#and i was like. why is it scared. why did they make it afraid

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oooooo I love your Driver Reactions fics. Especially the crush one. I am M E L T I N G🫠🫠🫠

Any chance you could do one when you get back where they react to reader avoiding them because she has a crush on THEM? I don't know if that sentence made sense. Anyway, thanks for feeding us 😛 ❤️

You Avoiding Them

lando norris He notices IMMEDIATELY. You used to laugh at everything he said. You used to wave at him across the paddock. Now you barely make eye contact. He dies a little inside. Starts overcompensating HARD. Loud jokes. Stupid comments. Laughing too loud in your direction. “Guess she hates me now,” he says to Oscar, but then spends three hours trying to find out what he did wrong. Eventually corners you in a hallway and blurts, “Did I fuck up or are you just allergic to me now?” You stammer something incoherent and he just STARES. “Oh,” he whispers. “You like me.” Then grins like a fucking child. “Say it. Come on. SAY IT.”

oscar piastri Thinks he imagined it at first. You’re quieter. Less present. More... gone. Watches you flinch when he walks into a room and starts spiralling internally. “I must’ve done something. Did I say something weird? Did I walk weird? Oh my god, was it the cheese conversation?” Does not know how to ask without sounding insane. Eventually just goes, “Hey… have I done something wrong?” You: “No.” Him: “Because you’re acting like I give you hives and I swear I don’t—unless they’re like good hives?” You freeze. He freezes. You: “I like you.” Him: “Wait. What.” Cue the slowest, most adorable red-faced “oh my god” moment ever.

charles leclerc Heartbroken. Fully confused. Whispers, “Pourquoi…?” to himself at night. Starts replaying every interaction in his head like a dramatic indie film. Goes quiet around you. Wears sad sunglasses. Writes poetry in Notes app titled Invisible To Her. Eventually breaks and corners you behind the motorhome. “Why are you avoiding me?” You: “Because I like you.” Him: stunned silence. Then: “So you run away?” You: “Yes?” Him: laughing, panicking, blushing “That is the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.” Then cups your face and goes, “Don’t ever hide from me again.”

lewis hamilton Knows immediately. He’s perceptive. Your vibe changes. Your energy shifts. You won’t meet his eyes. You dodge every one-on-one interaction. You disappear the second he shows up. He’s confused, then curious, then cocky. “She's hiding from me,” he says to Roscoe. “That usually means something.” Eventually catches you in a quiet hallway and softly goes, “What are you afraid of?” You: “Nothing.” Him: “Liar.” Takes one step closer. Your breath stutters. His smirk widens. “You’ve got a crush on me.” You: “No I don’t.” Him: “You do. And you’re terrible at hiding it. Come here.”

max verstappen Thinks you’re mad at him. Spirals hard. Asks around. “Did I say something weird? Did I offend her?” Stalks your socials. Realises you’re still liking his posts. Gets more confused. Eventually corners you in a garage and goes, “If you hate me just say it to my face.” You: “I don’t hate you.” Max: “Then why the fuck do you run away every time I look at you?” You: whispers “Because I like you.” He stares. Blinks. Takes a step back like you slapped him. “Oh.” Goes quiet. Then: “Okay. Cool. You scared the shit out of me. Wanna go for a drive?”

yuki tsunoda Angry. “You’re ghosting me? What the fuck?” Storms into a room like an angry raccoon in Dior. Follows you around the paddock going, “You ignoring me? Seriously? After all the ramen we shared?” You: “I’m not-” Him: “You are! You won’t even look at me!” Eventually corners you and says, “I didn’t do anything, so if you’re mad, you better explain it.” You go silent. He stares. “You like me, don’t you?” You nod. He stares. “Holy shit.” Runs away screaming. Comes back five minutes later with flowers from the team hospitality.

carlos sainz His ego shatters. “Why doesn’t she look at me anymore?” Asks everyone. Multiple times. Genuinely goes to bed upset. Wears cologne more often. Gets his hair done. Starts saying random Italian phrases louder when you’re near. Finally stops you outside your trailer and goes, “I don’t know what I did, but if I hurt you, tell me.” You: “You didn’t. I just… like you.” Carlos, stunned: “That’s it? That’s why you’ve been ignoring me? Dios mío.” You: “I didn’t know how to act.” Him: “Just act normal. Like you love me. That’s what I’m doing.”

alex albon Spirals in silence. “Do I smell? Is it the hair? Did I say something too weird?” Oscar: “She likes you, idiot.” Alex: “She what now?” Starts watching you more. Realises you do flinch when he’s near. You do avoid eye contact. Internal screaming. Finally walks up and blurts, “I make you nervous, don’t I?” You: “What?” Him: “Because you like me.” You: “No I don’t.” Him: “Then why are you sweating right now?” You: “Because you’re standing very close.” Him: “Exactly.”

george russell Defo logs it like a spreadsheet error. He's all like, “Something’s different in the data.” Starts analysing your body language like telemetry. Takes it personally. Thinks you’re over him. Eventually corners you at an event and says, “Did I lose your respect?” You: “No.” Him: “Then why are you avoiding me?” You: “Because I like you, and I’m trying to not embarrass myself.” George: visibly crashes inside. “You could’ve just said that. I’ve been planning our wedding in my head for two months.”

kimi antonelli Says nothing. Watches you avoid him. Watches you panic when he walks into a room. Watches you run away. Doesn’t ask. Doesn’t text. Doesn’t force it. Just waits. Quiet. Observing. Then one day, you sit alone at lunch. He sits beside you and slides a coffee over. You: “What’s this?” Him: “You’ve been hiding from me.” You: silent Him: “So I brought you a peace offering. And I’m not leaving until you tell me why you’re scared of looking at me.” You: barely whisper “Because I like you.” He smiles, just barely. “Good. Then stop running.”

lance stroll Confused. Like literally Confused.Com... “Is she mad?” Tries to smile at you. Gets nothing. Tries to wave. You walk past. Tells Fernando, “She definitely hates me now.” Eventually gets tired of guessing and just walks straight up to you. “You’re ignoring me. That’s fine. I just want to know why.” You: “I don’t mean to—” Him: “You do.” You: sigh “I like you.” Lance: blinking “So... you’re running away from me because you like me?” You: “Yes.” Him: “Okay. Cool. I’ll chase you then.”

fernando alonso Knows exactly what you’re doing. You stop meeting his eyes. Start walking out of rooms. Laugh less. He clocks it immediately. “Ah,” he says to himself. “She’s falling.” Doesn’t confront you. Just starts turning up the heat. Touches your lower back when he passes. Says your name slower. Stares a second too long. Eventually pins you with a smirk and says, “I scare you, don’t I?” You: “No.” Him: “You do everything to avoid me. That means you want me.” You open your mouth. He raises a brow. “Don’t bother denying it. Just come here.”

liam lawson Cries. Not literally, but inside. Feels like his world collapsed because you suddenly stopped laughing at his jokes. Asks Yuki for advice. Yuki tells him to grow some balls. Tries to act normal. Fails. Eventually blurts out, “Did I make you hate me?” You: “No!” Him: “Then why do you look like you’re in pain every time I walk in?” You: sigh “Because I like you and it’s embarrassing.” Liam: frozen Liam: blushing Liam: “Holy fuck. You’re embarrassing? I cried after your Instagram story last week.”

isack hadjar Watches you act different. Smiles a little. Knows what it is. Pretends he doesn’t. Then finally traps you in conversation and goes, “So what’s the deal? Too shy to say hi now?” You shrug. He steps closer. “You used to laugh when I made eye contact. Now you leave the room.” You: “I like you, okay?” Isack: “I know.” You: “What?” Him: “I knew. I just wanted to hear you say it.”

ollie bearman Hurts his feelings. He waves. You look away. He says hi. You ignore it. He goes home and stares at the ceiling wondering why you hate him.🥺 Texts you: “did I do something???” You don’t answer. He spirals. Eventually corners you and says, “If you hate me, just say it to my face.” You whisper, “I like you.” He short-circuits. “You WHAT?” You repeat it. He turns red. Then grins so big it hurts. “Okay. Cool. Same. Also… you owe me three weeks of hugs for that emotional damage.”

esteban ocon So dramatic about it. You stop making eye contact? He writes a fucking novel in his head. “She hates me. She must hate me. Was I annoying? Am I annoying? Have I always been annoying?” Starts dressing better. Gets new sunglasses. Compliments your outfit just loud enough that you hear. Eventually corners you with a weirdly serious look and goes, “We used to talk. Did I lose you?” You: “No.” Him: “Then why do you avoid me?” You: quietly “Because I like you.” He just… stares. Then full body sighs. “Okay. Great. Good. I’ll go cry now. But like, in a happy way.”

pierre gasly Absolutely feral over it. Probably cries to Charles. You used to flirt back. Now you dodge him. “You’re ghosting me? ME?” Texting your name in all caps. Showing up to conversations you’re in just to get ignored in person. Loudly flirts with other people to see if you react. You don’t. He sulks. Eventually corners you like, “You avoiding me because you don’t like me anymore?” You: “I’m avoiding you because I do like you and I don’t know what to do about it.” Him: pause Him: “So you’re insane. Okay. I can work with that.” Proceeds to flirt so hard the entire room clears out.

franco colapinto Panics. Fully, completely spirals. “You’re mad at me. You have to be mad at me. Did I breathe wrong? Did I blink too fast?” Runs simulations in his head like it’s the final lap of Monaco. Eventually corners you outside and just blurts, “You hate me now?” You: “No! I’m just nervous.” Franco: “Of me?” You: “Because I like you, idiot.” Franco: physically collapses against a wall “Don’t say stuff like that. I’m too emotionally fragile for this.” Immediately takes you out for pizza and stares at you like you’re the moon.

nico hülkenberg So calm it’s terrifying. You stop talking to him. He notices instantly. Says nothing. But watches. Closely. Every flinch, every sidestep, every blush, he clocks it like data. Then one day, with zero warning, he corners you in a hallway and goes, “You’ve been avoiding me. That means you either hate me, or want me. Which is it?” You freeze. He leans in, eyes dark. “Come on. Say it.” You: “I like you.” Nico: “There it is.” Then walks away. Like a fucking menace. (He’ll kiss you the next day like nothing happened.)

gabriel bortoleto “Bro. She’s literally ignoring me.” Whining to anyone who’ll listen. “She laughed at my joke last week. Laughed. Now I say hi and she vanishes like a fucking magician.” Spends way too much time rehearsing what to say. Ends up doing nothing. Eventually blurts it out mid-convo: “Did I upset you? Are you mad? Is this a Sagittarius thing? I don’t know your chart.” You blink. “I like you, dumbass.” He short-circuits. Full brain reboot. “Oh. Okay. That’s cool. That’s good. I’m chill. I’m totally chill.” He is not chill. He’s sweating through his shirt.

Others

toto wolff He notices. Instantly. You avoid him at one sponsor event. He says nothing. Then it happens again. And again. By the fourth time, he corners you like you just cost Mercedes a championship. “I’m not stupid,” he says, voice low and tight. “I know when someone’s avoiding me.” You: “I just-” Toto: “What? You just what? Don’t like looking at me anymore?” You crack. “I like you, okay?” He pauses. Slowly nods. “Right.” Then steps way too close and says, “Next time, just say hello. I don’t bite... unless you want me to.”

james vowles This man spirals like it’s a race weekend gone to hell. You used to be friendly. Now you physically walk in the opposite direction. He stares after you like you’ve stabbed him. Texts you: “Did I do something wrong?” Deletes it. Sends a professional email instead. Finally corners you in the hospitality lounge and asks, “Did I offend you somehow?” You stutter. Avoid his eyes. He sighs, already looking crushed. “Alright. I’ll give you space-” You: “I like you.” James.exe has crashed. “Oh,” he says, blinking. “Well. That’s... an acceptable reason. Want to get coffee and pretend we’re normal?”

paul aron Panics. Loudly. Dramatically. Pathetically. Probs crying. Tells like three different people, “She’s avoiding me. She fucking hates me. I’ve ruined everything. I’m never making eye contact with another woman again.” Overthinks every past interaction. Eventually finds you in the paddock and blurts, “If you hate me just say it. I won’t cry. I mean I will, but not in public.” You: “I like you.” Him: pauses “Wait, what?” You: “That’s why I avoid you.” Paul: “THAT’S WORSE. THAT’S SO MUCH WORSE.” You: “Why?” Him: “Because now I’m in love.”

arthur leclerc Heartbroken. “You didn’t even say hi to me today,” he mutters to himself like he’s in a French art film. Like fully sat in the passanger seat as Charles drives, and he's looking out the windor, one hand against the grass  as it rains outside - like he's in a movie or something. Watches you walk past him. Again. Without looking. Whispers, “Je suis fini.” Texts Charles for advice. Charles is useless. Eventually corners you outside a trailer and asks, “Did I do something wrong?” You: “No.” Him: “Then why do you run away?” You: “Because I like you.” He gasps. Audibly. “Mon dieu.” Then covers his face and says, “I need to sit down.” You laugh. He looks at you, fully wrecked, and says, “Don’t laugh. I’m already writing our wedding vows in my head.”

pato o’ward Loses his mind. “You’re ignoring me now? ME? You used to flirt back. What happened?” Whines about it for days. Asks literally everyone. “Did she get bored of me? Am I not hot anymore? Did I say something weird?” Eventually traps you by the bar and goes, “Okay, full offence, why the fuck are you pretending I don’t exist?” You: “Because I like you and I didn’t know how to deal with it.” He stares. Then laughs so hard he drops his drink. “You LIKE me?” “Like for real?” Spins in a full circle. Then looks you dead in the eye and says, “You’re fucked. Because now I’m not letting you escape.”

sebastian vettel Feels it. Quietly. You stop laughing at his jokes. Stop walking beside him. Stop showing up early like you used to. He notices. Says nothing. Until one day he finds you in a quiet corridor and goes, “You don’t talk to me anymore.” You: “I got busy.” Him: “You got careful.” You look away. He smiles. “You like me, don’t you?” You go still. He nods. “I’m right.” Then soft, vulnerable, painfully sincere: “You don’t have to hide it. Not from me.” And you melt. Right there in the hallway.

kimi räikkönen Says nothing for days. Just watches. You used to linger when he walked into a room. Now you leave. He notices. Doesn’t speak. Just drinks his vodka and stares. Then one day, out of nowhere, he walks up and says, “You stop looking at me. Why?” You: “No reason.” Kimi: “That’s a lie.” You: “Because I like you.” He stares. Nods. “Okay.” Then turns around and walks away. Next morning, he leaves a coffee on your desk and a note that says, “You can look at me again now.”

jack doohan FREAKS. “You don’t talk to me anymore,” he texts. Then deletes it. Then texts again: “Did I do something weird? I mean besides existing? Or Shaving my head?” Fully spirals. Begs Lance for advice. Pierre tells him to grow up. Eventually explodes. “You don’t laugh at my jokes anymore. You avoid me. You barely look at me. What the fuck did I do?” You: “I like you.” Jack: screaming internally “Why didn’t you just say that???” You: “Because I panicked!” Jack: “Okay well now I’m panicking but in like… a good way. A hot way.”

david coulthard Smirks. Watches you avoid him with lowkey amusement. “Oh, she’s shy now?” Starts finding excuses to corner you. Asks you to hand him things. To join meetings. To pass him napkins he absolutely does not need. Eventually traps you alone and says, “You used to look me in the eye. Now you don’t. I wonder why.” You: “Because I like you.” Him: “Well, fuck me gently with a stopwatch.” Then smiles, steps closer, and murmurs, “So now that we’ve cleared that up… are you gonna keep running, or do I finally get to kiss you?”

jenson button Genuinely confused at first. You used to tease him. Now you won’t even say hello. “Did I say something dumb? I mean, I probably did, but like… specifically what was it?” Overthinks it to death. Eventually blurts it out: “You’re ignoring me and I just want to know if I should be embarrassed or emotionally devastated.” You: “I like you.” Him: “That’s not an answer, that’s a confession.” You: “Yeah.” Him: grinning like the sun “Cool. Cool cool cool. Want to go make bad decisions together right now or wait five minutes?”

mick schumacher Breaks his whole heart over it. You used to light up around him. Now you barely glance in his direction. Goes home and stares at the ceiling like, “She hates me. I knew it. I always mess this up. I’m too soft. She wants someone cooler. Someone taller. Someone with an edge.” Texts you: “Everything okay?” Doesn’t send it. Writes it again. Still doesn’t send it. Eventually corners you by the coffee machine with big sad blue eyes. “Did I do something wrong?” You whisper, “No. I like you.” He BLUSHES. “Wait… you like me? You were avoiding me because of that?” Smiles so wide it hurts. “Don’t do that again. You scared the hell out of me.”

checo pérez Confused. You’re polite, distant, too formal. Won’t meet his eye. Won’t even joke with him anymore. Asks quietly, “Did I overstep something?” When you shake your head, he frowns deeper. Eventually walks up, stands beside you, and says, “You treat everyone the same, except me. Why?” You freeze. Checo stares at you, arms crossed, waiting. You mumble, “Because I like you.” He goes quiet. Then exhales softly and murmurs, “Thank god. I thought I’d scared you off.” Then touches your hand gently and says, “You can avoid everyone else. Just not me.”

christian horner Finds it entertaining. Raises an eyebrow when you avoid him in the hospitality suite. Smirks when you turn the other way during a meeting. Tells Max, “Someone’s got a little crush.” He rolls his eyes. “You’re imagining things.” He is not. Eventually corners you in the paddock and says, “Are you actively trying not to look at me, or is it just a really unfortunate optical pattern?” You stutter. He leans closer. “Ah,” he murmurs, “so it is about me.” You: “Yes.” Him: “Well then. We’re going to have to do something about that.”

logan sargeant Totally panics. “You okay?” You: “Yep.” Him: “Sure? Because you used to like… talk to me?” You: “Busy.” He spirals. Asks Alex, “Do I smell? Did I say something dumb?” Eventually walks up to you and nervously blurts, “Are you mad at me?” You: “No, Logan. I just have a crush on you and I don’t know how to act normal.” Him: “Oh.” Him: “Ohhhhhhh.” Him: “Okay. Um. Do you wanna like… not avoid me? Because I really like seeing your face. Even when you look like you want to kill me.”

nico rosberg Deeply insulted. Raises an eyebrow when you stop waving. Mutters to himself, “Well, that’s new.” Thinks you’re playing games. Thinks you’re being cold for fun. Until someone tells him, “She’s into you, idiot.” He short-circuits. Approaches you with that perfect media-trained charm and says, “I noticed you’ve been… distant. That’s not like you.” You mumble that it’s nothing. He lowers his voice and says, “You’re not very good at hiding it, you know.” You: “Hiding what?” Nico: “The way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.” Then he smiles. The kind of smile that ruins lives.

valtteri bottas Quiet confusion. Watches you avoid him and just… files it away. Sips his coffee. Furrows his brow. Stares into the distance thinking about it for the rest of the day. Eventually stops you outside the garage and gently asks, “Did I do something to upset you?” You: “No.” Him: “You’re avoiding me.” You: “I like you and I didn’t know how to deal with it.” Valtteri just blinks. “Oh. Okay.” Then, very softly: “Would it help if I said I like you too? I can make you a one of a kind calendar?” You almost fall over. He smiles. “That’s better. Let’s not avoid each other anymore.”

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Look At All These Dinosaurs Then Look At Us

Zora Bennett x Reader

Smut

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The next morning, the sky is clear and the sea has calmed, and you’re on the deck again with Zora—this time, sharing coffee in mismatched mugs.

She’s back in her guarded stance. Back to folded arms and clipped sentences. But every now and then, you catch her looking at you with that same dazed expression—like you’re something she doesn’t understand but can’t stop orbiting.

You laugh at something stupid—a joke about seagulls or soggy granola bars—and the sound makes her twitch. Like you’ve just struck a nerve.

“You’re smiling,” she mutters.

You grin wider. “Yeah?”

“Stop that.”

“Why?”

Zora swallows. Her voice is quiet when she says, “Because every time you look at me like I’m not dangerous, I forget how to breathe.”

You blink. “You’re not dangerous to me.”

She turns her head sharply, trying to hide the pink that blooms across her cheekbones.

——

It happens after a moment that should’ve been perfect.

Maybe you’re both on the deck again, the sunset bleeding across the sky like a fresh wound, and you say something soft. Something that makes her smile—really smile—for the first time. You lean in, your fingers barely brushing her arm. You’re so close. Too close.

And she pulls away.

Hard.

Your smile falters. “Did I—?”

“Don’t,” she says quickly, voice rough. “Don’t do that.”

You freeze. “Zora, I—”

“You’re a kid,” she snaps, and immediately hates herself for the way your face falls. “You’re young. You’ve got… your whole damn life ahead of you. You should be worried about classes and clubs and whatever bullshit twenty-somethings do, not… this.”

You’re quiet. Hurt leaking through your expression.

“I’m not a kid,” you say. “You don’t get to call me that just because it’s easier than admitting you want me.”

Zora flinches. Her jaw clenches, eyes flicking anywhere but you.

“And I’m not asking for forever,” you continue, softer now. “I’m just asking for a chance. But if you keep using my age as an excuse, then maybe you’re not afraid of what people will say. Maybe you’re just scared of letting yourself be happy.”

That lands. Deep.

But Zora doesn’t respond.

She just walks away, fists clenched at her sides like she’s holding in something nuclear.

——

The ship is quiet again. The storm’s passed. But your chest still feels like it’s drowning.

You haven’t seen her since the fight. She’s been avoiding you—burying herself in duty, pacing the decks like something she can’t name is chasing her.

You find her in the equipment room, sitting on a crate in the dark. Shoulders slumped. Elbows on her knees. Like someone who just lost a war she never wanted to fight.

You don’t knock.

“I don’t need protection from you, Zora,” you say.

She doesn’t move.

You step closer. “I need honesty.”

Zora lifts her head slowly, eyes bloodshot. “What do you want me to say?”

“That you want me. That you feel it too.”

“I do feel it.” The words rip out of her like they hurt. “But that doesn’t mean I should.”

You blink. “Why?”

She stands—quick, frustrated. “Because you’re barely out of school. Because people will talk. Because I’ve seen what happens when someone like me touches something good.”

“You think I care what anyone says? You think I give a shit about some age gap when we almost died together?”

She looks at you then. Really looks. Her lip trembles.

“I wake up every night thinking about you,” she says, voice raw. “And I tell myself not to touch. Not to look. Not to want you because it’ll make me selfish. Because you deserve someone who doesn’t flinch every time they feel something.”

You close the distance between you, heart pounding.

“I choose you,” you whisper. “Even with the scars. Even with the guilt. Even if it’s messy. So stop protecting me from something I’m not asking to be saved from.”

She’s breathing hard now, jaw clenched like she’s trying to hold herself together with threadbare willpower.

“You want me?” you ask.

Her hands twitch at her sides.

“Then take me.”

And that’s it.

The thread snaps.

Zora grabs you like she’s been starved for centuries—kisses you hard, all teeth and desperation, pinning you against the wall with a groan that vibrates through her whole body. There’s no space left between you now. No excuses. No denial.

She breaks the kiss just long enough to whisper, “Fuck what they think.”

Then she kisses you again, and this time she doesn’t hold back.

—

Now you’re here.

And she’s pressed against you.

And you’re not pretending anymore.

Her hands are on either side of your face, lips brushing over yours like a question she’s already decided to answer. You kiss her back—messy, aching, needy—and she groans softly, low in her throat, then immediately pulls back with a warning look.

“Quiet,” she breathes, voice gravelly. “Your dad’s in the next damn room.”

You grin, whispering, “Then maybe don’t make me feel so good.”

Zora’s eyes narrow—dark, hungry. “Don’t tempt me.”

But you already are.

Her hands slide under your borrowed t-shirt, palms hot against your stomach as you arch into her touch. You bury your face in her neck, trying not to gasp when her mouth finds the soft skin beneath your ear.

“Fuck,” she murmurs, barely audible. “You’re so warm.”

Her fingers trail lower, slow and purposeful, and you clutch at her shoulders, trying not to make a sound as she slides her hand into your shorts. Her lips are on yours instantly, muffling the sharp breath you let out when she finds you already soaked.

“Shh,” she whispers into your mouth. “You gotta be good for me, sweetheart. Quiet.”

You nod, frantic.

But it’s hard to stay quiet when her fingers move like that—precise, controlled, devastating. She kisses you harder to keep you from moaning, one hand bracing your thigh up against her hip, the other deep between your legs.

“God,” she pants, teeth grazing your lip. “You’re gonna get us both caught.”

You try to answer but she curls her fingers just right and your whole body stutters against her. Your eyes roll back as your breath hitches—a high, desperate sound muffled by her mouth.

She slows down just enough to make you whimper, her voice tightening as she says, “You have no idea what you do to me.”

You cling to her, trembling, face buried in her chest now as she brings you over the edge—fast, quiet, overwhelming. Your body arches before she pins you down with her own, her fingers still inside you, her lips brushing your ear.

“Good girl,” she whispers. “Just like that.”

You’re breathless. Shaking. Half-laughing into her skin.

“Zora,” you breathe, dazed and high, “they definitely heard something.”

She chuckles—chuckles, smug and low—and kisses your jaw.

“They’ll survive.”

“I should probably go,” you whisper. “Before someone—”

“No.”

One word. Firm. Commanding.

You blink up at her.

Zora looks down at you like she owns you. Like she’s already stripped the guilt from her soul and decided if she’s going to hell, it’s with you tangled in her sheets.

“You’re not leaving this bed,” she says, low. “Not until I’ve had you again.”

You shiver.

She moves over you like a slow-burning fire, dragging your clothes down, lips trailing heat over your collarbone, down your chest. Her mouth finds your nipple, tongue flicking just once before she bites, gentle but possessive.

You gasp—too loud.

She covers your mouth with her hand, eyes locking onto yours. “Be quiet, baby. Unless you want your dad walking in here while I’m inside you.”

Your eyes widen.

You nod under her palm.

She grins, feral, and shifts lower between your legs.

When her mouth finally presses against you, it’s all you can do not to cry out. Her tongue is slow, deliberate, circling your clit like she’s savoring you. Her fingers dig into your thighs, spreading you wide, keeping you right where she wants you.

Every time you get close, she slows. Teases. Draws soft moans from your throat only to swallow them with her mouth back on yours.

“You taste so fucking sweet,” she whispers, voice hoarse. “You were made for this.”

You’re writhing under her now, every nerve lit up, every muscle trembling.

“Zora, please—”

“Please what?”

“Please let me come.”

That smug glint returns to her eyes.

“You think you ask now, huh?” she murmurs, teasing your clit with her thumb. “One orgasm and suddenly you forget who’s in charge.”

You whimper.

She leans in, lips brushing your ear.

“Be good for me, and I’ll let you fall apart.”

You nod so fast your head might fall off.

Then her fingers slide inside you again—two this time, deeper, relentless—and her mouth returns to your clit, and this time she doesn’t stop.

You come with a strangled gasp against her, her body blanketing yours to silence it. Her name on your lips, her hand gripping your waist like she’s afraid you’ll vanish if she lets go.

You’re breathless. Boneless. Fucked-out and glowing.

And Zora?

Zora just kisses your cheek and mutters, “Still too loud.”

——

You wake to the gentle sway of the ship and the warmth of Zora’s arm draped over your waist. Her breath is steady against the back of your neck, her body curled around yours like she was afraid you’d drift away in your sleep.

Your thighs ache.

In the best way.

You shift just slightly and feel her stir behind you. Her voice, all gravel and morning rasp, rumbles low against your shoulder.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

You smirk. “Trying to sneak out before I destroy your reputation, Bennett.”

She nuzzles into the space between your shoulder blades, mumbling, “Pretty sure my reputation was gone the second I let you climb into my lap.”

You turn in her arms, brushing her hair off her cheek, watching the softness she only ever shows you.

“I should go before my dad gets suspicious.”

Zora hums and leans in for a slow, sleepy kiss—lazy lips, tongue barely teasing. She pulls back with a half-smile, eyes still closed.

“You’re trouble.”

You grin. “And yet, you let me stay.”

She smacks your ass. “Go. Before I decide I need a third round.”

You pull on the first thing you find—Zora’s oversized crew shirt—and slip quietly out the cabin, hair messy, skin still flushed, legs wobbly.

And walk directly into Duncan.

Zora’s second-in-command. Six foot something, built like a tank, always watching. The kind of guy who could break you in half but probably volunteers at animal shelters on weekends.

He looks you up and down. Pauses.

Clock: disheveled hair. Zora’s shirt. No pants.

You freeze.

He raises one eyebrow. Then—just to ruin your entire nervous system—he gives the most knowing, smug little smirk you’ve ever seen and says:

“Mornin’.”

You blink. “Uh—hi.”

He glances toward Zora’s door, then back to you. Still smirking.

“Get some water, kid. You’re dehydrated.”

And walks away.

You stare after him, mortified, face burning. But you can’t even be mad.

Because he’s not wrong.

——

It’s later that same day. The adrenaline has cooled. The sea’s quiet.

You find Zora standing on the deck again—alone, like always—hands on the railing, shoulders tense. Her hair’s still damp from a rushed shower, and she’s wearing a fresh shirt, but she hasn’t looked at you since you joined her.

You lean against the rail beside her.

She doesn’t move.

“…You’re doing it again,” you say softly.

Her jaw clenches. “Doing what?”

“Pulling away.”

Zora exhales through her nose. “I’m not.”

You give her a look.

“…Okay,” she admits, “maybe a little.”

You wait. Let her fill the silence.

Finally, she mutters, “Your dad’s gonna hate me.”

You blink. “What?”

“He’s not stupid,” she says. “He sees the way you look at me. The way I look at you. And when he finds out what we’ve been—” She breaks off, shaking her head. “It’s not just the age thing anymore. It’s you. You’re someone’s daughter. You’re… his daughter.”

You step closer. Your voice is gentle. “Zora…”

She doesn’t look at you. “I’ve done a lot of shit in my life. Saved people. Hurt people. Made calls I can’t take back. But this?” Her voice cracks, just slightly. “This is the first time I’ve wanted something just for me. And I keep waiting for someone to come take it away.”

You place a hand over hers. She flinches, then lets you hold her.

“You think he’s gonna take me away from you?”

Zora swallows. “I think he’s gonna look at me and see someone who’s too old, too dangerous, too—”

You cut her off, voice firm. “He’s gonna see someone who carried me out of water when I literally about to be eaten alive by a mesasaurus. Who’s been watching over me every night since. Someone who makes me feel… safe.”

She turns toward you slowly, eyes full of doubt.

“You’re not gonna lose me,” you say. “Not to his judgment. Not to anyone’s.”

Zora stares at you like she doesn’t quite believe it yet. Like it hurts to hope.

You lift her hand and press a kiss to her scarred knuckles. “I’m yours,” you whisper. “Let them talk.”

For the first time all day, she smiles. It’s small. But it’s real.

“…You’re dangerous when you’re sweet,” she mutters.

You grin. “And you’re soft when you’re scared.”

She leans in, forehead pressing against yours. “Don’t tell anyone.”

“I won’t,” you whisper. “But I might tell Mr. Duncan.”

“‘Mr. Duncan,’” she laughs. “I’ll tell him you called him that.”

——————————————

There will be more after this, promise

[revelboo]

I manifested an IDW Mirage storyline (cuz I freaking love him, and the way you write him is gorgeous)

Did it work? 👀

Sure lol

Money

IDW Mirage x Reader

• Back aching, you stretch, thumbs pushing against your spine as you walk. Even though it’s dark, the humidity immediately makes you miserable as you head down the sidewalk. It’s hard to resist the urge to dart from one buttery puddle from the streetlights to the next, to not feel paranoid every time a car goes by on the quiet street. This is the old part of town, not the worst part, but it’s slowly headed that way. Definitely not safe to be alone, but it’s not like you can afford a car. Right now, even a bike is out of your price range.

• There you are, just like clockwork making your walk home in the dark alone. Even as ill versed in humanity as he is, he knows this isn’t a good area. The first time he’d spotted you, he’d been parked on the side of the road as you’d passed. You’d stumbled, a warm hand landing on his fender to keep yourself from pitching into the street and he’d felt your defeated field sink into him, your emotions sparking through him. Hadn’t come into contact with anyone’s field in forever and the brush of you had been shocking. Almost scandalous and over so quickly as you’d grimaced and kept walking. And he’d come back the next day. And the next. That faint twinge of defeated loneliness he’d picked up from you amid the weariness had resonated with him. He’d understood it. Hated it.

• How has no one either vandalized or tried to steal this thing? It’s so out of place, it’s ridiculous. One of those funny looking race cars. Something suped up and exotic looking. Definitely shouldn’t be here. Eyeing it as you pass, you wonder what the story is. “Could I bother you for a moment of your time?” The voice from out of nowhere nearly scares you half to death and you spin, almost falling as you stare at the guy in a full racing suit. Apparently this is the weirdo that owns the car. What’s wrong with his face? Staring at him as your skin crawls, you can’t pin down what’s off with him, but something definitely is. Your instincts screaming.

• For a klik, he’s sure you’re about to run. Staring at him and tense. But you’re listening. Smiling slowly, he leans a hip of his avatar against his rear fender. “I’d like to offer you a mutually beneficial proposition,” he says and your eyes narrow. ‘I’m not a hooker,’ you snap and you start walking. Hooker? Striding after you, he falls in beside you, aware that you immediately walk a little faster. “A job. I’m offering you a job, nothing unsavory.” And those eyes glance at him. It’s too dark to tell what color they are, but your wariness comes across loud and clear. Don’t know him and don’t trust him. “I’m looking for a companion. Someone to talk to.”

• What part of you not being a hooker did he not understand? “Sure. Talking,” you mutter as the guy follows you. And he’s taller than you are, probably stronger. Why are there never any cops around when you need one? There’s no one around but you and the possibly, rich weirdo with a stupid car that’s not even street legal. When he catches your wrist, you spin on him, heart racing and he immediately lets go, hands up. ‘I don’t mean anything untoward,’ he says. Who talks like that? ‘In exchange for your companionship, I’d give you anything you want.’ Why you? There’s hookers a few blocks over who’s be happy to ‘just talk.’

• You’re afraid of him, but he can’t blame you. Gesturing back toward his body, you tense when his engine rumbles to life and he rolls closer. ‘Neat trick,’ you whisper, turning toward his avatar as he drops the illusion and transforms. And you suck in a sharp breath as he kneels and offers you his servo. “I would treat you well. Make sure you’re comfortable. I just wish to have someone to talk to, someone waiting for me to return,” he says as you just stare up at him. Not screaming or running at least. Someone to pretend they’re glad to see him and you look so tired. It’d be nice to have someone to spoil and fuss over. To care for. Wants it to be you after that brush with your field, because he thinks you’d understand him. That you need him. “Do we have a deal?”

[sturduststrails]

"Sue me" Ex!sukuna x reader

Exes to??

Masterlist

Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 Pt.5 Pt.6

You sit at the edge of the couch.

He stays standing, like he’s afraid that sitting will feel too much like staying.

You don’t ask him to.

But he does it anyway.

The silence between you doesn’t feel heavy this time.

Just… full. Like a pause that hasn’t decided what it is yet.

You watch him.

Not the way you used to—waiting for warmth, or softness, or some version of him you could hold onto.

You watch him like someone watching a stranger try to find their way back to a home they burned down.

Eventually, you ask:

“When did it change for you?”

He looks up, startled by the question.

“When what changed?”

“When did you stop seeing me as… a person, and start seeing me as a lesson?”

He flinches like you slapped him.

Which is funny. Because you’re not even angry anymore.

Just tired. And done pretending like he didn’t take something.

“Was it when I cried too much?” you continue.

“When I stopped being easy to love?”

He doesn’t answer right away.

And for once, you don’t fill the silence.

“No,” he says finally.

“It was before that. I just… didn’t know it then.”

You nod once.

Because of course.

Of course he didn’t.

“You said you didn’t come here to fix anything.”

“I didn’t.”

“So why now?”

He hesitates. Then:

“Because when I read what you wrote… it didn’t sound like someone who wanted revenge.”

“It sounded like someone who needed to be remembered right.”

You go still.

He leans forward, elbows on his knees, eyes on the floor.

“And the truth is… I don’t know if I ever saw you clearly enough to do that.”

He says it so quietly, it barely makes it out of his throat.

But it does. And it lands like something sacred. Or maybe unforgivable.

You’re not crying.

You thought maybe you would, when this moment came.

But all you feel is… steady.

“You don’t get to decide how I’m remembered,” you say softly.

He nods.

“I know. I just… I needed you to know I’m starting to understand the version of me you had to survive.”

You let that sit.

And for the first time in forever, he doesn’t rush to soften what he said.

He doesn’t follow it with a joke or a metaphor or a quote from some book he used to love more than listening to you.

He just lets it hang.

And you do, too.

Because this time—finally—it’s not about whether he loves you.

It’s about whether he can really see you.

And maybe that’s a better beginning than pretending you’re not still bleeding from the last ending.

You lean back against the couch, arms crossed. Not defensive. Just… bracing.

He hasn’t looked at you in a full minute.

So you ask—softly, but not gently:

“Is that why you wrote me like that?”

His head lifts a little.

“Like what?”

“Like I never said anything.”

“Like I just stood there and let you walk away.”

He swallows hard. Doesn’t answer. But you keep going.

“You made me sound so quiet.”

“Like I only ever spoke in metaphors and soft exits.”

“But I screamed at you, Ryo”

“I begged you to meet me halfway.”

There’s heat in your voice now. Not rage—just the sharpness of remembering who you were before it broke.

“I told you I was scared, and you said I was being dramatic.”

“I told you I couldn’t feel you anymore, and you said I was making things up.”

“You turned it into something palatable. But it wasn’t. It was ugly. And I stayed. Even when it was ugly.”

He looks up, finally. And when he does—really does—his eyes look wrecked.

“You used to say something after we fought,” he says, voice raw.

You go quiet.

“It always made me feel like shit, but I never admitted it. I never even reacted.”

Your breath catches.

“You used to say…”

He swallows. Rubs the back of his neck.

“You’d say: ‘Just tell me if I’m hard to love, so I can stop trying to make it easy.’”

You close your eyes.

God.

You forgot you ever said that out loud.

But it hits. Because of course he remembers that line.

The one that cracked him, even if he never let you see it.

“I almost put it in the book,” he says.

“But it sounded too real. Too close. I didn’t want people to know I let you say that and didn’t answer.”

You’re quiet.

He leans forward, elbows on his knees, staring at the ground like it’ll forgive him before you do.

“I should’ve answered.”

You don’t speak for a while.

And then:

“You didn’t have to answer. You just had to stay in the room.”

His head tilts up—slow, cautious—like maybe he’s finally hearing you without trying to translate it into something that absolves him.

You sit with that silence together. Not awkward. Just honest.

And then, because you’re tired of pretending anything less than the truth will help either of you now, you say:

“You made me think my needs were noise. And I started believing it. That’s the part I still haven’t forgiven myself for.”

He doesn’t interrupt.

He doesn’t try to make it better.

He just nods, and says—

“You weren’t noise. You were the only real thing in the room.”

And for the first time since this whole thing began

You believe he means it.

[eddiazx]

hands on - eddie diaz x reader

Based on this request: Ahhhhhh how about this? Eddie with a really affectionate gf!reader? She hugs her friends all the time, spoils the shit out of Chris, and especially affectionate and love-y with Eddie and he's completely smitten with her. But she accidentally overhears Buck teasing him about him being super whipped and out of embarrassment, he's like, "it's not my fault she's so clingy" ( he's in love with her so he didn't mean it obviously) but she's hurt and super insecure now. So she starts pulling away little by little and isn't as affectionate so he and everyone notices and Eddie is clueless as to why. So he's afraid that she's going to break up with him and eventually talks to her about it. Everything is cleared up, lots of comfort, cuddles, and kisses! Slight angst/hurt to comfort ♡

Eddie loves touch.

He thinks it might be because of the physical connection and reassurance he can get from his loved ones, the tether felt by feeling their skin against his.

So he most definitely lucked out that you loved being affectionate with everyone; pressing soft kisses into Chris' curls, leaning your head onto the crook of Eddie's shoulder during movie nights, and offering warm hugs like they were candy - and Eddie will eat it up every time.

Along with the revelation that he loved the physical touch offered by you, he also realized that he was deeply, irrevocably, and painfully in love with you. This scared him - he didn't really have the best history with relationships, and he was terrified that he would mess a good thing up.

"Bye, boys!" You say to him and Buck. You hug Eddie from behind and tilt your face to press a kiss onto Eddie's cheek. You were going out with some of your work friends, while Eddie and Buck were going to watch the game at home and drink beers.

"Bye babe, text if you need me." Eddie murmurs tenderly, eyes soft as he watches you exit through the kitchen door. He leans against the sink, sighing sappily as he holds his beer bottle by the neck, while Buck takes a seat on a dining chair facing him.

"Dude." Buck laughs.

"What?"

"You're so whipped. You're practically in each other's pockets."

"What can I say? She's like an octopus, she loves clinging onto me." Eddie jokes, absolutely no malice behind his words, only endearment thick in his voice.

"Well, for what it's worth, the two of you make each other happy. I like seeing you like this."

"I like it too, man... and I just realized I might be in love with her." Eddie admits.

Buck congratulates Eddie, offering advice and listening to him vent about how to not screw this relationship up. The two of them are blissfully unaware that you had overheard the beginning of their conversation.

"She's like an octopus, she loves clinging onto me."

You had left your phone on the living room table, and just as you walked past the kitchen, you overhear Buck and Eddie joking. Whipped? Octopus?

You had quickly left the house after hearing Eddie say that, but the words reverberate inside your brain.

Does he hate me touching him? Surely being referred to as an octopus isn't a flattering comparison. Should I just stop initiating contact?

Over the next few days, you withdraw from Eddie - at least physically. You continue texting him like normal, going on dates, making dinner together, and having movie nights with Chris.

However, whenever you think of wrapping your arms around his waist, whenever you think of pressing your lips to his face, you remember what he had said, and you back away. It was hard, but you never want to make Eddie feel uncomfortable.

Little did you know, Eddie was suffering just as much as you. He didn't know what he did wrong; all he knew was that he missed having you near him. He felt a growing chasm between the two of you, and he hated it.

"Are you going to break up with me?" Eddie blurts out one evening, long after Chris had gone to bed. The two of you were seated on the couch, you with your legs underneath you and a few couch pillows separating the both of you. Couch pillows that Eddie has been irrationally glaring at the entire night.

Your jaw drops, and you blink furiously. "N-no! Are you?!"

"No! But you're - you're less touchy with me. Did I do something wrong?"

"No, but I overheard you and Buck talking about me being clingy, and I thought I'd give you some space." You admit, avoiding Eddie's gaze, embarrassment and hurt warring in your voice.

"Baby." Eddie whispers, and before you know it, you're gently manhandled in order to sit on his lap, facing him. He puts a finger underneath your chin to lift your face, coaxing you to look at him directly.

"I love that you're affectionate. I love that you touch so freely. I crave it on the days where we're not together, and recently, I've been craving it even when we are together. I can never get enough of you. I'm sorry if I didn't make that clear."

You can feel your eyes well up by his words. "You sure?"

"I'm positive. And while we're on the subject, I love you. I am so incredibly, hopelessly in love with you."

You let out a watery chuckle, placing your palms on his cheeks and kissing him. "I love you too, Eddie."

"Good, because I'm not letting you go now."

[thranduel]

for those unfamiliar with skam france (the bottom pic), lucas is gay, but in this scene he was still in the closet, hadn’t fully accepted himself and had a girlfriend who he always seemed uncomfortable around, especially when she showed physical affection or kissed him like this

the way his eyes are wide open reminds me of mike at the end of season 3 when el says “i love you” and kisses him (and he doesn’t even say it back, he just stares at her and stands there uncomfortably). mind you, skam france season 3 also came out just a few months before stranger things season 3 😅

in both scenes, there's plenty of time for the boys to put their hands on the girls' faces just like the girls are doing to them, or even just to simply close their eyes and kiss them back, but they don't. their hands don't even MOVE from their sides and they're just standing there with absolutely no emotion. and it's not like they were "surprised because it was a sudden first kiss" - both couples had previously made out before, and in some of the previous kisses, it was actually lucas AND mike who initiated a few of them, not the girls. but here, when their relationships have been official for a bit and things are starting to feel "serious" and the girls start to initiate all this physical touch and affection, they seem more and more uncomfortable. even if they were taken by surprise, why didn't they at least smile at their girlfriends? why didn't they pull the girls back in for more kissing if they liked it? i mean, we obviously know why lucas is extremely uncomfortable because he's canonically gay and the audience is aware of that since the start, but mike is displaying the exact same behaviour especially in this specific scene. it was just extremely awkward and not romantic at all

people always say "it was confirmed mike was just insecure and scared to lose el in season 4 so that's why he was scared and didn't tell her he loves her!!" but that argument will always be absolutely ridiculous to me (and very awful writing). both of them should've already been aware they loved each other in previous seasons (especially s3 with all the making out and how they'd always run off from their friends - the words "i love you" shouldn't be needed to prove that if you're already doing all those couple things), and mike actually DID blurt out that he loves el in front of everyone and she heard it, hence why she says "i love you TOO" in the above scene because she's replying to his (indirect) first confession, but he just looks uncomfortable hearing it back and then being kissed.

his actions in season 4 and the way he made her feel horrible and REFUSED to say "i love you" to her face when she was begging makes it even more silly. like you know EXACTLY what she wants to hear and you know that if you don't say it, you'll lose her because you'll upset her, but you refuse to say it because... you're afraid of losing her???? what????????? he was also about to lose her in the above scene too because their relationship was about to become long distance and he wouldn't have been able to see her. you're seriously telling me he didn't want to hug her and kiss her for longer knowing she was about to MOVE STATES?????

i'm not invalidating mike's feelings or insecurities - they're very real fears that i completely understand, but i'm saying how the writers handled everything makes absolutely no sense from a story perspective. and to make things EVEN more ridiculous? the writers decided to drag will into this and make him in love with mike. like what was the point of doing all of this if it wasn't to build up byler? why create unnesseccary issues in mike and el's relationship that got dragged out for so long? why create awkwardness between mike and will (especially on mike's end - the airport hug, for example) if there was nothing deeper going on between them?

[isabelckl]

hiiii love ur piercing fic just a quick question; why is ellie really that mean with reader in person?????????? making her feel bad and all. is it to contrast between E and Ellie? even though is the same person 😭

hiiii omg this is such a good question 😭 okay so here's the thing:

ellie’s not mean. she’s just emotionally unavailable, dismissive and defensive. the exact kind of person who would say:

“did you get your period or something?” and she won't even realize how badly it landed. not because she wants to hurt the reader. it's bc she’s scared. scared of saying the wrong thing. scared of being too much. scared of showing her cards. that’s what makes her feel so frustratingly out of reach.

the way she acts in person (vs. online as E) is intentional. it’s to show how hard it is for her to be emotionally honest when she doesn’t have the screen to hide behind.

SO why doesn’t ellie want to write the scene? why is she acting like this?

a few reasons:

1. it’s not about the scene. it’s about control

ellie holds on to structure. it’s how she keeps herself in check. through outlines, logic, deadlines, rhythm. your scene threatens all that. it’s messy and it’s impulsive.

it’s also too close to what’s actually happening between you two.

writing it means she loses the grip she’s been holding on her own feelings.

2. she recognizes herself in it

she hates how much she sees herself in it bc it's personal. she throws it back like a joke: “you just want them to make out in a janitor’s closet.” but that’s her deflecting. she’s scared to admit she wants it too.

3. letting the characters act on their feelings = admitting she feels something too. it’s her way of avoiding intimacy without having to say “I’m afraid to be close to you.”

she hides behind the outline. behind the “it doesn’t fit the arc” bc what she’s really thinking is:

“if i write this scene, i’ll start thinking about kissing you. and i can’t let that happen.”

4. she’s scared you don’t feel the same

what if this is just writing to you? what if you don’t mean it the way she thinks you do?

ellie would rather piss you off than risk that kind of vulnerability.

TLDR:

ellie doesn’t want to write the scene because it’s no longer fiction.

letting it happen on the page feels way too much like letting it happen in real life.

and that’s terrifying.

it’s about control, fear, deflection and a whole lot of “don’t let her know you’re in love with her.”

because OBVIOUSLY ellie is in love with reader but she only lets herself show it through a screen while she thinks that you could never like her in personal.

as E, she’s witty, soft, flirty. she’s present. she’s real. but it’s safe, because there’s a wall between them.

in person? she stiffens and gets cold bc when things get real, she panics.

so now we’re at that scene:

she’s sitting beside the girl she’s secretly in love with. the same girl who just wrote a scene dripping in tension. who’s defending THAT SCENE. who’s saying, “i meant this.”

who might (just might) feel something back.

and instead of embracing it?

ellie shuts it down.

why?

1. because this version of reader isn’t texting her. she’s looking right at her.

when you text E, ellie gets to pretend.

she gets to say the things she’d never say to your face. and if you don’t like E? well, it’s just a username.

but if you start liking her — ellie, the real girl?

there’s no mask. it’s real. and that terrifies her. (even though that's the very thing she wants)

2. reader still doesn’t know it’s her.

and she’s scared that if you do find out, you’ll feel tricked. ellie will think:

“you only like E because she’s funny and gets you. if you knew that was me, boring awkward ellie. you’d hate me. you’d feel betrayed. you’d never speak to me again.”

SO what’s really happening?

ellie wants to say yes. she wants to write that scene. she wants to lean in and kiss you — not just on the page, not just through a screen. in real life. right there in the library.

but ellie’s version of love is quiet. it’s hidden. it’s too scared to exist out loud.

and reader’s version of love?

it’s brave. messy. a little chaotic. and very, very loud.

she says no because she cares so much it paralyzes her.

sSO YEAH, Certified loser. But also? Certified in love.

[assortedcriminality]

snippet #9 - Unmasked

Hero lay in bed with their eyes closed, traces of tears clearly visible on their face. They hadn’t bothered to take their hair out of its now-messy braid, too tired to do anything but rest on top of the neatly folded covers. Today had been horrible, a slip on Hero’s part, bad enough that Superhero had benched them for the next week. Villain had almost taken their mask off. Their identity had been so close to being revealed, something that would have instantly placed them in incredible danger.

Thank the gods for Other Hero, who had managed to get the criminal off of Hero before that could happen. They were still shaken, and on top of that, their powers were malfunctioning. No one knew why—one minute Hero could summon any type of weather, an ability they were feared and respected for, and the next, they could barely make it drizzle. It was infuriating, especially with the way the rest of the heroes were treating them because of it. But… not Other Hero. They understood. They were so kind, so empathetic. Hero was glad to have them as a friend. 

They heard the creak of the door as it opened slowly, padded footsteps making their way over to where Hero was lying. Usually, Hero would have turned around, or at least said something, but they just didn’t have the energy. Besides, whoever would dare to enter their room had to be someone Hero wouldn’t mind being in there. They were known for their viciously guarded need for privacy. It was known that thunder would rumble through Headquarters if an unwanted visitor entered Hero’s room without permission. 

“Other Hero?” They asked carefully, tensing as feather-light fingers traced their skin. They felt a tiny pressure on their scalp, and a tangle of hair curled around their neck. Other Hero must have taken out the braid. “Thank you,” Hero said softly, relaxing into their friend’s touch. The crimefighter was warm, so warm, threading through the knotted strands of Hero’s hair with gentle hands. Hero wanted to just bathe in the affection forever, but they knew they had to acknowledge the elephant in the room. “I’m so grateful that you were there today,” they began in a quiet voice. “You saw how close Villain was to taking off my mask, I…I can’t let them or anyone else know my identity. Superhero would be furious… I don’t know if I’d be fired, or if they’d help me, I’m sure people would come after me, I can’t-“

Their shaky rambling was cut off by Other Hero brushing Hero’s hair out of the way and pressing a kiss to their neck. They stilled, closing their eyes again and letting out a trembling breath. It felt so comforting, as if even though Other Hero hadn’t said anything, they were telling Hero it would all be okay. And that was what they needed most right now, really. It was nice that Other Hero seemed to know that.

“I know I’m spiraling. It’s just that—I’ve never been afraid of Villain before. I’ve been afraid of what they’ll do, I mean, you have a nemesis, you know what it’s like. But earlier… I was scared. I was terrified. And I can’t stop replaying that moment in my head up to the point where you stepped in—going over my mistakes again and again. You tell me not to dwell, and I know I should just do better next time, but what I was so afraid of was the possibility that there would never be a next time. I love this city so much, and if I couldn’t fight for it or protect it anymore, I’d go crazy.” Hero bit their lip, feeling like they’d said too much. “Does that… do you understand?” 

“Of course,” said a horribly familiar voice that did not belong to Other Hero. 

Hero whipped around, their hands coming up instinctively to cover their bare face. Before they could, the intruder caught both of their wrists, pinning them to either side of their head. Hero’s shock rendered them frozen in place, unable to move as every inch of their features was suddenly on display. Any sounds or words they could muster died in their throat the moment that eye contact locked. They felt more exposed than they ever had before, as if the whole city was outside looking in through their window.

Hero would have preferred to be struck by the lightning they had once called on so easily rather than lie there for one more second, but there was nothing they could do. Tears formed in the corner of their wide eyes as they stared up into the others’ gaze. One escaped, trailing down their cheek to the corner of their mouth. They could taste the salt, sharp and acrid like the feeling in their chest; inescapably strong, unrelentingly painful. 

“Don’t cry,” Villain said softly. “You’re beautiful.” 

@sausages-things @chaotic-orphan @watermelonrandom

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[alicentsgf]

i’m really just asking for any and all thoughts with this because i’m neither here nor there on it i just haven’t gotten much elaboration but…

what makes nat not above the others?

like genuinely i hear so much heat regarding not idolizing nat and her behavior over the others but i haven’t heard much argument on why aside from her being a participant in the cannibalism and being a bystander to some abuse. like i don’t disagree that she’s also fucked up and not morally superior/right but like why please someone elaborate more i wanna hear it.

I think any comment saying not to idolise Nat is or should be about the fact none of these characters are really written to be interacted with in that way. You can idolise Nat, but you’d most likely have to glaze over important parts of her characterisation and misinterpret the story slightly to do so. Nat is a participant in the violence, over time this becomes more and more true, she passively allows it, there are so many examples of this, and that remains true whether the others are arguably ‘worse’ than her or not. Like… she let a 13 yr old boy die in her place. Yes, she was scared and I totally understand why she did it, but it doesn’t change the act itself, there’s still a dead child and she let them die.

But yes, I guess its arguable that Nat is more righteous than the rest. Personally I often find discussions about that kind of thing boring specifically because they tend to veer off into idolisation, rather than talking about Nat’s place in the story. What Nat’s choices actually tell us. Because, whilst Nat is afraid of plenty of things, one thing she isn’t afraid of is being different. Having a different opinion, standing up for what she thinks is right (for the most part), which is notable even if she fails to follow through on it. Her heart is in the right place, its just she lacks the conviction to force an outcome. That’s what makes her interesting; the lack of the need to conform, and how it allows her to do the right thing. Not her moral quality. Yellowjackets is clearly some kind of commentary on society and particularly the descent into authoritarianism; the rejection of the ‘other’, scapegoating, division, violence, intimidation, vote manipulation, etc. Nat perhaps then exists as way to comment on resistance. She has all the tools for it, except solidarity. No one stands with her, not until Misty does, and only then can she actually do something to change things. In my opinion, it was a good choice to make it a group of unlikely allies with a clear shared goal, in Nat, Misty, and Hannah that actually achieve something. It’s interesting in comparison to the more insular, revenge-fueled group of Akilah, Mari, Gen and Melissa, whose plan goes awry and ends up getting one of their own killed unnecessarily. (One death was never going to fix the problem, Shauna is only the mirror of their own violence, it’s why they can’t bear to look at her)

I saw plenty of idolisation of Nat after the finale. A few posts calling her the true queen, or something to that effect. That really rubbed me the wrong way, I can’t lie. We aren’t meant to buy into the political structure the girls have created, and any idolisation of Nat seems to indulge in it, which is particularly funny when honestly Nat wasn’t really a great leader, she failed repeatedly. So, at least when I say you shouldn’t idolise Nat, it’s not about her moral quality in relation to the others, it’s about the fact none of these characters seem like they’re meant to be idolised, and indulging in it will probably distract you from what the story is actually trying to say.

[talesfromawannabewriter]

@things-arent-what-they-seem66

Surprisingly the moment they stepped onto the stage everyone seemed to love Adam. They did enjoy Lucifer’s performance but Adam had the audience dying from laughter.

At the moment Adam, playing the role of a guy named Lawerence, shook his head as he and Lucifer walked together in an alley after a date.

Adam: Alright next time I’m picking the food joint.

Another round of laughter erupted from the crowd and Adam was soaking it up like a cat to nip.

The sound of tiny whimpers made him stop in his tracks. He looked over to the boxes the scene provided and walked right over.

Inside he found a small brown puppy staring up at him with hopeful eyes.

Lucifer: Well look at that babe you found a dog! Guess you won’t be needing me around anymore.

The sound of laughter grew faint as Adam continued to stare at the small creature.

Suddenly his world shifted as he was transported to an old memory.

—

Adam didn’t know why Steve was so damn adamant about going out right after an extermination.

The streets were flooded with bodies of sinners of all shapes and sizes. The horrid smell of sulfur and acid filled the air around them.

Adam was doing everything that he could not to vomit as he clutched onto his perfectly round belly.

He was pregnant with their third child and all Adam wanted to do was go back to their apartment and spend an evening with their current babies.

But no, Steve had somehow convinced him that with a new baby on the way this would be their last date for a while.

They had just finished with a dinner at the local diner. One that Adam was quite fond of as it had memorable moments from before things were on a shitty path with him and his husband.

They, Steve, had decided to take a short cut through an alleyway. And at the moment Adam was just too exhausted to argue.

All he wanted was to be back in his nice warm bed where the eyes of a dead sinner didn’t meet his at every turn.

Steve saw the fearful expression on his face and cooed teasingly: Aw, is my princess scared? Don’t worry we won’t be meeting any scary angel tonight. But rest assured that even if we did that brute would have to think twice before messing with me.

He said as he kissed a muscle. Once that would have served to make the shorter imp giggle and fluster now it only served to annoy.

The moment Steve is presented with an actual problem or opponent he runs to the hills like a scared little kid.

No doubt he would shit his pants should he ever run into an exorcist.

But he kept his mouth shut, he didn’t need an argument of all times when he could barely keep going without wanting to pass out from the smells around him alone.

Adam was about to keep going but stopped when he heard something that made him go completely still.

It was the sound of a child crying.

Adam immediately detached himself from Steve’s side to go investigate where that sound was coming from.

All while Steve was screaming back at him: Where the fuck are you going!? Adam get back here!

But the mother imp didn’t listen as he kept going. Soon enough he stopped in front of a pile of boxes.

Adam: Hello?

A small gasp could be heard from inside along with some shuffling.

Adam: Don’t be afraid, I just want to help.

Slowly but surely a small grey snout came into view.

Adam smiled: Hello there, what’s your name?

Lydia: ……Lydia.

Adam: It’s nice to meet you Lydia, can you come out?

Lydia: No…

Adam: Why not? If your lost I can help you return to your home-

Lydia: This is my home now.

Adam: Oh….where are your parents?

Lydia: …….Gone.

Adam’s heart dropped into his stomach: I see….is it just you now?

Lydia didn’t say anything so Adam assumed that was a yes.

Adam: Lydia I know I’m a stranger but….you don’t have to be alone anymore.

Lydia: I don’t?

Adam: No, in fact you can come with me to my home. It’s not much but it’s always open for more.

Adam had to wait a few moments as Lydia was most likely making up her mind. He’ll give her that, she most likely had been through so much.

Then all of a sudden a flash of fur sprinted from the box and there stood a little grey hound pup with long tangled black hair wearing a dirty plain black dress that reached over her knees and down to her feet.

The poor thing seemed so scared and tired. Which made sense since she was homeless in literal Hell.

But not anymore, she would never know the streets in this sense ever again.

He slowly opened his arms inviting her in and his heart broke further as she began to cry while flinging herself into them. He rubbed her back and held her tightly but softly.

Adam: Shhh it’s okay, it’s okay this nightmare is over, I’ve got you, I’ve got you Mamas got you.

He didn’t care if he had just met her, he didn’t care what Steve would say, or anyone else for that matter.

In this moment this little girl needed a mother and that would be him.

—

Adam blinked and he was back at the studio. Staring down at the dog with tears streaming down his face. It had gone deathly silent, even Lucifer had nothing to say.

Little Imp

@things-arent-what-they-seem66

In the dark fiery pit of Hell in the very top of the rings was Pride. In the ring there were many cities and districts. One of the most notable was Imp City.

A district just for the Hellborns to live in. Within an apartment complex, inside the home of a thirty-four-year-old imp was busy getting himself and his kids ready for the day.

Adam rushed as he put on his clothes for the day and grabbed everything that was needed while his kids sat at the kitchen table eating breakfast.

Adam: Okay, okay, okay, keys check, papers check, coffee, shit I need coffee.

The little imp rushed towards the pot and poured into his portable cup before going over to his kids. His sons were Cain, his ten-year-old, and Abel, his eight-year-old. They were old, chugging down the box of doughnuts while slurping milk.

All three boys were little imps with matching hair colors in white but in different styles. In fact, the only one who wasn't an imp in the household was the adopted hellhound daughter.

His eldest, Lydia, who was twelve, was eating her cereal while scrolling through her phone.

Adam: Okay, guys, I'm off Now remember, I don't get back until later this evening, so I'm putting your sister in charge of you boys.

The boys groaned and immediately started their protests. The young teen simply grinned up at them.

Lydia: You heard mom, I'm in charge, so you all have to do what I say!

Adam: Don't get carried away with power, little miss dictator.

He leans down to kiss her temple along with the rest of the children.

Adam: I love you all, have a good day, make sure they don't set the apartment on fire Lydia, I left some money for pizza, bye guys!

He then left his little ones in the care of his eldest and headed off to work.

--

Across from where Imp City rested, there stood a dark, imposing palace. No doubt the biggest in all of Pride, possibly even Hell itself. Inside there was only two residents.

A man and his daughter who were none other than the king and princess of Hell.

Lucifer awoke to a morning unlike any other. He looked to find his side of the bed as empty as it was the night before. It had been years since his wife left without a trace, but it still hurt like a fresh wound.

He knew deep down that their marriage was over way before she left but it didn't hurt any less. It wasn't even what hurt the most.

There was much more to say than just that.

But now was not the time to reopen past mistakes and memories. He got out of bed, quickly donning his robe before making his way to the kitchen.

Before doing so, he checked up on his sixteen-year-old, who was still fast asleep in her own bed.

Smiling that she was alright, he continued his trek down the stairs and to the kitchen, where he quickly whipped himself some pancakes and headed over to his table.

Sighing once more he dug into his meal while scrolling through his phone half mindedly.

As he did so, a servant popped in to give him his mail. He accepted and decided to see what he had. Going through it he came across an envelope.

Inside it was an invite from none other than the goetia princess herself, Stella. Lucifer immediately wrinkled his nose when he saw her name.

He had only met the woman once, but he could tell that there was only one word to properly define her.

Tacky

And that was just being generous.

He went through it and saw that it was an invitation to Stella and her husband's anniversary party. However, in the invite it was said that it was a celebration of not being divorced.

Lucifer: Good for them.

Lucifer muttered with an eye roll as he weighed in on going or not. It had been so long since he had been to an event such as this. Choosing instead to spend his days with his daughter or make armies of rubber ducks at a time.

But....he did miss interacting with other demons his own age, or well close to. It might also be nice to get some fresh air, plus a party is a party.

So, making up his mind, he decided to make an appearance tonight.

[literallypyro]

hey!! Could i request some fatherly platonic x reader headcanons or drabbles with Heavy, Engineer, and possibly Medic and/or Spy and an older teenage/young adult reader who is a merc but is obviously inexperienced with stuff so is protected, or trained, or comforted by the others? (Or really any other scenario you can think of!) Thank you!

AUGH, SUCH A GOOD IDEA

You gonna make me go feral tryna imagine these hoes as fathers 😔 I was listening to Dear Theodosia on loop while writing this 💀

Anywayyyyyyyyy, hope you enjoy!

We'll give the world to you, and you'll blow us all away

Heavy:

-He was extremely conflicted about it. You have so much at your fingertips, why choose something you might not be able to recover from? If the world learns you're a mercenary, you'll never be able to change paths if you change your mind in the future

-On the other hand, he's honored that you want to follow in his footsteps. It's like you confirmed he did a good job making you feel loved and cared for

-During missions, he'll keep an eye on you, but he wants to let you do things yourself. You won't get any better if he holds your hand through the whole thing

-If your first respawn scares you, he does his best to calm you down. He reminds you of grounding methods and helps you use them until you're calm "See? You are okay. You do well. Do not let this discourage you."

-If you want to use the same kind of miniguns he uses, he'll put you through so much strength and endurance training. After each session, he'll tell you he's proud and make sure you cool off and rest properly

-He lets you make his way up through his guns. Each time you improve enough, the gun improves

-If you get bummed about not improving as fast as you want to, he doesn't let you take it too harshly. He'll remind you how good you're doing and that not everyone could do what you can

-He also helps you with aiming, such as hitting enemies in the air. With every big improvement, he cheers with you and gives you a big hug

-He has the biggest look of pride on his face when he lets you use Sasha. He's literally about to cry when he sees you holding it

-If course, he's gonna teach you how to handle yourself when you run out of bullets. Quite possibly teaches you some boxing if you want

Engineer:

-The first thing he does is introduce you to the team. You can see how happy he is

-During missions, he lets you chill in his nest for a few minutes if you need to, but you'll have to go back out eventually

-He asks the others on the team to teach you how to handle their enemy counterparts

-He would've taught you about machines long before you became a mercenary since it'll help you with household and car maintenance. That being said, he'd be more than happy to teach you about the ones he uses for battle if you want

-He'll even teach you how to be sneaky when choosing spots for nests

-Definitely the type to hold your hand through it a little more, but not so much that it hinders your performance and learning

-Definitely gets revenge kills for you whenever you die and get sent to respawn. If you get scared on your first respawn, he tells you to either take the rest of the idea or hide in his nest until you calm down. Gives you a hug if you need it to calm down

-He can't help but chuckle when you get excited over getting a kill. I think we all kinda know this, but he's the type to brag about you to everyone on the way back to the residential part of the base

-Always tells you how good you're doing, but he isn't afraid to tell you what needs improvement

-He'll set aside a lot of time to help you in the areas you need to work on

-Whispers under his breath while watching you enjoy the thrill of battle "Look at you go, kid."

-Nothing gives him more pride than seeing you do good in battle. That type of pride that has him holding his hat to his chest with that trying-not-to-cry pain in his throat. It's like everything goes in slow motion and he can see light radiating from you

Medic:

-He's absolutely ecstatic! Just imagine it! Him and his child wreaking havoc in battle!

-He was clever and had you go through respawn before you had to go into battle so it wouldn't affect you when it was important

-If you want to have a job like his, the first thing he teaches you is staying alive. You can't heal or charge Uber if you die

-He teaches you all of the best and quickest routes to get out of danger and behind your team, where all the med packs are, and how to aim a syringe gun or crossbow

-Once you have a gang of the basics, he'll teach you everything you need to know about the different types of mediguns. He'll teach you how to maintain them, and might even have you help make them better

-He always prioritizes healing you if you're low on health, but that's as far as the hand-holding goes

-He cannot contain his happiness when you succeed in battle, no matter what kind of role you choose. "I will be proud, no matter what path you take. What's important is you are the one who chooses it."

-Nothing matter what, he won't let you get discouraged after a battle that you lost or wish you would've done better. Everyone has bad days, so don't let this one weigh you down. Think about what you did wrong and learn from it

-Takes you to your favorite restaurant or whatever after battles where you did really good or successfully did something you've been practicing. One of the best positive reinforcement fathers in the world, and I'm not letting anyone even try to convince me otherwise

-He is honored to have a kid like you. He isn't the type to cry from the intense emotion, but he is so proud of you that no words will ever be able to explain it

[mayrose713]

Beautifully Cruel World-Chapter 24

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Chapter 24

“Your alpha expressed to our receptionist when asking to move up your and Jisung’s appointments that you guys had a scary encounter with your grandparents while on your vacation?” Hayun, Y/n’s therapist sits in her chair with her legs crossed. “Wanna tell me about that?”

“My grandfather grabbed me.” The omega shrugs her shoulders. “I mean that’s something I’m pretty used to.”

“But he grabbed you hard enough for you to bruise.” She points at her still healing wrist. “And he hit you again, something you said last time he only did that once, when he got mad at you before you ran away.”

“I’ll be honest, I was always afraid he would hit me before that.” She sighs sitting back against the chair. “I’m more shocked he didn’t sooner.”

“Why do you think he hadn’t done it before that day?” Hayun tilts her head at the girl. 

“Because he wanted to keep the illusion that we were a perfect family to the rest of the pack and everyone else.” 

“But yet he still hit you in a public place this time.” The therapist points out. 

“I talked back to him in public this time.” Y/n mumbles. “I had never really done that before and especially not in public. Plus I was refusing to listen, saying I wasn’t going with them, that I was going to stay with Jisung and Changbin.”

“That really pissed your grandfather off huh?” 

“My grandfather is not only an alpha but the pack's alpha. You don’t talk back or disrespect your alpha, especially your pack alpha.” She rubs her wrist absentmindedly. “He had every right to get angry and hit me.” 

“Do you feel like Chan would do that if you spoke similarly to him or to any of your other alphas?” Hayun writes something down. 

“No.” Y/n quickly shakes her head. “They let the others speak to them however they want. There are times the alphas get a bit serious with situations and the others respect that but for the most part they don’t usually care.” She starts to smile remembering the morning on Jeju island they were going to the beach. “In fact Chan lets the younger alphas and even betas sometimes challenge him.”

“So then why do you feel like you have to make an excuse for your grandfather to act the way he did?” The older woman leans forward. 

“Because I’m an omega. We’re meant to be obedient and submissive. Seen, not heard.” 

“Do your current alphas expect that from you too?” Hayun finally feels like she is getting somewhere. 

“Well, no.” The omega starts to play with the strings on Changbin’s hoodie she’s wearing. “They actually encourage me to not.”

“So then why is it okay for your grandfather who didn’t even acknowledge you being an omega, and actually forced you to basically be a beta make you act like a ‘proper omega’? When the pack that allows you to be your true self lets you act the way you want?” Y/n looks down, refusing to make eye contact as the therapist speaks. “What your family did to you wasn’t right. So don’t feel like you need to make excuses for why they did everything. Because there are no good reasons for them to have done any of that stuff to you.”

She nods in understanding as she processes what’s been said. 

“I couldn’t help but notice the collar you’re wearing.” Hayun sets her pen and notebook down. “And you have a few claiming bites as well. Do you feel like you’re settling in well with your mates?”

“It was a bit rocky at first but I think going to Jeju helped.” Y/n starts to play with the crystal compass rose around her neck.

“Minho said on his phone call that he felt like the incident with your grandparents caused some setbacks? Said you stopped talking for a bit then was stuttering with the pack again. And you flinched away from one of your alpha’s touch.”

“I was just on edge at the time, why I flinched when Chan touched me, he scared me, but it was the only time it happened.”  

“Okay.” Hayun nods and writes down her thoughts. “Did you get to introduce your mates to your brother before you guys went on vacation?”

“Yeah, we met up with him for dinner the night before we left actually.” The omega smiles. “He seemed to really like them and was approving of them to be my mates.”

“That’s good.” The therapist nods. “And how have you felt about the anxiety meds? Do you feel like they help?”

She hesitates for a moment before deciding to lie. “Yeah.” 

“That’s good.” She nods. “How many have you been having to take a day?”

“Umm… usually two.” Y/n continues to lie but before anything else can be said there’s a knock on the office door causing both of them to turn.

“Come in.”

The door opens to reveal Jisung. “Sorry for interrupting, was just wondering if you guys were almost done?”

Hayun looks at the clock realizing they had gone over their time. “You’re fine, didn’t realize that our time was up.” She looks at the younger girl again. “I’ll see you again next time.”

“Thank you.” She stands and goes to the beta who takes her hand with a smile. “You good, Ji?”

“Yup, Min’s waiting for us, said we’ll meet with Chan at the courthouse with the restraining order to get it signed.” He looks at her, noticing she seems a bit distant and squeezes her hand. “Are you okay?” 

“Yeah.” 

 The beta eyes her a little as they walk out to the waiting area where Minho is sitting, on his phone who looks up when he smells his mate’s scents.

“Hey.” He stands and wraps them both in his arms. “How was it?”

“Good.” Jisung smiles. “It felt good getting my thoughts out.”

“That’s why we have you see them.” The alpha chuckles before turning to the girl and nudging her chin up with his finger so she looks at him. “Kitten?”

Y/n just gives a nod making the two boys frown and look at each other confused.

“Mr. Lee?” The receptionist comes up to them holding out some papers. “Here is the paper work you requested.”

“Thank you.” The two younger mates look at Minho confused as he takes the papers but he just shakes his head at them as if telling them not to ask. “Come on, we need to get going to meet with Chan.”

Jisung and Y/n give each other a look before following Minho out of the office and into the parking garage. Jisung opens the passenger door for the omega.

“I’m fine sitting in the back, Ji.” 

“I sat up front on our way here, it’s your turn.” He pushes her a little and she sighs getting in the car next to Minho as he closes the door behind her and gets in the back seat.

The alpha looks at both of them before reversing out of the parking spot unsure of what to say to them as it feels like neither of them are telling the truth about their therapy sessions. Though Jisung is doing a better job at hiding it, Minho knows the beta too well and can see past it.

The drive is relatively quiet as they go through the busy city before reaching just outside Seoul to the courthouse where Chan is standing out front waiting. Minho steps out of the car first giving the older male a look making him furrow his eyebrows as he walks over to the car where Y/n and Jisung are getting out. 

“Hey pups.” He kisses both of their foreheads and places a hand on both of their cheeks to make them look up at him. “You guys okay?”

“Yeah.” Jisung replies too quickly. “You know how therapy can feel a bit draining afterwards.”

The oldest alpha eyes them both before nodding, deciding to accept that answer for now as they need to get the restraining order signed right now and can deal with their emotions later. 

“Let’s go in. I had already checked in and we’re just waiting for the judge to be done with another case first.” He holds Y/n’s hand as they walk into the building, Minho following behind holding Jisung's hand. 

When they get into the waiting area they all take a seat and Minho hands Chan the papers the receptionist gave him. Chan adds it to a folder of other papers Y/n didn’t realize he had with him and eyes him. 

“What is all of that?”

“It’s mainly for precaution.” Chan doesn’t look at her as he puts the folder to the side. “I’m hoping I won’t have to use any of it because the police report should be enough but it’s just in case.”

The omega eyes him for a second before sighing and sitting back in the chair, crossing her leg over the other and shakes her foot anxiously catching all three males attention. 

“Angel.” Jisung says just above a whisper as he leans forward to look at her over Minho and Chan. “Did you take your anxiety meds?”

She hesitates before looking at all three of them and the 2 alphas are giving her a look of don’t lie, making her sigh. “No.”

“Baby girl, you need to be taking them.” 

“You won’t know if they’ll actually help you if you don’t try.” Minho reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small pill case and reaches over to hand it to her. “Take one of the ones on the moon side.” 

She looks down at the case confused before looking at the alpha again. “What’s on the sun side?”

“Jisung’s anxiety pills.” He places a hand on said boy's thigh. “He sometimes forgets his too so I keep a pill case of it on me all the time. After Jeju I took some of yours and placed it in the other compartment of the case.”

Y/n nods and opens the moon side of the case and pulls one pill out before handing it back to him. Chan then hands her a small cup of water the receptionist had offered them when they walked in and she takes the pill. 

“Hopefully it’ll take effect before you go in.” The beta gives her a smile. “At least calm your nerves a bit.”

“Please start trying to take them.” Chan places a hand on her cheek, thumb rubbing against it a little. “I already told you that if you don’t like how they make you feel then we can slowly get you off of them and tell your therapist and psychiatrist. But we need to know first if they are helping you or not.”

“Okay.”

They sit there quietly waiting for the judge, Jisung occasionally whispering to Minho which wasn’t unusual until the beta let out a small, almost unheard whimper and his scent was a little off. 

“What’s wrong?” Chan looks over at the two, concerned. 

“Sungie’s feeling a bit overwhelmed.” Minho explains as he’s rubbing his back. “He’s wanting to go home. Will you guys be okay without us?”

“Yeah.” Chan nods and looks over at the girl who also nods.

Chan stands up with them and hugs Jisung, whispering something in his ear before kissing his lips. Minho goes to Y/n and kneels in front of her so he can be eye level with her. 

“Don’t worry too much, okay?” He places his hand on her knees. “Chan’s got this, he knows what to do and is prepared for pretty much anything. I’ll take Jisung home and he’ll be okay, so don’t be worrying about him either. He just gets overwhelmed sometimes after going to therapy, we’ll all take care of him at home.”

She gives a small nod looking over at the youngest of the males before looking back at the alpha. “Okay, I’ll see you at home.” 

He smiles and kisses her before standing up again. Jisung reaches out and squeezes her hand before leaving with Minho, Y/n watching the two until they are outside and she can no longer see them out the window. 

“Miss L/N.” The receptionist calls, making her turn to look over at her. 

Chan stands up and reaches his hand out to her as he grabs the file folder. “Let’s go.” 

She takes a deep breath and takes his hand as he leads her into the courtroom behind the receptionist where the judge is already sitting. They are led to a small podium in front of the judge as he is looking over some papers in his hand but they can’t see what's on them as his name plate, with Judge Choi on it, is in the way. She can tell he is an alpha which frightens her a bit since he is older and probably thinks the same way her grandparents do. 

“Miss Y/n L/N?” Choi looks up at the two but narrows in on the girl before looking at Chan. “And who are you, young man?”

“Christapher Bang Chan, your honor.” He gives a small bow. “I’m Y/n’s pack alpha.”

He nods before looking back at Y/n. “Miss L/n, I see here a police report from Jeju Island and with it a protective order you are wanting to file against your grandparents, Dohyun and Kyunghee Kang, is that correct?”

“Yes, your honor.”

“Looking over the report, I see a statement from both Mr. and Mrs. Kang stating that you are not mentally sane and had actually run away for two weeks before showing up at Jeju and that they were just trying to get you back when an alpha attacked them.”

The omega's stomach drops hearing the judges words as she fears he might side with her grandparents and do something to send her back to them instead of signing the restraining order. 

Chan places a hand on her lower back as he clears his throat. “In all do respect your honor, if you look further into that police report you will see multiple witness statements saying that it was Mr. Kang who attacked Y/n first and that one of my alphas who was with her was just defending her. There are also photos of the damage he did from grabbing her wrist and slapping her, both of which she still has bruising from today.” 

Choi looks further over the report before looking up at Y/n, seeing the still slightly bruised cheek then wrist that Chan holds up. “Also, if they were concerned for her well being wouldn’t they have filed a missing persons report on her as soon as they would have been allowed to after she ran away? And if they had, it would have gotten put in that report since she was found but I’m sure there isn’t anything about them reporting her as missing is there?”

The judge flips through the papers a few times before shaking his head. “There is nothing in here about a missing persons report being filed for Miss L/n by her family.” 

“I also have paperwork in here…” Chan holds up the file folder. “... from both Y/n’s psychiatrist and therapist about her mental sanity stating that she is in fact mentally sane, just traumatized. Which is not shocking as in that file is also paperwork from her doctor from when Y/n first came to my pack and we took her to the doctor to be treated for bruising, an infected gash, possible broken ribs and malnourishment. Which is when we also found out from blood work that her family was making her get suppressant injections to not only suppress everything omega about her, including her heats, but it also suppressed her appetite.”

Choi motions for the bailiff to take the folder from Chan which she does and brings it to him and looks over everything. They see his eyes widen at a few things in the paperwork before closing the file and setting it with the police report.

“You came thoroughly prepared Mr. Bang.” The older male looks down at them from where he’s sat. “Very well, with everything provided it is obvious that a protective order should be in place for Miss L/n against her grandparents as they have shown to be more harmful to her than anything.” He pulls something out and writes some stuff down on it before signing it. “We’ll have a copy of this ready for you guys before you leave and we will make sure that both Dohyun and Kyunghee Kang are served with this protective order and will not be allowed within three hundred feet of Miss L/n for the next two years. If they break this or you feel like after the two years they are causing you problems again, we can revisit this.”

“Thank you, your honor.” Y/n bows with relief, glad to know that she won't have to worry about her grandparents for a long while.

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[wettblanket]

got de-aging on my mind...ford makes what he thinks is a muscle relaxant/healing salave and applies some to himself. he feels great! might as well slather more on! he also rubs it over stan while he's asleep without asking. ford thinks he's doing this quiet subtle nice thing for his twin.

but then they both wake up the next morning, sleepily going through their routine when they notices how differently the other looks in the mirror. and HOLY SHIT WHY DO YOU LOOK LIKE THAT?!? screaming and pointing at each other.

stan de-aged back to mullet era (some time before the portal incident) and ford de-aged back to a teen. ford is all wide eyed and sciencey bc this wasn't supposed to be the outcome. what went wrong? how did he mange this? he's scribbling frantic notes in his journal.

stan on the other hand is going thru it. these were essentially the worst years of his life. he does not want to relive them. he gets pissed. ford basically experimented on him without his consent. it doesn't feel good. they start arguing. ford doesn't want to admit he might have misstepped, insisting stan would have agreed anyway, but stan is adamant that he likes being an old man, he's proud of living for so long. ford doesn't get it, this is a perfect opportunity at a life they both missed out on.

they get into a bit of a tug of war over ford's journal, unhappy flashbacks for both of them but they can't seem to stop themselves from fighting. ford is weirdly stronger than stan, questioning him in half concern half exasperation bc even this his twin can't take seriously "how are you weaker than me?" to which stan shouts back "I'M FUCKING STARVING TO DEATH ASSHOLE!!" and finally sheds some light on his side of things.

cue ford doing everything he can to figure out how to reverse the effects. any time spent together is strained and tense. ford hates it. he didn't mean to do this, set them back to square one. so he finally apologizes and tries explaining his reasoning. stan thinks its sweet but ultimately sticks with his first answer. he would not have agreed to this if asked. even if it was ford asking. of course ford feels even guiltier but sees he's being let in. he probes his brother abt why he feels this way.

this opens up the floodgates and stan blurts out everything, how scared he is to touch anything since he feels like he'll break it/ruin it/fuck it up somehow bc that's all this version of himself knew how to do, how worried he is that ford will notice this and throw him away again and he'll be left with nothing, how terrified he is to be around teen ford's face bc it just amplifies all these feelings. this is version of his twin that did do all those things.

ford is crushed. he thought they were making progress, repairing their relationship. he would never get rid of stan, no matter what happened between them. ford does everything he can to hammer that into his brother's skull as he works on the cure. he's not afraid of stan. in fact quite the opposite. this is a side of his twin he never got to know. it both eye opening and sad. he learns a lot abt how someone acts when starving and the effects it has on the body. stan deserved so much better. ford can't believe himself for leaving his brother out to dry.

so he makes a plan. the best way to show, to prove, to stan that he's being honest when he says he wants to spend the rest of his life with stan. a little bit of flirtation, a little bit of kissing and grinding, and ford requests that stan fuck him. stan is hesitant but ford pushes, being all "I trust you" and "you could never hurt me" and "I'll prove it if you let me". stan eventually caves, how could you not with ford's teenage puppy dog eyes.

tender trusting sex happens and stan does feel a difference now that ford's proved his point. he doesn't feel as disgusting, or as outcast. ford trusts him. with his body, with his mind, with everything.

they slowly build back the foundations of their relationship as ford keeps working on a cure <3

[cakeofhorrors]

💥 HOT TAKE ON THE NEW OUTLAST TRIALS UPDATE 💥

it’s …. a little disappointing. don’t get me wrong, the new puzzles and shopping mall map is an absolute delight! the twins look amazing! the new mk challenges are fun! i love how the high school looks very similar to the interior of the school in outlast 2!

but i fear it’s lacking in terms of the new prime assets. for one, otto & arora don’t get their own little intro when you enter the trial. in every other big trial, the prime assets make an appearance and have their own little monologue to get us familiar with them ( ex: mother gooseberry greeting us at the fun park with her song and drilling away a face, coyle torturing the snitch, franco curled up on a beheaded big grunt) … they give us a grasp of who they are as a character and why we should be afraid of them. the twins don’t get that luxury and start to roam the map without as much as a voice line.

like seriously, i opened a door trying to bring a fuse to the fuse box and they’re there??? like it scared me but it was very unexpected!

ANOTHER THING about the twins is how silent they are. silent to the point where you can’t even understand what they’re saying and the subtitles don’t catch it. when we finally see them in a mini cutscene above the fountain, they’re saying things but 1) it’s hard to hear and 2) the subtitles again, don’t show.

i also wish they had at least one mk trial but i understand they technically gave them to both coyle and franco … but i wanted to goof around in the mall more.

ONTO TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES UHHHH!!! the event isn’t working properly —- the variators won’t show up, you only get one token atm, no rebirth tokens, no quests being accomplished even if you’ve done them right.

BUT IT’S ALL JUST DAY ONE OF THE MAJOR UPDATE SO OBVIOUSLY I KNOW THAT HOTFIXES ARE COMING!!! i just wanted to voice my opinion!

in conclusion: i fear kress twins were hyped up just to be mediocre at best in terms of having swag and substance…. literally they didn’t even give the prime assets reacting to one another but they did it right away with franco’s release…..

[kabr0ztrousers]

Its meeee again 🦨

Could you do a fic where reader finds themself getting fucked by some kinda of lovecraftian creature? Maybe the creature disguises themself as a human at first then slowly reveals their true form and nefarious (fun) intentions with the reader once they’ve been corrupted?

Kabr0z Writes episode 164: The Creeping Chaos

Find the rest of the Kabr0z Writes anthology here!

Ao3!

CWs: cosmic horror; derealization; themes of stalking; there's not much actual sex in this one... Still worth a read though

A/N: An excuse to reread Nyarlathotep? Say no more!

Although after having read the story I've just written, actually having done that may have wound up skewing the final product. Somewhere along the way I realised you just wanted to fuck a fishman, not have your brain pried open by an outer god.

Eh, enjoy!

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He caught your eye on the subway. Then in the street. Again at the café. Tall, bronze-skinned, athletically built, clad all in black, close-cropped hair framing an angular face with those piercing golden eyes. When you finally saw him sat on a park bench, the light fading on your commute home, you had to speak with him

“I knew you'd be here” He seemed to look through you “The stars foretold it.”

That should've scared you off. It didn't. “I live here. Just a few houses away. Who are you?”

Again, that gaze that wasn't exactly regarding you. The strange stare as if of something that hadn't quite decided whether or not “That is where you rest. Where you live is simply where you are alive. Are you quite sure you are?”

You frowned. What does that even mean?

“Who even are you anyway? And why are you just talking in riddles?”

“I am not a who. I am not a what. I am not even a why. I am a how. You are a you.” He stood up “Now you have tarried here overlong. You must return to your nest”

For once you agreed with… Whoever this creep is. You hurried home, keys clutched between your fingers, makeshift knuckledusters in case you saw him again, looking over your shoulder every few steps though you never saw him. The shadows lengthened about you as you paced, the world casting into sharp contrast of reddish evening light against spreading darkness as you finally unlocked your door, stepping inside and making sure to latch the chain behind you. You're not taking any chances.

The house was hot and dry. Like when someone runs an electric heater for too long on a cold December night, not the sticky damp heat of a British summer. You'd been to Morocco once, taken a tour of the Sahara, felt the lingering warmth rising from the endless sand as the merciless sun beat down upon you. Eyes squinting from the reflected light, your shadow a tiny oasis of dark in an endless blinding sea. You could not see. You could not see. You could not see.

Your eyes opened. You were sitting on your bed. The light was off. The windows were open. No light entered through the open curtains, the outside world a starless void. Your door hung open. Golden eyes regarded you from the blackened space it once occupied.

“Good. Now, girl-thing. It is time.”

The figure was next to you. Did it move? Did you? Arms upon arms embraced you. Eyes within eyes transfixed you. You looked upon that face which was not a face and you screamed. And you laughed. And you ran. And you stayed. And you were afraid. And you were serene.

You woke up. There he was still. Human once more. Looming over you. You were outside now, naked as the day you were born, lying on the grass.

His eyes fixed yours as he entered you. The shape within you kept changing. Sharp. Round. Large. Small. Thick. Thin. Both moving and static. Both painful and soothing.

You felt yourself folding. Or maybe you were unfolding? Unravelling like a poorly knit scarf, roughly frogged by unskilled hands. Ready to be woven anew.

You heard them. A chorus of a million millions. The sound of the end of all things and the beginning of the next. Snippets of names, dates, punctuated by cruel mocking laughter and terrified maddened screams.

It did not frighten you. Nothing would ever frighten you. You were apart from fear now. Apart from fear, from anger, from sorrow, from joy, from laughter. You had glimpsed the face of God and it was not weeping. It was cold.

Grey.

Dead.

You never saw the golden-eyed man again. Not directly. But every time you turned your head. Every mirror you glanced into. Every corner you passed by, he was there. And he never left your side

[inkskinned]

we were sitting on the floor and i was cutting out tiny pictures to make a collage for a friend's birthday. you were on your phone and you laughed about something, and i was still in love with you then, so i asked what had you giggling.

"sorry. i was just..." you took a moment and went back to texting. "i was telling someone about how you're afraid of the dark."

i'm afraid of the dark because something bad happened. "oh." i felt a little slinky of shame crawl down my throat.

you glanced up, and maybe it showed on my face, because you rolled your eyes and held the phone to the side casually so i could see the group chat. "what? was it a secret?"

i looked down to the scissors in my hand. "i just..." no, it's not a secret. it just felt like something private, something serious. saying why would you tell someone that just feels like an accusation. it's unfair. i honestly am not even ashamed of it, it's just a fact about my person that i don't usually share.

what a strange experience. is this a human thing or a generational thing? for our grandparents: did they need to worry about how quickly someone can just... share your personal information? again, i didn't even really have a true objection. what could i say? i want any person in my life to feel they can be honest with their friends. it's not like i said don't tell anyone this.

i cut out another letter to complete the rainbow happy birthday, started hunting for the exclamation mark. i heard you sigh dramatically.

"don't make a big deal about this," you said.

this entire conversation was a pattern for us, and this was when we got to my least favorite part of the pattern. i would get my feelings hurt in some oblique not-technically-terrible way, and then it would be making a big deal about something. you'd get frustrated for me for being soft, but i was born soft. you knew i was soft when you pierced me. it's one of the things that made controlling me so easy.

"i'm not," i felt my voice crack. the question came without my wanting. "why are you guys talking about me?" and why are you saying that thing? why not like - i'm telling them how you're generous and kind and pretty.

you let out this low, tragic groan. "oh my god." you tossed the phone away from your body. "there, see? i just won't talk to them if you don't like it."

the rest of the hour went the way it always went, between us: i said i don't actually mind if you talk to your friends but -, you found a way to call my minor expression of discomfort "being dramatic." you got upset that i had been offended. i ended up apologizing, even though i hadn't actually done anything.

afterwards, you picked up the phone again. after texting for a little bit, you snorted. "okay," you said, "but it is kind of funny you're afraid of the dark. i mean, when you think about it."