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Wounded: Two
– Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!Reader
One
Explicit sexual content under the cut. Read at your own risk.
You hadn't seen Simon since your intimate encounter in his bunk. It had only been a day, but your growing concern was for his leg more than anything else.
A small part of you wondered if he was purposely avoiding you, finding himself no longer wanting to be around you once he'd gotten what he wanted.
You did your best to push the thought from your mind, throwing yourself into your work, ignoring every gnawing twitch of 'what if' and 'maybe'. You didn't have time or the mental capacity to coddle your feelings, or wonder where Simon was.
He was still injured, likely limping around base, probably still participating in field training. You'd signed off on his physical under the impression he'd be stopping in to have his wound fixed; you wouldn't have if you'd known he'd leave it to fester.
You filled in the remaining details of your patient charts, logged every prescribed medication and finished your rounds. You were ready to head home for the night, collecting your things from your desk when he appeared at your door. He was watching, like he'd caught you in his trap- again.
You hated how easily you gave in, let him have all of you without a second thought. He'd spun a web, of charming words and honeyed nicknames that made you feel warm, special. You knew it wasn't real. In your subconscious, your voice was screaming for you to let him be. To leave, before things got complicated.
"Lieutenant," You pursed your lips, still holding your bag in your hand.
"Don't have to call me that," He said, his shoulder resting against the doorframe.
"I prefer it," You said, a polite smile over your lips.
"Y'know my name."
"I do."
"Rather you use it."
"Why's that?"
"Seems right given the circumstance."
Your brows furrowed, inhaling a deep breath to keep a clear head.
"In here, you're a patient."
He hummed, unsatisfied with your answer. "Don't think it matters much."
"It does," You cocked your head, waiting for his response.
He nodded, slow, understanding but mostly combative. He was ready to put up a fight, ready to explain in detail the things he wanted to do to you. He'd never been a submissive man, nor did he often give in to things he disagreed with- but you were an exception.
"Can y'fix me up?"
You sighed. "I was going home." You dropped your bag, turning to gather supplies. "Take off your pants."
"Bloody hell, Doc. Doesn't take much, does it?"
You shot him a glare over your shoulder. "Sit down."
He was satisfied, knowing he was in your head, making your heart beat just a bit faster, your body burn with a heat of arousal. No matter the situation, Simon could bring it out of you, even against your innermost, adamant protests.
He undid his belt, his eyes on you as he pulled his pants down. He sat himself on the edge of the treatment table, hands gathered in his lap as he leaned forward to watch you. Now that he knew you felt something for him, something more than an innocent attraction, he wouldn't let you slip from his fingers.
You examined the wound, no longer fresh, though still showing the muscle beneath, pink enough that it could be re-sutured and he could be sent off with a course of antibiotics.
"You shouldn't have left it like this," You looked up at him. "It could've gotten infected- you're lucky it didn't."
His eyes hadn't left yours, aroused by the way you scolded him. Your strict voice, hand brushing the hair from your face so you could focus in on his wound- heat crept through him. You, in your element, tending to him after-hours; watching you in itself was interesting, but he liked you, not just as his doctor.
"What's the damage?" He asked.
"None that I can see," You nodded. "Stitches again, though."
He nodded, "Figured."
You huffed, your needle piercing his skin, a bit more careful with the tender flesh. Still, even as it showed an angry shade of red and had begun the healing process, he didn't say a word. No sounds of pain or discomfort, only watching you work.
"You've got nice hands," He said.
You looked up at him, quirking up a brow.
"Thanks," You smiled faintly, amused. "I'm trying to be gentle."
"Don't need gentle, y'know that by now."
You glanced up at him, shaking your head at his antics.
"You left an open wound and likely haven't been taking the pain meds I prescribed, I'll save you some of the pain."
"That ain't what I'm talkin' about," He said.
You avoided his gaze, knowing with his fine-tuned observational skills he'd surely see right through you. He had already. He'd read the flustered expression on your face with ease, finding satisfaction in making you stutter, second-guess your boundaries and feelings.
You didn't like being under the microscope, on display for him to scrutinize and tease. You were smitten yet irritated by his relentless flirting, but really, you despised how easily he could make you want him. Need him.
"It's what I'm talking about," You shot back.
"You're bein' difficult, sweetheart."
"You should be on your knees thanking me for staying to treat you," You said, raising your brows.
"Y'just have to ask," He shifted backwards onto his hands.
You exhaled, "You're insatiable." Your eyes lifted to his as you yanked the suture material through his wound.
"Can't blame me. Y'should see your face."
"What's my face?" You asked, your lips lifting to a hardly-noticeable smile.
He leaned forward. "Had that same look on your face when I had my tongue-"
"Simon." Your voice was low, threatening.
You kicked the door shut, leaning back on your stool as you stared up at him.
"I like when you say my name, Doc."
"You're a patient, Lieutenant. You want anything other than medical attention, you can find me after work."
You finished the last of your knots, tightening it slowly, finally bringing the separated pieces of flesh together with focused precision.
You stood from the stool, sliding the gloves off your hands, throwing away the disposable items.
He leaned in, grabbing hold of your thighs to pull you closer before you could step further away.
"You're off the clock, ain't you?"
You sighed, "Yes, but we're still in my office."
"Think you like bein' a bit filthy, Doc," He mumbled, dragging you in to stand between his thighs. "You sayin' y'don't want me to fuck you on this table?"
Your lips parted in shock, your chest tightening at the vivid imagery his words created in your mind. Heat crept over your face, engulfing your entire body just moments later. He was right. He was also charming- too much so for his own good, and dangerously so for your sake. It didn't take much for him to break down your adamant denial, the rigid rules you had in place.
Truthfully, you wanted nothing more than to give in. But a small part of you knew that if it breached the inside of your office walls, it wouldn't be a fleeting hook-up. You'd be reminded every time you came to work. You'd want more, more than 'house-calls' and tending to his wounds.
It was, in part, why you were a bit grateful he hadn't visited you sooner. Had he, you would've given in at the first sight of an invitation. But some time apart allowed you to keep a sliver of your dignity, your composure.
You sighed, "We can't."
"We can."
"I can't- with a patient."
"I ain't just a patient."
"You are."
"You want me to take you out, Doc? Go for dinner together?" He was without a doubt, grinning like mad beneath his mask.
"No- I'm saying we do this, in here- I can't be your doctor anymore. At least not just your doctor."
"That s'posed to stop me?"
"It should. You're not that kind of man."
He shook his head. "You ever ask me what I want?"
You sighed, defeated. "No, I guess I didn't."
You should've known better than to feed into the gossip, the rumours that spread about him. He wasn't the scary, mean man people had made him out to be. You couldn't help it, not with the aura of disconnection and indifference that poured off of him. You didn't expect anything more from him, nothing aside from sexual gratification.
"I want you."
You sucked in a breath, holding it while you searched for a coherent sentence to blurt out.
He scanned your face, realizing quickly that you'd been silenced by his confession. He pulled you in closer, close enough for your hands to reach his shoulders for balance.
"In every way."
You peered down at him, lips inches from his while you debated on your next course of action. He didn't allow for much deliberation, lifting his mask with the crook of his thumb, leaning closer to press his lips to yours.
You attempted to step back, but his hold was suffocatingly strong.
"Simon," You murmured against his lips. "Your leg," You looked down at the irritated wound.
"I've been takin' your damn meds, Y/N," He said, his hand travelling to your backside. "Now come 'ere."
He pulled you onto his thighs, your legs straddling his waist as he brought his lips to your neck, attacking your flesh with greedy kisses. He undid the sweater you wore, yanking your scrubs over your head.
You were panting, breathing heavily with arousal that was festering in your stomach. Every part of you wanted desperately to give in to your desires, regardless of the consequences that might come after.
His lips moved from the silky skin of your neck to bite the protruding flesh of your breasts, still contained by your bra. You couldn't help but push your chest forward, your hands moving behind your back to unclasp your bra, letting it slide off your arms.
His hands cupped them with gentleness, his eyes attached to yours as his lips engulfed the sensitive, perky nipples before him. Your head fell back, your hands grasping at his shoulders as he ran his tongue across them, teeth grazing them softly. He smiled faintly every time you'd whimper, bring your chest closer to his lips.
"I-I shouldn't- You shouldn't-"
He silenced your stuttering with another kiss- harsh and dominating, his hand lifting to your jaw, tilting your head.
"Y'don't stop talkin' do you?"
"I'm trying," You whispered, his nose nearly touching yours.
"Told you, I want you. Nothin' to talk about."
You breathed in, inhaling his scent, his words. Your fingers played with the few locks of hair peeking out from beneath the mask at the nape of his neck.
His eyes were dark, half-shut with the arousal pumping through his veins. You could see them clearly now, the freckles around his eyelids and the blonde eyelashes that kissed his cheeks with every lazy blink.
You'd been convinced, thoroughly, that it could work- would work. That he meant what he'd said. It was entirely believable, with the way his hands held your body, the way his lips savoured every inch of your skin.
It didn't matter now, you were already condemned to giving yourself to him. You had been desperately holding on to the last shred of self-control, but it quickly withered away with his touch.
"Touch me," You breathed, your head lifting to lock eyes with him. "I need you."
He pulled you in, your ass grinding against his crotch, and let his fingers slide under your waistband. He had a firm hold on your backside, squeezing a handful of the soft flesh, his other hand finding your clit, his fingers rubbing over it generously.
Your mouth fell open, your eyes poring into his as he moved his fingers in circles, using your sticky arousal to help glide over your clit smoothly.
His fingers would dip inside you, slowly, introducing them with a teasing glimpse of pleasure, then he'd pull back out.
"Look at you," He whispered. "I like seein' you like this. Squirmin' on my fingers."
You pressed your lips against his again- craving the connection, praising him for his sweet words. You slid your tongue across his, savouring the softness of his mouth.
He stood to his feet, turning you to face the examination table, his hands gliding over your hips, your stomach.
"Bend over," He whispered- it was abrasive in your ear, the gruffness in his voice. It coaxed goosebumps from your skin, a fuse lighting up through your spine.
You did, letting your hands rest on the table as your eyes peered over your shoulder at him.
He pulled your scrubs down your legs, chuckling when he saw the panties you had on.
"Black?" He teased. "'S that lace?"
Your cheeks radiated with warmth, hiding your bashful smile against your shoulder.
He hummed, "You are filthy, Doc."
His calloused hands slid across the round flesh of your backside, moulding it against his palms. He slid your panties down your legs, his hands gliding down your soft skin. Defying all stereotypes, he was soft, a bit rough around the edges but your pleasure was his ultimate goal.
"You gonna let me fuck you?" He asked, his palm brushing over your spine.
You exhaled, nodding.
He exhaled himself, pulling his briefs down just enough to free his cock, running his hand up and down it a few times while enjoying the vision before him.
His hand gripped your hip, the other guiding his cock into the slick warmth of your pussy, his head rolling back.
Your back arched further into the cool metal of the table, your lungs collapsing with the sharp exhale- a gasp of pleasure that left your lips. You turned over your shoulder to look at him, watching his eyes. He suddenly locked his gaze with yours, pushing his hips forward, in turn pushing himself deeper inside you.
"Keep those eyes on me," He mumbled, letting both his hands fall to your hips as he pulled you into his pelvis. "Fuck me."
Another grunt came from his chest when your body bounced forward. His grip tightened, rolling his hips into your backside.
You could feel your stomach tightening, and you lowered yourself to lie flat, your cheek pressed against the table. You spread your thighs further apart, earning a slap over your ass.
"Y'like this, don't you?" He asked, leaning over you.
His voice travelled in the small room, consuming you, earning a moan from your parted lips.
"You like bein' bent over," He breathed in. "Fuckin' filthy."
You groaned softly, listening to his tone, feeling his cock slide in and out of you with ease.
"Yes," You whimpered, choked with the overwhelming pleasure in your stomach. "Fuck- yes, Simon."
At the sound of his name from your lips, he nearly growled- possessive and pleased.
"That's it- say my fuckin' name."
He pressed his chest flat against your back, his hand reaching under to find your clit. His gloved fingers circled the sensitive bud, your body twitching with every movement, fighting off the desire to cum.
"Simon, please," You whispered- hardly audible under the strain in your voice. "Please don't stop."
"'S right, gi'me this cunt," He groaned. "Give it to me."
You were tense, rigid, with every thrust of his hips, his cock grazing your cervix, plunging deeply inside you. As he dragged his hips back, hitting the wall of your G-spot- his fingers still stroking the swollen, sensitive organ at the crest of your pussy- you cried out softly.
Your head rolled further to the side, your eyes barely opening as you turned your gaze to see his watching your every move. It only made him work harder, move faster to please you- to feel you.
Your stomach was burning- a searing temperature only rising with every passing moment. Your thighs were shaking, your hands holding onto his that were gripping your waist.
"Simon," You gulped, your throat dry. "Please, Simon."
His eyes nearly rolled to the back of his head, listening to you call for him- beg him for more. He'd oblige, always, over and over again.
He said your name, rough with strain, between quiet gasps of pleasure. Your pussy fit around him so well, your walls collapsing in every time he'd flick his fingers over your clit.
Your body was contorted, your torso twisted to watch him. He could easily see your breasts recoiling with every thrust, your hips moving in his hand.
"Go on and cum, Y/N," He grunted in your ear. "Cum on it, love."
His encouragement pushed you over the edge, your pussy constricting around his cock, pulsating with the sporadic waves of pleasure overtaking your abdomen. You trembled, your thighs threatening to give out beneath you as he continued his vigorous thrusts into you.
"Fuck that's good," He grunted, pulling you back to meet his hips.
He was a bit rougher now, exhaling harshly against your neck as he tilted his head to watch you. Your eyes met his, soft and pleading, glassy with orgasmic bliss.
He didn't ask this time, he just buried himself deeper inside you, his cock twitching as he released his cum in you.
He stood still for a minute, catching his breath, appreciating the velvety walls of your pussy, careful not to overstimulate himself.
You exhaled, your hands landing on the table. He stepped back, pulling his briefs back over his groin. He took a nearby hand towel, running it between your thighs in an attempt to help you clean up.
You'd dressed back in your scrubs, and he stood in the corner, watching you gather your things.
"Come back to mine," He said, moving toward you as soon as he saw you grab your keys. "We'll get a bite on the way."
You bit the inside of your cheek, ruminating on his tempting offer, your eyes meeting his.
"Okay," You nodded. A moment passed in silence, before you moved forward. "Let's go."
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Goodbye From Lonely
gif credits @hqtchner
summary: you’re the key to locking away hotch’s loneliness, until you aren’t.
pairing: f!reader x aaron hotchner
contents: 18+/NSFW/MINORS, brief vague mention of near death, angst, kissing, brief smut, loneliness, feelings, assumed unrequited love, depression, happy ending
AN: i literally have no clue, based on goodbye from lonely by superfruit from my driving playlist. hope y’all enjoy!
word count: 2.3k
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“You swore to me, Hotch.”
These are the first words that have come out of your mouth since he’d put himself in harm's way to save you. They make him flinch, the use of his formal nickname stinging as you say it. He knows that you calling him Aaron is a luxury, something that he shouldn’t have gotten so used to but it's hard when it rolls off your tongue so easily.
You’re right; he had promised to keep the boundaries set and he’s a man who prides himself on keeping his word. Yet, he’d overstepped at the first sign of you being in danger since this had all started.
He sighs in defeat, “I know and I apologize for letting my emotions get the best of me, but I couldn't pretend that I was okay with that.”
“I’m a capable agent, I’ve proven myself here,” You say firmly.
He feels guilty, not only for breaking his promise but that his actions have you doubting yourself. While your words scream confidence, your eyes say otherwise.
“I know that.”
You cross your arms against your chest, not satisfied that he understands yet, “I wouldn't be on this team if I didn't have the qualifications.”
“Honey, I know.”
“That was so embarrassing. And it felt like you didn't trust me.”
Hotch bristles at that, his mouth setting into a frown, “Me saving your life was embarrassing?”
You glare back at him, unphased, “You know that's not what I meant. If it were Derek or Dave or even Emily, this would've gone much differently.”
“I made the call that I felt needed to be made. I can admit that my judgment in making that decision was clouded, but you're not just an agent to me, you’re…” He trails off, unsure what to say.
He knows what he wants, but you haven’t initiated more, leaving him to assume that you’re happy with things the way they are. He tries not to let that settle in his heart, focusing on the fact that you want him around at all.
“Your fuck buddy,” You supply and somehow his frown sets deeper.
“We’ve talked about that, I don't like when you call yourself that.”
“Well, it's true, it’s all I can ever be,” It comes out of your mouth just a whisper, arms tightening around yourself.
Silence falls between the two of you as you both sit with your own guilt.
It feels wrong to push him away given the circumstances, but this is exactly what you didn’t want. You didn’t want him treating you differently, even though your feelings for him have deepened. You didn’t want anyone weaseling their way into your heart the way he has. You can only blame yourself for getting involved with a man that’s efficient at anything he puts his mind to though you’re sure he wasn’t trying to make you fall for him. He’s your boss and while you’re in a compromised position engaging in whatever this is between you, you know that he would never approve of a real relationship. Right? That thought process all you need to decide to cut things off.
“Can we not argue, not after that? Please?” You ask softly, trying to extend an olive branch to him. You dare a glance at him and find that he's already looking at you, answering your question with a weak nod.
“Come here,” He holds his hands out to you and you quickly close the space between you. He squeezes your hands firmly before letting go and cupping your face in his hands. “You’re sure you're okay?”
“A little shaken up, but that’s a given. I’m okay and I’m here, Aaron. You feel me,” You place your hands over his.
His eyes drift away from yours as he speaks, “I couldn’t think straight.”
“I know me either, but it's fine because we’re right here,” You reassure him, lifting to the tips of your toes to ask silently for a kiss.
When he captures your lips with his, he can taste it. Taste the goodbye in how you feverishly try to consume him, and in every move afterward. Your fingers thread into his hair, your body a solid line of hot heat against his. There's a novelty to the desperation in your movements as you work yourself and then him out of his clothes.
With each pause, each longing look, each reach for him he can feel you breaking the bonds that you've created. Even in his recognition of it, he can't say no to you. He craves your body, often falling asleep to the thought of being deep inside of you. He tumbles into bed first, enamored with the sight of you soft and naked above him. The two of you kiss some more, slow and wet, and he lets himself get lost in you.
At least there’s one last time, is all he can think to himself when you straddle him.
When you whine his name over and over, sweet like honey, he closes his eyes and tightens his grip on your hips, trying to ingrain both the sound and feel of you into his brain. You bend to kiss him, your hips coming down against him over and over, taking him like you’re made for it. It takes little time for you to ride him to your peak, clenching tightly around him as you moan wantonly on top of him. Your orgasm triggers his, and he clutches you close as he fucks his release further into you.
Neither of you speaks again, he just submits to you when you slant your mouth against his, letting him slip out of you. He will gladly let you take and take until he has nothing else to give.
“Thank you for saving me, baby,” You whisper eventually, your lips brushing against his skin, still damp with sweat.
He melts under the sweetness in your voice, “Anytime.”
When you fall asleep in his arms the familiar waves of loneliness wash over him and he grows empty. It hasn't hit him this hard since the two of you began this, but with you slipping out of his fingers it comes back more powerful than before. He tries to keep himself from drowning in it, peering down at your face. Lost in your serenity and beauty, he wonders how you'll be once the two of you part.
Will things go back to the way they were before this? He hadn't known that you were attracted to him, didn't know you looked at him as more than your superior. You treated him the same as everyone else and cared for him just as thoroughly as you did everyone else— unafraid of the boundaries others set because of his title. Unafraid to break the rules when you detected his well-hidden attraction towards you.
Would you still care for him like that? Still buy him his coffee and donut when you stop for the rest of the team? Still bring him tea when you make yours when the two of you are the last two up on the jet? Stay behind to help him finish reports because you’re just as dedicated to the job?
After hours of overthinking, he finally succumbs to sleep, wound tightly around you as the two of you rest.
Morning comes too quickly, both of you groaning at the sound of his alarm. His waking up early lends itself to your situation, allowing you enough to cuddle and kiss before either of you need to get up and get ready.
He lingers as long as he can, knowing that he’s just one goodbye from lonely. Before he leaves your room he pulls you into a kiss abruptly, causing you to squeak into his mouth. He swallows that noise and everyone that follows eagerly, his fingers firm at the base of your neck.
“What was that for?” You ask breathlessly when he finally pulls away.
“I’m just glad you're okay.”
Your expression softens, guilt planting in your chest, and you treat him to another kiss. What you both know to be your last kiss, though neither of you have spoken the words.
There's a gray filter that settles over his life after that day. You're another failed attempt at connection. With the divorce and limited contact with Jack, he does what he does best– work. It gets easier to see you day in and day out because he grows more numb to life as time passes.
You’re the first to notice the change in him, though you feel strange bringing it up to the others. Reid immediately agrees with you, and Morgan wonders out loud if Hotch hasn’t been laid in a while. Wanting to steer the conversation away from that, you account it to losing Haley and the lack of time he gets to spend with Jack. All of you take your turns trying to take care of him. It's take-out containers when one of you notes he hasn't eaten, or another cup of coffee when his eyes look a little too glazed over. You take on more reports than before trying to lighten his load but he stays late anyway.
You hate seeing him like this, hate that you're the cause of it all but this is for the best. It's not that this isn't hard for you, you care for him more deeply than you'd ever planned to. But a relationship with a coworker, let alone your boss, isn't ideal. It would make everything more complicated and you’ve had enough of that in life.
As time drags on, your loneliness starts to fester inside of you. It doesn't matter how many dates you end up on, or how many people end up in your bed. When you’re finally alone after all the encounters, you’re left with yearning. That yearning lets the doubt that’s been locked up in the back of your mind free, and you're finally able to be honest with yourself.
You miss him and you're not sure that there's anyone who could fill the void that’s appeared since you left him. It takes weeks to work through your guilt and hesitancy, but eventually you decide to tell him how you feel. Even if he's moved on, you have to let him know. He has to know that he's worth every complication that could come from a relationship with him.
The perfect opportunity rolls around; a Friday night that you've decided to stay late, nothing else but work to do. You walk into his office with a stack of reports ready to be completely honest.
“Got these reports for you, sir.”
He gives you a stiff nod, keeping his eyes trained on the files you placed on his desk, “Thank you.”
It's a clear cue to leave, and for a moment you lose your gumption, turning around and heading towards the door. Absentmindedly, he lets out a sigh, soft and heavy at the same time, and you stop in your tracks, facing him once more.
When he realizes that you’re still here, he peers up at you, eyebrows knit together in confusion, “Is there something I can do for you, agent?”
His stare almost turns your body to jello but you straighten your shoulders with a deep breath, “Have you eaten?”
“I’m not sure how that’s relevant.”
“Just answer the question, Aaron.”
His eyes widen at your use of his first name, and his bottom lip sweeps over his tongue before he answers, “No, I haven’t eaten.”
“There’s this diner this guy I used to see told me about. He never took me though…”
Hotch can’t help the smile that pulls at his lips. The diner you’re referencing is one 5 minutes away from his apartment that he’s mentioned before. He had never taken you because that felt too much like a date, and he didn’t want to scare you away.
“This guy sounds like a drag,” His voice is monotone and you struggle to hold yourself together.
“He can be a little intense, but I don’t know.” You shrug playfully before continuing, “I really care about him. Could see myself being with him for the foreseeable future if he was interested,” You move closer, trailing your finger across his desk.
“He’s definitely interested,” He rises to his feet, coming around the desk to stand next to you.
“Oh, so you two have had a little chat?” You feel your face growing warm under his gaze.
“We’ve had plenty of chats.”
You don’t hesitate to close the gap between you, pressing your lips firmly to his. His hands find your hips immediately, pulling you tightly against his body. He’s licking into your mouth, desperate for the taste of you that he’s been missing for months. As always, your fingers are in his hair, knotting into the silkiness as you anchor him to you. You'll never take moments like this for granted again, melting into him as he kisses you breathless
“I’m sorry, for everything,” You mumble against his lips once the kiss breaks.
He shakes his head, shushing you gently, “It’s alright.”
“It’s not, I shouldn’t have walked away. I got scared.”
“Feeling like these are scary, I understand. Just don’t do it again,” He adds playfully and you look up at him, giggling against his cheek.
“Won’t happen again, sir,” You answer cheekily and he squeezes your hips, long strong figures gripping you tightly.
“Let me finish up here, and then we can head out?”
“Give me more work, I’ll help if I can so we can get out of here earlier,” You offer, eager to leave and talk through everything with him.
“You know what, let’s just call it a night now. Did you drive here today?”
“No…could I…could I stay over at your place tonight?”
His cheeks turn a muted, delicious shade of pink at your question, “I would really like that.”
You lean in for one last kiss before heading back to your desk to pack up your things. Hotch beats you, joining you at your desk with his go bag. You look up at him in surprise, nervous about the few stragglers in the office seeing you together. But he just gives you a reassuring smile, holding his hand out to you.
“Ready?”
For less loneliness. For not being afraid. For spending time with him unapologetically. For caring about him openly and honestly. You're ready for it all.
“Ready,” You say as you slip your hand into his.
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THE TIME HAS COME TO TALK ABOUT JACQUES SNICKET AND OLIVIA CALIBAN, MY FRIENDS!
(Spoilers for ASOUE Netflix ahead and some book spoilers as well)
So I am absolutely loving these asks about [Netflix] Jacques and Olivia (Thank you so much, friends! 💖), but I feel bad for my anon-friends because I am sensing a sort of hesitant, nervous, making-sure-we-all-know-this-is-for-NETFLIX-Jacques x Olivia-so-this-ask-is-justified kind of energy which I can completely understand given the circumstances, however, I am the absolute last person who would ever, ever, a whole page of 'ever's judge anybody about this ship in particular. 😅 (Or maybe I'm off base here, and my anon-friends just really, really don't like the idea of Book Jacques x Book Olivia and want to be sure to differentiate? Which is a fair point too!)
Regardless, I feel it is time to come to come clean with you all about me, Jacques Snicket, and Olivia Caliban...
Jacques x Olivia was my ASOUE crackship before the Netflix series was released!
Maybe it was the drama™️ of it all? (A/N: Gotta love that sweet, sweet angst) Or this feeling I got while reading The Carnivorous Carnival that they had history maybe as good friends, maybe as something more, who knows? (A/N: It's the vibes) Maybe I took one (1) specific line from Olivia's whole 'confession' sequence in TCC, ran with it to the hinterlands of my mind and created an angsty betrayal subplot that had no business existing in the first place? (A/N: I did. I did do this. Pretty sure it was L.S.'s intention, right? Just kidding…) Whatever the reason (A/N: those are all the reasons, literally in the preceding sentences), I crack-shipped this for years prior to Netflix, and I will present the following texts from an exchange with my sister "Jackalope" (A/N: her nickname is a meme-y reference to ASOUE actually) as evidence that I was on board for this ship all the way back in the dark ages of February of 2018 when the trailer for Season 2 dropped...
(A/N: My sisters and I took these screenshots at the time & saved them as proof of this phenomenon so I was able to find them more easily that you might think 😅)
And well, my friends, (as I'm sure we all know), I am happy to say he did so much more than just sit in that car with her...
(Image from Shipping Wiki which I didn't know was a thing until just now! Glad that Jacques x Olivia is included there 💕 Image brightened up/edited by me)
After both of my sisters teased me mercilessly about even entertaining the possibility of Jacques and Olivia as a crackship, I cannot express to you my utter joy and delight in watching their Netflix counterparts fall deeply in love and be given this incredible romance storyline! I was so blessed and so vindicated, and I literally screamed when the kiss happened. Meanwhile, my sisters were watching in total shock like "I can't believe you actually predicted this!" 😂 We literally had to pause the episode after the kiss because everyone in the room just needed a moment to collect themselves (myself included).
All of this said, I promise I really do see Netflix Jacques x Netflix Olivia as a completely separate relationship (which I do actually ship to the highest, OTP levels). I am happy to report, however, that though Book Jacques and Book Olivia will always be a total crackship, my sisters did eventually concede it to me and never teased me about it again. And that is just how the story goes, folks. 😁
[A/N: Other fun facts about me, my ASOUE Book Series OTP is Dewey/Kit so as you can imagine, the Netflix series was a very, very good time for me overall, but that is, perhaps, a story for another time...]
TL;DR: I am the real Madame Lulu, and my inbox is always open to discuss any and all iterations of the Jacques Snicket x Olivia Caliban ship no explanation or specifications needed. (A/N: Of course, if you'd like to specify, that is welcomed and up to you. Just letting you all know this ship will never need to be defended or justified to me. We're all friends here 💖). Cheers, associates! 😁
#Oliques#jacques snicket x olivia caliban#jacques snicket#olivia caliban#asoue netflix#olivia x jacques#a series of unfortunate events#asoue#there is some tongue-in-cheek humor to this but i swear it's true#please don't be nervous anon-friends 💕#i love you all! thank you for the asks! 💖#asoue spoilers#a series of unfortunate events spoilers#please ignore me i amuse myself#acacia's ramblings
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For Annabel + Kari: 🥂/ For Reuben/Marlowe/Morden: 🍭/ For Sable+Skye: 🥄/ For Max + Merril: 🍰 aaaaand for any/all of them: 💐
right jade has literally given me only ships that involve their characters (and the ot3 with a character of @strangeharpy) so obviously they both have free reign to contradict as needed
annabel/kari + 🥂 - how was their first date?
i feel like annabel probably made a whole plan to do something really nice because she thought that's what you need to do for a first date (having never been on a date before and only seen them on TV or in movies) and they got out to the restaurant and kari looked at her and was like "honestly i kind of thought we were just gonna get takeout and watch ghost shows on youtube"
to which annabel was like "we both make ghost shows for a job"
and kari was like "yeah all the more reason to drag other people who aren't doing it as good as us"
so they took the upscale restaurant food home and did exactly that.
reuben/marlowe/morden + 🍭 - what are their nicknames for each other?
ok so reuben is the person who uses endearments instead of names to refer to people; the key is to recognize what nicknames are them being a flirt and which ones are true endearments. "sweetheart" is a name they give to everyone; "tomcat" i think might exclusively be them being a little shit to morden; marlowe didn't get an ironic endearment for a long time because reuben was trying to be someone they weren't and maybe that was a sticking point for marlowe for a while. once they're together i think reuben sticks to affectionately calling morden and marlowe by name. that or the occasional love.
wow that was long. anyway morden is a "darling" and i'm genuinely not sure if marlowe nicknames either morden OR reuben. (for the record reuben accepts "ru" or "rube" as shortenings of their name but "ruru" is off-limits.)
sable/skye + 🥄 - who is the big spoon and who is the little spoon?
sable little spoon rights. i think sometimes they will big spoon skye but they prefer to be held close.
max/merril + 🍰 - which one bakes/cooks?
oooooh good question. i think merril likes to bake, but max might be the better cook, BUT since max tends to get lost in projects more easily you'll find merril cooking a LITTLE more often.
any/all of them + 💐 - is one more protective than the other?
this answer, for all of them, 1000 percent depends on the situation. more specifically:
annabel and kari both habitually don't care about things and are more willing to let the other fight their own battles, except in very specific circumstances (i think annabel, confronted with Her or the hotel, would inherently be more protective of kari since that's a power she knows neither of them can combat)
reuben also is willing to sit back and let morden and marlowe fight their own battles UNLESS it has to do with the Authority (whatever that might be in this universe) in which case they WILL rain hell down
sable, knowing that they are the one person She cannot touch, will put themselves between skye and Any situation at a moment's notice, which is i think the One point of contention the two of them have
merril is Extremely protective of max almost too a fault, but she's also like that with sol and (begrudgingly) kerri, and i also think she and max are the comic of the two people bending around each other to try to take the bullet sooooooo
wow this got long sorry folks hope you enjoyed tho
ship hc asks (ocs only please)
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Three’s a Party
Summary: There aren’t supposed to be secrets in relationships. Unfortunately, Felix currently has three. One is let out with no problem. The second creates complications no one could have foreseen. The third, unknown to him, he isn’t the only one that holds the same secret.
Word count: 9.3k
Genre: fluff, smut, angst
Content: non-idol au, established reader and felix, gender-neutral afab reader, felix is nervous, chan is a bit of a dummy, felix wears skirts, threesome, switch! reader, switch! felix, dom! chan, mutual pining, slight lack of communication, threesome arrangement with kink and safeword discussions included, daddy kink, piv, protected sex, unprotected sex, MxM intimacy, (slight) size kink, (slight) strength kink, hand kink, finger sucking, praise kink, pet names, creampie, slight voyeurism and exhibitionism, accidental confessions, polyamory negotiations
Taglist: @solistired @hyunsluvv
a/n: I only technically lied about the release date. Yes, I said Saturday but I also said the 18th which is today for me still, so it’s fine! I hope I made the wait worth it for anyone interested and for everyone else, voila
Relationships aren't meant to have secrets. Felix technically has several but he keeps them under wraps. The most damning one... one that he would never reveal except under the direst of circumstances. The other ones are far less destructive but are arguably more embarrassing.
You live in blissful ignorance of all of these, at least for now. Until Felix decides he should tell you something, considering how often he thinks about them. So one day you walk into your shared bedroom with Felix he's wearing a short, blue skirt. Your face is neither positive nor negative and Felix spins, skirt flaring, staring downwards still.
"And what's the occasion here, darling?" You question.
Felix makes a confused noise in his throat and looks up to you just a little more.
"Why have I received such a beautiful gift today? You look amazing, Fe."
Felix leans forward to kiss your nose and giggles when your hands roam under the skirt and squeeze his cheeks.
"I've wanted to wear a skirt in the bedroom for a while, but wasn't really sure how you'd react."
"Awwww baby, never be worried about anything like this. I might be confused but I love you so I'll never react badly."
Your comforting words are genuine and Felix wonders how far they truly reach. Would you say the same if he wanted to have a threesome with one of his closest friends? Or said he had a crush on, was practically halfway in love with, said friend? It's not what tonight is about and the thoughts fade when your lips connect.
You're so, so gentle with him and Felix sinks into you. Felix's wandering hands spur your own and suddenly it's like you're horny teenagers again that can't get enough of each other. Your hand slips back under the skirt and the easy access is fun, especially if he plans to wear nothing under it like he is now. Easy access to start jerking him off, and you happily do so, keeping your mouth pressed against his.
Even with the anxiety Felix must have been imagining a number of situations with how hard he is in your hand. A sigh leaves his mouth as he rests his head on your shoulder. With one bite in your neck and only one sentence all of the power in the situation flows back to him.
"I want you to sit on my face and then ride me, doll."
Any stress you may have had is gone after that.
Similar situations happen several more times over the next few months. Felix either has a skirt on and is obviously wearing nothing under it. Or he changes into a skirt with nothing under it when it’s clear you’re going farther tonight. Each time you’re caught a little off guard by how truly pretty he is. Lee Felix is sunshine, rainbows, and starlight of course but it’s like the skirt gives him a little extra confidence to shine brighter for you.
So one hurdle down, only two more to go, great. Felix has never been so glad to have incognito mode with the number of phrases he googles related to 'how to bring up wanting a threesome with your significant other.'
It's honestly not that useful, as the so-called advice was generic things he could've gotten from anyone. 'Trust them and they'll trust you' or 'do it with someone you both trust' like thanks he knows all of this already.
Your next take-out dinner and movie night brings some strange behaviour from Felix. He's quiet where normally he'd be commenting on these extraordinarily stupid characters. When one of them completely ignores the obvious thing and Felix doesn't react in the slightest you know he's not paying attention at all.
He certainly pays attention when you stop the movie and straddle his lap. Your hands cup his face and your forehead rests on his while your eyes meet.
"What's on your mind, Pixie? Don't try to avoid it either, I know."
Your gentle compassion almost makes Felix want to spill everything. It all bubbles up to the tip of his tongue but then he thinks of the possible disgust or heartbreak and pushes most of it back down.
"You know how you said I don't have to be uncomfortable bringing up anything about... bedroom life?"
You giggle at the euphemism and how adorably shy Felix gets about it when not in the act. Regardless, a hum of assent vibrates your throat.
"I've been thinking about having a threesome." He blurts then squeezes his eyes shut, not allowing your reaction to reach his eyes.
The small boop your finger leaves on his nose leads him to open his eyes. Nothing about your expression is negative and you look at him as fondly as ever.
"Do you-"
"Chan."
A bright, fond laugh bubbles over your lips.
"Sorry love, you just answered so quickly. Sure, we both trust him. We can talk to him about it and... arrange a day."
Arrange sounds more formal than you intend but that's what it is. With the weight off of his mind, Felix is able to make fun of the new characters not seeing the plot right in front of them.
Chan knows this is a bad idea, he even cares that it's a bad idea, and yet he agrees. Backing out at any time is always an option, neither of you will be mad. It doesn't matter because he won't. Even if it hurts he will take the one chance he may ever get to screw around with both of his crushes.
There was no pretense of a normal hangout. You texted Chan that you wanted to talk about something. When you all sit down Felix ends up doing the talking about it since it was his idea in the first place. You both want to have a threesome with him.
It takes all of Chan's willpower not to coo at the blush that spreads across Felix’s face and ears. Also, a significant amount of brainpower to agree with the right amount of excitement. Not too little that you think he's unsure or doesn't want it wholeheartedly. But not too much that you are suspicious about any underlying feelings or motives he could have.
Really, you're just thinking about your boyfriend and how cute he is. Not anything against Chan but you love Felix with every cell in your body and it pours out of you often. He can see it from a mile away and doesn’t mind because he’d love to be doing the same thing. Looking at Felix with all the fondness in the world that lets each side know that everything’s going to be ok. But alas, a threesome will have to do for now. Or forever, honestly.
Then the fun part of it comes: interests. What does Chan have that he likes to do, and would like to do with you. Vice versa, what are you comfortable with and want to do with a sudden, if trusted, third-person present.
"I'm wearing a skirt," Felix says.
You smile at how easily he's able to say it, a stark contrast to before. You know that it will give the same confidence on the day of all of this as well. Surprise flits over Chan’s face but he just nods and doesn’t say anything more.
"I want to dominate both of you." Chan brings it up first, any type of power play and dynamics.
You and Felix look at each other then back at him and both nod excitedly. Chan already has strong leadership qualities, especially around all of the boys so really this makes sense. It will be very attractive for him to be giving you full orders and expecting them to be followed. Even thinking about it makes your brain work overtime and you have to physically shake yourself out of it.
"Felix and I… we'll just see how it works out. But we’ll both listen to you, for sure. Sound good?"
You have to check with Chan if he's going to be in charge of both of you. A quick look between both of you and then he nods.
A moment goes by and you look at Felix with a smirk on your face. He frantically shakes his head before you turn back to a visibly confused Chan.
"Felix over here has a strength kink. Wants someone to manhandle him a bit." You drawl and Felix doesn't even mock tackle you.
"Yeah, well you have a size kink! Wanting someone to look down at you and hands fitting around your limbs."
Felix sticks his tongue out at you as you feel your cheeks heat up to the temperature of the sun. Perhaps Chan fits you better than first anticipated. Strength and size in one, not to mention some other interests he slots right into.
"Any kinks you both have and aren't about to expose to me?"
You and Felix easily speak in unison.
"Praise and hands."
The moment you say that Chan reaches his hands out and lays them vertically so you can see the incredibly veiny backs. Imagining those fingers in any of your wet holes has you readjusting your legs and you can hear Felix do the same next to you.
Felix clears his throat in an obvious attempt to quickly move along from that.
"Anything you have in mind, Channie?"
The nickname is affectionate and if you didn't know better you'd think the tips of Chan's ears are flushed under his curls.
"Praise for me is good, no matter who’s giving or receiving it. I like nicknames or pet names, titles as well."
When it becomes clear Chan isn't elaborating you both lean forward in a clear gesture for him to continue.
"Ok. Baby, bunny, angel, beautiful. For myself? I dunno, choose some. Particular titles especially."
You all have flushed cheeks as this is becoming a reality, hearing Chan say these things out loud. Hopefully, you'll both be saying some of them as well. One title sticks in your mind and you’ll just have to test whether he’s into that or not.
"Safewords." You state and both men nod. "We use the colour system generally. Green, yellow, red.”
"Sure," Chan easily agrees. It only slightly surprises you that he knows, and has probably used that exact safeword system before.
You lean forward to rest your cheek on your palm.
"I mean... I think that's everything? We can have a phone call or hangout if there's anything else."
Okay but... when? When are we gonna do this?" Felix points out.
It had gotten lost in actually arranging but the goal of this was actually enacting it all so that fact was a bit important.
"Like 2 weeks from now?" Chan says.
You consider it, a fair amount of time to go but not too far either. Enough time to mentally prepare but not to freak out fully and leave the country. You look at Chan then Felix who voices his agreement.
"Alright then, Saturday in 2 weeks. Come over for dinner, Chan. We can ease into it that way."
You stand and Felix follows. Heading to the door you both give Chan a hug, Felix longer and tighter than yours as usual.
You step out and turn around to face Chan again.
"See you later, daddy." You wink.
Felix purposefully makes his voice lower and repeats the playful words. It's obvious he tries to hide it but Chan shivers at Felix's voice. You only knew to look because he has the same effect on you.
The two weeks pass entirely as normal. A couple hangouts with various groups of the guys and knowledge of the future threesome doesn't invade your mind. The day before you thought Felix would be visibly stressed already but he seems entirely fine.
He seems fine to you, but Felix is good at hiding his emotions if need be. And he is freaking the fuck out. There came some point where it really settled in that this was a plan, it was happening, and it was going to be tomorrow. From that point on it had hardly left his head. Hiding his feelings while fucking around with the man? Is that even possible for a Lee Felix? It doesn’t really matter because it’s already happening, so really something is going to happen and he is determined not to ruin it.
To calm himself down there’s a number of things he can do, yet he chooses the one that wouldn’t make sense to most people. Calling his best friend, the slight hyperactive squirrel man, Han Jisung. Jisung is adept at the two things that can bring Felix out of almost any type of nervous state, whether with genuine comfort, or with chaotic distraction.
Yet when he calls, Jisung seems to know something is different.
“Soooooo, what is up my dude? How have you been?” Jisung sings.
“Ah, just a bit nervous for no reason and I know you’re not doing anything.”
Jisung is silent for a couple moments longer than the normal, puzzling.
“You sure it’s nothing? You’ve been…. extra. The past week, especially.”
Felix goes over the last times they’ve hung out together, especially as a group of 9. There’s nothing out of the ordinary that he thinks Jisung may count as ‘extra’, whatever that even means.
“Extra what, Ji? What are you even talking about?” Felix laughs, assuming Jisung will too and they can just move on.
“You’ve been staring at Chan like way more than usual, dude. I thought it was ridiculous before, but now… he’s either denser than a brick or ignores it.”
Felix’s mouth drops open and he’s silent for nearly half a minute. Other people have noticed how often he stares at Chan? Jisung noticed how much he stares at Chan? This is an entire disaster. And if Chan ignores his stares, then what does that mean. Actually, no, if he goes too far down that route then he’s going to chicken out of all of your plans and he wouldn’t dare ruin it.
“Are you the only one who noticed?” Felix asks hesitantly, mouthing please in hopes that if someone else has noticed as well, that it’ll just go away.
“No… Jeongin and Seungmin are wayyyyy too observant for that, the little demons. Minho, too. I haven’t heard from the others but if I’ve noticed then…” Jisung trails off. He’s not the least observant in the group. That title goes to Felix and Chan themselves. But he and everyone else would put him low on the list, so if he knows then almost everyone else probably does too. Well, shit.
“I’ll only tell you if you promise with your whole heart not to tell anyone else.”
Felix’s heart is pounding and it thrums loudly in his ears. Is he really about to tell someone else about this? Jisung, no less.
“I’m concerned but yeah, of course. Unless it’s a crime.”
Felix forces out a laugh, and he knows Jisung can tell but neither of them comment on it.
“So… maybe I have a bit of crush on Chan. It’s fine, it’ll go away eventually and I can just move on, but for now. I have crush feelings.”
Jisung is silent and Felix has to check if he hung up at some point.
“So you stare at your ‘just crush’ like he put the moon up himself? Not believing that or a second. But I understand now, so whatever. You gonna tell them or…?”
Felix lets out a real laugh this time, then scoffs like Jisung’s proposed robbing a bank tomorrow.
“And have them break up with me? No thanks, I’ll just live with it.”
This time its Jisung scoffing so hard his throat will be sore.
“You’re an idiot. If they love you, and we both know they do, then it’ll be fine. Be honest about your feelings, it’ll only make you stronger.”
Felix considers it, turning the idea over in his mind. Inevitably, his mind turns to your possible reactions. His dreams come first, the ones where you somehow like Chan as well and Chan likes you both. Or the ones where you’re ok with it. Or any of the ones where Chan even likes him back. But of course, the more likely reality. Where you’re uncomfortable or disgusted. Or want to… nope.
“I’ll think about it. Thanks Ji.”
“Sure man, anytime. Popcorns going so I’m gonna dip. Good luck.”
Felix is left in the silence of the bedroom to ponder. They both know he won’t do it but the wonderful fantasies make it seem possible. Some wonderful fantasies can come true, somehow.
The stress explodes in the morning. Felix is out of bed when you wake up and when you exit the apartment is practically sparkling. From top to bottom, you’d believe this house had never been lived in if your pictures and souvenirs weren’t everywhere. There's also a wonderful cookie smell coming from the kitchen, and it draws you in. Whenever Felix bakes it floods through your apartment and makes it seem like a home. Cheesy, yes, but it’s really what he does to you.
Felix's back is to you when you come in the kitchen and you wrap your arms around his stomach. He lets out a small squeak of surprise before giggling, face lighting up at you being awake finally.
"You do know Chan's been here before right? You didn't have to do this."
Felix sighs and turns to face you, leaving a kiss on your forehead.
"I know I didn't have to. I'm just nervous and all this kept my mind off of it for a bit."
You coo at your adorable boyfriend and peck his pink, pouting lips.
"No matter what happens he's just Chan. You're still you, I'm still me. It'll be ok, Fe."
The sigh Felix lets out has a different meaning to you both. You assume it's clearing his mind and re-centreing himself. Really it’s thoughts of how, at the end of the day Chan is never just Chan for him, but this is reality and not his ideal world. He doesn’t get to have two attractive partners to come home to every day. The timer goes off behind him and the reminder makes the smell of cookies flood your nose and mind again.
"Join me on the couch when you're done, baby. I'm gonna work on some stuff for a bit."
The reminder of cookies existing every timer goes off is delightful, and really the only reason timers should exist ever. Most of the way through the batter, Felix dances into the living room and feeds you one, delightful as always. He’s beautiful like this. The lingering stress showing on his face from the morning is entirely gone. The blinds are finally open for a reason and sunlight reflects off your sunshine.
The day passes easily once it begins and Felix is done practically vibrating out of his skin. In the early afternoon, he even falls asleep with his head in your lap for a while. Looking at him is like looking at a sleeping kitten, curled up and peaceful.
It gets later, a bit darker and you pull up the recipe on your laptop. The kitchen barely fits 2 people but you and Felix work well enough together that there are few problems. It’s nice to just… coexist with someone else so peacefully and naturally. The door rings and you and Felix glance at each other, for just a bit too long before he patters away.
They both pop their heads around the corner and Chan joins you both, squishing the kitchen space even more. He gives you both soft kisses on your foreheads, smiling and greeting you quietly. As soon as he does you and Felix look at each other and nod, kissing his cheeks at the same time. His cheeks flare bright red and his eyes widen but he quickly recovers. Expression settling and laughing, even if his ears and cheeks don’t stop burning for quite a while. Then you notice the box, probably a dessert that you won't be getting to tonight. Or… you will get to dessert technically, it just won’t be any of the typical sugar.
It proceeds normally, you may even forget what your plans are for a minute. But as plates start getting emptier Felix is the first to tense up. Chan follows soon after but you manage to stay the calmest, at least on the outside.
Chan puts his hand on your knee first and you stand. Suddenly, Felix's grasp comes from your other side and tugs you towards him. He looks so… innocent that you just can't help but tangle your fingers together. At the same time, he tilts his head up towards you, waiting for a kiss. Your hands tangle in his hair and press your lips against his.
You both turn to Chan after and he's sitting up, completely straight and still. You round the table and he puts his hand on your hip. It doesn't escape your notice about how much of you it covers and you resist looking down to see it.
"Can we kiss you?" You ask, breath fanning across his lips.
He should say no. Say no, say no, saynosaynosay-
"Yes." He says with false ease.
You lean in and he lets you lead it, simply resting his hands on you. Felix comes up behind you and rests his head on your shoulder, watching.
Chan briefly bites your bottom lip but you pull away before too much happens in the kitchen. Before you can move Felix switches places with you and throws his weight against Chan. It's like he was prepared and his hands go around Felix's back. You take a good long look at them before playing with Felix's hair and taking your own turn to watch them.
"We should go to your bedroom." Chan pants out, eyes blown wide when he opens them.
"You heard him, baby boy. Follow him."
You giggle when Felix whines at the pet name.
"You're our baby boy tonight, aren't you?" You tease.
Chan feels something flare inside of him when you use such possessive words, especially "our" anything. In any other situation, he knows it would be "your" and it kills him. He wants so much more, but he cannot either of you entirely in the way he wants so much. It's not a controlling type, simply a statement. Felix is yours as you are his, and neither of you are Chan's.
The moment you reach the room the door is closed and you are pinned onto it. You watch Felix disappear to change but Chan makes sure your attention is back to him quickly. He kisses you again, but harder this time.
Felix feels like this is a dream. Maybe he's finally achieved lucid dreaming. Because he's standing in the bathroom changing his skirt and about to have a threesome with his significant other and best friend/crush. That can't be real. So he's ready to wake up and tell you about the totally wild dream he had. But not the feelings, because those are still very real.
He never wakes up. Instead, he pulls the skirt on and walks out to see you pinned against the door and Chan nipping at your neck.
When Felix appears your attention is immediately split between them. It goes back to Chan pretty quickly when he starts whispering in your ear.
"I certainly know what I want to do. First, I'll watch the 2 pretty kittens in front of me for a while. A pretty picture being painted right in front of me. I'll keep the rest to myself for now. Go kiss your pretty boyfriend and give me a show, alright sweetheart?"
He backs away slowly and you go to Felix, whispering in his ear as well.
"He's going to watch and wants a good show from us first. So let's give him one, huh?"
Felix throws his arms over your shoulders and nods. Before you can tug him in he looks at Chan who nods as well before pulling out your desk chair.
Your kiss with Felix is already heated and messy, the extra thoughts of an audience and pleasing that audience in mind. It moves faster than you normally would when in the bedroom. Though the tension of the whole day, and especially of the dinner may be enough to make up for that.
Your hands roam furiously around each other and each time your lips break apart you each let out a gasp before diving back in. Felix starts walking you towards the bed with slow steps and flips it around so you fall onto his lap. Before he can do anything you fall to the ground on your knees.
When you flip up his skirt and see nothing underneath you can hear Chan groan from his spot. Immediately you sink your mouth down, gagging just slightly as he hits the back of your mouth. Taking a second to breathe, you look up at Felix who already has his eyes closed. When you stop his eyes flutter back open and his hands go to your hair, resting there with no intention of pulling. You bob your head slowly, not taking him all the way in every time. A couple times you try to glance at Chan in the corner but he’s moved farther than what you can see. So, your attention is focused on Felix who’s very entertaining and responsive on his own.
It starts as low moans that tell you he’s feeling good but you’re already looking for the high whines that you know he gives out. You hollow your cheeks and swirl your tongue in that way you know he likes, and the low groans turn into higher moans. They’re quieter than normal and you can tell he’s holding back, which is understandable, but you want him to let go.
Your head gradually bobs faster and faster, with Felix’s moans getting higher and more frequent. With one particularly deep dip, he hits your throat and a loud whine breaks free. You do it again and again, letting Felix lose control. His hands twist in your hair, still not enough to cause any pain to you, but his hips stay still to let you set the pace. You know Felix is close and you both want it and are both ready to receive it, even so early in the night.
“No, no, little one. He’s not cumming yet.” Chan suddenly speaks, tone firm.
Felix whines and you make a disappointed noise and slow down, not giving him enough of anything anymore.
Felix pushes you off of him with a shuddering breath and a poorly concealed whine. After a moment of confusion, you switch places with him. He’s on his knees and starts peeling off your pants, with the noises of Chan shifting in the background. With every inch of skin that is revealed under your pants, he makes sure to kiss it, all the way down to your ankles. He pulls down your underwear after, with less reverence and more impatience this time.
Before he can dive in, as he so clearly wishes to, Chan clears his throat across the room.
“Felix.” Said man perks up and turns towards Chan, eager to please. “Turn them towards me and let me have a look, won’t you baby?”
You obediently don’t move and let Felix turn your body, spreading your legs as well. Even without looking down, you know that you’re soaked already. Chan’s groan confirms it and you shift impatiently. Felix waits though, until Chan nods, before turning you back and getting his mouth on you.
All things considered, he’s gentle but the build-up and tension makes each bit of pleasure like a shot of electricity through your body. He licks eagerly, tasting you and making you twitch. Your hands go his hair less nicely than his did before. You tug at the strands, which only makes him moan into you which makes your hips buck into his mouth. Each small sound from Chan makes you want to see and feel him but you wait, indulging in Felix as is.
Felix knows exactly how you want it and with every minute that passes your whines get louder and with each flick of his tongue your brain gets fuzzier. Chan is taking a relatively hands-off approach for now but even with his seemingly infinite patience, he must want more. It’s hard to focus on that when Felix is eagerly slurping at your wetness and making you want to ride his face. You test the waters by rolling your hips once, twice, three times. When neither man stops you, you roll them incessantly.
With no prior experience, Chan somehow seems to know exactly when to stop you from getting too close.
“Felix, stop.”
Felix eagerly obeys, and you whine loudly in disappointment. One look from Chan cuts you off and you resolve to not protest again when he finally walks over. He stands above both of you but looks down with fondness and not scorn.
“How should we do this, pretty pets?”
You don’t even look at Felix before boldly speaking to him, knowing it was mostly a rhetorical question.
“Fuck me! Please?” Your sudden boldness is tempered by the way that Chan looks at you and you dip your head down.
Felix visibly brightens once his fuzzy brain puzzles out that he’ll probably get to be back in your mouth. He’s the first one onto the bed and you follow, Chan coming up behind you. Your kiss with Felix is interrupted by Chan tugging your shirt over your head and shoulders. He pulls it off and you turn around to pull his own clothes off, bringing Felix over as well.
Chan laughs when you both eagerly tug at his own clothes, trying to pull everything off at once.
“Slow down little ones. You’ll get it all soon.”
You and Felix stop and stare when his shirt comes off and you are suddenly very aware of him. It isn’t that Chan hides how muscular he is, just that you didn’t pay too much attention to it before. Now, you’re certainly paying a lot of attention. It’s broken when Chan goes to Felix’s shirt and you’re as excited as usual to reveal what’s underneath.
Just the sight of them alone nearly has you drooling and your hands run over their bodies at the same time, hardly believing they’re both in front of you. There’s hardly a chance to admire them as they both want to see you as well and pull your shirt up, one hand on either side.
Chan’s hands get on you and dip lower, lower and all the way down to between your thighs. You shiver and watch his face, waiting for his next move. Felix’s hands go up, to your nipples. His warm hands on you makes you shiver but still, you watch Chan who just is not moving. It makes you want to whine and beg but you know, almost for sure, that he’d disapprove. So you wait. The light touches on your nipples makes you whimper and moan occasionally and Chan watches you.
With a slowness that makes you want to scream, he pushes one finger inside. Even the barest feeling of being full makes you shudder and sigh in relief. After a few thrusts of his fingers where he meets no resistance, he pushes a second one in. You make a high noise in your throat and lean back against Felix’s chest, who takes the easy opportunity to kiss along your neck and shoulder.
The sensitivity of being so close from Felix’s mouth is still there and it has you moaning louder than you normally would. One of your hands reaches out and grabs Chan’s hand that is laying on his thigh. He doesn’t stop you so you bring it to your mouth and suck on two of his fingers. Felix lifts his head and groans at the sight, Chan’s pretty hands in your beautiful mouth.
Both men seem to thoroughly enjoy just playing with and teasing you, and it feels so good that you honestly don’t want them to stop. But you’re also craving so much more. With reluctance, you pull Chan’s fingers out of your mouth and whine at him.
“Daddy, please!”
He raises an eyebrow at your insistent tone and pushes another finger into you. It makes your head fall back onto Felix’s shoulder but also increases the need of being filled by Chan right now.
“No~ need you to fill me up, please.”
He slams his fingers into you, hard and deep and it makes you gasp.
“Do these fingers not fill you enough? They just aren’t good enough for you.”
Felix behind you huffs then laughs, clearly caught between finding Chan’s teasing amusing or exasperating on your behalf.
“Don’t make me say it! You know what I want.”
Felix finally starts sucking marks on your shoulder and it makes you sigh happily, a good distraction for just a moment before Chan speaks again.
“I wanna hear you say it, sweetheart. I want to hear you beg.”
Chan’s tone makes even Felix gasp, his mouth disconnecting from you and a sudden, hot breath caressing your sensitive skin. You shiver from the many sensations on your body and the sudden addition of his clear order.
“Want… want your dick, please. Daddy, fuck me!”
After you’re done speaking Chan puts his fingers back in your mouth, letting you suck on them contentedly. If you’re going to get what you want you have to leave what you have and Chan pulls all of his fingers out of you at once. You know better than to whine so you hold it back, but your eyes screw shut in displeasure.
“All fours, doll. Come on now.” Chan coaxes, and Felix also sighs when he has to disconnect from you. Chan takes that time to get a condom, and when he turns he just admires you and Felix on the bed. A perfect picture, but one that he’s also involved in tonight.
You get on your hands and knees then just wait for them to touch you again. Felix knows he’s still a bit sensitive and waits for Chan to start. Chan with infinite patience that is now absolutely killing you. His hands are feeling you up, down your ass and thighs and back up again. When he notices how obviously impatient you both are he finally lines himself up with your entrance and pushes in.
It makes you sigh. The opening of your mouth prompts you to look up at Felix who smiles down at you. You push your neck out, wanting him in your mouth and he pets your head. His fingers lift your chin and make you look up at him again.
“Be good for us, baby. Make us feel good.”
You eagerly nod and he finally moves closer. Once the tip of his dick is in your mouth, you start swirling your tongue around it. The moment he thrusts in you open your mouth wider and let him use it. It doesn’t take Chan and Felix long, as close and in sync as they are, to set a rhythm where when one of them pushes in the other pulls out. Chan’s thrusts push you towards Felix so much that his cock is nearly always in your mouth fully.
At some point, you can feel the drool starting to drip down your chin and Felix coos while he wipes it away.
“So messy, baby! Drooling all down my cock.”
All you can do is hum in agreement and hope he hears it. Being absolutely ruined with him in your mouth is always a fun experience and having Chan behind you improves it quite a lot. Speaking of Chan. His hand has come around and two of his fingers are feverishly rubbing your clit. It makes the long-awaited pressure build-up and he groans when you clench around him.
“Such pretty pets in front of me. Wet holes dripping down our dicks and making everybody messy. You just can’t hold it in, can you little one? That’s ok, we know you’re enjoying it.”
Chan’s voice is raspy when he speaks and it bolsters your confidence to know how good he’s feeling, too. It’s not as if you can say or do much about it. Especially not when you can feel an orgasm building and he thrusts so hard to make you dizzy.
Felix broke back into high whines a minute or two ago. When he speaks, it’s strained and he can barely get more than a few words out at a time if he can think them at all.
“Gonna cum. I want you to- to swallow it. Holy fucking shit, your mouth is so good, honey.”
You open your eyes, when did they even close, to look up at Felix. Attempting to get across how good he feels and how badly you want it. His chest rises and falls with quick, harsh breaths. Chan is so good behind you, rubbing your clit in small circles and long length filling you up better than you dared to hope. Your own peak is building but can barely focus on that for now, no matter how badly you want to.
Felix hits your throat once then twice more and with a small cry and jerk of his hips he cums. His whole body quivers and trembles as his seed shoots down your throat. You cough on it for a moment but swallow it down. The convulsion of your mouth projects a high-pitched whine from his own.
The moment Felix leans back, and your mouth is still left open, Chan drives into you roughly. A noise of surprise that you barely recognize comes from you before you start moaning, feeling your own high so presently. With Felix no longer in front of you, Chan holds your hips and pulls you back, slapping against your skin even louder every time he thrusts in. The continued stimulation on your clit is almost overwhelming in its intensity.
Felix can see the grunts and groans leaving Chan’s mouth but can’t hear them due to your own keening moans. To everyone’s surprise, Chan cums before you do but doesn’t dare stop or slow down his pace, even when it overstimulates him. The movements of his hips are less fluid but it doesn’t make you feel any less pleasure. With each thrust, he had learned to hit nearly any spot you needed him to.
He’s left panting but is rewarded when you let out a gasp and something that sounded like ‘gonna cum’. Your whole body shivers when it washes over you and even still Chan thrusts which makes shake that much more intense. Eventually, he stops when it becomes far less pleasurable for himself, he has a limit, but still rubs circles on your clit. A distraction shows in the way of Felix who climbs onto his lap. The relief and pleasure are still coursing through you and you flop to your side, curling your legs up and inwards. You watch them kiss through blurry eyes and how Felix submits to him so readily.
“Lixie~ one more? Inside?” You pout.
Chan coos and runs a thumb over your puffed-out bottom lip. It’s always a bit of extra fun when you let Felix cum inside. It’s a bit messy which neither of you really wants to deal with afterwards. Tonight’s special so why not add an extra little bit of a reward for him?
Felix turns to you and gasps. When you don’t laugh it off, he moves in front of you.
“Can you ride me? If you’re not too tired, I mean, of course.”
The way he nearly spits out the words, like they just can’t come out fast enough is adorable. You prop yourself up on your hands and look at Chan over his shoulder, with wide eyes just barely seen by him.
“Go ahead, pets. I’ll join the show again in a bit.”
You giggle and nearly tackle Felix down by his shoulders. His hands go to your hips out of instinct but you sit on one of his thighs first. Sitting on his thigh, you nearly want to grind and ride on it, looking at Chan’s thighs makes you fully pout again. Those are some good thick ones that you’d love to sit on. Felix chuckles when sees what you’re staring at but tugs you forward by the hips to try and get you moving.
You make a noise of recognition and easily sit down fully on his dick. The familiar fullness makes you let out a small mewl.
“Does he feel good, kitty?”
“Mmh, yes. Really good, daddy.” Your voice is breathy, different from the fully voiced moans from when Chan was railing you before.
“Ride him then, doll.”
The order that you were actually waiting for comes and you bounce, slowly. Chan is intending to let you go at your own pace but when a fair amount of time passes, with a fair few whiny moans from Felix, he tsks.
“You can do better than that. Faster, harder. Make him feel good.”
You place both palms flat on Felix's chest and spread your fingers wide. Your thighs flex as you ride him and the slide makes you gasp. After you’ve set a steady pace for yourself you take your hand to your clit, starting a bit slowly but going quicker as the stimulation doesn’t quite satisfy you as you need it to. Felix watches you, enraptured. You try to look back whenever your eyes are open but it’s overwhelming and they swiftly screw shut again.
Felix is back to his low groans that you can nearly feel and it’s nearly unbearably unattractive. Chan thinks the same if the small noises he, unintentionally, lets out are any indication. He tries to mumble praises to you but more often it’s Chan who takes the lead.
“Such pretty little babies, putting on a good show. Only for daddy to see.” “You both look so cute and small. I’d be able to ruin you both so easily.”
His words and encouragement make you clench and Felix jerks his hips up into you more than once as well. It’s good and you want to keep going but soon your thighs are a bit sore and tired and you begin to slow down again, whining in disappointment.
“Looks like kitty can’t quite keep up anymore. Why don’t you do it instead, Lix?”
The familiar nickname used in such a different context makes Felix suck in a sharp breath and his eyes widen. He’d really like to get used to that but as it is he holds your hips and starts pumping. Felix just manages to hit different spots inside of you when he does it himself and he has you moaning loudly within a minute.
When you look back over at Chan he’s jerking himself off in time with Felix’s movements. He’s not sitting close enough for either of you to reach but his eyes flick all over both of you, taking it all in. Looking down at Felix, his eyes are completely closed but his mouth is open to let you hear his low moans. They get a bit louder and you can tell he’s getting close so you turn on the begging.
“Lixie, baby. Cum inside me, please. Want you to make it all messy and I wanna see it drip out.”
Felix grunts and starts cursing under his breath. In less than two minutes he spills inside you and the warm spurts of cum fill you up more. Your breath is heavy as you get closer again yourself. Chan finally joins you again, fingers replacing yours. Felix still jerks his hips into you as much as he can, but he’s too sensitive for too much of it. Still, Chan’s hand just works and you roll your hips into his hand to feel more. He barely has to do anything honestly. Still jerking himself off with the other hand you can tell he’s holding back by how tight his voice is.
“Use Lix and my hand to get yourself off, kitten. I’ll do it with you, too.”
Your mouth falls open and a long, loud moan comes out. Your second orgasm feels like an overflow of the senses, so much so that you barely even notice Chan spilling over yours and Felix’s legs. You come down with a shiver and your legs and fingers are left with the most shakiness.
“Up, sweetheart. We wanna see it drip.”
Felix’s voice is low and rough but not stern. You nod and slip off of him, laying down and letting them both see. It’s nothing you can see yourself but from both of their low noises, it’s very appreciated.
You’re all left panting, sweaty, and shaky. You stay on your back and throw your legs on top of Felix’s. Chan stands and shuffles off to find towels for you all first. It makes you recognize that you need water and you grumble and sigh before standing. Felix hears you and jumps up to get you on his back. Just as you get onto Felix’s back, Chan returns.
“Why don’t we dry ourselves off first, okay cuties?”
You both sit back on the bed and look up at Chan with wide eyes. He continues to take care of you both as best he can and it makes you even sleepier, eyes drooping occasionally. Felix keeps you awake with small jabs and pokes. Everything you all need is done and Chan has agreed to stay for the night. All the buses have stopped, Ubers seem sketchy, and any other arguments he may have are shot down. As well as the argument for him just sleeping on the couch. Felix wiggles himself in the middle and shoots a firm ‘cuddle me’ at Chan before snuggling happily down and going to sleep.
You and Chan share small glances of bewilderment before settling in as well. It’s hesitant but you can feel how Chan eventually moves in, centimetres at a time, to do something that could be considered as cuddling Felix, if you really want to stretch it. The bed is full but instead of feeling crowded you feel comforted, knowing two of your favourite people are the ones there with you.
Chan wakes first but doesn't move in a way that would indicate he's in anything but deep sleep. Once he's sure neither of you are awake he sits up and gazes at both peaceful, sleeping faces in front of him. You're both beautiful in the throes of passion but there is something about the peaceful light of day that pangs his heart differently.
Surreptitiously, under the blankets you and Felix hold hands but lay with eyes closed as you feel Chan looking, observing. He takes a heavy breath in that makes you want to sit up and ask, comfort him, but something about the stillness in the air stops you.
"Fuck," he curses lowly, but in a different way than the last night. "You're both so beautiful, I wish every morning could be like this."
You stay quiet, even if thoughts race through your mind, but sensitive Felix gasps, no matter how hard he tries to muffle it. Chan leans back against the wall to create as much distance as possible.
Felix sits up slowly and you follow a moment after. Chan lets out some nervous, forced chuckles. The confidence of yesterday has melted away, leaving the usual, shyer Chan sitting here instead.
"Channie?" He shudders. "What did you mean by that?"
He stutters and fumbles, trying not to lie but also keep feelings intact. Eventually, he just stops and freezes everything for a moment. Then before you can even think, he tries to leap off the large bed towards the door. Felix is fast and grabs one wrist while you rush to stand and grab the other to push him back down.
There is no fight, only an acceptance to sit back down.
"Channie, please." Felix chokes out the words and when you look at him he's on the verge of tears.
Why is unknown, but it's clear this is going to be a difficult conversation.
Chan sighs and runs a hand through his hair, flipping his head to look at both of you.
"I never thought this was going to happen, any of this. Last night, everything this morning. But whatever happens, don't let my words affect your relationship."
He looks at both of you separately to receive an agreement.
"I really like you both, romantically. Maybe even love but I've tried to avoid the thoughts. For obvious reasons."
In the silence of anticipation, Felix's tears had dried on his eyes but now they sit, teetering on the edge of his eyelids.
"Lix. Are you ok? You look like you're about to burst." You speak gently to Felix because he looks like a terrified little animal.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I was never going to tell you."
Your confusion only grows at his vague words and you can't see Chan from the way he's turned his head.
"I understand if you wanna break up with me. I'd probably want to if the roles were reversed."
A gentle hand on his knee prompts Felix to raise his head and look at you.
"It's ok, love. I'm sure we can work this out. Just tell me the whole story first."
"Chan and I have been best friends for so long, years before I thought about dating anyone. He's seen all my highs and lows. Then you came and changed that a lot and we started dating. But still, somewhere along the way I... I developed feelings for him."
Felix curls himself so small it seems impossible and leans away from both you and Chan. You sit in stunned shock and try to make sense of everything that just happened. When your eyes focus again Chan's eyes are flicking between you and Felix. Felix.
You mentally curse and lunge towards him, embracing him in a tight hug.
"Can you look at me, my love?" You coax gently.
He sobs harder at the loving, familiar pet name coming from your mouth but obliges. Somehow still the prettiest man you may have ever seen, but that's not important.
"It's ok." You say simply.
Felix looks at you in confusion, sobs still wracking his body periodically even as he tries to hold them back.
"Your feelings for Chan, they're ok."
You can hear the small, confused noise Chan makes from his spot behind you but mostly you hear the loud whimper of Felix in front of you.
"What? Are you joking? How are you ok with knowing your boyfriend has a crush on someone else. His best friend, as well. One of the people you're both closest to. And you're ok with that?"
The points Felix is making aren't completely out there. But there's something that flares up in your chest, something amazing, when Chan and Felix interact so tenderly. Their normal banter is what you expect but when it's quieter or later they get softer and so do you when looking at them.
"I am. I like that you two have an incredible dynamic completely separate with me. Of course, I love talking to you both as well. I can't explain it, but it's there. So yes, it's ok."
Felix launches himself onto your lap and buries his face in your chest. You focus on him, nuzzling your nose in his hair and rubbing his back. To the point where you almost get lost in your own world completely. Of course, almost is the key word.
Chan watches in envy as you both drift off into a comfortable affection and closeness. There was just a whole confession but he can’t help but feel like he doesn’t fit perfectly, not yet anyways. He wants to hold you like that, or Felix, or both. Maybe later, not today. Today he needs to go home and let you have a day to yourselves.
Chan is off the bed before you can even speak and you and Felix look at him, puzzled.
"Haha, um, I just don't to y'know intrude on your morning routine or anything. You don't need to get up I'll just go, yeah. We can talk more another time."
Your deadpan look to Chan somehow increases as he says 'intrude' and you're sure Felix has pulled out his sad kitty look.
"Chan. Bang Chan. Christopher Bang. Sit down." You order.
Felix laughs when he follows your order, almost dazedly, and sits back down to fiddle with his hands.
"Can I kiss you? For real this time." You ask, Felix moves off your lap in anticipation.
Chan looks up at you with his jaw hanging down. He nods then closes his mouth and clears his throat.
"Yes. Please."
You're half on his lap with your arms around his neck before he pulls you in. After a dizzying minute or so you pull away.
Felix would be mad you got to kiss Chan with feelings first if it wasn't so damn attractive. When neither of you moves he whines and does grabby hands in that general direction.
You move out of the way and watch as Chan goes to Felix without hesitation. Chan is wider and could probably cover Felix up entirely from the right angle. They're so soft. Chan's hands are barely touching Felix's waist and Felix's hands are moving up Chan's arms and shoulders. They’re beautiful. Absolutely stunning. When they pull away from each other your hands go to rest on each of their shoulders’ and you level Chan with a stern look.
“Just listen until I’m done. No interrupting. Just listen.”
He has the presence of mind to just look slightly sheepish and nod.
“Me and Felix have been dating for a while but that will make you no less of a valued or important member of this relationship. If we’re going to do this then we all need to communicate our feelings to each other. So, Chan. If we ever, ever, make you feel left out in any way, you need to tell one of us. That goes for all of us in any situation.”
You sit back but Felix catches you and pulls you into his side. Chan follows his lead and moves in front of you, putting his long arms to use and hugging both of you. You all sit in peace and adoration for a bit before stomachs begin to grumble a bit. Chan is the first to disentangle himself and the look of disbelief that crosses his face all over again is almost comical.
"You're... This is ok?"
You giggle at his still present disbelief. Hesitantly, you reach one hand towards him and he grabs it and moves toward you. While still making eye contact he gingerly presses his lips to the top of Felix's head.
"It's real, Channie. I promise." You giggle then whisper.
Chan pulls his hand back and looks at both of his palms in shock. You give him a few moments then he reaches his arms back around both of you as best he can and buries his face in Felix's shoulder.
"Thank you." He mumbles.
"Three's a party, not a crowd for us.” You reply, leaning on Felix as well.
Felix is the glue that binds you two together, and the one that got you here in the first place. For not the first time and not the last, you're happy to have met him.
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Lincoln Clay SFW A-Z
- written with a chubby reader in mind, but that’s not the main focus at all.
!: possible suggestive themes. nothing too serious tho
A= activites- what do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?
When Lincoln does have time to spend with you [ Aside from any missions he takes you on] he likes to take you out to do things. He will take you to areas and districts he has already claimed so that it’s safe for the two of you. And then he leaves it up to you. You want dinner? You got it. You wanna go to a show? You got it. You wanna have a night in with just you and him? You can have that too. But he wants to show you off.
B=beauty- what do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?
Lincoln enjoys his s/o’s shoulders/chest. He thinks that your collar bones are beautiful, and he enjoys a sweetheart neckline. When he sees you during the day, his arms always find their way around your shoulders. And at night in the bed, he wraps his arms around your shoulders and crushes you against his side. His face finds its way to your neck and chest by the end of the night
C=comfort- How would they help their s/o during hard times or when they need it most?
When you come to him with an issue, and it so happens that you ended up getting hurt or threatened. Then he handles the issue right away, he may have other things to do but you are at the top of his list. He will make sure you never have to deal with this issue again. If the issue happened to be more emotional, he may not be as much help. But he will hold you until you pull yourself together and assure you that he has your back.
D= dreams- how do they picture their future with their s/o?
All Lincoln knows is that he wants you for as long as he can keep you. He will continue to fight to keep you, but he knows some day soon his story will come to an end. The thought that his life is not guaranteed is the only reason why your future is iffy.
E= equal- are they the dominant one or are they more passive in your relationship?
As much as my switch ass hates to admit it, he ends up being the more dominant one in the relationship. He leads the way day in and out. Let you know when to go and where. Stands in front of you when you go places, and nudges you behind him a little for most conversations. Checks in on you all the damn time, and does most of the stuff for you when at home, even when you insist you can handle it.
F= Flirting- how often do they flirt or tease their s/o? How smooth are they?
He is flirting with you every chance he gets. Sly little things whisper into your ear when you try making breakfast. Lingering touches when you begin getting dressed for the day. Filthy things said over the dinner table, just to startle you a little. Smoother than he should be. Every move he makes has the ability to lead into a quickie somewhere. A dangerous man indeed.
G= Gratitude- How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o does for them?
Lincoln is very grateful for you. He knows he can be considered scary, he hears it enough from the people on the street. But his heart swells every time he returns to your shared Apartment and all of you are still there. He Doesn't know how he would patch himself up if you were there as well, you keep him clean and healthy after a long day.
H=Honesty- do they have any secret that they keep from their s/o or do they share everything
Lincoln doesn’t talk about the things he did during the war, he will talk about his time, and about the activities he did with donovan. But he leaves out the gross gorey details, he doesn't want to come off as a monster
I=Inspiration- did their s/o change something about them or is it the other way around? (it could be personal issues or just trying new day to day things)
You have reminded him that there is still a little heart within him. When he comes home, he tries to remind himself that this is you. And that you love him. And he tries to put that hardcore, Sal killing mindset away, and just tries to relax
J=jealousy- do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?
I don't think that he is given many chances to get jealous. I think he knows that the two of you are in a relationship, and I think that he would have trust for you. If he ever does get jealous, he will bring it up and maybe ask a question. But he really just wants peace of mind not to create problems for the two of you.
K=kiss- how do they kiss? What was the first kiss like?
Well for starters Lincoln alway kisses you when he sees you, and when he's saying goodbye. These kisses are short and chaste, just enough to give a taste of you for good measure. His other kisses are always more intense, his hand squeezing your waist or thread through the hair on the back of your neck, just to hold you in place while he kisses you. Breathes in the scent of you deeply and doesn't let you go until he’s done kissing you
L=Love confession- How did it go down?
He was hurt pretty badly after a mission. It seems like all the adrenaline shots in the world couldn't help his case. He was hurting real bad, but all he could think about was coming to you, and making you the last thing he sees, before his time is up. But your home appeared closer than he thought it would, and before collapsing on your doorstep he knocked on the door. [Ever the gentleman] And After hearing your concerned gaps and the watering of your eyes and felt safe enough to sleep. And when he woke up, the first thing he saw was your form right next to him. He had to let you know how felt, before he never got the chance again
M=Marriage- do they want to get married? How do they propose? Wedding day description?
Marriage may seem like a far off dream for Lincoln. The only thing he sees set in stone for his future is Sal Marcono’s death. I think Under different circumstances, with Sammy still alive, he would be a married man for sure.
N=nicknames- what do they call their s/o?
Puddin
Peaches
Darlin
Honey
O=Obsessed- how protective are they of their s/o? How much are they worried about them?
Lincoln is as protective as one can be. When at your home, he is alway in the same room as you. He may be doing something like reading a file, or fixing his guns but his glance always finds its way back to you. When he is out with you he is your shadow, right behind you or almost flanking you. He worries about you sometimes, when he has to leave the area of your home, he finds himself calling you, or asking Donovan to check up on you.
P=PDA- are they obvious about the relationship? Do they talk a lot about his s/o? Are they okay with affection in front of others?
Lincoln does not just go running around yelling about you. That being said his immediate crew does know about you, sometimes with you coming with him on missions you run into them. Cassandra and Vito are favorable to you, And Burke is.. well.. Burke. PDA in front of the other is rare as when you two are out together there is rarely time for that.
Q= Quirk- some random ability they have in a relationship
Lincoln is just a little touch starved, the human contact he receives is associated with pain and lies. So i think he won't ever need any space, sit next him, on his lap, look over his shoulder when he reads. Just touch him he loves it
R=Romance- how romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o smile? Are their ideas rather original or creative?
Lincoln takes any chance he has to be romantic.When he isn’t trying to get things done, he likes to spend his time with you. Dates outside of your home are not a common occurrence, he just doesn’t feel like he can really keep you safe. His romance has more of a catering feel. He shadows you a lot so you find yourself not needing to grab things or reach on your own, he’s already one step ahead of you. He likes to make you laugh by being his cute butterbean self.
S=support- do they push their s/o to do better? Do they believe in them?
lincoln isn't the type of person to get to involved in his S/o’s personal life, i mean we all know he is a busy man. If he does push his S/o to do better it's because he knows it's something his S/o is passionate about. He wants the best for you and believes in you as well, he just isn't overbearing about it and may need to be reminded to express that verbally sometimes.
T=thrill- are they okay with a certain routine or do they need some spice every once in a while?
Lincoln needs routine in his life. He has spent most of it away at war where nothing is ever the same. And when he attempted to rebuild his life the first time, everything went sideways. Knowing exactly what going to happen when he comes to see you is something that make him feel stable, and it is something that he craves
Understanding- how well do they know you? Are they sensitive to your emotions?
If Lincoln has committed to being your S/o then he knows you like the back of his hand. He knows when you have good days and bad ones and is always ready to step in and lend a hand
V=Value- how important is your relationship compared to other things in their life?
This question is a little tricky for Lincoln because he has a job to do . He loves you but he also knows that this is a thing he needs to get done. And in order to do that sometimes his job may have to come before you. In the names of people on his list, you are at the top. If you are not his first thought then you are the second.
W=Wild card-Random Fluff bomb!!
Lincoln finds great pleasure in being helpful towards you any time he can get involved in something you’re doing, he wants to be the one who helped you finish.
X=XOXO- how affectionate are they? Are they a cuddle bug or do they like their space?
Because he can always see you, he tends to be very affectionate with you. In his day to day life he doesn't get much healthy skin to skin contact, so any chance he has to get some love from you he takes it. He is a cuddle bug, when you take a seat on the couch he sits next to you but much closer than he should be. When out in public his arm finds its way around your waist and shoulders on its own.
Yearning- what happenes when they miss you
When he misses you he finds anyway he can to reach out to you and tell you that he loves you. He most likely has a memento that you've given him in the past that he keeps on him for moments like this. Other than that he gets really solemn, he punches a little harder so he can have a reason for you to clean him up.
Zzz- how do you both fall asleep/nap
When sleeping you both are engulfed in each other. His arms wrapped around you pressing you to him as tight a possible. One leg thrown over his side and your arms around his neck keeping him close to your chest. ITs hot and sticky and gross but you can hear his heartbeat and the sound of his breathing and decide that it's worth it.
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prologue
TANGLED UP
PAIRING: Akaashi Keiji x fem!reader
GENRE: romance | a bit of angst (≖ ͜ʖ≖) | mutual pining
TROPE: strangers ? to lovers
GIST: a serendipitous occurence resulted you to become penpals with your neighbor, however, conflict rises when circumstances push you to choose between your budding fondness for the latter and your long-time infatuation on the setter, Akaashi Keiji.
a/n: if it's your first time seeing this it's better to read the prologue first so you can have an idea about the background of the story as it helps with the build up of the whole plot, thanks!
part 1/?
"kei?" kaori says between chews. you nod in response. "kei rings a bell but i cant put my finger on it."
"i know who are referring to!" yukie chimes in as you sit between two managers of fukurodani's volleyball team. she reaches for a pocky stick from a box held by kaori. she continues,
"it reminds you of karasuno's blonde middle blocker, tsukishima kei. kei is his first name." your eyebrow arches up when yukie mentions a name you never heard of before.
"who's that?" you turn your head to the other side where kaori sits.
"probably." she nods in agreement. she brings her eyes to the short haired girl before pointing at her using her chewed on pocky stick. "but that information does not help at all."
"why?" you ask, keeping your eyes glued to her as you take another treat from the box.
"cause they live in miyagi prefecture. you said kei is two houses away from your place." kaori clarifies as she tilts the box to your side so the two of you can get more.
"oh." you speak through the pepero stick resting on top of you bottom lip. you shift your gaze away from the brunette.
"but kei does ring a bell." yukie says pulling your attention back to her. "i know quite a few keis from first years to third years.
"how do you meet freshmen and seniors?" kaori speculates, narrowing her eyes at the girl caught red handed. the latter chuckles in fear.
"just... connection." she beams at her suspiciously.
"mm, convincing." she squints her eyes further before bringing her orbs back to you. "so, you have been talking to kei through letters even though you're literally steps away from him."
"yep." you nod, keeping an eye at a specific player of the volleyball team.
"you guys never planned on meeting?" yukie adds.
"it's like an unspoken agreement maybe because we assumed that we would eventually meet since our parents knew each other. the catch is both of our parents are crazy busy so the whole summer is spent through letters. besides, i don't know what to expect when i meet him. the mystery behind not knowing who you send letters to is kinda part of our friendship."
"and you never talk about real names and appearance?"
"names. oddly, he knows my childhood nickname. though i told him once to not call me by it but he promised to never use it in school if we ever meet. i call him kei because that's the name he signed on his first letter. for appearance, we never talked about it but i did see him once, though."
"really?!" both girls said in unison as they unconsciously lean in as the topic at discourse hooks their attention.
"top of his head but not his face. it was one night when i fell asleep on my desk near the window. i woke up to the rattling sound of the metal gate and then i saw him put the letter inside our mailbox. he was using a school provided duffle bag so i knew he was in sports even though he never mentioned it to me in letters."
"and his jersey?" kaori questions.
"he was wearing his clothes." you continue. "he has dark hair so that's one indicator, i guess."
"most of us have dark hairs. if only his hair is as wild as bokuto's you could've easily spotted him."
"i know!" you chuckle.
"any personal information?" yukie says raising her eyebrow up, acting like a detective solving a case.
"well, i know his favorite color and he knows mine too. no, actually, he doesn't. we had a guessing game about it. he told me i look like a purple lover but i never told him he's right and left him in the dark just to piss him off but he told me i was right about him liking grey and black." you let out another round of chuckle as you recall the memory. you can sense him pissed off through the way his words were written when you refused to tell him your favorite color. he called you unfair and mean but to your extent you find it funny.
"wow, so much for personal information." koari sarcastically remarks making you laugh again.
you flip your hand over to peer at the wrist watch hugging your skin. 4:25pm. you roughly still have fifteen minutes before you go back to the club room.
"why do you limit yourself when you give your members unlimited time to walk around?" kaori interrogates you.
"it looks bad for the head of the creatives to be gone for a long period of time during club period even if im trying to look for an inspiration beyond the boundaries of a four-walled room." your words came out easy like it's been rehearsed over and over again in your head.
"so, you decide to expand the 'four-walled room' and hangout at the volleyball gym instead?" kaori teases you by emphasizing the three words as she mimics a quotation mark in the air.
"sounds like an excuse to me." yukie giggles to herself as she looks at you.
"look out!" the same player you keep an eye on suddenly screams at your direction.
your eyes peel open at the ball in the air traveling towards you. kaori's usual quick senses are tied down to a box of pocky in her hands. you are left alone to defend yourself. luckily, your reflex saves you in time as you lift both hands in the air, waiting for the ball to make contact, and surprising everyone including yourself as your hands catch the ball before it lands on your face.
"sorry." the same man says as you hear his shoes squeak against the waxed floor of the gym. you pull your hands down to reveal the man before you.
it's him. akaashi.
your heart starts beating when your pupils instantly lock. your mouth falling slightly ajar at the proximity between the two of you. sure, it isn't the first time he's been this close to you since he knows you as the managers' friend but the rarity of him approaching you and talking to you is what catches you off guard.
"it's fine." you say once you were able to pull senses back to reality. you throw the ball to him and he catches it effortlessly.
"you sure?" it takes you two words from him before your cheeks begin to flush in crimson red.
"yeah, sure, yeah, totally." somehow his existence has stripped you off from forming coherent words. you feel like a fool for repeating senseless words to him. interacting with him makes you a staggering mess.
the coach whistles to signal the players for quick break. akaashi flashes you a small smile before jogging to the spot where his bag is.
"i told you the gym is inspiring." you mutter to yourself while still keeping an eye to the setter.
"you mean your infatuation for akaashi is inspiring." yukie corrects you but shush her off. your grin widens as your mind does a replay of the earlier situation.
his eyes are as mesmerizing since the first time you saw him during the first year inaguration when you had to be seated next to him. he would smile at you everytime your eyes would cross. obviously, you find the contrast of his smile from his impassive face endearing. you knew he caught your attention since day one but you never thought your infatuation for him would last more than a year.
akaashi bends his back down to open his bag placed on the floor. he pulls out an extra towel before damping it on his face. an envelope peaking out from the front pocket of his bag grabs your attention. it's tinted in pastel pink and heart stickers clad the corners of the envelope.
it's certainly from someone who admires him. perhaps, a confession letter.
you begin to feel the downside of liking a person from a distance. moreover, suffering an unrequited fondness from someone who has everyone's eyes on. you know you aren't the only one in this entire school who has a crush on him but unlike them you never acted on your feelings.
your tongue taste bitter as the devouring jealously plagues your mind. this is why you have attempted several times to move on from him. you didn't like the rancorous fueled emotions you feel once in awhile. you know you have no right to feel this way but you also know that you can't control the emotions you feel.
the best way to cope with this is to get over your petty feelings for him.
you push yourself up from the bench. your sudden motion earns an alarmed look from both of your friends.
"why?" kaori asks, eyes wondering at your the unfamiliar expression your face holds. you are smiling yet your brows are pulled into scowl. you bite the insides of your cheeks as if something's bothering you.
"im heading back." the only solution you can think of right now is to walk off hoping that the undesirable feeling residing in your chest dissipates.
"you still have ten more minutes left and we haven't finished the snack yet." yukie pouts.
you figured the only way for them to buy your excuse to put on a fake facade. so, you pull the corners of your lips upward. your eyes turning into half-moons.
"mission is done. i have my inspiration. so, bye!" you shoot them finger guns before quickly turning around. your plastered smile is instantly replaced by a drawn in tight lips. your body feeling heavier from the lie you had to put up to. a dragging exhale escapes from your mouth once your foot has stepped out from the gym.
on your way to the club room, you try to push your negative thoughts away. you want to appear composed in the eyes of your members. in that way, you can maintain your respectful image not only for yourself but for the sake of the group as well.
your phone vibrates from your pocket making you stop your tracks as your fingers instinctively do it's job to check the notification. you scan through the mail sent by the chairperson of the school and immediately your scowl is replaced by a genuine smile. slowly the pessimistic thoughts are driven away from your consciousness.
"call everyone back in the room." your commanding voice orders the members to text the others the moment you reach the room. they obliged and begin texting their buddies to come back.
once everyone has been summoned back to the room, your smile widens. you stand infront, your back facing a moveable whiteboard and your hands planted flat on the surface of the meeting table. all members are seated around the rectangular mahogany table with their eyes focused on you.
"good news and bad news." you pause before continuing. "the bad news is we are going to be extremely busy in the next coming days or weeks, even. the good news is," you pull your phone out from the pocket of you bottoms, waving the device in the air. "we got the approval for the collaboration project from the chairperson AND they agreed on supporting us with the budget cost!" your voice increases as you break the news to them.
everyone cheered in joy. some of the threw their fists in the air while the others sank on their sits with their hands cupped on their cheeks in shock.
you made a survey at the beginning of the year as to what activity do the members look forward to in doing in the future. majority stated fashion designing as their top one. so, you came up with a project. a collaboration project between the creatives team and the sports team. the aim is to provide them a piece of clothing that they can put on during interschool battles. of course, as the new head of the creatives you did everything you could to fulfill their wishes and now it has come true.
"but we are only allowed to design a piece of clothing for one sports team." you say between their cheers.
"i don't think we can handle every sports team in this school so that's still a good news." one member from the team assures you. you smile at him.
"and now we draw lots. secretary, please list down all the sports team in fukurodani and make sure to include everyone." the secretary nods.
"we also have to specify if it's for the men's or women's." you lock eyes at the vice president. "kindly, do that" you shoot her a smile and immediately she acts on it.
you walk to the drawers situated in one corner of room. you remember seeing empty boxes in the drawer left by the old members of the club. you pull the drawer out. you smile as your memory proves you right. with your free hand, you take two tiny boxes before heading back to the meeting table.
"complete!" the secretary exclaims after going through the list. she tears the paper into pieces, each small strips containing a sports. the vice president did the same. they both put the rolled papers inside the box.
"ill draw for the sports and one member draws for the men's or women's. quick, whoever wins a rock paper scissors battle will do it." everyone sits on the edge of their seats as they play a single round of the famous game. a girl from the far end of the table wins. she pushes her glasses back to the top of her nose as she beams at you excitedly.
"do the honors." you push the tiny box to her direction. she looks elsewhere but the tiny box as she randomly picks one and when she does she unfolds the paper.
"men's." she declares, showing the paper to everyone as her smile grows. a chorus of ooh's echoed inside the room.
"alright, for the sports. any bets?" you ask.
"tennis."
"basketball, please."
"no, it's definitely soccer. i can feel it."
you laugh at their hopes as your fingers shuffle the pieces of paper inside the box. you forefinger stops when it touches on a crooked edge. somehow, this paper is glued to your touch. this has to be the one. you pull it out from the container then unraveling it infront of your members' anticipating eyes.
your orbs scan the word written on it and immediately your heart drops from your chest. you feel the weight coming back to you again. you swallow in air as you feel your insides tensing up.
how do you move on when fate keeps pulling you back?
you clear your throat before turning the paper around so the rest could see. you pull a smile before breaking the silence,
"volleyball."
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a/n: *chuckles knowingly* welcome to a rollercoaster ride please fasten your seatbelts cos we're going in for a wild ride ¬‿¬ anyway, thanks for reading! likes and rbs are very much appreciated~
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PARTY FAVOURS I CHAPTER 31
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it's a mental breakdown *off-key kazoo*. One (1) incident of physical abuse from a parent. And Stephen Strange arc begins opening. Kind of angsty, but more of a filler chapter to resolve the parents-suck thing.
A couple of days was all it took for me to get back on my feet... Figuratively speaking. Neither Bruce nor Tony was particularly excited about me being up and about, I was carried to my desired destination point by one or the other on most occasions. Physically, my body grew tired very easily - I took a lot of sporadic naps throughout the day, more often than not falling asleep in someone's arms. Nobody minded, really - even Loki, who wasn't a touchy-feely person by any means, relented and acted as a body pillow for me when we crashed on the common room couch to catch up with the TV show episodes I'd missed.
Tony was very obviously on the verge of a nervous breakdown. During the few hours I had spent being chased by the Cursed Box Demon in my nightmares, all the leads towards the contractor proved to be cold. Natasha was the most irritated of them all - a late-night talk with Clint through the vent above my room revealed that she took it as a personal insult, unprepared for a simple merc to be so good at evading the world's most notorious spy.
Hulk kept taking over Bruce's body - eyes shining fluorescent green - at the times we were together, periodically clutching me to his chest with clumsy but careful movements. I pitied the mercenary should he encounter my gentle scientist - I didn't think Bruce would even attempt to hold back Mean Green. They seemed to have achieved some sort of symbiosis those days, switching between the two personalities in one body almost effortlessly. Circumstances aside, I was very happy that the tension and the persistent internal conflict inside Bruce had almost disappeared.
What made me upset was Strange. The sorcerer was behaving, well, strangely. He began avoiding all of us - his excuses of helping the search for the merc were flimsy, and Wong's long, deep sigh, when asked about the sorcerer's state of mind, spoke volumes. I suspected Stephen was either seething with anger or drowning himself in the sea of guilt; I had a hunch he was similar to Tony in a way that he hid his vulnerability behind an impenetrable wall of malice and sarcasm and dry wit.
Perhaps I was wrong. But the pent up frustration resulting from the conflict between my overactive brain and my uncooperative body had to blow - and my mother was the fire to my already short fuse. Somehow, she got ahold of the information that I was hurt indirectly because of the actions of the Avengers - and she had called the first available phone she found, which meant Pepper Potts got an earful of vitriol regarding Stark Industries, SHIELD, Tony, and everyone else, including my father. Stoic as she was, Pepper took it all with grace, replying politely to my mother until she hung up on the redhead.
Pepper placed an urgent call to Coulson immediately after that, making the already uncomfortable situation spiral into something truly disgraceful. It ended with strict orders for me to return home - not that anyone besides me and Coulson knew about it. I was a legal adult, I could choose to stay in the tower and my mother was told so on numerous occasions... Knowing her, I was well aware she wouldn't be above storming Tony's home with a small army of her lawyer friends.
Inwardly seething, melting with the anger sitting in the pit of my stomach like a sharp piece of ice, I managed to convince Tony to have Happy escort me home at the guise of gathering more necessities. Tony, being Tony, offered me to buy anything and everything I needed, but relented under my puppy-eyed pleading. It was getting harder and harder to lie to any of my men, the weight of it settling unpleasantly bitter on top of my already foul mood.
Happy grumbled in displeasure at being tailed by a nondescript black SUV - I knew SHIELD would have eyes on me 24/7 now, at least until they catch the rogue mercenary - but seemed to be happy at my general state of relative wellness in his own... Happy... way. Five-second side-grin and "Glad you're up and about, Princess," was probably the most I was going to get from the man who's nickname contradicted his personality. In my humble opinion, he should've been called Brick instead. He was built like a shit house, too.
The moment I stepped into the living room, wearing Wanda's spare sweats and Tony's hoodie, I took a slow look around the room and immediately knew this was it. Most of my anger had receded, courtesy of finally being able to get out of the tower and do something, but the ice in my stomach persisted. The smell of whiskey and cigarettes hit me like a wall, news playing on the TV doing very little to dissolve the viscid, tense silence.
"Sit down," My mother instructed me in the tone of voice she used on people in the courtroom - convicts, people who knowingly broke NDAs.
"I don't think so," I replied, refusing to give in to her bullying. I was being absolutely reckless, I knew it, and still it didn't stop me from standing up for my men. Logically speaking, it could have happened to me anyway, Avengers or not. The cursed box came along long before I'd even met Peter Parker or any of his rag-tag superhero friends.
"Fine," She turned around, steely eyes leveled on me. I was but a speck of dirt under her nails - for the first time in my life, I felt terrified of my mother. I knew what she was capable of. "Listen well, daughter of mine. I'm going to only repeat myself once," She started in that deceptively calm tone of hers. "You are to stop mingling with Stark and his... Company. Immediately. I do not want to hear any more of that Parker boy, either. You will not destroy your future and our family's legacy over some fling with a man twice your age. This little game has gone long enough and it's time for you to get back to reality."
The more she spoke, the higher my eyebrows rose. I was supposed to take orders from my own mother now? Something thin, something thin and crackling with electricity within me just snapped - like a live wire. The hairs on my nape stood up, goosebumps appearing all over my skin. "And what if I do not?" I asked, just as quietly.
I was not prepared for her reaction. One second, she was sitting on the couch and the other - my cheek was burning and my mother was standing over me, breathing the stench of alcohol and tobacco right in my face. I saw the whites of her eyes. "Then you are no daughter of mine. I did not raise you to be someone's cumrag and all this play-pretend scientist shit had to have ended in middle school. I hoped you'd grow up but apparently, you insist on being a baby," She was full-on screaming in my face, so rabid she was shaking.
All I could think of was... How wrong she was. How wrong she would be, her sad little world broken when she finds out just exactly how much I'm capable of. Long gone were the days where I timidly questioned my scientific contributions; thanks to my men - the same men she'd hated so much - I knew my value. I knew I could achieve the things that I wanted.
"If that is your choice, you have thirty minutes to get your shit and get lost. I will not have a whore of a daughter living under my roof," I had missed a good part of her rant; most likely, it consisted of nothing but meaningless insults anyway. After she'd finished, she gave me a shove towards the stairs.
It didn't bother me as much as it should, I think. My cheek smarted and somewhere deep inside, I knew that the eerie calm that had settled over me wasn't normal - on the surface, I felt only relief. The things I suspected all along, finally came to light - she didn't even perceive me as a human being, I was no more than a means to her end. A tool. A thing.
The waterworks started when I frantically shoved most of the shit I could fit in my three suitcases. Upset as I was, my scatterbrain did me a favor that time and I gathered most of the important things. Notebooks full of my research - projects that my mother had called a child's game, projects that could be patented in a week, add a tweak or two. With sudden clarity, I realized I needed none of her money. None of her... At all. In short, I was emotionally all over the place and at the end of it... None of it made sense.
I threw the credit cards with her name on them on the coffee table as I hauled out my suitcases, not sparing the bitch a glance. She was equally quiet, boring into my back with those steely eyes of hers. I felt my skin peel under her stare. In my distraught state, hauling and dumping the suitcases in my car was quick work. Detaching the house key and tossing the last things that connected me to her house on the floor at her feet was a spur of the moment decision; my mother was right, to some extent, and I still had childish tendencies. "You had no right to call yourself my mother in the first place. All you were was an egg donor with more money than you could make sense of. Enjoy your hoard, you damned dragon," I seethed, seeing her frozen in place with her arms crossed and chin held high.
Some part of me hoped she would apologize. That naïve, childish part - I knew my mother and I knew myself, and the trait that we shared was stubbornness. I sped out of the estate without ever looking back, driving aimlessly for a while until the honking coming from drivers around me began reaching alarming levels of volume; tears began flowing down my face at some point, all but obscuring my vision. I parked in the nearest place I could find, in front of a Waffle House out of all places.
Crying in a Waffle House parking lot, how pathetic was that. Logically, I knew at least five people had my back: Tony and Bruce, who surprisingly loved me back; Loki, who had become strangely clingy after my declaration - clingy in the best way. Together with Wanda and Peter, they made my heart warm and my eternally racing brain feel calm and safe.
I called my dad, he didn't pick up. I don't know what I expected of the man, but any and all remnants of my respect for him shattered, breaking into tiny little pieces as I helplessly banged my fists against the steering wheel in a fit of desperate rage. One look in the mirror and my already ashen complexion was made worse by red, puffy eyes and the blooming bruise on my cheek where my mother had slapped me. It was the first time she'd laid a hand on me; I wanted to throw up.
I sat in the car until my breathing slowed; completely and utterly clueless as to what to do. I had no home of my own, three suitcases worth of clothes and research that was useless without a lab to run experiments in, my car, and a small trust fund in my name. The recent incident with the curse box had left me mentally drained as it was, now, I could surely say that my head was empty: no thoughts.
And throughout it all, Stephen's avoidance crossed my mind. As if the self-loathing wasn't enough, as if my own blood, the people who were supposed to care for me, rejecting and ignoring me wasn't strong enough of a blow... The sorcerer's avoidance raised more anger within me. I didn't know why but the thought of him made me want to cry and seethe once again.
Logic gone out of the window, I typed in the Sanctum's address into my GPS with shaking fingers, figuring that if he wasn't willing to do the legwork, I will come to him myself and clarify things for all at once. The mixed signals were just a cherry on top of my sky-high problem sundae.
I banged on the door and it flew open immediately, a surprised sorcerer quickly turning concerned and panicky, noticing my general state of appearance. I was still wearing the same clothes and my hair was in disarray, my face looking somewhere between a coke bender and a manic episode.
"You," I stated darkly, taking a deep breath. "You need to tell me what the fuck is wrong with me and reject me, so I can move on already. And you," I poked the man in the chest, right above the fancy eye-shaped necklace, "Need to stop it with the mixed signals. Stop wallowing in self-pity. Whatever you are doing, STOP IT," My voice involuntarily raised in pitch from all those emotional rollercoasters I've been on that day. "Get back to being normal. Let me fucking live," I finished my tirade as the man stared at me, frozen and open-mouthed.
"I..." He stammered, eyeing me with concern. "What in the multiverse happened to you? What..?" He was so confused, pulling out his phone the moment I bailed my fists.
"My mother threw me out, my father doesn't give a fuck about me, apparently I'm a cheap whore with delusions of grandeur. You're avoiding me and everybody is waiting for me to blow up," I screeched, all but vibrating in my spot. "This is me blowing up. I want answers!" I demanded.
Strange recoiled from me, frowning and pocketing his phone. A deep sigh left him, the kind that made his whole body sag. He ran a careful hand through his hair before looking away and slowly pulling me against his chest, the door shutting behind me and keeping the cold out. I hadn't even noticed I was freezing; my feet were wet from the NYC winter slush and mud.
Stephen's embrace was warm and tender; I wanted to lean into it and push him away at the same time. I was so messed up, it was embarrassing. There was nothing acceptable about this situation - I felt guilty as soon as his face fell.
"Jesus Christ, baby," He mumbled quietly. "Sounds like you had one hell of a day. Let's go, I'll put on some tea," He rubbed soothing circles on my back, something that confused me - I just had stormed in and dumped a bucket of bile right on top of his head.
"I should go," I mumbled, yet had no real strength to move away from him.
"You're not going anywhere. I suppose I need to explain myself, too," He sighed, and despite his obvious discomfort, picked me up, letting my limbs to wrap around his torso like a monkey. I was careful to keep my weight off his hands, even if the trip to the fireplace room was short. As soon as I was placed onto the couch and my shoes were removed, Cloaky drifted over from a dark corner, urging me to take off my soggy hoodie, and wrapped itself tightly around me.
Turns out, semi-sentient cloaks were quite warm.
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1,5,7,12 for the ask game for Bering & Wells, cause they're your faves
- How do they fall asleep? Wake up? Any daily rituals?
I'd like to think they fall asleep cuddling, because I've never been able to do that with any of my partners and I'm going hard on the wish fulfilment here. Helena doesn't stick around all night every night; her sleep schedule is messed up from the bronze, so for her to get a solid eight hours is rare. She tries to be there when Myka wakes up, though, because Myka Bering drowsy with sleep is wonderful on a great many levels. They both adore morning lie-ins in bed when they don't have to get up for work. And they read at least a few minutes before bed every day - not snuggling while they do, they just sit side by side and read their respective books.
- What annoys them the most about their partner? Would they change it if they could?
I find this question tricky. As in, I'd only wish to change something about someone if I knew beyond the shadow of a doubt that they didn't like that trait either, and also what taking it away would mean to/for that person. Like, I have THE WORST MEMORY EVER, so I'd give my wife permission to name that to any fairy godmother who comes asking - but if I didn't know something like that about my partner, it would seem like such a breach of their agency. So! Maybe long into their relationship, when Myka and Helena know each other and themselves very well, they'll have such a conversation. And maybe Myka names the way in which she always, ALWAYS needs outside validation to allow herself to want something. And maybe Helena names her constant fear of violently losing the ones she loves, a fear that has more than once incapacitated her in the field.
- Nicknames? Pet names? Any in-jokes?
Helena calls everyone "darling" - that one isn't Myka's. "Love" or "my love", "beloved" and "my beloved" are hers, and hers alone, and she cherishes them every time they fall from Helena's lips. She doesn't think anything she might say could compare, so she only ever uses Helena's name. Her go-to pet name beforehand was "babe" and "baby", but she once got an earful from Helena about the infantilization of that (not because she, Myka, said it; Helena just heard it once too often in a TV show or something), and has bit her tongue ever since. In-jokes: I feel like it's going to take them years of solid, dependable being-in-a-relationship (and probably some therapy too), but at some point they'll start joking about how Helena used to be the bad guy and "but then she got better"
- Is there a wedding? What was the proposal like? Any kind of honeymoon?
I'm a bit on the fence about this. I can read either of them as being opposed to marriage on principle just as easily as I can see them wanting to state, out loud and for the world to witness, that they belong together. I see especially Helena making both the argument that "belonging to" someone is barbarian, and making the argument that she needs hospitals to recognize that she's next of kin to Myka, should anything happen. If they should get married, it's probably not a big surprise proposal, but a conversation first in which they both feel out if they even want to get married. And if that conversation leads to a mutual yes, then maybe the question follows right after - quiet and private, no ring due to the circumstances, but no less binding an agreement for it. And I think their wedding would be small; just their Warehouse fam and perhaps Myka's fam IF Warren has gotten his head out of his arse until then about how he treats Myka. As in, Myka would want them to be there, but she doesn't want him (or any other potentially homophobic family member) to ruin the day. Honeymoon? They're happy if they can get a three-day weekend without pings. And then their Warehouse fam presents them with two weeks off - no calls no emergencies, we can handle it all, you just hop on that plane there - and tickets to the Caribbean. They might even force them to leave phones and Farnsworth behind.
Thanks for the asks, that was great!
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[1/3]🍁Hello! I'd love a [ 𑁍 ] and [ ♫︎ ] matchup for Hetalia! I'm a Virgo, INFJ, she/her, and if you'd like you may call me Lilly! I'm very shy, reserved, and awkward when approaching new people, frankly judgemental with them. First impressions are sort of everything to me. So if I have an idea about someone, it sticks. It'll take a bit to convince me otherwise. I don't trust easily, I'm very stubborn. I have anxiety, and tend to fidget when in uncomfortable situations.
[2/3]🍁Once I've found someone I can trust or I even feel is worth of my time as a friend or otherwise, I cherish completely. I'm very protective over the people I care about, I do anything in my power to accommodate them if I can and do my best to provide advice whenever they need it. I'm the 'mom' friend. Once someone truly gets to know me I break more so out of my shell, I'm much more bold and open. Intense some may say. I can get pretty chaotic when I'm 100% in my element.
[3/3]🍁I'm pretty affectionate with those I let into my life.I hate PDA, I hate being touched in public,or without permission.I most definitely hate pet names like 'babe' or 'baby' it makes me very uncomfortable,though 'darling' or 'dear' is much more acceptable to me.I love to joke with people,though I have a very strange sense of humor.I am a little needy with those I love,I have a some abandonment issues.I'm quite the control freak,with some minor anger issues.I love to write, read, and bake!
♡︎ matchup for @lunar-calliope
hello, dear! aah i'm also a virgo and an infj btw, what a coincidence c: i hope you enjoy your matchup!
hetalia: i match you with . . .
arthur kirkland !!
• Arthur is in love with your bold actions and choice of words! getting into a relationship with him means having to deal with honest and sharp-tongued comments. in other words, he needs someone who can keep up with him, aka you.
• you both prefer being reserved, looking for deeper connections with people instead of many half-baked friendships. you also understand each other very well, considering you both play the role of the responsible one in the group when you have the potential to be the most chaotic of them all in the right circumstances.
• you're also oddballs when it comes to your sense of humor. when you're joking around everyone just gives you confused looks while y'all are laughing your heads off. sarcasm, witty inside jokes etc. σ`∀´)σ
• it just seems to me you'd be on the same wavelength from personality to interests. you're the type of couple that gives the other one glance and the latter will immediately know what it means.
• i would love to think you met Arthur in a very elegant manner, where he was at his best gentlemanly behaviour. but we know the truth is that you caught him in the middle of one of his gremlin moments and swearing bloody hell at Francis (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)
• not the best first impression, no, so you decided to have as little interaction with him as possible. but i think he was one of the few people who managed to change their image of them in your head. underneath that rough exterior he truly wanted to get closer to you.
• despite being quite distant, once Arthur opens up and lets you in he will cherish you for the rest of time! he has already lost so many important people in his life, he refuses to lose you too. . .
• this means that although you're rather stubborn, a bit temperamental and might get into heated arguments sometimes, you know the other well enough to acknowledge that's just how you are. give it a few hours or a day at max and Arthur is silently paying you'd accept his apology.
• Arthur himself is more into subtle but sweet displays of affection rather than showing off. he prefers going the traditional way and get you get you flowers, for example. also acts of service such as helping you clean the house or brush your hair are some things he highly values ♡︎
• when you show your affection to him, on the other hand, he might get huffy because he's not used to being treated with such open affection. he loves it and never wants you to stop.
• i am begging, please teach him how to bake. after your baking sessions together i imagine you two sitting in the garden and drinking tea. on the tray there would be a set of beautiful scones and muffins (yours) right next to the burnt bundles of unidentified matter (his).
• introduces you to his fantasy friends (though you can't really see them oof) and teaches you magic. now there's some writing inspiration for you! plus, he's very much into literature so he happily reads your works and gives you encouragement ♡︎
• a very assuring and supportive lover overall! though not always the best with words he never fails to make you feel loved. you can trust him to be there when anxiety gets particularly bad although it's the little things he does that make it easier to get through the days.
• your dates include afternoon tea times, reading sessions while comfortably leaning against one other and music playing in the background, museum dates, strolls through cities and countrysides, and concerts ♡︎
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— favourite memory with you:
that one summer evening when you were walking back from a date. you had insisted you'd go on foot instead of taking a cab because of the crisp air and beautiful sky. Arthur was still a little nervous because it was one of your first dates so you generously switched the topic from classic literature to light banter. the atmosphere became lighter, so much even that you ended up playfully shoving each other until you both ended up in the nearby pond. you were soaking wet but laughing nevertheless. for Arthur, that expensive suit was definitely worth it.
— favourite activity to do together:
i love the idea that you're both always teaching each other something so i have to say that's what he enjoys best as well. you teach him how to make perfect cake batter, he teaches you embroidery. you teach him how to write your favourite genre, he tells you about the world of rock and punk music. it's fulfilling and a way to spend quality time with you ♡︎
— favourite place to kiss you:
ack this man loves nothing more than kissing your fingers and knuckles. there is just something so enchanting about them even as he watches you flip a page of a book or decorate muffins. although it's a common gesture of courtesy it has grown to have a very special meaning for the two of you.
— favourite nicknames for you:
darling, dear, love, sweetheart. these come as no surprise but Arthur does really find them fitting for you, sweet and classy. he sometimes adds my and your name to the beginning to emphasise the deep meaning they hold. "Lilly, my dear, won't you put down the pen and take a break with me? The weather is lovely, how about a stroll?"
— favourite thing about you:
how reserved but fun you are. how do i explain this? Arthur is someone whose personality has many layers and so are you. you are a complex person who can appreciate that trait in him as well instead of getting turned off when he displays the rougher side of himself. so your understanding, trust, commitment? i think you catch my drift (◕ᴗ◕✿)
♫︎ music box
— I Hear a Symphony by Cody Fry
— Help! by The Beatles
— I'd Die For You by Bon Jovi
— Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy by Queen
— Castle on the Hill by Ed Sheeran
♡︎ runner up: Toris Lorinaitis
that is all! thank you so much for requesting and being patient with my slow butt! please remember to take time off to relax and drink water ♡︎
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Yuri!!! on Ice, a liveblog
Episode 9
I sat down last night to play the Sims, but because origin is a piece of trash, it took so long to update that I gave up and watched YOI instead. Which turned out to be a fantastic choice! OR: In Which The Blogger Has An Inappropriate Amount of Feelings About Yuri Pliesetsky, and Also Cannot Choose Which Abbreviation of His Name She Likes Best
Ninth Skate: Yuri vs. Yuri The Horror!! Rostelecom Cup, Free Skate
Things I’m Pleased About: Victor asking Yuuri to rely on his feminine wiles to make Yakov help him despite himself
Things I Feel Some Kinda Way About, Jesus Chist Really:
Russian Punk Yuri referring to Katsuki as “pork cutlet bowl”
Pliestski’s grandfather (the one he’s skating agape for, remember remember) making him good luck at your skate today PORK CUTLET PIROZHKI.
WHILE HE WAS SICK, NO LESS!!!!
AS A SURPRISE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1
Like what am i supposed to think and feel here. Please. Honestly. Look into my eyes and tell me Yurio does not have confused adolescent longings toward Victor and then by weird proxy b/c Victor is in love with him, Yuri Katsuki, That everything doesn’t feel sharp-edged and wild because he’s a kid who wanted to skate eros, that’s what he instinctively grabbed at. COME ON.
I am so glad we got to watch the “cyborg: transcending humanity” (name definitely not right) program with smiley Emil. I’m sorry he stumbled because he’s still human, but the name, the music, the choreography was lovely and so heartfelt. I like that it’s not an emotional theme (explicitly, anyway) but a stretching out of human boundaries one.
All right, I continued to mostly not care about the Italian love nest thing but Sala crying out her pain and sense of loss as Mickey skated the ~last skate he would ever skate for her~ more beautifully than he has ever done so before did grab at my heart, briefly. Just because you don’t regret ending something that is long outgrown doesn’t mean you can’t feel things about it! Doesn’t mean you can’t hug the object of your affection & work on reestablishing a new, healthier relationship. (Also lol at Sala trying to corner Yuri K because of the strength of his eros lololol)
TIME FOR MY SON TO SKATE!!!!
AHAHAHA Please PLEASE tell me he gets his second burst of power thinking about JJ teasing him on the winner’s podium. Yuri-chan indeed. CRUSH ALL IN YOUR PATH, FAVORITE KID.
I’m glad to see all that splits practice making its way onto the ice very naturally & gracefully. He’s so long!
A performance beyond his limits I”M SO PROUD OF YOU YURI P!! YOU’RE A CALCULATING BEAUTIFUL SONOFABITCH AND YOU’RE SO DRIVEN
YURI K!!
Possibly the best part of this skate is the evolution of Yuri’s inner monologue, from easily upset and fixated to something smoother and calmer, even when the skate itself is tripping over a couple of mistakes.
Also i mean i’m dying from the people in the stands going “god what if victor were here imagine how hot and focused yuri’s skating would be then” like. They know. Everybody Knows.
(okay ALSO stealing my heart was the bit with Victor and Yuri on the beach, at a time that looked like the same day as the ridic ending credits beach shower scene, which means that that stuff has Already Happened, that their love story happened mostly offscreen, and that they’re settled and driven and doing really well!!! Yuri!!! I’m so happy for you!!!)
Yuri thanking Yakov after being overwhelmed with frustration/affection for Victor b/c of the immediate off-ice lecture and the thank you (spasiba) was So Good. so good.
Hissing silently in amused rage: DID JJ JUST “KISS THE GOLD MEDAL” MOVE THINKING ABOUT HOW MUCH HE WANTS TO TAKE THE PLACE OF VICTOR? WHY WOULD YOU NOT LOVE THIS KID. HE’S AMAZING. JJ THE KING!!
I would follow JJ into any anime where the mecha/magic/etc were fueled on Heart. He’s got it.
Yuri k hugged every boy every single boy and also Sala, he hugged them, he hugged every boy. Hugged.
YURIO GAVE YURI A PORK CUTLET PIROZHKI AND SMILED AND THEY BONDED AND I, PERSONALLY, AM DYING OF SHEER FRIENDSHIPPY JOY.
“IT’S ALMOST LIKE A MARRIAGE PROPOSAL. I WISH YOU’D NEVER RETIRE” okay i’m fine. I’m so. So fine. Nothing is on fire and everything is so goddamn beautiful.
#livebageling yuri on ice#i feel good about this episode#i feel really good about where the show is going#also#calling them yuri k and yuri p reminds me of nothing more than elementary school#i wish i liked yurio more b/c i think i'm supposed to think of it very affectionately#--the name that is obv not the person i love yuri p#but the circumstances of that nickname don't sit as easily#so i flop around with what i use#yuri!!! on ice
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