#even though im sure everything is already explained

[hellamorte]

another interesting piece of exchange between mhin and leander that caught my eye 👁

indeed, it seems baffling that leander, our reliable man, our nice guy, the nicest of the nicest, just forgets to warn mc about such a tiny little detail, easily forgettable for sure — that eridia's streets are unsafe at night 💀

he quickly covers it up by flirting — and boy, can i wait (can't, need this game right now) to see more of such instances, because he seems to master this craft, and it is working on most people, — hinting at mc's beauty and/or the intimate (and it is intimate for mc, whether you like leander or not) moment they shared.

but do you know the most important, tasty nuanced thing this tiny, blink-and-you-miss-it dialogue reveals? leander doesn't care about mc, about their life and safety; he's niceys, it's all just an act. sure, cap, you might say, we already know leander is a manipulative titty shit, what's new? but look at it another way: we know this because rss kindly backed us up with all this additional info and content so we don't starve to death while waiting for the release (rss, i would have gone through content drought anyway. this is not a shade, take your time, i love you). now imagine playing this game for the first time without a pile of lore stacked at the back of your mind and seeing these discrepancies in his behaviour (check out my previous post on this), foreshadowing that he's not as good as he seems and his path might be dark and gritty as hell.

and now, my fellow leander girls/gays/whoever else is there, imagine how it would feel when leander cares (faints).

[likeumeanit9497]

| after hours c.s. |

chris sturniolo x fem!reader

summary: chris practically begs his best friend to massage his back, but after an awkward discovery, y/n finds it difficult to keep her hands -- and her eyes -- on the job.

warnings: smut; established friendship; oral (m/f receiving); fingering; hand job; squirting; unprotected p in v; dirty talk(!!!!); 18+

notes: whew! long time no see! life has been putting me through the absolute ringer lately! i haven't felt like a real person in months! i still don't tbh! im working on it! but i have absolutely missed writing and tumblr and u all so much! pls forgive my absence on here i literally haven't even been able to open this app since october when my life went south. my semester is over now so i have one major thing off my plate, so im hoping i can be a bit more consistent with writing. I MISSED U ALL SO SO SO SO MUCH and i hope u enjoy this chrissy one shot that i started months ago and just finally finished it today. love u all <33333

“No Chris.” I chuckled, standing up from my couch and walking to my kitchen to put away our leftover dinner. “Please,” I heard him whine behind me, “My back is killing me Y/n.” I turned around, facing my best friend still sitting on the couch where I left him. I laughed at his fake expression of misery, and the hand pressed to his lower back was a nice touch. “Chris, you know I’ve made it a rule not to massage my friends in my free time.” I explained, putting my hands on my hips. He groaned dramatically. “But why? You have all your stuff in the next room!” He began standing up from the couch, being sure to make it seem like a painful struggle.

He was right. I was a licensed massage therapist, and had recently started my own practice from the comfort of my home. I had turned my den into a massage room, fully equipped with a massage table, calming music, and essential oils. But I had made it clear to all of my friends — especially Chris — that I wasn’t going to massage them after-hours. Of course, I would treat them free of charge, but they had to book during normal hours. I was brand new in this career, and I wanted to ensure professionalism right from the start.

��You already know why.” I replied, turning away from him and opening up the fridge to put away my leftovers. As I leaned down into the fridge, I gasped as I suddenly felt a hand press against my lower back. “Just right here.” Chris whispered behind me, circling his thumb along my lower back. “It’ll only take five minutes.” I shuddered at the sound of his voice and the feeling of his touch. Chris had a habit of turning on his sex appeal when he needed something from me, and even though him and I were only friends, it unfortunately worked.

I turned around and closed the fridge, coming face to face with my friend. His eyebrows were knit together in what I could only assume was faux pain, because there was a playful smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth. Sighing, I ran a hand through my hair before pointing at the closed french doors leading to my massage room. “Go in there, take off your shirt and lay on the bed. Call me in when you’re under the sheet.”

A smile consumed his entire face, and before I could change my mind he walked over to the room and shut the door behind him.

Chris’s POV:

As I shut the door of the massage room behind me, I stood for a moment to take in the room. She had never let me in the room before, in fact she made it known that she considered it separate from her home and so she didn’t like going into it when she wasn’t working. I always joked around with her because of that, asking her if it was really a secret torture room, but as I saw it for the first time, I couldn’t help but smile. It was professional, but still had personal touches that made it clear that it was hers.

The lights were dim, enough to see clearly but dark enough that everything had a blurry haze to it. It smelled like that shit she diffuses in her bedroom — I think she told me once that it was lavender or something. I noticed the various candles dotted around the room, and took it upon myself to light a few of them. As I lit the last candle on the small table beside the bed, I noticed an old phone connected to a small speaker. Finding that the phone didn’t have a password, I opened it and hit play on the playlist that showed up first, smiling at the title: music that makes strangers fall into my bed.

I chuckled to myself. Not so professional, sweetheart.

Typical spa music filled the small space, and I couldn’t lie, it did add to the meditative atmosphere of the room. Looking at the massage table in the middle of the room, I remembered what I was actually in there for and felt a wave of excitement hit me. I hadn’t been lying when I told her that my back had been hurting — not exactly, at least — but I had definitely been exaggerating. The truth was, I just really wanted to see what her hands could do. Not wanting to waste any more time, I took of my clothes and climbed onto the table, slipping my lower half under the thin white sheet.

“Y/n!” I shouted, “I’m all set!”

Y/n’s POV:

From my place at the kitchen counter, I heard Chris’s voice and my stomach did a flip. I wasn’t sure why I was so nervous, I had given a few of my other friends massages before, but for some reason I had been dreading the idea of giving one to Chris. Maybe it was because him and I had such a playful relationship, and I was so used to being professional with my clients, I couldn’t quite envision how combining my two personalities would go. Still, I took a deep breath and headed for the room.

Once I opened the door, I noticed the candles were lit and soft music was already playing. Looking at Chris, laying face down on the table, I chuckled. “I see you made yourself comfortable.” I remarked. Heading towards him, I noticed the pile of his clothes on the floor, including his sweats and boxers. “Uh Chris,” I began, stopping at the top of his head, “I said you only had to take off your shirt, remember?” He lifted his head from the table, looking up at me briefly. “I know. It’s just that the pain goes pretty low down my back and I figured it would be easier to just take everything off.” There was a playful look in his eyes. “It’s what I’ve seen them do in the movies.” He added softly, making me chuckle.

“It does make it easier,” I replied, moving so that I was now standing on his right side. “It’s really just about what you’re comfortable with.” As I spoke, I began running my hands down his back, from his shoulders down to his tail bone, to check for any tightness. He remained silent underneath me as I applied pressure on certain areas. “So, you said right here is sore?” I asked, pressing down on the same spot that he had when demonstrating on me. I heard a muffled hiss and watched as he nodded his head. “And the pain kind of shoots down to here.” He added, awkwardly moving his arm behind him and trailing it from where my thumb was down to just below the white sheet.

I hummed in acknowledgment, pumping the bottle of massage oil beside me and rubbing it in my hands. “Okay, I’ll get started. Let me know if the pressure is too much.” I said the same thing that I said to all of my clients robotically, before working against his muscle. It was pretty tight, but definitely not as bad as he was making it seem before on the couch. Like I do with my other clients, I stayed silent to encourage him to relax against my pressure. A few groans of pain fell from his lips as I worked, but he encouraged me to keep going each time I asked if he was okay.

I noticed him shuffle a few times under the sheet. “Are you uncomfortable?” I asked him softly, wondering if maybe the massage table was too hard. “N-no, I’m fine.” Was his reply, and even though there was a slightly panicked edge to his voice, I took his word for it and continued working my hands lower down on his back. I felt my cheeks grow hot as my hands pulled the white sheet lower to gain access to his pain. I had never seen this much of Chris’s body before, and even though I was trying to be professional, I felt like the act was a little too intimate.

I rushed to finish up, and after about fifteen minutes I was satisfied that the knot in his back had improved. “Alright, I think I’m done. Want to flip onto your back for me?” I asked, pulling the sheet up slightly. “W-why?” Chris asked, his tone filled with alarm. “I usually finish every session with a neck massage. Sometimes the neck gets stiff from the way it lays when you’re on your stomach.” I replied. “Oh, uh, it’s okay.” He replied, refusing to move. I rolled my eyes. “What? Not even 30 minutes ago you were begging me for a massage, and now you’re turning it down?” I crossed my arms and moved over to his head, “Come on, turn over. It won’t take long.” I reassured him.

He sighed, and, holding onto the edge of the sheet, slowly turned over. I stifled a gasp, because between his legs, the thin white sheet had tented, and I could clearly see the outline of his erection. I was thrown off, unable to take my eyes away from it, but quickly recovered — clearing my throat and dropping my eyes to his face. His eyes were still closed and his cheeks were flushed; I could tell he was embarrassed. In a normal circumstance, I would think that I would have made a joke about it, and he would have just told me to shut up. But at that moment, there was something so real about his exposure and humiliation, and so I knew that I would just ignore it.

I began massaging his neck, trying to focus on my actions and regain my professionalism. But, I couldn’t stop looking at the white sheet; it being the only thing between his cock and my eyes. I could tell that it was huge, and I watched as it grew harder and harder as I continued working his neck. It went from standing straight up and wobbling in the air as Chris breathed, to being pressed right against his front. The sheet draped around it, perfectly outlining its girth, and I could see a small bead of dampness taint the sheet a translucent shade of white at its tip. My mouth watered and my mind wandered. I felt my own body begin to react to the sight in front of me, and the tension in the room began to grow so heavy that I began to gasp for air.

“I-is the pressure okay?” I asked, doing my very best to keep my voice strong as I worked his neck. I watched his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed nervously before nodding his head. “It’s good, Y/n.” His reply was so simple, but there was something about the gruff undertone, the almost indiscriminate breathlessness as he said my name, that caused my knees to weaken and my throat to turn into a desert. Suddenly, I could no longer hear the soft music playing throughout the room as my blood pumped deafeningly in my ears. I couldn’t pull my eyes away from his bulge for more than a few seconds at a time — it seemed so hard that it had to be painful. My eyes continued to flutter between his flushed face and pulsing member until suddenly, when my eyes returned to his face, his bright blue eyes were wide open and staring right at me.

I felt a new wave of heat crawl up my face at the fact that I had just been caught red-handed staring at the one thing in this room that both of us had been actively ignoring. I opened my mouth to attempt to explain myself, but his words beat me to it. “I’m sorry.” He murmured sheepishly, his face turning the same shade of red that I imagined mine to be as he squeezed his eyes shut. Immediately, I began shaking my head rapidly. Partially as a reassurance to him and partially as an attempt at erasing the last two minutes of my life. “No! Don’t be sorry. It happens all the time.” I rushed out, doing my best to make light of the situation. “No it doesn’t.” He replied flatly, with a hint of disbelief in his voice. I forced a chuckle. “Okay fine, it doesn’t happen all the time. But its not not normal.” I tried again, brushing a soft curl out of his face.

Chris was silent for a moment, his eyes still squeezed shut in either embarrassment or concentration. I had stopped massaging his neck, but my hands were still on his damp skin; my thumbs drawing gentle circles against his rapid pulse. After a moment, an exasperated sigh fell from his lips. “It won’t go away.” He said, his voice laced with genuine disgust. “I’m sorry Y/n, this is creepy.” A forced laugh, then another sigh.

The room fell silent again as I tried to find the right words to fill the space. Words that would reassure him more genuinely than more “it’s okay’s”. Because, from the way my pulse had quickened, and from the way my core had grown so slick from arousal that I could feel it dripping steadily onto my panties, it really was okay. It was more than okay. So, instead of trying to find the words that could possibly portray just how okay it was, I leaned down and pressed my lips to his.

I felt him tense at the first brush of my lips against his, clearly shocked by the sudden close proximity of our mouths; closer than they had ever been before. So, I pulled away for a moment, finding his piercing eyes to search them for whatever thought is running in his mind. They were wild, racing across my face trying to make sense of what just happened. But there was something else there, something erotic that was blurring the line between right and wrong. Between professionalism and spontaneity. Between friends that fuck around and friends that fuck. I could tell that we were both balancing on that same fine line, but when I brought my lips back down to his, and when he opened his mouth to welcome mine with the kind of hunger than can never be satiated, I knew that we both came to the same conclusion.

Our lips moulded together in rhythmic wonder as our tongues explored each other. Immediately, I felt his body relax as his hands reached up and wrapped themselves in my hair. A soft moan of satisfaction fell from his lips as I nibbled on his bottom lip, causing my body to react in a way that was foreign to me. I felt goosebumps raise up across my skin as if his hands were all over it. He pulled his lips from mine and used his grip on my hair to tilt my head to the side, giving his swollen lips access to my neck. He sucked and nibbled against my electric skin just below my ear, and I felt as though I could fall apart and dissolve into a puddle just from that. “L-let me make you feel better.” I managed to moan out through the waves of pleasure I was feeling. My eyes wouldn’t leave the rock hard bulge under the white sheet, just barely out of my reach. Chris groaned against my neck at my words, and I watched as his cock twitched under the sheet as if it heard my words itself and was begging me to help it.

After another moment of Chris devouring my neck, tasting every inch of it as if he couldn’t get enough, his grip on my hair loosened and he allowed me to straighten up. I looked down at his face, now even more flushed than before. His lips had gone bright pink and were so beautifully swollen from their journey against my skin. His chest was rising and falling rapidly and, after a short moment, his eyes fluttered open and landed on me. “You sure you want to do this?” He asked, his voice slightly tentative, and I knew what he meant.

A kiss between friends is one thing. It can be brushed off as a slight moment of weakness, can be something that the two friends can one day laugh about as they look back on their friendship. It can be never spoken of again, can be hidden from their other friends deep in the vault of the minds of the two people that shared it. But anything more than that, any other touching, or licking, or exploring of the other person is not as easily ignorable. In friendships there is deep love and strong understanding of the other person. Once that love and understanding collides with the act of literally merging together, of being as physically close to another that you can be in this lifetime, it’s not so easy to ignore. My mind may not be able to shut out the events that transpire with Chris tonight ever again. We may never be able to chalk it all up to a moment of weakness, or keep it a secret from our mutual friends. We may never have the same friendship we had before I agreed to this massage. But there is no way to know that for sure. What I did know for sure in that moment, with Chris staring up at me with eyes filled with intoxicating desire, with my own body vibrating with lust, was that I wanted this.

So without a word, I walked down his body towards his beckoning cock. I took a moment to just gaze at it, closer to it now than I had been all night. I rested a hand on his thigh hidden beneath the sheet, and watched as his cock once again twitched. I chewed on my bottom lip in an attempt to keep myself from moaning just from the sight, and after a moment let my eyes flutter back up to his face. “I’m sure Chris.” I replied softly, searching his expression. “Are you?” I asked, realizing that he was likely considering the same potential outcome that I had been. He kept my gaze for a brief moment, his eyes focusing on different parts of my face. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.” He replied finally, a cheeky smile growing on his face. I felt my own expression mirror his own, and without wasting another second I began peeling the thin sheet down his waist.

My smile fell the moment his bare cock was finally exposed, and was replaced by what I knew was the expression of desperate hunger. His length was impressively long, and I felt my mouth water at the thought of running my tongue along its veins up to its swollen head. Reaching to my left, I pumped some massage oil into my hand. I brought my cupped hand above his upright cock and let the oil drip between my fingers and coat him. He released a sharp hiss at the feeling of the oil as it trailed down his length towards his base, and I watched as his hips thrust forward desperately from the barely-there contact. A bead of pre-cum suddenly dripped from his slit, and I used my thumb to collect it before finally pumping my hand up and down his shaft. Immediately, a deep moan fell from Chris’s lips as I worked his oiled cock in my hand. I focused on his body language as I adjusted my movements to figure out exactly what he needed to feel good.

When I went slow, I watched his breath grow steady, telling me that I should pick up the pace. When I used a softer touch as I moved along his cock his hands would stay relaxed at his side, but I knew he liked it when I used a bit more pressure along his tip as his hands would tighten into fists against the sheet. But when I used both hands, twisting in opposite directions with the occasional brush against his balls with my pinky, I discovered that was what he liked most of all. A deep grunt followed by a moan fell from his lips, and his right hand flew to my upper thigh; where he gripped so hard I was sure that he would leave a bruise. “Fuck, Y/n.” He breathed out as I continued with these movements.

His hand traveled further and further up my leg until his fingers slipped under my loose-fitting shorts. I continued to stroke him with both hands, even when I felt the tip of his fingers just milimetres from my trembling core. They brushed against the ever-so-soft place between my pelvis and my pussy, and I bit back a moan. Subconsciously, I adjusted myself so that my legs were wider apart; giving him access to touch even more of me. My hands continued to work his cock as his fingers inched closer and closer, before finally, I felt the very tip of just one of his fingers reach my core and dip into its warmth. My knees buckled at the barely-there contact just as he released a muffled moan. “Jesus fuck, Y/n,” My eyes flew to his face and the translucent arousal that I found all across it was almost enough to push me over the edge. “Put that on my face right fucking now.”

His demand was so jarring, his voice so gritty and raw, that I didn’t hesitate before peeling my shorts down my legs, lifting myself onto the massage chair, and straddling his face. Immediately, his hands gripped onto my thighs and pulled them apart; giving his eyes untethered access to my glistening core. “You’re fucking soaked.” His words came out in an almost-whisper, as if he hadn’t actively planned on speaking them aloud. Still, they shot straight to my lust and I leaned forward, resting my head against his chest to allow him to see even more of me.

I gasped as I felt his thumb against my slit, collecting my arousal. I heard a wet sound and then another deep moan. “So good.” He whispered before suddenly his warm mouth was suctioned to my clit. Immediately, I dissolved into a puddle of desire as his tongue swirled and licked against my sensitive bundle of nerves. Moans fell from my lips as my brain turned to mush from the relief of finally having his mouth on me. I began moving my hips against his face, chasing a high that I so desperately needed. Satisfied moans slipped from his mouth into me, and I felt a sharp slap against my ass cheek that added to my intense need.

I had turned into nothing more than a dead weight on top of him, his lethal tongue paralyzing me. But as I opened my mouth to release a guttural moan, I felt my lip brush against the tip of his cock. Without a second thought, I slipped his cock into my mouth and began pumping up and down. Another moan fell from Chris, vibrating against my clit and causing me to moan around his girth. “Fuck.” Chris muttered against me, and I responded by deep throating his cock until my nose pressed against his bare thigh. “Mmmm, Y/n.” Chris breathed, removing his mouth from my clit. I stopped my movements as well, waiting on shaky legs for him to continue.

“If you keep doing that, I’m gonna cum.” He began, gently running his knuckles against my ass cheek. “And I don’t want to do that yet.” He slipped two fingers into my core effortlessly, causing me to immediately begin rocking against them. “Mmm. Thatta girl.” He breathed, presumably watching for a moment as I rode his fingers just inches above his face. “What I want you to do is focus on making a mess all over my face, then after that I want to cum with these tight walls wrapped around me.” His words caused my eyes to roll to the back of my head, and a sharp moan fell from my lips. “Sound good?” He asked, his voice muffled as he reattached his mouth to my throbbing clit. I nodded my head maniacally as he resumed his impressive movements against my nerves. He kept his fingers inside of me, and as I slid my soaked cunt against his face, I cried out at the added sensation of his fingers filling me.

“Fuck C-Chris.” I moaned, my words nearly incomprehensible as I grew closer and closer to my climax. He could tell that I was quickly approaching, and tightened his grip on my ass cheek with his free hand; pressing my cunt so hard against his face I was afraid that he would suffocate. “G-gonna cum!” I warned him just before the tumultuous waves of my orgasm took over. My body began shaking as I came hard against his face. I had never before felt so out of control of my own body, and relished in the feeling as my back arched and a plethora of moans fell from my mouth. I felt a gush as I squirted against Chris’s mouth, and trembled at the guttural moan he released as he began lapping me up.

Once my mind reattached to my body and my orgasm had finishing ripping through me, I rested my head against his stomach as he ran his hands along my tense back and dropped gentle kisses against my sensitive core. He let me lie there on top of him for a few moments, catching my breath and slowing my heart rate, before gently lifting my limp body off of him and sliding off of the massage table. I sat up on the edge of the table, facing his standing figure before me, and my gaze landed on his excruciatingly hard cock. He grabbed my chin and lifted my head up before pressing his wet lips harshly against mine. He tasted like me, and immediately a new wave of arousal filled my core.

As his tongue flicked into my mouth, I reached between our bodies and began stroking his cock. He thrusted into my hand instinctively, and a moan fell from his lips as his hand shot to my core where he drew torturously slow circles against my over-stimulated clit. Caught up in how good we were making the other feel, our kissing slowed and our mouths eventually turned into matching O’s; eyes shut in pure bliss. I dropped my forehead against his bare chest, and watched as our hands worked on the other’s body, slowly working up the nerve to do the one thing we hadn’t yet done with each other.

“You still want to do this?” Chris asked, his voice strained. I jolted slightly at his words, shocked at the fact that he seemed to be reading my mind. A sharp wave of pleasure hit me from his fingers and I moaned softly before looking back up at him. “Mhmm.” I breathed, meaning it. “Do you?” I asked in return as I felt his cock jump in my hand. “So much.” He replied before lowering his head and planting another deep, wet kiss against my mouth. After a moment, he grabbed the hem of my t-shirt and pulled it over my head. He took a moment to admire my bare chest before kissing each of my painfully pebbled nipples. “God, you’re unreal Y/n.” He moaned, running firm hands against my completely naked frame. I arched my back against his touch and shut my eyes blissfully.

He leaned forward and ran his tongue along my collar bone. “You ready?” He asked. I felt his hand replace mine on his shaft, and bit my lip as I felt him line the head up with my soaked core. He used his free hand to hold firmly onto my lower back, and I wrapped my legs around his waist; using the grip to press him against me. “I’m ready.” I replied breathlessly, looking up at him through my eyelashes. Without wasting a second, Chris kept his glazed eyes on mine as he slowly pressed his hips into me. My jaw dropped as his girth stretched my walls out further than I thought possible, and the intoxicating mix of pleasure and pain that can not truly be described with words turned my brain into mush.

Chris hissed as he bottomed out in me, his cock taking up every inch of my cunt. He remained still as he rested his forehead against mine, his breath erratic and hitched. “Fuck.” He finally groaned out, his body more tense than I’d ever seen it. “You okay?” I asked, wrapping my arms around his neck. He nodded. “I’m gonna cum in, like, record speed here Y/n.” He replied, taking deep breaths and keeping his forehead pressed to mine. I couldn’t help but chuckle. “It’s okay Chris,” I replied, running my hands through his hair. “Just give me what you’ve got.”

My last seductive whisper seemed to give him the motivation to power through, because immediately he snapped his hips into me. I released a sharp moan from the depth of his movements, and that was enough to bring him fully back into it. Using the grip he had on my lower back, he plowed into me relentlessly. My eyes were rolled into the back of my head as I felt my walls stretch with each thrust; allowing him to hit my g-spot each time. “Jesus!” I cried out, gripping onto his shoulders in a weak attempt at holding onto my sanity.

“You’re so f-fucking tight.” Chris groaned into my shoulder as he continued to drive his ruthless cock into me. The room filled with the sounds of our bodies smacking against each other, adding to the indescribable arousal I was filled with. Chris’s hands began travelling all across my body, taking his time on my tits as his thumbs drew circles around my hardened nipples. He gave my tits a harsh squeeze before travelling down my stomach, leaving a trail of goosebumps on my skin as he reached my clit and began rubbing it in rhythm with his thrusts. “God, keep going baby.” I moaned, wrapping my legs even tighter around Chris’s waist, “F-feels s-so good!” I cried just as Chris lifted me up off the table and slammed me into the wall. I released a sharp gasp from the shock, but as he continued pounding into me, my pleasure was intensified.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” Chris growled as he nibbled against the skin on my neck. “You always this fucking wet?” His dirty words make my head spin. “N-no. I’m n-not.” I reply honestly, feeling my juices spread all over his front. A wicked smile covers his face. “Just for me then, huh?” His tone was arrogant, but there was an undertone of overwhelming arousal in it that told me he needed it to be true. I nodded my head rapidly. “Y-yes Chris! O-only this wet f-for y-you.” I managed to reply just before my second orgasm swept in and overtook me.

Just as I began riding my high — my nails digging into his skin and my mouth sputtering out profanities — Chris stilled inside of me and released a ragged “Oh fuck!”. I felt his cock pulse inside of me, painting my walls with his warm seed as my orgasm milked him dry. He released soft grunts against my neck as he rode through his own high, and I relished in the feeling of his cum as it dripped from my cunt.

After a while, both of our bodies relaxed and we rested against one another as we caught our breath. I waited for the overwhelming feeling of regret to wash over me, as one would expect it to after fucking your best friend, but it never came. In fact, I was so relaxed in that post-sex liminal space, pressed against the wall with Chris’s softening cock resting in my core, that I almost couldn’t believe that we had never done that before.

I was pulled from that thought by Chris placing a deeply passionate kiss to my lips. There was no lust, no untethered desire attached to it; it was almost as though this kiss was the end of one chapter of our lives and the beginning of a new, more exciting one. Our lips moved in slow motion, as if we had kissed like this a thousand times. With his lips still on mine, Chris slowly helped me down so my feet were on the ground. After another moment of our mouths merged as one, I pulled away and was immediately wrapped in a hug. Chris’s warm body felt so familiar, even more familiar than before, and I closed my eyes and took in the moment, as I knew it was the start of something new.

“Well, I think we have some things we should figure out,” Chris said, and I felt a soft chuckle against my head tucked into his chest. “Because I don’t know about you, but there is no way I can go the rest of my life without doing that again.” It was my turn to laugh, and I pulled myself out of his arms and looked up at his face. “I think I am officially under your spell.” I replied, feigning a smile. “Let’s go sit down and figure this all out.” I grabbed my discarded shirt and threw it over my head before walking towards my living room. “Oh by the way Y/n,” Chris grabbed me by my waist from behind as we walked through the door, “My back feels great now, in case you were curious.” I rolled my eyes with a smile and continued walking. “You have magical hands.” He whispered, and all I could do was laugh and give him a half-hearted shove.

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[batsandbirdbrains]

Istg if tumblr deletes this one again im actually gonna throw a fit. It’s not as detailed bc im mad and can’t remember a lot of it but here’s the general gist of it:

The one where Dick knew he was supposed to become a Talon

But like imagine if it wasn’t a secret that Haly’s Cricus was a training ground for the Court of Owls, at least among the main troupe. It was a goal, an aspiration, something to achieve. And Dick knew for as long as he could remember that he was training to become a Talon, just like his great-grandfather. His parents trained him, the other members of the circus trained him, it was his biggest goal in life to become the next Talon. He worked at it tirelessly.

Dick couldn’t remember ever being in Gotham, but he knew he’d been there before - when he was a toddler, he’d first met his great-grandfather. That’s what his parents told him. That his great-grandfather called him the prophesied Gray Son. Dick’s father tells him stories of his great-grandfather, the head Talon, and Dick is mesmerized.

And when he was eight, they were going back to Gotham again. It would be his first real test for the Court. If he did well, it would be his first real step to becoming a Talon.

And he was so nervous. He wanted to do well, he wanted to make his parents proud, he wanted to impress his great-grandfather. He was nervous and excited and anxious all at once, but it was exhilarating.

Until his parents were killed, and he was convinced it was part of the test. And in a split second, he decided he no longer wanted anything to do with the Court. He didn’t even mind juvie, even though he knew his social worker’s excuse of there being no available foster homes was bullshit. He figured maybe the detention center was safer than a random foster home.

Then he was taken in by Bruce Wayne, and he was terrified he was about to be handed over to the Court. He didn’t know much about how they worked, but he knew they were made up of Gotham’s elite. How could a billionaire not be part of it?

But a couple weeks later, he finds out Bruce is Batman, and he suddenly feels safer than he had since his parents fell. Batman was safe. Batman was a good guy.

Dick didn’t tell him anything about the Court, though. He was terrified that Bruce wouldn’t want him anymore if he knew what Dick had trained to be, if he knew what Dick had wanted to be for his whole life. He was scared Bruce would hand him back over to the Court, disgusted by what Dick’s life has been up until then.

But it’s why Dick is so well trained, why he’s so capable of being out with Batman after only a few weeks. He becomes Robin. And even though it makes Dick said to think that the nickname his mother gave him no doubt had a connection to the Court, he thinks that this will maybe be a positive thing. Robin can be good now. Robin can do good.

And when Dick tells Bruce he never wants to go back to the circus, he assumes it’s a trauma response. That the circus makes him remember his parents’ fall, that he doesn’t want to be constantly reminded of the family he used to have. Bruce doesn’t fight him or question him when he insists he wants nothing to do with the circus anymore, he just makes sure Dick is alright, that he’s doing everything he can to make sure Dick feels safe and comfortable in his new home.

Years pass, and even though Bruce has since found out about the Court and how Dick and circus were connected to it, he still doesn’t know that Dick already knew. He tries to comfort him once it’s all over, telling him that his parents must not have known, that they wouldn’t have wanted that kind of life for their son. Dick doesn’t correct him.

Then Nightwing gets de-aged by a magician on patrol one night, and he’s suddenly eight years old again, from before his parents died. The others rush him back to the batcave, and once things have settled, Dick just sort of watches them, sitting eerily still.

“You’re in Gotham,” Bruce tells him after explaining what happened with the de-aging.

Dick tilts his head, and they all are a bit surprised at how he perks up.

“Oh! Is this the Court?” He’s looking around the room, taking in every detail. “It doesn’t look like how Pa described it.”

“The Court?” Tim asks.

“The Court of Owls!” Dick nods his head. “I’m gonna be a Talon when I grow up. Just like my great-grandfather!”

No one says anything, all of them baffled, but Dick continues looking around, kicking his feet on the edge of the exam table.

“Pa said my first test would be in Gotham soon, but I won’t leave the circus full time ‘til I’m sixteen. Then I’ll be made a real Talon when I’m eighteen.”

Bruce stands there frozen, the reality hitting him that Dick knew all along that he was supposed to be a Talon. That he never told Bruce. That this little boy who becomes his son was once training to become an assassin, and he seems so excited about it.

“You said I’m s’posed to be older, right?” He holds his hands up to his face, looking at the veins on his wrists. “Am I immortal now like great-grandfather? Pa said my veins would be black, but they still look normal.”

Dick looks up, and he finally notices their horror and shock. And he starts to shrink in on himself, his shoulders hunching, and he looks terrified. Bruce snaps out of his own shock quickly, and he explains as gently as he can that Dick has lived here since he was young, that he’s been a vigilante this whole time. That he doesn’t work for the Court of Owls.

He comforts his son. His son who’s currently a child and scared and anxious and worried and ripped away from everything he thought he knew. He doesn’t tell him that the Court is bad, not yet. He doesn’t tell him the horrible way his great-grandfather treated him once they did eventually meet when Dick was a teenager. He just holds him, and tells him how amazing he was as Robin, how fantastic he is as Nightwing, and how proud he is of him.

And maybe that’s why Dick was so close with Damian, why he sometimes seems like the only person who understands Damian. Because he does understand. He knows ha it’s like to grow up training to be an assassin, what the expectations are like, and how hard it is to turn some of that training off once you’ve decided to be a good guy.

Maybe Damian is extra protective of him while he’s de-aged, because he realizes this quickly. And Dick tells him stories about his own training, and Damian tells him stories back, and Damian lets him know that he understands the way Dick must be feeling so conflicted now.

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Idk if it's okay to send asks, if it's not then please feel free to ignore this but OH MY GOD YOUR SELF AWARE DMC WRITING WAS SO GOOD!!! Self aware DMC characters, my beloved!! Your writing scratched my brain just right, it was Everything! Also, Consider, self aware V and Urizen! V remembers you from Vergil's memories and Urizen doesn't have as many memories but recognizes your voice the most (especially the excited cheering and noises of panic during boss battles) it's a thought that came into my head with your writing but anyway! Just wanted to say I very much enjoyed what you made!

UM HI??? HELLO HI I HOPE YOURE DOING WELL ANON! IM SO GLAD YOU ENJOYED IT!!AND ITS TOTALLY FINE!! Feel free to send asks and I’ll try my best to answer!

AND I LOVE THAT?? Okay lemme cook-

Idk how to tag stuff so consider this like, uhhh crack scenarios but also with some more lore and more serious scenarios…idk how to explain, I’m so sorry-

Oh! Okay, shit post. It’s mostly more like two mini oneshots and one mini shit post. Though it is a bit suggestive…I got too self indulgent again-

Also there might be grammar mistakes!! English isn’t my first language so do let me know if there’s anything I could work on or if you have any other ideas! Enjoy!!

(Ps- *Enitharmon is another character from William Blake’s stories so I thought I’d use it as V’s way to address the player since the character herself is meant to suggest “harmony”. Something V associates the player with.

And thank you @lovelylixie for adding on to the time difference between the cast and player!!)

‘_’ -thoughts

“-“ -dialogue

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Self Aware Dmc! - V and Urizen drabbles

Y’know? When you first started the fifth game in their franchise, they had a feeling you already had some idea of what was going on. Based on your reactions and your faint mutters and exclamations every now and then, they could only assume -and conclude- that you were ‘spoiled’ by some friend of yours who also happened to play the games. Not they cared of them. It’s you who they cared about the most.

Right now, they could only sigh internally as you struggled to fight Urizen the first time in the prologue…there you go again, panicking over a boss fight…though it was expected, knowing you. Fighting the power obsessed demon right of the bat with no context definitely shook you up -with Nero dealing with the worst part of your confusion and panic…it’s glad to have it back though. It’s been a while since they heard from you…though they knew it hadn’t been as long as it had been for them to you-

But what they hadn’t anticipated was Urizen’s interest in you. Sure, they knew V would eventually hop on to their…fixation on you but Urizen…? That could be a problem. He’s a dangerous demon, he could harm you -sweet, defenseless, you. They couldn’t let that happen. All the more reason to shoo Nero and V away from the scene so you could continue playing.

You gasped as everyone got blown away by the massive demon, still shaken up and confused by the sudden boss fight. But Urizen…he was interested. He had a feeling, this nagging thorn in the back of his head that…this person that was controlling that pest Nero…was familiar. He just didn’t know why…

He watched as you protested against Dante’s decision to leave -and even defending that brat after he was called a deadweight. “Oh c’mon- was that even necessary?! That’s so mean!” the demon heard you sulk- and he’d see you again. And again. And again. Coming back for rematch -and surprisingly improving each time…you were…resilient, for a mere human, he’d admit that much -after rematch with both that pesky one-armed boy and his annoying little brother.

By the time you reached Mission 17, you’d fight him one last time. Seeing Dante come up to the demon and try to get a reaction out of him. Memories? Where it all began? He had no recollection of such thing. And it mattered not, for he already had the Qlipoth fruit in his grasp. All he wanted…was answers.

He turned to the demon hunter after eating the demonic fruit, his many eyes glancing in your general direction before looking down at his brother.

“Who are they? The person sitting on that bed…controlling you and those pests? Why do they seem…familiar?” He inquired, breaking the games’ code and script. He was powerful enough to do so, so why bother beating around the bush?

Dante on the other hand, wasn’t so thrilled. If Urizen was powerful enough to alter the course of this game…he had to do something. Before you started growing suspicious or worse. Got hurt. He wouldn’t allow it.

He quickly fixed the dialogue the moment he heard his corrupted brother spoke out of script, making it so that you’d hear the original lines from both of them while he talked to Urizen.

“Woah there, Verge! You gotta stay on script there buddy! Can’t have the little sweetheart wondering why the game’s acting up, now can we?” He laughed it off, masking his animosity and concern.

“Why should I? They are…an anomaly I can’t quite understand. While I may not have recollection of our time together, I do know them…they…are rather weak, are they not?” The demon spoke again, just faintly recalling your panicked reactions in battle…but also your determination and focus to win. “Weak yet strong…intelligent, and determined…to adapt to my power so quickly in battle. Perhaps that is why I have an inkling of them in my mind…”

“Yeah? Well don’t dwell too much on ‘em. Your main opponent is me, remember?” Dante rolled his eyes, quickly getting into stance as the fight slowly started to commence. Already feeling your control seep in…he could only hope he’d keep you safe. He had to…that just made him all the more motivated to go all out. Perhaps he could tweak the fight to his favor…for your sake, of course.

Urizen only grew more intrigued. If his brother was so adamant in protecting you, you must be more important than he believed. He could see your influence, your control slowly enveloping his brother once more…like a quiet yet protective aura surrounding him…Interesting. So be it…

“Fine then…l guess I’ll have to drag the answers out of them directly once I am victorious..” The demon sighed, preparing for your final fight against him

V, on the other hand, knew who you were from the get go. His dearest *Enitharmon. He loved to hear your voice…god, he loved it. He was the more blessed out of the two halves of Vergil. Having received the memories of you, the care you put towards to the older son of Sparda and now to him…it was exhilarating.

He knew you were fond of his familiars too. Often hearing you coo over Shadow and laugh at Griffon’s remarks. Something that would make the panther purr quietly and the bird puff out its feathers with pride…attention whores-

Ahem…in any case, he could only watch with pride as you enjoyed exploring and fighting with him. Joyful that you enjoyed his familiars so much and that you seemed to do so well with them. He was your first SSS style in this game after all. Take that, Nero-

“So close, though, so close. You got a lot of heart, kid, you really do, but you're a bit of a sissy in the strength department. Hey, hey, no offense, uh, you know.” They heard you burst out laughing at that, borderline wheezing a bit at the snarky avian demon’s remark.

“God, I fucking love Griffon. Jesus Christ-“ They heard you sigh, the comment only serving to make the bird huff quietly to himself, his feathers puffing out pridefully as Shadow and V shared an exasperated glance.

As the story progressed though, they could feel your growing concern for them. To V’s debilitated state, or when they had encountered Malphas and got separated. They hated hearing you fawn over Nero when he stepped in…you sounded so flustered and giddy. V was right there, wasn’t he enough?

By the time he and Nero caught up with Dante, he was almost gone…he had to get to Urizen. Quickly.

It’s funny though. Remember how they had a feeling you knew about the game’s plot? This was one of those moments. As he approached the defeated demon, he could feel you growing suspicious. As if you knew his plan…it made him smirk faintly to himself as he got closer to his other half.

“…wait a sec…wait, is he-..? Oh shit, wait, no no no, Dante! Hey! Don’t let him get to close! Nero?! Dante?! C’mon, do something!!” He heard you warn them…how adorably naive. It’s not like it would’ve worked, y’know? Even if they reacted ahead of time before they were supposed to, all would go to plan. In his favor…it’s only a matter of time before he was restored.

“You wish for answers, do you not…? Do not worry…I shall give them to you soon enough” He told his other half quietly, inaudible enough so that it would bypass the game’s code.

As your warnings reached the other two’s ears, it was already too late to act. V had already impaled his cane into Urizen’s chest. A bright beam of light emerging and shaking the demonic tree’s core as the transformation begun.

…It was fun while it lasted. If anything V wished he could’ve thanked you personally for the time you two spend together. Alas, his time was over…right now…it was time for the Alpha and Omega to make his appearance.

‘…I’m back…my dearest angel’

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Something that echoed through Vergil’s mind as he waited for Dante’s arrival on top of the demonic tree was…an earlier comment you had made while he was still split in two. During one of your many fights against who you called Urizen, you said something that now left him…uncertain of himself.

~Flashback!~

You watched as Trish and Lady got enveloped by the back tendrils…tentacles, whatever- tilting your head to the side as your face scrunched up in a puzzled manner.

“…so like…if this Urizen guy is technically a part of Vergil or whatever…does that mean he has a tentacle fetish or what? Because what is this?” You spoke up before letting out a wheeze, covering your mouth to laugh. Not being able to help yourself from making a reference from the previous game. “What the hell is this??? Type shit- hahaha!”

…you really made it difficult for them not to break character, y’know that? It took all they had not start laughing. Even Urizen squinted his eyes in confusion. What did the little human even mean by this? A fetish? It was only the form he was manifested in, nothing more and nothing less.

~Flashback end!~

“…unbelievable” Vergil grumbled, shaking his head in exasperation and slight embarrassment at the memory…though now that he dwelled on it.

Perhaps that wasn’t so far off. Seeing you tied up in his control wouldn’t be so bad…struggling to break free as you squirmed under the appendages’ touch. Eyes wide and pleading with what he could only imagine would be a mix of embarrassment and need for something…he knew you were such a shy little angel after all. You’d never bring yourself to beg outright unless coerced, he’s sure of it…what would you beg for though? To make them go faster?…or maybe for him to take over instead-

…okay. Maybe he did have a tentacle fetish-

“God fucking damn it-“

“Yo Vergil! Your portal opening days are over!…Give me the Yamato” He heard Dante speak from behind him

…and in that moment, Vergil’s never been so happy to hear his brother in his life

[rafeandonlyrafe]

aphrodisiac

words: 3.5k

warnings: 18+ only!, smut, stepbro!rafe, stepcest, drugging, noncon/dubcon, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, female receiving oral, fingering, multiple orgasms, unprotected p in v sex, pregnancy, somnophilia, male masturbation, bit of voyeurism?, mention of plan b, reader is 19 (rafe is like 20/21 but its not explicitly said)

“hey, sis.” rafe calls from the bottom of the stairs. you peak your head out of your room, curls swaying as you look at him. “i made you dinner.” “oh, you did!” you squeal, bounding down the stairs to fall into rafe arms, giving him a big hug as he spins you. “you’re the best step brother ever!”

rafe loves your reaction. something as simple as him preparing some food for you has you hugging and thanking him incessantly, a big smile on your face, so appreciated of the little act. 

“no problem, sis. you’ll eat with me right?” rafe asks, having already placed the meal in the dining room, his plate at the head of the table, yours right next to him. he didn’t want to mix up whose was whose, for reasons you didn’t know yet.

“of course.” you nod, letting rafe interlace your fingers together as he leads you towards the dining room. you look at your place already set, another grin coming to your face. rafe made you soup and already got a big glass of water for you.

“thank you so much.” you hug rafe before sitting down, not realizing how much having your body pressed against his is affecting him.

“of course, bunny.” rafe says, leaning over the side of the table to push a strand of your hair behind your ear, not missing the way a blush comes to your cheeks.

you stir the soup before bringing the spoon to your mouth, blowing on it before taking a sip. “oh my gosh, rafey!” you smile at your brother. “this is so good!”

“im glad, honey.” rafe says, patting your thigh under the table before he works on his meal as well, letting out a breath of relief when you couldn’t taste what he had slipped in. “so, tell me about your day.”

“ugh, well i got into a fight with tiffy…” you begin to recount the details as you eat, not noticing that one of rafes hands stays underneath the table, just out of view as he grinds his hand down against his crotch, not able to control his cock when he’s around you, even your sweet little voice just explaining the drama of your day has him rock hard.

you don’t notice as rafes hand starts to jack up and down, his shoulder barely moving, his cock now free from his pants, praying he cums before you finish your soup, glad that you’re guzzling it all down. he wasn’t sure how much to put in, the secret ingredient he added just to yours. he wanted to make sure it took effect, but at the same time didn’t want to make you pass out.

“and then i took a shower.” you shrug. “boring, i didn’t do anything special. just shaved my legs and stuff. i did do a hair mask actually.” you touch over your curls, hoping they look a little shinier than normal.

“looks good.” rafe says, his voice hoarse, like he’s straining, and you make a weird face for a split second, trying to decipher if something is wrong before you shrug it off, immediately returning to recounting your day. “but i did use this new moisturizer all over, and it smells sooo good. like strawberries mixed with vanilla. just delicious.” you let out a small moan when describing the scent, not even realizing that rafe jolts in his seat, cumming into his hand as he bites his lip hard, barely holding back his noises.

“not as good as this soup though, rafey. thank you sooo much.” you reach over, rubbing your hand over his bicep. rafe quickly tucks himself back into his shorts, letting out an awkward cough.

“its no problem, really.” he shrugs. he feels a little guilty. you're so appreciative, and everything he’s doing has ulterior motives, but then you smile at him, and rafes cock pulses in his pants, and the bit of guilt goes out the window.

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you sway towards the bed, wondering if you are coming down with something, your body warm, skin sweaty. you have already put on a pair of short pajamas, opting to skip the long set you usually like due to how hot you are.

you flop down on top of the covers, fanning yourself. you close your eyes, trying to sleep, but there's so much heat coming from you, especially between your legs.

“ugh!” you let out a groan, tugging your pajama shirt off to leave you in a sports bra, your shorts the next to go. you toss them off the bed and lay back, feeling like you can see your heartbeat through your skin.

you try turning to the side, hoping switching positions would make you fall asleep, but as your eyes close, so do your thighs, clenching them together as you grind back and forth, a delicious amount of pressure on your privates.

you quickly realize what you are doing and flip onto your back, panting heavily. you reach slowly between your legs. you've never masturbated before, but you've heard from your friends and movies what it is, so you cautiously rub a singular finger over top of your underwear when you suddenly press over a part of you that makes your entire body jolt, a moan forcing its way out of your mouth.

you try rubbing harder, focusing on the spot. you aren't even aware of the noises falling from your lips as your hand quickens, gasping out when you realize that your underwear is wet.

you've never felt the weird slickness between your legs before, but it helps your underwear rub easier over your skin, so you ignore it and continue.

before you realize what is happening, a damn breaks and a high spreads throughout your body. you scream out, limbs shaking as you rub yourself, realizing halfway through that this must be an orgasm.

you physically jolt off the bed when you realize that you just screamed out loud. it was only you and rafe in the house, everyone else gone for a weekend trip, but he must have heard you, his room right across the hall from yours, but you have more pressing issues as the orgasm did nothing to calm you down, immediately beginning to rub between your legs again.

you slide your shaky legs off the bed, knowing this isn't normal, the way your body is working. you must be sick, ill. you stumble out of your room and slam your body into rafes door, not caring that you fell into the wood, not when it's so cool and decreasing your temperature.

“sis?” rafe opens the door, and you quite literally fall into his arms.

“some… somethings wrong, rafe.” you pant, hands gripping at his shoulders as he holds you up.

“come in, come in.” rafe says, pulling you further into the room, kicking his door behind you. rafe maneuvers you to the bed, and the second you're sat down on the edge, your thighs are clenched together.

“i-i feel really weird. somethings wrong with my body i don't know, help me please.” you sob, chest rising and falling quickly.

“okay, okay.” rafe says, somehow not seeming surprised about the state you're in. 

rafe places a hand on your shoulder, and you cry out from the touch, feeling like your body is on fire.

“i must have ate something bad or-” you pause mid sentence, realization sinking in. you look to rafe with wide eyes. “what did you do?”

“come on sissy, let me help you out.” rafes thumb sweeps over your skin, forcing a shiver through your body.

“rafe.” you say cautiously, but it turns into a whine when he tugs on the strap of your sports bra.

“it's okay.” rafe says so softly. “im just taking care of you.” rafe brings his other hand to your torso, grabbing the bottom of your bra and pulling it over your head, your arms too weak to do anything but rise up and let him take it off.

you know you should cover your chest, but it feels so good to have your nipples exposed to the cold air as you let out a low moan. rafe pushes your shoulders back, and you fall against the bed without even trying to hold yourself up.

“such gorgeous tits, sis.” rafe leans over your body, hands coming to grip your chest, palms rubbing against your nipples.

“p-please.” you beg. “you're my brother.”

“just your step brother.” rafe bites back. “and i know you'd want me if your mom hadn't married my dad. i just needed to slip a little something into your soup to help you along.”

rafe isn't wrong, of course you find him attractive, but you did everything in your power to set that aside and truly see him as a brother, even if you didn't meet until well into your teens.

“you drugged me?” you squeal, pushing your chest into his hands as he massages his fingers into your plump chest, putting enough pressure to keep you down, not that you’re truly resisting.

“just a little aphrodisiac.” rafe glances down between your legs, your underwear completely soaked. “clearly it worked.” “just… just make me stop feeling like this.” you say quietly, ashamed of what you are asking for.

“yeah?” rafe smirks, immediately starting to move, pulling his shirt off and tossing it away. “gonna fuck you so good, sis.”

“you can’t tell anyone.” you remind rafe, even as your eyes gloss over at seeing his muscles. you sit up suddenly, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as you kiss him. you moan against his mouth, pulling him onto the bed before flipping so you’re on top. you make out with rafe, truly not sure if you’re even doing a good job, you’ve never taken anything this far with a guy before.

you grind your hips down over rafes crotch, feeling how hard he is beneath his sweatpants. whatever rafe put in your soup makes it for too easy for you to cum as you already feel your high building again, especially when rafe raises his hands to play with your nipples, pinching and flicking at them while you buck your hips into his.

you pull away from rafes kiss with a squeal as you cum, your knees pressing together around rafes hips.

“holy shit, that was hot.” rafe smiles up at you, a toothy grin that has butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

“just help me, please.” you beg. rafe nods, flipping you over onto the bed. you shuck your underwear off as he takes off his sweats, frowning when he's still covered by his underwear.

“ive wanted to taste you for so long-” rafe says, shoving your legs open as he lays in between them, his eyes on your soaked cunt.

“rafe, what are you gonna do-ooooh!” you shout as rafe lurches forward, burying his head between your legs. his tongue licks long stripes through your folds, lapping up all of your juices.

“never got head before?” rafe smirks, bringing a finger to your hole, teasing it by simply circling around.

“no, never done anything with a guy before.” you admit shyly.

“aww, baby.” rafe pouts up at you. “i didn’t know you were a virgin. that almost makes me feel bad about this.” rafes feeling doesn’t last long as his tongue is quickly back on your cunt, this time flicking directly over your clit.

you bring your hands to his hair, holding his face into your pussy as you grind your hips. rafe sucks your bud into his mouth the same time his finger plunges into you, forcing out yet another orgasm that has you screaming so loud you’re concerned the neighbors would hear.

“so, so good.” you whine, your clit feeling oversensitive but still filled with need as rafe continues licking and sucking, his finger now thrusting in and out of you.

“can make you feel like this all the time, sis. gonna let me fuck you after tonight right?” rafe asks, barely pulling away from you to speak, feeling the vibrations from his mouth on your pussy.

you don’t answer right away. you feel like you can’t truly give an answer, not when you are so turned on that you feel like you could explode, not as his finger keeps pumping inside of you.

“baby sis?” rafe looks up at you, waiting for an answer. you pull your lip between your teeth, trying to formulate thoughts. “or i can stop right now. if you don’t want to keep fucking me then you don’t need me tonight.”

“no, no, no!” you cry out as rafes finger stops moving. “i’ll keep sleeping with you just-just fucking move! make me cum again!”

rafe sucks your clit into his mouth as he forces another finger in, your walls tight around him but so slick he can move easily. rafe has to press his hips into the mattress as you cum again, giving some relief to his cock.

“fuck, how long until it wears off?” you cry out as your clit pulses.

rafe sits back, wiping his mouth against your thigh to clean his chin. “probably will feel better once i fuck you.” rafe says, in truth he’s not sure.

“fuck me then.” you beg, body squirming against the mattress, sweat leaking from your skin.

rafe nods, pulling his fingers out and kneeling between your legs. he pauses briefly before pulling his underwear off and tossing them away. “i can put a condom on but it probably won’t feel as good.” “just… just buy me a plan b tomorrow, okay? need you to cum in me, i think it’ll help.” you swallow nervously, knowing it’s a mistake, not just letting a guy fuck you raw, but your step brother.

rafe nods, draping his body over yours, knowing you are far too weak for any other position, your limbs jelly from the drugs and the orgasms. rafe reaches down, lining his cock up with your entrance. he pushes in slowly, watching your face contort in pleasure.

once he’s all the way seated inside of you, rafe feels your cunt squeeze around him rapidly, another orgasm being drawn out. you pant heavily, worried this will never end as rafe swings his hips out and then back in.

“is it-is it always this easy to cum?” you ask. they’ve all felt so good so far, but you are beyond overwhelmed.

“you’ve never cum before?” rafe asks, grunting as you raise your hips slightly, letting him sink in even deeper.

“not before tonight.” you admit, glancing down your body to see rafes cock entering you repeatedly, making another orgasm rise to the surface as you reach between your legs, fingers pressing to your clit as you cum hard.

“not always, baby. but i promise i’ll make you feel real good, even when you don’t have any aphrodisiacs.” rafe presses his lips against yours, but it’s not really a kiss, not when you can’t stop panting, your jaw slack and unable to close.

“did you take anything?” you question, realizing how hard rafes cock is, how easily he’s pounding into you.

“no, you are just that sexy, sis. i’ve wanted to get inside you for so long.” rafe grunts, making sure he thrusts as deep as possible every time.

“i-i think i’m gonna cum again!” you warn rafe, rubbing yourself to another orgasm, letting out a squeal as rafe struggles not to cum with you tightening around him, needing to get at least one more out of you before he bursts himself.

“fuck, you’re so tight.” rafe groans.

“cum in me rafe, please. i need your cum.” you whine, back sliding up and down the mattress as he fucks into you.

“yeah?” rafe smirks. “need your brothers cum, huh?” you know his dirty words are meant to tease you, but you can’t help agreeing. “yes, brother, please, please.”

rafe shifts his weight to one elbow, reaching down with his free hand to swat your fingers away from your clit, rubbing himself harshly, trying to get you to cum at the same time, hoping that will satisfy you.

“close.” rafe warns.

you let out a scream, back arching off the mattress as you cum, triggering rafes orgasm as he shoots his load inside of you, filling you up completely, rubbing you gently throughout your high before pulling away. rafes cock softens as he pulls out, flopping on his back onto the bed next to you.

you don’t even give him a second to breath, straddling rafes hips and trying to get his cock back inside of you, but rafe winces as his cum drips out of your cunt. “sis, stop. too sensitive.” he warns.

“i-i still need you though!” you argue. “you drugged me rafe, you have to help!” “here, come sit on my face.” rafe tugs at your hips until you are hovering over his mouth. rafe makes sure to only work his tongue against your clit, not wanting to taste his own cum, even as he feels it falling onto his chin and sliding down his neck.

rafe eats you out through five more orgasms until you can’t kneel above him any longer, flopping to the side.

“fuck me again, please.” you beg as rafe takes the blanket at wipes away his chin and chest.

“i can’t, i’m so fucking tired.” rafe wishes he could get it up, but its late, his body is exhausted, and he can barely keep his eyes open.

“you can’t fall asleep and leave me like this!” you scream at rafe, tears falling down your cheeks.

“shh, here.” rafe reaches his hand out, sticking two fingers inside of your pussy, squelching in your wetness. he fingers you until he can’t move any longer, passing out. you continue to hump yourself on his fingers and rub your clit until the need lessens, the drugs begin to wear off, and you manage to pass out next to rafe just before sunset.

you wake up with a groan, muscles sore as you blink your eyes open, bed still covered in wetness.

“hey sis.” rafe says, sitting on the edge of the bed, phone in hand, now dressed in his underwear.

“rafe.” you growl out. “you drugged me, you piece of shit!”

“hey, you certainly enjoyed yourself.” rafe argues back, locking his phone screen and tossing it away.

“fuck you!” you shout, launching yourself at your brother. rafe expects you to slap him, or scratch him, but not your lips as you press them against his.

“fuck me.” you ask. “i-i want to feel you when not drugged. you owe it to me. please, rafe.”

“oh baby.” rafe coos, not realizing what he just woke up inside of you. “you don’t have to beg me.”

--

“who did this to you?” your mother screams, ward looking just as concerned. “you’re still a teenager!” “i’m an adult!” you argue back.

“you’re nineteen! you still live at home, you have no job, no money! and now you’re pregnant?” 

“when i find who did this to you.” ward pipes up, an angry expression on your face, completing the rest of the sentence without even having to use words.

“just… go to your room while your stepdad and i talk. i don’t want to see your face right now.” your mother shoos you away.

any other time you would cry at her harsh words, and at disappointing your mom and step dad, but you know what is waiting for you in your room.

“they're pissed.” you pout, falling into rafes arms once your door is closed and locked behind you.

“a little bit longer, sissy. and then i’m getting us out of here. i know it sucks, but i need a couple more weeks to get the money, and then we are gone. anywhere in the world you want.” “tell me again.” you sigh, leaning your head against rafes chest, placing a hand on your stomach, your bump haven gotten to big to hide it anymore.

“just you. me. our baby. no one who knows we are step siblings. i steal the money to get us away, and then we make it legit. find jobs. get married. have more babies.”

you smile up at rafe, pressing a kiss to his neck. 

“i…” you whisper, knowing how dangerous of a time this is for you two getting caught. “i want you again.” rafe smiles. “that baby inside of you has you acting like you’re on that aphrodisiac again.”

“shut up.” you groan, rolling your eyes as you fall back into the bed, lifting your dress up to reveal you aren’t wearing any underwear. “we wouldn’t be going through this if you would have just bought me a plan b that next day like you were supposed to.”

“baby-” rafe shucks off his pants and underwear. “you spent all day riding my cock or begging for my mouth, even when the drugs wore off. i didn’t have any time!” “yeah, yeah, yeah.” you roll your eyes. “just get inside of me.”

rafe smiles at you as he lines up with your entrance, sinking in with a quiet groan before leaning forward, feeling your baby bump press against his abs. “i love you, sis.”

“i love you too, brother.”

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Little stobotnik reverse au idea that Im prolly never gonna fully flesh out. Context: Stone is a commander and Robotnik was assigned to him to both get him out of the lab and to give Stone an assistant. Whta they didnt prepare for was for them to be even worse menaces that they started.

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“Commander Stone, I believe it's your turn to share your next strategies,” some nobody moves on from the last speaker. Stone has never liked these meetings, so he just waves a hand towards his assistant.

“Ah, Robotnik knows everything,” Stone deadpans. “He’ll explain everything.” Robotnik looks up from his tablet, where he was just pretending to take notes, in confusion.

“Wha-”

“Go on,” Stone glances over his shoulder at the other, waving towards the front. Robotnik glances up before looking back at his boss. “You’re the one making the robots for it. Go explain.”

Robotnik thinks to push back. After all, he'd only been assigned as the commander’s personal assistant/scientist a little more than a week ago. Yet, as a different official they could care less about tries to speak up against it, Stone harshly snaps in their face and continues to look at Robotnik expectantly. Taking a deep breath, not bothering to hide the slump in his shoulders, he walks to the front and starts to set up the PowerPoint.

Stone doesn't bother to pay attention to Robotnik’s presentation. They've already been over all of this: the robotics, the attached firearms, the strategies, the insane amount of casualties that the resulting explosions would cause. It's much more entertaining to watch his coworkers struggle to keep up. Stone likes how his new assistant can do that- speak so fast and with such a brilliant vocabulary that just about anyone else blue screens. Everyone except for Stone, of course. He wouldn't have direct contact with one of G.U.N.’s best engineers otherwise. Plus, by the end of it, Robotnik has that wild grin of genius that Stone loves to see. The PowerPoint ends with a little gif of an explosion over a stick figure labelled “the enemies”- Robotnik’s the one that made the slides.

Stone doesn't bother to pay attention to how the chair skids out behind him as he gets up, his hands planted on the table and a similar, sinister grin to his assistant plastered on his face. “Now then, I believe that was all that was asked of me. Ta-ta. Doctor! Let's get a move on.” Stone doesn't even glance over his shoulder to know his assistant is following. Though, he does pause and groan as he can already hear the nobodies shoot up from their seats.

“Now where do you think you're going?” One of them demands, as if they have the right.

“Back to my lair-” sure, it's technically an office, but it's a separate building and it's decorated in a way that lair just fits better- “and I'd really prefer to get a move on. I have wars to end before they start.”

“And what makes you think you can just walk out?!”

Stone snaps his finger and waits a moment for Robotnik to catch on. Thankfully, he doesn't have to turn around before he hears his doctor start speaking to the table. “You see, in our subsequently ranked hierarchy based on levels of critical importance, certain time, skill, and activities are ranked excessively greater than those of measly circle jerks of power.”After a few beats of confused silence, Stone can feel Robotnik turn to him. “Commander?”

Stone spins around with a sadistic grin on his face. “Ya basic!” He translates, much louder than necessary. He turns back around and gestures for his assistant to follow. “Doctor, let's go.”

“Yes, commander.”

Once that door is closed behind him, Stone spares a glance at his assistant. Robotnik has never been good at hiding emotions. Well, he is, just not to Stone. He memorized every micro expression he could the first week of having him. Yet, even those that don't know Robotnik could see the beaming smile on his face. Putting stuck up idiots in their place tends to have that effect.

“Honestly, what were those imbeciles thinking,” Stone starts on a rant, already storming through the building, towards the exit, “not even just those meetings. God, I hate those meetings. But they also had you locked up in a lab before this? With, what? Mediocre scientists? Despicable! Unthinkable! Downright idiotic! Listen here my dear doctor, if I ever- and I mean EVER- start treating you like that, smack me. You have my full permission.”

“Yes, commander.”

“And I mean it. You might be my assistant, but I'm not stupid. You're capable of great things, and by hell are we going to achieve them.”

Stone can almost hear that grin grow wider as Robotnik repeats another, “yes, commander.”

“Now then,” Stone pauses to hold the door open for his assistant, “we have casualties to cause.”

[andy-15-07]

hi not sure if you’ve done this before but id LOVE a fic with pedro pascal helping reader through a depressive episode! completely understandable if you wouldn’t feel comfortable tho. maybe pedro gets home to find reader still in bed/sleeping on the couch and he already knows that she hasn’t taken care of herself all day but he asks her anyway (stuff like have you eaten, have you been out, when was the last time you showered). and then just description of him helping her do these things whilst reader is kind of fighting the help a little bit? like she doesn’t want to be a burden but deep down knows she needs the help. loads of praise and hurt/comfort and fluff!!!!! you are such a great writer im in love with all your fics ☺️☺️

Even If You Can’t Move, I’ll Be Here

PAIRING:Pedro Pascal x reader

WORD COUNT: 939| requests are open (send requests, I will gladly answer them all)

Pedro Pascal Masterlist | Pedro Pascal Masterlist II

The key turned softly in the lock.

Pedro pushed the door open with one shoulder, balancing a paper bag of groceries in one hand and your favorite takeout in the other. He wasn’t expecting a grand greeting , he hadn’t gotten one in days , but the quiet stillness in the apartment hit him like a sigh.

You weren’t on the bed.

You were curled up on the couch again. Same oversized hoodie. Same blanket from the night before. Curtains still drawn, the faint smell of stale coffee lingering in the air. Pedro’s heart clenched.

He set the bags down gently, not wanting to startle you, though he wasn’t sure you’d even notice.

You did.

Barely.

A flutter of your eyes, then a quick glance away. No smile. Just the sinking guilt in your chest and the shame you couldn’t explain. Your throat felt tight before he even said anything.

Pedro crouched beside you, hand brushing your arm. “Hi, cariño.”

You swallowed hard. “Hi.”

He tilted his head. “Did you eat today?”

A pause.

“Not really.”

“Get outside at all?”

You shook your head.

He hesitated before asking gently, “When was the last time you showered?”

You almost wanted to laugh , not because it was funny, but because it made you feel even more disgusting. The tears started building before you could stop them.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered.

Pedro sat down beside you, arms opening before you could even blink. You fell into them like you always did , like gravity , and he held you close without a word.

“You don’t have to apologize,” he murmured into your hair. “You’re not doing anything wrong. You’re just… tired. And that’s okay.”

“I feel gross.”

“You’re not.”

“I haven’t done anything today.”

“You’re still mine. And I still love you.”

Your face crumpled against his shoulder.

It wasn’t that you didn’t want to take care of yourself. It was that every little task , getting up, brushing your teeth, opening a window , felt like climbing a mountain barefoot in the snow.

Pedro didn’t rush you. Just let you cry quietly for a while, his hand running slowly up and down your back. When your sobs faded into shaky silence, he pulled back to look at you.

“Okay,” he said softly. “We’re gonna do a few little things together, alright?”

You started to protest, but he kissed your forehead.

“Not all of them. Just a few. I’ll help.”

“I don’t want to be a burden,” you whispered.

Pedro’s eyes softened.

“You could never be. You’re the person I love most in this world. And I want to take care of you, even when it’s hard. Especially then.”

You looked down at your hands. “I don’t think I can do everything.”

“Then we’ll do the smallest version of everything.”

You blinked. “What does that mean?”

“It means… we start with one thing. Like brushing our teeth. Together. I’ll even let you pick my toothpaste like a little gremlin.”

That got a soft, tired laugh from you.

“Then we can try something else. Maybe a shower. And then food. Doesn’t have to be fancy. Just something. You can wear one of my shirts after, if that helps.”

You nodded slowly, still unsure, still hollow , but his voice felt like a lighthouse in the dark.

Pedro stood and reached for your hands. “C’mon. Let’s start with the bathroom.”

You followed, moving slowly, socked feet shuffling along the hardwood. It felt weird to be upright. But it also felt a little like relief.

In the bathroom, Pedro handed you your toothbrush with a small smile and squeezed toothpaste onto it.

“There. Hard part’s over.”

You managed to copy him, brushing in slow, lazy circles. He stood beside you, doing the same, humming something off-key under his breath. It made you snort a little, and he beamed at the sound.

“See?” he said, rinsing. “You’re killin’ it already.”

You rolled your eyes. “Barely.”

“But you are,” he said firmly. “And I’m proud of you.”

The words settled in your chest like warmth. Like maybe they were enough to anchor you here, in this body, in this space where someone loved you even at your lowest.

Next was the shower.

Pedro didn’t rush you. He handed you clean towels and a fresh T-shirt (one of his) and sat on the edge of the bed while you stood under the warm water, letting it wash over the weight clinging to your bones.

You cried a little again , not because you were sad, exactly. Just… tired. Just overwhelmed.

And when you stepped out, eyes red, Pedro wrapped you in a towel like it was armor and kissed your cheek.

“You did it,” he said, grinning. “I’m so proud.”

You curled up next to him in bed afterward while he brought the food , your favorite noodles, not too hot, with broth on the side. You only ate a few bites, but he didn’t push. Just smiled and kissed your temple.

“This isn’t forever,” he said softly, pulling you into his arms as you laid back down. “I know your brain’s lying to you right now. But I’m here. And I’m not going anywhere.”

You buried your face in his chest.

“I don’t feel like myself.”

“That’s okay. I’ll hold the pieces until you do.”

Tears pricked your eyes again , but this time, they weren’t so sharp. More like a release.

Pedro pulled the blanket up around you both and whispered again, “I love you. Every version of you. Even this one.”

And for the first time in days, you believed it might be true.

[ayyy-pee]

mmmmokay can i request maybe a hashira!reader x sanemi where during the hashira meeting with lady amane following the swordsmith village arc, reader also takes her leave with tomioka and sanemi is piiiissssed and confronts her about it at her estate afterward (obv angrily). but then eventually she breaks and tells him that she wants to give him the future he deserves, to live happily married together with as many children as he wants (…perhaps… she could already be pregananant?). but she can’t bear the thought of leaving a child orphaned if they both manifest the curse mark (im sure he understands)

thanks love <3 ur my fav btw

hello nonnie!! am i barely answering your October request now in February? yes! somethings don't change sldkfjsdk. i hope you enjoy it because i love sanemi so much and could totally see him itching to kill somebody over you until he gets THE NEWSSS ohhhh. SANEMI CALL ME PLEASEEEE MY PHONE NUMBER IS 1-888-FCK-MEEE!!!

anyway - here it is

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Pairing: Sanemi Shinazugawa x Female Reader

Summary: With the imminent threat of Muzan approaching, the Hashira are given their new assignments. And Sanemi is none too happy about yours.

A/N: nothing crazy going on here tbh. just some jealous lovesick sanemi. i didn't proofread because i'm lazy lmfaooooo

There’s a rage simmering in Sanemi’s chest, hot and threatening to boil over at any moment if he doesn’t find a way to calm down and quickly. Even with anger being Sanemi’s baseline emotion most days, he’s not sure he’s ever felt this incensed in his life. And try as he might, he just can’t seem to quell it.

The root cause shouldn’t be as big of a deal as it is, and yet it feels like it’s the end of the world. Like his world has just shifted and he has no control over what may happen next.

And it’s been this way since the Hashira gathering with the Mast- …Lady Amane, where he’d received probably the worst orders of his life. Since then, it’s taken everything in Sanemi to not blow the roof off of every single building on the estate.

-

“You’ll be dispatched to your assigned territories in pairs,” Lady Amane had spoken earlier in the evening. “This is for not only the protection of Nezuko, but for your own safety. Muzan is likely to go to extreme measures to get to the demon who has now conquered the sun. We have a better chance of success defeating Upper Moons if you are together.”

Sanemi disagreed. He didn’t need to be paired with anyone in order to do his job. He was a Hashira for fucks sake! If anything, they’d just be in his way. Why did he need to be paired with another Hashira on the off chance they ran until an Upper Moon? An insult, but if the Master deemed it necessary, there could be no argument.

“Understood,” Himejima spoke on everyone’s behalf. “Who is to be paired with whom, Lady Amane?”

“Please understand that these pairings are not given based on strength,” the small black-haired child beside Lady Amane began. “Shinobu will remain on estate grounds. Her tasks lie outside of combat.”

From Sanemi’s peripheral, he sees Shinobu nod.

“Himejima will also remain at the estate, tasked with guarding the Master’s quarters.”

The soft rattle of Himejima’s prayer beads sound throughout the space. And Sanemi imagines he must feel honored to be given such a heavy order. He’s jealous, but the idea of an Upper Moon coming from the depths to try and make their way to the Master, only to be met with Sanemi’s blade thrills him in ways he’s can’t explain.

“Now, to the pairings,” the child continues. “Muichiro and Shinazugawa.”

Sanemi and the child prodigy. He supposes he can’t be too upset, though Muichiro wouldn’t have been his preferred choice. The kid is strong, probably stronger than him, though Sanemi will never admit that aloud. No, he’s not mad at this pairing at all.

“Mitsuri and Obanai.”

The two share exchanged looks, Mitsuri red-faced, Obanai slinking further behind his mask if possible. Sanemi tries not to laugh. He’s certain Obanai is reeling from being paired up with the woman of his dreams. Once this meeting is over, he’ll have to give him all kinds of shit.

But now, Sanemi realizes with hardly concealed dread, that that leaves one particular dick head –

“Giyuu and –”

You.

The woman of Sanemi’s dreams.

Now that is a pairing that Sanemi can be mad about. His eyes cut sharply across the room, where you sit stiffly behind Muichiro, hands curled into fists on your thighs. You and Tomioka? Paired to be stationed somewhere far, far away from here? Together? Alone?

Tomioka, who Sanemi is 99.999% certain has feelings for you. Tomioka, who deems himself “not like the rest of them”, like he’s above you all somehow. Tomioka, despite not bothering to speak to any of the other Hashira, found himself to be rather close with you. Even with Sanemi’s clearly voiced disdain for him, you remain friends. Tomioka, who makes Sanemi’s anger intensify when he sees him glance over to you discreetly, and you glance back and fucking smile at him!

It’s small. So tiny, that if Sanemi wasn’t already so well-versed in every little mannerism you possess, he’d for sure have missed it.

But unfortunately for you and Tomioka, Sanemi is well-versed in every little mannerism you possess, every move, and every single sound you’re capable of making. He knows you in ways Tomioka fucking wishes he could know you. In ways that Tomioka will never fucking know you if Sanemi has any say in it.

But so much can happen in such a short time. Who’s to say that you won’t find yourself falling for the Water Hashira in an unlikely way? The same unlikely way you found yourself falling for the Wind Hashira, and him for you. It’s enough to make Sanemi’s entire body tense.

Violet eyes pierce repeatedly into the back of the Water Hashira’s head, Sanemi wishing he’d fall dead in front of his eyes, and stop fucking staring at you. His mind races with a million different ways to kill Tomioka. The thoughts are fleeting, really so brief, the temptation to lunge for Mitsuri’s sword and wrap it around Tomioka’s neck, ending Sanemi’s misery right then and there. But would it be worth all the trouble?

Unlikely…

Which is why Sanemi instead settles for staring hard daggers into the side of your skull. Poking and prodding, hoping you feel the immense weight of his gaze and stop looking at goddamned Tomioka and look at him!

“Look at me!” Sanemi screams internally. “Turn. Just turn this way! Turn your head and look over here! Stop fucking smiling at him! LOOK AT ME!!”

You don’t look at him, though, don’t dare meet his gaze.

And that has Sanemi seething.

But he doesn’t have time to dwell, because Lady Amane speaks and her tone demands everyone’s attention.

“Muichiro, Sanemi. You will leave in three days’ time. Mitsuri and Obanai. You will leave in two days’ time.”

A staggered dispatching of the Hashira. Sanemi has a bad feeling about this.

“Tomioka and ___. You will leave tonight.”

This just keeps getting worse.

-

Sanemi’s been glued to his spot among the Hashira since, sitting with his legs folded, eyes closed and arms crossed for ages in an attempt to meditate and shove the fury down as deep as it can go until it’s no longer affecting him. It’s pointless, it seems. Even the darkness he’s staring into behind his eyelids is starting to piss him off.

The reasonable part of Sanemi is telling him that there’s no reason to be upset. This is work! It’s not like you requested this partnership. It’s not as though you asked the Master if you and Tomioka could go on this mission together for God knows how long, doing God knows what in your down time together. It’s work for God’s sakes! You’re not running off to the beach and frollicking through the market with your fingers laced together. You’ll be potentially fighting for your fucking lives out there.

That’s it. Work. Nothing more.

But the unreasonable part of Sanemi is telling him he has every right to be pissed! He’s observed Tomioka’s behavior around you – annoyingly desperate for your attention, quickly yearning from across the room. It’s pathetic. Worse, Sanemi’s observed your behavior around Tomioka as well. Far too kind, far too friendly for Sanemi’s liking. And you know how he feels! 

Even with your reassurance that you harbor no romantic feelings for Tomioka, Sanemi just cannot stand the thought of you two traveling shoulder to shoulder together. It can’t happen! 

Riding the train and sitting beside each other while you take in and discuss the beautiful views? Unacceptable! 

Sharing meals together, waking up and greeting each other first thing in the morning. Telling each other goodnight before climbing into bed?

Sanemi wants to rip his hair straight from his scalp at the thought of how domestic it all seems.

His reasonable side calls to him again, tries to calm him.

‘They’ll be far too busy patrolling for demons and potentially fighting Upper Moons to care about any of that.’

And somehow, that makes it all worse for him.

Sanemi would love nothing more than to lay down his life in front of you, for you if needed while facing an Upper Moon. He’d relish in standing back-to-back with you while raising your blades and bringing them down on any demon who stands in your way – together. You and him. You and Sanemi. Not you and Tomioka Giyuu.

With a sigh, Sanemi’s eyes open. All of the Hashira remain gathered in a circle, discussing the details of today’s meeting. Himejima drones on about whatever. Who really gives a fuck? Sanemi can’t be bothered. Not when you still haven’t taken even a second to look his way. 

And the rage continues to burn hot. He’s not getting any less angry.

‘Or jealous,’ his mind mocks.

The softness of the sunset peeks through the room’s windows, and it’s only a reminder that soon you’ll be on your way with Tomioka. And if things wind up going left, it could be the last time Sanemi ever sees you. It’s a thought that has Sanemi grinding his teeth, hard and loud enough that he’s grabbed Obanai’s attention, his elbow digging into Sanemi’s ribs.

The loud hiss that comes from Sanemi’s lips grabs Himejima’s attention, pausing his spiel.

“Hmm,” the monk hums. “Perhaps here is a fine place to stop. We will resume discussions at the next meeting.”

The Hashira stand, and Sanemi watches as each pairing finds each other. He’s grateful that Muichiro isn’t the small talk type because he simply murmurs that he will meet Sanemi at the destination and takes his leave. Obanai has found Mitsuri and he lets her do what she does best – talk his ear off. Himejima and Shinobu are both speaking quietly away from the rest of the group.

And you…Sanemi’s eyes find you, staring back at him finally. Your eyes are sad, a small smile holding an apology on your lips. Is it because you’ll be gone in the morning and will likely not have a moment to see him? Maybe. But there’s something else in your gaze, though Sanemi can’t quite place it. 

Then there’s Tomioka, who without fail, is heading towards you. You don’t see him, your eyes locked on to Sanemi’s. And he can’t imagine not having at least one last conversation before you go your separate ways for what could be the final time. He can’t have that.

Tomioka gets closer, and it makes Sanemi move, makes him remember that the clock is ticking. It won’t wait for him, and the more he stands here brooding, the closer you are to being out of his reach.

His feet carry him across the room, fast and long strides quickly closing the distance. Your eyes widen when you see him approaching, still not aware that Tomioka is also closing the gap, and when you finally do it’s too late.

Your name falls from Tomioka’s lips. The sound makes Sanemi’s jaw clench tight.

“I was hoping we could –”

Sanemi snatches your wrist, the yelp you let out cutting off the Water Hashira. Blue eyes take in the sight before him; you wide eyed and surprised. Sanemi, wide eyed and murderous.

“Fuck off, Tomioka,” Sanemi snarls, the venom dripping from every word. “We’re talking.”

His stupid, nonchalant demeanor drives Sanemi insane. He’s not the least bit affected by Sanemi’s tone.

“Yes, but–”

“No buts. I said fuck…” Sanemi’s voice lowers into a menacing whisper. “Off…”

You quickly shift between the two men, your hand coming up to land on Tomioka’s shoulder and Sanemi is really about ready to lose his shit. “I’ll meet you at the gates in a few hours, okay? I’ll send my crow for you.”

Tomioka’s eyes drift down to your hands where Sanemi still grips onto your wrist. Then they slide up to his face, where Sanemi’s lip curls up into a snarl. But you seem calm, unaffected even. So Tomioka simply tells you he will see you soon, and takes his leave.

The other Hashira still linger, pissing Sanemi off with their presence.

“Come with me,” he demands, and you nod.

“Not here, though.”

-

There’s hardly any sun left when you lead Sanemi to the small alleyway beside the building. It’s dark and quiet enough for you two to speak without interruption. Once alone, Sanemi pins your wrist to the wall, his face so close you can feel his breaths fanning against your face.

“What’s wrong with you?” He wastes no time getting to the point. “You get assigned to a mission with Tomioka and suddenly I’m invisible…”

You roll your eyes, because as always, you find him to be dramatic. And maybe he is being dramatic, but he can’t seem to find a fuck to give when you’re so close to leaving. 

“Oh, so you want to be out there with Tomioka, then?”

“Sanemi…” you whisper calmly.

He shakes his head. “No, don’t Sanemiiii me. I saw you at the meeting earlier, smiling at Tomioka when you found out you’d be sent off halfway across the country to do who knows what,” Sanemi hisses. “No objections from you?”

You scoff, snatching your hand from his hold. “We’re going halfway across the country to work, Sanemi.” Your hands settle on his bare chest and Sanemi has to stop his eyes from fluttering shut. “What should I have done? Refusing Lady Amane’s orders would be the same as refusing the Masters. I am not doing that just because you’re throwing a jealous fit over Giyuu. As always.”

“I am not…” he grumbles, “throwing a fit.”

At this, you snort, and the sound makes Sanemi soften. Only by a fraction.

“I just…” He pauses, hands coming to rest on your hips and his anger melts away finally, because that’s how it always is with you. The moment he’s able to touch you, feel you the way he desires, all turmoil disappears. 

“...hate Giyuu?” You finish his sentence for him, and Sanemi rolls his eyes, sighing.

“Not as much as I fucking hate you calling him by his first name like that,” he grumbles, leaning forward so that his face is nuzzled against your shoulder.

“I call everyone by their first name, you dummy.”

It’s true. But it only annoys Sanemi when it’s his name falling from your lips.

“He wants you, you know?  Potential life or death mission with a beautiful woman?” His voice lowers, grip on your hips squeezing hard, but not enough to hurt. “Probably thinks this is his perfect chance to make a move, that fucker.”

You shake your head, lips pursing together. “He doesn’t. And he wouldn’t.”

“He does. And he would. I mean, I would. I did.”

“That’s different!” You chuckle softly. “Giyuu…He–” you stop yourself, hands coming up to rub at your temples. “Why am I even arguing with you about this?!”

Because Sanemi hates that you’re leaving and that you’re leaving with Tomioka! And he hates that you and Tomioka are friends, that you call him by his first name with such affection it makes Sanemi’s skin crawl. He hates that you can’t see what Sanemi does when Tomioka looks at you. And he hates the idea of you potentially coming back in love with Tomioka and tossing Sanemi aside!

It seems so stupid when he spells it out in his head like this, but it’s how he feels. He’s not going to apologize for it.

“I don’t like it,” He mutters. “He has some weird secret crush on you and I hate seeing the way he looks at you. Like if you let him, he’ll ask you to marry him on the spot.” You chuckle at this, and Sanemi’s lips turn down with a scowl. “It’s not funny! Tomioka would love nothing more than to build you a pretty little house and have babies and shit. Fucking freak probably dreams about it. I can tell because–”

Because Sanemi would love nothing more than to do those exact things.

He feels the tension radiating off of you in an instant, his eyes falling onto your hands that are now rubbing absentmindedly along his scars. There’s a strange change in your demeanor. Like you’re nervous about something. Is just the mention of marriage and a house with kids so off putting? Perhaps you’re not interested. Or maybe you are interested, and you’re interested in having that with…

With Tomioka, is what Sanemi wants to add. But he thinks it better not to when he sees the look on your face. Quiet, thoughtful, maybe even a little sad.

“Sanemi…we need to talk.”

You feel his lips against your skin, turning down into a scowl. Then he’s pulling away to look at your face. “Not loving the sound of that.”

Your eyes find his, adjusting to the slow darkness creeping into the space. It’s only for a second before you’re looking away again.

“I–” Your voice trembles. “I feel like I need to tell you something.”

Fuck.

You do want that…and with Tomioka?! He should have known. The signs were right there in front of him

“I fucking knew it…”

“Knew what?”

He chuckles, dryly and with absolutely no humor. “That you want Tomioka. Or, excuse me, Giyuu.” He spits the Water Hashira’s name out like it’s bitter. He knows he sure is. “That’s why you were so fucking smiley when you got your orders, right?”

Sanemi steps back, just out of your reach and begins pacing, truly trying not to take it upon himself to bring the Hashira count down by one. Really, who’d miss Tomioka anyway? He sure fucking wouldn’t.

“Stop, that’s not it at all!”

“Oh, then what is it?!” He barks, then inhales deeply to try and calm himself, though he knows it will be pointless. Still, he lowers his voice. “You two have been making eyes at each other all goddamn day. You couldn’t even look at me after you got your orders.” He stares you down now, feet rooted in place.

“I’m trying to tell you that–”

“That you’re done with this? That why Tomioka’s over there shooting you encouraging smiles? Rushing over to you after the meeting?”

“No, he’s–”

“Because you need the pep talk to give you the courage to break this off, huh? Didn’t expect such a cowardly move from you.”

Sanemi can’t see it, but your hands ball into fists at your side, about two seconds from strangling him.

“Sanemi…” Your tone is a warning that he chooses to ignore.

“Oh, I bet you can’t fucking wait to run off into the sunset with that fucking wet rag.”

“I’m trying to –”

“And Tomioka, oh I just know he’s at home packing and imagining this amazing future you two are obviously planning to build together. It’s so –”

“Will you shut up?!” Your voice screeches, cutting through Sanemi’s rant like a sharp blade. “For the love of God! I’m trying to tell you that I was paired with Giyuu for a reason! It’s not because we’re planning to run away together. It’s not because I love him…well, I love him, but only as a friend –”

Sanemi’s lips open to speak, surely to argue about the love part but you hold up a finger and he quickly shuts his mouth. You pick up where you left off, voice shakily trying to get this out.

“The Master paired me up with Giyuu for this mission that could very well be my last because not only am I fucking terrified of what the future holds…” You inhale deeply, steeling yourself. “...but I’m also pregnant, Sanemi.”

Your wide eyes stare at him, the fear loud and clear in your dilated pupils. And his expression matches yours.

There’s silence. Long, drawn out. Loud.

What can he say? This was definitely not how he was expecting this conversation to go.

“You’re…” Sanemi’s rough voice shatters the quiet between you. His feet drag him forward, bring him closer until he’s standing chest to chest with you again.

You swallow hard, watery eyes locked onto the man before you. “...pregnant.”

He drops to his knees, not caring about the way the gravel digs painfully into his flesh, not caring how pathetic he may look to any passerby, not caring about anything except you. You and… 

His strong arms loop around your waist, pulling you to him until his cheek is pressed to your belly. You can feel his breath, ragged and quick against the fabric of your uniform, and you let that be the only sound for who knows how long until Sanemi speaks again.

“You’re with child…my…child?” His head tilts back, cheek still resting against your abdomen until his eyes meet yours. And you see it.

Fear. Raw, unfiltered fear.

It’s such a strange emotion to see on the face of the Wind Hashira. Known for facing any and all challenges head on without hesitation and coming out on top, you now see a look that is unfamiliar to you. Even when it’s just the two of you, you don’t know Sanemi to fear anything. But you do what you know to do when he needs comfort. Your fingers find his hair, slipping into the surprisingly soft tresses where you comb through soothingly. His eyes drift shut and he leans into your touch.

“Yes.” It’s a whisper. So soft, you’re not sure Sanemi’s heard. But when he inhales sharply, you know he has. “That’s why I’ve been given this pairing and station.”

Sanemi shakes his head, confused. He doesn’t understand what the pairing with Tomioka has to do with anything. Just that you heading to the front lines is out of the question. He mutters your name softly, then peers up at you with pleading eyes. “You…you can’t go into battle with child.”

“This is why I didn’t want to tell you. I didn’t want you to worry,” you answer, as though you can read his mind. Your voice trembles, and Sanemi can feel the splash of fallen tears against his cheek. Not his own.

He rises to his feet, his rough hands cupping your face and swiping away the moisture on your cheeks. Your hands hold onto his forearms, and he bends to press a soft kiss to your wrists. He sees your lip quivering, hears your quiet sniffles and his lips find yours. The kisses are feather light, but just the touch of his mouth against yours opens the floodgates, and you’re soon sobbing into Sanemi’s mouth.

He holds you while your body shakes with sobs, lets you press your hands against his chest again, dig your nails painfully into his skin until he’s gritting his teeth. Sanemi cannot imagine what you feel.

“We can speak to the Master. Or…Lady Amane,” Sanemi suggests quietly, holding you closer if possible.

“We can’t. These are orders from the Master himself.”

“He can’t do this,” he insists softly, quietly. Even he is a little afraid that someone will hear what he’s suggesting. To go against the Master…well, it’s highly frowned upon. 

“He’s doing what’s right…for now. Even Giyuu is kind enough to be escorting me away from the fight that’s sure to come.” You seem to have calmed down, voice a bit steadier now as you pull away from Sanemi to peer up at him. 

“I’m scared, Sanemi. I want…you. I want a life that’s not tainted by fear. And to do that, I have to fight. But if I fight and develop the mark, or if you die, we will be leaving this baby as an orphan.” 

Right. A condition of the mark – certain death. One that Sanemi, under no circumstance is willing to let you or your child suffer through.

“Not to mention,” you continue. “If I die in battle in my current condition, we…” You take Sanemi’s hand in yours, press it to your belly. “We will die…”

Another scenario Sanemi is not willing to let happen.

“I want to defeat Muzan so that we can finally have peace. So that we can be together without worrying constantly over what’s lurking in the darkness. Or if our child will be able to have a normal childhood and life. I want to live with you. I want to fall asleep and wake up in your arms. I want to spend our days as a family and…” You wipe at your eyes, tears threatening to spill again. “Everything is so uncertain now and I just–”

Your words die on your tongue when Sanemi’s lips crash into yours. He kisses you hungrily, swallowing every sob and whimper you have to offer. Partly because he wants to kiss away any pain, and partly because he’s damn near ready to cry himself.

It’s not fair.

This world is not fair.

“I don’t want you to worry about this, anymore,” Sanemi orders. “Take your leave. Protect yourself.” He kisses you again, tenderly this time, though his next words don’t match his actions. “And don’t die.”

Yes, everything is uncertain right now. Yes, there’s no way to know what the future holds for either of you or your unborn child. Yes, life is terrifying. There is much to be scared about. But Sanemi knows one thing for certain.

You must live. He must live. That child must live.

And Kibutsuji Muzan…whether he knows it or not, has just had his fate sealed.

Because Sanemi will do everything in his power to make sure that by the time this child comes to be, Muzan is long dead.

[bueckers-sturniolo]

the alchemy.

paige x fem!teammate! reader

word count: 2k!

warnings: uhhh, cursing? literally one suggestive-ish comment, if i think of anymore ill come back and lyk!

authors note: HIIII! this is my first time ever writing anything whatsoever, and i can’t tell if i genuinely enjoy or really hate this. you gotta start somewhere though, right? 🤔🤔🤔

go read part two here!

this happens once every few lifetimes; these chemicals hit me like white wine…

you and paige were inseparable. it didn’t go unnoticed by fans, not by any means. you were a year younger than paige, you started playing for uconn her sophomore year. as soon as this was announced, paige followed you on everything, immediately commenting on any post the uconn instagram page made about you, commenting something along the lines of just saying your name in all caps with a bunch of emojis, or even, when she was feeling bold, “Theres our girl! 🤩🙌 (or, ‘my girl’ if she was feeling silly that day),” and even on your own, individual posts about yourself, she’d like and comment some form of encouragement or a subtle compliment just to hype you up, as she does the rest of the team.

she couldn’t deny her nearly unbearable attraction toward the minute she first had laid eyes on you. even if it was over a tiny screen. the first time she saw you was when geno had shown the team videos of you playing and explained to them who you are, where you’re from, what position you play, and all other things they should know. you were around 5’10, and you were a point guard. you had gotten a scholarship to uconn, and obviously, you took it up. the first time paige physically saw you play, she knew you two would become close. not only working together on the court, during games and practices, but also, off of the court.

and you guys did. by the time the season started, you were sure you guys were unstoppable. every practice, you guys were fully locked in, becoming an outstanding duo together. that is, until, she got a tibial plateau fracture. she sat out a whopping 19 games after her surgery, and it was sad to see. she was such a powerful player, and now one of your best friends. games and practices didn’t feel nearly as good without her, but she made you promise that you’d work everyday to improve your already very strong talent, to play for ‘the both of you,’ as she said. she’d come to practices, games, and even just to your personal training sessions to provide some form of support.

what if I told you I’m back? the hospital was a drag, worst sleep that I ever had, I circled you on a map; I havent come around in so long, but im coming back so strong.

as soon as paige was cleared by doctors to begin playing again, she worked several hours, every single day. she came back as a fucking beast. since the day she got cleared and started working her ass off, she earned the nickname ‘sniper’ from you. your nickname for her was ‘killer,’ which, is kinda where she got the idea for sniper. you both were very powerful point guards. every day since she came back, you were amazed by just how hard she was working to get back up to her already impressive level of skill. and as time went on, she got even better than before. from the wise words of your guys’ coach, geno, she literally ‘came back better than she was when she was named player of the year.’

so when I touch down, call the amateurs and cut ‘em from the team, ditch the clowns, get the crown. baby, im the one to beat. cause the sign on your heart said it’s still reserved for me. honestly, who are we to fight the alchemy?

one night, after a practice, you guys are sitting on your couch, scrolling on your phones in the living room of your apartment. she was over there often. you didn’t live in a dorm, but she did, so this is where you typically hung out. you didn’t get a dorm, for mainly one reason, living on campus is expensive. you personally thought that if you were gonna pay so much to live somewhere, might as well be somewhere bigger than the dorms at uconn. your parents somehow agreed, and helped you through paying for it your first few years. you’re now a junior, and paige is a senior. though, she was technically going into her junior year of playing basketball, but it was her last year as a uconn ‘student.’ over the past several months, it’s been…. flirty, to say the least. you’ve always been not ‘just friends,’ but, you never talked about it. it was just ‘normal’ to you guys. you had talked about to kk once, and the conversation didn’t really help. at all. not in the fucking slightest.

“well, i mean… yeah, we all notice it. she just…. acts so different around you…? it’s not a bad difference, per se… it’s just like, why the fuck is she so nice to you? she’s constantly like… on her knees praising you. it’s crazy, lowkey. but none of us wanna say that, so we kinda just have accepted it all season.” kk says, finally looking up from her phone at me, sitting on the edge of her bed, giving her a ‘please help me’ look.

i stare at her for a few seconds, then sigh. is it actually different? does she really do that, or is kk just exaggerating, like she always does?

“kk, i don’t- i don’t know, dude. i don’t notice it. it’s just- like-“ kk interrupts me, knowing i couldn’t find the words to explain what i was feeling, “normal to you?”

i nod, putting my face in my hands and letting out another sigh. “yeah, i get that. but, also… like, how do you not notice it? it’s like- remember that guy she said she had a crush on, like- 7 months ago or some shit?” she said, sighing.

“yeah, why?” i say, my eyebrows furrowing in confusion on where the fuck she could possibly be going with this.

“she literally flirted with you more than she flirted with him. then, she rejected him, and said there was ‘no reason behind it….’ is that not suspiscious to you? in that one picture of you guys and the weird ass dude she apparently liked, she’s leaning closer to you than she is him? does that not even slightly spark a tad bit of suspiscion?” kk says, getting frustrated that im not seeing her point here.

“i mean- no? i didn’t even notice it, kk.” I say, shaking my head in disbelief. “exactly my point,” kk says, sitting up to really try to get her point across. “she acts like she’s in love with you, and heaven forbid you notice it even slightly. i could name so many things that just, like- we have all noticed, and paige knows we’ve noticed. like, that time that one bitch was pushing you on the court the entire game, and paige eventually got pissed off and pushed her back off of you, then got a fucking technical foul over it…? or, how about when she gets drunk, she literally is all over you. like, hugging you, holding you, falling asleep on the couch with you literally on top of her? is that not somehow making you just use that little brain in your head?” kk says, and i just stare in thought. maybe she was right. maybe it is more than a close friendship.

you snap out of your thoughts as paige says your name, looking over at her. “yeah?” you say, trying to seem cool.

“are you okay? you just spaced out for like…. 10 minutes…” paige says, turning her phone off sitting her it down on her chest. “oh, yeah,” I say, chuckling. that’s fucking embarrassing, you thought. but why wouldn’t she notice it? she notices everything about you.

“y’know… you did really good today,” paige says smiling at you. you smile too, looking down at your hands, “thanks. you literally always do good, so. no point in boosting your ego any more than it already is.” you say, looking back up to meet her gaze.

“i call you killer for a reason, you know that, right? you’re fucking phenomenal.” and she meant it. you were a goddess, in her eyes. if there was any person closest to heaven on this earth. it’s you. everything about you. she couldn’t get enough of you, and if it was up to her, she’d show you just how perfect you are to her. you smile, shaking your head in disbelief. “you’re insane.”

“im literally complimenting you, idiot- how does this make me insane,” paige says, laughing. you shrug, shaking your head. “you know, you’re my bestfriend, right? like, the best, best-friend i’ve ever had? ” paige says, after a few seconds of silence. you look back up, your gaze softening, your big grin also softening into a sweet smile. kk was right, you thought. you knew what that was. you knew what she meant. she is in love.

hey, you. what if I told you we’re cool? that child’s play back in school is forgiven under my rule. i havent come around in so long, but I’m making a come-back to where I belong.

you sit in your room in silence, staring at the ceiling. you keep replaying things in your mind, things she’s said. things she’s done. you knew you liked girls, you knew you liked paige. but, at what cost? did your whole friendship form from the attraction you guys had from the start? was this random to her? were you guys ever going to talk about it? this whole situation is ridiculous. right now, paige is visiting her family in minnesota. you’ve met them before, and you loved her little brother, drew, like your own brother. he was precious to you. but, this time you didn’t go, you had to stay back and practice. which, sounds ridiculous to paige given that you’re already the best player in the world to her. but, you knew you’d been slacking on practicing and certain skills you were supposed to be good at. you didn’t want to let her down. or the team, of course. but, paige specifically.

these bloakes warm the benches, we’ve been on a winning streak. (s)he jokes that it’s heroin but this time with an ‘e.’

today, you guys had a game. you were always pretty hard on yourself, but, today was worse. paige noticed this, quickly. as she always does. right before halftime, you shoot a three. you make it, but, it still was kinda sloppy. not all of your shots were sloppy, of course. but, today you felt like shit and were on your period. you didn’t feel great, and you were pissed off that the girl guarding you was on your ass all damn game. the girl in question was no other than kate martin, who was always on your ass specifically, when you guys played iowa. it was infuriating, and not to mention that you kept getting fouls called on you by a ref who clearly doesn’t realize that kate won’t stay off of your case. as soon as half-time hits, you walk over to the bench, muttering a ‘holy fucking shit’ under your breath. you sit down, paige immediately following after you, sitting beside you.

“hey, killer…. it’s okay, i promise. you’re doing so, so good.” paige says, leaning closer to you trying to reassure you in a soft, gentle tone.

“doesnt feel like it.” you say, grumpily, grabbing your water and taking a drink of it. “i know, but hey,” she says, smiling. “you’re fuckin’ killing it. if it makes you feel any better, you scored and knocked her down because of how close she was to you, maybe she’ll back off. but…” she says, pausing. “do not get a tech because of her.” you look over at her, slowly nodding. “yeah, im trying. but, the next time she gets in my face, i’m knocking her to the fucking ground again.” you say, quietly. paige smiles, “no being too aggressive… i mean, yes, be aggressive. but, no techs.”

“yeah, yeah. okay, idiot face. i’ll try.” you say and paige smiles wider, shaking her head.

as the game continues, we’re up by a solid two points. youre now in the last 45 seconds of the game. iowa has the ball, clark scores a 3 on paige. of fucking course, you think.

kk gets the rebound, and we get the ball, finally. with now only 30 seconds left, you’re panicking. you’re losing by one damn point. geno calls a time out out to the ref, the ref granting him this and you all huddle over. paige leans over to you, mumbling a, “you’ve got this, killer. im leaving this up to you. you won’t let me down.” you smile, nodding. she smiles at you for a few seconds. she is so whipped, and it’s obvious. you’re addicting. you’re like heroin, but with a fucking ‘e,’ paige thinks.

shirts off, and your friends lift you up over their heads. beer sticking to the floor, cheers chanted, cause they said, “there was no chance, tryna be the greatest in the league.” where’s the trophy? (s)he just comes runnin’ over to me.

as the game resumes, the ball is passed to paige. 15 seconds. the time is ticking, so, so fast. paige does a pump fake, immediately passing the ball to you. you catch it, turning slightly so you can dribble around martin, who’s still on your ass. you nearly lose the ball. you’re wasting too much time time, you think. you glance up at the clock. 5 seconds. you try to think fast, then quickly preform a fake pass to paige, then as soon as kate turns her attention toward paige, you shoot directly behind the point the three-point line, and you make it. the buzzer sounds. you look over at the score counters, wondering if it’s able to be counted. they announce it is, and you feel like you’ve never been happier than in that damn moment. your entire team is screaming, all of the fans in the bleachers standing up and cheering. you place your hands on your knees, leaning down and panting while smiling. that’s when you see paige, her shirt is lifted up so her stomach is showing, still cheering. smiling ear to ear, she suddenly runs over to you from across the court. she hugs you, picking you up and spinning you around.

this type of shit only happens once every few lifetimes. who are you to deny your love for her any longer? who are you to fight the general chemistry between you two? who are you to fight the alchemy?

a/n: RAHHHHHH I HOPE YOU LOVED IT IM SORRY IF IT SUCKS ASS!!!! IF YOURE READING THIS RN I LOVE YOU SO MUCH

[sunny-knight]

CAINE IN EPISODE 5

Day 1 thoughts of ep 5 that are very subject to change

Im going to refrain from talking too much about things not involving Caine, as Im currently working on a slideshow to explain all my thoughts on EVERYTHING, especially Jax and Pomni stuff because thats like….why is Jax acting like that- I feel like we missed some character development- what is going on???

BUT YEAH THATS NOT WHAT I NEED TO TALK ABOUT RIGHT NOW

I first need to acknowledge how Caine is acting??? because NO ONE ELSE IS?????????? (Like, in the show)

Caine felt incredibly out of character during this episode- is that just me? Not in a writing flaw way, but in a “oh god he’s BREAKING” way. He has good intentions, but BY GOD him threatening Zooble made me recoil, dude are you okay 😭 that was incredibly jarring like- jesus.

He just has one hell of a temper, is genuinely out cold during the baseball adventure, and is a lot more- scarily nonsensical. Like before he was chaotic, sure, but it still felt like he knew what he was doing/had everything, including himself, semi under control. In this it feels like he is just falling apart at the seams.

The temper thing I will get into more later, but on the being out cold part of the baseball thing, is we’ve acknowledged several times that Caine doesnt need to eat, doesnt need to sleep, he’s a machine, he SHOULDN’T be doing that. The way he acted when he woke up is the part that concerns me, since I could totally expect him to like pretend to sleep for a bit, but nah he was ZONKING😭😭

It feels like the more tired he is the more effort he’s going to put in and over exert himself (me too, brother, me too)

I expected that, I expected the getting more nonsensical, what I DIDN’T expect, what I DON’T understand, is the temper and the savior complex???

my buddy @starrysquire had something to say about his temper that I think is GENIUS and absolutely something to start with when explaining the temper, though.

To expand on it a bit more and segway into some savior complex things, Caine wants others to be happy, sure but HE wants to be the ones to make them happy, because if he’s not, then he sees himself as disposable. I think thats the main thing we can take away from this episode. His entire conversation with the moon threw me for a loop because I did not expect this to be that direct. “They like the suggestion box adventures more than the ME adventures.” Them being happy is a BAD THING. WHAT.

Caine is dealing with feelings he’s probably never felt before because we can assume he’s never had his purpose come into question this strongly before, ONG!!!

The temper and the savior thing seem to be going hand in hand in that way, since all the issues that come with wanting to be THE ONE to make others happy (for machine purposes on his end) comes with a lot of struggle, therefore a lot of lashing out.

Im still very curious however on what spectrum of emotion he’s incapable of feeling, since tiredness is something we saw from the baseball game. I would have speculated before it was GENUINE rage but ep 3 already put that into question, and now 5 proves me ABSOLUTELY wrong. Maybe… sadness? I don’t think we’ve ever seen him genuinely sad before…. which is actually kind of scary 😭

We’ve seen him stressed, mad, tired, but not sad

….I cant imagine that helps with the temper problems- if you can’t be sad ABOUT something, you’re going to be mad AT someone

But onto the things that make me feel gaslighted district

Zooble severely underreacted to being threatened like that- and im just left kind of confused. Like they say the only thing holding him back is the fact that he likes them, and they wouldnt push it, but- but theyre pushing it?? a lot??? im so confused 😭 I dont even have an analysis on that

What I DO have analysis on though is JAX and his relation to Caine

Jax’ subtle yet not subtle reaction to realizing Caine may have lied about what he can do, makes me INCREDIBLY intrigued, honestly Jax and Caines interactions in this entire episode have me thinking I was right about their relationship/dynamic being something of interest later in the show.

A lot of people complain, but whenever Jax specifically does, Caine is always quick to pop in and explain to him why whats happening is happening. Specifically in the democracy, and voting Zooble to turn into a slug bits. Then when Caine comments on Jax’ acting- It just feels like it’s leading up to something. What also doesn’t help their case is how both of their stances on adventures seem practically identical. How can Caine tell a compelling story without horrific things? How can Jax have FUN without horrific things???

Since Jax and Pomni seem to be getting closer, I have a feeling this is leading up to Jax informing her/the audience about some of the shit he does behind the scenes, because all of this leads me to believe he works with Caine on a more personal level. I dont think their like- partners in crime, but more rather Jax taking as much control as possible. Like if he doesn’t have control, he’ll find ways to control the person who does. But THEN I feel like that’d be leading to Jax slowly finding out through the punishment thing in episode 4, and the vegan thing in ep 5, that Caine still has the upper hand in every way.

Which, as all good things do, leads me to the best place imaginable the INTERMISSION SEQUENCE

That…like a lot of the episode less intrigued and more confused me which I didnt particularly like, I still prefer the last episodes to this one if im being so honest…but the intermission sequence was probably one of the best things ive ever seen in my entire life…

I feel it has SO much symbolism, which I wont put my specific thoughts about here just yet, thatll be saved for my slideshow, but the sequence AS A WHOLE is incredible in conveying the fact that Caine has everyone under his control to a SCARY degree. Like we all already knew this, but I feel like this just hammered it home- it feels like a nicer version of the fucking Happy Place sequence where he’s torturing everybody. Caine isnt torturing everyone, but he’s still demonstrating the POWER yknow?

But basically my thoughts and feelings summed up into one sentence

This is Papyrus 2015 all over again.

[5tarchaser]

.:･˚₊ mission: evacuate

pairing: assassin!jay x fem agent!reader ft. jungwon and jake of enhypen genre: rivals to ??, inspired by mcu fics

synopsis: you and jay are asked to work together on a mission, even though it is well known around the compound that you guys don't work well together.

word count: 1.6k

warnings: swearing, mentions of wounds, poor attempts at humour, a little angst, fluff, although inspired by mcu no plot spoilers

a/n: im backkk!!! havent written in forever cause uni took all my writing motivation away :/ still have a bunch of fics drafted from forever ago but wanted to post this first. inspired by mcu fanfics cause they created thunderbolts for me (i love bucky barnes give him more screentime). thank the mcu for reviving my bucky era (which never left) and fanfic writing gears :p honestly not entirely sure about the ending of this fic but what can i do T-T hopefully writing block doesnt hit me like a truck again, enjoy!!!

“You guys get that?”

You look up from the mission files in your hand, making eye contact with Jungwon, the team’s leader. 

“One quick question,” you say while raising your hand. “Do I really have to be paired up with this prick?” 

There wasn’t anything wrong with Jay per se—at least skill-wise—but something about his personality was always off. You can agree that he is good at what he does and has is impressive on the battlefield, but that doesn’t take away from the fact that he’s always given you a cold shoulder since entering the team. You don’t know if it’s because you’re a simple agent while he’s a trained assassin, but there’s no need for him to be so condescending.

“I could ask the same thing,” the said prick mentions.

Jungwon shakes his head. “Jay, you are one of our best assassins,” he says sternly. Assassin, more like asshole. Jungwon turns to you, “And Y/N, you’re one of the best agents in this compound, and believe it or not, the assets both of you bring to the table work well together.”

“I find that very hard to believe,” Jay states as you roll your eyes.

“Look, as much as I know how much you guys despise each other for some unknown reason, this mission is a quick grab and go, and I trust you both enough not to have this mission turn sideways no matter what differences you guys have.” Jungwon states. “Plus you guys won’t be fully alone, Jake will be on comms during the whole mission.”

“Oh great, put us with the rookie who happens to be Jay’s best friend,” you mutter.

“So with that, I hope to see you guys at the jet by 5AM tomorrow morning. Meeting dismissed.”

Without so much as a word, the two of you guys head out into your respective rooms, preparing for a short but dreadful mission.

As you suit up waiting for the jet to land, Jay comes up to you, dropping the map of the base onto your lap. “Here’s the map of the base, all you have to do is get to the panel room and extract the CCTV footage. Don’t fuck it up.”

You purse your lips and furrow your brows, feigning annoyance. “You’re giving this to me as if Jungwon didn’t already explain the mission. I know what I have to do, I’ve done it before.”

As the jet comes to a stop, you turn to Jay, “You better not fuck up either. The moment someone spots you, we’re both dead.”

"You saying you have no trust in me sweetheart?" He states with his hand to his chest, acting hurt.

"Yup."

You both enter the facility without any difficulties, which garnered suspicion. “Everything seems a bit too easy,” you mutter to Jay. “The only time I’d actually agree with you,” he responds. “Just get to the panel room as quickly as you can, then we’ll be out of here.”

“Roger that.”

Finding the panel room was just as easy as breaking and entering into the facility. It’s as if people expected us to come here. “Hey, Jake,” you speak into the comms, “Can you scan the surroundings? Check if there are any traps around or inside the base.”

“Copy.”

Looking at the screens in the panel room, it wasn’t hard to locate where to collect all the drives. But it just didn’t make sense as to why it’s been so easy. No traps, no guards, it was just given to you.

“Seems like there’s no suspicious activity in or outside the base,” Jake speaks into your ear. “Y/N, just get the CCTV footage, and do it quickly. The longer we’re here, the more time people can come and get us.” Jay says.

“Ok, ok, calm your tits, Jay, I have the USB in.”

Watching as the files move to the USB, you take a better look at your surroundings. The room was just like any old panel room in these abandoned bases. Nothing looked out of the ordinary, but normally by this time, guards would come and start shooting, or traps would be set off. Yet nothing has happened. Maybe I’m overthinking it. This is an abandoned base anyways.

When watching the screen, a small red glow catches your eye in the corner of the far left camera. You had told Jake not to switch off all the cameras, just in case that set off an alarm. But the red glow was quite distracting. As if there was a camera recording you at that moment. But that shouldn’t be. Jake said there was nothing suspicious about this room. Must be some random glitch on the screen. 

You can’t help but stay focused on the red glow that was beeping. Almost like it was using Morse code. It was sort of hypnotizing. It drew you in, blocking all your senses. You walked closer towards the panel, unbeknownst to the smell of something burning and the sound of Jay yelling into your ear. 

“Y/N,” Jay spoke urgently, “we need to evacuate. Y/N evacuate now, the mission’s been compromised.”

Smoke fills your vision and nostrils, not being able to recognize your surroundings. As you close your eyes, the last thing you remember is the feeling of being lifted off the ground.

Opening your eyes, you recognize the bright white walls of the compound’s infirmary. You groan as you sit upright on the bed, not remembering a single thing from the mission. One second you’re extracting CCTV files, and the next second you’re in bed with a pounding headache and what seems to be a bunch of patched-up bruises and cuts. Well, now I feel like shit.

“Knock, knock.”

You see an unscathed Jay by the door, with a steaming mug in his hand. “Can I come in?”

You grunted as a response.

“I bought you hot chocolate, Jungwon says it’s your favourite,” he says, looking at you expectantly.

You reach your hand out to receive the hot chocolate. “What are you doing here?” you say after blowing on the hot chocolate. He shrugged, “Just wanted to see how you were doing.”

“That’s surprising to hear. I would’ve thought you were sent here by Jungwon.”

“I mean, he did tell me about the hot chocolate.”

An awkward silence filled the room, with the sound of you occasionally sipping your hot chocolate.

“What actually brings you here, Jay?” you asked. “I’m sure you aren’t here to just silently watch me drink hot chocolate. You here to tell me that I finally failed a mission like I inevitably would?” you say with discontent.

He gives you a displeased look. “I—” “Or are you here to laugh in my face and tell me how I suck at my job and need to go back to being an agent in training? Because whatever it is, I just need you to tell me straight up.”

“I wasn’t gonna say any of that,” he trailed off. “Is that what you really think I’m here to say? Do you think of me that lowly?”

“I mean, you tell me, you clearly don’t think I’m a good enough agent. Always avoiding doing missions with me and always nitpicking on every little thing I do.” You start to list, your hot chocolate being long forgotten.

“Y/N, when have I ever told you you weren’t a good enough agent?” Jay questions.

You think back to the prior interactions you’ve had with Jay, realizing he never straight up told you that. You shrugged, “Look, just because you haven’t said it, your actions have definitely said otherwise.”

“Cut the bullshit Y/N, you know I’m not one to drop inconspicuous hints if I hated somebody. If I hate someone, they’ll 100% know from my words.”

You turn to him expectantly. “Then why do you hate me so much, Jay?” 

He shifts to the side, avoiding direct eye contact with you. “Like I said, I don’t hate you.” Time seems to slow down as you watch him hesitantly speak up. “Funny enough, it’s actually the opposite.”

“What’s the opposite?”

“You think I hate you because you’re a bad agent, but it’s actually the opposite.” He states. “You’re too good of an agent, actually, it’s as if you've been training your whole life.” He shakes his head. “I guess I was sort of, I don’t know—”

“Jealous?”

“More like intimidated.” He finally turns his body toward you, picking up the courage to look at you. “I mean, it’s kind of embarrassing when an agent who’s only been trained for what? 10 years?” You nod. “And then me, someone who was literally programmed to kill, seeing you. God, I felt like I was useless.”

“You’re not entirely useless. You help me train when I imagine your face on the punching bag.” You joke.

He lets out a soft chuckle. “Good to know you think of me.” 

A silence fills the room. The silence that was once filled with tension was now somewhat comfortable.

Jay begins to speak up. “I know my reasoning isn’t entirely valid. But I do want to tell you that I’m sorry.”

You shake your head, which may have been a bad idea considering the headache that is still there. “You’re honestly good, Jay. It’s all in the past.”

“Hopefully we can start over.” He suggests. “Maybe we can make that punching bag scenario real. You can hit me as much as you want.”

“I’ll definitely take you up on that offer.” You reply.

He begins to stand up. “I’ll let you rest up now. You inhaled a lot of the chemicals the other day.”

“Thanks, Jay.”

“Anytime, Y/N.”

As you watch him leave the room, you reach out for the hot chocolate that is now cooled down. Funny, I don’t think I’ve ever told Jungwon hot chocolate is my favourite.

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hi again bestie!!

i had another fun dad!dean and daughter!reader story. i think reader getting her wisdom teeth removed would be really funny and her being all high and weepy and stuff.

hope your day’s going well! <3

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summary𖦹 Dean takes care of you after you get your wisdom teeth out

pairing𖦹 Dean Winchester x Daughter!Reader

word count𖦹 906

notes𖦹 this is heavily inspired by my experience but with more humor cause i lowkey went nonverbal also there are some self indulgent references and also I haven't written in forever so this isn't the best but I still like it

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Today was the day. After a lot of fighting, you had finally agreed to get your wisdom teeth out. Your dad had dropped you off in the exam room and thirty minutes later he came back to pick you up and Dean could already tell you were going to be a handful. It hadn't even been five minutes since you were out of surgery before you were interrupting the nurse who was trying to explain to him how to take care of you. You were laying on the recovery bed, pulling on his arm to get his attention.

 “dad!” you say, voice muffled from the gauze in your cheeks. 

He takes a second to finish talking before turning back to you, “whats up, sweetheart”

You sigh in relief when you get his attention. “I gotta pee” 

“Ok, the bathrooms over there, you need help getting up?” He replies, calmly 

“I can do it on my own” you sass but after a couple seconds of struggling, you look up at him with sad eyes “dad, I can't do it on my own” 

Dean smiles fondly and rolls his eyes before grabbing your elbow to help stabilize you. “It’s ok, I got you.” 

You grip onto him as you two slowly walk towards the bathroom, “you need to come in with me”

He pauses for a second, “seriously”

Your eyes start to well up with tears, “dad! I can fall into the toilet and die!”

“Fine, but im not helping you wipe” He jokes

You approach the bathroom and Dean carefully leads you inside, making sure you aren't gonna fall, before he turns to the wall to give you privacy. After he helped you finish washing up, he led you out to the recovery room to grab some paper work and your wisdom teeth (you apparently insisted on keeping them). 

The walk to the car was slow. You had stopped about three times to tell him about how you think you were awake during surgery and then you got the hiccups and had to stop till they went away. Your dad was patient with you though, and waited as long as you needed before you got in the car. 

The second you were both situated, you demanded the aux cord (which he only installed in baby for you). He hooks his phone up and looks up at you, “what do you wanna listen to sweetheart?”

“Ummmmmm….play hard times” You mumble out

He presses play on the paramore song before exiting the parking lot, making sure to drive slower for you.

 “No!” you say, exasperated.

Dean looks at you with confusion, “what's wrong”

“This isn't the song I asked for” You respond, like it's the most obvious thing in the world.

He looks back down at his phone to check that he didn't mess up. “This is hard times” “I want hard times by ethel cain, not paramore” You correct, shaking your head.

His brows furrow when he hears the name. “Ethel Cain? Cain? Seriously, what kind of a name is that?”

You roll your eyes, “Oh my gosh dad, not everything is about your trauma, just play the fucking song”

He grumbles something under his breath about how this experience isn't as funny as AFV (yes he still watches that) makes it seem, before changing the song to shut you up. Almost immediately, you're swaying along to the music like you're having a religious experience. Dean chuckles lightly, god, you're an emotional wreck. He can't wait for you to sleep the drugs off.

After a while of you whining about his horrible DJ skills, You two finally pull up outside the bunker. He quickly parks the car and goes around to the other side, letting you hold onto him as you make your way down the steps and inside. He leads you to your room and sets you up in your bed.

 Your dad leaves the room to bring you some water, but when he comes back in he sees you playing with your tongue–sticking it out and feeling it with your fingers. “Sweetheart, stop messing with your face” He says while pulling your hand away from your mouth. 

“My tongue feels like my lip.” You explain before trying to feel up your face again.

Dean continues to hold your wrists away from your face as he tries to distract you from messing with anything in your mouth” sweetheart, how about you take a nap”

You shrug “I'm not tired”

“Well, maybe you can watch something” He suggests 

“Ohh, you should watch with me” You excitedly grab his arm, trying to pull him into bed with you.

He joins you on the mattress and grabs your tv remote from your bedside table. “Sure, what do you wanna turn on”

“Sinjin drowning” you reply, resting your head on his shoulder as he scrolls through the apps.

He pauses for a second “Seriously, that guy's voice gives me a headache”

You roll your eyes and grab onto him, making him look down at you. “Come on dad, im healing, you have to turn on what I want”

He gives in with a smile and exaggerated eye roll “fine”

You had gotten through about five minutes of the video before you fell asleep on dean. He paused the tv to get some rest too, he'd need it if this is what the rest of the week is gonna look like.

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Pairing: Ava Starr x Fem!Reader

Summary: As Ava enters the void that had taken Yelena, she is forced to face her deepest pain and it was not what she thought she would be seeing.

Words: 5.2k

Note: i am sorry for all the angst for this one, but hey i never write sad endings so hope you'll enjoy this!!! this is sort of a continuation of my recent work so please check it out as well! genuinely hoped we got to see Ava's void room too so i thought of this. also im loving the surge of Ava fics now that she's getting all the love.

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"I'm going after her."

Ava took a deep breath while pulling out Taskmaster's sword from her belt. She marches towards where Yelena had disappeared like a shadow and someone grabs her arm,

"And then what?" It was Bucky who reasonably questioned her action.

"If she did that, she did it for a reason." Ava points out, worrying about the blonde's safety. As much as Bucky wanted to believe her point of view, his judgement got the best of him and shots back at her,

"Well what if she's dead, huh? What if there's no coming back?"

Ava stares at the growing darkness outside thinking of something. Anything other than just standing around and waiting for it to take all of them. Even if Yelena had said terrible things about the brunette five minutes ago, she still cared for her. The brunette bit her lip as she tried to convince herself that there's still hope for her.

Just a sliver of hope.

"What if she isn't." Her voice filled with wonder.

Behind her John had his eyebrows furrowed while he tried to figure something out and remembered what had happened when he pulled Bob up from the hole they climbed out of earlier. The vision he saw himself being dismissive and cruel towards his now ex-wife. He had hoped to not be reminded of his regrets letting things go too far between him and Olivia. John wanted to pretend it was just a dream, yet deep down he knew he could never lie to himself about the divorce. John tries to rationalize his vision before opening it up to the team,

"Wait, wait, wait— I think she might be right. Back in the vault I went somewhere I can't explain." He joins in, pushing himself off the wall.

"What happened?" Alexie asks, still grieving for his daughter.

Everyone could hear the desperation in the Russian's voice and none of them could blame him for his state. He already lost a daughter, and sure as hell he could not afford losing his last one. Deep down Alexie knew he didn't deserve to feel the grief he felt after abandoning Yelena to deal with her emptiness but he wanted to change that. He can't let his daughter down again.

"When I grabbed Bob's hand in the vault I saw a vision. Something that happened before that made me feel so dull... So empty." John took a deep breath and remembered the look on his ex-wife's face when he walked out of the room and left her to look after their baby.

"It did bring me back to where I was after. It could be a portal of some sort."

"Maybe that's it! We enter the shadow and find Yelena. If we try hard enough we can get her back!" Alexie vouched for.

"Stop, we can't just jump to conclusions. We could all just turn into nothing and never return even if what Walker says is true." Bucky chimes in without realizing that Ava had already escaped his grip.

"Then I would rather die trying than accept that Yelena's gone. It can't be for nothing, Barnes." The brunette concluded before she put on her helmet and pushed through the growing void nearing them.

"It can't be all for nothing."

They watch in awe as Ava disappears in the void similarly to the rest of the civilians outside.

Ava felt her soul drop the moment she stepped into it. The heaviness of her body was overwhelming when she had awoken. She checked her body for anything missing though everything in her body was still in place. No phasing or pain, her body was put together. Her grey eyes looked around and recognized the old warehouse her father had bought in order to continue his quantum physics research. The loud creeks of the machine made her snap her head to its direction and there she saw her father's panicked figure running back to the computer. Elihas kept entering all the codes he thought that could stop the quantum tunnel from collapsing. It was Ava's first time to see how terrified her father was in that moment when she stood close to where he stood. He constantly muttered 'no' under his breath as he watched the screen flash red continuously.

"Daddy..." Ava almost sounded like her young self when she called for him.

She had almost forgotten how he looked as she stared into his side profile. All those years of suffering and pain had Ava forgetting her parents' voice and features, and she hated herself for letting it happen. Her mother's sweet voice when she sings her a lullaby to sleep was her favorite memory of her that she still holds dear to this day. As for her father, his stories about animals and insects piqued her interest. Ava wished to hear more of them when she grew, but her memory couldn't hold all those precious moments forever.

Elihas turned to the brunette when it looked like he heard her voice and she watched before her eyes as the quantum tunnel explodes, a quantum wave pushing him off from the computer. Ava reacted fast and untangled her physical body before the wave could hit her, but to her surprise it sent her flying. A loud thud was heard when the brunette landed on her side and she gasped from the force she felt when her body reappeared again. Her mask retracts when she tried to brush the pain off.

Ava turned her body at the sight of her father on the ground before the door to the lab was pushed wide open and her young self ran out to him, her mother tailing behind her.

"No—" Both her and Elihas cautioned them before huge waves of quantum energy bursts from the quantum tunnel.

Everything went black after.

Ava's ears rang from it all as she slowly opened her eyes and processed what she just witnessed. She couldn't believe that she had just relived that memory. Examining the area, she grasps that she was brought back to where she was earlier. She witnesses as Elihas rushes back in to reach for the computer to try saving his research and she shakes her head when she learns that her memory had repeated itself.

"No... not again." Ava uttered before she tried to reach for the door and get out of the memory. The metal frame wouldn't budge as she attempted to kick it open when pulling didn't work.

The brunette used her ability to phase past it and it felt like crashing into a brick wall when she couldn't get through it. A curse slipped out of Ava's lips at the failed attempts and continued to thinker for another way out around the lab, realizing the windows were too high for her to escape from. She felt the wave shove her off again but she quickly recovered this time and noticed a huge hole next to the door. Ava didn't let herself hesitate any further and ran towards it.

Yet before she could reach her exit, another wave pushed her off and it crashed her into another room instead. A cough came out of her as she tried to catch her breath on the floor when she gained consciousness again. Ava had landed on her stomach this time and she used her body weight to turn herself around, recognizing the ceiling of the room she had entered.

She stands up from the well tiled floor and studies the room only to notice the marbled counter tops and appliances resting on them. She couldn't forget that old yellow stand mixer that rested next to the microwave. The familiar furniture placed in the room and the vase that was frequently filled with a variety of flowers were the same as it was from how she left. Ava took off her gloves when she slowly paced to the fridge and saw the picture she had kept in the inner pockets of her suit, tenderly rubbing the face of the person she had missed dearly. Out of the rest of her pained memories she had in mind, this was the excruciating of them all that she hoped to never go through again.

It could have been the moment she sacrificed an innocent civilian during a mission for Valentina or her brutal training for SHIELD as their assassin—

But it was the kitchen she shared with Y/N.

A sinking feeling in her stomach formed when she sensed her presence. Ava then faces where she felt her and sees her former lover's back facing her as she leans by the counter with her head hung. The brunette remembered the Paramore shirt Y/N wore that day and how she had her hair down. It hurt just by seeing her in that very spot, knowing what was going to transpire.

"Ava please, you told me last week it would be the last mission." Y/N croaked and she wrapped her arms around herself.

God how Ava hated hearing the exhaustion in her voice. She noticed her former lover's tears falling casually as she had given up fighting them back for so long. Ava remembered that Y/N asked her to stop taking calls from Val as they were progressively getting questionable. She should have put her foot down on that deviled woman's demands when she had promised that she would. But Ava let her ego get the best of her. The brunette then saw her past self enter the room with a clenched jaw and she had wished she had the luxury to punch her face in that moment,

"Valentina said this is a crucial one and I cannot let this one pass." She dismisses Y/N off.

"After this one, it will be the last. I'll make sure Val understands that." Ava continues before approaching her lover's spot.

"Do you even know what day your mission is?" Y/N almost begged her to put the dots together, yet her question only annoyed the brunette even more.

"Thursday— what does it matter to you? Why are you making such a fuss about this?" She heard her ask her and it broke Y/N's heart.

"You damn fool." Ava comments about her past self.

She observed the way the woman shut her eyes in defeat. With fresh eyes, she realizes how beat Y/N was after she let things boil down this way. It was like her life was being sucked out of her as their relationship crumbled.

The brunette stepped close to her and focused more on her former lover's past self. Ava has never seen her slump like this before. The slight drain of contrast from her face indicated her stress and lack of proper rest. Y/N's eyes were sore from crying and she figured she'd been doing so before her old self arrived home.

The way her heart skipped as she dawned her eyes on her let Ava know that her feelings stayed a year after Y/N broke up with her and just waited for Ava to move out of their shared home. Yearning for her after their split kept her distracted from her work. Those sleepless nights where she tried to look for her body warmth that were long gone and it made things worse when her scent faded from one of her hoodies that she stole. Val took notes when she got sloppy every now and then and it took her almost twelve months to convince herself that she's grown to let their love go.

And here was Ava tearing up as she continued to watch the memory unfold.

"Oh I don't know— my promotion party? The day my boss lets me breathe after years of being a pushover!? Maybe that's what I'm making a deal out of Ava!" Y/N lets herself explode after months of holding it all together.

"You missed some of our planned dates, you barely acknowledge me when you're home and the only time you do is when the food tastes off or when I mess up our laundry." She continues as she covers her face with her hand.

"You're not even trying to hide that you're done trying for us! For god's sake Ava no matter how many times I have told you that I need you, you keep giving empty promises—"

"I have a life too!" Ava retorted.

"I'm trying my best to manage my work-life balance. My job needs me too, Y/N! Why can't you understand that?" Y/N drops her hand from her face and shakes her head in disbelief.

She couldn't believe that she was using that excuse again.

"Ava I'm not trying to attack you. I just want you to hear how I feel and to see you try for me��� try for us." Y/N finally faces her, seeing her bloodshot eyes.

"I am trying, why do you not see that?" The brunette's defensiveness finally broke her.

"Stop defending yourself." Ava and Y/N's past self say in unison.

"Don't fight her please." The brunette pleaded to herself.

She wanted to look away in order to spare herself from reopening her wounds, but she would not let herself. Ava's self-awareness beat her to it,

Ava knew she needed to face her deepest regret.

"For fuck sake Ava Starr, why can't you understand that I'm not trying to attack your character!? I just want you to listen to me— comfort me!" Y/N practically begs before she loses balance on her knees and falls on the ground.

Both Ava and her past self tried to reach onto her, although her past self hesitated to catch her while the present Ava held both of her hands. She didn't realize that she could interact. Feeling her touch brought back chills that she never thought she could witness again. Y/N shakes with sobs as her grip on Ava's hands tighten. The brunette's heart continues to sting at the sight of her state.

After everything they have been through together, Ava couldn't bear that their relationship would reach this point. They had survived from The Blip, gone past grieving for their lost loved ones, and accompanied each other through their individual hardships. Y/N was right, Ava had been too complacent. The security of their relationship had her reducing her efforts. She deserved being celebrated and taken care of, but here she was crying her heart out on the kitchen floor asking for her partner to do something.

"You don't even want to hold me. Do you even want me at all?" Ava hears her cry. The brunette crouched down to match her level and couldn't find the right words to say to her.

"...I-I can't do this, Ava." Y/N whimpers in between her sobs.

"Let's take a breather, love. We'll talk about it—"

"I meant this, us." She prevented her from finishing her sentence and turned to her direction to see the disturbed look on Ava's face.

Ava watches her let go of her hands and look at her past self. The brunette could see how dumbfounded she was as she stared at Y/N.

"I'm exhausted from lying to myself that you still want us to work this out." Tears started to pool Ava's eyes as she started to catch up to what was happening.

"We can and we will. Please give me more time." Ava tries to take a hold of her hand but she flinches.

"I'm sorry but it's over, Ava. I can't take—"

A loud crash caught all their attention as the china cabinet blew into pieces when a few bodies flew out. Ava suddenly activated her helmet to suit up and unsheathe her sword to prepare herself from danger. She hides herself behind the island in order to assess her situation before striking.

"Ava are you here??" One of them sort of yelled and she recognized their voice.

"Ghost lady, it's us!"

The brunette took a peek, realizing it was Bucky and Alexie looking rugged from the crash. Both supersoldiers wore the same clothes that they had the last time Ava saw them. A sigh was heard from her as she withdrew her helm before she forcibly wiped her tears away, revealing herself to them.

"How did you guys get here?" Ava questions, putting away the sword and coming to them.

"Walker was telling the truth! I woke up in my house—"

"There's no time. Let's go and find John before he gets stuck in his room." Bucky abruptly lets her know before the Red Guardian could start rambling, rushing to the front door by breaking into it.

Ava looks back to past Y/N who stared at her. Her tearstricken face almost had her glued to her position, but she knew that this wasn't real and it was only a painful memory.

She finally held herself accountable for what happened.

"I'm so sorry, Darling... For everything." Ava voiced to her before she followed the supersoldiers to the next room.

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Standing in front of the porch of her previous home brought mixed emotions to Ava Starr as she noticed the obvious changes of the landscaping. A bird feeder could be seen near the willow tree filled with assorted seeds and the rose bushes had been replaced with breathtaking smooth hydrangeas. It was something Y/N had been wanting to do when they were still together but had no time to spare from her work. They were neatly planted and it brought more life to the appearance of her house as the sun slowly readies itself to set.

Ava thought the hydrangeas looked marvelous.

So much so that the bouquet of lilies she had bought with Bucky this morning in the supermarket couldn't compare and she hesitated for a second.

Part of her wanted to leave them by the doormat and never come back, but she knew to herself that being a coward would not get her anywhere. Bill didn't raise her to give up so easily. Besides, Yelena wouldn't let her back out either when she's only a few meters away in a black sedan. Even though the Russian's persistence to watch over her was annoying, she appreciated her support.

Ava had worn simpler clothes than her black combat suit. She didn't want things to be more complicated if she saw her in them and her abilities had been better. A simple grey pantsuit with a white tee shirt underneath looked good on her. Alexie and John had insisted for Ava to be more presentable although she thought their suggestion was over the top. Her thoughts ended up being a scramble whether she put on a pantsuit or just plain jeans. Bob had the idea to mix both formal and casual look. She liked his opinion and she paired it with her hair down this time than how she usually does with a low bun.

Taking a deep breath, Ava dragged her feet to the front door with nervousness accompanying each step. She awkwardly paused by the doormat and chewed her bottom lip as she felt herself hold back from reaching for the button. The hesitation from her end was frustrating and Ava hated it.

All she had to do was press the damn button so why was it so unnerving to do so?

Even Yelena who was watching from the distance groaned at her.

Before she could ring the doorbell, the front door carefully opened and revealed Y/N. Ava thought she could handle herself from seeing her again after witnessing their last memory in her Void Room, yet her heart betrays her as it beats uncontrollably. Y/N's face was unreadable by the way she bore her eyes at Ava who stiffly stood in front of her with wide eyes, like she couldn't believe she was real.

"I—" Ava made an attempt to speak and she felt her throat go dry.

Y/N's features had grown for the last sixteen months for the better. The heavy bags that used to rest on under her eyes had lessened and the colors of her face were brighter than the last time she saw her. Hair was a bit shorter, they were a bit past her shoulders. But the rest was unchanged. She had maintained her body weight and her coral blossom blouse matched with some black slacks and loafers covered her. Y/N had just gotten off work and was about to unwind. The woman's eyes still looked at her the same way.

Ava thought she was as beautiful as the day she watched her go.

"Hi Ava..." Y/N was able to bring herself to acknowledge her presence. The brunette stares into her eyes and couldn't help but feel her stomach churn. Listening to her voice brought butterflies to her stomach.

"Hi Y/N." Ava greets her with a straight lip before she slowly continues, "May I come in?"

She had anticipated for her to be rejected with a slammed door, instead she was met with the opposite. Ava watch as Y/N open the door wider for her to be welcomed,

"I've been waiting for you to make a move. You have been awkwardly standing there for almost 10 minutes. My doorcam thought you were an intruder." Ava cringes at the idea.

"Apologies. I was— trying to get myself to do it." She admits as she enters the foyer and notices how everything was almost still in place. But before she could let herself get distracted, Ava hands the lilies to her with a blush.

"For you." She shared and saw Y/N handle them with care.

"These are beautiful, Ava. Thank you. Let me just put them somewhere nice." A rare smile appears before she puts them aside.

Y/N excused herself and disappeared in the kitchen. Ava let her curiosity get the best of her and strut her way to the living room where a show was playing on the TV. A picture frame caught her attention by the console table and she approached to pick it up to see a picture of them and Dr. Foster laughing in the frame. Ava remembered it was taken in one of Bill's gatherings. He had invited the two to join him as his company and she recalls how inept she was from trying to hold a conversion with other guests. If it weren't for Y/N's instinct to take over for her, she would have embarrassed herself.

The corner of Ava's lips curve at the memory. She felt at ease knowing that she still had that frame up and placed it back to its resting spot before Y/N found her. She had removed the plastic wrap and placed the flowers in a medium sized vase with water.

"There we go, perfect." Y/N happily settles it down next to the picture.

"So, New Avengers, huh?" She starts as she faces Ava with an awkward smile. It had the brunette scratching the back of her neck at the mention of her new group.

"It's... not what you think it is. Valentina tricked us all into it and now we're stuck with the name." Ava tries to explain.

Y/N tilts her head before asking, "What do you mean?".

"Val had us all gathered to be killed whilst she tried washing the blood off her hands. As Barnes says, we were her 'most crucial evidence' to impeach her. Now she's stuck with us." She went on further and saw her nod slowly as she processed the information.

"Well, I'm happy I didn't hold you back. I'm sure Dr. Foster is proud of you."

Ava knew she meant well. Although, it aches her heart knowing that the woman felt like she held her back from her potential. She reaches for Y/N's hands and reluctantly holds them. She was almost scared that they were too delicate for her to touch. A spark of hope ignites in her when she realizes she wasn't pulling away from her just yet. Y/N lets her do what the brunette pleases and keeps her eyes on her.

A year later and those careful eyes made Ava so vulnerable.

"Y/N I—" She cuts herself off and tries to hold herself together.

"It's okay, take your time." Y/N reassures her and it was enough to crumble those walls she has put up after experiencing their last memory.

"W-What happened between us, I know I don't deserve to be welcomed here. How I treated you was unfair and cruel. I was a fool to treat you aside and let myself get carried away in my work." Ava opens to her, avoiding her anticipating look.

"I'm aware that I am way too late to apologize but for what it's worth, I am sorry for everything." She feels Y/N's touch pull away from hers.

Ava felt empty at the loss of her warmth. She was so distracted by it that she hadn't noticed the tears falling. Gentle hands made their way to her jaw and guided her view back to Y/N's concerned expression. Her eyes furrowed at the sight of Ava tearing up in front of her and she captured a tear with her thumb, caressing her cheek in the process. She had missed the woman's warmth so much that she leaned into it. Both could hear their chests pounding from how close they were to each other. Y/N joins her and silently cries at her confession.

"I have forgiven you in my heart long ago, Ava Starr." She croaked as her eyes softened. The brunette couldn't believe it in her heart. How could she just pardon her like that?

"How?" Ava let her curiosity get the best of her,

"How could you forgive me so easily after everything I put you through?" Y/N's smile was tender as she listened to her.

"You're not the only one with regrets, Ava. Yes, you were unfair to me in the end, but it doesn't define who you are and how you were throughout our relationship." Y/N admits with sorrow in her tone,

"I regret letting your nightmare come true and walking out of your life."

Ava remembers what she meant. She recalls when they were still hiding in Bill's house and she was crying to herself after her sleep was cut short. Her heart aches at the memory of them that night and she remembers the promise the woman before her made. Y/N's breathing started to come short as small hiccups accompany her sobs and it made Ava worry. She gently pulls her in her arms and comforts her, stroking her hair. The gesture had Y/N hold onto her and sob into her shirt, ruining it with her mascara. She admits that she hasn't let herself cry about them after so long while being preoccupied with her life.

"It's okay, Love, breathe." Ava coos as she lets her pour her feelings.

Calling her by their previous pet names rolled right through her tongue. Ava's voice brought shivers down her spine. Y/N could tell she kept the same scent she used all these years while she tried to relax her breathing. She remembers that she gifted that perfume to her during one of their dates.

When she is finally able to pull herself together, Y/N pulls slightly away from her and studies her features that she had missed. The moles above her left eyebrow and left cheek that were her favorite to kiss, her grey eyes that bore the same beauty the first time they met, and her lips that were plump as ever. She stares at them longer, longing to feel them against hers. Ava observed her as registered what was happening and she slowly closed the gap between them, meeting her half way to capture Y/N's lips with a soft kiss. One that they both missed after a year of separation.

It was slow, both of them savored each other's chapstick and Ava couldn't help but squeeze her hips gently. Y/N was the one to deepen the kiss as she moved her arms to her neck, using one of her hands to run them through her hair. It was Ava who pulled away from the kiss as she gasped for air. Y/N follows along while she keeps her arms in place, looking into her piercing grey eyes to get lost in them.

"I still love you, Y/N. I always have." Ava admitted,

"I thought I could let things go by letting myself wrapped up in my work, but all I ever did was lie to myself about how I felt from it all." She continues to reflect.

"If you could find it in your heart to give me another chance, I will make up for all the lost time we had. I won't let things go south this time." Y/N smiles hopefully at her assurance.

"Things will go south no matter what happens, Ava." Y/N offered solace to her.

"But what matters is how we'll get through it all, together." Y/N's words brought light to the brunette's eyes, "D-Do you mean...?"

"That I still want you? Of course I still do." She clears the confusion between her words.

"What makes you think I could move on when I still sleep in the same bed that we shared? I can't even bring myself to throw away our framed pictures in our bedroom or your old skin-tight suit in my closet." Y/N reveals as she plays with Ava's baby hair by her nape.

"I think about you every now and then, Ava. I've missed you." Her honesty had the brunette smile with her eyes. Y/N loved that smile of hers and she plants a peck at the corner of her lips,

"I've missed you too, way too much." Ava felt the weight that she carried earlier had been lifted when she let those words out.

They stayed in the moment until they noticed the sky darken from the living room window and they moved to the couch instead. The show that Y/N had left on had been forgotten while the two caught up with each other's lives. Ava had learned that Y/N was still working in the same company but her manager had been changed for the better. Bill had also visited her during her birthday and Scott had given her his book through mail with a handwritten letter asking how she's been. Y/N on the other hand had listened to Ava's stories about her team and how she and Yelena had been close as of recently. She still couldn't believe the whole 'we were sent to kill each other but we're good now' thing so she moved past it.

"So... what happens to us now?" Ava wondered as she fiddled with the woman's fingers.

"...We take things slow for now. I still need time to get used to this again before we can take the next step." Y/N answers gently.

"We can start by... having dinner! Are you staying for long?" Ava nods with a shy smile painted on her face. The woman then beams at her answer,

"Good, I hope you're patient because you're helping me pan-fry some salmon." Y/N informed her before she got off the couch to head to the kitchen. Ava doesn't realize that she meant now as she follows her behind.

When she walks past the window, Ava notices a black sedan parked in front of the house, recalling that a certain Russian was waiting for her call before she scrambled for her phone in the inner pocket of her blazer.

"Hang on, I have to call Yelena!"

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a/n: i hope you enjoyed! have a great day and feel free to send requests!

[garez19]

yandere! best friend’s brother x reader (pt.2)

notes/warnings: sibling abuse, gender neutral reader, english is not my language, i have ABSOLUTELY no idea how to use punctuation, not proofread

i really hope this one’s turned out okay. im pretty new at this whole blogging concept so… bear with me.

wc: 1.6k

[part 1] [part 2]

six months had passed since you graduated. you had been trying your best to find the common ground between iris and emil for six months.

as you both pursued your education further, you and iris had already picked different career paths, which meant your schedules weren’t as aligned anymore. however, you were still her best friend, and you were always going to be her best friend. iris, the master of destroying everything she’d ever touched, somehow couldn't break you, no matter how hard she tried. and for that, she felt blessed. you must’ve been a gift sent by gods, a reminder that she was, in some ways, truly special.

yet you weren’t sure if she'd still think that once she found out you started hanging out with emil. it shouldn’t have been such a big deal, but it was. hell, it wasn't even your idea.

it all started 6 months ago, the day you’d met in the coffee shop—desperate, looking for salvation in his demolished mind, and about to break. ready to collapse, something his sister wasn't able to cause. the reason he took the lead. the only thing iris wasn’t able to accomplish, which was why he took the lead—slowly, trying not to startle you.

“mind explaining why you’re telling me all this?” he asked as you took another sip from your coffee. he had reason to be confused, and you couldn't really blame him when he implied you were doing all this to feel about yourself.

“because, like I said, you don’t deserve it. and because I know iris is better than that,” you answered. he let out a loud sigh while contemplating leaving, not wanting to communicate with someone who idealized iris to this point. then he imagined the look on her face when she realized you were not her very dear friend anymore. he decided to pursue you a little bit more.

“okay, thank you, appreciate it,” he replied indifferently as he leaned in closer to you, “and how are you going to help me exactly?” he mumbled. were you going to try and fail miserably again? you pulled back to regain space. “I will try and talk to her. and then–” he cut you off, “I don’t want you to.” he was so certain about not wanting help, which certainly pushed you off.

“emil, you need–” you tried once more, yet he interrupted again, “look, I’m the one who has to deal with her when you’re done lecturing, and I don’t want any part of it, okay?” he took a deep breath. “I’m not a child anymore.”

you were so much like iris in the sense that you only did whatever seemed the best for you, and never looked back. he could sense that, hell, he could see that. and you seemed confused—like a spoiled kid who wouldn’t take no as an answer, like it was your first time getting rejected. and it seemed you needed some guidance, as you kept opening and closing your mouth.

“hang out with me.”

you were baffled by the sudden request. because, from what you’d seen, emil made it very clear that he didn’t like you any better than his sister. you looked at the dessert—a slice of cheesecake, untouched.

“if you want to help in some way, just hang out with me. I don’t have any friends, and I'm feeling quite bored.” he added. and you highly doubted it, given that you had seen him with a handful of people. but you did not really have the guts to turn him down, especially when he put it like that. he put the cheesecake right in front of you, as if he was getting ready to leave.

“well, sure.” you answered before he said anything. “should I keep it a secret from her?” you asked. you still didn’t want iris to cause him –and you– a headache. even though you still felt like she deserved knowing, no matter what.

“yeah, ideally,” he affirmed. dealing with iris was not quite the biggest problem, but her realizing the toy she’d adored so dearly was about to be taken wasn’t something he wished to happen so early. not when you were still a mere puppet of iris. (no matter how hard you tried to act like a saint) not when you were going to crawl back to her the moment she called out your name.

but no matter what, if she wasn’t willing to share her toys, he was going to carve one out for himself, one that is almost identical to hers.

***

you failed to understand how your best friend was cruel to such a person. you failed to understand why the two were never able to get along when emil was nothing but compatible all the time. he was okay with everything, not because he didn’t want to upset you –or anyone, for that matter– but because he never seemed to have any strong preferences for anything. he liked going around the town for new adventures, but if you wanted to sit down and drink a cup of coffee, who was he to say no?

“have you decided what you want to study?” you asked as he was absently scribbling down some song lyrics of an old band, wearing only one earbud. “I’m thinking of medicine,” he replied, still seeming unbothered. emil had a knack for biology, and he liked exploring the world studying it. he looked up at you when you didn’t give him a reaction, “how are your studies going?” you grabbed your book on the table and put it back in your backpack. “not bad, I guess.” you muttered. you two, seemingly bored with your little studying session, had agreed to study together at least twice a week. it felt nice, and although emil and iris didn’t resemble each other personality-wise, they still brought a similar type of comfort to you.

and they brought a similar type of suffering.

“your phone’s going off.” emil said as he looked at the phone on the table.

iris🤍

you took a peek at emil. he seemed still, not looking at you but the phone. he didn’t seem upset, bothered or disappointed. and it was as if he simply was not there. he just observed the whole scene as a spectator.

you took the call. and to be fair there wasn’t anything new. she kept going on and on about how busy she was, and how much she missed you, and if you were available anytime soon. you truly missed her too, but there was some weird sting on your stomach—like it was making sure you remember you keep secrets from her.

and well, it felt so stupid, if you had to be honest, because at the end of the day you didn’t do anything wrong.

“do you still only talk to me because you feel sorry?” he said, making you snap out of it.

“pardon?” you were taken aback by the sudden question.

“are you still trying to feel better about yourself?” he accused once more. still not a visible expression on his face, as if he simply asked out of curiosity.

you didn’t answer, more like, you didn’t bother to answer.

“it’s not like I’ve done anything I should feel bad about myself.” was all you told him. and when it was time to leave and you finally saw an expression on his face–a sour one specifically– you smiled.

“sure, there were times I felt bad, but I’ve never done anything out of pity.” you said genuinely. and you then saw another expression again, one you hadn’t witnessed until that moment: he was surprised.

then you left. to meet iris. your loveliest friend.

***

emil was intrigued by how honest you sounded. you didn’t try to hide anything, nor did you feel the need to sound sympathetic. it was a short, silly sentence. it was the sentence he wished he had heard six months ago, as it gave him a different type of rush—a different kind of validation. you weren’t running out with him for redemption. you liked his company–to a degree, at least.–

he didn’t care about iris, her stupid mind games, or his parents’ unconditional love for her, her promising future, or even her petty rivalry with him. because after all, it’d be a funny scene to watch when she found out you were, in fact, not hers.

however, he was still going to remove that white heart next to her name once he got his hands on your phone.

***

the more you’d spent time with him, the more anxious you started to get. you liked emil’s company, that much was true, but you were also frightened whenever you imagined iris’ disappointment.

you were not doing anything wrong. you were not. you were not. you

“you’re definitely going to fail.” emil said while he took notes on his book. damn, it really felt like you were cheating on your spouse sometimes.

“yeah, whatever, I’m bored.” you whined. “you still haven’t got any friends?” you suddenly asked; not realizing how that sounded, nor what came over you. he turned to you quickly. oh, welp.

“and what if I have?” he blurted.

“what? I was just wondering.” you said, laughing awkwardly. your nervousness made him snap back.

“just for the record, I haven't,” he chuckled. “I’m afraid you’ll be stuck with me for a little longer.”

although you hadn't noticed the tension, his firm grip on the pen very much proved he wasn’t feeling that humorous today.

another study session had ended. you were stretching your back while emil put your stuff in your backpack.

“come over for dinner tomorrow.” just when you were ready to go, he hit you with the offer.

however, having dinner with emil and iris as a friend of both of them was not the idea you’d had for tomorrow. definitely not.

[hoshizoralone]

a post where i separate every woman in smash by how i would categorize them in relation to samus if she had a dating sim and they had to be assigned a character type (that im saving here in case i ever want to go back to think about this) . and other samus & smash girls shipping thoughts

firstly i originally posted this on bluesky so if you’re not following me there.. go do that!! @hoshizoralone.bsky.social

explanations for the tropes are as follows:

childhood friend - palutena (kid icarus and metroid game overlaps of which there are many. like come on man... this is a nobrainer)

energetic cute girls - peach/daisy/pyra (daisy is jock leaning)

jocks - wii fit trainer/alex/mythra

mysterious transfer student - sheik/mii gunner/rosalina/lucina (though samus is not in school. but i'm not sure how else to explain this trope. maybe just "mysterious character")

the love interest that openly flirts with the mc - bayonetta

(varying degrees of) nerds, the smart girls - byleth/robin/zelda/isabelle (like lets say they were put into a scenario with samus. they would be the brains of the operation. robin would have had the adam stuff in dread solved immediately)

i don't care - corrin (i really tried to think of what trope she could be but i don't even imagine samus would like her)

not viable (teenagers). these two become a background couple - min-min/leaf (well, i had thought this, but after making the post on bluesky someone told me leaf’s canon age is 11. i had thought she was nebulously teenaged…. so either age her up here, or forget this tier exists)

not viable (babies) - villagers/inklings/wendy/nana

i do think the idea of creating a sim revolving around samus would be fun, only issue is the pression has truly kicked my ass this year and i really am all out of writing ability. i have two other games already sitting in my drafts half finished…

it could make for a fun rom hack though. Maybe instead of the chozo giving you power ups its the other girls . And at the end you have to Save The Girls not the animals. Someone make that happen.

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the above isnt arranged by how much i ship it but the below is. imagine gandrayda (of metroid prime 3 fame) right under samus and then a massive powergap and then the rest of the chart:

two professional girlfailures are facing off head to head in this 500 chapter slow burn sam/palu fanfiction - palutena (palutena is a girlfailure at everything but samus only falls into that category for women. it would be an extremely long time for samus to realize palutena likes her . could they make it work when they're both so busy? read my nonexistent fic to find out)

samus has a one sided crush - peach/rosalina/wii fit trainer. (samus will never confess. peach has mario and samus isnt messing w that. samus thinks she's not cool enough for rosalina. wft is already in a relationship consult the lone wii fit trainer lore)

(in my head samus’s one sided crushes are justified like this:

peach - she is literally so pretty it’s blinding. peak femininity is making samus short circuit

rosalina - parentless lady from space who has been left alone/feels lonely resonates hard

wft - she gives constant positive feedback which i think samus is starved to hear)

i used to love sam/bayo but bayo3 sucked so i kinda dont care about it anymore - bayonetta. sad day.

one sided crush on samus - alex/robin/zelda/lucina

samus-neutral - sheik/byleth/isabelle/gunner/pymythra/daisy/corrin. (they probably wouldnt pass up the opportunity to kiss samus if given one but they're not having their thoughts occupied by her)

one sided childhood crush (thinks she's cool) (not reciprocated) - min-min (samus is sort of like a celebrity. it's sort of like having a crush on zac efron when hes 18 and youre 7)

i consider samus in her 30s so every teenager and baby who doesn't have a cute unreciprocated crush is out of the running - leaf/villagers/inklings/nana/wendy

someone had asked… where’s dark samus. for me as one of the five samus x gandrayda shippers, i think if there was a dating sim and dark samus was in it samus would immediately halt the events of the dating sim to go hunt her down as repayment for everything + the whole killing her girlfriend thing. like she cant exist in this world.

the only other samus thing i ship that isn’t mentioned here already is samus x cortana. it could be cute. i do Naut ship her with any guys. lesbian samus for life

aside from samus x gandrayda which will probably always be my ride or die ship, i think the ship with the most interesting stuff to explore is samus/palutena… they aren’t alike characterwise at all, but it’s just that their series are linked in a metatextual sense, so its fun to imagine them together. in a “we’ve been hanging around each other for a while!” kind of way. well, opposites attract..

anyways that was my post. If you read this and have thoughts let me know. Maybe i’ll draw some stuff in my freetime. Cool thanks love ya bye.

[cozage]

hello! Im kinda new to tumblr so i dont really know if im supposed to send requests here so sorry if im supposed to send it somewhere else, but for my request can it be fem! Reader x sanji? Hurt to comfort where he says something mean but then apologizes? And can you pull out the angsty bit a little, but make the ending fluffy? And for the format can it be like a mini fic? If you want you can add other characters but i mainly want sanji! Thats all! Sorry if my request didnt make sense as im new to tumblr😔. Thank youu!

A/N: Hi! You did everything perfectly!! Thank you for the request <3 it was so hard to make Sanji mean even accidentally 😭 I hope this is good! It’s also not edited so please forgive any grammatical errors!  Characters: fem reader x Sanji Cw: Sanji is an idiot and says mean things (and is a little sexist) Total word count: 900

Rude Comments

“I can do it, Sanji.” Your words came out quick and short. Your temper was rising, both at your task at hand and the blonde who was hovering behind you. He didn’t normally come with you on jobs for Franky, but he had been free today.

“It’ll be faster if I do it,” Sanji offered. He reached out for the wrench. 

“I can do it!” you snapped again. You pulled away from the task and glared at him. “Franky asked me to do this, so let me do it!”

“Well, it’s just…” Sanji eyed your clenched fist around the wrench and took a step back. “It’s not really a woman’s job to do this sort of thing, and-”

“What the hell do you mean by that?” you bellowed. “You think I’m not capable of doing this?”

Sanji threw his hands up in a plea. “No my love! It’s not that at all! It’s just…you’re not very good at this.”

It felt as though you had swallowed a stone. “Franky always asks me to do this.”

“And you’re being very helpful!” Sanji said quickly. “But he gives it to you because it’s not exactly a top priority task and…well, it’s really hard to mess up.” 

Sanji gave a weary look back to your workplace as if your handiwork spoke for itself. His pitied gaze and words made you suddenly want to be alone. 

“Fine,” you mumbled, dropping the wrench to the ground. “Fix it for me, then.”

“Of course, darling!” Sanji jumped at the wrench. You were fairly sure he was already starting to explain how he turned the bolt, but you walked out the door without listening further. 

You didn’t see Sanji for a while. That was fine with you, though. You retreated to the back of the ship and perched atop a barrel, staring out at the sea to think. Did Franky always give you useless tasks just to keep you busy? You frequently had to return to the same tasks again and again. What if Franky broke things just to have you fix them? 

The thought brought tears to your eyes. You had been so sure Franky enjoyed your company and valued your help. He had called you “super indispensable” more times than you could count. Was it all just a lie?

“Darling?” 

Sanji’s voice broke through your mental spiral and you quickly wiped the tears from your cheeks. 

“Yeah?” Your voice came out wobbly, but there was no point in hiding from Sanji. 

You turned to face him. You had been ready for him to fuss over you, but you found that he was covered in sweat and grease and plenty of other weird stains and smears. He didn’t even seem to acknowledge your puffy eyes at first. He looked too exhausted. 

“So, this is the part where I apologize,” he said softly. 

He strode over to you in three steps and swept your hair out of your face. His hands were covered in grime, and you could feel the oily substance stick to your face. The feeling made you jerk away from him, but he was already pulling out a clean cloth and wiping it away. 

“I’m sorry I said those things, my love. I know you are very capable of doing anything you put your mind to. Your persistence is one of my favorite things about you. I shouldn’t have tried to take that away from you. You didn’t deserve that, and I’m so sorry I thought I could do something better than you just because of our genders.”

His words made your eyes swell. You had planned on still being mad at him after this. But seeing those crystal blue eyes and hearing his sweet words made you crumble all over again. 

“I forgive you.” You sniffed and wiped the tears from your eyes again. “Just don’t do it again.”

Sanji let out a laugh. “Oh, I will never be taking on a task Franky gives you again. You know how I said it was ‘hard to screw up’? It turns out that was wrong. I broke the whole pipe. Franky was pissed. He said he doesn’t let anyone touch that problem except you and him. Something about the pressure system needing a delicate hand, and only the two of you have the knack for it.”

It took a moment for his words to process, but you could feel your heart swelling. “Franky only lets me do that?”

Sanji nodded, guiding you towards the kitchen. “And a few other tasks. Says you’re the only one he trusts to do it right.” 

“I didn’t know that.” You had a vague feeling that you needed to cry for an entirely different reason now. 

He gave another laugh and sat you at the counter. “Well, you always excel at everything you do. It turns out I have a lot to make up for. What should we start with, chocolate cake or ice cream?”