#'gonna hurt me anyway might as well make your day just as miserable'

[modern-inheritance]

Chomp Chomp Motherf*cker

TW: uh...implied(?) torture and Arya being the feral elf we know her to be and possibly enjoying some finger food (spat it out eventually).

“You have caused me trouble, little elf.” His sharp teeth flashed as he spat the words. She wanted to reply, wanted to laugh in his face and tell him ‘Good!’ but even a single word could open the floodgates. She kept her mouth shut. Taunting him at another point would be best. Not when she was this…bad. Half awake. Not all there. “Two guards, dead. I’ve been too soft on you if you still have the strength left.” The shackles made a definitive click as he lifted them up and onto one of the bars that lined the wall, held her arms up so her hands hung limply just above her head.

He paused then. His thin lips began to curl up at the edges, venom dripping from his words with just as much dark amusement. “Though…” he mused. He dragged a cold finger down the woman’s jawline, lifted her chin to better study her face and the glassy haze to her usually fiery eyes. “Your attempts at combat are…very amusing to me. I would hate to waste such fight over a few humans.” 

The fire was back a split second before she sank her teeth into his damn finger. Felt bone splinter and flesh tear and blood that tasted like rot and bile fill her mouth. His other hand came up just as she yanked her head to the side as hard as she could, reveled in the burst of strength and the howl and snarl that followed. 

The snarling continued and one of his nails gouged a path up from her jaw towards her mouth as he latched onto her again. Squeezed the bone of her lower mandible hard and wordlessly roared at her. 

She spat his finger in his face in response. ‘I’m vegan anyway.’ The thought and moment of triumph had her smiling, her own sharp teeth black with shade blood. The vile liquid burned where it trickled from the corners of her lips and into the fresh gouge he had carved, but right then she couldn’t care less. Sweet victory tasted like rotten blood and acid and him screaming.

[maxlarens]

hi lilli!! i heard angst and i came running, how about searching for each other in crowded rooms, finding each other everywhere with logan or oscar, whoever sparks the most inspo, but plot twist—not being able to be together for some reason (the why is totally up to you, feel free to ignore if this isn't your cup of tea). thank u thank u <3

kait!!! hello!!! thank u for sending this in!!! im gonna do oscar 😁 it genuinely hurt my feelings SO BADLY to not have them make up at the end of this. so i sympathise with everyone that im about to make sad it was a bad time for me too❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

It's familiar, this feeling.

The squeeze of your chest, the grieving, panicking thing climbing up your throat. You've been feeling it a lot lately, every time you catch a glimpse of someone with hair the same colour as Oscar's; wearing clothes you swear that he has; a person with the same shoulders, the same gait.

You've been seeing him everywhere. You just think you have. Monaco is small… not that small apparently.

When it had first happened, at the beginning of summer break, you’d half expected to be back together within a week. For Oscar to message you and half-beg to talk to you again. In your dreams, you’d both come grovelling back to each other, apologising for cruel words, making amends for various mistakes. Then you would kiss him and you’d tell him how much you love him and things would get better.

Instead, you’ve spent weeks of your summer break totally and utterly miserable. Missing Oscar like a phantom limb. You reach for him, he’s not there. You go to text him, find a thread of messages discussing the logistics of returning the other’s belongings.

You sit in your flat and you watch the Lord of the Rings trilogy twice in a row twenty two hours and forty-four minutes because it doesn’t remind you of Oscar and it occupies your time in a way nothing else can right now. You cry until your eyes are puffy and you write in a diary you’ve never touched before, because it needs to go somewhere. The feeling stuck in your throat needs to be written down said out loud and you can’t say it to Oscar, who you would usually tell everything, because he needs “distance from you right now”.

Briefly, you convince yourself that “right now”, indicates that there still might be a later for the two of you. That this thing between you that’s fallen to pieces might one day be salvaged. In the quiet moments of Lord of the Rings you spiral down a rabbit hole of ways to get Oscar back, pathetic fantasies of how you might convince him to talk to you again. Then Arwen says, “I would rather share one lifetime with you than face all the ages of this world alone” and you cry for two hours straight.

You sob, your face in your pillow and you think that was supposed to me! That was supposed to be us! And maybe it wasn’t, maybe you’re not an elven maiden giving up her immortality for a mere man, but you love Oscar. You wanted to spend the rest of your life with Oscar. And now… now…

Well—

It is the waiting that’s the worst.

No texts, no calls. Lando sends you a few, but you can’t bear to hold a conversation with him, knowing he’s playing both sides. And anyway, you’re just thinking about Oscar. Is he there? Is he reading your texts? Seeing the pathetic selfies of you on your couch in days-old PJs? Is he staring at your stagnant text thread just like you are? Has he blocked you?

Your every waking thought is consumed by him. You drag yourself out of the apartment for coffee down the street and you wonder what he’s doing. Has he been rotting at home like you? More than likely he’s been doing things. Playing padel with Lando, going out for lunch, training at the gym, FaceTiming his family.

You feel sick to you stomach. You can list on one hand the activities that you’ve done since Oscar broke up with you at the beginning of the month:

Sleeping, crying, watching Lord of the Rings, ordering takeout, training because you have to. Going for coffee had been a big step out of your current comfort zone. You’re wearing pants that aren’t sweatpants… you’d even showered properly for fuckssake.

You got your most noise-cancelling headphones on, blasting sad Taylor Swift (who you don’t even like. It’s just something to fill the void) and staring down the barista so you can lip-read if they’re saying your name or the words Large Oat Latte. And then—

Then. The barista is mouthing Oscar and your stomach lurches as the exact object of your ire temporary depression walks to the counter. You try to convince yourself it’s not him, you keep seeing him places but it’s never really him. But it is, that’s his burgundy shirt, his swoop of hair, his knobbly little ankles.

You release a ragged breath that you hope isn’t too loud. You duck your head, try to avoid his gaze as he turns, pretending that you haven’t seen him. Try to look occupied by your phone though you’ve only had time to open to your home screen. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes, you blink furiously, trying your best not to fall apart in this coffee shop.

At least he’s not with someone else, you think as a tightness crawls up your throat to settle at the base of your tongue. But he looks happy, he looks fine, he looks better than you feel right now. God, what if he’s better off without you? What does it mean that you don’t seem to better off without him?

There’s something wet sliding down your left cheek and then you see Nike trainers entering your vision, still directed firmly downward. Someone puts a hand on your shoulder— you don’t jump but it’s a near thing. You reach up to slip your headphones off, wiping the tear discreetly as you go. Then you look up and it’s him, it’s Oscar.

He’s holding out a paper cup labeled, Oat Latte and smiling at you tightly.

“They were calling your name,” he says by way of explanation.

“Right,” your voice is shaky, weak, “Thanks.”

He nods, you take the coffee, careful not to touch his hand. You’re trying to swallow down the lump in your throat that’s rising rising trying to claw its way out of your mouth. You blink away the tears filling the corners of your eyes. You can’t look at him.

You’re looking up at the ceiling instead, biting the inside of your mouth. Breathing in and out, in and out.

He says your name, and then, “Do you want to talk?”

You feel like a tonne of bricks has just hit your chest. Knocking the wind out of you. Tears, hot and wet, are slipping down your cheeks. You can’t speak, you turn around and leave the coffee shop without saying anything because surely you’ll just start crying if you open your mouth. Oscar finds you again across the road, in a dark cobbled alleyway. The heel of your hand is pressed to the middle of your chest, you’re hiccuping, trying to stifle heavy sobs that you’d much prefer to let out in the privacy of your own apartment.

“Hey,” he says, gathering you into his arms before you can push him away, “It’s okay.”

You whine, collapsing into his chest, face pressing into his shoulder, “No, it’s not.”

You cry loudly, trying fruitlessly to keep the sobs in. Oscar’s hand rubs comforting circles into your back, which makes it better until you realise it’s Oscar, which makes it immediately worse. You stay there a while. Until your eyes are puffy and your throat sore.

“Better?”, Oscar asks, the crease between his eyebrows prominent.

You sigh tiredly, shrug, “Sure.”

Your coffee is cold now, your chest feels void, hollow.

You shake your head before Oscar can say anything further, before you’re set off on another fucking pathetic crying fit in the arms of your ex-boyfriend, “I can’t talk, Oscar. I really can’t.”

“Okay,” he says, nodding and swallowing some lump in his own throat.

You bite down hard on your tongue. Turn to leave the dark alley to go home, your back prickling with Oscar’s wet brown-eyed stare on you. He lets you leave. You spend the ten minute walk wiping tears before they fall and itching to run back, to kiss him, to pour all the emotion in your chest into some physical action.

There’s an awful grieving ache in your chest that’s carving out your insides and when you check your phone after walking in the door there’s a text from Oscar that reads:

I miss you. I’d really like to talk to you soon.

not sure if it was weird but the lord of the rings Mentions were kinda about how you’re in such a fragile state during a breakup that something as irrelevant to your break up at lord of the rings will make you cry for hours for no real reason. (and not to expose myself but after a break up i did watch the lotr trilogy two times in a row. told my friends and got a text from one of them asking if i was depressed 😭 like yes… temporarily alright)

send me a prompt/req + driver and i'll write something. pls check if my requests are open first 💖

[marchiekana]

Human heater anon here, I'll just call myself Anon H,I know you're not back from your camping which I really hope you're enjoying, camping is amazing if done right. Kinda makes me wanna do it. Anyways ! I'll leave this idea here, take it or leave it ! I just need to get this out to someone.

Ahem, I had the sudden thought of a reader who's just the most chill, laid back and nonchalant person. Someone is being annoying ? Reader doesn't care and and just keeps going. Alone ? Just Vibing. Someone disagrees with them intensely ? It's cool mate. Though it sometimes attracts people to diminish the reader because they know the reader won't care so they lash out their pent up frustration. They also annoy the characters (I'll mention them after), as in they're just TOO laid back it can be a pain. I think Silver Wolf, Serval and Kafka could be neat for that. Thanks for reading my little rant.

I'm back ehehe

But anyways this prompt made me kick my legs and giggle 🤭

Also there might be some grammer or spelling mistakes cause I typed this in like half an hour

I feel like kafka would share a similar energy too but hers is more... calculated? She'd definitely try to mess with you and make bets with the other members to see who makes you angry first(which she miserably failed at ).

Oh but she loves how you are sometimes( she loves u all the time). Your laid back attitude when someone is angry with you and seeing your nonchalant answers anger the person in front of you is free entertainment for her and the best thing is the snarky comments you give each other when you're having an argument. She'd purposefully try making you angry (which she'd, again, fail to do so)

But! Sometimes, just sometimes, she doesn't really like how you don't take things very serious. Especially when you've come back hurt from a mission or fighting with someone. or if you just fell down on the stairs. She hates how you don't take your injuries seriously and that annoys her a lot. Would subtly scold you in a soft tone but even after you shrug it off and tell her that you're fine or remark on how funny it was that this happened to you, she would raise her voice and tell you how she feels about what you're doing. But no worries after a little fight she'd apologize and tell you to take care of yourself and makes sure you do so.

But if someone really tried to hurt you both physically or with their words, that person better pray for themselves.

Now for Silver Wolf, she'd.....do nothing. She doesn't care much honestly. She likes how calm and friendly you are. Loves how you don't disturb her during her gaming sessions and will be ready to teach you any game you want. And the thing is, you're the only one who doesn't make her angry while she's teaching you cause you're pretty fast learner. Unlike a certain few.

And the way you fight is quite amusing too her. You're both very similar in that. A smug, expression and taunting words. Would definitely enjoy seeing you fight while she's on the sidelines.

Serval is an absolute tease about it. No intentions of making you angry, she just thinks it's cute.

But if, by any chance you get hurt while fighting or you happened to break one of her precious games, you better get ready cause you're in for a little ride around tantrum town. She doesn't like that you just say that you'll buy her a new one or tell her that she's overreacting with that stupid smug smile of yours. Its like You're not really sorry when you really are. Your expressions just don't match Your feeling and that causes a misunderstanding and then you're gonna get silent treatment for about three days and few death glares here and there. And maybe a few petty fights....but that's ok cause she'll forgive you in the end and tell you to atleast care about her feelings.

She absolutely loves your nonchalant smile/smug! You just look so good! She likes how cool headed you are and how well you handle situations, it could be an angry customer at her shop or anyone to say the least. Its not like she can't handle the customer herself, she wants to watch you do it, with that pretty little smug on your.

But just imagine, one day you broke her favourite trinkets given to her by her brother and she was already having a bad and then sees the condition of the trinket and an awkward smile on your face as you apologize to her. On that day, you saw a Serval that was a whole different person. She scolded you, you got angry and again, with that smug, taunting smile of yours, say something to piss her off more and she leaves. You better go ask her sorry after this and buy her some flower.

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Idk buf Kafka seems a bit too ooc in the end, honestly all of them do but oh well. thanks for listening to my rant too lol 😆

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[glorious-spoon]

Second-Guessing [9-1-1 | Buck/Eddie | 1/1]

Rating: Teen Wordcount: ~1000 Warnings: None Other Tags: Pre-relationship, Emotional hurt/comfort, Friendship, Episode tag - 6x13 Mixed Feelings

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“Do you think I’m bad at sex?”

Eddie barks out a startled laugh at his ceiling, then straightens up. This is not, unfortunately, the weirdest way Buck has ever opened a phone call with him, but it’s definitely up there. “What?”

“That call the other day, you know, the lady with the vibrator—”

“Jesus Christ.”

“Eddie,” Buck whines. “This is important!”

“Is it, really?”

“Eighty percent. He said that the article said eighty percent of people report being unsatisfied. Do you know how many women I’ve slept with? Eighty percent of that is, like, a lot. Okay? And I was doing some research—on a first time hookup, did you know that only forty percent of women even have an orgasm at all? So if I do the math on that—”

“Buck.”

Buck lets out a deep sigh that crackles down the phone line. “I’m being an idiot about this, aren’t I?”

“Nah. Well, I mean, kinda. But it’s okay.”

“Is it, though? Like—” there’s a rustle on the other end of the line. It’s easy to imagine Buck right now, flopped out across his bed because the couch his parents bought him is a bona fide torture device. In his sweatpants, probably, his hair still damp from the shower. He lets out another sigh, then says, “You know, Bobby was saying—when I was with Taylor, Bobby said that the problem was that I never talk to my partners, that I don’t know how to communicate, and that’s why my relationships always turn into catastrophes.”

“I don’t think that’s quite what he was saying. And Taylor—”

“I know. You hate her guts.”

Eddie snorts. “I was gonna say that it’s different, in a long term relationship.”

“Right, but. I haven’t historically had a lot of success with those.”

“Relationships don’t work out sometimes. A lot of the time.”

There’s silence for a moment. It’s not just Taylor hanging over the conversation now; Ana is there too. And Shannon.

Sex with Ana was always stilted, awkward in a way that he told himself at the time was just the newness of it all. Just a new person, a new body to learn, just Eddie being rusty when it came to literally any form of physical intimacy. He and Shannon were each other's firsts, so of course neither of them knew what they were doing to start with, and what they learned they learned together. By the end of it, sex was the only part of their relationship that actually worked. Beyond that—

He doesn’t really have a lot of perspective to offer Buck, is the thing. Even setting aside the fact that he’s not sure he can give an objective analysis of the sexual history of the guy he’s in love with.

So there’s that.

“It’s just…” Buck sounds quieter now, almost miserable, and it tugs at Eddie's heartstrings despite the absurdity of this whole conversation. “That was like. The one thing I knew I was good at. You know? Everything else, sure, my life was a mess, I made a lot of dumb choices and messed up a lot of relationships and got myself fired, and—but at least I knew how to, you know, make somebody feel good. Except maybe I didn’t after all. And if I wasn’t even any good at that, then—”

“Buck,” Eddie interrupts again. Gently, this time. He firmly squashes the unhelpful little voice in the back of his head that wants to ask for a hands-on demonstration. Buck sounds freaked out enough that he might actually take Eddie up on it, and Eddie is… really not ready to cope with that possibility. “You’re spiraling.”

Another silence. Then: “I called them. Some of them.”

Good grief. “Your hookups?”

“Yeah—is that a disrespectful way to talk about them? I mean—anyway, yeah. The ones I still have phone numbers for, I called them. Most of them didn’t want to talk to me.”

“Shocking,” Eddie deadpans.

Buck laughs, which is what he was going for. “Shut up.”

“So? What was the verdict?”

He regrets asking the moment the words are out of his mouth, but he doesn't take it back.

“Uh,” Buck says, still laughing a little. “Of the ones I actually got a hold of? Yes, yes, probably, no, who the hell are you, I thought I blocked your number, yes, no, I don't remember, yes.”

“More yeses than nos,” Eddie offers.

“Unless they were lying to make me feel better,” Buck counters triumphantly.

“Buck. If someone called you up out of the blue after years of radio silence to ask if you had an orgasm when you slept together, would you lie about it to spare their feelings?”

Buck is quiet for a minute. “Yeah, okay, that was kind of an insane thing to do, huh.”

“A little. Yeah.”

He can hear the fondness in his own voice and is helpless to mute it. Though he's honestly not really trying that hard. Buck deserves to know that he's loved, even when he's being ridiculous. Maybe especially then.

“I just worry. You know, that all the shit I thought I knew about myself—that maybe it’s not really true after all. And if that’s the case then who the hell am I, anyway?”

“Feels like this maybe isn’t actually about whether or not you’re good in bed,” Eddie offers, and bites his teeth on anything else he could say about that. About finding out that maybe the person you thought you were was just a carefully painted mask over the messy, tender reality underneath. He could offer Buck some truth of his own, but he doesn’t. It doesn’t feel like the right time for it.

That, or he’s a coward. He’s working on it, though.

“Maybe not. I guess. Eddie, I…” Buck trails off.

“What?” Eddie asks, when a few moments of silence have passed.

“Nothing,” Buck says. He laughs quietly; Eddie can conjure up the shape of his smile and the crinkles at the corners of his eyes as easily as breathing. “Just. Thanks for taking my call.”

“Of course. Always.”

For a little while, they just breathe together across the miles between them as night falls gently over Los Angeles. Then Buck says softly, “Come over tomorrow?”

“Yeah,” Eddie says back, just as soft. There’s nothing new about the invitation, but it feels new, somehow, anyway. Either way, the answer is the same as it’s always been. “Yeah, okay.”

[dreamlandcreations]

Love you more

Jake Seresin x pilot!Reader

Summary: Jake wasn't looking for anything permanent but he was helpless to resist you...

Warnings: a bit of angst, okay this might have become a lot more angsty than I intended, idiots in love, mention of Coyote's almost crash, height difference, crying by the end

It started at the academy. You were a challenge in more than one way. Competition on the job and irresistible temptation otherwise.

You knew Jake Seresin wasn't the relationship kinda guy and you didn't want to be just another fool who fell for his charm and into his bed, hoping it could be more. Because that was the thing, you knew you wanted to be more.

Despite your resolve, you ended up sleeping with him anyway. What took you by surprise was that he wanted more. First, it was just having fun on a regular but soon you became friends and somehow, even though no one knew other than Coyote and maybe Phoenix, you found yourself in a monogamous relationship whether you said it aloud or not.

He could never talk about this stuff and you accepted that, whatever he would give would be enough for you because you were afraid to ask for more. From before, you knew why he was insistent to keep his distance.

The guys teased him about you, that you brushed off his attempts like no one else. One of them said he was losing his game, another remarked that he was awfully determined, and someone else mentioned that he might be in love with you.

"Nah, man. Love is not in the cards for me. My one and only love is flying, that's it." At the sceptical looks, he sighed and explained his reasoning. "Look, I've seen widows and orphans grieve for a husband and father they hardly knew, it's not gonna be me."

They didn't know you heard them, it wasn't your intention to eavesdrop but you heard your callsign and it made you pause and listen in. Later, you found out he was talking about his own father and that explained a lot. It's when you decided to give whatever he wanted a chance.

A few years later, you were still together. The several months you had to spend separated all faded away as soon as you reunited when you were both called back to Top Gun.

Or at least you could push down the longing for a while. You were determined to enjoy what little time you had together before you were sent away again.

Javy tried to talk to you about your relationship with his best friend when he caught a glimpse of longing and saw you hide your pain, a well-practiced manoeuvre that you could manage in a blink of an eye. But he caught it, and having spent the last few months with an absolutely miserable Jake, he decided to do something about you two being idiots.

"I'm surprised he didn't put a ring on your finger the moment you met again."

You frown at him, realising he was not kidding laugh at the idea.

"It's not like that. We are not like that." You sigh, pushing down your feelings again.

"You are an idiot." He states with a stern face.

Laughing at him, you shove his shoulder. "And I know why you are friends with him, asshole."

"I'm serious," he insists.

"So am I." You sigh, looking away for a moment to collect yourself. "His first love would always be flying, I could never compete with that. I accepted that this is all we get. Please, leave it at that."

He complies with your wish. For now.

A few days later Coyote almost dies and as he lies in a hospital bed, waiting for a check-up Jake barges in the door, clearly upset with what happened and rushing to see if he's okay.

After he reassures his friend that he will be just fine, Javy decides to make something good come out of this.

"You know, I could have died today." He starts, satisfied when he sees Jake's jaw clench in a mix of anger and fear. "It could have been you though. It could have been her."

He lets that sink in for a moment before he continues.

"She thinks you love flying more than her. That if she asked for more she would lose you and it's hurting her." You are hurting her goes unsaid. "I was with your cranky ass for the last few months, I know she's wrong. So don't wait until it's too late. Tell her."

Jake is speechless. He leaves after Javy practically kicks him out to find you. During the short drive back to you, his mind is on repeat with one thought.

It could have been her.

As soon as you open the door he crashes into you, kissing you desperately until you have to pull away to catch your breath.

You don't have time to question him before he says the one thing you thought you'd never hear from him.

"I love you." He whispers as he cradles your head in his palms, bending down to look into your eyes.

You both cry and laugh as he leans into another kiss and another and another.

After you separate again you take your chance and say what has been troubling you for a while.

"I was offered a promotion."

"Darlin', that's wonderful." His cheering turns into a frown as he spots yours.

"I wouldn't be flying anymore but I wouldn't be tied to a specific base either." And now he gets it why you haven't told him yet.

"But you love flying. If this is because of me..." You won't let him finish.

"I love flying. I even love flying with you." The adorable 'what's that supposed to mean' expression has you giggling for a moment before you elaborate. "You can be a jackass, Hangman."

He shrugs nonchalantly, basically admitting your fair point.

"I love flying." You repeat, hesitating before you say what you wanted to say for a long time. "But I love you more."

You rendered him speechless for a moment.

"I can't make you give that up for me."

"You are not. It is my decision."

"What if I you didn't have to." You don't understand at first but as soon as you register his meaning you start to protest vehemently.

"No! No, you can't."

"And you can?"

"It's different."

"How?"

When you look away and don't come up with an answer he has a suspicion about your reasons to hold these all back until now. He pleads you to tell him.

"I thought flying was your only love." It's better than more than a whisper but it's enough to break his heart nonetheless.

"I love flying." He guides your gaze back to his. "But I love you more."

And that breaks something in you, your tears return and this time you are nothing more than a sobbing mess in his arms.

He pulls you to the couch while you cry, holding you tight as you let it all out. When you fall asleep right there he just looks at you, feeling terrible for what he put you through while also being happy that you put up with him for so long.

Jake is already trying to figure out what to do to find a solution so you could be together, just like he promised you before exhaustion took over you. He knew one thing he had to do for certain and Javy definitely needs to be the best man for it.

[jr-acrux101]

Rebirth - Ch.4 :

Greek Gods/Goddess

Word Count : 2.5

Summary: A little dispute might be over, possibly.

No beta read.

Two days had passed with Aurora riding with Bella, Aurora semi ignoring Jasper's presences, and apparently Edward Cullen M.I.A. which was deiving Bella crazy. 

As the two pulled up to school on Thrusday, Bella was begging Aurora to ask Jasper about Edward. "Please, please, Aurora. Just this tiny favor for a friend?" She put her hands together, begging. Aurora rolled her eyes, dramatic.

"I'm still barely talking to him, Bella. It would be weird to suddenly bring up his brother." 

"What about Alice? She's your friend right and his sister?"

"I guess. Ugh, okay, I'll try to slip into a conversation with either during classes." 

"Thank you, I could kiss you."

Aurora side-eyed her, "Yeah, maybe don't say that since our parents probably going out with each other tonight."

The two got out of the car, "You really think so?" 

"My mom working late the same day your dad is? Plus, we saw them out in the driveway. There was definitely chemistry and talking."

Bella nodded, "Hopefully it goes well. I like being over at yours and if it bombed ... it would be awkward, but if it goes well..." she wiggled her eyebrows. Aurora shook her head. 

Just as she was about to speak, Alice appeared. "Hi guys!" 

Aurora smiled, as did Bella. "Hey Alice." She gave them a hug and squealed. 

"Prom is only a few months away. You two are going right?" 

They shared a look. "Um, sure." "I don't know."

Alice waved them off, "Of course you are. So I was thinking -"

She was cut off at the bell. She rolled her eyes. "Well, anyway, I'll talk to you guys at lunch. You should sit with us!" She left before getting a response.

"I have to talk to a teacher during lunch, so you're on your own, Aurora." 

Aurora rolled her eyes, "Sure you do. How convenient."

"Yes, it is. Oh, don't forget to ask." Aurora rolled her eyes once again but nodded and waved, and they parted ways. Aurora took a seat in AP spanish, and Jasper was already sitting. The teacher droned on and on, asking random questions throughout the class and having the students write their answers in on paper to turn in after class.

"So are you done with the silent treatment, miss princess?" asked a whispering Jasper. 

Aurora ignored him and failed miserably. She couldn't help but steal glances at him, his perfect hair, perfect smile, and just his perfect-ness. If she didn't like him, it would annoy her, more than it already does.

"Come on, you said all was forgiven. I even went on my knees -"

"Okay. Please shut up about that." She whispered furiously. "It sounds wrong when you say it like that." She muttered to herself, except Jasper still heard her.

Jasper gave a wicked grin, "So that's what I need to say to get your attention, that I was on my knees for you?" 

Aurora was flushed. 'Please, for the love of christ, Lord, please make him stop.' She begged in her head, but alas, her pray was ignored.

"Okay, please stop saying that. Yes, you are forgiven." 

The bell rang, and the teacher sighed. The pair got up as the teacher said the homework that they needed their partners help on, getting to know your seat mate. Apparently, the teacher likes to swap seats half way throught the semester to do "fun" activities for this. 

She sighed, and he grinned. "Come on, let's go to history together." They sat in every class together since the other students were either too scared or to in awe of with him to take that empty seat each class. 

The pair walked down the hall. "So what's it gonna take for you to talk to me, darlin?"

Aurora shrugged, "You've apologized and are forgiven. What else is there to talk about?"

"Oh, that hurt, Miss Princess. I want to get to know you. Plus, I still have your sketchbook." Aurora had completely forgotten about that. With Bella coming over and still settling into the house and doing the assignments, she hadn't had time to sketch. 

"And you're barely saying that now? The last 3 days there wasn't any moment at any given time of aaalll the classes we have together for you to say that and return it."

"I wanted to, but you've been ignoring me."

Aurora narrowed her eyes. "Okay, well, you can give it to me now," she said as they sat down for history. 

"Can no do princess, I forgot it at home." He shook his head solemnly. 

She wanted to punch his perfect face. "Okay, how about this? You'll come over today to get that assignment over and done with, and you bring the book when you come over."

They made eye contact, and he smiled. "Sounds perfect darlin'." Aurora huffed out air, 'No getting lost in his eyes.'

"How about I just take you home then?"

"Fine, I'll tell Bella." Jasper nodded. 

"So..."

"Yes, darlin," she got goose bumps.

"Where's your brother, Edgard, or um Edwardo or whatever it is?" Aurora waved a dismissive hand at the struggle to remember his name.

Jasper gave a deep chuckle, "It's Edward, and why? Who wants to know?" There was a flicker of jealousy that passed through Jasper. 

"I do. I noticed he's not with your siblings when you guys eat lunch. I'm just curious." Jasper heard her heart quicken and the slightest bit of fear, dishonesty. 

He shrugged, "Took a hiking week off with our father. Edward sure does love these outdoors." Aurora felt like he was lying but nodded. She turned her attention to the board. 

Jasper slipped her a note, 'So what's your favorite color, darling?'

Aurora glanced at him and scribbled, 'Tie between shades of green and blue. What about you, cowboy?'

Jasper raised an eyebrow,'Cowboy.' 'It would have to be green too, princess. ' Jasper sure loved those nicknames for her.  

'What about a favorite movie?'

'Depends on the genre.'

'Romance: 50 forst dates 

Animation: Howls Moving Castle

Top: Pans Labyrinth

What about you ? Is it cowboy films ?'

'Very funny. One of the top would have to be Hell Boy and The Devil's Backbone.'

'I don't think I've seen the second one, but I have seen Hellboy, and it's up there too.'

The two continued to pass notes every class. Jasper asked questions, and Aurora answered them. After calculus, Alice appeared in front of both of them. "Alright, come on, Aurora, I can't wait for you to sit with us?" Aurora met Jaspers questioning gaze, and she shrugged. 

Alice dragged her to the cafeteria. She passed Bella on the way there, she gave a pleading look, and Bella just shrugged. Betrayal. She stood in front of the other two siblings she hadn't met. Alice sat her down with force, 'Jesus christ, for a little thing, she sure does have strength.' 

"Aurora, this is Rosalie Hale, Jasper's twin, and this is Emmett Cullen, her boyfriend." 

'Oh, so they adopted siblings, and they're dating, not weird at all.' 

"Hi." Emmett gave a grin, and Rosalie rolled her eyes.

"So like Sleeping Beauty, right?" 

Aurora shook her head,"Uh, no, a family name." 

"Cool. Cool. So why did little Alice here bring you?" 

"I honestly have no fucking clue."

Alice chimed in, "Cause we're friends silly, and you're friends with Jaz." 

Aurora looked at him, "Jaz?" 

Jasper nodded, "Family nickname." 

She decided not to say anything about Jasper's and her so-called friendship. "Wow, you're actually friends with both of them, not just Alice?" Emmett was ecstatic. He knew Jasper's view on relationships with humans. 

"Um, sure."

Rosalie was a little intrigued now. How was her brother able to keep his thrust under control with her. She was plump and full of delicious blood. "So how did you two meet?" Jasper and Aurora shared a look. 

"We met while I was sketching." 

"Oohh, an artist." 

"Where were you sketching?" Rosalie knew. It was obvious.

"The woods behind my house. At first, I thought he was a serial killer." The table tensed at her except Rosalie, she laughed. 

"I would've thought that too."

 Aurora smiled. Rosalie leaned closer on the table, "So Aurora, who are you?"

Aurora shrugged, "A 16 year old girl who moved from LA to Forks who likes to draw, read, play games, and I like to collect cards." 

'16!?' Was the collective thought from the vampires.

Emmett grinned again,'This ought to be good.'

"Wow, 16? And a junior?" 

"Yeah, I'm taking AP classes to get those extra credits. I'm technically a sophomore, but I talked with the counselor, and if I pass the classes, I'll be a senior next year. I'm like in between Sophmore and Junior right now." 

Jasper groaned. Of course his luck to like a 16 year old girl. Sure he barely turned 18 to the school but he was 19, for fuck sake. Not even to mention the 100+ year old vampire thing.

Rosalie was she going to torment him with this at home. "I didn't know you were 16." Jasper said. 

"Yeah, just turn 16 beginning of this month." 

'I'm going to hell.' Jasper could feel the giddy glee from Rosalie and Emmett. 

One of Tyler's friends came sauntering over, "Hey there, dumplin, what are you doing here with these freaks?"  He touched her cheek. Aurora recoiled in disgust.

Rosalie rose and spoke, "Say that again, and I will pop you eyeballs out." 

The dude laughed, and in a second, Jasper had the boy's head in the table and an arm up and one behind his back.

"Better yet, let's break his hand for touching her." He spat. 

Aurora jumped up, as did Emmettand Alice. This was not good. The boy looked ready to cry. "Jasper. It's fine. Let him go before you get in trouble." 

Jasper looked into her. He brought the boy, "If you say that again or touch her again, I will break both your arms." He let him go. The cafeteria was in shock and silence. 

Jasper was seething. He hurried and got out of the cafeteria; right when he was about to open the doors to leave the school, he heard his name. 

"Jasper," Aurora called. He internally groaned, 'Why didn't any of them hold her back.' 

"Jasper, please wait," he stood still, back facing her. 

"What do you want," he tried to keep a level voice. 

Aurora hesitantly went to his side and grabbed his hand. "Come on," she tugged him outside, into the forest line.

This was dangerous, 'CONTROL. CONTROL. CONTROL.'  

He couldn't be with her, but as much as he wanted to leave and get away, he stared into her eyes and stayed.

Aurora was still holding his hand, "Are you okay?" He nodded, a little afraid to speak. 

"Are you sure? I mean, you almost broke that kids arm off."

"If he didn't want it broken, he shouldn't have called you that, and he especially shouldn't have touched you."

Aurora was a little touch, just a tiny bit. "I get that, I do, truly. But one, you could've seriously hurt him, enough to the hospital which, two, could've got you suspended or expelled. Hell, or he could've pressed charges on you." Jasper just nodded. 

"Thank you for defending my honor like a semi true gentleman." 

He cracked a smile," Semi?" 'Control. Control. Control.'

"I don't know how they defended a lady's honor way back when." 

"Pretty much the same, just with guns added." Aurora raised an eyebrow, Jasper sounded like he spoke from experience. 

"And wild horses?" 

Jasper nodded, "Of course. The wildest."

"I take it you're from Texas?" 

"What gave it away?" He teased.

"I don't know, the ma'am, the accent, the looking like a cowboy or all of the above." 

Jasper laughed, "Okay, you got me. I am a Texan, born and raised."

The bell rang. Aurora looked up at Jasper, "You think you're okay to finish school?"

Jasper found himself nodding,"As long as you're there, princess." She smiled, and the pair walked back into school. Before sitting down for the last class, Aurora shot her mom a text. 

'Can I have a classmate come over for an AP Spanish project?' - Aurora

'Aren't you in-class? Shouldn't you be paying attention to the teacher? 

Is it that slightly too old for you, boy? - Amora

Aurora groaned.

'God, Mama, please.

Yes, yes, it is.' - Aurora

'Hmm, leave the door open and let Abuela know there's company.' - Amora 

'Thanks :P' - Aurora.

Alice plopped down next to her, a little surprised she was still alive. When she turned to get Aurora and divert he attention from Jasper, she was gone."Hey, how was the whole Jasper thing?"

"Oh, um... fine, just talk it out. I got him a little calmer to return to class. It was nice of him to defend my "honor" but reckless and stupid to almost break the boy."

Alice nodded. If this plays out right, they'd have 2 additions to the family rather than just one.

"Yeah, Jasper has a little hard time with controlling himself every now and then." 

Aurora hummed, and the teacher started the class. Once class had ended, Alice walked Aurora to Jasper, giving a wave and a "have fun." 

There was Jasper's ride, a motorcycle, a harley. 

"Oh wow."

"What? Not your taste, princess?" 

"No, no, it's cool, just never been on one." 

Bella appeared behind the duo. Jasper turned around, and Aurora followed.

"Oh, Bella! Jasper is gonna take me home since we have an AP Spanish project."

"Oh, okay." Bella was a little dejected. 

She went right next to Bella and slung an arm over her," Still wanna come over for dinner, its chicken alfredo with a salad." 

Bella eyed Jasper, "Sure. See you at 6:30." 

"Sharp." She winked, and Bella smiled. She left the two, and Aurora turned to Jasper, "Are you gonna stay for dinner? You might not have a choice, just a warning. My grandma is very pushy and manipulative." 

"I probably won't eat a lot, but I can stay if you want me to." He gave her a helmet. She put it on, and together on the bike they left.

So what Jasper was doing wasn't the best, he'll admit, but there was something about Aurora's art that made him use his powers on Aurora to lose interest in getting back her sketchbook. Was it wrong? Oh, 100%. Was he going to try to hold on to it for a bit more? Of course.

Hey yall about to write the baseball scene so almost there ig... anyway here yall go any notes or any suggestions lmk. Ngl I was going to make a teen mother aspect in my first draft but i thought it's be alot but if that's sounds intriguing lmk and I could still incorporate it

[marc--chilton]

okay Yes big big fan of house nesting when he’s sad/lonely but also finding it demeaning. like he just HAS to make himself miserable it’s his fav hobby.

what iffff during a particularly bad time (bad pain day, case gone awry, etc etc.) house shuts himself up in his apartment & nests, because all he wants is to be curled up with wilson but he figures this is as good as he’ll get. but then wilson (sensing that something is off) comes to check on House and finds him curled up in his nest,,,,, like would he comfort house & try to look after him?? if so would house let him?? or would he just pretend he never saw it (even though he reallyyyy wanted to intervene) so that it didn’t cross any boundaries?? what if house heard him come into the room & then leave?? what if house whined & asked him to stay in the smallest saddest voice?? what if house tried to push wilson away and wilson refused and said he’s not going anywhere????? !! ??

i’m in desperate need for some hurt comfort hilson omegaverse angst 😔🤙🏻

KILLING ME SOFTLY WITH THIS ONE BESTIE

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In the burrow of dirty laundry and throw blankets, the sound of gentle knocks hardly came through. Faintly, he heard his own name being called from the hall. House didn't move to answer but the whine that left his dry throat came out unbidden anyway.

Go away, he wanted to growl. Isn't someone's home supposed to be their sanctuary?

Even if that were true, Wilson always had a spare set of keys.

The traitorous lock giving way still managed to be deafening even when House went the extra mile to crush his head under the pillows he'd stowed away in this shitty little stress-nest. He pressed it harder against his ear the closer those Oxfords came, biting back another whine when Wilson beckoned again. The bedroom door opened wider, silent except for the one spot in the hinge where it creaked softly.

"I saw your bike, I know you're h-- oh."

As if it couldn't get any more mortifying. House couldn't see him, buried as he was, but he could practically feel the mild concern, already picturing the little furrow on thick brows. He didn't dignify him with an explanation, even a fake one. It had been a long day.

Footsteps came even closer and House curled up tighter, warm with shame.

"This is.... a bit much, don't you think?" An opening, the words light enough to allow for an out.

House, dehydrated and voice unused -- if one doesn't count involuntary whines, whimpers, and growling -- since he left the hospital who knows how many hours ago, could only croak back, "Get out, Wilson."

It was met with a sigh so heavy he nearly flinched. "There wasn't anything you could have done for that boy, House."

His eyes wrenched shut. That boy, his last patient. He hadn't even been old enough to drink yet. Brought in after collapsing at the park while watching, not even participating, with a basketball game among friends. Innocuous symptoms turned acute, false leads meant useless test, meant wasted time. What was initially brushed off as low blood sugar and heatstroke turned out to be an incomplete fetal rejection; a mark from the alpha girlfriend he cheated on combating the pregnancy from the affair itself leading to a malformed embryo literally killing him from inside out. If only he figured it out sooner that kid could have been getting dumped instead of chilling in the morgue.

So deep in his head he hadn't noticed Wilson leaving and coming back in until a cold water bottle was slipped in through the slit in the weave he had been using to breathe through. "Sit up so you don't drown." A bitchy suggestion from a friend, not a command from an alpha. Commendable when sometimes the voice was the only thing that could push through House's contrarian attitude.

"Why are you here? I'm not gonna kill myself because one patient died." Water after days of hospital coffee might as well have been ambrosia. "You've done your good deed, you're free to go now."

The bed dipped under Wilson's weight as he settled in close by without invading the nest itself. He spoke easily over House's warning growls. "No."

"No?"

"No. Glad to know you're not gonna off yourself, but I think you forget you're in a nest right now. You're not in heat," damn him for catching the excuse House had locked and loaded, "and you're sure as hell not pregnant, which can only mean you just feel shitty for your patient dying anyway. It's almost sweet how hard you take it sometimes."

House's growling took on a dangerous tone.

"My point is," the stupid, beautiful, sickeningly perfect alpha continued with placating gestures House could not see, "if you feel bad enough that you need to do all this, then I don't feel comfortable leaving you alone."

"Go away, Wilson." They were equally stubborn at times so House knew he was probably wasting his breath, but whatever.

He was met with the sounds of shoes slipping off socked feet and the rustle of an ugly tie being loosened. "Okay, well, what if I told you I'm staying to make myself feel better? To... satiate my savior complex or whatever."

Growls tapering into a sigh, the fight in him gave way. When life gives you lemons.... House snaked a hand out of the nest, palm up, whining in such a way he could only manage without the added stress of eyes on him. Begging.

With a snort, amused and surprised, Wilson folded his tie into House's hand. Nice, very nice, he'll be taking that, thank you very much, but not quite what he was asking for. Pianist fingers wrapped tightly around Wilson's wrist, tugging in demand. Wilson hesitated for barely a second before he cautiously let his arm be tugged into the ramshackle nest. The tie was extricated carefully from between them to be tucked under House's cheek, to be nuzzled into, a token of comfort for an omega soaked in the scent of an alpha.

Then, gently, with a touch so light it tickled, delicate fingers traced along Wilson's hand, from fingerprints to forearm where his sleeve was rolled up. He shivered when a thumb pressed softly into the gland on his wrist, then again at the sound of House's deep inhale and sigh. Bravely, Wilson started to purr, a wordless reassurance that what was happening was okay.

To his immense delight, House purred back. It was going to be okay.

[b-blushes]

chronic illness/disability stuff/woe

everything happens so much! I'd been putting off moving to the next dose of my migraine meds bc every time i do that i have to get bloods done to make sure it's not obliterating my organs or whatever and i am loathe to spend my one 'well enough to make a commitment to be able to leave the house' day that i get per week on yet another drs appointment. but i really need to get around to doing that and given that i feel so awful today i was like 'okay might as well do that because if i'm going to feel awful anyway i might as well make the adjustment now and just get over it' (like. if i'm feeling fine then i am happy to keep putting it off bc the aim is like, quality of life? and if i'm having good days then i am grasping every single one that comes to me) so in the meantime i was trying to just spend that day each week doing something nice instead of Being My Own Patient And Dr and trying to boost morale bc you know it's also bad for your physical health if you are miserable and stressed all the time! anyway looked at how long it had been since my last blood test. 'surely it was like 6 weeks, i've been really pushing it, a lot of time must have passed i've been trying so hard to keep a handle on things and yes i feel terrible now and i've overdone it but i *have* made some lovely memories'. hasn't even been 3 weeks 😭 i don't wanna be so ill all the time :( breaks my heart. i was talking to a family member about how things have been lately and they looked so defeated and were like 'it's just so sad' and i was like HELLO. yes but you're not supposed to say it lest i weep!!! :P (there is not really a good response though bc if people gloss over it it's really hurtful, bc, like, this is my reality. i guess i was just taken aback a bit at the reflection of how bleak things are bc it's just my everyday life and i'm making the best of it!) (i guess matter of fact-ness is my preference, rather than seeming more upset than me :P) anyway. it's fine. I have some really really lovely things lined up that i think i will be able to do (like, i have planned them to be within my 'normal' grasp, so hopefully i don't get worse in the next few weeks), i'm gonna cancel some other things i had planned by myself to focus any time i am doing Activities on spending time with my family and friends who i love! there are options for medical things, i have always got to remember that i have choices and i can act on them! even if they are between 'bad and less bad' rather than 'good and bad', there is agency to some degree! it's just a rough patch, i say, as if the last few years has not been a string of them :P BUT although heath things have been trending downwards, other things (like my mood in general! and my friendships!) have been trending upwards! so that's something! it probably won't be as bad as i fear, and the medical admin will probably be easier than i think, and i'll probably be able to change my prescription easier than i think, and uhhh some other things! it will be fine!

[aomine-ryo]

Got a sudden urge to write for Aomine so I did. It kinda hurt to write Kise off like the bad guy but it had to be done 😔 Anyways hope you guys like it!

Scenario: Aomine is in love with Kise’s s/o

gender neutral reader

“What do you mean you’re busy?” you whined into your phone. “It’s Valentine’s Day. You seriously can’t skip out on this for one day?”

You heard your boyfriend, Kise, sigh through the phone. “I’m sorry babe. I made a promise to Kasamatsu that I’d help him with packing today. I’ll try to finish as soon as I can, but it might take a while.”

Unsure whether you wanted to scream or cry at that moment, you paced up and down your room in frustration. “But—“

“I’m really sorry, I have to go now. They need my help. I’ll make it up to you,” Kise cut you off, tone distant and rushed.

“Whatever,” you sighed, feeling an ache in your heart.

“Alright bye. Love you,” he said, not even thinking twice about how salty your tone was.

“Love you—“ you heard the call cut off before you could even finish what you had to say, “… too.”

“I bet he didn’t even hear that,” you grumbled to your best friend, Aomine who was aimlessly scrolling on his phone whilst laying down on your bed through all of this.

The navy haired boy finally spared you a look once he felt the bed sink next to him after you had flopped onto it hopelessly. “That idiot seriously forgot about Valentine’s Day?” Aomine scoffed.

“Seems like it. I don’t think we’re even gonna go out today,” you groaned into your pillow.

“How lame,” he commented, turning his attention back to his phone.

“You can’t say that when you don’t even have a date,” you snapped at him.

“Well, I’d rather not have a date than have my s/o bail on me last minute,” he retorted. “Besides, I’ll have you know that I got many chocolates from other people— I just don’t really like them back,” Aomine gloated.

You didn’t have anything witty to say back. All you could think about was how frustrated you were. “Shut up,” you said simply, and Aomine could tell from your tone alone that you were going to burst into tears if you had one more push.

Aomine switched his phone off and set it on the bedside table, turning to face you and give you all his attention. “Why are you even still with him? You guys barely even talk,” Aomine questioned, knowing the ins and outs of your relationship since you liked to rant to him a lot.

“We talk!” You said defensively.

“Mhmm sure. At this rate, he probably talks to those fans of his more than he does to you,” Aomine said. His words were sharp— they always were. No sugarcoating, just plain honesty with you. You liked that about him, but it still hurt.

“Don’t say that. I like him. Besides, aren’t you his friend?” you said, sitting up and hugging your pillow now.

“I am. But I know how Kise is with relationships. I’m surprised you two even lasted as long as you did,” Aomine shrugged.

“Well I’m not going to break up with him. He’s so sweet. And sometimes he sends me these cute texts and selfies throughout the day— he hasn’t done it in a while but when he does it’s always adorable,” you gushed.

Aomine had to resist rolling his eyes at the words you were saying. He hated hearing about your relationships, he just didn’t know why. But more than anything, he hated hearing about Kise. Kise was one of his best friends, but for some reason that made it worse. He’d always see you two together. And when it was just you and Aomine, he’d still hear about Kise non-stop. He was sick of it.

“What if he just doesn’t like me anymore?” You frowned, hugging your pillow tighter.

“Then he’d be more of an idiot than I thought he was,” Aomine replied as if it was the most obvious answer in the world. He took a look at your state; it was Valentine’s Day and you were sitting in your bedroom looking miserable. Aomine sighed and stood up. “Alright. That’s it. We’re not sitting around and moping all day. It’s Valentine’s Day and we’re both too hot to not have a date right now.”

You looked up at Aomine with a puzzled expression, unable to resist letting out a small laugh at the last part. “What do you mean?”

“What I mean is, I will take you on a date. Think of me as your sub for Kise,” a little part of Aomine died inside after he said those words, but if that meant that he got to take you out, so be it.

A smile reappeared on your face at the gesture, making Aomine all giddy knowing he was the cause. “Do I need to dress up?”

“Of course. It’s a date. I’m gonna go home and change. I’ll be back in an hour, alright?” Aomine said.

“Alright,” you nodded excitedly.

“You better look hot— I can’t be caught walking around with an ugly date,” he teased, making you punch his arm playfully.

“Shut up and go home, dumbass,” you shot back, making him leave your room in a fit of chuckles.

With a newfound excitement, you began to get ready. The outfit you chose didn’t require much decision making, especially since you had already picked out what you were going to wear had your plans with Kise not fallen through. You even found yourself putting in extra effort to style your hair even though you know it was just Aomine you were going out with. Perhaps you were just projecting. You just wanted to look nice that day.

Of course, Aomine was about twenty minutes late because well, it’s Aomine. “Daiki, how are you late? You literally live across the street,” you scolded.

“Sorry, I was looking for this,” he said, holding out a box of chocolates to you.

“You do know that you don’t have to get me anything today right?” you said to him, feeling your heart melt regardless.

“I know, but I told you I had gotten a lot, so I figured you might like some,” he shrugged.

The two of you headed out right after, walking to the bus stop in the cool winter breeze. “So, what have you got planned for our date?” you beamed.

“Well, I pulled a few strings and managed to get us a reservation at that fancy restaurant you’ve been eyeing for a while,” Aomine said with a smug look on his face as he watched your eyes widen.

“No way! You got us a reservation at Bisous?”

“Mhmm,” he grinned, loving every moment of your excitement. “And afterwards, we’re going to grab a coffee and take a walk in the park.”

You narrowed your eyes at Aomine. “The park?” You were all too familiar with Aomine’s trips to the park. “Daiki I swear to God if you make me play basketball with you—“

“Think of it as your way of thanking me for the dinner,” he smiled cheekily as the two of you hopped onto the bus.

Other than the fact that you two were dressed up, it was just like any other hang out with Aomine. Comfortable silences, stupid jokes and lighthearted snarky comments— everything was as fun as it always was with Aomine.

“Oh this place is more expensive than I thought,” you mumbled to Aomine as the two of you flipped through the menu at the restaurant. “Are you sure about this?”

“Don’t worry about it. It’s on me— I’m your date after all,” Aomine said smoothly.

“Oh my, what a gentleman! Maybe I should let you take me out on dates more often if you’re gonna be this sweet,” you teased, making him roll his eyes.

“Shut up or I’m gonna take you to McDonald’s,” he retorted.

“You say that like it’s the worst thing in the world.”

The food at this restaurant was amazing though. At some point Aomine even swore that he would marry the food if he could. A strange conversation followed that statement, but either way, it was one of the best meals both of you had ever tasted. Of course, being in each other’s company made the experience ten times better, discussing anything and everything that popped into your minds.

At the end of your meal, both of you sat back in your chairs, completely satisfied as you waited for the bill. “Here you go,” the waitress said cheerily as she returned to your table with the receipt. “Might I say, the two of you make an adorable pair! How long have you been together for, if you don’t mind me asking?”

You and Aomine shared an awkward look with each other. “Oh um, we’re not—“

“We’ve been together for about a year,” you cut Aomine off and placed your hand over his.

Aomine was far more flustered than he should’ve been at the comment by the waitress, so you saying that completely threw him off for a few moments. He quickly remembered how you liked to lie about your life to strangers, making him a little less confused. However his heart was still racing at that feel of your skin on his. Your hand was cold and it sent chills through his body, but he kind of liked it.

At that point, he was so out of it that he forgot to listen to your conversation with the waitress, but it finally came to an end after her wishing you two a happy Valentine’s Day.

“Why do you do this?” He questioned you as the two of you walked out.

“Because it’s fun,” you said simply.

“It’s fun to lie?”

“If it does no harm, why not?”

The two of you chatted away as you walked to the park. It had been a while since you had this much fun with someone and it was refreshing. You didn’t need to care if you were saying the right thing, you didn’t need to worry about how you looked, you didn’t need to feel anything other than comfort. It was always easy with Aomine.

Just when you two entered the park, you got a call. Stopping in your tracks for fish your phone out of your pocket, you checked who it was. “It’s Ryouta,” you said to Aomine, whose mood was quickly soured by the mention of his name, though he didn’t dare show it.

You had completely forgotten about Kise that evening, but you were still happy to receive a call from him. “Hi babe,” you answered cheerily. You were in a good mood now, but Aomine couldn’t help but internally gag at the nickname.

“Hey, where are you right now?” Kise inquired.

“Oh I’m just hanging out with Daiki, why?”

Just hanging out with Daiki. Did you really have to say it like it was so unimportant?

“I just finished helping Kasamatsu so do you want to come over?” Kise asked.

“Oh um,” you glanced over at Aomine, who was looking over at the basketball court longingly. “Yeah sure, I’ll be there in a bit.”

“Great. See you soon,” Kise replied before ending the call.

“You know, I think I might go easy on you today,” Aomine said, talking about basketball and giving no regard to Kise.

“I’m really sorry, but I’m going to have to cut this date short. Kise wants me to come over,” you said, making Aomine’s heart sink.

“Oh, he finally has time for you now?” Aomine said, words much saltier than he intended.

“Yeah. I will play basketball with you some other time— it’s a promise.”

“No worries. Go ahead,” he said, trying his best to mask the dejection in his tone.

You wrapped your arms around his torso tightly, taking him by surprise. “Thank you so much for this. I had fun.”

A small smile fell onto Aomine’s face. “Ew why are you being so nice. Go away,” he sneered, making you stick your tongue out at him in annoyance before heading off to your boyfriend’s house.

The blue eyed boy sighed as he walked alone to the empty basketball court. He picked up the ball that someone had left behind and he began to shoot some shots. He did end up missing a few, but his mind was so out of it. All he could think of was you. Stupid Kise really doesn’t understand how lucky he was. If you were with Aomine, you’d be the top priority.

The ball hit the rim and bounced off. What was he thinking? Why’d he do so much for you? He wouldn’t go this far to make his other friends happy.

With a groan, Aomine dragged himself out of the park and began to head back home. He got off at your neighborhood’s bus stop and shuffled along the pavement with his hands stuffed in his pockets. As he walked past your house, he couldn’t help but glance over at your bedroom window. The lights weren’t on— you weren’t back yet. He let out a breath. What was he expecting? You were obviously going to spend the night at Kise’s.

But as Aomine stepped into his driveway, he was greeted with a surprise. There you were, seated on the steps of his front porch with tears running down your cheeks. “Y/N? What the hell are you doing here? Where’s Kise?”

“W-We got into an argument and I k-kind of just left,” you cried, hugging your knees.

“Seriously? Of all days, he wants to argue with you today?” Aomine griped as he took a seat on the steps next to you. “Do you wanna talk about it? I’m all ears as always.”

“No, I don’t want to ruin your evening with my complaints,” you shook your head.

“If you say so,” Aomine shrugged. Of course, you crying wasn’t the best thing, but you were here with him now so he was content. “Here, take this, you’re probably cold,” he said, taking off his jacket and putting it over you.

“Thanks,” you sniffled.

“I’m seriously gonna have to yell at him about this because it’s ridiculous.”

“Oh god, please don’t do that,” you protested immediately.

“Why not? He’s being an idiot. You deserve to be with someone who values you more,” Aomine said. Every part of him was screaming ‘you should be with me instead’ but he fought it back.

“Don’t say that. Kise is a good guy…”

“Yeah but it doesn’t seem like he’s good enough of a guy to run after you, now does it?” He said crossly.

“I think you’re being a little too rude, Daiki,” you said.

“I don’t care. I’ll say it to his face too.”

“I hope you don’t. The last thing I need to see is the two of you getting into a fight over all this,” you said, half joking.

“Why? Because I’ll win?” Aomine said smugly.

“I don’t wanna find out,” you chuckled.

“I’d definitely win.”

Just like that, you were laughing again. Why was everything so much better with Aomine? You reflected on your day again. At every point, you felt much happier in your moments with Aomine than with Kise. You couldn’t believe you left the fun time you were having with Aomine just to go have a stupid fight with Kise. You pulled Aomine’s jacket closer. It smelled like home; it smelled like his cologne.

“How come I had more fun tonight with you than with Kise?” you thought out loud.

“Because I’m the best,” Aomine joked.

“I hate to admit it, but you really are,” you said, making Aomine immediately look at your face to read your expression. You were being genuine.

“Well then, why do you bother with anyone else when the best is right here?” Aomine said, tone joking but there was truth in his words.

The dark blue eyes met yours for a moment and for some reason, you couldn’t look away. Were his eyes always this mesmerising? Something about it made your heart skip a beat. Your body was aching for his touch and you could sense the same from him.

Giving in to your urge, you pressed your lips against his and suddenly everything fell into place. His lips moulded into yours like they were made just for you. You felt his fingers run through your hair as if they’d been waiting for this moment his entire life and nothing felt more right. His cologne never smelled as inviting as it did right then and you couldn’t bring yourself to pull away from him even though you knew this shouldn’t be happening.

But even though it took every ounce of his willpower, Aomine pulled away from the kiss. He was sure his heart was going to beat right out of his chest at any moment. “Y/N-“

“I’m sorry. I don’t know why I did that,” you stammered as you shuffled around nervously, getting ready to bolt out of there at any instant. “I should leave. Just forget that I did that okay?”

Aomine gripped onto your wrist before you could go anywhere. “Well, what if I told you that I don’t want to forget?”

“W-What?”

“I don’t want to forget that. If there’s anyone who should be doing some forgetting it’s you,” Aomine’s emotions seemed to burst out all of a sudden.

“Daiki, what are you saying?”

“I’m saying forget about Kise. I’m the one you should be with.” A silence fell between you two as you just stood there in shock. Aomine’s words began to sink in. “I love you, Y/N. I’m sorry, but I do. And I can’t stand to see you cry over Kise when you can do so much better.”

“Daiki…” you said softly, tears welling up in your eyes again but this time you weren’t sure why.

Aomine’s grip on your wrist loosened. “That was out of line,” he said hesitantly, the adrenaline washing over. “I’m sorry.”

You watched as he stared at the ground in regret. This man in front of you was really one you took for granted. This one made your heart flurry and your body warm. This one made you feel special in a way that no one else could. This one loved you.

“Can I kiss you again?” was all you managed to muster.

Aomine looked at you like he’d been aching to hear those words for his entire life. He nodded yes. When your lips met his again, you felt at ease. All the complications and doubts seemed to wash away when you kissed him. Everything else was unimportant. All you could ever need was in his lips and that was the most comforting realisation in the world.

[hargrove-mayfields]

Back when things were still easy, Billy and Max used to have sibling days on the weekends when Neil wouldn’t be home, setting aside their issues to have just one day that was meant for doing something fun together.

The tradition had been dropped after the move to Hawkins, and Max thinks that’s where a lot of the strain on their relationship comes from. Without those designated times to let go of some of the tension building between them, they fall to pieces.

There’s one day in particular where it’s just Max at home all by herself, her mother and Neil having gone on a trip to the city she opted out of, when Billy shows up much earlier than he said he would be back, ruining the calm when he slammed the front door so hard a picture frame fell off the wall.

Neither of them say a word to the other, all she gets is an apologetic and glossy looking glance for the noise as he storms past her like she isn’t even there.

She doesn’t see Billy again for a long time after that, just hears the angry music blaring in his room. By now, she’s wisened up enough to know that meant he was probably crying in there, and though she doesn’t know what happened, she feels bad.

It’d been far too long since they acted anything like real siblings, not that they were actually related, but they used to be just as close, so after her brother’s been brooding for literal hours, she knows she wants to do something.

Her opportunity to bring it up comes when Billy makes his grand appearance at her door, stopping by to ask if she ate dinner just so he, quote ‘wouldn’t get any shit for it.’ She nods in agreement and asks, “Do you know what day it is, Billy?”

He shrugs, “28th of June.”

“Well, doy, but it’s also Friday.” Billy raises an eyebrow, missing the point, and Max rolls her eyes. “Friday. You know, like, the one day we get to hang out.”

Too cool for that stuff anymore apparently, he scoffs and leans against the doorframe, and she just knows he’s going to say something snarky, so she turns the puppy dog eyes up a notch, “Please? It’ll be fun.”

It works, Billy sighs way over dramatic and steps into her room, throwing himself down onto her beanbag chair. She can’t contain the smile on her face when he asks with fake defeat, “What did you want, shitbird?”

“I want a makeover day. Like we used to do.”

“Not gonna happen.”

“Why?” She crosses her arms, “Just because that’s what I want to do?”

He fixes her with a look that says ‘seriously?’, and explains, an edge of frustration to his voice, “No, because you know what’ll happen if I’m struttin’ around in nail polish and shit when Neil gets back.”

“They’re not supposed to come back until like, Monday though,” in response to her excuses, he mimics her in crossing his arms over his chest, so she tries harder to reason with him, “And we can always just take it off when we’re done.”

“That’s just a waste of your stuff, then.”

“Come on, Billy, please?” she’s out of actual arguments and he’s winning, so she brings out the big guns, the little sister privilege, the one surefire way she knows will always knock her brother off guard, “I miss you.”

He squints at her, seeing through the attempted guilt trip, but he can’t muster a frown, and he must know it wasn’t all fake, because he says, “Whatever.”

She knows that’s his version of a yes and he’s just too proud to admit he caved, so she squeals and claps her hands together, taking off like a shot to dig under her bed for the stowed away beauty kit. It’s a little wicker basket filled to the brim with nail polish and makeup, the same one they’d used years ago before everything went wrong, and it makes her happy, bringing the old thing back out.

She stops to put a record in her player, choosing Queen as the closest thing to a middle ground between their respective music tastes, they at least both weren’t supposed to listen to it, and drops down into the other chair beside Billy.

On the latch-hook rug in front of them, she starts to empty the basket, lining up all her brightly colored bottles of nail polish, slightly dried out after months of not using them. “What color?”

“Why do I have to go first?” Billy asks. All Max has to say in response is a know-it-all “Because I said so.”

“Fine. You pick.” The moment he says it he looks like he regrets it, Max is notoriously bad at making decisions, but she ignores him and starts holding up bottles anyways.

First, after few minutes deliberation, she chooses a pretty dark green, and he scrunches his nose and doesn’t say anything. She picks a purplish color, which he tosses away on the bed, a very firm ‘no’ that makes Max giggle. Then she gives him a bright orange bottle, and he holds in front of his face, studying it before turning that one down too.

“God, if I knew you’d be so annoying I would’ve just painted them all the colors.” She remarks, lining up her polishes so she could do just that.

“That’s actually probably not a very good idea, kiddo.” Looking a little panicked, he digs through the bottles himself, settling on one he pulls away and stares at for a second before handing it to her and telling her, “Just do ‘em red.”

It confuses her, but she agrees regardless, and makes him turn in his seat so he’s facing her and his hands are flat on the floor. His hands are a little shaky, so her paint job isn’t the best, she even drips some on the carpet, which she hopes her mother won’t notice, but Billy doesn’t say anything about the mess.

With his nails done she moves onto his hair, she wants to do double braids like how he taught her to do in her own hair, so she shoves his arm to get him to turn around. “Scoot.”

He lets her push him around until he’s in the right place that she can reach his hair, but once he’s facing the far wall he tells her, “Don’t you dare use that brush on my hair, Maxine.”

“Jeez, relax. I’m not gonna mess up your princess curls.” She mocked, but she still went for the comb to run through his hair instead.

She waited until she could get it through without catching on any tangles before bothering trying to talk to him. When Billy was upset, he tended to clam up, but she didn’t particularly like feeling awkward in the silence, leaving all the talking to the record player. “Can we talk about why you were mad earlier?”

“Nope.”

“Would you tell me if I told you about my day?” She tries, but he shuts it down again with an “Unlikely.”

“I’ll tell you anyways.” Max didn’t know what had happened with Billy, but she knew she hadn’t had the greatest morning herself either. “I had to ask Lucas to bring me home early because me and Mike got in a fight.”

Billy snorted, and spoke with just as much sarcasm as Max had used on him. She learned that from him anyways. “You and Mike? No.”

“Yeah. He was being a total ass about El, trying to like, own her or something, so I told him to lay off ‘cause that’s totally not fair.”

She knew that Billy, having graduated and turned 18 now, was probably getting a little old for this type of drama, but he was a good listener, no matter how much he pretended not to care, always giving little bits of insight and saying things to make her laugh.

She continues, “Well, anyways he like, totally bit my head off for sticking up for her, so then I told him he was just a miserable mouth breather who’s jealous of El being happy, and he tried to kick me out.”

Billy laughed at that, muttering a little ‘ow’ when the action made Max pull his hair, “But you left before he could kick you out right?”

“Duh.” She sighs a little, the fun part of the story over. “Then when we pulled up outside, Lucas said something stupid about it being my fault or whatever, so I dumped him again.”

“Good. I told you not to take any shit from them anymore.” Billy had been less than happy with her friends a lot recently, when she’d come home from school or from hanging out upset over something they said. They never meant to hurt her feelings, but Billy didn’t like it all the same, and made her promise she’d stand up for herself a little more. Like she did to him.

“Yeah, I guess.” It makes her feel light on the inside, to know Billy was proud of her for following his advice, in his own way at least. “So? What happened to you?”

He shrugs again, and blows her off, “It’s nothing.”

“You were crying.”

“Yeah, and it’s none of your business.”

“Maybe not,” she fumbles with the braid and loses it, Billy’s stupid uneven mullet making it way too hard to braid so many different lengths of hair, “But I’m like, an expert now. El says she likes my advice.”

Under his breath, Billy mutters, “‘Course she does.”

Max purses her lips and pretends she didn’t hear that before continuing her offer, “Anyways, I can always try to help.”

“Listen, it’s just stupid dating stuff. Nothin’ you need to be worrying about.”

“But I’m a girl. I can give advice about that.” She thinks about it for a second, “I mean, I know more about being a girlfriend than having one, but it’s probably about the same.”

“Maybe.” Billy mumbles, focusing all his attention on picking at the nail polish that had missed the edges of his nails, and just from the way he tensed up she can tell she’d overstepped Billy’s boundaries in some way or another.

She finishes of the braid she had already started over twice now and puts a blue scrunchie on the end of it, giving him a minute.

When she starts combing out the rest of his hair is when Billy speaks again, not a drop of his distinctly Billy attitude in his words as he admitted softly, “You know, shitbird, I never said anything ‘bout having a girlfriend.”

That’s confusing to her at first, because he had just told her it was a dating thing, but Max’d been hearing all the nasty things Neil said about Billy for years now, and while she might just be a kid, might be the clueless and annoying little sister, she still knew the weight of what he’d just admitted to her.

It had always made her sad, to know Neil didn’t really like Billy, all the mean words he used, ones she wouldn’t dare repeat, to describe Billy and his friends, all the lies he told about him behind his back. But she doesn’t buy it, what her asshole step-dad had to say.

Her brother was cool, and she liked hanging out with him, when he wasn’t being such a jerk. The fact that he had a boyfriend instead of a girlfriend didn’t change that in the least bit.

She hums, trying to gather words and, her voice strained against the outburst of happiness, says “See? I can totally help with boy stuff.”

[iambilliejeanok]

Omg can I plz plz plzzzz get a Dom!Kisame x Sub!Fem!reader? Where the reader and Kisame are constantly bickering back and forth and don’t like each other but one day an argument they have leads into some rough sex? I hope this makes sense. I really enjoy your writing by the way!!

I like this one. I like it alot. 😏thank you anon💜

Warnings: 18+. Unedited. NSFW. Language, slight overstimulation and violence.

“Not today Kisame! I’ve had enough stinky!”, you yelled, irritated beyond belief at the mere sight of the shark boy, let alone the mean words coming out of his fowl mouth. You huffed, crossing your arms and cocking your hip in a way that Kisame admired. He didn’t like that he thought you were very attractive and sought to squash any and every thought he had about you by being mean. “Get yourself together y/n”, he spoke in a very demeaning way, despite the fact that he was clearly aggravating you with his patronizing taunts. “I thought you could handle a little criticism. You’re weak and you ought to train a little more to at least compensate for your failures y/n”. That was it. He reached the boiling point. Why would he say that considering the fact that you were alone, on a mission to capture the four tails. Unlike like you, everyone else had a partner to help them succeed. The four tails was strong, forcing you to back out of the fight before you’d needlessly hurt yourself. Your taijutsu was neat, but you lacked the physical strength to inflict any serious harm, your strength being the ability to absorb chakra and return it to the user in five fold. Also that you were abnormally intelligent, making you a crucial member of the akatsuki as you played a role in managing the group, sometimes helping pick out the right teams for the right tasks. And your main focus was to collect information about the jinchuriki to share with Pein, who would use that information to select an actual team to hunt down the host. Kisame was happy you failed. There was just something about seeing you so miserable that he couldn’t help but take pleasure in. “Are you gonna let him talk to you like that y/n?”, Hidan deviously questioned, successfully riling you up. You literally pounced on him, not caring that you were in the midst of all the other members, taking him down by complete surprise. You both fell to the ground with a loud thud, Kisame completely taking the hit as you landed on top of him. He was rather stunned that you were able to easily take him down. “Yes y/n, get him!” Hidan cheered, enjoying the view of your ass as you hovered above your new opponent, earning himself a glare from Kakuzu. You certainly weren’t tiny. You were packing in all the right places, standing at 5’8, your curvy body showing in all its glory because your clothes burnt off in certain areas after escaping the four tails brutal lava release, making you look all the more fucking sexy to the swordsman, as well as every other member in the room. But even then, he was way too big and bulky for you to manage bringing him down to the ground in a spilt second all by yourself. You brought your fist up, ready to wipe away that smug look on his face with a nice and hard blow, infuriated at how he calmly waited for you to hit. Your fist connected with his cheek, Kisame quickly flipping you over so he was now on top of you, blood dripping out his nose and falling on your cheek as he easily pinned your wrists on either side of your head, his solid, muscly frame dominantly hovering above you. “Are you trying to kill yourself?”, he growled, angered by how you took him down in front of everyone, but also more than happy to fight you, to see what you’re really capable of. You brought your knee up between his legs, a loud grunt leaving his mouth as you landed a hard blow on his crotch. You used the opportunity to head butt him hard before flipping him over so you were right back on top of him. He was obviously holding back, but today you were in the mood to really fight. “Enough!”. You both snapped your heads in the direction of the familiar voice. Pein looked down at both of you, his purple eyes piercing your own, his expression stoic as always. You quickly got off of Kisame, dusting yourself off as you walked off to your room. He really underestimated you, but next time Pein wasn’t around, you would certainly give him a big taste of the strength he didn’t know you had.

The next morning you felt somewhat better, dragging yourself out of bed to start your day with the rest of the miserable human beings in the hideout. You finished up your breakfast, washing only your dishes, drying them and packing them away, growling at anyone who dared to near you with their dirty dishes. You would die before you washed somebody else’s dishes in this hideout. No one was worthy. Except maybe Itachi. You dried your hands off, walking back to your room to meditate, shower and change before you’d go out and train a little. Not because Kisame said so, you reminded yourself, now debating whether or not you should train, so Kisame wouldn’t think you were training because of his rude remark last night. You walked with your eyes glued to the floor, not watching where you were going as you sped walked the rest of the way in deep thought. You bumped into something hard, the impact throwing you off balance, causing you to stumble backwards and land hard on your bottom. “Ow!” , you whined, looking up to see Kisame. He didn’t have his cloak on, just a skin tight black turtle neck shirt with a pair of black pants. Barefoot. The shirt he wore hugged his muscular chest in such a sinful way. His beefy arms flexing as he gazed at you. This might of been the first time you’d seen him without a cloak. He wasn’t just a big shark. He was a tall, muscular, sexy shark. He reached down to grab your arm, pulling you up a little too fast, causing you to stumble once again, but this time, he held you until you were able to stand on your own. You were pretty much gawking at this point, gulping away your arousal as you immediately looked at the ground, embarrassed that he caught you. “Watch where you’re going little girl”, he said, ignoring how cute you looked still dressed in your pijamas. The pink, spaghetti strap shirt hugging your ample bosom, your nipples confidently introducing themselves through the thin cotton material. The shirt ended just beneath your natural waist, revealing your pierced belly button and a whole lot of smooth skin before your navy blue with white polka dots pants took over, a drawstring keeping them around your hips as they draped all the way down to your ankles, folded twice so you wouldn’t step on them. You both stood in the middle of the long passage, awkward silence surrounding the two of you as you shyly checked each other out. “If you were watching where you were going you wouldn’t of let me walk right into you”, you started, trying to distract yourself from the 6’4 hunk of sexiness standing in front of you. Quickly overcoming your shame you looked up at him, clearing your throat as his eyes were glued to your chest for a good few seconds before he lift them up to look at your face. Unlike you he wasn’t embarrassed at all, his eyes continuing their journey down your body as he nonchalantly replied, “Yeah whatever little girl, I don’t have time for this today”. Your eye twitched. “I’m not a little girl”, you spoke, trying to stay as nonchalant as he was. “Is that so?”, he challenged. “Yes. I’m much more than you could ever handle Kisame. But anyways, I’m not going to to stand here and argue with an angry fish, so bye”, you retorted, starting to walk past him and to your room. His large hand found your neck, causing you to stumble as he dragged you back in front of him, pushing you against the wall all in one swift movement. You gasped out as your back hit the wall, knocking a little air out of your restricted windpipe. Kisame eyes met yours, his teeth showing in his devious smile. He didn’t know whether to laugh at your confidence or respond to your smart remarks. Whatever it was he was feeling made his dick twitch. If only you weren’t so damn cute gasping for air in his hold he would’ve ignored you and continued on about his day. But today he reached his limit. He was going to teach you a very good lesson.

He leaned forward to whisper in your ear, “Much more than I could ever handle?”, he questioned. “Are you sure about that little girl?”. At that he let go of you, watching you greedily suck in air before easily picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder. You blushed at how strong he was. “I’m guessing you don’t know how to be gentle”, you remarked, only further triggering his irritation. “For once you’re actually right about me. I do not know how to be gentle and I hope you learn from this”, he responded. You could hear the seriousness in his tone, hoping he meant to do what you thought he was going to do and not actually kill you this morning. Uncertainty travelled through your veins, making you nervous as you tightened your grip on his shirt, trying to keep your balance. His arm sat between your thighs, the grip on your upper thigh just below your ass the only support you had on his shoulder. You were genuinely concerned. Trying to think of a plan to escape or fight back if you needed to. He entered a room, shutting the door behind him. A few steps later he threw you onto his unmade bed. You could smell his musky scent all around you, spiking up your arousal as you sat up on your elbows, looking around you before concluding you were in fact, in his room. You looked up at him, gulping away your nerves as he lifted his shirt over his head. Holy fuck. At this point his sexiness would surely kill you before he got the chance to. You could only watch him in silence, as he crawled onto the bed, slowly making his way to you, like an animal sneaking up on it’s prey, forcing you to lie on your back. He spread your legs open to settle between them. You felt so little beneath him, actually nervous about what was currently taking place. Kisame stopped just above you, sensing your nerves building up. “Where did the cocky girl run off to?”, he chuckled. You felt rather embarrassed that he was right, all your confidence left your body when he threw you onto his bed, suggesting that he was going to fuck you. As aware as you were you couldn’t find any words to retort. A smile appearing on his face, showing his sharp white teeth as he waited for a reaction. “Did you forget how to talk?”, he asked, before planting a small kiss on your soft lips. He pulled away, looking at your face before coming back down to plant another kiss in the crook of your neck. You lifted your chin up to give him more access. His hand rubbed your thigh, slowly coming up to your hips, then your waist, your abdomen and finally your breasts, not ceasing the kisses that slowly turned into sucks and bites, his sharp teeth piercing your skin, making you moan out before his tongue lapped at the blood, soothing the pain he caused you. His big hand squeezed your boob, causing him to groan at the feel of the soft mound. His fingers pinched your nipple hard enough that you squealed. “Answer me y/n”, his tone serious as he continued his attack on your neck. You complied, “Yes I can talk, I’m just a little surprised”. You figured you should be honest about how you felt right now. He ceased his marking, coming up to look at your face. “I hate to admit it but I find myself very attracted to you, annoying as you are. Right now though, I want nothing more than to fuck you, hard and fast”, he confessed, emphasizing his last words with a buck of his hips, grinding into you, smiling at the way you bit your lip, trying to stifle a moan. “I’m sure I can handle you just right”, he continued, deciding to slowly roll his hips into yours, roughly dry humping you. “I’m just not sure if you could keep up”. At that you snapped your eyes open, a small moan escaping your lips as his erection rubbed your lady parts just the right way. “I can keep up Kisame. You’re not all that”, you quickly retorted. Kisame chuckled, watching you slightly squirm beneath him, enjoying the way he rubbed against you.

His lips smashed into yours in a bruising kiss, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth, making you squeal in delight. His hands immediately worked on undressing you, quickly pulling your shirt over your head and dragging your pants off along with your underwear. In less than a minute you were bare beneath him, your legs spread out as he pressed kisses onto your inner thighs, slowly nearing your wet and aching heat. You brought a finger to your mouth, bracing yourself for what was to come. Kisame looked up at you, waiting for a thumbs up. You looked back into his eyes, whining as you bucked your hips up. Without further ado he drove right in, greedily lapping up your juices, spreading your lips apart before sucking on your throbbing nub, forcing you into a fit of long, breathy moans. You buried your hand into his hair, the other tugging on one of your nipples as you neared an intense orgasm. His large hands kept your thighs spread apart for him, purple nails digging into them as he ferociously ate you out. His mouth found your clit once again, sucking hard on it, the pleasure almost painful as you screamed out in ecstasy. You legs shook in his hold, juices spilling everywhere as he kept at it, making sure you let it all out before he pulled away from you. He got off of the bed, watching you squirm around in pleasure as he pulled his pants off, his boxers following, revealing his thick, long, glorious member. He crawled right back on the bed, flipping you over so you were on your tummy. “I’m sure you feel just as good as you taste sweet girl”, he teased, watching your fat ass jiggle as he slapped it, hard enough to pull out rough moans from you. He snaked his arm under your chest, wrapping his hand around your neck, your breasts snuggling his forearm. “Kisame!”, you moaned out, desperate to feel him inside of you. “What is it?”, he asked, biting his lip as he rubbed his dick along your slick folds, lubricating it and stimulating you at the same time. “Oooh please!”, you moaned, pushing your ass back against him. “You’re going to be begging me to stop soon little girl. Be patient”, he reprimanded, focusing on lubricating his dick in your juices, making you whine out in sweet frustration. Your legs were tucked underneath his own, your thighs pressed together, waiting for him to fuck you.

After what felt like forever he finally pushed the tip into you, slowly stretching you out. He watched you barely manage to take him, squirming beneath him as he sunk into your tight cunt. He couldn’t hold back a moan of his own, sinking his sharp teeth into the back of your neck as he pushed himself all the way into you, your tight pussy snugly swallowing him in. “Kisame! Fuck!”, you moaned out in pain and pleasure as he lapped up the blood dripping from your new wound. He didn’t give you anytime to adjust to the overwhelming stretch. “Mmm fuck! Here we go baby”. He immediately set to a fast and hard pace, his strong hips pushing you up the bed with every thrust, his hand on your neck keeping you in place as he pounded you into the sheets. You couldn’t speak, struggling to catch your breath as your screams took over. His dick was so big, hitting a spot inside of you that made you wonder if he was actually trying to kill you with pleasure. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, drool falling down your chin as he roughly fucked you. Your whole body was now violently convulsing beneath him and you hadn’t even reached your climax yet. Heavy pants fell from Kisame’s mouth as he brutally fucked you, enjoying the way your tight pussy threatened to milk him dry. “You feel way too fucking good baby. Come now”, he spoke through gritted teeth, the demand in your ear sending you over the edge as you came hard. All you could do was scream as the pleasure brutally consumed you, leaving you a complete mess as your grip on the sheets failed to anchor you through this one. Your walls clenched hard around him and he couldn’t hold back, grunting your name out in your ear as he came after you. It took everything in him to not bite you again as his orgasm ripped right through him. Sparing your skin from any more nasty marks.

His weight on top of you crushed you but also anchored you as you both rode your orgasms out. He calming himself before did, pulling you into him as he rolled onto his back. “That was quite intense. Are you okay?”, he asked, holding you tight against him as he kissed your face. His hands ran along your back, to help sooth you down, your whimpers muffled into his chest as you gradually caught your breath. “Y/n, are you okay? Answer me”, he asked again, slightly worried that he might of been a little too rough. He was sure it wasn’t your first time, considering how well you took him when he sunk into you. Maybe he was way too rough. He panicked, slightly tugging your head back to see your face. “Y/n. Answer me”. “K-Kisame. I’m f-fine”, you tiredly whimpered, snuggling into him to find sleep. He finally breathed out, kissing your forehead in relief. So this was all it took to get you to behave? He was hoping you’d be open to doing this again sometime soon, letting sleep take over as he relaxed onto the bed, feeling very satisfied with how things turned out.

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Jealous Guys

Something I’ve been thinking about for a while now is the different ways jealousy manifested for John and Paul over the course of their friendship.

I’m going to look at John and Paul in turn and have a look at some of the key ways jealousy appeared, before, during and after the Beatles period. This will be a looooong post so if you want to go on deep dive keep reading below.

John

Jealousy was something that John acknowledged as a big part of his personality, as far as I’m aware, he only acknowledged his jealousy publicly in terms of his relationship with Yoko but I believe jealousy was a feature of all of John’s major relationships. John’s first real partnership was with Pete Shotton, his childhood best friend, and Pete has outlined how John’s jealousy and possessiveness was a feature in their friendship with them falling out when Pete first started showing interest in girls and with John acting out when Pete started to spend more time with other friends, instead of him, here Pete recounts John’s reflection on this period of their friendship:

“Years later John confessed to having felt acutely jealous throughout that interlude: “I was scared shitless I’d lost you after our fight in science class, when you starting playing with David Jones. I really thought I’d gone too far with you that time.“

Pete Shotton, John Lennon: In My Life , 1983

Pete’s recollections establish a pattern in John’s life of acting out due to a fear of abandonment and losing those who are closest to him so it’s not surprising that once John had formed a strong bond with Paul that would stir similar fears in him. 

Below I’ve categorised the groups of people that were the focus of John’s jealousy and have picked one person from each group as an example:

Family - Jim McCartney

Paul’s family was and continues to be a big part of his life. From the outset of their friendship, John was made aware of how important Jim was to Paul and vice versa. John and Paul had to skip school to hang out together because Jim wouldn’t have John in their house initially and John confessed his resentment of Jim’s influence over Paul’s life. It appears that after some time John grew tired of having to contend with Jim for the position of the most important person in Paul’s life, and this culminated in John giving Paul a pseudo ultimatum as John discussed in 1971:

“But Paul would always give in to his dad. His dad told him to get a job, he fucking dropped the group and started working on the fucking lorries, saying, "I need a steady career." We couldn't believe it… “So I told him on the phone, "Either come or you're out." So he had to make a decision between me and his dad then, and in the end he chose me”

St. Regis Hotel interview, Sept. 5, 1971

Friends - Mal Evans

Throughout the active years of the band it was typical of them to refer to each other as their best friends and, given the lives they led, I think the simple fact that no one else could understand what it was like to be a Beatle would have meant they all shared a special bond. However, they all had friendships outside of the band and this was something that could cause issues for John when it came to Paul.

According to Tune In, Mal initially became friends with Paul during the band's initial shows at the Cavern Club then, after a suggestion from George, Mal became a part of the Beatles entourage thereafter. Mal had friendships with all the Beatles, as part of their inner circle, but from his comments it appears John took umbrage with the closeness of Mal’s friendship with Paul:

“Paul would suddenly come in with this circle saying, “This is Magical Mystery Tour, will you write that bit?” And I was choked that he’d arranged it all with Mal anyway, for a kickoff, and had all this idea going”

St. Regis Hotel interview, Sept. 5, 1971

Mal also comes up when John discusses his recollections of the writing of Eleanor Rigby:

“So rather than ask me, “John, do these lyrics—” Because by that period, he didn’t want to say that – to me. Okay? So what he would say was, “Hey, you guys, finish off the lyrics,”... “ Now, I sat there with Mal Evans, a road manager who was a telephone installer, and Neil Aspinall, who was a not-completed student accountant who became our road manager. And I was insulted and hurt that he’d thrown it out in the air”...” There might be a version that they contributed, but there isn’t a line in there that they put in.“

Playboy interview, David Sheff 1980

John’s discomfort with the closeness of Paul’s relationship with Mal was something that wasn’t lost on Mal’s wife Lil:

“He was always at their beck and call. He was a nice fella to have around, so much so that it could provoke little jealousies within the band. When I met Yoko years after Mal died, she said John had told her he’d been very jealous at one point of Mal’s relationship with Paul.”

Lil Evans interview with Ray Connolly, 2005

Love interests - Linda McCartney

Throughout their friendship both John and Paul had quite a few love interests, which (to varying degrees) prompted jealousy between them.

Although John displayed jealousy of a few of Paul’s love interests this was no more apparent than with Paul’s first wife Linda McCartney, which is confirmed by both John’s words and actions regarding Linda and her partnership with Paul:

“"Then Klein informed Lennon that McCartney had secretly been increasing his stake in Northern Songs. ‘John flew into a rage,’ recalled Apple executive Peter Brown. ‘At one point I thought he was really going to hit Paul, but he managed to calm himself down.’ One unconfirmed report of this meeting had Lennon leaping towards Linda McCartney, his fists raised in her face"

Peter Doggett, You Never Give Me Your Money

"Int: When did you first meet her [Linda]? John: The first time I saw her was after that press conference to announce Apple in America. We were just going back to the airport and she was in the car with us. I didn't think she was particularly attractive, I wondered what he was bothering having her in the car for. A bit too tweedy, you know. But she sat in the car and took photographs and that was it. And the next minute she's married him."

St. Regis Hotel interview, Sept. 5, 1971

“I was reading your letter and wondering what middle aged cranky Beatle fan wrote it... "What the hell—it’s Linda! . . . Linda— if you don’t care what I say—shut up!—let Paul write—or whatever.”

"Of course, the money angle is important—to all of us—especially after all the petty shit that came from your insane family/in laws—and GOD HELP YOU OUT, PAUL—see you in two years—I reckon you’ll be out then"

Draft letter from John Lennon to Linda McCartney, circa 1971

"The presumption is a) the Beatles would get together again or are even thinking about it and b) if they got together, John and Yoko split, Paul and Linda split"

John (with Yoko) talks to John Fielding on Weekend World, 1973

"John often speculated on why Paul and Linda remained married while, at the same time, resenting their evident happiness, to the extent that he had Green do a tarot reading to ensure him that Paul and Linda were really secretly miserable and were going to divorce within a year"

According to Fred Seaman and John Green, source

Paul

Of course jealousy wasn't a one-way street in the Lennon-McCartney relationship. Unlike with John, for Paul I'm focusing more on the key people I believe his jealousy, regarding John, was directed to:

Stuart Sutcliffe

John met Stu at Art College and struck up a really close friendship with him. At the point that John met Stu, John had already become friends with Paul so Paul felt threatened when Stu entered the picture:

"When he [Stu] came into the band, around Christmas of 1959, we were a little jealous of him; it was something I didn’t deal with very well. We were always slightly jealous of John’s other friendships.

When Stuart came in, it felt as if he was taking the position away from George and me. We had to take a bit of a back seat."

Paul McCartney, Anthology 2000

"Paul was saying something about Stu’s girl – he was jealous because she was a great girl, and Stu hit him, on stage. And Stu wasn’t a violent guy at all."

John Lennon, 1967 Anthology 2000

"I looked up to Stu. I depended on him to tell me the truth. Stu would tell me if something was good and I’d believe him. We were awful to him sometimes. Especially Paul, always picking on him. I used to explain afterwards that we didn’t dislike him, really."

John Lennon, The Beatles Hunter Davies 1968

Yoko Ono

Of all the relationships I've already discussed, the relationship and jealousy displayed from Paul towards Yoko is probably the most widely discussed in Beatles historiography and general discourse. From the official start of Yoko's relationship with John in 1968 it was clear that Paul resented her presence in John's life and her proximity to the band:

"He even sent them [John and Yoko] a hate letter once, unsigned, typed. I brought it in with the morning mail. Paul put most of his fan mail in a big basket and let it sit for weeks, but John and Yoko opened every piece. When they got to the anonymous note, they looked puzzled, looking at each other with genuine pain in their eyes. ‘You and your Jap tart think you’re hot shit’, it said."

Francie Schwartz, Body Count 1972

"Cause she’s [Yoko] very much to do with it from John’s angle, that’s the thing, you know. And I – the thing is that I – there’s— Again, like, there’s always only two answers. One is to fight it, and fight her, and try and get The Beatles back to four people without Yoko, and sort of ask her to sit down at the board meetings. Or else, the other thing is to just realize that she’s there, you know. And he’s not gonna sort of – split with her, just for our sakes."

Paul McCartney, Let It Be Sessions, 1969

"I told John on the phone the other day that at the beginning of last year I was annoyed with him. I was jealous because of Yoko, and afraid about the break-up of a great musical partnership. It’s taken me a year to realise that they were in love. Just like Linda and me."

Paul McCartney, interview with Ray Connolly, 1970

What are the similarities and differences in the way jealousy manifested for John and Paul?

I think it's obvious but bears repeating that both John and Paul displayed jealousy towards other people who they felt would threaten their relationship so that's central to all the instances I have flagged, Jim, Mal, Linda, Stu, Yoko all posed real or imagined threats to John and Paul's partnership.

However, you'll note that I included more sources to display John's jealousy regarding Paul and that I categorised John's jealousy targets whereas I only pulled out two key individuals for Paul, this isn't to say that John was more jealous than Paul was, as jealousy isn't something you can quantify, but to highlight my opinion that Paul's jealousy regarding John was more targeted than John's jealousy regarding Paul. I think what stands out to me is that, I think generally Stu and Yoko are held up as the prime examples of Paul's jealousy of other people getting close to John, as far as we know, Paul never had significant issues with other people who formed close relationships with John like Pete Shotton, Cynthia Lennon, Magic Alex etc., why was that? I think that Paul was more threatened when he felt that John was replacing him so by bringing Stu into the band (even though he wasn't a musician) and Yoko into the studio (one instance where Paul was especially hurt was when John gave Paul's line in The Continuing Story of Bungalow Bill to Yoko to sing), Paul perhaps felt that his place as John's primary collaborator was in jeopardy and that he could lose a partnership that had become central to his self-worth as a person - that, I believe, was when his jealousy was most likely to rise to the fore. John, on the other hand, had a much wider range of targets when it came to jealousy regarding Paul, why was John jealous of Linda? Linda wasn't trying to replace John as Paul's collaborator, if anything she wanted the Lennon-McCartney partnership to be stronger. Why was John jealous of Mal? Mal wasn't a musician, Mal was a huge fan of the band and constantly worked to fulfil their requests, so why was John so threatened by his friendship with Paul? For me, John's jealousy regarding Paul was more than just a fear of directly being replaced, I believe John's jealousy was fundamentally triggered by a fear of abandonment. I think the childhood trauma John experienced, of being left by both his parents, meant that whenever any of his close friendships and relationships were threatened, or he felt that someone close to him may leave him, he would act out. John fell out with his childhood best friend Pete when he got a girlfriend, John hit Cynthia when he saw her dancing with Stu, John was rude to several of Paul's love interests and ultimately John never fully accepted Paul's relationship with Linda because, although he could see that she could offer Paul the family life he always wanted, John didn't want Linda to take Paul away and give him a family that meant that Paul would no longer be able to prioritise John in his life as he had in the past.

Ultimately, we'll never know all the ways that jealousy factored into John and Paul's relationship with each other and those around them, as I'm sure it impacted several relationships in more complex ways than I can articulate (i.e. I suspect jealousy played a part in Paul's initial resentment of Brian but they grew closer over time so maybe Paul's jealousy lessened over time or Brian became less of a threat?). I do think it's important to consider that jealousy was present on both sides and was likely a factor in the breakdown of John and Paul's relationship, the breakdown of the Beatles and was a continued factor in disrupting reconciliations between John and Paul into the 70s and 1980.

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an icarus and his sun: chapter 4

A/N: what's this? jimmy may be finally leaving denial station? and gray-aroace jimmy because i said so? hell yeah. also more seablings pog!! i do also have the next chapter written already bc it has one of the scenes that was basically the whole reason i wrote this fic, but i'm gonna wait until tomorrow to post it (mostly bc i wanna make sure i have the chapter after that one written bc of... reasons >:) the next chapter is a tad cliffhanger-y and i just don't want y'all to have to wait too long)

Warnings: teasing/banter, flirting, realization of feelings

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The invitation for the House Blossom Ball arrived, with a separate handwritten note along with it from Katherine that very pointedly reminded Jimmy to dress up and maybe lose the cod head. Something about how it wasn’t “fancy enough” or whatever. Jimmy felt the cod head was acceptable for any occasion, not to mention he felt weird with his whole head being in view- but maybe he could compromise for Katherine. He’d have to figure out some sort of other headpiece… but the ball wasn’t for a few days anyway. Jimmy had plenty of time to figure out an outfit. In the meantime, he had some work to do on his slime farm. And of course, who else should be there but Scott when Jimmy came up from his farm. He was sitting on the roof of the slime farm entrance, legs swinging idly.

“What are you doing here,” Jimmy asked with a tired sigh, really hoping that he wouldn’t have to deal with another fight with Scott. Scott hopped down from the roof, gliding a bit before landing in front of Jimmy.

“Oh same as always, I was bored and you’re fun to bother,” Scott said with a shrug and a playful grin. Jimmy glowered at him, putting his hands on his hips.

“Oh no, not today! I’m not letting you get under my skin anymore!” Jimmy said, determination in his tone. Scott raised an eyebrow as his grin morphed into a smirk, and there was that squirming, fluttery feeling from their fight again.

“Are you sure about that?” Scott crooned, a clear challenge in his voice. Jimmy shut his eyes, taking a deep breath before shifting his expression into something more neutral.

“Absolutely,” he said firmly, walking past Scott towards his base. Scott seemed surprised for a moment, before getting his bearings and following after Jimmy.

"Not even over this?" Scott asked, walking beside Jimmy and tossing something green up in the air before catching it again. Jimmy stopped walking, brows furrowed in confusion. Scott stopped too, looking him in the eyes as he tossed the object again- a slimeball.

"How- where- when did you- where did you get that from?!" Jimmy demanded. The only way people got slime was from his empire.

“Got it from one of your chests- thought you wouldn’t mind,” Scott replied with a shrug, that smirk still irritatingly present on his face.

“I very much do mind! Give that back!” Jimmy demanded, lunging forward to try and grab the slimeball from his hand. Scott darted back, flapping his wings and sending a gush of wind to push Jimmy back.

“You’re gonna have to catch me, fish boy,” Scott teased, before taking off into the sky. Jimmy grit his teeth in frustration.

“I’m the Codfather!” he protested, equipping his elytra and taking off after Scott. Scott laughed, dipping and twirling in the sky while Jimmy struggled to keep up. Going after someone who had actual wings while Jimmy only had an elytra was a definite disadvantage, but Jimmy was a little too stubborn to care. Scott climbed higher into the sky with ease, Jimmy following close after- and then the sun hit Scott’s wings and Jimmy just about fell out of the sky. The sun’s rays caught the gold tips of his wings, making them shimmer. But it wasn’t just the sunshine reflecting off his wings- it was the way Scott’s whole face seemed to shine like the sun with his smile and how the wind ruffled his usually neat hair. It was how his laugh sounded as if the shimmering of gold made a sound. It was how those icy blue eyes sparkled with mirth as he held the slimeball victoriously above his head. It was how Scott’s expression suddenly melted from that of a mischievous trickster to something almost fond. All of those things caused that pleasant flip-flopping feeling in his stomach to return, and Jimmy suddenly pitched down because of it. He quickly righted himself, flushing in embarrassment and glaring at Scott’s resulting smirk.

“Guess you aren’t one of those flying fish, huh,” he teased.

“Just give me the slimeball back!” Jimmy demanded. Scott laughed, and it felt like flowers blooming in Jimmy’s chest.

“You get so fussed over the littlest of things,” he said, still laughing. Jimmy got the feeling that he should have been angry at Scott’s teasing, he was making fun of him, after all! But instead, Jimmy couldn’t help but smile back. To Jimmy’s surprise, Scott seemed startled by that, eyes going wide and a half gasp, half laugh escaping his lips.

“Sometimes you gotta appreciate the little things in life! You miss those things when you fly above everything and live up and away from the world in the mountains,” Jimmy pointed out with a laugh. Scott pondered this, slowly floating back to the ground as he did so. Jimmy tilted his head to the side in confusion, coming to a landing beside him. Scott was staring at the slimeball in his hands with a mix of wonder and bafflement. Shaking his head, Scott reached out for Jimmy’s hand and pressed the slimeball into it, both hands clasping over Jimmy’s hand for a moment. Jimmy’s hand felt fever-warm at Scott’s touch, and his heart hammered in his chest.

“You can have this back. Sorry,” Scott said, quickly withdrawing his hands. Jimmy felt horrible instantly, he clearly struck a nerve with what he said. Before Scott got a chance to leave, Jimmy quickly grabbed his hands, giving the slimeball back.

“Keep it, I’ve got plenty. You- you should enjoy the little things in life too,” Jimmy said softly. Scott’s face tinged pink, all the way up to the tips of his ears.

“I- whatever,” Scott scoffed, trying to bring it back to their teasing back and forth from before, but failing miserably. Before Jimmy had a chance to reply, Scott drew his hands back, holding the slimeball close to his chest and taking off into the sky. This time around, Jimmy didn’t bother chasing after him. He was a little too busy wondering what on earth had just happened. One moment Jimmy was irritated by Scott’s presence, and the next his heart felt all fluttery and he willingly gave him a commodity from his empire. What was happening to him?! Jimmy had a sneaking suspicion… but he had to talk to Lizzie or Joel first. He just had to be sure.

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Jimmy flew to Lizzie’s empire, spotting her and Joel sitting together on one of her giant lilypads. They both looked at him with concern when he landed in front of them, out of breath. Lizzie was the first to jump to her feet, hands reaching out towards him and searching for any injuries. Joel followed after her and hovered at her side, looking unsure of what to do.

“What happened?! Are you hurt, were you attacked?!” Lizzie demanded, and Joel’s eyes shot to the skies as he put a hand on the hilt of his sword. Jimmy laughed, shaking his head.

“Guys, I’m fine! See, look! I’m all good. Just had to see you,” Jimmy said, holding his arms out to show that he was, in fact, uninjured. Lizzie and Joel breathed out a simultaneous sigh of relief.

“Oh thank goodness. Usually when you fly to one of us in a panic, you’re hurt or being chased, or something’s seriously wrong,” Joel said, the tension draining from his shoulders and hand dropping from the hilt of his sword. Jimmy’s smile turned sheepish.

“Well… something… might be wrong. But there’s something I’ve gotta ask you guys first,” Jimmy replied nervously. Lizzie and Joel exchanged confused glances. Lizzie stepped closer, putting a comforting hand on Jimmy’s shoulder.

“Of course, you can ask us anything,” she said softly. Jimmy took a deep breath, working up the nerve to say it.

“How did you know you were in love?” he asked timidly. Lizzie blinked in surprise, and Joel raised an eyebrow.

“Is this about Scott?” Joel asked. Jimmy’s face flushed in embarrassment.

“Please just answer the question,” he muttered. Thankfully, Joel didn’t seem to be in a teasing mood, and neither did Lizzie.

“For me it was her smile. Gave me butterflies the first time I saw it,” Joel said, unabashedly gazing at Lizzie. She giggled, and Joel’s fond expression increased tenfold.

“Butterflies?” Jimmy asked, a bit confused by the turn of phrase.

“You know, when your stomach gets all squirmy, but not in a bad way? Like a bunch of butterfly wings flapping inside you,” Joel explained, and Jimmy was hit with a sudden burst of clarity. Something in his expression must have shown it, because Lizzie gave his shoulder a comforting squeeze.

“You’re telling me that’s what love feels like? It’s that just… all the time?” Jimmy asked, his voice a little hollow with disbelief. At himself mostly, for not realizing it sooner. To be fair, he didn’t feel those sorts of feelings often. In fact, he felt it almost exclusively with Scott. So to realize this whole time what he had really been feeling wasn’t just hatred or irritation… he felt a little silly.

“Well, it’s not always like that, sometimes being around someone you love just makes you feel warm and cozy,” Lizzie added.

“Well… but I feel warm and cozy all the time with you guys!” Jimmy protested, still trying to deny that feeling just a little bit longer. Lizzie smiled, patient and understanding.

“Yes, but with this… hypothetical someone, it’s different, isn’t it,” she gently prodded. Jimmy finally gave in. It was different with Scott, and that honestly terrified him. He’d never felt this way about anyone, ever.

“Oh my god, I like him,” Jimmy breathed.

“About time you figured it out,” Joel muttered. Lizzie moved her hand from Jimmy’s shoulder to swat Joel’s arm. Jimmy was too busy having a bit of an existential crisis to really care.

“Oh my god I really like him. This whole time- but Scott hates me, what on earth am I supposed to- but he seemed kind of nice today…” Jimmy trailed off, beginning to pace back and forth. Lizzie gasped in excitement, rushing over to stand in front of Jimmy and grabbing his shoulders.

“You saw him today?! Tell. Me. Everything!” she demanded. Jimmy let out a sheepish laugh.

“Nothing really happened! He stole a slimeball from me, I chased him a bit in the sky- and oh god he was gorgeous in the sunlight- and then I said something to make him sad and let him keep the slimeball anyway. I- wow I really didn’t like seeing him sad,” Jimmy rambled, a disbelieving smile growing across his face. Joel made a mock-disgusted face.

“I think I liked it better when Jimmy was in denial, he’s getting all mushy now,” he teased. Lizzie rolled her eyes.

“Don’t listen to him, being mushy is a good look on you,” she insisted, getting a laugh out of Jimmy.

“I’m glad you think so, but maybe Joel is right. Cause now all I can think about is how Scott definitely doesn’t feel the same way,” Jimmy said with a sigh. A determined look came across Lizzie’s face, and distantly Jimmy was a little terrified.

“Oh no, you’ve activated her plotting look,” Joel said with the same distant terror that Jimmy was feeling.

“The ball is the perfect time to change Scott’s mind and show him that you are a catch, you’ve said so yourself,” Lizzie explained with a grin.

“Oh no, that is not happening, I just want the ball to be something fun, I don’t wanna make a scene,” Jimmy protested, but it came out a little weak.

“Us? Make a scene? Never. I was just thinking that we make sure to get you a snazzy outfit!” Lizzie said, and while Jimmy didn’t trust her for a second, he could concede that Lizzie had a better sense of style than he did.

“Oh, alright. As long as it’s just that,” Jimmy said firmly.

“Of course!” Lizzie said, far too innocently. Jimmy just chuckled and shook his head.

“And we should probably do something fancier than the cod head,” Joel added. Jimmy sighed, putting a hand over the cod head.

“Yeah, yeah, Katherine mentioned that too,” Jimmy said with a pout.

“Don’t worry, you’re in good hands!” Lizzie chirped, releasing Jimmy’s shoulders to instead grab his arm and pull him to where she and Joel had been sitting, rambling about outfit ideas all the while. Jimmy couldn’t help but smile and be a tiny bit hopeful. Maybe wearing something nice would catch Scott’s eye… but then what? Happily ever after? Was that how love even worked? Whatever the case, he was sure Lizzie would have a plan for that too. And maybe the ball could be the start of something beautiful.

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Prompt List #2

Welcome to my biggest prompt list ever

if you wanna request something from this list, just use the character and ‘ prompt 34 from prompt list #2′ thank u!

Theres like 200 so be wary

Angst

“I love you ! Is that what you wanted to hear ?”

“I love him/her, and I know that I shouldn’t.”

“Can you just shut your mouth ?”

“wHY DO YOU KEEP LYING TO ME ?”

“We both know that I should walk away, but I can’t.”

“Wait, he/she has a girlfriend/boyfriend ?"

“I lo—-” “No, please… Don’t say that. You love her/him, not me.”

"Could you just take this pain away ? It hurts, so much… Help me.”

“You’re safe here, I got you.”

“Don’t ask her out again, please… You’re killing me, every single time you ask that.”

“Look, he/she wants you, just make him/her happy.”

“If you go, I’ll know that you never loved me.”

“We never were just friends, and you know it.” “I know it, but you deserve someone better than me.”

“SHE WAS CRYING BECAUSE OF YOU!!!”

“You love me like I’m the person who actually deserves your love.” “But you are the only one who deserves it.”

“I know for a fact that you’re not “fine”.”

“You’re looking at me like.. you’re disgusted. What did I do? Just tell me what I did, please!”

“What happened between us?”

“Nothing has changed!” “Yes it has, and you know it.”

“Love isn’t supposed to hurt this badly.”

“You said you needed space. You were 5,000 miles away for a year, and you’re still unsure. I’m starting to think that an entire universe apart wouldn’t be enough space for you.”

“I remember when he/she/they used to look at me that way”

“I want you to list every lie you ever told me. Then I’ll forgive you.”

“I don’t hate you. I hate that after all of this, you’re still trying to lie to me”

“I can’t keep this secret for you anymore.”

“I’m sorry I’m not what you signed up for.”

“Why she/her/them? It could have been anybody, and you chose to betray me with her/him/them.”

“This will be the last time you lie to me.”

“You never loved me, did you?”

“You made me miserable and I still loved you.”

“Everytime something goes well, I momentarily forget how much I despise you.”

“We’re never going to have a happy ending, just remember that.”

“Don’t pretend like you’re not happy to see me like this.”

“Your mind must be a horrible place.”

“Hand me the gun and I’ll kill him myself.”

“And I thought you loved me."

" And I thought I loved you."

" Aren't you even going to cry?"

“I didn’t expect you to wait forever. I just hoped…”

“Did you always know that you were going to leave?”

“If you cry, I’ll stay, and if I stay that will just give you another reason to hate me.”

“I’m addicted and at this point I don’t think anything could make me stop.”

”If you wanna know, then ask.”

“You never asked because you knew I wouldn’t tell you what you wanted to hear.”

“We grew apart, and at this point I’m glad.”

“Find somebody else to kiss your ass.”

“When are you going to stop clawing for something that’s never going to happen?”

“What you’re doing is going to kill you one day.”

“It was easier to believe that the you I knew was dead than deal with the fact that I still have to see you every day.”

“What you’re doing is going to kill you one day.”

Fluff

51. “You’re hair is really soft after you wash it.”

52. “Ssh. Stop fussing. I’m just braiding your hair.”

53. “You smell really nice.”

54. “Would it be all right if I borrowed your sweater? It smells like you.”

55. “I might have slept with your robe when you were gone.”

56. “If you steal the blankets, I am going to put my cold feet on you.”

57. “Here, let’s share the blanket.”

58. “You’re comfy.”

59.“You are very endearing when you are half-asleep.”

60.“But I want to hear you sing.”

61.“Don’t get up - I’ll do it.”

62.“Care to give me a back scratch?”

63.“I think I love you.”

64.“Your bed head is really cute.”

65.“How about a kiss?”

66.“You made this for me?”

67.Aw, you’re blushing.”

68. Uh oh, I know that look. What do you want?”

69. “Let me help you with that.”

70. “I don’t want to forget this moment.”

71.“Are you really flirting with me right now?”

72.“I like the way your hand fits in mine.”

73.“You have something in your hair, umm… Do you want me to get it out?”

74.“It’s nice that your voice was the first thing I heard today.”

75.“This movie is really scary, but you’re into it so I’m trying not to cover my face the whole time, but- WHAT IS THAT?”

76.“Wait, don’t pull away… Not yet.”

77.“Half the time I get too embarrassed to say anything”

78.“No, it’s fine.  I can wait until you’re done talking to them.”

79.“No, like…. It’s just, I can’t believe you’re actually wearing my clothes.”

80.“You’re a big piece of inspiration for this, honestly.”

81.“I’ve been trying to get ready for like an hour and a half, because I know you’re going to look so good and I need to try and match up.”

82.“I wanted to say “I love you” for the first time without stuttering, but that failed.”

83.“My friends get so annoyed by how much I talk about how sometimes.”

84.“No, mom, don’t tell him/her I said that about him/her!”

85.“I can’t get over how a few months ago I wanted to learn your name and now you’re having breakfast with me in my sweater.”

86.“ You are so beautiful — So fucking beautiful. “

87.“And just WHERE do you think you’re putting your hands?”

88.“Wow, you look even better in the daylight.”

89.“I don’t remember ever having this many hickeys. But I don’t mind.”

90.“We could order pizza and just stay like this all day.”

91.“It was always you.”

92.I love you in every possible way.”

93.“I didn’t mean to love you so much.”

94.“Don’t you hurt a single hair on his/her/their head.”

95.“Duck, you idiot!”

96.“Hey. Pal. I’ve got a wand and I’m not afraid to use it.”

97.“Shh, you’re safe. I won’t let you go.”

98.“It’s not a double date. We’re just third and fourth wheeling.”

99.“Look, I know we don’t know each other that well, but I’m still worried about you. No one deserves to be alone.”

100.“I remember practicing how to ask you out in the mirror..”

Sarcasm

101.“Define normal.” 

102.“Do I get bonus points if I act like I care?” 

103.“Just remember if we get caught, you’re deaf and I don’t speak English.” 

104.“Don’t look for any redeeming qualities. I don’t have any.” 

105.“It’s amazing how fast the world can go from bad to total shit storm.”

106.“I love you. You enormously stubborn pain in the ass.” 

107.“And you wonder why you’re still single.”

108.“Remind me to kill you. Please.” 

109.“That’s a little melodramatic, don’t you think?”

110.“She’s crazy. And just when you think you’ve reached the bottom of her craziness, there’s a crazy underground garage.” 

111.“She may seem like lollipops and rainbows but I bet behind close doors she’s latex and whips.”

112.“If my day gets any worse, I’m asking hell if they’re having an exchange program.” 

113.“Sorry. I don’t speak skank.” 

114.“My middle finger salutes you.” 

115.“I don’t have enough middle fingers to let you know how I feel.” 

116.Somebody’s cranky.” “Somebody needs to shut up.” 

117.“Oh darling. Go buy a brain.” 

118.“Frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn.” 

119.“All due respect, but that’s a bunch of crap.” 

120.“I am one of the few people in the world who can murder you and leave no forensic evidence behind.”

121.“Excuse me. I have to go make a scene.” 

122.“What did I tell you about calling her/him the devil?” “That it’s offensive to the devil?” 

123.“I heard that!” “You were supposed to!” 

124.“I need therapy after this.” 

125.“You didn’t get in trouble for lying. You got in trouble for lying badly.” 

126.“I turned out liking you a lot more that I originally planned.” 

127.“I think you’re weird.” “I think you’re boring.” 

128.“I’m afraid I’ve been thinking…” “A dangerous pastime.”

129.“Wow, there’s a big surprise. I think I’m going to have a heart attack and die from surprise.” 

130.“I’m gonna hit you so hard, it’ll make you ancestors dizzy.” 

131.“Sarcasm is the body’s natural reaction to stupidity.” 

132.“Well, excuse me, psychic wonder!” 

133.“Don’t look in her eyes, she might steal your soul.” 

134.“She’s hot, but she’s evil.” 

135.“Do I regret it? Yes. Would I do it again? Probably.” 

136.“I already know that I’m going to hell. At this point it’s really go big or go home.” 

137.“I’m not a damsel in distress. I’m a damsel doing damage.” 

138.“So stick that in your juice box and suck it.” 

139.“Never take life seriously. No one ever comes out alive anyway.” 

140.“Sometimes I question my sanity. Occasionally it replies.”

141.“Why should we date?” “Because we are attracted to each other.” “I am attracted to pie, but I do not feel the need to date pie.” 

142.“Neither one us is drunk enough for this conversation.” 

143.“You’re questioning my methods.” “I’m not questioning it, I’m saying it’s stupid.” 

144.“Wow, somebody needs a Happy Meal.” 

145.“I didn’t do it!” “Then why are you laughing?” “Because whoever did it is a freaking genius.” 

146.“Idiots. I’m surrounded by idiots.” 

147.“You couldn’t handle me even if I came with instructions.

148.“Obviously you have mistaken me for somebody who gives a shit.” 

149.“Rule number one: don’t bother sucking up. I already hate you, that’s not going to change.” 

150.“You make no sense to me.” “Welcome to my life.” 

Drama

151.“Can you stop thinking about yourself for once?”

152.“Can you stop thinking about yourself for once?” 

153.“Don’t think I forgot about what you did last time.”

154.“I know you lied to me.”

155.“I’m not even sorry.”

156.“You backstabber!” 157.“I never want to see you again.” 158.“You never mattered to me.”

159.“I knew this was a bad idea.”

160.“Rot in hell.”

161.“It was supposed to be a secret!”

162.“No one loves me.” 163.“He/she/they is/are so petty…” 164.“You made me cry.” 165.“I don’t know who you are anymore.” 166.“How DARE you?!” 167.“I know you’re not talking to me…” 168.“I SAW you with him/her/them!”

169.“Just leave me alone.”

170.“What did you do?!” 171.“I told everyone that I didn’t want to talk but I’m actually dying for attention.”

172. “Just admit that was extra…”

173.“I forgive, but I don’t forget.” 174.“Did you see what he/she/they was/were wearing?” 175.“So what if I had sex with your ex?” 176.“There’s something I have to tell you…” 177.“I can’t do this anymore.” 178.“You weren’t there for me when I needed you the most.” 179.“I never loved you.” 180.“It’s too late.”

181.“Quit ignoring me.”

182. “Don’t you get it? It’s because I love you!”

183.“I love you. I’m sorry.”

184.“I don’t want to be friends.”

185.“Can we please pretend I never said that?”

186.“Friendzoned again.”

187.“You should’ve loved me when you had the chance.”

188.“Fuck you for toying with my emotions like that.”

189.“I was there for you when no one else was!”

190.“Alright – I can tell a ‘no’ when I hear it.”

191.“I’m sorry I acted so creepy.”

192.“Fuck. It’s like what they say – nice guys finish last…”

193.“I’m tired of keeping this secret. Even if you don’t love me back.”

194. “I knew that’d be your answer. That’s why I never told you before.”

195.“When I said I loved you, I meant it.”

196.“Is there any part of you, deep down, that might love me back?”

197.“You were the one that left all those notes for me?”

198.“You’re in a relationship with another person – you know this can’t end well.”

199.“We agreed this was just physical!”

200.“I love you. I know you don’t love me, so don’t say it back.”

Ahhh im sorry that was so long, but if you read all the way to here, your a real one.

Again i write for all Hp characters! Feel free to use these prompts as ur own

[iwishtobeastorm]

Cyar’ika - Chapter 2

Gladiator!Din Djarin/Female!Reader

A/N: Hey! I’m sorry for the spam but I’m gonna post all the chapters I’ve posted on AO3 so far today (I initially didn’t want to publish it on Tumblr at all but I changed my mind hehe). Hope you’ll enjoy it! Let me know! 

Warnings: sexual assault, mentions of blood and injuries 

Masterlist | Chapter 3

You guessed it right.

Nete truly wasn't happy about you becoming Din's caretaker, but according to Lea's words, she's more pissed because Din asked for you personally than because of anything else. It made your cheeks so hot, you thought your head might explode.

Ever since that afternoon you thought about the gladiator night and day, the dark-haired man with amber eyes and tanned skin invaded your every dream, making you feel more excited for bed than you've ever felt before. Unfortunately for you, you were now stripped of the privilege to bring him his food or clean up his quarters, since you were tasked with taking care of his wounds and bathing him and Nete was the one to do the rest now. You'd lie if you said you didn't envy her partly, but it's not like you could do anything about it anyways. It's not in your powers.

So you worked as you usually did, quietly and invisibly, trying to mind your business, while occupying your every thought with him as if that could make your miserable life any better. But it did.

You couldn't understand it. You've never felt something like this towards anyone before, this breathtaking fascination, this yearning, this need. The only person who you relied on to take you out of your head for more than five minutes was Boba, but even he didn't make it easy for you.

"I've heard our famous Mandalorian asked for your services," he states instead of greetings just as you enter his quarters in the morning and put his meal on the small marble table underneath the large window, the curtains swirling around your body because of the warm breeze. He's laying on the small divan bed, half-naked, Yara curled to his side, apparently still asleep. It's early after all and unlike you, she can sleep in, thanks to Boba.

"Uh- yes. He wants me to take care of his wounds from now on," you murmur, meeting him with your eyes shyly. A playful smirk is playing on his face as he watches you.

"I bet that's not his real intention," he says, making your brows furrow a bit at the implication.

"He's- he's not like that, sir," you defend, and Boba chuckles, which makes Yara stir in her sleep slightly, but she just nuzzles closer to the fighter, not waking up fully. The small smile that he gives her makes your heart ache. Would Din ever look at you this way? You shake the thought away.

"I think he is. He's an honorable man, there's no arguing about that, but I think you enchanted him, sweet girl," he muses, his voice much quieter now, undoubtedly because of Yara. His statement makes your cheeks warm. Could it be true?

"I just don't want anyone to hurt you. You know what I told you," he says, looking into your eyes, his expression now completely serious.

"That I should tell you whenever someone does something I don't like to me and you'll make them pay," you respond, trying to repeat it exactly as he said it a few months ago. His care for you always makes you soft.

"Exactly. And that applies for him as well," he states and you nod shortly, not really feeling like arguing with him about Din. You shouldn't talk back to him at all in the first place, but you know that things are just different with him, maybe similar to what is it like with Din. Freer than anything else here.

You know that Din's big day is coming. Karga decided that his wounds are healed enough after sending his personal healer there to check on your work and so he'll be back in the arena in about two days. They brought some new gladiators here, boys not much older than you, that Karga bought from the arena at Tatooine. Lea told you they are pretty harsh and that they apparently went through hell at their last destination. You also got to know that some of them will face Din and Boba in the following days to entertain the citizens of Coruscant once more. That sends your mind into some kind of panic mode and ever since you got to know all of that information, you're even less focused on presence than before, your heart fighting with all your worries. You weren't falling asleep crying since your mother died but now it became part of your routine. You couldn't do it through the day so you had to let your thoughts eat you alive from the inside until you could let it all out in the darkness of the bedroom, where you all slept, weeping into the poor excuse for a blanket until you fell asleep almost every night.

The thoughts are haunting you nonetheless, even in your dreams, wrapping around you like snakes, suffocating you. What if they hurt him? What if- what if they kill him? No, they can't do that. He's one of the best gladiators in the galaxy. But Lea said those boys are harsh. What if they are better than Din?

You're so wrapped up in your head, that you don't even notice it at first when someone touches your back. You're just heading to Cobb Vanth's quarters to clean it up a bit, while he's training just like Cara ordered you to do. You'd probably ignore it completely, if their hand didn't slide from your back to your bum, pinching your flesh, making you finally snap out of your head, facing the man. You're met with a stranger's face and you realize it's one of the newcomers, smirking at you while saying something in a language you don't recognize.

"Excuse me," you escape his hold, pushing down the disgust and anxiety, that roar in your chest like the ocean. It's not the first time someone did this to you and you know they usually let you be now. But he doesn't seem to be willing to give up, grasping your waist and pressing you against the wall, your cheek colliding with the harsh, cold stone, which makes you actually begin to panic.

"Where are you going, pretty girl?" He speaks in basic this time, his body flush with yours, caging you so you are unable to escape, your heart beating rapidly in your chest, your breathing getting wild as you're trying to fight against his hold. He's so strong and tall, his body trained from all those fights and so it's obvious a girl like you is nothing he wouldn't be able to handle.

"Please, please, let me go, sir," you feel tears stinging in your eyes, because you know there's actually no chance for you to get out of this situation without him letting you go. You're trapped and helpless. Whole to his mercy.

"I sure like it when you call me that," he states, nudging your hairline with his nose, his scent making you want to puke and you let out a distressed whine, trying to push against the wall but he doesn't even budge.

"Please," you begin to beg as you feel his hands climbing up from your waist to your breasts, your breathing turning ragged, your throat tightening as you fight against him helplessly.

you are desperate, pleading with him, while his hands run over your body, tears rolling down your cheeks.

You pray to Gods to help you, but no one seems to be coming to your rescue. At least that's what you think until suddenly you are freed of the man's grasp, the lack of his touch on your body followed by grunts. You turn your head slightly just to see another man beating your assaulter until the body of the newcomer hits the ground, crawling away from your savior, blood streaming down his face. He quickly manages to get to his feet and he limps away, while the second man yells something at him in a foreign language.

You recognize the voice, the language, and most importantly the man standing just a few feet away from you, breathing heavily. Your stiff body immediately relaxes at the sight of him, all the fear and nausea that captured you are now slowly dissipating, all thanks to him.

"Din," you breathe out and you want to turn to him fully, but you find yourself shaking so hard, that leaning against the wall might really be the best option for you now.

He faces you the second his ears pick up your voice, his expression changes from the one ruled by anger to something softer, something full of worry and care that pulls at your heart violently.

"Cyar'ika," he blurts out as he gently touches your arm, not wanting to scare you but also yearning to take you into his arms and comfort you. You do that instead, forcing your legs to move and you crash into his embrace, wrapping your arms around his torso while hiding your face in the crook of his neck, loud sobs now leaving your chest as you begin to finally pick up on what actually happened. He pulls you impossibly close, his arms enveloping your chest as his hand cradles the back of your head, holding you as if you were a child.

"It's okay, mesh'la. I'm here. Nothing's gonna happen to you, I promise. It's okay now," he repeats, again and again, whispering it into your hair until you stop crying, but your grip on him stays as tight as before.

You are afraid to ever let go of him again, afraid of what might happen then. What if someone attacks you again and Din won't be there to save you? No, you won't let him leave you ever again. Especially when he's about to fight one of those boys tomorrow. No, you'll keep him like this to assure you're both safe.

"Are you okay?" He repeats his question once he's sure you're able to answer.

"I- I am now," you murmur against the skin of his neck. His brisk scent is so calming you never want to smell anything else.

"Did he hurt you?" He asks, stroking your hair with his calloused fingers, making your body finally fully melt against his.

"N-no. Not really," you respond, knowing well you might have a bruise on your cheek tomorrow from the collision with the wall, but your soul might be wounded for much much longer, which makes you tear up again.

"I won't let that happen ever again, I swear, cyar'ika," he states, his voice strong and full of fury, which makes you press yourself even tighter against him.

"Okay," you whisper, sniffing.

Much to your own displeasure, Din pulls away a bit, his eyes meeting yours for the first time in a while. He cups your face with both hands, wiping away the tears that still wet your cheeks while searching your eyes for any sign of anguish. You feel so safe like this when he holds you like you are fragile, like you are special, like he's afraid to let you go just as much as you are.

"I'll kill him tomorrow. I'll kill him for you," Din states, clenching his jaw and you see something wild, something feral in his brown orbs, their color now darker than ever.

You maybe should be scared of him like this, but you aren't. You know that all this rage isn't aimed against you, it's aimed against the man that dared to touch you, to hurt you. Din's not here to ever harm one hair on your head, he's here to keep you safe, always. That's what his gaze actually means and that gives you comfort.

"Thank you for protecting me," you murmur, wrapping your fingers around his strong wrists, your fluttering heart finally calming down at least a bit. His lips turn upwards slightly, his features softening once again.

"Always, mesh'la," he confirms and you can't help but smile a bit, your eyes focused on him, unable to look away. Nothing else matters, just him.

"Please, be careful tomorrow," you blurt out, your cheeks picking up heat as you squeeze on his arms just a bit tighter.

"I will. But I might let them cut me just a bit so I can see you again," he states, smiling now and you let out a huff, not able to think about much except for the small dimples on his cheeks and the wrinkles around his pretty eyes, about how unbelievably handsome he looks when he's smiling. You'll keep him that way, you decide.

"But not too much," you whisper and he chuckles, nodding.

You stay like this for a moment, just gazing into each other's eyes and enjoying each other's presence, because you both know you won't get much of that in near future, if ever again after tomorrow. Just the thought alone makes your chest feel too tight.

"I- I'm afraid I have to go," your mind finally steps in, reminding you of your duties. If you get to Cobb's quarters late, you'll be punished and you certainly don't want that.

"I understand," he states, pulling away fully now, your bodies parting completely, which makes you hurt inside.

"Promise to see me tomorrow," you look into his eyes, already worrying about his safety, about the fight, about him again. He apparently spots your inner turmoil as he takes your hands into his once more, squeezing softly.

"I promise."

When you wake up in the morning, Lea is shaking your shoulder wildly, startling you. You sit up with a quiet groan, rubbing your eyes.

"It's harder and harder to wake you up," she states, smirking as she settles on her mattress to braid her hair. You notice Nete and Zina are already gone, probably bringing breakfast to all the gladiators who'll fight in the arena today. Your heart squeezes when you think of Din.

"You still didn't tell me what happened at the hallway yesterday," Lea states, turning to you just partly as she sits about four feet away from you, too occupied with her beautiful curly hair, darker than the night, but of course, she's up for getting more information out of you. It makes you almost smile. Almost.

"One of the newcomers- eh- he grabbed me and I think- I think he wanted to hurt me but Din he- Mando stopped him," you decide to not go into detail. You really like Lea, she's fun and sweet and she always makes your work better just with her presence, but she likes to gossip too much for your liking and you definitely don't want the whole arena to know about what happened between you and Din. Just the thought of how he held you tight against his chest makes you weak every time you remind yourself of it. You fell asleep with a smile on your face thanks to it yesterday after all.

"I'm sorry for what happened, darling. Do you feel okay?" Lea looks at you with those big brown eyes of hers, her features curved by worry.

"Y-yes, thank you for asking," you murmur, raising from the mattress and making your bed before you follow Lea's lead and take care of your hair. You try to braid them better than you usually do since there's a good chance you'll meet Din today.

"You and Mando became quite close, huh?" Lea looks at you and you just hum as an answer, not really sure how to even respond to that. Things like this happen here sometimes, I mean relationships between slaves and gladiators, but your case seems just so different from all those you've seen so far.

"You're really not gonna tell me anything?" Lea pouts at you and you chuckle, finishing your hair.

"There's not much to talk about," you smile at her and she groans out, disappointed.

Your chatting is interrupted by the arrival of Cara. She's Karga's second in command and she's practically your boss. While Karga takes care of all the business involving gladiators, Cara takes care of everything involving their slaves and staff. She's strict but not insensitive and she might be one of few people who actually treat you like a human being. All she cares about is getting the job done. If you work well, she's not complicating your life.

"You two are still here? You should be already in the kitchen, Dona needs help," she says, apparently annoyed, eyeing both you and Lea.

"Sorry, Miss Dune," you excuse you both before you slip past her to the hallway, followed by Lea.

"Hey, eh- Y/n," Cara stops you, making you turn to her.

"After you're done with the work in the kitchen, you should clean up Mando's room and prepare everything for later," she says and you nod.

"Of course, Miss Dune," you look down, bowing a bit before you quickly catch up on Lea, knowing that you shouldn't linger around when she sent you to the kitchen.

You feel glad to be chosen to take care of Din's quarters, while he'll be fighting. You can be close to him at least that way. You hate to think about him in the arena, fighting for his life with those Tatooine boys just to entertain all those rich people who pay for it. You hate to picture him in such danger. He promised you two will meet again today and that's honestly the only thing you can clutch to until he'll be standing in front of you once more. But you have to make this all work, you have to be patient and calm and pray to the Gods for his life. And so you do.

You just get to his quarters, done with cooking meals with Dona and Lea, when you hear the loud cheering and the rhythmic drumming for the first time. That means the games are on. That means Din is already there.

You feel lightheaded and so you lean against one of the marble columns. You know that Din is a good fighter and you know he'll probably win, but that doesn't comfort you at all. You've sat by a deathbed of too many good fighters to believe in someone's skills more than in coincidence and fate.

So as you move around the rooms, bringing clean sheets and flowers and freshwater to his refresher, you keep repeating all the prayers you know under your breath, thinking of Din. You can still hear the people cheering here and there, the sound of it being carried through the whole city. It always means someone is winning.

It makes you shiver. You've never understood the bloodlust of those people. How can they pay to see men kill each other, how can they relish in deciding who lives and who dies? If they paid for something useful, where would you be now?

But they are too greedy to think about anything else than themselves - all those consuls, senators, and wealthy citizens - all they care about is their own entertainment and living life to its fullest. Not about poverty, famine, or the lives of their slaves. That would mean they'd have to acknowledge all of those problems first and that would burst their precious bubbles. And so you are all stuck in here without any chance of getting out. At least not alive.

When you finally prepare the room for Din, you feel even more nervous than before.

How long could it be? Shouldn't he be done already?

You realize you actually don't really know how long the games take. You've never had reason to actually care. Of course, you became worried about Boba with time, but Yara always takes care of him after the games, never you and so you have no idea how it works. When will you know if Din's okay?

Your brooding is interrupted by a knock on the door. You straighten up, your eyes instinctively meeting the ground since you don't know who it is. You hear the creaking of the door opening and then closing, silence following. You slowly raise your head to find out who it is just to be met with Nete. She's tall with long ginger hair and blue eyes, that are now watching you sternly. She's holding clean tunics and a bottle of bath salt.

"What are you doing here?" She hisses at you, stopping in the middle of the room.

"Miss Dune sent me here to prepare the quarters for Mando," you respond, tugging on your robe just to do something, the atmosphere too heavy for your liking.

"That's my job. Or do you want to take that away from me too?" She asks, her voice pure venom, crossing the room to get to the closet and put the tunics there.

"Nete I- I'm sorry. I didn't mean to take it away from you. Din asked me to become his caretaker and I- I really apologize," you look into her eyes to emphasize you mean your words, but you are met with anger.

"Din? Din! He lets you call him that?" She fumes and you feel like disappearing, uncomfortable with the whole situation.

"Nete I-," you want to approach her but she stops you by the sharp gesture of her hand.

"Don't! You- you'll pay for what you did," she looks into your eyes, hers, which are usually like a warm calm ocean, are now burning with rage and hurt. She throws the bottle with bath salt your way and you barely manage to catch it, before she storms out of the room, shutting the door behind her. You stay frozen to the ground, the bottle in your hands, paralyzed by her reaction.

You are afraid of her threat, knowing she's able to make your life into a living hell if she wanted. Anyone can, actually, but the fire you saw in Nete's eyes convinces you, that you might really regret your actions in the future. That means you'll have to be even more careful than before.

When you manage to snap out of whatever she sent on you, you head slowly to the refresher to put the bottle in there, determined to leave before someone finds you loitering here. If Cara caught you just waiting about, she wouldn't be happy for sure.

You close the cabinet when you hear the door opening again, muffled voices reaching you from the other room. You hurry out of the refresher, your heart beating wildly in your chest, confusion capturing you.

The first thing you see is a small group of men. The second is Din, being dragged by the said men, apparently unconscious and covered in blood.

And your world just swirls.

[albertasunrise]

It's Yours - Chapter 9

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8

Summary: You and Javier have been sleeping together for almost two years but after his name was leaked by the papers, he is sent home for investigation. You remain behind with Steve to catch Escobar but when he’s finally dead, you decide to go after the man you’ve fallen for. You don’t like what you find when you finally reunite with him.

Warnings: Fluff, Childbirth.

Relationships: Javier Peña x Reader

~

You were in the last month or so of your pregnancy and you were miserable. The Peña men had you refined to your bed or the couch and you were grateful. Your ankles were swollen, your back was killing you and the babies weren’t giving you a minutes rest. With bed rest though came loneliness and with loneliness came overthinking and you were starting to overthink everything. So when Javi had told you that Connie had offered to come out and stay until the babies had arrived you were over the moon.

Today was the day she was arriving and you couldn’t wait. Javier had been busy getting the house ready for the babies. The nursery had been decorated, toy army arranged and furniture had been built. So now his days were spent getting the other house ready for his dad. Chucho was there to wait on you hand and foot when he could but he still had a ranch to run so you spent most of your days alone. Javier had driven to collect the Murphy’s from the airport. Steve was coming down for a few days before heading back to Miami but Connie and Olivia were going to be with you for at least the next month.

It was a little afternoon when they arrived.

You were settled on the couch watching a nature documentary when the door swung open and two golden heads came into view. Connie almost threw herself at you, arms circling your shoulders as she squeezed you tightly.

“You’re so big now.” She squealed as she cooed over your bump.

“I’m a whale.” You sighed, pushing yourself up a little so you could see everyone better.

“You are glowing Mi Amor.” Gushed Javier and you rolled your eyes at him.

“You have to say that Peña.” You grumbled, “You’re the one who got me into this mess.”

“She’s got a point dude.” Conceded Steve, flinching when Javier punches his arm "Mind Olivia." He moaned before the toddle slapped his cheek with her little hand.

"Seems like Livie agrees with me." Chuckled the agent.

Pushing yourself to your feet, you rolled your eyes when Javier leapt to your side and grabbed your arms in order to support you as you waddled along.

“I can walk Javier.” You snapped, sighing when you saw hurt flash across his face “Sorry baby. I’m just a little fed up. Not sure if I can go another month.”

“You know it's common for twins to come early?” Stated Connie and you nodded, rubbing your aching belly as you tottered towards the kitchen.

“Yeah the Doctor did tell us and I’m praying they do. I’m getting impatient now.” You chuckled, pulling out a bottle of water from the fridge before plonking yourself down on one of the kitchen chairs, already exhausted from your short walk.

“You’re doing so well baby.” Said Javier lovingly as he placed a sweet kiss on your forehead “So proud of you, growing out little angels.”

~

Connie, Steve and Olivia were such a welcome distraction.

Steve helped Javier get the guesthouse finished and then had helped Chucho officially move in.

Connie took excellent care of you whilst Olivia and you played. She was fascinated by your bump and how it moved as the babies wriggled around inside. She loved to lay her little head on it, chuckling when she'd get nudged by a foot.

"You like that Liv?" You asked as she chuckled at you, clapping in delight.

'Ye." She squealed.

She'd started to pick up words. Now able to answer yes or no questions and you felt the maternal side of you overflow with pride and each milestone she'd hit.

"Would you like a little brother or sister Liv?" You asked as Connie popped your tea beside you before taking a seat in the armchair across from you.

"YE!" She yelled and she chuckled.

"Well, there you have it Con."

"Well actually..." She started before falling silent, grinning behind her mug and your mouth dropped.

"You're not?"

"I am." She nodded excitedly and you practically screamed in excitement, Olivia mirroring your reaction.

"What... How... wh-" You paused as you processed what she'd just told you "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Well, we wanted to wait till we passed the 12-week mark before we told people. You know how we've struggled in the past and we didn't want to jinx it." You nodded in understanding, knowing they'd lost a baby a few years back.

"And so everything's okay?"

"Perfect." She said as she pulled some images from her back and passed them to you.

"This is amazing Con." You said sweetly as you gazed at the photos "I'm so happy for you both." You finished as you smiled up at your best friend.

~

It was the last day before Steve was due to return to Miami and you had suggested that the men go out for dinner and few drinks. You were hoping for a relaxed evening, just you and Connie but you could tell that Javier wasn’t sure about leaving you.

“Are you sure you’re going to be okay?” He asked, his big brown eyes making your stomach flip.

“Baby. We’ll be fine.” You chuckled “I’m in great hands here anyway!”

“Come on, you boys go have fun. Might be your last chance before the babies arrive.” Said Connie, giving his arm a friendly squeeze.

“You’ll call if you need anything?”

“Yes!”

“And you’ll take it easy?”

“Yes, Javier.” You groan.

“She won’t lift a finger for herself.” Stated Connie “Unless she needs the bathroom. There's a line.” She chuckled, eliciting a laugh from both you and Javi.

“Fine.” He said, finally giving in “You girls have fun.”

Little did you know that everything was about to change.

~

The first contraction was so mild you barely noticed it. Rubbing your belly, you groaned as you shifted in your seat in an attempt to get comfortable but as the evening went on they became more intense. You’d been warned that you might experience false contractions or Braxton Hicks so you’d decided to ignore them, convinced that they would pass.

It was around 6 when you realised that they weren’t.

“Con.”

“Hmmm.”

“I think I’m in labour.”

...

“I really appreciate you and Con coming out here.” Said Javier as he gave his friend a genuine smile “The Mrs has been really struggling the last few months so I know that she really appreciates Connie being here for the last leg of this. I honestly have no idea what I’m doing. Even Olivia's doing a better job of keeping her happy.” He chuckled as he glanced at his pops “Seems like everything I do is wrong.”

“She’s growing two people inside of her Mijo.” Piped up Chucho, giving his son’s arm a friendly squeeze “She’s entitled to be snappy.”

...

“Your contractions are close together hun.” Stated Connie, holding your hand as another one ripped through you “How close is the nearest hospital?"

“47 minutes.” You panted “Timed… drive.”

“Right well I don’t think the you’re gonna last to the hospital hun.” She stated, “Do you know where the boys went?”

“NO.” You screamed, tears streaming down your flushed cheeks as you tried to breathe the pain.

She sprinted to the bedroom and grabbed a few pillows before making a b-line for the bathroom and grabbing some towels. bringing them to you in the lounge and arranging them so she could make you as comfortable as possible. Next, she grabbed the washing up bowl from under the sink and filled it with some warm water, knowing she’d need it to clean up the babies when they arrived.

“Right, sweetheart I need you to trust me.” She started as she pulled down your leggings and underwear “We’re going to have to deliver the babies here. I’m going to take a look and see how dilated you are.”

“SI.” You screamed and she looked at you in confusion.

“Odd time to scream for your ex.” She said before returning her attention to the job at hand.

“No… Call him… He could tell us where Javi is.” You panted out and she nodded in understanding, flicking through the phonebook beside the phone and dialling in the bar's number.

Silently grateful that Olivia's a heavy sleeper.

...

“Wonder what the girls are up to.” Said Steve as he took a swig of his beer.

“Probably watching crappy tv and gushing over all the baby clothes I spent a fortune on the other day.” Chuckled Javier “Si, reckon we can get another?”

“Sure thing.” Said the man as he grabbed two more beers “Another soda Chucho?”

“I think I’m good.” Said the older man “Will be bouncing off the walls.”

“Now that I’d like to see.” Chuckled the bartender as he walked over to the ringing phone and answering it, smile falling as he flicked his head towards Javier.

“What is it?”

“You need to go home.” He stated and Javier immediately started to panic.

“What's going on?” Asked Steve, pulling his eyes from the game on the screen and noting the now tense atmosphere.

“She’s in labour.”

~

‘Where is he?” You sobbed, contractions now so much closer together.

“They’ll be here soon sweetie. I just need you to breathe for me okay?” She instructed and you tried your best to do as she asked “I’ve called an ambulance too but hun…” She paused, glancing down before locking your gaze again “You’re going to have to start pushing real soon.”

“No.” You sobbed, shaking your head as tears stained your shirt “No I can’t.”

“You have to.” She said, stroking your hair away from your sweat-slick brow.

“I need Javi.” You wailed “Where’s Javi!.”

“I’m here baby.” Came a familiar voice and you sobbed “I’m right here beside you Mi Amor.”

Everything around you seemed to disappear and suddenly it was just you and him. Even the pain seemed to disappear and you cried as he pulled you in for a kiss but the moment was cut short when the worst contraction yet tore through you.

“Right hun you need to push.”

“No… I can’t.” You choke on a hiccup as you shake your head.

“Baby, if you don’t push then we won’t meet our babies.” Said Javier sweetly “You can do it, mi corazón.”

Connie ordered you to push and you did. Over and over until you were left limp on the cushions she’d so carefully laid underneath you.

“One more hun.” She said and you weren’t sure you had it in you “Come on he’s almost here.”

That was what you needed to make that final push.

With one more gargantuan effort, his cries filled the air and you let out a relieved sob as you watched her hand him to Steve so he could wash him. Not even noticing Javi cutting the cord. Chucho took his from the blonde agent after he was wrapped in one of the soft blankets you'd bought and bounced him in his arms, desperate to quiet him a little.

“How are you feeling sweetheart.” Asked Connie and you looked at her with a painted expression.

“Exhausted.”

“Well, you don’t have long sweetheart.” She said sympathetically “Your baby girl is on her way.”

She wasn’t lying either. It seemed like you had no time at all to rest before your baby girl started to make her entrance. The orders to push were repeated and you did. Pulling at whatever reserves you had left to push your baby girl into the world and when you made the final one you allowed yourself to ultimately collapse bonelessly onto the makeshift bed as you watched Javi cut the cord and hand her to Steve to be cleaned.

It took a moment for it to register.

You were so tired.

There was crying, but those were your son's cries.

She wasn’t crying.

Why wasn’t she crying?

“Why isn’t she crying?” Javier asked, staring at Connie as she checked over your newborn daughter.

She said nothing. She was calm as she waited for the tiny infant to show any signs of life but after a few minutes, she started CPR. Javier held you as the two of you watched the woman work, unable to control your emotions as fat tears started to fall. Chucho stood with your son in his arms and watched the terrifying spectacle, unable to help the few tears that slipped down his cheeks.

Then you heard the most beautiful sound.

“There you go.” Said Connie as she smiled down at the screaming infant “That's in sweetheart.” She said as she placed the wriggling baby in your arms.

“Don’t scare us like that baby girl.” Said Javier as he looked down lovingly at the tiny being in your arms.

“Don’t forget this little chap.” Said Chucho as he kneeled beside you and placed your son in your other arm.

You took a moment to stare down at your two tiny tots, forehead resting against Javier’s as you basked in the moment. Your whole body was shaking with exertion. You could smell what had happened as you pushed one of your children into the world but you didn’t care. No one did.

Your babies were here.

Everything else was irrelevant.

~

One Week Later…

You and Javier sat cuddled up on the couch, you holding your son and him holding your daughter. Connie was busy helping Chucho in the kitchen, still adamant that she stay a few weeks to help. The two of you had been struggling to come up with names. Nothing seemed to fit and you'd expected to have a little more time.

The ambulance had arrived a little while after you’d delivered and you were rushed to the hospital where they kept you and the babies in overnight. They were happy to discharge you the following day though and you’d quickly settled into a routine. You were sore, struggling to sit down on any chair that you had in the house. So you had almost sobbed when Si turned up with the most beautiful rocking chair you���d ever seen.

“Mae and I bought it when she was expecting and I dunno… I could never bring myself to get rid of it.” He stated, shrugging his shoulders as he placed the chair down “It’s supposed to be really good for breastfeeding and all that. You don’t have to keep it but…'

You stopped his rambling with a kiss on his cheek.

“It’s perfect.” You said sweetly, smiling when his eyes locked onto your son in your arms “Would you like to hold him?”

His eyes grew wide as he looked up at you with childlike excitement and he nodded eagerly, carefully taking him from you and cradling him with such care. You couldn’t help but swoon at the sight. The man would always hold a place in your heart but as Javier came to stand beside you, your sleeping daughter in his arms you swooned even harder.

“We actually had something we wanted to ask you.” Piped up Javier after a few minutes, Si looking up from your son to study you both.

“Well, we wondered if maybe, you’d like to be their godfather?” You said, watching him with hopeful eyes as he processed what you'd just said.

He said nothing. The tears in his eyes was all the answer that you needed and after a few more minutes of gushing over your son, he handed you back you little boy before stealing your daughter from Javier.

“You got names for them yet?” He asked as he bounced her in his arms.

“No.’ You grumbled, “Nothing feels right.”

“Mae and I were expecting a girl,” He said as he smiled down at yours “Had a name picked out as soon as we learned the sex.”

“What was it?” You asked as you sat down on the couch.

“Layla.” He stated, “Reckon she looks like a Layla.” He said with a watery smile, bringing her forehead to his lips and placing a gentle kiss there.

You looked at Javier. Sharing a mental conversation before he turned his head to the man and placed a friendly arm around Si’s shaking shoulders.

“She really does man.” He said, gently pinching her chubby little cheek “Layla Mae Peña.”

The man looked up at Javier and let out a choked sob before looking down at the tiny little being in his arms.

“If that's okay with you?” Javier asked and Si looked at him again.

“It’s more than okay.” The man replied.

“What about Luca for the other one.” Piped up Steve and you all chuckled, the soft moment broken by his eloquence.

“The other one?” You boomed.

“That’s my son Pendejo.” Javier jested as he gave his partner a playful punch on the arm.

“Luca and Layla.” You said, testing the names on your tongue “I think we’ve found their names.” You stated as you laid a gentle kiss on Luca’s nose.

“Does kinda sound like Luke and Leia.” Pointed out Connie and you chuckled again.

“I don’t see what the issue is.” Piped up Javier and everyone chuckled.

“Course you wouldn’t.” Teased Steve “Nerd.”

"You next Con." You said as you looked at the blonde who was cradling a sleeping Olivia on her shpoulder.

"Wait what?" Said Javier, confused by your statement "You're pregnant?"

"Mhmmm." She nodded, smirking at Javier's shock.

"Why didn't you tell me." He whined as he looked at his partner in shock.