt. “Hm? What, mon chéri? Cat got your tongue?” His lips ticked against your skin, but all you could do in response was to spill out some incoherent words breathlessly, barely able to even hold onto his shoulders for support, looking at the sky, though staring at the nothing. He pulled away just enough to meet your eyes and blinked with an innocent air that would trick anyone who didn’t know him any better, and also those smeared lips—you wouldn’t be surprised if he just straight up killed you at some point. You were just collapsed back, with edges of the higher steps of the stairs digging into you back, and his arms wrapped around your torso, and you didn’t even fucking know when that happened.
A chuckle came from Sanji before he could continue what he was doing, his lips pressing butterfly kisses up and down your neck before they started getting longer, lingering over your skin with sucks and nibbles. It felt as if he couldn’t be close enough to you, as if he’d never get enough of you. His mouth reached a particular spot that compelled your hands to wrap around the fabric of his shirt tightly whilst you fought against the sound that threatened to escape your throat, pressing your eyes shut.
“Where is he...” A voice said, a voice that didn’t belong to you nor to Sanji, but it wouldn’t be a problem, right? They— “What the fuck are you two doing?! Don’t you even have enough decency to get a bedroom?!! You’re even letting the goddamn food burn!!!” Zoro stood there, having you jumping and pulling away from each other the moment he started fucking shouting.
Not like you could get your thoughts straight properly to react in time, hence you sort of sat there, blushing at how you were caught, but also at how you kept replaying the recent events in your mind in an attempt to process everything.
“Mon Dieu, the food!” Sanji gasped, immediately pushing himself up to his feet. “I’m sorry, mon amour! I’ll be back later!”
“Look at your state!” Zoro continued shouting. “What do you think you’re doing to let food burn just because you want some kisses, you ero-cook?!”
.𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟.
#one piece#sanji vinsmoke#sanji#x reader#x male reader#x female reader#gender neutral#fan fic#fan fiction#oneshot#imagine#monkey d luffy#roronoa zoro#tony tony chopper#chopper#sanji x reader
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All of Me~ Mickey “Fanboy” Garcia
Moodboard by: @mshistorylover
Mickey “Fanboy” Garcia x Fem!Reader (as a part of @ohtobeleah Galentine’s Day Celebration), based on the song, All of Me by John Legend.
TW: TOOTH ROTTING FLUFF, MICKEY SPEAKING SPANISH (ENGLISH TRANSLATIONS WILL BE IN BOLD & ITALICS)
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The Top Gun Academy buzzed with excitement as Valentine’s Day approached, but for Mickey “Fanboy” Garcia & Y/N, the day held a special significance. Their love had blossomed amidst the roar of jet engines and the thrill of aerial maneuvers, forging a bond that was as strong as steel and as deep as the ocean.
As the sun dipped below the horizon on Valentine’s Day, casting a warm glow over the Academy, Mickey found himself standing with Y/N on a secluded overlook, their hands entwined as they gazed out at the breathtaking vista spread out before them. The air was filled with the soft strains of romantic music, a testament to the love that surrounded them.
With a gentle smile, Mickey reached into his pocket and pulled out a bouquet of roses, each bloom a vibrant symbol of his love for her. “Feliz Día de San Valentín, mi amor (Happy Valentine’s Day, my love),” he whispered, his voice filled with warmth as he offered her the flowers. “Estos son para ti, porque mereces nada más que lo mejor.” (These are for you, because you deserve nothing but the best)
Her eyes sparkled with delight as she accepted the roses, her heart overflowing with love for the man standing before her. “Gracias, Mickey,” she murmured, her voice tinged with emotion, before kissing his cheek. “Son absolutamente hermosas, al igual que tú.” (Thank you, Mickey. They're absolutely beautiful, just like you.)
Their fingers brushed against each other as Mickey and Y/N stood side by side, the warmth of their closeness enveloping them like a cocoon. In that moment, surrounded by the beauty of nature and the magic of their love, time seemed to stand still as they basked in each other’s presence.
As the stars began to twinkle in the darkening sky, Mickey took a deep breath, his gaze never leaving her radiant face. “Hay algo que necesito decirte, Y/N,” he said softly, his voice filled with tenderness. “Algo que ha estado pesando en mi corazón por demasiado tiempo.” (There's something I need to tell you, Y/N. Something that has been weighing on my heart for too long)
She turned to face Mickey, her eyes searching his for any hint of what he was about to say. “¿Qué pasa, Mickey?” she asked, her voice a gentle caress against his soul. “Puedes decirme cualquier cosa.” (What's going on, Mickey? You can tell me anything)
With a trembling hand, Mickey reached out and cupped Y/N’s cheek, his thumb brushing lightly against her soft skin. “Te amo, Y/N,” he confessed, his voice barely more than a whisper. “Eres mi principio y mi fin. Incluso cuando pierdo, estoy ganando.” (I love you, [Y/N]. You're my beginning and my end. Even when I lose, I'm winning)
Tears welled up in her eyes as she listened to Mickey’s heartfelt declaration, her heart swelling with love for the man who stood before her. In that moment, surrounded by the beauty of the Academy and the warmth of Mickey’s love, she knew that she felt the same way.
“Oh, Miguel,” Y/N breathed, her voice filled with emotion. “Yo también te amo, con todo mi ser. Me das todo de ti, y yo te doy todo de mí.” (I love you too, with all my being. You give me all of you, and I give you all of me)
With those three simple words, Mickey and Y/N sealed their love for each other, their hearts beating as one in perfect harmony. As they leaned in to share a tender kiss beneath the starlit sky, they knew that this Valentine’s Day would be one they would cherish forever.
Their love story continued to unfold, each day bringing them closer together and strengthening the bond that bound them heart to heart. Together, they faced the challenges of life with courage and grace, knowing that as long as they had each other, they could conquer anything that came their way.
And as they danced beneath the moonlight, lost in the magic of their love, they knew that they had found their forever in each other’s arms.
As the night wore on, Mickey and Y/N remained on the overlook, their laughter mingling with the soft rustle of the evening breeze. They shared stories of their past, dreams for their future, and whispered sweet nothings into each other’s ears, their love growing stronger with each passing moment.
Eventually, they made their way back to their shared apartment, their hearts still aglow with the warmth of their love. They held hands as they walked through the corridors, stealing kisses in the shadows and reveling in the joy of being together.
As they reached, Mickey pulled her close, his arms wrapping around her in a warm embrace. “Te amo, Y/N,” he whispered, his voice filled with love. “Now and forever, all of me loves all of you.”
She smiled up at Mickey, her heart overflowing with happiness. “And I love you, Mickey,” she replied, her voice soft but filled with conviction. “With all of me, now and always.”
And as they shared one final kiss beneath the moonlit sky, they knew that their love would stand the test of time, growing stronger with each passing day.
#Spotify#mickey fanboy garcia × reader#mickey fanboy garcia#mickey garcia#mickey garcia x reader#danny ramirez#fanboy x you#fanboy top gun#fanboy imagine#fanboy x reader#ohtobeleah
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Undertale is for Everyone
Happy Valentine's Day! Yesterday marked five years since the day I first started playing Undertale. It's led me to dwell on what exactly I would say the game has meant to me, with how loaded a question that is. There's so much I owe to Undertale, and the joy it's brought me is something everyone is as deserving to be a part of. Despite some recent fandom events, all members of the fandom need to know that the game celebrates and welcomes them with open arms, which I'll get to more in a bit.
I first played Undertale at a period in my life with a lot of unanswered questions, both for present me and future me. I'd managed to not give it a try in the first few years it was around, but after running into enough Deltarune fan content in the wild when it came out, I played Chapter 1 and loved every bit of the atmosphere and characters, and I wanted to play Undertale right after. After accidentally killing Toriel and starting over, I was immediately drawn into the story it told and the friendships I was making. My appreciation of Sans was there from the start, and here I am, many reader fics with him later, and the rest of the main gang felt like buds I'd been hoping to meet some day. Even the minor characters meant so much to the journey, and by the time it was done and I'd seen what Frisk/the player's kindness and want for peace can do, I was completely hooked and the game rented a free condo in my brain.
What I wasn't expecting was the other ways Undertale's touched my life. I'm trans, and before I'd played, it had only really been associated with discomfort and a wish for things to be better, without much of a light at the end of the tunnel to look at. Undertale's queer-friendly themes and the characters' insistence on being themselves opened me up to thinking about a future where my own kindness and, well, determination can lead me to being the true me. While my trans story was far from done, it helped me see the future as something I can smile about, rather than needing to be afraid. The fics that I've written about Undertale, and especially the bone-friend, since I played have also led me to meet the people I consider my closest friends, as well as being a gateway to other fandoms that have captured my interest. These connections I've made through the game are ones I'll carry with me for the rest of my life.
So, where am I going with all this? Undertale has invited me into a better path than the one I'd been taking, and that's an opportunity I'll forever be grateful for. Unfortunately, there are some in the fandom space who have shared hateful views about people simply for who they are, and everyone should know how far those views are from the truth. Undertale is a game about love and growth, and it is the responsibility of those who participate in its community to follow its footsteps and celebrate everyone for their traits; not just tolerate, but celebrate. For fellow trans people in particular, I've been thinking about this the most; you are real men, real women, and real non-binary identities, and all of those things are represented in Undertale itself. Celebrating trans lives isn't just the right thing to do, it's a part of this wonderful game we're all enjoying together.
Maybe this reaches just two people, or twenty, or more if I'm lucky, but whoever does read this far, thank you for taking the time to see how much Undertale has meant to me over these five years, and I hope you know how much you mean to the community. We're all making it a better place by being ourselves, and I hope the game keeps lifting people up for many years to come. Now, go read that new volume of the Undertale/Deltarune Newsletter!
#undertale#deltarune#undertale fandom#sans#ao3#sans x reader#trans positivity#trans rights#trans pride#ut characters are canon trans supporters#calcium cat#calcium-cat#iykyk
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BLOOMING SEASON (pt. 2), kamisato ayato/reader.
SYNOPSIS... people like Kamisato Ayato who are not like the seasons do not have hearts that can withstand the test of time OR perhaps at the end of the day, you are well-deserved of change (or Sora says so).
⋆ warnings, kamisato ayato & fem-presenting!reader, gentle angst, hehe in-laws, THE CHILD (sora), introduction of reader's family, + comfort for once :) [making a part 3 bc i want a better happy ending tbh]
⋆ notes, thinking about how i was just sobbing my eyes out to 'nobody gets me' by sza for no reason
⋆ tags! @stellakito @iiyumii @neverlandlostchild @hotgirlshit5 @jureminha @yunniemai1 @iamnotobsessed @irisxiel @lumpywolf @mrs-heelshire @kunikuzushisbeloved @pineapplesneedrights @kiyoomiwo @hyunromi @simplyhumanlol @esthelily @chiisananingen
"Y/N-CHAN?" you know that voice too well, all the might in your body you used to hold yourself together wavering at the simple honorific.
your twin brother looks half asleep, deep burgundy hair lopsided and unstyled, black yukata not even properly tied, and eyes hardly able to remain open. even the guards at his chamber doors appeared startled.
you choke out his name, unable to even make it a step before your throat starts burning and closing up. gou wastes no time in rushing forward in that instant, vision alight and a worried emotion in his eyes as he pulls you into him.
for once in your life, you are grateful for him having grown into such a tall, well-built older brother, his arms firm and unyielding in the way they hold you against his chest. if you remember correctly, this was the way it had always been when you as the only daughter of the hayashi clan took the brunt of the elders' prevailing orders, from attending events in place of your late parents to managing foreign affairs for the clan.
or even giving yourself away to kamisato ayato in hopes of civilizing relations between the clans.
arms tightening just a little as you continue your sobbing, his eyes fall to akane who stands a little distance back carrying your resting daughter.
"anata? is everything alright? who's out there at this hour?" emica, gou's bride and perhaps one of your most cherished people, steps out from the bedchamber as well. gou is hesitant to let you go, but he does, allowing you to collect yourself just a little to face your sister-in-law. "y/n-san? you're—oh archons! come here, sweetie!"
you waste no time rushing into her arms, the smell of peach blossoms and the ocean filling your senses as she envelops you. if your loveless marriage had brought you any sort of joy (other than your daughter) it would be that gou was able to marry for love. kaedehara emica, oldest sister to kazuha and named matriarch of her clan in absence of her brother, she was a samurai to be reckoned with. albeit her brazen attitude towards the elders of the hayashi estate, she was kind and always ready to welcome you into her arms.
"gou, honey, bring sora to the twins' room and let her rest in there," emica says, her hand soothing against your back as she allows you to weep on her shoulder. "poor lady akane has had a long night and doesn't need to hold her anymore."
gou nods, "of course, dearest." another attendant appears to guide the three away down another hallway.
it takes a few minutes for you to recover, but emica is patient, never faltering in comforting you. after all, having been engaged only a few weeks before your parents would pass, she too would come to witness the cruelty of the elders and their treatment of the only daughter of such a highly regarded clan. she would scowl at the thought.
emica hums, "y/n-tan, are you hungry?" you meet her eyes, her expression soft and warm. "i bet cook will make his favorite patron some omurice if she were to ask~ hm?"
you laugh a little, throat a little hoarse from crying. you were a little dizzy, so you supposed some food wouldn't hurt. plus, chef was perhaps second to only your mother in terms of authority figures in your childhood. it would be a shame if you didn't stop by to pay respects to him. "i suppose you're right..."
your sister-in-law giggles, slipping an arm around your waist to walk beside you to the kitchen. "of course i'm right, i'm always right."
"I'LL kill that bastard, i swear it to celestia," gou seethes, setting his cup of tea back on the table. "how dare he speak in such a manner? has he forgotten his place?"
you are currently on your third plate of omurice, eyes observant as you watch the couple before you take in the information you have just set before him.
emica laughs softly, "now now, dear i'm sure even y/n would like to push war as one of the very last options of action. i'm sure she's at least thought of something more civil which might resolve the conflict at hand. y/n?"
you clear your throat with a sip of milktea. "divorce. seeing as how the yashiro commission had much to gain from this union, we have nothing to lose except friendly relations." you take another bite and speak once more after swallowing. "besides, had it not been for the hayashi clan, the raiden shogun would not have even considered a pardon for the yashiro commission all those years ago."
gou snorts. "i'm sure there are many things this whole damn city wouldn't have had, if it weren't for the most gracious hayashi clan." he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose before once more meeting your stare. "your solution would definitely be opposed by the elders, is that something you're willing to take on?"
emica takes your hand squeezing it lightly and offering the warmest smile. she turns to her husband. "even if it isn't, she mustn't forget the simple fact that she won't be alone and never again will be."
the thought has you smiling softly to yourself. in light of all the struggles and conflict within the noble clans of inzauma, you were happy to find a home within the people you cherished.
"AUNTIE! auntie!" two giggling and nearly identical figures come running up to you, hugging at either of your legs. akio is the one who exclaims out, asking "when did you come home?"
kentaro, tugging gently on the skirt of your kimono on your left, though curious, refrains from being as loud as his counterpart. "is everything okay, auntie?"
you kneel down, embracing the two in a tight hug, ruffling their burgundy hair just enough to get them to exclaim out. you supposed they were at the age where they liked to keep up appearances, even if just a little. "now now, didn't your mother teach you it's rude to bombard guests with questions all at once? hm?"
reaching out to poke him lightly on the cheek, kentaro makes a frown, mumbling a small "told you so" to his brother, who in return sticks his tongue out. you let go of them, opting to hold their hands instead.
"auntie and cousin sora are going to be staying here for a while, there's some building going on back at uncle's mansion. is that okay with the twins?" you feel a small pang in your heart at the mention of your husband, whom the twins hardly ever see.
the two nod, akio once again speaking first. "that's okay with kentaro and akio! i hope the building gets done soon!"
kentaro hums in agreement. "as long as auntie is comfortable in our home."
"akio! kentaro! where are my little boys?" emica calls them from the entrance of the courtyard, waving lightly to you. the boys respond accordingly, going to run off to their mother, but not before kissing you on either side of your cheeks and racing off.
standing up once more, you wave back to your sister-in-law before she heads in with the boys, reminding you of why you came out to the courtyard, to begin with. "okaasan?"
sora stands behind you, a couple of sakura blooms in her hands, the beautiful pink petals still crackling a little with electro. you smile warmly, holding your arms out to catch her in your arms and hoist her on her hip.
"having fun?" sora giggles, nodding and showing you the bloom in her hand. her vision glows on her headband, lavender strands of hair threatening to spill out from behind the hairpiece.
"akio and kentaro were showing me around the garden and i thought okaasan might like a sakura bloom!" her smile is proud and chuckle.
"well, it's very beautiful, thank you." the two of you watch as she brings her powers to life, electrifying the petals only to scatter them in the air above. "where did you learn to do that?"
sora giggles. "guuji yae! i finished my lessons at the shrine early and she said to practice this so i could show you." pausing, she continues the next part a little softly. "okaasan's been sad lately and hasn't been playing with sora..."
an ache pulls at your heart. "awh, my sweet, i'm sorry," you apologize, pressing a soft kiss to her temple. "it's true, okaasan's been a little sad lately."
her small hands go to twist lightly at your hair. "does okaasan's heart hurt? sora's heart hurts a little when she's sad too!"
oh, my little sora...
"y-yeah... okaasan's heart hurts a little." you watch her expression carefully, her violet irises continuing to be attentive to your hair.
she taps her chin, as if to think. "hmm, kentaro says to get better from being sad you have to say 'farewell' to the things that make your heart hurt." sora smiles as she lets go of your hair, seemingly satisfied with her styling job. her eyes focus on your own.
"sora loves otosan, but if okaasan is sad, sora thinks it's okay to say bye-bye."
the pink sakura petals have begun to rain down, floating slowly with the absence of wind. sora cuddles softly against your chest, yawning softly. you think back to when ayato had called you naive to hope for love. "sora loves okaasan too."
you stare at the falling petals, the courtyard shifting in hues with the setting sun. it is quiet where you stand holding sora, the trees mute and the clouds watchful as they pass a mother and daughter from overhead.
your chest does not feel heavy when you weep this time, but rather, the ache seems to lessen as you cry softly with sora against you. it smells like spring all around you and you are comfortable in your kimono in the early evening. there are potted glazed lilies that have begun to peek out to watch you, the naku weed glowing softly around the perimeter. perennials all around have also begun to fill the greenery with pretty colors.
just as seasons change, you thought, so should you.
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Just let me adore you (Arthur)
Summary: You loved Mozart, and Mozart loved you. Arthur would just have to deal with it and not bother you again. But it’s easier said than done when you’re left alone on your own birthday.
Words: 1372
Tags: angst; unrequited love; hurt; no comfort; Arthur centric; Mozart is a bit of an asshole (sorry); no pronouns specified for reader.
Notes: I was re-reading some random parts from Living no Matsunaga-san and decided to write something for Ikevamp based on a scene there. I just realized Ryou and Levi kinda look alike. He is so precious; I loved him way more than Matsunaga.
I also listened to “Adore You” by Harry Styles, and now I see the lyrics from a whole different perspective. And the title for the fic comes from the song.
It wasn’t fair.
You deserved so much better. You deserved to be treated like royalty, to be loved, to be taken care of. He had to ensure you were always smiling, always happy, never crying.
However, that’s not what happened.
Arthur could barely restrain himself seeing the tears streaming down your face. How many times has it been now? How many more are you gonna endure? He only made you cry. Mozart only made you cry.
The writer can’t remember when or why he fell for you; he only recalls losing his chance. He remembers talking to Theo, who encouraged him to take action quickly. With half of the mansion having developed feelings for you, he knew it was only a matter of time before someone else confessed.
He was gonna buy you flowers and a nice gift, confess, ask you out properly, and kiss you by the end of the date if he was lucky enough. But before he could finish his lunch to go to town, you and Mozart entered the dining room.
The scene still haunts him.
Your emotionally overwhelmed face, the bright smile, the flushed cheeks… your hand holding his arm, and he smiling at you. Cutlery fell from hands, drinks were spilled, and he’s pretty sure he heard Isaac gasp and stop breathing by his side. You happily announced you were together, and the romantic music everybody was listening to that morning suddenly made sense. You were so happy. He just congratulated you, along with everyone else, and tried to move on.
Way easier said than done.
He ended up confessing to you the first time he saw you in tears, going against all his principles of never hitting on a compromised person — much less one in such a vulnerable state! Yet, he did it. He poured his heart out, saying he loved and cherished you, that he would never make you cry. He would never choose his work over you, even if his work was so important to him.
Arthur apologized some time later; he didn’t want to give the impression he was trying to take advantage of your fragile moments. So, he waited for things to calm down and confessed again.
You kindly turned him down both times, and he accepted it with a sad smile and a broken heart. Your heart didn’t belong to him; it belonged to the musician. You loved Mozart, and Mozart loved you — despite not being good at showing it, apparently. He’d just have to deal with it and not bother you with this again.
However, there was so much he could take.
He is leaving the mansion when he sees you standing just outside the door, with a lost gaze, tears streaming down your face. He holds you by the shoulders before he thinks better of his actions, but you don’t seem to mind it. You look at him with the saddest expression he’s ever seen on your face, and he knows.
He doesn’t ask what happened; he doesn’t have to. He simply turns you around and guides you by the shoulders back inside the mansion. He takes you to your room and sits you on your bed, observing how you quietly comply.
“I’ll be right back, okay, luv?” he speaks softly, and you just nod once, your gaze lingering on the floor.
He goes to the kitchen, prepares your favorite tea, and brews some coffee for himself. He considers getting something for you to eat too, but you probably don't want to. He arranges two mugs on the tray and returns to your room. You're in the exact same spot and in the exact same state as he left you, and it hurts him to see you so... numb.
He places the tray on your nightstand and goes to your en suite to grab a towel. Sitting down beside you, he reaches for your face, placing his finger under your chin and lifting it slightly to get a better look at you. Silently, he gently passes the towel over your wet cheeks.
"Try to warm up a little now, won’t you?” He offers you the tea, closing your hands around the mug and holding them in place with his own for a moment longer. “It’s your favorite.”
You just nod again, not really in the mood for talking — and you’re not even sure you’ll be able to say something without crying again. He grabs his mug, and you two drink silently, appreciating your own beverages.
"You… won’t ask?" you inquire after some time. Your voice is so low that he thinks he wouldn’t hear you if he weren’t a vampire with great hearing. It cracks another part of his heart open.
Arthur shakes his head and takes your empty mug back, putting it on the tray with his. “I don’t have to,” he says softly.
He wants to, though. A dark part of him would like to hear you dissing Mozart; perhaps you’d realize that he could be better than the musician — he would certainly try to.
Mozart went out early and hasn’t come back yet, probably too busy with the new concert he is working on. Usually, Arthur would find his hard work relatable; he got too invested in his writing too, losing night after night of sleep sometimes. However, it was your birthday today. Your lover set a birthday date with you and left you standing outside the mansion because of work.
“I wouldn’t do it,” he blurts out in a whisper, completing his thoughts aloud. “If you chose me, I’d never make you cry.”
“Arthur…”
“I want to make you happy. I need you to be.” He reaches for you, cradling your face with a gentle touch. He smiles, but it’s sad and broken, and it doesn’t reach his sorrowful gaze. “You don’t have to love me back… But I love you so much, I can’t take it anymore.”
You’re taken aback. Your breath catches in your throat, your tears drying almost instantly, and a cold shock passes through your whole body. After two confessions, you thought you’d be used to him professing his love. But this… This is so much more. You’ve never seen him this vulnerable before. You can practically see him offering his heart on his hands for you.
“What…” you attempt to speak, but your words falter, lost in the whirlwind of emotions.
Only then does Arthur realize what he just said, widening his eyes. He lets his hands fall limp into his lap, sighing and averting his gaze while mentally cursing himself. He was supposed to be smart, so why does he often act like a fool in front of you? Love really messes with one’s mind.
He closes his eyes and runs his hand through his hair, obviously nervous. He grasps his bangs, tightening his grip in an attempt to stop himself from being an idiot and start acting like a proper man.
“Sorry. This burden is the last thing you need right now,” he mutters, his voice the weakest you’ve ever heard from him. Arthur takes a deep breath and stands up. “But if you… If you need something, you can always call me.” He takes the empty tray and heads to the door, but then he seems to remember something and turns back to you again, forcing a better smile. “Happy birthday, by the way.”
His expression falters the moment he closes the door behind him. Arthur heads straight to his own bedroom, not even bothering to bring the tray to the kitchen; he can do it later. Right now, he just needs to lie down and hope the earth swallows him whole before he embarrasses himself again.
He needs to stop it, he knows that. How is he supposed to control his heart, though? He tried to drown this feeling with different people in town, but he always ended up not wanting to spend the night with them. They weren’t you.
He places the tray on his coffee table and flops down on his bed, covering his eyes with his arm. He feels his blazer getting wet just a few seconds later and lets out a shaky sigh.
It’s going to be another long, lonely evening.
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we all need love chapter 6.
chapter summary: third date's a charm, right?
pairing: yunho x reader
genre: workplace au, ateez ensemble, fluff, romance, angst, eventual smut, hurt/comfort
warnings: we have finally gotten to the smut (minors dni), petnames, pretty tame for now i think, let me know if i should add anything else !
word count: 4.0k
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[Wooyoung] Whooooo wants to go the bar with me friday night?
[Choi Jongho] Absolutely no one.
[Choi San] I don’t think that day will work
[Yunho] I’m busy sorry!
[Wooyoung] Bro... what about y/n i can always depend on you right
I’m also busy…
[Wooyoung] I miss work for one day and suddenly everyone has plans :(
[Kim Hongjoong] woo are you dumb
[Wooyoung] Wait a second
[Wooyoung] Oh my god.
[Wooyoung] You know what I think I’ll do a movie night instead! By myself!
[Song Mingi] i’ll join you
“Well someone’s happy today!” Wooyoung teases as you walk into the office. He’s been relentless everyday, spouting some combination of encouraging support and playful jabs.
“10 hours,” you sigh as you sink down into your cubicle. Your workload was easy enough this week, but you kept getting distracted easily, the mere thought of making things ~official~ sending you into daydream mode. Wooyoung always snapped you out of it with a lighthearted jab, you knew he found it just as funny as you did.
“You know if he does anything you don’t like-”
“You will all yell at Yunho so he never hurts me again, I know,” you cut him off. Every single one of them has pulled you aside or privately texted you to express just how much they’ll defend you if anything happens.
He only chuckles, “I just wanna make sure you know! He’s a really nice guy, but things happen, I don’t know.”
“I can fend for myself, but I appreciate the backup,” he nods and gives you a genuine smile.
“I’m so excited for you guys, really! His last relationship didn’t end terribly or anything, but he’s such a romantic person I was hoping someone deserving of him came along.” He sounds more serious now, and it hasn’t really crossed your mind what Yunho would be coming to the table with. You’ve been so focused on how much you’ll have to explain about yourself. “Please don’t break his heart, okay?” Wooyoung makes one last quiet request before turning to his own screen and settling into work mode for the day. You don't respond, but you repeat his words to yourself mentally. You won't break any hearts this summer.
You started getting ready almost immediately after getting home, risking no chance of running late. The place he picked out wasn’t fancy in the slightest, so you went light on the outfit, a nice denim skirt and cute top. The plan didn’t necessarily include either one of you coming home for the night, but you tidied up the living room just in case. You didn’t really mind the thought of him in your apartment anyway.
The road you live on is fairly quiet at this hour, so you figure the next car you hear pull up to the building must be him. You take one last look in the mirror before grabbing your bag and nearly jumping down the stairs. It still didn’t feel real in your head, such a perfect person being into you as much as you’re into them. Intrusive thoughts of how quickly you could sabotage the date only flood your mind briefly before you open the front doors and spot Yunho standing against his car.
“Are you ready?” he beams at you, holding out a hand to help you into the front seat.
You giggle and accept the offer, “more than I’ll ever be.”
The interior is all sleek black. It doesn’t look brand new, but it’s clean and orderly. It smells like him. You fidget with the hem of your skirt as he rounds the car and settles into the driver’s seat.
“Anything in particular you want to listen to?” You tilt your head at the question, and he quickly adds that it’s okay if you don’t.
“No I like listening to music, I’m just not sure what I should show you,” chuckling, you whip out your phone and scan through your playlist. Yunho has mentioned a few of his favorite songs in conversation, and seeing as neither of you were particularly picky it shouldn’t be so hard to find something. You make up your mind and press play.
“Fun,” he bops his head to the beat, occasionally tapping a finger on the steering wheel. The car ride is mostly silent between you two, and you can’t tell if he’s just as nervous. Ever since San told him your feelings, he’s had a new aura around him. He’s playful and teases you to no end, like the rest of them, but surely he must be giddy too? Maybe he has more experience than you thought.
The hostess guides you to a small window seat, but by now it’s completely dark outside. She hands two menus to you before tending to the next reservation, and you settle into the booth. You had mentioned in the car that you like knowing what to order beforehand, and Yunho offered to order it for you, so you had nothing to do for the next few minutes. If the way his eyes rake over the laminated sheet means anything, he must be starving. His hair is parted down the middle, somewhat pushed out of his face, and his face is scrunched cutely in concentration. He’s wearing a button down and slacks, but it doesn’t look so formal that it stands out. He’s good at looking effortlessly put together.
“Good evening! Can I get you started with some drinks?” A waiter appears in front of your table, directing all his attention to Yunho. You expected as much, and gladly let him take the lead.
“Actually I think we’re ready to order!” He takes one last look at the menu before reciting both your orders perfectly. Once he’s sure the waiter has them down correctly and is out of earshot, he lets out a long sigh.
“That didn’t upset you, did it?” He frowns a little, “I don’t know why he didn’t even acknowledge you.”
“Oh no it’s fine I promise,” you take one of his hands into your own, “it was a shitty move but I hate speaking so it works out in my favor.”
“As long as you’re fine,” he sighs again and squeezes your hand. No one’s ever really noticed that before, at least not while you were on dates. You always subconsciously clocked it as some form of sexism but never made a fuss, so seeing Yunho so distraught is a foreign feeling. You’re eager to change the subject.
“So what made you like me?” Smooth, definitely not too direct at all.
“Oh?” He chuckles, “I thought I already told you why when we were at the park. I feel so comfortable around you, and you’re really good at what you do. It’s admirable.”
“That can’t possibly be enough to have a crush on-”
“You’re incredibly pretty, too,” his hand that was sitting in yours pulls away to rest on his cheek, tilting his head playfully, “I’ve been wanting to kiss you since you arrived.”
You stare, shocked, as the waiter comes back to drop off complimentary water and a promise of food coming soon. He only grins, stirring the ice in his cup with a straw before taking a sip. This wasn’t the shy, polite man you originally liked, but his teasing only makes you want him more.
“Too forward?”
You shake your head a bit too aggressively, almost completely ruining your hair, “No no no, I have too! You’re really cute.” No amount of talking could help you recover from how flustered you are right now.
“Aw,” fluttering his lashes, “so that’s why you like me?”
“I mean you’re also just really nice and observant of everyone around you,” you start fiddling with your own cup, “I guess I just felt comfortable with you, too.”
“Good to know the feeling’s mutual,” he breaks his teasing act and chuckles, and you can only manage to nurse the ice cold water in front of you. “I’m sure the guys have bugged you a lot so I don’t know what you know, but it’s been a long time since I’ve liked someone so much. It’s nice.”
His ears are that familiar bright red again, “are you nervous, Yunho?”
“Only a little,” he blushes even more at the question, rubbing his ears a bit and giggling, “are you?”
You nod, “I got dumped earlier this year and I wasn’t planning on doing anything this summer, so yeah. A little more than you are.”
“Why did he dump you?” A face of genuine confusion washes over him. It’s not that he thought it was a red flag, he just couldn’t think of a single reason anyone would abandon you.
“Ah, she just,” you sigh, wondering how much you should share. If you were a good person, you’d tell him everything. You’d tell him what your heart really desires and why your friends were being so mean that night you spent in his apartment. You’d be transparent about what you want out of a relationship, because that’s what first dates are for right?
“Sorry for assuming!” He shakes his head, “you can continue, though, I promise.”
“I think she just grew apart from me, I don’t know? We spent all of college together, but I think we were going in different directions.” He nods understandingly, and you feel a ping of guilt in your gut.
“Yeah that happens. I had a girlfriend my freshman year, but we ended up not having a lot of overlapping interests or anything. Conversations fizzled out quick.”
It’s your turn to nod, and Wooyoung’s words rattle around in your brain. Yunho’s a romantic, someone who puts his all into everything, including relationships. You could tell as much just seeing how he interacts with his friends, but hearing the disappointment in his voice scares you. The slight guilt you felt has grown into a consistent, dull ache of anxiety.
“Have you seen anyone since then?” You shuffle a bit in your seat, your breakups lingering in the air.
He nods, chuckling, “a few flings here and there, but nothing substantial. I don’t really love hookup culture, but I haven’t found anyone I really like.”
“Until now!”
“Right! Now I have someone I want to impress. She’s so pretty and nice, I just want to take care of her.” He stares at you fondly now, still blushing from his round cheeks to the tips of his ears.
“Oh really?” You trace the rim of your now empty cup with one finger.
“Mm, all my friends like her too. I think she’s perfect for me.”
“You’re so corny,” you laugh, slapping his hand. The anxiety fades as quickly as it appeared.
Your waiter might have the worst timing imaginable, because not even 2 seconds later does he plop a large slab of steak in front of Yunho. “Sorry ma’am, your meal will be out in just a few minutes!” You nod and watch him scurry back to the kitchen. When you turn your attention back to Yunho, his eyes are wider than you’ve ever seen in your life.
“Do you mind if I eat first?” He doesn’t look up at you, but you tell him it’s fine and watch as he instantly tears into his dinner, nodding excitedly at the first bite and shaking a fist as if he’s won the lottery. Your dish arrives a few minutes later as promised and you dig in as well, falling into a comfortable silence. Bits and pieces of conversations around you pass by, waiters rushing back and forth, a TV quietly playing golf highlights at the bar. You don’t want the night to end.
“This is your place right?” He pulls up to the curb and turns down the music. The car ride home was comfortable, both tired after some of the most filling and delicious meals you’ve had in a while. Fresh anxiety pooled in your gut at the thought of leaving him now.
“Do you want to come inside?” You offer and he’s smiling at you like he thought you’d never ask. “We could play games or something?”
“What games do you have?” He turns the car off and unlocks the doors, turning as much as he can to face you.
“I have a switch! I can start up Mario Kart or something,” his eyes sparkle at that, and you smile at your successful plan.
“Are you any good?”
“Better than you I bet,” you raise an eyebrow. He copies your expression before silently getting out of the car, and you follow. He doesn’t say a word as you lead him up the steps to your apartment on the second floor, or as you slink into your living room and settle in. You boot up your switch and download Mario Kart, and he only grins at you from his side of the couch when you hand him a controller.
“If I win,” he starts, eyes trained on the screen as he selects his kart setup, “I get to kiss you.”
You lean back into the couch and lock in your own kart, “deal.”
You tried your best, you really did. It might’ve been your best effort in the history of owning this game, even. But Yunho placed first in all four races easily, and by the last one he was so excited he barely waited for the scoreboard to appear before throwing the joycon to the side and grabbing your arm.
“This isn’t fair! I didn’t know you were a pro at this,” you argue, letting him move you with ease, thighs fully touching now and one arm slung around your shoulders.
“It was completely fair,” he chuckles just above your head. You look up and see his signature crooked smile plastered across his face, annoyingly proud of his own victory. His other hand comes up to cup your cheek.
“And now I get my prize.”
This time you’re prepared. It lasts longer than the kiss at the subway, his movements slow and intentional. His soft lips melt against yours and you feel his grip on you tighten a little, but it’s innocent. This time, you don’t let him pull away, though. Your hands wrap around his neck and you kiss back, leaning into him. He lets out a small, cute gasp before accepting you, and it all feels so natural. His lips moving against yours, your skin running hot beneath his hand, your leg against his. He tests the waters and swipes his tongue across your lip and you quickly respond, gripping the hair at the nape of his neck. He moves slowly and curiously, as if he has all the time in the world to explore you and he wants to spend every last second of it. But when his hand traces down your side to rest on your hip you know you need more.
“Lean back,” you finally pull away. He listens immediately, eyes glazed over with infatuation as he watches you swing one leg around him and sit comfortably in his lap. Your skirt rides up to your hips and his hands rub the newly exposed skin of your thighs, sending goosebumps down your legs.
“You know I really didn’t have any intention to sleep with you on the first date,” he mumbles, but you ignore him. You lean down and press soft kisses up his neck, purposely hitting every pretty mole on him, before making your way to his ear.
“Third,” you correct, “and it doesn’t matter, because it’s my intention now.” You feel his grip on you tighten even more and you continue to work your way painfully slowly down his neck, from one side to the other. He lets out shaky sighs at every small nip and suck, hands now fervently roaming around your body, squeezing any skin he can find. His fingers slide beneath your shirt and you can feel him make quick work of your bra, pushing you up just enough to slide both garments off.
You swear you feel him twitch beneath you, and he makes no effort to hide the way he takes in your exposed body, “where’s your room?” You can barely hear him, not when you’re so focused on the marks you’ve left on him and his blown out look. When you don’t respond, he pulls your hips forward, grinding against you. “Baby, your room?”
“The door with the poster on it,” you sigh at the friction. He wraps both hands firmly around your ass and stands up, effortlessly carrying you to your bed. He places you gently on the edge before nearly ripping off his shirt and pants, leaving nothing but the impossibly large tent in his underwear. You don’t have time to take in the sight, his large frame quickly maneuvering on top of you.
“I’d usually be more calm, but you’re so beautiful I can’t help myself,” he whispers, making his way down your neck. His kisses are aggressive and sloppy now, but just as slow as you were on him. His dick is pressed flush against your thigh, but when you try to roll your hips for some relief he presses you down with a firm hand. “Let me have my fun, love.”
All you can do is whine his name, fingers tangling in his hair as he sucks on your skin. At this point your clit is throbbing, heat spreading through you at every touch of his, but you know if you move again he’ll only get meaner. Part of you wants to try.
“Can I?” You feel slender fingers hook under your skirt and panties, and when you only whine his name again in response he takes no time pulling them off you.
“Yunho please,” you feel like you might start crying if he doesn’t touch you soon.
“So pretty for me.” He drops the last of your clothing on the floor behind him. “Did I get you this worked up already?”
Your legs falter a bit at his words, but he keeps his broad chest in between them, spreading you wide enough for his liking. You want to beg more, but he must read your mind because before you open your mouth his tongue is flat against your heat. He’s teasing at first, kitten licks with little pressure, but when you genuinely moan for the first time he gets to business. One hand wrapped around your thigh, the other makes its way below his busy mouth. Two fingers glide in, setting a slow and steady pace that only builds you up more.
He pulls up only briefly, fingers still going, to take in your blissed out state. You look back down at him at the loss of contact, but he only smirks, “I want you to watch me, love.”
All you can do is nod, struggling not to throw your head back into your covers as he goes back down. His long fingers brush against all the right places, his tongue flicking in perfect time to your building orgasm. He doesn’t speed up or slow down, he just keeps going until he feels your plush thighs clench around either side of him. You mumble his name over and over as it finally washes over you, feeling him lap up every last drop and holding your hips close to him.
“Fuck,” Yunho sighs, finally sitting up and letting your legs lay flat.
“How are you so good at that?” You prop yourself up on your elbows. Your head starts pounding a bit, but you still want more.
He chuckles and turns behind him, searching through his slacks left abandoned on the floor, “I told you I’ve had hookups every so often. I’m not clueless, you know.”
“I need to see what else you can do,” you tease, and just as you say it he produces a metal condom wrapper, grinning.
“Well you’re about to, if you’re up to it?” You almost ask why you wouldn’t be, but then you see it. You’ve only taken a few dicks in your life, but his was certainly the largest. He pumps a few times waiting for your response, parting his lips at the feeling.
“Yunho,” you mumble, taking in the sight. A thin sheen of sweat already covers his forehead, cheeks and chest a light shade of pink. He’s staring back at you, taking his bottom lip between his teeth as he etches your form into his memory.
“Is that a yes?” You nod and he slips the condom on before leaning back down over you. He kisses you again, as deep as humanly possible, and lines up with you. “Promise me you’ll say something if it hurts, okay?”
“I promise,” you smile up at him and he kisses you again, entering softly. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t sting, but it’s only for a second before you’re pulling him closer. He thrusts in again, fully burying himself this time, and you feel him groan against your lips.
“You’re perfect, you know that?” He sighs above you, setting a steady pace that has you digging into his shoulders. He drops his head into the crook of your neck, leaving open mouthed kisses on your hot skin in between his panting. You can’t help the stream of moans and curses that leave your mouth, you’ll have to deal with your neighbors’ complaints tomorrow.
One of his hands snakes down to your thigh again and he slows down to readjust. He leaves one last sloppy kiss on your jaw before straightening up and pushing your legs back, folding you in half. You grip the sheets until your knuckles pale, but nothing could prepare you for the feeling of him bottoming out in this position. He pistons into you, strangled breaths leaving his lips. You grab a pillow and bite down as hard as possible, it’s the only thing stopping you from screaming at the top of your lungs.
He gets sloppy quickly and you nearly orgasm at the sound of him groaning your name alone, voice deep and broken. His hips stutter, slamming into you one last time before he collapses on top of you. You both take deep breaths in tandem, recovering slowly and rubbing circles into his skin. He presses gentle kisses along your neck until he finds the energy to get up again, giving you a squeeze before sliding out.
“Did I wow you?” He jokes, discarding the condom and wrapper and finding a small towel to clean up with.
“Mm, I don’t know. Might have to try again,” you laugh, “there’s more towels in the bathroom across the hall.”
“We can in the morning baby,” his laughter is the last thing you hear as he disappears into the hallway. He quickly returns with a fresh wash cloth and a cup of water for you. You hold out a hand for the cloth, but he waves you away, cleaning you up himself. It’s so natural and careful you almost completely forget he was a stranger just a few weeks ago. You almost forget how temporary this all is.
“Don’t you need to get home?” you take a sip of water and hope it helps the dull headache from being jostled around.
He scoffs at you, genuinely surprised, “are you kidding me?”
“I just didn’t know if,”
“If I was joking about having you in the morning, too? Let me cuddle you to sleep or so help me god,” Yunho turns the lights off and flops onto the other side of your bed, tugging your arm. The longer you wait, the more he pouts and tugs, but eventually you give in.
You can’t help but leave small kisses all over each other as you lay entangled in the dark, neither of you wanting to fall asleep yet. His energy is overwhelming, heart beating softly against your cheek, thumbs rubbing small circles into your arms. You think this is the first night since you’ve arrived that you won’t end the day worried, that maybe this was the best possible way your night could’ve gone. Maybe the next few months will be okay. Maybe you should get some sleep.
And then you wake up, and he’s gone.
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10 | spiralling...
hogwarts au
pairing: hufflepuff!tzuyu x slytherin!reader
genre: fluff, slice of life
word count: 2.1k
warnings: swearing, mentions of injuries
summary: whether on the field or during class, you never shied away from trouble. and in your sixth year, trouble seemed to follow you like a shadow, though you couldn’t complain. especially when that series of misfortunes led you to the transfiguration prodigy, chou tzuyu.
includes: ateez’s san and wooyoung, red velvet's yeri, txt's yeonjun, viviz's sinb
status: ongoing
a/n: i feel like i make slytherin!reader unnecessarily angsty, like babygorl (non-gendered) life isn’t that serious, go stream crazy form and relax ! also thanks to @eternallyghosting for the moral support (and stopping me from throwing my laptop at the wall)
masterlist | chapter 9 | chapter 11
You’ve been avoiding Chou Tzuyu.
Much like how she’s been avoiding you.
Well… you didn’t know how accurate the second statement was. Of course, you would have to address her at some point to come to that conclusion.
After Tzuyu had run away from you, the first thing you did was head to practice. But the ground where you agreed upon was devoid of people. Gulping, you made your way to class, ignoring both your crushing guilt and your restless arm.
While you were grateful Tzuyu, or Kang Yeosang for that matter, were nowhere to be found. You still had to face your friends.
Wooyoung and San were seated at the very back, very uncharacteristic of the latter, but you guessed the situation asked for it. Both Yeonjun and Yeri were there with them, engrossed in what was probably a retelling of the morning. The second pair was very clearly showing their backs to the professor. Fortunately for them, the teacher seemed not to care one bit because, for one, Wooyoung wasn’t even taking this subject.
As you sneaked your way in, the professor rolled his eyes at you before turning back to drone on about the class. Avoiding questioning eyes, you made it to the back of the class just as Wooyoung noticed you. Taking a spot at the empty table to his left, you held your breath as four pairs of eyes turned to you.
In an instant, Wooyoung pressed himself to your side and took your left arm. “You didn’t say anything did you?” He pushed up your sleeve up to the elbow. “Did Madam Yun give you the healing potion—ugly green in colour?” He turned your arm around. “Did she give you anything else? It doesn’t seem to have worked, hmm.”
Even if you wanted to, you didn’t have the strength to yank your hand from Wooyoung's care. But you didn’t.
Knowing him, he expected answers so you obliged with a groan. “No, I didn’t say anything. Yes, I had the potion. No, she didn’t give anything else. This is just a side effect, it will be gone by the end of the day probably.”
You avoided his eyes when Wooyoung tilted his head in question, unconvinced.
San opened his mouth, no doubt about to ask how you were doing, after all, he was the last to see you at the clinic. But Yeri beat him to it.
“Eunbi is pissed, you know,” Yeri confessed, having been at the practice you missed.
“Does she know?” you asked, as you tried to gently pry your hand from Wooyoung’s grip.
“No, but it won’t be long before she finds out,” Yeri said. She seemed detached, but you noticed. Underneath her table, she crossed and uncrossed her legs, shifting almost as much as the gears in her head.
“She won’t be happy,” Yeonjun said as San nodded.
“Woo and Sangie did their best, but I don’t think it’ll do much—”
You interrupted San, finally yanking your hand from Wooyoung. “That’s right!” you almost yelled but caught yourself just at the right moment. “What were you and Yeosang thinking? Lying to Lee? What if she wasn’t in the mood to play along with you?”
“We were thinking that you, of all people, didn’t deserve to get expelled for punching that asshole." Wooyoung rolled his eyes and moved to your hand again, straightening out your sleeve.
“I doubt Yeosang thought that—”
“He’s not as cold as he looks, you know,” Wooyoung cut you off as he moved to button your shirt, undeterred by the blood stains. “Just a stickler for rules, otherwise, he’s basically harmless.”
“It’s true,” Yeonjun piped in. “He’s actually very cute.”
Both you and Yeri threw Yeonjun a questioning glare, not really understanding how that statement was relevant to this conversation but went with it anyway.
“Regardless, if it weren’t for him, you wouldn’t be sitting here,” that much you could agree on. Wooyoung had moved to your tie and fixed it up as well. “Besides, with both of Lee’s star pupils having your back, there was no way she would’ve expelled you.”
That was the type of faulty thinking you never entertained in all your years at Hogwarts.
“Tzuyu definitely wouldn’t have let it happen,” Wooyoung barely got out the words, almost as if it was an internal thought that had made it to his lips without his decision.
If that was true, then why did she turn tail the second she was alone with you?
You couldn’t help but frown at the thought.
Wooyoung finally pulled away from you when Yeri spoke up again. “So how do we handle Eunbi?”
Happy that it doesn’t directly involve him, Wooyoung relaxed in his seat and bared his dimples at the rest of you.
Handle Eunbi? There was no such thing. What she says goes, and most of the time, you trusted her decision without question.
“Well, if she knows, it's her decision to bench me—”
“There's no way she’s benching you!” San said, appalled but cringed when he realised how loud his voice had come out.
“There’s no point stressing about that,” Yeonjun added, nonchalantly. “She simply can’t afford to bench you—”
“And since Lee is on your side, it's all up to Eunbi,” Yeri concluded. “She won’t bench you.”
But that was never your worry.
Frowning, you hid your trembling arm underneath the table as you turned your attention to the class. However, not before catching Yeri’s grimace.
When you exited the class later, you attempted to apologise to the professor on behalf of your friends. Unsurprisingly, you received an irate get out! from him.
The rest of the day passed you in a blur, you just followed your friends around. And when it came to the classes you shared with Tzuyu, you decided to skip them for the day. Instead, you grabbed your broom from your dorm and headed straight for Jeongyeon’s tunnel. The time through the one that connects under and out the other side of the Ravenclaw tower. If you stayed close to the water, even stray students who skipped class like you should miss you.
Within just seconds in the air, you knew something was wrong. Before you could nosedive into the lake, you brought yourself back down. While you didn’t crash face-first into the dirt, you did stumble off your broom. Not a promising sign when you have a game in less than a week.
Ignoring the way your left arm was shaking, you gripped your broom in your right and walked back to where you were. Once again, you mounted your broom and lifted off. This time around, you were stable, floating in the air but in place—classic first-year challenge. Although, it was normal to feel some sense of movement when seated on a broom—you were flying after all—it wasn’t supposed to be as obvious as it was.
Almost like a bee, you buzzed in place, twitching forwards and backwards from time to time much like your arm does. And when you tighten your grip on the broom, you just tip forward, ready to be thrown off the broom again. This shouldn’t be a problem, as a Beater you didn’t need both hands on the broom. So when you lifted your left arm away, not only did the broom straighten but also stopped acting up.
Flight came easy to you. But you couldn’t rejoice just yet.
Making circles above the lake was no difficult task, it was as if you were never injured in the first place.
The problem lay where you lost complete control of your left arm from the elbow down.
It was just thrashing around to your side, completely useless. And in the moments where you did gain some semblance of control, your muscle pulled, shooting jabbing pain up your arm and forcing you to stop flying before you could take a dip in freezing cold water. There was absolutely no way you'd be able to hold a bat, let alone aim or deflect a Bludger.
And when you switched arms, hoping to use your right as the batting hand, you might as well be possessed with how you jumped across the air on your broom.
As the sun began its descent down the sky, you decided it was time to return to your common room. You could fix this problem, you had to, you had a week to so… well, less than.
That night, you skipped dinner as well.
Unfortunately for you, Eunbi decided to do the same.
As you rose from the couch, your excuse was already on your lips. “Listen, you have to understand—”
Eunbi gestured for you to stay seated, as she made her way right to your side. “Give me your arm.”
Following orders, you pulled up your sleeve and raised it.
“It looks fine,” then she pressed on your palm, and your hand shot out of her grasp. “Never mind.”
This is the first night all over again.
The creases formed by Eunbi’s frown seemed deeper under the dim lights, ageing her much older than she was.
You wanted to ask her questions. How did she find out about your arm so quickly? Did she hear about your fight? How much of it did she hear was accurate? Who had told her? Did she know about Lee’s interference? Or about Wooyoung and Yeosang’s? Well, really Tzuyu's. What did she think about Hyukwoo? What did she think about you? Your actions? What happens now?
Every question running through your mind was another second Eunbi stayed silent.
“Did you skip your classes today?”
Now that was the last question you thought she’d ask. And who snitched on you?
“Yes,” you said with a blank expression.
“Did you practice?” she asked, for a second, her eyes flitting to the lake.
“Yes,” you nodded. “But just flying”
“How did your arm affect you then?” she asked, catching your eyes again.
“It wasn’t… It wasn't great.”
“Okay,” Eunbi nodded to herself. “We’ll have to use the same method from second year.”
“But it’s not just weak, I have no control—”
“Well, it’s our best shot. And Madam Yun says it should go away—”
“You spoke to Madam Yun about this? When did you get the time—?”
“That doesn’t matter,” Eunbi shrugged as she folded her arms, physically defending herself even when her words were dismissive. “I want you to practice whenever you can and always with someone. Preferably with Yeri, of course."
Eunbi paused to consider something.
"Did you try to fly handless?"
Now, why didn't you think of that?
"No, I didn't."
It wouldn't be hard for you, not really. But in a game, especially with your role, accuracy was vital. Automatically, as one hand swings the bat, the other will find its place on the broom. You simply couldn't afford to steer handless.
Eunbi seemed to come to the same conclusion.
"That's not a problem," she nodded. "Whether you want to fly or bat with that hand is your choice but whatever you choose, focus on consistency, not strength.”
Although she didn’t explicitly say the words, it was clear she believed your hand wouldn’t be cooperating in time for the game. Perhaps, she was right.
“Don’t get all mopey about it,” Eunbi said, gently smacking your right shoulder. “If anything goes south, we can figure it out on the spot.”
When you just stared at your hand, Eunbi grabbed your chin and forced you to look at her.
“Just practice and keep me updated daily, alright?” Eunbi ordered. “We’re not losing the game, trust me.”
You nodded, believing her.
“Now that’s over with,” Eunbi sighed, and folded her arms again. “I heard you soiled my Transfiguration textbook.”
Shit.
You don’t even know where it was.
Last you remembered, you’d thrown it to the ground before you charged at Hyukwoo. Or was it at Madam Yun’s after you'd been dropped there by San?
Eunbi scoffed with a roll of her eyes. “I’ll get you another textbook but don't expect a free pass this time. We'll annotate it together and I'm testing how well you've studied so far. "
Yeah, that was deserved.
"We can figure that out sometime after the game, and try not to destroy it this time.”
With another pat on your shoulder, Eunbi headed for the dorms.
“I’m sorry,” you turned around in your seat and called out. "Really!"
“Whatever,” Eunbi threw a hand in the air, clearly too tired to care about this.
“Hold on, are you going to sleep? Now? Did you have dinner?”
“I had a bread roll—”
“Are you serious right now—?”
“Tell me what to do when you’re not being all sad and shit. You go eat dinner,” Eunbi said in a flippant manner as she took the stairs.
“Eunbi!”
“Goodnight, Y/N,” and with that she disappeared.
any feedback is much appreciated.
a/n: literally nothing happens in this chapter im sorry. also if you all are sick of reading the same fucking day for like the last four chapters, you don't understand HOW SICK i am of writing this stupid day. like slytherin!reader stop fucking crying waah waah waah i dont want to hear it !!
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Pride & Prejudice & Partridges (J.Seresin)
Pairing: Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x plus size!reader, Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x librarian!reader, Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Garcia!reader, Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x latina!reader
Word Count: 4580
A/N: Written for @jupitercomet's 12 Days of Christmas Challenge. I had Day 1-Secret Santa. This is also my first Top Gun Maverick fic, so go easy on me! I want to thank the wonderful and amazing @jobean12-blog for letting me bounce ideas off of her and helping me break through my writer's block. Also, many, many thanks to @navybrat817, for her firsthand knowledge of Navy life and for answering my countless questions. You two rock!
Triggers: Death of parents (just mentioned, no specifics), negative talk about self, body image issues. Angst with a happy ending.
‼️⚠️I do not give permission for any of my work to be copied, translated or reposted anywhere else but on my own blog.⚠️‼️
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You were content with the quiet life you led. Working as a librarian on a US Navy installation allowed you that freedom. NAS Miramar wasn’t small, but it wasn’t huge either. When you worked in the public library system, you were busy quite often…and it was starting to wreak havoc on your mental health. Luckily, around the time you were trying to decide what to do with your career, your brother, Mickey ‘Fanboy’ Garcia, called you to let you know he was going to be stationed at NAS Miramar for the foreseeable future to be part of the now permanent Dagger Squad.
So, you moved to San Diego and onto the installation with Mickey, leaving your hometown behind (it didn’t really bother you to leave because your parents had been gone for several years and your introverted nature didn’t grant you close friends). He helped you get the job at the library and that was that.
The day you finished unpacking your things, Mickey told you he was going to take you out to meet the rest of the squad because the only person you knew was Reuben and you needed to meet some new people in your new home:
“Are you sure that’s okay? I don’t want to invade your group or anyth--"
“Sis…really? This night is for you! I’ve told them all about you and how excited I am to have you with me again.” You smiled big and giggled.
“Aw, you’re such a sweetheart, aren’t ya little bro?”
“Shut up”, pouted Mickey. You grabbed his hand and pulled him to you.
“Thanks. Te quiero, hermanito.”
“I love you too.”
When you and Mickey arrived at the local watering hole, The Hard Deck, you were instantly greeted by Reuben. He pulled you into a tight hug, calling you Little Garcia (which was a ridiculous nickname, seeing as how you were older than Mickey by a year). Shortly after that, Bob, Rooster, Phoenix, and Coyote showed up. You were all sitting around one of the pool tables, drinking beers (in your case, it was an ice cold Dr. Pepper because you weren’t big on drinking) when you heard the most suave and cocky sounding, Texas accent ever:
“What do we have here?” You saw Phoenix roll her eyes and smile.
“Little Garcia, this here is Bagman.”
“Hangman.”
“Whatever.” Hangman laughed and pulled Phoenix into a hug. When she let him go, he turned to look at you.
“So, you’re Fanboy’s sister.” You nodded.
“Y-yes. That’d, uh, that’d be me.”
“Well m’dear, we’re all really happy that Fanboy has you close by again.”
“I’m glad to be here Hangman.” He smiles big and sits on the barstool next to you.
“Please, call me Jake.”
“Okay, Jake.” If this man keeps looking at you with those gorgeous green eyes, you were going to melt.
“So, tell me Little Garcia, what do you do?”
“I’m a librarian. I’m going to be working on base and living with Mickey”, you replied. “Since I was moving down here, he managed to get out of the barracks and into a small house on base.” Jake clapped his hands together and looked around at the group.
“You’re going to be living on the base? That means you deserve your own callsign!” The rest of the squad voiced their agreement. “The question is, what do we call you?”
“How about Libby?” suggested Bob. He made a face when everyone groaned. “I know, I know.” A few of the others made their own suggestions of library related callsigns before Jake stood from his spot next to you.
“I’ve got it!” Jake turned back to you with a huge smile on his face, “How about…Dewey?”
You felt heat crawling up your neck because of the way he was looking at you, like you were the only woman in the room. You knew that that wasn’t possible, that someone as good looking and amazingly talented and a hero like Jake would never look at someone like you that way. Why would a man who looked like he was crafted by Zeus himself look at a chubby librarian twice, when he could have women like Phoenix, or your cousin Isabella (who stole the first boy you ever really had a chance with, away)?
“I like it. Thanks, Jake.” He pulled you into a hug, squeezing you tight.
Oh Lord. You were in trouble.
That was a year ago. Over the last year, it was like you became an honorary member of the Dagger Squad. They became the family you and Mickey were missing. Most of them came to visit you at work. One of those people was Jake. The first time he came by, a month after the two of you met, you were shelving books and he’d snuck up on you, giving you a moment worthy of fan fiction itself.
You stepped up onto the plastic footstool and filed the book in its spot, on the topmost shelf. You had an earbud in and were singing quietly along to “Remember Me” from Coco since you very rarely ever got someone in the library this early in the day, which meant you didn’t hear the door open, and you didn’t hear footsteps coming towards you. You felt something tap you on the shoulder and you let out a scream, feeling yourself tilt backwards. You squeezed your eyes shut and braced yourself for the inevitable pain, but it never came. Instead, you felt the warm embrace of familiar arms.
“You can open your eyes now, darlin’.” Opening one eye, you saw Jake smiling at you. “Sorry I scared you, Dewey.”
“Oh, it’s not a problem. I should’ve been paying more attention and–” It was then that you realized Jake was holding you bridal style. “Oh my God! Jake! Put me down! You’re going to hurt your back or something and I’m going to get in trouble for breaking government property. I’m way too hea–”
You would’ve rambled on had Jake not stopped you.
“Dewey. I’m going to need you to relax. You’re not going to mess up my back and you’re not going to get in trouble. I have trained a long time and I don’t want to sound like a cocky bastard–” You gave him a judgmental eyebrow raise and a Look. “Okay, you have a point.”
“Seriously Jake, I don’t want to hurt you!” Jake rolled his eyes but put you down carefully. “Thank you. I know you work out..I mean look at you, of course you do. I just-lifting weights and doing bench presses is one thing, Jake…”
“Dewey…”
“Thank you for saving me from getting hurt”, you say before Jake can continue with whatever platitudes someone as good looking, built, and thin as him can come up with. You smooth out the skirt of your bright red button front chiffon dress and look up at him since he has at least half a foot on you. “Is there something I can help you find today, Lt. Seresin?”
Jake’s jaw clenched and you could tell he wanted to say more. What you couldn’t figure out was why he seemed to care this much about how you thought of yourself. He was just a friend.
“Uh, no…no.” He ran a hand through his light brown hair. “My sister is coming to visit next week with my nieces for Family Weekend. Are y’all doing anything special?”
“Of course!” You gave him a big smile and proceeded to run through the activities that were planned.
The following week, you got to meet Jesse and Isla Seresin. The bonus was getting to see ‘Uncle Jake’ in action first hand and you hated it because every minute you spent in his presence was making you fall in love with him. This was something you didn’t want because you knew you couldn’t afford a broken heart. Not again. You’d only recently been able to put your heart back together finally coming to term with the loss of your parents. You weren’t going to let a crush derail that progress.
Over the next 10 months, Jake visited you at the base library often, acting like that first conversation between you two never happened. You’d ask after Isla and Jesse, how school was going and when they’d be back to visit again. Jake would even bring you gifts from the girls for their ‘favorite librarian’ when he’d come back from visiting them.
Sometimes Jake would come to the library because he needed to research something for a mission or because he needed to develop some sort of lesson plan now that he was an instructor at TOPGUN. Sometimes he’d come by just to chat. During those chats, you found yourself opening up to him. One day in October, almost a year after you moved to San Diego, Jake and some of the squad were at the library helping with the Halloween Festival for the kids the library staff was throwing in the parking lot. You and Jake were manning the ‘Balloon Dart’ booth, chatting away the time while waiting for some new challengers.
“You know Dewey, in all the time I’ve known you, I don’t think I’ve ever asked you what your favorite book is”, said Jake.
“Is this you asking?”
“Mmhmm.”
“Pride & Prejudice”, you replied, keeping your eyes on your feet. “I know, you don’t have to say it. It’s totally cliché.”
“It’s not cliché at all. It’s a good book.” You looked up at Jake’s comment.
“You like Pride & Prejudice?”
“Your Lizzie Bennett is showing, you know.”
“Sorry.”
“No worries. I read it for school, and I just really liked it”, said Jake. “So, why is it your favorite?”
“It’s one of the first books my mom and I read together”, you replied. Smiling sadly, you continue. “She’d read me a chapter a night. It took a while, but we finally finished it. Afterwards, we borrowed the six-disc BBC mini-series from our local library and watched it all in one day. Colin Firth was so handsome and a perfect Mr. Darcy. Then in 2005, she surprised me with tickets to the movie as a late birthday gift and I just adored Matthew MacFadyen’s version of Darcy. It fed my love of reading, which then inspired my choice in career. Before they died, mom and I had been looking for the ‘Peacock edition’ of the book that was released in 1894. It’s one of the most valuable and gorgeous versions because of the cover and illustrations by Hugh Thomson. I had almost tracked one down, but then…”
You looked away, not wanting to let Jake see you cry, but were unsuccessful. Jake reached over and tipped your face up so he could look you in the eye, and wrapped his free hand around your ample waist, pulling you closer.
“I’m sorry about your parents. It can’t have been easy for you and Fanboy.” He placed the hand he’d had under your chin on your cheek and wiped away the few tears that escaped.
“It wasn’t. He hides it better than I do, but he was just as broken. It’s why I’m so thankful for Reuben and the rest of you. When I couldn’t be there for him, all of you were…so, thank you, Jake.”
The way he was looking at you made you weak in the knees, and you saw him leaning towards you. Was Jake Seresin about to kiss you? Unfortunately, you wouldn’t find out because as he got closer, one of the kids ran up to the booth and you two jumped apart.
You watched him closely, out of the corner of your eye, the rest of the night. You made sure you were always busy with the kids or whatever else was needed at the booth so that you weren’t available to talk with Jake. You could tell he wanted to say something about what happened, but you really didn’t want to deal with the rejection and the explanation that it was a mistake.
As Jake was explaining the rules to one of the kids, you saw her mother fluffing her hair and adjusting her ‘assets’. She put on the biggest (fakest) smile she could when Jake turned his attention to her. You rolled your eyes as you eyeballed the diamond on her left hand. Did she think that he would just ignore that she was married and fall into her bed? You knew Jake was imperfect, but he would never stoop that low.
You loved him. You knew that now, because you gave up on trying to not fall in love with him months ago. You hoped it wasn’t obvious because you didn’t want to be that chubby girl who was in love with the hot guy and acted like a stalker. Becoming that stereotype was not going to happen.
Over the next month, you did absolutely everything in your power to avoid Jake Seresin. You changed your shifts at work as much as you could so you wouldn’t be there when you knew he had free time and if he came in when you were there, you made sure you were busy or your coworkers would take care of him for you. You didn’t go out to the Hard Deck on the weekends or anytime you knew he’d be there.
The week before Thanksgiving, you were at work when you received a visitor.
“Dewey?” You looked up from your work to see Phoenix in the doorway of your office.
“Hey Phe! Come on in.” She stepped into your office and took a seat across from you. “So, what brings you by?”
“We’ve missed you”, she said. “All of us.” The underlying meaning in her words didn’t skate past your understanding.
“I-I just can’t Phe. I won’t be able to get over him if I’m around him constantly. And I have to get over him because when he eventually finds someone–”
“Dewey, he doesn’t want to find anyone else.”
“Nat, I’m going to explain something to you, okay?” You took a deep breath and continued, “Men as good looking as Jake or Rooster or any of them don’t go for women like me. I know I’m not ugly, I never said that, but I am fat. It’s just a fact. Someone who takes care of himself like Jake is expected to be with a woman who looks like you. Like the high school trope, the quarterback and the cheerleader. I’m just the nerd who helps tutor the quarterback. Who, like an idiot, falls for him and thinks that because he was so nice to me, maybe I should tell him how I feel. When I do, he goes and laughs about it with his cheerleader girlfriend and all the other jocks.
I reached too far Nat. Like I said, I need to get over him because I need to be able to be around him when he finds his cheerleader.”
Phoenix huffed.
“I didn’t know you felt like this.”
“I’ve been dealing with this since I was a kid. I was compared to my cousin and how she looked.”
“Why didn’t you come talk to me?” Phoenix leaned forward and took your hand.
“Phe, you’ve got enough on your plate, enough to deal with”, you reply. “Besides, you’re not my therapist. I didn’t want to burden you with my problems. I’m already enough of a burden to Mickey. I’m his older sister and he thinks he has to take care of me.”
“Can I say something now?” she asked, and you nodded. “You are not a burden. Not to me, not to Jake, and especially not to Fanboy. He’s your brother and he loves you. Before you moved here, he may have smiled and joked around, but it never really meant much. He was just okay. After you let him know you were coming to San Diego, you should’ve seen how happy he was. His smile was huge, and his eyes didn’t look empty. You’ve made all of our lives better.”
By the time she finished, tears fell silently down your cheeks.
“Thank you, Phe. I love you, you know.”
“I love you too, Dewey.” Phoenix came around the desk and pulled you into a tight hug. “Believe it or not, this wasn’t the only reason I came to see you.” You pulled away and wiped your cheeks.
“What can I help you with?”
“Some of us are having a Friendsgiving thing next week. I wanted to know if you and Fanboy wanted to join us.”
“Um…”
“He’s going to Texas to see his family.”
“Okay then.”
Friendsgiving with Rooster, Phoenix, Reuben, and Mickey was one of the happiest times you had. After dinner, Phoenix brought out a small basket with several small pieces of paper.
“What’s this?” You looked over at your brother with a questioning look.
“Last Christmas, we all decided that a Secret Santa with the squad would be fun. Since it was a hit, we’re doing it again.” He took the basket from Phoenix and held it out to you, “It’s your first time, so you get the first draw. No take backsies, unless you get your own name.”
“Got it.” You closed your eyes and shoved your hand in the basket, rooting around for a few seconds before finally grabbing a paper. You unfolded it, shielding the paper from prying eyes. You smiled at the ‘Bob’ written on the paper. You were close enough with Bob and knew the perfect gift for him.
“When do we have to have the gifts ready?” you asked the group.
“Penny’s having a Christmas party at The Hard Deck next month on the 15th”, said Rooster. You felt your stomach drop. You weren’t making any progress in getting over the feelings you had for Jake, and you didn’t think you were ready to see him again.
“Awesome. Can’t wait.” Bob came in for Book Club all the time, so you could slip him his gift then and not have to worry about being at the party. Everyone would be so busy enjoying it, they probably wouldn’t even notice you weren’t there. How wrong you were.
Now.
Sure enough, the day before Penny’s Christmas party, Bob stopped by the library. He loved his gift; you’d gotten him a cookie decorating class that was online and prerecorded so he wouldn’t miss any of the days because of work and emphasized intricate decorating techniques.
He gave you a kiss on the cheek and a big hug in thanks, promising you the first batch of cookies he made with his newfound knowledge. Before leaving, he asked if he’d see you the next day at The Hard Deck. You felt bad about lying but told him no because you had to take care of something important. In reality, you were going to hide out at the library for a few hours and then go home.
So, you did. Your phone started going off only a few minutes after everyone was supposed to be arriving at The Hard Deck. You ignored the texts from Phoenix, Mickey, Bob, and Reuben and were about to shut your phone off when a call from Mickey came through.
“What?”
“Where are you?”
“I’m busy.”
“You’re a bad liar, you know, hermanita.” You rolled your eyes.
“Is there a reason you’re calling Mickey?”
“Everyone is wondering where you are.” You could hear voices and the jukebox going in the background; it sounded like a good time. “And I mean everyone.”
“Mickey…I can’t, okay? I won’t be a novelty or something he bides his time with until he finds someone better, someone prettier. Someone thinner and more appropriate for him.”
“That’s complete bullshit. And Hangman is a lot of things, but that isn’t something he’d ever do. Please believe me. When I met him, I thought he was a complete dick. The only one who didn’t was Coyote, and that’s only because they’ve been friends for years, so he knows how much of a good man Jake is.”
Mickey went on about Jake’s pros and as you were about to cut him off and hang up, you heard another voice.
“Fanboy, who are you talking to?” Jake. He’d seen your brother having a heated discussion while on the phone, and since he hadn’t seen you yet, he put two and two together.
“Don’t you say a word Mickey. Don’t you do it.”
“Um…”
“Fanboy, is it Dewey? Where is she?”
“I’m under orders to not say anything.”
“Bullshit. Tell me. Now. I need to talk to her.”
“No.” You knew your brother and you could hear his resolve weakening in his voice. Suddenly, you heard what sounded like a scuffle on the other end and shouts of Give it back Hangman! before another voice came on the line.
“Dewey? Dewey, please, tell me where you are. I need to talk to you.” You pressed ‘mute’, so he wouldn’t hear you starting to cry. “Please darlin’. Tell me where you are.”
You almost broke at the pleading in his voice. You didn’t understand why he was so determined about seeing you. You were just friends. You took a deep breath and unmuted the call.
“I’m sorry Jake, but I’m not going to do that.”
“Darlin’, pl–”
“Goodnight Jake.” You hung up and put your phone on ‘Do Not Disturb’, so you could listen to music while you did some shifting and didn’t have to worry about phone calls interrupting you.
You were in a Metallica-type of mood, so you chose the correct playlist and put in your earbuds. ‘All Nightmare Long’ transitioned in to ‘Master of Puppets’ (your favorite song), and you shimmied along the aisles, shifting books around so they weren’t so tightly packed together.
Once again, you were so distracted by your task and the music, you didn’t hear someone knocking on the front door of the building or even walking in. He heard you, though. Jake called out for you, but when he didn’t get a response, he went to check your office. Seeing your things still there, he was dead quiet to find out where you were...until he heard you singing.
‘Come crawling faster (faster)
Obey your master (master)
Your life burns faster (faster)
Obey your master
Master!
Master!’
Jake took the stairs two at a time, finding you in the graphic novel section. You had your back to him, and he knew you were going to be mad, but he just had to. Unbeknownst to you, he tiptoed up to you and tapped you on the shoulder.
You let out an almighty shriek and spun around, your feet getting tangled together. Jake launched himself forward and caught you before you could fall and get hurt.
“You okay Dewey?” You smacked him on the chest and pushed him away.
“Jake Seresin! How could you do that to me?!” You pulled your earbuds out and pocketed them. You looked over at Jake and were glad to see he was looking slightly ashamed.
“I’m sorry darlin’.”
“What are you doing here Jake? I wanted to be alone.”
“I needed to see you.”
“Why? What could you possibly have to say to me right now? There’s a party with everyone there and yet you’re here, wasting your time with me.” You crossed your arms and leaned against the shelf.
“First of all, you’re not there, so not everyone is there.” Jake reached behind him and pulled a wrapped, rectangular something he’d tucked into his back pocket. “Secondly, I needed to give you this. I’m your Secret Santa.’
“You could’ve just given it to Mickey to give to me.”
“Dewey, just take it, please.”
“Fine.” You reached over and took the package from Jake’s hands. You were carefully unwrapping the gift when Jake spoke up.
“Why have you been avoiding me?”
“I haven’t b–”
“Don’t lie to me. I may act like an idiot, but I’m not one. Anytime I go to visit you, either you’re not there because you changed your schedule, or you get one of the others to deal with me. When we all get together at the Hard Deck, you never show. Fanboy feeds us whatever lie you tell him, but I know better. I know you, something happened to make you avoid me and the others.”
“Jake…” Before you could continue, you pushed the wrapping paper of the gift to reveal a book. A copy of the ‘Peacock Edition’ of Pride & Prejudice, originally published in 1894, making this a first printing. You carefully opened the book to look through it. No creases, the spine was perfect for a book that was almost 130 years old, and it was beautiful.
“Do you like it?” In your astonishment, you’d forgotten he was standing there.
“Jake, Jake, I-I-I can’t believe you remembered?”
“I did.” You felt tears starting to form and threatened to fall down your cheeks.
“Jake, I c-can’t accept this. It-It’s too much.”
“It’s not too much darlin’. I just hope it makes you feel closer to your mom.” The tears fell in a steady flow now. Jake rushed forward and took your face in your hands. “Please don’t cry baby.”
You shut your eyes and basked in the feeling of his hands on your cheeks.
“Why did you do this Jake? This isn’t something you do for a friend for a Secret Santa gift.” You hear Jake chuckle.
“Open your eyes darlin’.” You took a deep breath and slowly opened your eyes to look into green ones. “You know why, Dewey.”
“I need you to say it. I won’t believe it unless you do.”
“I love you, Miss Garcia.”
“Jake…” You gave him a big watery smile.
“I know you have your reservations because of some weird reason that you think you don’t deserve me just because of the way you look. Baby, that can’t be further from the truth. I love you because of who you are, of what you’ve overcome, of what you’ve done–”
“I’m just a librarian, Jake. I’m not anyone special. But you, you’re a literal hero. I read, you fly planes and save the world…how could I ever measure up?”
“Darlin’, you’re a hero too, to the girls. I can never talk with Isla and Jesse without hearing Miss Garcia this and Miss Garcia that and When can we see Miss Garcia again, Uncle Jake? They were both having trouble with their reading, but after meeting you, they’re the top readers in each of their classes.”
“I–” Before you could say anything else, Jake surged forward and kissed you. You’d only ever been kissed a few times in your life, but this blew the other kisses out of the water, it obliterated them. It reminded you of The Princess Bride, and the thought brought a smile to your face.
When the lack of air finally became an issue, you pulled away and leaned your forehead against Jake’s.
“I love you too, Jake, so much.”
Jake smiled that perfect smile of his and kissed you again. So focused on the kiss, neither of you heard the footsteps up the stairs, and didn’t know Reuben, Mickey, Rooster, Coyote, Phoenix, and Bob were watching the two of you make out until Coyote spoke up.
“Yeah buddy! Get your girl!” You and Jake broke apart in surprise.
“What the hell guys?!”
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hi betts! thx for writing free ride, its one of my fav. i sent this bcz of your a/n at the end of chap 2:
"I don't know where communist frat boy Sejanus or lowkey yandere Lucy Gray came from but they are here and they aren't leaving."
im always afraid of characters running on their own when i try to write a fic. im afraid they wont be in character anymore if i let them be. so i try to be careful and meticulous, but instead it stops me from writing.
have u ever tried to stop charas when they run on their own because they end up not in character? how do you do characterisation when you write a fic?
whenever i get an ask about how to stay IC, in my heart i'm wiping a cartoonish drop of sweat from my brow and stepping in front of a mountain of comments accusing me of OOC.
it's interesting to me that anxiety about writing OOC comes from a proprietary feeling toward existing characters. both our own proprietary feeling which grants us the interest in writing fanfic about them, but also the reader's proprietary feelings which lead them to go "he wouldn't fucking say that."
there's a paradox there, though. many of us write fic to be self-indulgent. self-indulgence means prioritizing the ideal. the ideal sometimes means taking characters away from their canon selves in order to fit the story we're writing.
my whole motivation for Free Ride is wanting to see how coriolanus would be different growing up in contemporary american capitalism. canonically, he's a tyrant. but we have no idea why or how, in canon, north america became panem. panem is not a free market economy; there's not even evidence coriolanus knows what capitalism is. controlling commerce is one of his greatest anxieties. the idea that the capitol could be once again cut off from necessary imports is what leads him to make virtually every decision he makes in both tbosas and thg. so i think he would detest the idea of a free market, but he would never be a socialist.
which is all to say, a lot of the fic i've written these past few years have been kind of "what if" character studies in lieu of writing meta. with that being the goal, i'm less concerned about the characterization of anyone else. suzanne collins set me up well with developing characters who have a strong voice; ultimately, when people say "he wouldn't fucking say that" i think they mean "he wouldn't fucking say that in that way." in the case of tbosas, with the film and book being so different in terms of characterization, i feel there's a bit of leniency anyway. i'm writing book coriolanus with movie lucy gray and sejanus.
also, i think part of the fun of fanfic is selling your characterization. "yandere lucy gray" is a kind of thesis statement and the fic, i hope, backs up that interpretation. sans fearing for her life, i think lucy gray would be a bored twentysomething who feels like a big fish in a little pond and is eager to indulge in the kind of intensity she craves. canonically, i think you can argue they bring out the worst in each other. consciously, i'd gone into this fic eager to see how coriolanus would develop in this particular circumstance. unconsciously, lucy gray and sejanus's voices developed on their own around the premise.
there have been a few situations where i wrote characters in the entirely wrong direction before catching myself. i think i had about 40k of Digging for Orchids written when i realized i'd written xie lian wrong. i imparted on him my own interpretation of a happy ending. i can't really wrap my head around ambition or the drive for fame, so initially he came to accept his fall from grace and moved on from acting. but i remembered that canonically he's a god and his story is about ascension. in a modern au, household name fame is what would make him happiest. so i had to go back a ways and write in a different direction so i could give him the ending he deserved, even if it's not something i would ever choose for myself.
which is all to say, it's important to acknowledge that what you want for your story and what is "right" (in this case, IC) may sometimes be at odds with each other. sometimes what you want is more important, because that's why you're writing in the first place. but sometimes you can have what you want and also stay IC. in the case of Free Ride, i could write you a paper on the choices i made about coriolanus's characterization. i have dozens of annotations in my copy of tbosas interpreting his canon behavior in a modern context. but my only support for communist frat boy sejanus is that i think it's very funny and also the movie totally mangled his character so i feel slightly more justified in making him who i need him to be for the story.
write the story you want to read. once it's written, you can go back and figure out if some piece of characterization isn't sitting right with you. in writing, all things can be fixed. and if you don't feel like fixing them, you don't have to. it's your story.
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tailspin pt three (in another life, maybe we're meant to be)
pt one | pt two | pt three | pt four | masterlist | sequel
pairing- jake 'hangman' seresin x female bartender!reader (no use of y/n)
synopsis-
“I deserve someone who wants me,” you add, when it’s clear he has no response.
“I want you,” he promises quickly, too quickly, in a way that tells you he doesn’t comprehend what those words actually mean.
warnings- 18+ only, explicit cheating (still not a he lied about being married fic), ooooo jealous possessive jake wants to break stuff, spanking, piv sex, dom!hangman and his dirty mouth, slight dumbification/degradation, begging, authority kink, praise kink probably, readers probably in subspace, lots of angst not promising happy endings still I'm too set on jake being toxic
length- 3.8k ish words
an- this is my favorite part, probably the only one I'm minorly proud of writing so don't know why I made it the third part but whatcha gonna do
Now.
Alex is probably one of your favorite regulars. He’s polite, he flirts, but not too much, and always tips well. It helps that he’s very, very easy on the eyes. You can tell he’s been working up the courage to ask you out for weeks, and you’ve been dreading it in a vague sort of way, mind still consumed with the mess you’ve made for yourself and a certain blonde pilot.
“No hard feelings,” he says after he slides his number over. “If you’re not interested. It would be nice to see you outside of here though."
Unfortunately for Alex, you’re just standing there counting all the ways he’s not Jake.
“You’ve been in a funk lately,” Penny muses after he leaves. “Give him a shot, will you?”
You don’t even have it in you to scold her for beating a dead horse.
Against your better judgment, and mostly because you’re out of excuses with Penny, you do agree to go out with Alex. You tell yourself it’ll just be drinks, low pressure. You figure you can take him to a sticky service industry-laden dive bar, he’ll get points if he doesn’t get scared off. Maybe you’ll even end up liking him, having a good time.
It’s a lie, but you can convince yourself. You have all afternoon.
•••
Eyes adjusting to the dim lighting of the bar, you immediately want to facepalm, wishing Coronado was bigger. You’d suggested a place that you’d never mentioned to Jake, one you didn’t think he’d know about. You didn’t want to chance running into him at your usual spots. Of course, what you didn’t count on, is that Jake is avoiding you too.
Should’ve gone to San Diego, you both think simultaneously.
Which is how you end up with Jake Seresin boring holes into the back of your head while you play pool with your date.
Alex doesn’t seem to recognize him, must be the lack of uniform. You thank your lucky stars for that, trying to ignore the heat rising in your core with Jake’s eyes fixed on you.
Jake’s eye is twitching.
Every nerve ending is unsettled, he wants to rip his hair out, or better yet, rip the hair from the scalp of that idiotic brunette you’re playing pool with. His hand is so tense around his beer he’s surprised it hasn’t shattered all over the bar.
At least if he did break the bottle you might look in his direction.
You are, decidedly, not looking anywhere near him, staring at the solids and stripes on the table so intensely one might think you had bet your life savings on this game. You’re chalking the cue, holding the little cube at the top and rolling the stick with your foot, making sure the blue chalk goes onto to the tip just so. Professional pool players don’t look this serious.
Somewhere in the back of his brain Jake recognizes his hypocrisy, that seeing you with another man makes his blood boil when he goes home to his wife at night. But that part is buried deep underneath memories of you laid out beneath him, soft skin flushed and dainty lips parted, mewling his name.
There’s always been something about you that puts cracks in his control, throws a wrench into his carefully calculated plans.
He sees Alex lean in to say something to you, brushing his hand across your arm, and Jake snaps his jaw shut so hard the bartender turns around with raised eyebrows.
Alex’s subconscious must know his fingers are milliseconds away from being broken because he makes his way to the back of the bar, ostensibly to find the bathroom.
Your laser focus of paying attention to anything except Jake means you don’t notice him sidling up to you until he’s caged you in, tan arms on either side trapping you against the green felted table.
“Tell him you don’t feel well,” you hear, low, the slight hint of his southern drawl raising goosebumps on your skin, your muscles aching to lean into the heat of his body.
Despite your body’s traitorous response to his presence, you manage to turn your head and glare at him, opening your mouth to give him a piece of your mind, something along the lines of who the fuck do you think you are?
He levels you with a hard look and the words die on your tongue.
“I’ll be in my truck,” he states, promptly walking out the door. He doesn’t look back, doesn’t have to. He knows you’ll follow.
You don’t even know what lie you tell Alex when he returns, excuses tumbling out of your mouth without your brain’s permission. Somehow convincing him you don’t need a ride home, you don’t live far, the walk and fresh air is bound to make you feel better.
Jake doesn’t turn when you get in his truck, driving the short distance to your apartment in silence, knuckles so tight around the steering wheel you’d only be minorly surprised if he snapped it in half. You don’t say anything, instead watching the tense lines of his body, his jaw flexing as anger thrums through him.
Your thighs clench together in anticipation, knowing how he gets when he’s mad. You can feel the slick pooling underneath your skirt, it’s been building since the moment you felt his predatory gaze on you.
Air inside thick with tension, the truck is barely in park when he reaches over to pull you across the bench seat into his lap, your skirt already riding up. You shiver as he drags his calloused hand underneath the thin material.
He groans against your lips as his fingers slide against the mess you’ve made of your panties.
“Did you get this wet for him? Got yourself all worked up, bending over the pool table in this little fucking skirt for everyone in the goddamn bar to see?”
His tone is harsh, just on this side of mean, and it awakens some primal need to please inside of you. You shake your head almost frantically, hips bucking against the hand on your clothed mound.
“Only because you were there,” you manage to pant, and you swear you hear his breath hitch at your admission.
“That’s what I thought,” he chuckles darkly.
He moves his hand from your hot center to settle on your ass and pull you down to him. Your mouth goes dry when you feel the hard line of him through his jeans, unable to stop yourself from rutting against him in his lap like a horny teenager.
Jake pulls your skirt all the way up now so he can slap your ass, all his strength behind it, and your fingers flex against his shoulders as you whimper at the sting. Blush rises on your cheeks and you try to tuck your face into his neck, embarrassed at how easy it is for him to chase away every intelligible thought you have left.
He’s not having it though, grabbing your hair and pulling your head back so you have no choice but to look at his blown pupils.
“Should put you over my leg and smack you till you’re red, for putting on that little show back there.”
You let out a lewd sound at the picture that conjures up in your mind, and he slaps you again before lifting you off of his jean-clad cock. He rips off your thong like its very existence offends him, thrusting two fingers into you without warning, no gentleness about it. You’d yelp in pain if you weren’t already so fucking wet.
Instead, you’re repeating his name like a prayer, hands roaming his shoulders, arms, whatever you can get a hold on. His skin is burning under your fingers and you pull yourself closer and closer, body vibrating with need.
He’s wasting no time, curling his fingers, thumb circling your clit like he’s on a mission. You can’t help but roll your hips on his hand, hands going to the nape of his neck and gripping his hair, pulling his mouth to yours.
You make a noise of extreme displeasure as he pulls his fingers out, leaving you empty, but still teasing your bundle of nerves with the pad of his thumb.
“Do you need something, darlin’?” He asks, fake sweetness dripping off his tongue.
“Please,” you whimper.
“Please, what?”
“Need you…” You’re full-on whining now, any traces of shame and humiliation having long been kicked to the curb.
Distantly, you can feel him smirking against your skin. “That’s awfully vague.”
You shake your head vigorously, like maybe that will clear the cloudiness out of your brain and make the words come to you.
He’s making slow circles on your clit that are clearly a ploy to drive you insane. “Come on, sweetheart, you can’t be this dumb already, haven’t even fucked you yet.”
You open your mouth to prove him wrong, you’re not dumb, you can tell him, you can.
But the words don’t come.
You’re lost in the sea of sensations, skin stretched too tight across your bones, ache in your center throbbing and relentless.
He pinches your swollen bundle of nerves and you jump, head lolling back in pleasure before the sting cuts through the fog.
“In me…please, your cock, please Jake, need you please…” you mumble, words coming out in a rush now that you’ve finally found a few of them.
He laughs and you feel tears pricking the back of your eyes, burning even as you shut them tight. “I’m not sure you deserve it, looked like you were trying to replace me tonight.”
It takes you a few seconds to register what he’s saying, to figure out why he’s talking so fucking much, why he won’t just give you what you need.
“Could never,” you say, words breathless, hoping that’s the right answer.
“Why’s that?”
Goddammit.
He knows the fucking answer, you know he does, he just wants to hear you say it, more than that, wants to watch heat rise on your cheeks as he makes you admit it.
You want to scream in frustration, fingers tightening on his shoulders in a way that must be painful, your hips rolling against him pointlessly of their own volition. You hate him right now, hate him for making you trudge through the cloudy mess inside your brain, hate having to come up with words to plead with him when you just want to feel.
The only thing you hate more than him in this very moment, is how much you love when he makes you beg for it.
“Let me hear it and I promise I’ll give you what you want,” he rumbles in your ear.
Your eyes are squeezed shut so hard they’re starting to hurt. You don’t know where the words come from, but your mouth forms them without asking you anyways. Deep down, you know this is the right answer.
“No one else can fuck me like you do,” you whisper.
His hand comes down on your ass again, a reminder.
“Sir,” you add, belatedly, mind focused on how your cunt clenches around nothing.
“That’s right, my sweet girl,” he grunts, finger on your clit rewarding you by picking up the pace.
“Please.” You’ll be in tears any moment now, skin so hot you must be flushed all the way down your chest. “Need you, please, Jake, plea—"
You’re too out of your mind to notice him unzipping his jeans, only snapping to attention when pulls himself out and teases his tip across your folds. Taps the head of his cock on your clit to make you keen. You try to move your hips down, desperate to feel him inside of you and he clucks a disapproving noise, grabbing your hips tightly with both hands to keep you in place. He runs his mouth across your collarbones, teeth biting and tongue following closely to soothe the marks he’s leaving. You’re squirming against his hold on you, a part of you knows it’s futile, but you can’t help it, too frantic to feel him.
Completely at his mercy, he finally pulls you down onto him, cock stretching you in a way his fingers can never prepare you for. Sweat beads along your hairline, ab muscles shaking as your cunt tries to adjust to him.
“Feels like you were fuckin’ made for me, doll,” he groans as you take him fully, quietly almost, the one glimmer of sweet Jake you’ve seen all night.
The only response your brain is currently capable of is a string of unintelligible noises that might’ve been semi-coherent words at some point way before.
That glimmer of sugar is gone in a flash as he manhandles you, picking you up and bringing you back down on his cock forcefully.
You’d think you might have the upper hand in this position, being on top, but instead you feel like a ragdoll, being bounced around on his lap. You feel the coil in you, winding tighter and tighter. Your mouth is still open, but you’re not even sure sound is coming out at this point, eyes completely glazed over.
He’s everywhere, cock deep inside you, comforting scent filling your nose, callouses dragging across your skin, mind chanting Jake Jake Jake Jake.
There’s nothing but him.
One hand takes hold of your hair, tugging your head back hard, to expose your neck to him as he leaves filthy, open-mouthed kisses along the underside of your jaw, down your neck. He gets to just the right spot and you whimper, a small pathetic sound, as your mind goes completely blank, not a thought for miles.
The blend of pleasure and pain is what sends you over, having found your voice again to scream his name as you spasm around his thick cock.
“You’re fucking mine,” he growls as you come. He’s holding you in place, thrusting up into you fervently, chasing his own release. His pace is erratic now, rhythm lost as he finally comes inside you and fills you the way you wish you didn’t love.
As soon as he pulls out his mouth is on yours, tongue pressing insistently in commanding reminder, fingering his cum back inside you as it drips down the inside of your thighs, like he owns you. You tuck your face back into his neck and whine contentedly, hips still rolling down onto his fingers despite how spent your cunt feels. Because it’s never enough, with Jake, you always want more, always ready to take more, plead more, beg more—anything for him.
Minutes, hours, or days later, you can’t really be sure, Jake smooths your skirt down, gently picking you up off his lap, readjusts his jeans before getting out of the truck and reaching to take you with him.
You stumble, because your legs no longer work. Your feet sting in protest against the gravel of the parking lot, sandals dangling from your fingertips instead of on your feet like they’re supposed to be.
You’re fucking mine, you’re fucking mine, you’re mine, you’re mine, you’re mine, you chant in your head as he all but carries you to your apartment.
Hands starting to shake, you want to rip at your chest, want to free up some space so you can breathe.
You’re fucking mine.
He’s not wrong, you are his. You still consider yourself his, after all of this.
That’s the problem, isn’t it? You’re his, but he’s never been yours.
The walls are closing in on you, panic setting, your only thought now to get away from him, from his stupid inviting cologne that feels like home even though it has no right to.
Once you have your front door open, Jake leans down to kiss you and you take his momentary closed eyes as an opportunity to push him, hard, away from you and your home, certain the element of surprise is the only reason he even moved an inch.
Your sandals are still in your right hand when you use the left to slam the apartment door in his face.
“Open the door,” Jake is calm, firm and commanding, using that voice makes you melt for him. The one you’d always end up on your knees for.
“No!” You shout, feeling a little like a petulant child but also a weird sense of satisfaction at the idea of making unflappable Hangman flinch. You never say no to him, you’ve never been able to before.
“Sweetheart, please. I’m sorry. Open the door,” he tries again, still calm, but softer now. His voice is honey on your senses, sweet and languid, and you have to pinch yourself to keep you in reality.
It reminds you that you hate how he never gets loud with you, no matter how many fights you pick with him, how much you prod and poke. You’re always at the mercy of your emotions with him, while he remains collected.
Makes you wonder if he ever gets mad at Katelyn, if he’s as uncharacteristically patient and calm with her too.
“Go away, Jake,” you lean your forehead against the door, resisting the urge to bang it on the entryway in frustration. You can hear him talking, but you’re not really listening. Eyes fixated on the grain of the wood, you vaguely wonder if your neighbors can hear him.
“Only after you tell me off for ruining your date,” you hear him say, far away like you’re underwater, trying to break the surface, to get to the air above.
You’re treading water in the ocean, keeping your head just on top, hoping for rescue.
And then you remember, you’re fucking mine.
And the tide pushes another wave your direction, crashing over you to sting your eyes and fill your lungs with saltwater again, oxygen caught in your throat.
Out of options and hoping it’ll help you breathe; you swing the door open. Everything rushes back into focus, Jake’s shoulders barely contained in that white t-shirt, dark jeans in a fight for their life over his thighs. Swollen lips and messy hair, because you ruined him in his truck only minutes before. You don’t want to know what you look like.
“Is this really who you are?”
He looks genuinely concerned at this. “Sweets, what are you talking about?”
“You held me as I cried in your arms,” you say, slower now but still breathing hard like you just finished swimming in a triathlon. “You know how I feel about you, know it was excruciating for me to end us.”
You watch him wince; this is the closest you’ve ever gotten to admitting you love him. It’s always hung heavy in the air between you, as if neither of you said it out loud it might go away.
“But here you are,” you continue, ignoring the anguish on his face. “Throwing a wrecking ball into my attempt to move on, too selfish to let anyone else have me. Am I some sort of sick game to you?”
“Of course not,” he answers immediately, but you’re barely listening.
“Who is this guy, that ruins my night and claims me as his when he has no fucking right to? Do I even know the real you?”
“Yes,” he answers desperately. “You’re only one who really knows me, you have to know that.”
He pauses, takes a deep breath. "I want to fix things."
“Don’t you think the fact you’re always turning to me before you go home to your wife is, in fact, an indication that there isn’t anything here to fix?”
He has no answer for that.
You want to crumble into pieces on the floor, but instead turn to sit on your couch with the door wide open, a clear invitation you wish you were strong enough not to extend.
Jake shuts the door behind him and sits on the opposite end of the couch. His twitching fingers tell you he’s dying to touch you, but he stays on his side, a small victory for your willpower.
“I can’t bear to have you halfway anymore,” you inform him, cold like you’re reporting the news instead of exposing your soul.
“I’m not going to blow up my daughter’s life by leaving her mother,” he responds curtly.
“So, this is the solution?” You can feel your temper rising, your skin starting to crawl, cracks already beginning to show in your cold façade.
He’s quieter now, staring at the couch, “I don’t want Callie to know anything’s wrong. She has a lot going on right now, with starting middle school. I—"
“You and Katelyn don't even sleep in the same bed, Seresin!” You’re shouting again. “I think she knows. She’s not an idiot.”
You pinch the bridge of your nose, taking a few breaths and trying to calm down, but your vision is tunneling, your limbs are starting to feel too big for your body.
“I’m not going to turn Callie’s life upside down while she’s in school,” he reiterates for what seems like the thousandth time.
This isn’t the first time he’s said this exact sentence, every time you hear it your heart swells with hope that means when she’s old enough he just might choose you.
Tonight though, you want to beat that hope down and bury it where you’ll never find it again.
“She’s put up with enough, me being gone for months at a time, us moving constantly,” he continues.
You deflate. This is the same thing you’ve heard time and time again, you put your head in your hands, tired of looking at him and his unfairly beautiful face.
“I’ve told you that since the beginning. I’ve never lied to you.”
You still can’t breathe, shame sitting on your chest like an elephant.
He’s right. You’ve always known that, even though you didn’t want to believe it.
“This has to stop,” you say finally, after several minutes of tense silence, pulling your knees to your chest and wrapping your arms around them, hoping the pseudo-hug will give you comfort.
Jake opens and closes his mouth multiple times, he wants to argue, wants to convince you to change your mind, wants you to wait for him, but he knows logically he has no right to ask that of you.
“I deserve someone who wants me,” you add, when it’s clear he has no response.
“I want you,” he promises quickly, too quickly, in a way that tells you he doesn’t comprehend what those words actually mean.
You shake your head. “You need me. There’s a difference.”
In another life, maybe we’re meant to be.
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Since I'm rewatching Maria Clara at Ibarra on Netflix, at dahil may time ako for today's bidyow I'm just gonna give my two cents on this comment:
I think we can all agree that Maria Clara did NOT deserve to suffer the way she did, and yes she deserves to be happy with the only man she ever loved. But Maria Clara's story is the story of many women who were oppressed, and abused by priests during the Spanish era and sadly, this reality STILL exists even up to this day. And as much as I fucking hate to admit this, there are still many untold stories of women (even boys and young men) who were sexually abused by these disgusting hypocrites who call themselves instruments of God, and what's more painful is that the victims are silenced and the abusers get away with it because *coughs* ✨the Church protects them✨
Don't get me wrong, I was baptized and raised as a Catholic myself, but I refuse to ignore cases like these which thankfully in the modern times are being addressed and taken actions of, but I'm not sure how many of these mga sugo ng Diyos are actually punished for their crimes (*clears throat* Church is still quite influential af even in the 21st century 🙃).
Ibarra is a good man with good intentions for San Diego, yet he was framed and accused of being a heretic and filibuster by [again] these fugly Church peeps because they wanted the Filipinos to remain indios: uneducated and poor af. Juan Crisostomo Ibarra is the image of those people who only wanted to help their fellow Filipinos, yet are the ones who are being punished for the most nonsense reasons, and the very people who called themselves his friends and supporters are the same people who turned their backs on him because they were afraid of suffering the same fate as Crisostomo (and Don Rafael) .
In the show, I saw myself in Klay (except that I passed my Noli, El Fili and Rizal lessons 🤣) my only drive to read Noli and El Fili was to pass my Filipino subject. I did not have a full grasp of the lesson that Rizal was trying to teach. The moment I passed my subject, I was like "Oh good! Finally!" but I didn't take those learnings by heart. And I said the very same thing Klay said in the earlier episode, "What's the point of studying Noli and El Fili when I can't even apply it on the course I'm taking or my job when I graduate?" And I admit, history wasn't my favorite subject, I found it boring. I missed the whole point of what my teacher was teaching me.
I could go on and on about the characters of the novels and the show but to sum it all up, every character and events are the very images of every Filipino, their struggles, and the truth about what was really happening in our country. Rizal's Noli Me Tangere and El Filibusterismo weren't the kind of novels you expect them to be, it is not a stereotypical love story, and it wasn't written to make the readers OR the audiences happy. These novels are here to teach the Klays like you and me not only about our history but also open our eyes to the reality of how this cancer of the society still exists and if we, the Filipino people don't do something to "cure" this, our country will NEVER progress.
As much as I wanted Ibarra and Maria to have a happily ever after they both deserve, I am glad that GMA 7 actually didn't stray away too much from its source materials, because now I understand why I had to learn those books. I understand now why Rizal was named national hero, his novels paved the way for the Filipinos to finally stand up and fight the oppressors.
However, as much as it pains me of how tragic Rizal's novels are, at least in the show, they got a happy ending. Just in a different timeline and universe but still, happily ever after.
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Hank Voight x fem!reader
Summary: You have to tell your occasional bed partner you are pregnant.
Wordcount: 903
Warnings: mentions of sex and pregnancy
This was a disaster. Predictable, but yet a total and upmost disaster. With the rate you spend your days naked and coitally engaged and the amounts of time you neglected a condom—lesson learned: always wrap it before you tap it—you could’ve known you’d end up pregnant.
You had been going over your head on how you were going to tell this to said bed partner. You weren’t even in a relationship with Hank. You met at work, as you were in charge of the archives. You always shared a laugh, some jokes and you constantly telling him you cannot keep giving him cases, but in the end you caved and did give him the case he wanted.
It started with an innocent kiss after he brought you home from a bar. It ended in multiple weekly rendezvous sans clothing.
You decided it would be for the best to tell him. Sure, getting pregnant wasn’t on your to do list for the next few years, but realizing you were pregnant with a little bean, made you smile, made you happy.
And you felt like you deserved a little happiness.
There was just one thing you were kinda scared about and that was his response. He’s quite a few years your senior, he already lost his adult kid.
Would he be happy about the news of this little baby?
That night, after lots of pondering over the situation, you stopped in front of his place, knocking on his door. Saying you were nervous, was a gross understatement. Your legs were restless, your hands were clenched to fists.
The door opened and you were met with Hank, who smiled at the sight of you. ‘There you are. I was planning on calling you.’
You smiled slightly, though you were kinda shocked too. ‘Oh, okay?’
‘Come on in,’ he said with a smile. ‘You’re just in time.’
‘In time for what?’
‘Dinner.’
‘Dinner?’ you parroted. Never had he invited you over for dinner. It always happened naturally, you staying over for dinner, lunch or breakfast. But specifically inviting you? That’s a first. ‘Sounds good.’
He stepped to the side and pressed a kiss on your temple. ’You look good.’
You started to fear the worst. He was falling for you and wanted the two of you to move on in a relationship. A kid this soon in a relationship isn’t good. No, this is dreadful.
You took off your coat and made your way inside, even more nervous than you already were.
Dinner was sweet. Hank, per usual, offered you some wine, but you politely declined. It was a little weird, but you said you had felt a little off all day—which wasn’t exactly a lie—and he simply nodded, as he took a sip from his scotch.
‘You okay?’ he asked. ‘You look worried.’
No need to postpone the moment any longer. This was it. The moment you had to tell him. ‘I need to tell you something, but I’m afraid you might become mad at me.’
‘I would never,’ he told you and you knew he was right. While he lost his temper more than once with suspects and other officers, he never did with you. He even said a few times already: he cares about you. A whole lot.
‘Promise?’
‘I promise.’
It’s now or never. ‘I’m pregnant,’ you blurted out.
It stayed quiet. Gosh, this silence was killing you. Your heart pounded in your chest, to a point where you weren’t so sure if it was heartburn or a soon-to-become heart attack.
‘Hank?’
‘You’re pregnant?’ his low and raspy voice asked you.
You nodded. ‘I am. I’m so sorry.’
‘Don’t apologize,’ he told you. ‘This is nothing for you to apologize over. It’s just… I’m thinking.’
‘About.’
‘How we’re going to handle this.’
‘We?’
‘Yeah, we. It takes two people to get pregnant and I’d like it for two people—meaning us—to work out.’
‘Okay?’ You started to play with your hands and shook your head in disbelief. ‘It’s really gonna be us together?’
‘Yes,’ he said. ‘It’s just I’m torn of asking you to move in with me or to do the parenting thing from a distance.’
He wasn’t appalled by the idea of you pregnant? ‘What? I don’t even know what to say.’
Hank slid off the chair and made his way over to you at the other side of the table. He sat down next to you and wrapped an arm around you. ‘You thought I’d show you the door?’
‘Maybe.’
Hank gave you a kiss on your cheek and said: ‘We’re in this together.’
‘You sure?’ you asked. ‘I mean, it’s diapers, late nights and a lot of crying. And then we haven’t even gotten started about me being pregnant, which I’m sure won’t be pretty.’
He laughed. ‘It’s hard work, but kids are always hard work. I… I’d love for us to become parents. Together.’
You smiled. ‘Yes, together.’
‘Before that all can happen though, we need to reestablish our relationship.’
You frowned. ‘Do we have to?’
‘At least you gotta be my girlfriend, since you’re already the mother of our child.’ He smiled and kissed you, properly this time. ‘We’ll make it work.’
‘You sure?’ you asked. ‘Because now is the time to back out, okay?’
He shook his head. ‘No backing out for me,’ he told you. ‘Not in a million years.’
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Hiiii i didnt know wether ur request r open or not, if its not them im sorry and you can ignore this request. Can i request dating headcannons for Opera-san from Mairimashita!Iruma-kun? If you dont want to then its ok, you can ignore this request!
luv ur works! <3 remember to stay hydrated and eat 3 meals a day!
it's actually closed but this made my day, giggling just thinking abt it heh so here ya go 😚 awww thank you so much for loving them!! im honoured 😭🙆♂️ i will!! you too anon, please stay healthy n take care of urself <33
dating headcanons
opera x reader (no prns) • 0.6k
romantic; fluff
[ self explanatory title , opera's a little soft bcs yes , cw cussing ]
m!ik masterlist | main masterlist
─does that thing where they would ask for the time you wake up and sleep just so they could text you good morning and good night 🥺
─opera's love language is acts of service bcs i say so
─they love to spoil you!!!
─from letting you sleep in for five more minutes to smtg like
─bathing you and washing your hair themselves when you come home tired, wordlessly massaging your shoulders as you doze off in the bathtub
─also a little mean teasing shit. the funny (or lowkey scary) thing is opera teases with a straight face. straight up spitting lies as if they're facts. if you're oblivious, goodluck figuring out if they're actually being serious or just teasing.
─"y/n, i've heard a rumour that if you don't kiss a certain red-haired butler, iruma is going to hate you and won't talk to you ever again."
"that's not true, he would never do such a thing─"
"you're saying i'm lying when i literally spend day and night in the same castle with him? wow, y/n, i expected better from you."
─they did get their kiss in the end so it all works out i guess ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
─also the type to play around with hair if you have them. you'll do cute and weird hairstyles on each other during sleepovers awww omg imagine opera w the cat ears hairstyle hfffffjjf
─speaking of sleepovers, would definitely be into face masks n shit but only views them as a "privilege/sleepover thing" if that makes sense
─mostly the big spoon but that's because they like to come in bed later than you, checking buttler stuffs for next morning yk, but if they're having an off day tomorrow, would definitely ask to be the little spoon and your heart just squeezes when their ears do that happy flap 🥺😭😭
─your dates are either staying in or some low-tension stuffs like picnics or having a walk through the streets at night kind of thing, they just like to hang around with you and listen to you talk and ramble :') <33
─loves it when you give them a headpat, like one where you do to actual cats
─they just grab your hand n brings it to their head and you ruffle. the first time iruma and sullivan saw it, they dropped their knees to the ground bcs OPERA PURRED??@$$?&
─when you're having a bad day, opera's ears are down all day :( they feel so bad when you feel bad, what's this. their sweetheart not feeling good? oh no :(
─go to extreme lengths to make you feel better (as u fucking deserve yeah!)
─mf bought a new comforter just so you can lie down comfortably in bed bless sullivan's debit card amen 🙏
─doesn't let you move at all like you wanna go to the kitchen? no need to worry. opera will bring the kitchen to you instead 🫡 *not sure if it'll show but its supposed to be the salute emoji
─spoon feeds you :( <3 and yk the thg they do when they sing a lullaby and pat iruma's body to sleep? yeah, they do that shit too. except they're lying beside you because what if a certain bald demon decides to disturb you in your sleep by being loud? no way they're letting that happen🤕
─also LOVES giving you nicknames 💔💔💔 more so the slightly corny ones lmao
─the thing is they do it so smoothly and with their blank signature face even you didn't notice it the first time.
─"do you prefer something light or heavy for tomorrow’s breakfast, lovebug?"
"_ would be nice─ wait what"
─opera's fav place to kiss is your fingers sighs just imagine you talking to them as they play with your fingers and hum as they give each a delicate peck. also has a habit of kissing the inside of ur hands when u cup their cheeks WAHHH 😭😭💗
okay that's it im going to stop here before i go insane and cry more bcs opera's not real </3
#its so embarrassing that i have to google nicknames bcs my dictionary only consists of babe/baby/my love#im not flirty as ive thought 💔#screw that im not flirty at all MBJAHSHS#gennabi writes 💖#mairimashita! iruma kun fluff#mairimashita! iruma kun scenarios#mairimashita! iruma kun x reader#m!ik fluff#m!ik scenarios#m!ik x reader#opera fluff#opera scenarios#opera x reader
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