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blue-blvd1949 · 11 months

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Picnic Table

Spencer Reid

a/n: So sorry for not posting in such a long time! Here's a lengthy fic for my short hiatus!! 🩷

Summary: you and Spencer have a secret relationship and you take every chance you get to be with him and that includes doing it in the woods in the middle of the case <3

Word count: 3335

—— You and Spencer were assigned to go in the woods and see if the unsub could've left something at the dump site. A couple yards from where the bodies were found was a secluded picnic table that looks like nobody uses anymore. The minute Spencer saw it he knew what he was going to do with you on it.

Spencer grabbed you by the waist and nestled himself behind you and started making you walk towards the table, making you stop doing your job of analyzing the leaves and everything surrounding it.

"Hmmm, What are you doing Spence?" You said taking him all in with his touch and scent.

"Nothing really just admiring my pretty girl from behind," he said while grinding on you from behind slowly working his hands up to your boobs. "H-hmmm Spence we really shouldn't be doing this out where people can see us out here"

I mean what did you expect from your boyfriend when you're wearing such a cute floral skirt which IS his favorite skirt AND with his favorite top that showed a lot of cleavage? Of course, he was going to touch you all over the place maybe even fuck you in this instance. "Don't worry we already gathered everything we could the first time, coming back was basically useless, nobody is going to be looking for us" he said after you finally reached the bench and your thighs were touching the edge of it.

"I mean I don't know you never know..." At this point with how Spencer kept touching you, it wouldn't take long until you caved in and it didn't help considering your boobs have always been overly sensitive.

You started grinding your ass on him hoping he could start touching you down there where you needed him the most. It's what he loved doing the most, teasing you until you had to practically beg for him.

"You're so needy yn and I've just started..." he said against your ear making your face turn all different shades of pink and red. You started moaning softly basically whimpering which got him all worked up. Spencer was getting impatient so he turned you around, your lower back was touching the bench this time. Your legs are spread out and his right knee is nestled right between your thighs, somehow his knee was hitting all the right places on your swollen needy cunt begging for more. He kept bouncing his leg just enough for you to keep wanting more and more. He started kissing you roughly and sloppily both his hand on your face holding you dearly. Your hands were grabbed onto his shirt, trying to get some type of stability.

"Spence! please I need more-" You kept whimpering against him hoping for him to listen to you. "Now pretty girl I'm getting there let me jus-" Right at he was trying to tell you he just needs to unbuckle his belt then he can fuck you restless, you went on your knees and started unbuckling his belt for him. You got his dick out and slowly started wrapping your hand around it giving him a hand job. "F-fuck that feels sooo fucking good yn" His hands found their way to your hair and he started to slowly grip it. You were putting the tip in your mouth and swirling your tongue around the slit. He couldn't take it anymore it all felt so good he ended up bottoming out making you gag.

"Sorry you were taking too long I figured you needed some help," He said cockily with a stupid smug smirk on his face. Something that would shock people is Spencer doesn't shy away in bed, he whines and whimpers but he's always in control.

You couldn't fit all of Spencer in your mouth it was just around 2 inches left of him.

"Now that's my pretty girl, my good girl, my doll using her mouth so fucking good, F-fuck making me feel so good she deserves a reward don't you think for treating me so well with her mouth hmm?"

He started to face fuck you with both of his hands on your head one was playing with your hair and the other one was behind your head guiding you. The corners of your mouth started to fill up with your saliva and of pre cum. Something about the way he was touching your head and hair was almost comforting it was contrasting to you being fucked in the mouth by him. It didn't make sense you shouldn't feel comforted by this, but you did and it felt so good.

The feeling of him in your mouth, losing your breath just to please him however you can, especially the feeling of his cum on your tongue had you feeling euphoric. You started moaning softly around his dick making him reach his high.

"Fuck fuck I'm cumming fuck-" Spence started grabbing your hair roughly his hands tightening around it. The comforting feeling should've gone away but it got stronger.

And before you knew it his cum started spurting everywhere in your mouth. Right as you were about to swallow Spencer stopped you

"C'mon open your mouth," he said while caressing your face with his right hand, his thumb on your bottom lip slowly stroking it.

And you did as you were told, It was almost pornographic the way you were on your knees mouth open filled with his cum. "Stick your tongue out" Some of the cum started drooling out but he caught it with his fingers pushing them back into your mouth. Your eyes instantly widened but within seconds they eased.

He helped you get up and the moment he did he started kissing you so passionately you didn't want it to end anytime soon. He has his hands on your face again caressing it his thumbs slowly stroking your cheeks this time. The taste of his own cum always caught him off guard every time he kisses you after you have given him a blowjob, but he'll do whatever to have you satisfied with what you just did for him.

"Don't think I forgot about your reward" Spencer said tucking himself back into his pants knowing he was going to get his dick out soon.

"What's my reward Spence..." you said looking at him, he always found it amusing how you could look so innocent and clueless while doing the most unholy of things. He never complained, he liked this side of you since you always put your best poker face in front of your coworkers and they had no clue.

"C'mon get on the table with your back on the edge"

Of course, you did as you were told. As you were laying down your skirt rode up just enough for where the cold wind was hitting your panties making you more sensitive than you already were. You've never done anything out in public with Spencer before this was all completely new to you so you couldn't help but get wetter than normal. He was between your legs that were hanging off of the table he grabbed your shirt and pulled it down including your bra. As he was kissing you he started tugging at your nipples between his fingers and it felt so good.

Your legs were wrapped around his torso being able to feel his clothed dick right at your core you started grinding on him unknowingly, guess it's just an instinct you have when you guys are in this position.

"You know you have to be more patient or else you're not getting that reward" his voice was stern and rough he was totally being serious with you which was a rare thing even while working. Currently, you weren't in any position of power so the only thing you could do was obligate. It's just that everything he did turned you on so much more and you couldn't help how your body reacted against him. His kisses moved on from your chest leaving harsh hickeys and red spots to your stomach growing much sweeter. As he was trailing his kisses down to your cunt he is rubbing and needing your thighs. They were so soft and plush it drove him crazy how perfect he thought they were. He was convinced you were made just for him how his hands fit perfectly around your whole body. He has never felt more perfect in his whole life considering he has an IQ over 180 and an eidetic memory, you were his grand possession and greatest prize from the world. "A-Aren't you going to take off my skirt?" you said stuttering slightly, his touch felt so good against you it drove you crazy most of the time. "No, I love this skirt on you especially how it just adorns your thighs. Plus it would look better bunched up while I eat you out right?" What Spencer had just said sent a shiver down your spine that ended up all the way to your cunt. You were embarrassed about how wet you were he was only saying a few words. You shouldn't be this wet, you and Spencer fuck all the time but something about being outside and potentially caught riled you up more than what you had imagined. He started bunching up your skirt around your waist just as he said he would. He started by spreading your cunt slowly with his ring and middle finger blowing at your cunt, it made you instantly shiver and whimper longing for more. Before you know it his lips were attached to your clit licking and swirling around it. "S-Spence Spence! Please slow down!" you were whining and moaning on the verge of tears. Your thighs were wrapped around his head slowly grinding into his head. He pulled away slowly giving you a sly smile. "You look so beautiful like this yn did you know that?" You slowly turned your head left and right giving him your most desperate look. Eyes fully dilated looking at him in awe, down-turned eyebrows, lips red of you constantly biting them, and with them being slightly parted. He started kissing you roughly but with so much love behind it. You've never felt so loved before Spencer always has a way with his words and actions that always flutters your sweet heart. He gives you so much love even while having sex on an old bench.

You wrapped your arms around him pulling him closer, Spencer started dragging one of his hands slowly from your face down to your cunt. He tapped on your inner thigh letting you know to open them wider. Slowly started caressing your cunt with his finger gliding over it. He took his fingers and gathered your slick to your clit slowly giving it wide circle massages. He was still kissing you with one hand on your face when his hand on your cunt left to your hard bud on your chest tugging and rubbing it with his fingers filled with your slick. "Spencer! Please I-I-" "I what use your words properly" "I need more please I can't take it!" He followed your command and filled you up with his middle and index finger. His fingers made you overstimulated, they were hot and prodding against your pussy it was bringing you to another level of pleasure. Slowly started moving them in and out making you want more. "More! Please..." Tears started filling up your eyes you couldn't take it anymore it all felt so good. Spencer took his mouth away from your neck and also took his fingers away from you. "S-Spence, what are you doing?" You were giving him the same look again with your eyes dilated and your lips parted but this time you were actually crying from the pleasure it all felt so good and him merely pulling back made you want to cry even more. "I'm just admiring how good you look and how good you'll look when my tongue is inside of you." His words made you let out a loud whine letting him know his words do affect you a lot and also that you want him now.

Spencer started giving you what you wanted he inserted his tongue inside of you. You started to cry again it all felt so good you couldn't help it. His hands on your thighs didn't help at all, he was squeezing and kneading them again leaving bruises to develop when you get back to the Sheriff's office. It was bringing you to the edge again in a different way than before. His tongue was moving in and out he also stopped for a second and started attacking your clit swirling it around and sucking on it. Your hands were on his hair tugging on it. You didn't have any strength in you anymore because of the long case with no leads, so you getting fucked out by your boyfriend's tongue took all of your imaginary strength. Spencer was well aware of this and he found it precious how you would still try to hold on to him by his hair with your wobbly dying arms. He started smiling against your pussy and started lightly kissing it kinda like preparing you for what's to come. He first kissed your prodding hole which was all wet and then started working his way up to your clit.

Your eyes were closed moaning your head off, before you know it Spencer stuck his tongue right in and started moving his face sideways. It was all so sudden and it was what you just needed to get pushed to the edge you started cumming everywhere, and you even ended up squirting for the first time it was something you weren't very sure you were capable of doing. Spencer was shocked at the sight of you squirting it made him even harder than he already was if that is even possible. He rode out your high slowly and pulled away with a final kiss on your clit.

"I didn't know you could do that when were you going to tell me you could do that huh?" he said kissing your cheek and reassuring you of everything.

"I-I- didn't know I could do that, that was my first time doing it," You said starting to feel shy again. Spencer was completely hard he needed to see you squirt all over his dick preferably right now.

"I'm going to need you to do that for me again ok, is that ok pretty girl?" Spencer said desperately wanting for more, to see you in a fucked out-state moaning his name and only his name begging for more of him. You slowly nodded willingly giving Spencer anything he wants and needs.

He started looking for a condom and that's when he realized he used the one he had on his wallet 3 days ago with you. "Shit yn I don't have a condom on me"

"It's ok I just got on birth control... You can also cum inside if you want" You said shyly not even looking him in the eyes you didn't know where this confidence came from. Spencer was a bit stunned because you guys have never done it raw nonetheless him breeding you but he'll gladly take it.

"How would I pass on such an offer given by a pretty girl hmm?"

He started feeling you up all over getting himself excited since he can fuck you raw and cream pie you plus you squirting all over on his dick raw, he was getting himself all worked up just thinking about it. He could imagine it almost your sopping cunt filled with his cum and your fucked out face.

You started wiggling your hips getting yourself comfortable on the bench. Spencer noticed this and was completely staring at your cunt it was glistening under the sun and it made him want you more than ever. He took himself out of his pants again, he slowly started stroking himself smearing his precum everywhere.

"Are you ready?" he said while his tip was barely touching your entrance you couldn't wait any longer you needed him badly. You started nodding as hard as you can eager for him to just fuck you senseless. Slowly he was pushing inside making you feel every inch. Your moaning is Spencer's favorite sound it boosts his ego knowing he's doing everything right and seeing the faces you make he could fuck you for hours, days even if he could. Once he was fully in he started moving agonizingly slowly but he was hitting all of the right spots, going so very deep inside of you he could touch your cervix if he pushed just a little harder.

"Faster... please" you were begging him at this point you needed more it all felt so good. "That feel good? Hm?" His words always have you on wobbly knees it's his tone, his smirk that he gives, and always how he kisses you right after he has you right where he wants you. Spencer started to quicken his pace which as result you started to moan louder. You could feel his tip hit your cervix in every single thrust giving you cervix kisses that were leaving you breathless. Your gummy walls were hugging him so tightly and you tightening around him wasn't helping much. His pubes started grinding around your clit which was almost sending you to ecstasy. He was making your insides into mush. He started attacking your lips again completely devouring them his hand started to go down in between your thighs bringing your left leg up straight so that he can fuck you better. The position made you very shy right away your intrusive thoughts caved in and you went to close your legs around him but Spencer stopped you immediately since he was much stronger than you plus he was on top.

"Why do you wanna close your legs hm? Does this position make you shy?" "Yes... we've never done It like this..." You said whining, you looked away from his face too shy to confront him about it. He expected you to do this so he forced you to look at him he smushed your face making your lips pop out. "Hey, I want you to look at me the entire time I fuck you ok? Do you understand that?" "Yes!" He started to touch your clit making tight circles and it was sending you over the edge. You could feel a similar coil in your stomach start to form.

"S-Spence I'm close I'm very close!" You said looking down, you've never thought of doing that in the middle of your ecstasy with Spencer but it threw you over the edge. His cock had a white rim on the base from your shared cum and your clit was also drenched in the white substance. You moaned louder by the look of it and even started whining and crying. Your hips started to twitch and grind against him.

He could feel that you were almost there since you couldn't stop tightening around him so like any good boyfriend, he started fucking you as hard as he can and started pressing on your lower belly feeling himself go in and out reaching spots you yourself never can. "F-fuck I'm so close fuck!" And together you both came, you squirted everywhere on his lower belly and on his pants. And like promised he cream pied you.

He slowly pulled out once he did you let out a whiny moan missing the feeling of him inside of you. Your combined cum started falling out of you and it had Spencer in a trance. "Spence! You're staring..." "Sorry it's just I want to do that every day" "Whatever help me get cleaned up please"

"Of course" Spencer always found your after-sex state amusing you have messy hair, and ruined mascara since you cried from the overstimulation, red lips from biting them, and in this case, your cunt filled with all of his cum <3.

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bvidzsoo · 3 months

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Love Me Like A Rockstar (7)

Chapter 7: Figure It Out

Author: bvidzsoo

Pairing: Song Mingi x female reader

Warning: cussing

Word count: 5, 745

Summary: Love. You wanted none of it. You had already been heartbroken very badly once, you didn't wish to go through that ever again. But the Universe works in intricate ways and, somehow, you found yourself webbed up in a local rockstar's life, Song Mingi. He was everything you expected him to be, yet nothing like you imagined him he would be. What happens when you find mutual understanding and have heartful conversations? Will he be able to break down your walls? Will you be able to chase away his darkness?

A/N: Hey, lovelies! I'm back with another chapter, sorry for the longer wait, but I had to finish a veeery lengthy oneshot (you can check it out if you want, it's another Mingi one and it's part of my pirate series). I really liked this chapter, it isn't very charged with action, but I think we can finally see the progress in their relationship (or maybe it's just me haha). You know the jist, but please listen to this chapter's song Figure It Out before or while reading the chapter! Let me know your thoughts, and I hope you enjoy and have a nice rest of the week! <3

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『Nothing here to see

Just a kid like me

Trying to cut some teeth

Trying to figure it out』

Mingi’s studio wasn’t so big compared to how it appeared from the outside. But it felt cozy and rather homey with a few polaroid photos stamped up on the wall above a small dark green couch, which had a dozen of colored pillows, and a yellow blanket thrown haphazardly on it. I slipped the straps of my backpack off my shoulders and placed it by the couch, clearing my throat, feeling a bit awkward as I disregarded my jacket, and placed it next to Mingi’s on the sofa. There was a small window, but blinds were covering it, and the lights were rather dim as I turned to face Mingi. He was grinning, hands gripped together in front of himself, and I raised an eyebrow at him.

“Well, what do you think?” He asked as he gestured around, and I chuckled, letting my eyes roam around for a second time. His desk was long and seemed rather organized, a few notebooks opened and pens littered around it. His whole setup took up a lot of space, but you still had enough to be able to write comfortably. He had yellow little notes scattered all around his wall in front of his desk, and for some reason I found that adorable. Mingi tended to be forgetful, it wasn’t a surprise that he’d have to jot down his thoughts quickly while working on his songs.

“It’s cool,” I muttered with a shrug, pushing my hands in the pockets of my jeans, “I’ve never been inside a studio before.”

“Glad to be your first.” My eyes narrowed at Mingi’s words, and judging based on the cheeky smile on his face, he knew what he was doing. I huffed and rolled my eyes, feeling a little weird being cooped up in a small space, alone with Mingi. We’ve never really been on our own before, despite texting and talking at university as well, I couldn’t help but feel a little bit awkward still. It’s like the feeling never truly went away, but maybe it was just me as Mingi seemed rather relaxed and nonchalant. I cleared my throat when Mingi didn’t say anything else, suddenly a question pressing on my tongue.

“Uh, have you had lunch today?” I asked as I shuffled on my two feet, Mingi’s eyebrows furrowing in an almost adorable manner. And as if on cue, his stomach growled loudly, making me chuckle as I shook my head at him, “I’ll take that as a no, then.”

“Yeah, I didn’t get the chance.” He sighed, pouting, “I kinda overlooked the date of the deadline and now I really can’t afford wasting any more time.”

“Then why would you drive me home? Isn’t that wasting your time?” I asked as I went to retrieve my bag. I had bought some butter croissants this morning that I never got to eat as I had a smaller stomachache, to which the cure was a good, warm, soup. If I ate these croissants, it would’ve only upset my stomach more.

“It’s raining.” As if that was reasoning enough, but I stayed silent as I unzipped my backpack and dug into it, looking for the plastic bag, “And to be fair, I kind of need a break. I feel like I’m slowly losing my mind.”

“I thought you didn’t have a mind.” I teased with a pointed look, making Mingi roll his eyes as I finally found the plastic bag and grabbed it out of my backpack before I lowered it back onto the floor, “Here, eat these.”

Mingi’s eyes widened in surprise and he seemed reluctant for a second, “Just take it, I won’t eat them and I’d rather you eat it then I throw it away later.”

“Aw,” Mingi cooed as he took a few steps to come closer, batting his eyelashes at me in a cringe worthy manner, “Did you buy this specifically for me?”

“I bought them for myself, did you not hear what I said?” I deadpanned, and whiskey my hand away when Mingi went to grab the plastic bag. He quirked an eyebrow and I gave him a long stare, slightly glaring, “I wouldn’t waste my little money on you, you’re not special.”

“In that case, I don’t want it.” Mingi’s face slipped into a neutral mask, and I gulped, suddenly regretting my words. Perhaps I was being too harsh with him when he was always rather nice to me. I cleared my throat and grabbed his hand, ignoring the warmness of it, and pressed the plastic bag into his palm.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean it like that.” I muttered and quickly released Mingi’s hand, looking off to the side as Mingi tried to fight off the smile on his face, looking rather pleased with himself.

“You’ve been making progress.” He grinned, as he opened the plastic bag and grabbed a butter croissant out of it. My eyebrows furrowed as I watched him take a big bite, smiling in bliss as he quickly chewed the food in his mouth, basically inhaling the pastry in mere seconds, making me rather amused.

“What are you talking about?”

“You recognize when you make a mistake, and you apologize for it.” Mingi said through a mouth full of croissant, and I grimaced at his antics. He wiped at his mouth with the back of his hand and balled up the plastic bag, aiming for the trash can which was next to the door, just a few feet away from it. He made a show of throwing it, only for it to land on the floor merely two steps away from us. I snorted in amusement as Mingi cleared his throat, flashing me a small embarrassed smile, “Anyways, I want to show you something.”

“Won’t you pick it up?” I raised an eyebrow as Mingi ignored my question and grabbed my right wrist, dragging me towards his desk, “And don’t get too used to my apologies. I know you’re only pretending to be mad at me, so I’ll stop being apologetic.”

“I’m not pretending,” Mingi huffed, throwing a quick glance at me as we reached his desk, and he reached for a chair pushed off to the side, “You have a special way with your words and you always manage to hurt my feelings somehow.”

“You’re just too sensitive.” I quickly snapped, defensive for no reason. Or maybe not for no reason, but because I knew he was right. I couldn’t help myself. I might’ve started growing more accustomed to having Mingi in my life, in a very friendship sort of way, but I still couldn’t help but have my doubts about him. I could never know. He was Yunho’s best friend after all, and whoever associated themselves with that man, wasn’t the best kind. And I know judging Mingi based on who he’s friends with is rather wrong, but it only felt right as of now. We didn’t know each other too well yet.

“I’ve been told so before,” Mingi gently pushed me in the chair he had fetched for me, pulling his own chair behind himself to take his seat, “Yunho always says despite my tough exterior I have a rather soft heart, easily harmed. Hence why I cried a lot as a child—”

“You were a crybaby?” I asked with a chuckle, watching Mingi amused as he huffed, leaning back in his chair, looking as if he regretted admitting that.

“Of course you’d make fun of me for that,” He rolled his eyes before he leaned forward, pulling his chair closer to the desk, grabbing his mouse, “But yes, I still cry.”

“A lot?” I teased, biting my lower lip when Mingi gave me a pointed stare.

“Says the one who looked like a kicked puppy abandoned by the curb when I found you at the restaurant.” Mingi muttered under his breath as he turned his computer on, clicking through various folders rather quickly. I scoffed and crossed my arms in front of my chest, narrowing my eyes at him.

“You didn’t find me there, we just happened to be at the same place.” I corrected him, “Much to my dismay.”

“Yeah, right,” Mingi scoffed, pulling up a file of various recordings on his computer screen, “if I remember correctly, you were rather grateful that I drove you home that night.”

“You kept insisting.” I pressed, giving Mingi a look when he turned his head to look at me.

“You must always have the last word, don’t you?” He raised an eyebrow, not looking too impressed, “Even through texts.”

『Nothing better to do

When I'm stuck on you

And still I'm in here

Trying to figure it out』

I just shrugged and remained silent, not admitting to his correct observation. Mingi just shook his head with a quiet tsk and then went and unplugged his headphones from the computer. He licked his lips and grabbed his glasses off the desk, pressing them up on his long nose, ruffling his black fluffy hair. He seemed to be a bit nervous as he swiveled his chair around to face me, interlacing his fingers in front of himself as he rested his arms on the armrests of the chair.

“So, uh, this isn’t finished yet,” Mingi spoke up, chuckling almost awkwardly, “it’s just a sample, still raw and shit. I started working on the track this week, but I’ve been writing the lyrics for a few weeks now. Found some inspiration for it quite recently, actually.”

“Why’s that?” I found myself asking curiously, glancing at the screen of his computer before looking back at him.

“Well, just…reasons.” Mingi was evasive as he averted his eyes, but I didn’t press the matter as he clearly looked like he didn’t want to talk about it. So, I just hummed and nodded my head in understanding, waiting patiently for him to speak up again.

“Anyways,” He cleared his throat and clapped his hands, turning back to face his computer, “you’ll be the first one to hear it. And don’t laugh, like I said, it’s far from being perfect.”

“I would never laugh, Mingi.” I said seriously as my eyebrows furrowed, making Mingi glance back at me. He studied my face for a second before he nodded once, ruffling his bangs quickly as he pressed start on the player. The song started out as a steady beat accompanied by the guitar playing softly, the melody rather comforting. It was a delicate way of easing you into the song, and as it flew naturally, Mingi’s voice suddenly made an appearance, his rasp not as noticeable as normally as his vocals were soft, completely in tune with the music and the beat.

“My head is haunting me, and my heart feels like a ghost/I need to feel something 'cause I'm still so far from home/Cross your heart and hope to die/Promise me you'll never leave my side.” I gulped as I leaned back in the chair, eyes fixated on the big screen of Mingi’s computer, soaking in the words, trying to be less aware of Mingi sitting next to me, trying to ignore my unsteady heartbeat.

“Show me what I can't see when the spark in my eyes is gone/You got me on my knees, I'm your one-man cult.” Mingi’s leg was bouncing up and down rapidly, his lower lip between his teeth as his eyes were fixed onto the screen of his computer, something suddenly dropping in the pit of my stomach as I took a glance at him from the corner of my eyes, “Cross my heart and hope to die/Promise you I'll never leave your side.”

I gulped as my fingers wrung together, lightly bobbing my head to the steady rhythm of the song, enjoying the instrumental as I drunk in Mingi’s words, his deep voice warm and pleasant to listen to, feeling goosebumps erupt on my arms, underneath my long sleeves.

“'Cause I'm telling you, you're all I need/I promise you, you're all I see.” I took a peek in Mingi’s direction as was slightly startled to find him watching me, his eyes trained on me intently. His eyebrows were very lightly furrowed as his right hand was fisted, and he sniffed loudly, holding eye contact as the next words flew smoothly against the melody, my cheeks suddenly flushed for no reason, “'Cause I'm telling you, you're all I need/I'll never leave.”

The melody was light, instrumental smooth as Mingi’s voice almost faded with the next words, that is until the drums kicked up and the beat became heavier, Mingi’s strong voice easily accompanying the instruments, rasp harsh as Mingi’s voice audibly shook with emotions poured into the song, “So, you can drag me through hell/If it meant I could hold your hand/I will follow you, 'cause I'm under your spell/And you can throw me to the flames/I will follow you, I will follow you.”

And just as I blinked, the music stopped as Mingi hit the pause button, clearing his throat loudly as he rubbed at his chin, averting his eyes as I noticed a deep flush on his face. He swiveled his chair a little towards the desk, angling his body away from mine, “Uh, like I said, it’s still raw, so it’s not that good. I recorded the first two verses like yesterday, and was playing around with the chorus before I noticed you…yeah.”

I couldn’t help but smile softly as I looked at his profile, meanwhile Mingi quickly closed the folders he had open, “Mingi, it’s…like, really good. I have no idea what standards music majors and your professors have, but to my painter ears this is…a masterpiece or something.”

Mingi froze for a second, eyes wide when he faced me again, “Really? You think so?”

“Of course!” I exclaimed with a huff, growing embarrassed as Mingi continued to look at me with a surprised expression on his face. Perhaps I really should stop teasing and playfully insulting him so much, what if he doesn’t believe my compliments when I’m being genuine?

“I’m glad.” Mingi suddenly muttered, a soft smile settling on his lips before he chuckled, turning his head away, “I’ve have to finish the chorus and then we can go, is that good with you?”

“Sure,” I smiled, grabbing my phone from my pocket as Mingi went and plucked the headphones back into the computer, throwing it around his neck, “Take your time.”

『Getting hard to sleep

Blood is in my dreams

Love is killing me

Trying to figure it out』

He hummed and then put on the headphones, clicking away on his computer as the music file opened again, and I could hear the soft melody quietly slither through the headphones. I found myself looking at Mingi a second too long before I snapped out of it, clearing my throat as I unlocked my phone and looked down at it, checking for any unread messages. As expected, there was nothing from my mother as she preferred calling even for the smallest things. From Seulgi there was also nothing as she was on a date with Wooyoung, probably too preoccupied by each other to pay attention to anything else around them. I could only hope they would finally make things official, their feelings way too obvious to be beating around the bush for any longer. They were rather cute, but also extremely annoying. I’d rather prefer Seulgi gush to me about Wooyoung as her boyfriend, than the guy she just has a massive crush on, repeating the same things over and over again, completely ignoring the advice I give her.

As there was nobody else I would be texting, other than Mingi, I clicked out of the app and absentmindedly opened Instagram, scrolling through my feed, sighing quietly. There was a light tapping sound coming from Mingi’s direction, and I looked up to see him hitting his pen against the table rhythmically, following the beat of the song, probably. There were a few new words jotted down in his notebook, the page looking like a mess of jumble to me, but probably to Mingi it was quite organized, and clear what he had scribbled down there. I looked back down at my phone, smiling as cute puppy videos popped up in my recommended, watching the video until the end before I left a like on it, scrolling past it. There were a few other posts from my acquittances from my uni classes, and I liked them all as I sighed, realizing a little get-away sounded rather nice now that I saw pictures of people traveling. I scrolled some more down, and froze for a second as Yunho’s familiar username popped up, three pictures posted one after another. There was one of two coffee cups placed on a small round table, with the view over the city in the background. The second picture was of the sunset, the sky purple and pink. And then the third one was of two intertwined hands, and I didn’t fail to notice the tag on the picture. It was probably that new girl, but I found myself not wanting to actually check, to actually confirm that it was her. I sighed, eyes lingering on the last photo, yet quickly realized, rather startled, that I didn’t feel as bitter about as I once used to. It didn’t make me react as badly like the first time I had seen his story with his new girlfriend, and my eyebrows furrowed as I ruminated on the feeling, taking my lower lip between my teeth. Yes, I still felt rather bitter about it, but it left me rather…cold? Unimpressed, maybe? Unphased, even? My eyebrows furrowed further more at the sudden confusion of my feelings, and I went to scroll again, when a username down at the comments caught my eyes.

minkiprncess: u never invite me out on coffee dates, im jealous

YuYu🌻: i thought u liked picnic dates more?

I quickly shut the app off and cleared my throat, finding my eyes glued to Mingi instantly. Seeing him talk like that to Yunho…was strange, but certainly not unexpected. They’ve been best friends since kindergarten. Their bond ran deep, and the way Yunho would often gush about Mingi, it only seemed right to see those words typed out by Mingi. But I still couldn’t quite wrap my mind around their friendship, and how it worked, since Mingi seemed to be…quite genuine as days went by. I hated to admit it, but he really wasn’t as bad as I had thought at first. Perhaps I was prejudiced, but it felt too soon to let my guard down, to truly open up and let him in like I once had done with Yunho. That was a mistake, and I was scared of committing the same mistake twice. With my eyes on Mingi, and seeing as he was rather occupied at the moment, I allowed myself the luxury to truly look at him, to take him in as he was. His profile was pretty as his black hair fell over his forehead in soft waves, definitely not styled, as I had seen Mingi run his fingers through it numerous times since I had arrived. His brow bone was rather defined and it came more forward, his brows thick and dark, seemingly a perfect fit for his features. His nose was tall and long, the bridge straight and almost perfect, probably leaving many jealous for not having a nose like his. His glasses framed his face, and they were once again slipping down his nose, but Mingi made no sign of wanting to fix that, of pushing them up as you were supposed to wear them. The distance between his upper lip and nose wasn’t too big, even from the side, his cherry red lips were plump and had a rather pretty shape, forcing me to swiftly try and look down at my own lips, wondering why a guy had better and prettier lips than a woman. I followed the sharp line of his jaw, chin not too forward, perfectly aligned with his nose, his well-defined cheekbones visible even from the side. My eyes lingered on the small mole on his jaw, way too familiar with its placement already as I had drawn it numerous times in my portraits of Mingi. I gulped and subconsciously licked my lips as my eyes ventured further, slipping down his exposed neck, his tan skin soft looking in the dim lights, his characteristic silver necklaces hanging around the base of his neck. Mingi sighed loudly and I looked at his face alarmed, thinking that I had been caught, but his eyebrows were furrowed as he took the pen he held in his hand between his white teeth, biting down on it as he looked frustrated. I had noticed before already, but his front teeth were slightly more ahead, protruding a little, and I couldn’t help but chuckle quietly, finding this trait rather…adorable. Not wanting to linger too much on that thoughts, my eyes found themselves fixated on Mingi’s fingers, and I frowned upon just realizing something.

『I'll let it go 'cause I won't see you later

And we're not allowed to talk it out

I said I'd go, put myself on show

But I'm still trying to figure it out』

His nails were painted black, with rather abstract looking designs, and as I squinted, absentmindedly leaning forward in my chair to catch a better glimpse at his middle finger, I could read the words, fix on, painted on it. My eyebrows furrowed as it made me wonder whatever that meant, and I decided to ask Mingi about it later if given the chance. I allowed my eyes to linger on his nails longer, gulping as I noticed almost each long finger of his was decorated by a ring. I wasn’t foreign to his rings, I have noticed that Mingi loved wearing rings, and the one on his middle finger, with the big red gemstone seemed to always catch my attention. I hummed silently, taking my sweet time to closely analyze each one of his rings, noting which were new, to me, as I haven’t seen them on him before, and which were the ones he wore almost daily. He seemed to have two silver ones that he never failed to leave at home, both littered with small stones, prettily shining under the sunlight each time. Mingi’s fingers flexed for a second, tightening around the pen he was holding, and I watched as he started tapping the table, a low humming sound coming from his lips. I blinked as I realized what I had been doing, memorizing every bend of his fingers, every line and any scar decorating it, storing their shape and length deep in my mind for the time when I would have to recall it in order to draw his hands. In the process of all this, I couldn’t help but also notice that his hands seemed rather big, they would probably engulf mine nicely. The thought made me lightly flush as I remembered us holding hands in his car after we shared some personal stuff, and I shook my head lightly, trying to get rid of the memory. There was a light shuffle as Mingi cleared his throat, making me very slowly drag my eyes up, until they fell on his face. More particularly on his sharp and small eyes, which were on me, his eyebrows raised curiously as a smug smile seemed to be plastered on his lips. Fuck. I would’ve face palmed myself if it wasn’t for Mingi watching me, so, instead, I tried to flash him my best poker face while I totally, and absolutely, flushed red in embarrassment.

“Were you…” Mingi pursed his lips, narrowing his eyes playfully, “checking me out?”

“Like hell I was.” I snapped with a loud huff, definitely way too fast.

“Oh, you weren’t?” Mingi feigned confusion, “But—damn, then I must be mistaken. You certainly weren’t like…totally ogling my face and then salivating after my hands, right?”

As if to prove a point, he wriggled his fingers, making me clench my jaw as I forced a pathetic excuse of a laugh out of myself, giving him an unimpressed expression, “I wasn’t checking you out nor any of those things you just said—”

“Are you like, really sure?” Mingi huffed, tapping his lips in an annoying manner, “Because now you’re making me feel crazy—”

“Oh my God,” I exclaimed exasperated, eyes widening as I huffed at Mingi, “fine, I was looking at your hands, but before it gets to your head, bro, I just simply think guys painting their nails is hot, okay?”

There was a long pause, Mingi’s eyes boring into mine as a smirk made its way on his lips, looking all smug and pleased with himself, “So…”

I gulped nervously as he suddenly pushed his chair slightly back, and started leaning in towards me, the look taunting on his face, “You think I’m hot?”

“Not you.” I snapped, glaring at him, “That’s not what I said—”

“But you indirectly admitted that I’m hot—”

“No, Mingi. I didn’t admit anything, God, this is why I don’t talk to you.” I huffed and pushed my chair back, feeling uncomfortable as he was siting so close to me, making me gulp nervously. I quickly stood from my chair and went to walk to get my backpack, but Mingi quickly reached out and grabbed my wrist.

“Where are you going?” He asked, smugness and smirk gone from his face. I rolled my eyes at him, but didn’t pull my wrist out of his grip.

“Home, obviously.” I huffed, and Mingi very gently pushed me back towards the chair, making me sit in it.

“Let me finish this up, and we’re leaving.” He quickly turned and went back to clicking away on his computer, pursing his lips as with his left hand he closed his notebook, throwing the pen absentmindedly on his desk. I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms in front of my chest, but didn’t say anything else, waiting for him to do whatever he needed to do before we would finally leave. Some fresh air would certainly serve well for a wakeup call.

The light drizzle had turned into rain after we’ve reached Mingi’s car and waited for the engine to warm up a bit. Mingi wasn’t as embarrassed about it as last time, and I found myself feeling the need to reassure him that I didn’t give a shit whether his car was a fucking rocket or a simple carriage, as long as it was safe to drive and shielded us from the rain. Perhaps it was one of the very few times when I heard Mingi’s rich laughter, his head thrown back against the headrest and mouth wide open as he repeatedly hit the wheel, prompting me to match his laughter until my stomach hurt and I had to ask him to stop, unable to breathe anymore as tears sprung into my eyes. The radio was playing softly in the background, neither of us actually paying attention to it as Mingi had asked about my art class, inquiring about the painting I was currently working on. I briefed him about it as we had taken off, the rain making it rather hard to see well, but Mingi was a careful driver and he didn’t speed at all, being extra careful as the wipers of the car were placed on the fastest setup, the rain hitting the car loudly, making us raise our voices in order to be able to hear each other well.

“I assume you know Wooyoung and Seulgi are on a date.” Mingi spoke up as we had stopped at a red light, people running as they crossed the road, umbrellas doing almost nothing to shield them from the harsh rain anymore.

“Yeah, I hope they chose to go somewhere indoors, this rain is merciless.” Mingi chuckled, but nodded his head in agreement, leaning his head against the headrest. The cars in the lane to our left took off, their traffic light having turned green.

“Wooyoung mentioned about them going to the cinema, or at least that’s what he had in mind two days ago.” Mingi explained, shifting into first gear as the light turned green for us.

“Seulgi said something about a new place opening up where you could paint pottery while enjoying their delicacies.” I said in thought, wondering which one they have chosen.

“We should go there sometime,” Mingi took a right turn, mindful of the pedestrians and the huge puddles on the side of the road, “just the two of us.”

I hummed, thinking about it for a second before I looked at Mingi, “Sure.”

“Sure? Did you just say sure?” Mingi’s voice slightly raised and I chuckled, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes, I said sure.” I repeated, Mingi’s mouth falling open.

“Did you just agree to going out with me?!” Mingi almost exclaimed, making me snort as I looked away, focusing on the road ahead.

“You didn’t ask me out.” I corrected.

“But I still could.” Mingi quickly said, making me shake my head with a small smile.

“Anyways, I hope Wooyoung makes his move soon.” I sighed, rubbing my forehead tiredly, “I’ve had enough of listening to Seulgi whine about how much she’s into him, but is confused of what Wooyoung wants.”

Mingi chuckled as he took a left turn, driving off the main road, barely three blocks away from my neighborhood, “Good to know I was right.”

I looked at him again curiously, and he quickly explained himself, “I’ve been telling Wooyoung she was into him, but he never believed me. He did say he’d ask her out today, but knowing Wooyoung…he might chicken out, again.”

I chuckled, amused by these two idiots, “Well, knowing Seulgi, she won’t chicken out. She also planned on asking Wooyoung out today.”

Mingi laughed, turning left, slowing down as he drove down my street, looking for my house closely. I smiled subconsciously and undid my seatbelt, planning to help him out by pointing my house out to him, but I didn’t have to. He was quick to come to a stop in front of it, placing the gear in neutral. He turned his head and looked at me, smiling, “Arrived.”

“Yeah.” I whispered and grabbed my backpack, looking out the window, eyebrows furrowing at the sudden downpour, the car’s windshield wiper good for nothing at this point, “Damn, why is it raining so hard?”

“I hate it.” Mingi whined as he looked ahead too, lips jutting out in a pout, “I can’t even drive home now.”

“Yeah, you shouldn’t.” I agreed as my eyebrows furrowed, “It’s not safe at all.”

“Yeah,” Mingi sighed and turned the engine off, undoing his seatbelt, “I’ll just wait for it to settle down, and then I’ll drive home.”

“Yeah, you should do that.” I agreed, looking at him, the rain hitting the roof of Mingi’s old Honda Prelude loud, “And text me when you get home, so that I know you’re safe.”

Mingi’s cheeks flushed, but just ever so slightly, and my eyes widened as he tried to avoid eye contact the more persistent I became, “Yeah, uh, I will. Promise I won’t forget this time.”

“You better,” I chuckled, rolling my eyes remembering all the times he would forget to text me that he had gotten to his destination safely, “I’m going now.”

“Okay.” Mingi’s head turned and we made eye contact for a second, before I offered him a small smile and pushed the door open, springing out of his car. It didn’t even take a minute for me to be completely drenched by the rainwater as I very quickly slammed Mingi’s door shut, gasping as my clothes got instantly soaked, hair sticking to my head. I turned and took off towards my house, running, but realizing it didn’t matter since I was already soaked. Well, so much for Mingi driving me home to save me from the freezing cold downpour. As I reached the middle of the driveway, I dared to take a peek at the sky, realizing that the almost black clouds looked menacing, and God knows when they’d pass, when the rain would stop. I stopped and turned, looking towards Mingi’s car as I bit my lower lip, having to blink my eyes fast to be able to see something. No car was driving down the roads anymore, no person out on the streets. What if the rain wouldn’t stop at all? It’s happened before, not even once. Would Mingi stay out in the car? He wouldn’t be able to leave if that were the case. Taking a deep breath, I made my decision as I raced back to his car, yanking the door open as I leaned down, Mingi’s wide eyes falling on my soaked form.

“Come inside, who knows when it’ll stop raining.” I called out loudly over the sound of the rain and the sudden rumble of the sky, making me shiver. I hated the thunder perhaps more than the flashing lightning. Mingi opened his mouth, probably to refuse my offer, but I didn’t leave room for him to argue, “Come on!”

And as I slammed the door shut again, he was out of the car in a second, closing his own door and locking his car quite clumsily, exclaiming as he got soaked in seconds, just like myself. I laughed as I took off towards the house, Mingi racing after me, giggling loudly as we reached the front steps of the porch, both shivering as I struggled to grab my keys out of my pocket.

“Oh my God, this sucks!” Mingi exclaimed just as another thunder shook the ground, and I jumped, throwing a glare towards the sky. Mingi saw it and chuckled, urging me to unlock the door, “Doll, I’m freezing my ass off, please open the door!”

“Who’s the drenched puppy kicked to the curb now, huh?” I asked with a teasing grin as I unlocked the front door, pushing it open. Mingi chuckled and rolled his eyes, but not before playfully pushing me forward, urging me on to step inside the house first.

We could only hope the downpour would stop soon enough.

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redthefortuneteller · 3 months

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About Snake's death

*Edit: I had to edit out a mistake I made, which was that I wrongly assumed the 20+ people Agni hung upside down in London had died! Thank you for letting me know in the comments and apologies for that! The main focus of the post still stands of course, which is to consider and wonder how the rules of justice in Kuro are applied and which are the rules exactly, if there are any. I also couldn't deny myself of adding a few other things, I once again hope you will tolerate my tendency to ramble on too much!*

From what is generally understood, Yana has a penchant for punishing characters for their wrong doings. I'd mentioned before that we can see this in Snake's case with him getting cut in the same side of the neck that Phelps got the snake bite on. It doesn't look like a coincidence, especially knowing how Yana operates in terms of details and foreshadowing. *Edit: I should like to add that Phelps dying was an accident. Snake, although he wanted to kill Smile, really didn't kill Phelps, specifically, on purpose. I've read someone argue that Snake isn't even to blame for the murder as it was a black mamba who killed Phelps, not Snake. I do not share that opinion, simply because he was the one who sent the snake. But it's still an interesting thought to consider as in "what does the author think or consider in this case?"* This being said, it's still a little hard to stomach that Snake should be dealt with in this way. I will try to explain what I mean. He died not even properly acknowledging Doll's presence, nor all his snakes surrounding him. He saw Finny leaving him behind. He died alone in his mind, wondering why he had such a horribly unfair life, treated like an animal, getting tricked and lied to by everyone, not understanding why or having anyone explain anything to him about why he was made a fool by everyone.

As he had just realized he was in the middle of it all, he was killed. He was dead before he could understand what had been happening all this time. Take Agni for instance, one of my dear long time favourite characters. He died a violent death, but at least died peacefully and happy that he got a chance at redeeming himself by doing good and living for Soma, after his sinful past in which he said he'd lived a life of sin in India and that he "hurt a lot of people". He did get sentenced to death but we don't know for certain, if what he'd done included killing. So I will still refrain from taking that into account. *Edit: Here's a link to a separate post I made, explaining why I assumed Agni had killed those people in London*

So all things considered, why did Agni die with a smile on his face, while Snake died with "why-?" as his last words? Indeed, why..?

I wonder if Yana is also taking into consideration the envenomation of the soldiers in the Emerald Witch arc to up the numbers? If we were to consider this to be Yana's "sword of justice" (haha sounds quite dramatic!), should we expect to see other characters dying such abominable deaths? Because there are so many characters who have killed a lot people and others that have killed some. Starting with the Phantomhive servants and ending with Wolfram, it could be a lengthy list. *Edit: Take Baldroy for example, he likely killed too many to even count. If there's such a concept as a "sword of justice", I dread to even wonder what will happen to him in the end.* Of course, don't consider for a moment that I'm wishing such things! I'm simply entertaining the possibility of this implicit method of justice being employed by the author, if, we were to consider that Snake's death came as a sort of payback for Phelps, that is all. Part of me wishes Snake's death would have been handled with a little more gentleness and grace. As he's such a kind hearted character... he didn't even get the chance to understand what he'd unknowingly gotten dragged into. But alas, this is the Kuroshitsuji universe after all where life's injustices are abound!

Thank you for reading and a virtual hug to all of you who love Snake! ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

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ulquiorrapleasecallmetrash · 5 months

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Anything We Want (Sosuke Aizen x Arrancar! Reader x Gin Ichimaru)

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Fandom: Bleach

Warnings: threesome, finger sucking, finger licking, finger fucking, face fucking, fellatio, hair pulling, double stuffed, doggy style, cum eating, cum swallowing, throat fucking, 18+ content in general.

Rating: 18+

Summary: Since you were Aizen's most dedicated Arrancar follower, Aizen and Gin both knew you couldn't resist their offer.

Harmony: I have been thinking about how hot a threesome with Aizen and Gin would be. So, I decided to do it! You're welcome. Also the reader will be female presenting in this fanfic.

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You were a very intriguing specimen, not only that you were also one of Aizen's most trusted arrancar followers, You were swift, cunning and you performed every task at hand perfectly and gracefully. Some could argue that you were more trustful and loyal than Ulquiorra himself. Of course you never took to stride, you were just here trying to find a place in Las Noches since you refused to go and live in the barren wasteland you called Hueco Mundo. You had seen too many horrors from there and living in Las Noches was like living in a fairytale compared to there.

It wasn't just your usefulness that had interested Aizen, it was your beautifully unique looks and your loyalty that had also attracted him as well. Everytime you would bow to him and leave the room Aizen couldn't help but wonder… what if?

Gin had also had the same thoughts about you as well, the only difference was that Gin was more straightforward to his interest in you rather than Aizen.

"My, My, y/n you look rather stunning this evening."

It was awkward, hearing Gin's flattering words directed towards you. He knew how to make you blush, but soon after you began to react to his constant flirting, giggling at him.

All Aizen could do is watch as the two of them banter, hearing and watching you laugh as Gin flirted with you, you didn't know it but there was a change in atmosphere every time he witnessed the two of you like this.

It was rather annoying, and he had to do something about it.

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You bowed in front of Aizen, looking up at him afterwards, waiting for him to say something to you.

"y/n."

"Yes, Lord Aizen?"

Aizen stared down at you, his brown eyes were intense, you were becoming rather uncomfortable with him staring at you like this. Did you do something wrong?

"Do you enjoy being served under me?" He asked you bluntly, you were quite confused as to why he would ask a question like that so abruptly. He was never really the one to ask these kinds of questions to anyone, not even Ulquiorra.

"Of course, you're a wonderful leader." You genuinely said to him, watching him smile down at you.

"Is that so? How interesting." Aizen simply said to you, getting up from his throne and making his way towards you until he was only a couple feet away.

His demeanor was intense, probably because he was your ruler and certainly not because of the strange feelings you get whenever you're around him.

"Tell me, y/n." He leans into you, his hot breath fanning your ear as he whispers to you. "What do you think about my lieutenant, Gin Ichimaru?" Your eyes shot wide open, having flashbacks of Gin's constant flirting and you giggling at him. What can you say, he knows how to flatter you.

"I expect my followers to answer me immediately, I will say it again, what do you think about lieutenant Gin Ichimaru?" His voice changed, sounding a bit more stern. You gulped, a blush formed on your face, you weren't exactly sure how to answer it yourself but you had to tell him something and quickly too.

"I Think lieutenant Ichimaru is a kind man." You paused for a moment before adding something else, "He knows how to do his job.He also has interesting color hair and a very distinct smile." Aizen could only chuckle, taking one of hands and twirling your hair in his long, lengthy fingers.

"Is that all? You don't have any unknown feelings for him?"

You tilted your head in confusion, how can you really understand what feelings are? You never really understood the concept of lust or attraction but you guess this would be closest to it.

"I.. wouldn't say that I have feelings for him but he certainly is an attractive man." You admitted to him, watching his hand move from your hair to the side of your face, rubbing his thumb in circles which caused you to quiver, not use to this kind of feeling before. You knew there was a slight shift in demeanor, did he not like the answer you gave him?

"You admit it, you like Ichimaru?" Aizen questioned you, clearly irritated. with your answer. This made you even more panicked, "I-i mean, it's not like that… I wouldn't say that I like him like him, he's attractive but you are also!" You covered your mouth with your own hands, embarrassed with what you just blurted out.

Sosuke couldn't help but chuckle, before he could say anything. You heard another voice from across the throne room.

"My my what an interesting little interaction I am witnessing." You both looked up, both pair of eyes meeting Gin's. He had his signature smile on his face, his movements smooth as he walked up to you both. Aizen simply frowned, glaring at his subordinate.

"What do you want, Ichimaru?"

Gin could only chuckle, "I was just making my rounds around the castle, nothing to it. It's not like I overheard the very interesting conversation you two were having." Gin stood on the other side of you, your back facing him. He then places his hand on top of your head, patting it gently. You jumped slightly, completely uncomfortable about having two very attractive men being so close to you.

"And what do you find so interesting about our conversation?" Aizen was not pleased, he almost seemed like he was jealous.

"Oh you know, how you are trying to figure out if y/n has any interest in me or not." Gin removed his hand from your head, creeping his fingers down to your neck and all the way down your back. You shivered at the sensation, your face turning pink, flustered by his intimate interactions.

They both glared at each other, the tension between them was building up, it was clear that they both wanted you.

You squirmed your way out from between them, taking a few steps back from them, the closeness was becoming suffocating and you had no idea how to handle all of this.

"I-i think you both are very attractive men and I am flattered that you both like me but arguing isn't going to solve anything." You watch as the two men glanced at each other, their eyes then meeting you again.

"You're right." Aizen said to you, making his way towards you with Gin following suit. Aizen placed his hand on your cheek, staring into your eyes lovingly, while Gin stood behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist, placing his chin on your shoulder as he snickered at you.

"Then to solve this problem we will both have to take you, here and now." Gin hummed into your ear, his breath tickling your ear, your eyes widened as you figured out what they both actually mean. "You mean…all three of us together?" They both nodded in unison.

"That's correct, how do you think it will feel, the both of us indulging you?" Gin asked seductively, whispering in your ear,

You blinked, astounded that they would offer something like this, it sounded almost bizzare.

Aizen lifted your face by the chin, his chocolate brown eyes bore into yours, "Do you want to, darling?" Your eyes widened at the nickname he gave you, no one ever called you anything like that before. If you had a heart you were sure it would be beating fast by now.

"I-i don't mind at all…" You shyly admitted, your face as red as a tomato.

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Gin and Aizen both chuckled, transporting you into one of the extra's rooms that Las Noches has. Aizen and Gin both walked up to you, Gin standing behind you and Aizen facing you directly.

"Now, shall we begin?" Aizen smiled down at you, you nodded your head, excited but also quite nervous. Aizen leaned in to kiss you on the lips sweetly, while Gin lean forward, leaving trails of tiny kisses down your neck. You shivered in response, not used to the sudden feeling of lips onto your very cold skin.

"You're so cold my dear," Gin said into your ear, chucking seductively into it.. You felt a sudden pinch on your bottom lip, not realizing that Aizen nipped at it, causing you to yipe in response, giving Aizen a chance to insert his tongue into your wet cavern, exploring every inch of your mouth. You moaned into his, suddenly enjoying the feeling of him dominating you with his lips and tongue. Gin then begin to nip at your neck, softly at first then harder as your moans begin to resonate throughout the room. The pain and pleasure that the two of them are causing made your pussy slowly becoming wetter, you were becoming more excited each moment they both touched you.

You begin to feel your clothing slowly slip off as Aizen disregard your shirt while Gin took care of your pants. You weren't completely exposed since you had a normal pair of bra and panties that were under your arrancar uniform, but still it was a little bit embarrassing to be this exposed to them. Still, they didn't care at all and neither would you. They begin to kiss every inch of your exposed skin. It felt comforting and also erotic to you, feeling your cold skin slowly becoming warm with arousal.

You begin to whimper, your mind on overdrive from all the stimulation they were giving you.

"You poor thing, you must be so touch starved." Aizen said to you, placing a hand on your cheek. Your eyes bore into Aizen chocolate eyes, you were hypnotized by them, but also Gin's flirting didn't help at all. "You don't need to worry, we will take care of you, every inch of you." Gin hummed, slithering his hand all the way down to your clothed nether region, his hand lightly patting you gently, then removing your panties to the side so he could insert his finger inside of you. Aizen begin to take a handful of your boob, gently cupping it into his hand, You leaned your head back, letting out a tiny gasp, this gave Gin the opportunity to bite your neck hard, leaving another hickey on your already adorned neck. Aizen didn't take heed as well, ripping your garment that was covering your breasts completely off of you, then immediatly leaning down to lick and nips at your already hardened nipples which sent shock waves throughout your body.

You moaned out in pleasure, that was the only thing you could really do as they both began to work yourself up. Gin hummed innocently, inserting two fingers inside of you, the stretch felt amazing. "You're so wet for us, y/n. I bet you taste just as sweet as you look." Gin said to you seductively, taking one of his arousal covered fingers and licking them clean. "I was right, you taste divine, now how about you have a taste yourself?" Gin took his other coated finger, placing it in front of your lips. You were hesitant, should you really be tasting your own arousal? It seemed a bit…odd. Aizen looked up now completely intrigued. "Yes, I think it would be a wonderful idea, be a dear do that just for us.." Aizen ordered you. You were still a bit nervous of doing it but you were expected to do it because orders were orders. You stick out your pink tongue in front of Gin's finger, first taking a tiny lick, then you begin to slowly swirl your tongue around it, taking his fingers completely in your mouth, sucking the arousal completely off his fingers. "Good girl." They both said in unison.

"You look so sexy, cleaning my fingers. What would be hotter is if you're fully exposed to us." Gin then slid your panties all the way down your legs and onto the floor. It was awkward, but you couldn't deny how much you enjoyed the look of interest in their eyes. "You would look perfect if you got down on your knees for us." Gin ordered you, as Aizen nodded in agreement. "Yes, he's right, get down on your knees for us." Aizen had ordered you, his voice was sweet and silky, which made it easier for you to oblige. You did as you were told, looking up at Aizen, waiting for his next order. Gin, now standing in front of you and right next to Aizen grinned down at you, "You look so gorgeous like this, down on your knees for us." Aizen said to you, leaning down to gently touch your cheek.

You leaned into his touch, feeling some kind of warmth in your empty chest. What could this feeling actually be? You weren't sure but if Aizen and Gin wanted to provide more of it then you wouldn't mind at all. " Do you trust us with everything in your being?" Aizen asked you, his eyes never leaving yours. You nodded your head, you would do anything to please them both that's what arrancars actually do. "That's wonderful to hear, what we are going to do next will be a bit uncomfortable but just try to relax and remember to trust the both of us." Aizen's voice was soothing and comforting, you weren't exactly sure what they both had in mind but you promised them both that you were willing to give them all of your trust. "Now come over here." Gin ordered you, taking his index finger and motioning you over to the bed. You started to stand back up, until Aizen placed his hands on your shoulder, keeping you in place. "Good girls stay on their hands and knees. You need to crawl over to Gin, this shows that you are dedicated to the both of us." You nodded your head,"Yes, Sir." You said to him, you didn't notice but those words made Aizen's erection grow. You leaned forward so you were back on your all fours, crawling over to Gin who was now sitting on the edge of the bed, his eyes never leaving your naked form.

It never showed but both of them really enjoyed the view.

"Good girl, now unzip my pants and unsheathe me." Gin ordered you, his foxy smile never leaving his face as he watched you, you didn't question it as you unzip them, ignoring the intense stares from both of the men. Your eyes widened as you watched Gin's length sprung to life. It was long, thick, and hard just for you. "You look so intrigued, why don't you touch it?" Gin hummed, smiling wide at you. You had no idea how to react to this, you had never seen anything like it before and you weren't sure how to correctly touch it. "Go on, do as Ichimaru says and touch it. Make sure you grip it tight and pump your hand up and down to pleasure him. If you do it then I will give you a reward as well." Aizen had encouraged you, but the words sounded very stern and dominating. You nodded and hesitantly gripped Gin's lengthy cock, slowly pumping up and down. You heard a slight gasp escaping gin's lips as you slowly pumped it, "Don't be shy my dear, grip me tighter and go faster." Gin said to you, you tighten your fingers around his length moving your hands up and down, you could feel his cock getting harder with each touch, pre-cum now leaking from it. "Why don't you have a taste?" Ichimaru said, referring to pre-cum that was leaking down his shaft. You leaned forward, taking out your tongue and slowly licking the tip to clean off Gin's cock, enjoying the taste of his essence. "Good girl, slowly take him with your mouth." Aizen ordered, his hands creeping down to your wet arousal, rubbing the outside of your lips. You begin to tense up at the sudden sensation of Aizen's warm hand down there. "Be careful, do not use your teeth, if you do you will be punished." Gin said to you sternly, he did not look amused one bit, quite annoyed. You wrapped your lips around his cock, sucking on it gently. You begin to breathe through your noise heavily, you wanted to moan out loud as Aizen inserted another finger into you. He begins to expertly play your clit, making sure to change the speed from fast to slow. You had to remember, do not bite his cock and breathe through your nose. You bob your head faster, sucking on Gin's cock harder.

You were sucking on his cock like your life was dependent on it, but your mind couldn't just focus on him, you busy trying so hard not to moan out with pleasure as Aizen pleasured your hungry cunt, with his long, expert fingers. You were leaking with arousal and the scent was all over the room. Your eyes scrunch up from the intense pleasure from Aizen. You were a bit too distracted right now, your movements from Gin's cock started to slow down. "Tsk tsk seems like you are too distracted by Sosuke pleasuring you. I guess i will have to take matters in my own hands." Gin gripped the back of your hair, harshly pulling on your hair. You moaned out in pleasure, a huge trail of drool dripping from your mouth all the way down the floor. Your whimpers were loud as Aizen continued to ruthlessly pleasure you. the pace of his fingers never seized, by now there were three of them inside of you and he angeled it to where his fingers hit your g-spot. Right before you could moan again Gin stood up and quickly shoved his cock right back into your mouth, pulling on your hair hard as he began to thrust himself into your mouth. Tears begin to form on your lips as he relentlessly fucked your face, not caring how hard he was doing it. "I can't let you have all of the fun." Aizen said smoothly, removing his aroused cover and from inside of you, licking your arousal clean from his fingers. He then unzips his pants and pulls them down as well, his cock springing out from it, hard, and pre-cum already leaking from the tip. He then carefully shoved himself inside of your empty aching hole, your muffled moans were almost inaudible but you were moaning so loud from pleasure and overstimulation. Everything was so cloudy as you were being ruthlessly filled from both ends, a whole sympathy of sex echoed throughout the room, you were helpless, but it was something very erotic being used just like this that made you so wet and yearn for more. "You're such a good girl taking both of us so well, letting us use you how we please." Gin's compliment was very flattering, which caused you to to unintentionally clench around Aizen's cock.

Aizen moaned out in pleasure, he then began to thrust deeper inside of your wet cavern, grabbing onto your waist tightly. Your muffled moans echoed out as both men roughly fucked you from the front and the back of you. You can feel the erotic ache that was building inside you grow, you were getting to your climax which was clearly apparent as your arousal started to drip profusely around Aizen thick member. The same goes from the saliva that was dripping down from your mouth all the way down to your chin and onto the floor below you. Gin pulled your hair tightly, his thrusts becoming very sloppy as he was about to cum along with Aizen who's thrusts were almost as sloppy as Gin's. You can feel both cocks throbbing profusely inside of you, their hands gripping tightly around you as both came inside of your occupied holes. The Taste of Gin's cum and the warmness of Aizen's felt so euphoric you came right after the two, causing you to squirt all over Aizen's cock and all over the floor. The aftershocks hit you as Aizen pounded into you hard, loving the feeling of your wetness all over him. Gin shoved your head farther down your throat making sure you take every last drop of his cum. After everything was finished and muffled your cries of pleasure had seized, Both men carefully removed themselves from you. Now you laid there, tired, wet and limp. Gin crouched down to the floor so he could get a good look at your fuckout face, which looked beautiful on you. "My my you certainly took everything so well, I am quite pleased." Aizen, now standing right next to Gin in front of your form nodded in agreement, "Yes, you are right, you certainly are a special little servant." Aizen bent down to gently pat you on the head, the feeling of his warm hand felt comforting and you never wanted his hand to leave you.

"We will have to do this again another time, I'm sure that you won't mind that." You looked up at both of the men who were both staring down at you, looking at you expectantly. You slowly nodded your head.

Because somehow you didn't hate having this experience afterall.

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mvltisstuff · 11 months

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Hi! I accidentally stumbled upon your account and I really liked your fics especially on 911 characters. I actually requested a story before but posted it anonymously. It was a lengthy requested where Buck (911) and reader has to go abroad so they got separated and reader didn't know she was pregnant, etc.

And I think I wasn't able to say thank you in advance to that request so this is my thank you. Hope you'll pick it and make the idea worthy. And your stories are great! I love them! More ideas to you! ❤❤

come back, be here - e.b

summary: request

evan buckley x reader

gif from @marjansmateo

a/n: thank you for the request!! i don’t remember seeing it before, but i’ve been having problems w my inbox but it should be fixed now! hope you enjoy :))

every last second of bucks free time was with y/n before she went away. she was going to spain to study abroad for college, and buck couldn’t go with her. he had a life, and he’s happily settled in los angeles. she has a life too, though, one that she’s heavily planned out to give more to buck and her.

buck never wanted her to go. he knew it was her life’s dream to study abroad, but he would miss her like hell. he’s heard all the nightmares about long distance, and they don’t even know if they’re talking about it. y/n was supposed to leave in a week, so buck invited her over for dinner so they could discuss their future. he wishes he didn’t have to say goodbye to the one woman he’s loved more than anyone.

the air in his apartment was uncomfortable, trying to savor the days they had but the upsetting thoughts just kept returning to their mind. it’s been so long that they’ve been dating, they barely remember a life without each other, and that scared buck more than anything. he never wants to go back to his old ways, and y/n helped him.

“so, what should we do this week?” y/n asks, breaking the silence first.

“oh, uh,” buck stutters. “i wasn’t sure, i have work like every day but sunday.”

“that’s when i leave,” she reminds.

“i know, i’m sorry,” he says, breaking eye contact and turning around.

“what’s wrong, buck?” she questions his confusing state. she feels like she may as well just leave, as he’s not attempting to spend a good night together or start a conversation. “i know you’re upset but i didn’t expect you to not want to be with me.”

“i do want to be with you! it’s just-“ buck pauses, thinking about what’s really going through his mind.

bucks been with a handful of women who just up and left. abby was someone he truly cared about. not as much as y/n, but when she left, he was destroyed. he had to pick himself up, piece by piece. y/n was there every time he got hurt, had a bad day, or even had a good day. he doesn’t know how he’s going to go about his day with her being in another country.

“it’s just what, buck?” y/n sighs.

“i’m just thinking about abby and-“

“we’ve been over this, love. i don’t want anyone but you. this is just for me to get experience for work!”

“yeah, i get that,” buck complains. “but what about me? you’re leaving, and im just supposed to stay here? y/n, you are leaving the country. it’s a different time and it’s not as simple as a long drive.”

“buck, i understand what you’re saying, but i am coming back. and i need you to understand me,” her hands are playing with each other anxiously. they haven’t discussed this as much as now, and she has no idea what he might say.

“that’s what abby said.”

“will you stop with the abby shit?” y/n snaps. “i am not her, and i’ll never be her. listen, i don’t know what your deal is about this all of a sudden, but all i want is to be with you.”

“you know i love you,” he nods. “but i don’t know if i can stay here and wait for you to come back.”

“you’re serious?” she scoffs, completely taken aback by his statement. “so you want to break up? you’re going to sacrifice four years for a few months?”

“i’m sorry, y/n-“

“save it, if that’s what you want, then fine,” she gathers her stuff, letting the tears well up and bucks heart stings as he sees them. “i really believed you were the one but clearly, it was one-sided.”

“baby, please, i don’t want this to end like this-“ he tries to speak, but he can’t unsay the words he previously said.

“stop it, you told me what you wanted and you can’t just mess around with that,” she cries, trying to step away from him, placing a hand on his chest as he moves closer. “this is,” she lets out a sarcastic laugh. “this is so mean.”

it was an innocent dream that she’s had since childhood to go to spain. now, it’s finally an option and something she is certain she wants. she never, ever wanted to hurt buck but all of it backfired on her. she couldn’t say the situation was fucked up, disgusting, terrible. she could only muster up the word mean because she never, ever wanted to hurt him.

she whips around, speed-walking toward the front door before he grabs her wrist. she connects with his watery eyes, full of regret and pure sadness, maybe even a dash of loneliness. “i’m sorry,” he whispers.

“me too,” she nods, grabbing the door and walking out. she wipes her face when moving down the hallway, and wishes she could never look back.

on that friday, she got no calls, no messages, or anything from buck. she wanted to at least say goodbye, but the way their connection ended, the one that was so deep and true. she tried to take her mind on him, instead thinking of spain. she wanted to be excited to go, but it felt like everything changed knowing that buck doesn’t want her enough as she does.

the truth is that buck would drop everything in the world to run to her side. he’s so desperate to save himself from the agony of her leaving. bucks had people leave all his life. buck knows he can’t live without her. the only thing on his mind is how much he fucked up. he could handle some months, but he can’t handle her being out of his life for the rest of their lives. the spur of the moment tried to force his feelings into words, the wrong was. realistically, buck would wait forever if it meant she was at the end.

he thought he messed it up forever, that there was no reversing it. she deserved more than what she got from their ending. buck decided to pick up his phone, having no idea if she had left or not.

y/n walked up to the gates of the airport, taking any last attempts to gain the excitement. she wishes buck were right here next to her, to tell her it would all be ok in the end. now, she had to comfort herself with more doubt than she’s ever felt.

she zones out when walking in, looking at the flying airplanes and excited families. she watched them all, wondering where they were traveling. maybe a family vacation, maybe a wedding, maybe a funeral. she wondered if there was anyone in her position in this airport, trying to feel less lonely. her thoughts were interrupted by the vibration in her pocket, snaking her phone out to read the text.

1 new text : buck

have fun in spain!

her heart ached at the sight of the message. it all felt so small, a text that would’ve been appreciated from anyone else. from buck, it leaves a pit in her stomach as the plane takes off.

the lonesome weeks passed slowly, exhausting hours of working their minds on each other. y/n never planned for her stay to be this distant. she had everything right in front of her, but her mind was still in los angeles with buck. the thrills of a new country became minute grins after that night.

she eventually became so engrossed in her relationship with buck that she missed the fact that she was too many days past her period. at one attempt to distract herself, y/n slowly realized. she deep cleaned her whole room, throwing away all the food she had previously bought, wanting to gag at the thought of it. she was displeased because of the waste, but then she took a break.

she scrolled on her phone, getting a notification from her calendar app. she’s like clockwork, she’s always regular. when she spots the little reminder, her heart sinks. the amount of days she was late was certainly cause for concern. maybe she was having another medical problem? she tries to ease her worries but fails.

then she remembers buck. they definitely weren’t not active before she left. so, she does the walk of shame to the pharmacy and buys a test.

the forbidden stick sits on the counter, holding the most complicated thing in the world. there was no way she wasn’t pregnant, there are way too many signs comfort. her fingers shake and fidget on her knees, not even being able to look at it without having to chew at her nails and lips.

the distress and panic really starts turning it’s gears at the sight of the second line. it upgraded at the several other positive results. y/n was just staring at it for minutes straight before it finally kicked in. she was pregnant and the dad was in america.

she knows buck has to know, trying to think of her options while battling tears. he’s the only option to be the dad, and y/n has mixed feelings. she doesn’t know if she should be pissed, sad, or even a little happy. it sounds bad, but maybe it’s an excuse to see buck.

she’s known forever that she wants the rest of their lives together. every last part of him she wants to cherish. this makes it so real, so fast, and while they’re not even speaking. in the mix of all the emotions, y/n still knows exactly what she has to do and what she needs.

buck sat down with a beer in his hand, sitting next to eddie on the balcony. “i just, i wish it happened differently and i feel terrible.”

“buck, it’s not ending here,” eddie reassures. “you guys are meant to be. i didn’t believe in soulmates, until i saw you two.”

“she’s my entire world,” buck says. “i don’t know what i was thinking.”

“you were scared. she was scared. you’re confused, and it’s ok to feel that way,” buck felt like he was back in therapy.

“thanks, eddie,” buck smiles, sipping at the beer bottle and letting the alcohol settle.

the three hard knocks on his door make him sigh, having to force himself up to open the door. his grip on the bottle greatly improved when he saw y/n’s beloved face.

“hi,” she croaks.

“hi,” buck mutters. “w-what are you doing here?”

“i needed to see you, and we need to talk,” she sounds alarmed, scaring buck and making any other worries seem scarce.

“yeah, of course,” he moves. “i don’t want to bother you, so if you want to j-“

“i’m pregnant,” she speaks, her voice shaking and lowering at the words.

buck thinks he might need a hearing aid. there is no way he heard her correctly. buck loves kids, and it’s his life goal to have a family of his own to. he hopes he heard her right, because the only person in those dreams is y/n. he wants to marry her, to get old together, for her to be the mother of his kids.

“s-sorry, what?” he asks, clearly but with his eyes shot open.

“i’m pregnant, buck,” the look in his face could haunt her, the emotionless glance into her eyes makes her feel like she’s stone, and just because of his look.

“uh- ok! come sit down, please?”

she nods, stepping into the apartment as buck reads over every single test, shining lights and using a magnifying glass that he pulled out of nowhere. “you deserve to know.”

“i-im really happy, actually,” he smiles, looking at her nervous hands. he knows she’s scared from her body language, and by her face. he’s able to read her like the back of his hand. “how do you feel?”

“im pretty good,” she shrugs, releasing a sharp breath. “im scared shitless, but…”

“y/n, i cant hold it in anymore,” buck interrupts. “i love you more than anyone in the world. we’re written into forever, and i need you. i only want to spend the rest of my life with you and i know there is no one else out there for me. i don’t know why o said any of what i did, because i want to wait for you, wherever you are.”

as he inches closer to her, the pieces of her broken heart start to glue back together. “i missed you so much, and i only want you, ever.”

“i know,” she falls into his arms, wrapping his around her. “i’m so sorry.”

“i was so scared,” she sobs. “i only want you, buck. i’m never leaving you.”

“i’m here now, it’s all going to be ok,” he shushes, rubbing the back of her head. the entire fright from the whole day starts to disintegrate away, the other feeling nothing but security in the others arms.

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hiorisgf · 1 year

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##WAY TOO CUTE FOR MY SAFETY SAVE ME

↪Ft. Nagi

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"Ah."

A sound of surprise escaped your lips as you stared at him, astonished to find the snow white haired male napping comfortably with his head on the table. You pause from your steps, a bit hesitant to come forward—for what reasons, you don't know. Maybe because you didn't want to wake him up from his obviously pleasant sleep, but not like you could care enough to wonder why anyway. You remain standing at your initial position by the door, at a lost for what to do.

"You can sit here you know" Nagi said, voice thick with sleep. He turns his head to face you, half lidded eyes staring right back at yours and you would be lying if you said you didn't find it attractive.

You shriek, and unfortunately for you, the sound you let out wasn't cutesy in the slightest—it was the kind of sound that would be suited for when you're voicing ogers screeching to death.

"Oh my god" you heaved out a sigh, clutching your chest tightly. "You scared me, since when have you been awake?"

"A few minutes ago, I could hear your screaming from miles away"

You pause, before swiftly realizing what he meant. "My bad, walking around blindfolded is a terrifying experience." you said, shivering at the memory.

"Really? It wasn't that way to me" Nagi tilts his head and darn was it infuriating how effortlessly cute he could be.

"Yea I'm sure." you snort, and Nagi squints his eyes as though confused, and by this time, you wanted nothing more than glomp him. "You were probably carried by Reo or something"

Nagi's eyes widens, and he lets out an 'ooh' sound "How'd you know?"

"Lucky guess" was all you said

A momentary silence befell on the two of you as you looked at the room. The classroom you noticed to be yours, was covered with heart decorations that screamed love all over and it was a bit sickening just how much they over decorated the place. You notice the clock right behind Nagi, it counted to 30 minutes—a bit lengthy you think for a booth on an event that lasted for only a day.

The door opens and you divert your attention away from the clock and instead to the person who entered. He holds a tray with a parfait standing on top of it with all its glory. The person walks closer until he stands beside your table and with swift motions, he places the parfait on the table along with it, spoons for two people.

"We never ordered anything" you quickly told him, it looked expensive with how presentable it looked.

"I know, but your classmate, Reo, has offered to buy it for the two of you." he flashes you a grin, a harmless, customer service smile, he flashes to the two of you before excusing himself goodbye.

"Ah—" you helplessly watched as the staff walked away, looking at the parfait that sat in the middle of the table. You blink, once, twice, and the dessert starts sparkling, as if seducing you to come and eat it.

"You want it?"

You flinch, as if a criminal found guilty. You shake your head "No no, I can't—"

"It's fine, I don't mind. And everything available on the menu is for two people anyway."

"Well.." you look at him, as if verifying if he really was alright with it before taking the spoon and taking a hesitant bite.

Wow. You gasp, it was delicious—easily topping most of the desserts you've eaten before. You ease your body as you take yet another bite, it was addictive—way too delicious to be made by someone with the same age as you.

"Is it good?"

"Yep, it went way above my expectations" you replied, taking yet another bite of the heavenly made dessert. "You try it too, you won't regret it"

Nagi hums, and you wait for him to take a bite. To your surprise however, he only opens his mouth and lifts his head up a little.

"What are you doing?" you asked, raising a brow at his rather eccentric yet still adorable actions..

"Feed me, please?" he tilts his head in a way that would highlight his charms in all the right points.

Your heart tightens and lets go with a boom, "No, get your own spoon and feed yourself with it" you coughed into your hand, resisting his charms with all of your might.

"That's tiring" Nagi grumbles, and even now, he's as adorable as can be. You dig your nails into your palm, tight enough you think it'd bleed. But in the end, you were no more than a fool down bad for a man who'd find it troublesome to look your way.

You groaned, although not truly annoyed as you scooped up ice cream and shakily offering it to him. "Goodness, you sure are tiresome, Nagi" you say, a defeated smile taking place on your face.

He takes a bite, and it's evident he likes it by the way his eyes light up with glee. "It's good" he says, chewing on the strawberry.

"Right? I told you so!"

You passed the remaining minutes of your inprisonment with light chattering. Enthusiastically, you told Nagi about the drama's going on at the school campus with great detail, like how student a and student b because of homewrecker student c, and the beef student d had with student z. You half expected Nagi to fall asleep during your gossiping so you were surprised when he didn't, and even participated by giving his opinions on the topic. A small action, and yet to people who knew Nagi, it meant everything—such was the case to you. And you probably shouldn't get ahead of yourself, but you truthfully felt a bit special when Nagi participated with things he would usually find troublesome with you.

"So so, you know that one couple in my class that does disgusting pda everywhere?"

"Yea, they were pretty loud and distracted me from my game" you nod your head, glad he atleast knew those two. "Ok so apparently, the guy was cheating on her with the school secretary! Can you believe that?!"

"Wow, really?" Nagi half heartedly reacts. It's not that he isn't interested with what you're saying—but he just happens to be more focused on the way you move your hands alot as you speak, and the small, yet adorable way you scrunch up your nose when you mention a person you particularly dislike; he is focused, just on the wrong things unfortunately.

Nagi thinks you're pretty, breathtakingly so. And he can't help but feel a bit excited when you show him the bits and parts of you that you wouldn't let others see; loves learning more about you, what you like what you don't like, the games you like or the mangas you enjoy—and most of all, he enjoys it when he sees you smile—a real, genuine, and carefree one. Nagi adores it when you smile like the way you do now, he adores it so, he can't help but curve his lips upwards as well. A small, and yet nevertheless there kind of smile.

"Dude, you aren't even listening" you drive him away from his thoughts, and he shifts his attention back to you again. He spends a moment to look at you and in result, you groan—whether in annoyance at yourself for being absolutely down bad, or for him not listening, is a mystery with an answer for only you to know.

Ring ring!!

The clock rings, and the door opens right after. Outside, was a staff who tells you that the time was up along with some acquaintances (Reo being one of them) waiting by the door. "Ah, we can go out now. You can get your switch back now too. That's great!" you said with a smile, standing up from your seat and cleaning up the table—or atleast organize the empty plates and dirties utensils.

"Oh, it's over already" Nagi echoes your words, disappointment smeared on the words that leave his mind.

"Nagi?" you pause from your actions, a bit curious by the sudden decline of his mood.

"Too bad." he leans on the table, cocking his head to the side "I wanted to talk to you more too."

Oh. God.

Are you dead? You think you died with the way your heart ceased moving entirely as the thought of breathing and moving your chest was an action way way above you.

"Well—we can always spend more time together next time, just tell me if—if you want to talk and I'll gladly spend—yea, spend some time with you." you stuttered, tripping over your words as heat creeps up on your cheeks due to his bold statement.

"Really?" the way he raises his head and looks at you with anticipation isn't helping your case, really.

"Yes, really. Promise" you nod your head, trying your utmost best to look at him in the eye to show the sincerity of your words.

"Nagi!" Reo calls from the door, waving him over, with his switch in hand; you both turn your heads to look his way, and Reo greets you hello when he sees you notice him as well.

"Well, I have to go now." Nagi says, slowly standing up from his very comfortable seat. "Bye [Name], I'll talk to you later"

You wave him goodbye, showing a part of the happiness that explodes inside the confines of your ribs on your smile. You fall to your knees shortly after you see them disappear, unable to calm your beating heart from breaking out of its cage and run around the room anymore. Today felt like a fever dream, with him smiling at you and all—the last part too. You think you'll pass away today, you're sure you will.

"Hah, simp." the familiar voice of your friend—whom also happened to be one of the staffs at this booth teases.

"Shut up and let me have my moment rat."

#blue lock x reader #blue lock x you #blue lock x y/n #bllk x reader #nagi seishiro x reader #nagi x reader #bllk x you #@@.xylvie's works

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HEYOO, CHEF!

I was wondering if you could do hcs with a f!reader (who’s part of task force 141) for the codmw2 guys where the reader is a very happy/sappy drunk and flat out confesses that she loves them? The whole “you’re so great, I love you so much” typa thing?

TY FOR THIS AND HOPE YOURE HAVING A WONDERFUL DAY, MWAH - 🍽

P.S: IM ACTUALLY OBSESSED WITH ALL YOUR CODMW2 CONTENT, ITS GOT ME KICKING MY FEET ABOUT WJDNWJDNS EATING IT ALL UP WITH A 5 STAR RATING <3

— the cod : mw ii men + drunken confessions! characters : simon ‘ghost’ riley, john ‘soap’ mactavish, alejandro vargas, captain john price, phillip graves, kyle ‘gaz’ garrick, rodolfo parra fandom : call of duty modern warfare ii tags : f!reader, headcanons, kind of lengthy, i hope it’s not ooc because i tried to set a humorous tone, fluff ! additional warnings : mentions of drinking, cursing rating : t for teen and up audiences , sfw!

01| He noticed that you were always formal with him, sometimes to the point where it came off as awkward. While Price never blames you for it, he does carry his suspicions on why you're always so jittery and nervous despite having known him for years. He just didn't expect the confession to spill out of your mouth after three pitches of beer.

" I can't take it anymore !" You cried, somewhat sobbing into your hands, cheeks bright and voice desperate, " Captain, I'm so fucking sorry for what I'm about to say after this, but I like you! Fuck it — I'm not even sorry."

You slammed a hand on the table, and Price tried to calm you down, looking around at the heads that turned to face your way.

" You just had to light that cigar and lean back with your arms crossed! As if you don't know how cool and handsome and kissable you look at the moment! And it's unfair because," You let out a shuddering breath, throwing your arms up in the air, "you'll never like me back !"

At that moment, he grabbed your right wrist to pull you close, his grip warm and steady: thumb skimming over your racing pulse. He smiled at you affectionately, eyes softening and voice raspy, " Never say never, kid."

The morning after, he's at your door with a cup of coffee for the hangover, fueling your embarrassment further by telling you he didn't want to kiss you because you won't remember it. With a fond smile, Price set the cup on the bedside table.

" Drink your coffee, Sargeant," He smirked: raising a half-lit cigar onto his lips, " Then we can talk."

02| Drinking with the team is always fun, but drinking alone with a certain Scottish Sargeant is bound to get you in trouble. You know how loud and cheerful you get when you're drunk: it's the first tell-tale sign of your self-control checking out of your body to book itself a vacation. Without a filter, you're always nervous that you'll accidentally reveal your true feelings to Soap. It would've stayed a secret if you didn't accidentally lose count of how much scotch you had into the night.

" I love this," You hiccuped, grabbing Soap's shoulder's with both hands, head flat against his chest, " I love being here — hik! I love drinking, I love not dying on missions, I love..."

" You okay, hen?" Soap called out, easing you back on your seat, hands still cradling your shoulders to keep you upright. And you only grinned, eyes on the brink of closing when you lifted a finger to boop his nose.

" ...you. I love you most, Johnny."

With that, your head tipped forward and crashed into his neck, lips brushing his pulse point, causing him to freeze. Once he realized you were fast asleep, he hoisted you up to carry you back to the car, paying for your drinks almost sheepishly ( because he's sure at least three other people heard your confession.)

Once the door was closed, he looked at you sprawled on the passenger seat, softly brushing an index finger against your cheek, " I love you too, silly."

You’re never touching scottish scotch ever again.

03| It's not a secret that despite his determination and never-ending input of opinions during recons, Gaz gets embarrassed very quickly. Outside the field, whenever you go to a bar or have dinners with the team, he's always keeping to himself: quietly sipping his drink and talking to only people within the group. Once, he had to excuse himself from the table when Soap spilled his drink onto the person next to them because he couldn't handle the second-hand embarrassment. It was an interesting quirk of his, and maybe that's why he's currently trying to hide from all the attention as you announce his name into the mic.

" This is for the very, very, very handsome gentleman sitting by table 14, Kyle — I love you ! So this song’s for you, baby !"

He was begging for Price to come to get you from the stage, but the captain ignored him ( it was a small bar in the remote of nowhere after all), chuckling to himself as he knew what was to come. Everyone told you that your crush on Gaz was anything but subtle. It has gotten to the point where Simon himself had to intervene, voicing his frustration — " Just bloody fucking confess to him already and spare everyone from the bullshit."

So you singing your heart out on the stage, somewhat off key and mixing up some of the lyrics, was partly because of the lieutenant. While Gaz is shrinking in his seat and chuckling at how unbelievable you were, everyone could tell he was enjoying himself, admiring how you even gathered a small crowd to sing with you. Gaz had to carry you back into the car, still giggling and whooping in his arms, " How's that for a confession?"

Gaz tried to look angry, but he couldn't hide the laugh that escaped his mouth, " It was good."

You nodded in satisfaction, " Ghost, you sing next !"

" Fuck off."

04| There was this sense of mutual respect between you and Ghost. A kind of ' you watch his back, and he watches yours' bond. While Simon believes that friends aren't part of the rulebook, you're probably the closest he'll ever get to a friend. Considering that you've known him the longest and that even if you were separated multiple times, you always end up being reassigned with each other. Not wanting to ruin the peaceful dynamic, you never got around to confessing what you felt to him. That was until you were caught under a heavy storm, stuck in the middle of nowhere with nothing but a rickety, old safehouse and bottle of tequila to shield you from the rain and cold.

You leaned your head against the wall to stare at the flames, Simon throwing in more wood while you've nearly drunk half of the bottle.

" Don't be a brat. Save some for me."

You gave him a side-eye, raising the glass his way, " You're always so mean to me, Simon."

He stilled, watching you suspiciously as if he couldn't tell if you were truly upset or just drunk, " Never take it to the heart, kid."

You pursed your lips together, the alcohol in your bloodstream causing you to smile, " Can I take you ?"

This time he stopped midway to pull his hand away from the fire. The silence urging you to repeat yourself, " Can I take you to the heart, then? I don't know if that even makes sense but...I'm drunk."

" I can see that."

" I'm drunk and...I love you. You don't have to love me back though, no pressure. I know...it's been hard for you. I just wanted to let it out. That's all."

Even when you're intoxicated, you still try your best to comfort him. Always putting him first, always so selfless, the observation made Simon's eyes drop almost sadly behind the mask. He moved to sit next to you, arm nearly grazing yours.

You both listened to the heap of flames crackle and pop, and a few minutes passed before he turned to you, " I...care about you too."

You let out a laugh, wiping the corners of your eyes to rest your head atop his shoulder, " That's good to know."

That was enough, you thought. You've waited before, and you can wait again. And Simon doesn't pull away.

05| You like to think that crushing on Alejandro is the modern-day equivalent of sending yourself to a death sentence. The colonel always seemed out of reach, untouchable, a faraway dream for you to admire but never live through. You grew frustrated by the day, knowing that the chances of your feelings ever being returned are lower than zero. He was too busy. Too devoted to the city. Too selfless to let himself have a relationship. To make things worse, following her re-appearance, rumors about him and Valeria have circulated the base, haunting you with the worst-case possibility of him being a man still hung up on his war criminal *ex-girlfriend.

You were drowning out your sorrows at a local bar, knowing best to distract yourself with drinks and good company. You were well aware of how chatty you can be when drunk, always the avid storyteller when the alcohol starts to settle. In a few minutes, you have a small group around you, sympathizing with your current predicament. You continued to gush about how much you loved your crush to your new-found friends without noticing that he was behind you the entire time, having come to pick you up after Rodolfo told him you were having a bad day.

" I bet he gets marriage proposals daily! Tias outside his door lined up to match him with their daughters. I can't fucking compete!"

Behind you, Alejandro snorted at the ridiculous statement, shyly scratching the back of his neck and debating where he should stop you or let you continue.

" Oh, life is so fucking painful," You wailed dramatically, earning a chorus of pity and encouragement. You sighed, placing a chin atop your hand, " But I love him. I just wished he feels the same."

" I think you should ask him."

You turned around, briefly wondering why the voice sounded familiar, “Really?"

Alejandro beamed down at you, eyes full of understanding, " Really."

By this point, the crowd had dispersed, busy on their own, parting like ships in the sea. Still too drunk to notice it was him, you scooted closer, " But what if he says no?"

Alejandro played along, dropping his voice to pretend to whisper a secret, " I'm sure he won't, cariño."

The morning after, training got delayed by half an hour because no one in your team could coax you out of your room. ( Price and Simon had to kick the door open. You got toilet duty for a year.)

06 | Rodolfo knew you turn boisterous and loud when you're drunk. He didn't also expect you to suffer from temporary memory loss. You were practically crushing him in your arms, hugging him with your cheek pressed against his.

" I need to tell you a secret, but you cannot tell anyone. Okay?"

Rodolfo nodded dumbly, curious to see where this goes. Nothing could have prepared him for your sudden confession. His neck turned red.

" I think I have a crush on Sargeant Rodolfo Parra. You know the cute second in command? I think I like him a lot. He's always so sweet and so kind to me. Do you know if he happens to have a girlfriend ?"

Realizing that despite the state of intoxication, you were serious with your feelings, Rodolfo decided to play along, " I-I don't think he does."

You gave him a triumphant smirk, patting him on the chest, " That's good intel, soldier."

Rodolfo let out a small laugh, patting your head gently.

" Remember, you're not to tell a single soul. Promise?"

" Promise. Your secret's safe with me, (name)."

" Wait, how do you know my name?"

07| Most days, you feel like choking Graves, but some days, you have to face the fact that you're in love with him. Like an irritating plant by the sidewalk, it's horrifying how quickly he's grown on you. And even after his betrayal, you still find yourself missing him. Not that you'll ever tell anyone.

Once HQ confirmed that he survived the attack and was on the run with his shadow company, you've constantly been checking the radar for his whereabouts, hoping you were discreet enough to lure any suspicion from your teammates. When it comes to Graves, there were a lot of unspoken words inside of you, thoughts and feelings you'll never get to express.

So you decided to drink them away. After your fifth shot, you stared blankly at the empty glasses; situated by the furthest corner of the otherwise lively bar.

" What's a girl like you doing all alone?"

At the voice, your eyes widened. Even drunk, you still recognize the owner. Hell — you could be run over by a tank and you'd still recognize his voice. You raised your head, and there he stood: all smug, and handsome, and alive. As insufferable as it was to see him gloat at you, you started sobbing, happy tears streaming down your face as you pulled him in.

" It's alright now, baby," He chuckled, patting your hair while you babbled incoherently against his shoulder about how much he made you worry. Your tears: staining the crisp, white button-down he wore.

"Did you miss me that much? If I had known, I would've sent you a postcard."

" Just s-shut up and kiss me."

" Yes ma'am."

a/n : order up ! i hope this lived up to your expectations anon <3 thank you for requesting, i had fun writing this, but i am sorry if it ends up being too lengthy for hcs, i tend to get carried away hahaha ! happy holidays and thank you for the sweet compliments 🙈 ( enjoy the meal hehe )

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pells-wife · 8 months

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Shattered hearts and bottles

Zoro x reader

Warnings:angst, angst without comfort, drinking, arguing, established relationship, breakups

I'm so, so, sorry but yall are suffering with me

Inspired by this song:

He knew he should have been softer. Should have listened to you. But it was too late now.

Your argument still stung his heart as it replayed in his head, as if the first time hadn't been painful enough.

He clenched his fists tight. Slamming his left hand into the wall leaving a huge dent.

It hurt more knowing you would stay with sanji out of spite.

He could hear you both know. He knew you wouldn't cheat you weren't like that.

Why did he have to get so mad?

He lifted the bottle back up to his lips taking a lengthy glug.

He moved his legs slightly the countless empty glass bottles clinking together.

It took a lot to get zoro drunk and right now he was cursing that fact.

He wished the alcohol would wash away the image of your hurt angry face.

Wished the alcohol could take away the fact that he was the reason for that expression.

You and sanji had just been cooking, and he had to get all protective over you, well fuck him.

"What do I do now ive added the chicken?" You'd fretted.

"Calm down love, just add the stock and stir it."

"Oh ok."

"Whats this?" He'd asked.

"Oh sanji was just teaching me to cook?" You'd replied innocently.

"Oh he was?"

"I'm sorry is there an issue?"

"Why didn't you tell me about this?" He'd felt the rage stur in his stomach.

"What?"

"You know what just keep flirting with shitty brows."

"Flirting? No zoro we were just cooking."

"Oh so that's what you call this?"

"Yes because that's what it is," you'd stiffened going on the defensive. "Do you think I'm lying?"

"Yes."

"Why? What have I ever done to make me unloyal in your eyes?"

"I-"

"No I don't wanna hear it. Why are you so... frustrating?"

"Me? Woman have you met yourself?"

"Yes I have but I've also sadly met you, and with how your acting right now I wish I never had!"

"How am I acting then?"

"Like an incompetent child denied a toy,"

"At least I'm not flirting with some third rate cook."

"Neither am I!"

He had scoffed, causing you to place your hands on your hips eyebrows high.

"If you have something to say say it!" You spat.

"Why bother, your obviously to bussy with him, you know what why dont you just fuck him while your at it."

"Zoro!" Sanji warned.

"And you, stay away from her, the only thing your good for is food, fucking remember it."

"Zoro leave sanji out of this."

"I'd love to but your the one you fucked him into this!"

"Omg do you even have a brain in there, or is it just as empty as your heart!"

"At least I have a heart, bitch!" He'd regretted that instantly. But that hadn't stopped him. "Why are you even here you can't fight, you can't think and you most certainly can't fuck!"

"Me? Zoro you can barely take two steps without getting lost! All you do is sleep, to be honest all you do is take up space!"

"And your just a whore!" He spat.

"I can't believe I fell in love with you," you'd said in disgust.

"You love me?"

"NO! NO I DONT! NOT ANYMORE!" Her face stained with tears.

"You don't mean that?"

"Try me!"

"Whos acting like a child now!"

"Leave us alone zoro."

"No I'm not leaving you alone with him," he had pointed to sanji.

"I SAID GET THE FUCK OUT!" then she'd thrown the wine bottle.

The shards of glass didn't hurt half as much as her words.

His heart hurt.

You'd confessed your love in that argument.

But had zoro ruined things?

That moment wasn't what he expected he'd never considered being in love with you but now, after that he realised he did.

He was madly inlove with you and he worried that now you'd realised you didn't love him afterall.

He felt suffocated, he had been rendered blind to all but his thoughts and the bottle in his hand.

His tears run free down his cheeks and trickling down the glass of the bottle.

His eyes stung slightly.

Oh how he wished you were here to hold. Here on his lap nesting into his chest as he burrowed his face in your hair.

He instinctively wrapped his arms tighter but finding nothing but himself.

He sobbed into his elbow. Tucking his knees up higher.

In his head he could hear you voice asking if he was ok. He lifted his head throwing it back against the wall his hand clutching at his shirt over his heart.

"DAMN YOU!" He cried out his tears coming thick and fast. His head throbbed but not nearly as much as his heart.

He didn't doubt everyone on the ship had heard his scream but it didn't even compare to the screaming of his heart.

He stood quickly, lobbing the still half full bottle at the wall. The throw caught him off balance and he stumbled forwards causing him to fall to his knees.

His knees stung as the bottles shattered under his weight.

No one had come to check on him, he could hear them comforting you. More proof he was in the wrong.

His strong fist thudded against the floor inpailing glass into it.

"FUCK!" He sobbed.

His head spun at his own voice, he seemed to have skipped the drunk stage and gone straight into hangover.

Grabbing another full bottle he sat back on his knees and downed that one too.

If you were here you would rub his back and scold him for drinking so much.

But you weren't and every breath he took was a sick reminder.

He needed comfort too. But he didn't deserve it. Rolling onto his back his threw his arm over his eyes sheltering his gaze from the throbbing lights. Or maybe it was his head that was throbbing.

If he could take it back he would.

You deserved better than him. Maybe Sanji could treat you better.

Sanji? What the fuck was he thinking?

He swigged his booze again.

Had he lost you forever now? You'd argued before but this felt more real. He'd never made you yell before let alone cry.

What if you really didn't want him?

He couldn't stand this, this unknowing, this turmoil.

So ignoring his pounding head, he stood leaving the bottle he stumbled through the door, down hallways until he was in the kitchen.

You were sitting on the table crying into sanjis shoulder and nami rubbed you back.

"Hey, um," he rubbed the back of his neck, not quite able to slurr out your name.

"You!" Nami seethed.

"Can I talk to her alone," he slurred slightly.

"Zoro your completely intoxicated, I don't think you want to talk to her now," sanji offered.

"I do," his gaze slipped to the floor.

You just sat there head on sanjis shoulder, listening.

"Ok but we're staying!" Nami glared at him.

He just nodded.

Sanji and nami took a couple of steps away and zoro strode over to you. Standing just a baby step away from you.

"Uum, I just- I'm sorry," he spluttered, the other two exchanged a shocked look. "I over reacted and, i shouldn't have said, any, of those things, I was just mad but not at you, at me. I guess-"

He looked away gritting his teeth fists clenched.

"I guess it made me realise I love you too!" He finished looking to you with bated breath.

You both stayed like that for what felt like hours but was probably only a few seconds.

"Zoro," you said softly, tilted your head up to his. He saw your face, scarily absent of tears. "I'm sorry but, I meant what I said."

Cold fear gripped his heart and twisted his gut.

His heart thudding in his ears as cold sweat covered him.

"I don't love you anymore," you smiled gently.

His head spun this time for a completely different reason.

"I've decided to leave, there's an island pretty close by, I'm going to stay there."

His own tears threatened to fall.

He could see himself reflected in your gorgeous eyes. The same eyes that had once looked to him with such love, now completely void of emotion.

"Oh, ok!" His voice shook as his lip wobbled. "I understand!" He wiped his eyes quickly exiting the room.

The door clicked shut behind him and he collapsed against it not bothering to hide his sobs as they echoed across the whole ship.

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writingquestionsanswered · 7 months

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Hello! Do you have any advice on how to deal with the fear of bad-faith readers? Thanks to spending too much time online during Covid, my confidence took a huge hit, and now I’m quite worried about random online users discovering my writing and complaining that my writing is not good enough, not diverse enough, not social justicey enough, etc. It’s often made me hesitate a lot during my writing recently, so any advice to deal with this would be much appreciated. Thank you!

Fear of Negative Feedback/Reviews

Three things to keep in mind here:

#1 Reviews and comments aren't feedback. Unless you post your story to a place dedicated to writer feedback or where you're specifically asking for feedback, any commentary or review you receive is not there to educate you. It's either there as thanks and/or flattery, or it's there to let other readers know what to expect. On sites like AO3, for example, unless you specifically ask for concrit, you will probably only get neutral or positive commentary which isn't feedback. If you get negative comments, just ignore them if you didn't ask for them.

#2 Reviews are for readers. Let me say that again...

Reviews are for readers to let other readers know what they liked and didn't like about a book. They are not there for the author's harm or benefit. They're not there to educate the author. They're there for other readers, full stop.

Write the best story you can write, and if you can, utilize feedback tools meant for writers (alpha readers, writing groups, critique partners, sensitivity readers, beta readers, editors...) to ensure your story is everything you want it to be.

If your alpha readers, writing groups, critique partner/s, sensitivity readers, beta readers, or editors have concerns about representation in your story, those are the issues you need to address.

Once your story is out in the world, let it go, especially if negative reviews hurt your confidence and mental health. If you inadvertently do something terrible that blows up, listen, apologize, and take steps to do better next time. That's it.

#3 Everyone isn't going to love your story. All writers get bad reviews. If you expect to receive only glowing praise on every story, you're setting yourself up for disappointment.

Don Quixote by Miguel de Cervantes is a beloved classic that has sold an estimated 500 million copies worldwide since it was first published in 1605. Among the reviews on Amazon: "repetitive and frustrating," "book is trash, don't know why it's a classic," "I absolutely hated this book," "silly, lengthy, display of low humor."

A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens is another beloved classic, and it has sold an estimated 200 million copies worldwide since publication in 1859. Among the reviews on Amazon: "boring as heck," "incomprehensible jibberish," "has significant flaws," "great if you want a nice nap," "way too slow and boring."

The Hobbit by J.R.R. Tolkien is a classic that is still very popular and beloved today, and has sold an estimated 100 million copies since its publication in 1937. Among the reviews on Amazon: "very slow paced and confusing," "I found it mind-numbingly dull," "the worst piece of writing ever," "zoned out because I was bored."

The Da Vinci Code by Dan Brown is a hugely popular contemporary book that has sold an estimated 80-million copies worldwide since its publication in 2003. Among the reviews on Amazon: "One of the worst, if not THE worst book I've read, ever," "much ado about not much," "couldn't overlook the shallow characters, boring car chases, and general lack of quality," "unnecessary ramblings about scenery," "horribly written, full of cliches."

All stories have people who don't like them. Period.

It's something we have to accept as writers.

As long as we're doing our best to put the best possible stories out there, and as long as we listen and learn when legitimate concerns are brought to our doorstep, we're doing all we can.

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xelilow04 · 8 months

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NOTE: I have so much to say about the Poetry Gala Event because I enjoyed it so much. It's going to be lengthy but feel free to read me rambling haha.

I don't mean to be dramatic but... Chongyun enthusiasts, WE WON! I'm so happy that he was able to show up so much in this event! Like he actually got lines and so much screentime!! I know he always appears in Lantern Rite, but this just hits different. Did you see how fast he was talking and the way he did his little jump after having those chili peppers? XD Also the way he was giving Xingqiu some sass at the at the end of the story? Show him, Chongyun!

And I never thought I would be able to see two of my favorite characters in the same frame! This is going to keep me fed until the next Lantern Rite haha.

On a similar note, this event was just as good as last year's goofy Lantern Rite! I will never stop talking about how much I love it when characters from different nations are able to meet each other, like the whole Xingqiu/Mika/Noelle interaction was really sweet! (But the way Xingqiu told them to just not get caught when sneaking away from home XD He's such a bad influence haha)

AND THIS. The way Zhongli and Venti were looking at the children, it really solidifies the fact they they're retired. Don't mind me crying over here 🥺

I didn't expect the event to dive a bit into Diona's lore, so that was really cool!! Also really glad that learning about Oceanids and their power kind of helped Chongyun come to terms with his yang energy. (I shall now wait patiently for some lore drop on Chongyun.)

The whole story was just so nice. And the MUSIC for Callirhoe's story was the final cherry on top 👌

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aprilblossomgirl · 6 days

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We Are - a mid-term break.

(written just right before episode 9)

We Are, to me, is such a nice depiction of a university slice-of-life romcoms that actually live up to the very core of university life, a quite fluffy one, but still. Sixteen episodes? That's a sixteen-week semester for you. Well, to be precise, fourteen weeks courses, one week of midterm, and one week of finals. I'm sure the actual episodes didn't really go by the actual semester weeks (episode 7 shown that they were just transitioned into a new semester, but still on the same academic year). Anyway. You get the concept.

Note: If this show is not up to your alley, please just scroll through, I'm not putting this under a 'read more' :)

The first thing that I love is that the show took its portrayal of university life pretty seriously. Note that, I mean seriously by heart. You may want to question the accuracy of some elements and that's fair enough, but may I say they didn't deter my enjoyment of the show. Any elements they thought of adding, they did it right, so far at least.

Like, I know it's the right slice-of-life drama with university setting with all those assignments, deadlines (with actual deadline talks and stress), pin-up sessions (if you went to art/architecture school, you'll get it), grading, consulting with the professors, painting studio, clay workshop, architecture model making, art exhibition setup, group works, volunteer camp, cross-faculty activity, football, drinking nights, group lunch or lunch date at faculty's canteen, 'hanging out' on campus or nearby cafe or bar, and some more other things that I might miss.

Second: I really ADORE the friend groups and their friendship dynamics!!! I feel like this is the actual heart and soul of the show. Sure, honestly, I might have decided to start this show mostly because of Winny Satang (well, you know me), yet here I am, falling in love with the whole gang and by extension, the whole cast. It really surprised me how well they worked with the friendship side of this show. Everything just falls and blends naturally with the story. Understandably, with such big cast with numbers of main, side and supporting characters, I should expect there would be some proportion on their highlight. But (and I hope I am not too biased here) so far, I can say that the highlights are still within the range of proportional to the story.

And... I guess this is attributed to the line of actors, which you cannot say they're new to the field, that the chemistry among the characters just happened so organically, which is such a pleasant to see. I'm still amazed that I could see the Peem-Q-Tan-Chain-Pun's group (with special bond between Q-Peem) happens alongside Phum-Beer-Mick-Tan's group. (Bless you Tan for bridging the two. And later, Pun-Mick instant bonding.) And then insert Toey-Matt duo, and now we have a complete chaotic mix. Oh, but also remember we have Tan-Fang-Phum, Phum-Peem-Toey, and Q-Peem-Fai among them. Well, not all are exactly friendship links, but, talking about groups dynamics, we just cannot ignore the trios. Okay now, don't make me write my (love) notes for each individual character.

And finally: the love lines! I cannot and do not plan to write a lengthy description on how I love having all the four (going five?) different pairs. But I will just say I adore how each of their love lines intertwined very well with the friendship dynamics that happened along the way. The story of each pairs doesn't feel forced blending with how each group, to which they are bonded with, creates their stories. The friendship and the romance here are not two sides of the same coin, but rather are two layers of pictures, each with certain opacity that allows them to overlay perfectly creating a whole new complete picture. Not that anything others haven't said but I just need to say it in my own way, nonetheless.

That said, in short: long live slice-of-life romcoms!

We Are, by this mid-term, is truly a work of hearts (I still wanna cry if I think about the refilming part) and I cannot wait for the finals (please don't come too fast, though). As much as I need the show to finish strong, I need it more to finish warmly.

Second half of the show, I am ready! <3 <3 <3

*Note: Taking the academic terms more seriously, I knew by both logic and heart the second half of the 'semester' could either go better or go wrong and in no way I could predict which will happen but I do wish with my whole heart for the first. However, regardless of how it eventually goes, it won't erase the wonderful first half that I've had this far.

#we are #we are series #we are the series #april.words #my drama journal #when was it my last drama journal entry #we are surely had awaken me up #long post #(and not sorry)

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Thinking about what a sweet, kind, silly and gentle hearted person Poe is until you piss him off and once that switch is flipped, he's a force to be reckoned with

Oh, did you mean? my most favorite? facet? of his character? that makes me lose my marbles? and also happens to be maybe my favorite character trope of all time? that? Okay I hope you were expecting an infodump because what-ho! that's what's happening, I have come prepared and with receipts, let's fucking go on how Poe Dameron is a goddamned force of nature and how the galaxy should be really fucking thankful his loyalty is first and foremost to the Resistance and to the Light, because if it wasn't...well, I'd dread to think, but it wouldn't be good for anyone else.

The fun thing for me, is that it has always been a part of Poe's character, right from The Force Awakens -- it's subtle, but it's there, hidden between the sassy quips in the face in danger and the professionality of Commander Dameron; little fleeting moments that tell you that Poe Dameron is not someone to be trifled with at all, including one of his very first scenes:

I'm 90% certain that Poe's gaze actually lands first on Tekka's body here, before lifting it up to glare at Ren - and that's more than just a defiant glare, that's a look of loathing. Which fits, considering that I do believe the Force Awakens novelization confirms that Poe rushes in without thinking, and acts on sheer anger/rage when he goes to shoot Ren after Ren kills Tekka.

(More lengthy thoughts under the cut, I was not kidding, I saved a dozen images for this).

And that look is far from the only moment in TFA that clearly goes "oh. yeah, Poe can be scary when he wants to be", there's this frankly delightful moment during the trench run when Poe sees a fellow pilot perish while covering him:

and then moments later, when Poe flies into the heart of Starkiller to destroy the oscillator, we get this shot:

that's far more than just determination/focus, he's angry. and he has every goddamned right to be - he was just held captive and tortured for (??) days, and this monstrosity just destroyed an entire fucking planetary system, and the very Republic that Poe has spent his entire adult life believing the inherent values of, that he thought could genuinely improve. Never mind the detail that Poe probably likely spent time on the Hosnian System, if he didn't live there temporarily during his time in the Defense Fleet.

But these shots makes it clear where the comic gets the idea from that the First Order might, y'know, actually be. A little bit terrified of Poe Dameron:

He's a serious threat, and ruthless when it comes to the First Order. People joke a lot about Poe being reckless, but I don't see a lot of recognition for the fact that he can be ruthless - he sees point b and dives straight at it, and he's absolutely relentless in his determination to take the First Order down.

The quickest possible way to enrage Poe is inaction or injustice. We see this clearly in the Last Jedi, when he believes Holdo is essentially leading them to their deaths and has thrown the Resistance away:

but we also see it as far back as Before the Awakening by Greg Rucka:

This conversation carries on for a page or so more, I think, with Poe arguing against the New Republic's decision to not act or investigate further (it's also what prompts him into going rogue to investigate on his own, which leads Leia into recruiting him for the Resistance).

And we've even seen it in material as recent as Free Fall, which means this is a character trait Poe has had his entire life:

(these do not paint my girl in a great light but like she's fucked up okay!! and being groomed into taking her mother's place it's fine, it's fine, she's my fucked up little blorbo)

anyway. so this is Poe when he's, probably about 16? 16 going on 17 here, and this is probably the angriest he's ever been considering how shocked he is about the chill in his own voice (which if you were ever curious why I say Poe's anger runs cold, it's because of this scene right here). He's so enraged by the injustice being carried out by Sotin, that he's genuinely - for the first time in the book - considering actually killing someone. And he gets into a screaming match about what the right decision is with Zorii.

(he also gets to punch Sotin later, by the way, if you even care. It's glorious. I love my favorite character who decides murder is okay if said murder is in question a guy who deals in the slave trade)

But also.

My favorite instance of this, ever, which rewrote my fucking goddamned brainchemistry in 2017 when I read it and made me have to step away from my computer and honest to god pace the length of my house to walk it off, is his confrontation with Terex in issue #13 of the Poe comics.

Because you know what?

This entire fucking exchange is personal, and almost/pretty much outright vindictive? Like at this point, Poe has solidly won this round - Terex has finally been defeated, and all Poe has to do is hand him over to the First Order. He knows, in doing so, Terex will likely be killed, and after who knows how long of Terex's bullshit meaning Poe couldn't trust his squadron, and the fact that L'ulo just died - well, Poe's not real broken up about it, which is fun in itself.

But then he asks Malarus if he can have a moment with Terex before he hands him over and Poe....uses that moment to gloat.

And y'all know me i don't use words like that for Poe but like. he kind of does? he asks a moment alone with terex specifically so that he can taunt Terex that he won, that Terex didn't beat him, and that in trying to take Poe down, Terex cost himself everything (a fact Poe happily rubs in his face), and even adds that "and when I give you to the First Order, I bet they'll take the rest."

So like. Yeah.

Poe knew full well they'd likely kill him, and spends the next few issues full heartedly believing that Terex was dead. And he taunts Terex with it here in this moment. It is TRULY glorious and honestly had 17 year old me's little head spinning because it was such a subversion of what I thought Poe would do -- but he did! He didn't try to figure out a way to spare Terex's life, and he used his final moments with Terex to make sure Terex knew that Poe was fully aware of what the choice he was making meant.

It's fucking DELICIOUS.

And I also love this panel from earlier into the issue:

Because again, it's a great illustration of how Poe can come off cold because of the art choices Phil Noto made here: look at the jacket. It's zipped up all the way to Poe's neck (a rarity for Poe), and just generally gives him this very closed off, cold appearance because he's at his wit's end in this issue, and he is angry about the circumstances Terex has forced him into.

So...yeah. Poe Dameron is a sweet, compassionate, silly guy who makes the worst fucking puns you've ever heard this side of the galaxy. He loves his droid, wears his mother's wedding ring with the intent to give it to the right partner someday, and loves all of his friends full heartedly and is generally the most tactile, affectionate person you will ever meet. He's pretty much everyone's best friend, because he has that kind of charisma and ability to make anyone feel like they're the most important person in the galaxy.

But Poe Dameron is also the man that the First Order seems genuinely intimidated/afraid of. He's the man that destroyed Starkiller base, and toppled the most powerful crime syndicate in the galaxy when he was just 17 years old. He is not someone you ever, ever want to piss off, because for all his warmth and love, Poe has an anger that runs cold, and when he hates something - it's just like when he loves something, he doesn't go half-way.

General Organa isn't the only Resistance general that can be absolutely terrifying in her own right as much as she can be gentle and loving. It's just that Leia's the only one anyone ever notices, because...well, Poe's silly and funny and usually kind of easy going.

And the fact that people underestimate him is what makes him that much more dangerous.

#userorb #ask box #my meta #poe dameron #listen. listen. he's SWEET and he's charming but also ongod the first order is /afraid/ of him and can you REALLY blame them #the best fucking trope in the world is the silly goofy soft characters that also can make that switch #to like. stealing from doctor who now. to going full oncoming storm #it's WONDERFUl #i love it so much we need more instances with this trope #flashing gif #death mention cw

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Does the Moonlight Shine On Paris? (viii) | Finale

Idol!Yoon Jeonghan x Idol!f!Reader

1k words ; cw : none I m.list tags: friends to lovers; fluff; minor angst; idol au; elements of slowburn; second male lead scoups;

Yoon Jeonghan realizes a few things about you after sharing a drink with you in Paris.

It was around 2:00 AM when you finished practicing the choreography for your upcoming comeback. Your schedule is about to get even more hectic since the preparations for it have just begun. Usually, you'd be home earlier than this but you really wanted to get the choreo down. The other dancers have already left before you and you insisted on staying. Hence, the reason why you were alone in the studio now.

Suddenly, your phone started to ringing while you were getting ready to leave. ‘Who would call me at 2 in the morning?’ You thought to yourself.

Joy immediately replaced your confusion and your eyes lit up when you saw the caller's name on the screen. But, you wondered why Jeonghan was calling because he would usually text first before anything else to make sure you were available.

“Hey! What's up? Why are you still awake?” You answered gleefully.

“…”

You raised your eyebrow at the silence that was coming from the other side of the line. Thinking maybe he must've accidentally dialed your number.

Eager to get some sort of response from him you asked, "Uh, Hannie. Are you there?"

"Mhm..." He finally answered.

"Phew. I thought you got kidnapped or something. What's going on?" You laughed.

Your ears were once again met with silence before he answered. "Nothing… I just wanted to hear your voice. I love your laugh, by the way. Wish I could hear it in person right now." His voice sounded groggy and some words sounded slurred. From the sound of it, you guessed that he was probably drinking.

"Did you drink?" You inquired.

He replied slowly with noticeable pauses in his phrases, as if thinking carefully about what he was going to say, "Yeah... A little bit... With Seungcheol. He found out about us… But it's all good… I'll explain to you tomorrow when I'm feeling sober.”

You gulped, worrying about how the whole situation turned out. "So, you guys didn’t fight or anything?"

"Heh... we didn’t so don’t worry. I can take you out on all the dates that I can now." He smiled then took a deep breath before he continued.

"Y/N... I'll never make you cry or feel neglected or pushed aside. If you ever feel unsure of what we have, I'll give you all the assurance you need. Heck, l'd even run to you right now if it was the fastest way to get to you. All you have to do is ask, my princess."

All of a sudden he sounded sober. It was like his thoughts were laid bare in front of you. You were a firm believer that drunk words are sober thoughts. And here he was saying all of his heart’s contents out loud. He did tell you that he liked you after your little movie date but this is more than you expected from him. It made you feel warm and fuzzy, similar to the feeling you felt when you first kissed him

"I'm sorry, Y/N. I didn't mean to let it all out... But I just wanted you to know how I feel about you." He continued.

"Thank you, Hannie. I… appreciate it and I really like you. You know that, right?" You bit your lip anticipating his response. You couldn’t come up with more words because of how your mind went blank over the affection you were receiving but God knows, if you could just give him a big warm hug right now, you most definitely would.

“Ahh… I like you too. A lot. I just want you to know that I’m ready to take the risk with you. Anywhere. Anytime.”

‘God. I must like Jeonghan more than I thought.’ You tried to cover your face with your hand that was unoccupied by the phone. The blood was now rushing to your face and all the way to your ears. And you were sure that if anyone was in the room right now, you’d never hear the end of it.

Your conversation was lengthy but filled with endearment. His drunk ramblings would stay in your mind for the days on end and whether he would remember it all tomorrow or not was not an issue to you as his drunk thoughts would now become the secrets that you would keep close to your heart.

—

3 months later

“Hannie!”

You open the door for your boyfriend. It’s been three months since you and Jeonghan started dating and you’ve never been happier. Tonight, you were having dinner together with the meal that you cooked for the both of you.

“I missed you so much.” He wrapped his arms around your waist while you gave him a hug above the shoulders. You gave each other the tightest squeeze you could.

He gave you a peck on the lips, still not letting go. “I missed you, too.” You answered.

You had just finished your promotions and it was his idea to celebrate it at your apartment so that you could rest a bit yet spend time together.

“Come on, the food’s gonna get cold.” The hug was broken off and you grabbed his hand instead to lead him to the dining table. He fixed the chair for you to sit on before getting to the seat in front of you.

In the time you’ve been dating, Jeonghan has been nothing but a gentleman to you. You’ve seen sides to him that you wouldn’t have seen if it weren’t for your girlfriend privileges. Yes, he would tease you sometimes but it was nothing you couldn’t handle. But mind you, you had a couple of incidents you could tease him on as well. Like how it turned out that he was crushing on you for years or how he would drunk call you and be all mushy. Although Jeonghan would never be ashamed about how he loves you, he would sometimes cringe at the things he would say, thinking it was so out-of-character of him to say those things. But nonetheless, you were the only one that could bring that side of him out.

After shortly rummaging through his bag beside him, he pulled out a long box. “Here it is. I think it would go wonderful with the steak tonight.”

“Oh my…” You looked at the familiar packaging in your boyfriend’s hand. “Is that what I think it is?”

“Yep. It’s the same brand of wine we had in Paris. I bought it when Dino and I went back to Paris for a schedule.” He smiled at you before handing you the wine bottle.

Memories of that night flooded you as you remembered how you and Jeonghan shared your thoughts with each other. “This is kinda making me feel emotional for some reason.” The rush of emotions was evident in your tone.

Jeonghan sat in front of you again after getting the cork screw from your kitchen drawer. At this point, he has been in your house multiple times to the point where he now knows where everything is. It was his second home after all.

“Say… If we didn’t share a bottle of wine that night would we be here right now?” You wondered while still staring at it in your hands.

“I’m not quite sure about that myself. But I am sure about one thing.” He took your hand.

“What is that?”

He then kissed your hand and said, “I would’ve still found a way to be with you, regardless.”

You smiled at him and put the bottle down, putting all your focus on him. “Oh, Hannie. I love you so so much.”

“I love you too, my princess.”

The moment made you realize how thankful you were that you shared some wine with him that night. Oh, how glad it made you feel that you went out of your hotel room that night instead of watching some random series on Netflix to fight your jet lag. If it weren’t for that, you wouldn’t have realized how amazing it was to love and be loved by the man in front of you.

‘Please, may he be the last man I’ll ever love.’ You thought to yourself as you casually thank Paris for the magic it brought to the two of you.

-END-

author’s note: thank you so so much for everybody’s support! this series has officially come to an end! (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀) i initially had it planned as a oneshot due to the chokehold that PFW jeonghan had on me but i’m glad that it was able to make it to 8 chapters. i’m planning to post an athlete!seungcheol oneshot soon so i can at least use my 2+ years of training in jiu-jitsu. lmao.

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🤠🙌🤝🐓Post-Mission Fic Recs🐓🤝🙌🤠

Check the Top Gun Masterlist post for the latest updated version. 💕

Ao3 Authors: AncientAviators, Andrealyn, Aphroditedany, BeautifulCreature, BeccaAnne814, Bubbles_1801, Callsign_striker, Collieflower, Crueltether, Cryinginthebronco, Dalearden, DraconisWing24441, GreenB3ans, Greenstuff, Happytree, Hey_its_me88, Hockeyandfootballismyish, HopeaLumi, Hypnagogicpunisher, Iridescent, MadeItUp, Magdarko, MayWilder, Milestaller, Noona96n, Ok_thanks, Ravens_Words, SamHeartfilia, Tasteofoxidation, Thatsquirrelfromiceage, Theinsouciantknitter, UnicornFlowers, Vannral, Whoreothins, Winterbitch, Xo_em.

*Post-Mission==>From the moment they land on the carrier up to many years after The Mission.

sugar (i've got a taste for you) by tasteofoxidation {E}

“You’re a dog, Bradshaw.” “Bradshaw hyphen Seresin, actually.” Or Jake and Bradley are on their honeymoon and Bradley has a better use for his mouth than their old toxic banter.

Too Hot to Handle by callsign_striker {E}

Bradley isn't convinced about his latest posting to NAS Key West, Florida. But everything happens for a reason - even, it seems, when the air conditioner breaks.

The Tiniest Problem by BeautifulCreature {G}

Bradley has an allergic reaction to his and Jake's new puppy.

wreck my plans (that's my man) by Ravens_Words {T}

Fake dating turns into a fake engagement, which then snowballs into a fake (almost) wedding.

going back to the corner where i first saw you by iridescent {M}

Bradley’s just about resolved to finally call it a day when the power goes out. They’re plunged into immediate, opaque darkness. There’s a lengthy pause. Bradley’s pulse slowly creeps upward as the seconds tick by, an anxious tension coiling in his gut. It truly is pitch-black; he can’t even see the outline of his hand a few inches from his face. “Christ.” Jake’s voice cuts sharply through the stale air, breezy and amused. “And here I was assuming the millions in funding included routine generator maintenance.”

Feels Like Home by MayWilder

a window breaks down a long dark street {M}

“I’m gonna go inside,” Jake murmurs against his lips, despite how they’re flush against one another and he isn’t pulling away. “I am.” He bites at Bradley’s lower lip, prompting the other man to tighten his grip on his hips. “Remind me again why?” “Cause we’re taking it slow and proper,” Jake reminds him. He lets his hands fall down the slope of Bradley’s shoulders and squeezes his biceps. “Dates. Holding hands. Maybe even a date where we hold hands.” Bradley chuckles and ducks his face down into Jake’s neck. “Right. Romance.” *** alternatively titled: Four Times Jake Romances Bradley + 1 Time Bradley Romances Him Back

something to be sheltered {T}

“My wife has asked that you join us for dinner tomorrow night,” Beau says carefully. “Your wife, sir?” Jake’s brow furrows. “Why would she like to meet me?” “She thinks its important that my mentee sees a healthy work-life balance.” “I’m your mentee?” Jake teases, smirking lightly. “And you talk about me enough that your wife wants to meet me?” “You can continue to be a pain in my ass,” Beau sighs, looking up at the ceiling. “Or, you can take the offer of a free dinner with a beautiful and intellectually stimulating woman.” “Oh, I definitely want to see this side of Cyclone,” Jake grins. “Domesticated.” “You’re bordering on impertinence.” “Me? Never.” “Let’s go back to when you respected me and my position.” Jake appears to settle down, but only slightly. He clears his throat and squares his shoulders. “I’d be honored to attend dinner with your family, Admiral. Just tell me a date and time.” *** or, Beau Simpson didn't mean to adopt a fully grown naval aviator, but, you know; shit happens.

all the love i didn't get to tell her {T}

Her birthday was always the worst. The anniversary of her death was manageable. It had been a day that Bradley was anticipating with dread, but it had been expected. Watching her finally close her eyes and take her last breath had come with an ugly mix of emotions. Pain, at never hearing her voice again. Relief, that she was no longer in pain. Selfish relief, that he was released from the burden of watching her deteriorate. Guilt, at the relief. And all together, it was Bradley’s grief. That terrible grief that had him clutching her lifeless hand, hours after it began to stiffen and Hospice hadn’t arrived, and - oh god, his mother was dead. Carole Bradshaw would never again make whole the lives of those around her. All of the horrible people in the world, and the beautiful shining light that was Carole Bradshaw, was out.

High Flight by GreenB3ans {T}

About post-mission life, focusing on the “found family” aspect of “Top Gun.”

hangster slice o' life by whoreothins

close shave {T}

He imagines grasping Bradley’s chin, tilting his head just so as the razor rasps down his neck, and - yep, he could kiss Mav right now. Jake looks up, waggling his eyebrows and holding up the razor. “You mentioned a shave, sweetheart?” he drawls. Bradley is a bit unkempt for Mav’s wedding. Jake helps.

Chicken soup {G}

Well, let’s see,” Bradley says dryly, ticking the items off with his fingers as he goes, “you developed viral pneumonia from God knows where - probably one of our students - and had a fever of 104 degrees, which is the critical threshold for medical attention, you vomited all over our living room, and you were delirious, so I rushed you to the ER.” turns out Rooster is a mother hen, after all.

hangster 'verse by milestaller {E}

like, what up, I got a big cock

“Wait. Why is your callsign Rooster, anyway?” Phoenix snorts beer up her nose. or, what happens when Hangman doesn't know how to quit when he's ahead.

imagine being loved by me

This is… it’s fucking nice, is what it is. It feels easy in a way that Jake never would have expected it to. It’s gotta be because they’re going back to their normal lives tomorrow, no pressure of having to see each other every day to make it awkward. A decent amount of mutual attraction helps, too. The morning after, and beyond.

Favorite Poison by AncientAviators {M}

Reprieve (Can You Ever Forgive Me?)

“Exactly. If you wanna—” Maverick waves his hand, shaking his head— “I dunno, go start up a ranch somewhere, then do it. If you wanna go back to school, then go back to school, start a family, don’t start a family, get married or never settle down. Follow your dreams. Figure out if you even have any other dreams. Don’t…” He pauses, voice quieting, going soft and sincere, and Bradley’s chest aches a bit. “I don’t want you to ever limit yourself just because you feel like you owe it to your dad, Bradley.” A brief moment of silence. He knows he probably shouldn't ask, he might not be able to handle the answer. “Is that why you stuck around?” “Because of my dad, or because I felt like I owed it to yours?” Maverick asks, eyes coming back up, a small, sad smile on his lips. He holds Bradley’s gaze, the fire flickering on his face, the shadows dancing and disappearing before coming back in rapid succession. Or: Post-Mission healing, Jake and Bradley have history, and Bradley's trying to figure out his life.

The Hand That Feeds

He kind-of wants to be, honestly. He really wants to be. He thinks he could spend the rest of his life with Bradley, doing just this. Coming home to each other, having dinner together, falling asleep in the same bed. Maybe it’s the few sips of wine he had or he’s just losing his mind, but he can almost imagine himself giving up flying for Bradley, if it meant more time with him. They got lucky, being kept as a squadron. Jake needs to thank Iceman, Maverick, and Cyclone. He’ll have to send gift baskets.

what time is it where you are (i miss you more than anything) by cryinginthebronco {G}

Sipping on his coffee, Jake unlocks his phone and smiles to himself when he’s greeted by a stream of new messages. There are a few from his sisters and Javy, but he gets those out of the way with short replies. The thread he leaves for last is filled with short messages, photos, and a couple of videos, and Jake has to bite his lip to keep himself from smiling like an idiot. It takes him a couple of sweeps to get to the first unread message that makes warmth spread in his chest as he reads it. or jake and bradley trying to navigate a long-distance relationship

You've Got Me Hypnotized by theinsouciantknitter {E}

Jake has a problem. A six foot one, hundred and eighty pound, absolutely fucking stacked problem. It’s got auburn curls, rugged scars, honey brown eyes. It’s the kind of problem that makes him want to slam his head into a wall and then maybe mope over a Jane Austen novel. The problem haunts both his dreams and his waking hours. The problem also hates him, which is just the icing on the cake because the problem is Bradley Bradshaw, and Jake is in love with him.

Slow Down by UnicornFlowers {G}

“So he summons all his charm and from the depths of his chest manages to gather the words, “Are you getting tired of me?” Those…those weren’t the words he gathered. So why did they come out?” Or: Jake deserves endless love.

Shake it off by Happytree {E}

“This is the bit that’s going to piss you off,” Jake warned, “so think of tonight as an apology and a final hurrah okay Roo.” “What the hell did Mav dare you?” Jake took a deep breath as he looked him in the eyes, “No sex for two weeks.” “That asshole!”

Your Voice Can Take Me There by greenstuff {E}

“I’m not that drunk,” Bradley protests. Jake stops pushing him and falls in step at his side instead. Bradley immediately misses the warm pressure against his back. “So you don’t want to go back to your place?” Jake asks in an undertone.

got me like nobody by magdarko {G}

The Daggers organize a reunion six months after the mission. So, of course, they play strip poker.

The Highs and Lows of Having a Naval Aviator as Your Omega by hockeyandfootballismyish {T}

Bradley wasn’t quite sure when he started to refer to Hangman- no Jake as his omega. It may have been sometime after the Mission when his omega saved his life and simultaneously gaining his second kill to cement his title as one of the best currently or maybe it was when they hooked up for the first time and Bradley couldn’t help but stare in absolute awe at the man riding his knot and taking his pleasure as he pleased.

A Life With Blondes by Aphroditedany {T}

Two years after the events of Top Gun : Maverick and an ugly accident involving Jake, Bradley and Maverick, the Dagger Squad members discover an interesting fact about Jake's personal life.

it simply is by hypnagogicpunisher {M}

It starts simply. The other Daggers joke about changing his callsign to Pheidippides, ask him when he’s running his next marathon. They’ve seen him pushing through the workouts, running the extra mile, the deepest, ugliest parts of his soul hopes they’ve noticed physical change with that too. And unsaid words sting in the back of his throat that Pheidippides died at the end of his run.

’til the storm breaks loose by vannral {E}

'”Do you want to stay?” Rooster asks, willing to meet him half-way since Jake can’t get a goddamn word out. Jake lifts his chin, his jaw clenched so hard he might crack his teeth into ground up glass.' In which Bradley’s going into heat, Jake checks up on him and they’re faced with just how much they mean to each other. (+snapshots of their life together afterwards.)

Use Your Words and Everything Will be Alright by HopeaLumi {E}

They've been dating for almost two years and Rooster still has trouble communicating and Hangman... is hanging in there.

young | numb | starved by crueltether {G}

“Where’s your head, Bradshaw?” Jake asks softly, letting the backs of his fingers trail a path up the valley of Bradley’s abs to the hollow of his chest and then back down. “Y’been quiet since we got here.”

what momma don't know by collieflower {M}

“You never told your Momma we got married.” Bradley tensed under him before shooting straight up to his elbows. Jake jostled, ending up with his hands propped up on either side of Bradley, bare inches from his face. “Shit,” Bradley hissed. “Yeah, shit.” - When Bradley learned that Mav pulled his papers, he was angry. When he learned it was on his mother's request? He was furious. In which the Bradshaw-Mavericks are too stubborn to have an essential conversation, and Bradley's been running so long he'd accidentally left his mother behind.

Where Most of Love is Found by thatsquirrelfromiceage {M}

“It won’t be your fault, okay?” Hangman continues. “None of it. But you have to go, now. There’s no point in both of us dying.” There’s a gentleness to his tone that before today, Phoenix would have scarcely believed him capable of. Unforgivably, she feels the anger start to ebb away, despair crawling up through her veins to take its place. “The point,” she growls through tears, “is that you’re my team. You’re my team, Bagman. I am not leaving you behind.” Or: a year after the suicide mission, and six months after the Daggers have reunited to form their own squadron, Natasha and Jake are caught in a gas explosion.

he loves me, i love him not by hey_its_me88 {M}

Exactly three days before their leave ends, before he gets shipped off to Japan and Bradley to Florida, Jake opens his door to find the mustached pilot standing on his steps with a bouquet of roses. Jake shuts the door.

speak low if you speak love by andrealyn {T}

You'd think that after the Dagger mission, Hangman and Rooster would pull their heads out of their asses and realize that they're both being idiots about how they clearly want to get together. Unfortunately for everyone around them, their stubbornness reigns supreme. It leaves their friends with no choice but to Much Ado the shit out of matchmaking them together.

Fire in the Blood and Smoke in the Air by MadeItUp {M}

Dirty and Sweet (Get it on)

As things wind down after the mission, Rooster struggles with a need for something a little dangerous. That something absolutely should not – cannot – be Jake Seresin. But a little friendly competition and a lot of alcohol can go a long way to changing a man's mind. Hangman eyes Rooster’s empty beer, then his own. “How about that second shot?” “You tryna put me off my game?” “I don’t need you drunk to beat you, Rooster.” “What do you need me drunk for?”

feels good to know one thing

Jake doesn’t have the best relationship with his family, so when he’s summoned home for a special occasion, he calls up the one person he can trust to stick with him – after all, Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw has never ever lost a wingman. But he’s about to find out that getting shot down in enemy territory to save Mav was a whole lot easier than surviving a long weekend chez Seresin. “So it’s a big family thing?” Jake says carefully. “Everyone bringing their partners?” “Well of course, Charlie’s promised to bring the kids and I’ve not even met Matty’s new girlfriend—” “So that means I can bring someone?” Silence on the line. His mom is no fool. She knows when she’s been played. “Of course, Jakey,” she says. “You’re welcome to bring anyone you like.”

Will Get Fooled Again

Personal history isn’t enough to get in the way of professional opportunity, and when Lieutenant Commanders Jake Seresin and Bradley Bradshaw are selected to develop a pioneering Strategy Development Program at TopGun, working with the best young aviators the fleet has to offer, each figures they’re up to the challenge both in the air and on the ground. After all, a little rivalry can heighten the senses and bring out the best results… Or it can bring out something else altogether. “I’m not hard to impress,” Jake says, laying the cue down on the table. “I just don’t like people kissing my ass.” “Really?” Rooster says, and there’s a marginally lower register to his voice, a flicker of something crossing his expression that has excitement sparking in Jake’s gut. Walking round to take his drink from where he’s left it, Jake faces the others, resting the ass in question on the table and taking a sip of his drink, before answering. “Hero worship’s for people who don’t know their own worth.” He flashes a winning smile at his friends. “Some of us don’t need it.”

The Dagger Squad by BeccaAnne814 {M}

After the Dagger Squad proved they were the best of the best, the Navy decides to keep the team together. These hotheaded pilots love to tease and torment each other, so how much worse will it be when they’re all living under the same roof?

Sweet Tooth by xo_em

Tiramisu (Take Me Home) {T}

It’s always like this - going home. It takes so much out of him. But what is leave for, if not family?

What a Great Word, Milkshake {T}

Bradley curses Natasha under his breath. He’d let slip in recent conversation that he might be developing decidedly not-so-platonic feelings for the man currently sitting in his passenger seat. A mistake, apparently.

Birthday Cake {M}

It’s Jake’s birthday today and he hates it.

Toothache {T}

Bradley wakes with his arms full.

No Sweeter Fruit Than This (Apple Pie) {E}

There are a few peculiar things of note about Jake Seresin.

No More Wasting Time by DraconisWing24441 {E}

Having just completed a mission that required multiple miracles, Bradley thinks the most miraculous thing of all is that he’s not furious at Maverick anymore. Or Hangman. Now that his relationship with Maverick is on the mend after talking about their past, Bradley starts to realize some other things. Like the fact that Hangman isn't such a bad guy and he maybe actually really likes him, like, a lot. Jake, meanwhile, starts to realize that Bradley may not, in fact, hate him for being an ass, while also trying to hide the fact that he’s been in love with Rooster for years. Without the anger characterizing every interaction, Bradley and Jake are left with the conclusion that there's more there that they hadn’t realized until now. But, as Bradley and Jake's icy relationship unexpectedly begins to thaw into a tentative friendship, the friction that existed between them sparks something deeper than they ever expected. Letting go of the past and respective fears is harder than they thought, but when it comes down to it, the question remains: will they have the courage to leap off their perches and take the shot?

I took the stars from your eyes and then I made a map by dalearden {E}

Before Jake knows it, his jaw has dropped and the gears in his brain have stopped turning as he struggles to process what he’s seeing. He’s seen Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw all dressed up before, a few times over through the course of their respective careers that kept forcing them together as though fate was playing a twisted little game with them, but somehow, this time it hits different.

bad idea, right? by ok_thanks {M}

From: ABSOLUTELY FUCKING NOT!!! (AGAIN) No greeting for me? Don’t I get that Bradshaw hospitality?

Can You Feel My Heart? by bubbles_1801 {T}

I Can't Drown My Demons, They Know How To Swim

A few months after the mission marks the 5th anniversary of Jake’s first air-to-air kill. After a poorly timed comment from one Bradley Bradshaw, Jake spirals into a depression. Can his new found family rescue him from himself? More importantly, will he let them?

I'm Scared To Get Close, And I Hate Being Alone

After an unexpected voicemail from his father, Jake finds himself getting a migraine for the first time in years. The pain is almost too much to bare and he's still unsure of his standing within his newfound family. Cue Bradley being the best boyfriend and Ice and Mav being the worried parents that they are. Set between the main story and epilogue of I Can't Drown My Demons, They Know How To Swim.

Misconceptions by SamHeartfilia {M}

Jake "Hangman" Seresin received an incomplete mating claim from one Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw a week after graduating from the Naval Academy. No one but his best friend know, and now that the uranium mission is over, things are looking up. His claim is completed and he's feeling like himself for the first time in years. Of course, everything starts change when his secrets come out. Secrets he was only just coming to terms with himself.

newton's law of motion by noona96n {T}

law i inertia Bradley's hospitalized immediately after The Mission, and Jake has a revelation™ law ii force & acceleration Bradley recuperates at the Seresin's Ranch and has a revelation™

the shapes of love by winterbitch {T}

sink your teeth into me (keep me)

Rooster doesn't need to know what animal Hangman shifts into, but he sure wants to find out. It's just another piece of the man he's hopelessly in love with, and he wants to know everything, no matter how much his friends tease him. Through a series of events, he finally finds out, and maybe gets more than expected Or shifter au where rooster is a wolf, hangman is [redacted], there's a LOT of pining, and icemav are cute together (ice is a tiger, mav is a fennec). they get their happy end

I see forever in your eyes

Having gotten together (and engaged in the same day), Rooster and Hangman don't get any less annoying with their behaviour. Rooster would even argue that their friends are more annoyed with them now, but he's too deliriously happy to care. He has the love of his life by his side, his friends surrounding him, and he's getting married. Life is great (and it's about to get even better) Or shifter au with smitten puppy rooster, disgustingly in love hangster, some background icemav and ANOTHER proposal

#Post-Mission Recs List #hangster #sereshaw #hangaroo #bradley rooster bradshaw x jake hangman seresin #bradley rooster bradshaw #jake hangman seresin #🐈red🐈furry🐈cat🐈tag🐈

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