#the fact that they still haven’t let him properly deal with all that will be my 13th reason

[harbingerofsoup]

what really gets to me about the lawsuit arc is that no one really says the wrong thing when trying to reassure buck about everything in a general sense, they say what pretty much what you’d expect for the situation. so, on the first watch you’re sympathetic for buck but you still wonder why he’s reacting so strongly like damn guess this guy really likes his job.

then you watch buck begins. it literally recontexualizes everything especially the lawsuit cause while normally what was said to him would work, buck’s hyperspecific blend of trauma makes their attempts the worst thing they could possibly do to help, but none of them know that! so from their perspective buck comes across as unreasonable while in hindsight it’s actually a very clear trauma response

maybe one day i’ll do a rewatch so i can add specifics that show this instead of just vague incoherent ramblings

[inupibaldspot]

So It Matches Your Eyes.

Characters: Gojo Satoru x Reader

Note ₊˚⊹♡ : Highschool!Gojo has a crush on you, idk mane.

To Yaga, this was a sight of fresh air which almost acted a light reminder that his students being so strong and special affiliated with cursed energies where still children.

His four second year students were all under detention after forgetting to make a veil when they carried out a mission. Dealing with the after math which consisted of explains to the elders and finding excuses on how to twist the media had led him to not sleeping for three days! Now he was making all of them write an descriptive essay on why veils are such importance to jujutsu sorcerers . Shoko’s seat was empty though , she was summoned in the infirmary after a third year student was severely injured from a mission, Yaga hoped Shoko didn’t miss out too much of her school days.

Despite, Yaga having a book in his hands as he read through got distracted my a certain trouble maker student, Gojo Satoru. A strong young man born into the esteemed Gojo Clan, blessed with infinity and six eyes was currently looking a certain someone sitting next to him.

You who was always diligent was working on your essay, occasionally closing your eyes with a small pout and when you felt you finally got a point worth writing down,tongue slightly jutting out from the corner of your lips which would make Gojo’s lips curl up as his eyes soften. Ahh young love.

Yaga had noticed how Gojo’s seat would be much closer to yours as compared to the regular seating arrangements, and if anyone Yaga himself would come in early and make changes to the seating, Gojo would always nonchalantly, without fail shift it closer to yours.

“Yaga Sensei, I’m done!” You shouted up from your seat which made both Yaga and Gojo, jump as you rush quickly up to your teacher with your paper which you had your essay written on. “ I’m done so I’ll be leaving. Drama of Haruma Miura will be coming out and I haveeee to watch it live.”

“Wai-!” Ignoring Yaga’s shout you quickly made your way out of the door leaving a trail of dust behind with how quick you were which made Geto laugh at your antics.

Yaga quickly scans through you essay and sighs. It’s well written so I have no place to complain. “Sensei, I’m also done!” Gojo quickly rushes to his teacher and places his paper on his table about to rush away, in a rush to follow you.

Before Gojo could take another step, he felt a tug on his collar as his turns his head to look at his teacher who had a scrowl on his face. “Satoru,I asked for a descriptive essay!”

“Not only did you write me an argumentative essay, your essay completely sided with not putting up a veil because that’s a drag and ordinary people should just suck it up.” Geto sits completely amused, as Yaga never lets go of Gojo’s collar as he continues to shout at him, the way you’ve got Gojo completely following you everywhere with his puppy love was funny as fuck.

You flinch as the door to your slams open which makes you turn your head to find a scrolling Satoru Gojo walk in with his hands in pocket. “ Haven’t you ever heard of knocking?”

“Beats me.” Despite entering the room like an uncivilized person would gently close the door behind him, he didn’t want more scolding from you. His eyes trails to you who sat on your bed with a small table on your bed, your hand was extended with nail polish es sets on the table. “Weren’t you gonna watch a drama or something?”

You huff as you made sure your left hand was staying still,making sure the mail polish dries properly. “He kisses the female lead so I don’t wanna watch the drama no more…”

Gojo’s smiles, a condescending one in fact as he walks and slowly sits on your bed making sure your nail polishes don’t fall over. “Sucks to be you~” He purrs out his words.

“Hmp! I hope Inuoe Waka gets exposed for having a husband.” You say with Gojo going ‘blah blah’ in the background, smile still plastered on his face. Your eyes look over to his, sharing an eye contact as you smile. “Want to put on some nail polish?”

Gojo peers over. “You gonna apply for me right?” And smiles when you have a nod of confirmation as he hurriedly out-stretched his hand towards you.

“Really? I thought you’d be against it,saying something like this ain’t what men do?” Gojo have no shit to that thought, as long as the girl he had a big fat crush on, holds his hand, a win is a win.

You look over you collection. “What color do you want?.”

“What do you suggest?”

“Maybe blue…a blue which would look similar to your eyes.”

“Beautiful…” Gojo slightly melts as you peer over your collection, your hair slightly covering your face as the evening light from the sun gives your face a heavenly look. “I meant of course! My eyes are a beautiful blue!” He stammers through his sentences as he fights back the heat on his face.

You looked at him with a scowl, what an egotistical brat! Was written all over your fave but then you didn’t say a word as you picked up a color and held his hand, bringing it closer to yours as you start applying the nail polish.

Gojo felt as if the part of his hands which were held were extremely warm, he hoped he doesn’t start sweating. But as he continues to look at you and your eyes which was focused on his fingers, he felt very light, as if this was how it was always meant to be with him being with you and you who looked simply so beautiful as the room was engulfed in a comfortable silence.

“Done!” You smiled as you looked at the nail polish on Gojo’s fingers before your lips curled upwards turned into a pout. “You’re so unfair, Satoru…”

Gojo tilted his head in confusion. “What did I do?”

“Even your hand is so pretty.” You huff as you brought your hands next to his. Gojo’s hands were big yet it was so slim with proper trimmed nails , you had no doubt if he were to become a nail model he’d be booked and busy.

Gojo felt heat rush into his face as he tried to keep his heart from beating too fast as his brain starts to make unconfirmed scenario but in which all of them contained you. “What do you mean ‘even’?”

You looked into his eyes for a brief second as you slowly look away, your cheeks had a beautiful flush to it. “I mean… you’re born into the Gojo clan so you’re already freaking rich… you have such cool cursed techniques, you’re already a special grade sorcerer.”

Gojo bites the inside of his cheeks In disappointment from your answer. As he opened his mouth, about to make a snarky remark you beat him to it.

“You’re tall, your hair always looks good no matter how you style it, your eyes are so beautiful which looked like the limitless skies , you’re also good looking…” you finally look into his eyes, Gojo thought that it was his day to die for a second at how adorable you looked with a shy look into your face. “So it’s unfair that you even got pretty hands.. you literally got everything.”

“…you.” Gojo muttered in a low, quiet voice which you couldn’t understand properly so you titled you head as you have him a confused look, blush still dusted on your cheeks from your confession.

“I don’t have you…” He repeated. “If you were mine then only can I say I have everything.” Gojo had always made many scenarios which was about him confessing to you as he attended class, in his showers, before he slept but this, this wasn’t part of his scenario. This wasn’t how he thought he’d be confessing to you but then the moment now seemed just right.

“I see… I guess that really means you’ve got everything.” You break into a smile as you then put out your hand towards him. “Do you mind coloring this hand of mine?”

Gojo smiles as his heart soars, he tries to control his lips from curling into a smile but then despite being the strongest sorcerer of his generation he is unable to; he was simply that happy, so happy that you reciprocated his feelings. “What color?”

“Blue like yours…So we can show everyone that I belong to you,Satoru.”

Guys I’m kinda proud of this cus even I was giggling, twirling my hair and swinging my legs writing this

[serpentandlily]

Beneath the Ashes - Azriel x Reader

Beneath the Ashes - Azriel x Illyrian!Reader

Sneak Peek

Summary: Azriel finally finds the girl he’s been looking for all these years—his mate. But unfortunately for him, his mate happens to be an Illyrian who, upset over the fact that he’s turned his back on his own people, wants nothing to do with him. (Enemies to lovers vibes, angst)

A/n: I feel bad that I haven’t had anything ready for you guys in a while so here’s a little sneak peek at a request I’m working atm

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Azriel was not happy, to say the least. Not as he landed on the cold, hard ground of one of the Illyrian war camps in the northern region of the mountains. He internally cursed at Cassian for still being on his mating honeymoon with Nesta because now he was being forced to do things Cass would normally be in charge of—primarily dealing with the Illyrians.

It wasn't a secret that Azriel hated Illyria and all its people. Hated that he came from such a barbaric, backwards culture. He knew Cass was trying to do all he could to break the traditions Illyrians held, but Azriel had always told him they were a lost cause. If he could never see these damn mountains again, he'd consider it a blessing.

But, evidently, that was not a blessing he'd be allowed—at least, not until Cassian returned. For now, he was the one who was being sent out on these missions by his High Lord.

Rhys had gotten word that some commotion was happening in the camp that had its people up in arms about something. He had asked Azriel to go check it out and who was he to turn down a request from his brother? So here he was. He was just hoping to get this over with soon.

He had tried sending his shadows ahead of time to collect intel, but they had been acting weird ever since they returned to him. They had swarmed him with their cryptic messages.

Beautiful.

Our master must see.

Permission to kill, master?

Needless to say, Azriel had no fucking idea what any of that meant. He had given them no such permission to kill, at least, not until he could see for himself what was transpiring here.

He was passing by the training rings, ignoring the stares of the brutes who were working out and sparring within them, when he heard several sets of loud voices. He quickened his pace, following the voices into the residential section of the camp until he finally beheld what was causing the commotion.

Three males were on the porch of one of the cabins, restraining a female Illyrian, who was thrashing around like a wildcat, screaming, "Let me go, you assholes!"

Another male Azriel recognized as the War Lord of the camp was standing on the steps leading up to the small cabin, arms crossed and a sneer on his face. A male next to him was holding a blubbering Illyrian toddler, whose arms were outstretched towards the female with tears pouring down her chubby cheeks.

None of them had noticed him yet which Azriel used to his advantage. His shadows were already wailing when he let them loose. They spiral towards the group, swirling around the males holding the female and yanking them away from her. All of their heads snapped in Azriel's direction except for the female. She tumbled to the ground but quickly scrambled to get up and rushed towards the male next to the War Lord, not even sparing a glance at what had caused the males to unleash her.

She went to grab the little girl from the male holding her but was quickly held back by the War Lord with a growl. The War Lord twisted her arms behind her back, holding her in place, but his glare was firmly set on Azriel.

Azriel's face displayed no emotions as he stalked forward, his hand ghosting over Truth-Teller.

"Shadowsinger," the War Lord bit out in greeting. The other males quickly got to their feet and stood at attention.

"Silas," Azriel said, not bothering to address him properly which made the male bristle, "Care to explain what is happening here?"

"None of your business, Shadowsinger," Silas hissed. "I have it under control."

"Doesn't seem like it," Azriel replied, coolly.

The female was still trying to break out of Silas's grip, cursing under her breath. He tightened his hold on her, causing her to hiss in pain as he twisted her wrists in his hands. Azriel's shadows seemed to hiss in response, poised to attack as soon as Azriel gave them permission.

Azriel's gaze fell on the female, noting the frustrated tears in her eyes. It seemed like there had been a scuffle. Her hair was half falling out of her braid, she had scrape marks on one of her cheeks, and a bruise was beginning to form on her jaw. One of her wings was flared out proudly while the other drooped to the floor at a weird angle. His fists clenched at the sight and when she finally looked up at him, her eyes meeting his, the breath was completely knocked out of his lungs.

Despite her tattered appearance, she was single-handedly the most beautiful female he had ever laid eyes on. He stood frozen for a moment, taken aback before he shook himself out of the spell she seemed to cast on him, realizing how inappropriate of a time it was to be ogling her.

"Let her go, Silas," Azriel commanded in a dark voice.

"I don't take orders from you," Silas spat out. "Besides, this female has been breaking the law for months now. We're taking her into custody."

"Fuck you," the female barked out, stomping on Silas's foot. The male cursed and went to strike her on the back of her head but Azriel's shadow caught his wrist in their grasp before he could.

"I said," Azriel growled, lowly, causing the males to shift in place, "Let her go."

"Fine," Silas sneered, though a tiny bit of fear flashed in his dark eyes. He pushed her to the ground in front of him. She was quick to spring back to her feet and rush towards the toddler who was still screeching. The male could hardly keep hold of the little girl.

"Let the babe go, too," Azriel snapped. The male scoffed but set the little girl down. She immediately ran to the female who bent down with her arms wide open, catching the little girl and standing with her firmly on her hip. The little girl's cries quieted down and she buried her small face in the female's neck.

"Would anyone like to tell me what the hell is going on here?" Azriel snarled, taking another step closer. Half the males mirrored his step back and he fought the urge to chuckle.

"Like I said," Silas snapped, "This female has been breaking the law—”

“What law?” Azriel asked, firmly.

“Females are not permitted to live alone nor own houses,” Silas barked out. “She has ignored our warnings—”

“My father left the cabin to me in his will!” The female shouted, causing the small toddler in her arms to whimper. She stroked the girl's hair, shushing her. “It belongs to me.”

“I don’t care what your father promised you,” Silas growled. “It is against the law for you to be living here alone. You must surrender the cabin and go live in the barracks with the other unwed females of marrying age. Your sister will be placed under the care of the matron.”

“Like hell I’m leaving her under the care of that female! You’re just going to have her wings clipped and force her to do grueling chores all day! She stays with me!”

“You are out of line! I knew your father wasn’t raising the two of you right. Ever since your mother passed away—”

“Don’t you dare say another word about my parents!”

The War Lord lunged towards the female with a growl but Azriel shadowed between them, unsheathing Truth-Teller and pressing it against the male’s throat.

“Lay a hand on her and I’ll gut you right here in front of all of your brutes,” Azriel snarled.

Silas stepped back with a scoff. “You want to stick your nose in our business? Fine, then she’s your problem. I expect her out of this house by the end of today, Shadowsinger, or there will be worse consequences.”

He stormed away, his entourage trailing behind him while sending glares to the female. Azriel waited until they were out of view before he turned to look at the female but she was gone from next to him, already walking up the steps to the cabin with the babe—her sister—on her hip.

Azriel went to follow her but she stormed into the cabin and slammed the door in his face before he could so much as utter a single word. He let out a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose before he knocked on the door. When Rhys had mentioned a problem happening in this camp, he hadn't expected to deal with something like this. It would’ve been much easier if it had been a problem he could solve with his fists.

When she didn't answer, he knocked harder—nearly causing the door to shutter.

It flung open a second later, a seething female behind it. "I already told those assholes I'm not leaving. If you're here to tell me to pack up and move, you can kiss my ass."

Azriel had to stop his lips from twitching into an amused smirk at her words. He wasn't used to dealing with female Illyrians that had attitudes. Most of them kept their heads down and stayed quiet. His mother had been like that....

"I'm not here to tell you that," Azriel answered. "May I come inside?"

She leaned against the doorframe, crossing her arms and staring him down. He found himself even more amused at how she was trying to intimidate him. Most fae avoided him and his gaze. But a female, whose head barely reached his shoulders, seemed to be completely unfazed by him.

"No, you may not," she snapped. "Anything you need to say to me can be said perfectly fine from where you're standing."

“Can I at least bring a healer to come check out your injuries?” He eyed the scrapes on her face, the bruise and her drooping wing. Azriel’s chest ached at the sight and anger pulsed under his skin. He wanted to turn around and go rip those males apart limb by limb for laying a hand on her.

“I don’t need your help, shadowsinger,” she spat out.

"Fine," Azriel sighed. "I was sent by the High Lord because there's been reports of someone here causing disarray. I'm going to assume that someone is you."

She shrugged, nonchalantly, her eyes flickering between his own and the shadows swirling around him that wouldn't shut up about how beautiful she was, how brave....They were singing her praise. It confused him. His shadows had never acted like this before.

When she failed to answer, Azriel cleared his throat, uncomfortably. “Will you answer my question?”

“Aren’t you the spymaster?” She narrowed her eyes at him. “Shouldn’t you be able to gather intel yourself and not rely on a lowly Illyrian female?”

“A lowly Illyrian female?” Azriel raised an eyebrow at her crass words towards herself.

“Isn’t that how you and all the High Lord’s dogs view us?” Her tone was biting, her eyes filled with hate.

Azriel shifted, at a loss for words. He was used to being met with hostility by the Illyrians, but never usually from the females themselves. “I’m not sure I know what you’re talking about.”

It was a lousy response, but he truly had no idea what to say. She scoffed, rolling her eyes at him and moved from the doorway, grasping the door.

“Even if I could help you, I wouldn’t care enough to do so,” she snapped. “Now, if that is all, you can kindly escort yourself off my property, shadowsinger. Thank you.”

The door slammed in his face a second later

[shkudss]

Weakened by Eywa Pt. 1

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

Masterlist

Summary: Ao’nung finally realizes that his actions have consequences

Warnings: curse words, bullying, mental breakdown, English isn’t my first language

Author’s note: it my first Avatar writing, so I hope you like it! This idea was spontaneous and I’m not really good at writing, but I hope you’ll enjoy it! I’m still learning how to use Tumblr properly since I don’t really use it 🥲

Yawntutsyip - darling, little loved one

Yaymak - foolish, ignorant

You thought that all these days when you flew to the water clans were the hardest in you life. Little did you know that life with Metkayina would be harder. You expected to finally live a normal life, doing your chores without being sacred to be shot by sky people. Now you’re safe, but things didn’t get better.

Since your arrival, these boys were bullying all your siblings, including you. You have no idea why it is important for Ao’nung to see totally similar to him Na’vis. You all are same avatars with slight differences that were unavoidable due to the environment you’re supposed to live in. Oh, yeah… supposed to live.

“What are you even doing here?”

“You’re so useless to our tribe”

“Go back to your monkey house”

All these words almost engraved in you mind without leaving space for other thoughts and hope. It’s been two weeks since you arrived and you still haven’t ridden an Ilu successfully, you can’t hold your breath as Metkayinas do. This makes you feel horrible and believe all these mean words.

“C’mon, Y/N, you can do it!”

Neteyam is trying to teach you how to deal with ilu and his voice is so calming, he really believes in you as an older brother. You wish you could just believe him, but insecurity lays too deep and securely in your mind.

“I don’t know… I can’t…”

Your voice was really soft and quiet as you’re the calmest child in your family. You don’t like loud sounds and fast actions. That’s just the way you are. Neytiri says that Sylwanin was just like you.

Despite being slower and more sensitive that other Sullys they loved and protected you with all their heart. Jake knew that Kiri and Tuk are different, they can deal with their problems a lot easier, while you cannot. When something bad to your family or yourself happens, you worry a lot and you won’t tell anyone about your worries unless they make you to. That was the hardest part of you character.

“Hey, are you okay? Do you need to take a break? We can continue tomorrow, don’t worry yawntutsyip.”

Neteyam was worried about your mental state, you were too quiet these days and it never meant anything good. Trying to make you speak about your feelings was completely impossible. You always think that your family has too much to worry about to burden them with your own issues. You want to be like Kiri and Tuk. That’s hilarious, Tuk is way younger than you but she’s able to deal with her emotions way easier than you.

“I’m good. Can we just take a break for like half an hour? I think my brain melts.”

You awkwardly smiled at the end trying to lighten the mood. Neteyam smiled back, feeling relief as you seemed to be just tired. He didn’t want you to hide anything from him and your family.

“Okay, yawntutsyip. I’ll go find Lo’ak and make sure his ass hadn’t get in trouble again. Kiri is on that side of the beach by the way. You can join her, she’s probably flirting with plants again. Let’s meet here in an hour.”

You laughed at his little joke about Kiri. But that’s a fact. Since you arrived here all she’s been doing is examining all local flora and fauna. You missed your time together in the forest, maybe now you’ll have a chance to talk and just be together.

“Okay!”

“Tell me if something goes wrong.”

You knew this look. The big brother look. Sometimes you think how hard it would be for you to live without your family, the way you’re connected to them something really fascinating. And one of your love signs is time. Spending time with your family and each member is the way you show love, the way you feel protected and loved.

You see Kiri laying down in water and looking for something. She didn’t see anyone around, attracted by… water? You didn’t try to understand what’s going on in her mind.

“Hey, pandora geek.”

You stood in front of Kiri and the shadow from your body covered her. Only after that she raised her head and squinted at you.

“I thought you’re with Neteyam. What’s wrong?” She sat on the sand, water was covering her legs a little. You did the same thing, hugging your knees and placing your head on them.

“We took a break, my brain doesn’t work properly. I still can’t ride ilu.”

Hopeless sigh made your sister chuckle, but then she saw your eyes. They were full of sadness, you were not happy. Kiri felt guilt, as your sister she had to be with you, she forgot that Sullys stick together.

“What bothers you?” You were not sure if it’ll be okay to tell her everything. But you family always encourage you to speak what lays in your heart, so you decided to do it.

“There’s a lot… I miss home, I miss flying with you, Neteyam and Lo’ak around Hallelujah mountains.” You were vulnerable now and this is one of those rare moments when you opened your feelings easily. Kiri was the only one you did it with. You could feel tears coming to your eyes, you needed this. “I just miss our way of life. I don’t know why it’s so hard for me to get used to it. Especially, when you always hear…”

“Hey monkeys! Still can’t ride ilu? How can you be so yaymak? You’re both freaks!” you could recognize this voice in millions. “One sister has demon blood, another is too dumb to do things that even infants can do!”

Ao’nung and his friends were coming towards you. Kiri’s body immediately tensed, you could feel it.

“What do you want? Is there nothing to do?”

Ao’nung and his friends came closer and you both stood up. Kiri was looking at him angrily, ready to fight. You were supposed to have such a good conversation, opening each other your soul, but this bully spoiled everything.

“My goal for now is to get rid of such fake Na’vis like you two and your stupid little brother.”

You were furious, how dare he talk like this about your family. Yes, he did say mean things to you, but he still picked his words. Now it’s too much. Nobody can talk about your family this way.

“Shut up and don’t get close to me and my siblings!” You tried to get into protective sister mode. Kiri was shocked by the way you raised your voice. She’s never heard such tone from you before.

“Look at this! Little girl knows how to talk?” Ao’nung was teasing you and laughing with Roxto and the rest of his friends. “Maybe you’ll learn how to swim properly soon by the time my future brother or sister will turn 10. Hopefully.”

You clenched your fists, trying to hold all your emotions. Anger, offense, sadness. It felt like a hurricane of extremely high spectrum of emotions, which was hard for you to bear.

“Don’t you dare…”

You didn’t control yourself that you were coming closer and pushing him. The reason why you felt this way was in him.

He did this to you.

You didn’t care that he was taller than you and all you faced was his shoulders. You didn’t care that he barely moved as you tried to hurt him as much as he hurt you. All he did was laughing. It seemed like Ao’nung didn’t understand anything you said, like he didn’t see you breaking into pieces right in front of you.

“Calm down, you little skxawng!” It was a joke for him. For you it was your last piece of composure.

“You’re dumb! So dumb that you can’t even understand how much pain you give me! Every day I wish I don’t meet you so you won’t shower me with all your shit! Every night I cry myself to sleep because all your mean words you’ve said hurt me! And you don’t understand me, how can you be so mean?”

You were screaming at him and trying to hit, mental breakdown took over your senses. You could physically feel how your heart hurts and legs weaken. All sounds were heard as if from under the water, you didn’t see what’s going on around you. Someone’s holding your shoulders and pushing you to their chest to not let you fall on your knees.

“Don’t touch her!”

Furious voice sounded from afar. Neteyam. Your brother who always protects you, surrounds you with love you need. That’s why he calls you yawntutsyip. Little loved one.

You could feel your brother as he came closer to you. His steps were as heavy as his mood. When he saw you breaking down in front of this asshole and because of this asshole, he almost lost his temper. The way chief’s son was holding and looking at you, finally realizing that his actions have consequences. He had to drive you crazy to understand it.

“Back off! Now!”

He pushed Ao’nung as he got closer to him, taking off his hands off you. You didn’t realize it was him, who held you all this time. Was it long? Actually, everything happened in less than 2 minutes, but for you it was like an infinity.

“What happened?”

Lo’ak was here, he saw you crying in Kiri’s hands and Neteyam fighting with Ao’nung and his friends. He didn’t need to check on all details to punch Roxto and other guys.

“It’s fine, we’re here. Don’t worry.” Kiri was sitting with you and slowly swaying, while tapping your head to calm you down.

“I’m sorry, I…” that’s all you could say.

Neither you nor Kiri noticed how the fight stopped until Neteyam came closer and examined you. His eyebrow was cut so as his lower lip, but he didn’t care. Now he could feel only your pain.

“Yawntutsyip… my sister.”

“I’m sorry, Neteyam. I didn’t…” You were gasping for breath from crying, not being able to collect your thoughts.

“Shhh, that’s fine, you’re fine. We’re here, nobody will hurt you again.” Kiri gave you to Neteyam, he was calming you down repeating the same moves as Kiri did. You were crying, letting all pain, that was suppressed inside of your soul, to flow through you.

Your siblings knew that you need to feel it to let it go. That is the only way for relief.

“Let’s go home, yawntutsyip?” Neteyam’s voice was calming as always, he hated seeing you crying.

You just nodded in agreement, hiding your face in brother’s neck and holding him as if someone can take you from him in any moment.

Yes, most Na’vis are brave, ready to fight and protect their beloved ones. But you just can’t do it. You are the one who needs to be protected. Eywa created you that way and you can do nothing about it.

“Don’t ever come to our sisters, you little bitch! Are you so insecure that you’re afraid to battle with me and choose those who are weaker than you?” Lo’ak didn’t miss to say the last goodbye before following after all of you. He didn’t wait for the answer, he didn’t need it.

Ao’nung was standing up there and looking as your figures disappear. No words are in his mind, except for one.

“Fuck”

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I hope you liked it! I’m not sure if I’ll write the second part🫣 I have an idea but idk if it’s worth it, we’ll see!

[sunshineandspencer]

Coffee dates (Iridescent, Part 3)

A/N: I don’t know how to enemies to lovers, why can’t we all just be friends. Again, I haven’t seen past season 10, I don’t know how it works or who is present so if there are mistakes you can blame showrunners for making me too nervous to keep watching <3

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!BAU!OC.

Summary: Their last coffee date before finally getting back to the office, he’s bored and wants to find out what she’s been working on. 

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: swearing, spencer is an ass™

Parts: Pt1, Pt2, Pt4

Let me stress, this is not Maeve from the show, but my own Maeve just named the same to send Spencer into hell whenever he thinks about it.

They’re getting close to the end of his probationary period now, and the thought of getting back to the office, and back to catching psychos was intoxicating.

Sure, she enjoyed his lectures, but not nearly enough to deal with him for longer than she had to.

There’s only one of his lectures left, and yet she still finds herself completing the last assignment he gave just like all the rest. It’s due today and mostly completed, but she just wanted to tweak a few things and add some more references. Working quietly next to him in the campus cafe as always.

He’s realised before, but now that his time was coming to a close, he was properly aware of the fact that she was always working. On all their little coffee dates - he refuses to call them that, and she only does it to piss him off - between their lectures, she’s always writing.

So far that’s been perfect, because he didn’t want to talk to her unless absolutely necessary, neither did she. The two of them avoid conversation like the plague and have silent coffee dates in his breaks.

However, he has no marking left, and finished his book, he is bored and wants to annoy her.

A quick text told him that it’s paid leave for her, which he didn’t know until now but makes the fact that she actually put up with him make sense, and means that she isn’t going over casework. He’s dying to know what it is.

When he sends her off for another round of coffee, he barely even waits for her to turn the corner towards the till to reach out and snatches the page she had been writing on.

Surprise turns him cold to find that it’s his work, set in the lectures that he expected his students to complete. Not only that, but he recognises the writing style, and she had been giving in work as someone called ‘Maisie’, lying about who she is.

Of all the people attending his lecture, he certainly didn’t expect her to do the work, much less under a different name.

Especially when the writing is so.. Good.

Maeve finally came back, sitting down and sliding his coffee across to him, not even batting an eye that he had her work in his hands. Sipping her coffee and feeling the immediate bitter tang of caffeine. Setting her own mug down and shrugging at his questioning tone.

“You’re completing the work I set?”

“Yeah.”

Part of him wondered if she would try to lie, wanting to determine what he could get from profiling her if she did. Expectedly, however, expected her to tell the truth, it’s definitely on brand for her. Suck up.

“Why?”

“I’m not allowed casework when I’m with you, in case you try to involve yourself.” Glaring at him, considering they had proved Emily right by inserting himself uninvited into her work the minute he got bored and she turned her back. Cons of working with profilers, he supposes. “I needed something to do or I would’ve gone crazy. Besides, I felt like you’d want someone completing the work because they enjoy the lecture, not because they think you’re pretty.”

He stared at her for a moment, really using all 187 points of his IQ to take in what she said, then shook his head. Placing the sheet back on the pile and picking up his coffee.

“My students don’t find me attractive.”

Honestly, he’s a little offended by the way she scoffed at him.

“The room is 80% women, they don’t even pay attention half the time, they just stare at you and your hands.” His hands? Now it just feels like she’s projecting, but she doesn’t stop talking yet. “One of them didn’t even complete your last assignment. She just handed in an A4 piece of paper with her number on, it was titled ‘Call Me’.”

He remembers, and he didn’t even look at it long enough to remember the number. The past minute of conversation feels like it shouldn’t be real. Blinking softly in confusion and trying to subtly glancing down from her to his hands and then back again.

Deciding to just hum softly, as if it wasn’t actually something new to him. Picking up his coffee to finally take a sip, irritatingly perfect - God he wished she didn’t try so hard.

“And you?”

“Me?”

“You’re a woman.”

Lifting her head, the look on her face was a picture. Feeling that, had he spoken in Dutch, he probably would’ve gotten the exact same facial expression.

“Am.. I supposed to congratulate you for correctly identifying that I’m a woman?”

He scowled over at her, and that’s a lot better. Their little coffee dates over the last 30 days had been spent mostly silent aside from snide comments and scowls, she wasn’t used to all this conversation from him. So getting him back to scowling again felt like progress.

Until he leant in, a smug grin settling on her face again that she was quickly coming to hate.

“No. But~ surely, if you’ve noticed them finding me attractive, doesn’t that mean you think I’m pretty as well? Hm, little assistant?”

Thankfully, she doesn’t even miss a beat.

“I’d rather make out with a pencil sharpener than you, Doctor Reid.”

Spencer couldn’t help the scowl on his face, even though he was still very smug on the inside. She so gets off on calling him that.

But she got up, and that startled him slightly, watching as she started to pack away her work into her bag. Eyes darting to his, meeting his scowl with a smug grin of her own for managing to get back at him again. Hoping, desperately, that he doesn’t notice that she didn’t actually answer his question.

“Your last lecture is starting soon, hurry up.”

Of course she thinks he’s pretty, but that doesn’t mean she likes him. And she certainly isn’t going to admit it to his face.

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You said that Marinette would make a good leader because she's good at directing people to use their skill. After 5 season do you think Marinette is really a good leader?

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So, I haven’t changed my mind about Marinette’s strategic output. She is still a brilliant strategist and knows how to take advantage of the heroes and powers at her disposal. However, leadership is more than strategy, and, as the team gets larger and the temporary heroes join up for fights more frequently, the areas of leadership where Marinette is lacking become more and more apparent.

So, here’s the thing. Marinette’s weaknesses as a leader have always been consistency and communication. She is incredibly inconsistent about the rules and expectations of the team and she grows even more inconsistent in seasons 4 and 5. In addition, Marinette is incredibly bad at communicating her expectations to the team, and listening to the team’s opinions. These both play into that unfair treatment I’ve said she puts on Cat Noir, but it’s not just Cat Noir she treats unfairly because of these weaknesses.

First off, let’s discuss the inconsistency of rules. This is most prominent with the secret identity rule of no Miraculous holder must reveal their identity to anyone, friend or foe, or they will lose their Miraculous. How much Marinette actually follows this rule is on a completely case-by-case basis, which means it’s not actually a rule at all, but she treats it as one when she feels like it.

Like, let’s start with the classic case of Chloé and the Bee Miraculous. While I don’t think Chloé is entitled to the Bee Miraculous just because she was the first one to use it, it is also true that Marinette failed to properly communicate to Chloé that she had been kicked off the team. Because, here’s the thing. Despite the fact that Chloé’s secret identity has been public since the start, Marinette didn’t actually stick with the rule of “reveal your identity and you lose your Miraculous”. Marinette called on Chloé to use the Bee Miraculous repeatedly after her debut, so, when Marinette kept not putting her foot down on the matter that Chloé was off the team for good in season 3, Chloé was fully expecting to get the Miraculous again at some point. That wasn’t just Chloé’s poor understanding of boundaries at play; Marinette didn’t actually tell her she was off the team, a fact Cat Noir criticized her for. So, when Marinette finally did try to tell Chloé that she couldn’t be given the Bee because the villains knew who she was and made it risky, Chloé no longer believed it. It wasn't consistent with how Marinette had, in fact, called on her despite her identity being public.

Then there’s the one that came back to not bite her in the ass even though it really should have: Alya’s special treatment. Alya repeatedly gets the Fox Miraculous back despite various different secret identity failures. The first time it was actually Marinette herself breaking the rules by giving Alya and Nino their Miraculouses at the same time, revealing their secret identities to each other. But, even after Hawk Moth discovers Alya’s identity, Marinette keeps giving her the Fox Miraculous, simply doing some trickery to make Hawk Moth think Alya doesn’t have the Miraculous anymore. This loophole means it’s not about secrecy, it’s about what Hawk Moth knows, but even that is true only in this case.

In ‘Miracle Queen’ Hawk Moth discovers the secret identities of basically all the then-recruited support heroes. Despite this, Marinette keeps using all of them in season 4 and only stopped using them because she didn’t have the Miraculouses to give to them anymore. So, in the end, it doesn’t even matter if Hawk Moth knows your secret identity. So, the secret identities aren’t a big deal then, right?

Oh, they totally are, actually, because Marinette still refuses to let Cat Noir in on all the support heroes’ identities, even the ones Hawk Moth is already aware of. She also doesn’t tell him about Rena Furtive, because that’s too much of a security risk for some undisclosed reason. And this is where we enter Marinette’s inability to communicate her expectations. Marinette doesn’t tell Cat Noir anything, ever, and doesn’t let him do even something so little as handling the Miraculouses of the identities he’s aware of for five minutes to save herself a little bit of effort. She lets Cat Noir know she’s overworked and stressed out, but lets him also mistakenly believe she’s handling it all alone, because her getting increasing amounts of support from Alya is a secret. This communicates to Cat Noir he should also carry everything by himself, which she does expect him to do, outright saying she’d be upset if she ever found out he’d revealed his secret identity to someone.

And yet, this standard doesn’t actually apply to herself. She cracked under pressure and told Alya her secret identity. She didn’t even consider whether or not that meant she should quit because of the rules. She also didn’t even consider if this huge breach of said rules is something Cat Noir should know about. This is because, as I said, they are only rules when she wants them to be. Marinette is being held to no standards, while other teammates are being held to inconsistent standards, and Cat Noir is held to the highest standards imaginable.

Marinette also sucks at communication in general. Cat Noir knows less identities than their main villain, and he’s being kept in the dark about things that he would benefit greatly from knowing, like that Rena Furtive is stalking them a lot of the time and that their permanent holder team actually has three members instead of two. She also didn't tell him about having a potential backup Ladybug. Scarabella had to explain the situation to him. Marinette also absolutely refuses to listen when one of her team members tells her something she doesn’t want to hear.

Cat Noir’s concerns over Chloé not being told she was off the team went completely ignored. As stated in other posts on this blog, Cat Noir’s concerns about his own mental state also go completely ignored. Cat Noir’s concern about Ladybug’s mental health in Kuro Neko gets him snapped at. And it’s not just Cat Noir who gets this. Most of the teammates don’t really dare question Ladybug, but Alya does after she knows Ladybug is also her best friend. Except, for all she calls Alya her best friend, she doesn’t listen to her either. When Marinette was pushing Alya to not tell Nino that she was still using the Fox Miraculous, she completely ignored all arguments Alya made against the demand, simply insisting “but you must” and “that’s what I did”, until Alya stopped protesting. Marinette refuses to listen to anything that isn’t “yes, ma’am,” and any leader who refuses to listen to their team is a bad one.

However, this refusal to listen also brings up a downside of the whole “Marinette is good at directing how to use Miraculous powers.” She also doesn’t let anyone use their powers without her say-so. The only Miraculous powers used in fights in the later seasons are ones that are a part of her plan. Marinette’s gameplan is the only gameplan allowed, and the only contribution most teammates get is “pull the trigger when I say so”. Marinette doesn’t actually trust her team to make judgement calls without her.

None of these issues were too noticeable when the team was just Marinette and Cat Noir, who wasn't afraid of improvising at times. However, the bigger the team gets, the more Marinette's control freak tendencies start to control the way she leads.

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I love everything you do

Bram Stoker x reader

Title is from training wheels by melanie martinez

Hello! I finally finished the Bram thing!! I actually finished it two days ago but I’ve been so busy with work and school I haven’t found time to proofread it till now:’)

Containing: S5 SPOILERS!!, afab reader, no pronouns, oral sex (afab receiving), riding, domestic fluff & smut, porn with plot, aftercare, premature ejaculation, bath sex, hand jobs, cum eating, clit stimulation, Bram wants to bite reader but can’t for obvious reasons, very brief groping, human/vamp relationship, post-vampirism arc

Bram officially had a body now. Everything with Dostoevsky and Ouchi had been solved, and there were many changes that Bram had to figure out how to deal with.

To start, Dostoevsky is now dead, and Gogol seems to be grieving with this fact. Ouchi is also dead, and now the nation is in a panic knowing that the war hero everyone looked up to was some sort of terrorist, even if all the people personally involved knew he meant well.

Including Bram Stoker.

Bram wasn’t entirely sure how to live now that Ouchi was dead, and he especially didn’t know how to live now that he had a full body again.

But this was certainly a good way to start.

“Alright, Bram. I know things are difficult, but do you really need me to explain this again? You don’t need that much shampoo.” You sighed, seeing Bram with at least seven pumps of shampoo in his hands.

“But if it keeps my hair clean, the more I use the longer it’ll be clean, no?” Bram deadpanned.

“That’s not how it works!” You ran your hands through Bram’s hair. You weren’t really annoyed with him, but you’d be lying if you said Bram’s lack of understanding wasn’t comedic.

“The one pump I told you to use works just fine.” You laughed at him lightheartedly.

Bram looked at your naked form up and down in confusion, your body slightly altered by the swishing of the water in the bath.

“But you used a different amount than I did.” Bram looked so genuinely confused, and it was honestly very cute.

“Yes, because our hair is different. Your hair is much more sensitive than mine because of how long it’s been without being washed properly. You need a different amount than I do.” You spoke to him gently, running your hands through his hair, much more successfully this time. When you met Bram for the first time, his hair was so matted it took hours to brush through. He was lucky he met you a few months ago. If he hadn’t, he’d probably still be living life without even washing his face.

“Once your hair is healthier I bet we can start using more shampoo, but for now this is all your hair can handle.” You smiled at him, wrapping your arms around him. Your naked form pressed up against his chest, and he let out a small whine, so you pulled away.

“Is everything alright?”

Bram nodded.

“Yes, it’s just..” Bram trailed off, and you soon realized what he meant once you looked down into the water at his crotch.

“Bram!” You jokingly flicked his arm. “You dog!”

Bram raised an eyebrow and looked away from you.

“It’s not like I can help it.. I haven’t had a body in so long it’s overly sensitive. My body isn’t used to it, I think.”

You smiled and looked at him right in the eyes.

“We’re gonna have to fix that soon. Not yet though. We still have to wash your hair.”

“Really? Why can’t you make an exception?”

You shook your head, and kissed Bram on the neck.

“You’re gonna love it once I clean you off. Trust me, it’ll make it more enjoyable.”

Bram sighed and nodded his head.

“Alright.”

You grabbed some of the shampoo left from his hands and let the rest trickle into the water, rubbing the shampoo into his hair, gently scratching his scalp. The shampoo that fell from his hands caused the bathwater to have small white bubbles scattered everywhere. Bram rested his head in the crook of your neck, getting your chin bubbly and wet. You slowly trailed it down to the tips of his hair that were recently trimmed, courtesy of you taking him to a hair stylist for the first time in who knows how long. His hair was still long, reaching far beyond his back, but the dead ends were gone. You took the shower head and turned the notch to make it spray a gentle stream of water and aimed it towards his head.

“Turn around and close your eyes,” you warned, “it stings your eyes.”

Bram nodded and turned, his back facing you. He tilted his head up to the ceiling and shut his eyes, the warm water running through his hair and down his back. His new skin was very soft, you couldn’t stop touching it. It felt brand new (although it technically was). The water ran down the front of his face, getting his eyelashes droopy with water droplets. He really looked ethereal. The shampoo was all washed out of his hair, so he turned around to face you and rested his face in the crook of your neck again.

“I’m gonna wash your body now. It’s unscented soap because I’m willing to bet your new skin is sensitive,” you kissed his shoulder, “ just letting you know.” You smiled into his newly washed hair.

“Are you going to use hair conditioner?” He asked.

“Not yet. I don’t think your hair can handle it yet.” You chuckled, grabbing a pastel loofah. You put the unscented soap on it, and ran it under water for a short amount of time, getting it all sudsy.

“Lift your arms!” You said, and he complied. He brought his arms up and washed along the undersides of them, trailing the loofah up and down, until both of his arms were covered with the soap. You slowly moved over to his chest and you began to rub it into his chest, covering his nipples and lower stomach, at least what wasn’t covered in bathwater. He whined a little at your touch and you chuckled.

“You’re awfully sensitive.”

“I haven’t been touched at all in hundreds of years,” Bram deadpanned, “I physically couldn’t have been touched.”

You gripped his chin with your sudsy hand and brought it to level with yourself.

“I love you, Bram.”

Bram let a small smile escape his lips, and he leaned down to kiss you. The kiss was gentle, pleading, and generous. He closed his eyes once his lips made contact with yours, as did you. You two stayed like that for a while until Bram moved his hand to rest on your hip, and you began to gently play with his hair. You pulled away to breathe, and Bram gripped your shoulders and pulled you back into the kiss.

You could hear Bram mumble a “no..” under his breath, seemingly saying no to you pulling away from him. You stuck it out for as long as you could before you laid your hands on his chest and pushed him away gently, the soap covering it now running down and collecting at the rim of the water.

“Sorry, Bram. I don’t have the literally inhuman stamina you do.”

“Ah,” Bram responded, recognizing your reasoning. “I forget that I can hold my breath longer than the average human.”

You caught your breath, and Bram grabbed the loofah that was floating in the water to bring it to your naked body, rubbing it along your shoulders, collarbones and your chest. You appreciated the intimacy. He cupped water in his hands and dropped it along your shoulders, watching the soap drip down your body and land in the water, almost sizzling away once it made contact. You began to reciprocate, washing off what hadn’t fallen down his body already.

Eventually, you had both washed each other's hair and bodies completely, although it took longer than normal as you both took breaks in between many of your actions to kiss and caress each other. There was only one thing left, and Bram knew exactly what it was.

“Ah— dear, it’s sensitive..”

Bram whined, your movements causing a pleasurable buzz to be sent to his brain. You were currently jerking Bram off, bringing water up every now and then to wash it off.

“Now, you see, Bram, you aren’t supposed to use soap down there. It could irritate it.

“Alright, understood.” Bram barely got out. You liked this side of him. He was strangely submissive. Obedient, if you will.

Bram was so sensitive, it didn’t take very long for him to come all over your hand with a loud moan and shaking thighs.

“Now, look at the mess you made..” you trailed off, bringing your hand to Bram’s lips.

“Clean it up, Bram.” You demanded.

His movements stuttered, but he reluctantly opened his mouth and grabbed your wrist. He licked your hands clean, tasting himself on his tongue, and you kissed him to taste him too.

“You taste sweet.”

Bram looked away from you, so you grabbed his wrist, and he turned to see what you were doing. You brought his hand down into the water.

“Why don’t you help me out, too?” You questioned.

Bram smirked, then moved his hand away.

“I think I have a better way of going about that.” Bram said as he dove his head down, his head now underwater. You knew he had more stamina than you, but you were still worrisome, so you lifted his head up by his chin.

“I love the idea of that, but shouldn’t we do that outside of the bath? You might drown.”

“I can hold my breath for up to eleven minutes. I learned when some village folk attempted to drown me in 1897.”

You bursted out laughing.

“What’s funny?” Bram questioned, looking up at you from his position of resting on his elbows below you.

“Nothing, it’s just—you went from being a menacing vampire who overruled society to..this.”

Bram smiled up at you, then moved his hand to play with your clit, and you whined, gripping the railing of the tub.

“Are you convinced?”

“Well..” You trailed off.

Bram looked at you, awaiting an answer. Not moving an inch lower.

“Fine, but you better do a good job if you wanna be done before you run out of air.”

Bram nodded, and dove his head back down, his hair floating to the top of the bath. If there was one thing Bram was good with, it’s his tongue. After all, it was about all he could use for a very, very long time. He knew just how to touch you, and you tried to ignore how much practice he must’ve had to have gotten this good.

Your sounds were muffled from his point of view, but he could faintly see your mouth open from where he was, the glare of the bathroom lights reflecting against the water making it difficult to see. He moved his tongue to lap up the precum gripping onto your heat despite the water washing most of it off. It appears your slick is more dense than water, as small amounts of it was staying in place. He teased along your outer lips, then your inner lips, before finally moving along your hole, feeling it clench around nothing. He moved his tongue up to give small kitten licks to your clit, relishing in the way your thighs tensed around his head. The touch he was giving you was gentle, but Bram was going feral from the way your thighs quickly clenched around his head, making him move his mouth around your clit to vigorously suck on it, and you bucked your hips into his mouth, gripping him to pull him closer to your heat, and he could faintly hear you moaning from above the water. He moved his hands up to circle your inner thighs, and moved his tongue down to your hole, tongue fucking you. The movements of his tongue were slow and calculated, as they always were. He gradually switched between sucking your clit and fucking you on his tongue, and whenever he switched he would move his hands to either finger you or rub circles on your thighs, depending on what he was doing.

The way you clenched your thighs around his head and pulled his hair made him bring a hand down to jerk himself off, desperate from the way your body language spoke to him. You finally came, and it only took him about four minutes.

He could faintly see your cum taint the water, so he moved his head up, breathing heavily as he rested his head on your shoulder.

“Hey, I thought you said you could hold your breath long enough..”

“I said I can, not that I should.” Bram kept breathing heavily.

“Bram..” you gently scratched his scalp to calm him down, and once he caught his breath again, he took the opportunity to kiss your collarbones and shoulders, refraining from biting you.

Oh, the things he would do if he was able to bite you without turning you into some mindless, bloodthirsty animal. He instead settled for grazing his teeth over your shoulders, but light enough for it to tickle more than anything, and definitely not drawing any blood. You whined at his movements, wrapping your legs around his hips, and he sat up, grabbing your hips so you’d go up with him, making you hover over him. He laid his back against the side of the tub, and you got the signal, so you jerked him off a few times before dipping yourself down slowly. This is the first time you two were doing anything past him giving you head, as at the time, that’s all he really could do.. and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t nervous. He’d had hundreds of years of experience, and you wondered how you could compare. But if anything, Bram was twice as nervous. He hadn’t had sex in so long he could guarantee he was extremely rusty, and sensitive. He knew he wouldn’t last long.

Regardless, you continued lowering yourself down until you were linked by the hilt, and you felt full. But you also felt so happy to be linked with him. You let out small whines, his size getting to you. Once you two get more practice with one another, you could figure out how much foreplay you’d need to not be in pain, but for now, the sting is tolerable.

“It’s shockingly clean.” you remarked, laughing.

“Well, it is brand new..” he replied, and you bursted out laughing, and Bram looked at you funny before chuckling along with you.

“I swear, you say the funniest things sometimes. But I am curious,” you looked down at where you two were linked, “does it look the same as it did before? Or is it like a new and improved situation?”

“I believe it looks the same, but I don’t remember exactly what it looked like.”

“Damn, I guess you were just born lucky.”

Bram lifted an eyebrow,

“What do you mean?”

You leaned down to kiss him, before lifting your hips up slowly.

“It’s very pretty. Just like you.”

Bram always melted at your praise, and you knew this. His grip on you tightened, before he pushed you down onto his length all the way again, and you let out a loud moan.

“O-oh, God, Bram—”

He kept his grip on your hips, pulling you up and down, before thrusting his hips to meet you halfway.

You slowly gained more control over your actions again, he was still pulling you up and down, but you wrapped your thighs around him tighter, going along with the actions, moving yourself up and down with him. He moved his face forward to kiss and lick your nipples, and you cried out. He used his dominant hand to help you keep your balance, and used his other hand to toy with your clit, and the overstimulation really got to you, making you almost cry a few times. Bram on the other hand, was actually crying. He was so overwhelmed, in the best way possible. He hadn’t felt this sort of touch in so long, and here you are, being his saving grace. It also simply felt very, very good. He could feel that he was close, and he sped up his actions inside of you, before cumming inside of you. His hips slowed, and he felt overstimulated, but he simply couldn’t leave you unsatisfied, so he took a deep breath and kept going at it. The overstimulating feeling made him cry out, his mouth no longer connected to your chest.

In total, he had managed to come two more times before you finally did. As he predicted, he wouldn’t last long. His cock had turned an angry shade of red of the overstimulation, but he didn’t care. He simply needed you to come. And once he finally did, he moved his hands away to grip the sides of the tub, breathing heavily. You two sat there for a short amount of time, before you lifted yourself off, mostly his, and a little of your cum dripped out of you and into the water and onto his stomach.

Your thighs gently shook, and before you could move any further, he gripped your shoulders and pulled you down to kiss him, and he moved his hand down to toy with your clit.

“I need.. I need you to come at least one more time.”

You wordlessly connected your lips to his, diving your tongue inside of his mouth, licking along his bottom lip every now and then. You gripped his arm tightly whenever he rubbed your clit in a particular way that made you go crazy, before he moved his fingers to tease your entrance, kissing you desperately. He placed two fingers inside of you, curling them and dragging along your walls, still playing with your clit with his thumb. You had come twice only a few minutes earlier, so it didn’t take you long to come with a silent scream. You grabbed his wrist, pulling it up so he couldn’t touch you anymore, the overstimulation getting to you. You wordlessly licked his fingers clean, and he watched you, the sight making him hard yet again. Once his fingers were clean, you intertwined your fingers with his, licking along his neck desperately, then kissing him again.

Needless to say, you two went at it even longer, and once you two were done you were both shaking and trembling in each other's hold, your breathing heavy.

“I love you, B-Bram—” you slurred your words, but Bram got the idea. You loved the way he tightly gripped your arms. By this point, his cock was a bright shade of red, desperate for him to give it a break, his body relieved to get what it needed. Your bodies were sweaty, in need of being washed all over again, so you simply turned around and dove under the water, letting the soapy water coat your entire body, washing off your sweat. You turned back around to kiss Bram, but he held you in place with your back facing him, and he kissed your shoulders, resisting the urge to nibble on your skin. You leaned back, allowing yourself to rest on Bram’s chest. His heart wasn’t beating. As it never was, but yours was, and rapidly at that.

Bram always found comfort in your heartbeat. Something about feeling or hearing it calmed him down, it’s similar to the way that ever since he’s gotten his body, he’s been resting his finger under your nose so he could see if you were still breathing. He did this any time you slept. His hands often gently touched your upper lips, waking you up, but you didn’t mind. In fact, you found it cute.

Bram rested his hand on your chest, partially just to grope you but also so he could feel your heartbeat against his hand.

You two simply sat there like that for some time, relishing in each other's presence. You had washed Bram off again, and he was petting your washed hair. Over time, you two began to talk to each other again, and the conversation managed to get to Bram talking about his past stories from his prime when he was a vampire who overpowered everyone, even royalty.

“I’ve met many people in the history books, and in my personal opinion, not many of them have as remarkable of a personality as the books make them out to be.” Bram commented, and you smirked, turning towards him.

“Do you know how long you’ll be alive for?”

Bram went silent. He tried to forget it, but he was commonly reminded of how in a short amount of time, he’d be gone again. You’d be long gone by the time Bram finally met his end.

“Bram?” You waved in front of his face.

“Apologies. Because my ability is genetic, I noticed that most of my family lives for about 300 years. I’ve been alive for 190 of it.”

“Really?” You looked bittersweet, but you quickly pushed the sad feelings back.

“Our relationship is anything but conventional, but I think we can make it work.”

Bram raised an eyebrow at you, tightening his grip around your waist.

“Well, we won’t have much time together, but we can enjoy what we will have.”

Bram sat silently, taking in your words.

“That’s a nice sentiment, but I doubt I could bring myself to live without you for that long. I’d go mental.”

You began to toy with Bram’s hair, before you turned around and kissed him deeply, the kiss was meaningful and loving, and Bram shamelessly gripped the back of your hair to keep you in place, before you pulled away.

You two were silent for some time again, but then Bram had an idea.

“Wait..wasn’t that Dostoevsky man after the page of that book?”

You nodded.

“Now the Armed Detective Agency has it. If they have any space left on that page, perhaps we could negotiate for them to write down that I’ll become human.”

You jolted up, and looked at Bram.

“Would that really work?”

“Most likely.”

You hugged Bram tightly, resting your face on his chest.

“If we did that..” Bram trailed off. He was embarrassed to say it, but he simply had to tell you his plans for if this worked out.

“If we did that, me, you, and Aya could all be like a family. A normal family.”

Your heart melted at his words. Despite everything, all he really wants is to be like a father to Aya, and a husband to you. You kissed his chest, before pulling away and wordlessly draining the bath, Bram looking at you confused.

“We might as well try to convince them now! No point in waiting.”

You stepped out of the bath and wrapped a towel around your body, Bram soon following and doing the same.

“You’re rather motivated.” Bram remarked.

You smiled and looked at Bram, his new body completely devoid of the many scars you were sure he had before his body was detached, because he had completely regenerated.

You sat down in your kitchen and wrote down your plans on how to convince the Armed Detective Agency, and Bram nodded and made remarks or criticisms every now and then, brainstorming your plan to perfection. Bram was so in love with you, even the way your hand drifted across the paper with the pencil so effortlessly. Even your handwriting was captivating.

He wasn’t sure if these plans were going to work out, but he was determined to figure something out.

He would figure something out.

He simply had to.

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Hope you enjoyed:)

[whxre-bxby]

For the hate-fucking with Brown or Ja, maybe they would hate each other because they like knew each other in the past (like high school rivalry) and they never outgrew it.

Or they're just really competitive keep trying to outdo the other.

Or when they woke up as recoms they were both really distraught by the situation and when emotions ran high they both said some hurtful stuff and after that they started hating each other

Just some suggestions! :)

Why not combine both into one :D , I chose the last idea. Thank you for your request!

Recom Brown x Recom f. Y/N x Recom Ja

Hatefucking with Brown and Ja

Masterlist (baseball cap buddies)

Summary: After waking up as recoms, many soldiers keep neglecting their emotions which leads to them exploding one day. Y/N gets into an argument with both Ja and Brown and they solve it by finally once giving in to their instincts and listening to their bodies.

Warnings: Smut, angst, cursing, arguing, manhandling, roughness, angry/hate sex, non-con, hurt/comfort, aftercare, threesome, orgasm denial, teasing, penetration, blowjob

Word Count: 6949

As you definitely already know by now, waking up in an Avatar wasn’t easy for the recoms. You all struggled but no one ever talked about it. Suppressing and ignoring is easier than acknowledging and solving. 

It’s an unhealthy strategy, you know that, but it does work. To a certain extent at least. Sometimes, bottling up emotions will cause them to suddenly burst one day. When that happens, things usually escalate. 

Now to bring up the inevitable, that exact thing already happened. 

About a week ago you lost your patience with two soldiers specifically. They broke too. 

You’re in the weaponry, holding a wetted rag in one hand and your assault rifle in the other. The weapon which now has scratches and a dent in it because of the way it was carelessly chucked at you by Ja. 

That was the first small spark of the huge fire that broke out that day. 

He’s clearly in a bad mood which infected you. His behaviour is unprofessional and you yourself aren’t in the best state of mind to be dealing with his moody self. 

But you have a little self-control left in you, so you don’t comment on his behaviour. You let it slide. Nonetheless, you’re pissed off. Your ears are flattened back and a frown is covering your usually cheerful face. 

Ja notices your mood change but it doesn’t cross his mind that it’s because of him. Sitting around the room on the other benches are Brown and Prager. Everyone is busy. Which is why Ja should focus on his work and not yours. 

“You’re doin’ it wrong.” he suddenly blurts out, breaking the heavy silence. The silence was comfortable and pleasant before he threw the weapon right next to you. 

Your movements of wiping the grease from the gun still and you ask yourself whether you heard that right. You hope for his sake that you imagined it because if he were to have the nerve to comment on your doings after his little childish fit, you would lose it. 

You glance up at him, studying his expression only to realise he did in fact say that and is now awaiting a reaction. Brown and Prager and now listening too. 

“You think I don’t know how to clean my own weapon?” You ask with an undertone of sass which has his ears flipping back too. 

“I can see you’re clueless.” 

That’s it. You can’t stand him anymore. “I’ve done this before. I know what I’m doing, dipshit.” you sneer at him, resting your hands on your lap while he stands in front of you. 

“Maybe that’s why our weapons haven’t been working properly lately. ‘Cause you have no idea what you’re doin’.” 

You’re speechless and boiling with anger. Who does he think he is?

“Maybe if you wouldn’t throw them on the fucking ground they would work just fine.”

Ja isn't able to fire back an argument at that. Perhaps he forgot he even mishandled your weapon. That could very well be the case. The number of overwhelming emotions have caused many of you to become hotheaded, but you were too angry with Ja to excuse his behaviour. 

You get up to stand at eye level with him. His stare is hard and intimidating now but you won't back down. You're not scared of him. 

"Don't start bitching to me about shit I know. It's not my problem you're all moody." You snap, provoking him by mimicking his voice in an exaggerated manner. 

"Moody?" He scoffs, taking a step forward to intimidate you. "You've been actin' like a bitch all day." 

You laugh at his pathetic comment. There's almost no point arguing with him. It’s like talking to a rude brick wall.

"I haven't even seen you today, until now." You reply. 

Prager steps up, walking a few steps closer to Ja and me. 

"Cut it out, both of you. We have to finish this in an hour." Prager says. He's right, we have a tight schedule and this is wasting time. 

Ja glares at him. "This doesn't concern you. She's been like this the whole time so I'm gonna deal with her now." 

You scoff, crossing your arms in front of your chest. "You don't have to 'deal' with shit. Brush it off like everyone else."

"Yeah, like that's what you do." He chuckles darkly.

"I let you, throwing my fucking weapon on the ground, slide earlier. I didn't call you out for almost breaking the door handle when you came in and I didn't complain about Brown not putting the fucking weights back." You snarl at Ja but now Brown stands up too. 

"Don't pull me into this shit." Brown says and Prager sighs before taking his weapon and leaving the room. 

"Just like your mess almost pulled me to the floor?" You continue to provoke, shifting your gaze from Ja to Brown. 

Brown had left his weights on the ground of the gym the other day instead of putting them back and you almost tripped over them after your workout. 

"Hey, I'm not the one blocking the shower for an entire hour." He snarls and you roll your eyes. 

"At least I fucking shower." You fire back. "Both of you smell like shit."

Ja takes offence again and glares at you as you turn around to pick up your weapon. The second you straighten your posture, a hand is on your shoulder and it roughly spins you around to face the two of them. 

"You do it on purpose don't you?" Ja snarls. 

His words catch you off guard. You don't understand. 

"What?" You ask, genuinely confused. Your angry tone fades with the question. 

"You wind us up." Brown adds, seeming to understand what Ja is saying. 

"I wind you up?!" You almost shout in disbelief. "Do you know how long I've been fighting the urge to punch you two?!"

They grin evilly at you, probably imagining you attempting to punch them. It makes you want to do it that much more. 

"I saved your lives you know?" You tease, shifting your weight from one leg to another. 

"Oh yeah, how?" Ja scoffs. 

"Pure self-control." You snarl, hinting at the fact that you're trying your best to not kill them.

"Something you both lack."

"Yeah, well you don't make it easy." Ja replies, stepping forwards so that he's all up in your space. His chest bumps against yours and your heart is racing. You tell yourself it's from the anger but really, it's because of them. Your hatred for each other has caused tension between the three of you. 

You don't know how to reply to that so you take a step back, trying to read his expression before your yes avert to Brown's. 

"What do you use? Is it some fuckin' body wash?" He asks and you just stare up at him in confusion.

" ‘S that why it takes you so fuckin' long to shower?" Brown grins scanning your body over. 

"What the fuck are you talking about?" You ask, upping the tone once more and crossing your arms in front of your chest.

There's a small pause while you await their answer. Both soldiers exchange looks before staring at you a little while longer. As if they aren't sure why you aren't catching on to what they're saying.

"Your smell. It's different." Ja says. You're at a loss for words. Are they seriously insulting your hygiene after mentioning themselves you take the most care of yourself?

"I smell different?" You ask in disbelief, trying to understand what is going through their heads. 

"You didn't smell like this before." Brown adds. You feel like you’re going mad. What the actual fuck are they talking about?

"Before what?" you fire back, trying to get to the bottom of this.

"Before we became recombinants. When we were human." Brown replies. Their eyes are fixated on you and their full attention makes you slightly nervous. You’re not used to this. 

“What are you even saying?” You ask again, telling yourself you will just leave like Prager if they don’t start making sense soon. 

Ja exhales loudly and still looks angry at you. 

“You expect us to be able to work properly with you smelling so fuckin’ good?” 

The words slowly sink in and you realise they are actually not insulting you. That’s a surprise. 

“Whatever you’re usin’, let it be.” Brown growls, backing up Ja. They both seem fed up. 

You think about their words and reactions for a minute, putting the puzzle pieces together in your mind while they just watch you. 

Suddenly, an idea comes to mind which has it all making sense and you gasp in shock before bursting out in laughter. 

Now it’s their turn to be confused. Ja and Brown exchange a quick questioning glance before turning back to you. 

“What so fuckin’ funny?” Ja asks. His bad mood is still very much present.

You have to pause your giggles to explain. 

“There’s no body wash in the bathrooms you morons.” you wheeze, holding your side to prevent stitches. “We’re not even allowed to use it.”

They don’t quite understand and continue to cluelessly stare at you.

“Poor babies, you’re going through your cycles.” You coo teasingly, trying to piss them off even more. 

Both their ears instantly flip back at the pet name and it makes you grin even more.

You turn away, wanting to wash the cloth you were just cleaning your gun with but once again, you’re pulled back to them and turned around. Ja tugs you back with such force you land right in front of them, almost bumping into their chests. 

You sigh, finally being able to relax your aching facial muscles from the laughing. “You didn’t read the documents did you?”

They stay silent for a few seconds before shaking their heads. Apparently, you were one of the only soldiers who read all the information about the new bodies. 

“Being all frustrated and moody tricks your body into thinking it’s your fucking seasonal cycle. Then you get all angry and horny for one specific person.” you grin evilly, pushing Brown’s chest back to create some sort of space between you and them. He just stumbles back one step, suddenly listening intently. 

“You’ve been honoured with me.” You tease. “Too bad you hate me and vice versa.”

Something in the atmosphere changes. Their gazes are no longer curious, but predatory in a way. 

“You’re serious?” Ja asks. His voice seems deeper than before. 

“Yeah, I wouldn’t make this shit up. The last thing I’m doing is trying to get in your pants, asshole.” you snarl. The insults naturally come to you at this point and you’re not sure whether you’re even speaking the truth. 

“Quit it with the attitude.” Brown growls. The way he says the words makes shivers run up your spine but at the same time it pisses you off.

“Me? Look at how you’re fucking behaving. Leave me the fuck alone before you fall in love.” you torment him, taking a few steps back to reach for the cloth again. 

“You’re too much of a bitch to even like.” he snarls at you. You would have thrown insults back if you’re wandering eyes wouldn’t have accidentally landed on his crotch. They then flickered over to Ja’s pants and he seemed to have the same problem.

This is pathetic. “Awwh seems you really have it bad for me.” you fake a sweet voice, giving them puppy eyes. 

“Yeah?” Brown scoffs. “Not the only one. I can fucking smell you Y/N.” 

“Apparently you always can.” you fire back, trying your best to avoid being exposed like them. 

“Why do you make everything so hard for us?” he sneers and you chuckle. 

“Literally or figuratively?”

“Bitch.” he growls, muttering the curse under his breath. 

“That’s your problem.” you say, shrugging your shoulder and turning your back to them once again. If they spin you around once more you will deliver a punch to one of their faces. 

“Our problem.” Ja corrects and it makes me scrunch my face in confusion. The fuck does that mean?

“Glad you have something in common.” you mutter, not bothering to give them your full attention anymore. 

“And I’m gonna deal with it.” Brown mumbles, probably talking to Ja but you overheard what he said. You want to turn around and question him but suddenly, a hand wraps around the base of your queue while the other catches both your wrists behind your back. 

You gasp in surprise at the sudden roughness but before you can comprehend who is doing what, you’re being pushed forward. Your chest and face are pressed down against the hard surface of a metal table. 

You can hear Ja chuckle from somewhere behind you but it’s now clear to you that Brown has had enough and is pinning you against the furniture. 

“You don’t know when to stop, do you?” Brown teases, growling the words. You hiss at him, trying to break free from his harsh grip but it’s useless. 

“Get off of me you son of a-”

He chuckles darkly at your miserable escape attempts. “Then don’t think that I will. By the time we’re done, you won’t be able to fucking talk like that anymore.”

Within moments after he speaks those words, you can hear him unbuckling his belt. You freeze, wondering whether you heard that correctly. Was he being serious?

When his hands start roughly opening yours and tugging down your cammies, you realise he wasn’t playing around anymore. 

Your body is in a state of unexpected shock and you don’t quite know how to react, but your stomach still continues to twist in excitement. An excitement they can smell. One that clouds their minds with lust and blinds out all common sense.

Ja comes around the table, squatting down in front of you and grinning at your helpless and surprised expression.

“Thought we’d let you just leave after all that?” he teases, lifting his hand to demeaningly stroke your cheek. You tilt your face away from his touch but he grabs your jaw and makes you look at him while Brown continues to strip your bottom half naked. 

“Why the fuck are you doing this?” you hiss at him in between struggles, hating how easily they took control of the situation. “I thought you- hated me.” 

Brown has now removed both of your pants and underwear and his large hand suddenly slid over the curve of your ass before roughly groping at it. It makes you whimper when you feel how mean he is being with you, definitely leaving the skin red. Ja glances up at Brown and when his eyes meet yours again, his grin has grown wider.

“Yeah, I fuckin’ hate you. Your attitude most of all.” he chuckles, deeply staring into your eyes. “But at least we can fix that.”

You frown, wishing you could slap that smirk clean off his face. But he isn’t taking you seriously. Not when you’re bent over a table, half naked and being manhandled by his friend.

Suddenly, Brown delivers a stinging slap to the area his hand just assaulted and it makes you flinch. You have to bite down on your lip to prevent yourself from crying out. Something tells you that even tears won’t help you out of this. 

“But there’s no denyin’ that you’re the hottest bitch around.” he grins, before getting up and pushing your head to the side. 

Above you, Brown chuckles again and you feel his hand slide lower until his two fingers slip down between your shamefully wet folds. 

“You’re sure you don’t have the same problem as we do, baby?” he asks, teasing you for being equally as worked-up as they are. 

“Never in a hundred years would I feel any sort of attraction to you idiots.” you spit your words, trying your best to still resist. 

“Guess we’ll find out.” he replies. His voice sounds strained. “I’ll fuck you dumb, Y/N.”

His words startle you and in the next second, Brown thrusts forward and his tip instantly penetrates your throbbing pussy. Your hands ball into fists at the intrusion and you press your forehead against the cold table, clenching your eyes closed. It felt different than you remember. Maybe it’s because your Avatar isn’t used to this.

Brown hisses in pleasure, not stopping his movements until he is buried balls deep inside of your dripping cunt. 

“Fuck-” he groans, letting go of your queue and now just holding your hip and wrists behind your back. “So tight.”

You whimper, clenching your jaw. “It hurts.” 

Your voice is quiet and shaky but he hears you. He hesitates to move after what he heard you say. To test the waters, he slowly pulls out, keeping just the tip of his dick between your lips. His eyes peer down to where you two are connected and his whole body freezes when he spots a few specks of blood. He knows very well it’s not from him and now he isn’t only questioning what he is doing, he’s regretting his actions. 

His eyes are wide with shock as he just stares at it. His thoughts are racing and his heartbeat picks up. What made him think he could do this to you? Instantly, his hands let go of you and you let them fall to your sides. 

Ja notices something is wrong and glances under your tail to be met with the safe horrific site his friend is seeing. It’s horrific to them, but surprisingly less bad for you.

They don’t understand. You’re scent clearly told them you were ready for sex and it fueled their instincts to mate. Now, seeing the potential harm they caused, snaps them back into reality for a few moments. 

“Shit- Y/N, I thought you wanted…” he stops mid-sentence, being reminded of your protests. We’re they that ignorant?

To their horror and confusion, you suddenly look calm. Your body is relaxed and you scoff, rolling your eyes. 

“I’m bleeding aren’t I?” you ask, feeling almost certain you know what is happening. 

“Yeah…” Brown replies and Ja takes a step back, not sure how to react. “Fuck, I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to hurt you like this. I-”

“Brown, calm the fuck down.” you say, silencing not only his panicked voice but their worried thoughts. 

Your tail lifts higher and you caress his jaw with it, looking over your shoulder with a grin. He doesn’t move away, he lets it happen. The silence makes him uncomfortable and he draws his hips back a little to completely remove himself from you but suddenly, you push back against him. Your hips follow his and you slide yourself back on his dick, taking him slightly deeper than just the tip. 

He freezes again, watching you in confusion and shock. Neither of the soldiers understood what was happening but watching you willingly press yourself up against him again made his dick twitch. Almost making him harder than before which is nearly impossible. 

“Tha Avatars are virgins. It’s normal.” you say, hoping to help them realise they didn’t hurt you in the way they feared. You didn’t expect to bleed because you didn’t bleed when you lost your virginity as a human. Either way, you know it’s nothing to be worried about. 

Both men are silent as they start to rethink everything and process what you just said. Then Brown speaks up, wanting to make sure he understood correctly.

“You’re okay?” he asks. His voice is tainted with worry and you can hear a small tremble. 

You chuckle, facing forwards again. “Aw, look at that. You guys give a shit about me.” 

Behind you, Brown and Ja exchange looks again. As if to make sure they’re both back on board with their original plan. 

“Main thing is you act like ‘big boys’, being all mean and grumpy and then you almost cry about a few drops of blood.” You laugh at them, with the full intention of winding them up again. You don’t know why you do it, but it's amusing to you because it’s so easy to get under their skin. 

You wiggle your hips against Brown for a few seconds and that’s all it takes for his original self to be back on you. 

“I knew you do it on purpose.” he snarls but you know he is grinning to himself. Now you know that he likes it, even if he complains about your bitchy behaviour. Maybe you need to be like this more often. 

“Do what?” you ask, playing dumb which makes him chuckle. Fuck, do you do things to him. 

“If anyone’ll be cryin’ it’ll be you on my dick.” he says, groping the soft flesh of your hips. Brown loved how soft you were. It very often made him weak when he would watch you. Now, he gets to touch you 

“Make it happen before you have another crisis.” you tease, and with that Brown thrusts forward once more. This time, he goes slightly harder than before. 

You inhale sharply, stretching your arms forward to hold on to the edge of the table. He pauses, tapping the insides of your ankles with his boot for you to open your legs wider. You move one and he doesn’t bother to wait for the other so he kicks it to the side. 

The pain is very mild and is rapidly fading away each time he thrusts forward. 

Ja moves in front of you again, leaning down to look at you. 

“Dirty girl,” he tuts. “Been needin’ this, huh?”

You stare at him, trying to look composed but your lips constantly fall open in synch with Brown’s movements. 

“Needed us to take care ‘f your pretty pussy.” he coos and oddly, the words make you let out a silent moan. He notices your attempt in hiding it. 

“Not you specifically.” you push the words out unevenly because you feel like the air is being fucked from your lungs. “You just got lucky.” 

Brown was listening and he hums before spanking the sweet spot under your ass. It makes you yelp and jolt forward. Suddenly, he picks up the pace, thrusting harder into you than before and you feel like you forgot how to breathe. 

“You wanna cum?” Brown asks, seeming slightly agitated by your attitude again. 

“You can’t make m-”

Before you can finish your sentence, he shuts you up by reaching beneath you and softly brushing his fingers against your clit. As if he knew what you were going to say so he decided to prove you wrong instead of answering. 

“You wanna clench down around my dick? Finally let go and let me take care ‘f you?” he asks, leaning forwards to reach your ear. 

Ja is looking up at him with a doubtful and questioning expression. 

The offer sounds good but you choose to not answer. 

“I’ll take real good care of ya.” he whispers through his heavy breathing. “Fuck you until you’re full of cum. I’ll have y’er legs shakin’ and shit.” 

You whimper, feeling overwhelmed. It’s as if he knows exactly what your desperate body needs. 

“You want that?” he asks, urging you to answer by fucking you deeper. You feel so close, loving the way he seems to fill you with the girth of his cock while rubbing your clit through your wet lips. Everything suddenly seems perfect. 

“Yes-” you whisper, closing your eyes. 

“Can’t hear ya.” Brown breathes out, seeming to struggle to control himself.

“Yes!” you cry out, arching your back against him. “Please, please. Fuck-” Your hips push back once again. Any second now your orgasm will hit you. 

He chuckles again but it almost goes unheard because you’re about to be flooded with pure bliss. Brown straightens his posture again and suddenly, his hips still. 

You open your eyes, wondering whether he was readjusting his position but he just stopped. 

In confusion, you turn your head and look up at him over your shoulder. There’s an evil smirk stretched across his face and suddenly you realise he screwed you over. 

“Bad girls don’t get to cum.” he says, clearly amused by how confused and desperate you look. 

“You’re fucking kidding-” you breathe out. He shakes his head no, looking at Ja who is now grinning too. 

In a last attempt to please yourself, you rock your hips back and forth on his dick. Brown’s hands fly to your hips and he curses while digging his fingertips into your soft flesh, holding you still. 

“Fuck- you slutty girl.” he swears. 

Brown had to force himself to stop even though he wanted nothing more but to have you cum around him. He felt the need to fill you up and he will, but first, he and Ja need to teach you a lesson. One you won’t forget. 

Ja stands up and starts to unbuckle his pants in front of you. 

“Choke on his dick and I’ll think about it.” Brown says, tugging your hair back and making you look up at Ja. 

“You assholes-” you mumble, still trying to calm down your breathing. Brown decides to take it up a notch and he slaps your pussy, making the area of your clit stingy unexpectedly. 

You whimper, flinching again and tightening your grip around the edge of the table. 

Ja pushes his pants down to his mid-thigh and you stare at him. We’re they both naturally this big or was it because we have Na’vi DNA now? Either way, it’s extremely intimidating and they is no way you think you can fit that in your mouth. You’re surprised you’re managing to take Brown who is still balls-deep inside you as we speak.

“Do it and I’ll let you cum.” Brown says, tilting your head up further to force your mouth open.

“If you listen, I’ll be nice when it’s my turn.” Ja grins, cupping your jaw now to replace Brown’s hand. Your eyes widen at the statement. His turn? You’ve never done anything like this. It’s always only been one person. 

“You guys are so cruel.” you mutter, tipping your ears back and drooping your tail in defeat. Both men would almost feel sorry for you if you wouldn’t have had such a rude mouth before. 

You huff out a sigh and Ja shifts closer, so you open your mouth. Your tongue slips past your lips and he rests his tip on it before inching forwards again. 

You make sure to show your display of annoyance when wrapping your lips around his dickhead and gently suckling on it. But Ja isn’t looking at your eyes, he’s watching your saliva-coated, plump lips close around his girth. His body shudders and he places a hand into your hair, unable to tear his gaze away from your mouth. 

You gently worship his tip, swirling your tongue around it before pressing it up against the slit of his dick. A low grumble erupts from deep within Ja’s chest and his muscles flex to prevent him from thrusting forwards into your warm mouth. 

Proceeding with pleasuring him, you remove your lips from his tip and start sloppily licking up and down his length. Your tongue starts at his balls, slowly moving up and tracing along a vein until you reach his tip again. 

“Fuckin’ hell…” he murmurs, clenching his stomach muscles in pleasure. 

Behind you, Brown slowly pulls out of you, making sure not to trigger your or his orgasm just yet. However, you relax at the feeling of him moving again and let your mouth fall open. Ja uses this to his advantage, almost shoving half his length into your mouth. You don’t protest, you take it. Moving your head forwards, he already brushes against the back of your throat. The uncomfortable feeling makes you freeze your movements so that you won’t gag. Instead, you hiccup while he’s stuffed in your mouth and he grins. 

“That’s it,” Ja praises, watching you fight back your gags. “So fuckin’ good for me.” 

You look up at him with glassy eyes of slowly forming tears and he almost loses himself in them. Ja feels pity for you and looks back to Brown who is intently watching you work your way down Ja’s length. 

“She’s bein’ good. C’mon.” he urges his friend and Brown’s eyes flicker up to Ja. 

He nods with a smirk, deciding to tease you a little more before giving in to his and your desires. Brown holds his dick and glides his tip between your folds, watching with dilated pupils how your hips naturally chase his movements in an attempt to stuff yourself full with him again. 

“Shit, you have it bad, huh?” he coyly teases, once again lifting your tail to clear his view of your dripping and throbbing heat. 

Your ears tip back again. Not as bad as they had it earlier. It’s their fault for getting you so worked up now. 

Brown notices the return of your attitude but this time it doesn’t annoy him, it fuels his lust for you.

He leans back down to you, placing his lips near your right ear and whispering, “I’m gonna fuck your pretty pussy until it hurts.” 

Your eyes widen at his words but he almost instantly draws back, not waiting for your reaction. You stop paying attention to Ja for a few moments, especially when Brown snaps his hips forwards once more and fills you to the brim with his cock. Almost instantly, your back arches and he grabs a hold of your hips, starting to roughly fuck himself into you. 

Ja gently nudges his hips forwards too, slowly urging you to take more of him. You resume your previous actions, and after a few minutes, you realise you can’t think straight. Your eyes flutter closed in pleasure every few thrusts and your mouth is hanging open with small droplets of saliva spilling from the sides. You can’t concentrate on Ja anymore and he pulls away. However, he isn’t disappointed in the slightest. Seeing your fucked-out facial expression is a sight he never wants to forget. He would have had to pull away anyway because he didn't want to cum just yet. The first time he gets to have you, he will release his load into you, to mark you as his. Well, Brown’s and his. Brown seems to have the same plan. 

Brown’s thighs are slapping against the back of yours with each harsh thrust. He’s plunging his dick as deep as he can into you while digging his fingers into the flesh of your ass. To him, you are the most attractive and sexy thing he has ever seen. He never expected himself to be attracted to an Avatar, not even when he became a recombinant, but at the end of the day, it was you. And you are the best girl out there in both their opinions. 

Your new body kept the slim waist you used to have and your soft hips and thighs. They never touched you before but they remembered your body.

“Mmm- fuck, ‘m so close.” you whimper, spreading your legs even further apart and giving yourself to him. Your movement makes Brown hiss. Seeing the girl he was secretly chasing, offer and open herself to him like this is a gift from heaven. Brown and Ja both desired you for a while, which is why their attraction to you spiralled out of control today. It’s another reason why they hated you. You were a bitch to them that they found hot, and it angered them that they had to resist you. At least until now. You had no right being so nerve-killing while looking good. 

Brown once again decides to play with you, wanting to overstimulate you in the slightest. His hand once again dips under you and he’s rubbing his middle fingers between your lips and over your clit repeatedly. 

You cry out, trying to distance yourself from the rough touch. Your body was still very sensitive from almost cumming before. But Brown held you in place and you had to embrace it, taking everything he’s giving you. 

“Just like that baby,” he groans, “Cum for me.” 

He continues exactly what he’s doing and the more you tense your body, the faster your orgasm approaches. It hits you like a huge wave, making you hold on to the edge of the table until your knuckles turn white. Your tail stretches upward and is trembling along with your legs. In a desperate attempt to prolong the bliss, your start pushing your hips back against Brown’s to meet his thrusts. 

His breath gets caught in his throat and the mixture of your pussy clenching around him, almost sucking him in and refusing to let him pull out and seeing you fuck yourself on him again has Brown cumming. 

His hips stutter and he’s sloppily humping your behind, finally shooting his load into your begging pussy and keeping you filled up by plugging your entrance with his cock. Your movements calm down and after a few moments, you’re both still and regaining your breath. He wasn’t lying when he said you’d be crying on his dick. A few tears of pleasure and overstimulation have already run down your cheeks. 

He knows he’s been mean with teasing you and he loves how well you took his handling, baring through it all. Brown snakes an arm around your waist, lifting your upper body so that you’re standing in front of him while he stays buried deeps inside you. His arms embrace you from behind, holding you against his chest to make sure you don’t lose your balance. Brown rests his chin on your shoulder before nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. 

“You’re so good,” he whispers in praise, still not letting your warm body go. 

This is a new side of him you’ve never seen and it makes you instantly melt and relax against him. You weren’t expecting to be treated so nicely after the argument you had earlier. 

“Best girl out there.” he adds. His heavy breathing calms and gently fans against the skin of your neck. The praise sounds so rewarding. 

You lean back and close your eyes for a few seconds, relaxing and regaining strength after almost losing control of your trembling body. 

Ja walks around the table, watching your interaction before stopping in front of you. Your hazy eyes slowly open and meet his. His hand reaches for you and he leans forward, closing the gap between your lips. You don’t resist. Sure, there were occasions where both of them really got on your nerves and you were sure that if you had a loaded gun in your hand during those times, you would kill them. Earlier today, your weapons weren’t loaded. But somehow you seemed to solve each other's problems now, so why not let it happen? 

His hands were all over you, skimming down your waist before gently starting to bunch up the cloth of your tank top. You let him slip it off you while Brown watched, still not removing himself from inside you. Brown’s fingertips traced along your ribcage, exploring the new skin you showed them while Ja started fumbling with your sports bra, slowly tugging it up and over your head so that it could join your pile of clothes on the floor. 

You were completely bare in front of them but since your body was cradled between them so you didn’t feel exposed to the room.

“God, you’re so fuckin’ pretty…” Ja whispers, staring at all of you. Behind you, Brown hums in approval and you can feel the vibrations come from his chest. He continues to hold you while Ja cups your breast and kisses you again. 

You’re so lust-drunk even after the orgasm Brown gave you, you moan into the kiss. It drives Ja wild, and he intensifies his actions. 

“My fucking turn.” he grumbles, pulling away and staring down at your bare pussy. Brown obliges. He’s had his time with you, now Ja should too. 

Slowly, Brown retracts his dick from inside you, leaving you sore and hollow. You let out a soft whimper as he pulls away, being nudged against Ja’s now bare chest. He holds you upright while Brown sorts himself out, probably putting his pants back on. 

After a little less than a minute, I feel Brown’s presence behind me again. It confuses me but Ja doesn’t seem to have a problem with it.

His left arm once again wraps around your waist, tighter than before and his right hand stretches down to grab the backside of your knee. Ja reaches for your other leg, placing his palm on the back of your thigh before both men suddenly lift your feet off the ground. You hold on to their arms, gripping their biceps in an attempt to steady yourself. The sudden movement is a surprise to you. 

“Don’t worry, sweetheart.” Ja grins, placing one of your legs over his shoulder while Brown continues to effortlessly hold you in the air. “We got you.” 

You’re staring at him with wide eyes, definitely impressed by their strength. Ja doesn’t waste time with you. He’s already pressing his leaking tip against your entrance. The fact that Brown’s cum is dripping out of you doesn’t bother him at all. As long as it’s either of them fucking you and no one else, they don’t have a problem with it. 

“Ready?” he asks, helping Brown hold you up by holding the underside of your thighs. 

You gulp nervously, still feeling slightly sore from Brown’s brutality. 

He smirks. “I’ll be careful.”

You exhale shakily before nodding. “Okay.”

He pets your thigh as if to show you he liked your answer before he starts to slowly enter you. You squirm in their arms but they keep a firm hold of your body, holding you in place until Ja bottoms out. It’s easier for him to enter you after your pussy has been worked open by Brown. 

“Good girl,” Brown whispers into your ear. “Show him how well you can take him.”

You let your head fall back against his shoulder, faintly nodding your head. 

Ja’s lips are parted and his mouth is slightly hanging open as he pants. It’s been too long since either of them have felt pleasure like this. Too long since they’ve been with a woman, but hell, you beat them all. 

Ja is starting to hastily thrust himself inside you while watching your expression. It seems so soreness has faded or at least it’s been concealed by lust once more. He is also still stimulated from your sloppy blowjob so Ja has to hold back a little to not cum instantly. He’s into messiness and sloppy sex. It’s his favourite thing, which is probably also why the squelching sounds of your slick and Brown’s cum along with the way the fluids are dripping down you and coating his length, turn him on even more. 

“Got one more in ya?” he asks between breaths. At this point you’re so mindblown by the way they have and are fucking you, you could cum on command. 

“Yes- fuck. It’s so good-” you breathe out, arching your back again and throwing your head back. Brown’s lips attach to the side of your neck and he nibbles and sucks on your skin. The hickey that he is forming is the least of your concerns. To be completely honest, you want to be covered with them. You want to be theirs in every way possible. 

“Let go baby, can’t hold it much- longer.” he struggles to say. The feeling of your wet cunt welcoming him in is exactly what he needs.

And just like on command, you cum. Brown holds you tighter while your body trembles and your toes curl. You’re a moaning mess and a few seconds after you, Ja is stuffing your pussy full of his cum, emptying his load into your drenched hole. 

He’s cursing your name and holding you so tightly, his hands leave red marks on your thighs. 

“Goddamn. Didn’t know you had it in ya.” Brown grins, continuing to steadily hold you while you and his friend calm down. 

“Might have to start forgetting to put away gym equipment on purpose now.” he chuckles, and you scoff and Brown’s joke. 

“The only reason this happened is because you morons can’t keep your shit under control.” you say. You would have been fine. They were throwing a tantrum. 

Brown frowns. “And just like that, the good girl is gone again.” 

“Good girl my ass, this is your doing.” you reply. They’re the reason you get so annoyed with them. 

“Maybe we just need to keep fuckin’ her. Then she won’t be talkin’ to us like a bitch anymore.” Ja adds to the conversation. 

“Permanent sex to keep your filthy mouth closed and bad attitude gone.” Brown chuckles. 

“Forget it, I’m so done right now.” You shut their idea down as your voice slowly recedes to a whisper. You’re exhausted. 

They don’t argue with you and carefully place you back on the ground. While you all get dressed you continue to throw insults each other's way but at this point, it’s all playful. 

You’re all behind schedule now with your tasks so you sit down again and get back to work on cleaning your weapons. For the next hour or so, all three of you continue talking. The teasing doesn’t stop but you’ve discovered that you hate them a little less now.

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[tasteleeknow]

Jadeeeee are your fluff requests still opennn?Because i had a really cute idea: Chan dealing with a hangry S/O who’s sulking and refusing to eat what’s at home cz it’s not satisfying her craving but she’s also too shy to actually ask for what she wants to eat.

No this is not inspired by the fact that I am hangry and haven’t had anything to eat for maybe 16 hours now and am feeling all sorts of irritation and frustration. Not at all 👀

He stops and turns to watch you trudge up the street, shoulder's slumped. "Why are you walking so slow?" he asks, walking towards you to take your hand in his.

"Tired," you mumble, dropping your head onto his chest.

"Mm? Wanna head home?"

You lift your head, looking up at him. He raises his brows in question when you say nothing. Then you shake your head. He coos at your troubled expression, lifting your chin so you're looking at him properly. "What's wrong?" he asks, thumb pulling your bottom lip down a little and then letting go.

"'M hungry," you pout.

"Let's go home then."

You shake your head again and he laughs, pecking your pouting lips quickly—unable to resist. "Talk to me, baby," he encourages, playing with your plush bottom lip again.

"Are you hungry?" you ask, just loud enough for him to make out.

He loves when you get all shy and quiet. It makes him want to take you home and pin you underneath him. He nods, despite feeling relatively full from his big lunch.

"What do you feel like?" you ask, playing with his fingers.

"What do you feel like?"

"I asked first."

He grins, taking a few steps forward until your back is pushed up against a concrete wall. He cups your face in his palm, keeping your eyes directed at him. "Don't be shy, angel," he encourages. Not until we get home, he adds silently. "Tell me what you want."

He watches your eyes drop to his lips, pulling a fond smile onto his face. You'd never kiss him in public, your quick glances towards his mouth cluing him in to when it crossed your mind. It was the thought that counted.

"Pancakes," you breathe.

His smile widens. "For dinner?"

Your head dips into a slight nod, eyes wide. He has to remind himself public displays of affection make you anxious; that he shouldn't hold you against the wall and kiss you until you're both breathless.

He takes your hand again. "Alright, let's go find pancakes."

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[princelylove]

Hmm I just have this question in my mind. Who do you think is the worst yandere to deal with and who is the easiest to deal with in Joestar blood line? (If can, I'd love to know your ranking on each person)

For me, I think the worst to deal with is Jotaro (he is too strong and smart to fight back) and the easiest is Jonathan (a gentleman, he is so sweet, so easy to manipulate)

~ 🏵️ anon ~

I included Lisa Lisa + Holly because nobody talks about them enough. I love women. Technically Lisa Lisa doesn’t count but shhh. I omitted Johnny because I feel like I should reread sbr… This is subject to change if my interpretation of any of these characters develops, but for now I'm fairly confident in it.

From easiest to worst:

I have to agree with Jonathan for the easiest. He hasn’t discovered free will or the fact that he has the potential to be a lot worse. Look at DIO- besides from the vampirism, that’s all Jonathan. That’s terrifying. A man of that size hunting you down is frightening, but you’re in luck, Jonathan has no plans of mistreating you. He’s very careful to respect your wishes- and mopes when you tell him no. He respects you, he’s not going to go against your wishes and escort you home without you wanting it. (He’ll just follow behind. Very far behind. No one is going to harm his darling on his watch.) He sulks if you flat out reject him, but he’ll leave you alone for a little while. It’s not gentlemanly to pursue someone after they’ve said no! It’s not gentlemanly to beat all of his love’s suitors to almost-death either, but that’s got nothing to do with you. “I just can’t afford to lose you. Won’t you please let me walk you home?”

The worst you’re getting with Josuke is his little random urges to act on his sadism, which is once in a blue moon. You’re fine. You even have the right to go outside and go places without him! He’s like the obsessive boyfriend that blows up your phone when you haven’t texted him in a while. If your phone has a do not disturb mode you’ll be alright. Just send him a selfie and a quick explanation of every little thing in the shot. He tends to cling when you return to him, but is that really so bad? Josuke’s your own personal weighted blanket, and doesn’t jump to conclusions when you miscommunicate. He’ll hear you out, let you explain yourself, take some time to think about it, and give you a little smack on the wrist if you didn’t do anything too bad. That isn’t to say that he won’t properly punish you, it’s just that it takes a lot for him to get there. He’s fair. “You’re going out? Kay, text me.”

Holly is a sweetheart, and by herself, should be much higher on this list.. Her son, however… is the worst. He likely learned his yandere tendencies from her in his youth, when she was still with his father. If you’re going to “parent” him, he’s gonna make sure you’re really fit to be around her in the first place. Holly knows how to read the room, she’s very good at picking up on someone’s true intentions. She’s seemingly very passive, but that isn’t really the case! Holly is very tolerant. She understands the stress, and just wants to help. You can lash out, say things out of stress, maybe even try to run away, but you’ll be back. If you’re not… Well, first you’ll receive a very special “pretty please” message, and second you’ll receive a very pissed off Jotaro, here to drag you by your collar back to where you belong. Holly truly believes that she knows better, and while she doesn’t have the personality to be firm and a bit mean to you to get you back in line, her son does. She doesn’t want to punish you! You’re her everything, your pain is her pain! You’re never in any real danger with Holly. Jotaro coming to get you, though? Fair game. “Oh, sweetheart… please let me put a bandaid on that. I’ll kiss it better!”

As long as you’re complacent, you’ll survive Joseph. Considering the lack of a physical threat, he should be a bit higher, but he’s more overbearing than Holly is, and more willing to trap you himself. Sure, he’ll follow you everywhere and insist on showing you every little thing he’s doing, but he means well. He’s very overbearing, but as long as you consistently show Joseph affection and the attention he’s begging for, you’re allowed to have a relatively normal life. It’s like having a big puppy following you around that thinks he’s a lap dog. He just won’t ever leave you alone. Or let you buy things yourself. Why would he?? He’s right there, let him do it! Not like he’s doing anything with that Joestar money. Joseph’s very touchy, he’ll almost always have his arm around you, or insist on holding hands. He needs you. He goes crazy without you. He can’t sleep, won’t train to his full potential, and barely touches his food if you’re not there. Joseph is obsessed with you, and can’t do anything without having a little hit of you first. Poor guy. “Have you ever thought about moving to new york?”

Jolyne can be an asshole, but she’s a lot better than the rest of this list. She tells it to you how it is- you’re hers, and she wants to be by you all the time. Jolyne’s not the most emotionally expressive, I see her a lot in younger Jotaro, but she is very verbally expressive. She has no mental filter; Nothing’s ever up in the air when it comes to Jolyne. She’s just sort of keeping guard over you most of the time, and is fine with just being around you, for a little while. She’s fine with physically threatening you if you get out of line, her muscles aren’t just for aesthetics. She does it in “subtle” ways- picking you up to move you out of her way, pulling you onto her lap, putting her well-built thigh over you while you’re sleeping together. She tells you to call her “Jojo” and won’t answer to anything else- I think she spent too much time with Gwess. She craves that mushy, disgustingly affectionate talk she used to get from her ex, and fully expects it from you. She’s terribly insecure, and needs the consistent reassurance that you’re into her or she’ll get in your face about it. You don’t like her anymore? What kind of stupid bitch changes their mind in a day? Did she do something? Are you mad?? What’d she do??? “You and me. That’s all you gotta think about.”

Lisa Lisa loves to micromanage. You don’t really need to think with her, do you. All of your needs will be met on her private island- there’s staff, luxurious utilities, and plenty of space for you to “free roam.” You might feel free in the beginning, but once you see people going about their day across the water, it’s clear how trapped you are. Lisa Lisa likes keeping you where she can see you, and if she’s busy with training, you can sit off to the side where it’s safe to watch. If it weren’t for Suzi Q, she’d ask that you bring her drinks every once in a while. Aht. Don’t forget her kiss, either. Lucky for you, Suzi Q is absurdly good at her job, and you won’t need to lift a finger. Just sit there, read your magazine in the sun, or pay attention to Lisa Lisa’s teachings. Not that she’d ever approve of you using hamon. You're meant to be hers, that's it. What's the point of teaching a lap dog how to be a guard dog? Just sit still and be pretty for her, or face the consequences. “Darling, come back inside.”

Jotaro does not know how to be normal. His yandere “habits” weren’t exactly discouraged in his youth, so he sees no issue with behaving this way. An older Jotato might be better to deal with- he’s more calm, more rational. I’d put older Jotaro in the high middle difficulty rather than being on top, since he has a lot more patience and won’t just rush to kidnap you, but young Jotaro? I’ll pray for you. Most of the people down this low on the list are intelligent, thorough, and aggressive. Jotaro meets all three of those categories. He just wants to protect you. Don’t be stupid and push him away. Controlling and way too overprotective, Jotaro sleeps well at night knowing that you’re exactly where you need to be- locked up where no one else can find you, and in his arms. He doesn’t really think much of physical affection- his mother normalized it so much that he truly doesn’t see anything wrong with always touching you. He’s just making sure your heart’s still beating, your lungs are still working, your stomach isn’t growling… Jotaro knows you need the sun, but to be honest, the most you’re getting is the courtyard, or an open window. He just can’t risk it. Maybe he can be convinced to give you some vitamins for what you’re lacking, as long as he can read the label and have some time to research where exactly it’s coming from. If you try to run away enough times, he’ll break your legs. He really doesn’t want to, and will hesitate riiiight before he snaps them both, but he will. He’ll nurse you back to health, and work you through physical therapy, so don’t whine. You did this to yourself. “Don’t be such a pain in the ass, I’m helping you.”

Giorno is not too keen on letting his possessions act on their own. That’s what you are, really. All of passione is under his possession, sure, the products, the money… the people. He views you as one of his things. That isn’t to say that he doesn’t love you, he very much so does, but there just isn’t room for doubt that Giorno views you as ‘his’ first, and a person second. He knows what he’s doing to you by clipping your wings, it’s a shame things have to be this way in order for him to obtain what he wants. He understands it's wrong to kidnap someone, and to restrain them, but in the end, isn't it for the better? It's like keeping a cat strictly indoors. You may underestimate him since he isn’t as physically built as the rest of his family- even Jolyne has considerably more muscle than him- but that would be unwise. Giorno’s thought of every possibility, and has prepared for it sufficiently- what he has on Jotaro is his ability to adapt, quickly. He's a very quick learner. Giorno can sweet talk his way out of any situation, whether that be through twirling his hair and giving you that doe eyed expression or through a genuine threat. He has both the foundation and passione twirled around his pinky. What makes Giorno so awful is his ability to read you, and the fact that if you ever seriously wrong him, you’ll never see Heaven. Once Giorno loves you, it's him or death- You get no warnings. It’s pointless to hide your true intentions from Giorno. You may think you have choices, but it’s all the same in the end. His expectations are very high, but to avoid disappointment, he’ll likely pick someone that already meets some of his requirements- Why would he go through the effort of fixing someone to his liking when he can find someone that’s perfect for him, and will stay perfect? Giorno is as alluring as can be, and once you’re finally within his grasp, there is no way out. “I expected more from you.”

[k1ngdom-of-thieves]

May I ask for a gn reader who has problems sleeping (could be anything: nightmares,insomnia) and getting tired in the daytime while being a night owl at night with Vil, Riddle and Azul?

Course!

Vil, Riddle, and Azul + reader that has sleep problems!

Vil Schoenheit

Vil is not letting you get away with having an improper sleep schedule. Your beauty rest is not something you can just sacrifice on a whim!

He’ll talk to you about trying to find the cause of what is making you stay up so late, whether it be insomnia or just you not properly managing your time. He wants you to know that you can rely on him if there’s anything that is making you stressed.

In fact, he’ll try to help reduce whatever it is that I’d causing your lack of sleep. From helping you finish your work faster or contacting a doctor to learn how best to deal with that insomnia.

He’ll ask if you’d like to share a bed for a while, it’s for his sake more than anything else. Just so if there’s anymore issues, he’ll be right there to help immediately.

“While I’m here, would you like me to bring my set of custom teas? Some of them are meant to help you sleep better.”

Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle is also someone that won’t allow you to have poor sleeping habits. He’ll come to you immediately and question you for what seems like hours over why you’re not getting good sleep.

If it’s due to insomnia, he’ll be a bit more understanding and tries to find ways to help you. He is a doctor’s son after all!

But if it’s because you lose track of time, he’ll scold you but still tries to help you find ways to fix it. He can’t have your deteriorating health on his conscience.

He’ll come over to check on you from time to time if it’s a school night. Riddle says it’s to “keep you from trying to do an all-nighter” but it’s clear that he was just worried.

“How long have you been up for? Please don’t tell me you haven’t gone to bed yet.”

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul is going to be a bit of a hypocrite here. He tells you that staying up late is terrible for your health but then does just that to calculate the gross profit of the lounge.

He’s a little flustered when you point out his hypocrisy but he stands by his point on it being bad for you. His actions have nothing to do with the conversation at hand. He’s so dumb sometimes lol

You tell him that you’ll only try to fix your schedule if he tries to fix his. Which is something he reluctantly agrees to.

The first time you both had tried to go to bed at an acceptable time, Azul was knocked out before you guys even said ‘good night’ to each other. Which is a hilarious look for the “calm and collected” owner of the Mostro Lounge.

“Good morning, hm? I fell asleep before you? Oh great seven, I’m so sorry! We were supposed to- it’s alright? Oh, ok.”

[lemonwood31]

One thing I haven’t seen mentioned much when people are discussing Halsin’s mistakes or failings as a leader, but which I find interesting in the broader context of his character, is his decision to resign from his post as Archdruid and travel with the party to Moonrise.

I’m not saying that he shouldn’t have left. But it was far from an ideal way to go. The Grove is still at a crisis point, reeling from the Shadow Druid infiltration. Kagha’s demotion has caused an upheaval in the power dynamics all on its own, never mind the introduction of a new Archdruid. All of the tensions between the faction who broadly agreed with Halsin’s leadership and those who were critical of him, which were probably operating under the surface before he left, are now unignorable and out in the open. He leaves literally the same night he gets back to the Grove. There’s no time for any handover with Francesca, and who knows how long an interim period before she even arrives. There’s no time for him to properly work through what happened with the other druids or to have the kind of processing conversations that people need to have following that sort of crisis. There’s probably barely time for him to say goodbye to his friends. His departure must feel utterly destabilising to people like Nettie and Rath, and to the animals he was caring for like Ormn.

What it reminds me of is friendships I’ve had in the past with people who deal with their anger by suppressing it until it suddenly becomes too much and they explode. Rather than either talking to you about what they’re mad about when it’s still a small issue, or letting it go, they stew on it until it reaches boiling point and they can’t hold back any longer, and you suddenly find out that they’ve been mad at you for the past six months over things you had no idea were bothering them.

I’m not saying Halsin left the Grove out of anger, to be clear. I think he left because he’d spent so long caring for everyone’s needs and not his own, and taking too much on his own shoulders, and ignoring the burnout it was causing, that all of a sudden it all got too much, he couldn’t cope any more, and he seized the first opportunity to leave. There are plenty of examples of him having a, let’s say less than healthy, attitude towards his own responsibilities in-game. One that I only just discovered is that at the epilogue party he has a line about how maybe he’s feeling anxious about leaving his community because he’s not used to having free time and can’t help but feel like he’s neglecting something. The fact that he hasn't taken any time for himself in six months building the community, and that when he does take a night off he then feels guilty about it, says to me that he’s not just a hard worker who likes to care for other people, but that he is actively sublimating his own needs in order to avoid having to deal with his emotions. You can only do that sort of thing for so long before it bubbles over whether you like it or not.

And again, I’m not saying his decision to leave was the wrong one, given the circumstances he was in. Obviously there’s an element of his hand being forced, in that the party isn’t going to stick around and wait for him while he ties up loose ends at the Grove. Very possibly everything had reached such a crisis point that there wasn’t much to be gained by his staying, and it was the best option to have a clean break and let Francesca start entirely afresh. He himself says that leaving was possibly the wisest decision he made as Archdruid.

But it would have been better, I think, if he’d made that decision sooner. If he’d had time to plan his departure properly, and say his goodbyes at leisure, and (radical idea, I know!) allow the other druids to have a hand in selecting the new leader, and give that new leader a proper introduction. If he’d done it before burnout made it impossible to stay any longer. If he’d been able to part on good terms, at a time when the Grove was stable.

And the fact that he didn’t do any of that, that he left it too long and as a consequence the parting was a difficult one rather than a smooth transition, is, I think, if not a failing, exactly, definitely a mistake, and one that paints a wider picture of how he deals with his emotions.

[igotanidea]

The fear: Jason Todd x fem!reader part 5

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„Y/L/N”

„Hello to you to Damian.”

“You’ve changed.”

“It’s barely been a month. Surely I did not change that much?”

“You are pale and thin. You also look tired. “

She was all of it. She’s been working a lot in the lab, not really seeing much of the sun and not taking any care in eating or sleeping properly so her favorite hoodie suddenly became too big and it showed.  It may have been just a couple of weeks since they saw each other but it felt like more.

“Where are your brothers, Dami?” she sighed deeply not wanting to get into discussion with the youngest Wayne. The discussion she knew she wouldn’t win at the current state.

“ Batcave. Wait, was it Dick who called you?”

“Yes.”

“Is it because of what happened…..?”

“Yes, Damian. I’m actually surprised that you are aware of the situation. Now, can you let me through?”

“I’m coming with you.”

“Really? Since when are you interested in what’s happening to Jay?”

“He’s my brother, Y/N. You know I…..” confessing how he felt was still hard for the boy and Y/N just nodded smiling lightly, not forcing him to finish the sentence.

“I do. Now come on, there’s no time to waste.”

Much to Dick and Tim’s surprise they entered the cave together and their eyes immediately landed on Jason sitting on the floor in the corner.

“Y/N!” Dick stood up from his chair abruptly hugging his friend tightly “you came.”

“Well, you called. How is…..?”

“You look thin.” He pointed out “have you been taking care of yourself?”

“Is that really important right now? I haven’t all right? You can roar me up later since we, I have more urgent matter at hand.”

“Right. Sorry. I’ll wig you after we deal with Jay. “

“Tim. Hi.” The girl turned toward the middle brother. “what’s the state of fact?”

“Fear gas got into his system during mission. He was saving a kid from the building and forgot to care about himself.”

“He always did when it came to kids…..” she muttered

“Do you think you can help him snap out of whatever he is seeing right now?”

“I’ll try.” She nodded “It’ s not the first time he’s going through this nightmare, is it? I have the most experience. But I need you guys to leave. “

“But….” Tim tried to oppose, however she did not let him

“Please, Tim. I…. I need to do it alone, all right? We’ll catch up I promise. I’ll tell you all about my latest discovery, I bet it would catch your attention, but for now – go. “

“I’m not going to argue with her” Dick raised his hands and exited “she knows what she’s doing.”

“If that’s what you need then fine….” Tim muttered and hesitantly walked right after his brother.

“Dami…..” the only one left was the youngest and arguably the most persistent Wayne. The one who might have understood her the best from them all. During the years they developed strong connection, the one that stays on the inside not showing out for display. He knew her and she knew him, almost like they were twins. She was the one who taught him a lot about feelings and how to process them without letting them consume you and now, he felt all the emotions running through her veins “stop trying to get inside my mind.”

“ I don’t really need to try.” He smirked “Seriously, Y/N, he hurt you and now you are here to save his ass. Again. Why?”

“Because I promised I will come when you need me.”

“It’s more than that.”

“Please, Damian…..”

“No, Y/N. He’s going to do this again. You don’t deserve it. “

“For god’s sake, Damian! It’s my choice! I want to help him! And then, I want out! Don’t make it harder for me!”

“Do what you want then. But we both know, this will shatter you.”

“Dami, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have yelled at you….”

“It’s all right. I get it. I am not mad. I just…. “ he shook his head not sure what to say “come upstairs, when you’re done. I really want to talk to you.” Y/N nodded surprised by Damian honesty and straightforwardness and finally he got out the cave leaving her alone with her ex-boyfriend.   

“Jay….” She moved towards the boy on the floor, speaking softly, carefully not to startle him. She knew how the fear gas worked. Any sound that scrambled through the shell of the vision the victim was experiencing was twisted and reshaped. Her words were not the words of Y/N to him, but most likely got turned into the voice of Joker or any other villain chasing him in his projection. That theory was quickly proven when he flinched in pain trying to curl himself and became invisible. Her heart shuttered at this sight, like all the times in the past.

6 months ago

“Y/N!” he woke up in the middle of night, the only though on his mind being her. Was she safe, was she all right? Was it just a nightmare or reality? His head was spinning, heart beating way too fast for comfort.

“I’m here Jay” her calm voice reverberated on the right side bringing him back to reality. “I’m safe. You’re safe. Whatever you saw was not real.” She propped herself on the elbow hugging him tightly, yet gently from behind and he sighed deeply feeling her touch. His hands slowly moved on top of hers on his waist pulling her closer.

“I’m sorry I woke you up.” He whispered

“It’s all right” she kissed his shoulder “I get it.”

“I’m serious Y/N” he turned to face her, fear on his face slowly making place for concern. “It’s been happening way to often lately. You can’t sleep because of me.”

“I’m used to it.” She smirked “the main reason of my lack of sleep is lab work not your nightmares, so don’t stress it  more than needed, Jaybird.”

“I want to get rid of it. I don’t want to get though it every other night and….” He looked down, unable to meet her gaze.”

“It will pass.” She assured cupping his cheek, brushing it with her thumb and forcing his eyes on her. “Just give it time, all right? You are not alone. You have your brothers. You have me. We’re here to help you. Just let us….”

“Only you.”

“What?”

“I’ll let you help me. The rest can…..”

“Don’t finish this.” She cut him off. “Don’t burn that bridge. Whatever fight you may have with Bruce, Dick, Tim and Damian are still your brother. Do not relocate your anger on them.”

“I’ll try, but no promises. “

“I can live with that.” She smiled softly

“Stay with me?”

“Always.”

Normally, she would do just that. Hug him, hold him, break whatever fake image he was seeing, but this was not a possibility at the moment. From what she could say, he got hit with the unusual amount of the gas and she needed different approach since touch was not an option. Not after everything that went on between them. So she just moved towards the wall he was leaning on and copied his position. Back on the wall, legs outstretched, arms  on her side. Slowly she moved her right hand towards his, intertwining their fingers and just stayed in this position for a moment, until noticing his breath slowing down a little.

“Jay….” She started again “Tell me what you see. Tell me where you are”

His hand squeezed hers before answering.

“The old barracks. It’s so dark, I can’t see anything. I can only hear him laughing.”

“Do you really?” she insisted “Listen carefully. What do you hear? Is it laugh? Or is it silence? The buzzing of the machines? Listen, Jay, just listen…..”

“I hear Y/N’s voice. But she’s not here. She left. And I deserved that.”

Y/N swallowed hard, focusing on the facts rather than her feelings at the moment. But before she could say anything else he spoke again.

“She saved me from him. She saved me all those times…..”

“Can she save you now?”

“I… I don’t know. He’s coming….. And the Pit and …. I don’t want this pain, this rage, this fear….” He started spinning again

“Hush.” she caressed his palm with her thumb “it’s ok, Jaybrid. I need you to focus now. Tell me what you feel around you?  In the air? In your surrounding? Describe it to me.”

“The floor is cold. But it’s not wooden, like it was there. It’s …. smooth. And clean….”

“Good. What else?”

“I can smell the ocean. Y/N used to smell like the ocean…..”

“I still do….” Her voice cracked just in the tiniest bit.

“It’s different than before….”

“And what does that mean?”

“I’m not in Ethiopia….” She stated

“You’re not. He’s not going to get you, Jay. I need you to repeat after me. You’re safe.”

“I’m safe.”

“Yes. And now, I need you to open your eyes and look at me.” He followed that command like a schoolboy and his eyes rested on her face.

“Y/N…..” he gasped, a mix of emotions reflecting in his orbs

“Hi, Jace.” She whispered.  

to be continued

part. 6

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slamming down my girlfriend nolpats for first kiss thank YOU (congratulations btw i love u sm)

First Kiss – Nolan Patrick

Words: 1.5k

Thank you for kicking us off with nolpats, Cam! (ily too!) – I really hope you like this one!

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“Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.”

You looked up from your book to see a very welcome body filling the doorway to your backyard.

“Nolan!” you squealed happily.

You quickly shoved a bookmark in to make your page before leaping to your feet, throwing your arms around your friend. Your two families had always lived on the same street, and while you were a year younger than Nolan, the two of you had grown up together as close as any of your other friends. Sure, his hockey had taken him away from the familiar neighbourhood, as had your college years, but the two of you always made time for each other in the summers.

“Nice to see you too,” Nolan mused, kissing the top of your head as you finally dropped your arms.

You just grinned, sitting back down on the bench your father had built for the back porch, inviting Nolan to join you with a sweep of your hand, which he happily did.

“When did you get home?”

“Yesterday afternoon, actually,” he admitted.

“Oh?” you said, surprised.

He huffed out a laugh. “I was going to text you straight away, but I ran into Josh and he invited me to his party last night, and I kinda thought you’d be there?”

“Since when have I ever gone to hang out with Josh or any of your friends without you?”

He tilted his head in acceptance, before he seemed to hesitate.

“Actually, about last night…”

He trailed off, looking a little awkward, making you frown.

“What? What happened?” you asked.

He winced a little before smiling, although it was more like a grimace, only confusing you more.

“It was just something that the guys said. They were chatting shit, you know what they’re like, most of them bragging about girls and stuff. And then they mentioned you.”

What?

You sure as hell had never fooled around with any of them. You hadn’t even…

“Have you really never been kissed?”

Oh those assholes. Really? That was one of the things discussed at the party last night? Brilliant. It was only the fact that his voice was full of concern, rather than taunting, that you steeled yourself to reply.

“Have you seen the greaseballs that live around here?” you said dryly.

“Hey, I’m a greaseball that lives around here,” he shot back, although the grin on his face let you know he wasn’t mad.

“True, true, but you’re a greaseball that only lives here in the summer – totally different,” you teased.

Nolan shrugged as if to say ‘fair enough’, making you laugh and nudge him with your shoulder. Nolan nudged you back, before turning to face you properly, bending his knee up between the two of you as he shifted. You waited patiently as you saw him visibly think over his words, knowing him well enough that he wouldn’t speak until he was ready.

“Does it bother you?” he finally asked.

Okay, not what you were expecting.

“Bother me?”

“That you haven’t kissed anyone,” he added, his cheeks flushing a little with his words, “That people know you haven’t.”

You huffed out a laugh, shifting to face him properly too.

“It used to? When I was at college it did for sure – on the rare occasion that I would go to a party, and I saw all these beautiful girls making out with guys at the end of the night, I used to think there was something wrong with me, that I just wasn’t pretty enough to be wanted.”

“That’s bullshit,” Nolan said sharply.

An ugly knot squeezed in your chest. “What?”

“There’s nothing wrong with you. You’re beautiful, and if those stupid college boys couldn’t see that, then that’s their loss.”

Oh.

Oh.

Your lips parted in shock, cheeks heating softly while Nolan blushed fiercely, but he didn’t take back his words. He really was that sweet, sweet boy still, wasn’t he?

“That’s sweet of you to say, Nolan. I got over it eventually? Only a handful of friends there knew and they never brought it up, so no-one ever made a big deal of it? By the time senior year came around I was too busy with classes and assignments anyway, and the novelty of it all wore off. When I graduated two years ago, I came straight back home for work and you already know my opinion of the boys round here.”

You rolled your eyes with your last words, making Nolan laugh, which only settled you even further.

“I guess…I guess I’ve gotten to the point where I don’t know what I’m missing out on, so it’s not really something I think about?” you shrugged.

“I still can’t believe that no guy has swept you off your feet,” Nolan said, frowning, “beauty, brains, and you’re actually a nice person? I don’t get it.”

“Believe it,” you mused, “But I accept your compliments all the same.”

Nolan chewed his bottom lip for a moment, seeming to think heavily again, before he caught your eyes with an expression you couldn’t read.

“Can I kiss you?”

Your breath hitched in your throat, your heartbeat racing. What?

“I don’t want a pity kiss,” you managed to choke out.

He’d never been cruel before, not like this.

Nolan’s face froze for a moment, before he rapidly shook his head.

“Holy shit, no, that’s not why…you really think I’d kiss you out of pity?” he spluttered.

“What other conclusion was I meant to reach after this ridiculous conversation?” you shot back, heart still racing.

But his frown persisted, even as he reached forward to take one of your hands.

“I think you’re beautiful, I’ve already told you that. I think every guy who hasn’t kissed you is a fucking idiot. Obviously if you don’t want to kiss me then I won’t push it because I’m not that kind of asshole. But the offer is open if you want to,” Nolan explained, “You’re my friend, and there are literally no stakes here, no pressure, and you deserve to have a first kiss with someone that isn’t going to be a dick about it.”

That was quite possibly the most you’d ever heard him speak in one go, and every single one of his words sent your head swirling. Could it really be that easy? Kissing Nolan just to say you’d kissed someone?

“I do mean it, no pressure. If you want me to leave, I will. If you don’t want to kiss me, then just let me know and it changes nothing about our friendship. If you…”

“You can kiss me,” you said suddenly, interrupting him before you could even process the words leaving your mouth, “I trust you. I know you won’t make fun of me for not knowing what I’m doing.”

“I would never,” he said seriously.

He cheeks were a little pink again though. That was a good thing, right?

“Do you want to, um, how should we…?”

You trailed off, your own cheeks flooding with heat as Nolan huffed out a laugh.

“Just like this,” he said softly.

You caught a flash of his rare soft smile as he cupped your face with his hand, barely remembering to take a breath before his lips were pressed to yours. You knew enough to close your eyes, leaning forward enough to rest your hand on his thigh for balance, but every other thought was consumed with the feeling of Nolan’s lips on yours. You’d expected him to pull away immediately, but Nolan didn’t – instead, he moved his lips slowly against your own and it was all you could do to mimic his motions, your blood surging through your veins like liquid fire as your heart raced.

You really had been missing out all these years.

Or maybe it was just Nolan.

At that thought, you broke the kiss, closing your eyes as you rested your forehead against his, not having the functioning thought processes to move any further.

“Wow.”

Nolan’s murmur cut through the cloud in your mind, and it was all you could do to laugh as you finally sat upright, opening your eyes to look at his flushed face.

“Was that okay?” you found yourself asking, wincing as the words left your mouth.

“Okay? Babe you’re a fucking natural,” Nolan laughed.

Really?

You didn’t know what your face looked like – you could only hope it wasn’t ridiculous – but Nolan’s face softened, and he took your hand in his again. “I mean it, okay? You’re an amazing kisser.”

You let out a shaky breath, nodding even as you felt stupid for needing that reassurance. At least you knew Nolan wouldn’t lie to you.

“We can always practice some more if you want to be sure yourself though.”

His smooth offer was almost successful, if it wasn’t for the red on his cheeks giving him away. He…liked kissing you?

“I’m sure more practice couldn’t hurt. Only if it’s not going to be a burden on your time, of course,” you said, smiling innocently.

Nolan just grinned. “Oh I think we can work something out.”

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Absolute - The Pure Land 13

(Location: Absolute Stage)

Shaka: What—W-What is the meaning of this?

Ibara: “~……♪”

The plot is simple. Today, the world’s number one idol, Shaka-shi, shall mysteriously disappear.

Shaka: I- are you planning to kill me here……?

Ibara: Why? There’s no need to do that, since destroying evidence is troublesome.

Of course, you still have to put in the effort in order to succeed.

If you’re going to keep taking unnecessary actions, you’ll wind up overworking yourself without any benefits.

Shaka: ………

If I— if Shaka disappears, there’ll be a big uproar, won’t there?

Ibara: Is that what you think? Actually, there was an uproar this time, and we were all swung around quite a bit, weren’t we?

Please rest assured, no one is that interested in others.

Shaka: ………

Ibara: No, you are in the spotlight since you’re a huge star who’s won Absolute six times in a row.

If a replacement star were to shine in the night sky, you will eventually be forgotten as a person of the past.

Shaka: You all, will become “that”?

Ibara: How does that sound? We’ll work hard to achieve that goal, but we may not be able to reach it yet.

But. Even if it isn’t us, someone will always win. Someone will conquer this Absolute and become a new shining star.

You will become a legendary deity as the world’s number one idol who mysteriously disappeared, all while remaining undefeated—

The idols you worship are now a separate existence from you.

You should leave everything to those idols and fictional deities, and live freely as an unknown person.

Shaka: Th-That sort of thing—

That kind of thing, is fine? So, I can live the life I want?

Ibara: That’s right. It truly is simple. Later on, the Priest faction will also use Uncle Gatekeeper as a shield to threaten, no, negotiate—

Today, let's take the steps to make the new shining star, the winner of Absolute, their next “money tree.”

And with that, the story ends with everyone smiling and feeling very satisfied.

Shaka: ………

Ibara: In fact, it would have been better if you had asked this talented producer to fix the problem from the beginning.

Because you did unnecessary actions, there was a strange uproar.

Ibara: If we had met as planned from the beginning and you asked us honestly then and there, we could have easily resolved this matter without making it such a big deal.

If you had done that, I would have had to pay the price for it, but I would have done my job properly.

No. That’s what a fair and legitimate deal is, amateur-san♪

Shaka: ………

Nagisa: …… Fufu. Ibara has a cute smug look on his face for the first time in a while.

Hiyori: Cute, huuh? Looking at it makes me feel annoyed, though? What foul weather!

Nagisa: …… For the longest time, Hiyori-kun and I haven’t shared those kinds of tastes.

…… Hiyori-kun prefers obedient children like Jun, right?

Jun: “~……♪”

Haha. You usually get mad when I don’t listen to you, ri~ght, Ohiisan?

Hiyori: Rather, I don’t understand how it feels to be happy when I’m being snapped at, you know?

Shaka: ………

Jun: Hey. Ohiisan told you to “move away”, you’re not needed so you should probably get outta here, alright?

Go anywhere, wherever you like?

Ibara: Oya, is it really fine to let him go? That person is a criminal who kidnapped our own His Excellency.

Our subordinates are stationed at the wings of the stage, so if we wish to secure him at any time, we can do so, can’t we?

Hiyori: It would be a bother if he got away with it and became resentful. I don’t want to have to worry about him like this again.

Shaka: ………

Hiyori: Look, we said we would forgive you, so why don’t you run off somewhere before we change our minds?

Shaka: B-But…… Even though Priest has died, there’s no way his subordinates would overlook me.

Hiyori: You poor thing. I suppose you’ve been brainwashed into thinking that way based on years of experience. Like an abused child.

Ibara: This is just a fact. The forces on the Priest side have thrown their hands into the fire called Uncle Gatekeeper and have been mostly annihilated.

I just checked with Uncle about that.

Nagisa: …… Fufu. This time, did Ibara use Monban(1)— Gatekeeper for that purpose?

…… For that reason, you stuck close to him, holding the reins and controlling him from beginning to end?

Ibara: It would have been cool to say something like “That’s right.” However, as expected, I’m not that well prepared either.

Hiyori: Ibara was so worried about Nagisa-kun that he couldn’t stay calm♪

Ibara: You’re saying that as the person who was the least calm.

In any case, the surviving members of the Priest faction are also paying attention to the Absolute stage.

This event is their lifeline in this region. In order to keep living, they have no choice but to stay here and watch over it.

In other words, there may not be any oversight now, so it will be as lenient as possible.

My subordinates will give them instructions so they can quickly follow them and defect abroad.

Shaka: ………

Ibara: That’s all. Your crime, no, all the strange things that have happened here will be settled.

What happens after that is our story, and has nothing to do with you.

Here, please take your things and leave.

I’m satisfied with the fine transaction this time.

It was a pleasure doing business with you, former world’s number one idol♪

Shaka: ………

TL Notes:

“門番” (monban), literally “gatekeeper,” is Nagisa’s unique way of referring to Gatekeeper. He uses this name throughout the SS Finals arc to refer to him.

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dando pre-slash h/c after lando's break up announcement

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Daniel wishes he smoked. He doesn’t, has only ever lit a dart a couple of times when he thought he could fit in with the cool kids better, but he hates how it tastes, and considering how much cardio Michael makes him do, it just would be terrible for him overall. 

But sometimes he wishes he did, if only to give him something to do with his hands, if only to give him an excuse to step away from everyone and everything for a few minutes. 

Not that that stops him from pulling away, anyway. It’s an exceptionally cold day in Zandvoort and he’s still dealing with the news breaking about his leaving McLaren. He really doesn’t want to talk to anyone. 

He finds a spot in the paddock that’s blessedly quiet, which is rare considering that it’s media day, but he really can’t be arsed to care right now. He needs to be alone. 

Except when he turns his head to the left, he sees Lando sitting on the ground a bunch of meters away from him, looking as dejected as he feels, which makes no sense. He’d think that Lando would be in the garage or something, probably relishing in the fact that his position as first driver has been solidified. 

Daniel wants to ignore him. Sure, they’ve become better friends over the year, but Lando is still his main competitor. He clenches his jaw. He’s better off not paying him any attention. They haven’t even spoken properly since the news was announced. 

But then Lando sniffles, peering at his phone, and that’s when Daniel’s phone goes off, the notification that Lando’s posted something new in his stories appearing on his screen. Yes, he does have Lando’s notifications on. Sue him. They’re friends. 

So Daniel opens the story up and sees the announcement: I wish her the world and have so much respect for her and all she does as such an amazing and strong women with nothing but kindness. 

Ah, Christ. 

Pls respect our decision and respect our but more Importantly and especially her privacy moving forward. Thank you for your endless support.

Daniel locks his phone. Now he really can’t ignore Lando. 

“Hey,” Daniel calls out, and Lando looks up, then sees Daniel. His expression goes from shocked to shuttered in the span of a few seconds. 

“Hey,” Lando replies, and then fiddles with his phone. The endless pings of notifications seem to cut off immediately. He pockets his phone, and looks away. 

Daniel pushes himself up, makes the short trek to stand next to Lando. 

“Is it okay that I’m here?” Daniel asks.

Lando only sighs, lifts one shoulder up in a shrug, and nods to the spot beside him. He’ll take it. 

Daniel plops down next to him with very little grace, and knocks Lando’s shoulder with his. 

“I’m sorry,” Daniel says. “I just—yeah. I saw.” 

Lando lets out a wet little sob-laugh. “How the hell did you—“

Daniel waves his phone around a little. “Notifs on.” 

“Ah,” Lando says. “That’s—yeah. Didn’t think you would.” 

They sit in silence for a long while because Daniel hasn’t ever been great at comforting people after break ups, especially when he doesn’t know the details in the first place. He just knows that Luisa made Lando happy, and had a chance to meet her a couple of times. 

“D’you—I dunno, d’you wanna talk about it?” 

Lando sighs again. “I don’t wanna—you have enough on your plate. It’s fine. You don’t have to like—pretend or whatever.” 

Daniel nods, figures it’s fair that Lando would think this was pity. 

“To be honest mate, I feel like listening to your shit would give me a chance to stop thinking about my shit, so I’m actually being selfish in asking. But it’s cool too if you’d rather not.” 

Lando’s mouth curls up in a wry little smile. 

“I’m gonna—miss this,” Lando says quietly. 

“Huh?” 

“This whole—you don’t bullshit me,” Lando replies. “Everyone else has been just like—It’s okay, she didn’t deserve you, you didn’t deserve her, all that crap. You’re just. . .  you just wanna know. I appreciate that, I guess.” 

Daniel huffs an exhale through his nose. “That’s me, Mr. I’m Your Therapist For The Next Five Minutes.” 

Lando nods again. He wrings his fingers into a tangle. Daniel sees three spots of raw skin, obviously from where Lando’s bitten through the hangnails. 

“I dunno mate, I thought we were good, but I guess I’m a shit boyfriend or whatever.” 

“This sport eats you alive,” Daniel replies. “It’s hard to like—“ he gestures with his hands. “Juggle everything.”

“I thought it was going okay,” Lando says. “We were both really busy, and I wasn’t—like, I don’t know. Stupid. Like, stupid to get jealous over shit. Stupid to be angry about her not being able to fly out. Stupid to get mad at her for being pissed that I wasn’t giving her enough attention.” 

Daniel is painfully aware of how difficult it actually is trying to maintain a relationship while also just fucking—trying to drive well weekend after weekend. 

“Some people are built for it, and some aren’t, mate, that’s just how it goes.” 

“Yeah,” Lando says. He brings his thumb to his mouth again, dry skin between his teeth, and despite Daniel having the same problem, he still reaches out and takes Lando’s hand and rests it back on Lando’s thigh. 

“Your hands are fucking filthy,” Daniel says. Lando snorts under his breath. His hand is still firm on Lando’s. 

“You’re one to talk,” Lando replies. He uses his other hand to tap on Daniel’s short-as-fuck nails. 

“Well, I’m jobless next year, so I think I get a pass,” Daniel says, nudging him with his shoulder. 

Lando sobers up real quick after that. Crap. 

“I’m sorry—about that—“ 

“Nah, that’s—it’s not on you,” Daniel waves off. “It’s—eh. Just. It’s fine.” 

Lando sighs, moves his hand away in order to rest his weight on both hands behind him. He closes his eyes and tilts his chin up to the sky. Somewhere, a breeze blows through. 

“The fucking pair of us, eh,” Lando says. 

“Yeah.” 

“I didn’t—I don’t want this, you know,” Lando says softly. Daniel looks up to see Lando looking at him, piercing blue-green, wide and shining and sincere. “I—we weren’t great, and you dealt with a lot this year especially, but I thought—I thought you’d have more time. To fix it.” 

Daniel tilts his chin to his chest, the words washing over him. 

“We both lost something thinking we still had time to fix shit,” Daniel replies. “Never know if that’s true or if these things are just meant to happen.” 

“No way to know,” Lando says. 

“Did you know? That the breakup was coming?” Daniel asks. God, he really wishes he had a cigarette or a vape or something to like—just have something to do. Quell the buzz of anxiety that’s coursing through him. 

Lando pulls his lower lip between his teeth, and starts shaking his head, before it turns into a reluctant nod. 

“I gave her the option,” Lando says. “We had a really bad fight and like, we’ve been on the rocks for months now, and we didn’t talk for a while, and I just—I didn’t wanna keep making things harder for us both. So yeah I just—fucking—I asked her if she wanted out and she said yeah. So. Yeah. I didn’t fight it. And now we’re—We’re here.” 

“I’m sorry, mate,” Daniel says. “That blows.” 

“Yeah, I’m sorry too, about—everything, and about you,” Lando replies. 

It’s not quite a heart-to-heart, because how much can they actually talk about their respective hurts stone-cold sober while they’re set to face the fucking media for this weekend’s race. 

But Daniel manages to bring his hand to the back of Lando’s neck and squeeze, and he feels Lando’s tension leave momentarily. 

“It’s gonna be okay, yeah?” Daniel says, willing himself to believe his own words. Neither of them know what the landscape of their tomorrows will look like. He doesn’t know how many fake smiles he has left in him. He doesn’t know where he’ll be next year. Lando doesn’t know how he’s going to move on. 

But at least they have this moment to themselves where they’re just mates sitting next to each other, commiserating their own respective heartaches. 

“Yeah, Danny, it will be, you and me both,” Lando says. He manages a small smile, and it actually reaches his eyes. Daniel hopes that his own looks the same. Lando claps him on the knee. 

“Good talk, okay, sweet,” Daniel says, laughing a little. Lando rolls his eyes, rubs the heel of his hand to his nose. There’s a thin sheen of snot on Lando’s upper lip now from it, but Daniel figures he doesn’t need to point it out. 

They both get up, and Daniel’s ready to make his retreat into hospitality before he feels arms envelop him, arms slung around his neck. His own arms go around Lando immediately, automatic, and Daniel closes his eyes to relish in the solidity of Lando, the firmness of his body, the reality that he’s real and Daniel is real, and for the first time in three weeks, Daniel feels like he belongs in his skin again. 

“Thanks, DR,” Lando says, muffled. “I—yeah. Thank you.” 

Daniel squeezes him harder, and he doesn’t even care if they get papped hugging. It’s been a hell of a time. Shit’s hard. This fucking sport is hard. Dealing with a break up is hard. It’s nice to know that in all of that, he still has this real thing, too. Sure. They’re friends. He isn’t losing Lando by leaving McLaren. This feels like a promise. 

“Anytime, Norris Lando,” Daniel replies with one last squeeze. “Any fuckin’ time, yeah.” 

They pull apart, and Lando’s big hands squeeze his traps one last time before he visibly shakes himself out of it. 

“Christ, let’s get media over and done with,” Lando says. 

“Time to face those cunts,” Daniel replies. They walk back into hospitality together, closer than they normally would, elbows brushing and shoulders bumping.