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Don't Leave Me Here
Changing format and style, because I want to keep my motivation strong. 💪👁👄👁
Fandom: Star Wars
Request: Nope. This is the very self-indulgent one shot.
Pairing: Cassian Andor x F!Reader
Summaries: Battle of Scariff brings hope to the Galaxy and the Rebels, but what about the Rogue One's crews, especially with your long-time-crush, Captain Andor.
Contents: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Mutual pining, Friends to lovers, Soft Cassian, Love confessing, Idiots in love.
Warning: Angst. Describing of Injuries, blood, pain and death. Crying. Anxiety. Cliché plot. Writer is being too over emotional and regret nothing.
Rate: M for melodrama
Words: 2,285
A/N: Alternate version of Rouge One 2016's ending. Because I had realised that I didn't write my own. Also, feel a little bit sad, because 2024 is feeling like eternity. But I'm gonna write Cassian's fix-it fan fictions, until I can't write. English is my second Language, please feel free to correct me, and let me know if I miss any CW+TW. Enjoy Reading 😊
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Death Star Plan was successfully stolen. The battle at Scariff had been considered as a big victory for rebellions. Everyone who stayed at Yavin IV was cheering and crying with joy. Some systems, even, officially declared independents over the Empire’s sovereign right there. Some systems, which tended to give up before, decided to maintain alliances. The spark of flame was reigniting again. The light at the end of the darkest tunnel was like a new dawn — hope.
But it just was at the very first minutes, when the Plan completely broadcast. The Rogue One crews returned with survivors – were not long enough after the battle ended – but mostly were casualties. All Medbay turned into a big, chaotic area; doctors, nurses, medical staffs, and medical droids managed to diagnose every crew’s condition from the worst to ‘nothing much to worry about’.
And the worst, whose state was severe, was Captain Cassian Andor. Y/N’s one of her old and good friends, since she had joined the Rebellions in the first month.
Cassian was a mystery (some even said he was scary), moody, tense and taciturn on the outside – for almost everybody on Yavin IV Base. Actually, he was not. He had a strange humour and points of views toward life, also knowledges in many fields which attracted his team, many women on the base, and Y/N.
As the volunteer at Medbay – after hearing there were survivors – Y/N ran and helped the staffs as much as her strength allowed. First time she saw Cassian, he was covered by blood and wounds, while she was pasting Bacta gel on a supporting crew. She didn’t spare a time to visit him, she must stay outside – standing by. When she finished all the tasks, she noticed that a doctor and assistances had taken care of Cassian already. She was about to visit him in a patient room, but it was forbidden.
Few hours later, the Rebellion Alliances had received the news; Princess Leia was being held in custody by the Empire. Was anything worst happened to the Alliances right now?
Three days had passed by, Y/N had switched to the ‘autopilot’ mode on working in her station, doing routine. Thanks to all the works which kept her busy until resting time, they also made her forgot what she had dreamt in her sleeping.
On the fourth day, main crews on the cargo ship gradually came to consciousness. Y/N’s good friend at Medbay told her that late morning. She immediately visited them and listening to the incident near the broadcasting tower on Scariff.
Jyn told Y/N everything which Cassian did. She even encouraged her to hold tight on the hope. Chirrut said the force had been staying with Cassian, and the force always worked in many surprising ways. Moreover, the medical staffs allowed everyone, whoever cared about Cassian, to visit him. He was getting much better now, but still unconscious.
She didn’t want to dig up those memories of him being covered by blood and wounds four days ago. Nevertheless, she shook them out, made up her mind, and deciding to see him. Maybe Jyn and Chirrut were right.
Y/N exited her station to the room where Cassian was placed. She noticed the one and only re-programming Imperial droid on Yavin IV. He stood and starred through the window, seem like he hoped his Captain was waking soon.
“Y/N.” K2SO greeted, “I have calculated the possible that you are going to visit Cassian today, the percentage is…”
“Don’t tell me.” She cut the droid. “Let me go inside without your statistic. My head is aching enough.”
Keying a code, going inside, she cursed herself for being rude to K2SO. Somehow, after visiting Cassian – she would apologise to the droid – since she had forgotten his good intention, underneath the sarcasm.
As Y/N approached the bed, all Cassian’s blood and wounds were cleansed. BPM pulse and body temperature had not become normal yet. He would not wake up within two or three days, according to the report. Numerous I.V.s were still plugging into his veins, also a bandage on his torso.
Y/N sat on a chair beside the bed, examining Cassian’s state closely while she tried to hold back her tears, but it was failed. She could not help herself. All tears ran down her cheeks like a great flood. Four days and three nights felt like months. She let vulnerability got her by sobbing uncontrollably, started talking to him and wishing he could hear;
“Cassian, I know you are willingly to do anything for the Rebellion. I’m really proud. But why do you always run into suicide missions?” Her voice was depressed. “Sometimes, you don’t have to prove that you are one of the best rebel spies by destroying yourself. Mon Mothma and many commanders speak of you highly… even princess Leia…”
Tears still ran down, while she was reaching for his hand, biting lower lip and shook her head.
“I survived the first month because of your helps. You introduce me to many things I know just a bit or haven’t known before, so I can fit in. When I feel down, blue, even black, you cheer me up with your eccentric jokes – and if you are out for a mission, you always say goodbye… this time… you don’t even give me a chance…”
Y/N recalled what was happening when Rogue One recklessly leaved for Scariff, after most allies and commanders objected. She was there. When the meeting ended, she sought Cassian or whoever in his unit. Too late. They had gone.
“I want to blame my stupid brain for bringing the pain that I do not desire to feel. That isn’t a reason. Those words in my mind – I wish I could tell you, after all of these years…” Y/N softly squeezed his hand “Since here we are, only you and me. When you wake up, we are going to be the same. It’s now or never.”
She paused for seconds, took one deep breath, and let all her feels breaking control.
“I love you, Cassian. More than a good friend. I love you with all my heart, my soul, my breath, and my entire existence. You are the one. Every time you come back, I just don’t want to hug you – I want to kiss you like there’s no tomorrow, jumping into you, embracing you in my arms……”
Y/N kept confessing her feelings toward Cassian until she recognised she was going to weep again. She stopped, stood up, leaned forward to kiss Cassian’s forehead gently, and whispered before leaving.
“Just don’t leave me here…”
She dried her eyes, leaved Cassian behind, and repressing the desire to look at him again. As she exited, K2SO still had been on the spot. She sighed, walking toward the droid.
“I’m sorry Kay. I shouldn’t say such things. Well, I don’t have any excuse.”
“At least you didn’t hit me. I don’t expect anything. I have calculated, there is a high chance that you’re going to apologise. So, I forgive you.”
Y/N could swear to Kriff that K2SO mentally shrugged, judging by his tone. She crossed her arms and faking a smile.
“Then we’re even.” Looking on the floor, she gazed up at K2SO again. “Tell me, have you calculated when Captain Andor is going to wake up?”
“I did, but I think you don’t need it anymore.”
She raised her eyebrows. The droid did say nothing, just looked into the room. She followed suit, shook her head, and suddenly rushing inside.
Cassian opened his eyes. Blinking rapidly, he glanced around. The last thing he remembered – before everything turning black – was K2SO and Jyn helping him into an escape pod, also thinking about Y/N and regretting that he had not bid a proper farewell yet. And how the Kriff he could be here now, at the medical section on Rebelli—
“Maker!” she exclaimed, stopping him from the train of thought – While she was restraining herself from hugging him.
Cassian swore in his native tongue. Unbelievably, his eyes might be deceiving him – Y/N was here – impossible. This place could be wherever the creatures went after the death.
“No, this isn’t true. Scariff was destroyed by the Death Star… You can’t be here.”
Y/N wanted to punch him in the face, but it could send him back to the unconsciousness again. She tried to keep calm, but instead, her tears explode again.
“Don’t you dare say such a thing—”
His mouth was gaping a little, looking downward at his own body. His torso and his head still hurt. He felt everything which plugged on his arm, thinking backward – moreover, before he could open his eye – he could hear Y/N said something… about the relationship, and love. Especially what he had been holding on for a long time, the same thing she had blurted out. He thought they were an illusion.
He sat up, his back and his bone were cracking loudly. He breathed deeply, restraining all the agony. Y/N supported him; holding his upper body and adjusting pillows.
“I’m so sorry, Y/N.” He paused, as she was sitting beside the bed, “This mission is important. We must do it fast. That fucking weapon is too dangerous… like I’ve told you before, if we waited for permission, the Empire could be a hundred steps ahead…”
“No hard feelings. You survive, wake up and healing. The Empire is going to fall. Those are all I want.”
Seeing Y/N sniffed, sobbed and looked down at the floor, Cassian’s eyes were softer than ever. He reached out to take her hand, that grab an edge of the bed, caressing it gently.
“Please don’t cry. Kay tells me once that tears can drain oneself, and… You deserve all happiness in the galaxy.”
She gazed into his eyes. Perplexing spread on her pale face.
“What Kay’s randomly statistic has to do with my happiness?”
Cassian sighed quietly. Smiling, he whispered in Kenari, decided to speak all his heart out.
“Come sitting here.” He patted a space on the mattress. Although she was still dazing, she consented. Here, it was closer than ever, every time they interacted.
“Your happiness is my happiness. Your pain is my pain.”
She gasped. Something was dawning in her mind, but he still kept continuing;
“I thought I was dead or dreaming. It is not. I hear what you have said. I feel all the things you have done. I’m not going to leave you here anymore. I love you, Y/N; with all my heart, my breath, my soul, and my entire existence.”
“Cass…”
“Please don’t leave me here, too.”
His voice was filled with pleading and the utmost longing. His eyes had not brightened yet, but they were brighter than ever – before he disappeared as the council was dismissing.
“I’m not gonna leave you. Ever.”
All the affectionate and things which left unsaid within their eyes were exploding. Her lips were parted – trying to reply – but his hand slowly moving to her face. Caressing it tenderly and trailing downward from her cheek to her chin, he tugged her weave behind her ear. Cassian and Y/N could feel their breaths upon their own skins. Their eyes were exchanging feeling from through all of these years, as she put her hand on his shoulder.
Cassian didn’t hesitate. He leaned in to capture Y/N lips softly. It was like a butterfly pecking on flowers, an index finger touching a velvet cloth. They paused for seconds to catch the breath. She sensed that the temperature in this room was rising and warmer than before.
“I won’t do this again…” He whispered, looked into her eyes and circling his thumbs over her cheek and her hand.
“You don’t have to…”
“I’m not gonna be reckless. I will ask Mon Mothma and other commanders for table-work. More time on base, less time t—”
Y/N sealed Cassian’s mouth with her lips, lightly pushing him back on pillows. His eyes were widening, but he grinned while kissing her back. His hand on hers moved from to the back of her neck, gradually pulling her down to deepen the passionate kiss.
“There is ninety-nine per cent that Y/N is gonna kiss you like this, Cassian.”
Y/N was abruptly jumping back to a chair. She almost fell from a sickbed, as she heard K2SO’s voice. Cassian, also the same, but he gripped a metal beside tightly enough.
“Kay!” Cassian hissed the Droid, who was standing near infirmary’s trolleys.
“Oh, I shouldn’t have disturbed you both, since you have always wished the scenario like this, should I?”
“Go visiting others.” He ordered. The droid did as he was told – turned around and walking out. Both Cassian and Y/N heard K2SO talking to himself, distinctly, like the droid wanted them to hear.
“Humans are such the peculiar life-forms. I will ask technicians on loading how to understand the humankind programme.”
“Maybe I will tell the technicians to not upload that.”
Cassian sighed loudly, shook his head, and turning to Y/N for opinion. But what he saw was she had been covering her face with her hands in shyness.
“No, I’m gonna tell them myself.”
Cassian joyfully laughed. She still sat and posing as the same. If his eyes were not deceived him, he saw the redness on her temple, her ears, and her neck.
“I should tell you how I feel earlier. But, it's okay, you are lovely when you are like this.”
“Stop it.” She glanced and swiftly pressing the comm, calling a doctor, before Cassian could tease her more.
At the point, she didn’t doubt why K2SO just being K2SO. Because the one who had reprogrammed this imperial droid was just the same as him.
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whispering hey kids do you want a treat
click here for the full spicy version by yenoollulu oh my god
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The champion’s return to Salma ✨
A piece for @gw2-zine
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Sick Surprise pt 3 - Bed Time
In which it’s Y/N and Spencer’s first time having sex and they have to try to be quiet so they don’t get caught by Eloise
Warnings: Smuttt! Protected penetrative sex, oral sex(f rec), giggly sex, kitchen sex cuz they’re stupid, HANDS 🥴, fluff, kissing, cussing, it’s kinda awkward but just cuz it’s their first time lol
Spencer Reid x fem!reader
Y/N let out a sigh of relief when she walked out of Eloise’s room quietly. “Okay, I got her down. Hopefully she sleeps through the night.” She whispered, sitting on the couch next to Spencer.
Spencer had insisted on going over to Y/N’s house for date nights so she didn’t have to find and pay a sitter to keep her. They hadn’t been to Spencer’s apartment yet because Y/N didn’t want it to be too much for Eloise.
She didn’t even know what a boyfriend was yet.
So, Spencer wrapped his arm around his girlfriend and kissed her softly. She pulled away reluctantly. “I have to clean the kitchen.” She nodded. “I really should not have let Eloisey help make those cookies…” She shook her head, getting up.
She felt Spencer’s eyes on her body as she moved into the kitchen. She hoped he’d follow her.
Her kitchen was a real mess. There was cookie dough on the floor, a broken egg on the counter and just— yeah. Life with a three year old.
Spencer got up from the couch and followed her into the kitchen. “I wasn’t done kissing you…” He trailed off, grabbing her by the shoulders gently. He turned her around and pressed his lips against hers.
She giggled against his mouth, standing on her tippy toes and wrapping her arms around his neck.
With his body pressed against hers, it was hard to want to stop. She licked his bottom lip and he smiled into their kiss. “Sorry we haven’t had much alone time.” She spoke in between kisses, leaning into him more.
Spencer backed up, pushing her towards the kitchen counter. “It’s okay. I like hanging out with you and Eloise.” He stopped talking when her tongue slid against his and he groaned into her mouth.
Her lower back pressed against the counter and his hands were placed on her hips. She pulled away for a second. “Hi.” She smiled, her lips swollen and red.
“Hi.” He nodded. He tried leaning back in for a kiss but she giggled and pressed her hand over his mouth.
“So, sex.” She whispered. “Is that w-what we’re doing here or…?”
His eyes were wide and she forgot that her hand was over his mouth so he couldn’t really speak. He kissed her palm and she let out an ‘oh’ and took her hand down.
“I— if you want to.” He nodded. She quirked an eyebrow.
“But do you want to?” She asked, her teeth grazing her bottom lip.
Spencer nodded. “I want to. Do you?”
She kissed his lips once. “Oh, I definitely want to.” Her mouth met his again for a long kiss. Her voice broke through every time there was a little break. “But, I just want-“ *kiss* “To warn you that I haven’t— holy fuck your mouth is like magic— I haven’t-“ *kiss* “I haven’t had sex since I got pregnant with Eloise.”
He stopped kissing her when her body tensed. He pulled away and looked at her red cheeks. She looked embarrassed. “I just— I’ve been afraid that I’d get pregnant again. Then— then I’d get left and I would be alone still but this time with two kids.” She let out a small breath and looked up at him finally.
His thumbs caressed her cheek bones. “If you don’t want to do this, we won’t.” He spoke. “I want you to fee comfortable and safe, Y/N.”
She tilted her head to the side and she smiled. “Thank you, Spence. Really. But I want to do this with you. You make me feel like— so safe and comfortable.” She nodded.
Their smiles seemed to last forever as they looked at each other. “Spence?” She whispered.
“Yeah?”
“Kiss me.”
He did and she hopped up on the counter with his help, his hands landing on the sides of her ass. Her hands were in his hair, pulling gently and smiling as she elicited groans from him.
Her legs wrapped around his waist as he stood between them. His lip pulled from her mouth and kissed along her jawline. She giggled feeling his stubble against her cheek.
Her legs pulled him in closer and she reached for the bottom of his shirt, untucking it from his pants. “I need you to invest in a t-shirt or two.” She laughed quietly, trying to focus on the way his lips continued to kiss her skin.
Spencer chuckled as he kissed down her neck. Her fingers undid the buttons on his shirt and she tore it off of him, his hands leaving her butt for just a moment before they were glued back on.
“Oh my God, Spencer take off my shirt.” She groaned when his teeth hit her neck gently. Her hands gripped his shoulders as he pulled away from her, grabbing the hem of her shirt and pulling it over her head.
He stared down at her chest that was supported by a pink lacy bra for a few moments before her hand lifted his chin up to gain back eye contact.
“God, I love women.” He shook his head as he leaned back in, one of his hands sliding from her as to the top of her thigh. She giggled as he kissed her and she reached for his belt, unbuckling it with one hand while the other gripped his bicep.
She pulled the belt from the loops and Spencer pulled away with a surprised look on her face. “Ha! I still got it.” She gushed, throwing his belt aside.
He groaned and shook his head, pulling her hips forward to set her at the edge of the countertop. She gasped in surprise when his fingers worked the buttons of her jeans quickly. He pulled them off of her and threw them somewhere. Y/N giggle as she watched one of the week ant legs land in the pot of mashed potatoes.
“Oops. Sorry.” He shrugged with a chuckle. She rolled her eyes and grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him to her. His lips met hers but his hands had other ideas.
He smirked against her mouth as he felt her jolt a bit when his thumb made contact with her clit. She moaned and subconsciously grabbed his wrist.
Spencer quickly pulled away. “What’s wrong? Do you not want me to touch you there, I won’t. I promise Y/N, if you don’t want me to do—“
She kissed him. “It’s just been a while since someone other than myself has touched me there.” She blushed. “Sorry. Keep going. I’m okay, I swear.”
Spencer looked into her eyes and began to rub again slowly. Her eyes fluttered shut and her mouth fell open. “Fuck.” She let out breathlessly.
His lips parted a bit as he felt her getting even more wet than what she was when he had started touching her. He get the need to taste what he was feeling.
He slowly sunk down to his knees, looking up at her as she looked at him. His eyes were asking, pleading. She nodded, her lips parted and her eyes needy.
He softly grabbed the sides of her underwear and pulled them down teasingly slow. He could’ve busted right then and there at just the sight of her.
He kept eye contact with her until her was close enough to lick her slowly. His eyes shut and so did hers. Her hand flew to the top of his head, gripping his hair. “Oh my fuck—“ She whispered.
Spencer groaned at the taste of her, flattening his tongue out and bobbing his head up and down.
Y/N whimpered and went to grab the edge of the counter. As she did, she hand knocked a glass cup off and it shattered on the floor next to Spencer.
He kept going nonetheless as she laughed quietly. Her fingers reluctantly pulled at his hair. He pulled away from her, looking up. His lips and chin were glistening with her wetness. “Fuck, wait a second. I thought I heard Eloise.” She whispered.
They both froze in place for a few moments, listening to hear Eloise’s cries. But thankfully, there was no noise other than Y/N and Spencer’s heavy breaths.
Y/N looked down at him, closing her legs unconsciously. “Okay, I think she’s still sleeping.” She nodded.
Spencer smiled. “Good, can I make you come now?” He asked, catching her completely by surprise.
“Oh my God, please?” She nodded. He chuckled and dove back in, spreading her legs back open again and circling his tongue around her clit.
“You taste amazing by the way.” He spoke, pulling away for a moment before going back to tease her entrance with his tongue.
As she panted and moaned, she smiled. “Appreciate it.” She nodded, gently pulling his hair causing him to groan into her.
Exactly 67 seconds of quite skillful mouth work, Y/N came all of his tongue. She was tugging on his hair, whimpering his name all while he was helping her ride out her first male induced orgasm in a while.
When she was calm, she kept her eyes closed, trying to slow her heavy breathing. Spencer stood back up, pressing his lips to hers. She kissed him back in a haze, her brain foggy. “Holy shit.” She chuckled breathlessly when he pulled away. “Where the fuck did you learn to do that.” She asked, patting his cheek.
He shrugged and kissed her again.
She hummed and pushed him away a bit. “Look, I’m all for like— your dick or whatever but I can’t do it next to a block of knives—“ She said glancing at the wooden block. “Or my kid’s sippy cup.” She said, shrugging.
Spencer shook his head and rolled his eyes with a smile. “Your room?” He asked, kissing her neck.
Y/N nodded. “Yes, but we have to be so so quiet. The walls in the building are thin and El and I share a wall.” She said, leaning her head back.
Spencer elicited a gasp from her when he pulled her off the counter and wrapped her legs around his waist. “Then we’ll be quiet.”
When they entered the room, he laid her down on the bed. He started kissing her again, trying to get her worked up.
After a few moments of heavy kissing, she pulled away feeling his hardness on her thigh. “Can you… Um… can you…” She closed her eyes.
“What do you need, baby?” He asked softly.
She bit her lip and opened her eyes. “Can you wear a c-condom?” She asked. Her eyes got wide. “But i-if you don’t want to you d-don’t have to—“
“Of course I will.” He smiled, interrupting her nervous tangent she was about to go on. “Anything you ever need me to do when we’re together like this, I will always do.”
She smiled, her heart was melting. “Th-thank you.” She pecked his lips. “They’re in there.” She said, nodding towards her bedside table.
He reached over her and pulled the drawer open. The box had been untouched, unopened. He carefully ripped the cardboard seal and took a shiny gold wrapper out. He set it next to her head on the pillow and pulled his pants off. Her eyes betrayed her and she stared at the tent in his boxers.
Her mouth fucking watered.
Her hands grabbed the waistband of his boxers and she tugged on it. “Please take them off and fuck me.” She almost whined. Spencer groaned and did as she said, pulling his boxers off and watching her tongue glide across her lips. “Oh my God, you’re gonna kill me.” She rolled her eyes and let her head fall back against the pillow.
He chuckled and grabbed the condom from the pillow, opening it and sliding over his length. She put her feet flat against the bed, bending her knees. She bit her lip, looking at him, her eyes begging. “Please Spencer. I literally can’t wait anymore.” She whispered.
He crawled over her again, leaning down and pressing his dick against her clit. Her mouth fell open and she let out a breathy moan. “Spencer, Spencer…” She mumbled.
He ran the head up and down through her folds before stopping at her entrance. “Are you ready?” He asked.
She nodded, gulping. He leaned down to kiss her, capturing her moan as he pushed in slowly. Her body tensed as it felt the tiniest bit of pain.
Spencer grabbed one of her hands, rubbing his thumb over the back of it as she whimpered into his mouth. “Fuck.” She whispered when he pulled away.
“Are you okay?” He asked.
She nodded, a smile forming on her lips. “P-please move.” She whispered. He pressed a kiss to her jaw and started to rock his hips slowly into hers.
She gasped and moaned quietly. “Holy fuck… holy fuck…” She repeated.
Spencer kissed her neck, his head falling between her neck and shoulder. “Oh my— you feel so good, baby.” He groaned in her ear.
Her teeth but her lip so hard she might have drawn blood. “Fuck, Spencer, faster.” She mumbled.
His hips moved faster, teeth grazing the skin in her neck. Her breathy, whiny moans were like music to his ears. The way her nails dragged down his back, no doubt tearing skin, got him closer and closer as she clenched around him.
“Faster— holy shit, go faster.” She mumbled, her legs wrapping around his hips.
“Fuck, Y/N!” He moaned. She giggled and shushed him, kissing the part of his head that was closest to her mouth.
Her legs squeezed his hips. “I’m gonna come, Spence— fuck, right there!”
Spencer groaned into her neck as she made a squeaky noise. “I’m there, baby. At the same time.”
“Oh, fuck Spence—“
“Y/N—“
They were both cut off by their own moans. Their bodies squeezed each other’s and they froze as muscles spasmed and legs shook.
After a moment of silence and heavy breathing, Spencer pulled his face from between her neck and shoulder and sat up a little, looking at her. Her eyes were closed, her lips were parted and her chest was heaving.
“I…” She swallowed. “I didn’t know a guy could make me feel like that…” She shook her head.
Spencer pulled out of her earning a little whine from her. “I hope that was good for you ‘cause it was fucking amazing for me.” He laid by her side.
She raised her finger in the air. “Same here, partner.”
He chuckled and kissed her jaw. “Okay, you gotta get up.”
“Oh yeah.” She whispered. “We’re supposed to pee after sex, huh?”
Spencer nodded. “Yep.”
The two were about to get up but they heard Eloise whining from the other room. “Peeing after sex needs to wait.” She sighed. “Also, don’t come out.”
“Why?” He asked, tilting his head.
“I had to tell Eloise you were leaving to get her to go to sleep.”
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YESSSSS THANK YOU TO WHOEVER REQUESTED THIS BECAUSE I AM SO EXCITED TO KEEP THESE COMING (wink wink)
IM IN LOVE WITH THEM SO YEAH
Also I hope this was as jaw clenching, sheet gripping good as it was for me
Love ya ❤️
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In the Warmth of Your Love
part II of Burning in a Hopeless Dream
Chapter one | “can’t quit you, baby”
A/N: to kick off my 1 year celebration of writing fic…we’re going right back to my roots! 🤭 to my devoted Gwen & Joel fans, this one is for y’all! I wrote this back in October after taking a looong hiatus from the series. The original path was to pick up on chapter 17 and continue to follow the path of the show. I decided that trying to essentially rewrite the events that take place after Bill & Franks episode was just too much for me to handle. I knew I wanted to continue Joel & Gwen’s story, but I didn’t know what that would end up looking like!
In the Warmth of Your Love takes place after the events in the hospital.
~word count: 3.1k~
Summary: a glimpse into your new life in Jackson with Joel.
Pairing | joel miller x f!oc
Warnings: fluff, angst, smut, established relationship, found family, age gap, (oc is in her early 30’s and Joel is in his 50’s) unprotected piv, pining, cock warming, dirty talk, praise kink, domestic intimacy, they’re so in love it hurts, +18 minors dni!
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“Swear to me.”
“Swear to me that everything you said about the Fireflies is true, Joel.”
“I swear.”
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6 months had passed since you and Joel murdered every single Firefly in the Salt Lake City hospital. 6 months since Joel swore to Ellie that everything he told her about the Fireflies was true. That they had stopped looking for a cure, and raiders attacked the hospital. That there were more people like Ellie that were immune.
It was all a lie. One that you and Joel carried on your shoulders everyday. As Ellie’s guardians, you and Joel made the decision that you both felt was the right one.
“Jesus fuck, Joel. What the hell did you do?” Tommy asked his brother the day after the three of you showed back up on Jackson’s doorstep.
“I did what I had to do. I protected her. I saved her. I killed every last person that stood in the way of me getting to Ellie. They were going to kill her, Tommy. They were going to kill her and I—we couldn’t let that happen. Ellie didn’t want to die. I know she didn’t because she fuckin’ told me before we were ambushed. I killed Marlene. I killed the doctor who was going to perform the surgery. I killed them all.” Joel admitted.
Tommy scrubbed a hand down his face with a heavy sigh as he sank back against the chair. “And Gwen? What was her role in all of this?”
“She killed them too. We did it together.”
“Does..Ellie know the truth?” Tommy already knew the answer but he wanted to hear it from Joel’s mouth first.
“No, she doesn’t. And she never will know what happened in that hospital. She can live her life the way she deserves to. She can make friends and be happy for once in her fuckin’ life.”
“Joel, I can’t have two murders livin’ in town. Maria won’t stand for it, and you know that brother.”
“Tommy, please. I’m your brother, for fuck’s sake. Gwen and I only did what we felt was right. Wouldn’t you do the same if it was your kid? You don’t have to tell Maria the truth. Don’t we deserve a second chance at peace too?”
“It doesn’t matter what the fuck I would have done in that situation Joel! You—you fucking murdered an entire hospital of Fireflies! This town doesn’t condone violence, and if anyone were to ever find out—”
Joel was leaning forward in his chair, his hands clasped together as he looked at his brother, right in his eyes with pure desperation in his deep brown irises. “I’ll be carryin’ that burden for the rest of my fuckin’ days. You’ve killed people too, Tommy. Just because you’ve been living here with a loving wife, and a baby on the way, doesn’t mean that the blood on your own goddamn hands gets erased. Listen to me, okay? Gwen is a good fucking person. She’s got a huge heart and she deserves a second chance too. She’s good with horses, and I can help you with any of the heavy lifting shit that gets done around here. Please, Tommy. Please let us stay.”
Tommy stared right back at his brother and deep down he knew he couldn’t turn him away, no matter how hard he tried.
“Okay. All three of you can stay, under one condition. You never, and I mean never speak about what happened at that hospital to anyone. You hear me Joel? Never.”
“I swear on my life that I will never speak about it again. You have my word Tommy.”
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Maria was no idiot and Tommy knew this all too well about his wife. “They’ll stay in the house they were in the last time they came through here. Joel said that Gwen has worked with horses before and can help out around the stables, and Joel can help me with fixin’ things ‘round here. He’s really good with that stuff.”
“We have enough mouths to feed as it is Tommy. I really don’t think this is a good idea.”
“Maria, Joel is my brother. He’s been through hell, all three of them have. I’m not going to turn them away so can we please come up with a compromise here?”
“Fine. I just don’t want Joel or Gwen near any weapons. If they’re going to live here, then they’re going to abide by our rules. Ellie will go to school with the rest of the kids and I expect Gwen to also help out with food prep and the Tipsy Bison. Joel can help you with the handiwork projects, and in time he can help out on patrol.”
“Ellie will probably end up fighting tooth and nail to not go back to school, but I’m sure we can work that out.”
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In the early mornings you were helping out in the stables. Feeding the horses, mucking stalls, and grooming. It was easy enough to fall back into a routine that you had known so well from your teen years. You knew horses better than anyone in Jackson did, and you were beyond grateful at being given a fresh start. Your afternoons were spent in the mess hall kitchen. Prepping vegetables and breaking down chickens for dinner. Food was abundant in a place like this, and you weren’t sure if you would ever grow used to the feeling of no longer having to starve.
Your evenings after dinner were spent at the Tipsy Bison, working behind the bartop with Tommy. If there was one thing the men in Jackson loved, it was a pretty woman serving them whiskey after a long day out on patrol. At the end of each day there was only one man you wanted to see in your bed, and that man was Joel; your Joel.
These days you hardly saw him or Ellie. Your schedules were different. With Ellie at school and working at the stables in the afternoon, and Joel helping Tommy in the mornings, and then patrolling through the evening, there was barely any time for you to spend together. He still held you at night through his exhaustion, but he too missed the way things used to be.
The days flew by, summer had come and gone. The seasons changed and the air grew colder, and the nights grew longer.
You had just finished wiping down the bartop after the last of the stragglers headed home for the night. You carefully placed every bottle of liquor back onto the shelf before scrubbing the glasses clean. The record player crackled in the background, Led Zeppelin's ‘I Can’t Quit You Baby’ a rock n’roll classic. You hummed the tune, swaying your hips subconsciously to the low beat.
The door to the Tipsy Bison swung open on the hinges as you let out a sigh, not looking up from the table you were wiping down. “We’re closed for the evening. You’ll have to come back tomorrow.”
“I don’t wanna anythin’ to drink.” Joel rasped as he closed the door behind him.
“Joel? What are you doing here?..it’s late, shouldn’t you be at home?” You looked up at him through thick lashes.
“Couldn’t sleep. Decided to go for a walk, n’ended up here. I miss you..so much. Hardly get to see much of ya at all. Jus’ thought we could spend some time together, even if it’s gotta be in a place like this.”
“I miss you too, Joel. You know I do.”
“I know, baby. I know.” He paused as his gaze fell upon your exhausted face, and tired eyes. “S’that Zeppelin playin?’” He rested his elbow along the high top you had just wiped down.
“Yeah, one of the patrol guys found it for me in an abandoned house a few miles west. It’s got a few scratches but is otherwise in fair shape.”
“Mm.” He hummed under his breath. “S’you got admirers then? Can’t say I blame ‘em. Pretty thing like you servin’ them whiskey all night? How do ya keep ‘em at bay?” His brow raised in curiosity.
“With this.” You slipped your knife from the holster hidden under your shirt with ease. “Tommy keeps them on a tight leash anyway. They know not to try anything funny.”
“Breakin’ the rules already? Maria said no weapons, sweetheart.” He leaned forward along his elbow as his fingers reached out and brushed against the worn hilt of your knife. He could just barely make out your carved initials through the thick wood. “You tell ‘em that you're mine? That you’re Joel’s girl, and that if any of ‘em ever were to—”
“Joel, relax. No one has tried anything past harmless flirting. Everyone knows that you and I..we’re an item. What Maria doesn’t know won’t kill her. My knife is a safety net that I’m just not ready, nor willing to give up right now.”
“We’re more than an item, Gwen. We’re partners for life. I know your knife is your safety net. I know it is, baby. S’why I still sleep with a gun under my pillow. Knowin’ it’s there helps calm me, but the one person that keeps my nightmares at bay ain’t home. She’s not in bed with me cus’ she’s here servin’ whiskey all night to men that probably fantasize about what it’s like to be with a woman like you.” He breathed out and you could taste his warm breath along your unkissed lips.
“Of course we are Joel. I got you, you got me. That hasn’t changed, and it never will. We’re both in this adjustment period and it’s tough. I’d much rather be at home with you and Ellie, but Maria said I had to ‘pay’ my dues.” You gently placed your knife along the smooth wooden surface of the table. “Are you sure there’s nothing I can get you to drink, Mr. Miller?”
“If you’re on the menu for tonight, then that’s what I’ll be havin.’”
“I believe we might be all sold out of that for tonight. Let me go check in the back just to be sure.” You were already turning on your heel to walk away before you felt his warm and calloused palm wrap around your wrist, halting you from taking another step.
“Ain’t you got a little love left for me? When’s the last time I’ve tasted those lips, hm?” He gently coaxed you to step towards him, and once you were close enough, his hand released your wrist and found purchase around your hip through muscle memory. His fingers flexed as his thumb slipped through the belt loop on your jeans. “Y’remember that night after teachin’ Robert a lesson? When we fucked in that back alley without a care in the goddamn world if FEDRA would catch us or not? Remember when we would..have fun? Don’tcha miss that?”
“I’ve always got love left for you Joel. I can’t remember the last time we kissed without us thinking it would be the last time. I do remember that night, just as if it had happened yesterday.” Your hands found themselves resting along his shoulders, squeezing them gently through the material of his worn jacket. In the low lighting your eyes discerned the speckled gray in his beard, and the salt and pepper silver strands of hair. His chapped lips, his inviting eyes that always softened their hardness around you. “We had fun, Joel but between all of that there was so much—”
“No. Don’t say another word. Y’hear me? We don’t have to run. We don’t have to hide. We don’t have to fight. We’re safe here. You, me and Ellie. I won’t deny that you and I—we’ve suffered, but in that suffering we have loved goddammit. We have loved so fuckin’ hard. You're the breath in my lungs, n’you’re the soft breeze kissin’ on my skin. You’re the sun risin n’settin’ everyday. You’re the moonlight guidin’ me home. Your eyes twinkle brighter than any goddamn star in that sky. You’re my—” his words were stolen from his lips as you yanked on the collar of his jacket and pulled him down to your awaiting lips. You kissed him so deeply it felt like both the air from yours and his lungs was being knocked from your bodies. A cataclysmic wave of emotions washed through your veins as you pulled him as close as physically possible. Tongues tangled as you stumbled back against the nearest stable surface; the bartop counter.
“When did you become such a fuckin’ poet, Joel?” You asked breathlessly between kisses as your fingers tangled recklessly through his hair.
“Started readin’ more. Shakespeare mostly.” He mumbled against your lips as he stepped between your thighs, pressing your back firmly against the counter.
“You hate Shakespeare.” You retorted, gripping his hair tighter as your free hand started to desperately tug and push the fabric of his jacket down from his broad shoulders.
“You love Shakespeare.” He countered.
“Less talking, more kissing please. I gotta say it’s fucking hot that you are reading more. I find that so fucking sexy Joel.”
“Yeah? Think it’s sexy when a rugged old man like me reads Shakespeare?” He helped you remove his jacket completely as he threw it to the floor in a haste.
“You’re not that old, baby. Besides, I like your salt and pepper hair and little gray patches in your beard. You’re so fucking beautiful Joel.”
“I’m pretty fuckin’ old, baby. Old and a little gray, but I still got it n’me to fuck you stupid. Jus’ the way that my girl likes it. Them dogs out there don’t know how to handle a woman of your caliber. Now, hop up that pretty lil’ ass up on that counter f’me.”
“You don’t have to ask me twice Mr. Miller.” You detached your lips from his momentarily as you hoisted yourself up onto the edge of the countertop. You wasted no time to grasp the end of your t-shirt and yank it over your head.
“Someone is fuckin’ eager.” He chuckled as he pulled his sweater and Henley long sleeve over his head. He was feeling like the man he once was again; you were feeling like a woman reborn as he popped the button of your jeans and tugged the zipper down as you reached for his belt in a haste, listening to the familiar metal clanking sound.
“Only ever eager for you Joel. You gonna touch me or just ogle?” You teased with a light giggle as your arms draped around his neck. Your bodies were littered with scars, old and new. Two torn canvases splattered with remnants of a life once solely based upon survival.
Joel tugged your jeans down over your hips before his movements paused as his eyes flitted down to the long scar across your lower abdomen. His fingers brushed across the raised skin before he leaned down and pressed his lips to it. “I love you so fuckin’ much, Gwen.” His lips ghosted across your hip bone.
“I love you so fucking much too, Joel. I need you so bad. Please, baby. Don’t make me beg for it. It’s been too fucking long, and I think I’ll pass out if I don’t have your cock inside of me in the next five minutes.”
“Baby, you’re so generous...givin’ me five minutes to give it to ya?” He looked up at you, grinning like a devil as he slowly peeled your panties down your thighs and past your ankles. “What about your pussy? Think she’s missed me a lot too? Cus’ I’ve missed her so fuckin’ much.” He dragged his fingers southward across your pubic bone, dipping into the sweet sticky slick between your folds. “Mmm. Yeah, I’d say she missed me too. This all f’me?”
Your back instinctively arched towards his touch as your thighs spread open the slightest. Between the cool surface of the countertop, and Joel’s warm touch you were positively dripping for him. “Mhmm..she’s missed you too. So fucking much.” You mewled and slowly reached your hand between your bodies as you palmed him through his briefs. “Give. It. To. Me. Now.”
You nearly growled the words out.
“There she is. There’s my fuckin’ girl. Always know how to get your man goin’ huh? You ain’t even gotta try sweetheart. M’always fuckin’ ready for you.” His lips were on yours once more. Kissing you with the same amount of fervency as he always did. His mouth claimed yours as he freed himself from his briefs. You felt his tip notch between your folds as you took a synchronized broken gasp.
Your hands were grasping at his shoulders, nails scraping at his skin as he slowly sunk himself to the hilt. Joel always had this way of making you feel impossibly filled with him. It was as if your bodies were in fact made for one another, fitting like two puzzle pieces as his forehead pressed lightly against yours. “Fuckin’ Christ. Missed this feelin’ of your pussy huggin’ me like this baby. Always so fuckin’ tight.”
He jutted his hips forward with one harsh thrust that had you both shuddering from the intense pleasurable feeling of being connected once more.
“I’ll—I’ll never get tired of this feeling.” You moaned his name, rolling your hips to meet his thrusts.
“What feelin?’” He rasped.
“Feeling so fucking filled by you. So complete. So warm.”
“S’like you and I were made for each other. All mine, all yours.” His free hand that wasn’t wrapped around your hip drifted down to where your bodies were connected. His thumb easily found your clit as he rubbed it expertly in tight circles.
“Fuck! Yes, keep—keep doing that baby. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop, Joel.” You begged him.
“Ain’t gonna stop. I can’t quit you baby. Can’t quit ya. Never can. Never will. I got you, you got me.” He used what was left of his energy to fuck into you the way that you deserved so that feeling that only he could give you would reside deep within your veins even after your body’s were spent, and he had grown soft in your comforting warmth around him.
He kissed your skin delicately as your sweat slicked bodies stayed pressed together. He kissed your forehead, your cheekbones, your eyelids. Your chin, the tip of your nose and your lips. He cleaned the evidence of yours and his releases from between your thighs before you helped one another redress.
He walked you home, arm draped over your shoulders as your slap-happy giggles and enthusiastic chatter filled the chilled night air with domestic warmth.
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Kubo accidentally creating one of the most rounded three-dimensional female characters in all of shounen (Rukia) and making her the deuteragonist without ever sexualizing her or making her the protagonist's love interest or have healing be her main job is such a puzzling mistake, how did that happen?
#if you could do it with Rukia why couldn't you do it with the rest of your female cast?#I'm assuming its because she originally was supposed to be the main character?#Idk#all I know is that I like Rukia#especially her VA#we need more deep voiced anime girls#Bleach#rukia kuchiki
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Meet Serafina
Serafina
Half-High Elf
28 Years Old
Archfey Warlock In Service To The Summer Queen - Titania
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Black with Blue Highlights
Complexion: Pale
Height: 5’4”
Build: Petite
Identifying Marks: One scar along her right wrist and forearm
TW: suicide/ self-harm
Serafina is the second daughter of a noble house in Baldur’s Gate’s Upper City. Her older sister Samara is the heir of the house, making Serafina the spare child, destined to be wed for whatever cause her Mother decides (money, power, favors).
Since her family’s rise to wealth and power, they have served as Warlock’s to the Queen of Air and Darkness, the Winter Queen, and Titania’s sister. They operate as her agents in the material plane in exchange for the powers that help keep them at the top of society. The family has a tendency to produce female children, especially the firstborn, so Serafina’s Mother is the current Matriarch of the House.
Serafina’s Father was a Moon Elf from Elturel. The marriage was an arranged one, and Serafina’s Father cared neither for his wife nor children, ignoring them to indulge in the luxurious lifestyle his marriage afforded him. Serafina cannot speak or read elvish and is, in fact, very curious about elven trance. The family often marries elves to bring their natural magic to the bloodline as they believe it makes them better Warlocks. Her Mother was unbothered by her husband’s inattention, two healthy births meant he served his purpose.
From a young age, it was emphasized to Serafina that power and privilege were the most important things in life, and you had to be ruthless to get and keep them. Despite early attempts to live up to her Mother’s vision for her, young Sera couldn’t bring herself to be that cold person. She was often punished severely for her inability to do so. Due to her non-compliance, she was kept close to home, only allowed to socialize with other, approved nobles, and never allowed in the Lower City. Most of the time, the family Garden’s were the furthest she was allowed to wander.
At 18, she attempted to run away with a young nobleman she had started an affair with, their moments stolen whenever they were able to meet through the proper social functions. The two planned to live a life adventuring around Faerun. One day, Her Mother had forced her to watch as she punished a servant for theft and in her horror, Sera rushed her bid for freedom. The two were soon caught by their families and never allowed to see one another again.
For months, Sera was kept locked in her bedroom, cut off from the world. The family manor was always cold and dark, as though it were a conduit for the energies of the Winter Court. And in this seemingly endless misery, Sera found a dagger she had hidden away and attempted to take her own life.
The effort was technically a success, and Sera died in a pool of blood in her own bed. Only to awaken the next evening, a necromancer’s foul art used to revive her. After that time, she fell into a numbness and depression that led her to become the child her Mother wanted. Cold and cruel, she served the family’s interest as she was ordered. With her new obedience to her Mother, she was given new freedom she exploited. Often she could be found with a gang of other noble children, tormenting servants, drinking, and harassing any common folk they came across in the Upper City.
During this time, Sera still took refuge in the gardens she loved, fighting the conflict about the person she was coming. One day she met a new gardener, a Tiefling named Ophelia. It was love at first for Sera and she was desperate to make the other woman fall in love with her too. Ophelia was kind and good though, and wanted nothing to do with Sera until she changed her ways. Gradually, she began to distance herself from her court of noble brats, and find herself again. And Ophelia began to return her affection.
All too soon though came the night of Samara’s wedding. She was wed to a cousin of the infamous Vanthampur family. At the grand feast and ball to celebrate the occasion, Sera’s Mother informed her that she too would soon celebrate her marriage, to Cazador Szarr. Cazador was an associate of her Mother’s and Sera sensed something wrong and awful about him. That night, he had loaned the family his servants for an evening, among them a pale, white-haired Elf that Sera barely noticed. In the morning, Ophelia had disappeared, and Sera would never hear from her again.
Months later, Cazador hosted a ball to formally meet his betrothed. In deepest misery Sera attended, the atmosphere full of a hungry evil causing her to hold back panicked tears. She didn’t see the same servants as at her sister’s wedding, the pale Elf included, staring with wicked glee at her predicament. The ball lasted until sun rise, Sera being forced to dance over and over again with her husband to be.
That morning, as the dawn lit the gardens, Sera stood among the same flowers that had witnessed her love for Ophelia, and wept. There was nothing she could do, even if she tried to die again, her Mother would revive her. It was then that Titania herself appeared to her, offering a deal. She could leave her family, pledge herself as Titania’s Warlock, and have her freedom. Titania would cast a Fey glamour over her, causing all who knew her to forget her, but she could never speak of her past, lest the glamour be broken. She could leave Baldur’s Gate and live a life of adventure, look for Ophelia even. All Titania asked in return was that she return to the city one day to raise a house up in Titania’s service, just as her current house served the Winter Queen.
She accepted, and was whisked away to the Feywild to see Titania’s kingdom and receive her powers. There she also pledged to never forget the example of Ophelia, who strove with intention to be kind and good to all people. Days passed in Baldur’s Gate and she was returned with a pouch of gold in a rented room in Wyrm’s Crossing. Ready to leave the city and start a new life, she left the Inn, only for everything to go dark. When next she woke, she was on the Mindflayer ship.
Sera tried to see the best in all her companions, even if some of them were easier to get along with than others. Karlach and Wyll were dear friends from the moment they. Gale and her grew close, despite his yearning for her. Other’s took some time.
Although initially Sera thought of Astarion as the most beautiful man she’d ever seen, his prickly nature put her off and she resigned that not all of them would be her friends. When he attempted to bite her though, she was moved by compassion when she looked into his mind. It hadn’t been intentional, she was genuinely a bit afraid of him at the moment, but she did decide to help after seeing it.
As Astarion warmed to Sera, her feelings for him softened. When he propositioned her though, she was under no delusion he meant all those pretty words. After all his lewd comments, she figured he was just looking for some fun on the road, and it was the sort of thing that her Mother would hate. Fucking one of Cazador’s lowly Spawn.
Despite her acknowledgement that Astarion was using her, Sera began to fall for him. He was fun, and she liked his wit, and the little bit of danger about him. But she also saw how hard he was trying to make his life his own, a striving they shared. And she saw the moments where he was, even against his own claims, a good person.
When he finally confessed what he had done, it felt like her heart was being ripped out, but she saw how afraid he was at that moment. She chose to keep loving him, to give their relationship another chance. As their relationship grew, Astarion saw more of the real Sera, and the suffering she hid. He tried to be a better partner, to be someone she could lean on, like he leaned on her.
When the Netherbrain fell, and Astarion began to burn, Sera was devastated, but could do nothing as Karlach’s infernal engine began to fail. With a heavy heart, she persuaded her to go to Avernus with Wyll, and took off to find Astarion. She promised to never leave his side, no matter what, from then on.
Shortly, they would go to explore Faerun, to live a life of adventure, and find a way for him to walk in the sun again.
#bg3#baldurs gate 3#astarion#tav#bg3 tav#astarion x tav#astarion x original female character#tavstarion#bg3 tav: Serafina#my tav#my fanfic#my writing#write your tav
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whats ur beef?
My favourite manga lost the plot so now i cope by being a hater 👍
#long answer is i have beef with the direction that the bsd manga has taken#it only superficially resembles the beloved mystery and character-driven detective agency story with atsushi as the main character#i'm dissatisfied with major developments like killing off fyodor and reviving him and pulling this#PSYCH his ability wasn't what you thought it was. with zero foreshadowing or buildup#because the manga has become full of marvel-movie type plot twists that serve little to no coherent narrative purpose except shock factor#it cheapens the story and it cheapens the development of characters and it cheapens the reader's experience#because we can't speculate and we can't draw connections and parallels and engage with the story on a deeper level#what connections there exist (for example between manga and anime) are shoehorned in after the popularity of the anime and#specific characters (e.g. fyodor who was shoehorned into untold origins in the anime) and mostly the characters who bring in money#i.e. fyodor and dazai and chuuya and their relationships especially soukoku. all this at the expense of characters like atsushi or#the majority of the female cast. who have been MIA for god knows how long and who were barely given frame each in the anime's finale#bsd treatment of its female characters has been subpar shounen level at best and now they're completely sidelined#as with most of the original cast and the original themes of the story. in fact i struggle to identify a coherent overarching theme#for the current arc. other than military action scifi movie go brrrr#compared to early arcs where each chapter had a meaningful message to say about the importance of living and what it means to stay alive and#keep going and why we are fighting to keep important people in our lives and to keep ourselves alive#and what it means to belong somewhere and what it means to be good or bad and how your place of belonging affects that#as a long term reader i just feel betrayed and disappointed. by how a story with complex and vibrant characters has become another#generic cashgrab shounen. and i mourn for the lost potential it had and everything the series has build up#only to have plot points abandoned at a whim.#so that's why i'm a hater now 👍#i know a lot of my bsd mutuals are still big fans of bsd so i try not to be obnoxious about it and mainly keep it comedic#like i don't actually hate the manga. because it's so important to me. and i respect the creators of the manga and anime#but it's frustrating to watch a train wreck in real time. and it's my blog i can hate what i want 😔#sorry if there are typos i wrote all this on mobile and can't edit the tags. i didn't wanna put any of this in the main post
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She
#Saw someone call a 2000s (optional!) female pc 'the original gaming girlboss' and got so annoyed i had to draw the One True OG Bad Bitch#does samus aran mean NOTHING TO YOU#Put some respect on our queen's name#absolutely no hate on the character they were talking about! but know your herstory#dont wanna hate on the original post so just being shady in mine lol#metroid#posca markers on grey tone paper
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If this gorilla guy dies I’m biting Wes Ball’s toes off
#So many gorillas died in the Caesar trilogy 😭 can we give these guys a break please...#ALSO? WHERE THE HECK ARE THE FEMALE GORILLAS??! 💀#AM I CRAZY OR DID WE NOT SEE A SINGLE ONE IN THE PREVIOUS TRILOGY?? OR ORIGINAL MOVIES?#It’s been a while since I’ve seen the originals and Tim Burton one but like. Hello. Where are they#Wes Ball give me female gorillas and gorilla characters that don’t die I will be forever in your service#Pota#kingdom of the planet of the apes#shut up snail#originally was gonna write “bite Wes Ball’s balls off”#I think In the Revelations tie in book there’s a mention of. ONE. Count em#one!!!#female gorilla 🗿#planet of the apes
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Saturday Seven 01
Hello, folks. Meet my own writing's event - the 'Saturday Seven'.
This event is the self-challenging to conquere my laziness procastinating, by writing a seven-paragraphs story, just like Sunday Six. The contents aren't released weekly, due to my careers (I'm really truly sorry.) But, I hope you would enjoy. 😊😊😊
Fandom: Star Wars
Pairing : Cassian Andor x F!Reader
Request: No. But based on this promt; "Just let me hold you for a minute."
Summaries: Cassian has a nightmare, even it is passing by for many years.
Warning: Andor season 1 spoilers.
Rate: T
Words: 190
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As Cassian reached out for her hands, she had drifted away. He kept shouting her name. Only darkness left, and he always woke up in the middle of the night. Panting, sweating, breathing harder and harder, he sat up. Expecting Y/N to sleep, he was wrong. She sat up just like him.
“Love, I’m alright. Back to sleep.” He said while she had starred at him, concerningly.
“No, you aren’t.” She pursed her lips. “Kerri, isn’t it?”
Cassian silently replied; nodding. Y/N reached out to grab his hand. She knew by her heart. When he had dreamt about his long-lost young sister back from Kenari, it was an entire nightmare. This time was gravely. She saw the tears on his cheeks. So, she stopped him, beckoning him back to bed.
"I don't understand."
“Just let me hold you for a minute, before you go making yourself busy. Tonight, you need it.”
He hesitated a bit, but finally following her request. She hugged him tightly and caressing his back. He really needed it indeed, since he felt better than the past minutes – he even let a soft sigh escaped his mouth.
Thank you for reading. Likes, reblogs and comments are appreciated! English is my second language. If there are mistakes or confusion, please feel free to correct me. 😊
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Vindy eating milanesa with all her beauty.
What a big coincidence, 3 hours before I've seen this "Draw your OC like this" post and 2 hours before it got posted, I watched the actual Sailor Moon episode with this scene! Ep 27, season 1.
I got surprised this became a meme. I found it on @/Jaq_artz 's Twitter.
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Right Side of My Neck
so yeah I did that. it's a 420 weed sex fic. let's go.
Rating: E
Pairing: Astarion/Ori (female OC)
Word Count: 1.8k
Content: 18+, post-canon, established relationship, AU or possible future for NYS we don't know?, oral sex, PIV sex, mirror sex, stoned sex, recreational drug use, safe sane consensual.
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Ori reclines on a chaise in their shared flat and gazes out the window as dusk approaches, the last strips of orange-red glow fading on the horizon beyond the city’s rooftops. Her knees are folded up to her chest and she smiles, eyes half-lidded as she raises a hand-rolled cigarette to her mouth and takes another drag, holding it in her lungs for a few seconds before she parts her lips and lets the smoke flow out over them, spilling like a waterfall.
Stars begin to blink into the stretching black sky like someone’s poking holes through the dark to let the pinlight past.
From the other room, Astarion approaches in his loose casualwear, holding a silver goblet in each hand. He dangles one beside Ori’s shoulder and she reaches up with her free hand, taking it and smelling the contents. A rich, dry red. Her favorite.
“You always know the exact thing,” she says, raising her face to pay him an adoring smile.
He stands above her and strokes his fingers through her hair, tilting his head. “I know you. And I am glad for it.”
Ori hums, taking a sip of her wine before she sets it on the nightcast windowsill. She takes his hand and pulls him downward until he chuckles and sinks to his knees beside her, leaning in close to brush their noses together before he sits back and drinks from his own goblet.
“You,” he teases at a lilt. “Smell like devilweed.”
“Do I?” she teases back with a smirk, bringing the cigarette in for another light drag. She releases the smoke out of the side of her mouth. “Pity. That shit makes me so silly in the head.”
“Tragic,” he agrees sadly. “I do prefer you oh-so-serious.”
“I know, but it’s been such a long day,” she says. “Hasn’t it?”
He takes another drink. “Wouldn’t know. I just woke up.”
“Lazy little house lad,” Ori says. “Come here.”
Astarion lets her lift his chin and tilt his mouth toward hers. She sucks in a draw, embers glowing red in the dark, and holds it on her tongue. When she puts her thumb on his bottom lip, he lets her prise it open and blow the smoke into his mouth, punctuating it with a light lick followed by a kiss.
He could hold it for an eternity, really, but he doesn’t. When he breathes out, the smoke curls between them and fills the room with its resinous, sticky scent.
“Mmmm,” he says. “What was that for?”
“You’ve some catching up to do,” she says, placing the cigarette in his mouth. He takes a drag of his own and then removes it with two fingers, tapping it against a nearby tray and setting it aside, still burning.
“Budge up,” he says, crawling up on the chaise next to her. “The stars won’t watch themselves.”
She chuckles and turns back to the window, scooting in closer so he can lay behind her. Within ten minutes, he’s pressing soft kisses to her bare shoulder and stroking down the length of her arm with his fingertips, tracing the twining lines of her tattoos to her wrists and back up again. He wriggles in tighter, murmuring lightly as he buries his face in her curls.
“Why do you always smell so good?” he groans beside her ear.
Ori shakes with giggles, her nose wrinkled up in delight. “That was quick.”
“You know what that shit does to me,” he purrs, nipping her gently on the ear before he reaches a hand around to tilt her face toward him so he can kiss her, licking languidly into her mouth to taste the weed and wine on her tongue.
She leans her head to the side to suck lightly along his neck. “I might have counted on it, admittedly.”
“Cheeky,” he breathes as he hooks his fingers into her loose trousers and pulls them down over her hips. “I like it.”
“I…” Ori cups his jaw in her hand and guides him in for a rolling wave of a kiss. “... like your mouth.”
He grins and lays his weight across her, shifting to one side so he can reach out over her head to pick up the smoldering roach, and takes a hit out of the side of his mouth before replacing it. He holds Ori’s eye as he moves down her body and stops where her split shirt lies open, exposing her from the ribcage down. Astarion tilts his head barely to one side, curls his tongue, and purses his lips, shaping the smoke as it flows along the dip between Ori’s ribs and folds back on itself.
Ori watches him briefly disappear behind the cloud as he laps at the skin below her navel in an open-mouthed kiss, moaning softly while he moves his mouth down to the crux of her thighs. He doesn’t even bother with pretense, his skilled tongue finding all her favorite places like he has her mapped from memory. She arches and whines, her thighs clamping around his ears as she reaches her hands down to tangle into his curls.
The devilweed twines through their blood, making everything go dilated and stretched taut. Every touch a caress, every stroke a spark. Astarion lights her up with lips and tongue, unable to stop grinning against her as he loses himself in touch and taste, scent and sound. His fingers reach along the outer edge of her thigh and he scratches over the skin there, eliciting a cry from Ori above him.
He furrows his brow and dips his other hand between his legs, running a palm over his hardened length, and oh, that’s nice, but that’s not…
Astarion loosens his bindings for some relief and returns his attentions fully. Ori’s wrapped one leg entirely around the back of his neck and her head’s thrown back as she cries out her pleasure. She’s been riding the swell for such a long, lingering moment, and he does something phenomenal, something like a firm stroke and soft flick, and she comes beautifully.
He doesn’t stop, even when she’s shaking around him. The fingers in his hair tighten, but she doesn’t pull him away. Time slows and all he knows is the smell of her and the taste of her and her thighs embracing him.
He makes her come again, then once more for good measure.
“Gods, enough,” Ori gasps, struggling to sit up and pulling him up by the shirt and using her hands and her bare feet and whatever else she can to help him disrobe above her.
Astarion feels her palms run up his torso from waist to chest and he shuts his eyes and lolls his head forward, her touch leaving a lasting stripe of pleasure wherever it goes. He barely registers it while she maneuvers him back onto one of the large cushions and slides off the side for a better angle.
Then he feels her mouth on his cock and all is right. Astarion arches himself back onto the cushions and sighs, spreading his legs and looking down the length of his body to see Ori flick her eyes up at him while she takes him, her lips so soft and sweet over his hardened length.
She was always beautiful in sunlight, and she’s beautiful still in starlight.
“Salen arael,” he says, swallowing around the dryness in his mouth.
Ori shutters her eyes and hums around him and it’s like feeling music set to the tune of lust. Astarion rolls his eyes back and smiles lazily, focusing on the indescribable pleasure of her mouth and the giddy joyous rush it is to love her. Both sides move together inside him, a coin spinning and spinning on its edge.
She gazes up at him as her tongue glides along his skin and she sees everything he never wanted her to, so long ago.
A man completely undone, his carefully managed hair askew and hanging loose in his eyes from sleep and sex, shirt come loose and hanging about his shoulders, eyes lidded and adoring, limbs heavy with the assurance of safety.
Ori takes him deep and takes her time pulling back and away. Without even needing to communicate it, Astarion is pulling her up by the wrists and turning her around, hands scrabbling at her hips as he guides her down onto his lap. She reaches between their legs to hold him steady while she sinks down onto him and they both moan out their want as she takes it all and their hips press flush.
Astarion would like it very much if he had the mental fortitude for a clever line or two, but at present, the best he’s got is “fuck with you very good,” which he doesn’t feel is up to his usual standard. Instead, he reaches around to cup her breast as he lets his body take over, rolling up into her and melting, melting.
When she reaches around behind her so she can wrap her hand about the nape of Astarion’s neck, Ori cracks her eyes open as she pants from the sensations washing over her and spots herself in the mirror across the way. Her shirt laid fully open, one breast bouncing a little more than the other as her hips rock upward, compelled by an invisible force.
“Ah fuck, that’s hot,” she gasps.
“Huhn?” Astarion grunts in question from where his face is buried in the crook of her neck as he fucks her.
“Don’t stop,” she responds.
He doesn’t. They fall into a slow, rhythmic rock, moving in tandem and enjoying one another, their minds and bodies in a relaxed sort of flow.
The impending promise of orgasm begins to prove too tempting to resist soon enough. Astarion wraps his arms about her torso and kisses at her neck, trailing one hand down between her legs.
Ori laughs, the sound achingly familiar. “Hells, four? You’re asking four?”
“Four is an excellent number,” he gasps. “Humor me. Soon.”
She lolls back against him and lets his careful fingers work one final reward from her.
Ori’s groan is long and low as she shudders from core outward, the heat of her warming him where he’s buried inside her. Astarion sighs out his rapidly approaching peak.
With effort, Ori turns her head to press her mouth against his ear and says, “Come inside.”
He presses hard up into her and holds her in place with his hands on her hips as he goes rigid and then shudders with a groan that’s one part incredible relief and one part disdain at a horrible pun.
Their rocking slows and he stays wrapped around her for a minute or two while they tease one another with aftershocks now and again.
“That joke is so bloody stupid,” Astarion croaks at her without moving, his head resting against her shoulder.
“Works every time, though, doesn’t it?” she teases.
He grumps noncommittally as he rolls them both back onto the chaise.
#astarion smut#bg3 smut#astarion x tav#astarion x oc#astarion x female oc#astarion x original female character#astarion x f!tav#kitten writes#not your sweetheart
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Velvet malachite knight✨
#in celebration of the houseki no kuni news#lemme put my little velvet malachite daughter in your timeline#she’s my little skrunkly#houseki no kuni oc#houseki no kuni#land of the lustrous#artists on tumblr#digital art#female artists#illustration#character design#ocs#original character
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Not-so-happy Hotch pt. 2
In which Y/N and Spencer are in a predicament
Warnings: kinda smut, fluff, angst, bodily liquid getting on clothing (if you know what I mean🤭), mean Hotch, Derek being a teaser, lmk if I missed anything!!
Spencer Reid x fem!hotch!reader
This picture was made by @thbidkbutok
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“Y/N, Hotch is going to kill me.” He groaned, pressing his fingers against the dark purple marks littered all over his neck and chest. He stood there in the mirror with nothing but his boxers on.
It was true. Hotch would absolutely kill him. Truth is, Y/N got a little carried away the night before. “I’m sorry! I swear, I didn’t mean to that!”
He chuckled. “How do you accidentally bite someone?”
“Like this!” She leaned over and bit his bicep gently. He jumped a bit and looked at her.
“No, but seriously. You might wanna start planning my funeral.” He said, fingers ghosting over the hickies.
Y/N rolled her eyes and smiled. “Oh shut up and wear a turtleneck!” She giggled, kissing his shoulder.
.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.
It was hard to keep her hands off of Spencer when they walked into the building every day. And he knew it was hard for her. She craved the feeling of his mmm. So, he decided that they’d leave early so they they could still have time for each other’s company and live in the morning before they’d walk into work. Sometimes they’d drink coffee and eat donuts and sometimes they’d just full on fuck in the backseat.
Today was one of those days.
Her breathless moans filled the entire car. “Fuck, Spencer!” She cried, her nails scraping down his back. He relentlessly drilled into her over and over again. Her hands clenched his biceps as his arms held him over her, gripping the door behind her.
“Y/N/N, I’m so close—“ He grunted out, one hand coming from behind her head to rest on her chin, thumb rubbing her bottom lip.
“Spence, I’m gonna c-“ Before she could even get the words out of her mouth, her hot release came and she squeezed her eyes shut, feeling Spencer pull out. They forgot to restock the car condoms.
Soon, he finished and Y/N gasped when she realized that he accidentally came all over her blouse. “Spencer!” He blushed a dark shade of pink.
“Oh shit! Baby, I’m so sorry! Oh my— do you have another work shirt?” She shook her head as he climbed off of her, pulling up his pants.
She inhaled deeply and looked at him. “Remember those shirts I bought us for your birthday?” She asked, a small embarrassed smile on her face. “They’re still in the trunk.”
He tilted his head and parted his lips. “Y/N, you can’t wear that in there!” He shook his head. “Your dad will actually kill me. For real this time.”
“Would you rather me go in there with your cum all over my shirt or would you rather me go in there wearing a shirt with the word daddy on it?” She asked, tearing off the shirt that she was wearing.
“Y/N, i really don’t think this is a good idea.” He grabbed her arm as she went to get out of the car.
She turned back to him. “Spencer, I couldn’t care less what my dad thinks. If he fires me, he fires me. I’m not a child. That’s on him, okay?” He sighed.
“Well… if you’re gonna wear yours…” He drew out, closing his eyes, not actually believing he was about to walk into the BAU in a T-shirt.
Y/N gave him a small smile and leaned forward to give him a big, passionate kiss. “I love you, Spencer Reid.”
“I obviously love you more.” He joked, climbing out of the car so she didn’t have to get out half naked.
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In their line of work, yes, there was a dress code. But seeing as the particular circumstances prevented them from dressing appropriately, they walked hand in hand into the bullpen.
Y/N avoided any and all eye contact that might have been made with her because her shirt said “BUT DADDY I LOVE HIM” her entire body was hot.
Spencer looked red as a tomato with “My Girlfriend is Hotter than you” plastered in all caps across his shirt.
Derek glanced up from his desk he’s leaned on for just a second. But then, his head slowly lifted back up. His eyebrows increasingly furrowed, his face full of concern.
He read Y/N’s shirt first before looking at Spencer’s. “What… the… hell.” He kicked off of his desk and hurried in front of them. “What are you guys… wearing!?” He asked, trying his hardest not to laugh.
Y/N pushed a finger to her lips. “Shhh! Derek, if you get me in trouble, I will hurt you!” She whispered harshly.
Spencer just nodded his head. “There was an incident… and this was all she had in the car.” He said, glancing at the floor repeatedly.
Derek squinted. “Wait a minute…” He drew out. “You two were doin’ it in the car, weren’t you!?” He asked, eyes widening.
Y/N clenched her jaw and rolled her eyes. “Shut up! I will actually punch you in the throat— oh shit, here comes Rossi.” She dropped Spencer’s hand and folded hers in front of her.
“Sweetheart! You’re h—“ He stopped and furrowed his eyebrows. “What the hell are you two wearing?”
Y/N heated even more and she looked up at Spencer. “I’m beginning to think the other shirt was a better idea.”
The other two began asking each other questions and snickering about the shirts. Emily and JJ and Penelope also joined when they saw then couple.
Her breath hitched when her father’s office door opened and he stepped out. Spencer was busy looking at the very interesting floor when he came closer. “What’s going on over here?” Hotch asked, joining the group that surrounded his daughter and her boyfriend.
He eyed both of them with a stone cold look and then looked at what they were were wearing. “Office.” He turned right back around and headed towards his previous place. He paused and realized that he didn’t hear any footsteps behind him. “Now.”
Y/N inhaled deeply and grabbed Spencer’s hand, pulling him with her behind her father. He was silent until they reached his office.
They went in and sat in the chairs immediately, feeling like a couple of kids who got called to the principal’s office. “Okay, I’m just gonna say it…” He sighed, sitting in his chair. “You thought it was appropriate to wear shirts with words on them to work? The word d-daddy and girlfriend are not appropriate here, you do understand that, right?”
“I spilled coffee on my shirt.” Y/N lied, thinking her excuse would suffice.
Hotch narrowed his eyes and looked at Spencer. “And what happened to his shirt?”
She swallowed. “I also… spilled coffee on his shirt.” Her nod concluded her second lie.
Hotch inhaled and popped his eyebrows up. “Okay.” He shrugged. “Find new clothes and get to work.” He commanded. Y/N rolled her eyes and Spencer got up quickly, leaving the room.
Y/N got up as well but her father called to her. “Y/N?”
“Yes?” She answered.
“If you wanna be a behavior analyst, I suggest you learn how to lie better.”
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Yuuuuuh pt. 2!!!
Love @thbidkbutok for requesting this!!!
Thanks for reading bbgs!!! Love ya bunches!!
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Open Your Heart, Part 1
Mob!Bucky Barnes x Female OC
Word Count: 3,299
This first chapter is so long omg.
This first chapter has no warnings. Future chapters will include the following; Cursing, mentions of abuse, violence, weapons, smut, angst, fluff.. I will add more as needed!
Kind of a summary? Idk. I’m still thinking.
‘Arranged marriages are never easy. This one is no exception. Both sides will have to relearn their ways, and learn to trust each other. Bucky has all the love to give, but Katherine doesn’t know how to accept real love. She’s never been loved by anyone other than her best friend. Will she learn to open her heart, to New Yorks most notorious Mob Boss? Or is she too scared, that he’s just like everyone else?’
A/N; This is my FIRST Bucky story. As well as my first AU story. If this first part does well, I’ll keep on going. I’m incredibly beyond nervous about this. Constructive criticism welcome, but please be nice. Please re-post and comment :)
I do NOT give permission for my work to be copied and posted on here or any other site, even if you give me credit. PLEASE just reblog if you want to share my story!!
Will happily start a tag list if anyone is interested!
✨Part 2 here✨
“Yeah, it’s getting pretty chilly out.”
Katherine tossed her keys onto her dresser as she held the phone between her ear and shoulder, flipping through the stack of mail in her hands.
“Perfect night for a book and hot chocolate.”
Katherine chuckled softly, “Sage, do you ever really need an excuse to do that?”
She could hear laughter on the other side of the phone, “Not really. But it’s the aesthetic!”
She rolled her eyes at her friend, humming softly as she sorted a few bills, until her eyes landed on an envelope that stood out. It was a deep, blood red color with a silver wax seal on it. Her name was written on it, so she didn’t hesitate to open it.
“Anything interesting?”
She hummed in response, “Possibly..”
Her fingers gently tugged the paper out from the envelope, her curiosity spiking. She unfolded the paper, and her eyes soon began to go over the words.
“Oh my god,” she gasped softly, a bit breathless, “Its him.. It’s a letter from HIM!”
As soon as she got the words out, her phone began chiming in her ear, signaling that Sage was converting the call to a video call. Katherine answered it, and propped the phone up on her dresser.
“Well, what did he say?” Sage looked at her curiously, “Its about the wedding, right?”
Katherine looked at the letter, and let out a soft breath.
“It says..”
“My Dearest Katherine,
I know that we’ve both been waiting for this moment, at least.. I know that I have. I wanted to give you the space you deserve, and to not rush you. If you’re ready for me, I’m here, and I’d like for you to come stay with me. I’ll take care of anything you need, or want, to make this transition easier and more comfortable. Just let me know when you’re ready.
Sincerely yours,
James Buchanan Barnes
My number: xxx-xxx-xxxx”
Both girls were silent for a moment. Katherine’s thoughts were overwhelmed by excitement, the moment she’d been waiting for was finally here.. While Sages thoughts were quite the opposite.
“The mob boss Bucky Barnes?!” Sage exclaimed, finally processing the words from the letter. “YOU'RE MARRYING A MOB BOSS?”
“Seems so..” Katherine grabbed the phone, and immediately put the number in, sending him a text.
“I don’t know Katie, this is.. Are you sure? You’ve heard all of the stories..”
Katherine rolled her eyes, “I can’t break the deal. It’s not mine to negotiate anyways..” she let out a soft sigh, “I know. I remember them, we’ve all heard the stories..”
Sage let out a long breath, worry written all over her face, “Well.. When do you think you want to go? I’m sure he’d understand if you wanted more time.”
Katherine bit the inside of her cheek, having already received a few text messages from him, “In a few hours.”
Sages face fell, “What?”
“He’s sending a driver over at 3,” She began moving around her room, and began the process of packing, “It’s not like I have much to pack anyways.”
“You already texted him? Katherine-“
Katherine shook her head, cutting her off, “You know how long I’ve been waiting for this. Yes, it’s.. Interesting.. Who he turned out to be.. But this is still my only chance to get out… A chance to be happy.”
As much as Sage wanted to argue, disagree, and try to talk her out of it.. She knew that she was right.
“If he can make you happy..” Sage let out a soft sigh, before a smile spread on her lips, “Make sure to tell me everything! I want to know what he’s like, what his house is like! I’ve heard it’s a huge mansion..”
As Sage began to go on and on about all the different rumors they’ve all heard about him, Katherine’s mind was occupied with other thoughts.
I hope I don’t disappoint him.
If I just keep my head down, and listen, I’m sure it’ll be fine.
I wonder if he’ll like me..
Will we be happy together?
“I bet the arm thing isn’t real. You know how mobs like to spread stories to scare people.”
Sage's last words made Katherine chuckle, “I suppose I’ll be finding out which rumors are true or not, hmm?”
“Yeah, you’ll have to let me know if his eyes are really that blue.” Sage let out a soft dreamy sigh, “I wonder what he really looks like. It seems to depend on who you ask.”
Katherine hummed softly, imagining the man as she packed, “Yeah, if they’re on his good side, or his bad side.”
Both girls chuckled a bit, continuing to talk about all the different possibilities that might happen. Katherine continued packing as they spoke, finding that she really didn’t have much to pack. She didn’t have many clothes, most of it being her work uniforms. A couple pairs of jeans, a few t-shirts (All of which had something to do with music), a single long sleeved shirt, and her oversized nightshirts. She only had three pairs of shoes; A pair of purple converse sneakers (which were on her feet), her black combat boots, and her work shoes. Thankfully, she still had her black dress and heels from when Sage forced her to get them. She could still hear Sages words from that day, ‘This dress would look killer on you, your curves will pop, and drive any man crazy!’ She had only tried the dress on once, never having an occasion to wear it. So, including the heels, she actually had four pairs of shoes.
Great.
A loud knock on the front door made both girls fall silent, but Sage was quick to realize.
“It’s three..”
Katherine sucked in a breath, nodding her head, “Okay… Okay. I’ll talk to you later, I promise!”
Sage sighed, nodding her head, “You’d better.. I’ll send a search party! Don’t forget your art bag!”
The call ended after the both girls said ‘I love you’, and Katherine made a beeline to the front door, bags in hand. She opened it to find a man, a bit older than her, with a nice suit on.
He offered a small smile, “Miss Connors?”
She nodded her head, “Yes sir.” Returning the smile, before realizing..
Dad.
She let out a soft sigh, “I have to do something really quick, then I’m ready.”
The man nodded his head, and reached for her bags, “I’ll take these, and meet you at the car.”
She turned on her heel, walking through the house. Her father was passed out in his recliner in the living room, a beer threatening to fall from his hand and onto the floor. Shaking her head at the sight, she decided to just leave him a note, instead of waking him.
‘Mr. Barnes finally reached out.
I accepted.
That’s where I’ll be when you wake up.’
She placed the note in front of the television, before walking back through the house. Grabbing her leather jacket, and her ‘art’ bag as Sage called it, she went out the front door. The man at the car gave her another smile, opening the back door for her. As she stepped in, she took one last look at the house, before nodding to herself and letting the man close the door.
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The car ride was silent for the most part, the man asking her a few times if she was alright or if she needed anything. New York City seemed to disappear behind them as they went, the drive lasting about 20 minutes. Katherine’s eyes widened as the car rolled to a stop.. He really did have a mansion.
“Alright Miss. Connors.” The man got out of the car, as her eyes observed the large home. It was old, Victorian era old. Equal parts elegant, beautiful, and creepy. The driver, whom she had learned to be Joe, opened her door for her, offering a warm smile. She got out, and was greeted by a crisp breeze. She was glad to have her leather jacket on.
“Thanks for the ride.” She said to him, a small grin on her lips as she grabbed her bags.
“Anytime, ma’am. Mr. Barnes is my favorite client.”
She gave him a small nod before turning to walk towards the house. As she walked up the front steps,, the nerves finally began to break through. She took in a deep breath as she raised her fisted hand to knock, but the door opened in front of her, startling her.
“You must be Katherine!” An older woman, probably in her late 50s or so, gave her a wide grin.
“Yes ma’am, that’s me.” She returned the grin, trying to conceal her nerves.
“Come in, come in…” The woman motioned her inside, and as she stepped in, she closed the door. “I’m Annette, one of Mr. Barnes housekeepers.”
Katherine’s eyes wandered around the entryway, “It’s nice to meet you.”
Annette stood there, silent for a moment. As if she were allowing Katherine to study the home. “Mr. Barnes is currently in a meeting, so I’ll show you to your room!”
Katherine gave her a small smile, nodding her head to the woman. She followed along behind her, looking around as they went. It was pretty modern inside, compared to the old style of the outside. The first room was huge; a long fireplace along the far wall. It seemed to have been set up to hold guests, maybe for meetings or get-togethers. There were staircases on either side of the room, and they started the descent up the left side. Once at the top, she realized that both sides met on the same floor. There didn’t seem to be much personal touch in the home; No family photos in sight.
“Here we are, the last door on the left. The room on the right is an office area that he never uses, the other door on the left is another entrance into your bathroom. I usually keep it locked.”
Katherine blinked a few times, before hesitantly opening the door to the bedroom.. her eyes widened once again, seeing how large it was. It was almost like a suite at a hotel; having a lounge area with a couch, recliner and television. A wall separated that space from an area with a ginormous bed. It must’ve been a California king, she’d never seen a bed so large. As she walked around, Annette came in as well, opening the curtains.
“This door here is your closet,” she said as she turned the knob, revealing a walk in closet. “And over here is your bathroom.”
Katherine was shocked, her eyes trying to take in the massive space, “A-And this room… Is mine?”
Annette let out a soft chuckle, “Yes dear.”
Confusion then came across Katherine’s face, realizing that she and her future husband had separate rooms. Annette must’ve noticed this, because she offered a kind smile.
“Mr. Barnes is a good man, Katherine. He wanted you to have your own space, he didn’t want to pressure you into anything until you were ready.”
Katherine nodded slowly, setting her bags down on the foot of the bed- Her bed. She gave Annette a big grin, when the initial shock had finally subsided. She let out a giggle, doing a twirl as she took one long look at the room. Annette chuckled softly, watching the woman.
“It was overwhelming to me too, back in the day. I’d never seen such spacious rooms.” She shrugged her shoulders.
Katherine let out a long sigh, a smile tugging at her lips, “This is.. It is a lot. This room is half the size of my house!”
Both women chuckled for a moment, until there was a knock at the door. Katherine’s eyes moved to look at who it was, somehow knowing that it wasn’t him. A tall man leaned in the doorway, golden blonde hair that went just past his ears, and a neat beard on his face.
“Mr. Rogers.” Annette nodded her head toward him, giving him a small smile.
“Annette,” he returned the smile, then his eyes landed on Katherine, “So you’re the one who’s marrying my best friend.”
Katherine’s nerves slowly creeped their way back into her mind, nodding her head silently. She wasn’t sure what to say, her eyes flickering between the man and Annette.
He walked towards her, extending a hand, “I’m Steve.” He gave her a warm grin, and it helped settle her silly nerves.
“It’s nice to meet you,” she said, taking his hand and shaking it.
“I hope you’re finding everything to your liking. Buck sent me to extend his apologies, his meetings running later than expected.” Steve let out a soft sigh as their hands fell, “He wanted to greet you when you arrived.”
Katherine nodded her head, running a hand through her long brown hair, “It’s alright, I understand.” She shrugged, though secretly she was quite anxious and excited to finally set her eyes on him.
Steve’s eyes wandered around the room, before settling on her bags, “Are there more bags downstairs? I can go get them if you’d like.”
Katherine was slightly embarrassed, “Oh, uhm.. No.. That’s all I’ve got.”
Silent words seemed to be exchanged, Steve understanding the expression on her face. Katherine didn’t want to have to explain to anyone that she was dirt poor and didn’t have many possessions. Steve didn’t seem to want to press the issue.
“Well, I’ve got to get back to work. I’ll see you around dear! Steve will take good care of you.” Annette gave them both a smile, before leaving the room.
Katherine let out a breath, before making a clicking sound with her tongue, “Welp,” she moved to start unpacking her bags, “I s’pose I’ll start unpacking while I wait.” She shrugged her shoulders, before letting out a soft chuckle. Her phone was going off in her pocket, and she knew who it was. She pulled the device out, to see text messages from Sage.
‘Everything good?’
‘Are you there yet??’
‘KATIE’
‘…Has he swooped you off your feet yet?’
‘DETAILS WOMAN!’
Katherine laughed, reading the messages. Steve quirked an eyebrow curiously, wondering what was going on. She looked over to him as she texted Sage back.
‘I haven’t met him yet! Just settling into my room. I’ll video call you before bed!’
“Oh, it’s just my best friend chomping at the bit. Sage is a very protective friend, and if I don’t answer, I’m sure she’d manage to find out where I am.”
Steve let out a soft chuckle, nodding his head, “Oh, I understand that.”
Katherine hummed softly, “I’m sure she’d like to see where I’m living now.. Do you think he’d be alright if she came over some time?” She looked at Steve, wondering what he thought. But Steve’s eyes were now on his own phone.
“You can ask him yourself,” he said, sliding the device back into his pocket, “He’s out of his meeting, and would like for me to escort you to his office.”
Katherine nodded her head slowly, “Uhm, then lead the way.”
Steve gave her a smile, before doing just that. He led her down the hallway, and back down the staircase. Her fingers began fumbling with the hem of her shirt, ‘The Andrews Sisters’ logo quite faded on the front of the old clothing. As she followed him through the house, her anxiety came creeping back into her mind. Thoughts of her mysterious suitor flooded her brain, wondering what their first interaction might be like. She was lost in her thoughts as Steve led her into a room, her eyes wandering around as she observed the new area. There were bookcases covering the walls, hundreds of books filling them. She smiled, looking at all the old covers. She could’ve sworn she had spotted an old copy of ‘Great Tales and Poems of Edgar Allen Poe’.
“Katherine?”
Her eyes snapped to where she had heard her name, and the nerves turned into butterflies in the pit of her stomach. Standing before her, leaning against a large wooden desk, was a man. Probably the most attractive man she’d ever laid eyes on. He had dark hair, a quiff of dark locks settled at the top. His eyes were an icy Blue, staring into her hazel brown orbs. He had quite the jawline, a short beard covering it. His arms were crossed against his chest, one of which seemed to reflect the light from the ceiling..
“H-Hi.” Was all she managed to squeak out, her eyes transfixed on him.
“It’s nice to finally meet you,” he took a few long strides across the room, extending his flesh hand to her, “Bucky.” He flashed a toothy smile, and she felt her heart flutter.
It was him.
She took his hand, hoping he didn’t notice that hers was shaking. He gently clasped both of his hands around her much smaller one, the metal of his fingers sending a chill up her arm.
“You have a really lovely home.” She mentally scolded herself, knowing those weren’t her first choice of words.
He let out a hearty chuckle, holding onto her hand gently, “Thank you. It’s yours now, too, you know.”
She nodded her head, realizing how much closer he was to her now. She could see his dark eyelashes flutter as he watched her. She slowly retracted her hand, suddenly feeling quite self conscious. She wrapped her arms around her middle, wanting to hide herself from his piercing eyes. He seemed to notice her hesitance, taking a step back from her. They were both silent for a moment, Steve watching the awkward interaction. Her eyes began to wander again, fixating on all the books in the room.
“Do you like to read?” He asked, giving her a small smile.
Katherine’s eyes glanced towards him, getting captured by his icy orbs once more, “I do.” She returned the sweet smile.
“You’re more than welcome to any of them. I have more in the basement library.” He hummed softly, “Please feel free to explore. What’s mine, is now yours.”
She gave him a slow nod, the smile still spread across her lips, as she began to walk around the room. She walked up to one of the large bookcases, her fingers lifting to gently brush across the spines of a few books. She hummed softly, her eyes scanning over the different books. Bucky silently followed her, watching as she admired them. He glanced at Steve, who gave him a reassuring smile.
“I’m happy to collect more, if you think of any we should add to the collection.” He said to her, trying to ease her nerves. He didn’t want her to feel uncomfortable, regardless of the odd situation.
“Duly noted.” She turned towards him, a slight blush crawling onto her cheeks as she realized.. While she was studying the books, he was studying her.
“Uh, are you hungry?” He gave her a side grin, “Steve and I usually go to this pizza place out on 6th, every Thursday.”
Katherine let out a soft laugh, “Pizza sounds great.”
Bucky clapped his hands together, “Then it’s settled. Steve, can you pull the car around?”
Steve nodded his head, “Yep.”
Katherine smiled to Bucky, “What are your favorite toppings? I’m a meat lover myself.”
Bucky’s lips spread wide on his face, “Me too. With the garlic sauce on the crust.”
Katherine’s nerves were slowly fading, “Extra cheese?”
Bucky chuckled, motioning for them to leave the room, “Doll, I have a feeling this’ll be much easier than either of us realized.”
“As long as you don’t put anchovies on anything, I think we’ll be set.”
They both began to laugh, all the nerves and awkwardness fading behind them.
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