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captain039 · 5 months ago

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PART 4 Daddy’s Little Girl

Logan x reader

Warnings: Age gap (early twenties reader), swearing, first times, virgin reader, plus size reader, tension, oral f receiving, smut, daddy kink, dom! logan, Abuse (Not from Logan), anxiety, depression, mention of self-harm scars, reader has muscle issues and body pain, angst, possessive Logan

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Sitting there on Logan’s couch is strange, he’s made a few phone calls no doubt to Jason, Graham, Thomas and Frank. He explains briefly what’s going on, and how you both will be taking some time off for a bit. He hangs up his last call and sighs a little while you watch the fire.

“Hey,” Logan says walking and crouching in front of you. It’s strange as his hand grabs your now red and aching one and runs his thumb over it gently.

“Gave him a hell of a punch” he smirks and a small smile comes to your lips as you nod before it disappears, you don’t have anywhere to go to and little money to stay anywhere.

“What’s going on in that pretty head?” He asks thumb still gently caressing your hand.

“I’ve got nowhere to go, I don’t have enough money either” you sag.

“Hey, hey don’t worry about it, right now you’ll stay here I’ve got a spare room, and we’ll buy you some things too,” he says eyes warm and full of sincerity.

“Wait a week ok? Then we’ll figure everything out” he says and you nod exhaustedly. He stands and presses his lips to your forehead before grabbing his phone.

“I’m afraid I’ve only got microwave meals, delivery doesn’t come this far” he says.

“It’s ok” you shrug not feeling overly hungry.

“What do you feel like? I’ve got Mac and cheese, lasagne, spaghetti, some steak and potatoes” he lists off and you pick your favourite one. You listen to the microwave beep and hum and some utensils clattering before Logan walks back to the couch. He hands you the plastic tub with a tea towel under it and a fork before sitting down beside you.

“Feel like some TV?” He asks and you nod blowing gently on the steaming meal. You eat and watch in silence today going over your mind as it darkens outside. You’re tired by the end of your meal, wanting to curl up and sleep, you want your soft blanket from home one your mum bought you.

“Do you wanna get some sleep bub?” Logan asks softly and you nod yawning as he stands taking your dish.

“Give me a minute” he says and you stretch and sigh a bit as you stand and watch Logan’s back. You really want a hug. You walk over as he cleans the forks, quietly and hesitantly. You stand a little ways away from him before he glances at you smiling a bit before furrowing his brows as he finishes and drys his hands.

“You alright?” He asks and you nod fiddling with your nails.

“What is it?” He asks and you hesitate looking at the ground.

“Can-“You stop flushing and feeling stupid, you’re a grown woman.

“You can tell me” he whispers finger going under your chin to lift your head as you look to his kind eyes.

“Can I have a hug” you mumble barely audible but he smiles nodding as he wraps his arms around you and you sigh and sag against him. You close your eyes cheek pressed against his chest your arms around his waist. He’s so muscular under the baggy jumper he has on. You let go knowing it’d be weird and he lets you out of his embrace giving you a small smile.

“Come on,” he says holding your hand. You frown a little but he leads you down the hall to the second door on the right. It’s a spare room a big double bed and a clean dark blue coloured quilt.

“This alright?” He asks walking in as he opens the sliding door on the wall to the wardrobe. He pulls out a few blankets none soft like you were hoping. They’re thick though made to keep you warm but a little weird to touch. He lays them down on the small couch chair in the corner by the bedside table.

“Yeah,” you say quietly it’s a lot better.

“Do you want a change of clothes?” He asks and you hesitate.

“They won’t fit” you mutter and he frowns looking at you and then down his form.

“Hang on,” he says heading out and to the first door down the hall. You hear him rummage before he comes back with a dark blue long-sleeve shirt and some pants. You raise an eyebrow slightly did he not hear you?

“We’ll go shopping tomorrow” he says lying the clothes on the bed and your breath hitches.

“Get some sleep though alright?” He says turning to you and you nod still by the doorway. He walks over and you look up slightly to keep his gaze before he dips down his lips pressing to your forehead.

“Night” he says heading out the door and closing it softly.

“Night” you mutter.

You change into the long sleeve shirt he gave you, it smells like him, it’s a little tight but it just passes your butt. You discard the pants on the chair and sit on the edge of the bed staring at the grey carpet in the dark. You feel tears in your eyes and quickly wipe them away, but they keep coming and you sag lying down on the pillow and cry silently. You don’t dare look at your phone knowing it’ll be blown up with messages from your father. You lie there eyes open even if the exhaustion is ever pressing. You don’t want to be here, you don’t want to be home either. You don’t really know where you want to be. You do. Your mind wanders to the man in the other room who took you under his wing and beat your father bloody. The one who kissed you so passionately it made you lose your breath and mind. The one you’ve known for years now but hardly know. You look at the time seeing bright numbers 12:32 on the clock. You huff sitting up and opening your door softly. The fires still burning softly even while everything else is asleep, you head to Logan’s room seeing his door open. You hesitate at the doorway hearing snores. You shouldn’t wake him not after everything you put him through. You curse silently opening the door a little more and cursing when it squeaks.

“Bub?” You hear groggily.

“Sorry” you mutter as he turns the lamp on rubbing his eyes. You realise he’s got no shirt on either.

“You’re alright, what’s the matter?” He asks voice filled with sleep.

“I-“ you stutter shaking your head.

“Sorry for waking you,” you say turning to leave but he calls your name making you stop.

“What’s the matter?” He asks firmer and you hate how it makes you comply.

“Can I sleep here, with you?” You mutter embarrassed. A small smile graces his lips and a soft look passes over before he lifts the free side of the bed. You walk over forgetting you're in underwear and his shirt before you’re lying down. He lies the quilt over as you get comfortable on your side while he stays on his back and turns the lamp off, the moonlight still shining in through the large open window.

“Ok?” He asks and you nod humming a little.

“Alright” he says patting your naked thigh making you freeze. He doesn’t seem bothered as he closes his eyes again. His breathing evens out and you listen to it before you fall asleep yourself.

You awake overly warm and no thudding downstairs. You’re confused before you feel something breathing against your head and frown. You’re awake quickly remembering what happened. Logan’s pressed against you, his arm around your waist keeping you close, naked chest against your back. You forget what breathing is as he moans softly in his sleep his hips pressing against your something evidently hard against your back. His hand clenches your stomach his hips grinding again. Your cheeks go warm as you hear him breathe deeply and wake up. You’re lying frozen as he wakes up.

“Fuck” he says quietly rolling onto his back. You feel him shuffle a sigh leaving his lips as you pretend you’re asleep. You feel him get up and tuck the blanket back before you see his naked back heading into the bathroom.

Your breath finally leaves your lungs and you open your eyes cheeks and inner thighs warm. You breathe shakily leaving his bed and heading back to the spare bedroom.

You put on your old jeans hoping they don’t smell too bad. You desperately need to wash your clothes. You hear the shower turn off, listen to him walk to the kitchen first you assume and then he’s coming back to your room.

“Morning,” he says and you don’t dare meet his eyes.

“Morning,” you say glancing at the clock. You slept in a few hours.

“Want coffee? Tea? Breakfast?” He asks as you look at him, his hair a little damp his little tufts usually stuck up flatter, beard freshly trimmed.

“Breakfast?” You ask and he hums cocking his head for you to follow. You do grabbing your phone and turn it on seeing the mess. You gulp a little putting it in your pocket before going to the kitchen.

“Got cereal, toast, I can make a shake” he says holding up a protein packet.

“Just toast please” you say and he hums listing off some toppings before you pick. Your phone buzzes and you see your dad’s name making you panic. Logan frowns looking at the screen a snarl on his lips.

“Ignore him” he says in an order and you nod shrinking back a little.

You eat breakfast in silence, trying not to meet his eyes and thinking about the way his dick felt against you. You warm every time you think about it.

“Shall we head into town?” He asks after you have breakfast and you nod. You ignore the texts and calls as you check your bank account, you have a few hundred saved, which should be enough hopefully. You head to the small mall first heading to the clothing store. You grab basic things, some pants, shirts and jumpers, keeping count on your calculator, Logan following you silently, saying hello to those he apparently knew in the small town.

“Um” you stop and he gives you his attention.

“I need underwear,” you say and you swear you see his cheeks go red.

“Yeah of course, I’ll uh, go to the men’s bit” he mutters scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. You smile a bit shaking your head you grab a simple pack of underwear and two bras trying to hide them under what you’ve picked up. You freeze though seeing a familiar worn denim cap and face. He spots you too a mix of emotions on his face before you almost run to Logan. You panic hearing your father call your name as you rush to the men’s bit seeing Logan’s figure.

“Logan” you say panicked and he instantly turns around walking to you, hands on your shoulders grounding you. You want to hide against him as you see your father and he stops seeing Logan.

“I warned you” Logan growls voice dark. You don’t dare look at your father’s beaten face, your knuckles tingling. Logan clicks his tongue at him and your father curses but turns and leaves.

“You got what you need?” He asks and you nod words not happening.

“Hey,” Logan tilts your chin up as you shake a little.

“He won’t do anything, not while I’m here” he says it calms you briefly, he’s not going to always be there though, not when he realises what you want.

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bloatedandalone04 · 6 months ago

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Bets & Bargains - Part 9

Series Masterlist

➪in which you and bradley are happy and content with each other, but the girl he’s trying to keep in his past keeps trying to insert herself back in his life.

PSA: strongly suggested to read the warnings before proceeding.

WC; 4k | Do not repost this anywhere, reblogs are fine ♡

Now that the topic of sex had been discussed, you felt totally and completely comfortable with Bradley.

He didn’t want to rush into things if you didn’t, and that turned you on, strangely enough.

When Bradley left your place after that not-as-embarrassing as you thought it would be talk with him, you were left wanting him more than ever. How did you land yourself such a great boyfriend? And why did it take you so long to realize that the way Luke treated you was not at all the way a boyfriend should?

With Bradley, it felt right, it felt easy. He made you feel wanted and desired and like he actually wanted to be with you. When you were with Luke, it felt that way in the beginning, but slowly things started to fade, and it started pretty much right when he began asking for blowjobs and stating that you would get nothing in return.

Yeah, you should’ve seen the signs way earlier.

Unsurprisingly, the next day while you were in Eric Clarke’s class, you were thinking about Bradley. This was actually the class he walked you to the day after your first date at the gardens, funnily enough, so it was kind of obvious why you had a hard time focusing during the three hour lesson.

When the class ended, you were putting your journal and notebooks in your bag when Clarke - who very stoically asked to be called that on the first day of class - came up to your table that was in the middle row. “Miss Y/l/n,” he greeted, his eyes showing his older age as they wrinkled when he smiled down at you. He wasn’t too old, maybe in his early forties, if the gray hairs scattered around were anything to go by.

You looked up at him, your hand pausing halfway into your bag. “Oh, hi,” you say back, dropping your pencil into your bag before slinging it over your shoulder.

“I was hoping to speak to you privately about your recent assignment,” he started, leaning against the table and looking around at the others as they walked out of the room.

Fuck. The last assignment you turned in was one you were not confident about in the slightest. It was due yesterday, and you had to quickly write something up as soon as you got back home from Bradley’s place Monday night, right after he went down on you like a starved man.

To say you weren’t focused would be the biggest understatement. And Bradley was one hundred percent to blame for it.

“Oh,” you trail off, your brows dropping a bit as you look up at him. “It’s bad, right? I didn’t do very well?”

Clarke waited until it was just you and him left in the room before turning back to you and shaking his head. “Quite the opposite, actually,” he said and your brows lifted again.

“Wait, seriously?” You asked in disbelief, almost certain that the assignment was the worst one you had ever submitted in your entire life. “I thought I bombed it.”

“No,” he laughed, his eyes flickering down your body before settling back on yours. “It was good. Really good; well written, thought out, and not to mention the grammar was pretty much flawless.”

Now you were beginning to think he was just messing with you. The writing piece you turned in was bland, a bit boring and rushed, that much you knew. But maybe not? Why would your instructor lie to you? “Oh…really?” You ask again, feeling your phone vibrate from its place in your bag. “I wasn’t confident about it at all.”

Clarke nodded, crossing his arms and showing off his muscles against his tight fitting button up. You didn’t spend too long looking at them, out of respect for your teacher. If you were a few years older and attracted to guys twice your age, you’d be all over that, but thankfully you weren’t. “Of course there were a few errors here and there, but overall it was great,”

You smiled up at him. “Thank you,” then you looked around and noticed just how close he was to you now that you were alone. You look back at him with a smaller smile, “Is that all? I have another class right after this one.”

You didn’t, but you weren’t feeling all that comfortable right now. “Yes, that’s all,” he replied and thankfully stood back up to his full height, moving away from you. “Good work, Y/n.”

You give him another smile and quickly stand up, reaching for your phone as you exit the room. Just as your fingers brushed against it inside your bag, you bumped into someone in the hall and you instantly forgot about your quest of finding it. “I’m sorry,” you rush to say, but you immediately recognize the deep laugh of Bradley. You look up and meet his brown eyes, your gaze softening as you grin up at him. “Hi.”

“Hi,” he said back, resting his hands on your hips as he leans down to press a kiss to your lips. You kiss him back, your previous feeling of uneasiness washing away as you practically melt against him. “Did you get my text?” He asked when he pulled away.

You place your hands on his chest, shaking your head. “No, I haven’t checked my phone yet,” you answer, looking up at him. “Clarke kept me back for a few minutes after class.”

“Clarke, huh?” He teased, squeezing your hips playfully. “Should I be worried?”

You roll your eyes and gently push him away from you but then take his hand when he holds it out to you with a laugh. The two of you begin to walk down the hall towards the exit, your free hand pulling out your phone to check his text. You blush when you read it, looking over at him and leaning up to kiss his cheek. “I missed you too,” you beam, lacing your fingers with his. “And yes, you can walk me home after class.”

“Oh, good,” he laughed, holding up your joined hands. “Because this would’ve been really fucking awkward if you said no.”

You shake your head as you walk through the campus, and when you get to your building, you turn to look up at him. “Come in with me? Please?”

Bradley grinned down at you, squeezing your hand. “I was really hoping you’d ask me that,”

You were blushing as you guided him inside and right past Sam, who was sitting on the couch and looking up at the two of you with a scowl on her face. Bradley lifted his hand in a cocky wave as you passed her, and you held back a laugh as you pulled him down the hall and into your room. He turned to you with a smirk as you closed the door behind him, then he let his gaze drift around your room, and you realized he had never been in here before.

Now you were a bit nervous as you looked around your room as well, taking in the clutter. “Sorry, it’s kind of messy,” you trail off, dropping your bag onto the floor next to your dresser.

“Kind of messy?” He repeated with a laugh, letting you take his bag off his shoulder and drop it next to yours. “If this is ‘kind of messy’, what would you call my room?” He asked as he did one more scan before turning to you.

“Unorganized, untidy, cluttered, chaotic, maybe,” you listed and he raised his brow at you as he stepped forward and placed his hands on your hips.

“It’s not that bad and you know it,” he mumbled, pulling you close to him. His gaze softened as you smiled up at him, bracing your hands on his chest. “Is that Sam out there?”

Your smile faltered a bit as you looked down at his plain gray shirt. “Yeah,” you answer quietly, smoothing out the fabric with your fingers. “We haven’t been talking much. It kinda sucks. I miss her even though she’s right across the hall from me.”

Bradley hums, lifting his hand and tugging at your bottom lip with his thumb as he presses a kiss to your forehead. “Maybe I should go formally introduce myself to the person who can’t seem to stop upsetting my girl,” he mumbled against your skin and made a move to open the door, but you just laughed and pulled him further away from it.

“No,” you shook your head with a smile and tugged him towards your bed. “She’ll probably end up yelling at you and I’ll feel even more embarrassed.”

Bradley sat back against your headboard as he kept his fingers laced with yours. “Maybe I’ll hold off then,” he said, gently pulling on your hand until you were sitting next to him. “But I got you to laugh, though.”

You smile, moving to snuggle against his side as his arm wrapped around your shoulders. “Yeah,” you whispered, laying your head on his chest. “You did.”

He leaned down to press a kiss to the top of your head. “I want to take you out on a date,” he stated, making your smile grow as you propped your chin on his shoulder and looked up at him.

“Another one?” You teased, referring to the many dates you’ve already had with him. “What did you have in mind?”

Bradley looked in thought for a second before he said, “The beach,”

You raised a brow, “The beach?” You echoed, lifting yourself a bit higher so you could look him in the eye. “You mean the one that’s like a three hour drive away?”

He shrugged, “I can make it in two,” then grinned as he added, “Yeah, that’s the one.”

“You want to drive there?” You asked for clarification, playing with his fingers as you looked up at him.

“Yeah. You, me and the Jeep. My two girls,” he laughed and you blushed. “Plus, the drive will be like a test to see if we can put up with each other for that long.”

A laugh leaves your lips as you lean up to press a kiss to his jaw. “That’s a good point,” you agree. “What day?”

“Saturday?” He suggests, pulling you closer to him. “It’s supposed to be really hot and since summer is almost over, it shouldn’t be too crowded.”

You smile, leaning up higher to press a soft kiss to his mouth. “That actually sounds perfect,”

Bradley smiles back and kisses you again. “I’ll pick you up Saturday morning,” he mumbled against your lips and you nodded before kissing him for quite a while after.

The next day you were sitting on Bradley’s bed, your back propped against his knees as he leaned against his headboard. Your notebook was open on your thighs as you skimmed through the few notes you were able to write down during your lecture with Mal Scott, an instructor you actually really liked but had a hard time keeping up with.

Bradley was flipping through an old jet manual he said he found in his dad’s things, and the way he said it showed just how much he was used to not having a father figure, or a mother figure, around anymore. It made you sad, but that was a topic for further down the road.

You were trying to figure out if the letter on the paper was an e or a c when Bradley leaned in and placed his hands on your hips after setting the manual aside. “I’ll be right back,” he murmured, dipping his head down to press a kiss to the side of your mouth before he gently pushed you forward enough until he was able to slip out from under you.

You watched as he walked towards the small bathroom he had attached to his room, the one you were secretly jealous of since he has a fucking bathroom attached to his room, before looking back down at your notes.

Only a few seconds had passed before his phone went off from its place on the bed next to you. You glanced over at it, unsure if you were at the point in your relationship in which it was okay for you to check your boyfriend’s phone or not. After a few more seconds, you decide to leave it be and return your gaze to your book.

But then it went off again. And again. And then one more time and you grabbed it after the fourth ding. Maybe it was an emergency and someone really needed to reach him? That was what you thought, anyway, when you clicked on his messages.

Briana: I miss you, Brad.

Briana: I know you miss me, too.

Under those texts was a picture she sent, her blonde hair covering her left breast while her right one was on full display.

Briana: I know you miss fucking me.

You felt a bit sick and it only got worse when she sent a second picture, this one making your skin heat up. The photo was of the side of Bradley’s face, his lips pressed to her collar bone with his eyes closed. A faint smirk was on Briana’s face as she looked at the camera, her fingers tangled in his messy hair.

Briana: I bet that new girl hasn’t let you fuck her like this yet.

You quickly put down his phone and close your book, a feeling of nausea creeping up the back of your throat. You knew Bradley was with his ex for a while, and there was no doubt that they both have countless photos together on their phones, but the last thing you wanted to see was one of them unexpectedly like that.

Sitting up, you look around his bed for your own phone, wanting nothing more than to leave quietly and tell him you felt sick through text later, but then Bradley walked back into his room and made eye contact with you.

Bradley felt content for the first time in a long time. He has a great girlfriend, he’s doing well in his classes, and he’s spending less and less time holed up in his room.

Having you enter his life at this time was shaping out to be one of the best things to ever happen to him. When he was in your room yesterday, he saw your ticket from the gardens propped up against your mirror on your dresser, and the memory of it made him feel warm inside since you kept yours, just like how he kept his.

Bradley fixed his hair in the mirror from when you made it messy earlier during your pre-study makeout, and he was quickly figuring out that he definitely wanted to makeout with you before every study session from now on.

After smoothing out his hair, he left the bathroom and made eye contact with you, but instead of you looking happy like how you did a few minutes ago, you now looked like you were getting ready to bolt out of his room.

His brows furrowed and his smile faded as he quickly walked over to you. “Hey,” he said softly, sitting down next to you. Your expression was one of embarrassment as you reached for your bag and shoved your book into it. “What’s wrong?”

“Your phone went off and I left it, but then it went off again and again so I checked it,” you answer, not meeting his eyes as you zip up your bag. “I’m sorry.”

Bradley furrowed his brows. You were upset because you checked his phone? “Babes, it’s fine. I don’t care if you check my phone,” he said, but you gave him a look that told him you weren’t upset because of that.

He grabbed his phone and saw that Briana had texted him, and his face paled as he read the messages. “I shouldn’t have checked it without your permission,” you whispered as he quickly scrolled past the photos she attached. He’d never seen them before, he could tell that from the quick glimpse he got of both of them, and he had no idea when she took the one of him kissing her neck. It was obviously during one of the times they fucked during those eleven months, but he didn’t want to look at it again to further figure it out. “I think I should go.”

Then he realized that you saw the pictures and the texts and he quickly looked up at you. “Babes,” he started but you just shook your head and stood up from his bed. “Baby, wait, please.”

You made it all the way to his door before he caught up with you and gently grabbed your wrist. “You’re not upset that we haven’t had sex yet, right?” You asked before he could say anything.

“What? Of course not,” he assured you, sliding his hand down until it was holding yours. “We just talked about that and I told you I’m not in any rush with you. I’m sorry you saw those pictures, I don’t even know when she took the one of her and I.”

“I just…you were probably used to fucking her whenever you wanted and we haven’t done that yet and-”

“Hey,” he cut you off, using his other hand to firmly grip your chin. He waited until you met his eyes before he continued, “Yeah, Bri and I spent more time in bed together than out of it, but that was only because we didn’t connect very well any other time. I told you, fucking me was the best part of the relationship for her, and that’s all she saw me as. It’s still all she sees me as.”

You reached up and wrapped your fingers around his wrist. “She’s so pretty, Bradley…and the picture of you and her…I hate it,”

Bradley shook his head, his grip on your chin loosening. “Yeah, she’s pretty, but you’re fucking gorgeous. The most beautiful person I’ve ever met, inside and out,” he promised, pulling on your bottom lip with his thumb. “And I’d never seen that picture until a few seconds ago. I didn’t even know she took it, okay? I can’t do anything about the photos she has of us on her phone, but I can delete all the ones I have on my own. Just stay, please?”

You bit down on your lip and looked up at him with a conflicted expression. “I don’t want to be one of those controlling girlfriends, Bradley,”

“You’re not,” he said, and you thankfully let him pull you back towards his bed. He picked up his phone and handed it to you after opening up his photo gallery. “There’s not much, but delete anything you want. I promise you, Briana and I are done. We’re over.”

You took his phone from him, slowly sitting back down as you scrolled through the gallery. You’d probably stumble across some really fucking embarrassing photos of him in high school, but he honestly couldn’t care less.

“Bradley,” you said quietly as you clicked on the first photo he took with Briana. “Are you sure? I can get over it, I just-” But he just clicked on the delete button without saying a word, and you looked up at him with hooded eyes. “Okay.”

He gently pushed you onto your back as you held his phone up and scrolled until you found another one, and he hovered his body over yours as he waited for you to repeat what he did. “Delete it, baby,” he encouraged, running his hand down your body until his fingers grazed the zipper on your shorts. You tap the red button quickly and he grinned, pressing a kiss to the side of your neck. “Good job.”

Then he moved further down until his shoulders were pressed against your thighs and he was kneeling on the floor. He unzipped your shorts and slowly slid them down your legs, his lips pressing multiple kisses to the sides of your knees and inner thighs. “Bradley,” you moaned quietly and he could see your fingers shake a bit as you gripped his phone.

“Keep going, babes,” he murmured as he pressed a kiss to your lower stomach, his hands teasing your hips through the thin material of your panties. Your teeth sunk into your lip as you took a deep breath and continued scrolling through his photos, and he pressed a final kiss to your core before pulling the flimsy fabric down your legs and leaving your lower half bare.

A quiet moan left your lips when he leaned in and licked a stripe up your folds, his tongue gently spreading around your wetness. “Fuck,” you whispered, clicking on the delete button again as you found another photo of his ex.

Bradley grinned before wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking softly. Your body jolted a bit and he felt a sense of pride fill him as he remembered that he is almost already surpassing the amount of times Luke went down on you in the three years you were with him. You hadn’t even been his girlfriend for a full week yet and already Bradley had tasted you as much as your ex did in three fucking years. What a fucking loser Luke was.

Your body was writhing against his mouth as you held his phone with a death grip, your forehead forming a cute crease as you tried to focus on the task he had given you. “You taste so good, baby,” Bradley praised, releasing your puffy clit so he could slide his tongue through your wetness again.

“Oh, my God,” you moaned, your fingers moving faster on the screen as he spreads you out again before dipping his tongue inside you. He groaned as your arousal coated his taste buds, and he wrapped his arms under your thighs and pulled you closer. “Feels so good, Bradley.”

He fucking loved the way you moaned his name. His real name, not a shortened version or his last name. His real first name, and the only one you’ve ever called him.

Bradley grunted, bumping your clit with the tip of his nose as he kissed, licked and tasted every part of you. “How’s my gallery looking, babes?” He teased and you whimpered.

“Good..it’s good,” you respond, subtly grinding against his tongue.

“What’s good?” He smirked, taking your clit in his mouth again and tugging on it with his teeth. “Tell me.”

“Fuck,” you cry out, nearly dropping his phone. “You. You’re good. You’re so good.”

Bradley grinned, running his tongue along your bundle of nerves before slipping it back inside you. Your back was arching now and your legs were trying to close around his head, but his shoulders prevented them from getting very far.

“Holy fuck,” you cursed, quickly tapping on his screen one last time before dropping his phone next to you and reaching down to pull on his hair. “There. It’s done.”

Bradley hummed as he felt your fingers thread through his hair and make it messy again for the second time today. “Good,” he praised, flattening out his tongue as he licked your dripping core. “Now I want you to come for me.”

Your eyes rolled back and you pulled harder on his hair as you did just that. A high pitched cry left your lips as you came on his tongue, your hips slowly grinding against his face as you tip your head back on his bed. “Oh, my fucking God, Bradley,” you whined as he lapped up your release. “You’re too good at that.”

He grinned as he pulled away and crawled back up your body, his mouth and chin glistening with the remnants of your high. “It’s light work,” he teased, grabbing his phone and holding it up. “Come here.” He softly demanded and you moved your head to kiss him, your eyes closing as you tasted yourself on his lips.

Bradley parted his mouth and your tongue brushed against his just as he took a picture of the obscene kiss and officially added you to his camera roll, the intense photo surely going to fuel his need for you in the future.

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dre6ming · 9 months ago

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On set of Dune II

This part of “The delicate beginning rush” universe- whole series HERE

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Pairing: Austin Butler x fem reader

Warning: smut 18+, blow job, cursing, MINORS PLEASE BE AWARE

Word count: 2k

Plot: you want to surprise Austin on the set of dune 2 and he gets shy about his fight scenes, but that is all forgotten when you work your magic on him.

A/n: this was a request by someone and it was so exciting to write, if you have more, send them to me and I’ll get to them as soon as I can.

With my busy schedule I barely got my assistant to fit this surprise flight to Budapest, so I could visit Austin on set of Dune 2. We haven't seen each other in person in 5 weeks, filming taking all of our time, on opposite sides of the world. It's not easy and it definitely is not pleasant, but we aren't the first nor the last to go through long distance. I have a few days off, time which I should have spend in the studio with Taylor, who's working on her new album, but I could not stay any longer without seeing Aus.

"Y/n so nice to meet you in person, I'm Denis. I have to say, I look forward to some day working with you, you're amazing!" The director says, putting his hand forward for me to shake. I smile kindly at him and take his hand. "Oh that's so beautiful of you to say, I look forward to that day as well, your work is so detailed and ambitious." I giggle, blushing a bit at his compliments. "Now I know this is a surprise for Austin, I did not say anything" he zips his lips closed chuckling "but you do have to sign some papers, just formalities you know." I nod and sign away, promising not to tell anything that I see today to anyone. "He's working, full make up, so brace yourself, it's really, it's a bit scary, come on."

Denis puts his hand on my shoulder and leads the way, as we walk I can start hearing grunting and thudding and all sorts of scenes. I am a bit worried about seeing Austin in full make up and acting like this psychotic character, considering that after the first time seeing him over video in full makeup I had a horrible nightmare. Granted he did call me at 3 am in the morning and I did answer kinda unconsciously, but still. There's big lights centered on two figures in the middle of a blue room, the rest is pretty dimly lit, so my eyes take a moment to adjust. I could recognize Austin's grunts anywhere, having had them in my ear for so long, so my knees feel a bit weak, my skin already hungry to feel him.

As I get used to the light, I see Austin move so athletically, jumping back avoiding hits, then throwing some good punches himself. He's been working very hard in the gym gaining a few pounds of muscle, looking toned like never before. God he looks so weird with this make up, I miss his blonde curly hair, thank god for the other movie he's filming, and this is all a fake bald cap. The other guy he's fighting with, uses a small knife, which I'm pretty sure it's fake but still scary. He swings it, in front of Austin's face and next thing I know he falls to the ground, catching himself mid fall, turning his head to the camera, showing his face full of blood. I stifle a scream, covering my mouth, feeling my heart pounding in my chest, I look at everyone, no one seems to notice. Austin flashes a smile, black teeth showing, with trembling hands I push my hair behind my ears and try and act as if I had known this was all an act.

"Cut! Austin man, amazing! Let's get makeup in here and clean it up, I want to shoot it one more time. Let's take five!" Denis says, and suddenly Austin's whole demeanor changes, it's so strange, he looks so scary, but his stance is so Austin. I clear my voice and wipe my sweaty palms on my pants, walking forward. Austin, being the sweet guy he is, is shaking hands with his partner. "Hi there stranger, need a tissue? I think you got a bloody nose." As soon as he hears my voice, he turns around, scooping my up in a tight hug, getting fake blood all over me. "Y/n!" Austin says, holding me tight to his chest, his lips kissing my neck, leaving wet splashes of fake blood. "Did you miss me baby?" I ask, patting his back, as my feet touch the ground. He doesn't answer, instead, his hands hold my face and he pulls me in for a kiss. It wet and bitter, even a bit sticky, but it tastes like him still. Austin breathes into the kiss, his tongue, entering my mouth exploring. I lace my hands around his neck and moan into him, forgetting for a minute where we are.

Austin pulls back resting his forehead on mine, breathing softly. "What are you doing here?" He asks a smile evident in his tone. I giggle when he rubs his nose against mine, pulling back to look at me. "Oh fuck, I got fake blood all over you, honey I'm so sorry!" He tries to wipe it with the back of his hand, but I take it away, holding his hand in mine. "It's fine, I'm just glad it's fake, I thought it was real." Austin can see that I'm as honest as they come and his eyes look sympathetic "I'm so sorry darling, I didn't mean to worry you!" He says, kissing my forehead head, then grunting annoyed. "I really should stop kissing you now." He says, rubbing his thumb over my forehead, on what I'm assuming is another fake blood stain. "You look so buff and scary, so so hot!" I say biting my lip.

"Really?" Even though all this white makeup I can see the slight blush he has on, turning all shy and avoiding eye contact. "So so hot!" I stand on my tiptoes and whisper in his ear, feeling him shiver as my breath fans over his skin. "I can't wait for you to make those pretty noises for me!" I laugh, but my breath gets stuck in my throat as his arms circle around me and he pulls me in, flush to his front. "Baby these leather pants are very very tight and leave no room." He says rubbing his pelvis in mine so I can feel his hard on. My blood starts boiling and I can almost see myself with him on top of me.

"Ask for ten minutes, bathroom break or something." I plead under my breath. Austin looks hesitant, but he still does it anyway. Denis gives his ok and we bolt to his trailer, knowing we don't have much time. I laugh all the way there and he tries to make small talk, telling me all about how filming as been going so far, event this he's already told all this stuff. I listen, but in the back of my head I'm far gone.

We close the door to his trailer and his lips are on mine instantly. His hands hold mine down, so that I won't be able to try and thread my fingers through his nonexistent hair. "Get on the bed!" I say breathless and step back, letting him move past me and onto the bed. "Y/n, my darling, I've missed you so so much." Austin says, sitting on his bed, leaning back a bit, legs spread wide, sporting a noticeable bulge. "I've missed you too." I admit and move in front of him, placing my hand in his hard on, squeezing him through his pants. "Fuck!" He says, throwing his head back. I work his pants open and slide them down enough to free his hard dick, looking red and needy. I lick my lips and get down on my knees. This would be my first time ever doing anything like this, but I've been thinking about it a lot and I've been wanting to try.

"Y/n y/n, no no baby you don't have to, honey come on!" Austin tries to lift me off the ground but I keep my position. "I want to, but I've never done it before, so if I do something wrong, just tell me. Please!" I bat my lashes at him and his hips thrust in the air. "Just, ok, but take it easy ok?" I nod and hold him in my hand. I spit on him and move my hand up and down, using my thumb to touch his head gathering more sleek from there. I can already feel my panties getting wet, so I squeeze my thighs together. I lean forward and take him in my mouth. So far he's been quiet, but now that my warm mouth is on him, he lets out a long breathy moan, fisting the sheets beside him. "Fuck, you are an angel! I love you so much!" He tastes salty, but good in a way. I swirl my tongue around and suck, bopping my head up and down. One of his big hands leaves the sheets and finds purchase in my hair. I moan around him and feel him shiver as a few more cures slip past his lips.

God I've missed him. "Fuck baby, you look so beautiful with your mouth around my cock, do you like it? Like how I fit in your mouth?" I love when Austin talks dirty to me, so I moan, picking up the pace, causing him to fall back on the bed, crying out In pleasure. I finally understand why he loves to do this for me, I think I could watch him like this for ages and not get bored. I feel him twitch in my mouth, so I move my free hand from his thigh, to his balls, squeezing softly. "Shit, fucking hell!" He grunts, pushing his hips a bit in my mouth. "Y/n, baby, I'm not going to last long, if you don't want it in your mouth, I'll tell you when ok?" I nod, but I know want it in my mouth, I've tasted him before, after giving him hand jobs, so now I'm more than eager to get a taste of him.

I sneak my hand under his balls and push slightly on the spot there, which causes Austin to jump off the bed a bit, pushing himself further down my throat making me gag, tears prickle my eyes. I breathe through my nose and relax for him, working on him, pushing on that secret spot. "Fuck, Y/n, baby that feels so good, ahh I'm cu-" he doesn't get to finish what he has to say, as his body goes rigid and he spills himself into my mouth. I stay calm and swallow him whole, enjoying they way it feels. When he's done, I let him out of my mouth, give him a few more strokes, ending with a kiss to his head, smiling at the way he curses.

He lifts me up into his arms and I lay my head in his chest. "Wow, are you sure you've never done this before? Because this must have been the best I've ever had!" Austin says out of breath. I giggle and kiss under his chin. "I like to read, I learn what I read." I explain, sighing when he moves his head to kiss my lips. His hand travels down my body and gives my ass a good squeeze, making me yelp, so he can sneak his tongue into my mouth.

A knock on the door as us parting, him quickly putting his pants on and me, wiping my face with a tissue. "Back on set!" A voice shouts from the other side of the door. "In a minute!" Austin screams back, trying to make himself as presentable as possible. "Can I come watch you some more?" I ask, turning the water on to was the dried fake blood from my face. I look back at Austin and he looks so timid now, scratching the back of his head. "I mean of course baby..."

"Aus..? What's up?" I ask using a towel to dry my face, while I look at him, his eyes wondering the room, avoiding mine. "Well I guess I'm just a tad shy, you know, I have to act pretty barbaric out there and I feel so silly, I'm just I don't know.." he says dropping his head. I get close to him and take his hands in mine, rubbing slow circles on his knuckles. "You don't look silly, you look fierce, and bold and scary, you have nothing to be shy about." I say kissing the tip of his nose. "Now come on big boy, you've got work to do, and the faster you finish here, the sooner you get to make love to me!" I wink at him and he chockes on his laughter, blushing a deep red.

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lortsyall · 6 days ago

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Echoes of Eywa's Child.

chapter 4.

(Neteyam x Human!Reader series)

author's note: Happy New Year, everyone! I hope 2025 brings you everything you wish for and more! I had a blast writing this chapter, and I’m so excited for you all to dive into it. But, as always, my exams are calling my name, so I’ll be back when I can. In the meantime, enjoy this chapter! ✨

Pending…Pending…

Date: August 17th,2174.

Location: Sully Marui,High Camp,Mons Veritatis,Hallelujah Mountains,Pandora.

Time: 1:28AM.

The stars always had a way of making me feel small. Not in a bad way, though—more like I was part of something much bigger, something infinite. My father once told me which one of those stars was Earth. He’d pointed it out during one of our rare quiet moments together, his voice low and steady, full of memories he didn’t share often.

“That’s Earth,” he’d said, his hand resting on my shoulder. “Where I came from. Where humans come from.”

I remember staring at the tiny dot of light, so far away, and thinking how strange it was that my blood carried a piece of that place. That tiny, distant star was supposed to be part of me, part of my story.

But I never felt it.

I never wanted to feel it.

The idea that I was part human always left a bitter taste in my mouth. It wasn’t shame exactly, more like... rejection. Like if I didn’t think about it, it wouldn’t be true. I could just be Na’vi. Fully Na’vi. The son of Toruk Makto, the son of the People. Not this... mix, this in-between thing that didn’t quite fit anywhere.

I think that’s why her words hit me the way they did.

“I don’t belong here,” she’d said last night, her voice so quiet it was almost swallowed by the darkness around us.

I understood that. Too well.

I’d felt it the moment we arrived in Awa’atlu, surrounded by the sea clan with their skeptical eyes and quiet whispers. I’d been the golden boy back in the forest, the future Olo’eyktan, the one who had it all figured out. But in the reef, I was a stranger. A fish out of water. Literally.

For the first time in my life, I wasn’t enough. Not strong enough, not skilled enough, not... enough.

I’d see it in their eyes sometimes, the Metkayina. That subtle shift when they looked at me. The respect was still there,yet the feeling lingered. Like I didn’t quite belong, no matter how hard I tried.

And now, here I was again, caught between worlds.

She reminded me of myself back then. That restless energy, that sharp defensiveness. She was trying so hard to figure out where she fit, just like I had. But she didn’t see what I saw in her: a spark, something unyielding, like she’d find her place no matter what it took.

That scared me, I think. The way I found myself wanting to be part of her story, wanting to help her figure it out. She wasn’t like anyone else I’d met.

She was... different.

And that terrified me.

Because I didn’t know what to do with that. Didn’t know how to handle the way my thoughts kept circling back to her, the way I noticed every little detail about her. The curve of her lips when she was annoyed. How she got so mad at me when I saved her,and I couldn’t help but feel amused,thanks to her fiery nature.

It was distracting, and I didn’t like being distracted.

I sighed, running a hand through my braids as I stared up at the stars again. The night was quiet, the village still. Somewhere in the distance, the soft hum of the forest blended with the faint whispers of the breeze.

I told myself to stop thinking about her. We’ve known each other for what,a few weeks?That is,if you count the fact that I didn’t see her for some time after the first ambush when Eywa sent the atokirina her way.

I need to focus. To focus on the tasks ahead, on my duty to my people, to my father. But it was harder than I wanted to admit.

Because she wasn’t just in my head anymore.

She was under my skin.

The morning came not with the rising sun but with the familiar pull of duty, a rhythm as natural to me as breathing. Sleep had been fleeting, fractured by restless dreams and thoughts I didn’t care to name. It wasn’t unusual—restlessness had been my companion since the day we left the Omatikaya forests for Awa’atlu. But today, it felt different, heavier somehow.

As the first hints of light crept over the trees, I stepped out of my tent, the cool morning air brushing against my skin. Tendrils of bioluminescence still lingered, fading with the approach of dawn.

I made my way toward the ikran rookery, my steps purposeful yet unhurried. Na’la was already awake, perched on a high branch, preening her bright green and blue feathers. She chirped as I approached, a sharp, almost impatient sound that made me smile.

“You’re eager today,” I said in Na’vi, running my hand along her neck. Her scales were warm beneath my palm, and she tilted her head toward me, demanding more attention.

“Na’la, we have work to do,” I murmured, though my tone was more affectionate than scolding. I untangled the leather reins and checked the straps carefully.

A familiar voice broke the quiet. “You talk to her like she’s your child.”

I turned to see Lo’ak leaning against a nearby tree, a teasing grin plastered across his face. He had the kind of ease about him that I envied sometimes, like the weight of the world hadn’t yet found a way to settle on his shoulders.

“And you talk like you’re not late,” I shot back, raising a brow.

Lo’ak laughed, stepping closer. “Father’s been asking about the perimeter check. You’re supposed to report in after.”

“I know,” I replied, securing the final strap on Na’la’s harness. “I’m heading out now.”

Lo’ak’s gaze lingered on me, his grin fading slightly. “You didn’t sleep again, did you?”

“I’m fine,” I said quickly, brushing off his concern.

“You’re always ‘fine,’” Lo’ak muttered, crossing his arms. “One day, you’re going to have to admit you’re not perfect, bro.”

“I’ll let you know when that day comes,” I replied, swinging onto Na’la’s back. “Now, are you coming, or are you just here to criticize me?”

Lo’ak chuckled, shaking his head. “I’ve got my own tasks, thanks. I have to go over some strategies with Za'ruk for the next ambush. But try not to overthink everything, alright? You’re worse than Kiri sometimes.”

I ignored his jab, giving Na’la the signal to take off. The rush of wind and the sudden burst of speed cleared my mind, at least for a moment. The forest spread out beneath us, an endless expanse of green and blue, dotted with the faint glow of the morning’s first light.

As we approached the eastern perimeter, I scanned the ground below, noting the subtle signs of movement among the foliage. A small group of hunters was already out, their bows slung across their backs as they moved with practiced precision.

I landed Na’la near the group, dismounting with a fluid motion. The lead hunter, a tall Na’vi named Ayzek, approached with a nod of greeting.

“Neteyam. Oel ngati kameie,ma tsmukan.” he said, his voice steady,as he greets me in the Na’vi way. “Everything’s quiet this morning. No sign of activity from the Sky People.”

“I see you,brother.Good,” I replied, glancing toward the horizon. “But stay alert. They’ve been quiet for too long.”

Ayzek nodded again, his expression serious. “We’ll keep watch.”

I spent the next hour moving along the perimeter, checking for any signs of disturbance. The forest was eerily peaceful, the kind of quiet that always felt like the calm before a storm. Yet the storm never came.

By the time I finished, the sun was fully above the trees, casting long shadows across the ground. I guided Na’la back towards the village, my mind already shifting to the next task on my list.Grandmother asked me if I could gather some herbs for her,so I got to work.

I found the plants I needed, bending low to carefully pluck the delicate leaves. The task was simple enough, but my thoughts kept returning to the conversation we’d had last night. She had been so guarded, so closed off. But underneath that was something more—something I couldn’t quite put into words. It reminded me of the way the forest was sometimes: unpredictable, wild, full of life, but also dangerous.

As I landed back at base,I made my way quickly to my grandmother’s tent, the familiar scent of herbs and smoke greeted me. The Tsahìk was seated cross-legged near a low fire, her hands deftly mixing a paste in a stone bowl.

“Grandmother,I see you." I said, bowing my head respectfully.

“Neteyam,” she replied without looking up. “You are late.”

“My apologies,” I said, kneeling beside her. “The perimeter was secure.”

She finally looked at me, her sharp eyes narrowing slightly. “And yet your mind is elsewhere.”

I hesitated, unsure how to respond. My grandmother had a way of seeing through me, of pulling truths I wasn’t ready to confront.

“There is much to think about,” I said carefully.

Her gaze lingered on me for a moment longer,a small smile making its way on her face before she returned to her work. “Your father has asked for you. Go to him when you are done here.”

I nodded, rising to my feet. Her words stayed with me as I made my way toward his marui. There was always something to think about, always something to do. But lately, my thoughts kept returning to her��to the human girl who didn’t belong here, yet somehow felt like she might.

For now, though, there was work to be done. And work was the one thing I could always count on to keep my mind in check.

The low hum of the base was the only sound besides the soft padding of my footsteps as I made my way to my father’s marui. My mind was still spinning from the conversation I’d had earlier, the one that had gotten under my skin more than I wanted to admit. I wasn’t sure what it was about her that kept pulling my attention, but the more I saw of her, the harder it was to ignore the strange pull.

I rounded a corner, barely glancing up before—

Bam!

I felt the impact hard in my chest as she collided with me, sending a jolt through both of us. My body instinctively moved to catch her, but she was already stepping back, muttering under her breath.

“Dammit,” she hissed, her hand flying to her left shoulder, massaging the spot she’d rammed into me. “Fucking hell, watch where—”

Her voice faltered mid-curse as her eyes flicked up to meet mine. Wide and startled, her gaze locked onto mine, and for a moment, we both froze. The air between us thickened, silent except for the faint hum of the base and the echo of her earlier words.

“Neteyam?” she said finally, her voice softer now, tinged with surprise.

I blinked, the initial shock fading as I took her in. Her cheeks were flushed—whether from embarrassment or irritation, I couldn’t tell—and her lips were slightly parted as if she wasn’t sure what to say next. Fucking hell, she’s so pretty.

“Syulang,” I said, letting out a breathless laugh and easing into a grin. “Are you trying to get me killed?”

She straightened up and let out an exasperated sigh. “Sorry, I wasn’t watching where I was going,” she muttered, then huffed in frustration. “I swear, I need to be more careful. My brain’s on autopilot lately.”

I chuckled, the sound breaking some of the tension. “No harm done. You sure you’re okay? That was a pretty solid hit.” I asked, studying her face. The frustration from earlier had softened, but I couldn’t help noticing how much more relaxed she looked.

She rolled her eyes but smiled faintly. “I’ve had worse,” she said, rubbing her shoulder one more time before she gestured vaguely down the hall, a little too animated, her voice picking up speed. “I was actually heading to Unit 2—kind of a weird place, but cozy enough. I’ve already taken some blood samples, nothing too fancy, you know? Just figuring out some things with the new enhanced Avatar technology and—” She paused, blinking as if she hadn’t realized how much she was talking.

I couldn’t tear my gaze away from her. She was talking so fast, her words tumbling over each other like she was on a mission to distract herself, or maybe... distract me. She was so different from the defensive girl I had bumped into last night in the common room. Either way, I could feel my heart rate picking up in the strangest way.

“Blood samples?” I repeated, trying to focus on the words, though I couldn’t stop staring at how her lips moved when she spoke. “What... kind of samples?” Did I really just ask what kind of samples? Am I a fucking idiot?

"Oh, you know,” she said, waving her hand dismissively, “baseline stuff. Standard variables. I can’t really get into the fun experiments until I have a solid foundation to work with.” She grinned like she was sharing some inside secret, and for a moment, I found myself completely captivated by the spark in her eyes.

She was so different from anyone I’d met. So...alive, in a way I couldn’t quite explain.

“Right,” I said, quieter than I intended, distracted by the way her hair caught the faint light. “You’re settling in, I see?”

Her laugh was soft, disarming. “What else am I supposed to do around here? Besides, I’ve got to keep busy or else I’ll start thinking too much about... everything else.”

The way she said everything else stirred something in my chest. It was in her tone, the way her words seemed heavier than they should have been. I didn’t want to push, but I couldn’t stop myself. “What do you mean, everything else?”

She hesitated, a fleeting expression of vulnerability crossing her face. Like she hadn’t meant to let that slip. Then, with a small shrug and a half-smile, she answered, “It’s nothing, really. Just... adjusting. I know I’m not exactly welcome here, but I don’t have a lot of options right now,do I?”

Her voice softened toward the end, her posture shifting slightly, as though the weight of her words had finally settled on her shoulders. My eyes caught the way her fingers tugged at her cuticles—a nervous habit I’d seen around before. It was subtle but telling, the kind of gesture that hinted at something deeper bubbling under the surface.

She’s anxious... huh.

“I get it,” I said gently, my voice dropping in volume as though I didn’t want to break the fragile moment between us. “It’s... a lot to take in. But you’ll find your place. In time. You just have to trust the process.”

Her eyes flickered toward me, and for a second, something unreadable passed through them—an emotion too layered to pin down.The look lingered just long enough to make my chest tighten before she glanced away, letting her gaze drift to the floor.

That’s when I saw it again—the same vulnerable look she’d had last night. The mask she wore, the one that made her seem sharp and untouchable, slipped just a little. Beneath it was something raw, something almost fragile.

She opened her mouth as if to say something, but the words seemed to catch in her throat. Her lips pressed into a thin line before she let out a soft sigh. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she spoke. “You’re right,” she said, her voice quieter now, thoughtful but distant, as if she was speaking more to herself than to me.

I didn’t press her, even though the pause felt heavy with unspoken things. I could sense the struggle she was having, the way she weighed every word like it might tip some precarious balance. Instead, I let the silence stretch between us, offering her the space to decide what she wanted to say—or not say.

But even as her eyes stayed fixed on the floor below, her fingers had stopped pulling at her cuticles. A small thing, but I noticed.

And just like that, the moment seemed to waver, as fragile as a thread. She stepped back, her attention shifting toward the path. “Anyway... I should get back to the lab. I’ve still got a ton of data to go through.”

I watched her pull away, feeling a sudden, inexplicable tightness in my chest. There was no reason for me to feel like this, no reason for the way my feet wanted to follow hers even as she moved further away. I don’t even know her that well.

“Yeah, okay,” I muttered. “I’ll see you later?”

She glanced back at me, her lips curling into a small smile. “Actually,” she said, a mischievous,yet shy glint in her eyes, “how about we meet in the common room tonight,around 11? You know, talk more. Like last night. I could use a distraction.”

Her invitation—casual, but somehow intimate—had my heart beating faster than it should have. For a split second, I wasn’t sure if I should be relieved or panicked. There was something about her that pulled at me in a way that I couldn’t control. But I nodded anyway.

“Sure. Tonight. I’ll uh…I’ll see you there.” I said, my voice quieter and more shy than usual.

Her smile lingered for a moment, her gaze soft and warm, before she turned and walked off down the hall. I couldn’t stop watching her as she disappeared into the distance.

The moment she was out of sight, I exhaled sharply, trying to calm the racing thoughts in my mind. What is wrong with me?

I couldn’t shake the feeling that something had shifted. Between the two of us, something was changing—something I wasn’t prepared for. And I didn’t know whether to embrace it or run. But all I knew for sure was that I’d be in that common room tonight, just like she wanted.

Whatever happens then, I’ll deal with it.

I stood there for a few moments after she walked away, my mind swirling with the unexpected tension that had sparked between us. It wasn’t like me to get so... flustered. I wasn’t some teenager caught off guard by a fleeting glance or a playful smile. But the way she spoke, how she was so full of energy now that she was in her own element, and how the words seemed to flow out of her like she couldn’t stop herself—it made me feel... unsteady.

Shaking my head to clear the thoughts clouding my mind, I turned on my heel and continued my path toward my father's marui. There was no time to be distracted right now. I had duties to attend to, responsibilities I couldn’t afford to ignore.

I hadn’t been on my way for more than a few minutes before the weight of the moment caught up with me again. She had asked to meet later—tonight—and I hadn’t expected it. I had thought maybe it was a fluke, a casual comment. But the look in her eyes, the sincerity of her words, made it clear she meant it. And despite everything, part of me wanted to meet her. Wanted to see what would happen when we spoke more, when we spent more time together.

But now wasn’t the time for that. I had bigger things to worry about.

I reached my father’s marui, the familiar earthy scent of the woven structure greeting me as I stepped inside. The dim light of late morning filtered through the arched openings, casting intricate patterns over the floor. My thoughts were still scattered, each one vying for attention like a restless storm.

Dad was already there, sitting cross-legged at the center of the room, his posture as straight as ever, exuding a quiet authority. A map of the surrounding territories was spread out before him, his fingers tracing lines and markings that detailed our fragile hold on this land.

“You’re late,” he said, his voice steady but tinged with mild reprimand. He didn’t look up; he didn’t need to. His tone carried enough weight.

“Sorry, Dad,” I muttered, lowering myself to sit across from him. The woven mat beneath me felt rough, grounding. “Got... distracted.”

At that, his eyes flicked up, sharp and discerning. Concern flickered briefly in his gaze, though it was hidden beneath his stoic exterior. “Distracted?” His brow furrowed. “You’re still thinking about those reports from yesterday?”

I almost laughed at that—those reports were the last thing on my mind—but I stopped myself, shaking my head. “No, not exactly.” My tone was too neutral, betraying nothing of the whirlwind in my head. The lab, the ambushes, the strange pull I felt toward her—all of it churned within me, just out of reach.

Dad’s gaze lingered for a moment, his keen eyes assessing me. “You’re sure? Because…whatever’s bothering you, we need to stay focused. We’ve got more problems than just the RDA and their new push for territory.”

“I know,” I said, nodding quickly, trying to appear more resolute than I felt. “I’m focused, Dad. It’s just...there’s a lot going on right now. Everything’s changing so fast, and I don’t think I’ve caught up yet.”

For a moment, silence stretched between us. Then, to my surprise, his expression softened. He leaned back slightly, the tension in his shoulders easing. “You know,” he began, his tone uncharacteristically reflective, “I’ve been where you are. When I came here as a human. When we moved to Awa’atlu, to live with the Metkayina. I felt like I was walking into another world,every single time. Everything I knew was stripped away. For the first time, I didn’t know where I fit.”

I blinked, taken aback. My father—so steady, so unwavering—had felt that way? I’d never heard him speak like this before.

“You?” I asked, skepticism coloring my voice despite myself.

He smirked faintly, but his eyes remained serious. “Yes, me. I was used to being in control, to knowing my role and what was expected of me,especially here with the people. Our people. But there, among the Metkayina... I was an outsider. Not to mention,back when I came here to Pandora,almost everyone looked down on me because of my…condition. I had to learn everything from scratch, adapt to a way of life that was completely foreign to me.”

“And you found your place eventually,” I said quietly, as though seeking confirmation.

“I did,” he said with a slow nod. “But it wasn’t easy. And it wasn’t always clear. Sometimes, finding your place isn’t about fitting in. It’s about carving out your own path, even if it’s not what you expected.”

His words settled heavily in the air between us. They were meant to reassure me, I knew, but they only seemed to magnify the doubts I hadn’t yet voiced.

“What if I’m not sure where I belong anymore?” I asked, the question slipping out before I could stop it. I could feel the regret seeping into my bones almost instantly.

My father’s gaze softened, and for a moment, he leaned forward, his voice dropping to a lower, more intimate tone. “You’re my son, Neteyam. You’ve always been destined to lead. But leadership isn’t about having all the answers. It’s about making the hard choices when no one else will. And right now, you’re needed. By your family, by the clan. Don’t forget that.”

I nodded, his words hitting their mark. The familiar weight of responsibility settled on my shoulders again, grounding me even as the unease within me continued to churn.

“Got it,” I said, standing up, summoning a conviction I didn’t truly feel. My legs felt heavy, as if the weight of every expectation was dragging me down. I am so, so tired. The kind of exhaustion that seeps into your bones, that lingers even after the day is done. But I couldn’t let it show, not now. Not in front of him.

I glanced at my father’s face—strong, unwavering, the image of everything I was supposed to be—and felt the pressure tighten around me like a vise. I can’t let him down. I can’t let anyone down.

“I’ll handle it, Dad,” I said, my voice steady despite the storm brewing inside me. I squared my shoulders, as if straightening my spine could bear the weight a little better. “I’ll take care of everything.”

But even as I spoke the words, they felt hollow, as though I was pouring from a well that had long since run dry. The weight of responsibility, of duty, of always being the one everyone relied on—it was crushing. Yet I swallowed the heaviness, shoving it down where no one could see, because that’s what was expected of me. That’s what I had to be.

“I know you will,” he replied firmly. “Now, let’s go over those raid reports from the Aranahe. Priya said Etuwa mentioned something important about their movements.”

We spent the next hour combing through the maps and plans, dissecting strategies and weighing risks. By the time we finished, my head was spinning with logistical details, but the unease hadn’t left me. It clung to me, stubborn and unrelenting.

As I stepped out of the marui, the mid-morning sun had risen higher, casting dappled light through the canopy above. The air felt thick with possibility and tension, the kind that promised change.

And tonight, I would talk to her. Maybe then I’d start to make sense of the storm inside me. Maybe then I’d begin to understand what it was about her that had shifted my entire world off its axis.

The soft glow of the lamps in the common room greeted me as I pushed open the door, expecting to see her sitting at one of the tables, waiting for me like we had planned. But the room was empty, save for a few scattered papers and a faint hum in the air. The silence felt heavier than it should have, and I couldn't help but feel a small knot form in my stomach. Had she changed her mind? Was I being too... eager?

I stood there for a moment, my gaze flicking from one corner of the room to the other, my thoughts racing. It wasn’t like her to ditch without saying something. She didn't seem like that kind of person. My hand lingered on the doorframe as I considered the possibility that I’d misread her intentions. Maybe she just didn’t want to talk tonight.

"Great," I muttered under my breath. "Did she forget, or did I get the time wrong?"

I lingered for a minute, debating if I should just call it a night, but something told me to check on her. Her room wasn’t far, and I figured it wouldn’t hurt to swing by.

When I reached her door, I knocked softly. "You in there?"

There was a pause, then her voice came through, muffled but annoyed. "Yeah, come in."

I stepped inside and found her sitting on her bed, one hand digging into her left shoulder with an almost pained expression. Her hair was loose, framing her face, and she looked… tired. Not just physically, but like she was carrying something heavy.

“What’s going on? You okay?” I asked, stepping closer, my voice laced with concern.

She sighed, brushing a strand of hair out of her face as she gave me a weak smile. “I’m sorry I didn’t meet you in the common room. My shoulder’s acting up, and I couldn’t drag myself out of bed.”

My brows knit together in a deep frown, the memory of her earlier bumping into me flashing in my mind. “Did you… did you hurt yourself when you bumped into me today?”

“What?” she asked, her expression confused before shaking her head quickly. “No, no, I—”

Her words trailed off, and for a moment, she hesitated. The confident, sharp-tongued girl I knew seemed to falter, her smile fading into something more vulnerable. Then, with a frustrated groan, she dropped the façade altogether.

“...Gah. A long time ago, I had an accident at the gym. Lifted before I warmed up and messed up my shoulder pretty bad,” she admitted, her voice quieter now, almost reluctant. “I got it fixed back on Earth, but sometimes it still flares up. I think it’s the pressure here, the mountains, the Flux Vortex. Everything feels heavier, and sometimes it just… hurts like hell.”

Her honesty hit me like a wave, and I found myself at a loss for words. For all her fire and wit, there was a fragility to her I hadn’t expected.

“Why didn’t you tell someone?” I asked, confusion—and maybe a hint of frustration—coloring my voice.

She sighed again, her fingers tracing idle patterns on the blanket covering her legs. “I don’t like people fussing over me, okay? It’s… embarrassing. Makes me feel weird and emotional. And when the pain gets bad, I turn into a total asshole. Groggy, snappy, all that fun stuff. Trust me, you wouldn’t want to be around me then."

I tilted my head, smirking. "Paskalin, I’ve seen you pissed off at me for saving your life. I think I can handle snappy.’"

The term of endearment fit her so well, even better than syulang. She wasn’t delicate like a flower, something to be admired from a distance or sheltered from the wind. No, she was something else entirely. She had a resilience, a sharpness under her sweetness that reminded me of the wild berries that grew deep in the forest. Small, vibrant, and full of flavor, but with a tang that lingered.

Paskalin.

The word rolled through my lips like a whisper, soft and unassuming, yet it carried so much weight. Sweet berry. It was her—unexpected, unapologetic, and impossible to forget. Every interaction with her left a taste, something unique that stayed with me long after she was gone. She wasn’t just something pretty to look at; she had depth, layers, and a wildness that drew you in.

Calling her syulang like I did when I bumped into her wouldn’t have done her justice in this moment. She wasn’t fragile or fleeting. She was vibrant, alive in a way that commanded attention without trying. Paskalin. That was her.

And the more I thought about it, the more I realized the name wasn’t just fitting—it felt like it had been waiting for her all along.

That made her laugh for real. For a moment,I could feel she didn't want to admit that I had saved her life. "...Okay, fair point. But still, it’s annoying as hell. Plus,I told you,I don’t like people fussing over me. I don’t want to seem like I’m trying to get attention.”

“Too bad,” I said firmly, moving closer and sitting on the edge of her bed without a second thought. Gosh,these beds are small. “You’re stuck with me now.”

She blinked at me, momentarily surprised, before letting out a soft, genuine laugh. It wasn’t the sharp, sarcastic sound I was used to—it was warm, unguarded. It made something tighten in my chest.

“Great,” she said, her voice dripping with playful sarcasm. “Just what I needed—Prince Charming to the rescue.”

I smirked, leaning back slightly but keeping my gaze steady on her. “I’m serious, though. You shouldn’t have to deal with this alone. You don’t have to.”

She rolled her eyes, but I could see the faintest hint of gratitude in her expression. “Yeah, yeah. You’ve made your point.”

We spent the hour or so talking about the dumbest things—stories about the douchebags at her college back on Earth, our childhood memories, and random jokes that had us both laughing so hard my ribs hurt. To my surprise,it was so…natural. At some point, we decided we were starving, so we raided the common room for leftover snacks,and munched on them on the floor. It felt more comfortable sitting on the floor,given our…size difference.

I watched as she shifted uncomfortably, rubbing her shoulder again. I remembered how my grandmother used to massage my chest after I got shot, easing the tension on my back and helping the muscles heal. Before I could second-guess it, I asked her.

"Uh… do you want me to try something?" I asked, scratching the back of my neck.

She raised an eyebrow. "Try what?"

"My grandmother taught me a massage technique. It’s supposed to help with muscle pain. Worked for me when I, uh… got hurt." I didn’t elaborate. I couldn't open that part of myself to her. Not yet,at least.

She raised an eyebrow, skeptical,the sass dripping from her tone. “What, you suddenly moonlight as a masseur now?”

“Shut up and turn around,” I said, rolling my eyes.

She snorted but complied, sitting cross-legged on the floor and turning her back to me. I positioned myself behind her,trying to remember the technique. As soon as I started kneading the tight muscles,she let out a long,low groan of relief.

My ears twitched,and I fought to keep my focus. It’s just a massage. Relax. But fuck,the way she was melting under my touch wasn’t helping.

“Holy shit,” she muttered, her voice muffled. “That feels… really good.”

“You’re tense as hell,” I said,trying to lighten up the mood. “Do you ever not carry the world on your shoulders?”

“Ha ha,” she deadpanned,though her voice was softer. “Keep going. Don’t stop.”

We stayed like that for a while,her groaning softly and me trying not to die of embarrassment. But somewhere in the rhythm of it,I realized something. We were becoming…friends. Real friends.

“Where were you when I needed this back on Earth?” she asks,a tinge of amusement present in her voice.

“Probably trying not to fall out of trees,” I said, grinning.

She laughed, the sound warm and genuine. “You’re terrible.”

I chuckled, though my face felt a little warmer as her laughter turned into soft groans of relief yet again,which weren't exactly helping me stay focused as my mind started drifting to other places.

I froze for half a second, my face heating up before I forced myself to focus. "Yeah, well, don’t get used to it. I charge for this kind of service."

She laughed, the sound muffled by another groan. "How much? I’ll pay whatever you want if you just keep doing that."

I couldn’t help but laugh as well, shaking my head. "You’re ridiculous."

"So are you," she shot back, her voice softer now. "Seriously, though. Thanks. I don’t... I don’t usually let people help me with this kind of stuff."

"Why not?"

She hesitated, then sighed. "I guess I don’t like feeling... vulnerable. Weak."

"That’s not weak,though." I said, my hands still working on her shoulder. "Just like your people have that saying. It’s human. Or,you know,whatever."

"Yeah. Or whatever." she said,her tone sarcastic,yet I could hear the faint smile in her voice.

We stayed like that for a while, the room quiet except for her soft breathing and the occasional sarcastic remark from her when I hit a particularly sore spot. By the time I finished, her shoulder was noticeably less tense, and she looked… lighter, somehow.

“Thanks,” she said, her voice softer than usual. “I mean it.”

“Anytime,” I replied, meaning it more than I realized.

Her eyes lowered suddenly, a flicker of vulnerability creeping into her expression. “I guess... sometimes it’s hard for people to understand. They either see me as the tough, independent person,because that’s what I want them to see. Sometimes,I show them my softer part and I’m usually taken advantage of when I act like that. But… I’m not invincible,you know?”

I felt a knot tighten in my chest at her words. She was tough. She was smart. She was so much more than she seemed to give herself credit for. “You don’t have to apologize for being real and vulnerable,” I said, my voice low and reassuring. “You’re allowed to feel the way you do. You’re not alone here.”

She looked up at me, her eyes softening a little as she took in my words. “I didn’t realize how much I’ve been hiding. I guess it just gets... exhausting sometimes. Pretending that everything’s fine when it’s not.”

I couldn’t help but feel a wave of empathy wash over me. I knew that feeling. The pressure of always having to be strong, to always hold it together, even when everything inside you was falling apart. I had been in her shoes, more times than I cared to admit.

“You don’t have to pretend with me,” I said, meeting her gaze with a kind of sincerity I wasn’t sure I’d ever expressed before. “I know we haven’t known each other for long but…I get it. You’re not the only one trying to find their place. Sometimes, it’s easier to hide behind walls. But you don’t have to do that with me. Not anymore.”

For a moment, she just stared at me, her expression unreadable, and then something shifted in her eyes. Maybe she saw the truth in my words, or maybe she just needed to hear them. Either way, the tension in the room seemed to ease, just a little.

“I’m not great at this whole... opening up thing,” she said, letting out a weak,quiet laugh. “But I think... maybe it’s worth trying. Right?”

I smiled at her, feeling something warm blossom in my chest. “It’s worth trying,” I agreed. “And maybe, we can help each other with that. Maybe we can even be friends.”

She raised an eyebrow at me, an amused smile tugging at her lips. “Friends?” she asked, a teasing lilt to her voice,but I could see the excitement behind her wide eyes. “You sure you’re up for it, Neteyam?”

I said, a small smile tugging at the corner of my lips. “Of course I’m sure. Better yet,I’ll even make sure you don’t murder anyone with your mood swings.”

Her lips twitched into a smile, and she rolled her eyes, but I could see the appreciation in the small way her shoulders relaxed. “You’re a real charmer, you know.” she muttered, though there was no heat in her words.

“Hey, I’m just speaking the truth,” I replied with a grin. “The world needs more of me, I’m just saying.”

She let out a laugh, the sound a little strained but genuine. “Maybe one Neteyam is enough. I don’t know if the world could handle two.”

“I think you’re just jealous,” I teased, nudging her good shoulder lightly with my elbow.

She snorted, shaking her head. “Please. I’d rather be in pain than deal with your ego any more than I have to.”

“Fair enough,” I said, giving her a mock pout. “I’m trying to be helpful here, and you’re rejecting my kindness.”

She smirked. “I’m rejecting your sarcasm. But thanks... for listening. And for not running off the second I started talking about how much of a pain in the ass I am.”

I didn’t know why, but that made me feel warmer than it should’ve. “You’re not a pain in the ass. You’re... pretty cool, actually.” I paused, then added, “Pain or not.”

She raised an eyebrow at me. “That’s the nicest thing anyone’s said to me in, like, an hour.”

I chuckled. “Well, I’m happy to help.”

Slowly,we fell into a comfortable silence. The soft glow of the dim light casting shadows that danced gently across her features. The faint hum of the base filled the silence, but I barely noticed it. My attention was entirely on her.

She was leaning back on her palms, her head tilted slightly upward as she stared at the ceiling. Her hair, unbound and free, pooled around her shoulders and down her back like an ocean of soft waves. The light caught the natural sheen in it, creating an almost halo-like effect around her head. The strands seemed to ripple with her every subtle movement, and I couldn’t help but notice how effortlessly beautiful she looked—like a moment frozen in time, raw and unfiltered.

Her face, partially illuminated, carried an ethereal softness under the subdued light. The curve of her cheekbones, the delicate arch of her brows, and the faint shadow of her lashes against her skin—all of it felt magnified in this quiet, intimate moment. Her lips, slightly parted, caught my attention for a beat too long. Full and natural, they had a way of drawing my gaze without her even trying.

The dim light softened the sharpness of her features, making her look almost dreamlike. Her doe-like eyes, though unfocused as they traced patterns across the ceiling, seemed deeper somehow, like they held an entire galaxy behind them.

Her shoulders were relaxed, but there was a tension in the way her hands pressed into the floor, grounding her. The fabric of her loose shirt shifted slightly as she breathed, the neckline dipping just enough to reveal the faint outline of her collarbones. It wasn’t intentional—nothing about her ever seemed forced—but the simplicity of it only made her more alluring.

I watched as her chest rose and fell with each breath, the steady rhythm hypnotizing me. Her posture gave her an air of quiet confidence, as if she was completely at ease in this moment. Yet, there was a vulnerability there too, something that made her seem so real and tangible, like the delicate balance between strength and softness.

She shifted slightly, her fingers curling against the floor, and the movement was so subtle, so natural, it sent a strange thrill through me. I realized then just how intently I’d been watching her, how I couldn’t seem to look away. Every little detail—the way her hair framed her face, the soft curve of her lips, the calm yet restless energy she carried—was pulling me in, bit by bit.

This was dangerous—this pull she had over me, so effortless, so natural, yet so completely overwhelming. It wasn’t just her beauty, though that alone was enough to make my thoughts scatter. It was the way she existed in this moment, unguarded and unassuming, as if she didn’t even realize how much space she took up in my mind.

And yet, the longer I looked at her, the harder it became to remember why I shouldn’t. Why I shouldn’t let my mind wander to the way her hair cascaded over her shoulders like a waterfall. Why I shouldn’t think about how her lips, slightly parted, seemed to invite thoughts I had no business entertaining. Why I shouldn’t dwell on the way she held herself—with a mix of strength and vulnerability that made me want to learn every story, every scar, every smile.

It wasn’t just attraction; it was something deeper, more insidious. A seed of something I couldn’t quite name yet but knew would grow if I let it. She was starting to take root in my thoughts, her laugh, her voice, her endless curiosity all lingering in the corners of my mind long after she was gone.

I found myself breathing as if the air between us had grown heavier. Something was shifting in me—something I hadn’t expected, something I wasn’t sure I wanted. This wasn’t part of the plan. She wasn’t supposed to be part of the plan. And yet, she was becoming impossible to ignore.

The way she sat there, so perfectly unaware of the effect she was having on me, made it all the more dangerous. Because every second I spent watching her, every detail I memorized—the slight tilt of her head, the rhythm of her breathing, the way her fingers tapped absently against the floor—was another step toward something I couldn’t afford.

I wasn’t so sure about my loyalties anymore. That’s the thing with humans. They have a way of making you question everything.

And still, I couldn’t stop myself. Couldn’t stop the way my chest tightened every time she moved. Couldn’t stop the thoughts racing through my mind, each one more foolish than the last.

She was becoming a gravity I couldn’t escape, a quiet pull drawing me closer with every breath. And as I stood there, caught in the silent orbit of her presence, I realized with a sinking clarity that I was falling. Slowly, maybe, but undeniably.

Her voice brought me back to reality, soft and melodic, like a breeze stirring the stillness of the night. I hadn’t even realized how lost I had become in my thoughts until she spoke, her words cutting through the haze and pulling me back into the moment.

I blinked, forcing myself to focus on her. She was still sitting there, leaning back on her palms, her eyes flickering to mine.

“You know,” she said, staring up at the ceiling, “I think this might be the most fun I’ve had in weeks.”

“Glad I could be of service,” I said, tossing a piece of fruit into my mouth.

Our conversation was then cut short by Norm as he stumbled in, half-asleep, rubbing his eyes and muttering something about needing stronger coffee around here, while we were sprawled on the floor, mid-laugh. We froze as his gaze landed on us, his sleepy expression shifting into one of confusion.

“What are you two doing?” he mumbled, scratching his head.

Never one to back down from an opportunity to tease,she turned to him. “Star gazing,” she said, deadpan, despite the fact that we were indoors.

Norm squinted, clearly too tired to argue. “Right. Well, carry on. Just… keep it down.” He shuffled over to the kitchenette, grabbed a glass of water, and disappeared as quickly as he’d arrived.

As soon as the door closed behind him, we burst out laughing again. I rolled onto my side, clutching my stomach. “Star gazing? Really?”

She grinned, unrepentant. “It worked, didn’t it?”

Shaking my head, I let the laughter fade and leaned back against the floor, staring up at the ceiling. The quiet hum of the outpost settled around us, and for the first time in what felt like forever, I felt completely relaxed. In a moment of confidence,I turned my head to look at her.

She turned her head to look at me as well,her cheek resting softly against the cool floor, and for a moment, I couldn't tear my gaze away. Her hair fanned out around her like a halo,tendrils spilling in all directions, catching the dim light in a way that made her seem almost otherworldly. In that split second, I was completely entranced, my heart doing a strange, sudden lurch in my chest. It was like everything around me went quiet, and all that mattered was the sight of her there, so effortlessly beautiful. I swear, my heart physically skipped a beat.

"You're staring," she said, her voice teasing, with a smirk playing at the corners of her lips.

I blinked rapidly, forcing myself to pull my eyes away from her. "Was not," I mumbled, but my voice betrayed me, the words coming out a little too quick, too defensive.

"Totally were," she shot back, poking me in the side with one finger, sending a small, unexpected jolt through me.

I let out a quiet breath, glancing at her with surprise. Her playfulness was so unexpected, and it threw me off balance more than I cared to admit.

"As if," I muttered, a small laugh bubbling up despite myself.

She smiled then, a small, genuine smile that seemed to warm the room, making my chest tighten in ways I couldn’t name. There was something about the way her expression softened, something that tugged at me. That simple, unguarded smile made the space between us feel both impossibly close and unbearably far, all at once. I wasn’t sure why, but I felt exposed under her gaze, and I didn’t want to look away—didn’t want to lose the moment.

"Okay, enough deep shit," she said with a dramatic flourish, flopping her back onto the floor like she’d just completed an intense workout. "Tell me something dumb. Like… what’s the most embarrassing thing that’s ever happened to you?"

I groaned, instantly feeling the weight of the question. "Oh, come on. That’s not fair."

"Fairness is overrated," she teased, smirking at me as if daring me to resist. "Come on, spill. I know you’ve got something good."

I sighed, running a hand through my braids, already regretting this conversation. "Fine. When I was like… ten, I tried to impress this girl by climbing a tree. Thought I was being all cool and smooth, y’know? But then I fell right out of it and landed in a pile of… well, let’s just say it wasn’t dirt."

She burst out laughing immediately, clutching her stomach like she couldn’t control herself. Her laugh was so contagious, I found myself cracking a smile, even though I was still cringing at the memory. "Oh my god! Please tell me she didn’t see the whole thing."

I grimaced, leaning back against the floor, trying to escape the embarrassment. "Unfortunately, yes. And she never, ever let me live it down."

She wiped a tear from her eye, still laughing uncontrollably. "Okay, your turn. Ask me something."

I thought for a moment, a mischievous grin slowly creeping onto my face. "Alright. What’s the dumbest thing you’ve ever done to impress someone?"

She groaned and covered her face with both hands, clearly regretting her decision to play along. "Oh, you’re evil. Okay, fine." She sighed deeply, as if preparing to dive into the depths of embarrassment. "When I was fifteen, I had this huge crush on a guy, and he was obsessed with some TV series, so I… painted a triquetra on my wall in black paint to impress him. It’s like… a triangle symbol, I don’t know how to describe it."

I stared at her for a moment, speechless, before I couldn’t hold it back any longer. I burst out laughing, leaning forward in disbelief. "You’re kidding."

"Wish I was," she said, her voice muffled behind her hands, but I could still hear the faint edge of humiliation in it. "He didn’t even think it was that impressive, and my parents thought I was in a cult."

I doubled over in laughter, clutching my sides as the ridiculousness of her story hit me. It was almost too perfect. The image of her—who could be so effortlessly composed and sharp—doing something so… ridiculous to impress some guy was too much for me. I could barely breathe, still laughing so hard I thought I might pass out.

We kept trading stories like that for a while, our voices rising in fits of laughter, each ridiculous tale more outrageous than the last. By the time we realized how late it was, the sun had already begun to rise. Its soft glow filtered through the windows, casting long beams of pale light across the room, making everything feel a little softer, a little quieter.

"Shit," she said, looking around in sudden realization. "We pulled an all-nighter???"

"Looks like it," I muttered, stretching as a yawn escaped me. I was exhausted, but in that moment, it felt like the kind of tiredness you could sink into, not the kind that dragged you down. The kind that comes after a night spent with someone who makes everything feel a little lighter.

She groaned, glancing at the clock and then back at me, her expression still a mix of disbelief and amusement. "We seriously need to stop doing this. I don’t know what’s worse: the fact that we stayed up all night or the fact that I actually enjoy it."

I chuckled softly, rubbing my eyes. "We’ll deal with that later. But right now, I’m pretty sure we both need coffee."

She shot me a grin, her eyes sparkling even in the early morning light. "Coffee sounds like a good idea. Let’s go make some bad decisions."

I helped her up, my hand steady as I offered her a small, teasing smile. But as soon as she stood, her eyes widened just slightly, and I couldn't suppress a chuckle at the look on her face. In that moment, the difference in our heights felt more pronounced than it ever had before.

Her gaze flickered up to me, a little self-conscious, and I could tell she was probably calculating how much taller I was than her. I couldn’t help but find it amusing—the way she looked up at me like I was some towering figure.

We both began to walk toward the kitchen, and her voice rang out, light and easy, bouncing off the walls as we moved through the quiet, stillness of the morning. “Thanks for tonight, Neteyam. For real. I didn’t think I needed this, but… I did.”

I turned my head to look at her,a faint smile tugging at her lips. “You don’t have to thank me,” I said. “I had fun too.”

She laughed lightly. “Fun, huh? Even with my bitching about my shoulder and my terrible jokes?”

I smirked. “Your jokes are pretty bad. But the shoulder thing? I get it. Everyone’s got their stuff. Doesn’t make you weak.”

As we walked side by side toward the kitchen, her words hung in the air, a soft echo I couldn’t quite shake. I didn’t think I needed this, but... I did.

Something inside me shifted. The usual weight of responsibility and expectations that always seemed to press down on me felt a little less suffocating in that moment. Maybe it was the simplicity of her gratitude, the way she didn’t try to hide the vulnerability in her voice. Maybe it was because I hadn’t felt this light in a long time—not in a way that wasn’t tied to duty or obligation.

I glanced at her, a faint smile tugging at my lips, and despite the teasing, there was something different in the way she looked at me. It wasn’t just the playful glint in her eyes or the way she always managed to make me feel like I was part of something bigger than the chaos of my life. No, this was something deeper—something that cut through the layers of expectation that had built up around me for as long as I could remember. It was like she saw me, really saw me—not just the son of Toruk Makto, not just the Olo’Eyktan-in-training, not the perfect older brother everyone expected me to be. She didn’t see the role I played or the image I projected for the world. She saw the person beneath it all.

She saw me beyond the weight of duty, beyond the endless training, beyond the constant pressure to be something I didn’t always know how to be. She saw the guy who almost lost his life to a bullet, the one who had doubts and scars that no one else seemed to notice. She didn’t flinch at the messiness of who I was or what I’d been through. She felt it, without even having to ask.

And for a split second, I wondered if maybe I was finally starting to feel seen too—really seen in a way I hadn’t allowed myself to be in so long.

The connection we’d shared over the past few hours—the jokes, the quiet moments, the easy conversation—had slowly started to weave something between us. A thread that was pulling tighter with every passing minute. And it made me realize just how much I didn’t want it to unravel.

I turned my head, watching her laugh, that light sound filling the space between us. There was something magnetic about her presence, something I hadn’t expected to find. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but she had a way of making everything else fade into the background.

“You’re annoyingly good at this whole ‘being supportive’ thing,” she said, her words almost a whisper, but they hit me harder than I expected.

It wasn’t the first time I’d heard that sort of compliment—being the strong, reliable older sibling had earned me a reputation for being the go-to guy when things got tough. But hearing it from her? It made me want to be better, to actually be the kind of person she thought I was. It made me want to do more than just live up to expectations; it made me want to live up to her expectations.

I chuckled softly, the lightness of the moment easing some of the tension I hadn’t realized I was carrying. "Comes with the territory of being the older brother. You learn to deal with people's shit." I said, shrugging casually, though I wasn’t so sure I believed it myself.

“Wow, way to ruin the moment,” she said, rolling her eyes, but there was a playful edge to her voice.

But as we reached the kitchen, I realized something else too. I wasn’t just the older brother anymore. I wasn’t just the guy everyone turned to. In that space, in the quiet moments we shared, I felt something else stirring inside me—something I hadn’t let myself feel in a long time. Something that made my chest tighten and my thoughts race, but not in the usual way. It wasn’t pressure, or the weight of a thousand expectations—it was something lighter. Something hopeful.

And as we both stood there, exchanging the last of our banter, I couldn’t help but wonder if this—this—wasn’t just about being supportive. Maybe, just maybe, I was starting to feel something more. And it terrified me.

But for the first time in a long time, it felt like something worth chasing.

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wzrd-wheezes · 1 year ago

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No Strings Attached - Remus Lupin x Reader

AN - I've been wanting to write this one for a while now but I've only just gotten around to it.

2k words.

Remus lay stretched out across the length of the sofa, his back propped against one plush arm and his legs near enough dangling over the other. Y/N was tucked in between his legs, her head leaning back against his chest. Remus had his arms wrapped around her, one hand holding his book, resting it on her stomach, the fingers on his spare hand were tracing lazy circles on the exposed skin of her midriff.

This was the usual set up for the pair of them. To anyone looking in, it would be a safe bet to say that they were boyfriend and girlfriend. However, they were not. Their relationship had been like this for a while now, they had been best friends since school, and after leaving decided to move in together.

They had always been quite touchy feely with each other, so snuggling up on the sofa was a common occurrence in their flat. For the two of them, the line between best friends and in a relationship was thin. It had all started after they had first slept together, when they had both come home from the pub one night, both slightly tipsy but extremely horny. Their relationship had been a bit of a grey area since then. Friends with benefits didn’t seem to fit what they were. Did friends with benefits usually cuddle up for hours after? Make food together? Remus didn’t think so.

“I think there should be a new word for what we are.” Remus whispered; his words were so soft that they could easily have been mistaken for a thought. His eyes were still focused on his book, but his free hand was now moving more intently, tracing shapes on Y/N’s skin. Y/N hummed in response, her eyes flickering open. She shifted slightly so she could look at him better, a light smile on her face.

“I’m listening to you. What do you think we should call what we are?” She tilted her head slightly, her eyes glittering mischievously, “Can’t have the neighbours thinking we’re a couple.”

“Hmm...” he paused for a moment, pretending to think, “What about, friends with benefits who also live together and cook together and cuddle and flirt sometimes? How’s that for a label?” he responded, his tone playful. He moved his hand to cup her cheek, his thumb moving to caress her jaw.

“Way too long.” Y/N said with a dismissive wave of her hand.

“Okay fine. We’ll go with ‘Friends with Benefits’ and then if I ever need to introduce you to anyone, I can just mention all the other activities that we do.” He cocked to the side, giving her a grin. It was hard to discern if he was teasing her or if he genuinely wanted to keep their ‘situation’ a secret. Remus wasn’t even sure if he knew that himself.

“In all honesty, I’m content with the way things are.” Y/N hummed, “No strings attached. It’s nice, y’know?”

“No strings.” he repeated, his voice thoughtful. She could feel the strings between them though, couldn’t she? The strings that would be difficult to unravel even if they wanted to. “I like it too.” he added softly.

A few days had passed since their conversation and Remus was trying his best not to think about it. Every time he did, he got this strange sinking feeling in his stomach. He told himself over and over again that he was fine with just keeping it casual with Y/N, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t convince himself.

“Oh, I forgot to mention this morning, I’m out tonight so I won’t be in for dinner.” Y/N said one afternoon. They were in their usual spot on the sofa, sat at either end with their legs intertwined in the middle. Remus’s hand was resting on Y/N’s shin, his fingers running up and down it absent mindedly as he read. He glanced up from his book when she spoke.

“Ah okay, no problem. You off anywhere fun?”

“Y’know Max that I used to work with? He’s in town so asked if I wanted to go out for a drink with him.”

Remus’s fingers stilled, his arm going completely limp. After a beat, he cleared his throat and spoke, his voice careful.

“Is that... a date, or?”

“I dunno. Why’d you asked?” Y/N shrugged.

His eyes locked on hers, his lips parted slightly as he tried to think of a reply.

“Oh, nothing. Just wondered is all.” he said. His voice was even, calm, but she could hear the strain in it. Remus shifted in his seat, looking back down at his book, trying to hide his face from her.

“You’re not getting all weird on me, are you?” Y/N said, sitting up straight, “We said no strings attached...”

“No,” he said, his tone a touch sharp, “I’m not being weird!”

He was. He knew that, and he knew for certain that she did too. He was jealous and the thought of her going out for a drink with someone else was killing him. His thoughts went back to the other men that he knew Y/N had been with. The ones that she’d openly talked to him about before they had got involved with each other. Back when they were best friends and nothing more.

“Good! You had me worried for a second.” Y/N laughed nervously, pulling Remus from his thoughts.

His jaw was clenched, the words that were left unsaid hung on his tongue, but he swallowed them down. He forced his body to relax and took a deep breath.

“Nah of course not.” he said, trying to keep his tone light, “Have fun, yeah? Call me if you need anything.”

After she had left, Remus moped around their flat for a while. He cooked himself dinner and then settled down back on the sofa with his book. Try as he might, he couldn’t seem to focus. His thoughts just kept jumping back to Y/N. His heart was racing, his body heating up at the thought of Max touching her. Putting his arms around her, his hand resting on her thigh like Remus’s did.

Remus decided that, if he was awake when she got back, he wanted to kiss her. He wanted to take her by the hand and lead her to the bedroom, pulling her close until there was nothing between them. He wanted to whisper his feelings for her, tell her that he didn’t want to keep it casual. He was scared. He was absolutely terrified of coming on too strong, he didn’t want to ruin what they had now, but he couldn’t bear the thought of Y/N being with anybody else.

The minutes stretched and stretched and stretched, all he was doing was waiting for her to get back. Hoping that his thoughts were completely wrong. His heart raced at every noise, anxiously waiting for the jingle of her keys as she unlocked the door.

He must have fallen asleep because his eyes shot open when he heard the door creak. His eyes followed Y/N’s movements as she made her way into the flat. She dropped her keys down on the coffee table with a clatter and then plonked herself down on the sofa next to him.

“Oh, hey.” Remus said, as if he hadn’t been desperately waiting for her to return home for the past several house.

“Hey. Wasn’t sure if you’d have gone to bed or not.” Y/N said, curling her legs up, getting comfortable.

“Couldn’t sleep,” Remus shrugged, “How was your evening? Have a good time?” he tried his best to sound careless, but there was something in his tone that hinted at just the opposite

“Yeah, it was fine, thank you.” Y/N said. She eyed Remus, looking for any indication on his face that something was wrong with him. Remus looked at her, trying to seem casual, but his gaze was anything but. He cleared his throat once more, his hand rubbing over his chin.

“Are you... are you upset with me?” she asked, her voice coming out barely above a whisper. She felt her gut twist as she looked at him. He looked annoyed, as if he was trying his hardest not to say something to her.

Her question hit him like a ton of bricks. Remus thought about his response for a moment. What was he supposed to say? The truth? That he was jealous beyond logic and reason? That he loved her and didn’t want her to be with anyone else but him?

“Of course I’m not upset.” he found himself saying, “I could never be upset with you.”

Y/N nodded, her eyes fixed on a patch of the carpet. Neither of them said anything for a while. They just sat there in silence. It wasn’t the kind of quiet that they were used to when they were sat together, the comfortable kind where they didn't feel like they had to say anything to each other, where they could just sit in each other's company and just be. The silence was the horrible kind, the kind that lingered in the air and was so uncomfortable that Remus swore he could hear his own heart beating.

“I’m jealous.” Remus’s voice came out strained. He jerked a little in his seat, as if he couldn’t believe the words that had just come out of his mouth.

“Yeah, I figured that much.” she replied quietly. A silence descended upon them once more, but after a moment or two she spoke again, “You said no strings attached. So... you can’t get jealous. You can’t care.” Her words came out frantically.

“No, you said no strings attached.” Remus said.

“Yeah, but – we agreed to that.” Y/N’s tone had heightened, his words touching a nerve within her, I thought – I thought that meant that you were okay with this! I thought you didn’t care. That we were just screwing around and then when you got bored you would just call it quits and move on.” Tears started to well up in the corners of her eyes, her voice soft and quivering.

Remus let out a noise of frustration and stood up from the sofa. He started to pace the living room, his hand anxiously lifting to rub the back of his head.

“How could you think that I don’t care?” he asked, “I- I care about you. I have for a while now! And I’m - I don’t know what I am to you, but I know for sure that I don’t want us to be friends with benefits or whatever bullshit label we call ourselves.”

Y/N let out a deep breath, taking a moment to process what he had just said to her. She felt like her head was spinning. Her eyes followed Remus as he paced back and forth, clearly trying to make sense of the situation just like he was.

“You like me...” Y/N whispered. Remus stopped dead in his tracks, turning to look at her.

“Of course I like you!” his voice slightly louder than before, “I can read you like a book. I know exactly what you’re thinking, what you’re feeling. I know the sound of your heartbeat and the taste of your breath, and I know for sure how your lips feel on mine.”

Remus had crossed to the room and had crumpled to his knees in front of where she was sat. It was as if getting those words out, finally getting it off his chest how he felt about her, had taken all of the energy from his body. He took Y/N’s face in his hands, his eyes searching hers for a reaction.

Her eyes widened slightly, her whole body seeming to react to his words. She felt her cheeks heat up, her lips parting slightly as if she wanted to say something, but she couldn’t. She knew that she liked him. The fact that she had had a few flings here and there didn’t change that.

Y/N crashed her lips into his. She couldn’t think of any other way to show him how she felt. Instinctively, his arms wrapped around her and he pulled himself onto the sofa. He all but dragged her so that she was on top of him, as close as could be, eyes peering into each other’s.

“Fuck it.” Y/N said, breathless from the kiss, “Fuck ‘No strings attached’.”

#remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x you #remus lupin fanfiction #remus lupin fluff #remus lupin

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zorrasucia · 11 months ago

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"Just sleeping and fucking all day," I AM DEAD!!! and i revived just to BEG you to expand on this please i just love them so much 😭

I'm so glad you liked it, Anon! I came up with something but I'm like 90% sure it's not what you were asking for - I aimed to write more smut and it turned into saccharine fluff somehow. I apologize. Rest assured that the next update for this fic is business as usual, very spicy and contains Carmy finally ******* ****** :)

Teach Me Tonight - Deleted Scene 2.0

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Deleted Scene] [Part 4] [Part 5] [Part 6] [Part 7] Deleted Scene: [Part 8]

Reader x Carmy Berzatto (The Bear FX)

Rating: Mature (1k)

Tags: Set sometime after the opening of The Bear, Smut, Virgin!Carmy, Fluff, Miscommunication, Domesticity

"Hey, baby," Carmy mumbled with a smile, rolling over in bed and looking at you with sleepy eyes.

You had padded into the room and leaned over to kiss his neck, waking him up from his third nap of the day. In between, you had fucked - slow and loving, then quick and hard, then a mix of both. You felt tired in the best way - and still somehow you wanted him. But you could wait.

"Shhh. I'm not here for another round," you soothed, moving a lock of hair out of his face. "Got us some pizza," you settled across from him, laying the box between you.

He sat up and ogled you shamelessly. You were wearing jeans and one of his shirts, your nipples showing through the white fabric.

"You're gonna be the death of me," he shook his head and focused on the slice of pizza you handed him instead.

"I mean," you gestured at him, his naked torso and satisfied smirk, "likewise, Carm."

You shared a hungry look while taking a bite of pepperoni. He broke first, looking up at the ceiling, away from you.

"How's it feel?" he asked.

"Mmm?" you nudged his leg with your foot.

"You come like two, three times when I can only do one and be just useless..." he blushed, curiosity tinting his skin. "I was just wondering what that was like, if all women were like that."

You smiled. Sometimes you forgot that he was a virgin before you.

"A lot of women can, uh, come multiple times," you explained. "If it's done properly, if you work for it," you cleared your throat. "Some women can't come at all."

"That sounds, uh-" Carmy struggled.

"Miserable?" you supplied and he nodded. "It can be. But sex isn't always about coming, you know? It's about being close and getting to know each other."

Carmy hummed pensively.

Just now, between one round and the next you had fallen asleep still intertwined, spent, his arms around your waist and his softening cock inside you. It was nice, to be so close with zero expectations of it going anywhere.

"What've you learned about me? With sex, I mean," he asked, his blue eyes wide.

"That you're giving, uh, determined, a fast learner," you pondered for a minute while you chewed. "A bit of a control freak but we knew that from before," he chuckled. "And you think you don't deserve good shit, even though you do."

"Pretty spot on," he let out a shaky breath.

You caressed his calf over the bedsheets. It felt strange to be talking about this but it had been a fucking weird day, and discussing orgasms with Carmy while eating pizza fit right in.

"You're a great fuck, Carm," you said softly. "And that takes patience and care and- I love that you want to make me feel good. I do," his gaze was downward and you reached for his hand. "I just don't want you to think you need to be perfect for me here too, you know? There's no pressure."

Carmy nodded and his eyes met yours, he gave you a soft smile.

"Thanks," he brushed your knuckles with his thumb. Then his smile turned mischievous. "Just to be sure, you do like coming though?" he looked for confirmation, head tilted.

"Yeah," you laughed. "Obviously, yeah," you poked at his side and reached for another slice of pizza. "I'm just saying there's no pressure, okay?"

"Okay," he took a big bite of crust. "You didn't answer my question from before," he prompted, raising his eyebrows. "How does it feel?"

"Uh. Well, you don't know how good it's going to be until you're coming. Sometimes it slows down, becomes softer. Or you get halfway through the next and get stuck there," you shrugged. "Sometimes it builds up, becomes more intense each time-"

"Like the last one?" he asked.

You blushed - the memory of him on top of you, his chain dangling near your mouth, his hands holding your wrists above your head, taking up all your thoughts. He had fucked you through your first orgasm until you saw stars and your moans turned into cries of pleasure.

"Exactly like that," you replied bashfully like it wasn't you that had begged him to keep going and fuck you harder.

"How many have you done?" Carmy asked after a while.

"Huh?"

"How many times you've come in a row?" he repeated, that calculating look back on his face. "What's the max?"

"I don't know, five?" you laughed nervously. "I think you're getting the wrong message from this, Carm."

"No, I know," he shook his head. "I was guessing we could start with all that 'no pressure' thing tomorrow. And I think I still have one more round left in me today, so..."

"What the fuck, Carm?" you giggled.

You covered your face with your hands, hiding how flustered you were.

"I'm serious," he said, amusement still showing in his tone. You finally uncovered your face and looked at him. He was smiling but he wasn't joking. "I don't know how to be calm," he explained. "I don't know how to fucking relax and be normal. I never have. Being with you- That's the closest I've come to that," he said softly. You cupped his face tenderly. "But sometimes it gets so crazy that the only thing I know I can do well is make you feel good. That's why I can be a control freak and competitive and insane..."

You shushed him.

"You're fine, baby," you caressed Carmy's shoulders, scooting closer to him. "I love that you're all those things. I just- You push yourself to the limit. You can hurt yourself trying to make everything perfect," your thumb traced the edge of the dark circles around his eyes - all from early mornings and late nights at The Bear. "I don't want to be that for you - another weight, another thing that needs to be perfect."

"You're not," he whispered. "You've never been that, okay?"

"Okay," you sighed and surged forward to kiss him, his face between your palms.

Even after the kiss was over you stayed there, your forehead on his, and your noses touching.

"So," you said after a while, "how about we finish this," you pointed at the pizza, "and watch a movie?"

You had learned that watching a movie with Carmy was shorthand for a nap on the couch since he was always so fucking tired.

He chuckled against your mouth.

"I think I can manage that," he replied, guiding you by the hand to the living room.

[Part 8]

@th3h0nkz @faephoria @wadupppp

#replies #carmy x reader #carmen berzatto x reader #carmy berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto fanfiction #carmen berzatto x you #carmy berzatto x you #carmy x you #carmy berzatto smut

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shokosmokes · 4 months ago

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﹒◌﹒hockey au﹒✧﹒

hi! so this is super self indulgent based on this post i made hehe n im super excited to write this, i hope u enjoy (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) .ᐟ.ᐟ

this is probably gonna be super lengthy so this is just part one lol

copy-pasted from my notes app so sorry if there’s any errors

masterlist

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megumi x reader x yuji love triangle

tooth rotten fluff with a bit of angst

The music is loud—too loud for your taste—but you don’t really care. You’re not here for the party, not really. You’re here because you promised some new friends you’d show up. After all, that’s what people do when they want to feel like they belong, right? Pretend to be interested in house parties with thumping bass, cheap beer, and sweaty college students pressed together like sardines.

You tug at the sleeves of your sweater nervously, trying to blend into the wall, regretting not bringing a drink. At least it would’ve given your hands something to do. You scan the crowded living room, your eyes flicking over the mass of people, mind wandering until you spot a familiar face—or rather, two.

Yuji Itadori is hard to miss. His bright pink hair stands out against the dim lighting, and he’s laughing at something, his wide grin infectious even from across the room. Next to him, Megumi Fushiguro looks like he’d rather be anywhere but here, his expression as unreadable as ever. The complete opposite of Yuji’s playful demeanor.

It’s funny how they balance each other out like that. Yuji, the bright, silly one who lights up every room he walks into, and Megumi, the quiet, brooding one, always watching from the sidelines. You haven’t known them long, but even you can tell they’re close in a way that most people would envy.

And yet, here you are, watching them, unsure of where you fit into the picture.

“Hey!” Yuji’s voice suddenly cuts through the noise as he jogs over to you, his face lighting up when he sees you. “You came! I didn’t think you’d show up.”

You smile, feeling the warmth of his excitement wash over you. “I almost didn’t, but I figured I’d give it a shot.”

“Well, I’m glad you did.” His grin widens, and he turns, waving toward Megumi, who’s still standing by the drinks table, looking completely out of place. “Megumi, come over here! She’s finally here!”

Megumi’s eyes flick over to you, and for a moment, your gazes lock. His expression softens slightly, but he doesn’t smile. Instead, he gives a small nod and walks over, hands tucked into the pockets of his jacket.

“Hey,” he says, his voice low but steady.

“Hey,” you echo, feeling your pulse quicken for no good reason.

The three of you stand there for a moment, Yuji’s energy bouncing between you, while Megumi’s silence settles like a blanket over the noise of the party. You feel the tension immediately. Not in a bad way, just... tension. The kind that makes your heart race for reasons you can’t quite put your finger on.

“So,” Yuji begins, clearly trying to break the silence, “have you been to any of our hockey games yet? We’ve got a big one coming up next week.”

You blink, surprised by the sudden change in topic. Hockey? Right. They’re both on the team, something you keep forgetting since you’ve never actually seen them play. It’s not really your thing, but the thought of seeing them on the ice—sweaty and focused—sends a strange shiver down your spine.

“No, I haven’t been to any yet,” you admit. “But maybe I’ll come to the next one.”

Yuji’s eyes light up like you’ve just made his day. “You should! It’s gonna be great. Megumi’s an amazing defender. You’ll love it.”

You glance at Megumi, who shifts uncomfortably under Yuji’s praise. “I’m not that great,” he mutters.

“You’re amazing, dude,” Yuji counters, playfully nudging his friend. “Don’t be so modest.”

You find yourself smiling at their dynamic. It’s hard not to get swept up in Yuji’s enthusiasm. “Okay, fine. I’ll come,” you say, laughing a little at how easily you’ve been convinced.

“Awesome!” Yuji’s grin is infectious. “I’ll make sure you get a good seat.”

Megumi doesn’t say anything, but you can feel his eyes on you, something quiet and unreadable flickering in them. It isn’t uncomfortable, but it makes your heart race in a way that you’re not sure you’re ready to acknowledge.

You’re not here for hockey. You’re not here for parties. But somehow, being here with them feels like it’s exactly where you’re supposed to be.

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Later that week, you find yourself sitting in the cold, buzzing arena, clutching a cup of hot chocolate as you watch the players take to the ice. You have to admit, there’s something captivating about watching them skate, the fluid motion of their bodies gliding across the rink. Your eyes keep wandering back to two figures—Yuji and Megumi.

Yuji is in his element, grinning even through his helmet, waving to the crowd every chance he gets. His energy is infectious, even from the stands. Megumi, on the other hand, is focused, eyes narrowed in concentration as he defends the goal like his life depends on it. The contrast between them is striking.

Your stomach twists when Yuji skates by, throwing you a playful wink. He’s just so... Yuji. Bright, carefree, and completely unaware of the effect he has on people. On you.

And Megumi... God, Megumi.

Every time you see him on the ice, you feel that strange pull in your chest again. There’s something about him—something quiet and intense—that makes your heart race in a way you can’t explain. He isn’t as obvious as Yuji, but there’s a warmth to him, hidden beneath that cool, stone-faced exterior.

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After the game, you’re surprised when both of them ask you to hang out—separately, of course.

Yuji wants to go to the arcade. Megumi invites you to a quiet coffee shop he likes, one tucked away from the busy part of campus.

You don’t know how to say no to either of them.

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Megumi’s fingers brush yours as he hands you a book he thinks you’ll like, his gaze lingering just a little too long before he pulls back. “This one’s good,” he says softly, almost shyly. “If you’re into that kind of thing.”

Your heart thuds in your chest as you take the book from him, your hands barely touching. “Thanks,” you whisper, feeling the weight of his attention settle over you.

Megumi is so... subtle. His affection, if it’s even that, comes in quiet gestures. A brush of fingers here, a soft look there. It makes your heart race in a way that feels... different. Dangerous, almost.

But then, there’s Yuji.

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“Gotcha!” Yuji laughs as he beats you—again—at one of the games at the arcade, his playful grin lighting up his whole face.

You can’t help but laugh with him, your heart soaring at the pure joy in his eyes. Being with Yuji feels easy, like the sun has come out and everything is just... fun.

But it isn’t just fun. Not for you.

You’re torn. Between the boy who makes you feel safe, like a warm hug on a cold day, and the boy who sets your heart on fire, unpredictable and thrilling.

You don’t know how much longer you can keep pretending that you don’t feel anything for either of them.

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end of pt. 1 /).(\ pt. 2 coming very soon

#jjk #megumi #jjk x reader #megumi x you #jjk imagines #jjk x you #megumi x reader fluff #yuji x y/n #itadori yuji #yuji x reader #jjk yuji #yuji fluff #hockey au #jjk sports au #fushiguro megumi #megumi imagine

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a-very-sparkly-nerd · 5 months ago

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i'm grateful you're my daughter more than anything

Post 6x09, Runaan finds Rayla as she takes care of Callum. She's changed, and he couldn't be a prouder father.

Felt cute might put up on ao3 later :b

The first moment they had alone was in the dead of the night, moon high above the Nexus. It felt fitting, almost full-circle.

On his way down the hall to the library, to get parchment to send a letter to Ethari explaining what could never truly be explained, at least not fully, Runaan spotted Rayla slipping down the hall, footsteps light and quick as a true assassin's, despite how opposite of one she was, a steaming teacup on a little plate in her hands.

She looked up when she heard him, smiling a little as her low ponytail swung. "Runaan. ...Hey." She cleared her throat. "How- how are you feeling?"

He shrugged in the enormously oversized nightshirt the lumberjack human, Allen, had lent him. It was off-putting, being out of his form-fitting, safe garb, especially in this strange, unknown place he should very well have felt relaxed in- a full moon, at the Moon Nexus, but all Runaan could feel was... odd. "As good as one can, I suppose. How are you, though? How is your human? Clem- Camel? Stop me when I get it right-"

She laughed, and it wasn't a snarky one he'd grown so accustomed to. "Callum." A smile ticked her lips upwards at his name. "His name's Callum. And he's-" Rayla looked away to the wall, the little table she elected to set the tea down on, anywhere but him. "He's okay. I think. Mostly in shock. But he'll get through it." The unspoken words hung in the air, a truth both of them hated knowing: What other choice does he have?

"He's got you," Runaan offered, drawing closer. "That's pretty damn good."

She laughed again, a real, merry one, despite the bitter undertones. "Yeah. Some cuddles and tea are all I can do until morning. Bright and early, we go to Katolis." She made a face, and at least that was the same- her utter hatred of mornings.

Just like that, Runaan found himself relaxing just a little more into her presence. No longer a little girl he felt the need to protect- Well, she would always be that, his beloved daughter once he started acting like it, but someone he trusted to have his back. Even with how much she'd changed, not everything had.

"I will be up with the sun," he promised, and she looked away. That had just been one more thing setting her apart from the rest back at the Silvergrove, during training: her adamant refusal to awaken at the crack of dawn for early-morning runs and sparring.

Good. Please, let her never be like the Silvergrove, Runaan prayed now, just as he had so many moons ago with Ethari after Lain and Tiadrin left. Let her never have the hardened heart of an assassin, the only ones the community would spare the time of day. She had an out, and one look at her and Callum was enough for Runaan to know that she'd take it and never look back.

"Well, I should get this to Callum," Rayla said awkwardly, stilted, moving to take the cup, but Runaan stopped her with a gentle touch to her wrist. "Rayla, wait." Gentle, the way he'd be with Ethari. Because this was his daughter, not a member of his troupe or someone under his jurisdiction. His family.

She pursed her lips slightly and shook her loose bangs out of her eyes, and Runaan couldn't help but remember back to her parents. She was the perfect combination of them, with Lain's braids and horns, Tiadrin's nose and face shape, and her lavender eyes unique only to her. Setting her apart. "Yeah?"

He drew his hand back. "I've never seen you like this," he said, admittedly curiously.

Rayla tilted her head, questioning kindly rather than the abrasive, aggressive way she'd always done before. "Like what?"

"Giving," Runaan said, because that was the first word that came to him. Rayla had always been kind and generous and loving, no matter how she'd hated to show it. "Kind. Loving. Happy."

She took a hesitant step closer, reaching to rest her gentle, small hand on his upper arm, blinking furiously.

"It's a good look on you." He blinked his own tears away as she bit back a sob-ridden laugh. "The best one."

Rayla ducked her head, bangs swinging with the motion. "Thank you. That... It means a lot. So much."

Runaan clasped her hands, drinking the sight of his daughter in. So small physically, but larger than life. So, so loved and gorgeous, inside and out, and he was sure her human made sure she knew it, too.

"You have a beautiful heart, Rayla," he said eventually, softly. "The most gorgeous I've ever had the pleasure of knowing. My worst regret is trying to burn it away instead of nurturing it. And for that..." A hand found its way to lay over his heart, bringing a sniffling Rayla’s with it. "I am truly sorry."

"Runaan..." She shook her head, reaching up to wipe away his tears, and they were the softest fingertips Runaan could remember, his own and Ethari's so calloused and rough. And here was Rayla, giving and gentle. The daughter he'd always dreamed of but never deserved. "Don't," she said firmly. "It was my choice. My choices. I had to find my way here on my own. In the end..." She glanced back down the hall, to the closed door that the boy she loved more than life rested behind. "I like where it got me. I'm glad I'm here."

"Rayla..." Runaan tucked her hair behind her ears, pressing their foreheads together. "I don't know what it means to you, but I am so proud of you. I love you, Little Blade. You are my daughter. I only hope you'll let me be your father."

Rayla threw her arms around him, sending him stumbling back in shock, immediately holding her back. "Of course. I'd forgiven you a long time ago, Runaan. I'm so glad you're my father. You always will be. I love you."

And he'd already said it tonight, but Runaan had spent far too much time hating and killing, and not nearly enough loving. So he hugged her back, whispering, "I love you, too."

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the-fandom-is-now-my-life · 6 months ago

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The meow-fia of Sinostra

Sinostra as kitties

Wc: ~660

Taiga

Reddish bengal who got put in adoption because of his aggressiveness and his former owner had kids.

Doesn't even look at kibble, only eats raw meat, preferably one from prey he hunted but beef makes do. You have to clean his face though, he is quite a messy eater and ends up having blood over his whiskers.

On a similar note, he has a thing for mouse shaped toys that run around. He does end up breaking them in a week or less (that is why he always tries to steal Haru's peekaboo but never for long enough to break it).

His hunting drive is still sharp, running after pigeons and little animals to sink his claws in and he is fairly successful. For the sake of your local environment keep him locked up.

His relationship with Romeo is quite strange, sometimes he acts like he will start fights, hissing and arching his back, with him before stopping and start licking him, even if Romeo pushes him away.

Will make you believe you can touch him but will bite and scratch your hand as soon as it's anywhere close. He doesn't like it if any of the other cats do it and will start attacking them roughly enough for you to get in and separate them.

He is quite a playful cat when he isn't on one of his violent moods attacking you, whatever simulates chasing prey or even enrichment toys where he guesses where the treat is.

Romeo Scorpius Lucci

A fluffy and pompous black Persian who grooms himself constantly.

A competition cat whose original family went broke and didn't have enough money to keep going to competitions or even keeping pets, so he was given to you.

Because he is quite particular about his food, not liking any dry kibble and barely eating some wet foods, so you feed him the same as taiga, raw meat and some veggies.

He spends his whole day perched on the highest point of the cat tower, looking down at you and the other cats. When Taiga usurps his place he hisses but never dares to do anything else.

If you have any kind of jewelry like rings, necklaces or earrings he likes to snoop around the shiny things. If you do makeup he perches himself on your lap when you start doing it, and even meows loudly reproaching you when your eyeliner smudges or you use the wrong color.

When he sees how much attention you give to Ritsu because he is the only one who listens he feels slightly jealous and might push him away when you start to compliment him and take his place. Otherwise he sits on your chest when you sleep weighing you down when you try to get up.

Ritsu

(I'll admit I didn't know what cat would fit best but because of looks this one feels good) a very small Burmese kitty who accepted really quickly any rules inside the house.

He keeps your rules being enforced, meowing at taiga for hunting wild birds or Romeo for sleeping in your bed/stealing jewelry. Because he is so annoying they swat at him but he is just quick enough to evade them without a scratch.

The same way he does chime at you if you do something incorrectly in his eyes like closing doors or feeding them the wrong kibble.

If you want to touch him, put out your hand and wait for him to plop next to your leg, otherwise he will dislike it and hiss and run away and next time you see him he will stand a few meters away, face slightly scrunched in annoyance.

He does really like praise though so he is really easy to train, his eyes go wide at the soft words and the little treat. But he will do it even without the prompt and still expect praise.

Sometimes he slips under your blanket and makes biscuits on your tummy. The seller told you that his mom was unable to finish caring for him so he might have taken you as a caretaker too.

#tokyo debunker #tokyo debunker taiga #taiga hoshibami #tokyo debunker ritsu #ritsu shinjo #romeo lucci #romeo scorpius lucci

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darkcircles4lyfe · 9 days ago

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There's something that's been bothering me for a while now, in terms of bnha's ending and it's final canon pair. I had a hard time understanding the way people seen to interpret their "superiority" over other pairs because they are "pure, healthy and wholesome", adding in how strange the author's intentions came across, and just feeling even more confused.

Until i came across a NileRed video of all things. (It feels so bizarre bringing such a random video to this discussion but bear with me lmao) Where he attempted to make "the world's purest cookie" by creating it in a lab, basically. Using the purest form of every ingredient he was able to find because "well it's pure, so it must be better, right?". And it was very amusing watching a guy who never baked before struggle to make even something so basic, with a decent, easy recipe. Everyone was excited until it came time to taste it, and it ended up being the blandest thing he's ever tasted.

And then another youtuber, Ann Reardon, who's a professional baker, not only explained the wrong in the use of the ingredients showed in the video, but also tested the recipe he used normally, and the result was just a nice choc chip cookie. There was nothing wrong with it.

Nile's entire problem was that he didn't know a thing about the nuances of baking as a science of it's own, and only went by what he, a chemist with no experience in baking, thought would work the best.

To me, that is literally that pair's entire existence in physical form. People in favor of it use the first basis of how "pure and predictable" is good regardless, because they deemed it inherently healthy but didn't bother with actually analysing it further. The story had the recipe for a regular, typical shonen romance, but both use of it and ingredients were all totally wrong.

And the author, not having any experience with writing romance, did what he thought was best, (maybe because he liked them together and was attached), but fumbled tremendously when he realized he wouldn't be able to make them happen organically, because it was too late, it didn't fit anywhere else in the story, and there were too many things in the way as well. So he did what he could to side step them into a believable conclusion, but in doing so, he sacrificed his story's flavor and complexity for something that fell flat and became unpopular among true fans of the series.

"I think that my interpretation of purity was naive... Purity didn't have anything to do with flavor or smell or texture. Purity is its own thing, and if you want to achieve true purity, you must sacrifice everything. Everything that makes it worth it."

(fantastic quote from the NileRed NileBlue video)

Anon, you've really charmed me with this metaphor, and I think it works. The details get a little fuzzy once you know that the "pure" ingredients he got are actually made so you know exactly what's in them, not necessarily so that they are impurity-free. But he still applied an extreme level of hubris in using chemistry lab materials to make a "perfect" or "better" cookie, without understanding anything about the very different science that is baking. Like, he didn't know what baker's chocolate even is. Besides, what he sought was impossible, because chocolate practically cannot be made 100% without "bug parts" etc. And in the end, he made a really fucking terrible cookie anyway. I'm fascinated by the fact that it didn't even have a smell...

I'm definitely not one to judge ships against each other to say that one is inherently better, but when the other side keeps pushing this idea of purity, it does make me pause. Do they like it because it's bland? Because it ticks off all their morality requirements? Because it affirms their idea of normal? Honestly I'd have a lot more respect for them if they openly rejected what the source material has given them in favor of what their own imaginations can come up with. Some do, to be sure, but most still try to defend canon. Come on. Give them something to struggle with each other over and grow from. Anything but this constant unspoken blushing awkwardness.

I do want to put a small wrinkle in what you've said, though. I don't want to assume Horikoshi was doing what he thought was best with 431. Think about it this way. If he, much like many shonen mangaka like Oda for example, set out to write a story where romance is not the focus because he wasn't interested in writing those kinds of plots, but instead more interested in developing plots that are based in politics, friendship, family, sacrifice, and examining the dichotomy of "good" and "evil," why not maintain that priority through the end? Why would he spend dozens of pages systematically dismantling everything he cared about in the first place for the sake of something he clearly viewed as secondary? Like yeah, maybe he did think they were cute and was still attached to the idea of them ending up together, but I can't believe he thought they were worth this much compared to everything else he actually put effort into.

However, this "pure cookie" metaphor you've made fits quite well with how publishing can operate, where the rules of marketing are often erroneously applied to art of storytelling, like lab chemistry to baking. The things that give the story its uniqueness and flavor are refined and boiled down for the sake of making it predictable, benign, safe, easy to digest. So it can sell. So it can avoid controversy with conservative society. I'm honestly really sick of debating all the points of this ending as if they are definitely 100% only Horikoshi's vision or personal mistakes. We really don't know that and maybe we never will. I for one at least hope that we keep in mind that censorship is still a very real and current issue, and I'm not going to speak ill of the dead, as it were.

btw, I was largely inspired by this thread about Steven Universe on twitter, and tbh I include this reasoning not just for 431, but other things along the way, especially the last 10-15 chapters or so.

#bnha manga #mha #bnha 431 #volume 42 #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bakudeku #bkdk #dekubaku #dkbk #asks #lin speaks

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ourfatherwhoartinhell · 2 months ago

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Silent Hearts // [Part VI]

Pairing | Cowbell x reader

Word count | 4.2k

⚠️ Warnings | Canon divergence, f!reader, Y/N is used. Brief mention of blood/wound, nothing descriptive.

Chapter Summary: After Felix saves you from meeting your end, he brings you back to his den and you learn a thing or two about the strange ghoul you are now unknowingly connected to.

A/N: Between Ghostober and just mental health being utter shit, I'm so sorry this part is so late. Things will start heating up again in future chapters, so enjoy the little break with this one!

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There were so many thoughts running through your head. Almost too many. At some point you didn’t even remember how you got into the woods. You just kept walking aimlessly with no real direction as your imagination ran rampant.

The only reason your face hadn’t repeatedly kissed the forest floor by now was because of Felix. Even in his conflicted state, he had always been one step ahead. He caught you with ease each time you neglected to step over the branches beneath your feet. It wasn’t until the third instance where he caught your stumbling form that finally brought you back to your senses.

Looking around, once again able to see through your real eyes instead of wherever your mind had been the last few minutes, you saw almost nothing. Not because your eyes didn’t work, but for the lack of light within the forest Felix was leading you through.

For the most part, the canopy of leaves that sat high above hid the already faint light from the moon, leaving the two of you to walk in almost complete darkness. Realizing you could hardly see, and had no idea where you were going, you made a point to start paying more attention to your steps and hold onto Felix’s arm just a little bit tighter.

Since it was nearing winter, the leaves had started to change, painting the ground with the colours of autumn. Some of the trees had already begun to show signs of the upcoming dormant months with branches almost completely barren. The few remaining leaves they did have were sparse, casting web-like shadows onto the ground like a living mosaic of moonlight and darkness.

Fitting, you thought.

“What’s fitting?” Felix piped up, looking down as he towered over you much like the trees he was effortlessly maneuvering around.

“Hm?” You questioned. “I didn’t say anything?”

His attention turned back to the makeshift path he was carefully walking along, helping you over a decent sized log before replying.

“You said ‘fitting’. I wanted to know what you were thinking about.”

“Oh... I was just looking at how the light on the ground looks like it’s dancing with the shadows.” You looked down, studying the image on the forest floor. “Kind of like what’s going on in my head right now.”

Felix slowed his walk to imagine it for himself, trying to visualize what you were describing since he couldn’t see it the same way you could. He imagined the scene; the moon illuminating the night sky, casting rays of light through the trees onto the dirt below. Leaves crunching beneath his feet after being discarded from the trees, watching them fall from high above like autumnal snow. He could feel the wind flowing through the shedding branches, causing them to sway and shift the casted shadows below, merging them with the bright silvery glow like a silent, earthly dance.

However, there was still the evilness in his head that imagined a version of himself. Standing there under the soft light with his own shadow staring back at him like its own sentient entity, looming and engulfing everything he found beautiful like a living disease.

Pulling his mind back to the present, he shook his head violently in an attempt to free him of his own thoughts. There was no way he would let his demons anywhere near you. He made that vow the moment he found out how important you were. A vow you would hopefully never have to know about.

You stopped abruptly in your tracks, in turn also bringing Felix to a halt a step ahead of you, feeling the resistance through your grasp on his arm.

“Wait a second, how did you know what I said? I didn’t say that out loud.”

“No, but you thought it.” He said with a slight shrug, acting like it was common knowledge. “Remember earlier, when I told you to crouch and run? I didn’t say that out loud, did I? But you still heard it all the same.”

You thought back to earlier that night. You supposed it was being in the heat of the moment that didn’t make you think twice about it. Your inevitable impending doom was clearly more important.

At the time, it wasn’t important how or why you heard him whispering, but now that you had time to consider, it was completely impossible. He had been standing much too far away for it to ever have been audible. And yet, in spite of that, you had still heard him clear as day. The words rang in your ears like he had been right beside you, as if he was as close as he is now.

“Can all ghouls do that?!” You asked curiously, not bothering to hide the accompanying faint hint of fear that went along with it.

Felix chuckled and shook his head, ultimately knocking a leaf free that had landed in his hair moments before. “No, that’s… something special.”

“So, it’s just a you thing.” You stated.

“Yes and no. All ghouls are capable of it, but certain things have to happen first.” He huffs and takes your hand, once again leading you further into the forest. “It’s complicated.”

You decide to just leave it and follow behind him, making sure to pay extra attention to your feet this time. Maybe you’ll find out later.

After what felt like forever, you reached his… house? Home? Burrow?

“It’s called a den,” he said without a single invitation. It was like he could read your mind now! Or maybe your facial expression was just that obvious. “Ghouls have dens. I know it’s not much… Not really my style either. But it’s the best I could do out here.”

His den was actually quite nice, all things considered. He had hidden it well so it wasn’t super obvious to anyone who might be passing by, unless you were specifically looking for it. Maybe some of the Earth ghouls would’ve noticed, since they’ve got a keen eye for this type of thing, but they never usually venture out this far past the perimeter.

The exterior of the den was mainly covered with branches and leaves. The longer you looked, the more you realized it was almost like an earthly igloo. It had a rounded shape with an entrance at the front. He had even made little open spaces where branches wrapped around to imitate windows. The doorway was more than big enough to accomodate the average person, but you already knew Felix would have to crouch down to get in without bumping his head.

You wondered if he ever thought about fixing it? Though, if it truly bothered him, you’re sure he would’ve done it by now.

Looking down at your expression of admiration as you took in his living arrangements, he gave your hand a quick squeeze and walked you inside.

“Once I was strong enough, I was able to use a little bit of my element to tidy it up and make it a bit nicer to look at. You should’ve seen it before, you’d think I stole it from the beavers.” He chuckled, letting you enter first.

If you thought the outside was impressive, what he had managed to scrape together on the inside was beyond anything you could have even imagined. The atmosphere was so peaceful, you almost forgot you were still out in the woods and not in some fancy hobbit hole.

He had some fireflies in jars hanging from the roof, which were softly illuminating the surprisingly spacious interior with a warm glow. You were about to say how cruel it was for him to keep them in there, before realizing that none of the jars had any lids. It was just the glass.

Noticing you looking up and assessing his makeshift lighting situation, Felix’s lip pulled into a small smile. “They’re free to go whenever they like. We’ve gotten to know each other over the years. They seem to come back at night to help me out, even though I don’t really need them. They’ll leave once we fall asleep.”

The rest of his den was neat and tidy. He had a small raised area in the back corner which he must've been using as a bed. He had everything you would expect from a small living space; a desk, a chair, a couch. He even had some blankets and actual pillows sprawled out over his bed.

You had half a thought to wonder where he had gotten those. Last time you checked, blankets and pillows weren’t naturally occurring forest items. Did he go back and steal them? Did someone bring them for him?

“I don’t know what to say…”

“I know it’s not much, but trust me. It’s a lot safer, and easier for me to look out for you if you stay here.”

“Don’t apologize. I kind of love it actually.” You gave him a smile before shivering. A crisp breeze made its way through the open door, causing goosebumps to rise on your skin. However, the chill doesn’t last long before it’s replaced by a warmer breeze, which was definitely out of place for this time of year?

“The spirits are back.” You giggle softly as you feel the air change.

It was Felix’s turn to look at you with a confused glance. “What spirits?”

“You know… the spirits. The ones that always come out during the month of October?”

He just shakes his head and shrugs. Clearly not following, but intrigued nonetheless.

A playful grin works its way along your lips as you roll your eyes, amused at his blatant look of confusion. Taking a few steps further into the den, you sit on the chair in front of his desk before beginning to explain.

“Every year around this time, I always feel the spirits in the graveyard poking through from the other side. I heard some Sisters around the Abbey say that apparently the veil is thinner around October, so that's how they were able to get through. They always stop by to help me out, I think it’s their way of saying thank you?”

“Spirits… coming to say thank you? But they’re dead?” Felix was not buying it in the slightest. “Once you’re dead, your soul either gets set to us, or to the idiots upstairs.”

“Hush. Just let me imagine it, okay?” You chuckled, sending him a playful glare.

While you spoke, Felix had quietly taken a seat on the couch opposite from where you were sitting. The more he listened to you passionately ramble, the more things started to make sense. He couldn’t help the smirk that crept onto his face as he lounged back, tapping his fingers over the arm of the couch in amusement.

“If it wasn’t the spirits, then how come sometimes the flowers I left never wilted? That would be impossible after 2 weeks of being cut! Or… or how they stayed exactly where I left them after that bad storm last year?!”

You just sat with your arms crossed, waiting for your explanation. Unconsciously mirroring the ghoul in front of you, tapping your own fingers in the same pattern against your bicep.

“That's easily explained.”

“Oh, really?” You raised a brow.

“Yeah.” He flashed his signature grin, the one that entranced you from the first night you met. “It was me.”

“I know I haven’t known you for that long, but taking credit for others' work seems a bit too shallow for you. I’m not buying it.”

Knowing there really were no words to explain, he simply decided to show you.

Holding out his palm, he skillfully grew a perfectly healthy, peach tulip. Exactly like the ones in the last batch you left. He made a point of making it wilt and bringing life back into it once again right in front of your eyes.

While you were focused on the flower, a gust of air came out of nowhere, surrounding the both of you inside the den. Your hair went wild as it got picked up in winds so strong you could’ve swore you were in the middle of a tornado. Quickly you shifted your gaze from the flower to look at Felix in a panic, thinking you were in actual danger.

Without thinking, you were immediately brought back to your childhood. You knew how the story went, and right now you definitely were not the lucky little piggy in the house made of bricks.

However, when you met his gaze, his expression was eerily calm. Even the cloud that sat around his eyes was steady and unbothered by the sudden gusts of wind. Felix simply held out the blush coloured flower that rested in the palm of his hand.

You must've looked at him like he was crazy because he simply chuckled and gestured for you to pay attention.

When you finally brought yourself to look, you immediately expected the flower to be blown away given the situation.

Yet it stayed.

Not even a petal, or a leaf on the stem moved an inch in the whirlwind that had taken over the space between the two of you.

After he was satisfied, the wind died down as quickly as it appeared. Instead it was now making the flower float in mid-air like it was being dangled on a string. The entire thing appeared to be as light as a falling feather, dancing in front of your eyes before eventually landing on your lap with a graceful softness.

“I hope the wind didn’t bring you a chill.” Felix said, his voice soft as to not startle you, clearly lost in a place of unimaginable wonder.

You didn’t know what to think. You sat there completely speechless after witnessing whatever act of god was just blessed upon you. You knew ghouls had powers of sorts, but this was something else. Something magical.

When you finally met Felix’s gaze, you gave him a smile. “No. That was amazing! H-How did you-”

“All those times you thought it was the spirits messing with you out there? That was me. While my element is mostly Air, I do have some Earth tricks up my sleeve. Though Mountain would beat me on every front in that regard.”

Felix looked to his feet as he remembered the last few years. When he saw you shiver as the nights grew colder, he would silently scold you for not bringing a coat before warming the breeze. When he sensed a storm coming, he would run out and protect the flowers you had just left, returning them to their original state before you even knew they were missing. All to avoid hearing your sighs of disappointment.

Yet, his fondest memory was when he got brave last year and arranged the stems to spell out, ‘Hi’. He would remember your little gasp and the way your face lit up for the rest of time. It was his way of looking out for you without having to meet face to face. Once he realized he could use your imagination to cover up the suspiciousness of it all, under the guise of Halloween, the ideas were endless.

“So, you’re a multi?” You asked in disbelief. You had heard about Copia summoning multi’s, apparently they were a lot of work and quite a handful.

“Of sorts.” Felix gave a genuine smile. “My Earth element isn’t really strong enough to be what the Ministry considers to be a true multi. Simply being an Air ghoul suits me just fine.”

As you sat there processing, he spoke up once more.

“I tried to warn you, didn’t you realize? When you came to check on me.” He spoke softly, not wanting you to think he was upset. He was just curious.

You tried to think back to what he meant. A lot had happened between then and now but you didn’t recall anything out of the ordinary. “No?”

“The wind was cold and sharp, wasn’t it? It mustn’t have been pleasant to walk through.” He explained, trying to jog your memory.

Actually, now that you thought about it. When you went to see Felix after your meeting with Mountain, you remembered noting the weather was rather unpleasant.

“That was because of you?”

He nodded. “I was hoping you would turn back, so you didn’t end up literally walking into this mess.”

“Was that why you were so angry too?” You asked softly. “You were trying to protect me?”

He sighed in defeat. “I did a pretty bang-up job of that, didn’t I? It ended up happening anyway.” Felix stood and ran a hand anxiously through his dark locks before his ears twitched, clearly hearing something outside.

“What is it?”

His pointed ear twitched once more but he didn’t seem overly concerned about what he heard this time. “No one to be afraid of.” He grinned as he walked over and held out his hand, offering to help you stand.

Once you had taken up the space at his side, you subconsciously positioned yourself to be able to easily slip behind him. You didn’t know who he was expecting, and you weren’t about to take any chances after you had already had a run in with death today. Leaving Felix as your best chance of survival if that situation arose again.

You nervously awaited whoever, or whatever, was supposed to be coming through the door. Though, neither one of you had to wait too long before you could hear the rustling of leaves as the sound of bootsteps approached.

Moments later, a familiar face walked into the den. You weren’t sure who was more shocked to see the other, you or him.

“Y/N?”

“Mr. Miller?”

“I just came to check in on Bell to see if everything went alright.” The Ministry’s groundskeeper looked at you in shock. “I didn’t expect to find you here.”

“You know Felix?”

“Who’s Felix?” The older gentleman looked at you clearly confused.

I guess Felix hadn’t told him yet. Oops.

You looked at Felix with an apologetic smile but his expression didn’t look overly bothered in the slightest. “Don’t worry about it. Would’ve happened eventually.” Felix turned his gaze from you to give Mr. Miller a quick smile. “Felix is just my real name, Thomas.”

“Ah, I see.” The groundskeeper nodded in acknowledgement.

There was a short silence while the three of you stood in what was considered to be Felix’s living room, before the older man spoke up to break the silence.

“Y/N, did you get hurt?” He questioned, pointing at the side of my jeans which was sporting a rather large bloodstain.

You had forgotten about the little slip you had earlier when Felix had ran you off. In the midst of the adrenaline, your talk with the chained ghoul in the catacombs, and eventually being kidnapped– could you even call it kidnapping if you went semi-voluntarily? You had completely ignored the minor scrape on the side of your thigh in lieu of more important things.

If you could’ve seen Felix’s full expression, you were sure he looked utterly horrified. He was mentally beating himself up for not smelling the dried blood or noticing you favouring your right leg before now.

Mr. Miller slowly approached and took in what he could, assessing the damage.

“I slipped when I was running down the hill earlier, I must've scraped it on something.” You explained. With the adrenaline quickly wearing off, and your attention brought back to the injury, you were starting to feel the sting.

“I should be able to fix this up the human way, since your boyfriend here is far from being a quintessence ghoul.” Thomas chuckled, already starting to look around for what he was going to need.

“Oh! No, he’s not my-”

“She’s not my-”

The groundskeeper halted his search and turned to the pair of you with the most amused expression, much like a proud father witnessing his son bringing home a girl for the first time.

Before you could let the awkwardness get any worse, you quickly interjected. “I didn’t know you knew about ghouls, sir. I’ve never heard you speak of them.”

“I didn’t, not at first.” Mr. Miller replied, continuing his search for medicinal ingredients. “Not until I caught this one stealing my chickens.” He jokingly scolded, giving Felix a look over his shoulder.

The ghoul couldn’t even bring himself to argue, knowing it was completely true. It wasn’t one of his proudest moments. But at the very least, it led to his first healthy human friendship.

The Ministry’s groundskeeper had helped Felix more than the ghoul cared to admit. Especially while he was recovering and getting used to his new life outside the Abbey. And in return, Felix provided protection for both Mr. Miller and his small batch of crops. Even helping his harvest endure an unexpected early frost, making sure the human could have food for the upcoming winter months.

Thomas would have survived that year just fine with what he had left over from the previous lot, but he would never stop Felix from lending a hand. He had taught him better than that, after all.

The two had created a unique, yet mutually beneficial arrangement.

After Mr. Miller had gathered all the ingredients he had needed from around the den, he laid them out on the table beside a wooden bowl, combining who knows what together to make a paste. Felix tried to look disinterested, standing with his arms crossed. But you could see how he looked over the human’s shoulder every five seconds, silently judging what he was putting together.

“Are you sure you want to add that? I don’t think those go together-”

“Son, why don’t you go for a walk while I finish this?” Thomas offered with a forced smile, ceasing his stirring and glancing at the very large, anxious ghoul lurking over his shoulder. “She’s in good hands. It's the same mixture I used on you a couple years ago, I promise.”

Felix looked a little offended at first to be honest, but looked over to get your opinion on the gentlemans suggestion. If you didn’t want him to leave, then even the devil himself couldn’t force him to go.

However he just found you nodding in agreement, followed by a soft, tired smile. “It’s been a stressful day already, Felix. Why don’t you get some air? I’m sure once you’re back, Mr. Miller will be all finished patching me up and you can finally get some sleep.”

It wasn’t his favourite plan, but he reluctantly accepted and sauntered through the entrance of his den into the forest waiting outside.

As soon as you thought Felix was out of earshot, you finally let your exhaustion show. Letting out a breath and slumping further into the chair. It had been a long day for both of you. But unlike Felix, who was a ghoul, humans could only take so much.

The groundskeeper was working on finishing up adding the last ingredients to the healing paste, catching you folding in on yourself out of the corner of his eye but saying nothing. There really wasn’t anything he could say about the matter, since he still didn’t know why you were here.

As he turned to face you, he dipped his finger into the pale green concoction to test the consistency, wiping a small amount on his forearm before giving a satisfied nod.

“He’s talked about you for years, you know.” He spoke, trying to lighten the mood and get your mind off whatever was bothering you.

“He has?”

“Sweetheart, you’ve had him wrapped around your finger long before you even knew he existed. And naturally, I had to hear all about it.” Thomas chuckled lightly.

The two of you fell into a comfortable and quiet conversation as he carefully looked after your wound, somehow finding a moment of peace inside the surprisingly warm den.

Outside, Felix was about to have a conversation of his own. Although he didn’t expect this one to be quite so amiable.

Moments after he had left the den, there was an unmistakable rustling of leaves and crackling branches that filled his sensitive ears. With his senses on high alert to make sure they weren’t trying to come for you again, he could smell the intruder from miles away.

Realizing who it was, he made a plan and walked with a false sense of obliviousness to a clearing nearby. He didn’t want to wander too far and leave you unprotected, but he couldn’t lead the ghoul to you.

Thomas was with you, sure, but how well could he protect you against someone like him? Those were odds he would never even consider gambling with. And if anyone on this godforsaken Earth was likely to bet on improbable odds, it was Felix.

Once the ground became more plush under his boots, he knew he had made it where he needed to go. If anything was to happen, he was going to make damn sure it happened right here. On his terms.

Leaning with his back against one of the forest's robust trees, he listened carefully to make sure that his tail had followed like he had planned.

Felix smirked contently as he heard those familiar clumsy footsteps drawing closer. Aside from his scent, he was completely hidden from the approaching creature. Waiting for just the right moment to reveal himself.

“Well, well, well.” Felix eventually spoke up. “Long time no see… cousin.”

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blondejellykitty · 19 days ago

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₊♡ ˚⊹ all for you, my dear ₊♡ ˚⊹

୨୧ multi fandom x reader ୨୧ includes: russell adler - call of duty (332 words), hoodie/brian thomas - slenderverse (550 words), severus snape - marauders era (683 words), dionysus - kaos (613 words) a/n: HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! I had a good birthday so i had inspiration lol🩷

୨୧ russell adler x reader ୨୧

You stared at the worn calendar on the wall. You could feel your feet aching, you knew you'd been stuck here for too long. But you couldn't help it. You were frozen, no matter how you wanted to turn away something within you stopped you.

You continued to stare at the little grey box marking todays date. The date, it means something. You just couldn't recall what. It was like an itch you couldn't scratch, not far way in distance but far away in memory.

Why was today significant? A mission perhaps. They did help to blur the days together but it didn't feel right, it didn't fit.

"What're you doin?" Adler walks over to you, blocking your view.

You felt a strangely free, rising your gaze to meet his usual sunglasses. A sense of Deja vu washed over you but not the feeling of seeing this before no, it felt like right when you realize the strange feeling is over. Like you can breathe again.

"I don't know. I think- today's important" Your throat hurt at how hard you swallowed, the words harmless but felt like nails.

Adler furrowed his eyebrows in thought, his hands resting on his hips.

"Why?" You resisted the urge to roll your eyes at the man.

"I don't know. I cant remember" You emphasized your words trying to convey your frustration.

"Then it must not be that important, remember we've got a job to do" His voice never wavered, sometime you wondered how it felt like he knew it all.

A cold warm sensation washed over you. You rolled you shoulders back at the feeling.

"Yeah, your right" Defeat came surprisingly easy, he patted your back as he walked past you.

"When am i not?" If anyone else would've said that you would've called them a smug basturd, that doesn't mean Adler isn't. You just wouldn't call him out on it.

You felt yourself smile despite yourself trying not to. Adler's laugh rang through the old building.

୨୧ brian thomas x reader ୨୧

"I wouldn't even remember it was my birthday if it wasn't for that" You lazily pointed to the camera hidden on top of a windowsill in the far corner of the room.

Brian Hoodie shrugged before tapping the top of your hand.

'You get used to it after a while' He tapped out in morse code. You still thankfully remember the early days where he taught you the secret code used between you two.

"Have you?" You look over at him questingly.

He taps on your hand once more.

‘Not yet’

A heavy silence washed over you two. So different from the usual static that was often in your ears. It had become so regular you've almost forgotten what it was like to live anywhere but on the run from the man without a face.

To think that once you all had been normal students. Not at all what you were like now.

Brian Hoodie silently alerts you to movement in the distant trees. The building you were currently living at was long since abandoned but it worked well to keep out the Alabama weather.

In the far trees Alex, another victim liar, stood. He was determined, looking, searching for something. Looking for the both of you (or the gun Hoodie held in his pocket).

You look back to Hoodie silently questioning what to do. His taps from his gloved hands told you all you needed to do.

Be the bait.

As you move closer to the empty window frame, hoodie moves silently over the shards of rumble and out the back to the building. You peer your head up quickly, finding Alex's head closer than before. Inching sidewards your boot crackles a piece of glass, not loud enough to be suspicious just enough to get him to question it.

You duck back down and wait. It wasn't long before Alex fell right into the trap.

Burning ambition and anger blinds his senses, his mind. good, you thought, that's good for us.

"You!" he seethes

Your attempt to scatter away was ruined as he grabbed the hood of your jacket pulling you towards him. You choked from the front of your zipper jacket being pulled into your throat.

He slammed you against the cold tile wall. You struggled against him yet your smile remained the same, wide and crazed.

"I led you to him, why aren't you dead! why aren't you like the others" Each sentence ending in another jolt against the wall.

You focused your sight on Alex, not daring to look at Hoodie silently stalking closer to him.

Alex's question didn't end, pushing you against the solid wall again and again. Until Hoodie strongly struck in over the head with the butt of the gun.

You staggered after being released from his hold, as Alex fell to the ground with a thunk.

Hoodies gloved hand reached for your upper arm in a silent question, you nodded your head looking at the prisoner at both your feet.

"Not bad, not a bad present at all" Your crazed and wicked smile replaced with a wild and teasing one.

Hoodie's broad yellow shoulders quickly rose and dropped in a quiet chuckle.

୨୧ severus snape x reader ୨୧

There weren't many secrets that Severus Snape had. No thanks to James Potter and his little group. Every little spark he had vanished as soon as it had appeared. From the little alcove deep into the library, to the tree on the outskirts of the forest, to his only friend Lily Evans.

His only friend until James Potter showed up, his only friend until he had enough of Sirius Black's mocking and took an amateur swing at him. His only friend until he got detention and met you.

Then suddenly it all made sense. To keep something in this world you had to hide it. So no one, especially Potter, could find it.

And that's how you ended up down in the boat house. It seemed ridiculous at first but the quiet spot rarely had visitors and in the heat of the summer was the perfect place for a swim before dinner.

Today was your birthday. Usually you wouldn't tell anyone, not one for dramatics and theatrics. But sitting side by side with Sev, scattered study notes around the concrete bricks with your feet dangling to just graze the cool water below. Everything was beyond peaceful.

So you decided to let it slip. Mentioning how great of a time this was to spend on your special day. That was of course when it suddenly changed.

The easy breeze now carried a tense weight. Neither of you spoke, leaving the air in an uncomfortable silence.

"I- uh. I know." Severus never usually fumbled his words but when he did he was nervous. But even then it was never a stutter like he was afraid, it was as if he had too many words he wanted to say but his mouth couldn't work quick enough.

"What do you mean?" You said with a quiet laugh, wanting to ease whatever was going on.

"I know that it's your birthday, today." He looked deep into your eyes. You've known him long enough to know that he's analyzing you to see your reactions. It always frustrated you knowing he was watching you so intently but not ever really knowing why he was doing it.

"How? I don't really mention it" With the building lump in your throat your voice was barely above a whisper.

"McGonagall. She mentioned it when we met, something about how yours was close to hers"

You had almost called him a liar then and there but then recalling the moment you both had met for the first time, it all came back to you. The detention you'd given the excuse of being in another common room as 'inviting a friend to your birthday party' which obviously wasn't the truth, you just wanted to see the plans for their next quidditch game. But Professor McGonagall had gone easy on you, seeing as her birthday was three days away from hers.

"I forgot about that! How in Merlin's name did you remember that?"

A blush spread over his usually pale face highlighting his lovely eyes.

"I wanted to give you something, seeing as you were- are the only kind person to me. And most importantly my friend" He reached over to his bag and unzipped a small box, he fiddled with it before hesitantly handing it to you.

The box was small and soft to the touch. You smiled softly at him before opening it. Inside was a beautiful blue pearl necklace.

"I can't take this, it must’ve cost so much Sev I-" Your ramblings were cut short when you saw his face. Your frantic eyes softened and met his.

"Please, I had it made for you. I chose blue because it's supposed to mean truth, trust, tranquility and courage, all of which you've given me."

Keeping the delicate necklace in your hand you flung yourself at him, hugging him so tightly you were surprised he could breathe.

Chanting thank you's until he told you to turn around. He gently moved your hair to the side and clasped the necklace for you.

Turning back around you both tenderly locked eyes seemingly having your own inner conversation.

୨୧ dionysus x reader ୨୧

When Dionysus showed up at your home with a half filled bottle and a broken hearted look you truly thought Aphrodite had finally cursed him with a tragic love story.

But once you'd sat him down on your old blue couch he'd let out all of his troubles. From stealing his fathers watch, to Orpheus, then how in one day his father killed Dennis and his mother. It all piled up. It was weighing heavy on a man who was usually so carefree. It hurt to see.

That was the day you, a mortal, taught him how to be okay again. He sung your praises for all to hear but you knew that it was all him. All he needed to be himself again was someone on his side.

Today was the day he was going to be yours.

He'd been called back to Olympus by his father. Again. It had become a recurring occurrence. His father, Zeus, decided he wanted to 'check in' in other words he wanted to monitor his children. After the whole kill the fates phase Zeus decided to reign his kids in a bit more.

He'd demand regular meetings with his family to refill their Meander water rations and to seek out an argument or two, naturally.

Everytime Dio would deny. His defiance had repercussions meaning he always had a very bad day. And today would usually be no different. Except it was, it was the one day of the year he was openly looking forward to.

Your birthday.

As selfish as it sounded you too were looking forward to it, he'd been talking about what he'd planned for the two of you all year. But when the not so fatefully phone rang looking for his presence in their godly home. A literally rain cloud appeared over the day.

In the middle of the summer's morning, a loud boom of thunder rang out and rain bucketed down from the heavens.

The news called it a sudden summer storm but you both knew it was no coincidence. Dios plans of strolling the city, a picnic and late night dinner with an added dancing somewhere in between was thrown out with the cold rain almost stomping the roof.

Instead he'd opted to make hot chocolate with waffles in bed for you.

You gladly accepted the breakfast treat. You shuffled over to let him back into bed next to you. As you ate he flicked through the tv channels finally settling on an early weekend movie playing.

You lean back onto the bed after you place your finished dishes on the bedside table. Dio easily accommodated you by throwing his arm over you to use as a pillow.

"I think this is the best birthday I've ever had" You could feel your cheeks puff with your wide smile as you place a soft kiss on his lips.

He huffed with an eye roll. "It would've been if not for the shitty weather, and its cruel ruler."

"Spending the day in bed with you? I don't see what's much better than that" The teasing tone in your voice overpowered the seething rain.

"Well, when you put it like that" His giggles echoed in your heart.

You once again reached up to kiss him, this time smothering him in pecks across his face.

"It's your birthday, should I be the one doing this?"

You playfully arch an eyebrow "Well then by all means, don't let me stop you"

Even with the added noise of the thunder, rain and the tv you both were immersed in your own little world. You were certainly right about this. It was definitely the best birthday you'd had.

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notmorbid · 3 months ago

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mothtown.

dialogue prompts from mothtown by caroline hardaker.

why did i wait so long to run?

this isn't a place for children.

you want to know how i disappeared?

some stories start with running, and some end with it.

why would anyone want to be anywhere else?

i know i should be sad, but i'm not.

don't worry. i've got you.

you do understand what's happened, don't you?

i can't do it anymore. i need a break.

you never know when it's time to say goodbye. no one tells you.

you know that i love you, don't you?

it doesn't feel right to be here.

music helps us transcend. it opens up whole new worlds.

the unknown hasn't always been kind to me.

i won't leave, promise. i won't disappear.

i just need a corner. a quiet place to think.

it's just like you see on the news.

i needed to get out of the house.

moths always seek the light. that's what we do, don't we?

this is what you want to hear, right? about the things i wish i'd noticed earlier on. scenes that i should have held close.

you're such a strange fit.

how long were you watching me?

i can't explain. i don't have the words.

i have to look. i have to know.

take what you can scavenge. you'll need it.

i wonder if all that will be left of me one day will be a photograph.

you're just as real as i am.

can't you just stay in the lines?

look at me. can you see me? i'm here.

it's always been this way. i don't remember a time before.

they think something's really wrong with you. is there?

if you don't want to tell me, that's fine. but i can't help you if you don't tell me.

why did you follow me? you've spoiled this.

it's not that i was invisible. it's just that i didn't matter.

keep your distance. think like a cat.

what could i have said?

is it my honesty that makes your skin crawl, or is it what you see when you look at me?

i dare you. look at me.

how are you even alive?

are you still there? are you still listening to me?

are you sure you want me to keep talking? is there any benefit to this?

i'm not sure i'm seeing what you're seeing.

why are you here, really?

are you listening? show me you're listening.

that truth doesn't suit you.

it would be nice if you made an effort.

you make even boring things seem dodgy as hell.

are you coming back to me?

i didn't want you to see me like this.

you don't feel right, kid.

i know i should be somewhere else.

sing me something. something just for me, please.

my touch brings disaster and decay.

the cold makes me feel more alive.

you're looking more like ____ all the time.

i did everything i was told to.

wouldn't it be better to suffer with a hand to hold?

if we're both here, we're both the same.

it's my turn to ask you something.

i was always going to be on my own.

i always thought you were just like me.

are you all talking about me? behind my back?

for fuck's sake, talk to me. i miss you.

you're safe here. they won't find you here.

you are not invisible. you are not fading away.

what if you're my home?

do some doors close forever?

not everyone is who they say they are.

you aren't as lost as you think you are.

have you always known, and just kept it from me?

#rp meme #sentence starters #rp memes #inbox memes #ask meme #horror meme #fantasy meme #magical realism #families

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homeslices · 2 years ago

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Jealous Jealous Jealous Girl

A/N: This request really made me giggle and kick my feet. I put off writing my essay for this so I really hope you enjoy! (Sorry this took longer than I expected, It’s the longest fic I’ve written and it was not on purpose 😭) Also I thought Lana's song kinda fit this perfectly!!

Summary: You are Ellie’s outgoing, amazing, flirty girlfriend, but when you push Ellie a little too far, she reminds you that you are just as much hers as she is yours. (There is a little plot at the beginning)

Pairings: Ellie Williams x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: Smut

Ellie loves you. She really does. Everything about you. You’re the most beautiful girl she’s ever laid eyes on, you always put yourself out there, you’re outgoing, and take initiative in every situation. You also happen to be extremely flirtatious.

In all reality, it’s not that big of a deal. Actually, it's how you both got together in the first place. It’s just that, being flirty and touchy seems to be one of your traits not exclusive to your girlfriend.

That’s how it has always been though, even before Ellie. Now, she doesn’t blame you. She also hasn’t brought up to you, being the emotionally stubborn person she is. But, whenever you make a coy comment to one of your friends, laugh a little too hard at someone’s not-that-funny joke, or casually link arms and hold hands with someone that is not her, she gets a little green with envy.

She knows you wouldn’t cheat on her, she knows you’re loyal, and she knows you’re just messing around. She knew what she was getting into by dating you, nevertheless, everyone has their breaking points, and this very moment was Ellie’s.

There was a new girl to Jackson, and you took the invitation to make her feel welcomed. A little too welcomed in Ellie’s opinion. You and this girl also were scheduled for patrol the days Ellie and you didn’t have together, so naturally, having to trust each other with one another’s lives, you became fast friends.

You’ve introduced her to Ellie too, properly, not the “Ellie Intimidating New People” way. Ellie always felt as if the new girl was a little off. She didn’t mind your friends, she liked them in fact (considering most of your friends were mutual, she better). But this girl seemed strange.

Whenever you'd be done linking arms and to move your arm from hers, she almost refuses to let go. She always leans a little too close to you, even for your comfort. She’s clingy, never wanting to go anywhere if you’re not there. But, the biggest red flag was how she acted towards your girlfriend.

When you were around, she was always very cordial toward Ellie. She didn’t go out of her way to talk to her, but she did make conversation now and again, and was always very polite. But, whenever you left the room or just weren’t there, then it was like a switch had been flipped. She becomes cold, smug, and overall, a bitch.

This one time in particular when you were seeing her out of Ellie and your shared home, you gave her a hug and quick peck on the cheek as you do to all of your friends. The look she gave Ellie while she hugged you back though, pressing you closer to her body, made Ellie’s blood boil.

This was another thing Ellie had yet to voice to you. Now you weren’t stupid. You may have been naive to this girl’s advances, but you’re very in tune with your girlfriend. So when you noticed Ellie’s jaw clenching, or her eyes turning cold whenever you mention or see that friend, you knew something was up.

So, to make your girlfriend more comfortable (and yourself because that friend was getting a little too close for comfort) you started to distance yourself from the girl. Everything was going well too, Ellie and you were actually both happier with this space from her and you knew you made the right choice (not that it was much of a choice anyways, you’d do anything to make your girlfriend happy).

However, it all came crashing down when the metaphoric straw, more like brick, broke the camel's back for Ellie.

It was one of the days that you had that girl as a partner for parol, which actually went by quicker than you expected. Now, while you did put distance in between the two of you, you still were friendly. So when she insisted on walking you back to your place, you complied.

Ellie could see you from the window in your front room as you said goodbye, giving the girl a pat on her arm, instead of your usual hug and kiss on the cheek.

It was very clear that this girl did not like that, so she took your hand that you just used to touch her arm, pulled you in and leaned in to kiss you. In shock, but having fast reflexes, you quickly turn your head.

The door of your house slammed open and the girl jumped away from you in surprise. Turning, you see your auburn hair girlfriend look enraged as she stares at the bitch behind you.

Ellie then looks at you, eyes aflamed. “Get inside,” her voice was chilling, and you were quick to do as you were told ducking under her arm that was leaning on the doorframe.

As you walked in your house you could hear Ellie behind you speak to the girl, “and you” her voice was vicious now. “I better not see you near my fucking girlfriend again.”

You couldn’t hear her response as your door was swiftly slammed shut and locked.

You shift your weight from one foot to another nervously. Ellie was pissed, more than pissed, she was furious, and when she slowly turned towards you, it took all you had not to take a few steps back.

A moment of silence passed before her voice cuts through the air.

“What the fuck was that?”

“I don’t know Ellie, I didn’t know she-”

“What that she wanted to fuck you? That she wanted to take you away from me?” She scoffs. “I find that very hard to believe.”

“I didn’t.” You plead with her.

You know you didn’t. She knows you didn’t. But she still needed to get this point across to you.

“You’re mine.”

Her voice was dripping with dominance, and all you could do was nod your head.

Ellie didn’t like that though, she needed words, she needed for you to fully understand

You watched as she made her way towards you, the only sound in the air was her footsteps, and she only stopped when she was centimeters away. Her eyes looked predatory and you had to stop yourself from shrinking away.

One of her hands gripped you around your waist while the other one trailed up your arm, the same arm that one girl used to pull you near her. She slowly inched her way up, soon skimming her fingers over the side of your shoulder, neck, then suddenly her hand grips your jaw.

Your mouth goes dry, and you begin to feel a dull throb in your core.

“Right?”

All you could do was let out a shaky mhm, but that wasn’t good enough for your girlfriend. No, she wanted to engrave herself to your mind, soul, body, and heart. What she didn’t realize, too blinded by jealousy to see, was that she was all you could think about. And the way she was looking at you right now, was making you crave her in the most primal ways.

There was a shift in Ellie’s eyes, still pissed off, but there was a spark of desire, as if she could read your mind at that very minute.

That spark soon became a fire.

Ellie’s lips crash on yours fervently, teeth clashing, tongues fighting for dominance, which your girlfriend quickly wins.

Somehow, without tripping, you both make your way to your bedroom, mouths only parting to strip each other of clothes.

In what feels like seconds, the back of your knees find the bed. Ellie pushes you back then quickly climbs on top of you.

Her hands, which were previously holding your face, slowly trail down your body, pausing to pinch your erect nipples. This only causes you to let out a loud whine and quickly bring your hands up to grip your girlfriend's forearm, needing something to ground yourself.

Ellie makes a 'tch' noise and prys your hands off her, only for you to let out a whimper of disapproval.

Your girlfriend only sits back on your hips while holding both of your wrists in one hand. She stares at your chest rising and falling rapidly and your already fucked out face, lips puffy and pupils blown wide.

“You think you deserve to touch me?”

You hesitate, mind not being able to keep up with her words. Ellie didn’t like that though, so she reaches her free hand to grip your jaw like she did previously.

“Answer the question pretty girl.”

A broken, “no” passes through your lips, and lucky Ellie decides to grant you a little mercy by accepting your answer.

“That’s right, no you don’t,” reaching behind you, she grabs an object you couldn’t see. “So we’re going to take care of that.”

Object was soon revealed to be one of her belts, which, in a blink, found home around your wrists and the bed frame, keeping you in place.

“This okay baby? Not too tight?” Ellie asks as she sporadically places open mouthed kisses across your body.

“Yeah, s’okay Els,” you slur out, too focused on her repetitive kissing and the now throbbing sensation placed at your core.

If Ellie were to look in between your legs, she’d find your folds glistening in your slick.

Your auburn hair girlfriend just hums and her eyes flick up to you.

“Gotta show everyone who you belong to pretty girl.”

Placing a kiss at the center of your chest, she works her way up, stopping at the column of your throat. That kissing soon turned to biting, then sucking, as Ellie marked all over your throat, chest, and breasts.

At this point you were panting like a bitch in heat and could only grab the belt for a life line. Ellie worked her way down, claiming you as she did, and once she finished marking the insides of your thighs, there wasn’t a place on your body that wasn’t covered in hickeys and bite marks

She watches you intensely as she finally was face to face with your dripping cunt, and once her mouth wraps around your poor neglected clit, your eyes immediately roll to the back of your head, causing you to miss the smug look Ellie was giving you.

A finger quickly enters your sopping heat, and soon a second follows, a loud moan is ripped out of you as the third one joins the other two. You're a puddle at this point, all you can do is whimper out Ellie’s name as her fingers hit that spongy spot inside you over and over again.

That coil in your stomach was tightening, and you were so close to cumming. Your walls were fluttering, whimpers getting pitches higher, eyes started to close, and out of habit, you voice everything to your girlfriends.

Your quiet, “Els m’bouta cum,” was the only noise that filled the room besides the pornographic wet sounds coming from between your legs.

Then suddenly, as that coil was about to snap, everything stopped.

Your eyes fly open in shock and disbelief, only to see Ellie watching you amused as she sucks your juices from her fingers.

Popping them out of her mouth, a smirk falls over her lips, which were covered in your slick.

“What? You didn’t actually think I was going to let you cum did you?”

“Ellie!” You cry out desperately, desperate to cum, desperate for her.

“Aw don’t worry baby, we’re not done yet.”

Just as she finished her sentence, she moved out of your line of sight. You heard the opening of a draw, and the sound of something else that was very familiar, but you could identify it it in your fucked out state.

Yet when your girlfriend walked back over to you, you realized instantly that she was no longer bare, instead, resting against her pelvis, was a purple strap.

“Think you’re ready for me baby?”

You nod enthusiastically as Ellie climbs on the bed again and amusingly watches you open your legs wider.

The silicone cock rubs against your slick folds, bumping against your clit everytime it goes up and down. You whine achingly, needing her, needing your Ellie.

“Please,” you cry out, as the cock bumps against your clit for what seems like the millionth time.

“Alright pretty girl, you can stop your whining,” She paused. “Just be sure to say my name.”

Then, Ellie takes that silicone cock and slides it all the way in.

The loud sound of Ellie’s name is ripped from your chest, and as soon as your girlfriend bottoms out, she swiftly begins a fast, hard pace.

She crashes her lips to yours once again, and snuck one hand down to rub quick circles around your throbbing clit. The coil that was building up previously and ruined, soon came back twice as fast as it did previously.

Slick was covering the strap base, and the sound of your wetness flowed through the air, along with your broken moans.

Your eyes rolled back once Ellie found that spongy spot in you again, and once she found it, she hit it every single time.

You could hear Ellie’s grunts as she dove into you, and god, it brought you ever closer to the edge.

“Els please,” you plead, barely able to get the two words out.

A sharp stinging sensation suddenly snaps across your cheek, and clenching hard around the fake cock, you realize Ellie had slapped your face. Not hard enough to hurt you, but hard enough so you could feel the tingly sensation.

You let out a guttural moan, and finally your girlfriend responds.

“Say you’re mine baby, and I’ll let you cum,” she breathes out.

“M’ yours Els, all yours, only yours.”

You’re babbling nonsense at this point, Ellie could only make out her name before the gibberish started. So, smugly, Ellie speeds up her pace and places a few more marks on your neck, sucking your sweet spots to bring you closer to the edge.

Then that coil that has been building and building for what seems like forever, finally snaps at Ellie’s final sentence.

“Cum for me, pretty girl.”

You gush all over the both of you, and white consumes your vision. You knew this is what euphoria was, nothing could feel better than floating in bliss. And once you came back, it was still like ecstasy as your girlfriend was holding you, whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

Your wrists were now free of your restraints, and the both of you were now clean of your release.

“Such a good girl for me.”

You could finally make out some of the things Ellie was saying to you through your clouded brain. You wrap your arms around her and bury your face in her chest.

“M’ sorry Els,” you mumble out, suddenly feeling a weight of guilt crushing you.

If you figured out how that girl felt before, you wouldn’t have had that argument with your girlfriend in the first place.

“S’not your fault baby, you didn’t know.”

Cupping your face, she gently makes you face her.

“We’re okay, everything is okay.”

She uses her thumb to lovingly brush against your cheek.

“Promise?” you sounded uncertain.

At this, Ellie presses her lips to you in a much more affectionate and pure way.

“Promise.”

The next morning, while you and Ellie were walking hand in hand in Jackson, that girl crossed your path, not making eye contact with either you or your girlfriend. No, instead her gaze was directed towards your bare neck, covered in the reminder Ellie gave you, and the warning she gave to others.

If she can’t have you, no one else in this world can.

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