#i very desperately need the next two movies like I need air | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

janovavalen · 4 months

Text

✧HER NEW CUT || luke castellan x fem!reader

summary: luke as always admired y/n…from afar, but when she comes to camp one morning he can’t help but talk to her about her very bold hair cut

word count: 3174 (cray cray)

warnings: slight obsession from a far (not joe goldberg type), horrid flirting, y/n had a long to short haircut like taylor russell’s hair type short, slight jealousy, happy and soft ending<3

a/n: for more dramatic feels listen to japanese denim specifically? 3:09 so hope u read fast when it comes to the end bc JAH!

at the camp, luke and his group of friends walked amongst themselves as they laughed at the endless and kind of weird jokes one another was telling.

luke was always lucky with making friends but his friends were kind of—not to be rude—on the weird spectrum. he himself couldn’t say he wasn’t weird either.

‘dude, then the next thing—oh shoot, look who’s gotten out of her cabin this morning’ his friend jake, who pointed over to persephone’s cabin.

as luke looked over he saw none other than y/n l/n. daughter of persephone, goddess of spring and nature. persephone was known for her beauty, and her love, her kind mind towards all even when they’ve done bad.

all of persephone’s children seem to have these traits, but y/n? no. she had them more, she had them down to the freckles on her face that seemed to align like the stars of sirius. the most beautiful, brightest star in the sky.

y/n had been at the camp for only a few months, not as long as luke, but the second she stepped foot into that camp was when luke gave himself over to her willingly. but to her, unknowingly.

as crazy as it sounds, luke has never said a word to y/n. the only thing he did do however? was embarrassingly trip over his own foot, slamming down into the earth below her feet as she stopped her movements, he could remember it alarmist like it was ten minutes ago.

ㆍ୨୧ㆍ

as luke walked out of his cabin he saw y/n walking with her sisters as they laughed and talked together, their laughs seemed to drown out and the only noticeable one being y/n’s.

at the moment, luke had the duty of taking his wooden swords to the swordsman practice field.

as the girl—mainly y/n walked their way across from herme’s cabin, luke tried to make himself look more attractive? cool? so he straightened his back, the wooden swords being in one arm as he confidently walked down the steps—just as the girl passed, he tipped over a tree stump that had grew out of the ground.

when he did, was well hades himself rose from the ground and put hell on earth—the swords went flying into the air, one hitting y/n’s sister in her head.

‘oh my!—‘ as luke fell stomach first into the ground he grunted.

‘oh my gosh! are you okay!?’ a soft and worried voice spoke above him. as he looked up he saw a worried face of y/n…the girl he was so desperately trying to impress.

‘i—im fine! i’m okay, sorry! i’m so sorry emma!’ he yelled to the girl as he scurried up to grab the wooden swords. y/n turned to see one laying lot to far behind her so she went to reach, but at the same time like some two-thousands movie cliché, he went to reach for the same one.

his larger hand being on top of y/n’s who looked him into the eyes she smiled warmly while he smiled back, cleaning his throat.

‘again i'm so sorry’ he nervously smiled at y/n who kept her eyes trained on his own. she smiled warmly and shook her head.

‘don’t, it’s okay, it wasn’t your fault’ she calmly told him while placing her hand on his chest. he took a deep breath while they looked each other in their eyes.

‘y/n? come on we need to get emma to the clinic’ her sister called out to y/n who turned around. luke kept his eyes trained on y/n who called out—‘o—okay! i’m coming right now!’ as she turned back around she was quick to luke in his eyes.

‘well…i guess ill see you around prince charming’ she smiled with a hint of playfulness in her tone. he nervously laughed while holding onto the wooden swords as she walked away.

not without turning back to look at luke how never stopped looking at her.

ㆍ୨୧ㆍ

snapping out of his memory, luke looked over to jack to smirked at him.

‘dude, whatever—‘

‘i mean come on luke! you’ve been obsessing over her for how long? like how many years?’

‘about two i think?’ one of this friends said. jake pointed at them to prove his point.

‘see! two! and not to ruffle your edges but she’s a very pretty girl…she’s not going to wait for you forever luke’ he stressed. luke and jake have been friends for some time now and he was tired of watching luke get jealous every time y/n talked to some other guy at the camp.

and eveytime he let it happen, luke would go into his quiet, mystery guy mode and not talk to anyone for thirty minutes or an hour just falling over the fact the guy y/n was talking to and laughing with wasn’t him.

luke rolled his eyes a bit and shook his head.

‘nah it’s okay…besides maybe he deserves someone else, i don’t think i’m first and only in line anyway’ luke watched y/n sadly as she talked to some camper from zeus's cabin.

he was basically torturing himself as he watched the two laugh, her hand falling along the guy's shoulder.

turning around once he saw that, he sucked in a breath and tried his best to brush that off. the overbearing jealousy putting him through a spiral. a way in his mind.

‘okay—guys let’s just go have dinner, have fun, y’know?’

jake looked over to the rest of the group who sadly shook their head at the effort of getting luke to talk to y/n. sighing he followed luke over to the small outdoor cafeteria.

there were all of the kids who laughed and ate.

‘you guys can sit over there and I'll go and get dinner’ luke told them. some of the group didn’t really eat often, they more often ate their snacks they had saved up in their cabins.

‘i’ll go with you!’ jake called out.

as the two of them made their way to were the food was being handed out, luke failed to notice y/n who smiled up at him and called his name softly.

‘luke is that you?’ she smiled. turning around immediately to see y/n smiling up at him he stumbled to turn around to her completely.

‘y/n! hey! how are you? how’ve you been?’

luke was trying his best to make it seem like he didn’t know she been rather okay.

‘i’m good! i’m good, and you?’ she walked him him down the like of food.

‘i’m good as well! uhm…how’s camp going for you?’

‘good, uhh—me and my sisters have small sleepovers almost every night, we’re also doing some get-togethers for the other demigods to join, you can come whenever you like? i already asked mr. dionysus and chiron’s permission. they said it would be a rather good thing for the demi-gods to put their differences aside and get along as a full community’

y/n was always one for having a soft spot for people. even for her own good. but, that’s what luke loved about her. she was always so caring and supportive of everyone aside from the fact they’re all from different gods. that didn’t matter to her.

nodding his head and smiling he agreed to showing up to one of them—‘yeah, yeah i’ll try and make it if i’m not taking care of other things or sleep’ he chuckled a bit at his own joke while y/n did the same.

‘good good, i hope you can. it was really good to talk to you luke, i mean it. i always saw you a couple of times but you were with other people and i didn’t want to interrupt—‘

‘no! no—you could never interrupt, you can always talk to me, i mean it’ he was quick to shut down her worry in trying to intrude her way through conversation he wasn’t even paying attention in.

she smiled and nodded her head while holding a plate of food.

‘well, i’ll see you tonight?’ she tilted her head to him with a smile on her face full of hope. he mindlessly nodded with a glaze in his expression that didn’t go unnoticed by jake but blinded it her.

as she walked away with her plate in hand and her long flowing hair behind her, jake was quick to hit luke with his shoulder.

one thing that was very different from all of her sisters was that her hair seemed to grow ten times the return speed hair takes to grow. she had the length of hair that almost reached her calves. she always liked it long, and luke didn’t want to lie to himself he loved the way it looked on her.

‘ouu! look at you man! get your game on!’ jake make a corny comment making luke look back at him with a shake of his head but a grin on his face.

‘dude she only invited me to some function everyone is going to be at…’

‘yeah, but she smiled and talked to you? what definitely soldier boy points’ jake nudged luke once more before leaving to the table. when luke was down with his own plate and made his way over to the table, he was bombarded by cheers for him getting somewhere with y/n. finally.

luke only grinned and smiled while he turned around to see y/n eating a bit of her strawberry while looking at him with a small smile.

luke felt his chest tighten and his face grow red and warm. smiling back at her before she turned and he did as well—not before letting his eyes linger on her for a bit longer of course.

‘dude! this is definitely going to be your night!’

ㆍ୨୧ㆍ

later that night, all of the campers made their ways back to their own cabins. luke with his friends and his own sibling in his own cabin.

like had found himself in a predicament. he was trying to decide if the white shirt or the black one would go well with his gray sweats. he wasn’t one for fashion since at the camp everyone wore one thing. but they got lucky and got to pick out some casual clothing away from the orange shirt and regular pants.

‘look at lukey-pookie trying to find a cute date outfit to see his girlfriend!’ one of his siblings called out with a teasing smile on their face. turning to see them he rolled his eyes.

‘no she’s not my girlfriend and i could care less what i wear…’ luke turned back around still trying to decide what shirt.

‘dude wear the black one, chicks did the whole tight back shirt and sweats thing, trust me’ one of his other siblings told him as they sat their doing their hair.

‘really?’

some of the other unclaimed kids nodded in agreement super fast as he hummed to himself and slipped on the black shirt.

‘make sure you flex your jaw and muscles every now and again as well—‘

‘yeah, you have a very defined jaw and your like jacked’ another spoke while they put on their shoes.

luke nervously turned around—does y/n think he was jacked? or does she think he has a very defined jaw? finding himself thinking of y/n and her smile he grew red and cleared his throat.

‘okay whatever, are you guys ready to go?’ luke fixed his shirt and soothed it down while he pulled out his shoes to throw on.

‘yeah we're ready…we’ve been waiting on you for like ten minutes to decide on what shirt to wear…’

‘yeah you literally stood there looking at the wall for a bit. we thought you left us’ they all laughed as luke rolled his eyes.

‘go! get out’ he yelled with a small smile as they did what he said.

while him and his group of siblings and some other that he still referred to as siblings, began to walk their way to where the small get-together was being held, they were imminently introduced with a lot of flowers.

more than usual. there was a trail of them leading down some part of the forest along with some small fires that were stuck on torches like the ones back at camp.

‘they persephone kids do know how to set a mood huh?’ one of the siblings spoke as he looked at the different versions of flowers that slowly grew in their wake.

luke couldn’t help but take notice of some of the flowers that he immediately knew were y/n’s. not to be a weirdo or anything but he saw her growing some flowers every now and again and sometimes wore them in her hair or as a flower crown.

smiling slightly as he heard small sounds of laughter and a bit of music he looked up to see the crowd of campers laughing with and down at each other.

as they walked deeper into the green patch of grass that seemed to form a perfect circle that was surrounded by trees with the light of the moon above to shine down on all the people below.

‘whoa…’

‘this is actually pretty neat’ some people spoke behind him as they departed from luke.

jake and luke’s other friends however stayed together.

‘this place actually kind of looks entertaining’ jake mumbled to like who had his focus setting for the only person he came for. jake took notice of this and cleared his throat.

‘she’ll be here, why would she invite you then not show up,’ luke looked at jake and nodded his head, trying to calm himself down and focus on the small gathering around him.

‘yeah…yeah no your right—i’m just going to get some juice, i’ll see you in a sec?’ luke departed from jake who let him go with a nod.

as luke made his way through everyone. some of them gave luke a smile and some gave him hugs, he smiled and hugged his way through and to the small table full of snacks and drinks.

as luke reached the pitcher of juice he poured himself some in his cup and drank it a bit. his eyes still searching for her.

while he did he noticed a small group of what looked like persephone daughters. squinting his eyes as he looked to the very distinctive long hair that belonged to y/n he couldn’t help but take a notice to the very short hair girl that stood next to the daughters.

there was something about her? was it her outfit? no…maybe—once he heard her laugh however? was when his thoughts could come to rest.

it was y/n.

as she slowly turned to her friend who walked up to her from behind her, was when he saw her new haircut.

and boy…did his mind go in a ruckus.

he felt as if his once tight enough grip on his cup faltered as he watched her laugh and move some of her hair out of her eye. their hair was extremely short, more short than he’d ever saw. did she ever cut her hair? he can’t recall. but that didn’t matter, not a bit, not at all.

feeling his mind become blank and his eyes go in a daze, the only thing he could every really focus on was her. she smiled and nodded. talked and laughed with her friends and sisters.

she wore this cute flowing dress that reached her thighs and had skinny straps.

it wa plain (f/c) which he took a note looked amazing on her. he never really saw her in anything other than shorts and the orange camp shirt. so he took his time to absorb her new look.

as y/n moved her hair out of her face once more she looked up and it seemed the stars aligned. her eyes met his and he hurried to turn around .

tightly closing his eyes as he cursed myself for doing so, he took a shaky break and sip of his drink. unbeknownst to him, y/n walked her way slowly up to luke who’s back was turned to her.

‘luke?’ she spoke. he hurried to turn around and let out a nervous laugh.

‘y/n? oh my—what? that’s crazy, i didn’t expect you to be here at all! that’s insane…’ he closed his eyes once more to collect and mentally punch himself repeatedly in the stomach for what he just said.

‘uhm…yeah of course i’m here! i invited you silly’ she smiled at him while he smile back. hit face growing insanely warm along with the tips of his ears.

‘yeah—yeah i just noticed that…sorry, i’m so sorry i just—‘

‘you wanna go somewhere more quiet?’ she suggested. luke looked into her eyes immediately to see her signature soft look focusing on him.

god, could she be anymore beautiful than this? he thought.

only nodding in response, he let her take the cup from his hand and place it on the table.

‘come on’ she smiled at him once more while slipping her smaller hang into his large warm one.

he took another note at how her hand seemed to fit perfectly into his. his mind going insane as if he were some teenage girl with her first celebrity crush.

ㆍ୨୧ㆍ

as the two of them walked hand in hand deeper into the forest and near a more quiet place. luke couldn’t help but let his focus wander onto her and her hair.

while they found a spot near the lake surrounded by some sand and rocks, y/n looked over at him. he gazed down to her and saw how the moonlight traced her face perfectly.

‘i come here to think sometimes. or just talk to my mom…hope i didn't creep you out on how far we are’ she nervously laughed while letting her hand slip from luke’s.

he quickly let his heavy hand chase after hers as she turned to him with her hand holding his again, her grip soft and his worried that some monster would come and snatch her away from him.

‘no! no, no not at all! not at all i like it out here, i like how quiet and calm it is. very calm and quiet…very’ he mumbled and stumbled over his words.

he only found himself like this when it comes to y/n and he was okay with that. she laughed softly as this and shook her head while looking at him over his face and chest.

breathing and and taking a small doing to what his sibling said he clutched his jaw a bit while mindlessly looking away to make his jaw more prominent.

unbeknownst y/n took a notice and noted this for herself.

‘so uhm…your hair!’ he called out, looking back at her immediately while her eyes snapped back at his own.

‘what about it’ she reached up and turned a bit of the hair pieces over me another. it looked so smooth and healthy he shook his head in a hurry.

‘nothing! it looks good on you, really good…not! in a creepy way! i didn’t mean to say that in a creepy way! y’know im just saying, you look good, very pretty—pretty beautiful—very…beautiful…’ he was almost disgusted at himself for saying such things in such a rushed manner.

what was actually going on? y/n couldn’t have liked something like that. she’s too special for that—she can’t like or even go for a guy like him. why did he even think—

‘i cut it for you…’ she quietly admitted.

looking over at her immediately once more he saw her gaze and her hand slightly gripping his own a bit tighter as she refused to look up at him.

‘you what?’ he breathed out. waiting for her to continue he didn’t fail to notice how her arm seemed to pull him a bit closer so he mindlessly let her tug him closer.

‘i cut it for your attention…i thought if i changed something out myself…you’d notice me. it’s stupid but ever since i saw you fall in front of me with your wooden swords i couldn’t get you out of my head. and for almost two years straight i did things like…talking to other guys or laughing at jokes i didn’t really think were funny so you could hopefully look at me? i don’t it’s stupid i—‘

before she could say anything else luke bent his body and face down to press his lips fully onto hers. as the two of them shared a single kiss. he pulled away to look her in the eyes for her to only look at his pink pull lips. placing her hand onto his face and pulling him closer, she smashed her lips onto his once more.

this time, the kiss wasn’t like the last. it was more desperate, full of energy, and all the times he’s thought about her non stop, over and over and over.

her hands found their way to the back of his neck and through his hair while he grunted a bit and placed his hands on her waist.

the two of them sharing what seemed like a never ending kiss. their were fireworks, bombs, sparklers, a full zoo and war going on all throughout luke’s body and mind right now.

he’s never experienced anything like this before and he was so sure he never wanted to experience anything like it except if it was with her and only her.

y/n smiled into their kiss as luke pulled away and gave her one last kiss.

‘i don’t know, what you were denying about what i feel. i have never stopped thinking about you, ever. it’s impossible to forget you and to stop thinking about you, every morning, evening and night even in between, when i wake up for water, i think about you. y/n…’ placing his hand on her cheek as she smiled dazingly into his eyes he let his nose hover and almost touch her own.

‘…your all i ever see.’ he finished as she gave a small smile and laugh. her hand made its way up to his face and her thumb traced over his scar which he closed his eyes on. their foreheads resting on one another.

‘awh luke…’ was all he could say before placing he slips onto his once more.

as he mindlessly and desperately kissed her back she made sure their bodies were close.

the moon seemed to shine over the two as they shared their moment of glory together.

after a bit more of kisses, luke and y/n pulled away from one another as they held their closeness. y/n found herself wrapping her arms around luke’s body as he held her against him.

after a moment of silence luke spoke—‘i really like your hair by the way’ he told while y/n laughed a bit.

‘and i like your shirt, it's very tight. my sisters kept gawking over it. not going to lie that what noises my confidence to walk over to you a bit more’ she revealed making luke feel a whole lot better at how he always got jealous.

needing to know more he pulled apart and packed his hands along her waist—‘wait! so…were there other moments where you got jealous?’ he needed to know, bad.

while desperately looking at y/n for an answer she shyly looked down at the ground and back into his eyes before placing her finger over her lips as to show she couldn’t tell.

just before he could say anymore, she pulled apart slowly from him and made her way through the forest .

‘wait! y/n, baby— please? tell me i need to know!’ he desperately tried to get her to speak.

‘maybe!’ she yelled back with a smile. as luke followed her he smiled to himself and felt a bit giddy.

she actually got jealous over him? possibly even protective? this was too adorable to him.

running up and behind her grabbed her from hind and spinned her around in circles while she laughed. his kisses spread from her face to her neck.

#percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #percy pjo #percy series #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan

259 notes · View notes

aihoshiino · 1 month

Text

chapter 146 thoughts

This chapter (and thus this chapter review) contains discussion of abuse, suicidal ideation and CSA, so if you're not in the headspace for that, skip this one and I'll see you next time.

we are so oshi no back

After last chapter left me fighting for my life to come up with literally anything to say about it, this was one of those chapters where I ended up having more and more to say about it the more I turned it over in my head. It still feels a bit disjointed and has that same issue of ripping through the events of the movie way too fucking fast that the arc as a whole has been having lately but this chapter was such a breath of fresh air I can't bring myself to care.

The chapter itself is more or less split in two, with one half dedicated to 15 Year Lie's in-universe events and the other focusing a bit on Aqua and Kana for, tbh, the first time in way too long. Admittedly, my enthusiasm for 15YL has waned given the reveal of just how much of it is completely made up but like. I'm still gonna over analyze this stuff. Sunk cost fallacy, don't fail me now!!!!

I joke, but the 15YL section of this chapter was legitimately bone chilling. That barrage of cuts following Uehara's attack on Airi…. fuuuuuuuck, man.

Airi herself is pure fucking poison this chapter too and I mean it in the best way. I continue to be incredibly impressed with how OnK understands the motivations of a person like Airi what her abuse of Hikaru is really about. When discussing this in 141, Miyako points out just how often victims of abuse can themselves go on to perpetuate their own pain out of a need to try and regain their dignity, but I think what Airi seeks in her abuse of Hikaru is control. We see how often she wields her power over him while pretending that he has as much agency as she does in their """relationship""" and it's repeated here, too; she throws the results of her own sexual abuse of him in his face as a way of permanently chaining the two of them together, all while tearing down his worth as a person as if to 'prove' he deserves to be trapped in her grasp. I've said before that Akasaka is unsettlingly good at writing toxic mothers but I think Airi has made it pretty clear that Akasaka understands and is thus excellent at writing abuse and abusers in general, and for someone like me who counts that as one of their favourite Themes (tm) in fiction, I feel quite well fed.

The abuse Airi hurls at him is also interesting from a perspective of paralleling Hikaru even further with Ai. We saw snippets of this in 140, of Hikaru characterizing himself as someone desperately trying to construct a version of himself that can be loved by others the same way Ai creates 'Ai of B-Komachi', a version of herself who can give and receive love in the way she thinks her authentic self is unable to. Airi puts this into more explicit words; Hikaru must construct this fake version of himself because there is no 'real' him and thus, he is inherently unlovable. Jesus Christ.

Knowing those words were swimming around in his head, it makes the HKAI scene that follows even more of a gutpunch than it already is. It's the most wonderful kind of miscommunication tragedy - with their respective traumas, there is basically no other way a talk like that could have gone and yet it's agonizing to see it play out. Ai's innocent cruelty in the face of Hikaru's pain and her suffocating smile… the worst part is, while I completely understand why this was so shattering for Hikaru, it's impossible to miss that this was, in a way, an expression of love from Ai; it was honesty, an admission of vulnerability. She herself even says she doesn't want to lie to him. But to Hikaru, what else could that have sounded like but a confirmation of his most godawful fear?

that said. the timeline here is very confusing. this seems to imply hkai were still dating all the way up to the murder-suicide, which seemed to be just before the dome concert but did the breakup really seem that recent during their phone call?? this whole timeline is penised beyond repair.

The art in this chapter in general is incredibly good but something in particular I want to highlight is how much and how often Aqua-as-Hikaru looks like Ai in these panels. I can't put my finger on what it is, but that similarity always makes me feel so warm and sad whenever I see it. For as much as he struggles with his relationship to her, Aqua really is his mother's son through and through.

and. man. what even is there to say about that scene in the rain and everything that follows. I was't sure if the murder/suicide was going to be featured in the movie but even the brief snippet of it that we got and that barrage of scene titles and Kamiki's silent scream… whoof. shit like this makes me really hope we get to see mengo illustrate a horror manga someday because i think she would absolutely kill it.

We cut back to reality to see Aqua reading the script and in perhaps the most interesting swerve in this chapter, we see that he has once again reverted to his double black hoshigans. And uh, am I going to sound like a terrible person if I say I'm really glad for this? LOL.

Obviously I would rather Aqua not be experiencing Suicidal Ideation (Bass Boosted) 24/7, but it's kind of a relief to see that one single conversation wasn't enough to totally shake Aqua out of that headspace. I've talked a lot about how frustrating I find it that 'Ruby finds out Aqua is Gorou' is treated as the finale to her black hoshigan arc and every ongoing thread, internal and external, attached to it was dropped like a rock with no further interrogation. It robbed Ruby of the opportunity for some really important growth and, imo, was just shitty for Kana and Memcho who were treated extremely poorly by her and got no apology for it. I was really worried this would be the case for Aqua as well and that his own dip into that rancid headspace would end on a wet fart which would really sting given just how little insight we've gotten into him this arc. But this chapter makes it clear that while some cracks have started to form in his armor, he's not in the clear just yet.

i mean, even if he was permanently back to one white star, aqua is such a little freak regardless………………………….

What this means in the long term is a little hard to pin down, both because we've had so little insight into Aqua's headspace this arc and because the exact nature of black hoshigan as a symbol has always been a little Calvinballed, but in this context and for Aqua specifically, I think we can read this as his conviction in the messy endgame of his revenge play being shaken up. I, personally, have been reading the black hoshigan as of late as an expression of the sort of futureless despair that can become suicidal ideation, at least for Aqua; since immediately after Ai's death, we have gotten incredibly strong hints that Aqua is suicidal, his guilt-fueled desire to die and his desperate want to experience a happy future at war within him. He more or less explicitly says as such in 106, expressing that this break in their relationship is necessary for Ruby to be able to live on 'after he's gone' - which strongly implies that Aqua's revenge play is intended to end with his death.

Knowing that Ruby is Sarina wasn't quite enough to shake his conviction, but their talk in 143 was. I do think Ruby just giving him some straightforward affirmation was a good starting point but I also can't help but wonder, with the context that his white stars were not indicative of a permanent change, if hearing just how deeply Ruby still relies on 'Gorou's' presence in her life struck a nerve for him. Paraphrasing her from 143, she straight up says Gorou is the one who gives her life meaning. And if that's how it is, what exactly will happen if he's gone again..?

Obviously this is all still speculation because even when I am begging on hand and knee Akasaka is refusing to give us Aqua introspection but at this point I have to make a guess at SOMETHING if i am going to say anything remotely coherent about aqua in this arc, so

ANYWAY!! AQUA AND KANA HAVING A NORMAL ASS CONVERSATION FOR THE FIRST TIME IN GOD KNOWS HOW LONG!!! Ngl, it did give me a bit of a chuckle to see Kana voice the question of whether Aqua was getting too immersed in his role, given that people were accusing her of that back during the first round of the RBKN conflict.

I was also really surprised to see Aqua just outright say that yeah, he is at least flirting with suicidal ideation. Like - that's the first time he's said that out loud, to anybody??? In 143 he voices the less damning but still not great sentiment that he feels guilty for being alive but this is to my knowledge the first time Aqua has expressed his suicidal ideation out loud, let alone to anyone else. And… fuck, man! That's an absolutely terrifying thing to hear a friend say. No wonder Kana reacts like she does.

Because of my powers of Claire-voyance (read: basic pattern recognition and being in fandoms for 15+ years), I'm pretty sure people are going to be Very Mean to Kana about the way she chooses to respond to Aqua here but honestly? Not only did this tough love response feel very IC for her, but the clumsiness of it felt very honest to me. I think a lot of people in fandom lately just want characters to talk like fucking therapists all the time and have the Correct And Unproblematic Response to… well, situations like this. But Kana is an 18 year old girl who has her own share of issues and her friend she knows is dealing with his own huge amount of baggage just casually dropped an "i wanna kms" on her. All things considered, I think she handles it surprisingly well.

Because like… look at what Kana really says to Aqua here. She gives him some of their usual banter to diffuse the tension but then makes herself very clear: she does not want Aqua to hurt himself and makes him promise that he won't. It's clumsy and rough in the way Kana often is, but I think the important part - her sincere care for Aqua as her friend - really does shine through.

also cute that other people caught: Kana squishing Aqua's face seems to be an intentional callback to one of their on-stage interactions in Tokyo Blade, right down to Aqua making a identical scrunchyface to Kana. Extremely cute. I love it when Aqua is cute <3

Kana also being a person able to shake Aqua out of his black hoshigans also leans into something I've been hoping is going to pay off for a while now; the idea that Aqua's salvation is not going to come from any one, singular character but from the many different people who Aqua has built relationships with coming together when he needs them to support him. One of the things OnK has continually highlighted is the way isolation and lacking support systems warp and damage people's mental health and I think it would play excellently into that theme to have Aqua's support net, so to speak, to be wide enough to catch him no matter where he falls.

the product placement was very stupid but i did laugh pretty hard at it and then immediately go buy myself some potato chips so i guess it worked. genius mangaka aka akasaka.

All jokes aside, the note their talk ended off on was so lovely too. Aqua being honest enough to admit that being with Kana is fun and Kana getting all dokidoki and then quietly admitting she feels the same when she's alone… cute! But more than that, it highlights something about the AQKN dynamic I think is really important, regardless of whether their relationship is romantic, platonic, in laws, mlm/wlw hostility or whatever else; Kana is his friend and he can just be a normal boy and have normal fun with her without any ulterior motives. It's something Aqua doesn't really have in any of his other relationships so getting a reminder of that and what it means to Aqua was really good.

honestly i think i am just so starved of nice things happening to my son that seeing him opening up to one of his friends and admitting he has fun (HIS LAUGH!!!!!!) was like a shot of heavenly ambrosia for me. please can hoshino aqua have just one nice day.

OR UH… BASED ON THAT LAST PAGE…. PROBABLY NOT ANYTIME SOON….!!!

this is what i mean about this chapter giving me 5000000 things to talk about. kamiki is TALKING TO RUBY IN THE FLESH FOR THE FIRST TIME and i almost completely forgor.

why is he dressed like a dad about to take her out on a fishing trip, though

Ruby looks unusually solemn while she's praying, which is interesting. She's been pretty bright and high energy since 141ish so I'm curious what has her looking so comparatively dour. She's praying at a shrine, too, which means there's probably something on her mind. Nik (@akane-kurokawa) theorized that she's anxious about the upcoming scenes in the movie (LIKE, YOU KNOW, HER MOM'S DEATH) and until we get further insight on that, that's what I'm gonna assume too.

putting aside how Shrimptresting it is that Kamiki turned up out of nowhere like that, I can't help but note a certain horrible parallel between Uehara meeting young Hikaru in the rain with a black umbrella and Kamiki doing the same for his daughter…

cannot wait for that entire talk to get offscreened. lol.

break next week……………………………

#oshi no ko #oshi no posting #onk spoilers #chapter reviews #csa mention

66 notes · View notes

forsaire · 1 month

Text

Please be selfish (aka the three times Alejandro and Rudy hooked up before they got together)

Alejandro and Rudy have been friends for a very long time. It was only natural that they'd explore each other's bodies every now and then - excited but nervous kids about to enlist, drunken celebrations after a big win, and a desperate need to cling onto each other after a mission gone wrong. Rudy has loved Alejandro for as long as he could remember. He'd take anything that Alejandro was willing to give him. He loved without the expectation of being loved back. But perhaps Alejandro has been starting to develop his own feelings.

ao3 link if people prefer (with full tags)

this is for you AleRudy fandom 💖💖 i hope you like it! (trust me, it's a delicious read)

~8500 words

The first time that Alejandro and Rudy slept together was a week before they enlisted in the army. They both promised their families that they would wait until after they had graduated before enlisting. Although this promise was more to appease their families rather than for themselves, it turned out to work in their favour in the end.

They decided that they’d sign up the week after their ceremony. It gave them a chance to celebrate with family, sort out their belongings, catch up with friends, and say their temporary goodbyes to anyone they could.

Graduating was a big deal for both of their families, especially Alejandro’s whose parents and grandparents rarely got to see that achievement for themselves. So they waited. Family celebrations were planned for the daytime and when night rolled around, the two of them would sneak out with their friends. With beers in hand and under the safety of peaceful darkness, they walked the streets one last time of their home, their hearts filled with a stubborn unwillingness to admit the uncertainty they felt about when they would ever get the chance to come back.

This had always been their plan, the two of them enlisting together.

There was a music festival happening a couple towns over and Rudy bought tickets for it, an impromptu plan for the last time they would be “civilians” they had joked. One final slice of normalcy.

Since Rudy couldn’t take the family car for the whole weekend and Alejandro had sold his a couple weeks ago, they had to wake up early to catch one of the rare buses that passed through Las Almas. In situations like these, they always slept the previous night at Alejandro’s because his house was much closer to the bus line. It was normal for them during special events, school trips, or really anything that required them to get up early since Rudy couldn’t trust an earthquake to wake Alejandro up on time.

After eating dinner with the Vargas family and watching a movie with Alejandro’s very opinionated siblings, the two of them turned in for the night like usually did. They had no issues sharing a bed, even when they were kids, although they’d grown a lot while the mattress had not.

In the darkness, Rudy looked up at the ceiling and waited for his eyelids to become heavy with sleep. Next to him, Alejandro was tossing more than usual, also unable to go to sleep.

Rudy had just begun to fruitlessly count sheep when Alejandro spoke up.

“We’ll be gone on Monday…” he said quietly, letting the words hang in the air. Outside, the wind battered the side of the house. Muffled voices emanated from the television downstairs.

“I know…” Rudy replied.

“And our lives will be completely different.”

Rudy turned his head to face Alejandro.

“Having second thoughts?” he joked quietly, letting a teasing smile pull at his lips.

“No,” Alejandro replied firmly before a flicker of hesitation crossed his eyes. “I mean, no, but…” he trailed off and let out a quick sigh. “You ever think about things that we never got to do?”

“Like what?” Rudy asked.

“I’ve been thinking about what Luis said to me the other day,” Alejandro started, keeping his eyes peeled to the ceiling. It was uncharacteristically timid. “He said that, how could he truly know what he wanted if he never tried it in the first place. And that he needed to try everything.”

Rudy vaguely remembered the conversation.

“Wasn’t he talking about eating blue cheese for the first time? Like he always assumed he would hate it ‘cause it had mold but he’d never tried it.”

“Well… yes, but I think there’s so much more to it. I don’t want to have regrets.”

A stagnant gear started to roughly churn in Rudy’s mind.

“But we’re not talking about food,” he stated, “are we?”

Alejandro remained silent.

“I mean, I’m sure there are a million things we haven’t experienced yet,” Rudy said, “but there are a million things yet to come as well. Do you feel like you wanted to do something different in high school? To me it seemed like you had a pretty good time.”

Even in the dark, Rudy could see how Alejandro’s jaw clenched with uncertainty.

“Unlucky soldiers die in basic training every year…”

“Don’t say that!” Rudy said, feeling as though his mother had possessed his body for the scolding. “That’s not going to happen.”

Alejandro slowly sat up as if his body was heavy to move and rested his back against the headboard, the covers bunching around his waist.

“I feel as though there are so many things I want to do…”

Rudy also sat up. “We don’t have to go to the festival,” he offered. “We can do something else if you want to.”

Alejandro shook his head. “It’s not that.”

“Well then, what is it?”

Alejandro gripped his hands in front of him, nervously wringing them. “I’ve… I’ve been thinking about something for a while and I never really knew how to go about it or figure out what I even wanted and there wasn’t anyone I wanted to do it with, well, besides you. I didn’t want to with anyone else because it would be so different and I already trusted you but I wasn’t sure if you wanted to and it was hard to ask and, I mean, the time never really came around and this isn’t really what people expect from me and-”

“Slow it down,” Rudy interrupted, trying to soothe Alejandro’s increasing tension. “I don’t understand what you’re saying.”

“You’ve…” Alejandro trailed off before taking a breath to gather himself. “You’ve been with a man…”

“…yeah?” Rudy replied, caught off guard by Alejandro’s question which he already knew the answer to.

For the first time since their conversation started, Alejandro met Rudy’s eye. The brazen confidence Rudy was used to seeing in Alejandro had been shattered.

“I guess… I think…” Alejandro said, stumbling over his words. “I want to ask you something and if you don’t want to then that’s okay and I’ll never ask again and we can move on. It’s only if you want to as well, I wouldn’t want to push you.”

Alejandro flicked his eyes downward and slipped his hand overtop of Rudy’s, awkward and hesitant, but also warm and comforting. Rudy looked down at their hands, feeling a tidal wave of emotions come crashing down on him.

“I want to be with you,” Alejandro finished, clasping their fingers together. “I… I want to fuck you…”

Rudy whipped his head up and couldn’t help the way his mouth fell open a sliver. His heart felt like it had leaped into his throat.

He knew he had been in love with Alejandro for a long time now. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

Alejandro had never expressed any interest in anyone besides women before. In the past two years, he had really grown into his looks – the increase in height and muscle also helping to gain the attention from women which he was happy to receive.

In contrast, Rudy had had a few short term boyfriends in that time. They were all nice, Rudy didn’t have any complaints, but they all deserved better than someone who could never have offered their whole heart.

Rudy had kept his yearning a secret, stealing looks and glances and cherishing everything they already had.

He loved Alejandro. He loved his kindness and how he was always the first person to offer to share his lunch with someone who didn’t have one, or to offer a ride, or to do a favour. It was as if he never had to think about it.

Alejandro could be fiery and stubborn but it stemmed from his passionate loyalty about those he cared about. He wanted to do the right thing. He cared for all of his younger siblings, even picking a fight or two in his day with another kid that was picking on them.

He laughed without reservation and lived unabashedly.

But there were also the quiet moments. He vocalized his doubts for only Rudy to hear. He supported Rudy when he had lost his grandfather, even just the comforting silence of sitting next to each other being enough sometimes. He wished and dreamed like any boy would, yet always found a space for Rudy in his outlandish fantasies.

Rudy loved Alejandro even though he knew that he would never be loved back.

Rudy froze. He’d lost track of the number of times he had imagined what Alejandro’s lips would taste like. Or dreamt about them touching, gasping out each other’s names.

But right now, Rudy’s hand felt like it was on fire, every spot tingling with need where Alejandro’s clasped his. Alejandro might have been uncertain with his words, but he was watching Rudy with such calmness, patiently waiting for a response.

A million yes’s and a million no’s crossed his mind all at once in a confusing swirl of thoughts that each demanded his attention.

But he could never say no to Alejandro. He didn’t want to.

And god, he wanted.

“Okay…” he breathed out.

Something changed in Alejandro’s eyes underneath his carefully controlled expression; there was a flicker of light as they shined brightly in the darkness.

“Yeah…?” he said quietly.

“Yeah…” Rudy nodded.

The corner of Alejandro’s mouth was pulled up into the faintest smile and he dropped his eyes, chuckling to himself. The energy was infectious and Rudy found himself letting out a breathy chuckle himself as his own nerves bubbled up to the surface.

Alejandro then looked up again, a hardened glimmer of confidence in them once again. He put his hands on both sides of Rudy’s face and pulled him in for a kiss, just as he had countless girls before.

As soon as their lips touched, Rudy felt his heart flutter intensely in his chest, the feeling of everything he’d dreamed about coming true almost overwhelming.

It was awkward and clumsy, the two of them taking their time. It wasn’t perfect, they didn’t know exactly what to do, their hands wandered without purpose or intent sometimes. They laughed at themselves, giving each other moments to relieve the eager nervousness they both felt. But they were also excited, smiles easily breaking their kisses with giddiness.

It was clumsy, it was messy, it was gentle.

But it was everything Rudy could have hoped for.

When they were finished, panting, letting out relieved laughs, Alejandro leaned in for one final kiss.

“Thank you,” he said against Rudy’s lips as he pulled back and soon the two of them fell asleep.

The next morning, they jolted out of bed at the sound of their alarm. Without much leisure time before catching the bus, they quickly got ready and left the house. Once on the bus, it was full of people which didn’t lend itself well for talking.

They arrived at the festival and organized their day, planning out each hour to make the most of the weekend. They met some interesting people, floating between groups and events. The first night they were dead tired and fell asleep as soon as they hit the bed. The next day was the same.

On the bus ride back to Las Almas, they were approached by a woman that had wild, but long, stories to tell, practically filling up the entire ride back.

Soon Monday rolled around and they were focused on packing up their belongings and saying goodbye. They never truly talked about what had happened but they both chalked it up to a quick one night stand amongst friends. They were nervous about what they were leaving behind, what the future was going to hold. There wasn’t much else to it.

At least that’s what Rudy told himself.

Alejandro still smiled at Rudy the same way, that brilliant smile that lit up any room he was in. Rudy focused on enjoying that smile.

If he did that well enough, he could ignore the longing.

---

The second time that Alejandro and Rudy slept together wasn’t until many years later. The first couple years of their time in the military was spent just honing their skills and – in Rudy’s case – trying to keep Alejandro out of trouble.

Alejandro was brash and opinionated. He questioned authority, of which the irony was not lost on Rudy considering their choice of career. Rudy liked this about Alejandro, but there was a time and place for such things.

Things went back to normal with them. Well… it was not as though things had ever changed really, but they remained best friends, albeit with more guns, fighting, and danger. Tomorrow wasn’t given, especially as the two of them quickly separated themselves from the rest of the soldiers. Soon they were both recruited into Mexican Special Forces.

They focused on their jobs, the Narcos, their country, trying to put some good out into the world. He’d follow Alejandro wherever he went. It was always to the two of them.

It wasn’t always easy. They lost people along the way – their brothers and sisters who sacrificed themselves for the fight. But they kept going. They had a goal.

And they had each other.

They would win some and they would lose some.

But today, they were celebrating.

They’d just taken down the leader of a massive cartel in an operation that had lasted two years. Two years of intel and infiltration and surveillance and fighting.

And they’d done it.

After weeks of meticulous planning, they raided the compound, all of those sleepless nights strategizing ultimately paying off. There were also no casualties from their team.

They took the drug lord into custody despite his ruthless attempt to escape. They had more than enough evidence to gather at the compound and he was handed over to the authorities. Like dominoes, the rest of the Narcos started turning on each other, trying to save themselves in the fallout.

As a result of the successful mission, Alejandro was offered the rank of Colonel, something he’d been working towards for years. Rudy wasn’t ashamed to admit how proud and happy he felt for his friend.

So they were celebrating.

With their team, they made their way to a bar close by to the base they were staying at. Alejandro bought the first round, a gesture that was met with gracious roaring and cheering from the rest of the soldiers.

Everyone did deserve it as well. Martinez hadn’t missed a single shot with his sniper rifle. Delgado had been quick on her feet to find a new tunnel into the compound when their initial one had been caved in. Gutierrez cut the power and telephone signals at the exact moment they needed it. Rosas had been a tank once inside the compound, nothing stopping him from moving forward.

With light hearts and hearty laughs, they spent the evening in the bar, happily chatting and mingling with one another and with civilians. They continued to drink, letting the beer and liquor flow easily. The familiar warmth spread across Rudy’s chest and cheeks, the wave of happiness feeling addictive.

Rudy and Alejandro were sat at the bar, facing each other while they happily talked about everything and nothing. It was refreshing to not be talking about life or death for once. This mission had taken so much of their time recently, it was like a huge weight had been lifted off their shoulders.

Alejandro waved down the bartender and put up two fingers. Rudy raised his eyebrows when Alejandro met his eye again.

“What have you bought this time?” he asked with a laugh.

Alejandro smirked but kept his secret, waiting a couple seconds as they watched the bartender pour out two shots of top shelf tequila. He placed it in front of the two of them and was quickly called away to help someone else at the other end of the bar.

“Alé!” Rudy exclaimed. “You’re spending so much money.”

“It’s fine!” he replied back, lifting up both of the shots. “I got a raise!” He gestured for Rudy to take the shot which he did with an amused smile.

“Cheers,” Alejandro said as the two of them clinked their glasses together.

Rudy dipped the shot back into his mouth, feeling the familiar sharpness slide down his throat. He swallowed and took a deep breath, controlling his reaction. In contrast, Alejandro pinched up his face and shook his head several times, letting out a suppressed cough.

“You know…” Rudy said teasingly as he put the glass back down on the table, “for such a big guy, you’d think you could take shots better…”

With a bashful smile of acceptance, Alejandro also put his glass back down and shook his head.

“I’ve been thinking,” he said, turning his full attention back to Rudy. “They said I could command my own team when I became Colonel. Hand pick people and everything. And so why not come up with a name?”

“What are you thinking?” Rudy asked.

A flickering memory danced behind Alejandro’s eyes.

“Los Vaqueros!” he announced proudly. “Remember? Like when we were kids?”

The memory came flooding back to him all at once. When they were young they used to steal brooms from the closet and ride them around, pretending they were cowboys. They eventually were able to collect an eclectic mix of fake guns, cowboys hats, holsters, and vests, living out their fantasies in the large backyard of Rudy’s house.

A small smile tugged at Rudy’s lips, feeling the warmth of being reminded of their past.

“I like it,” Rudy said honestly. “Much better than the boring ones that we get as the default. Maybe it will strike a little bit of fear as well.”

Rather than the joking retort that Rudy expected back, Alejandro was quiet for a second.

“With everything that’s been going on,” he said, a bit more serious, “I haven’t been able to thank you for your help.”

“It was your plan,” Rudy said with a wave. “And it was a good one.”

“But you helped with getting all the information I needed. The blueprints. You turned my crazy ramblings and ideas into reality. I couldn’t have done it without you.”

Rudy smiled and dropped his eyes, not exactly sure of how he should respond. He searched his lap as if it would have the words to say.

“I’ll follow you,” he settled on. “Wherever that is.”

When he glanced up again, he was met with another shot being held out for him. With an incredulous scoff, Rudy took the glass.

“I don’t want to hear you complaining tomorrow morning when you check your bank account…”

Alejandro let out a hearty laugh as his smile lit up the room.

That smile.

Just as they tilted their drinks back in unison, someone accidentally bumped into Rudy’s arm, jostling the glass and causing it to spill all over Rudy’s shirt.

“Fucking hell…” Rudy murmured with surprise, quickly wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He looked down at his shirt to see the dark stain of the liquid immediately soaking into the fabric.

A body suddenly close to him caused Rudy to look up again. Alejandro had slipped off the stool and stepped toward Rudy. Without a second to think, Alejandro placed his hand on Rudy’s knee as he stepped in between his legs. He reached forward, Rudy becoming eye level with Alejandro’s chest. He glanced at where Alejandro was reaching, surprised at what was going on.

Alejandro pulled his arm back, a small dish cloth that was clasped in his hand coming into view.

“Here…” Alejandro said, handing over the small towel to Rudy.

“Thanks,” Rudy said, brushing it down over the front of his shirt.

As the cloth wiped over the wet fabric, Rudy was acutely aware of how close Alejandro was standing. He could barely think about what his own hands were doing when all he could focus on were Alejandro’s which continued to linger on Rudy’s knee. His legs were still spread as Alejandro’s body kept them open.

Alejandro didn’t step back.

“You know,” he said teasingly, looking down at Rudy, “for such a big guy, you’d think you could hold onto a shot better…”

Rudy was familiar with the look that was in Alejandro’s eye. He’d seen the man drunk or tipsy countless times before. It was open, without inhibitions, and shining with teasing interest.

Alejandro liked to flirt when he got drunk, eventually running off with some pretty young thing. There was always someone new that pulled his attention away, no matter who it was. On a rare occasion, Rudy was the subject of such attention. He’d play along. That was just who Alejandro was.

He could push Alejandro away, joking about how drunk he was and the two of them would move on.

He could.

But he didn’t want to.

“Thought you were rich now,” Rudy replied with an innocent tilt of his head as he looked up through his eyelashes.

Alejandro narrowed his eyes, the way they glanced down at Rudy’s lips making his heart skip a beat. The corner of his mouth upturned into a smirk. He then gestured at something behind Rudy’s back, briefly tearing his gaze away.

Alejandro could be too intense for some people, his gaze just as sharp sometimes. Having all of his attention was powerful, a feeling that Rudy loved to have. He revelled in the intensity of Alejandro’s eyes, never wanting to escape them.

He pulled forward another shot and handed it to Rudy.

“On me then…” he said with a low voice, leaning in towards Rudy ever so slightly.

Rudy took the glass, his eyes drawn to a small droplet that had flowed out over the edge. As he raised the glass, he flicked his eyes up to meet Alejandro’s unwaveringly. He slowly licked a strip up the glass before his tongue found the rim and he tipped it back.

Alejandro’s eyes darkened as his grip on Rudy’s knee got tighter.

“You take that well…” he murmured close to Rudy’s ear.

Rudy ripped his eyes away as he took a second to put the empty shot glass back down on the bar. When Rudy looked back up at Alejandro, his gaze was transfixed to Alejandro’s pink lips.

He hummed innocently as his hands gripped onto the edge of Alejandro’s shirt.

“I take a lot of things well…” he said playfully, his words heavy with meaning.

Alejandro leaned in to say something into Rudy’s ear again, but they were interrupted by a voice calling out.

“Vargas! Parra!”

They both glanced over at the other side of the bar to where the voice had come from.

A couple of soldiers were standing around a pool table, the one who had called out gesturing at them with a wave.

“Two on two?” he asked.

Alejandro glanced back at Rudy with a teasing smirk, a competitive glint shining brightly in his eye.

“Feel like kicking their ass?” he joked.

Rudy smiled.

“I think it’s our duty.”

Alejandro stepped back so Rudy could get down from the stool. Rudy’s knee still burned with the exact feeling of Alejandro’s warm hand on it, firm but gentle.

As they proceeded to play their game of 2v2 pool, they could barely keep their hands off each other. It was fun, the stolen glances and not so innocent touches. It was dirty jokes into each other’s ear and eyes that looked hungrily. They stood closer than they needed to, laughing, smiling, joking, teasing. Their bodies felt loose and free, enjoying the moment and the atmosphere.

As Rudy stood holding the pool cue and analyzing the table, he felt Alejandro’s body press up against his back. It was a body he’d memorized long ago by sight, his hands still itching to touch it completely. Rudy leaned back slightly into Alejandro’s broad chest as he leaned forward.

“You should go for the six,” Alejandro said into Rudy’s ear, his deep voice rumbling through Rudy’s entire body.

“Good advice,” Rudy said back sarcastically, knowing full well it was the only one they had to get in before the eight ball.

He found his opening and tried to lean over the table, his body instantly bumping into Aleandro’s. He straightened back out.

“Excuse me?” he said innocently with a smile. “I have a ball to get in. Mind giving me some space?”

“Oh,” Alejandro said, the smirk evident in his voice. “Is that what we’re doing here?”

As Rudy rolled his eyes, Alejandro stepped back. Rudy lined up his shot, thrusting the cue towards the white ball and watching the six sink directly into the pocket. He walked around to the other side of the table, meeting Alejandro’s eyes across the way.

“Should I go for the eight?” he joked, feeling self-satisfied as Alejandro remained silent but trailed his eyes up and down him.

Rudy quickly sank the final ball, smugly thanking the boys for the game. He handed the pool cue over before meeting up with Alejandro on the other side of the table again.

“I had a great teacher.”

Alejandro laughed and threw his arm around Rudy’s shoulder, leading the two of them to a table where some of their friends were sitting.

The rest of the evening continued like this until it eventually got late enough to call it a night. They called a car and started to make their way back to the base. As they sat in the backseat, Alejandro’s fingers leisurely traced up and down the side of Rudy’s thigh.

Once they arrived back at the base, they walked down the hallway to their quarters. The stolen glances continued to make Rudy’s heart flutter as they smiled easily, chuckling and bumping shoulders.

They made their way to Rudy’s room first, Alejandro’s being a bit further down the hallway. As they stopped in front of his door, they turned to face each other.

Neither of them spoke, the silence feeling heavy for the first time all night. Alejandro flicked his eyes down to Rudy’s lips then quickly back up again. He opened his mouth to say something before snapping it shut. He shook his head and let out a breathy chuckle, the question about what he was going to say remaining a secret. He gave Rudy a small smile.

“Goodnight, Rodolfo,” he joked quietly, his eyes flickering with warm affection. “It was a fun night.”

As Alejandro took a step back, Rudy’s hand whipped out before he knew what he was doing. He grabbed Alejandro’s hip, his fingers slipping into his belt loop and holding him in place.

Alejandro briefly glanced down at Rudy’s hand then back up at him, a complicated range of emotions flashing behind his eyes. In an instant, it disappeared as if it had never happened. Alejandro stepped closer, Rudy feeling the body heat radiating off the other man.

“I’m your superior now,” he said with quiet confidence, leaning his head in close. His large hands rested on Rudy’s hips and gently pushed them back against the door.

“Then you can make me do anything you want…” Rudy replied, shamelessly brazen despite his rapidly beating heart.

Alejandro smirked.

“What are you suggesting…?”

Rudy wound his hands across Alejandro’s belt, feeling the leather underneath his fingertips. He found the buckle and wrapped his fingers around it, tugging Alejandro even closer.

“Yeah…?” Alejandro said, his lips tantalizingly close to Rudy’s.

“Yeah...” he breathed out, his body pulsating with need.

Alejandro surged forward, pressing their lips together with desperate need. He pressed his body up against Rudy’s, sending a shock of pleasure through his body. They somehow stumbled through the door, tugging each other to the bed, their lips needily nipping at one another the whole time.

With frantic kisses and wandering hands, they tore each other’s clothes off, pleasure being the only thing on their minds.

“It’s been so long since we did this…” Rudy let tumble from his mouth.

“Too long…” Alejandro murmured into Rudy’s skin as he trailed kisses down his chest.

Alejandro had changed a lot, his body larger, his muscles more defined, his hands confident and deft as they drew out Rudy’s pleasured moans with every touch. His kisses made Rudy feel dizzy, lost in a world of bliss that was just the two of them.

After their bodies were thoroughly used and explored, they pulled each other into the washroom for a quick shower. Rudy still felt tipsy, but less on the alcohol and more on the dizzying happiness he felt.

Once they were done, they made their way back into Rudy’s room. Alejandro joked that he was too tired to make it to his own. Rudy knew that it was only at the end of the hall.

But he didn’t say anything.

Soon, tiredness began to pull down at their bodies and Rudy felt his eyelids start to droop. Just as he fell asleep, Rudy thought he felt a hand against his, lacing their fingers together.

When the sun rose the next morning and the haze of the previous night cleared, they could finally take in what had happened. They awkwardly laughed it off, a casual consequence of flowing drinks and happy hearts. A drunken night and need for pleasure.

Still, his hand continued to tingle with the feeling.

---

The third time Alejandro and Rudy slept together was after a mission. In the days leading up to it, they had been fighting, a lot.

Alejandro had gotten it in his head that he had to lead a dangerous mission into Narco territory despite the unnecessary danger it posed. It was a suicide mission.

They’d been arguing for the past several days about it, Rudy trying to convince him not to do it. They needed more time, more intel. They could at least wait for support or continue reconnaissance. They could do something else, anything, that wasn’t walking into the club with targets on their heads.

But Alejandro was stubborn. He knew they were running out of time to save the hostages. Waiting would mean death. But Rudy knew that going in too soon would also mean death.

He tried a million different ways to come up with a better idea or try and talk some sense into Alejandro, but he wasn’t budging. His headstrong nature and bravery were some of the things that Rudy loved about Alejandro, but right now he couldn’t stand it. It was the reckless disregard for his own life that Rudy could never accept.

It frustrated him seeing Alejandro value his own life so little.

Rudy had been begging him not to do it, a heavy pit in his stomach eating him from the inside with dread that something was going to go wrong. He didn’t often have this feeling, but he always trusted it when he did. So did Alejandro.

At least he used to.

It was exhausting, trying to sway the most stubborn man he knew into changing his mind. They’d never fought like this before, instead only having brief spats that accidentally boiled up and out of them during rising moments of tension and uncertainty.

Rudy was getting increasingly heated, frustrated with Alejandro for refusing to listen to him. He was seething at times, needing to walk away from the conversation to cool himself off.

Alejandro who was usually the hotter-headed one in any situation had been surprisingly calm through it all. He refused to speak sometimes, his eyes getting lost in his own thoughts which only frustrated Rudy more.

It had been two days.

They found themselves in Alejandro’s room, arguing once again.

“It’s a suicide mission,” Rudy accused angrily. “Why do you want to kill yourself, huh? ‘Cause that’s what’s going to end up happening. I thought you were smarter than this.”

Alejandro looked tired as he faced a dresser and fiddled with a watch that was resting on top of it. He kept his back turned and his head down as Rudy hurled his words at him.

“I have to do it…” Alejandro responded, almost with dejected acceptance.

“You don’t have to do it,” Rudy shot back. “Someone else can.”

Alejandro picked up the watch and slowly wrapped it around his wrist.

“I can’t send someone on a mission I’m unwilling to do myself.”

Rudy sighed, feeling defeated for even trying. He wanted to scream. He wanted to punch something. He wanted to shake Alejandro until he would listen. There was no talking him out of it. There was only one other thing he could do.

“Fine,” Rudy said, crossing his arms, “but I’m coming with you. You’re obviously not thinking straight and you’ll need me to cover your sorry ass…”

Alejandro continued to avert his eyes, his fingers absentmindedly focusing on the clasp to his watch.

“You’re not coming.”

Rudy scoffed incredulously.

“Like hell I’m not.”

“It’s too dangerous.”

Rudy shook his head in disbelief, his jaw clenching as he tried to control his emotions.

“Gutierrez and Delgado volunteered to go along with your stupid plan,” he said, getting increasingly worked up. “Why can’t I?”

“You’re different, okay?” Alejandro barked out, abruptly spinning around to meet Rudy’s eye for the first time since their conversation started.

Rudy felt rightful indignation burn inside him, his own ugly stubbornness coming to the front. He narrowed his eyes and stepped closer to Alejandro, knowing he was losing his temper but not being able to control himself.

“You can’t make my decisions for me…” he hissed, his unwavering eyes staring daggers at Alejandro. Deep down, it scared him how much this these feelings were being fuelled by bitterness and loathing, but his head was swimming with so much anger that it clouded the rest of his thoughts.

There was a second, just the briefest of seconds, where Alejandro’s eyes wavered. Across them flickered a barrage of emotions, uncertainty and doubt pushing their way to the front despite Alejandro’s best attempt to keep them buried.

It was like the unseen monster that he had kept hidden for so long, even to expert eyes such as Rudy’s. It clawed its way through Alejandro’s body, tearing him up on the inside. There was also something else amongst the uneasiness – there was shame.

Half a second later, it wiped away as if it had never truly been there. Alejandro’s eyes hardened, the warmth that Rudy was used to seeing having completely disappeared and replaced with something distant.

They felt cold.

“You’re not coming!” Alejandro bellowed out, his deep voice filling the entire space of the room. “That’s an order!”

In an instant, it felt like all of the air in the room had been sucked out. A pervasive chill rushed up Rudy’s spine and spread deep within his entire body. Alejandro’s words buried their way into Rudy’s head, piercing, churning, tumbling relentlessly. They took hold of his muscles, freezing him in place, and wrapped themselves around Rudy’s heart, squeezing tightly and eliciting a sharp pain he had never felt before.

Rudy’s face fell, his own fiery anger suddenly turning into shock and disbelief, a faint pain that existed in everything he was.

His heart dropped, a sensation that made him feel sick.

Alejandro had never talked to him like this before. In everything that they did, no matter what, they had always been equals. Alejandro had never controlled him in the way that he could control the other soldiers. Alejandro could bark out orders to everyone else except for Rudy, this being something unspoken between the two of them that had never broken all this time. It came from their mutual respect and understanding of each other, a friendship that ran deep within their veins and ways of being.

Rudy had heard disgruntled murmurs throughout the years about his special treatment, which only stood to reinforce that fact that, yeah, Rudy was different. They had always been something more than the basic dichotomy of leader and follower. Alejandro had never pulled rank on him before even when he probably wanted to. That was something they never did.

Until now.

Alejandro’s gaze was steadfast, relentless as his command was spat out with such finality leaving no room for argument.

Rudy felt the knife twist deeper, tearing him open with cruel indifference. It wanted to destroy and take him apart, piece by piece. The waterfalls of flowing blood mocked him with his weakness, with how much he cared.

Rudy clenched his jaw, unable to see anything beyond the man in front of him through the red that lined his vision. He was vibrating with fiery hatred.

“Fuck you,” he spat out before turning on his heel. He held on tightly to his last semblance of calm rationality that begged him to leave before anything else could happen, before he would say something he couldn’t take back. He barged out of the room, needing to clear his head.

He was wired for several hours after that, pacing his room, clenching his fists, wrangling with his thoughts. He had too much energy that he needed to rid from his body so he took out his anger at the gym. By the time he was done, body broken with fatigue while his mind incessantly screamed for more, more, more, he retreated back to his room and immediately crashed from the exhaustion.

Rudy would always remember how he felt when he woke up the next morning.

He still simmered with anger when he was suddenly slapped in the face with what had happened overnight. Without telling him, Alejandro had moved up the date of their departure.

Alejandro had left.

Without him.

Rudy immediately rushed to the toilet, feeling an overwhelming sickness wash over him. But as he sat there, nothing came, empty like how the rest of his body felt.

Alejandro was gone for two days.

Updates were few and far between, Rudy consistently pestering the team in charge of leading the communications. Rudy didn’t sleep, he barely ate. He couldn’t.

He was filled with regret, utterly terrified that the last thing he would ever get to say to Alejandro was spoken with such vitriol.

There was still lingering anger but it had been buried deeply under the nauseating worry. Rudy couldn’t stay angry. His heart couldn’t take despising the one thing he cared about most in the world.

The one thing he didn’t want to live without.

When reports of casualties started to come in without any positive identification, Rudy felt like he was collapsing in on himself.

Rudy hadn’t prayed in a long time, but that night he did.

After 58 hours of feeling like he was floating in a body that no longer belonged to himself, Rudy heard the news that the runway was being cleared for their transport helicopter to land.

Rudy barely waited to hear the end of the sentence before he sprinted out of the room. With each step closer to the runway, his heart started to beat faster. The ramp was already deployed and Rudy could see the soldiers start to disembark from the holding area.

He frantically looked around, each of the soldiers looking like they had been beaten down, injuries, blood, limping, bandages, braces, their faces not bothering to mask the trauma of whatever they’d just been put through.

Seeing a familiar face in the crowd, he rushed towards Delgado. He opened his mouth but his attention was quickly drawn to something behind her.

Black bags.

Black body bags being carried out, one soldier on either end.

Rudy’s heart sank in his chest.

“Alejandro…?” he asked Delgado weakly, barely able to muster the strength to get it out.

With half-lidded eyes, horrors hidden deep within them, she gestured to the interior of the helicopter with her chin. Somehow, Rudy’s legs began to move before he could even think about it.

Each footstep rattled off the metal ramp, one by one. He stood in the opening, one hand on the side of the helicopter for support, and blinked a couple times to get used to the darkness.

Standing in the back, was Alejandro.

He was staring at the wall, his eyes unfocused. While his body was physically here, his mind was elsewhere entirely. He looked exhausted, almost unsteady on his feet. There was blood smeared over his arms and clothes, a few shallow cuts marking the side of his face with jagged, red lines.

Rudy’s knees almost buckled as he laid eyes on Alejandro, an overwhelming wave of relief washing over him almost drowning him in his own elation.

“Alé…” he said breathlessly, the name falling from his lips like one final prayer.

Alejandro blinked and suddenly appeared again. He glanced over and met Rudy’s eyes.

Rudy’s heart shattered as he looked back at the broken man in front of him.

He was moving, taking long strides, his heart pulling him forward like a force that always led back to Alejandro. Rudy threw his arms out and wrapped them around Alejandro, burying his face deep into his neck. He balled his fists into the fabric of Alejandro’s shirt, needing to keep him there.

Alejandro immediately wrapped his arms around Rudy, one hand coming up to gently cup the back of his head. He held Rudy tightly, pressing their bodies together almost suffocatingly, but still he needed more.

Alejandro took a shuddering exhale and melted into Rudy’s embrace, tilting his head to rest against Rudy’s.

He was so warm. And his heart. His heart continued to beat, a persistent thump in his chest that Rudy tried to focus on. He could feel it through his own body.

Rudy answered it with his own heartbeat.

He could feel everything – the scratchiness of Alejandro’s beard, the puffs of air against his cheek, the way Aleandro’s eyes fluttered closed.

“I’m so mad at you…” Rudy let out weakly, barely above a whisper.

Alejandro’s chest rose and fell as he breathed, continuing to hold onto Rudy tightly.

“I’m sorry…” he said quietly, his low voice speaking directly into Rudy’s ear. He started to rifle his fingers through Rudy’s hair, scratching at his scalp gently. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know if I was going to make it back. I couldn’t risk losing you too. I couldn’t.”

“I was so worried that that was going to be the last time I saw you,” Rudy replied, trying to keep his voice even and holding back the tears that wanted to come out. “That it would have been the last thing I ever said to you.”

Alejandro dragged his hands down, scratching at the base of Rudy’s neck.

“I kept thinking the whole time how I hoped I could come back. I didn’t want to leave you. I wanted to see you again. I wanted to be selfish.”

Rudy somehow buried his face deeper into Alejandro’s neck.

“Please be selfish. Please always be selfish…”

Alejandro slowly unwound his arms, pulling back ever so slightly so they were face to face.

“Rudy, I-”

“Colonel!” a voice from the ramp called out. “We need you in for the quick debrief.”

Alejandro stared into Rudy’s eyes for several seconds longer before finally ripping them away.

“I’m coming now.”

As Alejandro took a step forward, Rudy noticed he was limping with an uneven hop to his step. He wrapped his arm around Alejandro’s waist to help him move forward, letting Alejandro lean his body weight down on him.

Alive.

That was all he could think about.

A medic met them halfway to the building but Alejandro waved them away. Rudy sat with Alejandro as they went over the mission debrief, paying more attention to Alejandro than what was being said. Not too long later, Rudy was helping him back to his room. He led him to the shower while Rudy waited in the room. Behind the closed door, the shower sputtered to life.

Rudy flopped back against the wall next to the washroom door, slowly sliding down until he was sat on the ground. After days of feeling like he was walking in a body that wasn’t his own, it felt as though he had been rocketed back to earth.

The even spray of the water was occasionally broken with loud splashes and echoing taps, a persistent reminder that Alejandro was inside.

After only a couple minutes, somehow Rudy found the strength to lift himself off the floor. He walked over to Alejandro’s bed and sat on it, his head hitting the pillow not long after. He turned around, putting his face to the wall.

The pillows smelled like him.

Fifteen minutes later, Rudy heard the door open and soft footsteps enter the room. He could hear quiet fingers rustling against fabric as Alejandro got changed.

Behind him, the bed dipped as Alejandro crawled onto it, immediately wrapping his arms around Rudy and pressing up against his back. Rudy shifted as well, their bodies instantly molding into one another like fitted puzzle pieces. Alejandro pressed his face up against the back of Rudy’s neck.

“I’m sorry…” he said softly into Rudy’s skin. “You didn’t deserve that. I shouldn’t have treated you that way. I was just scared…”

Rudy trailed his hand down Alejandro’s arm, linking his fingers overtop of Alejandro’s.

“I was scared too…”

Rudy was suddenly hit with a yawn and he tilted his face into the pillow to let it out.

“You look exhausted,” Alejandro murmured.

“Haven’t slept…” he mumbled back.

“It’s okay…” Alejandro said soothingly, his deep voice lulling Rudy as his eyes blinked heavily. “You can rest now.”

Rudy couldn’t keep his eyes open any longer and he let them fall, quickly succumbing to sleep after just a few breaths.

He stirred awake, unsure of how much time had passed, and he opened his eyes, the blurry world slowly coming back into focus. Alejandro’s arm was still wrapped around his waist, keeping their bodies pressed together. The deep puffs against Rudy’s neck indicated that Alejandro was still asleep.

Rudy shifted one of his arms to scratch a spot on his cheek and that was when he felt it.

Alejandro was hard pressed up against him.

Rudy didn’t much mind and simply stayed in place, wanting to let Alejandro sleep some more. He traced his fingers up and down Alejandro’s arm, gently playing with his fingers in the quiet afternoon sun.

He’d seen these hands be ruthless and destructive, taking out anyone they had come across. But he had also seen them be delicate, patching up Rudy’s wounds and exploring his body so tenderly.

He waited – he’d wait forever – until Alejandro also began to stir awake. He sighed against Rudy’s neck and Rudy turned around so he was facing Alejandro. Alejandro’s hand continued to rest against his hip.

Their bodies shifted together and Alejandro suddenly looked down, aware of his own erection.

“Sorry…” he murmured, looking back up at Rudy in embarrassment.

“It’s okay,” Rudy said, his hand sliding to rest on the waistband of Alejandro’s pants. One of his fingers slipped underneath his shirt, feeling the taut skin underneath. “It’s more than okay…”

Alejandro watched Rudy, the soft intensity of that stare filling him with warmth. His eyes shifted into understanding, softening as they looked into every part of Rudy.

“Yeah…?” Alejandro breathed out.

Rather than answering, Rudy leaned forward and pressed their lips together, the reminder of what they had felt like after so long rushing back into his memory. In response, Alejandro enthusiastically kissed back, rolling himself overtop of Rudy.

They sang praises about each other, whispered relief and devotion continuously falling from their lips. Their lips worshipped and their hands explored, but never feeling they were holding one another close enough. They needed more. They needed everything. They needed each other.

They took it slow, deep, never rushing as they consumed the other’s body. Rudy memorized the feel of everything – Alejandro’s hands, his lips, his body – like it would be the last time he ever got to touch it.

Panting, their foreheads pressed together, their hearts beating in unison, they reached their orgasm, crying out each other’s name in euphoric pleasure.

Rudy’s body still buzzing with bliss, Alejandro took him in his arms as they curled up against one another. Rudy rested his head against Alejandro’s chest, their limbs tangled forever, coming together as one.

Alejandro trailed his hands up and down Rudy’s spine, his fingertips touching his skin so delicately like he were something that could be broken. Rudy looped his finger around the chain for Alejandro’s dog tag, absentmindedly playing with it.

They stayed like this for a while, silent, neither needing to fill the space with words that their bodies hadn’t already expressed. After a while, Alejandro took a breath in to speak.

“I don’t want to let you go…”

Rudy traced incomprehensible shapes into Alejandro’s chest. He smiled slightly.

“I don’t have anything I need to do this afternoon…” he joked quietly.

“No,” Alejandro replied seriously, “I don’t want to let you go ever.”

Rudy tilted his head up at this, looking Alejandro in the eye. He looked nervous but also incredibly certain at the same time. His eyes were searching Rudy’s face.

“I don’t understand…” Rudy trailed off.

Alejandro cupped the side of his face, his thumb faintly brushing up and down across his cheek.

“You… You’re… I want you to be more. You’re my best friend, my partner, my second in command. I’m sorry it took me so long to realize. I just… I don’t want to live without you. I want to hold you in my arms. I want to kiss you. I want you to be mine. Forever. I-”

Alejandro’s eyes flickered to Rudy’s lips as he took in a shuddering breath.

“I love you, Rodolfo.”

Rudy sucked in a breath, decades of memories flashing behind his eyes. Sharing action figures on the playground. Riding bikes through the park past their curfew. Ditching school together to skip rocks across the river. Sitting next to each other in the mess hall as their bodies were beaten down, ensuring the other person ate despite their own exhaustion. Standing side by side as they got medals pinned to their chest. Late nights and early mornings, leading Los Vaqueros together.

Finding the light in one another when they were surrounded by nothing but darkness.

Rudy cupped the side of Alejandro’s face, looking at him as if seeing him for the first time.

“You have me…” he whispered with every part of his soul. “You’ve always had me…”

Alejandro let out a relieved sigh, the corners of his mouth upturning in a warm smile. His eyes were so soft, and understanding, and affectionate.

“My love…” he said quietly, pulling Rudy in for a kiss.

Rudy blissfully kissed back, his heart soaring through his chest with happiness. Alejandro held him close, his arms wrapped around him for eternity. Their lips were timeless.

He loved Alejandro more than anything.

And Alejandro loved him.

ao3

Thank you for reading 😊ale

#felt really good to write this after not writing for a long time #these two just #💖💖💖#friends to lovers is sickeningly sweet #and they're dynamic is amazing #alejandro vargas #rudy parra #rodolfo parra #alerudy #rudy x alejandro #alejandro x rudy #call of duty #cod #mw2 #codfic #my writing #oneshot #op #alerudy writing

41 notes · View notes

darling-i-read-it · 2 years

Text

Your Turn

The Grabber (Albert Shaw) x fem!reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: i do NOT condone his actions at all in the movies obvi this is fiction and should be treated as such, the reader has some form of stockholm syndrome for sure, the reader is naked but there’s no sexual acts but there’s kind of an undertone, talks about suicide (as an option but not as a serious consideration), kidnapping, uh..al

Author’s Note: *slowly walks into the room* hey…. He is currently everything to me im sorry if you just followed me after stranger things season 4. This is unfortunately. The norm. (ethan hawke as a MURDERERRRR. Why must I write my best and favorite works for murderers. Why can’t I be normal)

Summary: You’ve been kidnapped by the grabber but you were not in his demographic and you have been there for two weeks which for him…is a very long time

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

(not my gif)

The air was stale. It had been stale for what felt like forever. Sometimes, when the door in front of you opened, you would get a rush of cool air. It would circulate. He always left the door open while he was standing there, talking to you. You imagined it was because he needed an out in case you started to get testy.

You never did.

He was getting frustrated.

You began to look forward to the circulation of air. The movement through the room, the breathing in of the cool outside air. You could tell what the day was going to look like through the window but you could never taste the rain or feel the sun.

You were sitting below the phone. The chord had been ripped off. You thought maybe, someone before you had tried to hang themselves with it. It’s what you might’ve thought about, had you been desperate. But for some reason, you weren't desperate yet.

You hadn’t expected to be a victim of the grabber. He had only been picking up teen boys. You, a young adult girl, never thought you would’ve been next. But here you were, sitting on the dirty mattress, staring at the door, willing it to move.

Rush.

Like he had heard you thinking, the door clicked. You perked up, putting your palms flat underneath you. You were hungry and you were tired. He walked inside, unfortunately empty handed. He was wearing a mask that covered his mouth today but not his eyes. That was different.

“Good morning,” you whispered. Your throat was dry so your voice cracked. He seemed sympathetic to that, head tilting a bit, eyes softening.

“Did you just wake up?” he questioned quietly, slightly disappointed. He would hate to have missed your sleep. You looked so peaceful when you were dozing, lips slightly parted and face serene. Like nothing wrong could ever happen to you.

Nevertheless, you shook your head.

“I thought it was morning by the light,” you said. You moved your knees up to your chest, wrapping your arms around them. You tried to make yourself small so he really had to stare at you to grasp any kind of reaction you had.

“It isn’t.”

“Must be an odd weather day then,” you said, shrugging.

You had been here for two weeks yesterday. The longest he had ever kept any single person in the basement alive. He wasn’t sure why he had kept you. You had surely never come up to visit him when he left the door open and he usually got frustrated when it took too long. The papers had printed your face, your name, your family's worries. But still, you stayed. You made no attempt to leave.

It wasn't’ because you had no will to live.

Maybe, some sick twisted part of you just liked it. Liked having someone make decisions for you. Bring you food, watch over you while you slept. You felt disgusted every time you thought about it but you were delirious from the lack of light and the shock had worn off a week ago.

You were here now.

The two of you stood in silence for a moment, observing each other. You cleared your throat, rubbing your nose with your sleeve.

“Are you here to kill me?”

“No,” he said, voice gravely but certain. The thought truly hadn’t even crossed his mind when he opened the door. He didn’t really have a reason. He walked down the stairs as he would’ve if he was visiting a friend staying in the basement of his house. It was only when the door opened that he realized he had to have a reason.

You shifted awkwardly.

“Can I ask you for something?” you questioned. He raised an eyebrow. You hadn’t actually asked him for anything. You hadn’t demanded to be let go or asked for food or water.

“Yes.”

“Can I have a change of clothes? Any clothes will do.”

You had started to feel like mold was growing in your sleeves, even though you knew that was unrealistic. The sweat and grime of your capture had worn off on your jeans. You could feel the weight of the entire two weeks by the way your shirt rested on your shoulders.

While he thought of an answer, you admired his face. You usually only saw the bottom half, if anything. You normally didn’t see his hairline at all. You supposed, in another world, you may have found him attractive.

You supposed, maybe you did in this world too.

He walked up to you and you made no move to shrink more. He sat on the side of the bed and thought.

Max wasn’t home. He had gone ‘bowling’, which Al was almost certain was code for buying more drugs. When he went off he usually left for an hour or two. Regardless, he was very loud when he came home. The dog barked, the door slammed shut, Max called into the house about some absurd story he had been making up the entire way home.

The Grabber wasn’t sure if it was curiosity of you or of his limits but he made his decision then.

“Follow me.”

He stood up again and you were almost certain you had just screwed yourself. Any kind of relationship you felt you had with this man would end in your untimely death.

Warily, you stood. Your feet felt wobbly as you followed him to the door. He didn’t pause when he walked through it but you did. You looked to him for guidance, for reassurance. He turned back once he had walked a few steps up.

He nodded, gesturing for you to follow.

“I promise nothing bad will happen to you.”

Your feet creaked on the steps. You looked around the house. Your mind told you to find things to attack him maybe, to call someone for help, to signal for attention. But you followed him without acting on any of those impulses. You thought of those scary movies where the person always messed it up for themselves.

What if they just did what they were told?

He led you through a hallway and to a bathroom. There were no windows. It was small, the toilet cramped between the shower and the sink. It was, however, homely. It was something you would find at a friend's house. Foregin but not unwelcome.

“You can’t bathe alone,” he said, the threat back in his voice. Your breath hitched a bit as he put his hand on your back. “Surely you know that.”

“Of course.”

You weren’t sure what that included but you didn’t argue. He started the water and you realized you weren’t showering at all, like you had dumbly figured. You were taking a bath.

You watched his movements. He was wearing a short sleeve shirt today. You could scratch him, people would notice. He knew this. You knew this.

Testing the waters of trust.

You moved slowly as you sat on the edge of the bathtub, placing your hand under the water. He put his hand underneath yours and your remnants of the running stream trickled onto his. It was an oddly intimate moment where you both just sat there, feeling at the water got warmer and then stopping when it was perfect.

He stood up and you cleared your throat, unsure of what exactly he wanted you to do.

“What are you doing?” you asked, as he moved to the door.

“Getting you clothes silly.”

He left the room, leaving the door wide open. You looked back to the water and stuck your hand in it, relishing in the feeling of it under your fingers. You could already feel the crust leaving your skin.

Al stood beside the door for a moment, watching in the mirror to see what you would do. You didn’t even stare at the door for a second longer than you should’ve. You just looked back to the bath.

You trusted him, if not somewhat. He wasn’t sure what that made him feel but he grabbed you clothes regardless. He placed some on the counter. The water was rising slowly.

“Do you have a name I can call you?” you asked, looking up at him.

“It’s not important.”

“But I’ve just been calling you Grabber in my mind. It doesn’t seem like a very realistic name,” you admitted. Extending an olive branch. “You know my name. I told you when you asked.”

You had. You hadn’t lied to him at all in fact, from what he could tell.

“Let’s play a game,” he said. “While we wait.”

“Sure.”

“I ask you a question and you have to answer truthfully. You can ask me a question and I’ll answer truthfully,” he suggested. There were some things about you he was dying to know. A promise of a transaction just might get it out of you.

“How will you know if I’m lying?”

“I’ll know.” The tone of his voice reminded you once again that this man had kidnapped you.

“Alright. You start then.”

He sat across from you, resting on the covered toilet seat. You were close, knees almost touching in the cramped space.

“What is your mothers name?”

“Y/M/N,” you said, easily. “That’s a silly question.”

“Say I’m testing the waters.” He knew the answer. It was in the papers.

“My turn.” You breathed deeply. “What’s your name?” He knew that was going to be it yet he hadn’t prepared for it. He could lie but he had promised honesty. You were giving him honesty after all.

“Al.”

“Al,” you said, testing the name on your lips.

“Do you trust me?”

You paused, pursing your lips. You trusted him not to leave you there to die. You trusted that he would be back. You trusted that he would bring you food before you starved.

“I think in some way, yes, yes I do Al.” You pointed slowly at the mask over his mouth. “Why do you wear that?”

“I like it,” he said. “Are you going to get undressed for me?”

Your lips parted and you cleared your throat, looking down at the water. It was almost full already. It seemed to be going so slow a moment ago.

“Yes,” you said. “I did…ask for this after all,” you said, allowed to try and convince yourself. He turned off the water and you took a deep breath. You had a mixture of emotions as you started to discard your shirt. Embarrassment but also relief. You desperately wanted it off you. You cleared your throat with insecurity and put it gently on the counter. He was watching you. He made no attempt to hide it.

You shimmied off your pants and then were left in your undergarments. You watched him as he gazed at you. You suddenly felt a warmth in your stomach, a familiar pleasant feeling at the behest of his stare. You had his full attention.

You took off the last pieces of your clothes and without hesitation stepped into the bath. You sunk into it and let out an involuntary breath of relief. The warm water felt amazing on your aching bones. You almost forgot he was there.

He shifted and you looked back up at him. Previously you were at eye level with him while sitting but you were now far below him.

“Thank you,” you said and you meant it. He knew you meant it.

He nodded, adjusting his pants and feeling his mask particularly constricting. You started to get your hair wet but he grabbed your wrist.

You watched him as he started to gently get your hair wet, pouring water over your head. He was careful not to get it in your beautiful eyes.

“It’s my turn,” you said. “Why me?”

That had been the question he was asking himself as well. He wasn’t sure how to answer. He put some shampoo in his hands and gently put it in your hair.

“I don’t know,” he said quietly.

You suddenly became overwhelmed with the feeling to discard his mask and kiss him. Feeling immediately ashamed you looked back down at the water.

“Why haven’t you left?” he asked. The feeling of his fingers running through your scalp was distracting. They were thick and strong. He must work some sort of construction job maybe? Or moving boxes at least.

“I think…I think I like you,” you said honestly. “Are you a construction worker?” He scoffed at the quick change in momentum.

“No.” In fact, he was lightly laughing at it. The sound of his surprise made you laugh a bit too.

“Your fingers are strong is all,” you explained.

He nodded and started to rinse your hair out.

“Finish up and get dressed,” he said, desperately needing a moment to himself. Unless you clawed out the damn wall, you would be okay locked in there while he stood outside the room. You nodded at him and watched him leave. You sat there, practically drowning yourself in the warm water until it got cold. Then you took the towel and washed yourself off, putting on the clothes laid out for you.

Cardigan and slacks. Comfortable.

You knocked on the door. He opened it slowly and gestured for you to follow him. You ddi as you were told, walking back down the dreaded basement stairs. The door reopened and you were back. You walked past him onto your mattress.

“Thank you,” you said again because you didn’t think he really heard you the first time. Overwhelmed with unfamiliar feelings, he nodded. He turned to leave but stopped, turning around.

“What did you mean by like?”

“I meant like Al,” you said honestly. You snatched up your turn after his question.

“Will you…will you stay a bit? You don’t have to sit with me but just…sit.” He looked at you. Helpless, at his mercy. Listening to his orders and not kicking up a fuss.

After a moment he didn’t nod or shake his head, he just shut the door with the both of you inside. You had moved through a lot of trust in a short amount of time. He started to walk to sit against the wall and then detoured. He sat at the foot of the mattress while you sat against the wall. He turned to face you.

You lightly smiled.

“It’s your turn Al.”

“Alright honey. Lemme think of a question.”

#the grabber x reader #the grabber imagines #the grabber black phone x reader #the black phone imagines #albert shaw x reader #albert shaw imagines #black balloons tag

1K notes · View notes

f1nalgirlz · 8 months

Text

i need you… | Charlie Walker

in which y/n gets a string of texts and a needy late night phone call from her best friend & friend with benefits, Charlie.

(Not proofread yet! Sry!!)

˗ˏˋcontents´ˎ˗ Charlie Walker x reader, p in v, booty call?, extremely needy Charlie walker, sub!Charlie, dom!y/n, nsfw, oral sex (f receiving), blowjob/oral sex (m receiving), riding, edging

˗ˏˋwarnings´ˎ˗ NSFW, feminine pronouns, female anatomy, friends with benefits, dirty talk, light dom/sub

Charlie and Y/N had been sleeping together for months now, having met each other in their shared psych class the first semester of college. An attraction was instantly there, Charlie was and still is very aware that their ‘love at first sight’ was extremely superficial, but as their friendship grew so did the attraction they both harbored. Around week three of their friendship, while hanging out in Charlie’s dorm room while his roommate was out for the weekend they got a little drunk. As things tend to go, they ended up aggressively making out, and eventually sleeping together for the first time as the night progressed. When they woke up together the next morning, there was no awkwardness in the air, no ounce of shame between them. It was at that point they’d agreed to just keep things going with each other, not committing to any sort of dating relationship but regularly meeting up together to hook up. At Charlie’s dorm when his roommate was out, at Y/N’s dorm when she was alone, it was constant. Not having a room open didn’t stop them either, of course. They’d meet up in broom closets after class, the library, or even under the bleachers of the university football field. They didn’t care, they were having fun. The two had agreed that having a close friendship while also having sex often was more comfortable than any dating relationships they’d had in the past with old partners and a hell of a lot easier as well as safer, than just having one night stands with strangers.

Outside of their sexual endeavors, they really were best friends, often having movie nights and studying together. They did pretty much everything together, so the one night Y/N decided to go out to a sorority party and Charlie declined the invite, she was a little bummed out. She didn’t let that stop her from having fun though, going to the party, drinking, dancing, and even posting some pictures throughout the night. Charlie saw the photos his friend was posting, instantly regretting not going. Y/N looked gorgeous, glitter makeup smeared on her face, smudged eyeliner, and a tank top that exposed her chest. (if you don’t like that, choose whatever you want^3^) Charlie’s breath caught in his throat as he scrolled through all the pictures she’d posted, chewing his lip as he swapped tabs to messages. He felt pathetic getting a half hard on just from looking at her pictures, but he’d do some internal looking another time.

“Y/N I need you.” message one.

“please.” two.

“it’s really urgent.” three.

“can you come to my dorm?” four.

Y/N was still at the party when she started feeling her phone buzz four times in her pocket, all one right after another in quick succession. Quickly, she reached for her phone, seeing Charlie’s contact lighting up her lock screen 4 new messages. She unlocked her phone to read them and laughed a bit. He knew she was busy, hell she even invited him! A little annoyed at his request, she left him on read shoving her phone back to her pocket. Charlie stared intensely at their messages, face lighting up when she read his messages, but it fell just as fast when she didn’t reply. He was a little desperate at this point, he just wanted her so badly.

“please answer me.” five.

“i reallyyyy need you!” six.

“i’m not kidding.” seven.

“please just stop by for a sec.” eight.

✓read.

He groaned out loud, getting even more frustrated. He hopped off his bed and paced around his room, clicking her contact and calling her. When she felt her phone ringing, she already knew who it was. Excusing herself, she walked outside away from a few stragglers and answered the phone. “Yes Charlie?” She spoke into the mic, sounding a little annoyed. “Why haven’t you answered my texts? I’d really like you to come over.. like now..” Charlie said, starting off strong but trailing off into a mumble by the end. “I invited you tonight. You knew I was going to be busy.” Y/N said with a sigh into her phone. After the conversation went on for about eight more minutes Charlie came out with something that intrigued her. “Please just come. I’ll make it worth your time… I promise. I just- I need you, right now.” he said sounding more desperate by the minute, and Y/N liked that. She hummed into the phone and sighed once more, for what felt like the millionth time that night. “Okay. I’m on my way. It better be.” She said, sounding stern but a smile creeped onto her face as she hung up.

Charlie lit up like a Christmas tree, jumping a little. He very nearly broke out into a celebratory dance but refrained, instead cleaning up his room a little. He straightened out his bed and flipped off his overhead light, opting for his floor lamp. Soon he heard the light, familiar, knocking of Y/N at his door. He excitedly walked over and opened it up, his breath shuddering as he saw her in person. She was even more attractive than through his screen. “Yeah come in!” He said, moving aside for her. She did so, walking in and kicking off the sort of uncomfortable heels she’d been wearing. She turned to look at him, reaching for his shirt. “Well I’m here. Now what?” She said expectantly, as he slowly backed her up toward his bed. “You’re so needy. You know that?” She said to him as the backs of her knees hit his bed, causing her to fall into a sitting position still grabbing at his shirt. “Thank you for coming..” Charlie said, but it came out as more of a choked whisper. Y/n continued to pull him down. She yanked her pink panties down from under her skirt, tossing them somewhere in his room, just getting ready in advance. Charlie sat down beside her, she was quick to crawl into his lap. “You made me leave my party for you,” she said with a hum, to which Charlie looked slightly embarrassed and tried looking away. “Thank you..” he managed to whisper again. Y/n caught his chin and made him look at her. “You’ve never been such a needy boy before, Charlie.” She said, leaning in to finally connect their lips, Charlie’s hands finding his way to her too-short mini skirt, and grabbing her hips. Y/N pulled back, hands going to pull his shirt off, which he happily accepted, helping her pull it off. As she attacked his neck with kisses, he was already moaning. This caused a soft laugh to leave her mouth, pulling back to look at him. “You’re so sensitive tonight.” She said, slipping off his lap and to the floor in front of him, tugging down his pajama pants and underwear. His breath hitched as he looked at her with a pleading look in his eyes. He was vigorously nodding and trying to pull her closer. “What do we say when we want something, hmm?” She hummed, leaning closer to his cock just ghosting around it. “Please will you?” He asked, getting embarrassed. They’d never flipped the roles like this before, but to be fair, he’d never been this desperate for her. Charlie would be lying if he said he didn’t like this… the feeling of her taking the lead. Sure, he was a little embarrassed but the way she was acting right now gave him a familiar burning in the pit of his stomach. He was eating this up.

As she looked up at him from between his legs she smiled, licking a strip from the base to the tip, before finally taking his cock into her mouth. Charlie felt a wave of relief wash over him, grabbing at her hair like clockwork. This time however, his hands were swatted away. He didn’t push his luck by putting them back, deciding to just grip the blanket under him, tilting his head back in a moan. At this point he didn’t care who heard him, all he cared about was his pretty best friend bobbing her head in his lap, taking more and more of his cock down her throat every moment. After maybe 3 minutes Charlie was feeling a knot pull in his lower stomach, causing his moans to flow out closer together, sounding more like whines or cries at this point. He felt a little pathetic, only a few minutes in and he already about to cum. Just as he was about to be sent over the edge, Y/n pulled her mouth off his dick with a slight ‘pop’ sound. She looked up at him expectantly and hummed, tilting her head to the side. Charlie’s face looked almost shocked, but also a little pained. “Why’d you stop?” He asked, still catching his breath. Y/n stood up from her place in the floor and grabbed his cheeks, giving him a slow kiss before laying down on the bed, legs hanging off the side. “I was just giving you a little motivation, Char. You’re gonna have to make it worth my while like you promised if you wanna cum tonight.” She said, a sort of devilish smile creeping to her lips. Charlie nodded slowly but wasted no time getting to his knees on the floor, quickly positioning himself between her legs. Grabbing onto her legs, he pulled her a little further off the bed, looking up at her through his eyelashes, keeping hold of her thighs. Y/n brushed his hair from his face before nodding. “Go on.” She said, and he wasted no time, burying his tongue into her hole. It made his already aching cock throb knowing she’d gotten this wet just from blowing him. He moved his attention to her clit moving his tongue in patterns he knew she liked, sucking every so often. Charlie was good in bed, after sleeping together for so long he knew exactly what Y/n liked by heart. As he lapped up all the wetness that had pooled near his chin, Y/n was gently grabbing his hair with one hand the other thrown above her on the bed. Her back arched and her legs spread more for him as she was shamelessly moaning as loudly as she pleased, fully aware that Charlie’s neighbors probably despised the two. A few praises slipped from her lips, a “you’re doing so well, Char.” Or a “yes, there, you’re so good!” spoken through gasps and moans before she felt her high quickly approaching. Y/n held Charlie’s hair as her orgasm washed over her, legs shaking and back arching further off the bed as Charlie helped her ride out her orgasm. This didn’t stop Charlie though, he continued sucking her clit until he felt the sharp sting of his hair being pulled, ripping him away from her soaked cunt. He moaned and looked up at Y/n, who was now sitting up, holding onto his hair. She thought Charlie looked so good in this moment, spit and cum dripping down his chin, eyes glossy and pleading. She leaned down and kissed him, pulling him back to the bed. Charlie was clearly excited as he looked at her when they broke apart. “Lay down.” She commanded, and he listened, laying down on his bed. He looked at her as if asking for his next command. “You wanna cum Charlie?” Y/n whispered, hovering over him. Of course, he nodded excitedly. She smiled, tugging his pants down, along with his boxers, slowly climbing into his lap. She gripped his dick gently, lining it up with her entrance. “You wanna fuck me?” She asked, already knowing the answer. “Yes please,” came his begging voice that was interrupted by a moan when she sank down onto him, taking his full length all at once. She quietly moaned and gently rocked her hips before stopping, a whine was heard from Charlie as he threw his head back on his pillow, clearly frustrated. “Want me to move?” She asked, gaining a nod in response, “beg me.” She whispered.

His cock had been aching ever since she’d denied his orgasm during oral, he’d just been getting painfully harder as the time went on. Her hesitation to move just made his already aching cock throb inside her, urging her to move.

“Please, Y/n, please move please fuck me.” He whimpered out, she could see tears pricking the corners of his eyes as she began moving painfully slow. This caused a cry to leave his throat, yes it felt so good, but he needed more he was desperate. Desperate to cum, desperate for her. “Please,” a sob. “I need you.. please.” He choked out, some tears rolling down his cheeks. Y/n leaned in, kissing the wet steaks where the tears had fallen before speeding up her hips, holding his shoulders for support. Charlie felt pure relief, grabbing onto her hips desperately, letting a string of moans and cries leave his lips. A soft whimper or plead came often from him, exciting Y/n every time she heard it. She continued skillfully maneuvering her hips, bouncing on his cock with a dazed smile. She drank up his moans and sobs, enjoying how much she affected him. As she was nearing her second orgasm, she felt nails dig into her hips followed by Charlie’s moans devolving into full choked sobs and pleads to cum. As she reached her high, her insides clenched around him, causing him to be sent over the edge as well. A whine escaping his throat and a few tears running down his cheeks as he tightened his grip on Y/N’s hips. She caught his lips in a kiss and rode out both of their highs, when they’d finished she lifted her body up, releasing his cock from her insides. She tossed herself onto the bed beside him, catching her breath, Charlie seemed to be way more out of breath, despite not being the one to move. “I like you like this y’know.” She said with a hum, looking over at Charlie, whose hair was plastered to his face with sweat. He looked at her, cheeks almost glowing red, “yeah?” Is all he could say before they erupted into laughter.

I feel like this is way too long but idk.. I hope it’s enjoyable!! If you have any criticism or suggestions PLEASEEE let me know i appreciate it!

#rory culkin #rory culkin character x reader #charlie walker x you #charlie walker #scream smut #charlie walker smut #scream 4 #scream #scre4m #charlie walker x y/n #college au #culkin cult #i ❤️ rory culkin

122 notes · View notes

gabseyoo · 2 years

Text

PLUSHIE — HAITANI RINDŌ

content: fem!reader, established relationship, swearing. word count: 1k.

summary: rindō will get you that plushie, no matter what.

Rindou had found immense pleasure in planning dates to different places—even when the two of you could spend hours doing nothing on your living room couch, just enjoying each other's company—he liked to get out of the routine by taking you to the movies, concerts, clubs, even hiking or to the gym. Well, he is an active person, he likes to do too much and more if it is with you.

The place chosen for today’s date was an arcade, he had come along with Ran and Shion a while ago and thought it would be a great place to bring you.

It was fun, playing pac-man, galaga, street fighter, air field hockey—where he let you win but you didn’t need to know that—, compete with you in the DDR. It was certainly a perfect date.

Until you got the idea to go to the claw machines.

There was a machine that caught your attention, one that contained different stuffed animals, but Rindou knew his girlfriend perfectly well and knew instantly that you would want to try specifically for that penguin that was right in the middle; he was very aware of your obsession with those animals, heck, he had given you too many things related to them for the same reason.

So he wasn’t surprised when you said “Rin, let’s try here. That penguin is so cute.”

It all started there, when he watched with a smile as you focused on winning that plushie, it even gave him tenderness how you slightly stuck out your tongue when you were concentrating. But you failed, not one, not two, but three times. That’s when he, with some cockiness in his voice said to you, “Babe, leave it to me.”

Big mistake.

The thing is, it’s been about thirty minutes since he started trying to win that damn plushie. He had even told another kid who asked him what time he planned to vacate the machine to go fuck himself, sending him crying back to his mother and earning a threatening look from the woman and you.

Speaking of you, it was obvious you were already desperate, telling him from time to time to leave it at that, that the stuffed animal wasn’t that cute anyway— but you knew your boyfriend like the back of your hand, and there was no way to change his mind.

When Rindou Haitani had a goal, he would not give up until he achieved it.

He would win that fucking stuffed animal for you, and then he would give it to you saying ‘I told you I’d make it’ and you would smile at him all pretty, and hug him, and kiss him, and tell him how much you love him and that he’s the best boyfriend in the world, and in the end you could walk away from this Arcade triumphant with another successful date.

“FUCK!” He shouted for about the thousandth time when the penguin slipped out of the claw again before reaching the hole. “I swear this shit must be rigged.”

You rolled your eyes for about the thousandth time as well before sighing, “Rindou, everyone knows it is. So how about we get going?” Your new attempt was also in vain, as he rolled up the sleeves of his long-sleeved black t-shirt, adjusted his glasses and took more coins out of his pocket.

“Just one more time doll, I swear I have a good feeling about this one.” You folded your arms in frustration, watching as the game began and Rindou concentrated as if his life was at stake. “I’ll get this fuckin’ penguin for you. Trust me.”

You loved your boyfriend, really, you loved him so much, but there were times (like this) that you just wanted to kill him (with love of course).

You weren’t even surprised when the stuffed animal slipped out of the claw just seconds after it grabbed it. “No, no, no… fuck!” Rindou slammed both of his fists against the glass in defeat, looking at the penguin as if he had taken everything in life from him, and honestly, you couldn’t help but feel a little bad; and the sudden pain in your chest only multiplied with his next words, “I’m sorry.”

Yes, he’s a stubborn guy and that’s sometimes maddening, but you couldn’t ignore the fact that he looked so defeated just because he wanted to get you something you wanted and luck didn’t seem to be in his favor.

“It’s okay.” You said hugging him from behind and left a kiss on his back before continuing to speak, “It’s not your fault, you know this is rigged.”

“Not only is that, I ruined our date.” Your boyfriend stated, still tense in your grip around his body. “And that’s thanks to this damn machine that sure hates me.”

“What do you mean? I’ve never seen someone antagonize a claw machine for me before, it was a great date for me.” You kissed his shoulder in comfort and he let out a chuckle. “Wanna try again? Or you wanna leave?”

You observed how he seemed to be in a mental debate before speaking, “It’s getting late, we should go.”

“You sure?” Rindou turned with a half smile on his face and gave you a peck on the lips.

“Yeah, let’s get some ice cream on the way.” And with his hand intertwined with yours, he guided you out of that place.

But if you thought Rindou would just give up, you were completely wrong.

You were actually surprised when on your next date with your boyfriend, two days later, he arrived at your house with that damn plushie in his hands and a triumphant smile on his face.

“Told you I’d make it.” Rindou said proudly as you took the penguin in your hands and you hugged him with affection.

“I love you— You’re the best boyfriend in the world, you know?” You exclaimed taking his face between your hands to join your lips with his in a happy kiss. “Did you really go back to the arcade just to get it?”

“Sure I did, and well, I got some help…”

And then he told you how he dragged Ran and Shion with him to the Arcade yesterday and forced them to take turns at the damn claw machine for over an hour until one of the three of them could get that fucking plushie.

+ notes: i feel that this is not as good and didn't turn out as i expected, but still wanted to share it with you.

#𐀔 — mar wrote this.#— drabbles #— tr #rindou haitani #rindou haitani x reader #rindou scenarios #rindou x y/n #rindou x you #rindou drabble #haitani rindou imagines #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers drabbles #tokyo revengers x you #tokyo rev x you #tokyo rev fluff

571 notes · View notes

infinite-orangepeel · 1 year

Note

Steddie and “Shh use your words, baby.”

turned this one into a full-fledged ao3 oneshot with a whole lot more content. you can read it here :)

ooo i love this !! thanks for sending it in anon, i hope i do your prompt justice 💗

tw: ftm steve harrington (usage of cock, pussy, etc. to refer to his own genitalia), under negotiated kink (but they are both very into it and safe), mutual masturbation, slight orgasm denial/delay

they’re about a month into dating when it happens for the first time.

eddie’s just left steve’s place, after an evening spent cuddled up next to each other on the cushy sofa—pretending to watch a movie. and as always; it only took a few minutes of shared body heat, lingering stares, and wandering hands before steve found himself straddling eddie’s lap and kissing his boyfriend senseless.

it felt good, really good.

steve’s boxers dampening considerably as he humped himself down against the hard line of eddie’s clothed cock. little wanton moans falling from both of their mouths, when eddie’s big hands wrapped around steve’s hips to assist in building more delicious friction.

but just as things were heating up, steve started to get a bit too in his own head about everything and made some stupid excuse to get up and go to the bathroom. essentially ruining his chances of getting laid tonight.

you see, the thing is, eddie hasn’t actually seen steve naked yet and as much as steve trusts and loves his boyfriend, the idea still greatly terrifies him.

thankfully, eddie hasn’t seemed to mind; endlessly understanding and patient as they navigate this new world of intimacy together.

that being said, the second eddie departs from the driveway, steve rushes back inside and sprints upstairs to his bedroom. practically tripping on his own feet as he ascends. horny as a dog in heat and in desperate need of release.

its become routine over the past few weeks. eddie teasing his body, caressing every available inch of his skin, making him soak his underwear, and then leaving for the night��completely clueless as to how insanely turned on steve is.

so once he’s safely back in his room, steve scrambles up onto the bed. the air thickens with want as he hurriedly strips off his jeans and boxers. leaves eddie’s shirt on—a borrowed graphic-tee that’s quickly become a staple. he tucks it into his mouth, so he can inhale the natural musk of his boyfriend and gain easier access to the stiff buds of his nipples. rolls them between his thumb and forefinger as he mounts his favorite pillow—squeezes it between his thighs and whines as his he starts grinding his swollen pussy against it. finally giving into the filthy fantasies that have been clouding his mind all night.

eddie walking in on him isn’t part of the plan—in fact steve half-thinks he’s imagining it when his boyfriend appears out of thin air in the doorway.

“hey baby, sorry to bother you! forgot my jacket and thought i’d—” eddie says casually, as he throws the door to steve’s bedroom wide open and finds him humping his pillow,“oh. oh, fuck.”

eddie’s practically drooling. his mouth is hanging open like he’s trying to catch flies and steve is instantly mortified. covering up as much as possible with his hands.

“eds! shit, you weren’t supposed to see me doing this. i’m sorry, i’m so sorry. i’m so embarrassed. oh my god—” steve rambles, thoughts automatically going to the worst places.

“don’t be sorry. don’t you ever be sorry,” eddie walks over to the edge of the bed and tilts steve’s chin up with two of his fingers, so he’s forced to meet his gaze, “and don’t you dare fucking stop on my account. keep going, baby. i wanna see you.”

steve is awestruck by eddie’s reaction. never dreaming it would be so unwaveringly positive. cheeks flushed as it clicks that eddie isn’t disgusted by him and his naked body—rather he’s attracted to him and wants to see more.

“you’re sure?” steve can’t help but ask, even as he starts to slowly buck his hips again.

“you’re asking me if i’m sure? baby, your body is so fucking hot. even hotter than i imagined it would be,” eddie laughs incredulously and kisses steve deeply, “plus I’d love to be right here while you make yourself cum. talk about a dream come true.”

“yeah?” steve whines, feeling confident as eddie kisses along his neck and nibbles on his ear. he’s so far gone for this man it’s ridiculous.

“yeah, honey. if you hadn’t noticed, i’m kind of obsessed with you. now tell me what you want me to do? you want me to keep talking?” eddie cups steve’s face and pets a hand across his cheek.

steve nods enthusiastically, “y-yeah. it’s hot, really hot. more please, like hearing your voice.”

eddie willingly obliges. palming his straining hard-on over his jeans as he runs his mouth and edges them both closer to orgasm.

“feels good doesn’t it, baby? you’re so wet and your cock’s so fucking hard. looks just about ready to burst with how good you’re teasing it on that pillow. taking your time, hm? letting all that pleasure build up like a good boy,” he coos in a sickeningly sweet, condescending tone. voice shakier as he fucks into his palm and watches steve intently.

and steve? he can’t even begin to find his words. a mess of mewls and whimpers and moans, as he works the length of his aching cock between a few fingers and ruts his pussy in punishing circles against the soaked fabric of the pillowcase. and now that he has eddie as an audience, he’s arching his back, pushing the plump curve of his ass out, and using his free hand to pinch his raw nipples. knot tightening in his lower belly, warmth spreading through his abdomen.

“fuck,” eddie groans, thrusting his hips and biting his lip, “that’s right, baby boy. don’t hold back—making such pretty noises for me. such a good little slut. my perfect boy.”

steve knows he’s going to cum. he knows it’s going to be messy. he knows eddie’s going to see him as he squirts over the pillow. and the very idea makes him lock eyes with eddie and moan incoherently. begging with his gaze.

“what is it, baby?” eddie’s patronizing smile makes steve keen, “aw you wanna cum don’t you? is that why you’re shaking so much? wanna cum for me and make a mess on your pillow?”

steve nods as hard and fast as he can, words still escaping him. unsure why he feels he needs eddie’s permission to cum, but also knowing it’s absolutely necessary.

“shhh, shhh,” eddie hushes, rubbing his cock at a punishing pace, “use your words baby. use those pretty big boy words of yours and ask nicely. then i’ll give you everything you need, okay?”

“p-please, daddy,” oh fuck where did that come from, “please, please, let me cum, daddy. wanna be your good boy, please.”

“ahh. fuck, fuck baby. say it again and i’ll let you. c’mon one more time, precious boy,” eddie pleads, face contorting with pleasure.

“daddy. need to cum for you, daddy. please,” steve begs so pretty and bounces on the pillow mercilessly, stimulation peaking.

“fuck yes, baby. cum with daddy. cum for me,” eddie groans and spills into his jeans with steve’s name heavy on his filthy lips.

and steve does the same—positively drenches his pillow as he squirts all over it. slapping his pussy like he’s never done before just because everything feels too good and the oversensitivity is enough to destroy him.

suffice it to say, after that night, steve’s quite physically comfortable around eddie and vice versa. and it’s the start of a beautiful relationship <3

and as always, if you’d like to be added to my tags list for my smutty steddie ficlets/asks pls let me know in the comments !! xoxo

321 notes · View notes

shouldershimmycity · 2 years

Text

Helium - Prologue (Hangman x Mitchell-Reader)

Maverick never thought he would have children. Then he finds out he has a daughter, and he has to decide whether or not he wants to be a part of her life. But first, he has to get her out of enemy territory with the help of the man who will fall for her.

*****

I was writing another WIP when I got this idea so that one will have to wait haha. I'm back at school so I'm a little busy. As always let me know what you think! (Also Ice is still alive in this because I say so oops.)

*****

Maverick’s bike idled through the gate, the guard posted there didn’t need to check his ID to know who he was. Pete “Maverick” Mitchell was probably the most well known man in the Navy, if not one of the top five. Of course, Iceman was up there as well.

Speaking of the Admiral, Maverick had been visiting his old friend when he had received a call from a Major General in the Air Force, who was stationed in Virginia. Mav had looked at Ice for an explanation, but the man who usually had all the answers had shrugged his shoulders. Then he had checked his work email, and insisted Maverick attend whatever meeting was awaiting him in Oceana. The admiral had turned pale, and he had poorly tried to hide the shock in his expression. He refused to answer Maverick when he inquired what was wrong. If Maverick wasn’t being given orders, his curiosity surely would have won out anyway. Ice had managed to get the load master manning the C-17 to clear a little space for his bike, which Maverick was thankful for. He could tell that he would be here for a while it seemed. Clearly, whatever waited for him must be of the utmost importance; but he couldn’t shake the look on Ice’s face from his mind.

Upon Maverick’s arrival, a Lieutenant saluted him, asking him to ‘follow me, sir.’ He opened the door for the Captain, and began leading him down a hallway, with nothing but government owned stark white walls, and an occasional newsletter taped up in random places. The Lieutenant stopped next to a door, which was opened, and Maverick thanked him, entering the conference room.

The blinds were closed, but the daylight crept through like sharp fingers, desperate to reach into the privacy of the dark. At the table were three individuals, two men and one woman.

The first of the men was Admiral Alexander “Beegee” Williams. Maverick had served under him briefly when he was sent to Bosnia after pissing off a different Admiral. Beegee had made sure to keep an eye on him for Iceman. He was younger than Mav and Ice, but a wise man all the same.

The latter of the men being Major General Leonard “Scythe” McConner. Maverick had heard of him, and he had clearly heard of Maverick. His face was stern and his hair was practically white, the lines on his face were twisted in a sour expression. Although Mav still had no idea what was going on, it was clearly bigger than he thought if the Air Force was being pulled into it.

It took him a moment to recognize the woman sitting in front of him, mostly because she wasn’t in uniform and their previous encounter had been a drunken one. She was much older now, as was he, but she was still very pretty. She gave him a weak smile, and he returned it although he was even more confused now. Hopefully he could get an explanation.

“Captain,” Scythe greeted him, and Maverick flashed his teeth in his signature movie star grin, nodding his head in salutation.

“Sir.”

“There is a situation abroad which you have been brought in to evaluate. Two F-22 pilots were shot down in enemy territory by 5th generation fighters. They are asking for a prisoner exchange, but their demands are higher than we’re willing to go. That being said, these pilots have top secret clearance and know information that we cannot allow to be… extracted from them. We need air support for the mission, and you have been requested specifically,” Beegee finished off his speech with the press of a button, which illuminated the screen behind Maverick.

Three images faced him, one of a young man, he was sturdy looking, built and had a strong face. He reminded Maverick of a pitbull. The picture next to him was of a young woman, she was about Rooster’s age, if not slightly younger. She had a confidence that only came natural to certain people, and he could practically feel charisma oozing from her. But he could tell she wasn’t cocky about it just from looking at her picture. He’d imagine that they might get along if he had the pleasure to meet her. Perhaps he could introduce her to Hangman.

On the screen below the two ID images was a slightly grainy picture, but it was horrifying all the same. Both of the pilots were held by the back of their shirts, and they were beaten to a pulp. Despite the perceived durability of the young man in the photo above, he looked absolutely terrified in the one below. The young woman seemed to remain strong despite the damage done to her body and her face; in fact, her expression was hard, twisted with the will to endure her circumstances. The photo reminded him of a seller’s listing, for an item. They were not items, these were human beings. It took Maverick a minute to tear his eyes away from the gruesome image.

“Where are they?” he asked, voice quiet from the shock. The images were replaced with a map, highlighting the enemy base involved.

“Boxer and Mayhem are right about here, we believe. The base is heavily monitored by 5th generation fighters. We would like you and the reassembled Dagger Squadron to take on the task of air support, most likely in the form of air to air combat, while a hostage retrieval takes place on the ground,” Scythe cut into the presentation, despite the vibe the old man gave, Maverick could see the worry beneath his face. These were his pilots, then?

“That’s possible, but I… I have to ask,” Maverick hesitated, his mind reeling, “why us? Why me? I’m in the Navy not the Air Force…”

That’s when the woman, who Mav believed was named Emily, burst into tears. When she stood to leave the room, his bewilderment must have shown, because Scythe pursed his lips together; eventually and reluctantly, he spoke.

“You’ve been called in with the expectation that you will complete this mission because you have motivation that no other team leader could have here,” he stated firmly, but Maverick was still so lost.

“Maverick,” Beegee spoke up, his voice was delicate; like if he spoke too harshly the man in front of him would turn to dust, “You’ve been called in because Mayhem is your daughter.”

Maverick blinked, then he blinked again, and once more before opening his mouth to speak. Nothing came out.

I have a daughter? How is that possible? She’s Emily’s daughter? Does she know? How could I have not known? Why wasn’t I told? I’m a father?

“Maverick!” Beegee called him back to reality, worry written all over his face. When the Captain made eye contact with him he continued, “I know this is a shock, and I would like you to be able to work through it, but we simply do not have the time, I’m so sorry. We need you to reassemble the squadron immediately.”

All he could do was nod, and when he was dismissed he stepped out into the hallway. Lifting his eyes, he saw Emily sobbing in the middle of the hall. He pointed a weak, accusatory finger at her.

“You– she– Why didn’t you tell me?” Despite his shock, his voice was stern. She went to speak, but he held up his hand, “No– no let’s not do this right now… I have to– I have to go assemble the squadron.” He brushed past her, and she only cried harder, and he could hear her mumbling something. He needed some air, and he needed to call someone.

*****

“I have a daughter.”

“WHat?!” Rooster choked on whatever he was drinking, and coughing filled the other end of the phone line. Maverick had no idea what to do, and the only person he could call about this was Bradley. He nodded, despite the Lieutenant not being able to see him through the cell phone.

“I know,” was all he could squeak out.

“Listen Mav, if you want to be a part of her life you can do that. I’m sure she’d be happy to have you as a dad,” he reassured. Mav took a shaky breath.

“That’s the problem. I have to call the Daggers back together for a mission. She’s a POW in enemy territory right now, and the Navy and the Air Force want air support on this mission,” he explained, and Rooster inhaled sharply, “I feel like the room’s spinning, Bradley.”

“Okay, well sit down, don’t pass out!” he demanded, and Mav did as he was told. “Okay, look, the fact is the mission needs to be completed first. Her safety comes first. You can’t be a part of her life if there’s no life to be a part of,” Maverick grimaced at Bradley’s words, but they were true, “so do what you need to do, and you can worry about it later, Mav.”

“Yeah… Yeah that is true.”

“I’ve got to pack. I’ll see you tomorrow and we can figure it out,” he sighed, and Maverick slumped against the wall, closing his eyes for some semblance of peace.

“Alright, talk to you later, Rooster.”

Maverick looked up and stared into the fluorescent light, he had no idea how someone’s life could change so drastically in a matter of hours. Not only did he have a daughter, but if this mission wasn’t successful, he would never get to meet her. He was not only confused, but he was starting to get angry. Maverick was a flight risk, pun not intended, and he had commitment issues, that was pretty much a fact. But never, ever, would he have neglected a child who needed care and love. Never. Especially if it was his own child. He knew what it was like to grow up without parents, he never wanted that for any other child. Not a day goes by that he doesn’t kick himself for putting Bradley through that. Did she even know who he was? Did her mother spend her entire life telling her he was a deadbeat? Would she even want him in her life? His head hurt. Why couldn’t he have been there?

Rooster was right. He couldn’t figure anything else out unless he could speak to her face to face. He had to focus on the mission first and foremost, then he could worry about it all later. He had a job to do.

He had to get his daughter and her wingman home safely.

#hangman top gun #hangman imagine #hangman #hangman fic #hangman x reader #jake seresin #jake hangman seresin #jake seresin x reader #top gun #topgunmaverick #top gun x reader #maverick

673 notes · View notes

staysluttymyfriends97 · 2 years

Text

Im giving this a try and I have never been so scared

Soo.... I have made a thing. A one shot if you will. I have never done this before I have only really been the person who gave out ideas, never been the one to write it out. So with that being said be nice to me. And there will be selling erros you can of course thank my dyslexia for that one lol

This is a Henry cavil one shot of course

Part Two

Henry Cavil X actress!Reader

Warnings: description of sex (nothing super crazy, its in a memory)

I check the time once more after stepping out of the bathroom. It was 8:45pm. I have 15 minutes of free time before I want to go to bed. Having a full day of press was draining me and an early bedtime is my gift to myself. Even though I know I will be spending that free time down that rabbit hole that is tik tok. I could already predict I was going to be seeing a lot of edits of myself in interview from today. The knock on my door pulls me from my never ending thoughts on how I really think today's press went . I look down at my phone to see that it is indeed 8:47pm. With a grunt I walk to the door to see who it could be . I had asked everyone on my press team , for no updates on tomorrow's schedule after 8:30, even when I had a feeling it was going to be for nothing. I didn't want to think it would only take 15 minutes for them to find something that they felt was “need to know”. I desperately don’t want to go over anything new. My social battery has run dry today. The thought of one more talk about tomorrow's full day will make me cry. I am worn out, worn down and ready for bed. I already have it in my head. I'm going to give the okay on anything they say to me. An interview on the moon? Sure, go book the flight. I will say whatever gets me to bed faster. I swing the door open expecting to see someone from my team standing there ,its normally Jess, ready to give me bad news. Who I wasn’t expecting to see was Zendaya. She has a look on her face I can't quite place. “Whats wrong Tom say something stupid again?” I gave a light chuckle after hopping to break the worried look I could see building on her face. She pushes past me without saying a word. My eyebrows knot as I am trying to put together how to proceed with the sustion. “No by all means come in,” I called back to her as I peak my head into the hallway fully expecting to see Tom running after her down the hotel hallway. I walk back into my room to see her pacing around the foot of my bed. Now I'm starting to worry. After two Spiderman movies together and many other projects I have never seen her this worked up. She was ,for the most part, a very unflappable friend. Anything you said to her ,no matter how direr ,was taken on with an air of confidence . One could feel like nothing was going to go wrong once talking something out with her. No stunt was too crazy, no scene was too hard. Her confidence was just there ready to be poured into you.

“Zen you are going to have to tell me what's going on” I say to her as I walk over, placing my hands on her shoulder getting her to stop her moving around. “I told your team I was the one who wanted to tell you this. But I don't know how to tell you this” she moved so she is looking at me head on now. “Well Doesn't that just make me feel warm and cozy?” hearing myself sound so sarcastic off the jump i add “Sorry, as you were saying.”

“I’m trying to be serious here Y/n.” her tone was a little more urgent this time. “Well knock it off, you're making me nervous and sarcasm is all I got.” I tell her as I move to sit on the edge of my bed. The way she is acting and how she sounds, makes me feel like I will need to be sitting for whatever is coming next. “You are acting like something really bad is about to happen so just take it from the top please.”I tell her as I cross my legs in my lap. Getting myself even more ready for whatever is going on.

She leans back so she is sitting on top of the dresser behind her. Then she lets out a deep sigh as she looks upward, then moves her focus back to me. “So me and Tom were looking over who was going to be a guest with us on the show tomorrow. Because they sent a last minute email saying who it would be ” I stop her before she can move on.

“ What show? The Graham Norton show?” I ask. “Yes, the Graham Norton show” Zen rushed out the answer.

“It should be only me, you and Tom. Because I was the last add on they needed to feel all the seats ,” I told her this as it was a matter of fact. Even though I know she is about to tell me my facts are wrong. She let out another deep breath, giving me the feeling she was starting to get annoyed with my two interruptions so far. “Well yes Y/N, that was 2 hours ago. There has been a last minute addition.”

With that she stopped moving, and speaking. For a moment it looked like she stopped breathing as well. She was looking at me like I was supposed to know who it was just by seeing her in distress. “Am I to guess who it is?”I tried my best to make my voice sound calm. Her uneasiness was all starting to come together. My brain put together that there was only one person who could stress her out like this. My mind was also putting together her stress wasn’t for herself, it was for me. “It’s him Y/N”. I need more from her. I need her to say his name. “Why?” was the only question my brain could come up with. I didn’t want her to say the “who” yet. I needed more time. I hope by the end of this answer I will be ready. “His Netflix show. And the whole thing about having a DC superhero in the same room and a marvel superhero.” I know now it could only be that one person. “ In a world of Hims Zen, I am going to need you to say it.” For the first time tonight she broke eye contact with me. That was all I really needed to know that I was right. The need for her to say his name so I don't have to is to much. I need it to be said out loud. “It's Henry,” she let out a breath this time that sounded more like a sign of relief. Like she didn't have to keep it in anymore, the hard part was over for her. My head was reeling just by his name alone. I was trying my best to keep my face even. I have to act like this wasn't getting to me. Like I didn't think that his name alone was enough to bring me to my knees, what was tomorrow going to be like. In the same room. Breathing the same air. I don’t want her to see how much just his name affected me. I know that if I showed that I was upset, she would stay with me all night. As much as I loved her I didn't want her to see me like that again. Last time was too much for the both of us. “Thank you for telling me.” I move to get up from my spot on the bed. Taking my hand she pulls on it a bit to get me to look up at her. When my eyes meet I can see she is about to say something so I stop her before she does. “I’m going to be okay. Everything will be fine.” I couldn't quite tell if I am saying that for her or for me. I am going to be okay. I am going to be just fine. I will see him tomorrow, I will live through it. “Y/N/N do lie to me to get me out of here faster so you can cry on your own.” I breathe in deep. I should have seen it coming that she wasn't going to believe me. “It was just six months ago you showed up at my doorstep crying so hard you couldn't breathe right.” I didn’t want to correct her but my need to make this sucation funny got the best of me. “It was Tom’s mothers doorstep. You just happened to be there.” She gave me a leveling stair. “ You know you are proving my point right now, right?” I knew this, yes. So all I did was nod my head. “Please, I want to be alone. I also don’t want to be rude because you are being the best friend any girl could ask for right now.” I know she knows I meant it . I needed to say it anyway. “Go back to your boyfriend's room because that's where you were when you got the news. And just be with him. I will see you in the morning. Most likely with eyes so puffy the make-up team will hate me.” There goes my trying to be funny again. Zendaya didn't let go of my hand or make any kind of move. “I mean it, go. I will be fine.” She got it this time. She started to move to the door. Zendaya turned back to me before she reached up for the handle. “I will be in my room if you need me.” I started to shake my head. “ Don’t do that. Go back to him . I'm in no mood to leave this room.” She gave me a nod before she finally made her leave. I know it was hurting her to not stay with me so she could “help me”. I am in no mood to be helped. Six months ago my heart was ripped out of my chest. I grab my phone then make my way around the room turning every light off. I use my phone to light my way back to the bed. I lay on my back in the dark. I know I will not be able to sleep just yet . So I just stare up at the ceiling. And just like most nights when I can not sleep I hear his voice. “I just don’t feel the same way you do”. It's like an echo that keeps repeating. Over and over. This time I allow myself to think about before that moment. Not to think about the words said that morning. Just to think of that night. I close my eyes so I can see it. So I can see myself laughing with his family. So I can remember that feeling of belonging there. To see the look on his mom's face every time she catches him looking at me. The joy she had in her eyes. The way she would pull me aside to tell me the name of her mother and grandmother “Just in case” she would always say then give me a wink. I push past the sadness of never getting to see his family again. To not talk to his mom again.I just need to get past that. I fight with my brain just a little longer till I can see it. Like an out of body experience I can see it. Me just standing there in this childhood bedroom. Watching him as he takes pillows off his bed so he can sleep on the floor. “Hen don’t I can sleep on the floor. Plus I heard all the kids are going to want you to play ball with them tomorrow so you don't need to have a sore back.” he made no move to stop. Full of some kind of courgette I walk to him and take the pillows out of his hand.

“We can share the bed, the world won't end if we do.” My eyes shoot open as I remember my own words. Man was I wrong. I take in the dark room around me.

This wasn't the part I wanted to relive. I close my eyes again. I need the moment after that. I needed it when I got him to lay in the same bed as me. Then because once again my brain was trying to help me I was there. I could see it. Him and I layed face to face.

Even in a darken room I knew he was looking at me. After six years of just being his friend with two of those years being so in love with him it hurt. I was there with him. I would have been just fine if this is how it stayed. If he made no move farther than that. I take a deep breath in as I remember feeling the air change between us. I move my own hand to my cheek as I try to remember how his hand felt when he did the same. If there was one feeling I want to have for the rest of my life it was the feeling of his hand on cheek as he moved his thumb slowly against it. He was stroking my face so softly I remember closing my eyes so I could focus just on that. Then the true turn happened. He moved his thumb ever so slowly to my lips. It just took one swipe across my bottom lip for me to inhale deeply. With the exhale was a whimper of “Please”. That's all it took before his lips found mine. I curse at myself for not remembering how every second went after that. I can remember the pull of clothes and them being dropped to the floor. I can remember him on top of him. I can remember the look of question he gave me before he fully pushed into me. How I bucked my hips up to him, my way of begging. That smile that went across his face. The moan let out once he was fully in. That feeling of his hand covering my mouth. I can remember his whispers of “keep your eyes on me” “please do close your eyes” and it gets me every time I think about it. “That’s my girl”. He kept saying it and my response was the same every time, my hands would tighten whatever part of him I was holding. Then my brain brings me to the part of that night that confuses me the most. The part of us just holding each other. No words just my head on his chest with him rubbing shapes onto my back with his fingertips. As I fell asleep I heard the words “that’s it, I got you”.

I jolt back up in bed. Why on earth would he say that? Why would he say he got me when in fact did not get me. I check my phone to see how long I have been stuck in my day dream. 9:30. Well this has been the shortest amount of time I have been stuck in my thoughts thinking about that night. So I will call this a win. I lay down with a hugh. I try to keep my brain on the night not the morning. I have come to the fact, after 6 months of this, I would rather go to bed confused and horny than sad and feeling alone. But, as with most nights my brain can’t help itself. It can see it. Me telling him I love him. That I have been in love with him for years. Telling him that last night was everything I have ever wanted and needed. That I wanted to spend the rest of my night with that feeling. I can see him standing there, every part of him looked like he was about to say the same thing. Every part but his mouth. That stupid part of him that told me “Don’t, Just Please don’t, We can’t” His eyes that have always given him away was scream that he loved me back, but his mouth was getting in the way of that. With that I ran. I didn't want to hear any lie he was about to come up with.

With that last part of the story done, I close my eyes, falling into a, hopefully , dreamless sleep.

Tada!!! And she is done. There will be a part two I just wanted to get this one out of the way. If you have any questions please let me know. And please if you like or even love it share it with your friend and of course give it a like.

Have a good day all!! And thank you for reading!

#henry cavill fanfiction #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill smut #henry cavill fanfic #herny cavill

441 notes · View notes

witchthewriter · 1 year

Photo

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐨𝐀 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐝 𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

a/n: thank you to the wonderful person who requested this! What a brilliant idea, thank you so much xx oh and ... I kind of write between past and future tense, I apologise...

Warnings: some swears

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

𝐵𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦: There’s built-up tension between you and the Sons. You’re a key player in a new business deal, putting you at risk. While travelling, you pair have to spend the night at a motel, which is fine, until you find out that the room only has one bed.

𝐉𝐚𝐱

・He’s playful about the situation. A mischievous grin on his tanned, handsome face.

・But inside, he’s yearning so badly for you

・And you’re yearning the same

・At first he says you can take the bed, and he’ll sleep on the couch or something. “Hey, even the tub works for me darlin’-”

・But you shook your head and smiled. “Jax, just sleep in the goddamn bed.”

・You know that cheeky grin he does? Yeah he did exactly that and butterflies erupted in your stomach

・While you’re lying in bed, with the lights out, and the room quiet, you know Jax isn’t asleep

・ “You awake?” You whisper, turning around to face him

・He grinned at you, “Nah,” he replied

・Jax had taken his shirt off and you only wore a baggy shirt and pyjama shorts. Taking a chance, you reached out and started tracing the black ink on his bare skin.

・There was a lingering heaviness in the air. Sexual tension. A desperate need.

・He read something in your eyes, and you read the same in his.

・It took everything in you two not to come together. To connect in the way that you wanted. So you both said nothing and rolled over, as in silent agreement.

・But in the morning, you awoke before him. Your body was on top of his, your head resting against his chest, listening to his heartbeat

𝐎𝐩𝐢𝐞

・Gave a stiff laugh and looked to see your reaction

・After a few seconds he shrugged and said he liked sleeping on the floor (a complete lie, and it’s the floor because he’s too big for the couch)

・Took a lot of persuading for him to sleep in the same bed. He didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable or disrespected.

・But you really wanted him to be next to you. You felt like this was your one chance, to ... get to the next level. Not that you would push him to do anything. You just knew this was your chance

・When the moon was high in the sky, Opie kicked off his shoes and flicked through the tv channels. He came to a Disney movie, one that his kids adored

・“Don’t judge. Disney is pretty important in my household.” His beanie was off and with each word his gold tooth flashed

・”Hey, you’ll get no judgement from me,” you chuckled lightly, thinking of all the weirder shit you’ve encountered.

・You were both sitting against the headboard, shoulders touching. Neither of you were underneath the blanket, the air was too warm, and Opie gave off a lot of heat

・You spoke here and there, commenting on the movie. When certain scenes came on, you watched as Opie mimed the words. “Op, how many times have your kids watched this damn movie?”

・ “I don’t think that number exists.”

・He opens up a lot when he’s around you. Opie is actually a very witty guy when he’s comfortable.

・But you both fell asleep eventually. Your head on his shoulder and his head was against the wall.

・Throughout the night you both had wormed your way around the bed. You lay with your head ontop of his chest, and his arms were wrapped firmly around you

𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐬

・“I’ll take the couch, sweetheart,” Chibs stated in his Scottish accent. You really didn’t want him to, but the tall Scot always had an air of authority around him

・He wouldn’t let you get your own bags, and carried all of them in from the car.

・You watched as he checked the bullets in each gun and sorted out which route to take

・You loved listening to Chibs talk. He had a way of telling the most brilliant stories.

・ “Tell me a tale, Telford.” He peered over at you, sitting on the bed. The night had grown late and you were too nervous to sit in silence.

・ “Aye, well there was a time back in Scotland-”

・You patted the space next to you and wriggled over so he had room to lay down.

・ Chibs talked all night. Well, until you fell asleep against his arm.

・When he noticed you were in dream land, he didn’t move for a while. He moved the hair from your face and smiled down at you

・Then he put you to bed. Taking off your shoes and tucking you in.

・He didn’t sleep in the bed beside you. Chibs made sure everything was locked and shut, before he too made himself comfortable on the floor, facing the door.

𝐓𝐢𝐠

・“Big spoon, or little spoon?”

・Playful, teasing and completely honest. He wanted to sleep next to you so badly

・Tig often daydreamed of sleeping beside you. You wrapped in his arms, asleep while the sun filtered through the window.

・He was joking but not really

・You just pushed his arm and scoffed (with a smile though)

・You knew you were safe with Tig, but he was a very mischievous man. He wouldn’t try anything to make you uncomfortable, but he was hard to resist.

・It took everything in you not to feel ... needy. You read a book, turned on the tv, looked out the window and all the while, you could feel his eyes staring at you.

・ “Tig-”

“Huh?” He quickly lifted up the newspaper and opened it in front of his face. “I’m reading, what do you want?”

・You smiled at his ruse. He knew you knew he was staring at you

・ It was hard to keep a straight face whenever Tig Trager was in the room

・ “Your newspaper is upside down.”

“Obviously ...I like it that way...”

・He let you take the bed, and even though he stretched out on the couch, you beckoned him over

・The next morning, you awoke with Tig as the big spoon, nuzzling in your hair

𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲

・“I’ll take the floor.”

・His response was instant, without question. The couch barely sat two people, so he’d be too cramped laying on it.

・He had been a bit off with you for the past week. No joking around or deep conversations like you used to have

・You had no idea, but it was because of this situation. Clay had chosen him to protect you, and his feelings had grown so much.

・ “You don’t have to,” you replied, turning to look at Happy, who was holding onto your bags. There was a hint of sadness in your voice, because you missed being so close to Happy

・ You thought he said something like “I do.”

・With the few hours that you spent in the room, he warmed to you again. Forgetting his emotional wall and opening up.

・You were both watching tv on the bed, a crappy reality show, and you both couldn’t stop laughing

・ “I can’t believe people sometimes,” you said while laughing

“Man, neither can I. Those types of people only want one thing: attention.”

・This opened a deep conversation about people, life and humanity.

・You looked over at the clock at it was nearly 2:30am.

・Happy saw as well, and started to get ready to go to sleep. He kicked his shoes off, and took a few pillows from the couch and put them on the floor

・No matter how many times you offered a place on the bed, he wouldn’t take it

𝐉𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐞

・Is immediately flustered when looking at the limited space. He was holding every single piece of luggage (you wanted to help but he wouldn’t let you.)

・You shrugged and started taking the bags out of his hands while his blush reddened

・ “I prefer the side closest to the window,” you said simply

・He said you take the bed, and if you want, you can take the room. “It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve slept outside,” he said it in his usual cheery voice. But you could tell there was something underneath those words.

・It became like a sleepover so quickly.

・Juice knew it would be boring, so he brought a board game (and hid it obviously because the guys would think it was unneeded weight)

・”Oh! you brought Monopoly?!” He let you choose the figurine you wanted (ever the gentleman)

・You played literally all night. And it wasn’t until the birds tweeted in the morning, with the sunlight glowing through the breaks in the curtain.

・ “Shit, its morning,” he stated, looking at you with wide eyes

・You just laughed, and so did he

367 notes · View notes

insomniac-astronomer · 2 years

Text

Nick Nelson x Reader: Bad Days

Welp I've read heartstopper twice now and got actually triggered by Charlie's ed. So yeah. That really sucks. It was helping my depression and loneliness till I wasn't eating. So. Here we are.

Fuck my brain, I hate it.

Literally wrote this after taking sleeping pills so idk how this turned out, gotta read it again later.

Description: Reader is having a really bad day with their ed, Nick helps.

Gender: neutral! no pronouns used

WARNINGS: talking about ed (not eating) in detail

NOT INTENDED TO ROMANTICIZE EDs. As heartstopper put it, love can't cure a mental illness. Additionally, YOU DO NOT WANT AN ED OR A MENTAL ILLNESS. They suck. Whatever picture you have painted of it, you don't see everything else.

I promise it's not worth triggering yourself to read this ❤️

*not my gif* UGH LOOK AT THAT BOI, MURDER ME

You feel mopey. Like, for some reason that's the only way to describe it. You've had an awful day. In health class, you had to list--in great detail--your body type versus your eating and exercising habits.

The hunger from lunch pangs nicely in your stomach. That feeling is familiar. The lightheadedness is almost comforting now.

You fight between the thoughts of "don't pass out," "this feel nice," "I'm being ridiculous," and "you don't deserve food."

You glance over at your best friend (and crush), Nick. He is focused on something on his phone. You glance back out of the window, torn between being happy he doesn't notice your unusual behavior and selfishly wanting him to see.

When the bus pulls up to the stop by Nick's house, you both step out. He gives you one of those smiles you adore as you both begin to head to his house.

Once in his bedroom, you flop dramatically onto the floor. You feel the air conditioning biting at your exposed arms.

"Its freezing in here!" You whine.

Nick laughs. "Here," something lands on the ground next to you. One of his hoodies.

You muster the energy to sit up and put it on, hugging the warmth and totally not his smell close to you.

He sits on the ground next to you.

"Want a snack?" He nudges your shoulder.

You shake your head. "I'm alright."

"Really?" He leans forward so he can see your face. "You didn't eat lunch."

You shrug. "Not hungry."

Nick sighs and a strained silence settles between you two.

"You know," he finally breaks the tension, "there's no one else here. No one will see if you eat anything."

"I'll see," you whisper. It's quiet enough you didn't think he would hear it, but he did.

"You deserve to eat something. Despite what your brain says."

For the first time since getting to his house, you look at him. "Since when do you know so much about I'm thinking?"

"Since I thought you might have an eating disorder." He looks away.

"Aw," it escapes. It sounds a little condescending in a way you didn't want. "I'm glad you care."

He takes you hands and you look at him, the light humor you had been holding on to disappearing.

"I don't know if anyone's ever told you, but I think you're very pretty and you can eat food if you need to. And you do need to. And you can always talk to me if you need."

For a moment, you focus on the floor, not sure how to respond. "Thanks," you whisper, throat blocked by tears.

"I'm gonna get you some food, okay?"

You feel a twinge of stress in your chest. "I just . . . can't today. I'm sorry."

"That's okay. I'm gonna get it anyway in case you want it."

You give him a little smile. Once he is gone, you feel a couple tears fall on your cheeks. You quickly wipe them away. You're greatful that he cares, no one's every really cared about you before. Like that. Like they really want to make you believe what they're saying.

Nick returns with a plate with some fruit on it. He sets the plate between the two of you. He pulls out his laptop and starts scouring for a movie to watch, mindlessly eating some grapes while he does so.

Your fingers twitch as you desperately want to take some fruit, too. You watch the way he doesn't think twice about anything he consumes and it almost comforts you for some reason. You take a strawberry and twist it in your hand for a moment, then you bite into it.

The sweetness fills your mouth, stronger than you've ever tasted due to your complete fasting in the last 12+ hours.

Nick must have noticed because he gives you a giant smile.

You smile back and reach for more food. Maybe it won't be so bad to eat tonight. Thanks to this dorky boy.

Thx for reading, don't steal. Go eat something my loves ❤️, Nick wants you to.

Buy me a coffee?

#nick nelson x reader #nick nelson #heartstopper #nick heartstopper #fanfictions #fanfic

802 notes · View notes

leeeeeeeeech · 8 months

Text

Desperate Measures

( Beej is attempting to haunt a pretty boring breather. Unfortunately for him, they are very dumb. He gets frustrated, hilarity ensues.)

For years, my life has followed a monotonous routine. Wake up, go to work, come home, eat, and then repeat it all over again. It's not a particularly exciting life, but it is mine, and I have grown accustomed to its predictability. However, recently, strange occurrences had begun to disrupt this routine.

One morning, while preparing my usual breakfast of toast and eggs, I experienced something bizarre. My old toaster, which had seen better days, suddenly acted as if it had received an upgrade from a sci-fi movie. It hummed and sputtered, and to my amazement, two slices of toast levitated out of it. They hung in mid-air, their once white surfaces now blackened and smoking. I found myself staring in disbelief, my outstretched hand halted just inches from the hovering toast. As quickly as they had risen, the slices dropped to the counter with a thud.

Weird.

Shaken by the strange event, I decided to write it off as a momentary lapse of sanity. Maybe I was more tired than I thought? I shrugged, ate the burnt toast, and continued with my day.

My next task was grocery shopping, the highlight of today's events. I stepped into my car, which had seen better days, much like my toaster, and started the engine. As I drove, I couldn't help but notice a peculiar vehicle in my rearview mirror—a neon green Volkswagen Beetle with bold black stripes. It was a distraction waiting to happen, and I couldn't fathom why someone would drive such a garish car.

Arriving at the grocery store, I grabbed a shopping cart without much thought. But as I gripped the cart's handle, something caught my eye. The metal bar at the front, which had always been plain and unremarkable, now bore black stripes, just like the Beetle. And etched into the metal were two initials, "BJ."

Okay, can't write this one off as a coincidence. The letters were a strange choice, and I tried not to think about the obvious acronym those letters could stand for. I tried my best to remain calm and finish up my shopping.

After I checked out and drove home, the evening was back to its monotonous self. I prepared dinner for one, and sat down in the living room to watch a show. As soon as the TV flicked on, it was already on a TV show I didn't recognize. A green-haired man stood alone on a completely white set. He wore a strange suit with the same bold stripes I've been seeing all day. Just as I reached for the remote, the man started to speak.

"Is there something strange in your neighborhood? Something weird that you can't explain?" There was a very long pause, and for a moment it felt like the man was looking straight at me.

"Who should you call? Well me of course! Just call this number below!"

I stared at the screen. It felt like all the strange events of the day were converging. I watched as the man on the TV grinned, showing unnaturally sharp teeth as the number flashed across the screen.

"This isn't just a commercial, is it?" I question aloud, my voice practically quivering. I gasped as the man on the screen winked in response. His dark eyes twinkled with an other-worldly mischief that sent shivers down my spine.

In a panic I decided to turn off the TV and just go to bed. This was all way too strange for my liking, and I needed a break from the bizarre events that had unfolded throughout the day. Maybe a good night's rest would help me regain my grip on reality.

As I headed to my bedroom, my steps sluggish and my mind still racing, I could hear the TV flick back on. I froze in my tracks, my heart pounding as the familiar commercial continued to play. It was as if the man's voice refused to be silenced.

"OH COME ON!" His voice boomed from the living room, a mixture of frustration and desperation.

I clenched my fists, my patience wearing thin. This was beyond anything I had ever encountered. I wanted nothing more than to escape this unsettling situation, but it seemed that the situation had other plans.

"I KNOW YOU CAN HEAR MEEEE." The voice grew louder, more insistent, echoing through the house.

I walked back into the living room, and stared the man down.

"What do you want?" I asked, my voice quivering with a mixture of fear and frustration. I just wanted this nightmare to be done with, to return to the life I had known, where toasters toasted bread and commercials were just commercials.

The man on the TV remained silent for a beat, his dark eyes locked onto mine, unblinking. It was as if he could see into the depths of my soul.

And then, his voice emanated from the TV once more, a sly, almost seductive tone. "Just say my name."

I blinked, disbelief washing over me. "What?" I stammered, my mind reeling. Now, I was certain that this had to be a dream, a bizarre and twisted dream that I desperately wanted to wake up from.

The man's lips curled into a mischievous grin, and he leaned in closer to the screen. "Say my name," he repeated, his words carrying a weight of anticipation.

---------

This is already pretty long, so I'll make a part two!

#beetlejuice x reader #beetlejuice #my writing #i'm slowly figuring out my writing style haha #wrote this at 2 in the morning on a whim

37 notes · View notes

sunnydayroleplay · 1 year

Note

Hi hi hey! Hru doing? Jack, Joseph, and Jean reacting to Y/N innocently spreading their legs as they sit down on the couch, only for them to grab the remote underneath said couch. Hopefully this made sense -w- Thank you so very much ehe :3

Hey Hi! I'm doin' great, yourself? You are one thirsty baby aren't cha? 3 at a time? Surprised you didn't want more~ Well, prepare for a ride my dear, buckle those seat-belts! This car is zoomin'! Contents inside: Soft, soft NSFW...to an extent. That's basically how I can describe it. ____________________________________________________________

-Jack-

It's late in the afternoon, the sun is beginning to set, and the sky turned into all sorts of sweet, soothing colors. The clouds just freshly wispy, and the mood mellow. Jack sat on your living room couch, his legs straight in front of him, his posture slouched. For once he wasn't cleaning up even the slightest of dust from the window sills, but he was relaxing. Soft music played from a radio you bought at your nearby thrift store that Jack seemed to put great interest in. He hummed along to his favorite tunes, his eyes closed and his head resting back. You thought it was cute how he didn't seem to have an idea of what was going on around him when he was in his own little world. Apart from you, of course. You decided that you wanted to watch a movie, and so you looked around the general area to find where you placed that 8 inch, black slim remote of yours. No matter where your head turned, or how many times you retraced your steps, you could not find that darn thing in under 5 minutes. So, you do what any average person would do. Look underneath everything. You look underneath a few tables, inside your bed and laundry baskets, inside of drawers in the kitchen. And when the time came for you to check underneath the couch, you sat down in front of Jack. He lifted his head up to look at you. "Sunshine? What are you-"

Jack's cheeks flush softly as you place your hands on his knees, and spread open his legs. You look up at him for only a brief moment, before going underneath the couch, and pulling out that pesky remote that just keeps running away. Jack was a bit disappointed, and he very obviously pouted at you when you emerged back to his knee level. "[...], I think I need help with something~" He looks away, his face even more red, you teased him so badly, and now you better apologize~ Biting his lower lip, he let out a low groan and a breathly whimper. Now you better take care of him~

-Joseph-

The night sky was dark, the air's winter breeze blew cold. No matter how high the temperature on the heater was set, it was always send goosebumps everywhere on your skin. Joseph sat on the couch staring into nothing but his own thoughts. He had you laying your head in his lap, his hands within your hair. You snuggled up against his warm and strong thighs, mumbling softly on how nice he caressed the back of your neck, and massaged your shoulders. He enjoyed whenever the two of you hung out like this. Nothing to bother you two, no work, no one calling or texting you, just pure wholesomeness and contentment between you and Joseph. Joseph brought up the idea that maybe you two should watch a movie to end this night on a different note, not that he doesn't appreciate doing nothing with you. You got up from your nice set of fluffed up pillows, and you searched around for a familiar device. The most logical thing to do was to search where the remotes's always been hidden every other time you lost it. Underneath the couch's dark dark abyss. Collecting dust, random socks, and other random things you swept underneath when you got too lazy to pick it up. You got onto your knees in front of Joseph. He looked down in front of you, his legs bouncing up and down and faster the longer you sat down in front of him. His face heated up pretty quickly. His face held such a look of desperation, and he only wanted what he thought was coming next. You looked up at him, inching closer and closer, only to duck under, your face almost pressed against the cold floors, as you reached underneath the dusty couch to pull out that sweet device you were looking for. "Something wrong, Joey?" "Yeah, there is~" "What's up?" "Darlin' I'll tell you what's up~" He pulled you by the collar of your shirt. His lips were pressed against the your ear, as he growled out his needs. You could feel your own face flush as he licked the tips of your ear, nibbling on them gently, then pulling his mouth way. His arms were leaned against the couch, he spread his legs just a little wider. You could catch the hint, and he was so happy you did~

-Jean-

Jean was unfortunately working at home. Now, with Jean working, he's not one to enjoy much conversation or other "distractions", mainly for the reason that he just wants to get his said work over with, and nothing to get in the way. Even if it means not talking to you. With a lengthy, heavy weighted script in his left hand, a bright pink highlighter in the other, highlighting the character's name 'Rory' and any other lines that he had to memorize. He had you sitting in his lap, your legs wrapped around his lower back, and your arms wrapped around his waist as your head rested on his warm shoulders, your nose tucked inside his neck. You didn't say anything as to not bother his working process of trying to memorize every single line in the god awful adult version of an elementary school multiplication packet. You just sat down waiting for him to finish so you could talk to him and have his attention on you instead of the cream colored pages stapled together. Jean groaned in distress as he slammed the script shut onto the floor beside the couch, throwing the pink highlighter with it. He rubbed his eyes tiredly, you got up from resting your head down and you face him. "I'm done with this shit." "Are you sure baby?" "I ain't in the mood to figure out the rest of them damn lines. How 'bout we just watch a movie?" You held onto Jean's soft, soft face. Gently rubbing his freckled cheeks. You got up and began your journey of searching for a certain object that has the job of turning on the T.V for the both of your entertainment. You flip over a few couch cushions, or you look behind the T.V itself, but you came up with nothing. Jean requested the idea of not needing to watch a movie, but just cuddle up next to you with the hopes the remote would pop up eventually. Shaking your head no, determined with the quest of finding the damned thing, You got on your knees, placing your hands on Jean's inner thighs, as you gave them a tight squeeze. He let out a low, quiet moan, as you slowly spread his legs. A sweet smile crept from his face, as his right hand pushed back his hair. His head tilted and his back arched. He was so needy, and you were so mean for ducking right in between his ankles, to search under the couch's dark shadows to pull out the remote you needed. When you got back up, remote in hand, Jean was not happy. His arms were crossed, and his face in a pout , he eyed you. Looking you up and down. He crossed his legs, and you let out a soft giggle. You made his way back on his lap, as he grabbed your waist roughly, gently biting your collar bones and neck.

"You're not leaving until I say you are, you hear?"

"Y-Yes honey~"

#jacktor #sdj jack #sdj jacktor #sdj joseph #sunny day jack #swwsdj #somethings wrong with sunny day jack #sunny day jack roleplay #sunny day jack joseph #sdj jean #sunny day jack jean

132 notes · View notes

taizi · 1 year

Text

give me something that’ll haunt me when you’re not around

chapter two: stuck on the thought of you

rise of the tmnt pairing: leoichi (leonardo / usagi yuichi) word count: 2k title borrowed from sunroof by nicky youre and dazy post-movie

(previous) (next)

read on ao3

Yuichi lasts another whole day before his scraped-together willpower completely fails him. Okay, half a day. At work he approaches Sunita in that lull between the lunch and dinner rush while she’s folding linens for the tables and makes his daring move.

Her phone is propped up against the napkin holder, playing a music video by a human performer Yuichi is unfamiliar with. Sunita is bopping along to it and doesn’t notice Yuichi until he’s standing directly in front of her.

When she does, she jumps about a foot in the air, yelping loud enough that a few of their coworkers on the other side of the dining room turn and shoot them judgemental looks.

“I’m so sorry!” Yuichi fumbles. He’s constantly accidentally sneaking up on people, but just watch him try to sneak out of the house on purpose to go joy-riding with Chizu and Kitsune. He gets caught nine times out of ten, usually before he’s even halfway out his window. It’s a joke.

“Ugh, I spend all my time with ninjas these days and I still get spooked,” Sunita says, patting her chest where her heart must have leaped in surprise, but her tone is good-natured. “You’d think I’d be used to people popping up out of nowhere by now, with how often my girlfriend’s little brothers do it, but nope! Anyway, sorry, did you need something?”

“Uh, hi,” he says at length. To his alarm and dismay, he doesn’t actually know where to go from there. It’s very possible he didn’t think this through. “I mean, I just wanted to say hi.”

Sunita saves him with a smile, her visible eye crinkling with the force of it.

“Hi, Usagi,” she says brightly. “Lunch was wild, huh? Did you make good tips?”

“Yeah, actually. It almost made my ten-top worth it.”

His coworker laughs, commiserating the way only a fellow server possibly could, but her eyes drop back down to the napkins. She mentioned to him once that she has to split her focus constantly, to be sure not to leave slime residue behind on everything she touches.

Yuichi is finished with his side work for now, so he reaches for a stack of the linens and drags it across the table toward himself, settling in to help. Sunita seems happy to have his company and doesn’t mind leading the conversation, his brief, generally one-word contributions no deterrent at all. It’s always been easy to talk to her.

“Um, hey,” Yuichi says very casually when he’s bolstered enough courage. “I was wondering if you had Leonardo’s number? I don’t have it, and—it’s been awhile since I’ve seen him.”

“Oh!” To his immediate disappointment, Sunita looks apologetic. “Oh, I totally would, but it’s not really a good time? Things are kind of touchy right now.”

Yuichi focuses very hard on the napkin he’s folding because otherwise he’d probably stare at her as if he’s hanging off her every word, and that. Well that would make him seem desperate. And he’s not desperate.

“Because of the invasion?” he asks. His friend nods, her bubbly good cheer displaced.

“Yeah. It was really bad. I don’t know all the details but April and her boys were right in the thick of things. And after—well, after, Leo wasn’t doing too good. It was pretty scary. So his siblings sort of just closed ranks around him.” She slimes the napkin she’s holding and makes a face at it, balling it up in her hands. She finds another smile for Yuichi and adds, “Hey, how ‘bout this? I’ll text April and see what she thinks, okay? I’ll bet Leo would love to hear from a friend!”

Sunita is the best. He’s buying her boba tea after work tonight. And maybe, if she gets him Leo’s number, he'll buy her boba tea after work from now until the day they die.

Later that night, when he’s helping wash dinner dishes, Yuichi’s phone starts vibrating like it’s fighting for its life. When he checks it, he finds messages from Sunita rolling in. She’s a quintuple texter on a good day.

SUNA: hey ₍ᐢ. ̫.ᐢ₎ SUNA: good news!! SUNA: april says she’ll meet up with you tomorrow SUNA: you’re off right? i said you’d come to the restaurant SUNA: she has classes in the afternoon so it’ll have to be before 11

Yuichi notes right away that there was no mention of his potentially not meeting up with April tomorrow. He gets the feeling he doesn’t have a choice.

Usagi: That’s great. I’ll ask auntie but I should be free. SUNA: okay april will see you there at 10 am sharp !! Usagi: Thanks, Sunita. I owe you one. SUNA: no prob!! ☆૮꒰ˊᗜˋ* ꒱ა

The bunny emojis would rankle if they were sent by literally anyone else, but from her they manage to be adorable. Yuichi locks his phone and sets it face-down on the counter, then clears his throat.

Auntie glances at him, rubbing a sponge around the inside of a casserole dish. Two of his cousins are parked at the counter with coding manuals and coloring pages but two is better than the full audience of five, so Yuichi just goes for it.

“Would it be okay if I skipped my morning chores tomorrow?” he asks quickly. “I know the farmbatto still needs fixed but I promise I’ll get it done!”

“You stay far, far away from my robot,” cousin Botan says loudly without even deigning to look up at him, little seal point face buried in an unethically-sourced textbook thicker than Usagi’s arm. “It’s still holding a grudge from what you did to it last time.”

“It was an accident, and it was as much Momiji’s fault as mine!” Yuichi shoots back.

Momiji sends him a look of absolute betrayal, her russet-colored fur bristling in offense. “Was not! You were the one who said we should play samurai!”

“Alright, enough,” Auntie says with a clap of her hands that causes little dishsoap suds to scatter. Botan and Momiji both settle down, but considering they’re ten and six years old respectively, it’s not much of a victory. “Yuichi, what are you up to now?”

Yuichi twists the dishtowel in his hands. “Uhhhhh, so you know—you know Leonardo?”

His cousins both snort. Yuichi whips around to pin them with a glare. “What was that? Why did you do that?”

“Do we know Leonardo?” Botan asks dryly. He’s very sarcastic for such a tiny rabbit. “Hamato Leonardo? Gee, I dunno. You only bring him up nine billion times a day.”

“I do not!”

“Ignore them, baby,” Auntie says, amused. “What’s this about Leonardo?”

“Uh, well, he hasn’t been around lately. And I work with his big sister’s girlfriend, so I asked her about him, and she told me that he was—I mean, I guess he got hurt during that invasion. She couldn’t tell me much, so I was going to meet his sister tomorrow morning.”

Auntie drops the sponge in the dishwater and braces her hands on the edge of the sink, brow furrowed. “What? That poor boy was hurt and you didn’t tell me until now?”

“I didn’t know until now,” Yuichi says. Then, a little desperately, he adds, “Please be normal about this.”

“I’m making him a care package and you’re making sure he gets it,” Auntie steamrolls over him in her most no-nonsense tone. She abandons the dishes left in the sink and starts bustling around the kitchen. “If you’re seeing his sister in the morning, I’ll need to get started on it now.”

Yuichi gazes out the window at the darkening sky, praying that his ancestors will smite him on the spot, but unfortunately he lives to see tomorrow.

Also unfortunately, April doesn’t cancel or blow him off the next morning, and is even earlier than their agreed-upon meet-up time. She’s standing outside Run of the Mill when he gets there, her arms crossed and her mouth set, and if she’s nervous about all the big yokai milling around on the street, opening their stores or heading down to the market, she doesn’t show it at all.

She picks Yuichi out of the crowd with steely brown eyes and he steps up his pace a little bit, Spot trotting faithfully at his side.

“Good morning,” he says, hoping it’s a safe enough start when she seems annoyed with him already.

“Yeah, you too,” April replies. She considers him for a minute, then uncrosses her arms and stands a little taller, squaring her shoulders and jutting out her chin. “Sunita told me you wanted Leo’s number. Look, if this is some kind of joke, I’m not laughing.”

Um. What? Dumbly, Yuichi parrots, “A joke?”

“Leo may be the absolute worst sometimes, but he’s still one of the best people I know all the time,” the human goes on hotly, as if they’re both on the same page here. Yuichi has the sinking feeling that they’re reading completely different books. “Whatever you’re trying to get back at him for, it ain’t worth it. You do anything to hurt him and his brothers would go on the warpath, and frankly so would I.”

“I’m not trying to get back at him for anything,” Yuichi blurts. Honestly the only thing he wants payback for is all the real estate in his brain that Leonardo takes up, but that’s not something he’s willing to admit, out loud, with his mouth, where someone might hear him. “Why would you think that?”

“Because you can’t stand Leo,” April says plainly. “You always look pissed off when he’s around. I know he can be annoying as hell, but if you can’t see how good he is, too, then that’s your loss.”

Something in Yuichi’s chest folds right in half. Wow, it hurts a lot.

Historically, resting bitch face runs in his family. Usagi Miyamoto was known for many things, one of which was his dark, glowering expression. He isn’t smiling in a single painting of him that exists. Yuichi is usually very proud of every single trait that he’s told he inherited from that famous samurai, but maybe he could do without this one.

Now he’s combing through every interaction he’s ever had with Leonardo, every conversation. He’s picking apart each exchange and trying to look at it from a third party’s point of view. Did it seem like he didn’t want Leonardo around? Is that what Leonardo thought?

The striped turtle had a way of plowing unceremoniously through uncomfortable silences, of carrying the conversation when Yuichi’s tongue was all tied up, and it seemed as easy for him as it always was for Sunita—her vibrant personality and Leonardo’s charming one, filling the gaps Yuichi’s social awkwardness tended to create.

But maybe it wasn’t that at all. Maybe it was easy for Leonardo to talk to Yuichi because he figured he had nothing to lose—because he thought Yuichi disliked him already.

Suddenly, the only thing Yuichi wants to do is go back home, march up the stairs to his loft, climb back into bed, and stay there for approximately a hundred years. Spot leans his head against Yuichi’s leg, sensing his downward spiral the way hounds are trained to sniff out foxes.

“That’s not true,” Yuichi says. It sounds weak to his own ears.

He doesn’t know what else to say, and Leonardo’s sister isn’t willing to fill the silence the way Yuichi’s friends are. He looks everywhere but at her, flexing his hands, then remembers what he’s holding.

“Oh. This is from my aunt,” he tells the ground, holding out the embroidered bag Auntie forced upon him before he could slip out the door. “Sorry. I told her about—and she—yeah. Please tell Leonardo it’s from anyone else. Tell him it’s from Señor Hueso.”

“He’ll know it’s not from his tío at a glance,” April says. She sounds surprised and agreeably lifts the bag out of his hands. Huffing a laugh at how heavy it is, she gazes at Yuichi thoughtfully, then takes a peek inside.

He probably should have seen that coming. Yuichi does his best to sink into the ground and disappear as she takes in the tupperware containers and plastic-wrapped pastries.

April looks back up at him. Some of the ice in her eyes has thawed.

“I’m definitely telling him it’s from you,” she announces.

“From Auntie,” Yuichi stresses desperately.

“Right,” April says. She’s grinning outright now. She shoulders the bag like it weighs about as much as a handful of grapes, and props her free hand on her hip and says, “You got your phone with you?”

“Uh-huh,” Yuichi says, dazed. Is this what whiplash feels like? He felt sort of like this when he crashed his bike in the watermelon field last year.

“Give it.” April makes a grabby gesture, swiping his phone from him immediately when he holds it out. She taps at it for awhile, then tosses it back. Her own phone chimes from the pocket of her jacket, cluing Yuichi in to what she was doing. “There. You’ve got my number and I’ve got yours. If Leo likes his present, I’ll pass your digits along.”

Her tone has warmed considerably. She winks at him and Yuichi has to remind himself sternly that it would not be cool to bury his face in his ears and hide there until she went away.

Is Leonardo’s entire family like this? Because it feels like Yuichi has just survived a tornado or tsunami or some other terrifying force of nature, and this conversation wasn’t even ten minutes long.

April waves cheerfully and takes off at a brisk jog, weaving through the Hidden City streets like she was born and raised here. Yuichi sinks onto a bench, presses his forehead against his knees, and calls Chizu while he’s still all curled over into a yokai pretzel.

“I’m calling in a favor you owe me,” he says by way of hello the second she picks up. “Meet me at the market street.”

“I don’t owe you anything,” she replies dryly.

“It involves getting ice cream and making fun of my life choices.”

“We’ll be there in twenty.”

Yuichi ends up blowing the rest of his pocket money for the week on parfaits from their favorite street food stall, and his friends definitely don’t hold back laughing at him when he unpacks the latest installment in the befriending Leonardo saga, but it doesn’t seem as hopeless with the three of them around.

Gen in particular, big softie that he secretly is, hoists Yuichi up to ride on his shoulders as they make their meandering way back to Usagi Farm. It’s the rarest of gestures. Not even Kitsune’s best doe-eyes gets her a shoulder ride.

His friends make Yuichi feel ten feet tall.

And the next morning, he wakes up to nine new texts from an unknown number. A lot of them are just strings of exclamation points and emojis. He knows exactly who this is.

Yuichi’s fingers tighten around his phone as his ribs seem to tighten around his heart. A grin spills across his face before he can help it, mirroring the relentless summer sunshine pouring in from the window above his bed.

#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt #leoichi #leosagi #hamato leonardo #usagi yuichi #april o'neil #bushido boyfriends #my writing #tmnt fic #these bright blue city lights

56 notes · View notes