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suguru-getos · 5 months

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Fluffcember with Satoru Gojo

Prompt: Reassurances

Summary: You are in the early phases of your relationship with Satoru where you haven't even kissed each other yet. Taking things comfortingly and achingly slow. Unfortunately for you, you’re reminded of his ‘Uncommitted Fuckboy’ & he reassures you through it. Warnings: None really, just extreme fluff and comfort and Satoru being a care-giver and a Daddy pro max!

Your brother came back from a gathering of sorts, it was all related to Jujutsu High and being a third-year there, he was privy to a lot of information you weren’t. Though now that you’re dating his Sensei without actually telling him, your questions & curiosities have increased a tenfold. “So, how was your day?”

Your brother came in, opened the fridge like a racoon in a dumpster & took out a Coke zero, clearly tired & a tad annoyed. “S’ good.” He chuckles, rolling his eyes. “Something very funny happened today.”

You irked a brow, mostly all the funny things are related to your now boyfriend. "What happened?" You asked, curiosity bubbling behind your eyes.

"There's this sorcerer- her name's Mei Mei, she flirts with Sensei so hard it's hilarious!" He cackled, manspreading on the dining table seat after microwaving the sandwich and sighed. "She was all like- 'of course Satoru kun, you can help me can't you?' because she was assigned a mission which was seemingly hard." You felt a pang of anxiety touch your chest at that, nodding with a faked smile. Can't show your brother you're affected by this after all.

"H-heh, funny… what did he say?" You inquired, and your brother shrugged. "Said he would help." You bite your lip, of course- Satoru is not someone to refuse his aid to anyone. Even you knew that about him… but clearly, did he not pick up the signals? "Shyeah- of course." You waved your hand dismissively. "I think they have done it definitely." Your brother snickers. "I mean- Sensei is so popular I'm sure all the female sorcerers would've wanted a piece of him." He groans, "So annoying to me though."

You smiled, not able to maintain this conversation without it affecting your core. Satoru was gorgeous, he could pick a finger at anything and would get that for himself. There was absolutely no doubt about it. Which is why… it's concerning as to why he is dating someone like you. Someone so normal, someone miles away from the Jujutsu world. Someone who had no place in his world. He was utterly sweet to you as well. So far you haven't had any arguments with him either. A defeated sigh escaped your parted lips as the thoughts multiplied and cluttered your mind. You went to your room to sulk. As if being a Corporate baddie wasn't enough. Now you also need to take account of what's happening in Jujutsu world with your boyfriend. Sickening…

As if to balm your insecurity with reassurance, Satoru's name flashed on your phone screen in a phone call. "Hello.." You answered the phone hesitantly.

"Oh hello Little One! How are ya? Just checkin' up on you. Hope you don't mind that mm?" "No, not at all, I've just come home from work. How are you?" You tried to sound as normal as you can, the lower octave of your voice not gone unnoticed despite you stiffening yourself up to sound as normal as you can. "Something the matter Princess?" The nickname slipped out of his lips so easily, right now you wonder if it's so easy because its meaningless. "Nah, nothing's the matter. My brother just came home you know? So I was just talking to him about er- school and stuff." You answered half-truth. Satoru's head tilted to the side, tongue clicking. "Something that pissed you off?" He asked softly, and you nodded your head yes, but your voice lied. "Nah, s' al good. Don't worry. Maybe I'm just really tired you know?" "Mhm, gotcha~ maybe, you are tired… you know what can help? A sugar rush." Satoru snickered over the phone and you sighed. There is no way you can escape this man's gaze if you were to meet him right now. "Nah, really tired. Headachey too…" You excuse yourself, biting your lip and squeezing your eyes shut at the silence on the other side. "Alright, take rest." Satoru sounded genial and soft, and with that you heard the beep of the call disconnecting.

You were starting to get angry at yourself, why does it even matter. You two haven't even been together for a month yet. This is truly pathetic…

You shoved all the thoughts off your head, journalling them off. Whatever… who cares. Yeah, whatever…

The next few days you tried your best to ignore Satoru, picking up his calls and answering in one-word sentences, declining his proposal to meet for dates or to just catch-up. Until you finally saw him one day at your home. You gasped, blinking when you opened the door and found him manspreading on the couch as if he owned the place.

"Sah- Satoru what`" "He's just here to be a nuisance." Your brother's voice chimed in from his room. "He needs something from me." You glanced at Satoru, who quickly removed his blindfold and made sure his eyes stared right into you. "Well, not my fault you can't search for the scroll I handed to you brats." He shrugged, of course an excuse… he wanted to come and see you. "Hello, Y/N san!" He chirped excitedly, and you waved him a Hello right back; gulping. "How have you been?" Satoru asked again, you nodded with a half-smile. "I'm good, Gojo San, are you good, too?" "No, I'm not… and you know why." His tone was soft, tender, as if he didn't want the pressure of his words to get to you.

"I- I see…" You looked down at your feet, looking back up at him. "You said you'll work late today." He almost whispered, shit- you completely forgot about that excuse you made for him,

"Oh yeah- ahem, well yeah… I will freshen up and login again." You grinned, trying to save your sorry ass.

"No" Satoru simply denied your statement.

"You are going to freshen up, and then utter why you're behaving this way." He didn't sound easy this time, you were hearing him speak to you sternly and seriously for the first time ever. You can't blame him though, he's worried… and it only warms your heart more that he is worried.

Before you could open your mouth, your brother came back to the drawing room. Stomping and giving him the damned scroll. Ugh- timing!

"Jaa- see you two!" He grinned, head-patting your brother and looking into your eyes.

Before you could say anything further, you found yourself back in your room. Answering his call…

"Are you getting out of the house or should I carry you out myself in front of your brother?" Satoru almost sung, and you knew there was a tad bit of a truth laced to that threat.

"I'm getting out." You rolled your eyes.

"Aw, that's a good girl."

The moment you were outside, Satoru teleported beside you, hand intertwining with yours and helping you walk in fucking air. You blinked, not registering how this is happening. It was like invisible stairs that take you to the breath-taking sky. Stars have just started to pop up as the night blanket wraps the city of Tokyo.

"What's bothering my baddie?" Satoru hums, and before you could answer, he interrupted again. "Don't say nothing else I'll start being really paranoid and restless, that's no good is it?" He coos, leaning in to make you feel more comfortable.

You finally decided to speak up, pouting and telling him everything about Mei Mei and what your brother told you. Then telling him how that made you feel truly.

He chuckles, rolling his eyes and cupping your face preciously. You blinked, taken aback by the sudden stance of affection but not leaning away. You wanted this… you wanted him to touch you, to soothe your worries away. "I can't believe my silly little girl would be so stressed about something like this It's nothing. Even if Mei Mei flirted, I would never return her affections or anyone else's." He smiled, "You know why? Cause I really want no one else but you Little One. I would never lose this." His eyes observed you once more, hands squeezing your face tenderly. "For something meaningless… I would never do anything to risk this, never. I promise you."

His words echoed in your ears and you couldn't help but nod a little with a smile. "Sorry- I just, you know it's not been a lot of time to us and-"

"So what!" Satoru giggles, "Time is a construct, and definitely not a measuring parameter when you're dating someone like me. Or if I am dating someone as amazing and kind and yet, fierce and firm as you." He winked.

"I promise you sweet Princess, I would never, ever… let anyone near me." His sincerity touches your heart, and you leaned in, wrapping your arms around him in a tight hug.

"Aw! I get a hug! Good sign!" Satoru beams, kissing the crown of your head and rubbing your arms comfortingly.

"Let me show you now the skyline looks, neh?"

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sordidmusings · 6 months

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Thirsty Thursday with Lucky Brat Buggy

Summary: Buggy plays a game of Fuck Around and Find Out that he isn't actually ready for. Luckily for him, he fails upwards yet again - when he can't take the repercussions, you soothe him with the declaration he's been dying to hear

A/N: I just wanna break Buggy and then put him back together again. Also, my kink is finding out love is reciprocated during sex so this happened 🤡 This was one of the attempts at a part of Switching Up Roles that went in a wildly different direction than I wanted for that request. I liked where it was headed though, so I rewrote it and made it its own thing

Word Count: ~2.1k

Warnings: afab!reader (no pronouns or gendered terms), NSFW, both are mentioned as switches but this has sub!Buggy and dom!reader, dirty talk, p in v, beggy Buggy, creampie, claiming/possessive sex, brief brat taming, healing insecurity with Pussy Power

Enjoy, my beloved freaks ~(=ↀωↀ=)~

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Buggy is being a brat. Not just his usual teasing and toying that’s a part of his charm. No, he’d decided that he wants to try being a brat where the “b” is for “bitch” and he’s bringing it into the bedroom. He’s telling you that you’re “too slow” or he’ll “never cum like this”. It’s pissing you off even though you know it’s all lies and you know that that’s exactly what he wants. It’s easy to see his game because all those insults come out between satisfied moans and his body (that’s totally not going to cum) is sparking at your touch like a live wire. It’s easy to see because it’s been your game to play for him before too. Unlike him, however, you’re good at keeping your head enough to know when he wants you to back off. He’s even had the gall to try out demanding things from you, when he was the one who’s been asking you to be in charge through this mood of his.

At first this obvious game of his was cute, but recently he’s acting like he wants you to snap, even though he knows hard-domming pushes your comfort zone. Buggy would never want to actually cross a boundary with you, but he was certainly dodging the non-verbal warnings you’ve been putting up to tell him he’s sprinting towards one right now. You’re usually good at taming him, proven by the absolute wreck he is right now, but somehow he’s still saying snide shit to push your buttons. When he puts in the effort to taunt, “Can’t do any better?” with a self-satisfied smirk, you decide you’re done.

“Fine. You do the work,” you order, voice stiff and angry. You flip off of him and onto your back and Buggy follows only half a breath behind. His movements are fumbling and desperate as he reclaims his spot between your thighs and immediately pushes back in. He shudders from the relief of being back inside you. He looks at you with wide and nervous eyes, clearly not expecting this to be his punishment. His arms shake as he holds himself up over you and his hips make slow, deep grinds into you, punctuated by the little shakes that keep running through his body. The panic of losing control of the situation he created, while also being forced to perform in that circumstance, has finally broken that stubborn streak. And, oh, does he fold so beautifully under the stress.

“Please. Please, please, need you to do it. Need you to make me feel good - you make me feel so goooood.” Buggy can’t control his voice, one moment it was a breathy grumble and the next a whining sob. His hands clench and unclench in the sheets beside your head as if they are stuck in the motion of pawing at your skin, but he’s too timid to put his hands back on you.

“Oh, baby, you can’t do it yourself?” you coo condescendingly, placing your hands on his cheeks to help center his gaze on yours. It works for one blissful second, where you get to witness how hazy those gorgeous sea green eyes are, before he shuts them and leans his face into one hand. Buggy turns and peppers it in eager, pleading kisses. Tingles shoot from your palm where you feel his stubble and his hot puffs of breath.

“No. No. Need you,” he gasps between ongoing kisses. Your other hand trailing back to thread in his hair distracts him for a second before he’s back to his insistent kissing, huffing, grinding, trembling. The hand in his hair becomes a tight fist, stilling only his kissing and directing his attention back to your face. His hips only become more insistent.

“And do you deserve to be fucked, my sweet little toy?” You prod. Even though your tone is light and teasing, all his movements come to a stop. You don’t even think he’s breathing anymore. His eyes become a kind of tearful you aren’t fond of and he begins to curl in on himself. You act quickly.

“Ah ah ah, sweet thing,” you breathe out. The words go to him in the gentlest tone you’ve ever gifted to anyone. Your hands are back on those warm, stubbly cheeks. “It’s okay, sweet star, you’re okay. If you can’t answer, I’ll answer for you.”

You flip the both of you over again smoothly, the hand you’d used to tug his hair now cradling the back of his head. Buggy loosens up a little, feeling safe and guarded underneath you. You get up on hands and knees and crawl forwards, leading him backwards up the bed, until his upper body is cushioned amongst the pillows piled against the headboard. Settling back on his lap, you begin grinding gently on his cock. Instead of taking it back in, you keep it hugged tight between his stomach and your cunt, where it slides between your sopping lips and rubs at your clit. You’re happy to see that even with the lowered intensity in touch, Buggy is still filled with pleasure and tingling, unable to slow his breath.

“You belong in my bed, getting fucked by me,” you tell him sternly. Buggy nods along like the good boy he is. “You’re the only one I let in my cunt.” He can’t hold in his whimper. Your smooth grinding continues, but now he can’t handle being denied that promise of being inside you.

“Please,” he begs, pressing his hips upward in the only way he can think to let you know what he wants. One hand leaves his face to move behind you and tease over his sensitive balls. Your next grind forward lines his head up at your entrance, one skilled finger props his cock steady, and you slide back on the whole length of his cock, dragging your clit along his happy trail as you go, all without breaking the pace of your hips. Buggy moans loud and sinks deeper into the pillows in relief.

Your hand moves back to his face again and begins brushing away all the stray hairs clinging to his sweaty, spitty, teary face to join the mess of blue sweeping out around him. The tenderness of it has more whimpers breaking out of Buggy, while he turns to follow your touch.

“Only you can make me feel good,” you promise him, starting to add more weight to your movements. “Only wanna see your pretty face. Only your body and that perfect cock feel so good to touch, make me cum so hard.” You clench around him to emphasize your words, earning a warbly “-hah- fuh-s’good”.

Between admiring the details of his face and aiming the fat head of his cock to prod from g-spot to cervix, you start to get distracted. All the details your body is receiving - the contrast between the texture of sheets and Buggy’s burning skin, the scratch of short nails appearing and disappearing as he gropes your thighs and hips and stomach, the musk of sex mingling with the ambience of blown out candles, aging maps, and wet wood - all of it is flooding your brain and making each sensation better, making everything feel so much. Another sweet plea from Buggy recenters you.

Your hips start to bounce and each impact pulls the feeling of being stretched open on Buggy’s thick cock all the way to press through your hips, making your bones feel like they're being spread wider. “Gods, your cock is so good, makes me so full,” you moan, making Buggy throb with the need to cum. He scrunches his eyes closed and throws his head back to reel himself in. You take advantage of the opening and begin sucking more red marks on his throat. He trembles at the wet stripe you lick up his neck. You spend a moment nibbling his ear before trailing kissing along his sharp jaw. When you reach his open mouth, you capture him in a ravenous kiss.

The way you kiss him is greedy and possessive, full of tongue and teeth, and Buggy matches you with eagerness and fervor. He happily lets you steal every breath from his lungs. Both of you get lost in the mirrored sloppy heat between your open mouths and clapping hips. Neither of you can grab enough of the other, you gripping at soft hair and bobbing throat and him holding onto working muscle and bouncing skin.

When you take a short moment to pull only an inch away, you growl at him, “You think anyone else is good enough to kiss me?” Your lips are immediately back on his, but he manages to sneak out many weak “no”s between your working mouths.

“You’re mine, love,” you say, leaving no room for questions. “You’re my love, my sweet man.” Buggy’s head spins from your words, and the insatiable tone of your voice. He feels high from being desired and possessed by you.

“Again,” Buggy sobs. He doesn’t think he’d make it if that was the only time he gets to hear you say it.

You pull his hands from your thighs to entwine your fingers and press them into the pillows beside his head. Staring into his eyes, you repeat, “You’re my love.”

“More,” he whines and you’d never heard him so needy. It goes straight to your head and your cunt and you’re not gonna last.

“You’re mine-” your body starts to give so you cave over him and let all your words and breath right into his ear. Buggy’s cock is pulsing so heavily in you and you’re amazed he hasn’t cum yet and the way your walls have swollen to make every contour and vein on him pull at you have you losing control of your own voice, each exhale gaining a note of a moan. “-mine and I love you and I -hah- you’re mine, love. Mine, mine, mine-”

Buggy had been desperate to hear you say those words to him from the moment he met you and they have him cumming harder than he has in his entire life. He yelps and grabs your hands so hard it should probably hurt but you can’t feel it; your brain is too full of the feeling of his cum boiling you from the inside out and the sounds of him beginning to chant, “love you, love you, love you” in a broken voice, and you finally cum.

Your orgasm has you looking as pathetic as Buggy with how you shake and gasp out keening moans. For a moment, your mind whites out and you’re not sure if you’re completely numb or feeling everything at once. When a tiny bit of your mind returns, you realize you’re still clenching in strong waves, sparking lights through your skin, and your muscles burn with bliss and you’ve never cum this long and it just won’t stop. Buggy is just as lost below you and he’s sure that he’s run out of anything left to give you but his balls still pound and his cock still twitches and his nerves are so loud they almost ache but he’d scream if something switched the feeling off. Instinct allows both of you little grinds of your hips that help you stay trapped in these roiling waves of pleasure until you can’t handle any more.

The moment you can think again, you’re checking in on Buggy. You cup his face so you can examine and admire him. For a moment you think he’s passed out, but he turns to lean into your hand. You spend a few minutes just breathing together while you caress his face and hair. Buggy studies the feeling of your breaths guiding him, your body weight sheltering him, and your fingertips treasuring him to hoard them away in his memory forever.

When Buggy manages to crack his eyes open, the first thing he does is say, “you love me.” He breathes it out with joyous disbelief, the kind only achieved at the other side of a chase you never thought would end with a catch. You take in his face - flushed pink, covered in tear tracks and smeared makeup, sharpened by his jaw and cheeks and stubble, softened by his hair and lashes and expression - and you’re sure that you’ve never said or heard anything more true. You cover that messy, wonderful face in many, many kisses, making sure quite a few land on your favorite nose in the world, and finish with a long, chaste kiss on his lips.

You smile sweetly and Buggy is positive he’s never seen anything he likes more and that he’d do anything to see it forever.

“Yes,” you promise. “I love you.”

#buggy x reader #buggy smut #buggy x you #buggy x y/n #buggy the clown #thirst hours #one piece #my writing #opla buggy #gn reader #afab reader #thirsty thursday #x reader

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cosmicluvcore · 25 days

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To be human part 1

Rottmnt Leo x reader, gender-neutral, friends to lovers, jealous Leo

Summary: Leo has the biggest crush on you, but he's afraid that you'd never date a mutant, so with the help of a cloaking brooch, he plans to become your perfect human boyfriend!

Part 2 here

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Okay I have to be honest. I saw someone with this idea, but I have no clue where it came from originally. If you know who I should credit, please tell me!!

Anyways, this concept gave me way too many ideas hope you enjoy.

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Leo wasn't great at dealing with his feelings.

He'd been crushing on Y/N for far too long, the terrapin couldn't even remember when the whole thing started.

A few loving glances and a flirty joke or two had suddenly burst into the thought of Y/N keeping him up at night. He wasn't great at hiding it either, blushing like an idiot when they smiled his way.

Leo knew he needed to tell them sooner or later, but he hadn't worked up the courage yet. A part of him hoped they secretly felt the same way and would confess to him, but there'd been no sign of that happening anytime soon. Leo wanted to confess, he really did, but... what if they didn't feel the same way? What if it made their friendship weird? What if he looked like an idiot? What if they never wanted to speak to him again?!

There were just too many 'what ifs' for his liking.

So Leo had decided to take the easy way out, hoping that Y/N would just see how great he was, then he wouldn't have to deal with any uncomfortable conversations. He started going out of his way to impress them, saving them on missions, being overly nice, letting them win in video games, giving them his last pizza slice, (which is very valuable by the way!)

Not that he'd ever admit it, but Leo had spent an embarrassingly long time researching 'how to get your crush to like you back'.

He'd bought a cologne for Pete's sake! But no matter what he did, they never seemed to notice.

It was a ordinary evening. Leo and the others sat in the projector room watching a movie. Raph, Mikey and Y/N were sitting comfortably on the floor surrounded by blankets and pillows. Meanwhile, Donnie and Leo took the couch, popcorn in their hands. They were watching some random action movie. Leo wasn't really paying attention.

He was more focused on Y/N.

Y/N had started fawning over the male love interest and that began to spark a little- scratch that, a LOT of jealously in Leo's heart. Every scene that guy appeared in they were freaking out, gushing over him like he was the best thing since sliced bread.

The blue-masked turtle scoffed to himself as the character appeared again, narrowing his eyes at the screen.

What was so great about this guy anyway?

Leo was twice as charming as him, he was the one with good looks, great one-liners and clearly the best ninja skills. This guy barely spoke a word and Y/N was blushing like crazy. But as he kept watching the film, something clicked in his mind.

He was human.

That's something Leo could never beat. Sure, 'biologically' he was part human, but he didn't exactly look like it. The turtle shifted a little in his seat, the uncomfortable feeling of insecurity settling in.

"Leo? Are you good?" Donnie asked, snapping him out of his thoughts for a moment.

"Me? Yeah, I'm great," Leo replied quickly, glancing away from his brother's gaze,

"It's just that this movie sucks, never letting Raph choose again!" He lied, that playful smirk returning to his face as he saw his eldest brother's reaction.

"Hey!" Raph called out from afar.

As the movie continued, Leo sighed deeply and took another handful of popcorn, chewing the kernels absentmindedly and leaning back in his seat. Was that really why Y/N wasn't interested in him? Because he wasn't human? There wasn't much he could do about that, it's not like there was just some magic spell that could-

Leo's face lit up as an idea popped into his mind, cloaking brooches. Yokai used them, April's slime friend had one, so they must be easy to find. Leo's mind started spinning with possibilities. If he could get his hands on a cloaking brooch, he could be human and finally get Y/N's attention! But, where would he get one?

For once, Leo was distracted as Y/N entered his room. Usually he'd be all over them chatting up a storm, but he was sitting on his bed glancing away from them.

"Leo?" They asked softly, watching as the turtle was startled by the interruption.

"Hey, what's with the jump scares?" Leo joked with a playful chuckle,

"I thought we were friends." He said in mock offense, leaning onto his back and over-dramatically draping his hand over himself.

Y/N couldn't help but laugh at his shenanigans, "I just came to check on you drama queen, you're being weirdly quiet today."

Leo blinked at their observation. Jeeze, was he that obvious?

"Ohh well you know, I was just thinking about Raphs' riveting movie choice tonight." He replied casually, quick to make up an excuse.

I mean, technically, it wasn't a lie he had been thinking about the film.

Y/N rolled their eyes at that, "You're just salty it wasn't your choice tonight, besides that movie wasn't so bad." They replied, calmly leaning against the door frame.

"Ooh really? You're just saying that because you were all over the male lead," He retorted, grinning smugly as he watched their cheeks flush, "You, my friend, are biased."

"Well- Can you blame me? That guy was a total stud." Y/N blurted out defensively.

"He was alright, I guess. Just totally not as hot as the real stud in the room." He said with a cocky smirk as he gestured towards himself.

Y/N let out a laugh at that.

Normally, Leo wouldn't take such a tiny thing to heart, but his ego took a hit from the way Y/N laughed at him. He was the type to eagerly take any opporunity to see them smile, but this time it felt like they were laughing at him. Scoffing at just the thought of him being attractive to them, it was this newfound level of insecurity that he didn't know how to handle.

"Alright Leo, seems like you're biased too." They said with a chuckle.

"I simply speak the truth." He shrugged in reply, trying to ignore the painful realization.

Thankfully, Y/N didn't seem to notice, "Well, I'm heading home. I'll see you around."

"I'll see you." Leo smiled, waving as he watched them go.

After the coast was clear, Leo let out a long annoyed sign. He leaned onto his back, letting the soft cushion of his bed comfort him as insecurities began to plague his mind.

He needed a cloaking brooch.

#Spotify #rottmnt #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt leo #rottmnt leo x reader #rottmnt leo x you #rottmnt leo x y/n #rottmnt x you #rottmnt x y/n #gn reader #gender nuetral reader #gender nuetral #rottmnt tbh #To be human #Tbh #rottmnt to be human

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gentlyweeps-world · 2 months

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wine and comprise - sequel

[ read wine and lies for background ]

summary: he made revenge all too easy.

pairing: charles leclerc x fem!reader | carlos sainz x fem!reader

warnings: alcohol consumption | suggestive tones | toxic carlos

genre: toxic relationship | new love | SMAU | mentions of cheating

notes: yippie!! might continue this

words: 1k

LIGHTS OUT AND AWAY WE GO

You glare at the man in front of you, gripping the door as you try to calm your nerves. After all, he had no right to show up unannounced after everything.

“C’mon amor..I’m better for you…” Carlos says, his voice smooth, inviting almost- but you knew better.

It had taken some time, and break from social media, but you were content, happy with Charles. You didn’t feel used or controlled. You felt loved.

“No! No- Carlos you have Rebecca! You don’t get to do that again! Especially to her..” You say, moving away from him. “I’m happy with Charles, he’s doing more than you ever did”

“But, I can love you so much more. I promise you, I will spoil you, I will give you everything you need and want, amour…” Carlos slides his hands around your waist, bringing you closer to his body.

“Don’t..touch me..” You say, shoving him away, “I don’t care what you say, you’ve hurt me before! Stop trying to manipulate me Carlos!”

“You don’t just get to walk around, playing with people’s emotions!” You add on.

“I’m not Y/n!” Carlos protests, “I just want to love you again! We had something special..please..”

“Had Carlos! Emphasis on the had!” You say, clearly frustrated with how Carlos was acting.

“So you don’t love me now?” Carlos asks, clearly hurt by your words yet still determined to get you back, he wouldn’t give up so easily.

“No! What the fuck is wrong with you!” You say, a clear look of shock on your face. “Get it through your thick fucking skull that I don’t want you or anything to do with you anymore”

“That hurt Y/n” Carlos says, looking at you, his heart sinking into his stomach, hearing the words come out of your mouth. He knew he might not have been the best to you but he thought his words would pull you back in, like they always did.

He was wrong, and he knew there was nothing left to try, he was lost now, he could try to get a word out but the look on your face showed all he needed.

“Good, now you know what it’s like” You say with a scoff, rolling your eyes at his hypocrisy. “Bye Carlos” You say with a smile, shutting the door on him.

“So that’s what happened..” You mumble out to Charles, telling him the earlier events with Carlos. You snuggle closer into him on the sofa.

Charles looked at you as you spoke.

He frowned slightly and tightened his grip on your waist as you snuggled closer to him.

“He’s still trying to get to you? I was worried he would but I thought he wouldn’t have the audacity…”

“And he grabbed you?” He asked in a quiet tone as he brushed your hair back behind your ear.

“Yeah but it was fine, that’s just how he is..” You say softly, giving Charles a small smile.

“I’m sorry, I know you guys are teammates..”

Charles returns your smile, placing a kiss to your forehead, “Don’t apologize, it’s fine. I understand he’s your ex and he’s going to be around regardless.”

He paused for a few seconds as a thought crossed his mind.

“It doesn’t matter anyway, he won’t be with Ferrari much longer…”

Your eyebrows raise at that, not expecting him to say that. “I guess that is true..” You say with a chuckle.

Everything felt right now. Well there was one thing you needed to do, go to the place where it all started.

“Hey, Charlie? You ready?” You ask, peeking your head into your bedroom, checking if he was done getting ready.

Charles turned slightly as he heard you. He was at the edge of your bed, pulling on his shirt.

He looked over at you and nodded his head. Charles walked over to where you were standing and stepped close to you.

His arms wrapped around you tightly, his body pressing against yours."I'm ready... you ready, cheri?" He said, gently brushing some hair out of your face.

You smile up at him, admiring his blue eyes for a moment. “Yeah, let’s go” You say with a soft smile.

It wasn’t as difficult as you thought it would be, going back to yours and Carlos’s usual restaurant. Going with Charles felt refreshing.

You two had sat in a comfortable silence, mostly taking each other in and the surroundings, occasionally engaging in a conversation.

Finally you broke the silence, “Thank you by the way..”

“For what, cheri?” Charles asks with a chuckle and grin, grabbing his wine glass and taking a sip of it.

“Just for being there really..” You reply with a smile, reaching across the table for his free hand, lacing your fingers together.

“Of course, Y/n..” He says with a smile, squeezing your hand.

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So that was that…

At least that’s what you assumed.

Walking into the Bahrain Paddock with Charles you let out a shaky breath, hesitantly lacing your fingers together. The last time you were there was with someone else, and that someone else, had their eyes set on you two.

But it wasn’t in a jealous way- or even anger.

“You alright cheri?” You hear Charles ask out to you, his eyes meeting yours.

“Yeah I am, don’t worry Charlie…” You say with a smile, squeezing his hand.

You look around, spotting Carlos, who for some reason gives you a head nod. It had confused you at first, until later after free practice one and two.

There had been your favorite wine left at the door of your hotel room, and you knew exactly who left it there.

That was his compromise, he wanted to do just one last thing.

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Riduurok

Pairing: Din Djarin/ The Mandalorian x f!reader

Warnings: Descriptions of blood, injury, anxiety, mentions of death. No explicit content. Maybe more so please read at your own risk.

Word Count: 2.1K

Authors Note: Part 2 is already confirmed. Thank you to @lovers-liability and @tightjeansjavi for their help and encouragement with this. I hope you love it.

Thank you for reading! - LF

You knew something was wrong when the sun began to set. He had assured you he would have an easy hunt today and return long before dark. Your anxiety grew as each star made itself known in the night sky, each passing minute telling you he was in more and more danger.

After what felt like a lifetime of worry, the perimeter alarm sounded to announce someone’s approach to the ship. You hurried to check the cameras and your stomach dropped at the sight before you, Din, clearly very injured, limping towards the ship on shaky legs, clutching his neck.

You rush to open the doors and lower the ramp to take in the scene in more detail. His upper body is a painting of crimson on a hard beskar canvas. Smears of blood of a variety of shades littering his chest and shoulders.

You gasp, reaching out for him. “Din-“

Before you can continue or he can respond, he takes one more wobbly step towards you, and collapses.

You freeze in panic. Grogu cries out from the corner of the room, having leaped from his crib at the sight of his dad returning.

A strangled moan is emitted from Din's helmet. He's not unconscious, yet. But if you don't get to treat him or at least see the condition of his injury, it wouldn't be long before he was.

“Din?" You ask, adrenaline taking over, replacing your fear with an ability to take action. "Din, are you shot?"

“Jus' grazed my neck." He responds, his voice shaky and pained.

"You- Your-" You stutter. "Din, I- You have to remove your helmet. I w-"

"No." He growls.

"Din, I won't touch you. You can lift it yourself, I need to see the wound. I will treat it quickly and you can put it right back on to recover."

"I said, no. Leave me. Bring me a med pack and get out."

You consider his request for a brief moment. He seems in no condition to treat himself. He has already collapsed to the floor, and he lays against the cool metal, hardly able to support his weight on his forearms. You are sure he won't be able to treat himself without passing out. A cocktail of tortured moans and grunts spills from under his helmet.

"Din, you must let me do this. There is no other way."

Grogu continues to cry. He can see his dad is in pain. He can see you are too, pleading with him.

"Take him out of here," Din gasps, "Bring me a med pack, and leave me. That is not a request."

You whimper, terrified with both options, not sure whether to do as he asks or to defy him. After a moment, you give in, rushing to sweep Grogu into your arms and hurrying to Din's quarters to put the baby in the bed. You know you don't have long. You practically toss him onto the bed, "I'm sorry baby, your daddy will be fine, stay here."

You rip a med pack from the wall on the way back to where Din lies. What you see makes your heart stop. A pool of blood is growing around his helmet. He is no longer supporting his weight on his arms, instead he is completely collapsed to the floor, his helmet twisted at what looks to be a painful angle. Laboured, raspy, breaths sound from his helmet.

"Oh, Din." You gasp, dropping to your knees beside him.

He stretches out a hand to reach for the medpack, and you give him a syringe loaded with bacta. He drops it instantly when you place it in his outstretched palm, his hands shaking and weak.

You realise there is no way he will be able to administer his own treatment.

You plead with him again, "Din, please. Please, just let me do this. I will never tell a soul. I w-"

"Stop." He snaps. "I will not let you do this."

"Please, no." You are sobbing now, and he flexes his fingers, stroking your knee.

"Yes, and I am sorry. I am sorry. I really am. Tell me you will look after him."

"N-No, Din. I don't have to look after him. You aren't going anywhere." You argue, in disbelief at what he is suggesting.

"Tell me you will do it." He says, his voice barely above a whisper but somehow still commanding in its tone. "Give me your word, and it's the last thing I will ask of you."

"No." You cry, "Just let me take it off, Din, he needs you. I need you."

He breathes. "I am sorry, truly. But you must not touch my helmet. This is my fate, mesh'la. It is my duty to fulfil it. This is the way."

You start to panic, sobbing, you are confused, devastated, and more than anything, angry at him. You are downright furious that he thinks he can leave Grogu, that he thinks you two can go on without him. And next, you are angry at yourself, for begging him to abandon his beliefs for your own somewhat selfish desire of being with him.

Din has never told you much about his religion other than the basics. But you have picked up bits and pieces. You have heard stories from others, shared around crackling campfires, whispered under night skies from people who suspected what you and Din had, reassuring you that one day you would look into your lover's eyes. And you will, you remind yourself, as long as you can get him through this. Suddenly, you have the answer, and the words escape you before you can fully process the thought.

"Marry me."

"What?" You can't place his tone. If it is shock, then you don't blame him. You are shocked too. The intensity of your feelings towards Din have hit you like a ton-weight tonight. What you had thought was attraction was suddenly proving itself to be profound, ardent, undeniable love.

But perhaps it is a plain rejection of the idea.

"Th- They told me, if we were to be married that I- That-" You splutter, his breathing becoming more and more shallow with each passing second.

"Mhi solus tome." He murmurs.

"What?" You say, unable to hear him clearly or understand his words.

"Repeat it." He instructs.

"Mhi solus tome." He says again, his voice slightly quieter.

You try your best to copy the unfamiliar language. "Mhi solus tome."

"Mhi solus dar'tome." His voice is faint, as if it is coming from the other side of the room.

"Mhi solus dar'tome."

"Mhi me'dinui an."

"Mhi ba'ju-" His voice trails off, his last syllable turning into a strained exhale.

"Din?" You say. He is completely unresponsive.

You place your hands on his shoulders and shake him lightly, desperate to bring him back to you but scared to cause him more pain or injure him further.

"Din, please-"

He whispers your name.

"Din, please, Din keep going, you have to-"

He whimpers. The sound makes you feel as though his pain is going right through you, too, and you cry harder.

"Din, plea-"

"Mhi ba'juri verde."

You can barely hear his words but you repeat what you could make out.

"Mhi ba'juri verde."

He lets out another hopelessly painful breath.

"Din? What next, Din, keep going for me."

He doesn't respond. Your hands are covered in the blood seeping from his helmet.

"Din?"

"We-" He coughs and you can see that the motion wracks his body with pain.

"Yes, Din? what is it? What next, Din, please, ple-"

"It is done." He chokes out.

You brace yourself to remove his helmet, terrified to discover the severity of the injury beneath. You grip the bottom of the beskar armour and carefully pull.

He cries out in agony.

You sob as you keep going, slowly removing it to expose his skin centimetre by centimetre. His neck is soaked with blood to the extent that you can't even discern his skin tone. As it reaches past his jaw, you see scruffy dark stubble. Then, flushed cheeks and an angled nose. Eyes, of which you don't know the colour as they are screwed shut in pain, but covered with a layer of thick dark eyelashes. A strong brow bone and a few lines of age. Thick, dark hair, plastered across his forehead with sweat, but you can make out scruffy curls.

You can't waste any time looking at him, though, moving on swiftly to frantically wipe blood from his neck and find the source of his injury.

A graze, he had told you. But the sight before you told you something entirely different.

You pick up the bacta syringe from where he had dropped it to the floor and carefully inject it as close to the wound as possible. He doesn't so much as wince, and you are terrified that you may already have lost him. With the thick liquid fully released, you retract the syringe. You spray the wound next, enough so that it closes, and dress it in a thick padded bandage.

Soft breaths still escape his lips but this can only ease your anxieties slightly. Until he wakes up, you are balanced on a precipice, unable to ascertain if you were too late to save him.

You must have collapsed from exhaustion, spending the longest night of your life, curled into the side of Din, your-

Your husband, Din Djarin.

You remain in a blissful sleep-like state for a mere moment, wondering if it is also a custom of his religion that you will take his last name. You hope it is.

But then you shoot upright, the events and circumstances rushing back of how exactly you went from... well, whatever you were, to spouses, in such a short period of time.

You yearn to feel his warmth, but you are met with cold steel against you.

You yearn to hear his voice, but you are met with silence in the wide-open heart of his ship.

You force yourself to look at him. The lines that were drawn between his brow and across his forehead last night have disappeared, he looks peaceful. He looks beautiful. You take your time analysing his features. You never want to look at anything else now that you have seen him.

A feeling of calm and contentedness washes over you. You don't know why, but you know he is going to be okay. You know he is going to come back to you.

And just like that, he does.

Your name falls from his lips.

His eyelashes flutter and you see him slowly opening his eyes. This seems as though it takes exertion, as he breathes heavily whilst doing so.

For a moment, you panic internally. What if he has forgotten? What if he regrets it? What if he thinks you did this without his consent?

"Din-" You gasp, as he looks up at you and takes you in.

His features flash in a strange expression and you feel as though your suspicions are confirmed.

"Din, I promise, I didn't d- We- I-"

His lips turn up ever so slightly into a reassuring smile.

"I haven't forgotten any of it, my love. I just can't believe you could possibly have looked more beautiful than I already thought you were through my visor."

You throw yourself at him and he grunts but then laughs.

"I-" The tears start again. You are overwhelmed with emotion. Relief and elation numb the hurt, but you don't know how you will ever get over the night you nearly lost him. You know you will never be able to put this feeling into words.

Somehow, you don't need to. It is as though he can read your mind.

"Shh," He says, rubbing your back. "I know, cyare. I know."

You stay like this for a moment until you pull back from him. He removes a glove and strokes a tear from your cheek.

"I'm here now, my love. I will never let you hurt for me like this again."

You nod and sniffle. You believe him.

"Where's the baby?" He asks softly.

"Oh," You say, and you laugh a little, surprised and embarrassed. He was the reason you were here after all, your job was as his caretaker. But for a moment, you had forgotten him. "I put him in your bed last night. I didn't hear him all night . I hope that means he slept through."

"Alright. Go and tend to him. I will get us the hell off this planet. I need to take you to my people."

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“Broken People, Broken Things”

Broken!Simon x Kind!Reader

In times of need it's difficult for him to speak up, a nagging feeling on his chest, a sinful voice in his mind that tells him he doesn’t deserve the help he needs, that after going through so much in life he should've learned to not ask for help.

an alack sentiment filling his head, a loss of hope so profound that makes him feel hollow, no amount of soil can fill the hole in his chest. is terrifying, the absence of himself on his body, as if he can only be the shell of what he once was.

a stray dog who bites the hand that tries to feed him used to be hurt rather than helped. He knows it’s not all his fault, that life wasn’t kind to him from the very start but guilt still manages to spill through crevices, straining his sanity.

it doesn’t matter how much you try to pull him out of his self-depreciation state, his already too far gone into his own head, thoughts of self-hatred already engraved for him to be eaten alive in the middle of the night.

it’s a cannibalistic situation, being the consumer and the consumed, harming himself until he’s bleeding then wincing at the pain, licking the blood of his wound like a harmed animal, self-sufficient and self-destructive, infecting himself with more pain than he already was in, a cycle of torture with no easy ending to relieve him from the pressure in his chest.

in a world where people's opinion of you controls the way your life plays out, he understands clearly why he didn’t amount to anything worth praising, he can recognize that his life was meant to start and end in one painful motion, surrounded by nothing but despair.

He finds it comical, how life pulls his strings and leads him to suffering when he hasn’t recovered from past wounds, like the universe wants to see how clever he can get to salvage his worthless life, how badly he wants to survive despite having no motive to live.

“Are you listening to me?” you speak, voice soft and kind, pulling him out of his thoughts, like being pulled out of the ocean by a kind stranger who saw him struggle to swim, being helped to fill his lungs with air and not water. he looks down to meet your gaze, your doe eyes always holding a warmth to them, your smile of understanding and patience he doesn’t think he deserves.

“Sorry, I got distracted for a second” he answers, voice low and gruff, tongue rolling with a heaviness created by his thoughts, he should’ve listened to you speak rather than lose himself in his mind, you are the only normality his life still has, the only thing he doesn’t associate to a bad memory.

“s’okay..it’s late either way, I should let you go to sleep” you reply, sounding apologetic as you always do, looking down with what he can only guess to be embarrassment, you shouldn’t feel that way, you should never feel ashamed, he knows you never mean any harm, only acting on love and friendliness.

“I’m not tired yet” he lies, he is tired, his body is aching and begging to rest but his mind feels more active than ever, two entities disconnected and acting on their own accord, he wants to lay down and rest but he doesn’t want to leave, not yet…please, not right now.

He remembers when he was a kid, not older than 4 years old, and terrified of the night, fearing something was hiding in it, waiting for the perfect moment to attack, to kill him. His father's screams in the other room and objects crashing against the walls only fueled his fear, that when the sun goes down, the world knows no peace, that monsters come out and are searching to kill him, to kill his mother.

He never grew out of that, he knew monsters as he believed before weren’t real, but that doesn’t mean that a similar evilness isn’t around, a sort of plague, a parasite that spreads every time he blinks. nights for him didn’t get much better either, something about the quietness didn’t feel right, a wave of doom he couldn’t escape on his chest, he could only stare at the door of his room while waiting for the sun to rise, only then being able to sleep.

“I thought you would be tired, you worked so hard today” you comment, it had been mere seconds that passed until you spoke but it felt like ages, like the time slowed down, once again the universe toying with his sanity.

you always acknowledge his efforts, his actions, and his reasoning even if you are far off of what he intended, you’re always so nice to him, pretending the rumors and whispers about his past and intentions don’t reach your ears, that you aren’t aware of them when he can’t begin to remember the amount of times he heard about them, too many to count, that’s for sure.

“it was nothing…don’t worry” he answers, but oh how much you worry, concern filling your mind every time your eyes land on him, the tiredness in his eyes evident, his heavy steps a clear sign of his body tired of carrying his weight around. you wish you could lure him into his room, put him to sleep, be able to grant him a good night's rest.

Does he want to rest? Does he deserve to rest?

he feels numb at times, something lacking in his brain, stopping him from fully connecting and experiencing his feelings. It doesn't get any easier with every passing day, hours blend together and before he knows it he’s back by your side, your praises for working so hard and doing things he doesn’t find enjoyable for the sake of everyone else around him.

“Want a cup of tea?” you offer, tilting your head to the side, voice softer and sweeter, like one that people use to lure an animal close, trying to capture him and give him a home. It’s unsettling to him how good you make the idea of being welcomed in a home and not being terrified by the people living in it, like that’s a possibility, like if he lets you put him in that cage he won’t regret it.

“would appreciate it if you made me one” he replies, hesitant and doubtful even if you have never shown a sign of evilness, but anyone who offers him something must want something back, he knows it, he was taught that was how it worked. he doesn’t know what you want, what he can give you, and that terrifies him more, he doesn’t want to owe you anything.

“Okay” you say and leave the room with quiet steps, he doesn’t dare to move from his place, eyes focused on the place you were standing a few seconds ago, he’s alone in the room, being able to hear you open the kitchen door and move things around.

he knows you’re only a few feet away, in another room, the door open and your movements are skilled and soft, but you’re still a person in another room, and he is standing alone, in the darkness remaining because the lamp on the corner table does nothing but illuminate the objects that resting on the surface, everything else is dark.

everything else makes him remember when he was a kid and he was scared, he doesn’t want to be scared anymore.

He stumbles for a second, his foot taking a step back before he can realize he is moving, losing his balance and regaining it quickly. It feels like he’s falling apart from the inside out, a pillar inside of him deteriorating to the point he isn’t able to stand the weight of his past.

He doesn't know what to do, why it affects him so much your kindness and why now out of any other time he feels like he can’t stand the fact you’re in another room, you’re not his father, you're not dangerous, you’re not his mother, you’re not in danger. So why is he so worried he feels like suffocating?

you affect him in ways he doesn’t like, it makes him feel self-conscious about everything he's gone through in his life, he doesn't understand why you bring that out of him, you are not linked to his past, you’re part of the fresh start he created for himself because of guilt.

maybe you remind him of the kindness he was denied, you remind him of what he could've had if life had been any kinder to him when he needed it when he was just a kid, when he feared his father would kill his mother and him one night, in the middle of the dark with no one to save him.

God, you shouldn’t be kind to people like him, who know nothing but to tarnish everything and everyone around him, he is poison and you’re too pure to even associate with him, your kindness shouldn’t be wasted on him he doesn’t deserve it, he doesn’t deserve you.

He hears something shattering and follows not even a second later a scream of pain that could only come from you, his eyes dart towards the door, the hallway dark and the winces of pain continue.

For a second, a small fraction of a second he doubts the legitimacy of your injury, thinking his memories are getting to him, making him imagine something that isn’t at all happening, then he hears you fall to the ground, sobs ripping through your mouth and he knows it’s real.

He leaves the room with heavy steps, he’s adjusted to the darkness of the place but moves around, turning lights on with a freakish fear, wanting to have a clear vision even though he’s going straight towards his fear.

He reaches the kitchen and enters, his eyes moving around until he spots you on the floor, curled into yourself, hand bloody and burned, the broken cup and hot tea not even a meter away from you as you sob, holding your injured hand out as to not further damage the wound.

the image brings back memories he doesn’t allow himself to indulge in, moving around till he reaches you, grabbing the wrist from your injured hand with a sudden move, making you scream for a second before realizing is him who grabbed you, his eyes are strained on the wound, your skin looks irritated and half of your hand is soaked in blood.

“What happened?” he asks, tugging at your wrist as if the pain will make you speak any faster, he isn’t the kindest but he doesn’t mean to be harsh either, the panic is just too much on his bones to not let it out somehow, you’re the only person he knows is able to stab yourself with his sharp edges and survive to forgive him.

“I slipped and the cup fell on my hand…tried cleaning it but I cut myself” you explain through sobs and whimpers, trying to get your hand out of his grasp but every movement makes the pain of your wound stronger.

It’s stupid, how you managed to get yourself to fuck up something as simple as a cup of tea, it wasn’t a hard task, the floor hadn’t been mopped since hours ago and yet you still slipped and injured yourself like a baby deer with unstable limbs.

you shake your head, embarrassment once again plaguing your mind, he doesn’t differ with you, he doesn’t think you shouldn’t be ashamed of your mistake, you should be, you are ashamed and he agrees with you but for different reasons.

He thinks you should be ashamed of not calling out his name for help, for sitting on the ground and crying instead of asking for his assistance, you deserve to be helped when injured, and you deserve to be taken care of despite having made this mistake before.

you can make the same error again and still deserve to be forgiven and aided.

Because you’re human, and most importantly you are you, the woman who rescues everyone from their troubles like they are trapped in a burning building, you do everything and anything to make sure the people you love are safe and happy.

He can begin to understand why you think he’s worth the effort, maybe it’s pity, maybe with just one look at him and his reputation you can make out everything there is to know about him, every past trauma, every scar, every emotional issue he can’t let go of.

“It's fine…we’re going to be fine” He says, looking into your eyes, a silent promise you can’t decipher, you nod, pretending that you didn’t notice he aligned himself with your struggle, making himself a part of the situation so you wouldn’t be alone.

he doesn’t want that sort of faith for you.

He softly guides you to stand up from the ground, moving you towards the sink, standing behind you as he turns on the faucet, holding your injured hand and letting the cold water wash away the blood and cool off your irritated skin.

his breathing brushes on your neck, and the warmth of his chest spreads across your entire body as traps you between the counter and himself, it doesn’t have any malice in his touch nor does he mean anything sexual by it.

It’s the worry that has his body glued to yours, the need to surround you so you won’t get injured again, as one hides with their siblings somewhere in the house when your parents begin fighting again, it’s something natural that comes to him, used to protect and preserve the people he didn’t want getting hurt.

“I'm sorry for screwing up your tea” you apologize with a soft whisper, eyes focused on the blood washing away, it doesn’t hurt a lot anymore, just a small sting that lingers a bit uncomfortably, tolerable but not ideal.

you’re truly apologetic, you knew he didn’t get much sleep, that resting wasn’t something he usually did so you had tried to help him but in the end, it seemed you only caused more panic in his soul, his pupils still blown out as he assisted you with cleaning the wound, as if he was doing it for more reasons than just kindness.

maybe he was, you don’t know his full story after all, maybe you remind him of someone, of something he had buried a long time ago that you brought to the surface again and left him with anxiousness on his chest and worry in his mind.

“s’alright… it’s too late for tea either way” he comforts you the best he can, the best his words and feelings will let him right now, he isn’t upset about the mistake you made, anyone can fall, anyone can break a cup, he didn’t care about that, messes get cleaned up, a cup of tea isn’t as valuable as your health, you should know that.

It's too late for tea, and it’s too late for the amount of tears that continue to pour out of your eyes even though the pain isn’t overwhelming anymore, this time is your feelings, your physical state has nothing to do with the tears falling out and you’re too ashamed to admit it.

“I wanted to help you…I'm sorry Si” you speak again, a small hiccup interrupting your words but you don’t let that stop you from telling him how sorry you are that you managed to mess up one of the only things you knew he liked, tea.

“wanna make another one then?” he asks you, offering to let you try again, a second opportunity he knew you deserved and wanted, and even though he wasn’t in the mood for tea or anything at all, he was going to drink what you want to make him, even if it’s the last thing he does.

you shake your head, sniffling as you close the faucet softly with your noninjured hand, looking down as neither of you moves away from each other or makes the attempt to gain some distance. You didn’t want to make it again, didn’t want to risk embarrassing yourself and making the same mistake, this time in front of him.

“don’t want to screw up again” you answer him, voice low and full of shame. He understands you, maybe second chances aren’t always appreciated and he accepts that you don’t want to try again tonight.

He sees himself in you more than he wants to right now, more than he thought he ever would actually. He guessed that even someone like you could come from a not-so-pretty background, one where making mistakes is a sin that cannot be let go of without punishment.

different houses, different torture, same ending.

because of that, some part of him has to care for you, you deserve that, he cannot believe it enough even though he won’t say it out loud, don’t want to be caught by other people and have you end up being a outcast like him, you don’t deserve that, you don’t deserve that ending.

He makes you turn around softly so you’re facing him, his hands wiping away your tears with a gentle touch, he wished he could do more, turn back time and help you make the cup of tea, or go even further and stop whatever made you believe making a small mistake was such a high offense.

“Are you alright?” he asks, aware you aren’t but it feels cordial to make the question either way, giving you an opportunity to express more than you normally would, he knows you don’t talk enough about your feelings and it’s time you do.

“It’s not fair that you suffer so much and I can't even do something to help you” you reply and his heart stops for a second, the blood on his vein also coming to a halt as he feels himself being delirious of your words.

you did not hold such sentiment for him, nobody did, nobody has and nobody will. That was his life, a never-ending cycle of being looked down upon and having to do everything by himself because why would anyone want to help him or even try to? it’s stupid, you’re being stupid.

“Don’t say that darling..” he shushes you softly, his hands moving to caress your hair, he shakes his head, not wanting to believe you actually care, not wanting to get hope out of lies, it wouldn’t be pretty if he did and you broke his heart in the end.

“years of pain always lead up to isolation, you don’t deserve that” Captain Price once told him after a tough mission, and the words replay in his mind as he has you in his arms, the water mixed with droplets of blood on your hand staining the kitchen floor as he holds you gently.

He's living like his dead, and he doesn’t like it, doesn’t like he drags you to that same misery every time you’re around him but he doesn't want to let go of.

what is not devotion but to become a better person for the one you love?

“I appreciate your intention sweetheart…” he says as the silence from you eats him alive, wanting to make the ache on your chest disappear, he had never wanted to make you suffer, even unintentionally.

he is ready to repair everything broken so you won’t get harmed ever again, he’s ready to repair himself for you.

He had never wanted to become what he hates, a lover, a sentimental person, and yet as he finds himself becoming all of that and more, he can’t help but enjoy it, especially if it means never letting go of you.

Love wasn’t something he knew much of, never got the chance to learn when he was a kid and for a very long time he thought it wasn’t real, a mythical feeling everyone lied about existing so they wouldn’t be alone for the rest of their lives.

Your existence and kindness prove him wrong, your persistence in trying to make life easier for him, the way you laughed, the way you acted, your personality, your likes, and dislikes, everything about you showed him that love was real and he was experiencing it with you.

even if it took a lot of time for him to realize it he did now, and he loved you a lot, more than he would ever let on, more than any piece of literature could ever describe.

Tomorrow is a new day, and another cup of tea can be made, you cannot cry for what was never lost, and his gaze never falters from you so you don’t have to worry, he will always help you, you’re his air and he is yours.

Love cannot easily be tarnished and he swears he will never let anything happen to the one the two of you share, even if that is the only thing he does with his final breath.

(little reminder: I'm taking requests if you guys want me to write about something specific xx)

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1.19

Provenance part II

-This is the second angstiest fight they’ve ever had. I don’t even know where to begin.

-Dean is worried about Sam (is he ever not worried about Sam? no), that’s why in this episode he keeps pushing him to hook up with someone. It’s different from his usual crass teasing.

Sam is frustrated because he really is not interested in Sarah or any women at this point, and hurt because Dean’s pushing him too much

He yells at Dean

It sounds like the kind of fight the love interests would have before one of them finally admits they care because they’re in love.

Dean’s tone shifts. He’s genuine and serious. He says he doesn’t mean any disrespect but he’s sure this is about Jessica, and he would think she’d want him to be happy. (Dean wants Sam to be happy). Sam looks away, says “I know she would” softly, before looking back at Dean, biting his lip slightly, holding something back.

Sam exhales like he’s decided to admit something and says “you’re right, part of this is about Jessica. But not the main part.”

Dean asks “then what’s it about?”

Sam holds his gaze, vulnerable, his eyes moving over Dean’s face, before looking down. He looks like he’s going to break, like he’s going to cry, for a split second. He looks almost ashamed.

He doesn’t answer, and Dean’s expression is like Oh. That. He looks helpless. Sam looking at Dean like that was his answer.

But he quickly regains composure and lies back on the bed, gaining distance, feigning casualty, crossing his arms. He changes the subject. He says “well we still need the painting”

Sam nods like he’s trying to make himself accept something, and picks up his phone miserably and dials Sarah. He can see that Dean won’t talk about this anymore. He looks so defeated and the way he just does what Dean tells him to do even though he clearly doesn’t want to- it’s like he’s accepting a punishment.

He sounds fake and strained on the phone and he looks miserable and Dean is rolling his eyes, arms crossed over his chest, playing at nonchalance. Probably deep in denial even though really, he knows, or he wouldn’t have changed the subject.

-how else was I supposed to interpret this? If Sam’s issue is actually that he doesn’t want Sarah to get hurt and he can’t go through that again, which is what he has a very easy time telling her not thirty minutes later, why would he act like that with Dean instead of just saying it? Why would he phrase it like his issue is mostly not about Jessica at all? Why would Dean have a realization and then behave so defensively? Am I stupid? What the actual fuck is the normal reading of this scene?

-Sam tells Sarah he likes her. It’s like Sam has agreed to play his part and be into Sarah, like that’s the story they’re going with. We know Sam is a smooth liar and he’s good at getting people to trust him to the point of being manipulative if he has to, although his intentions are good.

-When he and Sarah get trapped in the house, Sam calls out for Dean and asks him not to go anywhere yet

-They’re trying to figure out how to burn the little girl’s remains and Sarah says she used to auction antique dolls (so she knows they have real hair). Sam says “that’s fascinating Sarah but important right now?” the SASS

-Sam doesn’t kiss her. Then he goes outside, where Dean is waiting for him, turns around, and kisses her where Dean can see them.

#samdean #supernatural #spn meta #wincest #spn 1x19

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blenderfullasarcasm · 2 months

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"You haven't laughed in a long time, so I guess I was staring cause I forgot what that looked like."

They're gettin' lunch in Heiji's favorite okonomiyaki place (the one that must have been blessed by somethin' powerful because he's never once run into a case there, even when he's hangin' out with Kudou), because he and Kudou have spent the last few hours figurin' out who killed the jerkass manager at one of the fancy stores a few blocks away. It's already three in the afternoon and they're starvin'. Okonomiyaki is fast, cheap, close by, and, most importantly, murder free.

(Probably. Who knew, with Kudou's luck.)

Kudou's squintin' down at the menu, studyin' it carefully like there's more than ten options. He absentmindedly raises one hand to push up his glasses, but ends up pokin' himself in the nose because he doesn't hafta wear 'em anymore.

Kudou blinks rapidly, surprised, then glances at Heiji like he's hopin' he didn't notice.

Heiji snorts and grins back at him smugly. No such luck there.

Kudou scowls at him and sets his menu down pointedly.

A waitress appears instantly, takin' his movements as a cue to ask if he's ready to order.

Kudou obviously isn't, or maybe he's just in th' mood to annoy Heiji, because instead'a telling her what he wants he glances over at Heiji and says, "Why don't you order for me, hm?" like butter wouldn't melt in his mouth.

Heiji thinks Kudou should suck it up and get his eyes checked. He rolls his eyes and orders for him anyway. "Two'a my usual, thanks, Tanaka-san."

Kudou frowns and starts to open his mouth, but Heiji's already wavin' him off. "Yeah, yeah, I know. Extra green onions on mine, nunna them on yours."

Tanaka jots their orders down on her notepad and shoots 'em both a brief smile before leavin' to take the orders to the kitchen.

"That's not what I was going to say," Kudou says, even endin' his sentence with the stupid Tokyo 'sa' for emphasis, because he can never just let Heiji bask in the sweet, sweet satisfaction of finally bein' one step ahead'a him.

"You told Ran-san you were allergic to 'em to get outta eatin' 'em," Heiji reminds him.

Kudou scowls so hard it's almost a pout. "Maybe I like them now," he argues.

Heiji rolls his eyes. Yeah, right.

"Keep actin' like that and I'll call her back and tell her you're gettin' a kid's meal," Heiji grumbles, then thinks, oh shit.

He probably shouldn't joke about that yet.

Heiji looks up to apologize for puttin' his foot in his mouth, but before he can even open his lips, Kudou cackles.

Heiji can't help but stare, drinkin' in the bright sound of Kudou's voice as he laughs his ass off. He's actually wheezin', the elbow he's got braced on the table the only thing keepin' him from fallin' out of his chair, and his blue eyes sparkle with mirth when he glances up through his eyelashes at Heiji and starts laughin' even harder.

He hasn't seen Kudou laugh this hard in...ever, probably. Definitely not since he returned to his body and told Ran-san everything and she'd told him she needed time. (Kazuha woulda kicked his ass if he'd hidden from her in plain sight and lied to her face for years, so he's pretty sure Kudou's getting off easy.)

Heiji has to join in, even though the joke wasn't even that funny.

...He should probably stop starin' at the curve of Kudou's mouth, Heiji acknowledges to himself as Kudou's laughter starts to wind down.

(He doesn't, though.)

"What are you looking at me like that for?" Kudou asks, once he's finally stopped wheezin' long enough to take a couple deep breaths and suck in some desperately needed oxygen.

Heiji shrugs faux-casually. "Jus' haven't seen you laugh that hard in a minute, 's all. Kinda forgot what it looks like."

Somethin' a little bittersweet flashes behind Kudou's eyes, there an' gone again so quick that Heiji almost thinks he's imaginin' it.

Kudou clearly doesn't want to dwell on it, though, 'cuz all he says is, "Maybe so," before abruptly changin' the subject. "What did you order for me, anyway?"

Heiji smirks at him. "Why don't ya try deducing it, Heisei Holmes-san?"

Kudou's eyes flash again, but this time they're bright with the excited spark of challenge accepted.

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written for this prompt game

#yeah i know technically it should be reiwa holmes now but that just doesnt have the same ring to it #heishin #hattori heiji #kudou shinichi #detective conan #meitantei conan #dcmk #case closed #tumblr ask game #send me asks

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thinking about how taissa’s best friend is clearly shauna, who’s best friend is jackie. it’s one of the subtle, more relatable cruelties shown on yellowjackets: the thin line between competition and alienation that comes with three-girl friendships. in every three-girl friendship, there are the two girls who walk side by side on the sidewalk, then there's the girl who's a few steps behind them. one’s always the leader, one’s the follower, one’s always the scapegoat. “jackie’s not gonna like it…” “well then we probably shouldn't tell her". shauna goes along with the plan, yet condems taissa as soon as the Allie Thing goes awry.

girl #3 defends #2 from the 'best friend' that overshadows her, but now that she's not the furthest in the shadows, girl #2 finally has someone to be cruel to. “i admire your resilience, tai. cant be easy knowing you fucking crippled someone today” when the traits that made jackie powerful at home aid in her resistance to the wilderness, shauna leans into the qualities that taissa has that are useful now but previously lead to the general understanding that she’s (to quote akilah here) “not THAT much of a bitch”: her directness, her decisiveness, the way she snaps to action and can take control.

girl #3 relishes in the power because she knows it’s slipping from girl #1. “thanks for having my back during the vote” “i didn’t have you back it was just what i thought…” taissa knows this. its what shauna thought herself, not what she mindlessly agreed to because of jackie’s influence. girl #2 and girl #3 bond over #1’s shortcomings. taissa and shauna get upset with jackie for not pitching in, for attempting to raid Dead Cabin Guy’s pantry for food and for how she recoils at shauna’s attempts to teach her how to butcher the deer.

when the girls have their seance, jackie wants to deny that they had any responsibility in conjuring the darkness: she called for it and shauna was the conduit, so she feels that guilt for the both of them and chooses to appease the darkness by not letting taissa be alone in the attic that night.

that moment jumpstarts the brewing rift between jackie and shauna, because it shows how shauna can and will choose somebody else over jackie. “what’re you doing?” “i was just gonna keep you company, if that’s okay…” it’s here when taissa revealed that she knew shauna was pregnant (because girl #3 is never in the spotlight so she pays extra close attention to those around her). when taissa finds out that not only is shauna pregnant, but she’s pregnant with her best friend’s boyfriend’s baby, she reserves her judgment because she knows that for shauna, that same fear of judgment is why she would rather die in the wilderness than tell jackie how and why she slept with her boyfriend.

when taissa figures out that shauna is trying to terminate her pregnancy (because katie lindstrom did it with the underwire of her bra last year), taissa tears through the woods trying to find her so that shauna wouldn't have to do something so risky by herself. “you’re not gonna do this alone, okay? i’m gonna help you, if you let me”. she realizes that she’s Not Jackie, she's not girl #1 with her power and her influence. she’s not who shauna would normally turn to...and that's the whole point.

girl #1 always panics when her second-in-command starts attracting more attention to herself: jackie can feel the space between herself and shauna growing larger and she knows that tai has been filling that space... the Best Friend space. but despite what shauna seems to think, jackie knows her too and can recognize the lies that even shauna herself believes. jackie knows that things aren't normal and nothing about what they're going through is remotely okay.

"i see you sneaking around and whispering with taissa, not to mention you acting all distant and weird for weeks." jackie isnt concerned with the fact that they survive a plane crash, or that she and her team are starving, all she's worried about is shauna. when jackie asks "when did you stop wanting me to be your best friend?", it seems like what she really means is 'when did you start wanting taissa as your best friend instead of me?'.

shauna may have started confiding in taissa more because she had a secret to keep from jackie and she needed anyone to be there for her...but from the very first episode (at least to ME), it's clear that taissa has been there for shauna before the plane crash, through her pregnancy, eighteen months in the wilderness, and even twenty-five years later. in no way am i insinuating that taissa's friendship with shauna is one-sided, either! shauna exhibits a very different kind of softness and affection with taissa than she ever was shown to do with jackie. it's very innocent, there's no envy, they have nothing to withhold from one another when they're hiding away in Dead Cabin Guy's attic.

shauna and taissa slept side by side up there, away from their team and the expectations that were unfairly placed on each of them and suddenly they both can breathe easier. they shared secrets and their fears and it brings them closer together, though it drives jackie and shauna further apart. with girl #1 further out of the picture, #'s 2 and 3 realize just how nice it feels to be understood. when taissa expresses the immense amount of guilt she feels about being the reason that van went on the ill-fated expedition, shauna reassures her that it's not her fault that van got hurt. that if taissa was too scared to sleep, shauna would stay awake. that she wouldn't let her go anywhere.

despite everything, though, taissa seems to understand that shauna would pick jackie over her any day. and she respects that, defends jackie's resistance to the wilderness and its offerings. when shauna (then mari and the rest of the team) start to gang up on jackie, taissa STILL defends her because she's girl #1...shauna's best friend. "c'mon jackie, don't go outside..." "don't pretend like this isn't what you wanted the entire fucking time." because jackie knows that taissa likes to win and isn't afraid to play dirty in order to get what she wants: the role of being shauna's New Best Friend.

once jackie is exiled from the cabin and shauna is watching her struggle from the window, it's STILL taissa who's saying "just go talk to her" ... just bring her inside, go and make up with her because she;s your best friend and you love her and i'll still be there for you. and taissa always is. in the morning when the find jackie, all alone and frozen in time, taissa's there to hold shauna as she cries and screams and curses the world and realizes her own capacity for cruelty. taissa's there for shauna. she's not letting go and she's not going anywhere.

#taissa turner i SEE you and i understand you!#taissa is for all of the girlies and swirlies who used to walk a few paces behind everyone else #from one girl number 3 to another #taissa turner #shauna shipman #jackie taylor #taissa x shauna #jackieshauna #yellowjackets analysis #yellowjackets #long post tw #i could give a whole tedtalk on the cruelty of three-girl friendships and their media portrayals for REALS (threatening)

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Tell Me Sweet Little Lies Part 22

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Hopper arrives the next morning with all the grace of a bull in a china shop, bustling his way inside and taking the coffee that Steve offers him with a grunt of thanks.

"You sure you don't want to press charges against that asshole?" Hopper asks.

Guess he saw Steve's car, then. The party'd helped clean up the paint on the driveway, but the tailight's still busted.

"Not yet. Might change my mind, depending on how today goes," Steve says.

It's surreal, watching Chief Hopper - former Chief Hopper - sitting in Steve Harrington's living room, drinking coffee. Eddie hasn't seen him since the pictures that circulated after Starcourt, and the guy looks… well. Hopper'd always been rough around the edges, but now he looks like he's just barely coming out of being in pretty rough shape.

He catches Eddie looking, and his eyes narrow for a moment before his gaze softens.

"I'm sorry you got caught up in all this, kid," Hopper says gruffly.

Eddie gives a little shrug. "I'm not."

Steve's head whips around to stare at him, holding his breath like he's waiting for something, and - oh.

"Not a lie, Stevie," he says, offering him a little smile.

"Yeah, I can see that," Steve grumbles. "Just wondering if you're the one who's had a few too many blows to the head now."

Hopper grimaces.

"I'm not saying I'm happy about being a suspected serial killer or nearly dying in the Upside Down, but look, this was going on under my nose this whole time. I'd rather be in the know than oblivious."

"Is it too much to ask for just one of you kids to not be eager to throw yourselves into this?" Hopper asks, but it's clearly the kind of question that doesn't need an answer.

Naturally, Eddie gives him one anyway.

"That's what happens when you give a party like us a real campaign to be a part of," he says, all wide grins and easy bravado and complete disregard for his own nightmares or exactly how many times he was convinced he was going to die.

Hopper looks at him like he's speaking French, then looks back at Steve.

"Yeah," Steve says. "He plays the same game the kids do. He runs their little club now."

"Great," Hopper groans, and Robin gives a little giggle snort.

There's a knock on the door, and even though they're expecting his uncle, Eddie has to fight the urge to duck down and hide.

He wonders when that's going to go away, if it ever will.

But sure enough, Steve comes back with Uncle Wayne in tow, who does a double take at seeing Hopper.

"Jesus Christ, Jim," his uncle says.

"Never thought you'd see my ugly mug again, huh?" Hopper asks with a little grin.

"It has been a lot quieter around with your occasional midnight calls," Uncle Wayne returns, taking it in stride.

Hopper snorts. "Bringing this one back to get him out of trouble's a far cry from what we've got now."

They turn to look at Eddie, and he flushes.

"Yeah, thank you, we're all aware I'm in a lot deeper than some illicit substance charges," he mutters. "Can we talk about what we're going to do to get me out of it?"

Hopper drains the rest of his coffee. "You and I are walking into the station together."

"Wait," Steve says, followed immediately by Robin asking, "What?"

"Are you guys ready for that?" Eddie adds.

Hopper snorts. "Ready to what, come back from the dead? Is anyone ready for that? Look, Murray says his contacts are as ready now as they're going to be in a few weeks, and I'm not waiting longer than that."

Eddie can hear the disdain dripping off the word contacts, and it makes him wonder once again who exactly this Murray guy is.

"If you walk in there, they're going to care a whole lot more about that than about Eddie," Steve says.

Hopper lifts his empty cup at him in a parody of a cheers. "That's the idea. They want a story, we give them a story."

"So, uh. What is our story, exactly?" Robin asks.

"I got injured really badly in the fire at Starcourt, and it wasn't until the government agents were doing clean up that I got found. I've been in a coma since then. I come back into town, and who do I find but Eddie Munson hiding out in my old cabin in the woods. I get him to tell me what happened, and convince him to turn himself in," Hopper says.

"And what am I supposed to say happened?" Eddie asks.

"Joyce says the truth, as much as possible. Henry Creel attacked you and Chrissy, and you barely made it out. You were hiding from both Creel and Jason Carver's little mob while Creel kept killing. You stumbled on this crew investigating, Creel attacked, and you and Steve fought him off right before the earthquake hit. That's what you told them at the hospital, isn't it?"

"Something like that, yeah," Steve says. "I don't think I said who it was, but I can't really remember. I wasn't exactly in top shape."

"Then Powell knows that much already. Callahan can hardly find the nose on his face, but Powell's probably been putting together some of the pieces. Eddie ran from the hospital when he got worried that Carver would find him there, and he's been hiding ever since," Hopper finishes.

"That… that could work, yeah," Eddie admits.

"And as long as you're vague, none of it will show up as a lie, Eds," Steve agrees.

Hopper fixes him with a sour look. "You are going in there to file a report about the damage to your property, and that's only because I know you won't stay home. You don't have to press charges, but you're putting that report on the record, and then you're sitting your ass down in that waiting room. Don't even think about coming back with me and Munson unless I call you, understand?"

Steve's expression has steadily been growing pissier, and now he just glares at Hopper. "Really, you're trying to make me stay on the bench now?"

"Someone has to, apparently!" Hopper retorts.

"If you think I'm not going to be right there with my soulmate-" Steve starts.

"If you think I'm letting you-" Hopper says over him.

"You can't treat me like I'm a kid!" Steve insists.

"I can if you're acting like one!" Hopper shouts.

"Jim!" Uncle Wayne cuts in sharply.

Hopper turns his glare onto him, but Uncle Wayne just stares right back at him, unimpressed. There's a stand off for a moment - Eddie looks between Steve and Robin, to find Steve deflating a little and Robin's expression etched in confusion.

After a moment, Hopper cuts his eyes away, back towards Steve. "Come with me for a minute," he says gruffly, stomping over to the other side of the room.

Steve tosses a conflicted look at Robin and Eddie, but goes with him, looking confused.

Uncle Wayne watches them for a moment, then, seemingly satisfied, ruffles Eddie's hair and says, "Coffee in the kitchen?"

"Yeah, uh, mugs in the cabinet above the sink," Eddie says, a little thrown.

Robin drops down onto the couch, and Eddie plops next to her, both of them just watching the quiet, terse conversation Steve and Hopper are having.

"I didn't know Steve and Hopper were that close," Eddie mutters.

Or, well - he knows what he assumed when he heard Steve talking about Hopper's adopted daughter, that it was his parents who were cozy with the chief of police, but clearly he was wrong.

Robin leans over, elbows propped up on her knees. "Steve said Hopper used to come by and check on him sometimes, in between things, but I'm not sure they were really, like, close?"

Eddie's brow furrows. "Then what's with the…" He gestures at Hopper awkwardly clapping Steve on the shoulder.

Robin grimaces a little. "Steve kind of made Joyce Byers cry when they got back."

"What? How?" And why the hell would that endear Steve to Hopper?

"He tried to apologize for not having a handle on things here." Robin rests her chin in her hand. "Said he knew they were counting on him, and he was sorry he let them down."

Of course he did. Eddie closes his eyes. "Jesus Christ, Steve."

Robin makes a little disgruntled sound that he's going to assume is agreement.

"We all made it out, though," Eddie says. "How is this time worse than the others?"

There's a thoughtful hum. "The gates have always been closed, before. I mean, kind of seems like they always keep coming back anyway, but at least before it felt like maybe this time it could really be it, it could be the end. We don't have that, now."

Now they know Vecna is still out there, biding his time. It's hard to imagine anything else, for Eddie, but if the others had actually thought it was over, had a bit of a reprieve - yeah, he can see how this would hit harder.

"And Steve is used to being the one who gets hit the hardest," Eddie says slowly.

But not this time. This time, he and Max got hurt, too.

"Mrs. Byers told Steve and Nancy that she knew she was leaving the kids in good hands when she left," Robin says. "So I think it made her realize how much pressure she put on them, and now her and Hopper feel guilty about it. Plus Hopper found out about the whole Steve being tortured last year thing."

Eddie manages not to wince, but only because it's Robin saying it. He bites his lip, weighing how much he wants Robin's opinion on this against talking about Steve's nightmares behind his back, but - it's Robin.

"I don't want him to have to be questioned with me," he says, all in a rush. "He says it'd be fine, but I'm worried it'll be too much like - that."

Robin's knee starts jiggling, and he leans against it to steady her.

"If their plan works, he won't have to," she says.

"But what if it doesn't? Do you really think he's just going to be fine?"

For a moment, he's not sure she's going to answer, but then she whispers, "No."

Shit, he knew it.

"Can't we do something?" he asks, a little desperate. "It's not worth it, Robin."

He pretends he doesn't know that sentence would be just as true if he'd said I instead of it.

He pretends even harder that she can't hear it anyway.

Robin watches him, something wary and considering in her eyes. She isn't distant, but she's just a touch more closed off than he's gotten used to.

It throws him for a moment before he realizes that Steve must have told her about how their conversation went last night. About how he broke her soulmate's heart, and here he is now acting like he has any right to try to protect it, like she and him are still a team when it comes to keeping Steve safe.

He almost pulls back, has a stammered withdrawal on the tip of his tongue, when her shoulder presses against his.

"Steve thinks it is," she says simply, like that's enough.

"Robin," he starts, but he doesn't know what else to say to that.

She's shaking her head like she's cutting him off anyway, though, so maybe it doesn't matter.

"I don't understand it," she says bluntly. "You want him, and he wants you, and frankly I think you need to get over Steve having two soulmates. But Steve says I'm being unreasonable, and I recognize that he may have a point given our current circumstances."

Eddie's temper flares. "That's easy for you to say," he snaps, only barely remembering to keep his voice down. "You have another soulmate out there, too. You don't know-"

He cuts off, and her eyes flash.

"What, Eddie? What don't I know?" she hisses.

"How it feels to know someone is the only one for you, but you're not the only one for them!" he hisses back. "Platonic, romantic, he's the only soulmate I've got, and I'm not-"

He cuts off again. It's never been a lie when he thought to himself that he loves the part of Steve that is Robin, or that he loves Robin, or that he wants both of them in his life, or even that he likes that Steve has another soulmate and that it's Robin.

But when he tries to tell himself he doesn't care that Steve has two soulmates and he has one, or that it doesn't affect him at all -

That part is a lie.

Their circumstances, as Robin put it, have meant that he's gotten in deep with them very quickly, that it's forced him to rapidly be okay with a scenario he never imagined, but it also means he hasn't had any time to really come to terms with it.

"I'm trying, okay?" he says. "I only have so much brain space, and it's been a little occupied with not dying and dodging murder charges."

She still looks a little puffed up at him, and for a moment he has the absurd thought of the two of them like a pair of cats, hissing and spitting at each other, and that - he shrinks in on himself, just a little, and she deflates.

"Don't do that," she grumbles. "Make yourself all small and sad. I'm not Steve, you can't sway me with that."

It kind of seems like he can, but he takes the tentative peace instead of teasing her about it.

"Thank you," he says instead.

Robin narrows her eyes at him. "For what?"

His brain shorts out for a moment.

"Uh," he says intelligently. "Fighting nice with me?"

She doesn't soften, exactly, but she does look a little sad.

"I don't - know how to do this," he admits. "I've never - okay, I've never a lot of things, but this." He gestures at him and Steve, and then him and her, and then him and her and Steve. "It means a lot that it's not screaming matches or burning bridges."

She blows out a huff of air. "Fine. You've got a reprieve, Munson, figure your shit out or I'm coming back for you. Now shut up, and let's keep you out of jail and Steve from getting handcuffs slapped on him."

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Hopper drives him to the police station in silence.

Well, mostly silence. There's terrible music playing over the radio, and Hopper had initiated some stilted conversation going over their plan again, but after that?

Zilch.

Fortunately, it isn't a terribly long drive.

When they get there, though, Hopper shuts off the engine but doesn't get out yet.

Eddie manages to resist the urge to sit on his hands to keep himself from fidgeting.

"You didn't come all this way just to actually arrest me, right?" he jokes.

Or he tries to joke, but he's pretty sure it comes out a little nervous.

"What? No, come on," Hopper grumbles. "Look, I just want to make sure you know that you're walking out of there, all right? We go in together, we're leaving together."

"Why?" Eddie blurts out.

Hopper looks incredulously at him.

"Why are you doing this for me?" Eddie clarifies. "You guys used to bust me all the time, and I know you went lenient on me, but-"

"Munson," Hopper cuts off with a growl. "I'm not doing this for you. We're doing this because you didn't kill anyone, and you're stuck in this now. So you should shut up and accept it."

Eddie considers if it's worth pushing his luck.

Hopper apparently correctly interprets the look on his face, because rolls his eyes and shoves the door open, storming out and leaving Eddie scrambling to undo his seatbelt and follow him.

His uncle's truck is already there, and so is Steve's BMW, smashed tail light and all.

He lingers at the door, just briefly, trying to talk himself up - but then Hopper grabs the back of his shirt collar and yanks him inside.

Eddie's heart is pounding, and he automatically scans the room - sees his uncle talking to Flo, sees Steve leaning back in a chair with a folder in front of him, feels it calm his nerves just a little.

"Heard you lot were looking for the Munson kid," Hopper announces.

The station goes silent.

Eddie raises his hands up. "Well, officers, looks like you finally caught this outlaw."

Somewhat predictably, chaos erupts.

Callahan is struggling to bolt up and pull his gun at the same time, shouting, "On the ground, now!"

Flo is yelling, "His hands are up you idiot, don't you dare draw that weapon in here!"

Steve is scrambling to his feet, looking like he's going to bodily shove himself between Callahan and Eddie.

Hopper gets there first, though, stepping half in front of Eddie with a sigh.

"Powell?" he calls.

"Yeah, Chief?" Powell responds instinctively.

Hopper bares his teeth in something that might be a grin, nodding at him. "Not anymore. How about we talk in your office?"

"Seems best to me," Chief Powell agrees, then shouts, "Hey hey! All of you get back to work, I'm handling this."

Powell leads them back into the office, shutting the door behind them. Eddie glances back before he does, and can see absolutely no one getting back to work.

Eddie drops into one of the chairs, ready for more dramatics, but Powell isn't even looking at him.

Rude. How is he supposed to cover his nerves now?

"We thought you were dead, Jim," Powell says quietly.

"So did I, for a while," Hopper replies.

"What happened?" Powell asks.

Hopper raises an eyebrow at him. "You want the whole truth?"

Which is not at all what they agreed on, and Eddie sits up in alarm, but Hopper waves a hand at him.

"This have anything to do with Hawkins Lab again?" Powell asks tiredly.

Hopper looks at him pointedly.

Powell grimaces, sitting in the chair behind the desk. "Bare minimum, Hopper, I'm talking as few details as possible."

"You know Kline was into some shady shit. Turns out it was foreign shady shit. The Russians got real pissed off when they found out I was a part of blowing up their little copycat Hawkins Lab under the mall. I've been their guest up until a few weeks ago."

"Shit." Powell scrubs a hand over his face, looking at Hopper with obvious concern. "Jim-"

"It's done." Hopper pulls an envelope out of the inside of his jacket and tosses it on the desk. "What's important now is these murders."

"Let me guess." Powell says, nudging the envelope towards himself like it might blow up. "More Hawkins lab?"

"One of its former employees," Hopper says. "Henry Creel."

Powell looks up. "As in the Creel murders? The kid whose father killed their whole family?"

"Whole family but him," Hopper says. "He ended up working in the lab, until it shut down. Twisted little shit like that, no where to get out his sick little urges?"

"We got ourselves a serial killer," Powell says.

Hopper taps the envelope. "Employee record's all in there."

Powell rubs at his jaw, then finally looks at Eddie. "How'd you get involved?"

Eddie slouches down. "He wanted Chrissy. I didn't - I couldn't-"

"Wrong place, wrong time," Hopper cuts in. "Munson barely got out of there alive. He's been hiding this whole time."

"I knew what it looked like, okay?" Eddie snaps. "Carver and his crew were gunning after me. I tried to talk to him, to tell him I didn't do it, but he wouldn't stop. Said he was going to make sure I got what I deserved. It's why I left the hospital."

Powell leans forward a little. "How did you end up in the hospital?"

Eddie swallows. "Some of my friends were out in the woods where I was hiding, they found me. But Creel found us, too. He went after Max. Harrington and I tried to stop him, but-"

He shrugs, and lifts up his shirt to flash his bandages and healing injuries, then drops it down.

"Found him hiding out in my cabin when I got back," Hopper says dryly. "Munson's soulmate is ready to prove he's telling the truth, Powell. You really want to put two kids through that?"

Eddie jerks up, glaring at Hopper in betrayal - he thought they were both pretty on the same page about not involving Steve in this - but Powell just grimaces.

"Do I want to tell Lillian Harrington that her son waived his soulmate rights and we questioned him without a lawyer? Hell no."

Eddie gapes at him.

Powell fixes him with a look. "Steve Harrington carried you into that hospital, despite his injuries being so bad he collapsed right after. He was adamant about not pressing charges against Jason Carver, and now he's out there dithering about filing a report while you're telling me there's a soulmate waiting in the wings to swoop in? I wasn't born yesterday."

Eddie puffs himself up a little, ready to insist that Steve had nothing to do with this - as soon as he can figure out how to say it without lying - but Powell just waves a hand at him, almost exactly the same way Hopper'd done just a few minutes ago.

"I told Steve, you're not our top suspect anymore. We just wanted to ask you some questions."

Eddie shifts his weight. "And here I was getting used to being Hawkins Most Wanted."

Hopper groans. "Cut that shit out, kid."

Eddie looks back and forth between them. "So that - that's it? I can go?"

"I would suggest you don't leave town, but yes, you're not under arrest," Powell says, finally opening the envelope and looking through it. "Not a bad idea if you both make a statement I can give to the press, though."

Hopper hums. "How soon can they release it?"

Powell snorts. "Story like this? We're looking at six o'clock news tonight, front page tomorrow morning."

Hopper looks at him. "Kid."

Eddie fidgets with his wrist brace. He wants to ask if his uncle can come back - he wants to ask if Steve can come in, too, but he feels even more guilty about that, and he doesn't want to risk it even if Powell did say they wouldn't be questioning him.

So he sits up a little straighter and nods. "Yeah. I can do that."

–

When they're done, Hopper escorts him out of the station with one hand on his back, Uncle Wayne and Steve flanking him.

He can't help the choked laugh that bubbles up - he feels like a rockstar, getting ushered away from paparazzi by his security team.

"You should get out of here and lay low," Hopper says outside the station. "Press should be here soon. I'll stay, answer a few questions."

He heads back into the station, leaving Eddie outside with Uncle Wayne and Steve.

There's no one else out there, but the skin on the back of his neck prickles.

It's the longest he's stood outside in the middle of town in weeks.

Steve scrubs a hand over his jaw. "I'm gonna stay with Hopper," he says.

I don't think he should have to do it alone, Eddie hears, and he can't help but give a little snort at his soulmate's soft heart.

Like Eddie himself isn't just as bad.

"Here," Steve says, holding something out.

Eddie automatically reaches out to take it, and a key is pressed into his hand.

"Everyone's probably going to want to come over," he says. "You guys can let yourselves back in. Eds, I think there's lasagna in the freezer if you want to heat it up?"

"Yeah, it was there when I got the bacon out this morning," Eddie agrees, purposefully not looking at Uncle Wayne.

He doesn't want to see what his uncle's face is doing about him and Steve discussing what's in their freezer.

Steve's freezer, shit.

"You don't have to give me your key, man, Robin or someone'll let us in," Eddie says.

Steve's expression falls, just a little, but then his chin tilts back up. "No," he says softly. "That's yours. You can - I want you to stay. You don't have to, since you're not a fugitive, but I want you to."

Eddie's face heats up so fast he feels almost dizzy.

It feels stupid, knowing Steve, but somehow he hadn't planned on Steve wanting him to stay, too.

He risks sneaking a look at his uncle, who's looking back at him with his eyebrows raised and a little smirk.

"Course I'll stay," Eddie manages to get out. "At least until you get tired of me."

Steve brightens, then rolls his eyes. "Not going to happen," he replies, then seems to remember that Uncle Wayne is standing right there, because he turns to him. "You'd be welcome to stay, of course. I mean, Dustin kind of takes over one of the guest rooms whenever he can, but we have a second one."

A second one that no one's using, because Eddie's been sleeping with Steve, and now he's pretty sure his face couldn't get any redder.

He hopes that his uncle doesn't pick up the implications that Steve clearly isn't aware he's laying down, but unfortunately, Eddie can see Uncle Wayne's little smirk grow.

Still, he doesn't say anything about it.

"Thank you," his uncle says gruffly. "But I'm good at the hotel."

Steve heads back inside after Hopper, and Eddie follows his uncle to his truck.

"Not a word, old man," Eddie grumbles.

"Wouldn't dream of it," Uncle Wayne replies.

That doesn't stop him from laughing at him on the drive back, though.

Sure enough, Robin and Dustin are already there, and it's not long before everyone else shows up.

Including Joyce Byers, who hugs him long and tight and makes him have to excuse himself to go get the lasagna out of the freezer so he doesn't burst into tears.

Hopper and Steve both end up live on the six o'clock news. Chief Powell leads the press conference, and Hopper begrudgingly answers a handful of questions. He gives the coma story, talks about working with a private investigator friend to find out what happened during the time he was missing, reports that he has no current plans to retake the mantle of Chief of Police.

Hawkins has a fine one in Chief Powell, apparently, and Hopper wants to be with his family for now.

Chief Powell gives a brief update on the murder case, reporting that Eddie is no longer considered a suspect, and they have new evidence that points to Henry Creel, including several witnesses to the attacks.

Steve steps in only briefly to identify himself as one of them, stating that he was attacked by Henry Creel as well and can positively identify him. When asked how he survived, he shrugs and says he helped his friends fight him off, that it wasn't the first time they've all been in a dangerous situation.

The story ends with a picture of Eddie himself, the reporter stating again that no charges have been filed against him, and that -

That's it.

Eddie almost doesn't know what to do with himself.

The next few days are weird.

He still stays inside, most of the time, but he does go out a couple of times. With his uncle to get dinner, with Steve to the auto store to get a new tail light, with Hopper to sign a couple of more things at the station. Just enough to ease back into it, to remind the town that fuck you, he's still here.

Andy Johnson and Eric Carson stop by and apologize.

To Steve, which makes him all pissy, but Eddie thinks is frankly hilarious.

They promise they left right after they finished talking to Steve and Robin that night, and they had no idea that Jason was going to come back and mess with his car. They're not going to have anything to do with him until he gets his head back on straight.

Privately, he's not convinced Jason ever had his head on straight, but he doesn't do more than waggle his eyebrows significantly at Steve from where Andy and Eric can't see him.

Besides that, things are quiet.

Even though Eddie was kind of expecting something - there's no sign of Jason.

Up next: Eddie gets more orders to sort his shit out, so okay fine he guesses he has to

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Part 23

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f10urishing · 1 year

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love between tension-filled moments

♡; a collection of ways that chishiya likes to rile you up with, to distract you from how much he cares about you

♡; warnings: suggestive

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Chishiya is a bit of a sadist, it’s something he can even admit to himself.

He just can’t help it though something about your face burning with embarrassment, the heat radiating off you while your breath is restrained. The air held in your lungs disrupts your usual pattern of breathing. It’s almost like your body halts for a moment, muscles tense and unmoving. Nevertheless, your heart beats rapidly full of life and Chishiya has to resist the urge to drag his fingers across your neck to your pulse point, feeling each beat of your heart. He snickers at the thought, he is a cardiologist after all and it won’t be hard to tell how much your heart rate has increased, an easy calculation. Though his favorite part is your eyes so sweet and wide, avoiding his gaze just makes him wanna tilt your face towards his, grabbing your chin with his thumb and index finger.

Breaking you down and building you back up is probably his favorite pastime, nothing could be more amusing. He knows it sounds terrible to toy with you like this, clearly having a significant effect on you but you’re just so adorable. Besides he knows the depths of your soul: raw and bare for him, he also knows you like it as well.

If he really is such a terrible sadist that puts you through so much, then he surmises you must be a masochist that loves it all anyways.

the electric touch of bare skin:

The mandated attire for the Beach doesn’t leave much to the imagination, yet Chisihiya imagines it still. Your bathing suit leaves you pretty exposed with the entirety of your arms and legs as well as your midriff out. He loves to stare and does it more than you know, unable to control where his eyes drift towards.

The thought of you makes him yearn, turning his head to the window he searches for your form. The moon reflected off the chlorine water in the pool gives you a slight glow as you laugh beside Kuina. He sets down the invention that he was adjusting, it should give him an advantage for later, but for right now he slips loose of the thought of survival to gaze at you from his room.

Looking down he can see your damp hair and the slightest shake of your shoulders. He sighs, of course, you don’t bring any kind of jacket with you when take a swim on a cold night. You’d probably catch a cold if you stay out any longer without a jacket and Chishiya begins to make his way down to you. Strangely, he doesn’t mind, but then again he never seems to mind when it comes to you.

“Seriously Kuina I feel like my heart is gonna burst around him! I can’t take being around him but I hate being far from him too. I don’t think I’ve ever liked anyone so much” You whine with your face in your hands.

Her laughter rings throughout the empty pool, most still in games or resting from them. “Still not used to dating him? ”

“I guess you could phrase it like that, but it’s more like he affects me so strongly that I don’t think I could ever get used to it”

Ah, this is what you and Kuina were talking about, you really are adorable.

Your faced Kuina and as he walked toward you, he couldn’t help but drag his fingertips across your back and blow hot air in one of your ears. You jumped a little and Chishiya could see the goosebumps on your shoulders, either from him or the cold temperature. Your relaxed form quickly tensed up.

“You must really like me,” a smirk formed on his face as you whipped your head around in surprise.

“Chishiya! I thought you were still busy,” your voice trembled a bit, high pitched from shock”

“I needed a break, and I wanted some fresh air,” he lied unable to admit how weak you make him.

“Oh, that’s perfect then, it’s getting late but since they still wanted to stay out I didn’t wanna leave them alone. Chishiya you should keep them company for me instead.” Kuina yawned and stretched out her arms, “I’m still beat from the game I played so I’m gonna go get some rest, see you guys tomorrow.” You watched as she walked into the hotel, and how she turned back to give you a cute wink.

You want to ignore it, to act as if you aren’t highly affected by Chishiya’s lone presence. The usually bustling pool with a seemingly never-ending party gave way to an entirely different feeling when void of others, making you aware the only witness to whatever took place between you and him tonight would be the moonlight that illuminated his face. A feeling of hope washes over, just the possibility that Chishiya would lower his inhibitions and perhaps give you a piece of his heart. Unbeknownst to you, he’d give you his whole heart if he could.

You’re proven right when he slides directly next to you on the poolside lounge chair, leaving little space between the two of you. Chishiya’s touch is rare which is why you find yourself feeling grateful to be seated, as the warmth of his thigh seeping into yours makes your legs feel weak.

“You’re cold,” he states plainly.

“Maybe you're just warm,” you giggle slightly despite him being right.

He sighs before lazily unzipping his hoodie, “Don’t get sick with a cold, the next time we go out make sure to get a jacket”

He takes it in his hands and wraps it around your shoulders before letting his hands drag down to your arms. The cold temperature of them makes him rub them, and the continuous up and down of his hands against you makes your head spin. The addition of his jacket doesn’t help, his smell of fresh laundry now consuming you fully.

It’s all too much for your racing heart, yet not enough making you crave more. Ah, it’s just too in character of Chishiya to give you just enough to make you crave, to feel unsatisfied but drive you crazy nevertheless. The only warmth in your body currently comes from him; the jacket surrounding your form, the heat he emits by your side, and the rush of blood that comes to your face.

It takes all the power in you to turn to face his eyes, even more so to reach for his hand. The grip of his hand is loose but you know neither of you wanted to let go in this moment.

“Is my jacket and presence right up against you not enough?” His smirks clearly showing this ordeal was never solely focused on your warmth.

“No, after all I really like you,” conforming his previous words. “So much that I’ll put up with whatever bothersome teasing you put me through.”

He laughs at your blunt honesty, then smiles at how endearing you are. Chishiya knows that you could get him to fulfill any wish you have, including the end to your craving.

For now, though he’ll just continue to hold your hand and admire the look on your face when he leaves you hungry for more.

the moments before a kiss:

“Chishiya, this position tires out my arms,” your words come out shaky cause of how breathless you are.

Though he makes no move to loosen his grip on your wrists, positioned on either side of your head.

The gaze of his eyes trails upwards from your lips to your eyes, “I’ll make it worth it.”

The intense gaze of his half-lidded eyes held magnetism that easily drew you in, you force yourself to turn away or else you’d be trapped in them forever. To be truthful, as well as you knew Chishiya, you couldn’t understand his reasoning for this. Pinning you against the wall, making you unable to move except to close the proximity between the two of you is a bit much.

Faced away from him, your eyes wander to the clock on his bedstand, 12:56 AM. The numbers taunt you, making you realize the large span of time since you left for your game. Exhaustion drains your entire body with the 4 of spades being the prime reason. The game was simple in concept yet, it compensated for it with the amount of hours it took to win. Unluckyness preyed on you, making you one of the last to return home.

Oh. . .

“Chishiya did you m–” you’re cut yourself off when he leans in close and licks a strip of your neck. The slight feeling of his teeth against your skin makes your eyes roll back, head hitting the wall as well. The surprising feeling is a lot to take, the kind your body can’t handle in a weary state. Your body weakens for a moment, knees buckling and he uses his to press against your inner thigh to stabilize you, chuckling as he helps you.

You feel the continuous fanning of his breath, and you can’t resist the urge to turn back to face him. Eyes are the window to the soul and Chishiya wants yours burned into him. The space between you two now almost nonexistent with his lips coming close to brushing yours. The answer to your question comes when Chishiya lets go of your wrists, to tuck a piece of your hair behind the ear.

His fingertips ghost the rim of your ear to your jaw until he takes ahold of your chin, eyes fluttering to close. It only feels natural to close your eyes as well and expect the slightly rough feeling of Chishiya’s lips against yours.

You wait only until the realization hits that you don’t feel anything. When you open your eyes you see Chishiya, pulled away from you with amusement written all over his face.

“Seriously! What was all that for then? What happened to making it worth it?” Annoyance bubbles within your chest.

The only thing Chishiya can do is widen his smirk before letting his hand rub the top of your head as some sort of apology.

“Oh, it was very worth it to me,” the air exhaling from his nose showed he found it all too humorous, leaving you to sigh.

While it’s true Chishiya did find your expression priceless, even he couldn’t deny that he yearned for your lips. It’s a foreign feeling to be so irrationally concerned about another’s being, how you ignite such a feeling? An answer he knows very well but is unable to face, so he turns away from your lips until he can face the depths of his heart.

extending a moment in time:

You bite down to bear the pain, though you’re sure Chishiya does it harsher than necessary, for both his amusement and to punish you.

His lithe fingers are beautiful and always slightly cool, it’s entrancing to watch him change your bandages for you. The only thing that brings you back to reality is the tightness around your wrist.

A sigh comes from Chishiya before he speaks, “Can never stay out of trouble can you?”

“It just follows me wherever I go,” you laugh trying to ignore the annoyance in his eyes, instead glancing at your dominant arm.

Differing hues of purple run down your arm, contrasting the clean white that wrapped around the joint of your thumb to your wrist. The wound you unfortunately received was from a knife that had cut into your skin during a clubs game. When Chishiya first disinfected it, he would tell you how lucky you got that the wound wasn’t deep and that none of your tendons were severed, explaining the painful consequences of what could’ve happened. You thought otherwise though, finding an injury on the back of your hand bothersome, limiting the mobility of your dominant hand.

The frequency of which you’ve dropped your utensils is more than you’d like to admit, the clumsy way you now move through what would-be simple tasks is embarrassing. The unnatural feeling of holding anything in your non-dominant hand is awkward. Though from a certain perspective, you can view your newfound injury as lucky especially since Chishisya is right by your side, willing to assist with anything you need.

Chishiya had become just a little sweeter throughout this ordeal. Warmth in your chest forms when you think back to when he fed you, though at first he did watch in entertainment as you struggled to eat your breakfast. While still wanting his time alone, he at least tells you now and sends Kuina to take care of you when he can’t, no longer disappearing without a word.

Your recovery time isn’t long, but neither was your visa. The gods must have taken pity on you since you thankfully ended up in a simple 3 of diamonds game. Chishiya insisted that he come with you despite having more than enough days left on his visa and in the car, his grip on your hand was tight. Before you had entered the venue, he made you lean against the wall and bent down on one knee. Grabbing your foot, he placed it on his other knee to tie the laces of your sneakers, you hadn’t even realized they came undone. From that angle, you could see Chishiya’s usual poker face slipping, with sweat running down his neck. All you could do was squeeze his shoulder in reassurance that you’d still be by his side once the game ended.

Ever since then, you haven’t seen much of Chishiya. You try your best to brush it off, but even then he didn’t tell you, and the period of time since you’ve last talked has grown to be longer than usual. Having the weight of it on your mind wouldn’t do anything for you so decide to look for Kuina instead of thinking too hard about it

As you look in the mirror – intending it to be a quick look before leaving – you notice that in the back the usual bow you tie that keeps your top upright came undone. You want to sigh for the terrible timing of such an inconvenience. Even the slight turn of your wrist hurts and you wouldn't want to risk opening the wound, delaying your recovery further. Kuina wasn’t far, her room being at the end of the hall, that is if she even was in her room.

You weigh out your options on what you should do, too preoccupied with your thoughts to notice the click of your door.

He takes notice of your furrowed eyebrows and untied top, “Need my help with this too?”

You jump slightly, in shock from being brought out of your thoughts as well as from Chishiya’s presence.

“It’s not like I can ask someone else,” the words awkwardly fumble out of your mouth.

A smirk forms as he makes his way to you, his form directly behind you. The exhale of his breath can be felt on the back of your neck, and Chishiya can only chuckle at you. The sound redirects your attention to the mirror in front of you, your eyes meeting his through it. You watch as he slides his hand down your shoulder to your arms, intertwining your hands together at the end.

“Relax you’re too tense, I’m helping you put on your clothes”

The temperature of the room feels hotter when you think of the other option Chishiya implies, you drop the tension in your shoulders and try to appear unfazed, though he knows you’re not. He lets go of your grip to grab the two strains of polyester around your neck, thick silence fills the air as you stare at Chishiya’s concentrated face. No matter how much you try, it’s impossible to ignore his fingertips slowly grazing your neck in the process. You know that Chishiya knows how to tie a knot, anyone does, yet he drags out the process with mirth in his eyes.

“Done,” He says, finishing a minute longer than it should have been taken.

You search for his eyes through the mirror again, he stands unmoving from his close position to you. All of it frustrates you to no end, the tension that he builds up only to break it by doing nothing with it. So, when he tilts his head closer to yours, through your hazy mind you turn to finally close the space between you and Chishiya.

#chishiya x reader #aib x reader #aib fluff #chishiya shuntaro x reader #chishiya fluff #alice in boderland x reader #chishiya shuntaro #aib imagines #chishiya imagine #.heartthrob!

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albatmobile · 2 months

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a conundrum of redheaded proportions pt. 2

the second and final part of this ask!

𓅪 Rated: E | 6.5k includes: misunderstandings, confessions, selectively mute!reader, blow jobs, vaginal sex, deep throating, praise kink, spitroasting, begging, lots of smut y'all ur welcome, voyeurism, jealousy, Justice league AU

𓅪 previous hookup fem!reader x jason todd, eventual fem!reader x roy harper, eventual fem!reader x jason todd x roy harper

my Hero OC! Cardinal comes from this series: tumblr [1] [2] || ao3

It seems like fate that not even three days later Batman’s listing you off with Jason and him to lead a low-stakes mission with some of the younger, noob League members.

“Seems like we keep bumping into each other,” Roy teases you lightly before your squad’s debrief.

You quirk your head questioningly and make to apologize as if you’ve actually bumped into him.

“No, I just meant the other night,” He trails off unsurely, wondering if it’s too taboo to bring up you seeing him naked and hard in the hallway.

You don’t say anything, obviously, but you hardly even move.

Shit, he fucked up. Again.

Roy clears his throat subconsciously, “Er, anyway, sounds like it should be a pretty easy in-and-out type of deal, right?”

You nod bashfully and give a lame thumbs up.

Roy watches Jason sign something to you with a cheeky tinge to his movements and you respond with a flurry of sharp motions. None of it being anything Roy comes remotely close to understanding.

Roy clears his throat and both of you stop with your hands mid-sign, faces nearly touching through the armor of your masks.

It’s Roy’s turn to quirk his head.

“She said she,” Jason starts out in an obvious lie that has you instantly flicking him off. “I didn’t even say anything yet, beautiful.”

Put aside that Jason and you had just completely left Roy out of the conversation, now Jason’s giving you nicknames?

Fuck this.

“Uh,” Roy barely contains his urge to punch Jason in the stomach, knowing it’d only be in vain with Jason’s insanely padded bulletproof vest.

You huff in aggravation, looking from Jason to Roy. “Fine, I won’t say anything.”

Okay, now Roy really feels like punching Jason.

He’s supposed to be helping Roy hook up with you, not trying to steal you away for himself.

Roy’s feeling the second-hand heat from the glare you’re undoubtably shooting Jason’s way. He can’t help but feel like you’re talking about him and he really wants to know why Jason would be refusing to tell him.

You smack at his arm and clearly sign something before motioning your head toward Roy.

“What’d she say?”

You shake your head in your hand.

Jason pats Roy on the back, “First off, just because someone’s translating doesn’t mean you talk to her through me, dumbass.” Jason motions to you and Roy gulps as he follows the movement. “Second of all, she said she doesn’t want you to get the wrong idea.”

Consider it gotten.

“Yeah, no,” Roy lies, sheepishly tugging his trucker hat lower. “No wrong idea from me, that’s for sure. Nada, baby.” God, can he shut the fuck up? “Sorry,” He says finally.

You shake your head hesitantly and look down at your hands like you’re unsure of something. When your head pops back up, you look to Jason before reaching over and squeezing Roy’s hand like a reassurance that you aren’t mad.

“Shit babe, you should already know you can squeeze more than that,” He slaps a freckled hand over his mouth as soon as his word vomit catches up to him, but by then, it’s too late.

If you weren’t mad before, you definitely seem upset now.

It’s as if his words electrocute you back to reality, jolting the realization that you’d actually gone ahead with the action.

“Jesus,” Jason shakes his head like he can’t believe either of you. “It’s like watching a goddamned train wreck in slow motion.”

Roy, personally, can’t believe he keeps fucking up so tremendously with you.

It comes as a relief to all three of you when your ride shows up and the mission begins, preventing any further awkward mishaps.

𓅪𓅪

Jason takes control of the ship, sitting in the pilot’s seat before discreetly signing something to you.

Roy hears you ‘tch’ before you sign something that Jason doesn’t need to translate for him.

Without another word, well, sign, you saunter out of the cockpit, throwing one last look over your shoulder at Roy before walking to the back of the vessel.

It’s not fair.

It’s really not when your waist goes in so perfectly and your ass flares out unmistakably. Each sway comes with the cruel reminder he can’t touch it. He can’t touch you.

“God, she fucking hates me,” Roy sighs, slumping over in the jump seat. “God, I keep fucking up. I keep acting like a fucking pervert in front of her. It’s not fucking like me. I don’t know what’s going on,” He groans in frustration. “It’s like I’ve got zero fucking game around her and it’s really starting to piss me off. I can pick up any girl, but her? She’s seriously fucking me up, like, in the head and stuff, dude,” Roy points toward his head, jamming his index finger against his skull psychotically.

Jason clicks on the autopilot and gets up to shut the cockpit door, looking around to make sure no one’s overhearing them as he does so.

When he sits back down, he removes Roy’s finger, which still remains on his forehead. “You look and sound like you’re on fucking crack again, Roy.”

“It was heroin, but thanks. Always a class act to joke about addiction,” He mutters.

Jason rolls his eyes, “Is it so hard to just, I don’t know,” Jason opens his arms dramatically like it should be the most obvious thing in the world to him, “be yourself? Don’t you think maybe, at the very least, that being yourself is a bit better than this weird, lame shit you’re pulling now?”

Roy sits there, definitely not pouting, as he takes in his best friend’s words.

Jason knows the real him and still lets him hit, so maybe…

“You’re right,” Roy slumps back in his seat, exhaling dramatically enough for Jason to roll his eyes again. “If anyone’s gonna help me understand her, it’s you.” As much as he hates to admit it, Jason’s the only one who can offer him any sort of sage advice right now. “What should I do?”

Roy’s expectant puppy-dog-look has Jason milliseconds away from clicking the eject button and leaving Roy to figure shit out on his own. While he does eye the button, his hands remain on his knees as he takes in his friend’s desperate demeanor.

“Consider this a mitzvah,” Jason sighs, finally deciding to divulge Roy. “I can tell you straight up that if all you want to do is fuck her, you’re going to keep fucking up because she’s not like that.”

Well, Roy definitely hadn’t been expecting that.

“All the two of you did is fuck,” Roy points out saltily. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten how you ditched me to go get your dick sucked.”

“Roy,” Jason rubs at the tension steadily forming between his brows. “What did we just talk about?”

Roy puts up his hands in surrender, “I swear, it’s not my fault. It’s like my filter’s completely gone.”

“You’ve never had one to begin with,” Jason states plainly.

“Fine,” Roy gives in, motioning for Jason to continue.

“So, it wasn’t just a one-time thing like I told you. It’s a bit more complicated,” Roy’s eyes bulge. “We’d been talking ever since her split with Kate, but I didn’t want to take advantage of her. She told me she rushed into things with Kate, so she wanted to take things slow,” Jason shrugs. “You know, not like jumping into something right away. Anyway, I understood, so, in the end, I just got to know her.”

Roy shoots a knowing brow but doesn’t take the bait this time, “You seem to be forgetting I’ve also known her for years.”

“Knowing someone and knowing of someone are two different things. You and I both know that, Roy,” Jason points out. “When the time finally came that she was ready, probably like a year later, that’s the day I ditched you.”

“What happened after that?”

“It was a one time thing in the sense that it was only one day,” Jason’s attention shifts to the closed cockpit door as if it might somehow magically open. “After that, I never pushed and she never reached out like that again. We both got consumed in missions. When we’d finally get around to catching up, she’d act all shy again with me.”

Jason almost sounds embarrassed about the whole ordeal. He clears his throat, moving to busy himself with the controls, seemingly to signal the conversation was officially over with.

Roy can’t help but think back to how the two of you acted earlier… like you guys were close.

Fuck.

He mentally berates himself for getting in the middle of his friend’s… er, what exactly are you to Jason? His friend with benefits?

No.

Love interest?

Roy chances a peak at Jason out of the corner of his eyes, but with his Red Hood mask on, it’s impossible to get a read on the stoic man.

This can’t be Jason’s way of telling Roy to back off, right?

“Tell me to back off and I will.”

Jason’s helmet remains facing forward, “I could say the same for you.”

Just like that, the topic gets dropped for good and Roy’s no closer to any sort of clarity.

𓅪𓅪

Just like Batman had promised, the mission was get-in, get-out.

The swamps of Louisiana refused to be left behind as its grime sticks around long after the hostile info swap with Swamp Thing.

By the time you’re loading the dirty mutant teens back into the ship, Jason’s already calling dibs on the shower. You make sure everyone’s buckled securely into their seats before heading to the cockpit to let Jason know it’s safe for liftoff.

‘Your interrogating skills could use some work,’ Jason signs.

He can’t explicitly see it, but he knows your brow is quirked under your mask. ‘You mean lighting him on fire wasn’t protocol?’

“The fuck are you two jabbering on about?”

Roy’s voice visibly startles you and your hands still defensively in front of your chest where they’d been signing.

“Just rehashing the mission,” Jason shrugs, moving to flip a few switches on the control panel.

“You mean how she lit that oversized weed bush up like a Christmas tree?”

You snort.

‘He’s not usually like this,’ Jason looks at you before tilting his head Roy’s way. “He’s trying, though.’

You wave him off with a huff, ‘You’re delusional.’

‘If you’d just fucking talk to him,’ You’re expecting his usual response to your concern, so you’re definitely not expecting what he signs next, ‘you’d see you’re both being delusional.’

You flip him off for the second time on the mission before slipping back into your seat in the main cabin so Jason can take off.

“Women,” Is the only explantation Roy gets before the ship shoots off into the boggy, yellow sky.

Once the ship is set to fly on autopilot, Jason makes good on his dibs. His commanding boots stomp down the cabin aisle, shaking the entire aircraft as he does before coming to a halt in front of the bathroom.

“The Justice League requires an immediate debrief to be written once a mission's complete,” Red Hood's robotic voice warbles menacingly. “You have until we’re finished with this report to wash the mud from your acne-covered faces. Take any longer and your ass will be spending the ride back to base with shampoo in your hair,” His gaze shifts across the rows of seats to solidify his point to the scared prepubescent mutants who’ve yet to move. “Might wanna get a move on if you plan to rinse and repeat.”

His helmet snaps your way, gesturing you to join Roy and him up front.

‘You shouldn’t scare them like that,’ You berate him. ‘It’s mean.’

“Sorry,” He doesn’t sound it. “Thought I was, at the very least, being gentlemanly considering I just handed you private shower access.”

He doesn’t bother with signing once you’re both back in the cockpit, though you seem more focused on Roy. Even when Jason removes his helmet, you hardly react.

Truth be told, your attention is making Roy extremely nervous.

He’s already been overthinking, well, everything, but it’s worse now.

He keeps second-guessing every movement he makes. Every single word he says feels wrong no matter how long he languishes over the right thing to say.

Case in point:

“Private showers?” Roy wiggles in his seat similarly to how Lian so often would in her highchair.

“Yeah,” Is all Jason says, with a pointed look your way. “You’re welcome. Now let’s fill out this corporate bullshit so I can get Swamp Thing’s things out of my crevices.”

Roy snorts when you shiver distastefully at Jason’s choice of words.

To his surprise, Jason hands you a notepad and you begin furiously scribbling out your responses.

Meanwhile, Jason busies himself with recording Roy’s and his recollections of the mission. By the time they’re done recording, you’ve blown through six pages all filled to the brim with information. For some reason, he thinks it’s completely normal to give you a thumbs up because of this and mentally smacks himself when you respond by slamming the book shut before he can see it.

The debrief goes over smoothly with Roy only managing to make somewhat of an ass of himself, which he considers a new personal best.

The ‘somewhat’ quickly turns to ‘a complete’ when he decides to say: “You know, for someone who doesn’t talk a lot, you sure have a lot to say.”

Jason makes a hasty ‘abort’ gesture, but it’s too late.

Roy’s fucked up for the fucking gazillionth time with you.

You don’t even react, just gesture for your phone from the ship’s safe. Jason hands it over easily enough, though he’s obviously not exactly sure where this is going.

Roy swallows heavily, focusing his attention on the setting sun, which casts a golden sheen on the clouds that pass by. He tries to block out your loud typing, but the fingertips of your costume tap thunderously against your screen until it’s all he hears.

He thinks you’ll ignore him the rest of the way back until you’re suddenly flipping the screen around his way.

Jason makes a face at Roy as if to say, ‘I told you she’s into you.’

After chatting back and forth, Roy notices you shifting uncomfortably.

Jason seems to understand immediately, “Roy, show her how to turn on the showers,” Roy gawks at his best friend, not missing the hidden meaning. Roy’s about to protest, not wanting to make you uncomfortable, but you’re already up and nodding to the back of the plane. “And, for fuck’s sake,” Jason huffs under his breath to Roy, “don’t make me wait too long.”

On the shower, or…?

Roy shakes his head, placing a delicate hand on your back to guide you into the pretty clean ship bathroom, considering how many people had just used it.

Before he loses the courage, Roy strips and turns to give you a full view of his bobbing, pink-tipped cock. He watches you hesitate to remove your mask as if it’d been a secondhand reaction.

Ultimately, you do pull it off, shyly biting your lip as he drinks in your godly beauty as if it’s the first time.

You slink out of the rest of your costume at a tantalizingly slow pace as you step closer and closer to Roy.

“Think we should turn on the showers to drown this out?”

You nod with half-lidded eyes as your hands slowly descend down his chest.

The faucet squeaks as Roy fiddles with a good temperature, but you seem completely preoccupied with studying his cock. Your legs obscenely spread into a squat as you come face-to-face with his bobbing erection.

Roy has to restrain himself from smacking you in the face with his dick and forcing it down your fuckable throat for fear of scaring you off. You seem content to stroke him at a gentle pace, with your firm grip exposing and concealing his tip as his foreskin stretches around each stroke. You draw a dribble of precome and curiously flick at it with the tip of your tongue. Roy suddenly surges forward, grabbing a fist full of your hair to cushion your head as he pushes you completely out of the spray and against the shower wall.

You release a small gasp before you’re back on his cock, this time with more fervor.

Your tongue teases along his length, audibly slurping up the mess of spit you’ve left behind as you retreat.

“God, this is so embarrassing,” Roy whimpers, hips sputtering against your swollen lips. You quirk a brow at him as you pull off a move that leaves his knees shaky. “You’re so good to me, baby. There’s no way I’m gonna last, fuck,” You’ve started to deep throat him again and it’s all too much.

You’re too pretty and his one-off session with Jason did nothing to increase his rusty stamina.

He pulls out of your wet, hot mouth and spurts loads of thick come across your face and expectant tongue.

Absolutely sinful.

Once he’s breathing normally, he helps you stand up and begins babbling the moment your hand slips into his.

“I never thanked you for saving me from Enchantress of all villains, by the way,” He says when he finally comes down from the high. He’s not expecting you to respond, he just wants to get it off his chest.

You short-circuit, staring at him with an owlish gaze that leaves him mesmerized.

Roy thinks he’ll never get used to looking into your eyes. The stunning mix of colors so unique to you, private to only him and, well, the rest of the redheads in the tower, but it’s something Roy can deal with if it means he gets to hold you close again.

Your mouth quivers and he thinks he’s said something wrong until you speak.

“I’ve had the biggest crush on you since we met,” Roy’s mouth goes dry as a blush steadily creeps across your plump cheeks. He watches as you subconsciously tuck a stray strand of your hair behind your ear. “I thought you hated me, though,” Your eyes flick down to where his dick is still twitching in the aftermath. “Okay, well. Yeah, I just sucked you off, but still.”

Your voice is sweet, soft and understated; everything Roy never knew he needed and more.

“Cap,” Your head comically tilts in question and Roy bursts into laughter at the action. “I mean you’re lying, babe.”

He hears a quiet gasp from you before you dramatically shake your head no, then seem to remember you’ve already revealed your voice and speak. “You intimidated me.”

Roy laughs again, “Me? Intimidate you? Oh, damn. Babe, please, you’re like the definition of intimidating. I kept thinking I was fucking up and that you’d gotten the wrong impression of me,” He finally catches his breath, shaking his head like he finally understands what’s been going on. “I definitely should’a had Jason hook us up earlier,” He pulls you back under the spray, murmuring with your face between his hands, “I’ve wanted you for so long, beautiful. You have no idea.”

“I,” Your ethereal voice cracks slightly from underuse, “I always mistook your staring as you not liking me,” You clear your throat. “Until the other night, then it finally clicked.”

He doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to hearing you speak.

“You mean when I got a hard-on at the sight of you alone?”

He watches you swallow with greedy eyes, “Yes.”

He groans at your answer, feeling his restraint slipping again with each passing moment under your spell. “You gonna keep talking to me when we fuck, or are we gonna need some hand signals?”

You bite at your lower lip, causing Roy’s dick to twitch back to life in response, “I could talk to you forever, Roy.”

His hips buck helplessly into the small amount of air that lies between the two of you.

“Say my name again.”

It’s a command you give in to easily; over and over.

His gruff, gravely voice is nothing like you’d ever heard on a mission before and it’s driving you crazy. Your clit twitches on command as his hands tighten into fists. It’s as if to hold himself back from taking you right here and now.

“Roy,” You tease, closing the remaining distance. Your chest squishes against his armor, eyes flicking up at him through your long lashes as if you don’t already have him completely wrapped around your finger. “I need you to fuck me.”

“You…” He trails off in a daze, searching your eyes for any signs of hesitation, “You need me to?” Your eyes slide into slits and he still finds none.

Your fingers trickle over his freckled shoulders, twirling around them tantalizingly slow like a promise that this is real.

“I can’t come on my fingers just by thinking about you anymore,” You shake your head lightly. He watches as you bite at your lip again. You’re so fucking sexy, holy shit. “Not since I saw you that one night,” Roy’s dick twitches eagerly. “It’s not enough anymore. I need you, I need the real thing, Roy,” You’re practically moaning as you breathe his name against his lips. “Please, don’t make me keep begging.”

“Oh?” Roy’s fiery eyebrow quirks upward as a dominating confidence settles over him, “I think that’s exactly what you’re going to keep doing, baby.” Another twitch as you gasp from his words alone, “I want you to beg me until you’re about to come,” Your mouth parts as lust overcomes you, visibly filling your eyes. “Then I want you to beg me to stick my cock back in your wet cunt because you’re such a needy slut for me, aren’t you?” You unwittingly nod, completely enraptured by his raw sexual energy, “I want you to rut against it like the fucking whore I know you are until I finally give in and fuck you. Then and only then, are you allowed to come. Got it, princess?”

You nod with wide eyes, feeling slick already leaking out onto your inner thighs, “Yes, sir.”

“Oh,” He groans, allowing his hands to trickle down from the small of your waist to the dip right above your infamous ass. “You know exactly what you’re doing to me. Don’t you, baby?” Your fingers unclasp his remaining gear, stepping back slightly as it falls to the floor before closing the distance again. He feels your heart ramming up against your ribcage as you press into his now bare chest. “You’re such a good girl for me, aren’t you?” He watches as your wide eyes flicker between his, searching their verdant depths helplessly and chuckles lowly. “You don’t have to say anything, princess. I got you. I’ll take real good care of you, I promise.”

You seem shocked that he understood your nonverbal cue and, to be honest, so is Roy.

His dick is aching, practically humping your thick thigh with every movement of your swollen lips keeps causing it to bob up and down. Before he can stick it in, however, there’s a wiggle and twist on the bathroom doorknob.

You both panic, looking at each other with wide eyes when you realize that neither of you had bothered to lock the door.

Roy scrambles to hide you, fully erect cock facing the intruder, only to sag in relief when he sees that it’s just Jason.

“It’s just me,” Jason holds his hands up in faux-surrender. He hardly seems startled by your and Roy’s naked state. If anything, he looks pleased? “Was kind of hoping Roy’s shitty stamina would mean you’d be finished by now, but I refuse to sit in my sweat any longer,” His eyes flick to your bare face with the hints of a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“Shut up,” You blush, head ducking in the junction of Roy’s freckle-spattered neck for solace.

His eyebrows shoot up briefly at your verbal response before he schools his surprise, “Well, don’t let me interrupt.”

Jason then begins the motions of sudsing up his body, brow quirking when he feels the continued weight of your eyes on his movements. Roy would be pissed if he weren’t busy staring too.

Roy’s jaw nearly drops when you place your hands against the shower wall, partially under Jason’s spray, partially under the one already on next to it. You arch into the wall, wiggling your hips teasingly for Roy to come closer.

Jason’s eyes flicker down out of the corner of his eyes, watching as Roy watches him. Whether for support or permission, Jason doesn’t know, but he holds Roy's gaze, nonetheless.

Roy’s cock bobs enthusiastically in response, wondering if this was all some fucked-up sex dream he was going to wake up from.

Roy places gentle yet firm hands on your hips as he draws you backward against his erection. He paces himself, rubbing his tip against your slick entrance as his hands grope your ass in awe.

Jason's hard, spending a little too much time pumping his cock to spread his body wash for Roy not to notice. The way your head is pressed against the tiles keeps your face out of the spray, but also means that you can see both Roy and Jason.

You huff, arching your back even further

“Talk to me, baby,” Roy smirks, grabbing a handful of your ass as his cock continues to rub against your slick folds. It’s enough friction to leave your legs shaking with want.

Your half-lidded eyes sear into Roy’s lower abdomen like a siren’s call and, boy, is Roy ready to go overboard.

“Please, Roy,” You press your ass against his hard cock. You wriggle backward, hoping to gain more traction, but he continues to taunt you with the promise of his heavy heat. “Please fuck me.”

“You want me to wreck your cunt, baby?”

You nod, biting at the corner of your lip. Jason curses somewhere beside the two of you and it’s all the encouragement Roy needs to put on a show.

He drags his hands up your wet, lithe body as you perch so beautifully for him to take. He fondles your tits as he covers more and more your body with his own until his mouth is directly next to your left ear. On your right, Jason watches, emerald eyes lit with barely retrained want.

Roy smirks at his friend before turning his attention back to you. His deep voice rumbles lowly against the shell of your ear, “Beg.”

“Fuck,” You whimper, turning your head to the other side to capture his lips with yours. “I need you to fill me up, I’m so wet for you, Roy.” You press backward into his erection as if to prove it- as if Roy wasn’t already restraining himself from fucking your cunt full of his come. “My pussy’s aching for you, please,” Your sinful voice begs.

Jason’s remained entirely quiet up until this point, “Finger her.”

Roy barely holds himself back from shivering under Jason’s commanding tone, leaving him no choice but to obey.

He teases you, tickling along your labia before briefly teasing your leaking entrance. Your mouth opens and produces a porn-worthy moan, only to remain open and empty when Roy finally reaches your clit.

Jason bites his lip, looking between you and Roy for permission to oblige to your body’s reaction. Roy looks down at you, but your tongue has already lulled out to accept Jason’s girthy cock.

Roy shifts the position so you’re all in between the two shower sprays. You’re bent over, in between the two muscular men, with your face eye-level with Jason’s bobbing cock. Meanwhile, Roy’s soft hands hold your hips steady as he lines himself back up with your entrance.

Once you’re all settled, you waste no time in surging forward to swallow around Jason’s impressive length. Spit trails down the sides of your mouth as you force him deeper down your throat.

Your muffled moans and sighs are all the encouragement Roy needs.

He whines pathetically when the tip of his cock finally breeches your tight entrance, waiting briefly as you become accustomed to his girth.

Your voice is godly, so it’s no wonder that the little pleased noises you make are heavenly. Your breathy moans echo across the small room as Roy finally takes what he’s always wanted.

The wet heat of your cunt draws the most pathetic noises out of Roy as he slowly fucks his tip into you with a fluid motion of his freckled hips. Each shallow thrust leaves you aching and pressing back into him to beg for more.

“So good for us, aren’t you, baby?” Roy bites his lip impishly as he meets Jason’s half-lucid gaze head-on. Roy’s tip catches deliciously against your twitching cunt, forcing out a wanton moan that vibrates up to the very base of Jason’s cock.

Without warning, Jason groans as he releases your hair.

Roy looks questioningly at him before he’s pulled forward by his fiery hair to meet Jason’s eager lips. Roy can tell when you’ve begun sucking again because Jason’s lips become sloppier and more aggressive as they mesh against Roy’s chapped ones. When they break apart for air, Jason’s hand remains firm in Roy’s long, fiery locks. He pants, leaning his forehead against Roy’s while you eagerly work your body in between them.

Jason takes it upon himself to punish your ass cheeks while Roy uses his free hand to tangle in your tresses and tug. All the while, the men remain connected by their violent clashing of spit and teeth above your pliant arch. You feel your inhibitions deliciously slipping with every passing moment.

For once, you’re not being quiet.

If anything, it seems like Jason knew the only way to shut up your sultry whines was with his cock. The thought alone nearly sends Roy over the edge again.

He breaks away from his raven-haired best friend to grab desperately for your swinging tits.

His gentle hands squeeze and jiggle them with his thrusts slowing.

“Don’t wanna come again, baby,”’ He whimpers, flicking your nipples so that you unleash an equally pathetic noise.

Jason smirks, “Fuck that.”

You get no further warning before Jason’s calloused hand comes down on your ass cheek. His thick cock catches the majority your pleasured scream, though not completely. Roy rubs the spot, completely hypnotized at the red shape forming across your skin, then quickly pulls away and motions for Jason to repeat the erotic action.

With each hit, your moan reverberates around his cock deliciously.

A particularly hard smack forces Jason deeper into your pliant throat until he’s forced to grab a fistful of your hair to control the pace.

You feel entirely filled. Your eyes roll to the back of your head at the realization as you allow your biggest crushes to use your body in the best way.

“Yeah,” Jason grabs your chin, squishing your cheeks in the process as he ruthlessly fucks against your swollen lips. His voice is a dark timbre that shakes every particle of your being. “Take that shit, you fucking slut.” He wraps his hand around your hair again as he reaches forward to smack your ass.

Your hips stutter as you whimper against the dominant pace of Jason’s hips against your mouth.

His eyes contain a verdant ire, as if he’s just barely restraining himself from pushing Roy aside and fucking you like he knows you like. You can’t help but stutter forward, body spasming in Roy’s secure grasp as your orgasm releases a euphoric, chilling heat all across your body.

Jason removes his dick, moving to support your weight with Roy as they savor every wrecked moan that crackles from your abused throat.

They only allow you to recover for so long before Jason’s smacking his veiny cock against the side of your mouth for you to open again. “Just like that,” He rumbles your name out lowly. “Good girl,” He nods at Roy who follows his lead and smacks your ass, reveling in how your abused cheeks jiggle salaciously in response.

Jason drags his cock in and out of your swollen, spit-covered lips a few more times before he maneuvers himself into a crouch.

“What are you-“ You start, but his gentle fluttering against your clit cuts you off immediately.

His rough hand instantly stifles your wrecked moan, “I know you can come again,” Another pathetic weep from you. “That’s right, you’re gonna show Roy what a slut you are, aren’t you?” Your thighs unwittingly snap shut around Jason’s skillful fingers, only to instantly be forced back open with a dark smirk, “Just like that.”

His emerald eyes capture yours as he slurps at his slick-covered fingers before shoving them down your throat.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head.

He chuckles darkly, looking between his two-fucked out partners with a sadistic glee only Jason could harbor.

He shoves his calloused fingers further down your throat, earning a low moan that vibrates straight down to his cock. You wriggle impatiently and he gets the message. His free hand snakes teasingly down your panting torso to tickle your pulsating clit while his other hand fucks into your obedient throat.

With his expert fingers, it’s no surprise that you come again.

Your wobbly knees nearly give out to crumble down onto Roy’s dirty, discarded uniform on the floor below you. Luckily, he catches you before you can come back into contact with the disgusting swamp muck.

Roy forces his dick back inside your overly-sensitive cunt without missing a beat.

“Roy!” You exclaim as the overwhelming yet welcomed stretch starts up again. Your thighs have yet to stop shaking, but if anything, it only makes Roy fuck into you with reckless, primal abandon.

His freckled hips snap in and out of your doubled-over body at a toe-curling pace while Jay pumps his cock at the desperate display.

Roy doesn’t last much longer after your second orgasm.

The lewd sound of his dick squelching in and out of your slick-filled pussy, coupled with the clenching of your fluttering heat does him in.

What Roy doesn’t expect is for Jason to watch him come so carnally.

“You good?” Jason’s voice rumbles lowly like a predator closing in on his prey. It draws another spurt of come from his sore dick with a pained groan.

“Fuck, Jay,” He pants as he looks between you and his friend.

Roy tiredly crumbles to the dirty uniforms below with you still in his arms. You willingly follow, too exhausted to remain standing.

“Don’t think I’d mind seeing the two of you like this again,” Jason stands from his crouch, staring down at the two of you with a domineering demeanor. “Shit. Yes,” He groans when you and Roy move toward his thick cock in transfixed unison. “So fucking good.”

You and Roy share Jason nicely, taking turns licking lewdly up and down his veiny length.

It takes a moment to find a rhythm, but once you do, you’re eagerly sucking and exchanging heavy-lidded glances with the redhead beside you.

Roy takes over, flicking and moving his tongue obscenely for your pleasure. When he pulls off, he spits onto Jason’s dick, causing it to bob up and down in arousal. You waste no time in slurping it up, using it as lube to work Jason’s cock deeper down your throat. This, however, only lasts so long before Roy’s grabbing the back of your head to pull you in for a messy, toe-curling kiss.

He stares down at Roy’s noisy slurps, then at your teasing flicks with barely concealed dark want hiding behind his slitted emerald eyes.

He’s rough with both of you, taking a fistful of each of your hair to intermittently draw each of you down onto his cock, one after the other. If no one had heard you getting the best orgasms of your life earlier, they were now definitely hearing Jason’s gasps and curses clear as day.

You feel Roy’s eyes on you the entire time. Normally you’d be anxious with his undivided attention, but right now, it only spurs you to suck in Jason’s length deeper. You moan around his cock, feeling tears trickle out onto your cheeks as you finally manage to reach his hairy base.

Roy’s hands flit across your body, finally landing on your tits as he leaves open-mouthed kisses along your sensitive neck. You instinctively lean into the touch, eyes rolling to the back of your head, when Jason slowly begins to rock in and out of your throat.

They’re both unable to tear their eyes away from the show you’re putting on, but it does stop Roy’s breathy question. “You like having both of us sucking your dick, Jay?”

“Shut up, Harper,” Jason groans as he halfheartedly glares down at the redhead.

All at once, your deep-throating ceases as Jason replaces your mouth with Roy’s.

You watch as Roy gets a far more aggressive treatment as if they’ve done this before. Jason’s brows furrow together as his long fingers regain their grip on Roy’s fiery tresses before snapping far down into his throat at a brutal pace.

You gasp at the sight and are even more surprised they both falter to look at you.

“I-“ What do you even say? ‘This is the hottest shit I’ve ever seen and I want both of you in me at the same time’?

“Well,” Roy smirks wolfishly after he pulls off of Jason’s red-tipped cock with a lewd ‘pop,' “I’m down.” Jason’s biting down painfully on his lower lip, cock gripped strongly in his fist as he wills himself not to come from your words alone. Seeing this, Roy, of course, doesn’t let him off the hook so easily. “Would you want that, Jay? You want to feel that wet, tight cunt again while your dick rubs against mine?”

You’ve never seen someone come so fast.

Jason’s lips part slightly as he pumps his hot come all across your and Roy’s fucked-out, sweat-glistened bodies. His moan is breathy, slightly broken as the last of his orgasm spurts out across the two of your expectant tongues.

“Fuck,” Jason stares down at both of your slumped, sticky bodies like he’s trying to figure out if this is actually real.

By the time you’re all done making up for all the lost time, your fingers have pruned and your legs are too wobbly to hold your body.

Needless to say, the quick trek back to the cockpit is the worst walk of shame any of you have ever experienced.

A/N: this was a total self indulgent fic- i hope you enjoyed and lmk if you did! I've been in a huge creative rut recently :\

alsooooo I do have a physical copy giveaway of ARS (plus custom pins and a bookmark!) planned for april/may and you can find out more info here

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elllisaaa · 4 months

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skz as olivia rodrigo songs - maknae line

-> pairing : skz maknae line x fem!reader

-> words count : 3.2k words

-> genre : angst, exes, toxic relationship, messy breakup

-> sorry for any mistakes, english is not my first language.

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HAN JISUNG - TRAITOR

Honesty had always been a very important value to you, and you loved to believe that it was the same for Jisung. After all, he pinky promised you to always tell the truth, and neither of you would dare to break pinky promises right ? Well, you didn’t break it. You were always genuine with him, even when you weren’t proud of what you did, even when it was not enjoyable to speak the truth or to say certain things about him and you, about your relationship.

And when life was not easy, he was there for you no matter what, and you were there for him when he needed you too. Because if you were together, nothing could hurt, nothing could turn bad. Except it did, and you felt the wound of betrayal so clearly, even now when you should be happy and smile, you couldn’t.

You knew that Jisung would be at this party. Felix was his friend first, and even if you kept in touch with him even after the break-up, he couldn’t not invite one of his best friends, and you were fine with it. He had already filled so much part of your life with sadness, you didn’t want to let him invade every little thing you loved with his bad memories, and that included your friendship with Felix.

No, you didn’t mind seeing your ex again. What was really hard though was that he didn’t come alone. Suddenly, it was becoming not so easy to ignore his presence in the same room you were in. Suddenly, you were overwhelmed by the many questions he never answered, the questions he used to avoid. Was she his new girlfriend ? Did he fall in love with her ? Since how long ?

It was even harder to believe that he could have moved on already, but even more, it felt so wrong. Because who could catch feelings so quickly ? Was it possible that your sweet Jisung had lied to you all along ? Was it possible that he played games with you ? Was it possible that all these rumors were true ? In the end, you were not sure of anything anymore : if he really loved you, if he was really honest with you. Nothing felt true anymore.

Yet, so many people had told you that he was acting suspicious by the time he ended your relationship, that he was often seen with the very girl he was holding the waist of in front of your eyes right now. But still, you couldn’t believe it. No. No way that Jisung cheated on you. But still, a little doubt was floating in the back of your mind and you needed to ease it.

“- It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you…”

Jisung turned around immediately at your familiar voice, a shy smile spreading on his lips as he nodded his head.

“- Yeah, I know… I’ve been quite busy, work and all of that, you know ?

- And your girlfriend too I guess.”

His smile fell from his lips, clearly understanding where all of this was leading and what you wanted.

“- Huh… Yes, a little bit.”

You wanted to stay strong, wanted to be confident and appear like that. Because you had already cried too much, already spared him too much time and tears. But your next sentence was far from confident, your voice shaking as you tried not to look away from him.

“- She’s the reason we broke up right ? You can tell me, I’m not blind Jisung. I see the way you look at her. You’ve never looked at me like that. I just wished you had thought this through before I went and fell in love with you.

- I’m sorry, I really am… It just kind of happened before I knew it…”

He genuinely seemed sorry, but it wasn’t enough for you not to be angry, not to feel like you’ve been betrayed all over again.

“- You cheated ?

- No ! Never, I’ll never do that to you.”

You nobbed, and in the distance, you saw his girlfriend approaching the two of you again. She didn’t deserve to hear all that, it wasn’t her fault, so you looked at Jisung one last time before leaving him behind you.

“- You didn’t cheat, but you’re still a traitor Jisung.”

LEE FELIX - GET HIM BACK

You met Felix in the summer, when going on vacation to a place so far away from where you lived that you didn’t expect to run into someone who was coming from the same city as you. But you did. And it was a blessing. You were spending your days at the beach with him, and then with his friends when he introduced you to them. They could be weird, but they were so funny and all you needed at that time was to relax, and it was even better to do it with people you wouldn’t see again.

Felix showed you the most beautiful places in Australia, doing road trips just to get you to see this one spot that was so beautiful. So one night, during a walk on the beach to take you back to your hotel after another party, he kissed you under the moonlight and you were not stupid enough to reject him. It was fun, he was fun and fun was all you wanted for these holidays.

But maybe he was too fun. Maybe he didn’t get attached to you as much as you got attached to him. You remembered how he would pass on some of the dates you had planned to go out with his friends instead. But no problem, all of this was not serious ! In the end, it became serious for you, and what was supposed to be a meaningless summer crush turned into you falling for him.

So when you had to go back home, you knew that he was certainly not going to text you as much as before. And it was what happened. You stopped talking, as if nothing ever happened between the two of you, as if it was really not serious for him when all you wanted was to come back to that night when he kissed you for the first time.

The worst part of it all was that you were perfectly aware of the fact that Felix had lied to you on numerous occasions. You knew that he lied about what he was doing, about why he was in Australia, about why sometimes he was seen kissing other girls. You knew all that. You knew that you didn’t mean as much to him as he meant to you. But that was okay. It was supposed to end at one point anyway.

So even if you missed him some nights, when you were lonely and all your friends were dating, you never dared to text him. Until this one day when Felix called you, saying that he was coming back to your city for a while, asking if you wanted to meet up. And obviously, you said yes. Because even if you wanted your sweet revenge for all he had done, you also wanted him again, you wanted to get him back.

Felix invited you to have a drink with him at a bar, and you were mesmerized all over again by his sweet smile, his beautiful freckles, and his deep voice that brought back to life all the butterflies that you had tried to kill the past months. It was almost as if you were back in his car, driving through the desert with no other sound than the broken radio of his old car and the sound of your laughter as you shared memories. And if you ended up going back to his place this night, it was just for the sake of these memories. Nothing more.

But it became something more again. Just like you wanted. Just like you had dreamt about. It was just not what you imagined. How stupid was it of you to think that you could change him and his ways of living ? You were nothing but some kind of amusement to him and you knew it. All you did was hurt yourself in the process and argue with him even more.

“- What do you want from me Y/N ? I already told you not to call me when I’m out with my friends !

- And you also told me to call you if I needed something ! You’re not making any sense !”

Felix shook his head in disbelief, running a hand through his blond hair. Why was he so hot when you wanted to be mad at him ?

“- I don’t understand you ! Do you love me or do you hate me ?

- I guess it’s up and down these days because you act like a fucking asshole !”

You turned away, slamming the door of his apartment behind you and not caring about his neighbors. That was what was so frustrating about him. He was sweet but toxic at the same time. He told you that you were pretty one day and the next you were annoying. He called you in the middle of the night but you couldn’t do the same. You wanted to break his heart and then be the one to stitch it up. And even if you were angry at him for now, you knew that you would come running back in his arms.

KIM SEUNGMIN - ENOUGH FOR YOU

You knew from the start that Seungmin was not the most affectionate person, but that was okay. You were in a relationship, so there was no need to worry about him loving you just like you loved him. All it took was one comment from him, one remark from a friend of yours saying that he started to date you out of pity. And then you were spiraling down into doubt and worry.

As time went on, you started to notice all the things your friend had mentioned. You started to notice how he would always prioritize his friend over you under the excuse that he had some work shit to clear up with them when really they were just hanging out. You started to notice how he always avoided your display of affection, even if it was just holding hands or his waist so as not to get lost in a crowd. You started to notice all the little things he said to you, about how he preferred when you dressed that way, or acted another way.

And you loved him, you were just a girl in love, so you did that. You tried so hard to be everything that he liked just for him to say that he was not the compliment type. You really did everything he wanted you to change about yourself. You got into the things he loved to prove to him that you were interested in whatever he was doing even if he wasn’t doing the same in return. That was fine, because again, you loved him. And it took some effort on both sides for a love story to work.

Except Seungmin didn’t put any effort into your relationship. It was obvious. Everyone could see it. So when he broke up with you, it wasn’t a surprise for anyone, even you. You knew that this was all a dream that would end soon, but you wished it would last a little longer. A few weeks later, when you saw him holding another girl’s hand in one of his friends posts on Instagram, you weren’t surprised either. She was his type, not you. But you couldn’t help and wonder what you did wrong for him to leave this easily.

Despite what he did to you, you tried to move on and get over him. It was not easy, but you still tried. Because he broke your heart, but he also broke much more than that. Until the day you understood that you didn’t do anything the wrong way and that it was all his fault, all along. Then, sadness became anger, and you didn’t longed for him anymore but hated him with all your heart. You felt like you got through all the stages of grief. But in the end, you got yourself together, you had never been happier than since Seungmin left you for some other girl he came to hate too.

That’s why you weren’t even shaken by the fact that you ran into him at the club this night. You even greeted him, just like you would with an old friend, and you got back to your friends who were waiting for you to dance. And as much as you tried to ignore him, you could feel his eyes burning holes in your back the whole time, even when you left your friends for a while to get yourself another drink, flashing a smile to the barman you had come to know since you came here often.

“- So now you’re going out, huh ?”

The disappointment in his voice brought you back to the time you tried to be the perfect little doll he wanted you to be, but when you turned around, there was nothing left of that.

“- I do what I want Seungmin, it’s none of your business.

- I know. I’m just surprised. You were not like that when we were together.

- Yes. Because I’m not trying to meet your unrealistic expectations anymore.”

Seungmin scoffed, as he always did every time you dared not agree with what he was saying. But you knew better, knew that you didn’t deserve everything he did to you, that you didn’t deserve to be used and discarded.

“- I never asked you to do that.

- But I did it anyway, because all I ever wanted was to be enough for you. But I don’t think anything could ever be enough for you. I’m over all this Seungmin, I’m happy and do not think that I’ll ever let you come back and ruin my life again.”

You left with your drink, not sparing him another glance. But still, you could feel his eyes on you, and you couldn’t help feeling the sadness coming back all over again. He really fucked you up.

YANG JEONGIN - 1 STEP FORWARD, 3 STEPS BACK

Jeongin warned you before you started seeing each other that he had not so much experience and that he might be a little clumsy or careless at times. But he also told you to not hesitate to tell him if he did something that wasn’t good with you. And it all worked well, very well. He was such a sweetheart, always asking your consent before doing anything, buying you flowers, holding your hand during every date he planned, even cooking for you when you came home tired after a long day at school.

And yes, he was sometimes hurting you, but you knew it was not on purpose, you knew that he didn’t mean it and he always apologized immediately, promising you to not do it again. So far, he always stood by this, learning how to be in a relationship with you, learning how to love you right. Or so you thought.

Sometimes, he would act like everything was annoying him, even you, and he would send you away as if you were worth nothing. Sometimes, he would be the cutest boyfriend ever and take you to dinner at an expensive restaurant, and treat you like a princess. And you tried to tell yourself that it was only because you were his first serious relationship, but it was getting harder to use this excuse as time went on.

And even if Jeongin never mentioned that the problem was you, you started to think that you were, in fact, what was wrong between you. You wondered if it was because you were too soft, or because you were too mean, or because you tried to control him too much, or because you were not what he needed. You didn’t know, but so many doubts were filling up your mind as to why everything seemed to unravel, as to why everything seemed to turn bad.

You tried to take it the good way. It was kinda funny how you got a new lover everyday, wondering if he will walk you to your door or send you home crying. What was important was that you loved him and he loved you, and both of you could learn from the other to be better persons. At least, that was what you were trying to do, but apparently, it was not the case for Jeongin, and all you wished for was that he gave you as much as you were giving to him. You just wanted him to know what he needed, to know if he really wanted to be with you or not because everything he did was confusing.

“- Why are you crying baby ?”

Today, he was so kind to you, but you couldn’t help going back to a few days before, when he forgot about your date and even called you clingy.

“- It’s just… I can’t anymore with this back and forth thing you do all the time. If I did something wrong, tell me please, and I’ll fix it I promise. Just tell me…

- What made you think that baby ?”

You tried to stop the numerous tears spilling out of your eyes but you couldn’t, having kept your emotions for yourself for too long. You didn’t know why today, but it was too much to bear. You needed to let it all out.

“- You’re always telling me one thing and then another. You always told me that you loved the fact that I was very affectionate and two days ago you accused me of being too clingy.

- Is it only that ?

- No ! Don’t you see how complicated it is for me to get what you want from me ? I always have to be careful with my words to not anger you, and at the same time you treat me like a queen and I… I just don’t know where we are anymore. Do you love me ? Or want me ? Or hate me ? Please, tell me, because I really don’t understand…”

Jeongin was looking at you with a puzzled expression on his face, seemingly not getting what you were trying to tell him.

“- It’s me who doesn't understand where all this came from. Just because I forgot one single date yesterday, all of sudden I’m a fucking monster that doesn’t consider your feelings ? You’re trying to make me look like the bad guy because you’re angry Y/N.”

You shook your head, attempting one more time to explain your opinion, but one word after another, and one insult after another, and suddenly you were screaming at each other like you had never been in love.

“- Then I’m leaving, because that’s what you seem to want so badly ! I can’t believe that you’re being like this !

- Well, try to look in a mirror, because maybe this is all your fault instead.”

Jeongin slammed the door behind him, and you knew that sooner or later, you would welcome him again, because you were not ready to let him go yet, even if it was, indeed, his fault.

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torukmaktoskxawng · 11 months

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can u make a enemies to lovers with neteyam or jake? x fem!reader? xx!!

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Pairing: Jake Sully/fem!reader

Summary: Y/n doesn't like being outranked by Corporal Jake Sully, and Jake doesn't like Corporal Y/n's attitude. This rivalry eventually stretches past their human existence.

Warnings: Military attitude, one-way thinking, implied brutal death, enemies to tolerated allies to lovers, alien prejudice/racism? (that one's a little tough to word I guess), swearing, etc.

Word Count: 2k+

A/N: Thank you for your patience, and sorry it took so long!

Also, Jake and Neytiri don't end up getting together and having kids in this one. I couldn't bear to do my Mama dirty like that.

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Corporal Y/n L/n was many things. Tough, capable, determined, and loyal. The RDA was lucky to have her... at least that's what she tells people. No task was impossible and no mission was too dangerous. Y/n followed her orders down to a tee, so you could imagine the anger she felt when her loyalty was shoved aside in exchange for wheelchair-bound Corporal Jake Sully.

There's no such thing as an ex-marine, and yet Y/n has never met the next closest thing until she met Jake. Honorably discharged after the loss of his legs in Venezuela, Jake was only in Pandora for the sake of the RDA not having to waste millions of dollars on an avatar whose rider, Jake's twin, is dead. Technically, Jake shouldn't have been mingling with the war dogs at Hell's Gate and should've stuck to the scientists. But Selfridge and Quaritch had other plans and had asked Jake to go undercover as their eyes and ears among the Na'vi.

Y/n didn't think Jake deserved all the credit he had been given after he managed to insert himself with the Omatikaya, and she voiced her opinion to him, "What'd you have to do? Bat your cat eyes at them?"

Jake knew when he was being mocked, clenching his jaw and narrowing his eyes back at her, "They accepted me after I told them I was a warrior from a neighboring clan."

"Seriously? What clan?"

He had the gall to look bashful in front of her, the tips of his ears turning pink while muttering under his breath, "The Jarhead Clan?"

She laughed in disbelief and likely disgust, "Are you kidding me? 'They fell for that? If it's that easy, maybe Quaritch doesn't need you after all. I bet we could just walk in there claiming we're all from the Jarhead Clan."

"They're smarter than they look, and I don't see you volunteering yourself to communicate with them." The marine sassed back, his attitude getting the better of him.

"They're not worth my time," Y/n shrugged, nonchalantly, "They're clearly not smart enough to handle me if they ate up your punk ass lies."

"You don't exactly have anything better to do. Other than complaining, I guess."

She snaps her attention back to the man in the wheelchair, eyes glaring into his soul. It wasn't every day someone had the guts to match Y/n's cold exterior, and she didn't appreciate being badmouthed by the rookie who just got a lucky shot of working the same rank as her, "Watch yourself, Sully."

He smiled, the bastard, turning his chair in the direction he wanted to go, wheeling away, "I gotta head out. Unlike some folk, I actually have a mission to accomplish."

~~~

The scientists were moving out. Apparently, Dr. Augustine was spooked at the idea of Parker breathing down the neck of her operation so she's bringing her avatar team up to Site 26 in the mountains, Sully included.

Y/n was strutting down the hall and happened to catch Jake after he left the control room to let Quaritch know what was going on. She noticed a suspicious-looking smile on the marine's face and something didn't sit right with her at the sight of it. Without much thought, she held her foot out and it abruptly stops the wheelchair in its tracks. Jake peered up at her, his smile quickly fading when he realized who it was, his jaw tightening.

"You're smiling." She stated her observation out loud, gracing him with a frown to match, "It's not a good look, much less a normal look for you. Just remember whose side you're on, Sully."

How could she have possibly known what he might be thinking? She couldn't have known he was smiling at the thought of getting away, wanting to forget all about this place in exchange for seeing this world through the eyes of Neytiri.

No. There's no way she could know that. As suspicious as Y/n was, she was blind to everything Jake has experienced out there. He leans close, staring up at her with those hard, daring eyes, "I do. My side."

~~~

It bothered Y/n to learn Jake had betrayed them. Did she expect it? Obviously. So it bothered her all the more that she expected it. She could have prevented this by stopping Jake from leaving or reporting him to Quaritch, so why did she let him go?

She decides that she can fix this mistake by helping blow up Hometree and further help in the battle waiting for them in the Hallelujah Mountains.

Did she feel regret watching the magnificent tree crash down, likely killing hundreds of Na'vi in the process? Only for a moment, her mindset now on her orders to return back to Hell's Gate. Best foot forward, she manned the gun as they flew to the Tree of Souls, only to be ambushed by the Na'vi, astride direhorses, and ikran. Y/n didn't feel regret gunning down as many as she could after watching the bastards kill her friends and acquaintances, people she worked with for years and formed bonds with living on a moon so far away from home.

She was thrown from her gunship, however, before she could fully enact her revenge. As she fell to her death, she watched the battle going on above her. She watched her gunship being tossed around by the devil itself, the Great Leonopteryx, larger than any ikran she had ever seen. The beast and its rider, Toruk Makto himself, smashed Y/n's gunship against the side of one of the floating mountains, and she's forced to watch it explode in debris and flame. Her heart drops, however, when the blades of the ship came spiraling through the air and toward her falling form.

That was the last thing she remembered before everything went black.

~~~

FIFTEEN YEARS LATER...

Instead of black, she's blinded by an overly bright hospital light. Only, Y/n wasn't in a hospital and she felt like she was lying on top of a stainless steel dissection table. Disorientated and sore, Y/n focused on the voice of the doctors (were they doctors?) surrounding her field of vision. They instruct her to take it easy and flex her fingers. When she lifts her hand to do so, she's suddenly wide awake and self-aware.

Her hand was blue.

~~~

Following her resurrection came the other Recoms of Project Phoenix. Z-Dog and Wainfleet were next, then Ja, Brown, Fike, Lopez, Prager, Walker, Warren, Mansk, and Zhang. Most of them she knew back at Hell's Gate, or at the very least was acquainted with them. Finally, Quaritch came to and Y/n couldn't lie how entertaining it was to watch the colonel wake up and immediately kick in his fight or flight mode. It didn't help that Lyle thought it would be a great idea to greet Quaritch with his new ugly avatar mug. Later on, Wainfleet admitted that he already forgot about his new body and didn't think how the colonel would react, and in response, Y/n laughed and called him an idiot.

~~~

Their temporary resurrection and reunion were cut short when they arrived back on Pandora. Quaritch gets them to work immediately after receiving his orders from Ardmore and the Recoms are sent out into the wild to test out and see if the moon would react to their presence. So far, they hadn't triggered any immune response. No animal attacked them and the plant life kept still. The new and improved avatars track down the old shack where Quaritch breathed his last breaths, locating his remains and extracting the old footage from the AMP suit.

What they didn't expect to find there was a human boy, running around, acting like one of the Na'vi, apart from his breathing mask and exo-pack. He was about sixteen and clearly someone who had been left behind in the initial evacuation when the humans were driven off Pandora. When they captured him, he introduced himself as Spider Socorro, none other than Paz and Quaritch's son. But Spider wasn't very adamant at the idea of the colonel standing over him being his sperm donor.

"You're not my father! My Dad is Toruk Makto! He's on his way to save me! He knows I'm here, and he's going to kill every single one of you!"

That bit of information only enraged Quaritch even further, and Y/n couldn't exactly blame him. First, Jake betrayed his own kind, killed many humans, forced them to go home with tails tucked between their legs, and now he's raised Quaritch's son up and brainwashed him to be an animal.

The Recoms take Spider's threat to heart and secure him, keeping him tied up in the center of their circle as they wait for Ardmore to come and pick them up. It was dark and it had started to rain. They kept their backs to each other and kept their eyes peeled on the jungle line. And yet, they never saw him coming.

It was all a blur. Due to the darkness and the rain, Y/n was one second too late to realize that she had been separated from the group as the Recoms were getting picked off, one by one. There was the familiar sound of a grenade launcher being triggered before Y/n had the time to dive down and cover herself to the best of her ability. The explosion goes off somewhere nearby and her ears begin to ring, debris of dirt sprinkling down on top of her. The shouts from her team slowly die away, following the sound of Ardmore's ship picking them up. She tries catching her breath, her mind not yet realizing what had happened just as hands began to grab at her shoulders, her instincts driving her to fight or flight mode.

She kicks them away and scrambles to put a distance between herself and the stranger, lifting her AR in her arms and pointing in their direction. In front of her stood a tall Na'vi man, only he had the traits of an avatar-- a very familiar avatar.

The snarl she let out wasn't as human as she was used to. It was more feral and she tried not to let it surprise her, "Shit. Sully."

Jake Sully's eyebrows furrow at the voice, eyes frantically scanning her form. Definitely an avatar but dressed in camo and currently pointing an AR at his face. The voice sounded strangely familiar, but it wasn't until he noticed the name patch on her bulletproof vest did his eyes widen in recognition. He peered back up at her eyes, tilting his head, "L/n?"

She cursed again, rage pooling through her eyes as she gnashed her sharp teeth at him, "Traitor!"

Y/n goes to pull the trigger, but something from behind had clubbed her in the crook of her leg, forcing the limb to give in and collapse against her will. She shouts and the trigger slips, the gunfire missing Jake by an inch as he barrels forward when the moment of opportunity strikes. He wrestles the rifle out of Y/n's hands and pushes her to the ground, using the orange slap-cuffs she possessed and using them against her, restraining her hands behind her back. Y/n snarls and hisses like a wild animal caught in a trap, her ears and tail lashing violently as she's forced face down into the mud, the whole front side of her wet and cold with the rainfall still pouring like nobody's business. With her head tilted off to the side, she realized her attacker was none other than Spider with a large branch still heavy in his hands. With his captive secure, Jake stood up and stepped toward the human boy, kneeling down to meet his height and checking him over for injuries or cracks in his mask.

"You alright, kiddo?"

"Yeah," Spider breathes, smiling faintly when Jake gently knocks his knuckles against the glass of his mask affectionately.

"Good. Let's get you home. Your sister's probably worried sick."

That was news to Y/n. From what she understood, Quaritch and Paz only had Spider, unless the colonel was getting around. Looking back, Paz could have cozied up to others, but from the few encounters Y/n had with her, she didn't seem like the type. Socorro was high maintenance.

Still left on the cold, wet ground, Y/n continued to struggle until Sully remembered that she was there, and the bastard had the gall to smile down at her while patting Spider's shoulder proudly, "Well, son... not bad for your first catch."

"Go to Hell!" She screeched back. This had gotta be the worst night of her life.

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