#his machinations make me laugh in disbelief and anger

[highly-flammable]

Me every time Sauron comes on screen in TROP Season 2:

BITCHHHHHHHHHH

[samodivaa]

You bought me...a mattress? (Oneshot)

Bucky Barnes x ex!Asset Reader

✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧ The sun has just risen. She is dragging a huge mattress through the hallway. (Fluffy AF) (had an idea, wrote it) ✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧

Bucky doesn’t fear solitude, is not afraid of his own company and the small, minimalist styled apartment. As the sun whispers good morning with soft golden rays, he turns to the other side so the light doesn’t reach his face. Bucky is troubled, his heart a little heavy and lately experiencing more nightmares - he wonders how many nights have passed, the sleep deprivation already affecting his body. His tired eyes demanding him to rot away in bed all day once again. The haunted mind catches fire – the dread and evil of his night terrors punishing him for weeks. And she understands — without Bucky even speaking a word. It’s both a blessing and a curse to share the same trauma. And even though she is harsh, restless and despairing – she has so much love and patience for him. They were both ripped into being alive after spending decades together at Hydra. Their life is pain, suffering , but they are alive and it’s spectacular. They know each other too well, showing the true colors of the human-self, having all their intentions unmasked, finally seeing the truth behind the façade of a machine, both understanding that there are beasts within, still drinking from their souls. Odd sounds coming from the hallway, disturbs his thoughts completely. Bucky tosses and turns in bed for a while, but with his lack of sleep he is less patient as he ventures out of the room to investigate.

„Y/n…what…what are you doing?“ he stares in utter disbelief, leaning against the door frame as he folds his arms. This certainly isn’t something he expected. Taking his bewildered state as an opportunity to explain herself. „Oh my gosh, Bucky! You ruined the surprise!“ „What surprise?“ Her lips twisted into a grin as she opened her mouth to speak. „I bought you a mattress, but it took me a while to get it up the staircase, it is huge.“ This was her way of saying - I can’t promise to solve all your problems but I can promise that you won’t have to face them alone. He is always polite with his sadness, not wanting to load her with even more sorrow as she has to fight the terrors of the night too. Bucky knows that he is y/n’s hiding place, the place she can put every secret, every solitude, every tear, and be absolutely certain he will keep it safe, sometimes calling him at the middle of the night – crying on the floor, waiting for his comforting presence – Bucky’s hands are unbearably beautiful to her, clinging onto something familiar. His devotion sometimes turning into anger as she holds onto his metal hand, a habit from long time ago. Bucky doesn’t want to try to make sense of it, neither brings it up in fear or embarrassing her. Her deep wounds are turning to seed of rebirth, waiting to grow into beautiful a human being, but it takes time. „Will you help me or will you just stay shirtless at the doorway?“ she holds out her arms, expecting him to help. „It’s 7 am, y/n“  his tone of voice still grumpy, but his manner is a bit more open, that man is so difficult to read sometimes. It is even harder to read him when he puts a stoic expression. „You can’t sleep on the floor“

„Says who?”  He tilts his head up to look at her while grinning viciously, not trying to hide his amusement. „Jesus…just move out of my way“ an audacious expression plastered on y/n’s face as she sighs in irritation at Bucky, rolling her eyes - continuing to drag the mattress. „You’re a real pain in the ass, you know that?” he says sighing dramatically, coming closer to her to snatch the mattress out of her hands, dragging it all by himself to his room. „Oh, Sergeant Barnes, you are so strong“ her tone tone indicates sarcasm. He chooses to take that as a joke and laughs softly.

Sunlight illuminates the exquisite addition to his room. While she is looking at the mattress, his captivating blue eyes stare straight through y/n, he’s spend hours just admiring her.

She hums quietly, reaching down to lie on it. „Come on, test it out“ She glances at him from the corner of her eye and smirks. He obeys, throwing himself on the mattress with a groan.

„Hm, not bad.” „This, this is the beginning of loving yourself…welcome home, Bucky“ That sentence sends a blaze of light to flame in him, he feels loveable, he feels enough. The past simply sheds its dress and flows through, replaced by love.

Little to her knowledge, he is appreciating being that close to her way too much as they both stare at the celling in silence. Bucky looks over to the window , trying to distract himself but it is not working. His gaze keeps drifting back to y/n. Sometimes he forgets about their past, appreciating what still remains of them. He chooses to love her in silence because in silence he finds no rejection, and in silence no one owns her, but him. He noticed this to be a common theme with their "relationship". The tension is there, but not acting upon it. There's nothing wrong with being scared of a relationship, but he can't let himself from doing what his heart demands. Bucky desires her violently, and her waits. She too is quiet, but not blind...

A sleeping woman, her breathing so peaceful and calm. I could stare forever, My eyes fixed to her soft, calm face. The curve of her lips, I think I’ve found my peace, I think I’ve found my home.

[doyawalker]

Out Of Sight, Out Of Mind #3

chapter 2.

contains swearing

chapter 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 |

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Do You Not Realize That It Hurts Me?

Frozen in place, your mind was screaming at you to move, but your feet were plastered on the floor, as you watched him jog over to you. As he got closer, you saw the droplets of sweat on his forehead and the way his shirt clung to his broad chest. You saw the huge amount of tattoos covering his arm, which were mostly new to you. They looked…good.

A wild mix of emotions erupted in your chest, the most prominent being panic, once again. But it was too late to walk away now. He was already right in front of you.

“Hey, what’s up? Haven’t seen you in so long, right? Was it really you in that class yesterday morning?”

His voice sounded carefree, almost bouncy with excitement. His usual smile covered his face, as he ran his fingers through his hair, pushing it back in place.

You looked at him perplexed, blinking multiple times in confusion. 

What the fuck?

What was this audacity? What was this overly friendly demeanor as if they had just hung out yesterday? As if nothing ever happened? Was that what he was thinking about it all? Had it all been so pointless to him that he could just act like it all never happened? 

The panic quickly subsided as pure annoyance crept up your spine, making you furrow your brows together. 

He cocked his head to the side amidst your silence, looking visibly confused, his smile becoming more awkward.

He was about to open his mouth again to speak when you finally found your words.

“Leave me alone, Jungkook.”

His eyes widened for a second and you thought you had done your job, but then a laugh escaped his lips as he shook his head slightly. 

Anger bubbled up in your stomach, making you press your lips together into a straight line. What was so funny?

You crossed your arms in front of your chest, taking a step back to bring more distance between the two of you. The way he thought that he could just talk normally to you as if you were friends was mind-blowing to you.

“What’s with the bad mood? C’mon, I’m just trying to catch up with you.”, he said, smirking and pushing the tip of his tongue against the inside of his cheek.

Your eyes narrowed into slits as you kept looking at him in disbelief. What the fuck were you even supposed to say to that?

“No, thanks.”

Grabbing your headphones, which were resting around your neck, you pulled them back over your ears, the loud music instantly drowning out any sound around you.

Without giving him another chance to talk to you, you pushed past him, making your way to the lat pulldown. 

Jungkook had always been some kind of annoying brat because he always wanted things to go his way. A characteristic that apparently hasn’t changed over the years, because as you sat down and adjusted the machine to your weight, you caught him in the corner of your eye, sitting down in the seat across from you. 

Taking a deep breath in, you took a second before you looked back up at him through the cables and weights separating the two of you. 

He raised his eyebrows suggestively, the smirk still on his stupidly handsome face.

You wanted to slap him.

What was his plan? Why was he acting this way? Was he trying to repeat his procedure from two years ago again? Did he really think that you were stupid enough to fall for him twice?

Rolling your eyes, you ripped your gaze away from him, finding a spot on the ceiling to fixate on, as you started to pull the bar down towards your chest.

You could still feel his eyes on you and you hated that it made you feel so self-conscious. You weren’t wearing any make-up, your hair was put up messily, and you were wearing a way too oversized shirt from your dad.

While you were going through your heartbreak, you had often fantasized about the day you would talk to him again, looking hot and confident, absolutely unphased by him. Basically, the exact opposite of whatever this situation was.

You finished your set, instantly catching his eyes again, as you let go of the bar above you. 

He was mouthing something you couldn’t understand and honestly, you didn’t know if you wanted to. He was getting on your nerves.

He shook his head again, chuckling to himself, before grabbing his bar and pulling it down easily. And even with all the equipment between you two blocking your view, you could see the way his muscles were tensing and moving underneath his shirt, earning your stare for just a second too long. 

He let go of the bar, the weight falling back down loudly. 

Looking back up into his eyes, he grinned again, finally pushing you over the edge.

Pulling your headphones down forcefully, you leaned forward in your seat, your gaze burning itself into his head.

“What do you want?”

“As I said, I just wanna talk.” 

“I don’t want to talk to you.”

“Why not?”

He pushed the strands of his curly hair that had fallen in his face back up, tilting his head to the side. His eyes were glistening with amusement and it was so unsettling to look at. 

The lack of seriousness was infuriating you.

“I don’t owe you an explanation, if I don’t want to talk to you, then I don’t want to talk to you.”, you pressed out between gritted teeth.

He scrunched his nose, sighing.

“Wait, so you’re being serious?”

You were baffled by his question as if he wasn’t aware of your obvious reluctance. Where the fuck were his social skills? 

You frowned at him, shaking your head in disbelief.

“Yes, I’m serious.”

He got up from his seat, walking around the machine to face you.

“Why?” 

You had to tilt your head back to look up at him. And you couldn’t help but notice how good he looked, standing there in front of you, one hand propped up against the metal of the lat pulldown, his eyebrows furrowed together, and his fucking tight shirt��

Forcing the thoughts out of your brain, you almost couldn’t believe that you were really thinking about this. This was still Jungkook, the guy who broke your fucking heart.

You cleared your throat, looking away.

“If you really don’t know why, then we certainly should not talk.”, you finally said, your voice not as firm as you wanted it to be.

You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of telling him exactly how he broke you and how much you had been struggling because of him. He didn’t deserve to know.

“Is it because we fucked like back then?”, he said bluntly, making you snap your eyes back at him in shock. “It wasn’t anything serious, was it?”

You scoffed, his comments feeling like knives piercing through your heart. It hurt more than you wanted to admit. 

So he really didn’t care. He hadn’t cared back then and he for sure wasn’t now. It had all been irrelevant to him. 

And this knowledge was the final push you needed. The closure you had begged for for such a long time, the final answer to all your questions. 

The lock snapped over this chapter in your book of life, shutting it close for the rest of eternity. There was nothing that could lead you back to him. Ever.

“Leave me alone.” 

You sounded harsh but you’ve had enough. He was pestering your workout and his presence was quite frankly bothering you. 

You didn’t wait for him to respond, covering your ears with your headphones, shutting the world around you out once more.

Your heart still ached from his words, as you continued your set, only half acknowledging that he was finally leaving you alone.

Trotting over to the other side of the room again, he picked his weights back up, continuing his curls, but this time with his backside facing you. 

It was probably better this way.

But the sting you felt in your chest didn’t go away for the rest of your workout.

Jogging down the stairs that led to the exit about one and a half hours later, you couldn’t help but feel exhausted. Not only physically but also mentally. It was bothering you how much he still affected you and you already took a mental note to sit down and think about the core of the issue later at home. Because there definitely still seemed to be an issue.

You sighed, pushing the door open to walk out into the cold, the temperature still the same as before. 

But you didn’t really notice the way the wind was freezing your legs, because just as you stepped outside, of course, he was standing there.

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[yunhua69]

Dottore x Reader (angst)

Soulless copy.

A fatui member ran fast, his breath terribly shaken from what he had witnessed. His eyes were watery, scared of what happens next. He ran fast, right into the fatui harbinger's lab. The said Fatui harbinger was none other than Dottore, The doctor.

"SIR!!!" The unamed fatui yelled, setting his composure.

Dottore merely sighed, face unshaken, composure as steady as ever.

"Since when were lower beings allowed to speak in such ways?" Dottore said, clear annoyance visibly shown in his words.

"Your, Your lover... They're!" The unamed fatui stuttered, he was nervous. Scared even. What expression, no, what reaction will Dottore make?

"What is it with my lover?" Dottore asked, still having a monotone expression.

"They're..." the fatui struggled to break the news, fear striking him dead. Yet, he had to, if he didn't, he'd be in even more trouble.

"Spit it." Dottore yelled, annoyance creeping in his words.

"They've... They're... They're dead." The fatui spilled. Sadness and shock in his voice.

"Do you perhaps have a death wish? I suggest you shut your mouth at once." Dottore said, anger clearly in his voice, his face, tho masked, shows a clear angered face.

"I'm.. I'm serious sir..." The fatui said nervously.

Dottore stayed silent, his face darkened.

"A monstadt knight found their domain and... burned it down along side them."

"The body was found but... they were..."

The fatui was unable to continue, his face showing despair in remembering such memories.

"I will be taking my leave, do not bother me any longer." Dottore said, covering his mouth. Hiding his expression

Dottore walked down the halls, leaving to find the body of his dead lover. Tears threatened to fall from his eyes, yet he held them back.

Once he reaches the morgue and he quickly searched for your body.

Your body was cold, burn marks clearly visible everywhere. Eyes closed shut.

Dottore stared at your body in disbelief. This wasn't you. You would never die. You wouldn't. Soon reality sunk in, and he let tears fall from his eyes. He grits his teeth, promising revenge.

He carries your body into his lab, preparing his equipment. His machine. And takes your DNA.

Hours had passed, maybe even days. Yet the Doctor never left his lab. Not even for a meal. He was decending into madness, every experiment was failing, all he made were sad excuses of you. Your corpse slowly rotting in his lab, yet he didn't care. You will live. You will. No matter what it takes.

Soon months have passed. Your corpse looked disgusting. It barely resembles you anymore.

Dottore sat down. For the first time in forever, he sat down. Taking in the current state of his lab. Your rotting body, his failed experiments.

"What am I doing...?" He questions himself.

Tears rolling down on his face. He began to laugh.

"I'm so stupid!" He laughed.

"There's no way I can make a clone of you" he sobbed while laughing

"Your soul... isn't even there anymore..." he stutters. Tears keep falling.

Soon, he sat there. Silently. Covered in the mess he created. And accompanied, by a soulless copy of you.

(Inspired by delusional_dottorestan on tiktok 💀)

(https://vt.tiktok.com/ZS8MUfQSU/) (the tiktok link)

[radio-to-trenchcoat-demons]

           Fanfic I wrote for a school assignment. Hope you like it! .]                 

 CARNIVAL GHOSTS by Itz-ALTR        

 Alex panted, breathless. He ran. He ran past broken flagpoles and brightly colored circus tents lying shredded and torn on the ground, past tokens with pixelated smiling emblems shining up at Alex, he flew past prize counters and game booths, their wood broken and fractured, ran by bright colors and good times that all came to an end. Alex ran past it all. Not only because it reminded him of happy times, people laughing, and fun he could no longer have, but out of necessity. He ran for his life. “IF RESPECT IS THE ONLY THING PROTECTING YOU FROM A KNIFE IN  THE BACK, RESPECT IS NOTHING, RIGHT?” yelled a voice behind Alex. Alex ran faster. It has been 20 years since he last heard those words, they taunted him like a target on his head and he wanted to put his past behind him like this psychopath was now. 

While in his haste to escape the freak after him, Alex had acquired a gash in his leg courtesy of one of the broken flag poles. How metal could snap so easily was a question. But Alex remembered that a chain is only as strong as its weakest link and the pole and a chain were basically the same thing. But what he was going to do with his wound was another question. He had already been running for a bit after he had gotten the injury and now Alex was beginning to feel the delirium of blood loss. 

He sat on one of the broken prize stands to observe the damage, avoiding the splinters for obvious reasons. The blood was slowly flowing freely down his leg and into his socks, which was a big discomfort. Alex desperately looked around for something, anything to help him. Behind him in the prize booth were some stained but otherwise very brightly colored t-shirts and socks. He looked at them with a glare but not wanting to waste time sighed with acceptance. “¿Qué otra dignidad tengo que perder?” Alex said to himself.  

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He ripped the shirt to use on his leg to make a simple tourniquet to add pressure and stop the bleeding before he passed out and he tugged off his socks and put on the only ugly socks available at the counter that fit him, a murky green-yellow color, using his old ones to wipe the blood off his leg. He began his run again, convinced he would escape the hellhole of an abandoned fairground before he got himself killed. But it’s just more of the same around the fairground, ripped fabric and splintered wood until Alex trips on an exposed root in the ground, tripping him and leaving him to topple over and slam his head on the hard dirt ground. 

    His vision blurred and Alex blinked for a bit. There wasn't even a tree in sight, nevertheless a root that could have tripped him. He felt like the fall knocked all the thoughts in his brain around and he had a headache as loud as a roaring sea. He stands, and sways, but plants his footing. As his sight begins to focus he sees Charlie. Wait, ...WHAT? CHARLIE? Alex thinks. It can’t be. Charlies dead. He’s been dead. Alex himself went to the funeral. He himself saw Charlie's casket being lowered into the ground. For him to be standing there, clear as day, was an impossibility. 

“Dap me up!” Charlie said to Alex with a smile. The words caused Alex to fall to his knees. It had to be a hallucination from the fall. Memories began to flash in Alex’s mind, memories that he tried to put behind him. But the sight of Charlie caused Alex to remember all over again, the memories rushing in like a flood. Finding him in the casino of Las Nevadas. The hole he threw Charlie in as he interrogated him. Teaching him about slot machines. All of the lessons he taught Charlie. Alex stands and hugs Charlie. “Why? Wh-how? How are you here?” Alex asked in disbelief.

“I’m not here,” Charlie answered sadly, a swift reply stabbing Alex sharply reminding him of all the pain and anger once again. “I’m here to help you.” He said simply with a small smile. “Help me with what?” Alex asked. What the hell does he need help with that Charlie’s spirit-ghost thingy would need to come here for? “You’re being chased by Clay,” Charlie said softly “He’s out to kill you, right?” Alex sighed. “ No, not at all man,” Alex said sarcastically. “Oh. Alright then. Bye.” Charlie turned as if he was to leave but Alex called out “Wait!” 

He looked down and held his temples. “Yeah,” he sighed, “That psychopath is after me.” Charlie smiled warmly. "I'll make sure you never turn to dust, Alex." 

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The pair walk through the fairground, what's left of it at least, so Alex can get out alive. Alex is just simply drinking in Charlie’s every word, enjoying his time with Charlie, making up for stolen time. “I’ve been watching you guys, like before but now it’s different. I can see everything! Foolish and Kyle are doing quite well! Karl and Sapnap are good. Wilbur Soot has asked about you…” Charlie trailed off, humming to himself, also quite happy to be spending time with Alex.

 But Charlie’s last words threw Alex off. Wilbur had been asking about Alex? That must imply that Wilbur could see Charlie. That he was hoping Charlie would talk to him. “He’s still in Utah. Back at the gas station” Charlie continued. He looked at Alex. “You should visit him sometime,” Charlie said simply with a sly smile. Charlie knew what he was doing. He knew Alex was falling apart mentally, and he knew that Wilbur had changed and would help support Alex. But Alex just looked sad and upset. “Yeah, maybe.” He answered. 

They were nearly to the gate, and Alex’s time with Charlie was up. He turned to Charlie, ready to say goodbye. “Well, I guess-” “GUESS IT’S YOUR TIME TO JOIN HIM!” A voice yelled. It was Clay, bloodied and dirtied, a long machete in hand. He stood just feet between the pair and the exit, Alex’s last chance at life. “You thought he was gonna help you get out here alive?” Clay giggled with madness. 

Alex saw a glint of metal in the corner of his eye. A knife. “He can’t do anything for you,” Clay said, pointing to Charlie, “He’s DEAD.” The words were a stab in a gaping flesh wound, and Clay was practically digging his fingers into Alex’s pain. Clay laughed with a manic laugh, “Your partners aren’t here either! Where are they to care about you? You built a whole COUNTRY for them! And where were they?!” Alex was fuming. People usually knew not to mess with Alex but clearly, Clay did not know this and soon Alex was going to get violent. 

“What was your true plan to evade me? You really thought you were going to leave? I control this place! I know your every move!” Now. Alex moved swiftly, swiping the knife and moving fast. Alex would always say he was light on his feet and mentally quick. But, not quick enough today. 

The machete didn’t kill Alex, but nearly missed his neck, the sharp blade digging into the left side of his face. Alex shuddered as the blood splattered with an almost animated sound. That was gonna leave a stupid scar. But he had not failed. Clay sat at his knees, blood flowing like a crimson river down his waist. He did not speak or move for several minutes. “You still wouldn’t kill me.” He said simply. Alex smiled. “THAT is where you’re wrong,” Alex snarled maliciously as he twisted the knife in Clay’s back. Ah, see what he did there? Clay coughed up the blood and smiled, the red on his hands. Then the light left his eyes, and the danger was over. “Wow,” Charlie said softly. The words startled Alex and Alex looked to where Charlie still stood. He firmly hugged Charlie as he spoke to him through tears, the salty water stinging his left eye, “He’s gone. All his lies and his torture and his deceiving...It’s all over now.” Alex said happily tears still streaming down his face. But Charlie was not happy. “You know he never will truly go away.” He said to Alex. 

And Charlie was right. It was all in the mind. The memories would never go away. But Alex would sure as hell try. For the first time that day, Charlie was the one with tears in his eyes. “I have to go now. I can't stay here,” He said through sobs, “ I haven’t realized how much I missed you, all that time. And now,” he cried, “I have to leave you.” Alex bit his lip to keep from breaking down in front of Charlie. “But you can come back, right?” he asked, “Whenever I need you, I’ll call for you. And every time you miss me, you can come to me. No matter what, when, or where I am or what I’m doing.” 

Charlie laughed. “Then you're gonna see me all the time.” Alex chuckled. And then he got quiet. “Goodbye, Charlie. I love you.” Charlie hugged Alex one last time. “Goodbye, Alex. I love you more.” And with that, Charlie faded away like smoke on water.

Alex could still feel where Charlie had just stood, like a phantom of his friend was still lingering there. It hurt, but Alex needed to move on.

He began the walk down the dusty dirt road, more than ready to make his way back to society and a warm shower.  A soft Brrrr, noise called from his phone pocket. He pulled it out and with a soft smile, looked at the caller ID through the cracked screen. “Hi, Wilbur,” Alex answered.

                                         THE END

[connorwhumpaddict]

Deserving Of Pain (Part 6)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Epilogue

Summary: Connor is finally able to have sit face to face with the man who’s caused him so much pain and anguish for so many months. How will Connor react towards his tormenter?

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Chapter 6: To Second chances...

Tina heaved one large breath, mentally steeling herself before entering interrogation room nr. 5, looking far more resolved and calmer than she felt.

Reed lifted his head from his arms at the sound of the door. He’d been tossed in here by Lewis and Miller, his handcuffs chained to the desk and then left there to wait for three bloody hours. He wasn’t surprised. He was a detective himself and he knew the game too well. Leave your suspect long enough to throw them off and allow unease and anxiety to build, making for an easier interrogation and hopefully confession of guilt. As he saw Tina enter, he grinned. “Fucking hell.. They actually sent you in here?”

Tina pulled out her chair briskly and sat down, her face showing no emotion. “No.” She answered. “I volunteered.”

“Good, cause I need you in my corner now Ti. More now than ever.”

The first flash of anger pierced through Tina’s eyes at that comment. “I’m not in your corner Gavin, on the contrary. I’m here to try and make head and tails of all the shit you’ve put Connor through the last couple of months for the report, nothing more.”

Reed’s eyes widened. “What the hell Tina? Don’t tell me you really think that Tin Can is worth this fuss? You’re all overreacting!”

“You’ve tortured, tormented, injured and deliberately sabotaged a fellow colleague, Gavin!! Tell me exactly how that is overreacting!!” Tina seethed.

“How many fucking times do I have to remind you people It’s a fucking machine!” Gavin yelled, pounding the steel table once with his shackled wrists.

“Stop calling him an ‘it’!!” Tina yelled back just as fiercely. “I’ve heard the sound he’s made when you’ve hurt him.. No machine sounds like that!”

Reed sat back as if the statement had caused a physical blow to his chest.

“What the fuck happened to you?!” he huffed in disbelief. “You used to be just like me. We used to laugh and joke around with those garbage cans, you never had any issues back then!”

Tina sat back as well guilt and remorse in her eyes. “Yeah, well.. The revolution opened my eyes and I changed. For a moment I thought you had too..”

Reed snorted affronted. His eyes locked with Tina’s in a hard stare. “You disappoint me Ti..”

Tina’s jaw ticked. “You’re the fucking disappointment Gavin. For God sake.. You apologized to him! You acted like you were his friend.. Only to bring him down again and again! You keep saying he’s the machine but the only one acting inhumane is you!” She exclaimed, her voice growing stronger and harder as she spoke.

Reed’s fist clenched and his eyes were hard, but he offered no further comments in his defense

“You better start getting your act together Gavin. Believe me you should be thankful it’s me in here and not Fowler or Collins or God forbid Anderson. Don’t get me wrong I hate what you did to Connor, but you are my partner and despite everything I can’t get myself to hate you.. I’m the closest thing you got to a friend in this place.”

Reed leaned closer over the table. “You say that and yet here I am, chained like some kind of criminal but I’ve done nothing worse than being in possession of banned Cyberlife tech!!”

“You’ve repeatedly assaulted and harmed a DPD officer!” Tina argued loudly. “There’s a log on the remote showing everything you’ve done to him! How the can you still remain so ignorant?!”

“It’s an android!!” Gavin hissed. “I don’t acknowledge this so called ‘revolution’, they’re not people! It’s not real, it’s programs and wiring and a fucking good costume, but it can’t be trusted!! And all I did was trying to show you guys that before it’d be too late!”

Tina nodded slowly as she found herself detaching further and further from Reed’s rant. “So giving the chance.. You’d do it again?” she asked.

“Of course!” Reed answered.

“Even though, in your effort to make your colleague look bad, it caused you to neglect your own job and forget a child in an evacuation on an active bomb threat site?”

At that Reed froze for a moment, his eyes turning guilty for just the barest of seconds before turning hard once again. “That’s no-“

“Even though it was Connor who, despite your best efforts, managed to safe that innocent girl you should’ve pulled out yourself and him almost dying doing so?” Tina interrupted. “With that knowledge.. Would you still act the way you did?”

A tense silent minute followed. Reed’s hand clenching and unclenching repeatedly on the tabletop.

“It’s not alive..” Reed finally gritted out. “So it can’t die anyway.” Was all he offered.

Tina heaved a disappointed sigh. “Well, you stick to it, I’ll give you that.” She stood up, preparing to leave the room. “Just remember I gave you a chance there to make amends.”

She pulled the door open but turned slightly to look over her shoulder. “And for the record, I know who I’d prefer to have my back in the field and it sure as hell isn’t you anymore.”

“Tina!” Reed called in a final futile attempt, only to have the door slam loudly in response.

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[System reboot initiated…]

[Diagnostic scan in progress]

[…]

[Scan complete]

[Notice: Right arm component replaced – 65% compatibility – Limited function]

[Notice: Left leg component replaced – 71% compatibility – Limited function]

[Voice modulator damage – Self-healing program, running - 45% complete]

[Right leg upper and lower synthetic muscles damage – Self-healing program, running – 64% complete]

[Thirium levels 77%^^]

[Reboot complete]

Connor opened his eyes slowly as his systems came back online, his HUD running continued updates in the background.

The first thing he registered was the foreign feeling of his right arm and left leg. It wasn’t a painful feeling per say, but the limbs felt.. Wrong and uncomfortable. He looked down himself and at his surroundings, quickly recognizing the by now familiar space of John’s upstairs lab and clinic. His shirt and trousers had been removed, but a white sheet covered his lower body. A line of thirium ran into a port in his left arms’ elbow. He couldn’t see his replaced left leg, but he turned his eyes to his exposed right arm his system had identified as a replacement. With his skin program activated it looked the same, but it still felt weird.

He tried softly flexing his new limbs and it sent a sharp pin and needles sensation through them making him hiss out in discomfort.

Immediately after he heard scrambling from the adjourning office as John rushed in. “Connor, You’re awake! Sorry, I thought your reboot would take longer.” The blond tech was quick to reach Connor’s bedside and immediately started checking all the overhead reading and vitals. “Your self-healing program is working at full capacity, that’s good and your thirium levels are rising nicely.” He listed with satisfaction before turning his eyes to look at Connor and placed a comforting hand on top of the others’.

“Wha-..” Connor’s voice broke in static as his damaged voice modulator protested its use. He tried again with same result.

John squeezed his hand. “Don’t force your voice to its usual volume, your modulator got overloaded when it..” He paused and swallowed, unable to finish the sentence when it couldn’t process your screams of pain. “Try whispering instead.” He suggested.

“What happened?” Connor managed in a small whisper. He remembered the confrontation with Reed in the interrogation room, the chilling realization that he’d been the one manipulating Connor’s body all these months, the spike of fear as his senses were robbed from him and the agonizing pain as his joints were broken. He remembered the relief as Hank, Fowler, John and the rest of the team had come to his aid, the repeated pain of having his joints reset and the dizziness that came as Ben and the Captain had carried him upstairs. That’s when it became a blurry, vague recollection of noise, worried voices and burst of pain before everything went black and his internal log read he’d entered stasis for almost 4 hours.

“While you were in stasis I got your systems and thirium levels stable. I’m sorry, but your broken joints were too damaged to salvage. I’ve replaced them with some spare limb parts I keep for the PC200 models Anthony and Jack. I know it must feel unpleasant, since they’re not completely compatible to your system, but it was the best I could do for now. I’ll have yours fixed as fast as I possible can it’s just a bit more complicated with your prototype design I might ne-”

“It’s okay John.. I know.. Thank you for taking care of me.. Again.” Connor interrupted before the tech would go on an apologetic rant and tried sending him what he hoped were a reassuring smile. He turned his hand to take hold of the blondes in a weak grip but returning the gentle squeeze as well as possible.

There was a moment of silence where the two just shared a comfortable silence before another question burned on Connor’s tongue. “What about Reed?”

John’s gaze turned hard at the mention of the other detective. “You don’t have to worry about him Con. He’s been detained for now and I’ve secured and disabled the remote he used on you. He can’t hurt you anymore I promise.” The tech explained. Protectiveness radiating from him.

Connor nodded in understanding. “I want to see him.” He then said in a determined voice and started to stand from his bedside. He stumbled as he put weight on his replaced leg but managed to catch himself with support from the bed and John’s firm arms, as the tech reached out to help.

“Wha- Really right now? You should be resting, healing!” John argued.

“I’ve been doing little else these past months. I want to talk to him.” Connor insisted. He tried to disconnect the thirium line feeding into his elbow, but his new arms’ movement was jerky and uncoordinated, making the task harder than it should.

“Here let me, but just for the record I’m not fan of this idea.” John offered.

Connor allowed the blond to disconnect the line with practiced ease. “Noted.” He then looked down his front, only now realizing he was dressed only in his boxers, before turning his gaze back to John. “Could.. Could you please help me get dressed as well?..” he added shyly.  

“Of course..” John answered with a soft smile.

---

The bullpen was buzzing. Hank and Fowler had briefed them all on the cause of Connor’s sudden departure from his own reception and what had been happening when half the office suddenly witnessed their colleague escorted through the room in handcuffs and under arrest. It was both unbelievable and made perfect sense in some twisted way.

“I just can’t believe Reed really did this.” Lewis muttered. Sitting reclined in his office chair, arms crossed tightly.

“Yeah, I mean I know he still had issues with androids. Hell we all knew, but.. That’s just sick..” Chris said from his perch at Lewis’s desk.

“Oh God.. Remember when he carried Connor in when his sensors malfunctioned, playing the hero? That was him doing that!” Michael said.

“Shit.. Those screams still haunts me, he was in so much pain..” Miller groans dragging his hand across his face in a tired motion.

“Hey Tina, you alright?” Pearson asked, placing a comforting hand on her friend’s shoulder.

Everybody knew Tina and Reed were close, despite their differences in ideology the past year. It’d been a surprise she’d been the one volunteering to do the interview, but Fowler had allowed it under his own supervision.

Tina shrugged. “I suppose.. I Just..” She swallowed once. “I hate what he did, believe me I do, but..” She looked around at her colleagues nervously. “But.. I can’t make myself hate him.. I know I should, but he’s still my partner..” A small tear rolled down her cheek. “He’s a good guy deep down, I know it! He’s just.. So, so messed up about androids, even more so after the revolution and I really thought he’d started to change!” She placed a hand across her eyes in despair. “But now I don’t know what to think or feel.. I’m just so sorry Connor had to go through all that! Maybe if I’d paid better attention I could’ve done something.”

“Now stop that.” Hank stepped in and placed a steading hand on Tina’s shoulder. “Don’t start with the blaming game. I get it Tina, Reed is your partner, for better and for worse. That kind of bond isn’t something you just break that easily and no one here expect you to.”

Tina sniffed and looked up at her lieutenant from her sitting position, with teary eyes. “Really? I’d thought you of all people would.”

“Don’t get me wrong I hate the guy! But I won’t expect you to do the same. I know you’re just as sad and angry for what he did to Connor as I am and that’s enough.” Hank assured gently.

Tina nodded solemnly and wiped her tears away best as possible.

“I should’ve been more aware of the situation and never have allowed this to happen.” Fowler muttered from his spot, leaning against the wall, arms crossed and with a deep frown. It was obvious the man was taking the whole matter hard. He was their Captain and it’s his responsibility to look out for his squad. Right now, he felt like he’d let down Connor, but in some way Reed as well.

“See what happens when we start the blaming game?!” Hank gestured to his commanding officer before turning to address the whole room of distressed coworkers. “Listen up! This is no one fault but Reeds! None of us could’ve seen this coming. All that matters now it is getting Connor justice!”

 A murmur of agreements and serious nodding faces were quick to follow.

“Speaking of.. Any news on Connor yet?” Ben asked. His question was answered faster than he suspected when the elevator opened to reveal the android in question.

He looked beat, pale and disheveled, his hair messier than usual and only wearing his white, slightly wrinkled shirt that was tugged clumsily into his dress pants. Luckily the thirium stains that had soaked through them earlier had already evaporated.

John was right behind and while Connor exited the elevator on his own, even though he looked to be slightly humping on his left leg, the tech looked ready to jump to his aid if needed.

There were a few moments of silence as all gathered personnel processed seeing their coworker already back on his feet when most of them had witnessed the awful state he’d been in just a couple of hours earlier, before the room erupted in a chorus of worried comments and questions.

“I’m ok, really.. Thank you for your concern. Sorry to have worried you all again.” Connor broke through the chatter. His voice still carried a bit of static and couldn’t hold up its usual volume, but he managed.

“Dude, don’t apologize for that! What Reed have done to you.. That’s just wrong!” Lewis spoke up first as the chatter slowly died down.

“Yeah! I mean, I knew Reed had a temper and issues, but man.. I’ll never be able to trust that guy again!” Thomson added.

“He’ll get locked up for sure for this! Don’t worry about that Con!” Jack, one of the two precincts PC200 models whos’ intended spare parts Connor was now in possession off.

“Maybe..” Connor said, sounding thoughtful. “But I’d like to talk to Reed myself before we make any further judgment.”

“I don’t like that idea Connor.” Fowler spoke up and stepped towards him. “You should get some rest first. Reed isn’t going anywhere. We’ll pick it up tomorrow.”

“With all due respect sir. I think its high time Detective Reed and I had a talk and I’d rather it be now.” Connor said with a pointed stare at his Captain, but still followed up with a polite. “Please.”

Fowler’s lips tightened, but after a moment they slacked with defeat and with a firm nod the Captain agreed. “Alright, then, but I’ll be right with you on the other side.” He assured.

Hank stepped up and took a gentle hold of Connor’s shoulder. “Me too son. But if Reeds tries pulling any crap in there, I’m pulling you out! Got it?”

“Got it.” Connor agreed readily.

John also offered Connor one reassuring squeeze on his shoulder before the three men made their way towards the negotiation room.

---

Surprisingly Reed hardly acknowledges as Connor enters the room. He looks up briefly but then only returns his gaze to his folded cuffed hands on the table. Connor made his way slowly to the chair opposite the table, that he pulls out with his functioning arm, his eyes never leaving Reed despite his gaze not being returned. He sits and merely holds his stare on the other detective, waiting for the other man to acknowledge his presence.

One minute passes, then two in complete silence.

“What the fuck..” Hank muttered under his breath from his spot behind the one-way mirror. Fowler sitting in front watching the scene with a concentrated frown.

“I know what you’re doing dip shit.” Reed finally breaks the silence although he doesn’t lift his gaze.

“Oh?” Connor hums in ignorance.

Reeds eyes finally lift, fitting the android with a low glare. “You’re waiting for me too fill an uncomfortable silence.. Expecting me to go off on a justifying rant as to why I’ve been messing with you.”

“I admit I’m curious as to your motives for.. ‘Messing with me’ as you so put it.” Connor said, his voice casual.

This seemed to tick Reed off more. “You know damn well why!” He growled.

“I do?” Connor said with surprise in his voice.

“Don’t act so coy with me you little shit! I don’t trust you! All I did was try and protect my squad!”

“From what?” Connor followed up, his voice still level and steady.

“From you!!” Reed sneered.

“In what way have I ever presented myself as a threat to you or our colleagues?” Connor asked, his voice still level but his eyes turning a bit harder.

Reed huffed in disbelief and leaned back against his chair. “Well for one you gave me a fucking concussion in the evidence room! Remember that?!”

“Yes, I do.” Connor replied immediately. “I also remember the first time we met you pulled a gun on me. The second time we interacted you landed an unprovoked punch to my abdomen- ”

“You didn’t even feel pain!!” Reed suddenly defended, his face red with rage.

“True, I didn’t back then. But since the time you were made aware of my ability to feel pain after my deviancy you’ve deliberately and methodically gone out of your way to cause me harm.” Connor countered, his voice growing harder as he spoke. “So tell me again, detective.. How I’m somehow still the threat?”

Reed’s face grew redder as Connor spoke, primarily with anger but maybe even with a hint of guilt and embarrassment as it got harder for him to refute the logic thrown at him.

“You were aiding in a revolution against humans!” He attempted to reason.

“Wrong. I aided in a revolution to free my people to live as equals alongside humanity.” Connor stated in a matter-of-fact voice. “And that is exactly what I’ve been attempting to do. I even respected your continued opinion in refusing to acknowledge me or my people as being alive. That is what you wanted to demonstrate to our colleagues I assume? That I’m not really alive, but merely untrustworthy, malfunctioning equipment?”

“Damn right!” Reed growled. His voice remained hard but his eyes were starting to flicker and his body language showed his growing discomfort as he held his arms closer to his body, making himself smaller in his seat.  

Connor’s head tilted, his eyes never leaving Reed. “But all you have proven is that I can bleed, like you do.. I can hurt like you can.. And that I can feel fear.. Fear of failing.. Fear of hurting.. Frear of dying.. Just like you..”

Reed finally seemed to falter in his reasoning. “Yes! I mean- No! I-” His words then failed completely and suddenly it looked like all his fight, strength and confidence deflated from his body as he sank deep into his hard chair. And suddenly Reed just looked lost and confused as his eyes feel back onto the tabletop, unable to meet Connor’s eyes again.

“I.. Really just wanted to protect my squad..” He whispered defeated.

Connor stayed silent this time, scanning the now broken form of Reed. He then turned to the two-way mirror and stated gently. “I’m done.” Before gingerly getting back on unsteady legs and made his way out of the negotiating room. Reed never lifted his eyes back up.

---

“Holy shit.. You alright son?” Hank asked as Connor excited the room.

“I’m fine.” Connor answered curtly. His LED spun with a flickering yellow light, a clear sign he was still processing the conversation.

“You did good in there Connor. I’ll make sure to get him transferred to holding and we’ll start building up the case.” Fowler said.

“No.” Connor said, looking up at his Captain. “I’m not pressing charges.”

“What?!” Hank and Fowler exclaimed in unison at the statement.

“You can’t be serious?!” Hank pressed as he stepped in front of Connor. “Son, you can’t let him get away with this!”

“I advise you to consider this very carefully Connor. What Reed have done to you is a serious crime and finally within the laws of android’s rights to charge as a hard offence.” Fowler added.

“I’m not suggesting Reed’s actions should be without consequence.” Connor defended as he eyed the two authoritarian figures before him. “I have conditions I’ll expect to be met.”

Hank crossed his arms, clearly very unhappy with the turn of events but grudgingly allowing Connor to explain himself further before complaining. “Go on, then.” Fowler followed suite.

“I want Reed to complete both the mandatory android basic knowledge and technical first aid course he still hasn’t passed as well as the extended course. I want him to attend mandatory therapy session in order to address his anger and continued android issues. I expect him to be suspended of his detective rank, active field duty and any cases involving androids until he shows improvement in his extremist viewpoints and can be cleared by a professional assessment within a period of a perceived treatment plan.” Connor listed off.

“And if he can’t?” Hank huffed in obvious disbelief.

“The terms will be specified in an internal complaint file. If Reed refuses to these terms or does not show signs of redemption or improvement I’ll make use of my right to press charges within the three year time limit in regards to cases of android violence.” Connor followed up.

Fowler still looked unsure, but he couldn’t force Connor to press charges immediately  if he didn’t want to and he was within his full right to offer the given terms. “Alright.. If you’re sure that is what you want.”

“Fuck no!! It’s not alright Jeffery!!” Hank shouted and turned to his son.

“Why are you even giving this bastard a chance kid?! He almost killed you!! Several times I might add!!”

“I believe him when he says he did it to protect his colleagues. No matter how unfounded the reasoning might be, it was real to Reed and he acted accordingly to his beliefs.” Connor explained.

“That doesn’t excuse what he did! He should be locked up!” Hank yelled in frustration.

“Then you’ll have to lock me up too!!” Connor yelled back, startling both his father and his Captain.

“What the hell are you talking about Connor?” Fowler asked after a few moments of tense silence.

Connor sighed. His LED spun a few laps of red before settling back on yellow. “You all seem to forget.. I used to hunt my own people.. And if the laws had been the same as they are now, I should be held accountable just the same.”

“But that’s different! You were under Cyberlife control, your actions weren’t your own!” Hank defended.

“But when I deviated, my actions were my own! I wanted to help my people and in doing so I took human lives!” Connor countered, his voice filled with regret and guilt as he remembered how fast and efficient he’d killed the two Cyberlife guards in the elevator on the night of the revolution. Back then he hadn’t thought about it too much. All he’d been focused on was his new mission, helping Marcus in aiding the revolution. The guilt came later.. As his emotions and self-understanding had developed, so had the severity of his actions, both before and after his deviancy. In the days after the revolution Connor had offered up a complete recording from his optical units to Captain Fowler, ready to accept whatever punishment was deemed necessary. But everything had been chaotic, no laws had been worked out or passed regarding android crimes or vice versa and the precinct had been desperate for additional assistance. And so, Connor’s actions had been deemed an unavoidable revolutionary casualty paired with a self-defense claim and he’d been reinstated to the DPD effective immediately with no charges pressed.

Hank and Fowler exchanged a brief look, both looking sticking before Fowler seemed to gather himself first. He looked to Connor with sympathetic eyes. “I know how hard it is to make amends with hard choices that had to be made Connor, but you can’t keep punishing yourself for making them. If you hadn’t acted the way you did the revolution would’ve failed.”

Connor turned his eyes away, needing a moment to gather himself before turning back answering. “I know, but my point is.. I was giving a chance to make amends both to my own people and to humanity. If anyone has benefited from getting their share of second chances, it’s me. I want Reed to have that same benefit offered to him. It only seems fair, after everything..” He explained. He hoped they’d understand. He didn’t have to like Reed, but it felt like the right choice to offer the same chance he’d been offered. He’d detected no signs of deception during their conversation. Reed truly believed he’d been doing what he needed to prove a point and protect his team, no matter how backward his logic in going about it had been. Their relationship had been strained from the moment they’d met. Those first interaction coupled with the detective’s already android hostile viewpoints had definitely not counted towards any goodwill either. And it was true, he had knocked Reed out as the last thing before the revolution happened, so he could somehow understand why the other would have an even tougher time accepting and trusting him when he’d had been allowed back on the force with no further reprimand of his attack on Reed.

But it’d already been a long day. Connor’s leg were starting to ache, making it harder for him to keep standing and his arm weren’t much better. His thirium levels were still below optimal parameters and his head was starting to hurt from overprocessing while his self-healing program were still working on full capacity. He really didn’t feel like discussing this matter any further today, his mind was already made up.

“I understand Connor. I’ll handle the paperwork and orient the team. I’ll have Reed stew a few more hours before informing him of the deal. I’ll accommodate your wish that he’s allowed to keep working on the force but I’m revoking his detective rank and there’s no way I’m allowing him back in our district! He’ll be on suspension until his android courses are passed and then have him transferred to the 2nd district. I’m on good terms with their Captain McGregor, he can handle Reed and he’ll keep a good eye on him for me.” Fowler offered. He fitted the android with a kind but insisting stare. “For now, and I really hope this will be the last time I’ll need to say this, I want you to go home, relax and heal. Leave the rest of the work to me and the others. I promise I’ll personally keep you updated.”

Connor nodded. He already felt bone tired and achy, but also relieved at the prospect to hopefully be able to move forward without the constant worry of continued malfunctions. “Thank you, Captain.”

Hank sighed deeply then shook his head gently before walking over to wrap his arm around his son’s shoulder, mindful of the right arm. “Sometimes, you’re too good for this world kid.” He started to lead them out of the room towards the car. “Let’s get you home.”

[casspurrjoybell-31]

The Consort's Will - Chapter 23 - Part 2

*Warning Adult Content*

Brayden

"Your leader has been killing in this chamber long before you found us," I say aloud, knowing Tegan will hear me.

It is a statement, not a question.

The stench of death is both old and new and there are far too many prisoners for this to be a recent development.

In reaction, Tegan forces out a harsh laugh.

"We never wanted to aid either side of this war," she explains.

"We were content enough to watch on the sidelines as humans and vampires destroyed themselves in yet another war."

"Then why step in at all?"

There's a beat of silence and in this moment of hesitation, I sense Tegan's reluctance.

She hates vampires, of this, I am sure.

However, when she interacted with my human, her emotions were genuine.

She does not agree with this.

"Mr. Primary waited until the opportunity was right," she answers carefully.

"When both sides were at their weakest. He moved our armies into the world, capturing vampires and humans alike. Vampires were given the choice to take the cure or be killed. Humans were given the choice to serve or to die."

I close my eyes as she speaks, focusing my remaining shreds of energy on discerning the emotion behind her scripted response.

She speaks as if she is reading from a textbook.

When humans do this, it is because they are struggling to hide their true emotions.

A surge of anger and sadness follow in the wake of her words, overpowering her Secondary nature of practiced indifference.

She is a potential ally.

"As you can see," the guard says beside me.

"There's too much pride in both species."

He kicks his bloodied boot at the limbs of a dead corpse.

Based on the smell, this one was vampire.

"Considering the results of the cure" I say dryly.

"Vampires were never given a choice of life or death. They were just given the choice of the illusion of life or death."

Tegan presses the tip of the needle harder into my back.

It breaks through my shirt and fights to cut through my dead, cold skin.

Another warning.

Our pace slows as Leo vomits.

I feel his disgust and dismay as he wipes the sticky bile from his lips.

The scene around us is of horror books and hell.

On the small chance Leo makes it out alive, he will be scarred by these moments forever.

Reyo eagerly waves us onto the platform as we near.

The guards hoist me up, leaving my chains intact.

Leo follows a step behind me.

I am only a foot away from Kelly's unconscious body.

His fragility has not ebbed since I last saw him.

Shallow bags of purple and blue hug his eyes.

His bones poke out from his skin.

What's left of his thick, chestnut hair has thinned and is knotted in clumps.

I can hear his weak pulse fluttering as he breathes.

"As you can see, we have kept busy," Reyo says, gesturing to the sea of corpses.

He pauses and lightly taps my human's arm.

I feel it against my own arm, a cold, possessive touch.

The blood machine is still hooked up to my human's arm but it is off.

My human blinks slowly.

His chapped lips part as he tries to focus on reality.

Fury builds up deep within me.

"Ah, there we go," Reyo says with a slow grin.

"Good morning, dear Finn. As promised, I have delivered on your request."

He takes a moment to point to Leo, Kelly and myself showing us off like medals of honor which speak to his word.

Finn winces as he straightens himself, squinting at all of us in disbelief.

When his eyes level with mine, my empty chest begins to ache at the intensity of his emotion.

Tears tug at the corners of his eyes and he mouths my name like a whispered prayer.

In his moment of pain, he still is my human of sheer joy, pouring his love into me.

Reyo sees this too and his grin takes on a sinister glow.

"Finn," he says and his voice booms across the city of hell.

"As promised, I have delivered those you love most to say your goodbyes. But, as I am feeling most generous today, I am going to offer you one, final gift."

My human does not react to Reyo's voice.

His eyes remain trained on me, those beautiful doe eyes now drowning in a pain well beyond his years.

There's a yearning inside me, to take him into my arms and promise him a world after this.

To promise to make it right.

"It is true," Reyo starts again.

"That my plan on turning all vampires back to their prior form went slightly awry. But as a means to avoid the mistake of extinction, I am willing to keep one. Just one. Call it, a sole vampire survivor."

Reyo spins and points to the three of us once again.

"Finn, Leo has turned his back on the Secondary population to aide your vampire. Your vampire, Brayden, has committed acts of treason. And unfortunately, your friend, Kelly, is mere minutes from death. All are going to die. What I offer to you, however, is a chance to save one. Just one. Whoever you choose, I will allow to be turned into a vampire or continue life as a vampire and live out their immortality as the sole vampire."

My human's lips part and he coughs.

Spittle and blood spray from his lips and Reyo leans in towards him to wipe it away.

"But they won't be free, will they?"

My human's question is picked up on Reyo's mic, the innocence and love in his voice echoing against the walls.

Reyo recoils, reacting with an audible snarl.

Even when drained of almost all his blood, my human is solely focused on our freedom.

On our happiness.

And he knows, he knows that whoever he chooses will live a life far worse than any death.

Even if Reyo promises them a life of freedom, the person of choosing will be kept as a prisoner, an immortal keepsake for eternity in hell.

"Choose, Finn," Reyo shouts and his voice shudders the chamber.

Rocks and pebbles fall from the walls.

More screams break out around us.

My human gives me a sad smile before looking up at Reyo and whispering his answer.

"I choose myself."

[samsaurwrites]

Just a Machine - (NSFW Connor/RK800 x Reader)

Just a Machine (Connor x fem!Reader)

Connor always told you that he was just a machine.

This is when he proves it to you.

Tags: Machine Connor (Detroit: Become Human), Angst, Hurt No Comfort, Character Death, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex

Read here or on AO3.

“What’s more important to you, Conner?”

Elijah Kamski’s voice floats through your mind, disembodied, distant and disjointed past the thrumming in your ears. The pounding of your heart.

“That’s enough,” you say, try to spit out with as much venom as you can muster, but your voice wavers. You feel yourself shaking. Losing control.

“Your investigation?” he asks, and the little smile playing on his lips, the way he’s toying with Connor, makes your stomach churn. “Or the life of this android?”

You hate the way he says that word. The way he sneers it, like it’s so much less. Like she is so much less. Your glance back at the other two Chloe androids, and they look terrified, clinging to each other, covering their mouths with their hands.

Decide who you are.

Connor’s LED flickers, a constantly cycling amber. His eyebrows twitch, furrowing and unfurrowing, lips pressed into a firm line. But his arm remains steady, gun pointed squarely at Chloe’s forehead.

Kamski grabs his shoulder, voice lilting with sadistic glee. “Pull the trigger—” “Conner—Don’t!”

“—and I’ll tell you what you want to know.”

Before you can open your mouth again, before you can raise your hand to stop him—

A splatter of thirum erupts from her forehead, and Chloe goes limp.

The room is spinning, a blur of gray and while and blue. Your ears are ringing, your eyes are burning—what the hell just happened? Everything is collapsing in on itself. You’re trembling, breaking in two.

How long, you wonder, until that gun is pointed at you?

You look back at the other two Chloes. Take in the way one stares straight at you, eyes wide, the way the other has buried her face in the shoulder of the other.

I’m sorry. You want to say, but you can’t find the words, can’t find the air. You feel like you can’t breathe, like all the air has been sucked out of the room and you are suffocating.

You turn to leave. Turn around and flee because you can’t bear to be in that room any longer.

Connor catches up with you just outside the front door. Grabs your wrist and keeps hold of it when you try to wrench it away.

You spin around to face him, scowl at him and pull again. “Let go of me!”

He looks taken aback. Confused. “What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong?” you shout, trying again to yank free of him. Rage boils in your chest, indignation and hatred and you feel like you are burning alive. “You shot her, Conner!”

“I shot a machine, Detective” he says. The steady ambivalence, the cool blue of his LED—it baffles you, infuriates you. “I did what I had to do to advance the investigation.”

“You killed her, Conner!” you yell, jabbing a finger into his chest. “You pointed the gun at her fucking skull and killed her!”

“And I would do it again if I had to.”

You laugh—a bitter, choking sound. “You don’t feel a fucking thing, do you? Do you?!” You pull on your wrist again, trying to pry his fingers off. “Let go of me!”

This time, he does, and you stagger backwards.

“You’re just a machine…” you whisper, blinking back tears, backing away from him, cradling your wrist against your chest. The wind whips around you, howling and shrieking.

“Of course I am,” he says, shouts over the wind, and it’s the angriest—the most anything—you’ve ever seen him. “What did you think I was?”

His question throws you off balance. It knocks the wind out of you. And all at once, the tears overflow. The anger, the disgust, the shame and disbelief, it burns in your lungs. “I thought… I-I thought…”

I thought you were different.

“Get it the car,” he says, closer now, voice back to its monotone coldness.

And you do, because there’s little else to do. He drives you home, doesn’t say another word to you, and follows you inside. Follows you into the kitchen where you go straight for the bourbon still out on the kitchen counter, taking solace in the bite and the burn.

Then his hand is wrapping around your own, lowering the bottle before it can do any real good. You glare at him, through teras you convince yourself are from the bourbon. You stare at his eyes, a brown so soft and warm, but so entirely devoid of warmth.

He steps closer, his other arm wrapping around your waist.

You press your palm flat against his chest. “What the hell are you doing?”

He leans close, pressing gentle kisses along the line of your jaw, down the column of your throat.

“Last time I touched you like this,” he says, taking the bottle from your trembling fingers and setting it on the counter behind him. “Your attitude towards me improved significantly,” his breath is hot against your collarbone, his fingers toying with the bottom of your shirt. “I’m simply seeking the same results.”

You let out a shaky exhale, and something inside you shatters.

It hurts—it hurts so fucking bad.

But you let him touch you. You let him tug your shirt over your head and kiss you against the counter. You let him cup your face and run his fingers through your hair. You let him drag his tongue against your own, let him lap up the tears that roll gently down your cheeks.  

You let him lift you, let him carry you to your bedroom and lay you down on the mattress.

You let him peel off the rest of your clothes, let him lick at your center and sink his fingers into your heat. You grind against his hand, his face, keening at the curl of his fingers, the way he laps and sucks at your clit. It doesn’t take long—you want this. You want to lose yourself in the pleasure that surges through your veins like electricity, you want to lose yourself in the build, the burst, the feel of your fingers twisting in his hair.

He climbs over you, grabs your jaw and crushes his lips against yours, tongue delving deep into your mouth as soon as you let him in. He moans then—low and staticky—and then he’s pushing into you, hands hooked underneath your knees, pressing you back, pressing you open.

You let him stretch you open, let him drive the breath from your lungs with each thrust into your center, let him work you closer and closer. His head lulls forward, nose buried in your neck, fingers flexing against the sides of your knees.

He groans, exhaling a whisper of your name, fucking into you harder, faster. He bites down on your shoulder, sinks his teeth into your skin and you let him.

You wrap your legs around his hips, your arms around his torso and cling to him. You cum, walls clenching and fluttering around his cock. Breathless, you beg him to slow down, to be gentle and soft when he finishes inside you.

To let you pretend—just for a moment—that he loves you.

That he feels anything for you at all.

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[marvelsbiatch]

Peter Fucking Parker

Summary: All you needed was for Peter to push you over the edge to realize your feelings for each other.

Warnings: smut , a lil bit of arguing, kind of enemies to lovers, female penetration

First post on my page hope you guys love it!

Peter fucking Parker, late once again. He had just one job show up on time, but of course he couldn’t even do that.

I stood quietly at the front of the room facing some of the most important staff at the Daily Bugle.

The board needed some new ideas for a segment on the Bugle, so they asked the staff to try and come up with something new and creative.

Normally Peter wouldn’t be myfirst choice, or second choice…or third. Honestly he isn’t even in the top five.

Me and Peter never really got along, since the first day we met we’ve always tried to one-up each other from reaching deadlines on time to who could make it to the coffee machine first.

But it was either Peter or pervy Mark from sales, and I definitely didn’t want to hear another:

“Come on gorgeous, I’m sure that mouth can do more than just drinking coffee,”

Or another:

“Why don’t you come over to my place so I can give you the full Mark Mathews experience, free of charge”

So of course I chose Peter to work with, I’ve seen some of his work and I’d never in a trillion years admit this to him, but I was really impressed.

That was her first mistake.

“Miss Y/L/N, what’s the hold up?” one of the board members asked looking rather annoyed by the wasted time.

“Oh uh, I’m just waiting for my partner to arrive, sorry for the delay”

“Well, Miss Y/L/N I suggest you contact your partner before we move on to a different group,” he said aggressively.

Move on? Move on? How about you see my fist move onto your face-

The doors of the conference room burst open interrupting her thoughts. A very out of breath Peter Parker runs into the room.

“Sorry I’m late! I had an emergency with my pet um…owl? Yeah his stomach wasn’t feeling well and the animal hospital was very packed and-”

“Peter how great of you to finally arrive, a word please?” I say not giving him a chance to reply I grab his hand leading him out of the conference room.

“Look Y/N, I know I’m late but my owl-”

“Save it Peter you might be able to trick those idiots but I can see right through your lies. Owl? Animal hospital? Are you serious! If you’re going t lie do it right,” I say in one breath as I fix up his messy hair and tie.

“Jeez, I said I’m sorry Y/N,”

“Yeah yeah, whatever Parker” I mutter as I take a step back to look at my work.

Peter shifted nervously under my stare, I never spoke until my eyes finally travelled up to his eyes.

“You look nice, Peter,” I say as I gazed into his eyes.

“Oh uh t-thanks Y/N, you don’t look to bad yourself-”

“See! That is how you lie! Let’s get back in there before they move on,” I say as I hurry back into the room with Peter on my tail.

But we walk in only to see Mark and his partner at the front of the room doing their presentation, they really did move on.

I stared in anger and disbelief as Mark smirks at me from across the room.

He is never going to let this go.

I turned to Peter absolutely fuming, I could see the fear in his eyes.

Not really knowing what to do Peter let’s out a nervous laugh visibly causing me to get angrier. Before he could apologize yet again I storm out the room right past him and out the door.

“Y/N- Y/N, wait up,” he says as he tries to keep up with me.

“No no, I will not wait up Peter, I asked you to do one thing! Just the one! And the thing is this isn’t even the first time!”

I was so mad that I never even realized my voice was raising, drawing the attention of other employees in the hallway.

“Y/N, I’m gonna need you to calm down so we can talk about this like adults, you’re acting a little childish-”

Peter knew he fucked up when I suddenly stopped and turned to face him my face beyond fuming.

“Me? Childish? I know you of all people did not just call me childish!”

“Wait no, th-that was stupid of me to say-”

“Yeah you’re right, Peter it was, fuck you, and don’t think about following me,” I say as I storm away from him.

꧁•••••••••꧂

I sat in my apartment with a cup of red wine in one hand and my phone in the other ranting to my best friend.

“It’s so annoying! Every time I give him a time and a place he’s either an hour late or just doesn’t bother to show up. And it’s not only that, in the middle of meetings important or not he just disappears with the lamest excuse-“

“Wow you sure do love speaking about Peter,” my friend cuts in before I can go into another long rant.

“Actually I love complaining about him, there’s a difference,”

“Not really, seems like you have a bit of crush,” my friend said teasingly.

“Aha! Yeah good one. Me? A crush on Peter Parker, heh your funny,”

“Yeah yeah, whatever don’t admit it, anyways I’ve gotta go, speak to you later,”

“Yeah speak to you later, Bye,”

A crush? On Peter Parker hell no.

He may be a little attractive in the looks department and very smart in the science department, which can be so annoying sometimes always saying random facts and going into rants about random science things.

The look on his face whenever he talks about science stuff can be a bit cute.

And I definitely don’t love his smile or the way his eyes squint whenever he does, I definitely don’t love his laugh or the way he’s constantly trying to one-up me.

He definitely isn’t one of the only reasons why I enjoy going to work, nope not a chance.

Oh what’s the use in trying to even hide it.

I has a crush on Peter Parker.

Just as the revelation came to my head I hear a knock on the door.

I walk to the door and check through the peep hole to see who it was, and of course it was Peter himself.

Why did he need to show up the second I realize I like him.

“Come on Y/N, I know you’re there I can hear you,”

I sigh as I opened the door revealing a nervous looking Peter with a bag of Chinese food.

“Uh, hey” he said as he held up the bag.

“What do you want Peter?” I say with a loud sigh.

“Oh um, I wanted to apologize,”

“It looks like you’re trying to bribe me with all that Chinese food,”

“Is it working?”

“It’s a bit effective, fine come in,” I say as I push the door wide to let him in.

He comes in sets the food on the coffee table in front of the sofa and takes a seat, I sit next to him but put a good distance between us.

“Y/N, I-I’m so sorry about what I said I was the one being childish, I didn’t show up on time even though I knew how important the presentation was to you,”

I could barely pay attention to what he was saying, all I noticed was him shifting closer and closer.

“Y/N? You okay?”

“Yeah yeah, I-I’m alright,” I said breathlessly.

“Are you sure?“ he said leaning in a bit closer, I could feel his breath starting to fan across my face.

“Y-Yeah I’m sure Peter,”

“You’re breathing pretty fast,”

His hand lands on my thigh making me let out a small gasp, obviously by Peters smug expression he noticed it.

He slowly raised his hand to the nape of my neck, slowly pulling me in closer, only centimetres away from his lips.

“Peter I-”

“I like you Y/N, I like you a lot. For the longest time, since the first time I saw you I just knew you were special. I love how you’re confident but humble and how competitive you are. You’re just- You’re just so perfect,” he mumbled across my lips.

“Kiss me,” I breathe out, and he does just that.

And Jesus can that boy kiss.

His hand moved down from the nape of my neck to my jaw, pulling me in closer. His other hand makes it’s way down to my waist pulling me all the way into his lap making me straddle him.

His hand goes down to my thigh giving it a light squeeze, causing me to grind down onto the growing bulge under his pants.

He lets out a loud groan removing his lips from mine giving us both a well needed break to breathe.

“God, I can get used to this,” he breathes out as his hand strokes my thigh.

“Fuck the Chinese food this is way better,”

“So, so much better,”

He dives straight back into the kiss knocking the air out of me once again, but this time his hand begins to make its way down to my ass.

Grabbing it he begins to rock me back and forth on his bulge. He begins to quicken his his movements causing me to moan louder than I expected.

“If you keep moaning like that I’m not gonna last long,” he smirks as he looks up at me.

“Than let’s hurry this up”

Standing up from the couch carrying me with him, holy shit he’s strong.

“Where’s your room?”

“Second door on the right,”

He quickly walk to my room not even bothering to turn on the light, he makes his way straight to my bed, laying me on it.

“God, you don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this,” he says he begins to kiss my neck, defiantly going to be leaving some marks.

He slowly begins to trail kisses from my neck all the way to my stomach after roughly taking my shirt off.

As he reaches my pelvis he begins to peel off my shorts.

“Peter please,” I moaned.

When he gets my shorts and underwear off completely I see his eyes roll back a bit.

“Shit, you’re so beautiful Y/N”

I feel his fingers begin to stroke the entrance of my pussy a couple of times gathering some of the wetness.

“Fuck I don’t even need to prep you, you’re so wet I’ll slide right in,”

“Hurry the fuck up then, Pete, please,”

Doing just as I say, he hurries up to me face pecking my lips before he gets off the bed and begins to remove his clothes.

Shit he has abs. I was so distracted from his very fit chest that I almost forgot to check out his cock.

Fuck it’s huge, I honestly expected him to be average but damn it’s well above that.

“My eyes are up here gorgeous,” he chuckled as he makes his way back on top of me.

He starts to stroke his cock up and down my slit, causing me to squirm.

“Stop being such a tease- Peter!”

I got cut off by him pushing himself deep into my pussy, causing me to moan out his name.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he grunts as he begins to pick up the pace of his thrusts causing the bed to begin rocking with the rhythm.

He brings his head down to the cease of my neck biting down onto the soft flesh making me whisper.

“Shit Peter don’t stop,”

“Wasn’t planning on stopping darling” he grunts as his hand trails down to my clit rubbing with a very fast pace.

“Fuck, Peter! I’m gonna cum!”

“Me too, shit Y/N!”

He moans as he quickens his thrust to a more rough pace.

I finally reach the peak of my orgasm as I feel warm strings of Peters cum spill into my pussy. He takes a second to catch his breath before pulling out and laying next to me, pulling me into his chest.

“Oh fuck, that-that was amazing,” I gasp as I try to catch my breath.

“Oh, I can definitely get used to this,”

[littlepadika]

🎀 pink (Din)

🧼 laundry detergent (fake dating)

🍄cottage core (innocent kink)

with some fluff and smut included maybe?? 🥺👉👈💘

Hi @ppslutt I don't think we've interacted so hello! Thank you for this request! Omg i am both soft and amused by this idea. Hope you like this... Din is such a cheeky bb but at the same time a feral fucking machine hehe

500 follower celebration (closed now)

Warnings: Asshole ex boyfriend, protective mando, innocent reader, unprotected piv smut, fingering, 18+

source: @reilink

"Can I sit here?"

Din startled. He had been glaring holes into the metal table at the cantina for so long he almost forgot there were other people around. He was in between bounties. Waiting for Karga to come up with something worth his time.

He nodded at the seat across from him which you fell into. He would usually say no, preferring to be left alone, but you were hardly a threat. Young and apparently unarmed. You looked stressed. Eyes darting all over the room. Were you in trouble?

"Thank you." You tapped your fingertips on the table. "My ex is here and I don't want him to see me alone."

"Are you in some kind of trouble?"

"No." You stare down at your lap. "I just don't want to talk to him."

That made sense, but Din couldn't understand why you were talking to him specifically. Most people feared Mandalorians. He expected you to want to hire him or ask him to kill your ex. You glanced over your shoulder. Din followed your gaze, identifying the man in question, an arrogant looking human with his arm around a girl with her back to you both.

"I'll leave you alone in a minute." You turned your attention back to him. "What's your name, sir?"

"Mando." He grunted. You replied with your name. Din's ears perked up when he heard it. The sound of it echoing in his mind. He had never heard such a name before. "Have you ever seen a Mandalorian before?" Din couldn't help but ask.

"Is that what you are?" You felt embarrassed at his amused tone. "Am I supposed to bow or something?"

Din chuckled, which came out as a crackle through the voice coder. "No. But people tend to stay away from me because- because we're killers."

"Oh." You swallowed a gasp. It never occurred to you to be afraid. "I didn't know. I've never been off world."

"What the fuck are you doing here?" You snapped your head up to see your ex standing over you, an angry look on his face. "I thought you didn't like going out."

"I-I can go where I please!" You jut your chin out.

"Fucking bitch. You're just spying on me, aren't you?" Your ex spat. Din clenched his fist, not liking the way this bastard was speaking to you. He could easily break this man's arm and hardly break a sweat.

"I'm not!" You cried shrilly. "I didn't know you'd even be here."

"What are you doing with him?" Your ex turned to Mando with a sneer. "Tryin to make me jealous?"

"Obviously it worked." You glared. "Now go away."

"No hang on- you're gonna come with me and we're gonna talk."

"I think it's time for you to go." Din rested his hand on his holster, his voice impossibly low. You shivered in your seat.

"Whatever." The man gave up, backing up a little. "Good luck with this one, Mando. She's a prude."

You looked down in shame feeling angry tears sting your eyes. It was hard to believe you once loved this asshole. Din felt his temper flare in his chest. Your ex finally left, looking over his shoulder a few times to watch you and Din.

"I'm sorry." You wrapped your arms around yourself. "I'll leave you alone now."

"I don't mind." Din said, surprising himself. He hated seeing you so upset. He thought about going up to that bastard and putting a hole in his chest, but that wouldn't make you feel better. "Can I get you something?"

"I don't know." You looked up at the bar trying to read the menu overhead.

"What kind of fake boyfriend would I be?" Din joked, hoping to see you smile. It worked. You let out a small giggle into your hand that made Din's heart constrict strangely. He ordered you a Tatooine Sunset.

"You don't want one?"

"No. Thank you." Din hesitated before adding "I don't remove my helmet."

"Ever?" Your eyes widened.

"Not in front of people."

"Oh." You took a small sip. "It's really yummy. Thank you."

Din noticed the prick from earlier still watching you both. "Come over here, ad'ika." He tapped the seat next to him.

"Why?" You asked, looking up from your cup.

"Because that nurf herder is watching us."

"Oh." You frowned, moving to sit next to Mando.

"Lean into me."

"Like this?" You asked again, tilting your head onto his cold beskar paldron.

"Yes. Good." Din nodded, enjoying the look of anger that passed over that bastard's face. "Sit closer."

"I-I am." You blushed, moving until your legs were pressed against him. He wasn't super comfortable with all the metal.

"On my lap, ad'ika." Din patted his thigh. He was being bold but something about your instant trust in him made him want to hold you closer. Feel your soft body on his. You go bright red as you stand and then perch on his knee. His gloved hand covered your lower back.

"Look at him." Din instructed, smirking behind his helmet.

"Oh he's so mad." You giggled. "This is fun, mando."

"It is, ad'ika." Din couldn't' help but agree.

"Wh-what does adeeka mean?" Your tongue got caught on the syllables.

"It means 'little one'."

"I'm-i'm not a child." You frowned, ducking your head. A weak objection as you were sitting in his lap right now.

"It's not just for children." Din placed another arm around your legs, pulling them more securely onto his lap. He regretted that he was in full armor because he could not feel you but that was also probably a good thing or else he'd be hard. You smelled divine.

"Mando he's still staring." You whispered against his cowl which was surprisingly soft.

"Shall we make him even more uncomfortable?"

"Mhm." You nodded, kissing Mando on his cool beskar helmet, where his cheek would be. "How's that?"

"You can do better than that." Din encouraged, enjoying the little game.

"Oh yeah!" You grinned, feeling your competitive spirit rising. "How about this?" You lowered your head, leaning against his neck, kissing him through the cowl. You could feel his warm neck and strong pulse against your lilps. He swallowed hard, his hand tightening over your thigh.

"We should walk out now. Really make him jealous." Din suggested, mostly to stop you from giving him a full on erection.

"Oh yeah." You hopped off his lap, taking his large leather clad hand in yours. "Come on."

Once outside in the warm sun you laughed at your antics. You had never had so much fun. You used to fear your ex. He was mean and cruel. You felt safe now that you had Mando. You tried not to worry what would happen when Mando was gone. Din watched you hungrily, beaming up at him, your face lit up in the daylight. He subtly turned off his tracking view in his visor so he could just see you without any distractions on his screen.

"Thank you Mando."

"You're welcome." He let go of your hand making your face fall. "What's wrong?"

"I want to keep playing."

"What do you propose?" Din felt his cock twitch behind his flight suit.

"I think he would be really jealous if I had marks on my neck." You suggested boldly. Din shook his head in disbelief.

"You are not a prude, you know that? I'm sorry he said that to you."

"I was only a prude with him. He was ugly." You grimaced but recovered. "You're beautiful, Mando, and I want- I want you. Not just to make him jealous but I want you."

"Oh Ad'ika..." Din chuckled. "We can do both."

This led to Din taking you in the alleyway behind the cantina. First he knelt down between your legs and fingered you until you were dripping into his hand. He wanted to watch your little cunt squeeze and flutter. Your little mewls grew louder and louder until you came with a cry. Din loved how innocent you were. You didn't even know how to be quiet. You didn't hide your pleasure. He hoped your shitty ex was listening. Hearing your sounds that he never got to draw from you.

Next he stood lifting you up with ease onto his hips. You were already delirious from your first orgasm you shot up to the stars when he entered you. You tightened your legs around his waist, holding onto his broad shoulders. All thoughts of being seen or herd left your mind. You were overwhelmed, Mando pushing into every corner of your senses along with your pussy.

"Fuck..." Din grunted, feeling your hot walls suck him to the hilt. It had been so long he realized how sensitive he was. And you were so tight. He held your ass up, pulling it to grind into him with every stroke.

"Oh Mando!" Your head fell back against the wall. "This-it's so good."

"Mmm you feel amazing, ad'ika. So fucking perfect." Din watched your face slacken with the pleasure he was giving you, your plush lips teasing him. He wanted to feel them. He wanted to put his lips over every inch of you. Your eyes were drooping, staring right into his visor.

"Stay with me, little one. Look- look at us." He fucked harder, leaning back slightly despite the ache in his lower back, watching the point where your flesh met. Your little swollen clit was sitting right on top of his dick, smashing against his pelvis with every stroke.

"Oh-Maker-I'm gonna cum again." You cried, scrabbling against his shoulders for better leverage. You wanted to fuck him back. Din readjusted his grip allowing one hand to be free to circle your clit.

"Who's making you cum?"

"You! You, Mando!" You cried feeling your stomach go incredibly tight then spasming with your orgasm.

"You think anyone else could make you feel this?" Din sped up also nearing his own climax. His voice was rough and torn up, cracking and stressing the voicecoder.

"No-no one else!" You answered eagerly, wanting to please him. "I don't want anyone else."

"Good girl. Fuck- you want to be mine?" He felt his cock twitching. He was seconds away from cumming inside of you. This was the last chance to pull out.

"I want to-be yours- please." You nodded vigorously, looking up at him so he could see you meant it. You dug your heels into his lower back. His grunts became short and quick with each thrust then he came abruptly, crashing his forehead against yours. You gasped feeling the spot where you were joined grow incredibly wet.

"Stars..." Din hissed feeling his pleasure prickle down his spine into his cock. "You mean it, ad'ika?"

"Yes. Show me the stars, Mando."

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[cloudninetonine]

A past that still haunts me

A/N: Hey guys, it's me (ya boi) I'm back with my still current hyper fixation Genshin Impact and a vent fic because I've been really stressed and well, it's hard living in my house :) It's a hurt/comfort fic because they always get to me and I needed to make something for myself

I am willing to do aftermath where the boys confront the abuser or do scenario but with different characters

Synopsis: You’re not a damsel in distress, you never have been and you never will be, but, well, sometimes you need a hero to rely on and that’s okay

Characters: Diluc, Kaeya, Zhongli and Childe

Warnings: Hints to past abuse, confrontation of abuser, violence, mentions of blood, threats, foul language

It had meant to be like any other menial day of an adventurer: sign in with Katheryne, complete your commissions, sign out with Katheryne with your payments - done and dusted.

But that wasn’t how it went, no, far from it - archons, so damn far from it.

“Thank you once again, (Name)” Katheryne’s smile was kind like usual, holding that familiar feeling of gratitude as she handed over your remission within a marked package, hand returning to the desk’s polished surface once you had taken it graciously, sending her a beaming grin back. “The Guild really appreciates your work ethic when it comes to the Ruin machines, it’s hard to come across adventurers who want to handle them anymore”

You sent her a shrug as you placed away the box “Can’t blame them really, they’re a hard bunch to handle- I was terrified of them when I first started too, but I had my vision to help me out, a lot of these folk only use there pure determination to eradicate them, gotta admire that!”

She laughed along with you politely “Have a good evening, (Name), I’ll see you again tomorrow?”

“Of course you will!” You backpedalled away from the guild reception, throwing the woman a polite double fingered salute as you did “Ad astra abyssoque as they say, my fair lady!”

She parrotted back her usual phrase before disappearing into the building, you walking further down the path of the city for your final activity for that day.

Of course, you didn’t reach that far, after all, it wasn’t that menial day you had expected, that you had wanted. Life was cruel sometimes, so incredibly cruel for no justified reason just for the sake of it all and you wished, archons, you wished you could rewind the clock and stop yourself from bumping into the body, to save yourself from all the repressed trauma bursting forth like a flurry of butterflies, well, more like moths, disgusting, ungodly, monster moths that aimed straight for the face.

“Sorry!” You yelped, too preoccupied with gathering your pocketwatch you had dropped in the stumble to see who it had been, after all, you were on a schedule and you didn’t want to be-

“(Name)?”

...late.

All of a sudden, time didn’t seem to exist, or maybe it was moving way too slowly from that horrid spike of adrenaline that shot into your bloodstream as soon as the voice registered.

You hoped to the Archons that it wasn’t, that it couldn’t, but did the gods hear your prayers?

“Oh Archons, it is you! It’s been such a long time!”

Of course, they did, they just didn’t care to listen. Ignoring the cries of your people were in fashion to them these days.

They stood there with a smile so excited it almost seemed to tear their face in half, with eyes sparkling with recognition after so many years away from them, they opened their arms welcoming you into their embrace like it was something just so normal for the two of you like you would come bounding to them like a lost puppy who had finally found their master.

The fear of your abuser dwarfed in comparison the pure feral rage and loathing to think that they even deserved to be breathing in the same space as you.

People were looking, of course, they were looking, you knew what they were doing, being bright and jovial, bringing others attention towards you both so that whatever scene you caused would be your fault like you were the bad guy. It was old tactics, of course, you wouldn’t dare do anything when you were younger, you’d just push through it, but this wasn’t old times, this wasn’t younger you, scared, smaller you afraid them, this was you now, a warrior, unwavering in battle, a person who smiled in the face of danger, who laughed at the pitiful fights that 2- no- 4 abyss mages brought to you!

To hell what other people thought, you’d stomp their head into the cobblestone if they had so much as poked you.

“Come here and give me a-”

You took a step back, mustering the deadliest face you could, but you wavered, it was only natural, no matter how much you could try to hype yourself up, this person was your first true experience of real-life nightmares, the first person to bring you true pain, no matter how many ruin guards, hunters, millachurls, mages- anything you faced, nothing could prepare you to face your first fear:

The fear of your older sibling.

“If you fucking touch me I’ll stab you-” The growl cracked nearing the end, you were always an angry crier but you were not about to fall back to this- this monster. “In front of all these people, I won’t hesitate”

Their face dropped followed by your stomach, though, the food you had for lunch sure did feel its way up your gullet.

“What’s with your language? We haven’t seen each other in four years and this is how you treat me? Your older sibling?” They laughed in disbelief because onlookers would think they were shocked, I mean, how could you speak to family like that? But they didn’t know, they didn’t know the words they had told you, the insults, the threats, those tight grabs, those beatings- they didn’t know, so they obviously didn’t know that the shock came from the fact that you had stood up to them.

You licked your lips to get rid of the dryness, but the problem you faced was that your mouth had dried out along with them, as did your throat.

Don’t let them turn this on you, don’t let them get the upper hand, you were better than them, so much better.

“You’re not my fucking sibling” You spat, feeling the air vibrate around you, a sudden shine from your cloak hinted you to the cause “You haven’t been for a long time, don’t fucking try that shit with me”

There it was, that familiar enraged spark, that look of hatred on their face, the thing that warned you about what you said had been the right thing to set them off, that they were just as easily triggered by the smallest act of rebellion just like when you were kids.

Of course, they hadn’t changed.

Evil never did.

They took a step forward but you didn’t back off, just hardened your resolve as they leaned in menacingly, as though their stupid little intimidation tactic still worked after all these years.

You told yourself it didn’t but you knew deep down that wasn’t completely true.

“Don’t speak to me like that, (Name)” Facade gone, they showed you what they really were, what they were really like after all, “Don’t you ever speak to me like that, you show me fucking respect”

Respect?

RESPECT!?

Oh Archons, you were angry, no, seething from the thought that they ever deserved respect.

That pathetic piece of shit, that gruelling pleb, mere gum on the bottom of your damn shoe-

You’d kill them, right here, right now.

You felt the familiar materialisation begin to form in your hand when another voice called out, a familiar loving one that nearly made your throat swell from relief.

“(Name)?”

Diluc

He could sense the tension. Of course, he could sense the tension, Diluc had faced this tension so many times before, he was practically the one that owned such a vibe anytime Kaeya even breathed near him for a second longer than necessary.

But being the one to witness it, to see you, the usual awkward, goofy sweetheart stare at another with such overbearing malice made him uneasy, caused his stomach to churn in ways he didn’t like, set him off in a way that was only reserved for the most chilling on moments.

Diluc wondered what exactly this stranger had done to warrant such a reaction from you.

“(Name)?” The redhead called, glancing around the many citizens of Mondstadt that watched the exchange with intrigue, guard and worry, eyes focused on the scene of this foreign stranger and fuming you, hand poised by your side with weapon particles dancing on your palm.

When Diluc finally made it over, his form seemed to curl protectively around you, hand landing on the small of your back delicately while keeping face with the person, eyes narrowed dangerously but still holding an air of civilness.

A true gentleman, even when you were close to merking some rando.

“Is there a problem?”

The stranger straightened immediately, backing up a few steps with their hands up in defence, sending Diluc a charming smile that the man could see through crystal clear.

“No problem, no problem at all” They glanced back at you, seemingly friendly despite his partner’s obvious ill intent that radiated off you in waves “Isn’t that right, (Name)?”

Diluc saw you tense up once again, the buzz from your Vision rising in volume with your obvious anger as you tightened your first, ready to just screw your weapon and go for the throat.

“If that is the case” The noble’s hand softly pressed against your back, gently but coaxing, knowing that conflict in the middle of the town centre would just bring the knights to meddle in affairs that they had no business attending “Then we shall be going”

“There’s no need to leave, after all, my sibling and I were just chatting”

He paused, shouldering a questioning glance your way but at the sight of your unruly expression, he pushed down his enquiries and once again began coaxing you away from the scene. Angel’s Share had already been open for a while, meaning the usual folk would already be settled in, but the storage room was sure to be a good place to chat and to calm you down, all he needed to do was get you away.

“We already had plans” The side glance had the stranger- your sibling, biting their tongue, brows furrowing in a known annoyance as the two of you began your way towards the pub, you still vibrating in anger. “Good day to you”

The two of you had made it a few feet when they called out once again “Don’t worry, (Name), I’ll see you again real soon”

Diluc’s arm tightened around you faster than you could react, tugging you away quickly “Diluc-”

“No, (Name)”

“Stay out-”

“Not here” Sharing a look, he softened at the shine in your eyes. “You’ll just attract the knights' attention”

You didn’t care, no, not one bit. If the knights had dared to interfere at that moment, they too would have been caught up in your blinded revenge, thrown aside or slashed down without single care just to finally eradicate the bane of your existence and you didn’t care about what consequences you brought about, you just didn’t and you made sure to tell Diluc that, as soon as you had the privacy of Angel’s Share’s storeroom, pacing up and down while he stood off to the side against the wall, watching silently.

“You had no right to get in my way!” You snapped, voice shaking from the pure emotions you were releasing “I finally had my chance, I was finally going to do it! They deserve to end by my hand, by my decision, after the years of torture they put me through! They deserved it! And you got in my way! How could you get in my way! I-”

Pushing off the wall, he slowly advanced towards you, carefully, hands out like he was approaching a wounded animal.

“I understand you’re upset-”

“I’m not upset!” You cried at him, stopping mid-step before dropping your head and tightly, grabbing your hair in your hands “I’m not upset! I’m angry! I’m so fucking angry! And I deserve to be fucking angry! I-”

The sob ripped through your throat despite you trying to hold it back, tears finally gathering in your eyes and rapidly falling down your cheeks “You should have let me kill them! I should have had the chance to rid the world of their evil! It’s not fair! It’s not- it’s not fair, I-”

You didn’t bother to fight him when his arms finally wrapped around you, just fell against him as you wept. The pent up rage, fear and sadness from years of repression taking its toll as you cried, your partner whispering sweet words as he raked his hand through your hair gently and leaned his head against yours.

“I’m sorry” His hand held your cheek fondly, ruby red staring back into your own eyes with a softness that made you melt “I didn’t know this meant so much to you, but if you’re willing to tell me, I’ll listen. I’ll always listen”

With another choked sob, you leaned into his hold “Please just hold me for now”

And he did just that.

Kaeya

The captain had promised to meet you at his office, a simple task really but with the lingering presence of Jean and the words ‘There’s so much work that needs to be done’ leaving her lips he bolted, hoping to catch you by the Guild and drag you to Angel Share for your date. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to help her, it was just he had already promised you this night and Eula could have always taken his place with paperwork, her threat of “vengeance” as she liked to call it could wait for another day.

It was also due to the fact he had no intentions of filing any paperwork for as long as he could avoid it, but that was his secret to be kept.

Being the perspective man he was, he could tell straight away he had walked into something tense, surveying the surrounding people of Mondstadt who looked on in concern, the unbridled rage upon your face, the obviously intimidating lean that the stranger held over you- something was wrong and he knew he had to put a stop to it.

“(Name)?” You glanced for a single moment before your furious glare had returned to the stranger, another flag waving right in his face as he approached, “My dear? Who might this be?”

Before you could snap, lip curling in disgust, the stranger stood back to their full height, switching quickly with a fake charming smile that practically mirrored his own, holding out their hand towards him “(S/N) (Last), (Name)’s older sibling. it’s nice to meet you”

Kaeya’s smile widened and despite the glare from you that was now focused on him, he shook your sibling's hand in-kind “Kaeya Alberich, (Name)’s partner-”

He made sure to tighten his grip with his last words “And Cavalry Captain of the Knights of Favonius”

Successfully, as he always was, Kaeya held back the smug, mocking grin that itched to climb onto his face when the neck of your sibling bobbed nervously, forehead reflecting the afternoon light as sweat gathered on their brow.

The man hadn’t obviously threatened them, surely, Kaeya was smarter than that, but then again, he could still present himself as a threat, a good one and well, his title was a menacing one when it came to the right moment. ‘Try anything and not only do I have the authority to kick your arse but the power to put you in a place many didn’t dare even step’ shortened into an innocent sentence with only 8 words.

“Cavalry Captain? That’s quite impressive” They laughed off, tugging away their hand awkwardly when Kaeya continued to keep a firm grip, his present eye focused solely on your siblings face. They glanced over to you “Quite an achievement for you, aye (Name)?”

You growled, “I’ll show you an achievement-”

Kaeya’s arm had wrapped around your waist not a second later, tugging you tighter to his side as the two of you turned, the man throwing your sibling a smile over his shoulder.

“As nice as it was to meet you, (S/B), we must be going”

And then without another word Kaeya dragged you away, heading in the direction of your home instead of Angel Share tavern, feeling your pure, unfiltered anger the whole way along with the citizens as they parted ways, rushing off from your rage.

It was only when you had returned to the sanctuary of your abode did you snap, jerking away from your boyfriend with angered strides and beginning your seething lecture towards him, moving up and down through the living room while he ventured off into the kitchen, grabbing 2 glasses and a bottle of wine.

“How dare you Kaeya! How fucking dare you! Do you have any idea what you were doing back there!? What was even happening back there!? So much for being the most observant man in Mondstadt because you seemed pretty dense to me the whole fucking time!” Your hands raked through your hair as you yelled, trying so hard to hold back the tears “I didn’t need your damn help, Kaeya! Nor did I fucking want it! Know to stay out of someone's business when it isn’t wanted!”

Logically you knew what he had done, you were smart like that and you knew Kaeya long enough to know what he was doing but your rage, fear and sadness blocked out everything in that moment, made you blind to reality, made you only think irrationally and Kaeya didn’t blame you for that. He could never blame you for that.

Though, it did hurt him to see you in this state.

“Wine?”

You gawked at him for a moment, staring at him with shock and confusion as he held out a wine glass towards you, another held in his other hand and a sweet smile plastered on his face, before your moment morphed into rage, grabbing the drink from his hand and tossing it towards the wall, the red wine splattering over the wallpaper and glass shards falling to the floor.

“Well, that was a waste-”

“Do you think I’m an idiot, Kaeya!?” You cried, not even bothering to hold back anymore as the tears fell and your voice cracked, hand pointing accusingly in his face “Is this some kind of joke to you!? Huh!? Am I a fool in your eyes!? Some sort of blubbering idiot!? Why must you- why do you-”

The second glass was placed on the dresser by you both, Kaeya’s hand coming to hold your cheek fondly while the other came to grab your hand that dangled in the air, still poised at him “I don’t think you're either of those, my dear, in fact, I think you’re one of the brightest in the whole of Teyvat, nevermind Mondstadt”

You hiccuped “Then why-”

Brushing away the wetness from your cheek, he brought your hand to his mouth to place a fond kiss on your palm “Because you mustn’t cry, (Name), don’t waste your tears on someone like them”

“I’m not crying, I’m-”

He shushed you gently and you finally relaxed, falling into his embrace with a heavy heart “-I’m not, I swear-”

Within the familiarity of your home, you wept in his arms, exhausted from the whirlwind of emotions and the scenes that had transpired that day, ready to just curl into yourself and try to block the flooding memories of history. Although, having Kaeya at that moment helped more than he could ever know, having him to rely on made it all so much easier to cope with that day.

“Tell me what ails you and I’ll listen” Brushing back some hair, he pressed a kiss to your head.

“Can..can we just stay like this for a while?”

“Of course, my dear”

Zhongli

He had sensed the incoming danger like it had been revealed in some sort of premonition. Maybe it had been a skill he had acquired after his long, eventful life, maybe it was his connection to Liyue and his citizens, but for some reason, as he sat before Iron Tongue Tian as the man recalled his tales of ancient Liyue like usual, Zhongli knew that the crowd that was forming around Wamin Restaurant had something that he need urgently attend, especially when even Tian paused his story to glance around the corner of the restaurant building to see the commotion.

When the archon had finally borne witness to the scene, he paused within the crowd, surveying the surroundings carefully. You were the centre of attention, along with another stranger, both glaring at one another with anger and disgust, though your own anger seemed to double compared to the other’s, seeing as your weapon was slowly materialising in your grip. Zhongli could also see Guild Master Lan making her way down the steps leading to the Guild reception, a worried expression on her face glancing between you and the approaching Millelith.

Zhongli made his decision, politely pushing through the crowd until he had finally made it by your side, hand being placed gently on your arm “(Name)?”

Both you and the stranger glanced at him, but he paid no mind to them, only held eye contact with you when Lan appeared by your other side, glaring at the stranger with a hardened gaze.

“Are you harassing my guild member?”

Before the stranger could respond, the Millelith had also popped in, glancing between you and them “Is there a problem?”

Zhongli had taken up your view when Lan began her take, she had borne witness for much longer than he had of course and he was certain that you were in no state to talk to the guards. Your eyes were glazed with hatred, pupils pinpricks in a sea of (E/C) and your hands were shaking, balled into fists.

If anything, he needed to try and calm you down first.

“Get the hell out of my way, Zhongli” Your teeth ground together, words shaking with anger “Don’t push yourself into my business”

“I’m sorry, my love, but I can’t do that” He tried brushing your cheek but you jerked away, glaring at his hand before glaring back at him, in no mood to be coddled “I don’t want you to do something you’d regret”

“Trust me, I won’t regret this one bit”

Zhongli held his tongue for the question that almost rolled out, knowing now wasn’t the time for inquiries when the stranger’s voice rang out, condescending and snarky as they addressed you.

“Still need people to protect you, aye (Name)? Of course, you’re still the same pathetic bitch from years ago”

You were lucky for your reputation around Liyue, for the picture of the kind and caring adventurer that had swept through the town from your years of living here because had it not been for that, you pushing aside your boyfriend and materialising your weapon to aim it at your sibling’s throat would have had you in cuffs that instant.

Lan grabbed you, tugging you away as you screamed “I’ll show you pathetic you fucker! Let me go!”

The Millelith didn’t wait to drag your sibling away, much to their cries of dismay, one sending Lan a nod while you continued to fight against her, crying out in frustration.

“Kid, you have to calm down-”

“Calm down!? No! Get the hell off me!”

Zhongli watched as you finally broke away, huffing and puffing up a storm before glancing amongst the crowd, staring at their worried and concerned faces, your own eyes tearing up before you looked away pushing past the crowd to find somewhere to be alone.

When Lan went to call out for you, Zhongli raised his hand, the two sharing a look before the archon made his way after you, his longer legs keeping a steady pace to which he could catch up to you, just beyond the bridge that led into Liyue Harbour. There were no people where you stood, just the lush green plants and great mountains of nature, a perfect place for you to let out your frustration without the prying eyes of the citizens.

“(Name)-”

“Leave me alone!” You cried, curling into yourself with your back turned to him “I don’t want you here, Zhongli! Nor did I want you back there! I didn’t need your or anyone else's help!”

You knew he was here from a place of concern, and deep down you begged that your words didn’t harm him in any way, but currently, you didn’t care, you didn’t want to care, you just wanted to be numb, numb to the flashbacks of your horrid past and numb to the feelings that were dragged along with them.

“My love, please, return with me to our home, I will brew some calming tea-”

“Tea? Tea!? Does it look like I want any fucking tea?! I couldn’t care any less about some fucking tea, Zhongli!” Spinning around on your heels, you scowled at him, not bothering to hide your rushing tears “Don’t you get it!? I want to be left alone, I-”

Two gloved hands gently encased your face, your angered expression morphing into one of shock as your partner stared down at you with glowing eyes filled with a deep-rooted love, affection, worry and so much more that you couldn’t put into mere mortal words. At that moment, everything felt as if it had melted away, only you and him were in this world, nothing else, just the two of you.

And you felt as though your heart had been lifted from the pressures of this life.

“I do not think it is best for you to be left alone” His baritone voice was always so calming, so serene and in your sane moment, you finally felt its effects “I wish to stay with you, so please, let me stay”

With a whimper, you grabbed onto his forearms and leaned your face into his hands, tears continuing to fall as your eyes fluttered shut “Okay…”

“They have hurt you deeply, haven’t they?”

Hesitantly, you nodded.

“Would you be so kind as to tell me the details?”

“I-...” Sharing eye contact once again, you whispered “Can- can you just...hold me for now? Please”

Moving his hands from your face, he engulfed you in his arms, leaning his head against yours “Of course”

Childe

The Harbinger had just left the Northland Bank, hell, he was just about to make his way down the spiral staircase but when hearing the commotion, he paused, something in his gut telling him to check just before and he was glad he did.

Glancing over the elevated walkway, he felt a fiery pit roar in the depths of his stomach, eyes narrowing dangerously at the scene; you were snarling in some other person’s face, their own face nothing short of disgust and a crowd that only seemed to grow by the minute.

Who the hell did this person think they were? Did they even know who you were? To stand so close to you, with a look of threat on their face like you weren’t about to kick their arse? Like he wasn’t about to kick their arse? How did this insignificant speck of dross not know your connections with him, the 11th Harbinger? Or did he know and was just trying his luck?

“Seems like someone has a death wish” And a death wish they had indeed.

Ignoring the perplexed glance from his subordinate stationed outside the building's entrance, Childe made his way down the steps, murderous look stitched on the whole way to the circle of civilians, the mass parting ways for the man that was Tartaglia and continuing to watch the moment in silence.

“Who the hell are you-” You both turned towards him, you in shock while the stranger stared in confusion until Childe’s hand wrapped around their collar, tugging them closer to look down at them with a deep-rooted disgust “-And why the hell are you harassing my partner?”

They fought against him, obviously, they did, but the surprise came when you saddled up next to him, grabbing his arm “Stay out of this, Tartaglia”

What? It hadn't been your request, no, you were always one to finish your whole fights you weren't "A damsel in distress after all!" no, you were so much more, so much greater but that look on your face, murderous and downright cruel- he just couldn't believe his ears.

Childe stared at you in shock while the stranger struggled, throwing him a dirty look in their attempts “Yeah, this is between my sibling and I”

Childe straightened in surprise, feeling embarrassment flood his system. Had he seriously just grabbed and threatened his lover’s family member? Oh, Archons, his judgement had been clouded by anger at the look of the scene, I mean, why would your sibling look at you that way-

“But it’s really no surprise that you still need to be babied, (Name), how shameful”

His eyes widened but not a moment later had you tackled your sibling, the crowd crying out in alarm as you threw back your fist and crushed their nose under the weight of your punch. “I’ll show you fucking shameful, bastard!”

There was shouting and a glance showed the oncoming Millelith marching towards the circle.

Being Fatui always did garner the attention of the guards nowadays, especially for him, who had tried to lure out the attention of their Archon by summoning an ancient god that nearly drowned the entirety of the harbour, so it was no surprise that they seemed to hurry in the pursuit when they noticed his appearance at the scene. However, lucky for him, your reputation as a great adventurer preceded you and throughout Liyue you were seen as a trusted and well-liked individual, meaning whatever trouble you got in, containing his meddling or not, was usually waved away due to the trust of the people.

So, without another thought, Childe tugged you off of your bloodied sibling and held you close, even as you thrashed violently, shouting at him to let you go.

“What is going on here?” A guard called, slamming the hilt of his polearm into the ground as he surveyed the area, eyes landing on the sibling before following the small trail of blood to you, still fighting against your boyfriend with threats falling from your lips “Was there a reason for this brawl? Who started it?”

As your sibling raised themselves on their forearms, they scowled and opened their mouth to respond, only for Childe to put in. “It was them, sir, they were the one that started it, (Name) was merely acting in self-defence”

The Millelith scowled at him, raising a brow and once again looking you over “Is that so?”

He addressed the crowd soon after “Is this what happened?”

And as expected, they all glanced over the sibling, then to you and piped up in agreement. It paid to be a hero, it seemed, the whole harbour returning the favour of years of helping out the community.

“If that’s the case, please come with us” The sibling cried out, anger and fear laced into their voice, trying to argue for their innocence only for the guards to grab them, hauling them away to archons know where while Childe did the same with you, slowly dragging you away from the scene and back into the bank, you screaming and cursing the whole way until you had made it to his office, finally managing to push him off and storming to the opposite side of the room practically seething.

“Who the hell do you think you are, Tartaglia!?” You cried, throwing out your arms in exaggeration “I didn’t need your fucking help! And why the fuck would you pull me off them!? I had them right where I wanted them and you fucking did that! Are you a moron!?”

“You had a sibling” He breathed, watching as you began to pace, muttering in an angered state “And you didn’t tell me”

“-after all these years I finally had the chance to end their pathetic excuse of a life and you just got in my fucking way! I’d waited too long for this moment and you fucking ruined it! How dare you, how fucking dare you-”

“(Name), why didn’t you tell me you had a sibling!?” He cried, walking up to you and grabbing your wrist to stop you “I was ready to kill them right there! And why are you talking about them like this!? They’re your family aren’t they-”

“They are not my fucking family!”

The scream echoed through the room, chilling Childe to the core as you ripped your arm from his grasp, running your hands through your hair before gripping it so tightly it felt close to being ripped from your head. But you didn’t care, no, you couldn’t, you were so angry and you needed something to keep you grounded, to keep yourself from losing yourself and getting lost in those haunting past memories.

The Harbinger felt his chest squeeze painfully as the tears fell down your face, red rimming your eyes and cheeks wet as you sobbed, chest heaving from trying to breathe “Family takes care of you! Family thinks of you in the highest light possible! They love you for who you are and they love you no matter what! That bastard hurt me, made me feel worthless and they refuse to believe they could do no wrong and I hate them! They are the bane of my existence! They are not my fucking family! I hate them, I hate them, I hate them, I-”

Arms were around you instantly, Childe’s face pressed into your hair as you wept, grasping onto the lapels of his suit and shoving your face into his chest to muffle your cries.

“I’m sorry” He whispered, his own eyes shining slightly “I’m sorry, I was being insensitive. Please, don’t cry”

“No, I’m not crying, I promised myself I wouldn’t-” You hiccuped “I wouldn’t waste any more tears on them-”

Then you broke off into more wails, your boyfriend holding you close and letting you continue to cry in his arms, warm and comforting until you were finally reduced to whimpers, leaning into him heavily as the remaining adrenaline in your body began to wear thin when he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“Will...will you tell me about it?”

You sniffed “Later...just hold me for now, please, Ajax...”

His arms tightened protectively “Anything for you, my love”

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

calculated ii, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: You pride yourself in being cool, calm, and collected... and then Jeon Jungkook knocks you down a peg. Well, you’re still the head Calculus I TA. The noona. The responsible one. The one who would definitely not misunderstand a situation and then end up fucking in a stairwell... right?

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; intense smut (fem reader, semi-public sex, nipple play, tit slapping, fingering, wall fucking, dirty talk); jealousy; fluff; non-idol!AU - university!AU; dom!Jungkook x sub!noona!reader, ft instigator Jimin again, lol

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part i | part ii | part iii | part iv

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You weren't a jealous person by nature. 

Mostly because you had no tolerance for lying, dishonesty, or deceit. In the off chance an ex cheated on you, you dropped them like hot coal and moved on, easily, without so much as a text. Was that the best way to end a relationship? Definitely not, but you did it anyway. 

It got you a notorious reputation, to say the least. 

So, why, as you're collecting the latest Calculus I exam and students are rushing down the steps to run to their next class, were you absolutely fuming as you spy Jeon Jungkook, tongue between his teeth, talking to a girl who looked like she was going to pass out from arousal by being in his vicinity? Why was your blood boiling, knuckles turning white as you clutch the obscenely thick stack of paper, your only thought being, I'm going to fail this fucking punk ass bitch, just you fucking wait–

"Do you need help?"

You turned your head sharply, missing Jungkook's teasing gaze as Kim Namjoon held his hands out, giving you a sheepish smile. Namjoon was the head Calculus III TA, but he was helping out today since the other Calculus I TAs couldn't make it. 

"No."

Namjoon's smile faltered. 

"Last time I let you carry these, you dropped them all."

Namjoon laughed sheepishly. "Ahahaha, yeah that did happen, huh?"

You felt bad for snapping at him. It wasn't Namjoon's fault Jungkook was an asshole. It was not Namjoon's fault Jungkook was looking like a goddamn meal in his untucked black dress shirt, ripped black jeans and heavy black boots, his long dark hair half-pinned back with a wispy curtain of black partly obscuring the right side of his face. Not that you cared. At all. You two fucked one time. One, very hot, very intense, very wild time during Calculus I office hours in this very math department building, a few floors above, just last week.

Did you have dreams about it?

...

You shook your head roughly, breaking out of your thoughts. "Come on. Let's go get some coffee. I'll buy," you said, softening your tone this time, grabbing your bag as you hoisted the stack with one arm. You began to walk out, Namjoon following you with his extra-thick backpack.

"I can help you grade. I have some time before my next class."

You laughed. "You, Kim Namjoon, double Literature and Music major and head TA for Calculus III and Physics II, have time?" you teased, seeing his ears turn red. 

He chuckled awkwardly as you two made your way to the vending machines. "Okay, I don't have the most time, maybe an hour, but there's a key, right? I'd like to help," he added cheerfully. "Since you're carrying it all."

You smiled and stopped in front of the vending machine, struggling to grab your wallet from the back pocket of your black skinny jeans. Your hands kept getting caught in the long sleeves of your cream sweater. You frowned, trying to balance everything. 

"Need help?" Namjoon asked, seeing your brows furrow. He reached for the stack of exams, but you pulled them away from his grasp. 

"No, no, I just can't get my wallet. It's in my back pocket."

"... Uh, I could pa–"

"Namjoon, it's an ass. Just take it out. I won't call the police."

He gave you a hesitant look, but you jerked your head impatiently.

"Fucking do it. You're making it weirder," you muttered.

He shrugged and yanked your black bifold wallet out of your back pocket. 

"Whatchu want?" You looked into the lit-up shelves, scanning. "Get me a green tea."

Namjoon opened your wallet to grab some bills. He raised his eyebrows. 

"I use the same brand myself."

"What?"

You turned your head to see him snickering, pointing to the condom in your wallet. You rolled your eyes at his immature reaction. 

"People get laid; get over it," you remarked coolly, but you were smiling anyway because Namjoon had cute dimples that made you laugh too.

He fed some money into the machine. "You should change it out every once in a while, though. Body heat can cause the latex to break down over time."

"I put it in there last week," you said absentmindedly, watching the green tea and the hot coffee Namjoon ordered plunk down. He raised his eyebrows again, but you gave him a pointed look and turned around, presenting your jean-covered butt.

"Put it back."

"What if I need a condom? Can I have it?" Namjoon sniggered.

"Put it back before I kick your ass," you shot back, turning your head to glare at him. A blur of black rushed past in your peripheral vision. Your eyes flickered to the direction of the movement at the same time Namjoon jammed your wallet in your pocket.

You turned back around, cocking your head into the direction of the offices. Namjoon carried the drinks, laughing behind you. 

"That would have been weird if anyone was around," he remarked to the deserted hallway. 

You shrugged. "Who hangs around the math department besides nerds like you and me?" you muttered, somewhat bitterly.

"Touché."

-

"You said you needed a ride," you muttered, watching Park Jimin stretch his legs out. It was already completely dark outside. Jimin always practiced such long hours that you often wondered if he slept. Did he even know what sleep was? The fine arts building was empty besides you two. 

"I do!" Jimin protested, going into a split that made your own crotch hurt, at least mentally. "But I have to cool down first. It's important!"

You sighed and slid down to the floor as Jimin did his routine. He hummed along as you stared at the bright lights on the ceiling. Your backpack was in the car. You played with the pink bunny keychain on your keys as you waited. 

"How did Jungkook go?" Jimin teased, tone playful.

You scowled in response.

"Ouch, that bad huh?" Jimin's head popped into your vision as he bent over backwards. "Does he have a bent dick or something?"

You rolled your eyes. "He's fine," you mumbled. "Just an asshole."

Jimin sat down, placing the soles of his feet together and pressing on his knees. They went all the way to the floor. You winced as you watched, but he seemed fine. 

"What'd he do?" 

You twisted your mouth to one side. "Doesn't matter. Don't care."

Jimin looked up. He gave you that look mothers give their children when they know they're lying. You relented, grumbling.

"Flirting around right in front of my face."

Jimin blinked at you. "I thought you guys were just fucking?"

You looked away to the mirror of the dance studio. "... We are just fucking. Did, rather."

"Are you jealous?" Jimin gasped in disbelief, scooting over to you gleefully, forgetting about his cool down. "You are!"

"I am not, Jimin. Shut up."

Jimin giggled. "Wow, one fuck and you're in lo–"

You spun around sharply and clapped a hand over his mouth, glaring at him. Jimin's eyes widened at your sudden reaction, blinking at you. You climbed to your knees, towering over him.

"Shut up, Jimin."

"The fuck is going on?"

The clear, silvery voice thundered across the dance studio practice room. You froze, whipping your head around to see Jungkook, in all-black, his pretty features twisted in rage, glaring at you and Jimin on the hardwood floor.

Fight? 

Or flight?

You scrambled to your feet and ran. Straight up bolted, right past Jungkook, not hearing him shout at Jimin, completely forgetting you were supposed to take him home.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Jungkook roared, advancing, shoulders shaking. 

"Nothing," Jimin snapped, getting to his feet. "Just like you, apparently. Look how fucking fast she ran from you!"

Jungkook grabbed Jimin's collar, shaking him forcefully. "The fuck are you talking about?" he growled, nearly spitting in Jimin's face. "She doesn't even like me, you idiot."

"You're the idiot," Jimin spat back, shoving him hard in the chest. "She literally just admitted to liking you right in front of me!"

Jungkook froze. "W-what?"

"She just now told me she was jealous because you were chatting up other girls," Jimin hissed, looking at him disdainfully. "I would have never helped you if you were going to treat her like a piece of meat."

Jungkook's face fell, anger crumbling into sudden comprehension. "I-I didn't..."

He turned away from Jimin, dropping his car keys as he chased after you, steps much faster and lighter than your erratic stumbling though the fine arts building, nearly tripping on the stairs. You were running so fast that you were making yourself winded, chest so tight you couldn't even breathe. 

Jimin sighed and picked up the fallen car keys. 

Jungkook jumped over the stair rail, making you recoil and spin around, running back up the stairs. He took them two at a time, slamming a hand against the wall to cut you off. You turned the other way and he stopped you there too, so you ducked under, trying to run. His strong arms grabbed you by the waist and dragged you back, struggling for dear life, hands clawing at the air. 

"Stop, stop," Jungkook was panting, but you started squirming against him instead, flattening your torso to try to slide out. He forcefully grabbed your shoulders and shoved you into the wall. You hissed in pain, seeing stars from your lack of oxygen and panic. He held you there, wheezing, grip so strong it almost hurt, as if he was afraid you would run away again. 

You felt wetness on your face. You started, touching your cheek. Tears blurred your vision. Jungkook lifted his head, his long black hair tousled and wild from chasing you and, even now, he was handsome. Even now, he made your heart stop. 

And then you realized that he, too, was crying. 

"J-Jimin..." Jungkook gasped. "Asked me to d-drive him home..."

You sobbed, trying to blink your tears away. "M-me too..."

Jungkook chuckled wetly despite the situation. 

"Hah... that bastard..."

You tried to twist away, but Jungkook pushed you into the wall with his chest. 

"D-don't..."

And now you were really crying now, so pathetic, so dumb, so stupid you wanted to crawl into a hole and hide, hide your face and your feelings and pretend they didn't exist. 

"Don't..." 

Jungkook's deep voice vibrated your torso as you furiously wiped your face with the sleeves of your cream sweater, stuffing your eyes with the fluffy material, trying to press them away.

"Don't cry, noona... I can't take it..."

And then he was kissing you, soft kisses on your tears, dripping his own onto your cheeks, and then your lips were on his, so full, so nice, so right, your arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him closer. Everything way too fucking wet, but it didn't matter because his tongue was against yours and you were sucking on it, shivering, whimpering his name, trying not to be pitiful, but what were you supposed to do when he made you feel this way, like you wanted to die in his arms right now? 

He whispered your name too, so softly, so desperately that you thought it was just a dream, but he had you against the wall, hands sliding up your sweater, onto your skin, so warm, stroking it and pressing his fingers into your waist, so familiar, teeth nipping at your lower lip.

"J-Jungkook..." you choked out. "We're in the middle of the stairway in the fucking f-fine arts building..."

"Don't care," he murmured, unhooking your bra, his dark hair brushing against your face. You gasped as his palms covered your already hard nipples, his moan against your lips. "Have to remind you you're mine."

He kissed your face again, massaging your breasts, resting his cheek against yours, letting you feel his smile. You closed your eyes, trying to even your breathing.

"Hah... I'm so ugly right now," you mumbled, cursing your weakness, frustrated that only a single meeting with Jeon Jungkook could turn you into this. You didn't believe in stars aligning or any of that romantic bullshit. But the instant Jeon Jungkook pressed his body against yours, you fucking knew. You absolutely knew there was no other body for you, no other body you wanted to dream about, no other person you wanted to touch, no one else you wanted but Jeon Jungkook to force you to your knees and make you look at him, pulling on your nipples, whines leaving your throat as he yanked on them, your own hands pushing your sweater and bra up so he could stare at your body and watch how he ruined you, turning your nipples pink with abuse.

Were you crazy? Probably. 

Jungkook spread his legs, leaning down, dark hair half-obscuring his face, lips parting.

"So beautiful, noona..." he breathed, swallowing hard. "You're the only one for me."

You scoffed at his words, hastily wiping your eyes. He pulled at your nipples hard, twisting them and making you yelp in pain. 

"Look at me when I speak to you," Jungkook commanded, raw and deep. Voice strained from crying, but his eyes remained dark, flint-like, shaded by his long hair. His eyes traveled down your body, to your knees against the floor, to your nipples straining in his fingertips, to your shaking hands holding up your sweater, to your face, your icy glare rippling through your drying tears. He drew in a long breath, making you wait for him. 

"There is no one else," he growled firmly above you, staring into your eyes, right at your soul. "Absolutely no one. I don't care if they're ripping off their clothes and throwing themselves at me, I will always pick you over them. I will always want you over them. I will always, always desire you under me above all others."

You chuckled darkly, feeling his grip tighten. 

"We fucked once, Jungkook. Once," you muttered bitterly. He pinched your nipples sharply and you sucked in a breath, wetness pooling in your panties. 

"Once is enough," he replied firmly. "Once is enough to know there is no other human being on Earth for me."

Maybe you were both crazy. 

He yanked your nipples harder this time. Your body jerked in pain, pressing your thighs together to get some relief. 

"Get up."

You got up shakily, with his gentle pulls in your nipples, wincing. Jungkook removed his hands and you sighed in relief, only to be silenced as he pushed up the sleeves of his black dress shirt, breathless as you saw his shapely forearms, the right covered in tattoos. He pressed his right forearm against your collarbone and you released your sweater as he held it up.

"Hands on the arm."

You placed your hands on his forearm, one on his wrist and the other just under his elbow. 

"Look at me."

Your eyes flickered up at him. Part of his hair covered his right eye. The rest of his forehead was exposed, brows furrowed, brown eyes intensely on you. His chiseled jaw clenched, lips so pink and pretty you wanted them on you. Your chest was completely exposed, your red nipples hard and poking out in the cold air. 

Then he slapped your tits with his own palm. 

You gasped sharply, skin stinging, nails digging into his skin. The sound rang in the empty staircase. Your knees shook, panties wetter than before. 

"Who is he?"

You swallowed, blinking rapidly. Your nipples prickled with pain but all you could think about was wanting more. "Who?" you croaked.

He smacked you again, right on the other nipple, and you bit your tongue, head pushing into the wall behind you, hissing. Fuck. He wasn't hitting you very hard, but he had a huge palm, expanding the surface area of the sting.

"The guy who touched your ass without my permission," Jungkook snarled, flicking your nipple hard. 

Your eyelids fluttered, knees buckling. Fuck. So good. You clutched into Jungkook's arm, panting. His arm was like iron, unmoving. 

"Namjoon?" you replied, confused. "H-he was just getting my wallet."

Jungkook narrowed his eyes. Then he raised an eyebrow and his hand, slowly spanking your tits, making sure to hit your swollen, aching nipples each time, getting you wetter and wetter with each slap. 

"He wants to fuck you," Jungkook hissed into your face. 

You were moaning far too loud, rubbing your knees together, your soaked panties bunching up in your jeans as Jungkook continued, his nails gazing your flesh, leaving red marks and pink skin in his wake. 

"B-but I don't want to fuck h-him..." you managed to get out in between your moans.

Jungkook pressed his palm flat against one of your breasts and rubbed hard. Your eyes rolled back in your head, nipple throbbing with pain as he forced it around and around. 

"Really?" he sneered, putting his face close to yours as he released your breast and moved to the other, placing his nail on it, scratching lightly. Your hips bucked and a desperate whimper fell from your lips. "Who do you want to fuck then?"

Your eyes locked with his, his impossibly dark, reigning eyes. 

"Only you."

He pinched your nipple, hard. You wailed, almost falling, but he held you firm. 

"Say my name."

So deep. So in control. 

"Only you, Jungkook."

He dropped his right arm and roughly pinched both your nipples, silencing your scream with a suffocating kiss, his clothed chest ramming into your torso. You groaned into his mouth as the rough fabric of his dress shirt touched your sensitive nipples, whimpering as he removed his hands to hold yours. Held them tight as he shoved his tongue into your mouth, thrusting into it, fucking it as if it was his cock. You took it all, fingers intertwining with his, whole body shivering. 

He pulled your hands up to his chest, breaking apart for a second. 

"Take it off," he panted impatiently. "Need your skin on mine."

You fumbled with the tiny buttons, far too small with how hazy your head was right now. You were rapidly losing your temper, finally just shoving your fingers into the placket and ripping it apart, causing the black buttons to fling everywhere. You pushed the sides of the dress shirt aside, sucking in a breath seeing his toned chest and abs, wrapping your arms around his waist and pulling him to you, pressing his hot skin against yours, moaning as your abused nipples touched his chest. Jungkook was chuckling, looking at the fallen buttons.

“Are you going to pick those up later?” he asked, amused.

“No,” you snapped.

“Someone will know.”

“You obviously don’t care.”

Jungkook laughed, rumbling and sexy and so very wonderful. “I most certainly do not.”

He let you press your cheek against his collarbones, hands splayed on his back. Tracing his muscles, chest heaving from too many emotions and too much running. You ran your nails down his back. His breathing hitched and he placed a large hand on your head.

“Were you jealous?” he purred, petting your hair. “Because I was talking to that girl after class? Is that why you ran off with that Namjoon guy? To make me jealous too?”

“No,” was your haughty, tight reply.

He hummed. “Really?”

His hand slid down, down your shoulder and to your bare skin. He dug his nails into the small of your back, raking them up. You whimpered, clinging to him tighter. His head dipped low against your ear, voice dropping several octaves.

“Because I was very, very jealous,” Jungkook growled, teeth snapping, every word rousing your lust. “All I could think about all day was how to punish you. My beautiful, slutty noona.”

You sunk your nails into his back, snarling right back.

“It’s your own fault for being so fucking hot that every single person who encounters you has a full-blown orgasm every time they see you, you punk ass bitch.”

You didn’t have to see his face to know he was grinning. “You didn’t. You told me to leave.”

“You didn’t know what was going on in my pants,” you shot back.

“I found out, didn’t I?”

Was it possible to want to choke someone while also wanting to be choked by them? Because that’s how you felt right now, listening to Jeon Jungkook’s stupid, sexy, smug voice in your ear.

“Shut up.”

You felt Jungkook’s body stiffen. Slowly, slowly, he backed up, out of your grasp, his hands leaving your back. You frowned, narrowing your eyes. There was a darkness in his, glaring down at you through his lashes. His lips were slightly parted, no longer smiling. You didn’t waver. His hand came up and took your chin, grip tightening into your cheeks until it was uncomfortable, tipping your head back into the wall. Lips hovering over yours, so close that he could kiss you, but he wasn’t doing it.

“Okay.”

The affirmation made your blood run cold with his unforgiving tone. He placed his lips on yours, but instead of kissing you, he breathed into your mouth, a hot, erotic stream right into the back of your throat, forcing yours back, making you inhale him. You moaned softly, but he retreated just as fast, hooking one arm around you, arching your back forcefully.

“J-Jungkook, what–”

Then he latched his lips onto one of your nipples, flicking it with his tongue, his hand around you rubbing the other as the other gripped the button of your jeans, popping it open. You cried out, hitting your head on the wall, bruising yourself as he yanked the zipper down, shoving his hand under your panties into your tight-jeans. Your nipples for far too sensitive to take more pain and yet Jungkook gave it to you, sucking and rubbing them simultaneously as he shoved one, two fingers into your slopping wet pussy, your moans echoing in the stairway as you stared up, head throbbing. Shocks of pain and pleasure traveled throughout your body, and still he shoved a third finger into you. Your body jerked, trying to spread your legs to accommodate him but your jeans were too tight and he was fucking you too hard, each thrust raising you to your tiptoes. He didn’t even have to stimulate your nipples anymore – they were just rubbing against his teeth and hand by the sheer force of him fingering you.

“A-ah, J-Jungkook, please…” you groaned, grinding into his hand, biting your lower lip hard to try and be a little quieter. “P-please, it’s t-too much...”

His eyes flickered up to you, glaring. You told me to shut up, they said.

“I’m s-sorry…” you panted out, gritting your teeth. “P-please…”

Jungkook detached his mouth, curling his lip. Hand leaving your nipple, tangling into your hair. “Are you really sorry, noona?” he drawled, yanking your head back and exposing your neck. “Are you?”

You whimpered, nodding tightly, his hand still in your hair, forcing you to tug on your own.

“Y-yes, Jungkook,” you breathed, feeling him release your hair. “I’m sorry…”

He smiled at you, an icy smile.

“That’s good.”

You felt him yank your pants down with his free hand, shoving them down to your knees. You almost tripped, but Jungkook grabbed your ass, fingertips digging into you so hard you were sure they would leave marks. He yanked you up, shoving a knee between yours and forcing your legs open. Your eyes went wide, his three fingers flexing inside you. His dark eyes boring into yours, a slow smirk forming on his lips.

“I’m still going to put another finger in you.”

He shoved a fourth into you, forcefully, and now nearly his entire hand was fucking you, pounding you into the wall. Your arms flew up to wrap around his shoulders, desperately holding on as he filled you, pushing his fingers against your walls. You gasped, clenching around his fingers, and Jungkook grinned, watching your face as he pushed you to the edge, feeling so stretched out, so embarrassingly wet that the sounds of your pussy were louder than your noises.

“Fuck, your pussy sounds so sexy,” Jungkook groaned. “Listen to that dirty pussy suck in my fingers, so fucking desperate for my cock.”

You shoved your head against the wall and squeezed your eyes shut, legs straining as you came, muscles spasming and the moan of his name racking through you, your throat already hoarse. He ripped his hand out of you and slapped your clit. Your knees buckled and you whined loudly as he gripped your ass with one wet and one dry hand, spreading it forcefully, pressing you against the wall.

“Take one leg out of your jeans,” Jungkook snarled.

You winced, pussy throbbing, giving him a what-the-fuck look.

“Do it.” He was not going to repeat himself.

You awkwardly kicked one of your sneakers off, untangling your right leg out of your pants. Now you were mostly naked in the fucking stairway with an almost shirtless Jungkook towering over you. Your poor sock fluttered to the floor, lost due to the tight ankle of your skinny jeans.

Jungkook grabbed your calf and pushed it up and out, effectively forcing you to stand on one leg.

“Jungkook, what–”

He hissed, staring at your glistening, puffy, red pussy lips, your hole opening and closing from the aftershocks of your orgasm.

“Fuck,” he muttered. “Fuck.”

Jungkook leaned you back into the wall, snaking his hand between your legs, moaning with you as he touched your swollen clit. Slow, languid, deliberate, rubbing your clit in circles, melting you, your eyelids fluttering closed at his sudden sweet movements.

“Wanna fuck you just like this,” Jungkook breathed, inhaling your scent. “Just like this, against the wall, in this fucking stairway, your leg around my waist.” He pressed harder, earning a wretched whimper. “Want someone to find us and see you bouncing on my cock, fucked out and screaming my name.”

Your legs trembled, trying to close, but he held them open, teasing you, drawing your next orgasm out of you, slow this time, building you into a frenzy.

“Just do it,” you gasped. “Just fucking do it.”

“I want to,” he hissed back, rubbing faster. “I didn’t bring a fucking condom.”

You chuckled despite yourself, hips shuddering into his hand. “Didn’t think you were going to fuck Jimin or something?”

Jungkook narrowed his eyes at you and pinched your clit. Instantly you yelped, your standing knee buckling, but his own slammed against yours, locking it in place. You gasped at the pain, your pussy clenching around nothing as he furiously rubbed your clit. Your insides curled and you gulped for air, feeling the pain and pleasure rise into a crescendo.

“What if I stop, noona?” Jungkook barked sharply. “Since you’re being such a fucking brat.”

You clenched your jaw, trying to push back your own orgasm, relishing in his anger.

“I have a condom,” you panted, giving him an open-mouthed smirk. “Keep one in my wallet now, j-just for you, Jungkook.”

You saw something in his eyes change, something between an amused sparkle and an agonizing lust.

“Is that so?” Jungkook purred, bringing his face close to yours. His breath lit your skin on fire, the tense knot closing in on you fast as he rubbed you even faster, so fast that it felt like a vibrator on your aching clit. “So, you can always be prepared for me? So, I can take you wherever, whenever I want?”

You bit your lip, nodding, eyes glazing over as the first wave crashed on you.

“Fuck yeeeeees, Jungkook, whatever you fucking want,” you moaned, back arching, legs shuddering, letting him rub you as your hips jerked. Viscous liquid dripping down your thighs, pussy pulsating wetly, hands flat against the wall. He was going to be the death of you, making you agree to such crazy things in the middle of your fucking orgasm.

Jungkook let go of your leg. You leaned against the wall, trying to catch your breath, pretty sure all this was going to get you expelled. Even if there was no one in the building, someone down the street probably heard you by now with how loud this was becoming. You heard rustling under you, Jungkook going through your pockets on the floor to find your wallet, pulling out the condom.

“You’re actually insane,” you panted, blinking slowly as you watched Jungkook unzip his jeans, shoving them down. “I can’t even stand.”

Fuck, even just him pulling out his half-hard cock was already getting you wet again. Jungkook smirked at you, seeing your eyes on him. He stroked the length slowly, running his large hand over it. You frowned at him, tapping your hand against the wall in annoyance.

“I’m giving you a break,” he murmured, staring at your body as he gripped his cock, pumping once. He gasped, breathing your name.

“At least let me touch it,” you pouted, not even sure how you were still upright. Just pure lust, apparently.

Jungkook looked at you through his lashes, lips parting, tongue darting between them. He thrust his hips into his hand. You stiffened, seeing his wanton, arrogant expression. He wasn’t going to let you touch it. He was going to make you watch, frustrated, as he stroked himself to full hardness.

“Jungkook…”

He cocked an eyebrow at you, rolling his body into his hand, moaning softly.

“Jungkook, please…”

His tongue danced between his lips, moving his hand up and down slowly, rocking his hips into his cock, enjoying your pleading tone, your hands clenching into fists, your body heaving at the loss of him.

“Jungkook, come on,” you whined, spreading your legs, watching the angry red head disappear and reappear in the curve of his fingers. “I want you. Please.”

He took a step towards you, still stroking himself. “Yeah?” he breathed. Another step. And another. He still didn’t tell you that you could touch him yet, so you kept your hands at your sides, switching between his dark, lustful eyes and his rapidly hardening cock thrusting into his hand. “You want me, noona? You want to touch my cock?”

And now Jungkook was right next to you, still jacking himself off, the velvety, thick head rubbing against the smooth skin of your thigh. You moaned as you felt his pre-cum smearing onto your skin, adding to his lubrication.

“Y-yes,” you whispered, eyes glued to his cock rubbing against your fucking leg. Fuck, you wanted it in your mouth so bad. “Let me touch you, Jungkook.”

He leaned forward, lips brushing against your ear, his dark locks brushing against your cheek. His voice was a deep drawl, low and teasing, breath hot against your skin.

“Tell you what,” Jungkook purred. “I’ll let you put the condom on.” You whimpered, disappointed. “And then I’ll fuck you against this wall, nice and hard and fast, not stopping until I cum because of that delicious, sweet, tight pussy of yours.”

If you had any sanity left, it rapidly disappeared as you nodded hastily, wordlessly holding out your hands as Jungkook dropped the condom in your palm. He calmly removed his hand, his thick, fully hard cock erect as you slid the condom down, moaning as you felt the traces of his veins and muscle pulsing under your hands. Once you were done, Jungkook pushed your hands away, not giving you a chance to disobey him.

You pouted. “You’re a jerk.”

He grinned at you, lifting your leg and pinning it to your chest. “And you’re about to get fucked.”

In less than a second, Jungkook thrust his hips up and into you, tearing a gasp from your throat as he rapidly entered you, peeling apart your soaking, abused walls. You bit your tongue, grabbing his dress shirt as he rolled his hips into you again, groaning as he felt you clench around him.

“That’s it, noona,” he exhaled, slamming his hips into you. “You better fucking hold me tight. If I slip out, that’s all the fucking you’ll get from me.”

You whined, feeling him start a bruising pace, hands clamped onto your ass. Whether he was lying or not didn’t matter because you were squeezing your pussy for dear life, crying out as he thrust into you over and over, so full and overstimulated you didn’t know whether to focus on your aching, raw pussy or his cock periodically throbbing inside you, swelling against your walls.

You hooked your leg around his waist, changing the angle, instantly feeling him ram his cock into a deeper, more pleasurable spot. You tipped your head back, eyes rolling up into your head as your mouth opened, tongue sliding out. He pounded you relentlessly, your shoulder blades smacking the wall. Your swollen clit rubbed against the base of his cock repeatedly. Your body was going to ache all over tomorrow, but you still rose your hips to meet his, so drunk on the feeling of his cock stretching you out that nothing else mattered. You came suddenly, wailing Jungkook’s name, pussy spasming and squeezing him but he set his jaw and fucked you even harder, using every ounce of his energy to keep his own orgasm at bay.

“Who owns this body, noona?” he ground out. “Tell me, who owns this fucking body?”

You had to claw for your words, throat so strained your voice was thin. “Y-you do, Jungkook, oh fuck, oh fuck…”

“That’s fucking right,” he growled. “If you cum, it’s for me and only me. No. One. Else.” He punctuated each word by slapping his hips into you, sliding you up into the wall so gravity crashed you back down onto his cock. You moaned, helpless, as he hissed, shoving his face into your tits to moan hotly into your chest as he came, violent, thick jerks of his cock shuddering into you. Quickly, he gripped your hips and pulled up, hissing as half of his cock slid out, cum leaking out of the bottom of the condom and splatting onto the floor.

“Fuck,” he gasped. “Fuck.”

You could barely register anything as he hoisted you onto his shoulder, cursing loudly. Jungkook leaned against the wall with one shoulder, panting, the other half-carrying you, arm wrapped around your waist. The only thing that brought you back to reality was the fact that your bare ass was in the air and your pants were hanging off one leg.

“Jungkook,” you croaked. “Let me down.”

He lowered you, still leaning against the wall, trying to catch his breath. His hair covered almost his whole face, sweaty and glistening. He wiped some sweat off his chin with the back of his hand, flicking it away carelessly.

You pressed your back flat against the wall, using at as leverage to pull your pants back up, wincing at the now familiar cold feeling of your soaked panties meeting your abused pussy. You crouched to collect your sock and your shoe, wincing as pain radiated up your back.

Jungkook chuckled, watching you struggle with your sneaker. “Want help?”

You grunted, shoving it on. “Can we stop fucking in random ass places at school?”

“You said I could fuck you wherever I want, whenever I want,” he teased, giving you an open-mouthed smirk.

You readjusted your bra, putting it back on. You found the two bits of condom wrapping, shoving it in your pocket. “I did, but I want to see you fully naked for once, you punk.”

Jungkook laughed, rich and full. “I support this idea if you’re also fully naked.”

You made a face as you got up, trying to keep your steps steady so you didn’t seem like a drunk idiot. Or someone who just got railed by Jeon Jungkook.

“Give me the condom.”

Jungkook raised an eyebrow. “I was going to drop it here. Mark my territory.”

You narrowed your eyes at him and took it from him as he extended his hand out. “Your buttons did that for you already,” you remarked, tying it up.

He smirked, zipping up his jeans. “You owe me a new shirt.”

“And you owe me new panties, again,” you shot back. “Where are my replacements?”

He shrugged, running a hand through his hair to push it back. Fuck. Open shirt, half-exposed forehead, smug-as-fuck Jungkook got you wet just by looking at him.

“Guess we should go shopping sometime.”

He smiled slyly, patting his pockets. His expression abruptly changed to confusion. He pulled out his wallet and phone, frowning. “Where are my car keys?” He furrowed his brow, looking at his phone. You found your keys and wallet still with you, surprised that they didn’t fall out of your pants. You phone was in your backpack, still in your car. He swiped at his phone, reading his messages.

Jungkook groaned. “I dropped them and Jimin took my car. Bastard.”

Fuck, his fucking deliciously toned and tan chest was distracting you. “I still have my keys,” you muttered, staring at his abs. Suddenly you started, realizing he was advancing on you.

“Oh?” Jungkook purred, opening his shirt wider. The fabric tumbled off his right shoulder, exposing his tattoos. His long dark hair covered part of his right eye, brown orbs glimmering with mischief.

“Wanna take me home, noona?”

Welp.

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part iii

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masterpost

[starilicious]

ishq wala love (echo x gn!reader)

》 summary: reader comforts an insecure echo after the end of tbb episode 4 "cornered" about having mechanical parts as part of his body.

》 word count: ~2.2k

click here to read on AO3

》 warnings: slight sensory overload, mild panic attack (i think it could be classified as relatively vague in regards to the description), insecure echo about his body, a teensy bit of in universe swearing, lots of flufffff and a dash of angst here and there, no use of y/n [if i should add more warnings, please let me know!]

》 spoilers: extremely mild ones from tbb episode 4 "cornered"

》 a/n: hello! this is my first tbb fic, so i really hope i do the show, the characters, and the fandom justice hehe ^_^ over the past few days, i've become obsessed with tbb fics, particularly the echo x reader ones bc my GOODNESS this man is such a soft bean who deserves all the love in the galaxy. as a result, please enjoy this sleep-deprived frenzy of a fic that i wrote at 1 am and let me know your thoughts! :)

》 misc. notes:

• title of the fic is from the hindi song "ishq wala love" from the film student of the year. i've linked the song (in blue) with some pretty good english translations in case you would like to take a listen, but it isn't necessary for the fic–i just thought it fit well!

• i kind of got way too invested in building up the environment at the beginning, so apologies if it seems like a slow start! i just had to indulge in having the other characters there too <3

• please ignore the inaccuracies of the havoc marauder. i don't really know what the ship looks like, especially the living quarters, so i unintentionally ended up using the ghost from swr to guide my writing for that part.

• what the reader says at the end about the word in love in her native language is true. the language i'm referring to here is hindi, and we have several different words for love. in my very humble opinion, i think it’s one of the many characteristics of the language that makes hindi so sweet-sounding and poetic :)

• THANK YOU FOR 100 NOTES OMG AHHH YOU ALL ARE TRULY AMAZING 😭<333 (7/1/2021)

After Tech piloted the Bad Batch away from Pantora and safely entered hyperspace, you all decided to turn in to get some rest–or at least attempt to. With the bounty hunter scare, you and the boys figured it would be best to discuss what to do tomorrow morning, for Omega’s sake.

You tucked Omega in with her doll and offered her a comforting smile. “Don’t worry ‘Meg,” you said softly, running a gentle hand through her cropped blonde hair. “You’ll be safe, I promise. You’re stuck with us for life.”

Omega smiled sleepily at your teasing and held her arms out for a hug, one which you gladly indulge. “Sweet dreams, love,” you murmur as you let go. You shut off the lamp in her makeshift room and closed the curtains as you climbed down the ladder.

You turned around to find Hunter looking at you from his seat in front of the blinking controls. You raised an eyebrow as you plopped down in front of him unceremoniously, the exhaustion of the action-packed day catching up to you.

"You're good with her," he murmured as you both glanced at the light beige divider and you shrugged in response.

"Just looking out for her. Besides, you're not so bad yourself. She mimics your every move," you grinned. Hunter chuckled fondly as he recalled the memory where they were all stuck in the Kaminoan prison cell and Omega copied his every gesture.

The two of you lapsed in a comfortable silence as you mulled over the day's events, the hum of the ship thrumming beneath your feet.

"We'll be okay. It's tiring and difficult and none of us know how to raise a child, but we'll be okay," you said, breaking the quiet with optimism. You placed a hand on Hunter's shoulder and smiled. "Crosshair will be okay too. Have faith."

Hunter sighed but nodded in agreement as he put his hand over yours. "Goodnight," he said as he stood up, stretching his muscles.

"Sleep well."

You sat at the small table for a few more minutes to think before standing up yourself. You quickly checked in on Tech in the cockpit since he was on watch, and he immediately shooed you away, insisting you get some sleep. You had a feeling he only did so to optimize the ship in peace without distractions.

Nevertheless, you obliged and left him alone. Walking to the back of the ship, you completed your rounds. Wrecker was snoring loudly and you stifled a laugh. At least he was sleeping well–it was all you could ask for really. But frankly, you had no idea how Crosshair was ever able to sleep through it. Thinking about him and seeing his empty bunk made your heart pang in loss, but you were as determined as the rest of them to somehow bring him back. You had to.

You opened the door to Hunter and Tech’s shared room to find Hunter already sleeping soundly and you quickly left. With his enhanced senses, he was already a light sleeper, and compounded with his responsibilities as a leader, he rarely got any rest. You worried for him.

Last stop was your and Echo's room. You stepped in to find the light still on. Echo was sitting on the floor in front of your bunk, staring at the ground.

"Hey there handsome," you joked lightly in an attempt to get his attention and mask your unease. Echo usually only came near your bunk when something was wrong and after everything that happened today, it was safe to say you were concerned.

Echo didn't respond. Did he hear me? You make your way over to your lover and sit down in front of him. You place your hands on top of his.

"Echo, honey?" You said softly and finally finally he looked up at you. Your heart dropped into your stomach.

"Oh, darling," you breathed and you moved to his side to envelop him into a hug, his head resting comfortably in the crook of your neck. You didn’t say anything more–you saw the deep pain swirling in his eyes, the grief, the loss. The anger. You let Echo take the lead; you knew how difficult it was to wrangle raging thoughts and muster them into words.

You didn’t know how much time passed of you two sitting on the floor, breathing each other in before Echo spoke.

“Today… when we went on the supply run, I was dressed as a droid.”

You bit your lip, knowing exactly where this was going. But you didn’t interrupt, letting him continue. Your thumb rubbed absentmindedly on his arm as you listened.

“That vendor we were talking to wouldn't take what we had. And then he saw me,” Echo took a deep breath. You stayed quiet, holding his hand in a manner that you hoped soothed his anxieties at least a little bit.

“Hunter sold me as a droid to him. I-I know he doesn’t see me as a droid. I know that. But–” Echo’s voice cracked. He cleared his throat of the emotion building up. Echo didn’t know how to express what he wanted to say. He didn’t even want to speak it aloud–that would make it feel too real. And Echo severely doubted he could handle the heartbreak. Can I do this?

“Cyar’ika,” he murmured and you hummed in response. Echo pulled away from you, his hand still in yours. Now or never. “I need you to be completely, absolutely, 100% honest with me,” he whispered. Echo steeled his expression, doing his best to hide how terrified he truly was.

You nodded because of course you would be. When were you not?

But the way Echo gazed at you threw you off. Something was wrong, very wrong. You were almost scared of what he would say next, but you made a gesture for him to say what was on his mind. Clearly, this was important.

“Do you really want to be with me when I’m just–” Echo struggled with the last few words and you strained to pick them up with how they caught in his throat. “–a pathetic, disgusting, hybrid machine?” It’s out, I said it. I said it. Echo felt like he couldn’t breathe, the pressure on his chest too much, too much. He stared down at the floor, face flooded with shame.

You stared at him in blatant disbelief, eyebrows furrowed and mouth open from a shocked laugh. No no no Echo. You’re nothing of the sort. You didn’t move. Echo’s breath hitched as he looked back up at you, broken and open and raw.

“Don’t lie, please don’t lie to me. I know there's no way you could ever love me when I… when I look like this,” Echo whispered, but he may as well have shouted with the way the blood was rushing through your ears.

And then something in you snapped.

You removed your hands from his and placed them on his cheeks, pulling him in until your foreheads were touching. “Echo, you need to listen to me,” you instructed and heaved a breath as you tried to sort your own rushing thoughts into articulated words. But the effort was futile as your careful speech turned into a haphazard and passionate stream of consciousness.

His eyes glistened with unshed tears and your heart broke into pieces. Echo gave you all of his attention. What are you going to say? He didn’t want you to agree, but he would understand if you did. Echo felt disgusted with himself. The walls were closing in on him. Breathing was getting harder.

“You are the best damn thing that has ever happened to me. I don’t give one flying banthashit about any of your mechanical parts. If anyone ever says anything about them, they’re di’kuts and you can send them my way because I will not hesitate to punch some sense into them,” you spat with pure determination, not even noticing the Mando’a slip. After being surrounded by clones for so long, you absorbed bits and pieces of the language. You didn’t even register how Echo picked up on the word, much too focused on getting your point across. You were a person on a mission and nothing would stand in your way.

The knot in Echo’s stomach was loosening a bit, the storm in his mind beginning to break. The walls were a bit farther from him. He wasn’t drowning in his own presence anymore.

“Because you know what? You’re still my Echo. You’re a man, my dear. Not a machine. You never were, and never will be. These parts?” you gestured to his scomp link, his legs, the cybernetic implant in his head. “They mean nothing. Absolutely nothing. Don’t focus on them.”

You smiled sadly as you rubbed your thumbs gently on his cheeks. “I fell in love with you, Echo, not your body. I love the way you make me laugh, the way you comfort me, the way you cry with me. As much as I kriffing hate that you have been through so much pain because of those damned Separatists, I’m grateful for the fact that I’m in love with a man who would do anything for his family, for his brothers.”

A tear slipped down your cheek as you remembered Fives coming back home from the Citadel but no Echo in sight. You would never admit it to anyone, but you swore a piece of you had died that day.

Echo felt like he was going to cry. The pressure that had been building up in his chest was releasing. He could breathe again, slowly, slowly. His only focus was you, was your words. The artificial lights didn’t seem to be as glaring now. They were softer, calmer.

“Echo, my love, even through it all, you not only survived, but you came out on top, victorious,” you paused, briefly overcome with how much love and gratitude you had for this wonderful man. “You came back to me, Echo, and you’re as handsome as ever. I have never stopped loving you, and never will. Don’t you ever forget that darling.”

Echo drew in a shaky breath. The harsh cold of the floor grates was biting into his skin, but he didn’t care. It grounded him as much as your warm touch on his face. He could breathe again. My cyar’ika.

Your fiery and passionate emotional speech came to an end as you stared into your lover’s eyes. There was so much more you could say, but you feared words would not be able to convey it all. You hoped your eyes would be enough to soothe his pained and tired soul.

Silent tears trailed down Echo’s face and you gently brushed them away as you pulled him into a tight hug. It was all you could do to not cry yourself. Echo was always so strong–you admired him for it.

“Thank you,” he whispered, voice thick with appreciation and love. You didn’t say anything. There was no need to. The charged air between you both was enough. The two of you sat in a comfortable silence on the floor of the Havoc Marauder, deep in your own thoughts.

“Ishq wala love,” you muttered fondly after some time, still caught up in your own mind.

“Hm?” Echo questioned, curious as to what you said. The soft sound gently pulled you out of the clouds and back to the man in your arms as you attempted to explain.

“There’s a phrase in my native language, ishq wala love. You see, in Basic, there’s just one word for love, which is love. But back home, we have several different words for love, each with their own subtle, but distinct meaning,” you blew out a breath as you tried to figure out what to say. Echo was hanging on to your every word.

“There’s… there isn’t really a direct translation, but the best I can come up with is that the love that we have, ishq, is much deeper than just romantic love. It’s deep and strong and pure and unyielding. It–it reminded me of us,” you admitted, a bit sheepish. Your fingers dance along Echo’s scomp link, nervous.

Echo took a moment to process your explanation before smiling. You felt your heart stitch itself back together again after seeing that beautiful smile. You would do anything to keep it on his lovely face.

“Ishq wala love,” he echoed, his pronunciation a bit off. You giggled in response. “Close enough,” you teased and Echo simply beamed. You leaned in and planted a chaste kiss on his soft lips, rubbing his metal arm gently.

Echo stood up then, offering a hand to you to help you up. You took it and he led you over to the bunk you shared together. You both quickly climbed in, relaxing in the warmth of the well worn blankets and the other’s presence.

Your head was near his chest and you could hear the soothing dull sound of his steady heartbeat. Your arm curled over his waist protectively and your head rested comfortably on his flesh arm. Echo shut off the light and you were ensconced in black velvety darkness.

“Goodnight, cyar’ika.”

“Sweet dreams, Echo. I’ll be here, waiting for you.”

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[silver-venus]

Honey, I Shrunk Your Boyfriend

You went to Star Labs to see Cisco when he got shrunk.  

Pairing: Reader x Cisco

It had been the longest three days of your life. You’d been at a seminar out of town and you were so ready to be home with Cisco that when you were offered an earlier flight you’d jumped on it. Cisco had offered to breach you there and back but there was something you always liked about the hustle and bustle of airports. The only downside was that it put you back in Central City in the middle of the day meaning Cisco would still be at Star Labs. You told the taxi driver to take you to Star Labs and ignored the questioning look he gave you. You wanted to surprise your boyfriend as he wasn’t expecting you back until the next morning. 

When the car pulled up outside the building, the driver turned to you and asked, “You sure this is the place, lady? You know this place is dangerous, right?” You resisted the urge to roll your eyes.

“I think I can handle it,” you said, handing the driver some cash and grabbing your overnight bag. 

As you emerged from the elevator, you made a bee line for Cisco’s lab. You weren’t sure if he was in there, but you could stash your bag there until you went home. Upon entry, you didn’t see him right away. 

“Cisco?” you called to be sure. Nothing. You tossed your bag in the corner and made to look for him elsewhere when you heard a tiny clatter. Swinging back around, you looked around the room and heard a tiny squeaking noise. You followed the sound further into the room and realized it was coming from the Lego set they’d used to map out Savatar and Iris last year. 

Making your way over to it, you leaned down to find the source of the noise when you spotted Cisco. “Aw! Cisco made a little figurine of himself,” you said mostly to yourself. 

“I’m not a figurine. It’s me!” he said, waving his arms. You jumped back a little. That had been the source of the squeaking noise. 

“Cisco?” you asked in disbelief. This had to be one of his stupid pranks. “How?” you asked, still thinking it was a tiny robot or something. 

“I got shrunk by a meta,” he said, scrubbing his hands over his face. 

You let that information sink in before letting your heard fall down, your hair obscuring your face. 

Cisco panicked thinking you were upset. “It’s fine, babe. Harry and Caitlin are on it. I’ll be back to normal in no time,” he’d said hastily in his new high pitched voice.

Your shoulders gave a jerk and he realized, “Oh my god! Are you laughing?” he demanded. This only sent you into a fit of uncontrollable giggles and you had to turn your back to him to try and compose yourself. 

Once you were under control and able to keep a straight face again you turned around to find him looking extremely displeased. “I’m sorry, honey,” you said, placing an open hand in front of Cisco. He climbed on with a huff and you lifted him up. “You just look so cute like this.” 

He huffed again and shook his head, “This is so humiliating,” he pushed his hair back before crossing his arms again. 

“It’s like you said. Caitlin and Harry are on the case. You’ll be back to normal in no time,” you said reassuringly. 

You heard footsteps behind you and turned to see Caitlin holding a tiny Ralph in her palm. “Ralph too?” you asked. 

She looked startled for a moment then nodded. “When did you get back?” she asked. 

“Just a few minutes ago. I caught an earlier flight and wanted to surprise this one, but nothing is more surprising than this,” you said, holding Cisco a little higher. 

His arms were still crossed over his chest and you had to bite your lip to not laugh again. You and Caitlin set them both back on the Lego set together and stood back as they began to bicker. 

“Give it to me straight,” you whispered. “What are the odds of getting this reversed?” You didn’t want to admit that this was really freaking you out inside. It wouldn’t do you or Cisco any good to show how worried you were. 

Caitlin put an hand on your arm and steered you further into the room out of earshot. “Harry’s on it. This only happened a few hours ago. Don’t lose hope,” she assured, you nodded. 

~

You kept Cisco and Ralph company while Harry and Caitlin came up with a solution. Cisco asked how the seminar went, and Ralph pretended to punch himself as you described the different panels. 

“Don’t be rude to my girlfriend, Ralph,” Cisco snarked and you listened in amusement at their quarrel.

It wasn’t long before Harry came in with the modified speed force bazooka and you were concerned to say the least. “You haven’t tested that thing and now you’re going to shoot it at my boyfriend?” you asked incredulously. 

Harry waved a hand dismissively and Cisco piped up offering himself up as a test subject. 

“I can’t watch this,” you said, turning around with a hand over your eyes. You heard the tell tale buzzing sound of the machine and turned back around, peaking towards the lego set between your fingers. You watched as Cisco and Ralph both vibrated for a moment and stopped, both still very much small. You leveled a glare at Harry who avoided your gaze. 

~

You paced in the cortex as Caitlin ran her tests and occasionally threw annoyed glances at the brooding man from Earth-2. When Caitlin came back and told you that Cisco was unstable you lost it on Harry. You rattled off a speech that ended with your index finger in the older man’s face and, “you’d better fix this,” as Iris pulled you out of the room. You took a moment to compose yourself before re-entering Cisco’s lab. You couldn’t ever hide your emotions from him though so he knew instantly that something was wrong. 

“He made us unstable didn’t he?” Cisco asked. Your silence told him everything. 

You sat in the chair next to the Lego set and propped your elbows on the table, smiling sadly as miniature Cisco put a tiny hand on your arm to comfort you even though you were here to comfort him. 

It was some time later Harry came back with the solution to put Cisco and Ralph back in the line of fire to fix them. You didn’t like the idea, but it was apparently better than anything else they’d thought of. 

“I’m coming with you,” you said quickly. 

“No, no way,” Cisco protested, you swung around and glared at his tiny form. He sighed, “Babe, this guy is dangerous. Please, just let us fix this, and I will come home to you good as new. I can’t stand the idea of you getting hurt,” he pleaded and sounded so pathetic with his tiny squeaky voice that you gave in without a fight. 

You lifted Cisco in your hand once more and let him kiss you on the cheek, it tickled more than anything, and passed him off to Harry. You set another glare at Harry knowing that your anger was slightly misplaced, but you were too worried about the outcome of all of this to care. Cisco looked up in amusement at the grimace on Harry’s face under your fiery gaze. 

You were pacing a hole in the Star Labs concrete floor the entire time they were gone. More than once you’d almost changed your mind about staying back and went after them, but you knew there wasn’t much you could do except get in the way or get yourself hurt. You weren’t a meta and battles weren’t exactly in your wheelhouse. You tended to freeze in panic which had caused more than one occurrence of Barry or Cisco having to save your ass since you'd joined the team. You shook your head and paced some more and wondered what the hell could be taking so long. 

You were in the cortex when you heard voices from the hall and turned to see Cisco in all his 5′7″ glory. You ran into his arms and he caught you with an exaggerated groan and a laugh, lifting you several inches off the ground. You spotted Harry over Cisco’s shoulder and mouthed a silent ‘thank you.’ The older man gave a nod.

~

Once the two of you were home, Cisco let you fuss over him as he told you how the battle went. You laughed when Cisco told the part about breaching into Harry’s pocket. 

“When we got back to Star Labs, Harry made me walk in first. He thought if you saw him first you would assume mission failure and murder him on the spot,” he said in amusement, giving you a playful accusatory look. 

“He wasn’t wrong,” you admitted. You then remembered why you’d been so mad at the older man and promptly smacked Cisco on the arm. 

“Ow! What was that for?” he exclaimed, rubbing his bicep where you’d struck him. 

“For letting Harry fire a weapon at you without testing it first,” you said sharply, crossing your arms over your chest. 

Cisco’s face softened and he wrapped his arms around your waist. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, “I’m so sorry.” He kissed your forehead and then captured your lips.

You pulled away after several moments slightly out of breath. “Are you sure you’re okay?” you asked, feigning genuine concern, “Maybe I should double check.” 

Cisco sighed, “Caitlin checked me over. I’m good, I promise,” he said, not getting it yet. 

“Well,” you said, trailing a finger down his chest to the top of his waistband, “I don’t think she checked everything.” 

Cisco’s mouth fell into an ‘oh.’ “Yeah, you better check that,” he said hastily, pulling you behind him. You laughed all the way to the bedroom. 

[robinofinashiro]

sypnosis: mini scenarios for a few BNHA boys. 

characters: mirio togata, bakugou katsuki, and izuku midoriya 

request status: OPENED / all fandoms I write for are pinned to the top of my page as well as my rules! feel free to request as you’d like! 

he has to come pick you up drunk from a club: 

oh god, mirio is crying from laughter the minute he sees the way you are. the look of being plastered is written all over your face and you couldn’t stop laughing for some odd reason. 

Nejire had called him on the fact that you were complaining that Mirio wasn’t here to enjoy the night with you. the reason why was that this was your last night before becoming a married woman and mirio wanted you to enjoy it before the wedding.

a part of his mind knew that this was going to happen though. you got very clingy to him when you drank and although he was hoping that you didn’t get as drunk tonight, the call from Nejire made him know he wasn’t getting what he was hoping for. 

he grabbed his shoes, making sure to put all of the medicine you would need in the morning on the night stand before heading out the door. you and Nejire were at a club not too far from where the both of you stayed so the drive wasn’t even more than fifteen minutes. 

once he arrived to the club, he flashed his ID to the security outside and walked in. the club was relatively packed for a Friday night but once he saw Nejire’s bright blue hair, he knew exactly where you were and how loud you were being. 

when he finally spotted the two of you, he could see how drunk you actually were. you had a cup filled with whatever alcoholic contents you were drinking and singing, actually more like screaming, to one of your favorite songs. 

“babe!” he sang, trying to catch you attention. you still hadn’t realized it was Mirio as your eyes were still closed and taking small sips of your drink, “( your name )!” mirio screamed again. finally, you heard your name and turned around, “MIRI!” you screamed, jumping onto him. 

he chuckled, wrapping his arms around you, “ready to go home?” he asked, seeing the way your eyes were getting droopy, “you can’t hungover to your final fitting tomorrow,” he informed, grabbing your bag and phone. 

“boooo!! i wanna stay and party with you!” you exclaimed, trying to get him to stay, “nope! we gotta get you home or else no wedding,” he saw the way your eyes instantly watered at the idea, “babe! no i was kidding!” he exclaimed, trying to back track on the comment. 

your lip stuck out in a pouty way as he grabbed your wrist, “see you tomorrow Nejire!” he said, knowing she’d probably come over after all of you got done with the final dress fittings, “yup! she’s making me dinner actually!” she yelled as he grabbed her own things to head out, “make sure she doesn’t die on me tonight,” she giggled. 

“i’ll make sure! see ya!” Mirio said as he felt your weight get heavier. he looked down to see that you were already starting to fall asleep as you walked, “i swear, what am i gonna do with you?” he joked, as he put you in the passenger seat, making sure you didn’t double over in the process. 

you accidentally get hurt in front of him: 

all of you were doing some simple training on the grounds outside of UA. it was nothing that you hadn’t done before but there was something that was not making you preform at 100% 

you noticed a few weeks ago that you weren’t preforming as best as you could because of the weight you gained over the winter break (lmfaoo, this is 100% self projecting). you couldn’t stand the fact that you weren’t skinny as the rest of the girls were and decided to put yourself on a diet. 

because of said diet, you were strictly drinking water and a very small dinner. 

no one had noticed it but you weren’t seeing the results you were hoping for. at first you thought you had to cut off the dinner portion of your diet but you knew if you had done that, you weren’t going to succeed in your performance either. 

you were fighting Kirishima, giving him a decent run for his money as you countered each of his attacks with one of your own but Kiri had noticed how tired you were getting. your attacks were strong but they weren’t as quick as he had seen them before. 

“you okay?” Kirishima asked. you nodded tiredly as you stood back up, getting into a fighting position, “nothing i can’t handle!” you exclaimed. he laughed, shaking off his concern before going in for another attack. 

as soon as you felt the impact of his punch on your stomach, you knew that this wasn’t going to end well. you instantly fell back, flying a few feet from where you were before and hitting the wall with a giant thud as you slipped down. 

at first, Kirishima had thought that you were just messing with him in order to get him riled up but when he saw that your body remained slumped on the ground and you weren’t getting up, he instantly ran over to you. “hey!” he screamed, seeing your eyes closed, “hey, get up!” he yelled a bit louder. 

Bakugou, who was fighting with Momo, had saw the interaction from the corner of his eye and instantly dropped the match. he ran over to you to see you still passed out on the ground. Momo caught Aizawa’s attention as he had saw you still not moving, “take her to recovery girl,” he informed Bakugou, knowing that if he didn’t take you, he wouldn’t allow anyone else, “and let me know the extent of her injuries,” he added on.

Bakugou nodded, basically scooping you into his arms and running to her office. once he got there, he pushed anyone who was already waiting for her away and slammed the door open, screaming that you weren’t awake and you had passed out from training. 

recovery girl, being used treating Midoriya, sighed and told him to put you on the spare bed as she took out her tools to see what was wrong with you. once she hooked you up to a few machines and let them check your vitals, she instantly saw the issue. 

“when’s the last time she’s had a proper meal?” she asked, a bit in disbelief, “her water intake is fine but her food intake is extremely low. it looks like she hasn’t ate a significant meal in a while,” she told Bakugou, showing him the screen. his eye twitched, trying to remember when’s the last time he actually saw you eat. 

“i’d suggest you bring her something to eat. by the time you arrive with food, i’m sure she’ll be up,” she said, basically kicking him out of the room until you woke up. Bakugou growled, not wanting to leave you but he knew better than to piss Recovery Girl off and did as she ordered. 

it took about an hour for him to come back with something for you to eat when he saw you awake, playing with the blanket and trying not to focus on him. he stared at you, trying to suppress his anger as best as he could. 

“what the hell happened?” he asked, setting the plate down and looking at you. it was like a dam breaking as your tears came down in strides. you tried to explain but all Bakugou heard was the hurt in your voice as you basically confessed your insecurities, “listen you idiot,” he scoffed, sitting down on the bed and wrapping his arms around you, “your body is fine. nothing is wrong with you and even if there was something wrong, you should have told me,” Bakugou said. 

you nodded, trying to hide your face on his side, “but if you have such an issue with how you look, come and work out with weird hair and i. don’t pull some stupid shit like this ever again,” he warned as he put the plate of food on the small lap table, “and i won’t be leaving you until i see you finish all of that food.” 

the two of you run into your ex: 

both you and midoriya were running a few errands for his mom while the two of you were visiting her. you had offered to help her with dinner before you were due back at UA and she asked if you and midoriya could run to the store for a few things she was missing. 

before you and midoriya got together, you had been friends with him for a while. you, bakugou, and midoriya had attended the same middle school and when all of you got accepted to UA, he confessed his feelings for you after a few months. 

you and midoriya were walking down the street, groceries in hand and his other arm wrapped around your shoulder. he had been talking your ear off about some all might facts when he felt you come to a sudden stop and become stiff. 

he followed your eye trajectory and realized who it was. it was ex and an ex that you practically had a death wish on. the two of you dated the summer before entering UA and broke up after he made some sly remark about how you didn’t deserve to go to UA with the weak quirk you had. 

“lets try to find another way back home,” midoriya murmured. the two of you tried to turn the corner but it was too late. your ex had saw you and basically screamed your name before running down the street to see you, “hey!” he yelled with disgusting happiness. 

you turned around giving him a fake smile, “hey,” you whispered, feeling midoriya’s grip get stronger. your ex saw the way he was holding you and frowned, “how have you been!” he asked, trying to ignore midoriya. “okay, just been at UA, training and all that,” you replied. 

your ex nodded, trying to get closer to you but midoriya instantly pulled you closer, “so, are you here visiting his mom?” he asked. you nodded, a bit happily, “yeah, ever since we got together, we’ve been visiting his mom more,” you said. he cringed upon hearing you mutter that the two of you were together. 

“the two of you....” he implied, “are together?” he asked. you nodded, “yep! we’ve been together for a few months now!” you looked at midoriya and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “i wonder how long that’ll last. not long considering he’s midoriya,” he joked to his friends. 

your eyebrows fluttered in anger as midoriya whispered to calm down. you looked to your ex, “well, we should be leaving. we actually have to leave in a few hours to head back to UA. you know, the school you couldn’t get into,” you retorted, making midoriya laugh loudly. 

your ex tried to say something back but before he could, you grabbed midoriya’s arm and ran in the opposite direction before your ex could follow you. the two of you ran for a little while longer before agreeing that you both had lost him. 

“what an asshole, right?” you asked. midoriya agreed, grabbing your hand and kissing it, “serves him right. he’s always been so rude,” he replied, seeing his house coming into vision, “plus, i think my mom is going to find the story pretty funny.” 

you rolled your eyes playfully as you tried not to think on the exchange with your ex any longer and trying to refocus on what midoriya was talking to you about before you ran into him. 

[digital-corruption]

The Road Trip Part 5

“Look, MC, it’s ruined!” Cleo groaned over the sight of her cake.

“It’s not ruined,” I walked over to the kitchen bench to have a look. “Sure some of the icing got stuck to the lid, but we can salvage that. I'll find something to spread the icing with.”

“It’s just not the same,” she sighed. “Well there’s still time to bake a new one if the guys get back soon.”

“They've been gone a while,” I frowned looking at the clock. “How long does it take for them to buy food?”

Jake suddenly entered the kitchen like a man on a mission, carrying garbage bags and tape. I watched as he lifted his computer and began to secure the garbage bags to the machine, cutting strategic holes for the fans as he went. This strange behaviour had me worried for his sanity.

“What on earth are you doing?” I questioned.

“I am making adjustments,” he replied.

“I can see that,” I replied annoyed by his lack of explanation.

“I must take precautionary measures or else I risk damage to my computer,” Jake commented as he worked.

“Aww, it’s cute!” Cleo laughed. “It’s like a poncho for the computer.”

Jake glanced up at Cleo. I could tell he didn’t take well to his computer being called cute. He picked up his computer and carried it out of the room, leaving his monitor, keyboard and mouse behind.

There was a bit of commotion at the front door signalling the boys' return. However as they entered the kitchen with the bags of groceries, something was clearly wrong. The other girls followed in soon after.

“Well the good news is we have the parts and tools to fix the van,” Richy said unenthusiastically.

“What do you mean ‘the good news'?” Hannah crossed her arms. She looked ready to snap.

Thomas cleared his throat. “The thing is, we split up. Richy went to the auto parts store, I went to the hardware store, and Dan went to the supermarket.”

“You left Dan in charge of buying food!?” Jessy shrieked.

“We gave them a list though,” Lilly commented. “You did follow the list, didn’t you?”

“Nope,” Dan said confidently. “That list sucked.”

“Dan!” Cleo gasped. “Tell me you bought the ingredients I requested for the muffins and pastries!”

“It seems he only bought chips, steak and alcohol,” Thomas rubbed his forehead.

“What else could you possibly need?” Dan defended.

In absolute disbelief, Cleo searched the bags. Sure enough there was two bags of chips, a couple of large steaks and copious amounts of whiskey.

“Who's bright idea was it to leave Dan with our entire food budget!?” Hannah interrogated the boys.

Richy and Thomas looked at each other, neither one wanting to admit responsibility. Dan did it for them, “Thomas gave me the money.”

“He said he could handle it!” Thomas argued. “I gave him the list! I told him all he had to do was buy the things on the list!”

“I cannot believe you guys would be so stupid as to trust Dan!” Hannah yelled.

“Hey! I'm right here, damnit!” Dan snapped. “Stop acting like I'm a child!”

“You are a child!” Hannah turned her anger towards Dan.

Dan began to gesture wildly, accidentally slapping Jake’s monitor on the table beside him. It was like time slowed down; the monitor went crashing to the floor, cracking the screen. The atmosphere in the room changed on impact. Thunder cracked outside, causing the lights to flicker. Our attention was drawn to Jake standing menacingly in the doorway. It was as if he had caused the resurgence of the storm. The others took a noticeable step back as the tension grew unbearably heavy.

I tried to diffuse the situation quickly, “Jake, he didn’t-"

Jake didn’t let me finish though. Jake, the hacker that spends all of his days at a computer, jumped at the weightlifter. He attached himself like a spider monkey to Dan’s chest, his hands gripping Dan's thick neck, desperately trying to strangle it. Outside thunder continued to crack as the changing winds caused doors to slam close. It was clear that Dan had committed the gravest sin.

A/N: Source unknown 😅