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hi !!
could i get prompt 70 ("you're being shy now? really?") with eddie !
Anyone else's home plagued with the game star field currently? Just mine? Anyways, I hope you enjoy the fic that came from my own frustrations of being ignored by a video game. I actually truly don't know what came over me with this. Thank you for requesting 💛
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You’re not sure what possessed you to do something about it tonight, and really, you were being extremely unfair. He’d given you ample warning about this commitment, and it was rare he devoted so much time to this sort of thing. Never this intense, never this distracted by something other than you.
His dark gray sweats cover muscular thighs, spread wide over the couch cushions he’s sunk into. Ankles exposed where his tube socks bunched, you fight a smile when you see his heels bouncing up and down in an anxious movement. His dark curls cascade over his shoulders, shiny and looking too soft from the shower he took when he got home - suspiciously smelling like coconut and the ocean - smelling like your hair. The white tee he wears tonight is yours too, a thrift find you’d held up to him proudly a few weeks ago. The red and yellow logo of Jurassic Park faded and pulled tight over his chest.
His fingers curl, moving swiftly, wrists and forearms flexing. The muscles in his shoulders and back move under the white fabric in a taunting way. He hums along to your Fleetwood Mac playing over the speakers, despite claiming to not enjoy their music. Plump pink lips purse, the lyrics of Gypsy trailing off as he leans forward, elbows on his knees. His bright, brown eyes blink, widening at the screen.
The controller shifts in his hands, fingers precise and big, making it look like a child’s toy in his grip. Your foot almost stomps, he hasn’t even glanced at you since you’ve entered the room.
This means war.
Your hands fall to the top of his shoulders, thumbs rubbing into his neck gently and he hums appreciatively, rolling his head to the side.
Kissing the apple of his cheek that he tilts up for you, you lean over the back of the couch. Your lips travel down, skimming over his jaw in another tender kiss. The soft scrape of stubble beneath your mouth has you sighing, eucalyptus and the woods and spice linger on his skin, making your thighs press together.
Your hands slip down hard pecs, kisses traveling lower over his neck.
“Hey baby,” Eddie hums, eyes unwavering from the screen still, “What’s up?”
Lips pausing their assault, you let your nose drag across his skin, inhaling as your palms press flat against his stomach. You pout into his collar, “Why does anything have to be up? Can’t a girl just say hi to her guy?”
Eddie’s breath sucks in with a small chuckle as your fingers scrape at the side of his ribs. He kisses at your temple briefly. “Hi.”
Your fingers slip lower, brushing over the soft skin exposed between the rolled band of his sweats and the white shirt. Pads of your fingers moving slowly back and forth, you smile into his neck when he shivers.
“How’s starfleet?” You nip at his ear, fingers toying with the band of his sweats.
“Starfield baby. Starfleet is Star Trek.”
You roll your eyes. Despite the thing stealing him away from you, you do love how excited he gets explaining something to you.
“Sorry. How’s starfield, did you win yet?” Your apology pressed into his cheek with another kiss as your fingers scrape at the dark trail of hair disappearing into his sweats.
“Well, you don’t really win, sweetheart. Wanna watch for a bit? I just got to this part and…” his excitement trails off as your palm rubs against the half-hard bulge beneath the gray fabric, growing quickly under your slow and teasing movements.
“And?” Your single word question drips with faux innocence.
“Shit, uh, and, I…” His fingers slip on the controller.
Point one - you.
Your own fingers go back to teasing at the band of sweats, and as they finally dip lower, you have to suppress the moan that’s desperate to sneak past your lips when they feel no other fabric between your skin and his.
Eddie Munson you no underwear wearing slut.
Mouth pressing kisses up and down his neck and behind his ear, fingers wrapping around his hard length. “Come on, handsome. Don’t you wanna tell me all about this game that’s stolen me from you?”
“Aw, you jeal - baby,” the term of endearment a broken moan as his head finally turns to see you.
Point two - you.
The victory is short lived though when the familiar pew-pew-pews echo from the TV and he curses under his breath. At least his eyes on the screen seem strained now, ignoring you a somewhat tough choice to make.
You move from your spot behind the couch, his adams apple bobbing as you take a step closer.
Eddie shakes his head, narrowing his eyes at the screen, determined to stay focused. “You’re mean.” His tongue licks over his lip as he swallows harshly again.
“Me?” You question with a dramatic pout, crawling over the far cushion towards him slowly.
His old Hellfire shirt adorns the top half of your body, red lace cutting high on your ass, disappearing under the hem of his ratty high school shirt.
Eddie laughs, a desperate sound as he shakes his head again. “I’m not doing this, this isn’t fair.”
“Oh? You’re not doing this, huh?” Your eyebrows raise, hand trailing up the inside of his thigh and making him squirm, soliciting a groan. One that rumbles deep in his chest but he cuts it off before the satisfied smirk fully forms on your lips.
“Nope.” He pops the ‘p’, but his eyes quickly dart to the side, taking in the small glimpse of your backside he can find before returning to the screen.
Point three - Starfleet or whatever the shit it’s called.
Dammit. This calls for drastic measures.
Your bare leg hitches over his thigh, careful to keep your body and head tilted so he can still see his stupid video game.
Palms press to his chest as your hips roll against his thigh, you smooth a kiss to his shoulder. “You don’t mind if I sit here, do you?”
Pulling away, you put on a show, blinking your eyes innocently, rolling your hips and exaggerating your gasp of pleasure from the friction (because really it does feel good, but when it comes to Eddie, the more into the theatrics you are, the better).
He clicks his tongue, pushing it into his cheek as he keeps his eyes on the screen, “Go ahead princess.”
You scoot higher up his thigh, pressing yourself down harder with the next roll as your eyes flutter. Your lips nip at his jaw as you breathe heavily, “Princesses get whatever they want right? Just ask their knight in shining armor to jump and he says how high?”
“I-” he swallows, eyes blinking rapidly. You smirk at the way you can see his dick twitch under his sweats again. Of course the princess shit gets him.
Your lips press hot kisses over his neck, moving up until you’re at his ear, “Need you to fuck me, Teddy.”
He groans, the nickname on your lips too sweet and too pleading for him to ignore anymore. The controller falls from his fingers as he grabs at your thighs greedily. He pulls you fully over his lap, fingernails digging into the dough he loves and scratching up, higher and higher till he’s at your waist. He snaps the red lace on your hip before his fingers trace the curve of it back down. He presses three fingers over the wet patch of fabric and you swallow his moan with your lips.
Eddie barely kisses you, pulling away and shoving two fingers to your lips with a gasped, “Open.”
Not needing to be told twice, your lips part, taking his fingers inside, tongue swirling around them as your cheeks hollow. He watches with hooded eyes, pulling the digits from you with a pop and shoving the elastic of his sweats down. Wet fingers over his cock, your saliva mixing with precum that leaks from him already. Eddie yanks you down with one hand, his other pulling the stretch of damp lace to the side, his tip nudging at your entrance making you whimper.
Your head falls into the crook of his neck as he pushes in, the filthy slide of him against your tight walls and the lewd sound of your slick as he draws out and thrusts back in sharply making your theatrics and confident facade crumble immediately.
“Fuck, so spoiled baby,” he hisses, palms making a satisfying smack against your ass before squeezing at each cheek, moving you up and down on him forcefully.
It feels like he’s puncturing a lung with each thrust getting deeper, worried he’s actually mad at you until he whispers into your jaw, “Princesses get spoiled though, yeah?”
Only able to whimper and nod as the smack of your thighs meeting his gets louder and louder.
“You’re being shy now? Really? After that show you just put on?”
Heat radiates throughout your entire body, fingers curling into the cotton of his sides as your breath quickens, the familiar coil tightening in your stomach snaps as he pulls out of you suddenly.
He smirks at your whine and taps your thigh, nodding towards the screen. “Turn around, sweetheart.”
You blink, tugging your bottom lip between your teeth and stand, legs shaking despite not reaching an orgasm. You turn and he pulls you back to him causing a surprised squeak to escape you.
He slides back into you with a grunt, his forehead pressing to your spine until you’re fully seated. He kisses your cheek, voice full of the kind of rasp he usually gets after singing that he knows gets you all hot and bothered as he says, “Princesses also need to learn their lessons. So you’re going to sit here and not move and wait your turn for attention from Teddy.”
Your cheeks heat at his condescending tone and the use of his nickname, like you should be embarrassed - even though the name turns him on. Your fingers curl into fists on your thighs as his dick twitches inside you.
Eddie grabs the controller, hooking his chin over your shoulder, and hits unpause.
All the points - Eddie.
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Brunching with Crows : Freddy Carter x Reader
Descr.: 3.2k wc, reader and Freddy host a brunch with the other Crows from Shadow and Bone prior to the start of Season 2 (I ran with the idea based on Freddy actually hosting a brunch with said crows for Season 2), fluff!
Warnings: mentions of food and eating, Freddy and Reader being too cutesy of a couple 🥹), mentions of engagement/wedding, mention of money/Euros, that’s all I can come up with 💜
Y/n smiled to herself as she caught sight of her fiancé Freddy cooking in their kitchen. She quietly waltzed in and ruffled his hair, making him chuckle softly. Y/n’s smile grew as she wrapped her arms around Freddy and buried her head in the crook of his neck.
Freddy hummed tenderly as he formed a wide grin. “Good morning, love” he cooed, placing his hands on top of y/n’s.
Y/n hummed back, snuggling into Freddy’s shoulder.
“Sleep well?” Freddy questioned. As he waited for an answer, he kissed y/n’s forehead before he resumed stirring the batter.
Y/n squeezed Freddy’s waist lovingly. “Course! Now,” she hummed letting go of him and placing a small kiss on his cheek. Y/n stepped back all the way and took inventory of the kitchen and the progress Freddy had made this morning. “Since you decided to start without me, how can I help?” She smiled.
“You don’t need to help” Freddy chuckled, smiling over his shoulder at y/n.
Y/n playfully rolled her eyes, “they’re our friends Freddy”.
Freddy grabbed the white kitchen towel from beside him and dramatically waved it in the air in mock surrender. “I know, but it was my idea, I’ve got it” he shrugged, adding more sugar to his mix.
Y/n raised an eyebrow and smirked to herself. Shaking her head quietly, she walked over to the sink to get started on the small pile of dishes. As y/n turned the faucet on, she teased, “hmmm you want all the credit, I see, okay-“.
“Shut up” Freddy laughed, shaking his head.
“I’m just saying” y/n argued, laughing as Freddy scoffed.
“I merely meant, you could shower instead or-“ Freddy argued lightly.
“Oohhh, so I stink, that’s it” y/n tsked dramatically before jokingly checking her armpits.
Freddy huffed and used his pointer finger to scoop a small amount of batter from the bowl. He smirked as he turned and flicked it over at y/n.
“Freddy!!” Y/n gasped, her laugh ringing in the air as she wiped her shoulder clean.
Freddy laughed as y/n spun and splashed him with water from faucet. “If you truly want to help darling, I could use some assistance cutting the produce” he smiled, turning back to his bowl.
“I thought I had to shower because I smell” y/n teased, drying her hands. She squeaked as Freddy’s arms suddenly wrapped around her as she went to grab the cutting board.
Freddy chuckled and he bent his neck to place a tender kiss on y/n’s shoulder and neck. “Please, as if you don’t always manage to smell like strawberries and coconuts” he hummed.
“Strawberries and coconuts?” Y/n questioned laughing as she turned around in his arms.
Freddy’s cheeks flushed crimson but he held his ground and nodded.
Y/n thought on it for a moment, “Hmm my hair stuff is kinda coconuty so I’ll give you that, although I’ve yet to put it in today”. As she rambled, Freddy just smiled and listened intently. “But, I don’t know about the strawberries, but thank you” y/n giggled, kissing his cheek.
Y/n moved to go grab the temporarily forgotten cutting board but Freddy’s arms stopped her as he refused to let her go. She glanced over towards where he’d cuddled up into her neck and laughed. “What?” y/n asked softly upon seeing his pouting lips.
“I want a real kiss” Freddy whined.
Y/n laughed, “I haven’t brushed my teeth yet sunshine”. She smiled lovingly and ran her hand through Freddy’s hair the way he adored as a compromise.
Freddy’s eyes softened and lips curled up at the sensation. But, he quickly snapped his attention back to what he really wanted. Freddy lifted his eyebrow at y/n and huffed playfully. “It’s been three years, and you still haven’t caught on that I don’t care?” He chuckled, pulling her closer.
Freddy watched with a smile as y/n giggled and bounced her head to the side in a teasing agreement. He moved closer but left his lips hovering just above hers as he waited for her official permission.
Seeing his patience and respectful demeanor, y/n smiled widely. She quickly closed the gap between them by pulling his head closer until their lips met. Y/n felt Freddy smirk before kissing her back; one hand in her hair, the other on her waist. “Now, no more distractions Carter, they’re going to be here soon” she teased as they parted.
Freddy chuckled and nodded dutifully as he walked back to his station. “Yes ma’am” he teased.
Y/n smacked Freddy’s arm lightheartedly with the kitchen towel. “Ewww, don’t call me that” she laughed.
“My bad, love” Freddy chuckled loudly.
“Much better” y/n winked, finally grabbing the cutting board and knife. As she looked up to pull down a bowl for the fresh cut fruit, she noticed something on the ceiling. Y/n unconsciously tilted her head to the side in confusion as her eyes followed the path of what appeared to be batter.
It trailed all the way back to where she’d found Freddy this morning; and there was even more splatter just above him.
“WAIT! Why is there batter on the ceiling?” Y/n gasped, snapping her eyes over to her now-blushing fiancé. Y/n watched curiously as Freddy stayed silent, staring at his bowl as if he hadn’t heard her. “Freddy! What happened?” Y/n laughed as she resumed staring at how much splatter was on the ceiling above them.
“I thought you only got my arm earlier,” y/n mumbled softly, grabbing a stool from beside the fridge. “So, how’d you get it on the ceiling?!” she questioned again, setting the stool up below the start of the trail.
Freddy laughed bashfully, “ummm…, that was my first batch today”.
“That’s not the first batch?” Y/n asked, pointing to the bowl in Freddy’s hand after wiping the start of the splatter trail from the ceiling.
“No?” Freddy replied timidly. He bit his lip as his cheeks grew even warmer.
Y/n laughed and stared expectantly at Freddy as she waited for an explanation.
“I tried the new mixer and…,” Freddy chuckled breathily, his eyes darting from the ceiling to the bowl. “Well, then I realized, hand-mixed batter tastes better” he covered, shrugging.
“Because it doesn’t taste like the ceiling?” Y/n teased.
Freddy nodded rapidly, “mmhm, yeah”.
Y/n grinned and jumped down from the stool, making her way to her messy fiancé. She placed a tender kiss on his cheek “you’re lucky you’re so cute”.
Freddy chuckled but as he heard the sound of y/n stabilizing the stool behind him, he quickly spun around to face her. Before that moment, he hadn’t noticed she’d already gotten the first part of the batter cleaned up during his confession. “‘ey, I’ll get it after, love,” he assured her, his hands moving to her sides to support her balance.
“It’s alright! I’m already up here” y/n argued, wiping the last of the batter from the ceiling.
Freddy stared at her nervously as he watched her stretch onto her tippy-toes to reach the ceiling, despite already standing on a stool. His anxiety prompted him to tighten his grip on her waist as she leaned slightly while wiping the ceiling.
Once y/n finished cleaning up, she looked down and realized what Freddy had been doing. She let him help her off the stool, watching as his nerves calmed instantly when her feet hit the floor. “All done” she grinned, pulling Freddy in for a kiss. “See, I lived” y/n teased pinching his cheek as she tossed the paper towels away.
Y/n paused as she ventured back into the kitchen after having started setting the table. She smiled as she watched Freddy shake his fingers after pulling the latest waffle off the griddle. Y/n remembered how he always refused to use tongs instead of risking burning his fingers; not wanting to crinkle the edges.
It was beyond ridiculous, but incredibly sweet. It had started after Freddy had asked what y/n’s favorite breakfast food was when they first started dating; she answered with waffles. Once Freddy saw how much y/n liked the waffles he’d made her one particular morning, he refused to make them any other way. Even if it meant Freddy nearly burned his fingerprints off in the process.
“I can't get over how a few years ago I wanted to learn your name and now we’re hosting brunch with our castmates-turned-friends” y/n purred, leaning against the wall.
Freddy’s cheeks flushed as his wide smile prompted his dimples to pop. “You wanted to know my name?” Freddy asked sweetly, turning from the platter of waffles.
“Duh, have you seen yourself?” Y/n winked, moving to pass him so she could grab the next items for their table.
Freddy shook his head to himself as he pulled y/n back to him. “Mmm, you can’t say something like that and then walk away” he scolded softly, kissing her multiple times until she was squirming and giggling in his arms. “You’re one to talk though” he argued, holding y/n tightly.
“How so?” Y/n hummed, nibbling on her lip as she stared you at Freddy.
“It was the first second I saw you and I couldn't get over how beautiful you were” Freddy confessed to his fiancée.
“Hmm and now?” Y/n asked shyly, blinking up at him.
“I still can’t get over it, but now I know you’re also so much more than that” Freddy complimented, stroking her cheek with his thumb.
“Will you just marry me already?" Y/n whined as she buried herself in Freddy’s arms.
Freddy grinned widely, “just another few months, my dear. Believe me, I can’t wait either”.
Y/n smiled against Freddy’s chest, arms tightening around him as he held her just as closely.
“I’m glad we’re celebrating another season with our friends” Freddy commented, playing with y/n’s hair. “I can't believe I never knew you until then” he added, shaking his head softly. “You’re the best thing that's happened to me" Freddy admitted, smiling to himself before pressing a kiss to the top of y/n’s head.
"Stop” y/n giggled, rubbing her head against his chest as she tried to hide her bashful reaction.
“I’m serious” Freddy argued. He closed his eyes as he rested his chin on y/n’s head.
“I thought that was seeing Sebastian Stan” y/n teased lightly in referencing one of Freddy’s Instagram posts.
“I love it when you quote me” Freddy murmured.
“Stop” y/n said laughing hard, “that’s not even your line, Freddy!”
Freddy smiled as he absorbed the sound of y/n’s beautiful laughter. He chuckled when she pulled back to shake her head at him. Freddy shrugged, “it was the best fitting book quote to give you”.
Y/n smiled and bit her lip, Freddy had once again remembered a minor detail about her; how much she loves book/show references. She shook her head slowly. Humming quietly, y/n stroked his rosy cheek until her fingers reached his jaw. Her fingers cupped Freddy’s jaw while her thumb brushed over his warm cheek.
“I am serious though” Freddy whispered, not wanting to ruin the moment.
“I beat out Sebastian Stan?” Y/n inquired, giving him a questioning look.
Freddy laughed but nodded firmly, “easily, my precious girl”.
"Don't smile at me like that” y/n groaned, closing her eyes as soon as Freddy’s wide grin caused his adorable dimples to be on full display. “You know it drives me crazy” she added, pressing her lips into a fine line as her mind visualized the scene before her.
Freddy couldn’t help but giggle more, "you're my best friend. I hope you know that." "
“You gotta stop doing that” y/n murmured, pinching the bridge of her nose with her free hand.
"What?" Freddy pondered, thumb rubbing against her ear as he played with her stray hairs.
"Saying things that make me wanna kiss you” y/n explained, opening her eyes as she lowered her hand from her nose.
Freddy only laughed loudly with a proud smile on his face. He shook his head lightly, “now, why would I stop that then?”
Y/n smiled back, “we can’t stay in the kitchen kissing all day, sunshine”.
Freddy furrowed his brows and pouted. “Says who?” He asked offended, “besides you brushed your teeth”.
Y/n broke into laughter as she softly smacked Freddy’s arm. “Babe, we have company coming over, and the table isn’t done being set yet” she pointed out, tapping his nose with her pointer finger.
Freddy chuckled and nodded in agreement, “fine, one last kiss?”
Y/n took a moment to pretend to consider it, making Freddy raise his eyebrows and smirk at her. She rolled her eyes lightheartedly. “As if I would deny you of that” y/n smiled before pulling him in for a kiss.
Freddy’s thumb casually stroked y/n’s thigh as he listened to their friends/castmates catch up. He glanced over at his fiancée and grinned as the sunlight casting in from their balcony shimmered off of her engagement ring. Freddy caught sight of Cal smirking at him when he noticed how smitten Freddy was. Freddy just blushed, his lips pressed into a fine line to keep from laughing as he tried to refocus on the group.
“Hopefully this season is warmer” Kit chuckled, taking a bite of his eggs.
“No joke, I nearly froze my arse off” Amita agreed, pouting.
“Oooh language!” Y/n teased, smirking at a bashful Amita.
“Ugh, why is it just when I curse?” Amita groaned playfully as she placed a Euro in the Crows themed jar on the table.
“Because it’s too funny when you swear” Cal laughed with a shrug.
“It’s like this hesitant whispered curse” Jack agreed with a crooked smile.
“Fine, but Freddy has to add a Euro too” Amita argued, pushing the jar down the table.
Y/n laughed and glanced over at Freddy who was seated beside her, his hand still resting on her leg as it had throughout their brunch.
“Why is that?” Freddy questioned, raising an eyebrow tauntingly at his castmates.
“If the jar is for doing uncharacteristic things, you’ve yet to take a photo of the group” Amita challenged.
“Oooh, that is a good point” Y/n complimented as she smirked at Freddy.
Amita was correct, that was the point of the jar after all. Said jar was simply a clear glass container that had been decorated in random Six of Crows meme stickers. The money inside of it would be used to fund their groups’ snacks on set this season.
Freddy laughed, “I haven’t had the chance yet, it’s coming”.
“I don’t know… I don’t think we’ve gone this long before without at least one photo being taken by Freddy by now” Dani agreed, helping Amita guide the jar towards Freddy.
Freddy sighed and shook his head as he stood up to grab some money from his wallet. “Really thought this jar was a good idea, hmm?” He teased Y/n as he sat back down and dropped his Euro into the jar.
Y/n smiled innocently and hummed, “yes I do”.
“Then perhaps you should participate” Freddy argued with a smirk.
“I’m included in the rules” y/n rebutted with a laugh.
“Then you and Dani each owe a Euro” Freddy declared and Kit nodded.
“What? Why?” Y/n and Danielle asked at the same time making the room erupt in laughter.
“Because neither of you have commented on how precious you find Jack yet” Kit pointed out.
“Kit!” Y/n gasped, staring at him with wide eyes.
“You’re going scare him away!” Dani yelled.
Jack simply blushed and giggled shyly, “it’s okay”.
Y/n smiled over at Jack, “we just can’t help it, you’re seriously so adorable! Wylan is such a well fitting character for you”.
Jack smiled as his cheeks flushed even more, “thank you”.
Dani nodded, “it’s true, since the secret is out of the bag now, don’t worry darling, we don’t have a crush on you, but how can one not find you precious?!”
The others all nodded and similarly showered Jack with warm compliments.
Jack blushed the entire time before mumbling a shy but appreciative thanks.
“Still, you only said it after Freddy pointed it out” Kit argued. “So, in it goes” he winked, sliding the jar to y/n.
“I said it in my head” Y/n argued weakly.
Kit seemed to ponder it and looked to Freddy for his opinion
Freddy just shrugged, “rules are rules, love”, pushing the the hand closer to her.
Y/n glared softly and stood up to get her money, adding it to the jar after Dani slid it back to her.
Cal laughed, “this is going to fill up rather quickly”.
“Here we were, thinking it would take time since it was things we didn’t do often” Kit commented.
“Yeah, imagine if it was things we always did! Like each time Dani does that one laugh” Cal commented prompting everyone to laugh.
“Or, each time Kit spins something around as if it were one of Jesper’s pistols” y/n added.
Kit smirked at her as he made finger guns and blew a kiss.
“Or Jack being simply adorable” Freddy commented.
“Freddy talking about y/n unprompted” Amita smirked.
Y/n glanced over and saw Freddy blushing yet smiling. When Freddy looked over and shrugged Y/n shook her head and kissed his cheek.
“Or, y/n simping for Freddy” Kit winked.
Everyone laughed but Freddy just rubbed y/n’s thigh supportively.
“We would need to get Ben involved in this if we did flip the rules though” y/n argued.
“Oh, why?” Jack questioned.
“‘Cause then we could do Ben simping for Freddy” Y/n smirked
“Ooh that would fill up hella fast” Dani agreed excitedly.
“With Ben as the main sponsor of our snack budget” Kit nodded.
“I vote these are the new jar rules” Cal proposed.
“All in favor, say I” y/n stated, placing her hand on top of the jar as it rested in the center of the table.
Everyone quickly placed their hands on the jar and said I before laughing loudly.
“Now, how do we explain to Ben that he’s been involuntarily added?” Amita laughed.
Kit nodded, “while mentioning he’s not involved in the snack distribution”.
Y/n laughed, “I’ll handle it”. Y/n smirked as she pulled out her phone. “Or maybe you should” she said, stopping as she turned to look at Freddy.
Freddy laughed and nodded, getting his phone out as y/n put hers away.
“So are you all close with all of the other actors?”Jack asked timidly.
“Like the Shadow and Bone Grishaverse folks?” Dani asked to clarify who he was referring to.
Jack nodded with a small smile, “uhh yeah”.
“Kinda, our close knit group is better though, shhh” y/n joked as the others laughed.
Kit winked as he shot his finger guns at Jack, “told ya!”
Y/n noticed her friends standing up and grabbing their dishes from the table. “Oh no, you don’t need to help” she rushed, trying to stop them.
“Please, you two hosted and cooked, we can help with clean up” Amita argued.
Everyone offered some form of agreement with Amita’s comment as they began taking their own plates back to the kitchen.
Freddy watched Y/n smile and shake her head. He kissed her cheek as he pulled her to his side, “this was fun”.
Y/n beamed up at Freddy, “yeah, it was, great idea sunshine”.
Freddy blushed, “I couldn’t have done it without you”. He pressed another kiss to her head as he held her, assuming no one had returned to the room yet.
“Seriously we need to get the jar going with the new rules soon, ‘cause we could be rich in snacks with these two being the main source of income” Kit teased, squeezing Y/N’s arm softly.
Y/n felt herself grow bashful and buried her head into Freddy.
Freddy laughed softly while smiling as he looked around their place. He hummed softly to himself as he watched his friends and the love of his life, excited for their next chapters.
“Speaking of which, did Ben respond?” Cal laughed, smiling at the couple as he rejoined them.
Freddy pulled his phone out and nodded, “he’s confused, but on board”.
“And there my beloved Crows, is our first Euro!” Y/n cheered, dumping out the jar so they could restart.
“Ben has no idea what he’s gotten himself into” Dani laughed loudly, helping y/n as she scribbled a note onto the back of an extra napkin so as to not forget Ben owed one euro so far.
“Kaz scamming the Darkling from his money” Jack teased with a quiet giggle.
“Hmm?” Freddy questioned as Y/n grinned.
“I think this is our first heist” y/n smirked gleefully.
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I’m requesting for Bayley pls
Yaaaa
Unexpected getaway
Pairing: Bayley x Fem reader
Description: While with your friends at a Jamaican resort, you and Bayley run into each other leading to a romantic getaway
You are in awe of the beautiful resort you would be staying at for two weeks in Jamaica. You start your first day with lunch then going down to the beach tanning and swimming with a small amount of margaritas and mojitos while enjoying the atmosphere of the beach before heading back to your rooms, after showering the sand and your two friends putting aloe on themselves for sunburn the five of you head off to explore eating dinner at a small wonderful restaurant with a few more drinks of mimosas and wine before heading back to your rooms for the night, the next few days are spent walking down the beach laughing when one of your friends gets a guy's number turning his friend down when he tries to do the same on you walking off and tanning before deciding to get food. While walking on your last day at the resort you hear a familiar yell and laugh looking up to see Bayley, you both smile before jogging and hugging each other both surprised by being at the same resort heading off together for lunch and drinks, you had feelings for her these past three years ever since becoming her and Sasha's shared best friend pouring everything to sasha who unknowingly before bayley left to the resort told her everything leading her to deciding as soon as she got back to return the feelings, now that the two of you were exploring the other half of the resort together she decides to fulfill the promise "I love you" you turn wide eyed looking at her before grabbing and kissing her sweetly making you both laugh breathlessly before intertwining your hands and heading down to a more private beach melting when she places a flower in your hair enjoying the small adventure drinking out of coconuts and having dinner together that night sharing a kiss before heading back to your hotel rooms. You wake up that morning seeing a text from bayley asking if you wanted to join her on a getaway to Spain immediately agreeing and saying bye to your friends as you each separately head to the airport, you squeal seeing bayley as you walk through the airport after texting each other until you saw and yelled out to her embracing each other tightly and sharing a peck on the lips before leaving the airport to the villa you will share exploring around Barcelona hand in hand having a wonderful time out on the city and dinner "I love you sweetie" bayley absolutely melts by the confession as the two of you head back to the villa for the night pulling you in for a gentle kiss "I love you dear" the next three weeks in barcelona change the relationship between the two of you and the week after coming home the of you announced your relationship leaving fans absolutely in joy and your friends truly thrilled that the two of you were together.
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@svnsworn, continued from ask here:
Ah, leave it to Qiqi to unknowingly cause a stir over a little misunderstanding. It's sweet, even if the situation could have been dealt with properly if Baizhu had been around. Alas, he had been dealing with his own business. His amusement is evident, however, in a lingering smile and affectionate laugh as he pats Qiqi's head and ushers her into the back to fill orders.
He expects that all company would leave, but Childe has decided to stay for reasons that Baizhu already suspects, but is confirmed when the Harbinger speaks again. Baizhu is familiar with the Harbingers, including their activities of late that leave a sour taste in many a mouth, but Baizhu isn't one to turn someone away unless absolutely necessary. Usually that's in a medical sense, but, in truth, he is intrigued by what sort of proposition this man could have for him. Coconut milk aside, as he said, Baizhu finds himself wanting for little that he can't obtain in some way on his own.
Well, save for the one thing he desires above all else, but it's doubtful that anyone can offer that to him.
"Oh?" he says with a curious quirk of a brow, his smile still in place as he eyes the other man. He had begun to pick up a brush to start working on notes, but his attention is given entirely to Childe. "What sort of trade might you be thinking of? I'm afraid I don't think I will be able to offer much outside of the pharmacy." Not entirely a lie; he can practice medicine wherever he goes, and has found that other places have new plants, herbs, fruits, seeds, nectars - so many things that has helped him considerably. But he isn't about to sell himself to a buyer that may not have his, or his pharmacy's, best interests at heart.
“Ah, but I am very much interested in the services your pharmacy can provide, Baizhu-yisheng!” Childe leans his cocked hip against the pharmacy counter, all smile and easy confidence as he kicks one foot back behind the other. While he’s not unfamiliar with the owner of the pharmacy, neither is he familiar with the man. All of their previous interactions were in passing, short and businesslike as Childe purchased painkillers more potent than much of those the regional Fatui headquarters stock, or extra bandages and ointment for his own use.
Still, Baizhu’s reputation both as a doctor and a shopkeeper precedes him. All sorts of rumours abound on the streets of Liyue Harbor — Doctor Baizhu is a miracle worker, Doctor Baizhu makes medicines that smell and taste bad enough to wake the dead, Doctor Baizhu sold something to the Fontaine ambassador that cost half her wallet, and the like.
While the rumours run the gamut of painting Baizhu as scheming or benevolent, one piece of information remains constant: the man never turns away any person truly in need.
“Though not all of our organization are involved in combat, the Fatui are a military; many of our agents risk danger and physical injury daily, and while wounds aren’t an everyday occurrence, thank the Tsaritsa, they are hardly uncommon. Fatui field medics perform admirably, but some cases remain beyond their help and need the expertise of a trained doctor. I propose that, in return for reduced prices, Bubu Pharmacy would become the Liyue Fatui branch’s priority clinic for both wound treatment and medicinal resupply.”
The Harbinger spreads his hands in a wide, magnanimous gesture, eyebrows rising in question. “A fair deal, wouldn’t you say, yisheng?”
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Chapter 23: Five Ounce Bird/One Pound Coconut. Stand back! Sasuke's trying science. Also. Still raining.
Shingen x OC; Kenshin x MC (Mai)
Previous Chapter: here
Logline - Disguised as a boy, Katsuko finds herself working for Shingen, but her dangerous masquerade becomes difficult to sustain when she falls for the man with a fatal secret.
“Wow, Katsu. You’re actually cute, like a real girl – oof!” Yuki turned to glare at Sasuke who had elbowed him. “What?! She is.”
“I agree with the sentiment, though not the wording,” Sasuke said. He was regarding me, well, scientifically, so maybe his operating system was checking my appearance against the ‘real girl’ matrix.
I waved both statements away. “Mai and Yoshimoto ambushed me.” Ok… how should I bring this up? If Sasuke truly was a time traveler, did Yuki know? What if I was wrong? Maybe he’d just found the glasses somewhere. Was there a way to ask him without coming across as insane? “While I was with them, something occurred to me, something I guess I never noticed before… oh, I mean, I did notice, but the implication didn’t hit me until now because of the full-frontal distraction, but…”
Yikes. Speaking of operating systems, difficult conversation.exe was failing to load.
Sasuke sighed. “Word vomit again.” He looked along the puddle dotted walkway, then out toward the courtyard, the torrential downpour drowned the benches. There was even standing water in the zen garden, where a mini-flood had overwhelmed the sand underneath. No zen on this newly formed pond unless the ripples from the raindrops counted. “I hope I don’t need to sit down for this?”
“Well, probably not. It’s a question, actually, but-” I glanced at Yukimura. “It might be related to some sensitive information … maybe I should ask in private.” Yuki had trouble with the concept of ‘girl.’ I couldn’t imagine how he would deal with the concept of ‘girl born 450 years from now is standing in front of you, and oh by the way, your best friend also won’t be born for another 450 years either.’
“Hey!” Yukimura scowled at me. “Sasuke and I share our sensitive stuff all the time.”
With a wince, Sasuke patted Yuki’s shoulder. “Again. Agree with the sentiment, but not the wording. Whatever it is, I don’t mind Yuki hearing.”
Uhhhh.
The blunt question, ‘are you a time traveler’ stuck in my throat. I couldn’t risk an over-the-top response from Yukimura. Better to ask indirectly. If Sasuke was what I thought he was, he would understand, and if not, he would shrug it off as a weird question. But it was a question that any modern nerd would know the answer to, and I realized that Sasuke had a strong layer of nerd under that ninja mask. “Sasuke… what is the air speed velocity of an unladen swallow?”
“African or Euro-” was his automatic response, before his eyes got wide behind those plastic frames. “When?”
I wanted to hug him in relief. “Which when? Do you mean, when did I leave, or when did I arrive?”
Yuki’s head ping-ponged between the two of us. “What am I missing?”
Sasuke ignored him. “Both.”
I reeled off the date that Toshiie and I had gone up to the Togakushi Shrine to argue about my freerunning risk taking. “When we arrived here it was late 1575. The twelfth month... December,” I amended, knowing that Sasuke would be familiar with the Gregorian calendar.
He seemed to be doing math in his head. Wait, of course he was doing math in his head. “Ok, so you left …” he glanced at Yuki “your village about the time I started researching temporal anomalies, but I hadn’t pinpointed any yet-”
“What the hell are you talking about?” Yuki interrupted. “Temple abnormalities? Is this about the Ikkō-ikki?”
Sasuke pinched the bridge of his nose. “It’s a long story that I will try to explain later– Yuki, please get Mai and tell her to meet us in my room.”
“Don’t start the story without me!” Yuki looked annoyed at being ordered off in the middle of a conversation, but he did as Sasuke requested.
“I need paper.” Sasuke seemed to be talking to himself. He turned and headed toward his quarters without checking to see if I was following him. “I studied weather patterns, researching back nearly ten years and there weren’t any strange storms at Honno-ji that year.”
“What’s Honno-ji got to do with it?” I hurried to keep up with him – thank God he hadn’t decided to short cut through the ceiling this time. “Oh, the storm.” I remembered the storm in Kyoto the night that Nobunaga was almost assassinated. Is that when Sasuke came… no, that didn’t fit. I had met Sasuke three years before that happened. “Toshiie and I were brought here by a storm, but we weren’t anywhere near Kyoto. We were in Nagano, at the Togakushi Shrine.”
Sasuke halted, and I nearly plowed right into him. “There’s another wormhole? Holy crap on a cracker… or does the one at Honno-ji move around?”
I figured that was rhetorical, since this was the first time I’d heard anyone mention a wormhole.
When we reached his room, he dove for a scroll of paper, scribbling math like a mad scientist… which I guess he was, when he wasn’t a ninja… and… holy crap on a cracker indeed, how did that come about? “What is it that you did in the future?”
He muttered something along the lines of Theoretical Physics, but he was deeply plugged into his data already, so I took a moment to look around his room – I didn’t see anything that looked like a time machine, but how had he gotten his hands on a telescope?
The rattle of paper indicated that Sasuke was still in computation mode, so I kept discretely poking around his room - I envied that he had a hearth in it like most of the upper echelon of warlords. It was clear sign of Kenshin’s affection and respect. He may have started out as a scientist, but he was now an important part of Kasugayama.
From outside the room I heard Mai’s exasperated voice. “Yuki, slow down! My legs are not as long as yours!” By the time Yuki pulled into the room, she was half out of breath. She took in the sight of Sasuke in the middle of a labyrinth of scrolls on the floor. “What’s the big emergency?”
“Stand back. He’s trying science.” (I’ve always wanted to say that).
Sasuke freed one hand to give me a fist bump. Then he glanced up at Mai. “Mai, Katsuko is from… where we are.”
Mai too?
Duh. Of course, she is. Sasuke had always said they were from the “same village.” It was stupid of me to have forgotten that.
“Oh my God? Really?” Mai squealed and hugged me. “How long have you been here? Were you at Honno-ji too? Were you scared? Wait… your brother… him too? When did it-”
I was trying to keep track of her questions in order, but before I got too caught up, Yuki interrupted us.
“I don’t understand,” Yuki said. “If all three of you come from the same village, how come you didn’t know each other already?”
I looked from Mai to Sasuke, deciding to let them handle that one.
“Kenshin already knows, so I don’t care if you tell Yuki.” Mai gave Yuki the kind of look generally reserved for annoying younger brothers. “If you think he’ll understand.”
“Shut it boar woman.” Yuki returned the look. “I’m not the dummy who nearly ran off a cliff.”
“That was my first night here… things were confusing.” Mai directed her comments at me. “There was a storm and a fire and an assassination attempt.”
“Oh my.” God, I’ve missed being able to cap quotes.
“Yuki,” Sasuke explained. “We’re not exactly from the same place. We’re from the same time… about five hundred years in the future. A wormhole – a tunnel in space and time- brought us here.”
“Huh.” He scratched his head and glanced at where Sasuke’s telescope was pointed out the window. “Alright, I know you guys wouldn’t lie to me-” he paused and gave me the side eye.
Mai kicked him. “Rude.”
He rubbed his shin and glared at her. “Stop that!”
“It’s ok Mai. He’s right. I would lie… but I don’t have the kind of imagination to make something like this up, and when I do make stuff up, I avoid coming up with things that would make the listener doubt my sanity.” Because even in my own time, if someone came to me claiming to be a time traveler, I would probably not believe them.
“I still have the things I had with me when I came through,” Mai said. “That helped convince people.”
“Toshiie and I got attacked by bandits, like minutes after we… landed? Appeared? All I had left was my clothing. But after almost seven years, those have since disintegrated. Although I still have my IC card.” It had been in my pocket, so it hadn’t been lost with everything else.
“Seven years?” Mai sounded shocked. “I’ve only been here a couple months. But I decided to stay, so I suppose at some point, I will have been here seven years.”
“Decided? There’s a way to go back?” I’d stopped thinking about that possibility long ago, having figured that whatever quirk of fate that brought me here had been a one in a million event.
Sasuke was frantically scribbling math – physics? – calculations. “The wormhole opens occasionally at Honno-ji. If Togakushi is another node then that alters things considerably.” He muttered to himself. “I can’t go much further without a clear sky.” He indicated his telescope. “The short answer is that it’s possible to go back, but I need more data to give you an exact time. Honno-ji will open sometime next month. No idea about Togakushi.”
“Do you want to go back?” Mai asked. “When I first got here, it was all I could think about, but now I can’t imagine living anywhere else.”
“Moot point. I can’t abandon Toshiie.” I plopped down on Sasuke’s futon – looked like we were going to be here a while. Sasuke grabbed another scroll so violently that it unrolled across the room.
Yuki picked up the scroll and tossed back to Sasuke. “Wait. Sasuke… does that mean you’re going to go back? And Katsu, when you find your brother, you’ll leave too?” He sounded a bit sad about the possibility of both of us leaving … which was flattering, especially considering recent events.
“I never thought it was possible, so I put it out of my mind.” I was used to it here, and I felt like I was living a more purposeful life than I had been in the future. “I don’t even know what I would return to – I’ve been careful not to do anything that would alter the future, but I killed that sniper a few weeks back, and well, even before that – Yuki shut your ears – well, you probably noticed there are people who supposedly died before now, but… didn’t.”
Sasuke raised his hand. “Saved Kenshin.”
Mai raised hers too. “Saved Nobunaga.”
Geez, no wonder the timeline was haywire. “You two are the butterflies?”
“Ugh, don’t mention butterflies,” Sasuke said. “Don’t worry. The timeline you came from is unaltered. We’re in a different one, but if you go back, you’ll return to your own timeline, not the future of this one. Er… theoretically.”
I think I understood that. “So, we’re in a multiverse?”
“Theoretically,” Sasuke repeated.
“My brother had the scientific brain in my family. If he sent me a message – like in a time capsule – in the hopes that I made it home and was looking for him in history, would that time capsule be in the future of this timeline, or the future of the one we came from?” I hoped I had phrased that right.
“This timeline, not your original one.” Sasuke paused in his calculations. “Theoretically.”
I’m starting to hate that word.
Yuki groaned, lay on the floor and flung his hand over his eyes. “This is too weird for me. Wake me up when you start talking about stuff that’s important in the present.”
“Actually.” Sasuke continued, a feverish light gleaming in his eyes, “It could be in an infinite number of future timelines.”
Oh… I was beginning to feel sympathy for Yuki – it was starting to feel overwhelming. It sounded like the best way to find my brother was to continue as I had been.
“There’s much that’s still unknown,” Sasuke said. “Mai and I were transported from the same moment, but we arrived four years apart. I never have figured out why.” He returned to his frantic mathing. It’s not all that exciting to watch someone do math, so I listened to Mai talk about her life as a fashion designer, and what happened to her the day she’d been sent back in time.
Somewhere in the middle of that, Yuki fell asleep, snoring so loudly that walls vibrated. Or well, I suppose that could have still been the rain.
“Hm,” Sasuke said a while later. He’d filled several papers with scribblings. He’d also repurposed one of his Ninja wires and had constructed a mobile of some kind which was either a model of the world… or he’d gotten off track and played a short game of cat’s cradle. “I’m left with two competing hypotheses. One is that the wormhole anchors at both Honno-ji and Togakushi – and possibly other places- and any of us could use either location to travel back and forth to the future, whenever it opens.”
A loud snore from Yukimura alerted us to the fact that he was still out for the count.
Sasuke pushed his glasses further up on the bridge of his nose and continued. “That’s the one I’m leaning toward, pending further data. However, there’s a non-zero chance that the Togakushi node anchors this timeline to a different one. Meaning that if I… or Mai… went through at Togakushi – we could potentially run into that timeline’s version of ourselves, or if Katsuko went through at Honno-ji, the same thing could happen. Or the timeline would try to self-correct, and send us through to a completely different future, one in which we either never existed, or were no longer alive. Theoretically.”
I knew I was beginning to hate that word.
“Or it could even-” He broke off and tilted his head toward the corridor.
The bell at the guard station was clanging … and there was the sound of running feet in the corridor…
Voices… lots of them… yelling.
The door to Sasuke’s room slid open. Shingen stood at the threshold. He looked us all over, although his gaze iced over and slid past me. “Yukimura! Sasuke!”
At his voice, Yukimura woke up with a start, and was instantly alert.
“Emergency council. Come on.” He strode away. Vassals and guardsmen were rushing past the door.
Mai clutched my arm. “What? Are we under attack? Is Kenshin going to war?”
“It can’t be a war… there’s not been any hint of it,” Sasuke muttered as he transformed from Scientist to Ninja. Ok, seriously, that’s some superhero shit right there.
“He’s right – no one would attack without us getting a warning.” And Shingen would have gotten that warning. Nothing happened in this part of the country that he wasn’t aware of. “There’s no one around here who could attack us without warning.” You can’t move an army across Japan without somebody noticing, and Shingen had an entire network of people whose job it was to notice that kind of thing.
Sasuke and Yukimura were already out the door. Without needing to consult each other, Mai and I followed. Even if it wasn’t a pending battle, it was clearly urgent. Though Mai and I hadn’t been specifically invited, I doubted Kenshin would send her away if she showed up, and I planned to stick close to her.
The meeting hall was semi-organized chaos, and hard to hear anything specific over shouted instructions and the rain pounding on the roof. Kenshin was directing the Uesegi, Takeda and Imagawa forces into three groups. “Shingen will go upriver and try to divert—”
Yuki stood toe to toe with Shingen, yelling at him. “Not in this weather, you’d be the worst kind of fool to risk-”
Shingen said something back to Yukimura, but Kenshin’s shouts took precedence again. “—lead the people to higher ground if the fortifications fail.”
“Are you sure we’re not under attack?” Mai gazed at Kenshin’s battle face. She was still holding onto my arm, and her nails dug into my skin.
Upriver…
Divert…
Higher ground…
“No.” I looked toward the window, where sheets of water were still pouring from the sky – had been pouring from the sky for the past two days. “It’s the river. It’s flooding… and there are dozens of little villages in its path.”
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is that jillian lloyd i see at that garage sale over there ? it’s rare to see the twenty five year old outside of presents of the past . if you ask me , they remind me a lot of fresh snow , oversized bubblegum bubbles , the burn of alcohol , and brand new shoes ... but that could just be because she’s been known as the spitfire since she came to town 8 years ago . just keep an eye on them & see if their true colors shine through !!
tends to resemble sydney sweeney (( like this and ill enter ur ims.))
BASICS
Name — jillian henrietta lloyd
Age — twenty five
Sex — cisfem
Pronouns — she/her
Sexuality — bisexual
Birthday — 09/12/97
Residence — coral coast
Occupation — employee at presents of the past
Time in Fairford — 8 years
PERSONALITY
Positive Traits — deliberate , warm , gregarious , alluring , intrepid.
Negative Traits — facetious , guarded , hot-headed , aloof , enigmatic.
Likes — sunshine , the beach , old cars , farmers markets , dressing up , fidget toys , old television/cinema , going to bed late , coconut ice cream
Dislikes — eye-contact, loud chewing, slow walkers , beer , being too cold , sweating , romantic movies , seafood , the dark .
Aesthetics — freshly fallen snow , oversized bubblegum bubbles , the burn of alcohol , brand new shoes , showing up late to everything with a large coffee , the echo of an empty theatre , the lingering smell of fruity bodyspray
Goals — self sufficiency . she doesn’t want to rely on her step-mom forever.
Motivations — being a good person so the owner of the shop still likes her
MEET JILLIAN
“What’s it like, living in Fairford? Did you ever picture yourself settling down here or did you always know this would be your home?”
“Well I didn’t know this was going to be my final destination, I guess,” Jillian answered, twisting a lock of her hair between her fingertips and averting her eyes as she pondered the question. Truth is she packed up the car she had gotten as a gift (from her step mother) for her 16th birthday, and drove North. Following the winding path of 101 for three days, stopping to sleep in rest areas, and once in a motel when she needed a shower, on the fourth day she drove a little more aimlessly, trekking off until a large ‘Welcome to Fairford’ sign greeted her, and never ended up looking back. Jillian had stopped in to find something to eat, and found herself drawn in by the quaint way the town bustled with life. “But the longer I stayed, the less I felt like leaving,” she finishes the thought while sitting up a little straighter. “To answer you other question, though, living in Fairford is pretty much exactly what you’d imagine it to be. Knowing your neighbors is nice, and like- the name of who owns your favorite coffee shop. It’s nice feeling connected.”
“What’s your family like? Are you still close, or have you blocked all their numbers?”
Jillian stiffens imperceptibly, before scratching the back of her ear and laughing as nonchalantly as she could muster. “Not many number to block,” she jokes with a wave of her hand. “Dad’s dead, mom’s dead, I still talk to my step-mom from time to time, but she’s...” the assailing thoughts making it hard for Jill to focus before clearing her throat, “She lives in California, so it’s hard to stay close,” she excuses. It’s a good excuse, too, but not remotely close to the actual answer. “My siblings are weird too, I never really know what they’re thinking, even when we are in touch,” she deflects, though the underlying truth to those words are in the fact Jillian truly has never known how her siblings feel about her.
“Top five songs currently on your Spotify?”
Jillian rolls her eyes and whips out her phone, “I use Apple Music, actually,” she corrects, before tapping the app and scrolling for a moment. “The last five songs I’ve added though,” she begins, eyes reading before a wide grin coming across her face, “I Am a Rock, by Simon and Garfunkle. Then it’s Hey Juliet, by LMNT. I like to sing ‘Hey Jillian’ because it still works,” she teases, and turns her attention back to read her phone again, “Cardboard Box by Flo, super catchy. Can’t Kick Up the Roots, by Neck Deep, and oh--” she trails off, having a soft chuckle behind her and before concluding, “And Fireflies by Owl City.”
BACKGROUND
born to college aged, aspiring star-mother , entertainment industry CEO la-father. father had a wife , mom was an affair. no contact with dad, received hush money. mom died when she was 4, came into father’s custody. new siblings. tense relationships. father expected perfection in everything she did from day one. her step mom was lovely, not missing a beat to invite jillian in despite the pain her presence caused.
was put in pageants from the age of 5 with no choice . jillian had ebbing and flowing relationships with her half siblings. winning titles was the only thing her father ever praised her for. after a few years jill had no interest in pageants, but was told it was “the only thing going for her” by her father. after a tumultuous end to pageanting years later, she was the only one of her siblings to attend boarding school starting at the age of 13, and was only asked to come home for christmas and summer breaks. it took her a few years to warm up, but it turned out her step mom was her biggest ally.
in school jill used her looks to get whatever she wanted, and had most of her classmates wrapped around her finger. she pranced around acting like she had everything figured out, the leader of her own little clique, it was the most powerful jillian had ever felt in her life. she lost her virginity at the age of 15 , and her reputation throughout school was quickly made. she was still wildly popular, but that popularity came with everyone’s assumption that jill had slept with half the school’s population (when in reality, the number was something more like 6 people.) after being devastated by the fact, jillian embraced it, and has since used her promiscuity to keep people at arms length. (she would rather sleep with you, than get to know you, because she assumes that’s all you want from her.)
her father died the week before jillian was about to graduate high school ... she didn’t return home and chose to walk with her classmates despite the fact she had little-to-no one in the crowd for her. packed up the small amount of belongings she had at school and moved to fairford.
starting over completely , she got a job at presents of the past. jill never really knew what she liked, her feelings always coming second to whatever duties she had to fulfil. but the owner is the sweetest man that welcomed jill immediately, and was overjoyed to express his joy of old trinkets, things of the past, and anything the looked like it held a story. it was the first time jill had met someone that made her so happy. she didn’t feel the incessant need to please him like her father , or the instinctual guilt for the reality of her relationship like her step mom. he was just him, and made jill feel heard, and seen even from their very first discussion on embroidered dinner napkins. jill did her best to keep the fact that she was living out of her car under wraps, terrified of feeling pitied, or that his thoughts about her would change. that arrangement lasted a little less than 3 months before jill was able to get her own place. she had been ignoring all of her step mother’s attempts at communication since she graduated (and the death of her father or whatever) all those months ago, but jill finally felt like she was drowning and needed help and one day picked up the phone. her step mom got her into a nice townhouse on the coast without as second thought.
today she’s still (partially) being supported by her step mother, their relationship relatively unchanged from her childhood, visiting for holidays and speaking every so often, but the older jillian gets, the more she understands how awful her father was, and how drastically she had changed her step mother’s life. the dynamic between them can’t help but overwhelm jill with guilt sometimes, so she does her best to keep the woman at arms length, even though she’s the only family she has. besides from the owner of presents, of course, who she also spends some holidays with, evening joining him and his family for thanksgiving dinner last year.
jillian absolutely pours herself into her work at presents, and her relationship with the owner flourished alongside her passion for the very same trinkets. as somebody with little family , jill was enthralled with the idea of keeping the history of a person alive , even after they've died. old photographs, toys made only of wood and cloth nearly falling apart, sewing tins full of memorabilia of a band that no longer exists. all of it excites jill.
WANTED CONNECTIONS
mw: exes !!! any past romantic/sexual connection (m/f , she’s bi hehe) ,
current fwb , roommate , long lost cousin , dealer
neighbor.
rival.
mentor.
bad influence.
personal trainer.
sexually tense friendship.
party friends.
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4x05 Thoughts
So we were right saying O’Brien’s nephew was the bomber – yay
Oh, murder – nice little head shot for the nice hiker dude.
There goes Owen with his celebrity references – he always talks about movies or celebrities – especially when trying to talk someone into something or when he is in a position he is actually inexperienced in – (ex: 3x12 Stakeout & whatever one he used this season already)
I love Mateo
Paul’s face at Owen’s “You would look smokin hot on my bobber” was priceless.
I love that they ALL think that the complaint is one – against Owen & two – from Pearce.
She has a beautiful voice
The interview montage was great
“Bam Bam” Nancy Gillian
I think Nancy and Mateo now share a brain cell – they were so similar to each other in the interviews
“Do we know each other” – pinged all the ‘this is Paul’s love interest’ bells – INSTANTLY
I like TK saying “He would never do something stupid like that again” – it was the again part – immediately followed by Paul’s “Did he do something stupid again?” in the most resigned voice.
I understand the whole it not being right to call the lady crazy – and an apology is a pretty reasonable request – the rest – NOT AT ALL
I love Captain Owen Strand – the man that backs his crew – supports their decisions – this is the Owen I can get behind – this is where he excels.
I didn’t think the mother appeared inebriated, but I wasn’t totally sure on what was going on – I have had similar things happen to me with my migraines – so I thought it would be something neurological.
The temporary relief that Cap wasn’t in trouble – followed by Marjan telling them she was – they all did that so damn well.
Marjan and Owen always kill their scenes together – they do truly have so many similarities (I think she is more like him than TK is, and I think that Owen sees that too)
So, the only one that knew that the dude came to the firehouse was Marj, who is now conveniently gone – hmmm
Fucking stalker Honor Dogs Bomber dude
This dude is already a better stalker than Sadie was
I do feel like he has some real hesitation on what he is doing – like he is being forced.
Or he is a pretty good actor and is selling the hesitation to me really well.
I love that they handled Grace getting personally involved in a case VERY differently than the OG one did with Maddie.
I like that a central theme in this show overall (intentional or not) is that we should follow or at least listen to our instincts & to look further into something that we question.
Was one of the tests for casting the main characters a wide range in facial expressions – no matter the situation? Because this cast kills them all.
Owen showed a lot of growth – he didn’t punch the bearded fuckwad in the HR office
Seriously though – how is he not in jail? Such an accurate representation of the United States judicial system.
I hate him – like more than I did Billy at the end of Season 2.
He is abusive right? Like the red flags could fill a football field.
His ‘wife’ looks so uncomfortable
I love Marjan
I hate fuckhead beard face & his wife
Fuuck their gofundme – you lost your shit because you quite literally lost your shit
I LOVE that Marj talks to Paul, Mateo, & Nancy about this
I love Nancy immediately supporting her
I also think it’s hilarious that they are at Owen & Mateo’s house
Grace being so distracted, but replying was so great
She almost got herself out of it
I love them so much
Charlie is adorable
Ever the supportive husband
“A big scary man”
“I thought you’d be old.”
The twins are great – nice to see them teaming up on Mom
Tommy saying what we all were “Why aren’t you calling 911?”
I love seeing Grace lose her shit – not be in control
Interesting – in 4x04 we saw Carlos “Control Freak” Reyes lose all control, now in 4x05 we see Grace “calm & cool” Ryder lose all control in the field instead of at her desk – and both played it so well
I am with Judd & the kid on coconut in candy bars
I love the Tommy & Grace relationship
It feels real, organic and relatable
I like that Tommy tells Grace how much she does help – how important her role is in the whole first responders world.
So as soon as I saw bomber stalker in the apartment, I knew it would burn or blow – just didn’t expect it to be in the very next scene.
It’s so fucking horrible that two greedy grifting douchebags made her doubt her instincts to much
So, did Owen see the bomber stalker or not? It looked like he did, but??
So punching is better than talking?
I love that Paul went to file a report against the department
I love that she knew Paul pre-transition
I enjoy how observant he is.
I hate it when you know someone from somewhere, but can’t figure out where the hell you know them from
I love the support that Paul and Marjan have for each other
The FD chief is a dick – also I am pretty sure any suit filed by those idiots would be thrown out due to their own actions.
“Please wish her luck with whatever she decides” Asha to Paul – Paul – ‘yeah, I already know what she will be doing”
I am so happy Marjan stuck to her personal morals.
Owen’s reactions while watching the video were great
I agree with Marjan
I can’t wait to see what her journey brings
Just wonder if it will be until 4x09 til we see her again?
He wanted to sell it so bad to Clarke, but tries to talk Marj out of it.
The goodbye for now scene is beautiful
TK looks amazing in that sweater
Mateo will be such a helicopter dad
I am happy that I was wrong with Marjan getting hurt due to Owen’s involvement with the Honor Dogs/FBI – they really had me wondering all the way til the end credits.
You do NOT need to buy another bike – unless it is a bicycle or maybe even a unicycle if you want to be challenged. Not too many criminal organizations in the unicycle community
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To die for. | Sirius Black
Sirius Black x fem!reader (1.2k words) (hurt/comfort)
Summary; y/n feels the overwhelming need to to earn Sirius’ attention, and he can’t believe his ears
Warnings; suggested nudity, harmful talk about self worth (PLEASE treat yourself kindly if you relate to this mc)
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It was a weird thing to be comfortable enough with a person to be naked with them. To be able to share and give every part of yourself to someone seemed too scary, far too real for anyone to handle. But in some twisted way, to her, it was the only form of love she seemed fit for.
Her body wasn’t what she wanted it to be, and she seemed to hate how she looked in a mirror but somehow she would strip off for him at any given moment, whenever he would ask.
They weren’t in a relationship, but she knew that she loved him.
She had always loved him, more than anything, but she was far too scared to ever speak it into reality. It was easier to lay him down and make him sigh in her arms for hours and hours and hours.
Sirius was so beautiful, so soft to touch and gentle with his hands. His neck was her favourite, she thought, or maybe it would be how he moans when she pulled his hair and kissed the area just below his ear.
He was perfection. He reminded her so much of liquid gold, pure and blinding to the eye. She adored him so much it hurt, which she knew had to be unhealthy but how could she be blamed?
He finally rolled over to face her, after ten minutes of her counting the minuscule moles on his back. He flashed his smile, a sleepy one where only the left side of his mouth lifted.
“How long have you been awake?” He trailed a finger down her bare waist, before settling and drawing circles on her plump hips
“Not long, only a few minutes” she craned her head slightly, looking over at the enchanted clock by James’ bed. It was still only 11, and the other boys were sleeping over in the girls’ dorm tonight.
Maybe he would want to do more? She thought. She would do anything for him, it didn’t really matter what he asked.
It was stupid to think like this, and quite desperate once she really properly digested it but she was okay with it. She was truly okay with doing anything to make him happy. It was scary how much control he had over her. But as she thought more about it, any person who showed her a drop of attention she would treat and think of the same. She supposed when you grew up without much love that’s what it does to a person.
She was never spiteful though, wasn’t strong enough to be.
“Come here” he urged, his arm opening and smile wide.
She did, quickly. Ridiculously quickly.
His long fingers tangled in her curls, his head resting atop hers and taking in her scent of shea butter and frangipanis. His other hand was stroking up and down her back, drawing patterns and soothing shapes.
“You’re very warm” he spoke, kissing the top of her head “and you always smell so nice”
“Your skin is so soft” she whispered, her own fingertips grazing against the muscle of his shoulder “I never understood why”
“Coconut oil” he began, twirling a ringlet between his fingers “and a loofa, actually”
She giggled “trust you to do the same thing my mother does”
He gasped, forcing her to look up at him “she’s a woman with great taste”
“You’d get on like a house on fire” she leaned forward, kissing him gently.
They kissed for a while more, savouring every last moment. She swore she had never been kissed so softly, so tenderly. The way their lips moulded together was to die for.
She eased back into his chest after a while, nuzzling into his neck. They had never been so domestic before, laying with each other in comfortable nudity without feeling the need to have sex.
It was scary. They hadn’t done this before. She was worried now, did she do something to offend him?
“What’s wrong?” He asked, his hand dragging to her face. He looked concerned “you let go”
She looked down curiously, and to her surprise her arms had untangled from his, her body separated slightly.
“Sorry” she shook her head, sitting up now and covering her breasts with the cotton sheets “I just-“
Words failed to come out of her mouth, and he was begging to look at her like she was insane. Well, at least that’s what she thought the look on his face was
“Have I done something?” She finally managed
“What?” He looked perplexed
“Have I done something? because usually we… you know… and we haven’t today and I just wanted to make sure I didn’t do anything to make you annoyed or-“
“Hey” he tilted his head, speaking delicately, fearing that she would break at any sudden movement. His palms rose to her arm, rubbing gently
“I enjoy this — us, it doesn’t always have to be a sexual thing. I like you for more than just that, way more than just that” he bit his bottom lip for a moment “you’re worth so much more than just that. You deserve to be cherished and held and loved”
He rambled and looked at her in awe “you did already know this, didn’t you? You must’ve known. You haven’t done anything wrong, of course not”
“I just thought, I really didn’t— I didn’t know” and in a sudden shockwave to the brain, her entire mind brightened. Like a lightbulb effect, which she thought only really ever existed in those muggle movies.
She had never thought of it like that, not really.
Kindness like that was something she believed had to be earned, never in a million years would she have thought it would be given, for free, especially to her. It was a recurring saying that how she looked would never get her anyone special. She was convinced she had to compensate for love. In some screwed up way she was terrified that by looking the way she looked she had to make triple the effort to even be considered
“I really, really, like you — and I’m so scared” the tears began to fall, and one they fell she couldn’t stop “I don’t know how to do this”
He immediately reacted, pulling her into a tight and firm hug. He whispered into her ear and waited patiently for her tears to slow down.
She was embarrassed, humiliated… mortified even. But something inside of her was warm and there was a sweet feeling burrowing at the very centre of her heart
“Well then, we can learn together, yeah?” He pulled back to look at her, wiping tears off her cheek.
Once her vision focused, she realised that he had cried too. His eyes were red and under his nose seemed to be wet. They both looked like a mess… and if either James or Remus was to walk in they would without a doubt admit them to St Mungos for insanity.
But to them, they had just opened each other’s eyes to something they would’ve never seen with anyone else.
“Together” she nodded, reaching over and kissing his cheeks right where each tear fell.
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Luv, Hold Me Down (Sirius Black x Reader, WIP)
Warning: Mature themes? I don’t know with this one.
Word count: 2,209
A/N: You’re gonna hate my ass because I have zero intention to finish the smut on this one shdhd. Maybe when I’m less busy I’ll come back and update it (although not atm). There are typos galore too so I’m sorry in advance!
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The infamous Bubblegum Bomb Incident of 1972. Casualties: one.
During Year Two, Sirius had resolved to get revenge on Cissy’s insufferable boyfriend ever since he tripped him in the halls to get a laugh out of his Slytherin lackeys; and what better way to do that than ruining his precious platinum locks.
It was suppose to be a quick and untraceable procedure. He’d get to personally serve Lucius his own brand of justice and the job would be completed without having to suffer detention.
If only you hadn’t been rushing through the halls that day.
Lunch had just ended, and you were haphazardly ducking and dodging through the wave of students, on your way to visit Remus. He’d been sentenced to a strict, three day period of consistent bed-rest in the infirmary after a particularly bad transformation.
You’d just wanted to bring him a slice of his favorite Hogwarts style coconut cream pie, but one wrong turn and you were suddenly bombarded with three quick pelts of homemade exploding bubblegum bullets.
Sirius had designed them to be quick and lethal with their distribution of rubbery goo so that the target's hair was sure to be ruined.
The first shot sent the small plate in your hands completely airborne. The next two hit you square in the chest, knocking you fully onto your back.
The aftermath was so extreme that it took the combined effort of Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, and eventually, the guiding hand of Madam Pomfrey to free you from the sticky sludge and off of the stone pavement.
By the time they’d got to the infirmary, your entire head of hair had been deemed unsalvageable by sweet Poppy, and the only thing she could figure to do was shave it clean off by hand.
You’d spent the next two days unexpectedly alongside a tired Remus, confined in the sick bay, crying your eyes out hysterically. You’d had no idea who had done this to you or why.
That was until the third day, when Poppy finally allowed visitors in, in hopes of lifting your spirits.
Your guests included:
An empathetic Lily and Mary, both girls bringing you and Remus an abundance of flowers from the greenhouses, with explicit approval from Professor Sprout; alongside the homework you’d missed and plenty of junk foods.
An overzealous Marlene who’d spent the entirety of the three days drafting up and collecting signatures for a petition to permanently ban disruptive joke shop type inventions.
And lastly, an uncharacteristically stonefaced James and solemn Sirius who both quietly observed the crucially placed scarf on your head meant to distract from your current state of baldness.
“Go on then. Tell her, man. It’s only proper.” James said abruptly with folded arms, for the first time ever foregoing his usual impeccable home-taught manners and any form of courteous greetings altogether.
You watched confused as Sirius stood some several feet away, staring directly down at his shoes. After another coarse verbal prod from James, he stepped forward, eyes wide and brows furrowed.
“I- You have to understand, I couldn’t have known, Y/N! It happened so suddenly and before I knew it, it was too late!” He pleaded desperately and you weren’t quite understanding what he meant.
“I don’t follow, Sirius. What are you on about?” You asked, watching as he began wringing his hands.
He looked over to James again, seemingly pleading for aid that wouldn’t come. James looked positively severe, intent on standing by his decision to have the boy do this by himself.
“I- I was the one who blew the gum bullets.” Sirius finally whispered, looking positively terrified of your reaction. “But I didn’t intend on hitting you, I promise! It was for that git Malfoy! Remember when he tripped me in front of all of those sixth years last month? I’d been working on a way to get him back ever since! You’ve got to believe me, Y/N!”
But you’d stopped listening after the initial reveal. Your blood ran cold and it was hard to focus on anything in particular before suddenly all of your senses came rushing back in, and you were furious.
And even though James and Remus had been gauging your response, neither could have been quick enough to match the speed at which you pulled off both of your slippers and hurled them at the older boy’s face.
Successfully managing to clock him so hard, he reflexively reached up to clutch his sore, but still intact nose.
After that day, you had deemed Sirius public enemy number one, he managed to outrank even the silver-spoon fed Slytherins and that antagonizing blight, Peeves.
While there were tonics for quickening hair growth, you cursed Sirius Orion Black, every time you had to awkwardly apply a plethora of random oils to your scalp and walk around campus bald for an entire semester.
When he looked your way, you glared back mercilessly. If he dared to even address you, your responses were far from being deemed PG-13.
He’d spent the first six months wearily but consistently trying to apologize, however the damage had already been done, and it’d destroyed any semblance of friendship he’d crafted with you beforehand.
So after a while, he gave up. If you were going to hate him regardless of his actions, he figured he might as well stand up for himself during the bickering matches that transpired whenever the two of you were less than six feet apart.
Over the years, you’d remained bestfriends with Remus and James, though they could never hang out with the both of you at the same time.
For example, if you were eating breakfast with the two boys in The Great Hall and Sirius arrived late after sleeping in, you’d promptly roll your eyes and slide away to talk with Lily.
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“That most definitely is not healthy, James.” You grimaced, tilting your head back laughing. The book in your lap, long since abandoned from the moment your bestfriends entered the common room.
“Muggle five second rule, Y/N! You were the one who told me about it to begin with!” He grinned from his spot sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of you.
You couldn’t help bursting into a fit of giggles, desperately trying to respond. “Rem- Remus! Please! Inform him that it doesn't apply to dropping a sandwich down an entire flight of stairs!”
“Believe me I tried, but he seemed pretty determined to eat it, hair and all after catching up to it.” Remus replied softly, a fond smile playing on his lips as you began making gagging noises of disgust.
“No! James Fleamont Potter, tell me you didn’t actually eat hair!” You laughed, extending your socked foot to shove him.
“I will suffice by just saying that, there may or may not have been a stray hair or two on it when I picked it up- Oh! Sirius, how was detention?” James trailed off to greet a certain boy and your demeanor immediately soured.
Your textbook on alchemical runes suddenly seemed like the most interesting thing in the world.
“It was worth it. Mcgonagall must be getting tired of me because she had me choose a book and read for three hours. Don’t let me interrupt the fun though. Looks like you’ve finally coaxed the Ice Queen to defrost for a bit. Shame I wasn’t here to see it.” He remarks, and you didn’t need to be looking at him to know he was wearing that infuriating smirk.
“Don’t worry, Black. I’ll never be able to truly relax knowing you’re still out running amuck. Next time you get written up, I’ll be sure to beg Mcgonagall to keep you chained outside with the rest of the wild animals.” An acute look of disgust etches across your face as you close your book, promptly shoving it into your bag.
“If you’re so desperate to see me in a collar, the person you need to be begging is right in front of you, doll.”
You could not have rolled your eyes harder at his remark. In a huff, you tug the strap of your bag around your frame and stand indignantly.
“You’re actually right for once. James? Keep your mutt on a tighter leash, before I’m forced to be the one that puts him down.” You sneer, flipping your hair over one shoulder and striding up to the girls dormitory before he can get in another word.
Remus sighed, unhappily leaning back against the couch he was currently sprawled across. “You just can’t help yourself, can you?”
Sirius watched as your figure disappeared up the stairs before turning to the boy, a dumb smile playing on his lips.
“She doesn’t hate me nearly as much as she tries to make you believe.” Was all he offered giddily before skillfully changing the subject.
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Much like the infamous playboy Sirius Black, you were known for how frequently you broke the hearts of anyone you hooked up with. They found that sex with you was a spiritual experience, but were usually crushed when you made it clear you weren’t interested in recurring partners.
When Gryffindor’s Quidditch team won a mid-season match against Ravenclaw, James was relentless in persuading you to come to the after party. And though you weren’t originally keen on the idea, you figured it’d be an ample opportunity to relieve some stress.
The night had gone well. You’d garnered a nice buzz from the punch James made in his dorm and had your eyes fixed on Theodore Nott who’d been snuck in by Marlene.
Sirius, who was working his way onto his third cup of punch, watched you make eyes with the Slytherin boy from across the room.
He sat silently seething as you adjusted in your spot on the couch, crossing your legs while holding that snake’s gaze. In the end, all it took was the simple curl of your index finger for Theodore to hand his drink to an unimpressed Marlene and approach you.
Sirius watched as the two of you exchanged a handful of words before you sultrily dragged the boy away by his collar.
It took a minute for him to register that the styrofoam cup in his grasp was crushed.
After grabbing a napkin, he irritatedly ran a hand through his hair and his breath was ragged.
Why did he care that you were probably seconds from fucking a random guy? He definitely wasn’t one to judge, he’d been with plenty of people over the years.
However, no matter how many times he rolled the idea around in his head, he was getting angrier by the minute.
Remus approached him to spark up a conversation, but he was already slipping past him, towards the direction he watched you disappear to earlier.
He found you in the hallway, lip-locked with Theodore who had a grip on one of your exposed thighs. Meanwhile your hands were tangled in his hair.
Sirius’ body switched into autopilot, moving at such a speed that his brain couldn’t even keep pace.
He had harshly pulled the boy off of you, slung you onto his shoulder and made his way to his dorm. Partygoers standing confused as you beat his back, yelling at him to let you go. Once he’s on the stairs away from prying eyes, he delivers a sharp slap to the exposed skin on your thigh.
“Stop screaming bloody murder, Y/L/N.” is all he says and you bite your lip at the sting.
By the time he locked his door and tossed you onto his bed you’re looking at him like he’s insane. Scurrying to get off the mattress but he quickly grabs you ankle, pulling you back to where he dropped you.
“What the fuck has gotten into you!?” You hiss, watching him run a hand through his locks.
“I’m tired of waiting for you to stop being a brat and realize you like me. Tired of watching you hop on random dicks that aren’t mine. You want to get laid tonight? Fine, fuck me then.” He growls and you’re instantly overwhelmed.
“Did a screw come loose in your head? I don’t know what the hell you’re on but I’m not fucking you all people!” You respond by grasping a pillow from his bed and chucking it at his head. He easily catches it with a roll of his eyes.
“I’ve loved you since our first year, Y/N. And I’ve observed you long enough to know if you genuinely hated me or not.” He confesses and you freeze. His eyes were crystal clear and you’re at a loss of words so he continues.
He gently grasps one of your hands, bringing it up over his heart. You can very faintly feel his heart racing and your brows furrow. He was actually being genuine.
“You want fuck me so bad you’ve officially gone stupid?” You ask but he sees the tiniest smirk on your lips. And for whatever reason, you actually let him move in to kiss you.
He jumps a bit when you bite his bottom lip and you giggle before he’s pressing you back onto the bed.
It’s a fight for dominance, neither of you wanting to be the one that relents.
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Protecting What’s Mine
Warnings: None
Requested: yes
Contains: cute!bf Brandon. cute!gf Y/N. Y/N gets a little possessive
Words: 1, 324
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I giggle loudly, tugging hard on Brandon’s hand. “Brandon,” I whine, tugging at his hand again and again. I’m currently pulling my boyfriend through the mall, but he’s just laughing and dragging his feet.
“Why am I here again?” He questions, laughing again as I tug harder at his hand. I sigh and atop tugging at his hand, turning to face him.
“You’re here because I wanted to shop and look for new clothes and I could show you all the cutesy things I’m gonna get. And maybe we can stop into Bath and Bodyworks and you can help me pick out a new scent. Or we could find stuffed animals and you could help me pick a new one,” I say quickly. Brandon stares at me with wide eyes.
“Did you have candy? Because it seems like you might have had candy,” he jokes. I roll my eyes at him and take his hand again, tugging him along.
Just looking at the two of us, you would never think that we’re dating. Brandon is all dark colors and brooding behavior, before you actually get to know him and he’s a major teddy bear. Me, on the other hand...I’m a teddy bear from the start. I like bright colors and lots of dresses and fluffy things, and sometimes dying my hair bright colors. At first glance, people think we’re total opposites and, just from our appearances, we are. But, as I mentioned, Brandon is a major teddy bear once you truly get to know him. He’s very sweet and funny, and we actually share a lot of interests. So, we just...work, even if it looks like we don’t on the outside.
I stop for a second, looking around the mall for where to go. “Clothes or stuffies or scents?” I ask, looking up at him and smiling sweetly. Brandon sighs softly, brushing his curls out of his face.
“Scents, I think,” he says, nodding his head towards the Bath and Bodyworks nearby. I smile widely and nod my head, tugging him towards the brightly lit store.
Even from several feet away, the mixture of scents hits me. The summer season is about to start, so I know they have a new line of scents coming out. As soon as the smell hits Brandon, he coughs for a second and allows himself to get used to the onslaught of scents.
Inside, the store is filled with several groups of women and girls looking for different things. A few men are scattered around the store, usually standing right next to a woman who is browsing. Every few seconds, the woman they’re with turns around and passes them a bottle to smell. I smile softly and focus my attention on the bottles of perfume and lotion lined at the front. As always, the new summer line focuses around scents from the Hawaiian Islands. One of the newer ones, a coconut themed scent, smells absolutely delectable. “Oooh, this smells good,” I say, turning around to let Brandon smell. He sniffs the bottle and nods his head, smiling softly.
Calmly, I lead him around the store, looking at all the different scents being sold. For a few seconds, I take my attention off of Brandon and look through the bottles on the shelf. When I turn back around, he’s leaning calmly against one of the racks, but my attention is pulled elsewhere. Just off to the side, I see a group of girls clearly checking him out. One if the girls, a tall, tanned blonde, giggles with her friends as soon as they see him.
Biting my bottom lip lightly, I take Brandon’s hand in mine and tug lightly. “Let’s go,” I say. He gives me a confused look.
“Do you not wanna get anything?” He asks curiously. I shake my head lightly, my eyes falling to the group of girls again.
“I don’t think so. Maybe some other time,” I tell him, trying to be cheerful and ignore the girls ogling my boyfriend. I take his hand in mine and lead him out of the store, walking through the mall again.
For a little while, we just walk around to different stores. We go into a store and look at clothing for a little bit. I find a cute, yellow flowery skirt that I fall in love with and Brandon seems to like it, too. We get the skirt and go to find some stuffed animals, as well. When we find them, I fall in love with a cute, fluffy octopus, so I decide to buy him. Brandon is just watching me browse through the stuffed animals, a huge smile on his face. “Did you know that you’re super adorable?” He chuckles. I shoot him a goofy smile, hugging the octopus.
“Of course I did! Although, the compliment is appreciated.”
Walking through the mall for a little bit longer, my stomach starts rumbling a little bit. I squeeze Brandon’s hand lightly. “Food?” I ask, tilting my head. He chuckles and nods, leading me towards the food court.
The food court area is filled with people having lunch and talking animatedly. Almost all the tables are full. I search around the area, trying to think of something. “What do you want to eat?” Brandon asks. I look up at the choices, thinking for a second.
“Pizza?” I ask.
“Pizza it is,” he smiles. He starts to walk towards the pizza place, but I don’t move. He gives me a confused look.
“I’m gonna look for a table, okay?” I say, gesturing around at all of the filled tables. Brandon nods his head lightly and squeezes my hand once before letting go.
Calmly, I look around the food court for an empty table. Towards the middle of the collection of tables, I see an empty table. It’s a little dirty, so I swipe the crumbs off the table top and sit down happily. As soon as I’m seated, I look over towards the pizza place and look for Brandon. I can just see the back of his head and I hum happily, checking my phone while I wait. The minutes tick by, but Brandon isn’t back yet. I look up towards the pizza place again and see him towards the front of the line. However, I also see a few people gathered around and talking to him. I squint at them in confusion for a few seconds before jumping up from the table. It’s the girls from Bath and Bodyworks.
Completely abandoning the table, I quickly walk over to the pizza place. A few people glare at me as I pass, but I just brush it off. “Sorry. Just trying to get to my boyfriend,” I say plainly. As soon as I get to Brandon, I take his hand in mine and stand close to him. I lean around his body and stare plainly at the girls.
“Oh, hey, baby,” Brandon smiles sweetly, seemingly oblivious to the girls next to him looking at him like he’s a snack. Which he is, but he’s *my* snack.
Without even hesitating, I lean up and kiss him. Brandon seems a little surprised, but he kisses back immediately. When I pull back, I look squarely at the girls again. “Mine,” I say plainly, entwining out fingers again. The girls roll their eyes, flicking their long hair over their shoulders.
“Fine,” the one blonde girl responds snappily. The girls turn on their heels and stalk away.
As soon as they’re far enough away, Brandon turns to me, a smirk on his lips. “You’re cute when you’re possessive,” he chuckles. I narrow my eyes at the girls’ backs as they disappear.
“They were being too friendly. I didn’t like it,” I pout. Brandon laughs, pulling me into his side and kissing my head.
“It’s okay, baby. You’re the only girl I care about,” he reassures me. I hum happily, leaning my head against his chest.
“Good.”
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Jealous | Eita Semi x Reader
✧ Summary: You thought you were content with your relationship so far - Semi was your best friend and these past few years were some of the most memorable. But all of that quickly changes with some outside forces.
➳ Tags: Angst with a happy ending; some humor
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Four years ago, it would have been a strange sight to see you, an up-and-rising wing-spiker, sitting on the sideline of the Shiratorizawa volleyball team. Being the female team’s manager was nice, but just as ambiguous as the adjective. You sorely ached to be back as an active member on the court and you seemed to radiate that very thought throughout the schoolyear.
At the end of your first-year you were switched from official wing-spiker to sub-pinch server. That was a huge demotion in your eyes, but a position you would gladly accept now. You knees were deteriorating from overuse and it was only facilitated at the Spring Tournament during your first-year. A bad-land from a spike and you tore your ACL. From that injury, there was no going back. That took you off the regular team for the rest of the year, since your doctor recommended six-months of healing.
Torn ACL’s do not heal and you did not want to undergo surgery, since it would only prolong your time away from the court. That decision was terrible in itself, but you reasoned that your volleyball career would end after high-school. So the long-term implications did not affect your future in sports since you did not envision one.
But your career ended sooner than you thought.
You did not seek the advice of the athletic trainer or even your coach and attempted to do the same work-outs as the rest of the team. And for a good amount of time, they bought your act. It seemed you were a miraculous healer, despite the urgings of both your parents and physicians. Dates set aside for physical therapy were skipped and you opted to make yourself useful to the team.
But you were doing just the opposite.
The women of Shiratorizawa’s volleyball team had their eyes set on nationals and it seemed that you were on the right track. The team earned their spot in the finals of the Interhigh Tournament, garnering attention against Niiyama High. You were set to serve, aiming directly for the serious face of Amanai Kanoka. Mid-stride, something did not feel right and you landed, not on your feet, but on your front-side.
You looked up from your prone form on the ground to see the horrified faces of your teammates and opponents. The usually loud section of Shiratorizawa’s student body was stunned silent and everyone’s eyes were fixated on your figure. First aid was able to hoist your motionless body onto a stretcher and time seemed to momentarily stop. You could still distinctly recall the perturbed faces of your friends and family. In that very instant, you felt your heart crack and silently whispered goodbye to your beloved sport.
Your torn ACL developed into a long-lasting chronic deficiency and you were slowly losing control in knee movement.
Pity.
That was the only word to describe the certain expression other people gave you after the fact. Volleyball held a large amount of prominence on campus and the fact that nearly everyone saw your fall – it was humiliating. You were taken completely off the team and instead ushered into surgery and rehabilitation for your knee.
Many of your teammates attempted to show compassion and understanding for your situation, but they would never truly understand. You had accepted, deep in your heart, that even if you had undergone surgery early your knee would continually depreciate. It was only a matter of time.
The coach could understand your reasoning, but cursed your insolence. It hurt her that you desperately wanted to help the team, to the point of sacrificing your future. If she had known, she would have taken you off the starting-line in an instant. But there was no second chance, no benefit in asking what if’s.
The previous manager of the women’s team was leaving with graduation and you inherited her spot. On more than one occasion, you wondered if staying on as manager would really help you emotionally. It was your own personal hell, watching your previous teammates engage in volleyball and never getting the chance to join.
Graduation liberated many of your friends and majority of the people who observed your deterioration first-hand were gone. New volleyball teams were forming and you missed most of their names. Without the use of it on the court, it was harder to connect and really converse with the fresh first-years. You knew the names of the promising few – Goshiki Tsutomu was a hard one to miss. There were also two exemplary female wing-spikers, but Shiratorizawa’s team ran both deep and wide.
With all this distance, you would often miss much of the drama from those outside your year. Many of the other volleyball players made an effort not to bar you and updated you daily on news. Tendou was the number one instigator and you would often hear a warped version of the gossip from him first.
None of the male players were in the same class, ironically. There was one in each class and you shared yours with Eita Semi for the past three years. You were the closest to the mom of the group and he would usually clarify new gossip to you.
The groupchat shared amongst both the men’s and women’s volleyball team usually went ignored in your pocket. Once in a while, you would contribute a dank meme or comment. But for now, you tended to silently witness the drama unfold. Amongst the newly minted third-years was a groupchat just for you guys, both the girls and boys teams, which was the one you and Tendou seemed to haunt.
As such, you were texting away in the middle of class. You sat with Semi, who was diligently writing notes and following along with the teacher. Neither had yet to see you, but no matter who it was, they would pluck the phone right out of your hands.
GC: We’re the captains now. <(￣︶￣)>
12:43 From:s u f f e r i n g (。□°）
I’m just saying, we can fight him.
12:43 From: Ushiwaka-sama
I would prefer to leave the setter intact
12:43 From: Guess Monster（▼へ▼メ）
Are we ignoring the problem of Goshiki????
12:43 From: Captain-Sama!
He’s a wing-spiker not a middle-blocker. You don’t have to worry about your spot
12:43 From: Guess Monster（▼へ▼メ）
ExCuSe youuuuuuuuuuu
12:44 From: Guess Monster（▼へ▼メ)
I wouldn’t be afraid even if he was
It was severely clear to all volleyball members that your spot as a regular was never safe (unless of course your name started with a U and ended with -shiwaka.)
The coaches of either team were relentless in their words and would drop a team member if they showed enough weakness. And you would not be surprised even in the slightest if the essential vice-captain of the men’s team was benched for the newfound first-year. The anomaly of Goshiki Tsutomu could be found in the fact that he seemed to be the complete foil of his older teammates. Despite this, he showed the most promise and you almost wanted to bet money that he would be a regular by the Spring High Tournament.
12:44 From: Ushiwaka-sama
Your numerable amount of question marks show your lie.
12:44 From: Guess Monster（▼へ▼メ）
Why don’t you shut the fuck up
12:44 From: Ushiwaka-sama
But I didn’t say anything
12:45 From: Captain-Sama!
LMAO but seriously Soekawa has nothing to worry about
12:45 From: s u f f e r i n g (。□°）
Even if he does I think we can take the coconut-head.
12:45 From: Guess Monster（▼へ▼メ）
O mi god good one (f/n) I’m about to set his nickname as that
12:46 From: Okaasan/Eita
Why don’t you take your own advice and stfu salami
12:46 From: Captain-Sama
S C R E A M I N G
Okaasan/Eita has changed “Guess Monster (▼へ▼メ)” ‘s nickname to, “the most tender Salami”.
12:46 From: s u f f e r i n g (。□° )
I can’t breathe
12:47 From: Ushiwaka-sama
Lol
True to your word, you were laughing with almost no control while Semi was trying not to have his smile break his stern façade. You covered your mouth to stifle the giggles and the fact that the literal volleyball idiot wrote “Lol” you had no doubt he was laughing as well a few classrooms over.
Those in your immediate vicinity subtly turned to look at you and you had to pretend to bend-down to pick up a pencil to hide your laughter. You thanked Semi for the umpteenth time for grabbing these seats in the back that were far from the teacher’s reproach.
Once you were settled, Semi commented, “The aim of my remark was to calm you all down.”
It was hard to focus in class usually, but after a morning like that you were done. English was your forte and you had no problems with the subject, even in an advanced class focused on the western world’s literature. The Great Gatsby was your shit.
13:34 From: Captain-Sama
I have detention now Eita. I hope youre happy
13:34 From: Okaasan/Eita
What did I do????
13:34 From: Captain-Sama
I literally started screaming at the name
13:34 the most tender Salami
At least someone else is suffering too
13:34 the most tender Salami
My ass is getting blasted on the shared gc help
13:35 From: s u f f e r i n g (。□° )
Hey remember that time you locked me in the men’s locker room
13:35 From: s u f f e r i n g (。□° )
Karma beyotch
13:35 From: the most tender Salami
LMAo thanks for that reminder ugh that was the funniest day I almost feel better
You frowned at your phone and Semi noticed your reaction, “That’s your fault. You brought it up.”
The two of you were done with class for the rest of the day and were casually lounging around his dorm room. His roommate, Reon Ōhira, was in class 4 and had a different schedule from the two of you.
You were laid-out across his bed, backpack carelessly thrown on the floor against his desk. Semi was previously occupied with whatever he does on his laptop, but now he was catching-up with the groupchat. This was incredibly normal and it was almost second-nature for you to lounge in his room. Your roommate, the captain of the women’s team, often noted this with certain intentions.
It was no secret that you and Semi were something.
You flirted nonchalantly and he had an overall friendly personality — it seemed entirely natural. Your relationship had blurred lines and no clear mutual understanding. The two of you could hold hands and he could get away with the occasional kiss on your cheek. And if anyone asked if you were in a relationship, you would say no. Semi would do the same.
There was one occasion during your second-year that pushed Semi’s buttons to the point where he made your relationship known. You could count the amount of female third-years on your hand and still have fingers to spare. This, in Tendou’s eyes, left barely any possible suitors that he would seriously be interested in. And of all people, the eyes of the guess monster settled on you.
Tendou was a somewhat of a Kuudere, in your words. He was not cold, but incredibly blunt and cared on the inside. He had the type of attitude that would not seem to care if their crush noticed them. Instead, he took it a step further, to compliment said crush to other people and claim not to like them. And because he was so damn loud and incredibly obvious, the other male volleyball players seemed to notice and their gazes would casually linger on you.
You would dismiss their sudden interest as only aesthetic-deep and not take any other crushes seriously, especially Tendou. His crush bounced from girl to girl and this was a well-known fact, simply because he could admire a good looking person and not get emotionally attached. However, this was easier when the girl was in his class and not as immediate as on the volleyball team.
Tendou would highlight the specific beauty of your smile or hair casually and the other third-years would calmly agree. Semi could see it all. He was in a private groupchat with those boys and you were the topic of their conversation more than once. He would see the friendly pat on the head from Reon as he complimented your cross-spike. Or how you would converse with Ushijima and his eyes would loiter even after you walked away. Or how you would smile brightly at Yunohama’s jokes.
Tendou and Ushijima’s shared dorm was secretly party central, the later surprisingly okay with socializing on a daily basis. But you normally hung-out with Semi, in his room. And recently you had been getting more and more invitations to their room. He was hella annoyed and would often drag you right after class to chill with him instead.
This did not change the fact that Tendou was aggressive and this led to the day of Semi’s snapping. Tendou was waiting outside of your classroom and once he spotted you, he stepped right between you and Semi to sling a lazy arm across your shoulders.
“Finally we are graced with Friday. No homework to worry about for tomorrow and even better, it’s a rest day for volleyball!” Tendou was narrating the day as the three of you walked, Semi pushed all the way to the side. “Shall we let go of our inhibitions to celebrate this rare occasion?”
You lightly attempted to push off his hold on you, but he did not budge. “Sorry Tendou, not exactly in the mood to go off campus tonight.”
“That’s perfectly alright with me,” He deflected the rejection, “Waka is leaving tomorrow morning so we can chill in the dorm.” Certain ideas were undoubtedly forming in the minds of two growing teenage boys and Semi did not hide his disapproval. Instead, he sighed loudly and had the urge to grab you right out of Tendou’s grasp.
“What do you plan on doing with just me tonight, Tendou?” You teased.
He only laughed and ignored your question, “So how about it?"
“I prefer to get my homework done before the weekend, so that’s what I’ll be preoccupied with tonight.” You answered and Semi smirked at your response.
He bristled at your retort and kept pushing, “Well. I know you like that cheesecake place downtown—”
“Can’t you take a hint, Tendou?” Semi asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Sorry, but once I lay my eyes on a beautiful girl there’s no way I’ll let her go.” Tendou affirmed and tightened his hold on your shoulders.
You blushed at his confidence, “Ha. Well, determination is a dangerous thing.” Semi noted your flushed appearance and the fact that you had not pulled away from his hold.
No way, not on his watch.
Your flustered looks and affectionate embraces were meant for him and him alone.
Was Tendou’s unwavering resolve really getting to you? The red-head would constantly shower you with compliments and it was only a matter of time that it would infiltrate your brain. Meanwhile, he would offer you vague responses and a sparse amount of sentiments.
With his mind made-up, Semi grabbed you right out of Tendou’s filthy arms and into his own. “Sorry. But she’ll be busy with me.” You were nestled underneath his neck and his arm was wrapped lightly around your waist.
The message he was sending was clear and if it was not, Semi sure as hell would be ready to provide more.
Instead of being heart-broken or defensive, Tendou immediately turned the situation around, “Busy doing what?” ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
“Staying the hell away from you.” Semi sassily replied and attempted to walk away with you in his grasp.
Tendou took the message in stride and went further to ship the two of you together for the rest of the schoolyear. The others must have received the message and they laid off from their previous flirting. Well, most of them. The only person unaffected by Semi’s wrath was the great volleyball idiot himself. But it was generally understood that he never really knew the implications of his actions.
Since then, there was no real progression in your public and private relationship with Semi. You hit every milestone with stride: prolonged hugs, kisses on the cheek, and even a sleepover when your roommate was away with her boyfriend. You were happy with how things were now and you feared if you talked about it, it would end. With no real reason to address the subject, the two of you continued with your relationship. He was there when you were sad and you surely did the same for him.
The second-year of high-school was your turning point. Your first-year friendship could be described as average, simply two members of the same game. Classmates and admirers of volleyball, you were cordial for ordinary reasons. After your injury, it was hard to personally connect with anyone.
But Semi could do what the others could not. Your second-year came with the introduction of Kenjirō Shirabu. He was a salty little douche and before the Spring High Tournament he was the official setter for the men’s volleyball team. The teammates that Semi had fostered and grown with since middle school were suddenly dragged away from him. And there was nothing he could do. His best was suddenly not good enough and he fell short to a first-year.
You connected on a level that the others could not understand. Being cut from a team was like being abandoned, but it was no one’s fault but your own. And that fact hurt more than anything. Try as you might, there was nothing either of you could really do to regain your prominence.
You found comfort in one another and it was highly noted by the other team members.
“What’s with the face?” Semi asked, noting your saddened facial expressions.
You paused and then sat-up, “We’re graduating this year.”
“Just because we’re leaving this school, doesn’t mean we’ll stop being friends.” Semi comforted. Friends… That word would continue to haunt you. You were friends, incredibly close with few secrets between the two of you. Your relationship was once in a lifetime and soon there would be more than emotional barriers separating you two.
It was not until the autumn formal that you recognized first-hand the complications of desire.
Someone asked Semi to the formal. And it had not been you. But he still said yes.
You heard this secondhand from Reon, a week after the girl had initially asked. Did he hesitate? Did he even think of you? Did he… have feelings for the girl?
She was someone unrecognizable from Ushijima’s class and you had spotted her after having lunch with just the ace. Social Media was a big thing and of course Shiratorizawa Academy had a team-spirit page that highlighted all sorts of shit. And of course, there were the posts about who was going with who to the formal. ((promposals cough))
You were unsure if you had ever seen her before. But after noticing her, you seemed to see her everywhere. She was beautiful in every way you were not – incredibly feminine and keeping up with her appearance. Flowing blonde hair that went past her elbows and she seemed to always sport a dress. Semi was not distant in any way and it seemed like he was never going to bring it up with you unless you took the initiative.
You asked once or twice about the girl and he waved off that she was very pretty and very determined. She seemed to exceedingly fancy him and would not take no for an answer. And he had no real reason to say no. No real reason. Your heart ached at his simple words. If you were no “real reason,” then you sure were not going to continue this way.
There was a month until the formal and that meant an entire month with having this loom over your head. Semi never indicated he wanted more than friendship and it seemed that was not enough for him. So you pulled away. This was hard since you sat together, but it was definitely different than usual.
You would brush off his invitations to hang-out, which was increasingly hard since you literally spent every waking day together. It hurt you, but it was a good wake-up call. If he did not think more of you, then it was about time you lessened this heavy dependence you had on him. It was an eventual problem that he would find a significant other, but now it was finally before you. You were no masochist and distanced yourself from the constant sorrow. On one occasion, you replied, “Why don’t you hang-out with your date instead?” It was petty and low, but true. You were being replaced. Why would he hang-out with you if he’s got another female on his line?
You addressed this with Reon, but he defended Semi saying that the two were only friends. Semi agreed on a whim, with no real intention of dating the girl or progressing as far as he had with you. But you denied this and stopped talking about it with the two altogether.
You were gleaning out the window, ignoring your lunch and sitting with the guess monster and his ace. “Stop frowning, (F/N)-chan. If it bothers you that much just talk to him.”
“Why should I even bother? He already made up his mind.” You pushed your already minute lunch away.
“Wow, giving up already?” Tendou mocked.
“It’s been three years. If he wanted to do something he would have.”
“You’re wrong, (F/N)-chan.” Salami countered, “Semi has already done something. He told me off, that’s for sure.”
“That was so long ago.”
“What have you done?” Ushijima interjected.
“I’ve never accepted any other man’s affection - not dates, chocolates, late-night talks.” You outwardly groaned and nearly slammed your head on the desk, “I’m about to graduate high-school and I’ve never been kissed.”
Even Tendou laughed at this fact, “Wow, (F/N)! I’d be willing to volunteer.”
You lifted your head to glare at him, “That is unnecessary.” Ushijima stated. “You have proven a great loyalty, it seems.”
“Great.” You mocked, voice dripping with sarcasm, “And this worked out so well for me.”
“It is a rare quality, one that I surely admire you for having.” You sat-up completely, back straight from surprise and eyes glued to the auburn-haired ace that continued eating like his words meant nothing. Even Tendou paused from his causal demeanor to narrow his eyes at Ushijima.
A grin reappeared on his face, one that surely spelt trouble, and he proposed, “Why don’t you two go to the formal together?”
You both paused and shared momentary eye-contact. His eyes appeared mostly impassive, but you had spent enough time with him to notice his questioning gaze. His left eyebrow was slightly upturned and you tilted your head in question.
“I cannot see an immediate reason not to.”
“Me neither."
“Then it’s settled!” Tendou got up to stand by the middle of the table, flippantly placing his hands on both of your shoulders, “Let’s send a post to the Shiratorizawa page so it’s official. Ah so cute, Waka and (F/N) at the dance together!”
Ushijima commented that was extremely superfluous, why should anyone care/know? You reasoned the same way, but Tendou claimed that it was not official until it was on the social media page. You both shrugged and prepared to pose for a picture over lunch.
“No, no. This looks totally lame.” He ended up dragging the both of you outside, in the middle of the quad during common hour. Tons of students were walking by and watched as Tendou modeled the two of you.
He settled on putting Ushijima’s hand on your waist and angled your front facing the ace. Your head was turned back towards the camera and you had a hand on his chest. This position was entirely intimate and even the dense Ushijima commented this, but Tendou waved it off. You wondered what crazy things Tendou could get his roommate to do.
Tendou was having a blast, taking multiple pictures from different angles on his phone. You wondered: how good could it possibly look? You were sporting your Shiratorizawa uniform and Ushijima was in his usual track-suit. You could hear the whispering and it seemed that posting the picture would be redundant, almost everyone saw the two of you posing like this!
The three of you returned back to your lunch table and upon sitting down, you received a brand new notification.
[Instabook] Slide to unlock and see new tagged post
Looks like the two most elusive volleyball bachelor/ette’s have snagged each other! Be sure to check-out this cute couple at the fall formal! Tagged: Ushijima Wakatoshi and (F/N)(L/N)
Attached: 1.jpg, 2.jpg, 3.jpg, 4.jpg
“Was it really necessary to send in all those pictures, Tendou?” You asked.
“They tell us to send multiple and they’ll pick the best one! Whoever the account owner is, they are the ones who decided on showing all of those!”
“But four?”
“I sent in ten. And four is the max they can post, so they must really like you guys.” Tendou teased. Almost instantly, you were getting more and more notifications.
People you had never met before were liking the post and it was embarrassing at how much attention this was garnering! You weren’t even dating! Your phone was constantly vibrating from Instabook and you muted the app entirely – you’d return to it later at the end of the day. Sadly, the volleyball team was quick to react too.
GC: Caw Caw SHIRATORIZAWA ୧༼✿ ͡◕ д ◕͡ ༽୨
14:57 From: Captain-Sama!
um wtf is this
Attached: THEpost.jpg, receipts.jpg, wtf.jpg
14:57 From: Not-my-libero-Yamagata ( ´ ▽ ` )
Not the otp but I still ship it
14:57 From: Coconut-head
Senpai’s gf is so cute (๑꒪▿꒪)*
14:57 From: the most tender Salami
You can thank me
14:57 From: Captain-Sama!
y tf would I do that
14:57 From: the most tender Salami
I got the ship sailing
14:57 From: the most tender Salami
And got usiwaka to ask (f/n)-chan
14:58 From: Kawanishi ✩꒳✩
And u stil cant get urself a date??
14:58 From: the most tender Salami
I’m going to ignore that and show off this CUTE COUPLE
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Tendou was showcasing photos he literally took then and there, of you and Ushijima conversing over lunch. It could be viewed entirely as innocent, but after the previous posts it seemed to imply something. Tendou noticed that Semi had seen the chat already, but had yet to respond.
14:58 From: Captain-sama!
Are they dating???????????????
14:59 From: the most tender Salami
Nah, but theyre too busy to respond to the chat ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
14:59 From: Kawanishi ✩꒳✩
OH SHIT
14:59 From: Not-my-libero-Yamagata ( ´ ▽ ` )
WE’RE NOT OLD ENOUGH ( ಠ - ಠ )
15:00 From: Captain-Sama!
I WANT PICS
Reon and Semi were discussing the subject in the comfort of their private dorm. It was clear to the tan boy that you were bothered by Semi agreeing to go to the formal and not even telling you! It was only now that Semi was understanding this and he looked to his roommate for guidance.
“I already told that girl I’ll go with her…” Semi was attempting to sort his thoughts, “But I don’t want to hurt (F/N).”
“You don’t have to worry about that,” Reon interjected, “You already did that.”
Semi burrowed his head into his hands, “Does (F/N) think I’m replacing her? She means so much to me, that’s absurd.”
“You didn’t exactly tell her that you were going to formal with someone else.” Reon explained, “How would you feel if your closest friend was going to an intimate dance with a date that you never met before?” Semi massaged his temples further, feeling the oncoming migraine that usually came associated with a certain second-year setter.
His thoughts were unclear and the constant vibrating of both their phones were not helping his mental state, “What is happening?”
Reon browsed through his phone first and frowned, “Well. It seems a certain someone’s affection never fully disappeared from last year.”
Semi narrowed his eyes and picked up his phone to see your face splayed across the screen. A smile graced your face and it was clear who was the cause behind it. Ushijima’s smile was rare and came at random moments, but it was encased in memory through the photograph. He almost screamed.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Semi threw his phone on the bed before collapsing face first into it.
“On the chat, it seems Tendou was the one who pushed them together.” Semi punched his pillow at the mention of the brash Salami. “And they’re not dating, just going to the dance together.”
Semi let out a string of incomprehensible words into his comforter. “This is Ushiwaka. He’s not like Tendou, with the endless list of crushes. He’s genuine all the time and complimented (F/N) without hesitation. As in, I’m fucked.”
Reon was inwardly rolling his eyes, it was only when Semi was entirely comfortable with the other person or very enraged that he let loose his short-tempered side. And it seemed Semi was both, right at this moment.
You broke off from Tendou and Ushijima to retreat back to your dorm room. Ushijima agreed to have dinner with you later, in hopes of coordinating your outfit for the formal. It seemed the post of the two of you was the most popular on the entire page and you would have to dress to impress the audience.
Upon entering, you were ambushed with questions from both your roommate, Reon, and strangely Shirabu.
“(F/N), what the fuck.”
“You better not hinder his abilities as ace!”
“Did you just come from lunch with him?”
You blinked at the assault and then sat-down. “One, we’re not dating. So I will not be a distraction for him, I assure you. This is mostly Tendou’s doing anyway.”
Shirabu nodded at the explanation and then walked towards the door, stopping to put a hand on your shoulder first, “Good enough. Have a good time then.” And with that he walked out of the room. Shirabu was a special type of kid, everyone knew. At least he had the best intentions at heart?
“Seriously?” Your roommate and captain of the female volleyball team asked, showing off her impeccable vernacular.
“Come on.” You threw your bag to the side of your bed.
“How did this even start?” She sat down on her own bed as Reon rested on your desk chair.
“I was talking about y’know, what’s been bothering me recently. And Tendou suggested that there was no real reason to stop Ushijima and me from going to the formal together.”
“And what? Ushijima just asked on the spot after that?” She asked.
“Yeah, pretty much. And then Tendou made a big spectacle of it by making us pose for a picture.”
“A top three ace in the entire country and 190 centimeter of pure man, and you are the one to have tamed him. Holy shit, good job.” She commended.
Your eyes nearly fell out of your head and Reon could not stop his sudden coughing fit. “We are not dating.”
“Just the pure fact that Ushijima had no reason to not ask you, wow.” She commented. “If it was any other girl he would have scroll of reasons that would hit the floor with a speech to go along with it.”
“There’s no way.” You countered.
“Do you honestly think there are no implications?” Reon asked.
“Yeah, if anything he’s doing it as a favor.” You answered offhandedly, realizing your mistake instantly. It was natural to speak candidly to the two. However, it was clear that Reon would die defending Semi and thus you stopped speaking to him previously about the situation.
“A favor?” He asked, just as you had thought.
You hesitated. It was not in you to lie and it was only a matter of time before Tendou gave further details to the rest about the situation. “We were talking about Eita-kun before he asked me.”
“What about Eita?”
“Just how really messed up this situation is.” You decided on being vague.
Reon did not take the hint and continued to push the subject, “Why is it messed up?”
“You know why,” You gave him that look, like really bro, “I guess that’s what I get for assuming.
“What did you assume?” Your roommate asked, this time.
“I stayed loyal to him and I never gave into anyone. Never accepted chocolates or dates or anything. And I just assumed he would do the same?” Reon sat back in the chair, obviously mauling over your words.
“Well that is mostly true, with the exception of one person.” Both you and your roommate shot him questioning looks, unsure where he heard that from. “Isn’t it true you did extra practice with Wakatoshi for a whole month?”
“I don’t think volleyball counts as accepting affection.” Your roommate countered.
“Do you see who we are talking about?” Reon explained, “Our beloved ace lives and breathes volleyball. And he shared a good amount of that time alone with you. If you wanted to practice so badly, why not with Eita? He was the official setter.”
“Because Ushijima asked me personally.”
“And you accepted. You voluntarily spent an extended amount of time with him, engaging in the sport he loves and you didn’t think anything of it?”
“Of course not! I would have accepted practice from anyone else on the team.”
“I think that’s where you do not understand.” Reon paused, attempting to fully devlop his next few words before conveying them to the two of you. “You’re treating this extremely casually. But these are all boys who had no problems with showering you with compliments last year. Take a step back and really think about the situation.”
Your roommate interjected, “Okay, hold on. So Tendou and the boys tried to carelessly compliment (F/N) and after that she accepted one of those boy’s request to spend time with him.”
“We are not talking about some irresponsible boy. This is Wakatoshi, the most serious and straight-forward idiot to exist.”
You were sat on the bed, hands currently encasing your head in obvious stress and over-thinking. “But that’s not how I saw it! Ohmyfuckinggod.”
“I suggest you amend the situation, (F/N)-chan.” Reon advised, “I left him alone in the dorm, please talk to him.”
But you were already out the door. You had a growing list of reasons why you were an idiot and this misunderstanding definitely topped the list. You had to tell Eita that Ushijima would never hold a place in your heart like he did. It was impossible for Ushijima to have feelings for you, that was definite. Ever since your unofficial parting from Eita, you had spending more time with the ace. However, you would often be expressing your sadness about Semi and he knew entirely about your feelings. Wakatoshi was a bro.
And it was important that Semi knew that.
You tapped on his door, rapid and loud enough that you were sure other people in the hall heard it. There was a light shuffling inside and it seemed like there were multiple voices.
Semi opened a slight crack of the door with narrowed eyes, but when they landed on you they widened with obvious shock. “(F/N), what are you doing here?”
“I think there’s been a misunderstanding. I was talking with Reon and I think I need to say something before I regret it. Can I come inside?” Semi scratched the back of his ear in thought and did not move to allow you in.
“Who’s at the door, Eita-kun?” And right before your eyes was the blonde date he agreed to go to the formal with.
Semi could literally see and feel your heartbreak. When your eyes traveled from her smiley disposition to him, he saw the narrowing – the pure anguish written across your face. It was something he never wanted to see ever again. The poor boy would do anything for you and it physically pained him that the cause of your sorrow was from him.
You swallowed your pride and yelled out, “I’m sorry for interrupting!” You ran down the hall, not caring that the door to Tendou and Waka’s room opened as you sprinted past it.
“Did you hurt her?” Wakatoshi asked a stunned Semi, who was standing in the middle of the hallway with a hand outstretched.
“I hate my fucking life.” Semi slapped a palm to his forehead. He had something to do first before he addressed you. He slammed the door behind him quickly, so neither volleyball players could throw questions at him.
“What was that?” The blonde girl asked, still standing and silently waiting for Semi. He had called her here a few minutes ago, saying that they needed to talk.
“We can’t go to the formal together.” Semi stated. “I’m really sorry if I’ve led you on.”
“Is it because of (L/N)-san?” She asked, smile still evident on her face. He nodded lightly. “You two honestly suit each other. Even I was surprised when you said yes to me.” She moved to the floor to grab her bag and leave, “May I ask, why did you agree to go with me?”
“I don’t know.” He sat on his bed and wanted to scream, it was rare for him to be so confused.
“You better get your shit together, Eita-kun.” She gave a small laugh and then exited the dorm.
There was no way that you were returning back to your dorm. You knew that your roommate and Reon would still be there and expecting details. You should have known! If you kept distancing yourself from Semi, it was only a matter of time that he found comfort in another person’s arms. You deserved this, really. You had been so petty and jealous without actually affirming your feelings to him.
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17:32 From: the most tender Salami
What was THAT?!
17:29 From: Ushiwaka-sama!
Where are you???
The only place that you knew would be free of any volleyball idiots would be the on-campus café outside of the nursing building. It only accepted money and not swipes from the meal-plan, which in itself was a turn-off from most of the volleyball teams. It was on the complete opposite side of campus from the gyms and you were sure that none of the people you knew were enrolled in medical-specific programs. Of course, everyone except from her.
It had been a full hour of dodged texts and missed calls when she neared your table. “Hi. You probably don’t want to talk to me of all people.” The blonde started, but still made a motion as if asking if she could take the empty seat across from you.
“You can have the seat. I was on my way out.” You grabbed your various things from the table, readying to leave.
“Wait, please just listen.” You paused in your movements and nodded, “Semi called me to his room to call off our date for the formal. He never meant to upset you and I’m sure he’s looking for you as we speak. Please give him a chance.”
“You don’t have to do this.” You interjected, “He said yes to you and I don’t want to take him away from you just because I am the one who is upset. You asked and he accepted your affection, something we never did. We’ve only ever been friends. With Semi, all I want for him is to be happy. He deserves all the happiness in the world, even if it’s not with me.”
Your eyes were wandering around during your speech, jumping from behind the blonde and your surroundings but never focusing on her. When you gazed back at her, she was holding a hand to her nose and lightly sniffling.
“You two deserve to be together!” She shouted, “Oh god I am so sorry for getting between you guys.”
Behind you, Semi was scouring the café in an attempt to find you. He spent too damn long thinking and not acting, it was finally time that he made his feelings known. Grabbing his phone on the way out, he called Tendou and Waka and neither boys knew where you were. A quick text to Reon and your roommate and they both asked why you were not with him. Semi sighed and continued in his search. Finally, he received a text from the blonde that she found you moping around here.
Semi could spot you in a crowd of rowdy volleyball players within seconds. He found your luscious locks of hair across the very person he left. Damn, he really owed that girl. She took rejection like pro and even took it a step further to keep you here until he arrived.
“Please, you have nothing to be sorry about.” You responded.
A pair of large hands slid to lightly weigh on your shoulders, “Can I interrupt?”
“Please do.” The blonde replied and quickly gathered her belongings. “I wish you two the best.”
Semi quickly took her seat and reached across the table to hold your hands in his. “You said you wanted to clear misunderstandings before you ran off. I need to do the same.”
His grip tightened and you squeezed back. “Let me start, since I owe you an explanation.” He nodded. “Eita-kun, you’re the only man I’ve ever had eyes for. Even if I spend time with Waka-kun or Salami, they’ve never meant more to me than just friends. You’ve always held the most special and largest piece of my heart.”
Semi smiled and moved his chair closer to yours. “I want you to know that I feel the same way. It’s rather small of me, but after you spent so much time with Wakatoshi… I wanted to test if you felt the same heartbreak I felt when I saw the two of you together. I realize now how spiteful that was of me, to the very girl I had feelings for.”
You placed a gentle hand on the side of his face, rubbing rather affectionately and he seemed to lean into it. “Looks like we’re a pair of idiots.”
“But now you’re my exclusive idiot.” He staked his claim and you wondered how his seat suddenly was right next to yours!
Semi nuzzled your nose with his own, smile enrapturing you for the oomph time. You closed your eyes and leaned forward, bumping noses until you felt the gentle touch of his lips against yours. You were entirely receptive, even moving further into his body to get the full scape of his silky lips. The tips of his hair were tickling the sides of your face. And you would kill to feel this sensation for the rest of your life.
His hands lost themselves in your hair, preoccupied with keeping a steady hold on the back of your head. You returned the embrace and he took that as an invitation to glide his lips against yours, silently asking for entrance. You moaned in answer and opened up slowly, but he took it entirely in stride – not skipping a beat.
It was only when a flash went off that the two of you broke apart, gasping for air.
“Holy shit!” Tendou yelled, Wakatoshi clapping not too far behind him. You flushed with embarrassment. God you moaned in public! “This one is for the page.”
You were about to interject when Semi stated, “Finally. Maybe now you bastards will get the message.”
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Semi led you back to his empty dorm, your roommate and Reon were bro’s and willingly offered to have a sleepover to give you two alone time. You were currently encased between his arms, legs tangled and speaking in low voices. He had you nestled beneath his chin, but most of your weight laid across his chest. Semi did not want this moment to end. He waited three years for this, it was a moment of love in the making. You laughed lightly in his arms, not a care in the world keeping you from him. You were both on cloud nine, basking in each other's presence. You never took Semi as a closet cuddle-whore, but you were not complaining. His arms encased you perfectly and you could not hold back from placing butterfly kisses across his chest.
You loved him, it was only a matter of time that you found out.
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➳ A/N: This fic may seem familiar because it’s being brought up over from our earlier Deviantart account! <3
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the way you move is like a full-on rainstorm (and i’m a house of cards)
outer banks • jiara • post-season two • fluff with a sprinkle of angst
In the beginning, the idea of a deserted island to themselves sounds like a paradise.
No parents, no rules, no murders — just each other and a fierce determination to get back what's theirs.
In theory, that was great, but it doesn't take long before a sinking feeling settles in the pit of Kiara's stomach. She thinks about the similar feeling of despair her parents must be feeling at her disappearance and it's paralyzing. She isn't sure if the others notice her change in behaviour — Kiara thinks they're just happy to be alive, after so many close calls.
Kiara doesn't understand how the gravity of what they've faced doesn't hit them now that they're alone and stranded.
Don't get her wrong, Kiara is always down for anything, especially if it's for her friends. Her loyalty knows no bounds, and she doesn't regret a single moment, but now that she has the time to reflect, she isn't sure how to process it.
They almost died.
JJ almost died.
She understands they're just happy to have made it out alive, but Kiara can't forget the fact that they almost didn't.
Sometimes when she sleeps at night, it isn't the chilly breeze or the uncomfortable sand that keeps her awake. It's the fact that every time she closes her eyes, she feels like she's underwater again, being dragged under by the dead weight of her best friend. She can't un-see it, she can't forget about it, and it's making it incredibly difficult for her to move on.
Kiara quickly realizes the water doesn't just affect her when she closes her eyes. Every time she moves to enjoy the benefits of an ocean six feet away, her legs stop moving as soon as her toes merely dip into the water. She hasn't been able to have a proper swim and it doesn't take her long to figure it out; so, she just stays away from the ocean, unless it is to cleanse her skin. Even then, she can't go too far.
The fact that JJ acts like he didn't nearly have a brush with death doesn't help her anxiety.
He acts like his normal carefree and reckless self, and don't get Kiara wrong, it's one of the things she adores about him. But she can't look at him the same anymore. His head wound was serious and they had no medical supplies to treat it. Sometimes Kiara watches him carefully, watches his movements because sometimes, she catches the way he wavers when he stands and needs to blink multiple times to even take a step forward. But then he's running with the boys, eagerly tackling each other and Kiara cringes every time his head connects with various hard surfaces.
It's painful to watch, and the fear that something serious is wrong but they have no way of knowing is sometimes too much for Kiara. That, piled with her nightmares and her conflicted feelings about her parents, is enough to dissipative any joy she might feel about a deserted island with her best friends.
It's only been a few days since they've arrived onto the island, and Kiara isn't sure her friends have caught onto her standoffish behaviour. It should hurt a bit, but Kiara can't bring herself to care.
When they decide to hop into the ocean for a late-afternoon swim, Kiara mumbles an excuse and hangs back, watching them from afar. She's sat against a tree, her knees pulled up to her chest as she watches. The jealousy hits her square in the chest and she's slightly angry her body doesn't allow her to join in on the fun. She doesn't know how to get over her new fear of water; the images of JJ's bloodied blonde hair against her skin, trying to stay afloat, haven't disappeared from her mind, and she's beginning to fear they never will.
Kiara is so deeply stuck in her thoughts that she doesn't even notice JJ stepping out of the ocean and approaching her.
When he sits down next to her, he's soaking wet, but the hot sun is quickly drying out the droplets scattered along his bare chest. He reaches for a split coconut and offers it to Kiara; she shakes her head so he takes a small sip.
"So," JJ starts, clearing his throat. "Are you going to tell me what's up?"
Kiara doesn't take JJ for the most perceptive out of their group, but he always seems to surprise her. Perhaps just how she's been keeping an eye on him since they arrived on this island, he was doing the same with her.
"Silence isn't a good look on you, Kie," he says, and Kiara realizes she failed to reply to his question. He's not wrong either. Kiara isn't exactly known for being quiet — rather, she's known for her passionate rants about the environment, turtles and the abhorrence of single use plastic. She hasn't been feeling any of that lately; she hasn't been feeling herself at all lately. "I'm not blind, you know. I can see something's up."
Kiara shrugs, because she truly doesn't feel like talking, and she can feel JJ's eyes burning a hole into the side of her face. How does she explain to her best friend that every time she looks at him, she pictures his unconscious, bruised and bleeding body?
"Kie," JJ sighs, quieter this time. "I'm starting to get worried."
The softness and sincerity in his voice causes her to look over, and she almost wishes she hadn't. His eyes are the brightest blue with the sun shining down on them, his hair messy and pulled back and a slight frown etched on his pink lips, that he bites anxiously.
"I'm just starting to miss home," Kiara replies, and it isn't a lie, per say, but it isn't the entire truth either.
JJ seems a little relieved he's managed to get something out of her, but his eyes stare at her as if he's expecting her to say more. "Okay, and what else?" Kiara's head swivels around to look at him questioningly. "Kie," he starts exasperatedly, "You've barely stepped into the ocean since we've gotten here and you've been so closed off. Seriously, what's going on with you?"
Her jaw locks and her eyes harden for a reason she can't determine. This is what she wanted, for someone to notice, to care about what the hell was going on with her. But her throat is burning, and she's selfish because all she wants to do is scream at him — scream at him because she's like this because of him.
Deep down she knows she doesn't regret jumping overboard to save him for even a second. She doesn't. But she resents him for putting her in that position in the first place, for jumping to her defence and getting hurt, for being the bravest friend she'd ever had. It's starting to make her brain hurt; she plans to avoid this conversation at all costs.
"I already told you," Kiara mumbles, standing up and dusting the sand off the back of her shorts. She ignores the pleading look in JJ's eyes. "I miss home, that's all."
Kiara turns to walk further into the trees, farther from where her best friends are screaming in utter happiness with each other. She nearly expects JJ to give up and go back into the ocean, allowing her some time for herself. But when she turns to look at him approaching with heavy footsteps, his expression is tight, angry even, and his jaw is clenched as he stares at her.
"Kiara, I'm not playing this game with you," JJ rumbles, and Kiara knows he means it by the use of her full name. "And I'm not leaving here until you tell me what the hell is wrong with you."
Kiara's fists clench at her sides and JJ's eyes drop to them. "You want to know what's wrong with me, JJ?" She spits, feeling the fire spread through her veins and into her brown eyes. She steps to him and continues, "Why don't we talk about you instead, huh?"
"What?" JJ responds, clearly confused. "Kie—"
"No, JJ! Let's talk about you!" Kiara snaps, continuing to step into his space. JJ doesn't step back, and his expression only darkens. "Let's talk about how you're pretending you're fine, but you're clearly fucking not! I see you, JJ! I see you when you stand up too fast and it takes you a full minute to get your shit together. You're obviously hurt but you act like it's nothing! What if you hit your head again? What then? We don't have a doctor — we can't save you again, JJ!"
JJ's expression is calculating, trying to gauge what this actually has to do with Kiara's new behaviour. He spots her trembling bottom lip when she says they can't save him again. He knows she means herself, because she's the one who saved him, no one else.
"Kie, I'm fine. Sure, it's a little sore, but I'm not going to stop living my life because of a little injury. I've had worse, Kie, and you know it."
Kiara nearly growls in response.
"Seriously, Kie, what the hell is the matter with you?"
Kiara can only take so much. She snaps.
"I can't fucking sleep!" Kiara shouts, voice cracking, but she powers through. "I can't sleep because every time I close my eyes, I'm back in the ocean, holding both of our bodies above water so we don't fucking drown! I can't go in the ocean because we nearly died and then you almost died in my arms and how am I supposed to just get over that, JJ?"
JJ's eyes are wide as she explodes.
"Kie—"
"I'm terrified you're only one hit away from just never waking up again and I can't have that, JJ — I can't."
Kiara is standing right in front of him at this point, eyes wide and filled with unshed tears. It feels good to just yell, to get her frustrations out, even if she's yelling at JJ. His expression is blank, save for the pity in his blue eyes.
She blinks and a tear escapes. His face betrays him and his lips curl in a frown before he's wrapping his arms tight around Kiara's waist and pressing her to his chest. Her arms get crushed in his embrace but the comfort is all she needs to let it all out. She cries, loudly and embarrassingly but she can't bring herself to care. The past few days have been building and building up inside of her and it was only a matter of time before she cracked. She isn't sure how she's going to get rid of the nightmares, or get over her newfound fear of the ocean, but standing there in JJ's arms, she doesn't care.
"Kie," JJ murmurs against the curls near the crown of her head. "You were a fucking rockstar out there and you saved my life. I can never thank you. But don't you ever think you can't come to me for shit like this. I might not be the best person for it, but Kie, I promise I'll do my fucking best to help you through it."
Kiara pulls away from his chest, but JJ doesn't remove his arms. "J, I don't know what to do," she whimpers, "I can't fucking sleep."
"Fuck, I really wish we had weed here."
Kiara laughs, wiping her tears with the back of her hand. JJ's smile is pained; he always hated seeing Kiara in pain. And if tears are involved? Even less.
"Listen, if you can't sleep, I'll stay up with you. We'll talk until you're tired — or maybe having me right there beside you, alive and shit, you can tell your nightmares to fuck off because JJ Maybank is alive and kicking, baby."
Kiara laughs again, enjoying the hopeful glint in his blue eyes as he rambles. She responds with wrapping her arms around his middle and pressing the side of her face to his chest. She can hear and feel his heart beating and it brings her a sense of calmness.
"Kie, I'm so sorry," he mumbles quietly, "This is all my fault."
"I don't regret a single second," Kiara replies fiercely. She pulls back to drill it into him with her eyes, because she knows JJ and his self-blaming tendencies all too well. "I love you JJ and I would do it all over again. If I have to deal with nightmares just to have you here with me, then bring on the fucking nightmares."
Now it's JJ's turn to cough out a laugh, though it doesn't reach his eyes. It kills him to know that Kiara is suffering through all this pain and hurt — pain and hurt she's only dealing with because she saved his life.
"I love you too, Kie. And I promise I'm going to help you through this, okay? You're not alone."
Kiara's eyes search his face, ultimately landing on the side of his head that's still a tad bit sore from the hit he'd received less than a week ago. Her fingers reach up to caress it carefully and he schools his facial features to not let her know how sensitive that area of his skull is. He knows what she's thinking before she even says anything, and he sighs. "Just be careful, JJ," she says, surprising him with her words. "I don't want to lose you. I can't."
"You won't," he promises, and even though they both know it's a promise he can't keep, the conviction with which he says it nearly convinces her.
For a moment, it's just the two of them. JJ and Kiara. Best friends with endless possibilities.
Kiara thinks about it for only a second. She can kiss him right now, and he would probably welcome it. But she doesn't want to treat him like that; he means too much. Her hand slides down his bare arm instead, clutching his hand.
"No more shutting me out, okay?" JJ orders, though it lacks any authority. It's more of a pleading ask, than anything else. "Because JJ Maybank hates to be ignored and I tolerated it once, but I won't do it again, Kie."
Kiara's lips crack into a smile and it's like JJ can finally breathe easy once again. "Why do you keep talking about yourself in the third person? It's weird."
"Because it's effective."
"It's lame is what it is."
And suddenly they're back to their normal, bickering selves and JJ is wrapping a comforting arm around Kiara's shoulders as she nudges in close. He quietly promises to help her through her sleeping issues and her newfound water phobia as best he knows how. Both issues have to do with him nearly dying, and he hopes the fact that he is very much alive will help in overcoming them.
They start off slowly, JJ easing Kiara into the ocean as she clutches his hand for dear life. He makes joke after joke to make it easier. Sometimes it works and she forgets, sometimes it doesn't and she has to rush back to land. It's a process, but JJ has endless patience when it comes to Kiara and he's willing to do whatever it takes.
At night, they curl into each other, JJ's arms tucked around Kiara, while she tangles her legs with his. They talk until JJ accidentally dozes off, but it's alright, because Kiara lays her head against his chest and focuses on his heartbeat. That's how she falls asleep. She doesn't expect her nightmares about him to disappear just like that, and they don't, but with JJ's steady heartbeat underneath her, she's able to push past and get some actual sleep. In the morning, JJ apologizes profusely, but all Kiara can do is smile, as she's gotten some decent sleep for the first time since they arrived.
JJ becomes like her lifeline. It's the only way she'll survive the island.
Her parents are gone, and the pain is still fresh. She still worries about them and what they're feeling, but all she can do is think forward, on how she'll eventually make this up to them.
Her worries about JJ and his head wound don't subside either, but to her surprise, he's unbelievably more cautious as he horses around. He attempts to avoid situations where he might hit his head, and periodically asks Pope to check it out and make sure it's looking alright. Pope's knowledge is limited, especially since his fascination is with cadavers, but it's the reassurance it brings that counts. JJ also knows Kiara appreciates his cautiousness, and he'll do anything to see her smile softly at him, pride in her beautiful brown eyes.
Kiara isn't exactly surprised when she realizes she has feelings for JJ, but she is frustrated as hell. What she pulled with Pope earlier in the year wasn't cool and she'll never forgive herself for it. The realization makes her shove her feelings down, far away. She can't mess up another one of the most important relationships in her life.
Even when she gets the vibes that maybe JJ feels the same way, she still shoves her feelings down.
She notices it in the little things, such as staying back with her when their friends dive into the ocean, sitting beside her at the camp fire and throwing a comforting arm around her shoulders, pressing his face into his neck in his sleep, consistently reminding her how important she is to him.
It's starting to eat her up inside, and she hardly notices when she begins to pull away from JJ for both their sakes.
JJ notices, and he isn't fucking happy about it.
"Kie, I thought we talked about this," he says in a stressed voice, his fingers pinching the skin between his eyebrows. He had spotted her trek out into the woods for more firewood, and the urge to follow was just too strong. He's a weak man when it comes to Kiara.
Kiara startles, not having heard anyone follow her. She throws him a dirty look. "What are you talking about now, JJ?"
"You're doing it again!" JJ sputters, hands flailing as if that would drive his point home. "Pushing me away. I thought we agreed you wouldn't do that anymore."
"I'm not," Kiara replies automatically and JJ raises an eyebrow. "I'm not!"
JJ rolls his eyes, huffing out a scoff. "Oh, cut the bullshit, Kie. I told you I wasn't going to do this again with you, and I meant it."
Kiara visibly hesitates.
Does she want to spill her guts and tell JJ she's potentially falling for him? Absolutely not. But is he giving her much of a choice?
"Listen JJ, this isn't about you at all. I'm just — I don't want to hurt you or mess anything up, okay? Just — please, don't ask questions."
Kiara absolutely butchers her explanation and she can tell by the unbelievably confused expression JJ wears.
"Kie, what the fuck are you talking about?"
She sighs, deciding maybe the best option is just to completely disappear from this conversation. JJ disagrees and he blocks her exit. "JJ, I'm begging you. Please."
"What the hell?" JJ asks, holding his arm out in front of her waist so she doesn't walk away from him. "Kiara, I swear to God—"
"What do you want me to tell you?" Kiara snaps, wild eyes darting to his confused blue ones. "That I'm staying away from you because I think I might love you and it took you nearly dying in my arms for me to figure it out? Or that I'm avoiding you because I seem to fuck up every important relationship in my life and I don't want to ruin you? Or ruin us—"
JJ interrupts, face completely blank as he says, "Shut the fuck up, Kie."
Kiara startles, shocked at his words, even though he doesn't say them angrily. She's bearing her soul to him and this is what she receives in return? She has half a mind to punch him in the throat, but then he continues.
"I've literally been in love with you since the fifth grade." That is definitely not what Kiara expects him to say. "Do you think I give a fuck if you think you're going to ruin me? Because I can assure you right now that you won't. You're one of the best fucking things to come out of my shitty life, and I don't want you to ever think you can ruin us, because you can't."
Kiara's gone speechless. For once in her goddamn life, she's absolutely speechless, and it's at the cost of her reckless, gorgeous, best friend who is currently staring at her as if she just offered him the fucking moon.
"Fifth grade?" Kiara croaks, her lips splitting into a bright smile.
JJ matches her smile, a slight blush creeping up his neck as he momentarily dodges her eyes. "Give or take. You were real annoying in fifth grade, Kie. Take this as a massive compliment."
"Oh, I do," Kiara laughs as her arms wind around his neck. She grabs onto his chin, dragging his gaze to focus back on her. His blue eyes are wide as they drop down to her lips.
Before either of them can make a move, Kiara says quietly, "Eighth grade."
"What?" JJ sputters in confusion.
"Eighth grade is when I momentarily saw you more than just JJ, my dumbass friend," Kiara explains, rolling her eyes at the smirk that graces his lips. "Momentarily!"
JJ chuckles, tongue darting out to wet his lips. Kiara's eyes track the movement. "I'll take it."
After another moment with no movement, Kiara huffs, tugging him closer. "Am I going to have to ignore you again for you to fucking kiss me or what are we doing here?"
"Pushy," JJ quips, nearly laughing at Kiara's murderous expression. "I always knew you wanted me."
"You know what? I've gone seventeen years without it, I can go seventeen more."
JJ's grin drops immediately when Kiara starts to pull away, so he tugs her closer and feverishly presses his lips to hers. He immediately slows down, wanting to savour this long awaited moment, but Kiara isn't interested in slow. Her hands slide into his fluffy hair as she deepens the kiss with a level of desperation she isn't even aware she possesses. Kiara absentmindedly tugs on his blonde locks and JJ lets out a low groan; she takes full advantage and sneaks her tongue into his mouth. JJ only groans louder.
"Holy fuck, Kie," JJ breathes against her lips when they inevitably pull away from each other to catch a breath. "I just always assumed you were an amazing kisser but Jesus Christ, I think I need to sit down."
Kiara wants to roll her eyes, but she finds herself laughing instead. "You're an idiot."
"Your idiot, though," JJ replies, then pauses. "Right?"
The moment of insecurity in his voice is telling, especially for a man who hates to show it. He wants to be sure they're on the same page, because it'll hurt too much if they aren't.
"My idiot," Kiara confirms, latching onto his hand.
JJ pulls on their intertwined hands, before adding in a condescending tone, "See what communication can do, Kiara?"
Regardless of what Kiara wants to fire back, he's absolutely right. But she can never leave him with the satisfaction.
So, she shoots him a glare and says, "You want to see what my foot in your ass can do?"
"That's kinda kinky, babe," JJ smirks, "Don't worry, I'm all for it, though."
Kiara doesn't argue in response, or follow through on her threats of bodily harm. She stands on her tip-toes and presses a gentle kiss to JJ's unsuspecting lips. When JJ looks at her with questioning blue eyes (though he's definitely not complaining), Kiara shrugs and says, "Just because I can."
She can and she does, very willingly.
JJ doesn't mind one single bit.
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“Let her come to me.”
Cyan waves ripple aside, and Moana steps onto the wet sand. In the distance, glowing veins of bright red stand out against pitch black and smokes and sparks and cinders fill the sky.
All fire and fury and burning...like the worst of you. And the best.
The creature in the distance shrieks, drops to all fours and starts crawling across the seafloor. Mindless, furious, feral--far out of her reach. But she has to try.
Water coats her like a protective shell, flowing and rippling across her skin in a sort of dancing armor. Her hair rises and falls like ocean waves, encased in a little pocket of sea.
I have crossed the horizon to find you.
She’s come so far, sailed oceans and followed stars and felt so lonely and pained and lost she feels like she might die--but she kept on anyways. She kept on because all she wants in the world is fiery hair and eyes like the morning sky and the loudest presence she’s ever known and if she fucks this up now, she might never have that again.
And Moana would cross another horizon, if she had to. If that’s what it took to get her back.
Searing, clawlike fingers throw up wet sand. Moana keeps on.
I know your name.
“You’re Merida Dunbroch,” she says, voice cracking. “You’re the best archer I’ve ever met. You’re crude and brash and unapologetic and fearless. You’d take on the whole world if it meant you could prove yourself. You love empire biscuits and apple tarts and you’d finish a whole roast chicken yourself if no one stopped you. You snort when you laugh and you eat like you’ll never see food again. You love feeling the wind in your hair, and getting it even more tangled because your mom used to hate brushing it out afterwards. You’ll climb to the top of any rock or cliff you can, no matter how dangerous it is, just so you can take in the view and drink in the wind. You’d do anything in the world for your little brothers, but you’d never, ever tell them that. You carved my name into your bow and told me it was so...so you could always take me with you, wherever you went.”
Moana’s voice breaks.
They have stolen the heart from inside you.
She remembers the smoke coming in and clouding the island, Te Ka lunging across the waves and onto the beach. The villagers screaming, fleeing to the top of the mountain to get out of the beast’s reach. Merida, the outsider, the one who fled from a kingdom far, far away to escape a destiny she didn’t want, the one whose boat had washed up one day and forced her to integrate to an entirely new way of life, bravely standing her ground with her sword brandished. The way she swung and struck and screamed with everything she had, trying to take down a monster twenty times her size to protect a village she had only called home for a little over a year. The way she kept fighting even as Te Ka closed her hands around her and black rock began to grow on her skin.
She kept fighting until the very end, when Te Ka took her away. When Te Ka corrupted her, made her into something just like the vast, wrathful goddess.
When the lava coursed through her, it must have burned her heart away until she was left with nothing, like Te Ka.
But there had to be something still in there. Moana had to believe that.
She couldn’t come all this way to find out she was wrong.
But this does not define you.
The lava beast draws closer. Moana can see the eyes. They’re vast, golden-orange pits, impossible to read.
Impossible to see if the girl she knew was still behind them.
But she had to be. Merida Dunbroch was not one to go down with a fight. Not one to let herself be lost completely. She was the strongest person Moana had ever known.
This is not who you are.
The anger. The rage. The hatred. The pain. Moana knew they all belonged to Merida--all things Te Ka could feed off of to power her little double. Anger at being forced to be someone she wasn’t, rage at being “auctioned off” into a political marriage when she knew she could never love a man. Hatred at a world that didn’t care to understand her, that told her every time she was loud or impassioned or stubborn that it made her shameful and disgusting and worthless. The pain at being trapped and alone in a place where she was going to have to put on a facade for the rest of her life.
But there was more in her. She smiled radiantly, she laughed hard, and she loved fiercely. There wasn’t anything she wouldn’t do for people who showed her kindness and care. She loved amusing the other villagers, loved making her friends happy. She doted on Pua and HeiHei with surprising gentleness.
There was so much more in her than anger and chaos and cruelty and destruction. And that was what Moana needed her to remember.
You know who you are.
The lava creature pauses, snarling mouth hanging open, hair flowing behind in billows of smoke. Moana steps forward, willing her to remember. Needing her to remember. The playful shoves, the evening dance lessons, sipping coconut water as they watched the sun go down. Moana knew all of it still had to be inside of her somewhere.
What had once been Merida wouldn’t be pausing in attacking her if it wasn’t.
Moana steps forward, and the lava creature doesn’t move. Taking a breath, she presses their foreheads together. It burns and sears like anything, but Moana just doesn’t care. The lava creature closes her eyes, still and calm in a way Moana never thought she’d see again.
“Who you truly are,” she whispers.
She reaches up and places a water-cased hand on the hard, rocky chest, and the lava beneath sizzles and steams as it dries and hardens into black rock. A soft rumble fills the air as the rock begins to split, water snaking over it and burrowing into the cracks. Chunks begin to shear off and thump into the sand, and Moana catches sight of pale skin and a torn dress.
She watches in wonder as the ebony shell crumbles away--first her chest, then her arms, and finally her face. Two wide, pale blue eyes stare at her in amazement as smoke disperses and lava slides away and what’s left is a head full of bouncy orange curls.
“Mo?”
Merida says it uncertainly, like she’s in the strange space between wake and sleep where she can’t quite tell what’s real and what’s in her mind. Moana laughs, and she wraps Merida in her arms and crushes the other girl against her--so she’ll know this is real.
“You’re back,” Moana sniffs. Somewhere in her laughs, tears have begun to fall. “You came back to me.”
Merida laughs, and holds her back. They both sink into the sand, clinging to each other like there’s nothing else in the whole universe to cling to.
And maybe there isn’t.
“What are yeh doin’ way out here?” Merida murmurs against her ear, tone surprisingly stern. “The ocean’s a dangerous place, lassie. And Ah know damn well yeh can’t actually sail, no matter what et is yeh tell yerself.”
“I had to come to you,” is all Moana says.
Merida seems to melt even further into her grip. “Yeh...came all this way...for me?” Her voice breaks as she says it. “Why?”
“I love you.”
The words slip out before Moana can stop them.
Merida leans back and studies her inquisitively, and all Moana can think is I’m fucked.
The next second Merida’s hands are on her cheeks and she’s pulling the other girl forward to kiss her ferociously.
Moana is frozen, stupefied, completely unable to move. She never thought she’d be here, living this moment--but bringing Merida back was only the first of the miracles to happen today, apparently.
Moana slowly lifts her arms, draping them over Merida’s shoulders and melting into her.
“Ah love yeh, too, lass.” Merida pauses long enough to breathe it into her ear. “Ah just didn’t know how tae say et. Ah never thought yeh’d look at me that way. Ah was scared yeh might think et was...wrong.”
Moana responds by kissing her again. Before they know it, they’re tipping over, lying entangled on the wet ground. Sand stirs around them, slowly coating their skin and already-dirtied clothes as they press closer and closer into each other, but they realize that they just don’t care.
Moana is filling with warmth--so vast and full and overpowering that she can’t help but wonder if Merida still has some of that lava left in her. Whether she does or not, Moana can only form one thought as she laces her fingers through sandy red curls.
I’m never letting you go again.
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When Merida next feels lava on her skin, it’s dozens of years later.
She doesn’t know what to make of it, waking up with cracked black rock on her skin again and streams of lava curling away from her scalp in fiery hair. But it doesn’t burn, it doesn’t hurt--it feels all too right. The power, the passion, the vigor of when she was taken over by Te Ka is there--but this time, she can control it.
Merida lived a long life. A happy life. She stayed on Motunui--even when the village began voyaging again, charting new lands, she always came back to their home with Moana. Her Moana. They passed together on a summer evening, lying on the beach with their hands entwined and the tribe safely in the hands of the fine young man they had chosen to be the next chief-to-be.
When Te Ka became Te Fiti, it appeared a vacancy opened--the need for a goddess of volcanoes and lava, now that the goddess of life had returned. Life was a cycle, after all--you couldn’t have green and growth and lushness with burning magma and barren rock and life sizzled out. That’s where Merida guessed she came in.
It baffled her, why some outsider like herself would be chosen for such an honor. She had worked hard at becoming a great warrior, protecting the people she had adopted as her own. But ascending to godhood? She didn’t deserve something like this.
And then she sees her walking over the horizon.
Her body is made entirely of water--curves in shining cyan, dress splashing around her laced with foaming whitecaps, hair whipping behind her in rippling ocean waves. But her hands, her face, her eyes--there’s no mistaking it’s her.
“Moana?” Merida whispers.
They run to each other, ripping across land and pounding through sea to reach one another. When they crash together, steam rises around them in graceful billows--the heat of lava and the cool of ocean, united into a gentle mist.
“Moana? How are we here?”
“The ocean chose me a long time ago, to return the heart of Te Fiti and restore life to the world,” Moana murmurs into her shoulder. “And now it’s chosen me again--for something more important. I’m one with the ocean now, making sure it brings and sustains life for all the generations to come. But you...you deserve to be here with me, contributing to the endless cycle.” She leans back and gives Merida a soft smile. “So I may have put in a good word for you.”
Merida laughs. “Are yeh sure et isn’t cuz yer too clingy tae let me go?”
Moana just smles. “That too. I guess eternity seems a lot more tedious to pass when you’re not there.”
They’re an odd pair. The goddess of the ocean, who gives homes to sea turtles and whales and bright fish, who guides ships between islands, who’s always there for someone to dip their feet in on a hot day...and the goddess of volcanoes, who explodes with burning magma, who rains ash and smoke across the sky, who brings unquestionable death to all those who don’t get away fast enough. But when they touch, when they kiss, when they tangle themselves up in one another, pieces of volcanic rock topple into the sea and grow lush and full with life bursting from every seam. The goddess of the sea and the goddess of lava make more life together than they ever could apart.
Sometimes they must temper one another. An especially vicious volcanic explosion is stopped only by the cool calm of the sea. Fierce stormclouds that could sink ships are pulled apart by clouds of smoke and ash. Magma rises from the ocean floor, calming tsunamis. Rain puts out the worst of the fires from spewing lava. It’s a balance.
But at the end of the day, when the sky clears and new islands come to be, green and lush and full of fruit and palm trees and vines and animals that hum and chirp and buzz, there can be no doubt that the two goddesses can’t be without each other.
There can be no doubt that the goddess of the ocean and the goddess of volcanos are deeply--and eternally--in love.
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WELL WELL WELL! A lot of people seemed to really like my Moanida Goddess AU, so I made a moodboard and started writing a drabble and...this happened, I guess? The story came out a lot longer and more angsty than I planned, but oh well--hope y’all like it!
Legit love how these two balance each other out. I feel like the chaotic, reckless “fire energy” of Merida definitely needs kind of a calm, rational “water energy” from someone like Moana. Merida needs someone level-headed to talk her out of doing Dumb Shit without being mean-spirited or talking down to her about it, and Moana needs someone like Merida to drag her out of her comfort zone and help her face off her demons and self-doubt and whatever. Literally a perfect match! God I fucking love Fire x Water pairings so much. Can you tell I’m also a fan of Zutara
Also yeah I’d definitely be on board with Moana x Te Fiti if Fi wasn’t a giant-ass goddess like 20 times Moana’s size. Can you tell? But sue me, that entire scene did in fact have sapphic vibes.
@takaraphoenix Moanida time!!!
Pic credits available upon request!
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Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pairing: Aaron Hotchner/Latina OFC Sophie Cortes
Word Count: 4,547
Tags: SFW, Making out, Phone calls, Getting to know each other, Mentions of sex
Summary: Monday, the first full day they spend on the case in Los Angeles, after vacation, is tough. The week gets better, and gets worse, as cases like these do, but there are moments of light in the darkness.
Collection: Sophie Cortes timeline, 1 year-1 year 3 Months at the BAU
(See Masterlist for reading order)
Link to AO3 or read below!
Monday, the first full day they spend on the case in Los Angeles, after vacation, is tough. The unsub they are looking for brutally tortures his victims—his teenage victims—and he’s escalating, kidnapping the third child just 72 hours after the second, so everyone is on edge, working themselves to the bone.
They don’t get back to the hotel until well after eleven, and Sophie plans to take a quick shower and then crash pretty hard after such a draining day, but something makes her head for Aaron’s room after her shower instead.
“Hey,” she says softly when he opens the door, and he smiles, looking as exhausted as she feels. “I just wanted to check in with you really quick. I’m sure you’re tired.”
“Yes, but I always have time for you.” He steps back and lets her into the room, and she fidgets nervously—why, she’s not entirely sure. Maybe because this is their first face-to-face in the real world, no hazy, happy vacation feelings making everything softer and easier? She’s not certain, and when he closes the door they just stand there, looking at each other for a moment.
Whether she or he or they both bridge the distance, Sophie can’t say, but one moment they are staring at each other with an electrically-charged foot of space between them and the next they are kissing hot, slow, sultry. One arm wraps around her waist, the other touching her face, her wet hair, and she moans softly against his lips.
Kissing him is everything she thought it would be and more: his hands are strong, but gentle, his lips soft but firm, his body as she presses against him big and solid and delicious, and if he expects her to break the kiss first, he’s going to be waiting a while.
When he eventually pulls back, he rests his forehead gently against hers, smiling down at her like there is some sort of inside joke between them. “Coconut,” he murmurs, and when he presses his nose to the hair at her temple, she understands, smiles back.
“Didn’t realize you like it quite that much,” she teases, still a bit breathless, and he chuckles softly, pulling back a little and putting space between them.
“It’s not just the shampoo I like. I think you’re an incredible woman.” She smiles, maybe a little shy about such a direct complement, and he touches her cheek gently. “I knew that from the moment I met you, but working so closely l got to know you as a person, and I really like who you are.”
“I really like you, too. I like how, in front of outsiders you’re tough, impervious, unmoved, but when it comes to the people you care about you’re just a marshmallow.”
“A marshmallow?” he says, pretending to be offended, and he leans down for another kiss, this one less heated but more indulgent: to Sophie, it feels like the first one, he just needed to get out of his system, but the second is all about tasting her, feeling her. It makes her knees weak, honestly, and she wraps her arms around his shoulders so he can support them both.
“I’ve thought about this,” he murmurs into her ear when they break apart. “Of what I would do if you came into my room, in your little pajama shorts,” he emphasizes by squeezing her butt affectionately, “and told me that you wanted me.” She leans back at that—because he’s hot, so hot, and she gets to look openly now, to touch—and presses her hands against his chest.
“Hmm. What’s your plan, in this situation? When I tell you that I want you?”
“I give you what you want, of course. Anything you want.” She bites at her bottom lip, because she could get really used to hearing that, and takes a few steps back, pulling him with her; she lays down on the bed, guides him so that he hovers over her, and his eyes are dark and wide. When she tugs him closer for a kiss, his hands find her waist again, pushing up the bottom of her shirt.
It feels so good to be under him, another taste of making out like they did on the couch at the beach house. He is a solid line of heat along her body, though he keeps himself from fully dropping his weight onto her, and his hands are deliciously rough on her skin, his teeth perfectly sharp as he nips at her ear. It’s heaven after months of wanting him, absolute heaven.
“Anything I want, you said,” she murmurs, looking up at him when he pulls away, and she brushes a hand through his hair. “Because I want a lot more of that, maybe even a little of this?” His tie is already off, the top button of his shirt unbuttoned, and she slips the next two free, eyes on his face to make sure it’s okay.
“I did say anything,” he confirms, voice low, and he’s breathing hard above her, and that makes her think deeply dirty thoughts...
Someone raps on the door, and Aaron jumps up like she burned him, and she slides off the bed and into a heap on the floor.
They exchange a look, and Sophie hurries to the desk chair across the room. She smooths the front of her clothes, and he buttons his shirt, exhales long, and then opens the door.
“Hey, Hotch; sorry, I know it’s late, but I saw the light on.” He swings the door wide, letting Morgan in, and he looks apologetic when he sees her sitting at the desk. “Oh. I didn’t realize you were here, Cortes. I can come back.”
“No, that’s okay, I got what I came for. It’s getting late, anyway.” She stands and makes for the door, briefly pausing between the two men. “Thank you, Hotch. We can finish that discussion tomorrow, if you like.” She tries to convey a few different things with her eyes, and judging by the gleam in his, he understands them all.
“Absolutely. Goodnight.”
“Goodnight. Night, Morgan,” she says with a nod, and she smiles softly as she ducks out of the room.
Twenty minutes later, when she’s lying awake thinking of the feel of his hands on her face, her phone chimes.
AH: I’m sorry our discussion ended so abruptly. I was enjoying it very much.
SC: Me too. So was I.
SC: I have high hopes for the future, though.
AH: So do I. I’ll be hard at work coming up with a plan for our first date.
SC: Mmm, I love it when you talk plans.
AH: Now now. Get some rest. I’ll see you in the morning.
SC: Goodnight, Aaron.
AH: Goodnight, Sophie.
Tuesday doesn’t go any better, is spent canvassing the neighborhoods and schools and parks near the dump site and basically praying they don’t find another victim. Sophie stares at the crime scene photos, truly some of the most gruesome she’s ever seen, for so long that she’s not even sure how she falls asleep that night, but she’s out as soon as her head hits the pillow.
Wednesday is better, in a way. A fourth child is taken, but the unsub makes a mistake, and they get a partial plate which leads them right to him. The third and fourth victims are found alive, if a little worse for wear, but they’re reunited with their families by the afternoon.
Sophie plans on having some pizza and a couple of beers, maybe a bubble bath, to celebrate the victory, but they are all gathered in the lobby of the hotel when JJ’s phone rings, and by the look on her face, it’s not time to celebrate just yet.
“An acquaintance of Strauss’s is asking for our help in San Diego. She wants us to head there right away, since we’re already in California.” Aaron looks a little irritated at the case coming from above him, but he nods—what can he say, no?
“Alright, change of plans, then. Sorry everyone.” There is a chorus of groans—clearly Sophie wasn’t the only one with a different idea of how her evening would go—and they board the jet for a new destination.
Sophie doesn’t even register it’s San Diego until Aaron takes a seat next to her on the flight.
“Hey,” she says quietly, looking around them. It’s suspicious as hell, she knows, but it’s instinct.
“Hi. I used to sit here and talk to you all the time, before; don’t make it weird,” he says with a half smile, and she matches it fully.
“Sorry, have you met me? I make everything weird.”
“I know. I like that about you.” She wants to grin, and keep on grinning, but she knows she looks smitten and tries to tamp it down. “I was coming to ask if you planned to let your brother know you’d be in town.” Realization must dawn on her face, because he frowns. “I take that as a no.”
“Well, I hadn’t planned on it. I didn’t even really put two and two together. And I’m not sure if I should, anyway.”
“I don’t know if I’ve earned the right to weigh in on something like this, yet,” he begins, and she tilts her head, surprised.
“You earned the right a long time ago. I’ve trusted you with some of the most guarded, tender parts of me. I would have thought you knew that already.” He looks into her eyes, nods.
“Yes, I did know that. I just don’t want to overstep.”
“Weigh in all you like,” she says with a soft smile. “If you overstep, I’ll let you know.”
“Okay, well. I think you should at least make an attempt to contact your brother while we’re here. If he doesn’t want to see you—that's his loss, but at least you know you tried.”
“What’s the point, though, if I’m 99% sure he’s going to say no? Why put myself through the heartache?” She may hide it well most of the time, but not staying close with her brother after their father’s death is one of her biggest regrets in life. It hurts deeply, and often.
“I don’t know about you, but I’d hold onto hope for the 1% if it meant one more day with someone I love.” She exhales deeply, wills the sudden rush of tears to leave her eyes so she doesn’t cry on the plane, nods.
“You’re completely right. I should at least try. Nada arriesgado, nada ganado. Nothing ventured, nothing gained.” His face is soft, and she can tell he wants to touch her, comfort her, maybe kiss her, but there are too many eyes on them. Even Reid is watching their interaction curiously.
“I just want you to be happy, and it’s clear that losing your brother like this has hurt you. This could be your chance to patch things up.” She swallows, puts her hand on his arm; she’s done it before, in front of the others, and it’s painfully obvious they’re having a heart to heart, so it shouldn’t be too unexpected.
“Thank you. Really. I appreciate you.”
“I know. And I appreciate you. Let me know if you need a couple hours, we’ll make it work.” She agrees, and picks up her case file; he does the same, and doesn’t leave.
That night, she can’t sleep, and when a text to Aaron confirms he’s still awake, she presses 'call’, sinks back against the pillows while it rings.
“Hi,” he greets, his voice deep and quiet, and she closes her eyes, soaking it up. “To what do I owe this pleasure?”
“I thought it might get suspicious if I ended up in your room every night, but I wanted to talk to you. Is this okay?”
“This is great. It’s funny how I can miss your voice even after being around you all day.”
“Yeah, for me too. I miss hearing you say my name. My first name.”
“Sophie,” he whispers, low, and she licks her lips.
“Hmm, that’s better. Is there anything in particular you want to talk about?”
“Anything is alright with me. Did your brother ever text you back?”
“Yeah, he said he’ll call me when he wakes up tomorrow—so, around noon, probably,” she says with a laugh, and he chuckles too.
“Well that’s something, at least. A good start.”
“Yeah, it is. Thank you.” She feels herself getting emotional again, and hates that vulnerability, so she forces herself to brighten up. “Maybe we should talk about our previous relationships.”
“Okay. I can go first. You know Haley was my high school sweetheart. We met when we were 15, went to college together, got married at 25. Divorced at 37.”
“Because of your work,” she recalls sadly.
“That’s right. I tried to be very present when I wasn’t working, but it wasn’t enough, of course. We grew apart.” He sighs. “Honestly, she put up with me longer than she should have.”
“It’s the nature of our job, and our personalities. We obsess. It’s not an excuse, but I get it.” She turns onto her side, curls up against her pillow. “What was your favorite thing about her?”
“I always liked how optimistic she was, and ambitious. She was with me every step of the way as I became a prosecutor, then an agent, unit chief, and she became a teacher, then vice principal, principal. For a long time, I thought we were growing together.”
“And for her to encourage you to join the FBI, to do the job you love, and then leave you over it… that must have been hard, even if she had legitimate reasons for wanting to end things.”
“It was hard for me to reconcile for a while. It made more sense when I found out she fell in love with someone else.” Her heart sinks.
“Oh, Aaron.”
“She didn’t cheat on me, but I gave her the time to fall in love with him by not being there. They’re married now, with two kids.”
“Do you still see her?”
“We meet up once a year for coffee, to go over what’s been happening in our lives. I always talk about work, and you can see it makes her feel like she did the right thing. And I’ve started to think that maybe she did.”
“I’m a little biased, so no comment. But I am sorry your heart was broken. Did you date much after?”
“I dated one woman for about 4 months, but we broke up because I wasn’t available.”
“This job makes it hard to be available for anything else. In a way, I’m glad I don’t have much family, that my brother doesn’t want to see me often.”
“I think that’s why we come together the way we do. Found family. It’s almost necessary.” He sighs, and she can tell that’s it for him. “So I know you have said you don’t date much.”
“Yeah, my last real relationship was back in Chicago. Taylor. He works Fire and Rescue.”
“What did you like the most about him?”
“He had a way of making people feel comfortable that I’ve always admired. He makes friends easily, and it translates well to his work, when people are scared or hurt.”
“How long were you together?”
“A year. Doesn’t exactly compare to 22 years, but it’s the longest relationship I’ve ever had. I was busy with school and didn’t really have time to date. Then work got in the way.”
“So you’ve been alone for a while. No family here, no boyfriend.” It makes her sound kind of pathetic, and she laughs lightly.
“Yeah, I guess, but I get by.”
“I know you do. What did you like least about Taylor?”
“He wasn’t like this at first, but before we broke up he… I’m not trying to take this down a sexual path, but the story involves sex, if that’s okay.”
“Of course.”
“Okay, so you know that a lot of women need direct clitoral stimulation to have an orgasm. I don’t, particularly—I like it, but I don’t need it, I can have an orgasm from intercourse. Well he would just batter my clit, all the time, to the point that it hurt. And when I told him it hurt, he basically mansplained my own body to me, and how that couldn’t be true because he knows ‘the clitoris is one of the most sensitive erogenous zones due to its high concentration of nerve endings’, like he was reading it out of a textbook when a living, breathing woman is sitting there telling him it’s too much. It was the first time I ever cried during sex, and when I can’t trust you with my body, I lose all emotional regard. Things just kind of fell apart from there.”
“I’m sorry you had to deal with that. That he broke your trust that way.”
“Thank you. I think that’s another reason I don’t date. It’s hard for me to fully give myself to another person, to trust, sometimes.”
“I promise I will listen when you’re telling me how you feel, physically or otherwise. I would never do what he did.”
“I know. I trust you. I don’t think we’d be doing this if I didn’t.” She takes a deep breath, blows it out slowly. “Okay, let’s lighten it up. Um… If you could only eat one meal for the rest of your life, what would it be?” He hums thoughtfully.
“What a question. I’m assuming this is strictly based on what I want to eat forever, without taking nutrition into account.”
“Of course. What would make Aaron Hotchner smile every time he takes a bite?”
“Okay,” he begins, and she can hear the smile already. “I’m sorry, vegetarian, but it would be a big, juicy cheeseburger, with lettuce and tomato and extra pickles, the skinny French fries, and a cherry Coke.”
“How All-American of you. That’s cute.”
“And what meal would you eat for the rest of your life?”
“So, my instinct is to say tacos, but there’s this jalapeno popper pizza at the shop by my house… If it were legal for me to marry this pizza, I would have done it already.”
“Wow. That must be some pizza. I’m a little jealous.” She laughs softly.
“You probably should be, it’s amazing. It has jalapenos, obviously, but two other types of peppers too, and three kinds of cheese, and ranch sauce. So I’ll make a commitment and say, that pizza. For the rest of my life.”
They talk a little more before heading to bed, and she’s so happy it makes even the prospect of meeting up with her brother seem a little bit less daunting.
Thursday is a blur of interviewing witnesses who worked with the victim, but she’s able to sneak away at two to meet her brother Leo for lunch. He looks taller, somehow, more like 6’2” than 6’0”, and darker, from all that good California sun; she grins when she sees him. “Hola, broki. Creciste!” she says, marveling at his height, and he pulls her into a hug, smiles the same goofy, charming smile as always.
“I haven’t grown, I think you shrunk. And you’re so pale.”
“That’s life on the East Coast for you,” she explains as they pull apart, and they take their seats.
“That’s office life, hermana. You need to get out more. I bet your lungs are tired of all that recycled air.”
“I get out when I can. Been soaking up your sun and air the last few days working on this case.” The waitress approaches, and they order drinks; Leo’s a regular, knows what he wants to eat right away, and she orders the same to make things easy.
“The murder of that financial guy, right? Stockbroker, or something?” She raises her eyebrows, surprised he knows that much. “I heard on the news the FBI was on the case, figured that meant you, when you texted.”
“You watch the news?” she teases, because he has always been type to avoid real life at all costs, and the news is about as real as it gets.
“It was on at the DMV; don’t get too excited.” She laughs, because some things never change, and they chat a little more about the case, about what’s going on in his life—girlfriends, boyfriends, parties, surfing—as they eat.
“Actually, I wanted to tell you,” she says after a tale about a tall, dark, and handsome guy named Daunte, setting down her fork, “I have a boyfriend.” His brows shoot up his forehead.
“A boyfriend, ‘mana. I never thought I’d see the day. You’re such a lone wolf anymore.”
“Not by choice, by necessity,” she mutters, stabbing at her salad. “But yes, I have a boyfriend now. It’s really new—like, less than a week new—but it’s been a long time coming.” He takes a sip of his lemonade, smiles softly.
“He’s a Fed like you?” She must appear surprised by his astuteness, because it morphs into a grin. “You’re at work 24/7, Sophia, where else would you meet him?”
“Oh, for a minute I thought you were taking after your profiler sister there, buddy.” He frowns down at his plate.
“You don’t have to worry about that. I hate how you can get into people’s heads.”
“I do it to catch bad people, Leo. Rapists, murderers. I don’t do it to you, and you know it.” She sighs. “I didn’t want to talk about this today, anyway. I just wanted to come see you, catch up. It’s been nice.”
“Yeah, it has,” he agrees easily, and they steer away from the topic of her work, onto safer things. He pays for their meal—she almost falls out of her seat just to get a laugh out of him, and it works—and she has to get back to the precinct, but they make a pact to talk more often, so she considers the whole thing a success.
When she walks into the conference room they are using, she catches Aaron’s eye, points down the hall. “Can I borrow you for a sec?” she asks, and he excuses himself, follows her to the other end of the station; he presses his palm to her lower back when they are out of eyesight.
“Did everything go alright?” he asks seriously, and she pulls him in for a hug. His arms wrap around her easily despite their location, and he sighs, rests his cheek on the top of her head.
“It was really great, Aaron. It was hardly tense at all, and I… I would never have done it if it weren’t for you. So thank you.” When she pulls back, she tries to show him how grateful she is with her gaze, and he can tell, she knows it.
“You’re welcome. I just want you to be happy.” Their people aren’t around, but other cops are, so this is already bordering on too much PDA; she wants to kiss him, but restrains herself, takes a deep breath.
“What can I do to help?” she asks instead, and he fills her in on the new details of the case.
“So what’s your favorite movie of all time?” she asks that night, over the phone again. They’re all hoping it’s their last night in California, that the lead they have will pan out so they can finally go home, but no one more than Sophie and Aaron.
“A Few Good Men.”
“Oh, that’s so lawyerly of you. I probably would have guessed between that and… Witness for the Prosecution.”
“That movie is older than you. It’s older than me.”
“I like old movies. My mama always watched the classics in black and white, so I find it soothing.”
“What’s your favorite?”
“Oh, that’s such a hard question. Maybe… The Maltese Falcon? I love the drama of noir films, but I also like romances like Roman Holiday. Or anything with James Stewart.”
“Now I know why you’re attracted to me; you’re an old soul,” he teases, and she laughs softly.
“There are many reasons I’m attracted to you; I’d list them, but I can’t afford to keep you up all night.”
“Not tonight, anyway,” he murmurs, and she sinks her teeth into her bottom lip, smiles like an idiot.
“Right. Not tonight.” She hums as she thinks of another question to ask him. “If you could only use one of your senses, which would it be?”
“Forever?”
“That seems cruel. Let’s say, just for one day. And you wouldn’t have to work, so don’t take that into consideration.”
“Would I be with you?” he asks, and her heart feels soft.
“If you want to be.”
“Then hearing, I think. The way your voice wraps around me when it’s just the two of us, it feels almost like we’re touching, anyway.” God, she’s such a sap, melting completely at his words. She says nothing for a moment, and he clears his throat. “You?”
“Oh, touch, for me. As much as I love the sound of your voice, I’m very tactile, and I don’t think I could go the day without touch without losing my mind.”
“That’s good to know. Explains why you’re always hitting Morgan.” She laughs.
“Yeah, that’s an easy way to get some touching in for the day. I prefer softness, but I’ll take what I can get.”
“I’ve got a question for you, and then we should probably get some sleep,” he says after a moment. “Which of your personality traits are you the most proud of?”
“Hmm, I don’t know. Resiliency, I guess? I’ve always been able to push through hard times and focus on my goals. I’m very fortunate in that way. What about you?”
“I would say rationality, I think. It makes me better at what I do, even if it’s not always appreciated.”
“You know that you’re more than this job, right? I mean, I know we agreed that we obsess over it, that we let it be a part of who we are, but it’s not all you are. I can think of so many great traits you have that make you a good person, Aaron.”
“I don’t often tell myself that I’m a good person. A good agent, sure. A good boss, sometimes.” She frowns, feels for him.
“In that case, I’m happy to be the one to tell you. Often. Loudly.” He breathes a laugh, then yawns. “Yeah, I’m ready for bed, too. Maybe tomorrow we’ll get to go home, and we can work on having one of these conversations in person.”
“I would really like that. Sleep well, Sophie.”
“You too. Goodnight.”
Friday morning, they catch the murderer, put him behind bars. It’s high profile, and Sophie’s there when they take him in; she hates having cameras in her face, hates California because there are always cameras, but she feels a rush of satisfaction when she gets the killer in the squad car and shuts the door in his face.
A couple of hours later, when she’s packing her bag, she gets a text from Leo: Nice job, hermana. Te amo.
Maybe some things will change after all.
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