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Sunsets and footballers (Part 6)

Lucy Bronze x Reader (6)

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Jordan and YFN were comfortably spread out on the couch, an array of snacks laid out on the blanket they were sharing. YFN hadn’t told Jordan about her interaction with Lucy yet, and she was a little worried about doing so. The last thing she wanted was for Jordan to feel like she was less important. She still had no idea what was happening, and the fact that she was just on a spontaneous holiday sat in the back of her mind, but she kept it back there. She didn’t have a job or worries, she knew that she might meet people along the way who would be meaningful in her life. She was already so close to Jordan that she couldn’t imagine being back across the other side of the world from her, let alone whatever she had with Lucy. Was Lucy just looking for a quick fuck because she knew YFN was only here for 2 weeks? She ignored that thought, knowing that whatever was happening between them was far more than just a casual fling. But was it even possible to have more? And did they both want that?

She internally groaned. She hated overthinking things, it just wasn’t her. She was much more care-free than that. She happily pushed all of those thoughts aside and reminded herself of her motto. Whatever happens, happens. As long as she maintained respect for herself and those involved, she would happily be involved in whatever this was with Lucy.

Jordan nudged her foot as she texted. “Luce said the dinner party’s done and she has some gossip. Would you mind if she comes over?”

Yes, please. “Not at all.”

“Excellent. She’ll be here in 5.”

The restaurant was much further away than that, so she knew Lucy must have already been on her way. Oh, she was excited.

Five minutes later, Lucy knocked and entered without permission. Jordan didn’t seem phased, this must have been a common thing with them. Lucy found them in the living room looking quite comfortable on the couch.

“How’s the food poisoning?”

“I think all of these snacks have made it worse, to be honest.” YFN laughed.

Lucy’s eyes widened at the amount of snacks covering the two. Jordan saw this and defended them. “Don’t judge us, we’re feeling our emotions.”

Lucy laughed and gave a little leap over the couch to sit on YFN’s free side. She kicked her shoes off and YFN lifted the blanket they shared, pulling it to cover Lucy’s legs also. Lucy loved the thoughtfulness and stretched her legs out. Jordan threw a few different snacks over to Lucy.

“Are these sad or happy emotions?” Lucy asked.

“A bit of both,” YFN shrugged. “Subject to change with your gossip.”

“Ah,” Lucy didn’t have much gossip. She really just wanted an excuse to be around her. “Well.. when you left Leah asked me a few questions. She wanted to know who YFN was and where you were from, whether you two were in a relationship-” her finger gestured to the two of them.

“-wait,” Jordan cut her off. “She was jealous?”

“Mmn.. maybe a little to be honest. And protective.”

Jordan scoffed. “She has no right!”

“Oh I know, but feelings don’t just disappear that quickly…” Her extended foot touched YFN’s under the blanket which caused her body to flinch but Lucy noticed she didn’t move away. Jordan didn’t notice. “She still cares for you, Jords. You know that. She was upset, she just wants to talk to you. From our conversation she seems to miss your friendship.”

Jordan was quiet.

“You know you miss her friendship also,” YFN said softly as she leant over to squeeze Jordan’s hand.

“Argh yeah, you’re right, I do… but YFN and I have been talking a lot and I think I just need my space. I can’t give her what she wants right now.”

Lucy nodded. “Maybe you should tell her that..”

“Well I planned to tonight but I just couldn’t. She took me by surprise when she came over and I wasn’t ready.”

“Maybe… maybe it would be easier to text? Face to face is better but I think she’ll understand a text, Dory.”

Jordan sighed and nodded. “I’ve been thinking the same to be fair. Can you help me?”

“You mean can I do it all and you proof-read?” YFN chuckled. “Anything for you.”

Jordan gave an exaggeratingly toothy grin and tossed her phone over with a loud air smooch. YFN wrote out a message she thought would be sufficient. Lucy watched her little face concentrating as she quickly wrote.

Leah: Hey, I really appreciate you trying to have a chat with me tonight, and I’m sorry I wasn’t really responsive. I’m not going to throw all of my baggage onto you, but you need to know the basics. The truth is that I really haven’t been doing well after losing you and then deciding I had to leave Arsenal. Being left off the England Squad was the nail in the coffin for me. I played tough but it hit me harder than I realised, harder than anything has, really. I will always love you, you’re an incredible human being and an even better friend. I did hear what you were saying tonight and appreciate that you want us to be friends, but I just can’t give that to you right now. I don’t have the capacity. I’m working on myself and will continue to do so. I hope when I’m a bit more healed and feeling like myself that you’ll still want to be friends and we can go back to that. I miss our friendship.

I’m sorry I couldn’t say all of this to you tonight, I’ll admit I chickened out.

Take care of yourself Leah x

YFN read out the message to them both. God, she was good with words, Lucy thought.

Jordan also seemed impressed. “Can you add ‘I’m really lucky to have some good friends around me’ please? She’ll worry otherwise. Well, she’ll worry regardless but it’ll make her feel better.”

YFN nodded and added it in. She gave the phone back to Jordan who sent the message, then took a deep breath and threw her phone to the other end of the couch.

“I’m really proud of you, Jords,” Lucy stated softly. The emotion in her voice was evident. YFN didn’t like seeing Lucy upset and she brushed the back of her hand up against Lucy’s under the blanket. They both twitched at the contact and then hesitantly hooked pinkie’s together. They both smiled and relaxed.

“Thanks Luce,” Jordan said, tired. “I feel so much better already.”

The trio sat silently and continued watching their movie. With the stress of that burden now eased off her, Jordan fell asleep in minutes, her little body curled up in the corner of the couch, her mouth slightly open. The other two were very aware that their feet and pinkie’s were still touching.

“Can we talk?” Lucy whispered to avoid waking Jordan. Her head was leaning back on the couch and she was staring at YFN like she had been for the past few minutes. YFN had been too involved in the movie to notice. She broke her eyes away and found Lucy’s face. Lucy’s face was welcome sight and she had a very vulnerable look in her eyes.

“Sure… this is my favourite movie. Do you like it?” She whispered, cheekily avoiding a deeper conversation.

“The Taming of the Shrew?”

YFN’s eyes lit up. “Most people don't know that it’s loosely based off Shakespeare. I’m impressed. You must be a hopeless millennial romantic like me.”

Lucy just grinned, watching her get so excited about a movie.

“Plus, how attractive is Heath Ledger in this, hm?”

Lucy raised an eyebrow in question at her attraction to a man.

YFN grinned back cheekily. “Hey, I can admire a pretty person. Plus he’s from Perth in Western Australia, just like me.”

Lucy reached out with her free hand and touched the little dimple on her cheek gently. It was the complete opposite of the aggressive Lucy she’d seen on the pitch.

“I love this.”

YFN’s breathing started getting ragged and she had to blink and suck in a deep breath. Lucy grinned at the impact she had on her. YFN gestured to her grin. “And I love that.”

They spoke at the exact same time then.

“I want to get to know you be-”

“We acted on lust.”

Lucy was surprised but she nodded. “Yes, we did. Can you blame us?”

“No.. not really. I think it was more my fault than yours.”

“Ohhhh no. No, you’re not taking any blame for that. You can give that blame to me, or we can share it. I was flirting with you all night.”

“I know..” she whispered. “I liked it.”

Lucy took a risk and moved her hand to entangle their fingers completely. YFN covered the back of Lucy’s hand with her second one and pulled it onto her lap. Lucy sucked in a breath. She wanted to feel her, taste her, make her moan and cry and call her name. She pushed the thought aside and cleared her throat.

“I’m only here for another week and a half.”

“Jords said you were a writer? You can write, and travel. You can write, and stay. We can explore… this. I know it’s selfish of me to even ask but I have contracts in England and Spain.”

“I’ve never been to Spain.”

“You’ll love it, and you’ll love Narla.”

“Narla?”

“My little fur baby. She’s a Westie.” Lucy looked like a proud mum.

Her eyes lit up. “Oh, I want to meet her.”

“Spain is great,” she continued. “Tapas, good food, relaxed vibe, we’re down at the beach most mornings or evening watching the sunrise or sunset.”

“I miss good beaches.” She stroked the back of Lucy’s hand with her thumb.

“Well, they’re not ‘Australia good’ but they they’re pretty decent.”

“To be honest Lucy, I have no idea what I’m going to do. Dory and I get along so well, and I know she has other friends, but I feel like she’s leaning on me a bit at the moment and needs me. So I can’t see myself leaving soon anyways.. I want to just stay and be there for her, you know? Plus Birmingham sounds interesting.”

Lucy nodded slowly, thinking. “Well that’s much closer than you going back to Australia. There’s an airline that does direct from Birmingham to Barcelona and it’s quite cheap also.”

“You’ve been thinking about this a bit..”

Lucy gave a sheepish shrug. “Hopeless millennial romantic, remember?”

They smiled and played with each other’s hands, leaning towards each other.

“We have no idea what this is..” YFN sounded unsure.

Lucy wanted to reassure her and so she opened herself up. “You’re right, we have no idea what this is. All I know is that I can’t get you out of my head. I’ve been thinking about you, and even dreaming about you since we first met. And I’m so thankful that you and Jordan are friends so that I get to see you. I want us to explore this.. whatever it is. I want to see where this goes, because I haven’t felt this in a long time – no… scratch that - I don’t think I’ve ever felt like this before, and I want so much more.” YFN was staring at her with a vulnerable, empathetic expression, her lips partially parted. Lucy continued. “I want so much more now, I wanted so much more when I met you, and I definitely wanted so much more in that bathroom.”

YFN’s pupils dilated and she could feel herself getting excited. She squirmed in her seat and felt her cheeks redden. Lucy noticed this and felt YFN’s hands press hers down further, closer to her core as she stroked her hand a bit more nervously. She assumed that YFN didn’t know she had done this as she could see her thinking hard.

Lucy leant over to her and tucked a fallen strand of hair behind her ear. “Tell me what you’re thinking..”

YFN sighed. “You’ve been really honest with me, and so I’ll be really honest with you. I don’t think I’ve ever been this attracted to someone in my life so I’m struggling to even think at the moment.” Lucy chuckled and felt proud of herself. “My main concern is that I don’t want Dory to be hurt or put out.”

Lucy squeezed her hand in reassurance. “She’s one of my best mates. I’ll have a chat to her in the morning, okay?”

“A gentle chat, please.” She pleaded with her blue eyes. “If she’s at all put off or uncomfortable-”

“-then I’ll let you know and we’ll go from there.” Lucy finished. “So.. let’s have a date then, shall we? Tomorrow night?”

“I’m not sure if I can spend a night with you without lust taking over.”

“What’s the problem with that? We can save the drive and have a date at my house instead. I’ll cook.” Lucy knew it was cheeky but worth a try.

Lucy watched YFN roll her eyes but genuinely stop to think about it. She squirmed again and Lucy loved it.

“What time..?”

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mavrintarou · 1 year

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Christmas Morning - Suna Rintarou [end]

This wasn't supposed to go this far lol

Warning: fluff; explicit smut (18+); surprise ending (is it really a surprise though)

Fourth part

“Goodness,” Wendy narrowed her eyes, staring at you for a solid thirty-seconds in silence, “you’re illuminating. Are you pregnant?”

Every time you meet up with Wendy for brunch, she’s always making embarrassing comments to you.

And what is even more embarrassing is that she is always on spot.

Though you are not pregnant, you definitely had a pregnancy scare.

You were more than a week late and you were never late.

“I’m not pregnant,” you answered with confidence.

You had taken four pregnancy tests and all came back negative but you period never arrived.

You were about to express your concerns with Rin but he confronted you first.

You stayed an hour later at work and Rin was at your place making dinner.

After a long day, you were ready to spend the rest of your evening with your boyfriend.

Boyfriend…

You had a stupid smile plastered on your face every time you thought of him as your boyfriend. Rin was adamant that you officially accept his request asking you to be his girlfriend, in which you said yes and that made him your boyfriend now.

“Rin?” you found him sitting at the kitchen table with his back facing you. “What are you –“ you look over his shoulder and whatever you were going to ask went dead on your tongue.

In front of him was the four pregnancy test in a clear bag.

He looks at you with a pale face. “Is… are these yours?”

You exchange looks from the pregnancy test to him. “Uh… yeah…”

“Were you going to tell me?”

You frown at him, “tell you what?”

“That you’re pregnant?”

“But… I’m not pregnant, Rin?”

It was his turn to frown at you, “you’re not? Then why are you taking these tests?”

“I took them to see if I am but they’re negative, see.” You pointed to the single line. “One line means negative.”

Rin covered his face with both palms and groan. “I didn’t even look at that…”

You laugh, pulling his hands away. “I’m sorry if I scared you – you weren’t supposed to find…”

“I was nervous… and excited.” He mumbled; his hands shifted only to uncover his eyes. “I saw them in the trash bin and all I could think about is that you’re pregnant.”

“I missed my period for a week now, so I took these test but they’re negative.” You sigh, “but I still haven’t gotten my period either so…”

“So…” he repeated after you.

“So, until Aunt-Flo arrives… I don’t know.”

That night after Rin makes love to you, your period arrives.

“Oh gosh, Rin is so cute… at least you know he was excited if you were pregnant.” Wendy laughed, she has been laughing since you explained how Rin thought you were pregnant cause he didn’t know how to read a pregnancy test.

“I was scared,” you whispered, “we keep having risky sex like that… since then I’ve made him wear a condom.”

“Why not just go on birth control?” Wendy inquired.

You sink back into your chair, “I brought it up but Rin said he didn’t want hormones and all the other junk to go into my system. It’s not good for my body.”

Wendy clutch her hand over her heart, “what a gentleman. He’s thinking about your body… argh… if you don’t want him, send him my way.”

You kept it to yourself, but you almost blurted how he was supposed to choose her that night. If Wendy had not backed out and asked you to take her spot that day… Wendy would have been you this moment.

“Thank you.”

Wendy blinks at you, “for what?”

“Had it not been for you to ask me to take your spot, I would have never met Rin and be where I am right now.”

“It was meant to be, so don’t lose him.”

You haven’t heard from Rin in a few hours. He was overseas in Taiwan for a game and was due to return tonight. What time? He didn’t tell you.

It was close to midnight, and you were beginning to fall asleep. Turning your body, you leaned into the couch and closed your eyes, clutching your phone.

You slipped into slumber waiting for his message or call.

“Y/n.”

You hear yourself hum.

“Y/n, why aren’t you sleeping in your room?”

One eye cracked open to see your favorite person beside you. “Rin?” You rubbed your eyes, sitting up. “you’re home?” When your vision was cleared you stare at him confused as he continued to gaze at you. You cup his face, “are you okay?”

He nodded, “you said, you’re home.” He smiled and his hand cupped your face, “yes, I’m home.”

You pull him into a hug, “I don’t know why this time, I missed you so much.”

Rin pulls you tighter against him. “I missed you more.” He suddenly pulls away, “I have something for you.” He shifts away and grabs something before holding it to you, “for you.”

“What is this?” You glance at the bag with colorful tissue paper. “It’s not my birthday?”

“Correct, but it was White Day… well a few days ago but I wasn’t in town, so it doesn’t count… now open it.”

You pull out the tissue paper and your lips curve upward. “Chocolate…”

“Returning the favor, although you ate my chocolate… and I forgive you but I’m returning the favor…” He fiddled around before sighing.

You sensed the sudden mood change and set the chocolate back in the bag to tilt his chin, looking him in the eye. “What’s wrong?”

He only gazes at you for a few seconds before swallowing, “I know… I might be rushing it but I – I really, really, really feel like you are the one for me.” He looks deep into your eyes, as if he’s trying to read your mind. “I – I have something for you.” He reaches behind and pulls out a velvet box.

You hear your sharp inhale.

He cracks open revealing two rings. “I never thought I’d get couple’s rings but… here I am…” He paused, “will you accept and wear this couple’s ring with me, Y/n?”

You lifted your left hand and with a clear voice, “of course.”

Rin chuckles and shakes his head, grabbing my right hand, “this hand, well… I want to save the left hand for when I marry you so we’re going to wear this on our right side for now.”

He slips the ring on and you grab the other ring to slip it on him. You hold his much larger hand for a second before looking up at him. “I love you, Rintarou.”

His green eyes widen, “say – “ he choked, “say that again?”

Dropping his hand, you cup his face and kiss him. “I love you, Suna Rintarou. I love you.”

“EJP! EJP! EJP!”

The gymnasium screamed loudly for their home team as Suna – EJP’s Middle Blocker shut down their opponent and helped his team win the game.

This was your first game of his that you attended and tears pricked your eyes as you refrained yourself from screaming like a madwoman when your boyfriend earned the winning point.

Rin points in your direction and you point right back at him, mouthing I love you.

He mouths, me too and winks.

He is going to be the death of you.

Rintarou has become the best thing that has ever happened to you.

There was never a dull day with him.

Your relationship progress every day and your love for one another grew daily.

You guys were like every normal couple that have their good and bad days.

Usually both times resulted in hot passionate sex.

Especially after a disagreement.

Rin’s grip on your waist is bruising as he pounded into you from behind. The dress you wanted to wear to one of his teammate’s wedding was now wrinkled and bunched up at your waist with your thong – torn and looped around one ankle.

Five minutes ago, you guys should have been out the door.

As soon as Rin saw your dress, the dress, he did not approve of you wearing – he had you bent over his bathroom counter and took you from behind. He is still dressed in his suit with only his pants undone.

“You just want to be a bad girl because you know what I would do when you start acting like a bad girl, huh?”

Not entirely true, for the most part Rin allowed you to do what you wanted, and it was only when your really pushed his buttons to see how far he let you get away with your action that he would have to set your attitude and action straight again.

But you wanted to wear that dress, sure it was a little more revealing than what you’re used to, or what he was used to, but you were going to wear it anyways because he can’t tell you what you can and can’t wear.

An arm looped around your chest, pulling you against him. Your back arched as he slows down his thrusts but they are deep and slow, driving you crazy.

He combs your now messy updo hair behind your ear before nipping it with his pearly teeth. He makes eye contact with you through the mirror, “are you going to be a good girl and let me cum inside of you?”

He knows you would never say no.

You loved it when he came inside of you.

Probably more than him.

“Will you let me wear this dress in exchange?” You hear his scoff. “Then no… you can’t cum inside of me.”

“You play dirty, love.” He growled, you feel his cock throb inside of you, ready to cum. “Fine… and that dress will go in the garbage after tonight.” His hips fasten, your moan echoing loudly in his large bathroom.

You grip the counters again as Rin reaches to find your swollen clit, rubbing it. His teeth grazing the skin over your nape. “Rin,” you moaned, reaching behind to thread your fingers through his hair, you’re going to have to redo his hair after this. “… I’m so close… so close – cum… cum inside of me…”

Your body trembles in bliss, walls squeezing him and bringing him over the edge. His hot cum spurts inside of you but he doesn’t stop his thrusting.

You gasped, trying to push his hand away from your clit. “Too – too much…”

He hummed but doesn’t stop, slowly rubbing it and riding your orgasm as far as he can take you. His hips stops and so does his hand as he releases your poor over stimulated clit.

“Are we late to the wedding?” he asked after a few minutes of recovery.

Yes.

You both arrived to the wedding late. Unfortunately, you couldn’t wear the dress anymore because it was so wrinkled and had to redo your hair as well as Rin’s.

“Wipe that smug off your face,” you mumbled, slapping his hand away from your hips. He would only place his hand there again, rubbing the satin material of the dress he had chosen.

Before he could say something, the MC announced for all the women to step on to the dance floor because it was time for the bride to toss the bouquet.

You weren’t going to go up but Komori Motoya’s girlfriend grabbed your hand, tugging you along with her to the dance floor.

You stood in the back and at a distance, away from all the other excited women who was ready to catch the bouquet.

“One… two… THREE!” shouted the bride as she blindly tossed her bouquet over her shoulder.

You watched it fly in a nice arch and all the women in front of you shoving and shifting to snatch it…

The smile on your face faded as your eyes narrowed, realizing… it was coming… in your direction. “Uh…”

You began to panic, none of the women was coming for it, as if they are frozen in their spot. All their head and eyes are on you, waiting for your next move.

You wanted to run for it, but your heels was rooted to the floor as well.

“Catch it Y/n!” Motoya’s girlfriend shouted excitedly.

At the last second, you reached for it, catching it before it could hit the floor.

The room roared loudly, clapping, and cheering.

Rin held your hand as you two left the venue after saying goodnight to your friends.

The bouquet was in your other hand, dangling upside down. You tried pawn it off, but they all refused.

Even the flower girl who was eyeing it didn’t want it.

“You’re quiet.” He looks down at you as you guys waited for his car.

You glanced up at him, “you’re quiet.” You said back, after you made it back to the table with the bouquet, Rin kept his hands off of you and only chatted with his teammates.

“I am?”

“Yes, you haven’t said a word to me since I un-fatedly caught this thing,” you waved the bouquet. “If you feel nervous or anxious because I caught it – don’t worry and don’t listen to what anyone has to say –“

He pulls his hand away and steps in front of you, cupping your face and forcing you to look up at him. “Y/n, I am not nervous or anxious at all.”

His green eyes is telling you the truth when you searched them. “But you didn’t touch me…”

“I had to keep my hands off of you or else…” he didn’t need to finish for you to know what he meant. “You catching this tonight has made my heart accelerated but for good reason…” He knocks his forehead with yours. “You know what they say when someone catches the bride’s bouquet, right?”

You nodded.

“Good,” he smiled and pecked your lips.

“Suna-san, your car is here.”

Present day [from the first part of this series]

Wrapping papers scattered around Rin’s apartment.

From designer bags, designer shoes to limited edition books you have always wanted…

Rin has spoiled you once again.

You begin to clean up the room when you hear him clear his throat.

Turning around, your eyes widen, and your breath stilled…

“What… are you… doing?” you breathed.

Rin is kneeled in front of you with another velvet box in his hands, very carefully, he opened it to a single diamond ring.

“Y/n,” his voice croaked and he swallowed, “you are the love of my life. I cannot go a day and night without you. You bring out the best in me and you are the best thing that has ever happened in my life. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?”

Tears have already rolled down your cheeks as you nod your head, “yes, yes I’ll marry you.”

He hops onto his feet and pulls you into a crushing hug before stepping back to take the ring out and slip it on your left hand. He brings your hand to his lips, “you’ve just made me the happiest man.”

“You need to open your gifts,” you pull away from him. You shove the smaller gift in his hands, “open this one first.”

Rin leans down to kiss you, “I don’t need anything else now that I have you.”

“Hmm, don’t be so quick to say that…” you mumble with a smile, pulling away. “Open.”

He pulls the ribbon and rips the wrapping paper off. He pulls out the card, reading it out loud.

Rin,

I tell you all the time how much you mean to me, but it seems to never be enough.

You are the greatest thing that has happened in my life, and I would never trade you.

Even for the first edition series of Lord of the Rings.

Every day is a blessing, even the days I want to whack a frying pan over your head.

But I love you.

Well.

We love you, daddy.

Y/n

You can see Rin re-reading the last part there.

His head snaps up and he digs further into the box.

He blinks and his face softens as he pulls out a bag of four pregnancy tests.

Four positive pregnancy tests.

“Are you…” he drops the stuff on the couch and pulls you into a hug before pulling away, “sorry, not too tight.” He mumbled before dropping down on his knees and stares at your belly. He lifts your shirt and places a kiss right above your belly button.

You grab the second gift that was in a bag. “This one too…”

Pulling out the tissue papers he reached inside and pulls out an identical miniature outfit that matches his volleyball uniform.

Clipped to the uniform were the ultrasound photos.

Rin covered his mouth with one hand, choking back a cry. His eyes filled with tears.

“Hi daddy, I can’t wait to meet you.” He reads the note you wrote on the first photo.

You reach to wipe his tears away. “Merry Christmas, Rintarou.”

He pulls you into his arms as you both fall onto his living room floor. “This is the best Christmas.”

You hold your left hand up to admire your ring, “indeed…”

Rin shifts around and hovers over you, he pushed your shirt up.

You just hit your twenty-week mark and was beginning to show.

“I’m twenty weeks pregnant.”

“How did I not… notice?”

You laughed, “because you were always so horny.”

Rin didn’t find it funny. “Did I hurt you when I was being too rough?”

You cup his face, “no love, you didn’t hurt me.” You rubbed his cheekbones, “but we probably should cut back on the roughness until I give birth.”

In a blink of an eye, you are maneuvered and straddling Rin. “Okay, you top so that way you are the one in control.”

You can feel his hard bulge through your cotton panties. “Rin!”

“You called it, I’m always horny. I’m even hornier now knowing you’re pregnant. How fucken sexy is that.” He pulls off your shirt in one swift movement and palms your breasts. “Will these get bigger?”

You moan, “yes…”

He pinches your nipples, “and full of milk?”

“… yes…”

Rin groans, pushing up against your core. “I need you.” He quickly pushes his boxers off and tugs your panties aside so you can sink down on him. “No wonder you feel… tighter…”

“They say sex can be sensitive during pregnancy.” You noticed how you orgasm faster than usual.

You rock your hips, pressing both palms on his chest for support.

“Not – “ he winces, “not too deep… or too fast, I don’t want to hurt baby…” One hand rest on your hip, trying to slow your movement.

You grab both his wrists and pinned them to the floor, “you said I get to be in control? So, let me do it.”

His eyes widen before they sparkle, “yes… mommy…”

You rolled your eyes. “Don’t call me that when you’re deep inside of me.”

He smirked, “you don’t like it?”

“It’s weird…” you rolled your hips faster, circling your hips. “We should enjoy this time to ourselves before they arrive.”

“Yes mommy.”

“I will leave you high and dry if you call me mommy one more time, daddy.” You gasped loudly the next second as you feel Rin groan as he cums deep inside of you. “Rin!”

He lifts his hips off the ground and thrusts inside of you in shallow hits. “Fuck, call me daddy again…”

You lean down to his ear and whisper, “daddy Rin…”

“Where is mama?”

You abandon your cart of books and ran down the aisle to see your husband with the baby carrier and inside is your five-month-old daughter, Rise.

“We brought you lunch!”

. . .

E/n: Thank you for hanging onto this bandwagon.

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i'm a sansa stan first and foremost, and i tried to ship s@nsan so hard lmaooo but when they start saying shit like "sansa has wet dreams about the hound" and "sansa actually likes older men", argh, i just can't. do. that. i know george said something about playing with it in the books, but i also think that he wanted to raise a few questions with the relationship, one of them being "who protects sansa from her protector?". like, there's TRAUMA in there. it's funny that they accuse jonsas of using sansa as a self-insert bc i don't know if you ever read a s@nsan fic or saw the fanarts, but they REALLY wanna bang that man 😭

(about this ask)

Nothing in the fandom horrifies me as much as Sansan. I’ve had nice Sansans come into my inbox, so I do distinguish between my feelings about the ship and the shippers, but I hate the reinterpretation of the Hound because it minimizes what he did/tried to do to Sansa. Instead of the later scenes where Sansa thinks of him being about her processing the trauma of his assault, suddenly, they become a gross villain whitewashing, victim-blamey, “actually, she wanted it.”

I once even highlighted that whole "who will protect us from the guards" idea you mention because I think it was meant to emphasize what a travesty the Hound’s assault was:

(link)

This isn’t a romance, this is a pattern. The Hound saves her than tries to rape her, Tyrion is kind to her then agrees to marry her, a child, a prisoner of his family, and LF rescues her but then starts to sexually molest her. All the same, in each of these instances, Sansa is grateful, she thinks kindly of them, and I think that says a lot about Sansa that you completely miss if you romanticize it and pretend that the Hound is someone, something to her, that he isn’t. I also talk about the whole cloak thing in that post too because I think the more contextualized reading is the one we’re meant to adopt.

When I did take a look at the meta, I was so creeped out by the nature of it and the art. Although, I want to give credit where it’s due. Apparently they were some of the first people to start taking Sansa seriously and created the reading of Sansa becoming a political factor, so they did change the fandom’s perception of Sansa in a good way. But imo their love of the Hound causes an imbalance in how they read their scenes. The point isn't that the Hound wouldn't have hurt Sansa, the point was that he very well might have but Sansa's actions stopped him which ties into a much bigger idea and important aspect of Sansa's story:

Even after the Hound assaults Sansa, later, she thinks of how terrifying the fire was, as in, even then, she is able to empathize with him, the man who held a knife to her throat and threatened to kill her. It’s laughable to suggest a man who mocked her relentlessly for who she was is capable of the same consideration. In fact, it is in a state of terror that the Hound attempts to rape Sansa and his fans use that to excuse his actions, and yet, while he is assaulting her, Sansa sings of mercy, gently touches his cheek. It’s almost like the very obvious interpretation, that the way to create a better world is Sansa’s method— not his— is what Martin expected people to understand, and his surprise people have turned it into something else altogether is genuine. (link)

As for Martin admitting he "played" with it, here's a clip. It's very short, and he's expressing surprise that his female readers like villains of which the Hound is one, and I think you can tell by his facial expression that the idea of the Hound and Sansa as a couple, is absolutely not where he ever intended to take things, not what he meant when he said he played with it. There are countless old monster movies with the monster being fascinated with a young girl or beautiful woman which humanizes him/shows a soft side. That's similar to Beauty and the Beast, the girl is what allows the monster to become human again, but in these variations, it isn't a romance. You can play with/reference tropes and ideas without it actually being a direct reiteration of the original story.

Anyway, filter and block and curate your fandom experience! 😅

#anti sansan #dot chat #< for filtering

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Dashing Through the Snow | Bucky Barnes (9th Day of 🎄)

(Credits to the owner of this pic!)

We’re nearing the end of my 12 days of Christmas! I hope you guys are enjoying them!

Christmas Masterlist <- check out my other holiday fics!

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So many people ran past me with boxes and bags of gifts in their hands, surely doing some last minute Christmas shopping. The hustling and bustling to get home surely makes it look like that’s one way to get into the holiday spirit. The snow falling definitely makes New York look a little more… I don’t know, cleaner? Fresher? I can’t really place my finger on it, but it sure is nice though.

It looks like it might start snowing again. The wind hitting my face and cloudy skies are a definite tell sign that it’s bound to happen within the next hour or so. I quickly secured my scarf around my neck so I don’t get hit with the gust of cold air that I’m sure is making my nose and cheeks turn pink.

I guess I wasn’t paying attention because instead of looking at the people around me, my attention was now facing the cloudy sky. “Whoah!” I yelped as I lost my balance and slipped onto the cold cement. I felt the wind get knocked out of me as I let out a cough, the people of New York just casually walking straight past me to get where they needed to be. “Ow…”

“Oh my gosh, are you okay?”

I heard a woman’s voice ask me as I sat up. She had stopped and stood right in front of me, gift bags in her hands as she looked at me worriedly. “Argh, yeah I’m fine. Just.. slipped.” I chuckled. She placed down her bags and held out her hand in front of me. “Oh, no you don’t have to – ”

“Yes, I do. No one else seems to think of helping.” She flashed her pearly whites and I reached up, taking her hand with mine and pulled myself up. “That was quite a fall. Are you sure you’re okay?” I nodded and felt the wind get knocked out of me for a different reason when I really looked at her. She wore a red coat with black lining. Her hair was slightly disheveled from the wind and she had the prettiest smile I’ve ever seen.

She looked.. adorable.

“No no yeah, I’m – I’m fine. Just.. wasn’t paying attention.” She leaned down to start picking up her boxes and bags as I bent down to help her. “You seem a little red.” She stated. “Am I?” She nodded and paused to look at me. “It’s probably nothin’. Just cold.” I chuckled as she laughed along with me. “Thank you for helpin’ me and no, nothing’s broken. I’m okay, really.”

“If you say so.” She picked up her bags from the floor and stood right in front of me. “Can I return the favor? Help you carry those bags or..?” I offered and she shook her head. “Thanks, but I have a lot of places to head to and I don’t want to drag you around all day.”

“Ahh..” I nodded my head. “But if you could please direct me to where the flower shop is, I’d be extremely grateful.”

“Yeah, of course. So all you gotta do, is head straight up this way and keep goin’ for about three blocks and turn left on Miller Street. It should be the fourth or fifth shop on the right, you can’t miss it.”

I looked over to the right side of her head and saw someone practically running with so many boxes in their hands, heading straight for the two of us. “Hey! You should – ”

I couldn’t move her out of the way quick enough. They bumped straight into her and left without saying a word, making her drop all of her boxes and bags and herself along the way. I turned to look at what kind of knuckle-brained-idiot just did a driveby. “What the hell?! Watch where you’re goin’! Fuck, man..” I looked back at her and saw her sitting on the floor.

Well, this sure looks familiar.

“Here, let me help you up this time.” I chuckled and extended my hand and helped her to her feet. “Are you alright? That was quite a fall.” She chuckled and nodded her head. “I guess I just wasn’t paying attention.”

I smiled and bent down once again to help her with her gifts. “Thank you.”

“Ahh, it’s nothin’. You would’ve done the same for me.” She smiled. I put the items that slipped out back into her bags. “I think that’s everything.. Well, uh.. here ya go.” I handed her the bags in my hand and she took them. “Thank you, once again.” I fixed my scarf and put my hands inside the pockets of my jacket. “It’s no problem, and thank you for helping me.”

“I um.. I better get going.” I cleared my throat and nodded. “Oh yeah.. don’t want you running late. Alright uh th – thanks again.” We smiled at each other as she turned and walked away. She was absolutely gorgeous. A woman like her will never be able to leave my mind now. I hope I get to see her again someday, but this is a huge city with lots of people so… maybe not. The chances of seeing her again is slim.

I was about to walk away when I noticed a box off to the side where we just where. “Oh no… it looks like we missed this one.” It was nicely wrapped like the rest of her boxes and bags. It’s probably for someone special.

I need to get this to her.

I looked around and tried to spot that red coat of hers, but it was like she had vanished into thin air. I looked back and forth and couldn’t find where she was. How fast was she walking? She couldn’t have gotten that far so quickly, right?

I remembered telling her somethin’ about a flower shop nearby, so that’s where she’s got to be. I have to run back into her eventually. I quickly made my way past the people walking opposite of me as they gave me weird looks when I pushed my way through. I just got to find her. I can’t even call out to her – I didn’t even catch her name. She’s just my mystery girl.

After a few minutes, I found the flower shop I directed her to a few moments before. I hope she’s still in there.

The little bell rang when I opened the door, indicating that someone had just come in or just left. I took a quick glance around and didn’t see the girl I was looking for. Disappointment settled into my once before hopeful one before walking up to the lady at the front desk as she greeted me with a smile.

“Hello, how can I help you?” She asked. “Hi uh did someone with a bunch of boxes and bags come in here?”

“Sir, everyone is carrying boxes and bags. You might wanna be a little more specific.”

“She was wearing a red coat?..” It came out more like a question than a statement. “She dropped something and I’m just trying to return it back to her.” She thought for a moment and I felt my hope start to dwindle down before she slowly nodded her head. “There was a woman in here a few minutes ago.”

I sighed and looked down at the box in my hand. “Can you please direct me to where she went?”

“Why should I do that? How do I know you didn’t just take it?”

“Well if I wanted it, I wouldn’t try to return it, now would I?”

She raised an eyebrow, not quite sure if she should tell me where my mystery girl went. “Just, please? Look at the wrapping on the box and think back to what she had in her hands. She accidentally dropped this when someone bumped into her and I just want to give it back.”

She stayed silent for a few moments before sighing, pointing straight at the door. “Alright, alright… she came in here to pick up an order. She looked like she was in a hurry and turned right after leaving the store.”

“Okay, thank you.” She waved me off and went to help out the next person behind me. I walked out the door and followed exactly where she had pointed me to. The cold gust of wind almost pushing me backwards. I kept up my pace and kept a lookout to where she could have gone.

I looked around until… is that..? I think it is! Oh, don’t lose sight of her now, Buck. I smiled as I finally found her among this big group of people. “Excuse me. Excuse me, just trying to get through.” I tried pushing my way in and evidently, people were pushing me back.

“Wait your turn like everybody else, buddy!”

“I’m not trying to cut the line! I’m just trying to – ”

“Get to the back! I was here first!”

“I don’t even know what this store is! Just let me through! I’m trying to get to someone!”

“Everythin’ alright?” I heard someone’s voice right beside me. I turned to look at who it was and low and behind, it just had to be him. “Yooo! Bucknasty, what are you doin’ here?” Sam smiled as he held a couple of bags in his hand. “You trynna get an espresso or somethin’?”

The smell of coffee made me instantly realize what shop I pushed my way into. I shook my head and sighed. “No, I’m just trying to find someone.”

“Ain’t we all?” I heard a guy laugh out as he listened in on our conversation. “Can you not?” I replied, furrowing my eyebrows as he shrugged his shoulders and looked at the crowd in front of us. “Who you lookin’ for?”

I reached up and scratched the back of my neck. “I uh.. I didn’t catch her name, but she’s wearing a red coat.” Sam leaned his head back and rolled his eyes, a little smile forming on his lips. “Are you actually serious right now? You were cutting in line to see a girl you have no clue who she is to what? Get her number?”

“No! I was..” I held up the box and showed him. “She accidentally dropped this and I just want to give it back.”

“Mhmm.”

“It’s the truth! Why doesn’t anybody believe me?”

“I don’t know man! I’d be a little apprehensive if someone told me that they were looking for a girl, who they don’t even know her name, and expect me to just wanna help the guy! C’mon, it sounds – ”

“Yeah, I know.. I know, okay? Just, you gotta help me. She had a lot of boxes and bags, I’m sure she’d be upset if she lost something.”

He sighed and leaned on his side. “Okay look, just because you looked like you wanted to cry when you saw the crowd – ”

“I didn’t look like I wanted to cry.” I mumbled angrily.

“Yeah, you did!” The guy from before spoke out as I turned to look at him. “Will you cut that out?”

“You gotta forgive him, he gets nervous when talking about pretty girls.”

“Sam!”

“I’m just jokin’, man!” He laughed. “She’s around here somewhere, so just calm down.” I tried to look for her in this crowd but to my avail, she was nowhere to be seen. Just my luck. I finally meet a pretty girl only for her to just disappear and slip through my fingers. “Hey, Buck?”

“Yeah?”

“What color did you say her coat was?”

“Red.. why?”

I look at him and see him pointing out the window across the street. “Is that her?” My eyes immediately spotted her coat and multiple bags in her hands. The wind blew her hair out of her face and sure enough, it was my mystery girl. “Looks like she wanted some baked goods. She probably didn’t wanna wait in line and just left this place.” She began walking away from the bakery and a rush of adrenaline ran through my body. “Shit, I can see her leaving. I gotta go.”

“Aye! Let me know how it goes!” I heard him yell out to me as I pushed my way past people, once again, to leave through the doors.

“Excuse me – ”

“Hey!”

“Sorry!”

After the constant shoving, I finally made it outside. I quickly glanced up at where I last saw her and there she was, waiting her turn to walk across the street. “H.. H – Hey!” I called out and practically ran to where she stood. “Hey! Wait up!” She turned her head towards to see who was yelling out for someone and finally noticed me. I jogged up to her and breathed a sigh of relief.

“Hey, it’s me from – woah!” I slipped and landed right in front of her. “Oh my – are you alright?” I nodded and pushed myself up so she couldn’t put her things down to help me once again. “Yeah, yeah I’m okay.” I chuckled and rubbed the side of my body. She smiled at me as she recognized who I was.

“We have got to stop meeting like this.” She laughed. “Yeah well uh..” I looked down at the gift box in my hand and extended my arm towards her. “You dropped this earlier and I.. I just wanted to..”

She placed a couple of her bags down and reached over to grab onto the box in my hands. “... You came all this way looking for me just to return this?”

“Well, yeah I just had to see you again… to – to bring this back to you, obviously.”

Smooth, Buck. Very smooth.

She looked down at the box and thought for a moment before looking up at me. “Is that… proposition of helping me still on the table?” She asked and I smiled. “Of course it is.” I held out my hand.

“Uh.. I’m Bucky.” She took my hand in hers and we shook hands.

“I’m Y/N.”

Y/N… that’s a beautiful name.

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Fire Light

Keith Toshko x reader

Sum- you never thought you could be rained in. A virtual hurricane going on outside leave you to spend several days with the Keith who shares the Airbnb with you.

Smut- sex, PinV, unprotected, round 2, floor sex, Alcohol consumption, size kink, dirty talk, dom! Keith.

If you haven’t seen the movie barbarian….dont watch it lol it’ll scar your veiw point on airbnb’s.

THIS IS A SMUT AND CONTAINS SEXUAL CONTENT MINORS DNI

You sit across from each other playing battleship and drinking wine.

“Uh d6?” He asks

“Mm miss.” You say somehow he’s miss every single one of your ships and you hit his.

“A7?” You ask

“Fuck, hit and sunk. I’m out.” He says running his fingers through his hair.

You begin to reset the boards. He watches you contently organizing all the pieces. Your fingers grasping them little bits. His eyes travel down to your bare legs and move up. The way your shorts ride up, you over sized sweater leaving your body to the imagination. The way your skin glows in the fire light.

“Keith?” You ask? For the third time snapping him out of his trance. His eyes snap up to you.

“Hm?” You ask.

“All out.” You say holding the bottle of wine.

“Damn.” He sighs sitting back a bit.

The windows rattle causing you to gasp. And look over at the doorway seeing the rain violently hitting the glass.

“Well damn…you know I’ve been snowed in before but never rained in.” He says you giggle and he stands picking up the glasses and empty bottle from your hand.

“I’ve never been snowed in I’ve always wanted to be though. The cold, and sitting infront of a fire sounds like fun.” You say

“Well your half way there.” He chuckles disappearing into the kitchen. You look down putting the game on the coffee table before speaking once again.

“Keith…”

“Hmm?” He asks

“Th-thank you. For being you. I just um… you could’ve turned me away and made me sleep in my car a few days ago but you didn’t and thank you for that.” You say looking up at him as he walks back to you sitting back down on the poofy comforter under you both.

“Your welcome but seriously I would do that…especially to you.” He says trailing off a bit you grow slightly looking into his eyes.

“What do you mean.” You ask.

“Y-your beautiful. Well- no yeah. NO I didn’t mean no you’re not I mean no for myself not that I’m not beautiful but that no your not, not beautiful you are your gorgeous you’re um….I’ve had too much to drink I’m sorry.” He chuckles you laugh at him as he runs the back of his neck. You lean forward to him placing your hand on his cheek. He looks up to you.

“You’re beautiful too.” You smile. His eyes search your face for any form of sarcasm but he can’t find it you really mean it dispite his awkwardness.

“C-can you help me put the covers on.” You say getting up forgetting that that’s what you were doing the whole time before distracted by battle ship and wine.

“Oh yes right.” He hops up picking up the comforter.

“No no hold-hold on I gotta trick to this.”he says taking it turning it inside out and then hauling it over his head you laugh. Watching as he straightens it out.

“Okay. yeah now you hand the cover and you Flip It!” You jumps pulling the cover over the comforter.

“Oh my god!” You laugh helping him pull it over.

“You sure that’s how you do it?”

“Yes I saw it on opera.” He replies

“Opera you saw it in opera what? 5 years ago?” You ask laughing at him.

“Yeah. Very educational” he laughs “it never bunches up it gets completely smooth you’ll thank me later when your lying under a completely smooth duvet cover. Okay but now you gotta hand me the corners” he says making you laugh with is muffled voice under the sheet.

“There you go.” You reply handing him the comforter.

“My hands kieth haha your taking my hands.” You laugh as he grips onto your hands as well.

“Sorry” he laughs letting go. “Okay so now here where it get a little bit!! ARGH!” He jumps and shakes around pulling the duvet over the covers. Making you laugh your ass off.

“A little aggressive! But that is how you get the duvet in!!” He says successfully but also breathing hard.

“Are you usually this out of breath afterwards.” You giggle at the covers now surprised that actually worked. He chuckles.

“I’ll help you bring it to your room yeah?” He asks his eyes following you as you walk down the hall to your room.

“Uh no actually i heard a sound under the floor last night and i freaked me out i think a poor raccoon or something got stuck under there. Im gonna have a sleep over out here.” You say arriving back into the living room with pillows. Putting the on the ground with the covers.

You move to him fixing his hair that he’s been disheveled by the motion of the blankets.

“I’ll um…I’ll head to bed if you want you can stay out here with me or um take the bed tonight.” You say

“A sleep over?” he chuckles.

“A boy girl sleep over.” You laugh as well. You pull your and away but he grabs your wrist pulling you into him pressing his lips against yours. You immediately kiss him back throwing your arms around his neck.

His hands grip your waist pulling your hips into his wandering around pulling up your sweater just enough for his hands to feel your skin making you pull away from the kiss in a gasp.

“I-I’m sorry what’s wrong?” He asks you make sure he dosnt pull away from you as you look into his eyes.

“Y-your hands are cold.” You giggle. Pecking his lips.

“So you still want me to fuck you?” He says blaintently which catches you off guard. The once timid, shy, awkward Keith has left leaving a lust driven one.

His finger pushes your chin up to look at him as he waits for an answer.

“Yes.” You breath out against his lips. He smirks and places his lips back against yours moving up your back and pulls off your sweater leaving your top bare to him his kisses move to your neck as he picks you up your legs wrap against his waist as he kneels down laying you both into the comforter and pillow.

He pulls away from you only to hurriedly pulls off his shirt then his lips are right back on your body.

His large hand taking your breast in his palm giving it a squeeze pulling a gasp out of your mouth. His other grabs ahold of the waistband of your shorts and underwear pulling them off with one motion throwing it on the floor.

“Fuck..” he breaths as he admires your body. Finally what he invisioned is so much better. Both his bands grip your sides move if up to your ribs Ashe kisses up and down your body whorpising every peice of you. He makes sure to mark you on his way back to your lips.

His hand moves down the center of your body as he finger snake inbetween your folds immediately finding your clit. You gasp-moan both in pleasure and amusement he found it with out trouble or guidance. Every other man you’ve been with has just fucked you for thier pleasure.

The fact that he’s making you feel good, whorsiping you in every way turns you on more and more. He curls his finger up into you stroking the soft spot inside you making you bite your lip and moan. He watches every little movement you have anyalising what your reacting to.

Adding another finger his pace quickens. He pulls your hips back up into him as he places his other hand on your lower stomach adding pressure making your clench around his fingers ultimately cumming at his will.

He pulls out as to not overstimulate you wanting to do that on his cock. He presses his lips back against yours for a brief moment before he removes his ph pants giving you time to catch your breath. You glacé down seeing his erect dick large and long. He hover over you kissing your cutting off your eye contact with his manhood.

You move out hand between your body’s taking ahold of his cock stroking it in your hand chasing him as he groans out of the kiss and grips your breast again as he lets you stroke him. His hair falling infront of his face.

“Keith..p-please fuck me.” You moan out he kisses your neck moaning into your jawline as a yes. You line him up as he pushes into you slowly being cautious of how large he is. He fits like a glove as he slips inside.

You moan out as he lets thrusts through already drunk on the way you feel. Your nails digging into his back for sure leaving marks as his hips slam against yours. He grips the sheets aside your head. You feel his back muscles flex against your fingertips.

You can taste the wine on his lips as he kisses you. His other hands grips your hip in a bruising manner before he moves his hand down the side of your thigh pulling it against his hip wrapping it around his waist. The slight new angle allows him to brush against your soft spot making you slut as his command.

“K-Keith ah!” You moan out his pace picking up. His breath and moans hitting your ears turns you on more that he’s enjoying himself as much as you are. Your walls clench around him fluttering.

“F-fuck.” He moans

The knot in your stomach burst as you cum on his dick clenching around him. His thrusts become ridged as he over stimulates you his thumb rubbing your clit. Too much for him and you to handle within seconds you cum again and he follows roughly pushing into you.

Making your back arch and nails grip his shoulder blades.

As you both come down down from you high he pulls out of you trying not to hurt you. He sits back on his heels pushing his hair back.

“FUCK!” He exclaims realizing what he’s done. You sit up to him wrapping your arms around his neck.

“No no..Keith. Hey..” you say kissing his face.

“Shit im so sorry. I didn’t mean-“

“Keith hon look.” You say holding out your arm as he sees a small scar you take his hand running his fingers along it as he feels the slightly raised device under your skin.

“I have an implant its okay.” You say reassuring him with kisses. He calms down as his hands snake around your waist pulling you back up into him you sit in his lap straddling him accident grinding against him.

His finger tips feel your body as they move down your gripping your ass getting a moan out of you. In embarrassment you bury your face into his neck.

“Keith..” you say he kisses your neck.

“Hmm?” He replies.

“Take me to the bedroom.” You reply.

He pulls you up higher on his waist and stands walking you both to the bedroom for round two.

#keith toshko #keith Toshko x reader smut #keith toshko x reader #Barbarian fanfic #barbarian smut fanfic

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Plead the Fifth

Summary: A little white lie lands you in hot water with your husband. Andy Barber x Black!Reader

Warnings: Daddy Kink, Cursing, Spanking, Light Fingering, Light Smut, Spiders, Marital Threats, Minors DNI

A/N: This is one of the stories I wrote in treatment. I hope you enjoy. Part of my Growing Pains Series. I look forward to everyone's feedback if you feel like giving it. All mistakes are my own.

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You’re in the middle of moving clothes from the washer to the dryer when you feel two brawny arms wrap themselves around your waist. God, your husband always smelled so good. Smiling, you pause your work so you can relax and rest your head against his chest.

“Well hello there, Mr. Barber.”

“Good evening, Mrs. Barber.” He whispers, his warm breath tickling the shell of your ear.

“You missed bedtime. I had to promise the kiddos that you’d read them two books each tomorrow to make up for not being able to tuck them in tonight. And trust me when I say that our little monsters are gonna hold you to it.” Turning yourself in his arms, you go to place your hands on his broad shoulders.

“Good deal.” Andy responds as he leans down to sweetly peck your mouth, which only serves to make you pout. You wanted more from your man, needed it even.

“Hey!” You playfully tug on the front of his shirt. “Gimme more kisses, damn it.” Instead of doing as you ask, his thumb goes to caress your lower lip.

“In a moment, baby. But first I need to know something.” His big hand moves to cup your cheek. You close your eyes and lean into his touch. “Was it worth it?”

“Was what worth it, Big Man?”

“Lying to me.” Your eyes fly open at his words.

“Whaa –? I didn’t lie to you!”

“Oh yeah?” You suddenly find yourself pinned against a nearby wall. “Then how about you go and grab the receipt from Monday’s visit to the dealership. You know, the one with a detailed printout of all the maintenance performed on your car. I’ll wait right here for you, sweetheart.”

You stare him down as your mind works overtime to conjure up some kind of plausible excuse to buy yourself some time. “Um, I’m not really sure what I did with it, but I bet I can call and have them, like, email me a copy or something…”

“Really, baby girl? Another lie?” Andy asks through narrowed eyes, his nostrils flaring slightly. “Look, I know it’s been a while, but you can’t have forgotten the consequences for lying to Daddy like this.” His sharp teeth go to nip at your pulse point as a hand trails its way down your spine to grab a healthy chunk of your ass.

Aww shit.

“So let’s try this again, shall we? Or do I need to play the voicemail I received from Jared at Newsome Lexus?” His other hand holds up his phone.

Fuck! You wouldn’t be in this mess if you hadn’t forgotten to call them back and reschedule your appointment when you’d decided to ditch your responsibilities.

“I plead the fifth.” You mutter.

“I’m afraid pleading the fifth isn’t an option in Andy’s Barber’s court, little girl. Now, either go get the paperwork or tell me the truth. And fair warning, Y/N, I’ve had a long day so the longer you keep this up, the shorter my patience gets.” Your husband gruffly informs you.

“Argh! Fine!” You huff. “I canceled the appointment the other day because I needed some “me time”, okay?” Andy’s blue gaze strays to mouth as the words leave your lips.

“Is that so?”

“Yes.” You shove at his chest. He grunts before grabbing your hands and holding them above your head, forcing you to stand on your tiptoes.

“That wasn’t very nice, baby. Now, explain.”

“Oh my God, Andy! I’ll reschedule the appointment, I swear!” You whine. All you wanted to do was finish this load of laundry and maybe watch a movie, preferably with your husband.

Assuming his grumpy ass was amenable to the idea. But with the way he was looking at you know, you were leaning towards probably not.

“You’re damned right you will. Because when I last looked, your check engine light was on, you probably need at least two new tires, and you’re past due for an oil change. Do we have an understanding?”

“Yes.” You respond, feeling agitated, which prompts the big man in front of you to raise one impatient brow.

“Yes what, Y/N?”

“Yes, Daddy.” You grumble, knowing full well what was coming next.

“Good girl.” Andy leans down to peck your lips again. “Finish up here and then meet me in my study so that we can finish this conversation. Please don’t keep me waiting.” And with that, he turns and disappears from sight.

Great. You think to yourself. Just fucking great.

Wanting to get the whole thing over with, you hurriedly throw the rest of the clothes in the dryer before following your husband down the hall, pausing once you’re standing outside his door.

“Come on in, Y/N.” He says when he notices you hovering. “Don’t be shy, baby girl. You know how this works with Daddy.”

Yes, you did. After almost fifteen years together you knew exactly how all this worked.

Nodding, you shut the door while Andy moves to pour himself a glass of scotch. And then you turn the lock so as to ensure that you would not be disturbed. Nodding, he takes a sip of his drink before motioning for you to turn and strip.

“I want you naked. After the day I’ve had, I think I deserve to look at a little beauty. Don’t you agree, sweet girl?” You suppress a shiver at his deep baritone.

Giving him your back, you pull off your shirt and sports bra before bending at the waist to bare your ass and slightly quivering pussy to your man’s heated gaze.

“Fucking gorgeous, baby.” Andy rasps, his intoxicating blue eyes unabashedly roving over every inch of your body. “Now c’mere. Come to Daddy.” He takes another sip of his bourbon and pats his lap.

“Can’t we please just skip this part and discuss it?”

“We can discuss this all you want once you’re over my knee. I can’t wait to hear all about my naughty little wife’s trip to the movies.”

You’re just about to get into position when his words register in your brain. “Wait. How did you know that I –”

“That you went to the movies instead of taking the car in for maintenance? I saw the charge when I was reviewing the Discover Card statement.” Your husband winks at you and then proceeds to tug you down so that you’re finally laying across his lap, his hard cock resting firmly against your belly. “What’d you go see?” He asks as one of his large hands begins to caress your curves.

“On the Devil’s Doorstep.” You reply, silently wishing that he would just get on with it.

“Well, I hope you enjoyed it. Your “me time”, I mean. Because you deserved it.”

Huh?

“I know how hard you work, taking care of me and the kids and the house. And then there’s the PTA and soccer practices, the freelancing when you can, and a ton of other shit. I see you, Y/N, and I’m grateful, but I can’t abide by the lying. So, you’re going to count these out for me and then tomorrow you and I are going to drop your car off at the shop. And –”

“But the kids –”

“Baby girl, I wasn’t finished.” Your upturned ass receives a sharp smack. “As I was saying, we’re taking the car to the shop, the kids are going to grandma’s, and when we’re through, you and I are gonna grab a bite to eat followed by a couple’s massage at The Lotus Flower.”

“But I thought I was in trouble?” One of your man’s talented hands slips between your thighs to briefly toy with your pussy. His fingers strum over your aching clit with expert precision, making you squirm.

“Oh, you are. But not because you went to the movies. You’re in trouble because you lied to me about the car. And that’s a big “no no”.” You can’t help but let out a whine when removes his fingers all together. Andy lets out a soft groan as he sucks the wet digits into his mouth. “So, you’re going to count these out for me, all twenty of ‘em. Miss one and I start over, you understand me little girl?”

“Yeah, yeah, okay. I – ouch!”

Smack!

Andy’s hard palm comes down hard three times on your unprotected bottom.

“I mean yes, Daddy. I’ll be a good girl for you and count, okay?”

And when you were through here, you were gonna dig out that bag of plastic spiders you’d been saving for Halloween and dump them all over his side of the bed. Your man’s panicked screams wouldn’t take the sting out of your ass, but they would make your soul smile.

“I’m glad. But you know, something is telling me that I might need to go back to spanking you more often, you cheeky little brat. What do you think?” He asks as he gently rubs your heated backside.

Spiders. All of the spiders were coming for Andrew Barber.

“No, thank you, Sir.”

“Alright, well, let’s see how well you take your punishment, hmm?”

Smack!

“Ungh! One!”

Another slap.

“Oooh! Two!” You feel your legs kick out.

One more smack. And then another.

“Three!” Aww fuck! “Four!” You eek out through gritted teeth.

“Ow! Ow! Five!”

“There we go, baby girl. Keep counting nice and loud for me.”

“Shit! Six!” You can feel the tears burning behind your eyes as they threaten to spill over.

Crack! Smack! Slap!

Yep. When this was all said and done, you were going to run to the nearest party supply store and buy every kind of fake spider they had. Then you’d hide them around the house so you could guarantee that your man would have a tiny heart attack everyday for the rest of the month. Fucking heavy handed, overbearing ogre.

Smack!

“Ten!”

Oh, yes. Spiders. All of the spiders were coming for Andrew Barber.

END

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[SSR] Tsuzuru | Everyone from the Minagi Family

I worked on this for quite a while and when I decided to post after it was done, I kept it in drafts because I realised a bit too late that someone already translated this :) Though, it's such a waste to discard the efforts I put in, so I'll post this as a practice.

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Midnight Crunch Time - Part 1

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*Director's default name as Izumi

―Hallway (Night)―

Izumi: Let’s see, what are the plans for today...

Hm? Did something just fell?

(This is... a photo of Minagi family? That means this belongs to Tsuzuru-kun.)

(I wonder if he’s in his room... Huh?)

―Balcony―

Tsuzuru: ......

Izumi: (Seems like he’s in the middle of doing his work. He’s so focused... Is it alright if I call him out?)

(I guess it’s fine since it’s just a photo.)

Hello, Tsuzuru-kun.

Tsuzuru: Oh, Director. What’s up?

Izumi: Sorry if I bother you. This photo is yours, right?

Tsuzuru: Hm? ...Ah! Yeah, that’s mine!

Izumi: I found it over there just now.

Tsuzuru: Argh, my bad. I didn’t even realize it fell.

Thank you, Director.

Izumi: That’s a nice photo you got there.

Tsuzuru: Kaoru came to my part-time work today. I got it from him then.

He also told me to send his regards to you.

Izumi: I’m glad to know he’s doing well.

Oh, how are Tadoru-san and Meguru-san doing?

Tsuzuru: They’ll be back from overseas at the end of this month. I’m planning on going home too.

Though, I doubt I’d be able to...

Izumi: Why’s that?

Tsuzuru: Truth is...

*flashback*

―Veludo Way (Night)―

Tsuzuru: Thanks, Kaoru.

Kaoru: Sorry for coming in out of the blue.

Tsuzuru: Well, I really didn’t expect for you to come.

Kaoru: I just happen to pass by chance, and I wanted to see you working.

Please send my regards to Director-san too.

Tsuzuru: Got it.

Kaoru: Oh right, I’ve been meaning to hand this to you.

Tsuzuru: ?

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Midnight Crunch Time - Part 2

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Kaoru: I printed out the photo that we took when you were back at home before.

Tsuzuru: Wow... We’ve been taking photos with phone lately and leaving them as they are, but it’s kinda nice to have a printed photo like this.

Kaoru: Right?

I guess the next time you come home is when Tadoru-oniichan comes home at the end of this month.

Tsuzuru: Right... I said something like that, didn’t I.

Kaoru: Meguru-oniichan said that he’ll show up at home then too.

Tsuzuru: End of the month, huh... The deadline for my assignments and my part-time work might overlap then...

Kaoru: That sounds tough. Don’t push yourself if you’re busy.

Tsuzuru: Yeah. Still, I wanna see you guys, so I’ll try to finish them as soon as I can.

Kaoru: Tadoru-oniichan and Meguru-oniichan wasn’t included in the photo from last time, so I hope we can get a photo with all of us together next time.

Tsuzuru: I hope so.

*flashback ends*

...And that’s why I might not have the time to go home.

Even so, I’ll do everything I can to show up, so I’m starting with what I can do for now.

Izumi: I see.

🌸CHOICE 1: Don’t push yourself too hard

Izumi: Don’t push yourself until you pass out like when you’re writing your script.

You’re too focused when you concentrate that you forgot to eat and sleep.

Tsuzuru: ...I’ll be fine. It’ll be all for nothing if I pass out.

Besides, writing script is something that I like to do, aside from the report.

🌸CHOICE 2: You’re very family oriented

Izumi: I see you’re very family oriented.

Tsuzuru: Hm, there were times I wanted to be alone when I’m at home, but...

I figured that living apart like this makes me miss them.

Izumi: Your house is very lively after all.

Tsuzuru: Well, the dorm isn’t that much different. They both are precious places to me.

I’ll keep writing more good stories as the playwright for MANKAI Company.

Izumi: Fufu, I’m looking forward to it.

―Dining Room (Night)―

Izumi: Our dinner tonight is Massaman Curry!

Chikage: The scent of the cardamom and coriander is nice.

Izumi: I got my hands on some good spices, so I tried using them.

Citron: Oriental aroma is wafting through the air~. It stimulates my appetite!

Masumi: Your curry is the best in the world...

Sakuya: What kind of curry is it?

Izumi: It’s a curry of chicken, potatoes, onions, and peanuts simmered in spices and coconut milk.

Sakuya: It's quite unique to have peanuts included! I’m excited to know what it tastes like.

Izumi: I made a lot, so you can have seconds!

Masumi: I’ll eat the whole pot until there’s nothing left...

Izumi: You don’t need to eat the pot too.

Chikage: The spices work well, and the ingredients are simmered soft and tender.

Itaru: You sound like a nagging food critic.

Chikage: The "nagging" part was unneeded.

Sakuya: It’s very delicious, Director!

Citron: It feels like I’m traveling in a foreign country~!

Izumi: Fufu, I’m glad you like it.

Tsuzuru: *yawns*

Citron: What a big yawn!

Izumi: Not enough sleep?

Itaru: Were you grinding for a game event all-night too?

Tsuzuru: I’m not the same as you. I’ve told you before that I’m trying to finish my report.

Chikage: College report?

Tsuzuru: Yes. Though, it’s not going smoothly because there’s a lot that I need to research...

Masumi: He stayed up late last night too.

Izumi: Really?

Sakuya: Are you okay, Tsuzuru-kun?

Tsuzuru: Well, I’ve got a lot of part-time work, so there’s not that much progress...

I need to concentrate on finishing it soon, or else I won’t be able to go home... I’ll get it done somehow.

Thank you for the food. I’m gonna head back to my room.

Izumi: I hope he’s not working too hard...

Sakuya: He looked really tired too.

Chikage: He’s a workaholic after all.

Citron: We’ll ‘curse’ him if he passes out! [1]

Izumi: ‘Nurse’, you mean.

Itaru: He’d get instant death if you do that with the way he is right now.

Sakuya: I hope his assignment goes well...

Izumi: I hope so too...

Masumi: ......

=====NOTES=====

[1] Original:

❌カンチョー / kanchō - The act of putting your fingers together in a pointy position and sticking them up somebody else's butt.

✅介抱 / kaihou - nurse / taking care of

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Midnight Crunch Time - Part 3

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―Room 102 (Night)―

Masumi: *zzz...*

Tsuzuru: *yawns*

...It’s never-ending.

(My shoulders are stiff, and my eyes hurt too...)

I’m so tired... Oh, it’s already that late?

*yawns*

(...Guess I’ll take a nap.)

*snores*

Masumi: ......

Tsuzuru: Mm...

(Shoot, I overslept...)

Hm? A blanket...?

(There’s even a jelly drink...)

(I doubt anyone would come into the room in the middle of the night like this.)

(So that means...)

Masumi: *zzz...*

Tsuzuru: ...Thanks, Masumi.

Alright, let’s wrap this up with one final push.

ーHallway (Day)ー

Izumi: Oh, Tsuzuru-kun. Good morning.

Tsuzuru: Good morning.

Izumi: How’s your assignment going?

Tsuzuru: I think I’ll make it in time.

Izumi: That’s great. Sounds like you can finally go home now.

Tsuzuru: Yeah, I’m also glad that I can adjust my part-time shifts.

And here, look... I got this from Masumi.

Izumi: A jelly drink...? He brought you a refreshment?

Tsuzuru: Seems like it. It was on my desk while I was napping.

Izumi: The way he didn’t give it to you in person is very Masumi-like.

Tsuzuru: Right?

I never thought that Masumi, who used to argue with me a lot when I first joined the troupe, would come to support me like this.

Izumi: ...You’re right. Both of you have such a great relationship.

Tsuzuru: Well, he's like a cute little brother now, just like Sakuya.

Masumi: ...You’re too close with Director, Tsuzuru.

Tsuzuru: Oh, Masumi.

Izumi: Good morning, Masumi-kun.

Masumi: Good morning. You’re very cute today too.

Izumi: Ahaha... You sure are lively too.

Tsuzuru: Hey, Masumi.

Masumi: ...What?

Tsuzuru: You’re the one who left this for me, right?

I finished my report without a hitch thanks to it.

Masumi: ...Director was worried, so.

Tsuzuru: Thanks.

Masumi: So annoying. I want headpats from Director herself, not you.

Tsuzuru: Yeah, yeah.

Masumi: ...I told you to stop it. I’m not a dog.

Tsuzuru: Come on, isn’t it fine?

Masumi: No, it’s not.

Izumi: (It’s so heart-warming to see that both of them are like real brothers.)

Story Clear!

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My, my, could that be that Clavis has caused some trouble again? Read on to find out!

Now, the real question is... Who else sent us postcards? Are there any connections between them? What misadventures befell them? Well, there's only one way to find out -- stay tuned!

Best wishes from the crew of IFE.

Transcriptions below the cut.

My sweetest darling,

I can almost imagine your face when you see this “postcard”, and the smile that appears on it the moment you realise I was the one who sent it. Haha, you did not expect that, did you? But rest assured, wherever I go, the only woman I think about is you. I am a gentleman, after all, and I have some heads to investigate here.

To think that you can fly now! Isn’t that delightful! Although, I must say, the flight was a bit dull. I had to entertain myself by thinking about what my brothers may be doing, ah.

Yes. I’ve lost them at the “airport”. Unthinkable, isn’t it? Hahaha, I hope their trips went as planned.

Forever yours,

Clavis Lelouch

As per my promise, I, Yves Kloss, the Fifth Prince of Rhodolite, have sent you a postcard. Under normal circumstances, it would be unthinkable for a man of my standing to go out of his way to message a commoner… So you better be happy and save it!!

Although… It isn’t from Egypt, like I told you it would be… Argh, it’s all Clavis’ fault! He lost us all on purpose! Knowing my luck, I probably ended up the furthest away from all of them…

But it’s my brothers who are missing out! I’ve been having a great time in Japan! Everybody has been very polite to me so far. Tokyo is quite bustling, but I found a nice café to rest at. They asked me to work there and surely, their dessert menu could be improved… Do you think I’d also have to wear a maid uniform if I accepted?

Have fun holidays! That’s an order from the Fifth Prince himself!!

Yves Kloss

Dear Little Rabbit,

How do you like your holidays? I must say, I felt offended on your behalf when I’ve learnt the Rhodolitian Princes left you behind. It is rather inconsiderate of them to enjoy their time while you’re lonely and defenseless, no? I shudder thinking about all the things that could happen were you to lose your way back home… Just thinking, of course.

Is the work hard on you? I can’t imagine your bookshop being particularly busy now that everybody endeavours to travel. Nonetheless, performing the same tasks, locked inside until this lovely weather is all but gone, does seem exhausting. I personally wouldn’t be able to stand it.

You’d think I’ve forgotten, but I never forget about my dear friends: thank you for your book recommendations. I did grow fond of the authors you’ve mentioned. It so happens that soon they shall visit the Royal Palace of Obsidian, so I intend to meet them personally. Should I tell them a word from you? Such opportunities are quite hard to come by, but as your ally, I’d gladly fulfil any requests you may make.

Your faithful friend,

Gil

You won’t believe where I am, but first things first: have you heard from Yves? I’ve lost him at the second airport. You’d think it’d be loud enough there for me to read the guide, but… You can tell what happened from there on.

That aside, you never told me how beautiful the sky is from up close! Although flying itself is so-so, the food’s like something Clavis could come up with. I ended up in Tanzania. This really is a different world, isn’t it? I don’t exactly know the local languages, but everybody’s been real nice. They even offered to take me on a trip.

I will see you soon,

Leon

PS:

Hahaha, lions ARE fast.

I’m fine.

Leon

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digital-corruption · 1 year

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Unrecognisable Epilogue

I suppose if you're happy with how things finished, you don't need to read this part. This is for those wanting that bit more. ;)

Three years past and though I was given a new identity in a no-name town in the dead middle of the United States, my past still haunted me. There were memories I just couldn’t get over and to make matters worse, I couldn’t tell anyone about them. My own therapist didn’t even know. Try getting therapy when you can’t even talk about the reason you’re there. All she was allowed to know was that I was drugged and forced to participate in a horrific torture and that was just one of the many reasons I had a new identity.

Of course that meant I wasn’t allowed to get in contact with anyone from my past life, not my friends here or overseas, and not even my own family. I don’t even know what they were told. Did they think I was dead? Does that mean there was a funeral? Did anyone even show? Or did they all think I was still on the run? Dan would’ve told the others that I was apprehended at least. I just hoped they didn’t think I was ghosting them by choice. Damn, I missed talking to them so much.

And it went both ways. No one told me how Jake was doing. If he was improving and getting better. If he was healing. It probably didn’t matter. Agent West said Jake was never going to see the outdoors again. They used the incident with Richy to ensure the court ordered he stay in that facility. Argh, he must be so pissed at me. I know what it looked like, and it looked like I dumped him at the facility and fled, giving him up at the first threat that came my way. Though I don’t know what he expected when he put all that money into my account. Of course it was going to look bad for me!

My new “friends” tried to help me adjust to my new home, but this new life didn’t fit me. It felt like I was wearing someone else’s clothes, squatting in their house, working their dead-end job, telling their made-up story, with nothing but fake friendships. I had absolutely nothing of my past or anything that made me me. The FBI, for all their promises of a normal life again, failed to deliver on every aspect. Everything was empty and meaningless.

One cold evening in the middle of December I sat in a casual restaurant with yet another of my friend’s well-meaning blind dates. This date was telling me his entire life story at length and I think I was meant to find it impressive. He rattled off his high school and university accomplishments. I know he told me what he did for a living, but I forgot as soon as he told me. It wasn’t his fault, really. He had the appearance of a clean, well-adjusted individual with a decent salary. As usual though, he bored me. I could almost predict his every sentence.

“Gosh, I’ve been talking about myself all night,” he laughed. “What about you? Tell me something about yourself.”

“Um, I don’t know,” I shrugged while pushing the remains of my dinner around my plate.

“Oh come on, Sharon! You look like a woman’s that lived a little!” he smiled.

Christ, that name makes my skin crawl.

“What’s the craziest thing you’ve ever done?” he pushed.

I’m not sure you’re ready for that answer, buddy.

“Uh, I think I might have trashed a room once when I was drunk,” I said in a low voice.

Well, that’s sort of true.

“We all have our stories, don’t we?” he mused. “Ok then. Let me ask you this, do you like to travel?”

“I did,” I slipped.

“You did?” he asked confused. “What happened? Drank some bad water?”

“Uh, no. It’s just… it’s just I can’t anymore,” I admitted.

“What are you talking about? Sure you can!” he exclaimed.

I stuck my leg out from underneath the table and lifted my pant leg to reveal my unique ankle wear, “No, I can’t. Not unless you call going to the state border ‘travel’.”

His face turned white, “How badly did you trash that room?”

I shoved my leg back under the table and picked up my glass of wine. I chugged the remaining half in one go before responding, “Depends who you ask, really. I’d argue not enough.”

“But it’s a temporary thing, right?” he leant back in his seat.

I could see in his face he was already trying to distance himself from me. I felt there was no point holding back anymore.

You don’t have the balls, do you, to handle the whole package?

“Oh no, I’m permanently on the no-fly list, John,” I boasted.

“It’s Tom. And for what, trashing a room?” Tom looked at me bewildered.

“No, for fornicating with a known terrorist in that said room. Well, penthouse really,” I chuckled. “Apparently that makes me a terrorist too.”

Jo- Tom’s face went white.

Knew it! Another one bites the dust!

“You know what, it was a pleasure to meet you, but I just remembered I forgot to feed my cats. I’m sure they’ve torn up my apartment by now,” Tom lied. He stood up, pulled out a fifty and threw it onto the table. “Good night. It was, uh, it was a pleasure meeting you.”

I watched as he hastily left the restaurant, then glanced back at the fifty. I wished I could say I was surprised, but nearly every date ended up this way. As soon as they heard ‘terrorist’, they were gone. It was like nothing I said or did mattered. I was a marked woman. It was better to get rid of them quickly though rather than let any emotions build up. This way no one got hurt in the process. Especially me.

Soon the waitress came around with the bill and gave me a sympathetic look. I shoved cash into the folder, and she returned to take it to the register. While she was getting me my change, I put down an ample tip for the staff that night. I didn’t want them thinking they had anything to do with it.

Bundling myself up for the brisk night, I exited the restaurant onto the street. As a flurry of snow had just started it was almost a picturesque scene. The small town street was lined with the small shops and streetlamps decorated for the holidays. Couples walked hand-in-hand everywhere, which made the sting of loneliness hurt even harder than usual. Glancing across the road I swear I saw someone watching me in the shadow between the streetlamps, but after a couple walked past me, the silhouette was gone. I shook my head and decided my mind was playing games with me again.

Pulling up my coat’s hood, I slowly made my way down the road towards the parking lot on the corner. People brushed past me as if I didn’t even exist, which pissed me off more than usual. When the next asshole refused to move to the side, I threw my shoulder into them. The couple gave me angry looks and asked what my problem was. While I considered where to begin, they walked off.

My phone buzzed to let me know my “friend” Carmen had messaged me.

Carmen: ?

Sharon: No. More. Dates.

Carmen: That bad? 😩

Carmen: Damn, I thought he was really promising.

Carmen: Well, forget him.

Carmen: I just met some of my boyfriend’s cousins and WOW 🤩

Carmen: And SINGLE! 😱

Suddenly my phone rang and “FBI” appeared in the middle of my screen. I was so surprised, I stared at it confused for a few rings before accepting the call.

“Agent Kilmer. Or are we Bale today?” I teased.

“MC, this is serious. Yesterday we received word from our associates in Germany that Jake broke out four days ago,” he said abruptly.

“And you’re only telling me now because?” I frowned.

“Look, I’m as pissed as you are. The hospital failed to report his disappearance. We only know because last night Interpol detected his presence in Heathrow,” Agent West sighed. “Then in Newark this morning.”

I had just turned the corner and could see my car at the back of the lot, but I stopped dead in my tracks. Every hair on my body stood on end. Sure, the air was cold, but my blood was colder. Even though the lot was empty, I knew I wasn’t alone.

“MC, please do not go out tonight. Lock up tight and do not answer the door for anyone. I am sending a squad to keep 24-hour surveillance on you,” Agent West explained.

Slowly I stepped towards my car. The light layer of snow melted beneath my feet. There weren’t any tracks leading to my car, but that’s not where he was. I knew someone was following my every footstep, stepping where I had stepped so he didn’t leave any evidence.

“Don’t worry about it, Agent West,” I tried to keep my voice calm. “And I want to thank you for all your service for this country.”

“MC! Get out of there!” he screamed over the phone.

I hung up and handed it to the person standing behind me. He took my phone and dropped it on the ground, then smashed it underneath his boot. I took out my keys and turned to face my stalker.

“You can drive,” I smiled as I held out the keys.

His face was nearly completely obscured by his hood and mask, but I could see the glimmer of his eyes. They contained no malice.

“First thing’s first,” Jake crouched down in front of me and gestured to my ankle. “No one shackles you-”

“But you?” I mused.

Jake didn’t respond; he looked up at me stoically. I lifted my pant leg so my ankle tracker was accessible for him. Jake took my foot and rested it onto his knee. Feeling off balance. I reached out and held his shoulder. He didn’t flinch. Instead Jake pulled out his handheld device to deactivate the RFID. Then he took out a couple of picks from his backpack and had the lock undone within seconds. I watched in amazement as the bane of my existence for the past few years dropped to the ground so effortlessly.

Before I could pull my foot away, Jake held my calf with one hand, keeping it in place. He pulled his mask down with his other hand, then ran it up my thigh before pressing his face into my leg to inhale my scent.

“Fuck, I missed you,” he closed his eyes briefly.

“You’re not mad?” I asked nervously.

“Mad? No! If anything, I am thankful. If it wasn't for you, I would never have entered that facility. Dr. Cumming's help has been tremendous. Everything is so much clearer now,” he answered honestly.

“But I told the FBI where you were,” I admitted.

“You did what you had to do to survive,” he smiled. “It was as I had intended.”

“Wait, framing me, that was part of your plan too?” I frowned.

“You would never willingly give me up to protect yourself, so I made sure you had a push in the right direction,” he shrugged. “Don’t worry about the money though. They couldn’t find the rest of it.”

“Jake, I can’t do this again,” I sighed.

“Have your feelings for me changed?” he narrowed his eyes.

“I do still have feelings for you, I just… I just want a quiet life now,” I explained. “One where I don’t have to look over my shoulder every second.”

“You don’t have to look over your shoulder because I’m here now, watching your back,” he argued. “Anyway, what about our plan of going where they can’t reach us.”

“That money you stole…” I thought out loud. “You stole all that so we could flee?”

“I have a nice place picked out. It’s not a deserted island, but very few people live on it and they’ll never bother us. It’ll be like they don’t even exist,” he grinned. “I would like to show it to you, if you would have me.”

Absolutely speechless, I watched as Jake lowered my foot back onto the ground, then bent over to kiss my boots.

“I’m at your mercy, MC,” he kept his head down and waited for me to act. “I no longer carry the weight that tortured me all those years ago.”

“To be honest,” my voice shook. “I missed you, Jake. This world, this life, is so empty and so fake. Everything is meaningless. I feel so dead inside. Yet looking at you now, my heart beats again.”

Jake stood up and stepped within inches of me. I could feel his warm breath on my lips. I wanted nothing but for him to devour me right then and there and become lost in him again. Where my mind faltered, my body instinctively raised my hand and handed the keys of my car to him.

“Take me there, Jake,” I mumbled.

“To the island?” he questioned.

“To your world and throw away the key,” I rubbed the tip of my nose teasingly against his.

Jake smiled and lowered his lips to meet mine. Instantly the flame of my cold heart had been reignited. His tenderness was soon replaced with a primal hunger. He pushed me back against my car door and pressed his body into mine. His hands ran up and down my body, unable to decide where to rest as he wanted all of me. Parting my lips, I let him into my mouth and he took my breath away. I melted into a puddle before him. By the time he pulled away, I lost the ability to think straight.

“Let’s go before they try to stop us,” he smiled.

And so on that cold December evening, we vanished into the night. The next day, the FBI would discover my abandoned car on the side of the road over 300 miles away, but that was the last they found of us. They had assumed Jake killed me out of revenge and ditched my body somewhere deep in the forest. All the while we were living on a small island in the Caribbean where they would never find us.

A/N: Thank you everyone for reading, liking and commenting on this incredibly long journey! Your support leaves me speechless! ❤️ Now for some bright, happy rainbows and unicorns! 🤣

#duskwood #duskwood fanfiction #duskwood jake x mc #duskwood jake #unrecognisable fanfic

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asumofwords · 7 months

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I literally just told Vic, aemondsbabygirl, that I miss your fics, can’t wait until you start dropping some of your requests 😈 especially mine

Just to get on and see you talking about LOKI!!!! Girl, I’m gunna screammmmmm 🥵🥵🥵🥵 I’m so excited to see more Loki fics, especially if you’re gunna write them, you have no idea

EEEEE THANK YOU!!!! Argh I miss writing too!! I’ve just had the most hectic time with work lately that I haven’t found the time, but I have the ideas, don’t you worry! Hehehe

I’ve been meaning to write for Loki for YEARS

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Sunsets and footballers (Part 69)

Jordan Nobbs x Leah Williamson (12)

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Immediately following Part 65 with Leah and Jordan.

((**Sorry for the lack of posting. Life and... procrastination getting in the way. I'll try to post more, starting with smaller chapters. Much love! Jae.**))

Leah POV

Leah woke to excited kisses on her face, expressed with an overeager tongue. She chuckled herself awake as Blu attacked her in a way she hadn’t experienced in a while. She turned her head away but he persisted.

“Alright, alright, I’m up Blu.” She said, sitting from where she’d been lying in YFN’s bed. They’d almost fallen asleep on the couch, but her cramps and Jordan’s empathetic looking after her had kept them awake until the end of the movie. They’d both reluctantly parted ways, but at least she was allowed to stay over. She took the win with that.

“You’re such a pain, you are,” she teased as she pet Blu. He rolled onto his back, his short legs bent as he offered his belly for her to rub. He always did love belly rubs. “Argh, I missed you.” She groaned into his belly as she kissed him.

She heard footsteps in the kitchen and yelled out. “Did you send him in here?!”

Jordan poked her head into the room with a smirk. She was always so happy in the mornings, no matter how tired she may have felt. “Well he couldn't reach the door handle by himself, Lea.”

“You little sneak,” she replied with a grin.

“Breakfast?”

“Yes please, I’ll be out in a minute.”

She shrugged. “Take your time, the shower is right there. It’ll be good for your body…”

For her endo.

Leah nodded in a grateful agreement from where she was half-sitting up, still rubbing Blu’s belly. “Thanks Jord.”

She showered making sure to soak in the warm water and when she returned to YFN’s bedroom, a few of Leah’s old clothes were on the bed. Clothes she hadn’t seen in over a year. Her heart sunk knowing that Jordan had kept them this entire time. She put her old clothes on and smelled them. It smelled like the laundry liquid they use to use when they lived together in London. She made her way out to the kitchen where Jordan was plating up breakfast.

“Good timing! I was just finishing,” she smiled and then paused with the spatula in her hand at the question on Leah’s face. She sighed. “I couldn’t bring myself to throw them out. I have a few more of your clothes if you’d like me to pack them up for you.”

The offer made her heart sink even further. “No… no you keep them.” She replied quickly and then followed up with an excuse. “I mean, who knows, I might need them for another sleepover if I’m lucky.”

“If you’re lucky,” she murmured as her attention went back to plating up the food. Leah couldn’t help but see the satisfied look on her face from her answer though – like she wanted to keep her clothes.

They sat at the dining room table.

“Oh, I forgot the cutlery,” Jordan said as she put their plates down.

“I’ve got it.” Leah collected the silverware from the kitchen and was about to return as Blu hopped excitedly towards her. Seeing him so eager to play with her and actually remember her was everything to Leah. She faked a jump towards him and then ran around the kitchen counter, Blu in pursuit with his tiny legs. Jordan laughed amusedly from the table.

“He’s actually catching me!” Leah exclaimed.

“He’s gotten quicker!”

She let him chase her around the island a few times until Blu began to wear out and that’s when she let him catch her. She faked falling down and he leapt on her with more kisses. It was perfect.

She sat up and kissed and pet him as if making up for lost time. “I really, really missed him.” She admitted. Leah was always stoic, always had her emotions in check. Only with Jordan had she ever properly opened up, and for the past year, she’d closed that emotional side out to deal with not having her around. And so it was hard for her to open up, to admit her feelings, to admit she missed him and Jordan and their life, but she did it because she trusted that her vulnerable self would be safe with her. It always had been, even before they were together.

“Do you want to see him more?” Jordan asked. Leah looked up from her place on the ground. What exactly was she offering?

“I’d like to see you both more.”

“I’d like that too, but Lea, I… I need time.”

Jordan was sticking up for herself. She was proud of her.

“I know, Jord. Take as much time as you need – I’m here to stay. Whatever you want, whatever you need.”

Jordan played with the eggs on her plate. “It’s a bit harder now that we’re in different cities…”

Leah knew she was looking for reassurance. “YFN and Lucy do just fine in different countries.”

“They’ve been through a lot in a small amount of time,” she sighed, suddenly empathetic for them. Jordan was always the one who felt more and wasn’t afraid to show it. “Lucy messaged me this morning. She’s organising a surprise party for YFN’s birthday.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, she sort of threw out the idea of us both going to London today to meet up with them.”

“YFN won’t be suspicious? It is a ‘surprise’ party, right?”

“Yeah, but Lucy has worked it so she’ll be busy all day with players and things, which will give her a chance to chat to them all while she’s distracted. Something about us going into the Lumos office?”

“Oh, she was saying she had that pencilled in for this week sometime… wait, was it Lucy who invited the girls over to their house last night?”

Jordan smirked. “Yeah, she’s so sneaky. She had a few of the girls ask YFN about interviews and photos, and then suggest today because it’s everyone’s day off after the matches yesterday.”

“The confidence of that woman. How sneaky,” she agreed.

“I think she has to be to avoid YFN finding out. She’s really good at picking up on things,” she smiled at her plate.

Leah wondered at her expression. “Do you miss her being around?”

Jordan nodded. “Yeah, but I know London is best for her right now. I do wonder if she’ll come back to Birmingham and live when she’s healed. I hope she does. She’s really good to be around. She makes me a better person, and she’s always there for me.” She cleared her throat as if she’d opened up too much. Her eyes met Leah’s and just as quickly flickered away.

“What about your birthday?” Leah murmured. It was also coming up soon, just a week after YFN’s.

“It’s a joint birthday that Lucy is planning. She knows YFN and I would both love that. And I’m not too fussed on surprises…”

Jordan distracted herself by pushing the food around her plate, though Leah knew that look on her face. She was turning 31 and didn’t want to admit how it made her feel.

Leah reached out hesitantly and laid her hand over Jordan’s. She paused her actions and stared at their hands, smiling smally. They both knew what it meant.

“Lea… do you want to go to Lumos today with me?”

“Yeah… yeah alright,” Leah chuckled nervously, not expecting the offer. More time with Jordan.

“I’ll text YFN…” Jordan said as she withdrew her hand and typed the message.

“Do you have training tomorrow? You can stay the night if you’d like.”

Their eyes met and they both spoke without words. Were they ready for that? Another night together? Should she stay at Lucy and YFN’s or Katie and Caitlin’s instead? Would it be too much to be in Leah’s apartment again? Jordan’s phone dinging broke their thoughts.

“Oh… it’s a pet party. She going to do a whole lot of interviews with everyone’s dogs and cats. She asked if we could bring Blu-” Jordan said, ending the sentence abruptly at the face that she said ‘we could bring Blu’ and not ‘I could bring Blu.’ Leah felt like her heart was simultaneously healing, and feeling like it might explode all at once. Jordan looked up at her. “Can Blu stay too?”

Leah was nodded before she ended the sentence. “Of course he can. I think we should bring one of his little outfits to wear for the interview too.”

“Well we do want him to be comfy, right?” She teased.

Leah did the dishes while Jordan packed her overnight bag and clothes for the interview. During that time, YFN had called for an ETA, and during the conversation had offered for Lucy and YFN to drop Jordan at her house on their way through to Manchester the next day, to save Jordan the drive. She sounded a bit flustered with the last minute chaos that was unknowingly instigated by Lucy, but she tended to work quickly and efficiently, so they both knew the call was because she didn’t have time to text.

“See you two soon! Love you!”

They packed the car, moving symbiotically like they used to. Leah packed YFN’s things, Jordan packed her clothes, Leah went back for Blu and his things while Jordan did another once over through the apartment to make sure nothing was left behind or left on. Then, they were on their way. Leah’s country music began to play through the speakers and she was caught unawares, fiddling with the buttons to change it. Jordan caught her fingers with her own.

“It’s okay, I miss this.” She smiled as she let her fingers stroke Leah’s reassuringly before letting go. Her skin felt it was tingling and she immediately wanted her to touch her again. The sudden closeness wasn’t at all unwelcome, though it did make Leah nervous in the best possible way. She had three more hours in a car with Jordan and another night together in her London apartment. The thought made her smile as they began to talk.

They drove straight to Leah’s apartment, only stopping once for Blu along the way, though he was good as usual and slept for most of the drive. It had been just like it was when they were together, though this time, Leah appreciated Jordan more. The way she spoke about things she loved, the way she misunderstood jokes, the way she sung, and way that she laughed. She despised herself for ever taking Jordan’s company for granted.

The worried tension that Leah held in her shoulders eased also, her not having realised that she’d been so on her game to make sure she didn’t make a mistake with her. Now it was back to the good old days. Just the two of them.

Leah drove them straight to her apartment where they unpacked and got changed for the media. She noticed Jordan trying to hide the fact that she was looking around to see if anything changed but it hadn’t. Leah made sure she’d kept her apartment the exact same as when they’d both furnished and rearranged it together. It never felt like home without her and so it made sense to her to keep it the same.

They arrived at Lumos to a car park ridiculously packed, with several cars they noticed. Someone guided them in and as soon as Leah had parked, they both looked at each other as if to say ‘what have we gotten ourselves into?’

A Lumos worker greeted them and led them to the entrance. They followed the sound and found the large, main room full of office desks there, though nobody was working. Everybody was standing, drinks in hands and food being walked around. It was like an office party. A very large office party. Since when did they have so many employees?

Many heads turned towards them, some they knew and some they didn’t, though none of the Lumos staff or players managed to beat Jen Beattie to the pair.

“O Captain, my Captain,” she grinned as she approached. “Jordy! How are you?”

Jen took them both into a hug at the same time and Leah enjoyed being pushed up against Jordan, her arm coming around her and lightly pressing her back. She looked down and saw her little smirk.

The three split as Beth shouted her way over.

“Hello you two! Y’alright?” She grinned and let Jordan know how much she missed her with a hug. “Has anyone give you the rundown?”

“No…” Jordan admitted.

Beth gave Jen a look.

“Hey, I barely had time for a hug before you smashed your way over.”

Beth took in a deep breath as if to prepare herself for a speech. “Alright well these are the offices and conference rooms, that one up the end is YFN’s but I don’t think she’s seen it yet… the company did it as a surprise but she’s been so bloody busy that I think Lucy rolled her right past it,” they laughed at the idea of Lucy pushing her wheelchair past it knowing how embarrassed she would have been, “and everybody is downstairs in the studio, so we’ll head down there.. everyone’s been waiting for you two you know! Let’s go!” She started walking. “Oh and the wall…” she pointed to the large purple wall covered in signatures made with yellow markers. Players upon players.

“…that’s so cool…” Jordan interrupted. Leah agreed. It was definitely something.

“…yeah YFN wants everyone to sign it so you can do that when you get back but for now let’s just go find the woman of the hour.”

Leah and Jen rolled their eyes at each other and laughed at Beth overeager as per usual. They followed her towards the music blaring from the basement not knowing what to expect, though whatever they expected couldn’t have exactly prepared them for the chaos of the Lumos content studio and the amount of players that were there.

“Oh… shit.” Jordan said with wide eyes as she reached out and clutched onto Leah's hand.

#woso #womens football #woso community #woso fanfics #woso imagine #woso soccer #engwnt #lionesses #woso x reader #arsenal women #aston villa women #jordan nobbs #leah williamson

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onlyswan · 4 months

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ART!! did you miss me? i’m sorry it’s been so long! i finally got around to reading some of your more recent drabbles and gosh i really so love iw!couple so much, their love is unmatched 🥰

ugh i knew the rest of the tannies were leaving soon but seeing all 4 of them go at once was kind of a lot to process ): alas, ik the years will fly by before they come back 🥺 i miss them a lot and i wish nothing but the best for them, always. idk when it will fully hit me that they’re all gone, but i do know that i feel very emo and it’s only been like 2 days 😭 what even is time?

BUT i’m here to update u on my life! after being a recent graduate & (f)unemployed for like 6+ months, i’m FINALLY starting my new job on monday! i’ll be working in retail and it’s right before christmas/the end of the year so my anxious, introverted self will be slightly overwhelmed, but the bag will be sooo worth it. EEE but exciting nonetheless! and i’ve gotten some early christmas presents already. wow what a year it has been and i can’t believe it’s coming to an end so soon o:

i hope you’re well, art! i try to keep up with your page every now and then but life gets very hectic, as we all know. i’ll be on the lookout for your next drabble!

until then, please take care and happy holidays 🫂

- cats&soup anon

MY CATS&SOUP ANONIE! of course i missed you 🥹 but i’m so happy to hear that you’re doing well and you’re excited about starting a new job! i hope you will be surrounded by very good people and it doesn’t give you too much troubles hehe. i’m so proud of you !!! 🩵🫂

argh i know this year felt so long but also at the same time i’m weirded out that it’s already ending? 😭 but that only means seokjin is coming home soon so we already have something to look forward to in 2024 to relieve the pain of missing the others so much 🥺

hehe thank you for making the time to read them! :") i hope you love the new drabble too T_T and life has been so hectic for me too so i totally understand! nevertheless i hope you never forget to take care of yourself 🫂 mwahmwah

#art’s post office ☁️#cats&soup anon

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Case 1 - The missing precious thing

[AO3 VERSION HERE!!]

It wasn’t the first time Ken had been called by Koushiro to do some digimon-related affairs. This was mostly sort of a part-time job, either investigating a digimon case and collecting data… Or simply small tasks like escorting digimon who got lost in the human world back to the Digital World. And some battles caused by misunderstandings between humans and digimon, of course.

He had been doing this since he changed sides, and turned back into his true self. The Dark Seed in his neck was just there dormant… Yet, being the reminder to never be taunted by the dark forces again.

“Let’s see…” Ken mused, reciting what Meramon had told him, “He lost an important ‘thing’ and can't find it…”

“Argh!” Daisuke growled in distress, “We’re not goin’ to find that ‘thing’!! WE LOOKED EVERYWHERE IN THIS PLACE!”

Currently, Wormmon and V-mon were searching in silence, just listening to their partners.

“Easy, Daisuke,” Then V-mon looked at the boys, “I think the ‘thing’ is…”

“Hmm…”

“Hey Ken, stop ‘hmm’ at us!” Daisuke complained, looking into the bushes, “Now help us to search! You’re just standing right there doing NOTHING and leavin’ all the hard work for us!”

“Actually… I know where this ‘thing’ is,” Ken responded with a deadpan face.

“YOU KNOW WHERE IT IS!?” Wormmon, V-mon and Daisuke exclaimed together loudly.

“Yes,” the boy nodded, “Let’s go back.”

“????????”

They returned to the place they were before, the one where Meramon was waiting for them. Ken stood in front of Meramon and cleaned his throat.

“Did you find my precious ‘thing’?” Meramon asked, frowning.

“Yes,” Ken replied with a nod, and then looked behind Meramon. Something shining a few meters away from the digimon was spotted by the boy. The other three looked in the same direction when Ken pointed at it, “It’s right there.”

“W-WHA-WHA-WHA-WHAT!?”

“OH! IT’S IT! MY PRECIOUS PASTA FORK! THANK YOU, CHOSEN CHILDREN!!” Meramon smiled with a glee, and went to pick his precious treasure.

“HOW?! WE LOOKED EVERYWHERE AND IT WAS THERE ALL THIS WHOLE TIME!?” Daisuke hissed, then gave a glare to Ken, “AND YOU DID NOT TELL US BEFORE!?”

“Meramon only said ‘precious thing’, remember? So we didn’t know what it was” Wormmon replied.

“We’re next to an Italian Restaurant in the Digital World,” Ken started, “so I wondered if it was the lone fork behind Meramon.”

“Next time I need action!” V-mon pouted, “Finding lost things is boring! I’m a man of action, I want to fight bad guys!!”

“Y’know… I like how things are a little peaceful lately” Daisuke commented, “I can come here and enjoy life a little… And then get an S.O.S. call to stop some misunderstanding between a Monochromon and a Pagumon.”

“Case solved, let’s go home” Ken walked back to the Digital Gate, holding Wormmon in his arms. Daisuke and V-mon went right after them.

It’s 6 years after their final showdown against Vamdemon. Daisuke, Takeru and Hikari were attending the same high school, while Miyako and Ken attended other two schools respectively, and Iori was at the final grade of the iconic yet nostalgic Odaiba Jr. High School. Despite them not going to the same school anymore, all six kept together and their bonds became stronger year by year.

The group gathers at a karaoke room when they need to discuss stuff, or get orders from Koushiro or any other senior.

It was one of those days when…

“EVERYONE!” Daisuke slammed his hands on the table from their usual karaoke room, calling everyone’s attention to him and V-mon, “I’VE BEEN WONDERING IF Y’ALL DON’T WANNA FORM A SPECIAL UNIT-OR-CLUB WITH ME!”

“A… Special unit-or-club?” They all repeated, except for V-mon who was already mimicking Daisuke’s moves.

“Yeah!” V-mon nodded, “A special unit!”

“For what?” Miyako raised an eyebrow, “Where did you get this idea? Aren’t we already some kind of one?”

“Uh…”

“No, it’s not like that!” Daisuke interrupted V-mon, “I really mean embracing your detective inside ourselves!! Helping people! Like in these TV shows I was watch--”

“You’re trying to make us solve mysteries and murder cases now…” Tailmon sighed, “How many of those fictional stories had you watched…”

“... Just a tokusatsu series, D※k※ranger…” Daisuke wavered a little, touching his index fingers together.

“I see” Takeru nodded sagely, “This is why you have a D※k※Red keychain on your school briefcase…”

“Anyway, please let’s form one!” Daisuke begged them with a bow, slamming his head on the table, “O-OUCH!” V-mon also did the same, but in silence.

“Hmm…” Ken, Hikari and Iori were thoughtful, as if they were analyzing the idea.

“I say let’s do it” Takeru broke the silence and grinned, “Miyako-san said we’re already doing it but maybe we could make it a little more fancy.”

“Fancy?” Hawkmon repeated “Could you define ‘fancy’ in this scenario, please?”

“Matching uniforms”

“We’re not a fictional show though,” Tailmon said.

“But it would be fun, dagya… Right Iori?”

“Matching outfits…” Iori mused in a whisper, and a very terrifying image popped in his head. He just muttered, “No matching outfits, please.”

“But if you’re going to have color codes, maybe you should decide which color Ken is!” Patamon shrugged, “His digivice is black and gray, but his crest is purple-pink, his Digimental is pink, his digivice when Jogress activated is green and blue. Pick one color please?”

“Oh? And how about Takeru-san?” Wormmon squinted his eyes at Patamon, “His crest is yellow, but his digivice is green, and his digimental is orange!”

“HEY, STOP RIGHT THERE!” Daisuke interrupted everyone by screaming on the karaoke room’s microphone, then talked normally “No matching outfits, no color codes. Just let’s form a squadron specialized in solving mysteries! Digimon mysteries! That’s all.”

“So… Investigating digimon cases…” Hikari finally spoke.

“Yep. You can wear what you want to, any color you want to. That’s not a cosplay group.”

“If that’s so… I agree with the idea” Hikari smiled, “How about you, Miyako-san?”

“Hmm… I don’t get why we need to ‘form’ a squad when we’re already one… But let’s do it.”

“Three ‘yes’ so far, does anyone disagree?” V-mon asked the others.

“Well, If Miyako-san/Hikari say so…” Hawkmon and Tailmon said together.

“I’m in!” Patamon raised his paw, then looked at Armadimon and Wormmon “What’s your votes?”

“Seems fun so I’m in!” Armadimon answered with a cheerful voice, “Iori, let’s do it together right, dagya?”

“… Yes, I’d like to try it.”

“Soo, Ken and Wormmon?” Daisuke was grinning, “Everyone agreed, will you two join us too?”

“...”

Ken and Wormmon being in silence was completely tense, it made everything anticlimactic compared to the previous times they gathered in that booth, oh no… Would they decline!?

“...”

“Uh, Ken you’re not in… right?” Daisuke frowned, “It’s okay I don’t wanna force anyone to--”

“We’re in.”

“--!? W-wha--Really??”

“This could be a good experience for everyone, I think…” Wormmon said shyly.

“ALRIGHT!” So, let’s pick a name! We’re 02 Team from now on!”

“But… Why 02 Team?” Patamon asked.

“Maybe it’s because all of us met in the year of 2002?” Hawkmon tried a wild guess.

“Oh maybe there’s more than one unit, dagya”

“Uh… No, I… I thought of it being a cool name…” Daisuke blinked.

That’s Daisuke for you… And thus, they formed the first Digimon Special Cases Unit from the Chosen Children Network.

#young prince detective ichijouji ken #digimon adventure 02 #02 team digimon case files

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forabeatofadrum · 1 year

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Ljubim te (5/24)

Notes: Well.

Hello, dober večer!

I know I don’t always finish the Advents on time (shout out to Advent 2019 for taking 10 months!), but oof, I did not expect to lose track this early in the game 😅. But here it is, day 5! And @1908jmd is once again coming in with the great suggestions. Thank you Jen for helping me with the oval prompt!

AO3 | S&C

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OVAL

Kurt, Blaine and Sunil have a great time and it’s also fun to get to know Sunil a bit more. Blaine needs friends in the city, and it’d be wrong to be completely dependent on Kurt. Sunil is cool.

The food has also been approved by Blaine and Sunil, the Asians.

“Well, it is very Asian fusion,” Sunil says, “Authentic Sri Lankan food is still better, but I will survive.”

Blaine and Sunil also bond over sports, but that’s something Kurt does not talk about. Kurt says that he was a kicker in high school, but ultimately he does not care enough.

“But I like rugby more than football,” Sunil says.

“So does my girlfriend,” Blaine says, “Even though she was a cheerleader for the football team in high school.”

“Is she coming to visit?” Sunil asks.

“Yeah. In April.”

“Excited?”

Blaine shrugs. It’d be nice to see her, but he’s not really thinking about that. Blaine’s only been here for a day, so he doesn’t miss her yet. He’s sure that will kick in later, but now it’s fine.

“We can catch a game,” Sunil suggests, “Unless, of course, you want some time along with her. Argh, forget I said-”

“No, it sounds cool,” Blaine quickly says, “And hey, if we’re going to see each other more often, then it’d be nice for Quinn to see you. I am definitely introducing her to Kurt as well!”

“Oh,” Kurt sounds happily surprised.

“There’s a rugby field called the Stanežiče Oval, but we can see further in March or April. Kurt, do you want to come along too?”

“To rugby?” Kurt sounds affronted, which makes everyone laugh.

“Hey, thought I’d ask!” Sunil says. Then he playfully elbows Kurt. “If you don’t come along for the sport, you can always come along to ogle guys in tight clothing and short pants.”

“Compelling argument, Mr. Kasun,” Kurt says with a smile, “I shall reconsider it.”

Blaine looks at the two of them.

Oh.

So.

Right.

“Wait, you’re gay?” Blaine blurts out. Both Sunil and Kurt look at him.

“Blaine, do you think a straight guy can have an impeccable fashion sense like this?” Kurt jokes.

“… I have an impeccable fashion sense,” Blaine says and he turns red. Right. Kurt doesn’t need to care about what Blaine’s wearing, but he felt like it needed to be said. “When I don’t like I’ve just rolled out of bed, I mean. You should see me in a suit. I mean- I just…”

“I believe you,” Kurt says with a wink, “You showed the photo of you and Quinn. You looked marvellous. I suppose there are exceptions.”

“So are you two…” Blaine trails off.

Kurt and Sunil look at each other before bursting out in laughter again.

“We barely know each other,” Sunil says through his laughter, “It’s only been a week.”

That’s weird. Blaine’s only known Kurt for a few hours and he think he knows Kurt well enough.

“Who knows what time will bring?” Kurt jokes and something in Blaine churns. Which is unfair. Blaine doesn’t know Sunil very well, but he seems nice and he even invited him and Quinn to a match. That’s kind!

Blaine leaves to pay for his food. Kurt and Sunil have already paid the Boni, since that is often done at the beginning. The thought of Sunil and Kurt alone makes Blaine feel weird.

What is he thinking?

Once they’re all done and outside, Sunil shakes Blaine’s hand.

“It was nice to meet you.”

“Likewise,” Blaine says, “Same for you.”

He directs that last part to Kurt.

“Glad to have another American in the city,” Kurt says and he does a mock salute. Then he tells Sunil that the bus is about to leave.

“Oh, you guys don’t live in the centre?”

Kurt shrugs.

“It’s a ten minute bus ride. It’s not that far away. We live at the Mercator bus stop, so it’s doable.”

“Wait,” Blaine says, “Before you go, what’s your number?”

“That’s handy to have,” Kurt says. They quickly exchange numbers, but then Kurt and Sunil really have to go.

“I can see the bus!” Sunil yells, so the two of them run away. Blaine yells his goodbyes and they yell back.

It’s a seven minute walk back to Blaine’s apartment and a part of Blaine wants to take a detour, since he needs time to think, but he’s been on his feet all day. He’s tired.

So instead of sulking around the city, Blaine ends up sulking on his couch.

Why does he feel so unsettled? His first day in Ljubljana was better than he could’ve hoped for. He came home with two potential friends, he already has some addresses for food and drinks, and he’s seen the city.

He already wants to text Kurt. Maybe he can help out. After all, it’s probably some sort of homesickness and Kurt can relate.

He reaches for his phone, but it already lights up.

Quinn is calling.

“Hello,” Blaine says when he picks up.

“Hello,” Quinn says back, “Am I still on time or is it already too late in Europe?”

“I have the time differences on my clock app. It’s really handy to keep track of the time differences.”

“Oh! Nice.”

Blaine smiles. Quinn sounds very excited about it.

“How’s life back in LA?”

Quinn starts talking about how she had brunch with a senator’s daughter who was visiting, but how dreadful it actually was. Blaine laughs a lot during the story. Quinn is great at mimicking the daughter’s voice.

“But really, how are you? How is Ljubljana? Did you already make friends?”

“Well, yes, actually…” and Blaine then starts talking about Kurt and Sunil, but mostly Kurt. Which makes sense. He spent most time with Kurt during the day. He tells Quinn how Kurt saved his pizza and showed him the way to the supermarket and then Kurt gave him the tour.

“And then I asked him for a drink,” Blaine continues, “As a drink. That’s when Sunil came around. He and Kurt were getting dinner and Kurt asked me along!”

“That’s kind of him,” Quinn agrees.

“He is very kind,” Blaine says and he hopes Quinn can hear him smiling.

The two of them talk some more and it’s pretty chill. Why did Blaine feel so hesitant to talk about Quinn with Kurt? Quinn is his girlfriend. Quinn is his best friend. As Kurt pointed out, it’s great to date your best friend.

Blaine yawns at one point.

He’s really tired.

“Go to sleep, Blaine!” Quinn says playfully, “Go, sleep, now!”

“Will do!” Blaine’s already off the couch.

“Good, love you!”

Oh.

That is why.

“Ah,” Blaine says and then he finds a way out and says: “Good night, Quinn.”

“… Good night.”

The line disconnects and Blaine stares at the screen. He shakes his head. He’s only been here for a day. Why does it feel like everything’s so different?

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End notes: I just want to reiterate that Blaine and Quinn are friends! They genuinely like each other! They might even love each other, but not in the way they think. Oh yes, comphet, babey!

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