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Clegan + acts of service (7/?)

[lady-phasma]

Fangtober Day 5 - Impact play

Lestat x fem!reader

Warnings: MDNI 18+, spanking, mostly just explicit language/descriptions, no smut, 771 words

a/n: some of this month’s drabbles will just be kinky D/s fluff, no smut, like this little one about Lestat spanking reader. fem!reader not described but human

Lestat patted his knee twice. Your face went hot, but you were exited. You enjoyed this a bit more than you were supposed to. He knew it. You hadn’t done anything wrong, but you had been a little sassy in your reply, knowing full well the ramifications.

You walked over and stood in front of him. You didn’t have to wait long before he reached up and unfastened your jeans. He pulled them down, underwear too, with his fingers hooked in the waistbands. You shivered as your skin was exposed to the air. Or, perhaps, with anticipation.

“Across my thighs, on your stomach, you know what to do, petite.” Lestat’s voice was low and trimmed with a slight growl. That tone could make you do anything.

“Yes, Sir,” you replied as you turned and arranged yourself across his legs. You wished desperately that there were a more graceful way to do this, but once you were in position you felt mostly comfortable. You soon stopped caring that your arms had to hang, not quite reaching the floor, one hand sometimes clutching Lestat’s calf. He began to smooth a hand from your lower back to the tops of your thighs. You took a deep breath and tried to relax. It was incredibly difficult because this ‘punishment’ was one of your favorites.

“I think ten will suffice,” Lestat said quietly. “Remember our word.” You nodded.

His hand was cool as it rested against your buttocks. From past experience, you knew he would restrain himself from using all of his strength. Nevertheless, this could be intense with him. The first swat against your ass was little more than just that. You exhaled a soft grunt, then counted out “one.” A gentle stroke of his hand was followed by a louder thwack on your other cheek.

“Two,” but this word came out as a groan. Lestat caressed the heat on your skin gently then another thwack, alternating sides again.

“Three,” you moaned and exhaled deeply. Your couldn’t control the slight wiggle in your hips, but you didn’t shy away from his hand.

“Four,” you said a bit louder as the sting from his hand settled into your skin. The sensation made your cunt twitch, the wetness seeming to drip out of you already.

“Five,” with this one you heard Lestat moan faintly. You could only imagine the his side of this experience: the heat of your skin against his hand, the way your thighs trembled, and his hand probably didn’t tingle like a human’s would have. But he enjoyed it no less.

“Six,” you yelped. He had brought his hand down in a way that was sharper, not harder, and this time the sound and the sting made your cunt leak down your thighs. You face was almost as hot as your ass as gravity pulled the blood into your downturned head. You felt nearly high from being slightly inverted and the near-pain from Lestat’s hand.

“Seven.” The groan that was pulled from you with this slap was obscene and you felt Lestat shift his hips slightly underneath you, a hint of his erection pressing softly into your side.

“Eight!” The crack of his hand against your inflamed skin was disproportionate to the sensation, but that sound turned you on almost at much as the feeling. Before he lifted his hand again he let his cool fingers linger over the welts that had begun to form. The last two were always the hardest.

“Nine,” you heard a whine in your voice, not quite a sob, but close. Lestat barely waited before administering the last.

“Ten!” You gasped and moaned again. Your cunt clenched around nothing, aching, needy, but helpless to do anything about it. You felt his hand begin the soothing strokes again, only this time he let his fingers trail between your thighs, brushing so softly against your lips that you almost cried out. Your moan came out nearly breathlessly before he moved his hand back to your ass.

“Good girl,” Lestat said softly, affectionately. “You may stand now.”

You whimpered and let your feet rest on the floor. You pressed yourself up from his thighs and stood on slightly shaky legs. You felt your wetness sliding between your thighs. Gently, Lestat put his hands on your hips, turned you to face him, and guided you to stand between his now-spread legs. You looked down at his face, then at his pants, tight across his hard cock. You rolled your bottom lip between your teeth.

“My very good girl,” he murmured as he slid his hands to your warm buttocks and kissed your belly.

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[gibbysoup]

Someday

Boone x reader

Summary: well trying to help get the towns people to safety, you and Boone find a little girl who can’t find her parents.

Trigger warning: storm, crying,lost child, established relationship

The crew decided not to chase this storm for today. Tyler picked out on the radar that the tornado was heading towards a small town, and it was more important to help people then get content for the channel.

The wind was picking up fast and the rain was coming down hard as everyone spilt up trying to make sure the towns folks were in a safe place or storm shelter. You and Boone were trying to gather as many people as you could to get them some place safe. “Y/n!” He called out to you, running over. “We gotta get inside, the tornados coming right for us.” He said, drenched in rain water and out of breath. You did one last scan of your surroundings, before nodding.

“Alright, let’s go.” You agreed. He grabbed your hand and lead you to the nearest storm shelter. But as you were following him, in the corner of your eye you spotted one more person. It was a little girl. She couldn’t have been older than 5. She was standing in the rain all alone, crying and clutching a stuffed bunny. “Hold on!” You immediately let go of boones hand and ran over, the wind was picking up and almost made it hard for you to run.

“What? We gotta go!” He shouted, but once he saw where you were running, he was right behind you, determined to get the young girl to safety. As you make your way to the little girl, you didn’t even have time to think, you just scooped her up in to your arms.

“I got her!” You announced as Boone was a couple feet behind you. “I got you baby, we’re gonna get somewhere safe okay?” You told her. The wind was picking up and you needed to get to safely. She was sobbing uncontrollably as the rain poured down on all three of you. You ran back to Boone with the girl in your arms.

“We need to get inside now.” He said, letting the you and the girl go in front of him and opening the shelter door for you. It was crowded but you were just relived that everyone had made it. Once you and the little girl were inside, Boone got in himself and shut the door and locked it up.

Boone walked over to the two of you, the little girl still shaking and crying in your arms. You tried to gently rock her in your arms, shushing her gently. “You’re okay..we’re safe.” You tried to comfort her as the storm ripped through the town above you.

Boone put his hands on the smalls of your back, in an attempt to comfort you as well, seeing as you were shaken up as well. Boone looked at the little girl in your arms and leaned down a bit to be at eye level with her. “Hey bug, mind telling us your name?” He asked her.

Her sobs were still present, but she answered him. “Gracie..” she said, sniffling. Her little hands clung to your shirt, afraid to let you go.

“Gracie..” Boone repeated. “That’s a real pretty name..mind telling us why you were standing all alone?” He asked, trying to get an idea of where her parents were.

Gracie sniffled again, her face was covered in rain and tears. It truly broke your heart. “I was with my mommy..and I got lost..and I tried to find her but then there was a loud sound and people started running..” she explained, between little sobs.

You hugged her tighter, trying your best to let her know that she was safe. “It’s okay..once the storm stops we’re gonna find her okay?” You told her. You prayed the mom was okay, this little girl couldn’t handle anymore heartache for today.

Boone thought quick on his feet and tried to distract her. “That’s a cool bunny you got there, what’s there name..” Boone asked her, trying to get her focused on something else.

She clicked the bunny in her heads before she held her stuffed animal out for Boone to see. “Peter..” she said softly.

“Like Peter rabbit?” You asked her, trying to keep the conversation going. She nodded softly. “I love that story!” You told her enthusiastically. She gave you a soft smile.

The noise coming from the storm outside stopped, it was quiet besides the chatter coming from inside the shelter. “I think we’re in the clear.” You informed Boone. He nodded, opening the storm shelter door and letting you and Gracie exit along with the rest of the towns folks.

You tried not to gasp when you saw the damage the tornado caused to the town, in fear of making gracie more upset than she already was. You looked down at her in your arms and spoke. “Gracie we’re gonna find your mom okay?” You told her. She nodded, her face full of worry.

Before you could speak again, Tyler came running over to you. “Y/n! You alright?” He asked, making sure you were okay. But then he noticed the little girl in your arms. He bend down and got to her level.

“Hey, who’s this?” Tyler asked her with a smile on his face. his southern charm really coming out. She immediately buried her face into your shoulder, signaling she was a bit shy.

You looked at Tyler. “This is Gracie. She’s was all alone when the storm hit and we need to find her mom. Can you tell the others we’re looking for her mom?” She asked him. He nodded.

“On it, I’ll spreed the word.” He said, giving you and Gracie a small nod before he went to go inform the rest of the crew on the situation.

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You decided the best option now was to her Gracie away from all the wreckage, scared to Traumatize her even further. So you took her to Tyler’s truck, letting her sit in the front seat, reminding her not to hit any of the buttons. As she was playing with the steering wheel and pretending to drive, Boone made his way over to you.

He pulled you aside, but not too far away from the truck to speak to you so Gracie couldn’t hear. “You find anything?” You asked, hopefully. Boone just frowned and shook his head.

“Nothing yet..but the crew is still working to find Gracie’s mom, the police are also on the look out.” He told her. You sighed, feeling almost defeated.

“Boone what are we gonna do if we can’t find her mom?” You said, quietly so Gracie couldn’t hear you.

Boone put his hands on his hips, thinking for a moment. “I mean….maybe…” he said, but you could already tell where he was going with this.

“Boone..If you’re suggesting we turn Gracie into a junior tornado wranglers..it’s not happening.” You told him. You loved Boone, but you two definitely weren’t ready for a kid. “We don’t even have a stable address and we live off gas station food…we’re in no place to raise a kid.” You told him truthfully.

He nodded. “I know..” he said. “She’s got a family…we can’t take that from her..” he said. He knew that even if Gracie’s mom was gone, she still probably had family that would take her in.

“Y/n, Boone! Look Peter is driving!” Gracie shouted, making you two turn around and see she had her stuffed rabbit at the wheel, his paws on the steering wheel so that it looked like he was driving the big red truck.

You two softly chuckled and made your way over to her. “I see..” you said. In the half hour you had known Gracie she had really stolen your hearts. And it was also giving you major baby fever. “Make sure he doesn’t go too fast…” Boone said, playing into what Gracie was doing, causing the young girl to giggle.

But the sweet moment between the three of you was interrupted by a police officer and a women coming your way, and by the look on Gracie’s face, that woman was her mom. She immediately got out of the drivers seat and ran over as fast as her little legs could carry her. Gracie’s mother was practically in tears as she hugged her daughter.

You stood next to Boone watching the sweet reunion, feeling relived that Gracie’s mom was okay. Before Gracie and her mom left with the officer, she made it a point to say goodbye to you and Boone. You both bent down to give her a goodbye hug. “Bye Gracie, and by Peter.” You said, waving to her stuffed animal.

“Bye y/n, bye Boone.” She said, giving Boone a big goodbye hug. He smiled as the little girl gave him a hug. “Be good bug, don’t go getting lost no more now..” he said, she gave him a big nod before walking over to her mom. She walked away with her mother, hand in hand as they made their way back home.

You rested your head on boones shoulder as he placed an arm around you. “I know right now is totally out of the question, but maybe..in a few years…” he suggested. “We could have one..” he said, turning to look at you.

You thought for a moment before you gave your answer. “Maybe…someday..” you said, watching Gracie happily leave with her mom in the distance.

(Yall this kinda sucks but I’ll probably edit it later when I’m out of work.)

[league-of-sam]

Don't Be Shy | Konig x Reader

Kӧnig x TF141 x AFAB!Reader

PART FOUR

Summary: Transferred against your will to a new task force to calm a troubled soldier, you felt way in over your head - especially when you came face to face with a 6'10" mountain of Austria. 18+ MINORS DNI! t.w // angst, mental health, language, violence, human trafficking, death, sexual themes/SMUT, military inaccuracies, language inaccuracies (google translate).

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It was mission day.

Training over the last two weeks had been exhausting, but the payoff was right around the corner.

The mission was simple – get in, get the hostages, get out.

Fender had been given intel of another AQ human trafficking den on the border of Serbia, and it was KorTac’s job to get them out and get them to safety.

Simple enough, and something this task force has done a hundred times over. That didn’t stop the nerves from creeping up from within you, though. it didn't feel right, being on a mission without the 141, without your family.

How much could you truly trust the people around you?

Now you sat, clutching your rifle to your chest, surrounded by the rest of the team; all of you clad in the best tactical gear that Laswell had to offer.

You scanned the room, desperate for a glimpse of the giant man that had clouded both your heart and your brain, frowning when you came up empty.

Kӧnig had been…odd to deal with.

But you were quick to learn that that was just him. He was sweet, quiet, kind, thoughtful, fidgety. It made you like him all the more, and you were so incredibly bad at hiding it. Ghost almost had a heart attack when you admitted about your little crush, the man had to be held back by Soap, Gaz, and Price to stop him ‘coming down there to get you and shoot him’.

And people said Price was the father of the group!

After spending three hours convincing Ghost you were just fine, Kӧnig had knocked your door, ready for his next lesson. You’d made an agreement – he opened up to you, working on his issues with social interaction, and you would teach him to be a better sniper.

It worked, you thought, and you were finally breaking down some of his walls.

“If you don’t mind me asking, why are you so quiet and closed off?” You asked tentatively, putting your rifle back into its protective carrier.

“Was, how you say, bullied? As a child, I was always big, and the other children made many comments and hurt me.”

Your heart hurt hearing him say this. You were no stranger to bullies, having been picked on your entire childhood also.

“Yeah, I know the feeling.”

“You do?” he said, voice surprised.

You smiled softly, “Yeah. Kids aren’t nice. Adults are even worse. Still happens every now and then, people underestimating me or thinking I don’t deserve to be here.”

“That’s horrible.”

“It is. I can understand why you wear the hood all the time, keeps people away from something else they can use.”

“Ja.”

“I sometimes wish I had something, but Ghost always told me not to go down that road. He says it’s a hard one to come back from.”

“It is true. It’s scary, revealing yourself.”

“I’m sure it is, but it’s scary wanting to cover up, too.”

“Why would you want to?”

You frowned, looking away from him as you continued to pack your things, “Because I don’t like the way I look. Sometimes, I wish people couldn’t see me.”

He looked at you, dumbfounded, “Aber du bist so hübsch. (But you’re so pretty.)”

“What?”

He blushed, looking at his shoes, “Oh, um, you are just kind. I am sad for you.”

“I’m sad for you too, Kӧnig.” You smiled, “But it’s alright. Those people mean nothing now. I used their hate to help my anxiety, and now I’m here to help you improve yours.”

“(Y/N), I think you are helping.”

“Yeah? I think so too.”

He stepped a little closer to you, his movements stopping you in your tracks.

“Ich habe noch nie ein so schӧnes gesicht gesehen, Schatz. (I have never seen such a beautiful face, sweetheart.)” He whispered, his fingers barely touching your chin as he tipped it, making you look up at him.

Your breath was caught in your throat, heat rising to your cheeks as you melted into his touch. You reached up, your hand cupping his as it moved to your cheek.

Your heart thudded in your chest as he stepped closer to you, the other hand slipping around to rest on your waist.

Before you knew it, your body was pressed against his, the two of you searching each other’s eyes for any sign to stop.

There was none, but as soon as your fingers grazed the bottom of that damned hood, moving to lift it away, the familiar jingle of the ringtone set for Price echoed around the walls.

You fumbled, stepping back from the giant, “F-fuck…I- sorry, it’s Price I-I have to take it.”

Kӧnig released a long breath as you moved away from him, whispering to himself, “Oh, mein gott. (Oh, my God.)”

He barely paid notice to you speaking with your Captain, until something you said caught his attention, making his heart shatter.

“Yes, Price,” you laughed, “As soon as the job is done, I’ll be on my merry way.”

You were leaving?

“Yeah!” you spoke again, turning to smile at him briefly, “He’s doing well, I think he’ll be fine here. No- Captain, listen…you know what Ghost is like! It’s just a job, right? So, when I’m done, I’ll be back, promise.”

What?

‘It’? Were you talking about him like that?

Did you really think of him as nothing but a mission, something for you to fix and then leave behind once the work was done?

“I’m just a job?” he said, voice small as he watched you put your phone down.

You stood confused for a moment, until you looked back at your phone, reliving the conversation with Price.

“N-no, Kӧnig, t-that’s not what I meant by that-”

“I’m just another task for you to complete before you go leaving to your elite task force, ja?”

His voice raised with every word as he angrily collected his own things. Hurt seeped from him, and you could understand exactly why.

“I didn’t mean it like that!” you pleaded, “Yes, I was brought here to do a job, but you are not just a job to me. You’re a human being!”

“A human being you were brought here to babysit.”

“Yes! I was! But that wasn’t my fault! I didn’t fucking want to!”

Your frustration got the better of you, and you snapped. No, you didn’t want to be someone’s babysitter. You were an SAS-trained sniper, for crying out loud. But you’d seen someone in need and stayed.

And you were so glad you did.

But he didn’t see it that way, who could blame him?

“Okay, sergeant. Danke for the lesson.” He said, and he nodded to you, turning towards the exit.

“Kӧnig, please- don’t leave, I’m so sorry I didn’t mean-”

He ignored you, shaking his head as he flung the door open, the noise echoing around the shooting range. You winced, tears welling in your eyes as you watched his hulking form stalk away from you.

That’s the last he spoke to you.

It was the last you’d even seen him.

For three days.

He didn’t come to the shooting range, he hadn’t been showing up for training, and he hadn’t been eating from the canteen.

You never meant to hurt him or pry too far, but it was why you were here. To help him understand about teamwork and morale, to help him understand that not every person was out to get him. But you never meant to make him feel like he was just a job, just another assignment.

In a last ditch effort, you scanned the room again, and your heart skipped a beat as blue eyes pierced yours.

He was leaning against the concrete pillar on his left, arms crossed over his vest, hip stuck out as one of his feet rested in front of the other. Your eyes examined his frame, subconsciously licking your lips as you took in his appearance. He looked even bigger with all the gear on…even better.

Kӧnig blushed furiously under your gaze, flustered as he tore his eyes away from you to look back at his superior, who’s voice was booming around the room.

“Karma!” his voice made you jump, head snapping forward, “You will be taking primary overwatch. The snipers are to follow your command.”

“Yes, sir.” You answered.

Fuck.

“Now, the mission is simple. We will take the trucks down through the mountain pass, and there is a guard under our pay to let us pass without issue on the border. Roze.” Fender spoke, passing the baton to his second in command.

“From there, Contact Team 1 will press west, taking the building from behind. Contact Team 2 will follow after breach, collecting the hostages and running them to the van that is waiting. I will be driving that.”

“The Sniper team will head east, setting up overwatch to take out any stragglers that push through from the breach, am I clear?” Fender finished.

Several voices answered in unison, nods and encouraging looks thrown around the room between comrades.

You only squeezed your gun tighter, teeth sinking into the flesh of your lips.

KorTac was so different to 141.

The journey to missions would be silent, all of you quiet from the weight of what you were about to endure.

But not here.

People were chatting away, making jokes, making plans for the evening as if they were so certain they’d even make it home. It completely terrified you. The only thing keeping you alive was the promise you made to get back to your boys.

No wonder Kӧnig hated it here…so did you.

Somehow, the journey felt like it took forever, but no time at all at the same time. Something wasn’t right, you could feel it deep within you. Even the encouraging texts from the 141 group chat weren’t helping, despite Soap insisting that his flurry of memes was appropriate.

It wasn’t long until you were in position, the front of your body damp from the moisture in the grass surrounding you.

“Karma to Actual, Sniper team in position, waiting on count.” You spoke quietly, nodding to your team to settle.

“Copy that, Karma. Contact Team 1 is on route for your position.” Fender replied.

As soon as he said that, the sound of combat boots connecting with the ground flooded the air around you, legs wading past with guns held high on the target. Your heart skipped as you caught a flash of red and white stripes as Kӧnig moved past you.

He moved swiftly and silently, completely in his element.

Now was the time you’d see him in action; you’d see the crazy that everyone warned you about.

“In position, sir.” He spoke, his accent thick as he whispered into his comms, taking up position in front of the doors.

Moving the scope to settle on him, you peeked through, gasping as you saw he had no weapon at all on him. It was just him and his fists.

They genuinely did just use him as a human battering ram.

“On your count then, soldier.”

You watched him as he took a final breath before his voice flowed in your ear, “Eins…zwei…drei…

Einsetzen! (one…two…three…engage!)”

On cue, the splintering of wood echoed around the trees, and the popping of gunfire and the screams of women followed.

“Okay everyone, on your mark! Let’s clear the way.” You commanded.

One by one, you shot your rifle with ample precision, taking out the AQ soldiers that tried to escape the hands of Kӧnig, and the rest of Contact Team 1.

“This why they call you Karma?” Calisto’s voice sounded.

You let out a laugh, “Indeed it is.”

“Badass!”

As yours and König’s team cleaned out the AQ, contact team 2 made their way in to collect the hostages. That’s when you got the ‘all clear’ to move in, offering any aid needed to the poor victims.

You moved quickly, throwing your rifle over your shoulder as you stumbled down the hill towards the building, your team following swiftly behind you. The doors swung open, and a crowd of dirty and frightened women poured out, Roze pulling up with the van and ushering them in.

It was seemingly over, and you threw a small smile to Kӧnig as he helped one of the smaller girls out of the building. He looked back at you, holding your gaze for a moment, until screams and cries and yells of commands tore your attention away.

Running towards the group with a fully loaded semi-auto was a straggler, the last AQ soldier that had apparently been missed, and he was headed right for Kӧnig and the little girl.

You tossed your gun aside, not even taking a second to think, and ran as fast as your legs would take you towards them.

You ignored every order to stand down, every yell from Fender to fall back.

But no one was as quick as you to react.

You reached them just as the bullets started spraying, the force in which you banged into Kӧnig knocking him to the floor as you scooped the girl in your arms to shield her.

Somehow, you’d managed to save them both from the oncoming assault, but your complete disregard for your own life came to bite back at you as you screamed, a searing, burning pain shooting through your thigh as a bullet struck you.

Roze yelled, reaching for the child as you tossed her forward, falling to the ground when another bullet shot into your back.

Your vest protected you from deadly harm, but the force of the impact had you fall to your knees, landing on your front in a daze.

The rest of the team didn’t even get a chance to unload their own weapons into the enemy, as Kӧnig shot up, tears pricking his eyes as he ran at the soldier, tossing him into the air and bringing him back down over his bent knee.

A sickening crack of bones echoed through the valley, until silence fell, and the only sound was your laboured whimpering in the grass.

Until that wasn’t heard either.

Your body went limp.

And your vision faded to black.

[stanchett]

Hi! I saw your post asking for prompts, so here's one for you, if you'd like. ☺️

Out of all of Nevermore's traditions, Larissa disliked Staff Bonding Nights the most. She preferred to drink her wine alone in her office instead of in a loud bar, thank you very much. But thanks to the new addition to the staff, maybe this time it wouldn't be that bad of an evening...

Here you go!! Thanks for the request, I hope you enjoy!!! :)

I owe a massive thank-you to @pro-weems-places for editing this for me, it was written at 1am and required much revision.

Black and White

Warnings: NSFW, alcohol use

Word count: 3.4k+

Your laptop screen glowed a bright white in your dark bedroom, the seemingly endless stream of emails welcoming you to the Nevermore staff taking up the open tab. The most recent one caught your attention the moment you read the subject line, “Staff Bonding Night at the Weathervane”, written in bold black letters. 

“That could be fun, I suppose...” you pondered to yourself while scrolling through Netflix for something to watch. 

Normally, you were more of an introvert, but you were determined to come out of your shell a bit in light of your new position at the school. You turned in for the night, shutting your laptop and curling up in bed with a nature documentary, unaware of what the following evening would bring.

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The next morning was a bit of a drag as you roamed the hallways of the school, nearly getting lost (again) as it was only your second week. It was still early, about an hour before your class was supposed to start. Rounding a corner, you almost run head-first into Larissa Weems, the stunning principal you’d hardly stopped thinking about since meeting upon your hiring. She gasped in surprise and stepped back from you, clutching her chest while she caught her breath.

“Oh Principal Weems, I’m so sorry! I didn’t see you coming-” you apologized, but a quick wave of her hand dismissed your apology. 

“It’s quite alright, Ms. Y/L/N. Are you lost? You seem a bit turned around.” You blushed at the realization that you definitely were, and nodded in confirmation to her question. 

“Walk with me darling, I’ll show you the way from here,” Larissa offered, and you gratefully accepted. Keeping in stride and making small talk was easy with her, she was so sweet and polite. You wondered if you would see her that evening at the staff gathering. 

“Hey, will you be at the Weathervane tonight? How do those events usually go?” 

Larissa rolled her eyes with a sigh, “Oh yes, that.. I myself am not normally in attendance, but I’ve heard they can be quite fun, according to other staff members. I much prefer my study and a glass of red personally, but to each their own.” 

Your heart sank a bit at her admission, but you tried not to look too defeated. “Why don’t you give it another shot? After all, I’ll be there..” you said in a mock-suggestive tone, secretly hoping she would realize you meant it in a way that wasn’t entirely a joke. 

Just as you delivered your makeshift pickup line, the two of you arrived at your classroom. You stopped at the door and leaned against it with your arms crossed, looking up at Larissa with a challenging look, “What do you think?” 

She chuckled and looked away from you - was she getting flustered? Clearing her throat, she stated, “I’ll think about it. Enjoy your class this morning, Y/N.” And with that, she headed back to her office. You watched her leave for a moment and smiled to yourself, then removed the keys to your room from your pocket. If she decided to show up tonight, you would make sure she had a great time.

By 5 o-clock that evening, you found yourself rushing around to finish getting ready, hopping out of the hot shower to throw on a button-down and some slacks. Leaving a few buttons undone in hopes you would catch the principal’s attention, you put on some light makeup and headed out the door. You hoped beyond hope that Larissa had made up her mind and decided to show. 

After a short drive down the winding road, you parked outside the café and noticed the inside had been completely revamped to reflect a vibe similar to a nightclub of sorts; the tables had been pushed to the edges of the space or removed altogether to make room for a makeshift dance floor, and the overhead lights dimly lit the room in a variety of colors. “Maybe this’ll be more fun than I thought...” you whispered to yourself, glancing in the mirror of your sun visor to double check your makeup before leaving your car. 

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Swinging the front door open, you were immediately greeted by a chorus of hellos from the handful of staff members already inside enjoying themselves, the low hum of dance music hitting your eardrums. 

“Y/N! I’m so happy you showed up! Welcome to our little annual bonding tradition,” Ms. Thornhill exclaimed, quickly looping her arm through yours to guide you to the counter. “Would you like a drink? There’s a full bar and a table of snacks over in the corner, too. You’re welcome to them!”

You smiled your thanks in return, and she patted your back before rejoining a group of teachers by the door. She seemed like the excitable type, which you weren’t really into, but she made you feel included nonetheless and for that you were grateful. 

Peeking past the counter, you spotted Coach Vlad preparing a few drinks. He handed them out, then headed your way with a grin.

“Hey, fresh blood! I’m so glad to see you! What’ll you be having?” 

You thought for a moment before deciding, “Just a Jack and coke for me, Coach. I’m glad I could make it. This place moonlights as a club for you guys, huh?” You jest, leaning on the counter, eager for something to take the edge off your remaining nerves. 

“Oh yeah, the Nevermore staff really knows how to get down,” he joked, gesturing to the dead crowd before you both, all chatting away. He handed you the drink and you took a swig. Strong stuff. You wondered where Larissa could be. Would she really decline your ever-so-convincing offer? 

“I guess Weems doesn’t really ‘get down’ much, does she?” You asked him. His hands were already busy with prepping another drink. 

“Not these days. She hardly shows her face at these events. Not really her style, I gather.” He wandered to the other side of the counter to take some more orders. You took another sip and pulled out your phone, suddenly feeling out of place without someone to really talk to. 

While you were mindlessly scrolling through your social media apps, the group of teachers suddenly went silent, quietly muttering to each other as opposed to the loud conversations they were just having. You look past them and see a flash of silver brush past one of the windows. Was that..?

The front door eased open and you swore you had never seen anyone more beautiful - in walked Larissa, adorned in a silver dress and white elbow-length gloves, her hair done up perfectly. 

Your jaw dropped to the floor and you struggled to keep from staring. She caught your eyes roaming up her figure and strutted her way over to you, politely greeting everyone along the way. It was at that moment you realized the alcohol was starting to hit you, giving you more confidence than you normally possessed. 

Setting your drink aside, you attempted to lean coolly on the counter behind you as she approached. “Fancy meeting you here,” you teased when she reached you, her gloved hand coming to rest on the marble surface next to you, effectively trapping you beside her.

“I suppose I could say the same..” she said, her eyes openly sweeping over you, momentarily coming to rest at your slightly revealing choice of clothing before flicking away to Vlad who was still wearing a look of surprise on his face at her appearance. 

“I’ll have a red, Coach,” she said all too smoothly. Grabbing the wine bottle, he poured her drink with a nod. Her gaze turned back to you, her eyes glistening under the multicolored lights as she regarded you. 

Leaning in, she said in a low voice, “You sure clean up well, Ms. Y/L/N.” 

You were momentarily grateful for the low lighting, positive it hid the blush that quickly rose to your cheeks and shiver down your spine. But you feigned shock at her words, putting a hand to your chest as you retorted, “Principal Weems, are you flirting with me?” 

She raised an eyebrow and elegantly turned to accept her drink, looking you dead in the eye as she took a long sip. You felt a searing heat gather in your lower abdomen. God, this woman is stunning, you thought to yourself. 

“It’s possible,” was all she said. 

There was a sudden clap sounding from the center of the room, an attempt from Thornhill to command everyone’s attention. “Alright everyone, partner up! Let’s get a little dancing in, shall we?” She said with a grin. 

A collective groan passed through the room and she jogged over to you, a huge smile still plastered on her face. “Would you care to join me? It’s your first time here, you have to give it a shot at least!” 

You would feel bad turning her down, so you jokingly rolled your eyes and agreed, Larissa watching your reaction the entire time. She tried to hide her amusement but she was looking forward to this. You swallow the rest of your drink and let Marilyn lead you out onto the dance floor. 

Someone cranked the music up a little higher and you quickly found yourself swaying to the beat, the alcohol in your system doing its job. You were grateful several others ended up taking her up on the offer as well, all of you dancing together to the rhythm. You closed your eyes and lost yourself to the music for a moment, your hips working on their own to keep time with everyone else. Maybe Nevermore really did know how to get down. 

You opened your eyes to see Larissa staring you down from her spot at the bar, her eyes raking over your body while you danced. Without thinking, you reached a hand out to her, wiggling your fingers in the air as a silent signal for her to join you. Tossing the remainder of her wine down her throat, she placed down the glass and stalked over to you, her eyes never leaving yours. She came to stand in front of you, and you boldly placed your hands on her hips. You looked up to catch her eye and confirm that this is alright with her, her only response a sly smirk and a glint of mischief in her eye. 

She began moving her body to the beat in time with you, and you released your hold on her to raise your hands above your head, losing yourself to the music once more. She closely watched your every move, almost hypnotized, like you’d put a spell on her. You turned your back to her and threw her a glance over your shoulder. That was all the invitation she needed. 

Placing her hands on your hips instead, she pulled you against her front for a moment, and you gasped at the contact and her forwardness. You deliberately moved your hips more seductively against her, your intentions becoming infinitely more clear. You knew you couldn’t keep this up in front of your co-workers, so you turned to face her once again as the song ended, tossing your head back with a throaty laugh. 

You looked up to find her smiling down at you, that hint of something more never leaving her glare. You crooked a finger to beckon her down to you, and she quickly leaned down to catch your whisper. “Do you wanna get out of here?” It sounded so cliche, you knew, but in that moment your arousal was almost unbearable. Straightening up again, she nodded in agreement and even in the dim light you swore you saw her cheeks redden. You bit your lip and jerked your head in the direction of the door. 

Waving your goodbyes to everyone in attendance, you passed off the excuse to Thornhill that you were too tipsy to drive in an attempt to avoid suspicion and practically darted out the door, Larissa hot on your heels. Hopping in the passenger side of the school’s van, you waited while the principal buckled up and started the engine. 

“You’re quite the little tease, aren’t you,” she said, her own voice coated in arousal. Her words shoot straight to your core. It was nothing you hadn’t heard before, but it sounded so much better coming from her. Her gloved hand came to rest on your thigh during the drive back to the school, her thumb stroking the sensitive skin. You were ready to hop into her lap just as she pulled into the parking lot, and she quickly cut the engine and got out. 

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Once inside, you let her lead the way back to her quarters, your eyes glued to her backside the entire walk there. She unlocked the door and ushered you inside, locking it behind you both before pressing you against it with her hips. You gasped and looked up at her, her pupils blown so wide you could practically see your reflection in them. 

“Is this what you want?” she asked, making certain you’re on the same page before proceeding.

“God yes,” you breathed out, hands coming to rest on her lower back. 

She wasted no time in leaning down to capture your lips in a bruising kiss, swallowing a deep moan that rumbled from your chest. Her thigh pried your own apart, coming to rest between them and you gasped into her mouth wantonly, your hands grasping her ass. 

“I’ve wanted this from the first time I laid eyes on you,” you husked. 

Her lips worked your neck, making your eyes roll back. “Then that makes two of us,” she whispered, pressing her thigh to your center. 

You let out a breathy moan, your legs threatening to give out. All at once she pulled away to examine her work, her eyes burning into you and you licked your lips in anticipation. 

“Take off your clothes and get on the bed for me.” 

You loved the idea of following her orders. You didn't hesitate, tugging at the buttons of your shirt hurriedly and dropping it to the floor, followed by your pants, leaving you in your matching set of black lace panties and bra. You climbed onto the bed and knelt at its edge, and Larissa turned her back to you, silently prompting you to unzip her dress. 

You took your time in doing so, kissing down her back in the zipper’s wake. You eased the garment off her shoulders and she removed her gloves, tossing them onto a nearby chair. She turned to you to reveal her choice of lingerie; a cream-colored set that complimented her skin tone perfectly. You felt your mouth water at the sight. 

Sitting up on your knees put you at her height at last, and you pulled her into another kiss, this time softer. You passed your tongue over her bottom lip and she granted you entry immediately, a small whimper escaping her throat. You allowed your fingers to tangle themselves in her perfectly pinned-up hair, her own exploring over your body. You arched into her when her fingers found your nipples through your bra, her lips quirking into a playful grin at your reaction. 

“Someone’s eager..” she teased, pinching them experimentally, earning her a gasp from you.

“Lay down for me,” you whispered against her lips. 

With a chuckle she obliged, lowering herself beside you. You quickly took your place between her thighs, placing open-mouthed kisses from her knee up to her inner thighs. Your fingers danced over her core through the fabric, and she shuddered at the contact, spreading her legs further for you. 

“Someone’s eager,” you teased, throwing her own words back at her. 

Larissa covered her face with a giggle, but it quickly turned into a gasp as you finally made contact with her center through her underwear. The heat of your mouth drove her mad with need, and she tugged the offending article off, revealing just how aroused she was for you. A low growl left your chest at the sight and you dove in without a second thought. 

Flattening your tongue against her clit, you finally got a taste of her, and it was well worth the wait. Her sweetness coated your tongue as you devoured her, and you glanced up to watch her writhe beneath your touch. Her back arching as her hands grabbed for anything that would ground her, eventually landing in your hair. Her whimpers were heavenly, you could listen to them all night long. And you planned to. 

Just as her breaths started to quicken, you circled two fingers over her entrance, before easing them into her. She let out a high-pitched moan, and you moaned against her in response, her sounds and the tugging of your hair spurring you on. You began pumping and curling them inside her in time with the strokes of your tongue, and you could tell she was already getting close by the way her walls were tightening around you. 

“Are you gonna come for me baby?” you coaxed, your fingers brushing that sweet spot inside her that drove her wild. 

“Y-yes, I’m- fuck-” 

You could get used to hearing this woman curse. Especially if you were the cause. With a few more gasps and breathy moans, she reached her release, flooding your fingers and mouth with her intense taste. You helped her down from her high before removing your fingers carefully, climbing up beside her and flopping onto your back to catch your breath. 

After a few minutes Larissa wordlessly straddled your waist, lowering her lips to yours to taste herself on your tongue. Whining against her, you squeezed your thighs together for some much-needed friction and she chuckled against your lips. 

“Oh don’t worry, I’m not done with you yet,” she teased, her fingers trailing up your thigh. 

With practiced skill she pulled your panties aside, quickly finding your clit and circling it with featherlight touches. You gasped and bit your lip, the coil inside you already wound tightly. She kissed up your torso, her soft lips finding your hardened nipple through your bra with ease. You leaned up on your elbows and removed it for her, the movements of those damned fingers making it a nearly impossible feat. 

She caught the sensitive peak of skin in her teeth before you could lay down again, causing your head to fall back in pleasure, a desperate whimper leaving you. Her tongue circled it in the same pattern as her fingers below and you felt entranced by her touch. You cupped her cheek, encouraging her to meet your heated gaze.

“I need you,” you all but begged, your cheeks turning pink at the nature of your words. 

“That’s all I needed to hear, darling.” 

Her words in such a low tone nearly drove you over the edge, but as she pressed her fingers into you, it took everything in your power to keep from crying out. A pathetic whine still managed to leave your throat despite your efforts. 

Her digits filled you up in the most delicious way and she knew it. She pumped them slowly, finding the same spot in you as you did in her, massaging it as you fell back onto the mattress. You knew it wouldn’t take you long to finish at this rate, but the sudden ascent toward your orgasm took you by surprise. 

“Larissa.. so.. so close,” you whimpered, your eyes squeezing shut in an attempt to stave it off a bit longer. 

Your hands gripped her shoulders, nails digging in. Your vision gained a few black spots when you opened your eyes again, only to find Larissa’s lustful stare looking back.

“It’s alright dear, I want you to come.” 

Her words sounded delectable in your ear when she whispered them to you, and you couldn’t help yourself when you came undone on her fingers, a moaning mess beneath her. You moved to cover your mouth but her hand caught your wrist, pinning it above you. She wanted to hear you, so you let her. 

Once your pulsing around her slowed, she pulled her fingers from you and looked deep into your eyes as she sucked them clean, groaning at your taste. A smirk played on her features, proud of her handiwork as she regarded your now disheveled demeanor.

“Perhaps I’ll make a habit of going to Staff Bonding Nights.” 

You both burst out in laughter before settling into a comfortable silence, soon after falling into a deep sleep, wrapped up in each other.  

[kuroosdarling]

MERRY CHRISTMAS MY LOVE — ༉‧₊˚.

ft. kuroo tetsuro !

꒰ CONTENTS ꒱ : pregnancy, mentions of being pregnant, — wc : 1k

꒰ NOTES ꒱ : had to do a lil something for my husband for christmas hehe i love this lil fic !! he’s so dumb n cute :/ lol merry christmas to those who celebrate ! <3

“wait, open this.” you hand kuroo one last gift — one that was completely covered in cats wearing santa hats wrapping paper. he raises an eyebrow as he takes it, betrayal and distrust written all over his face.

“what happened to our three gift rule?” his hazel eyes narrow towards you, his thumb already catching on the tape as he discreetly tries to open it. “seems like this would be number four for me.”

“just shut up and open it already.” you roll your eyes. anticipation started bubbling up inside of you. would he be mad? is this what he wanted? is it the right time?

“yes ma’am.” kuroo starts to open the present, his long fingers tearing through the neatly wrapped gift before he gets to the box. he rips off the lid, peering down at the contents and grows very still. your heart nearly stops — not sure how to take his eerie, unnatural silence.

carefully, he reaches down and pulls out the tiniest onesie he’s ever seen, paired with the smallest mittens, socks and littlest hat. he looks up at you, clutching onto the soft fabric with shiny eyes and an unsure smile — one that lingers just beneath the surface because he's scared to let it out and be wrong.

“y-you’re.. y-…” kuroo took a breath, a thousand thoughts running through his head all condensing into 2 words that he couldn’t seem to get out of his mouth.

“wow, kuroo tetsuro speechless?” you tease, running your fingers through his hair as he continues being tongue tied. “now i’ve seen everything.”

“y-you’re pregnant?” he manages to spit out, a fire lit in his eyes as his smile slowly starts to spread across his face.

“yes.” he doesn’t wait another second before he scoops you into his arms as his body shakes with laughter, the sound filling the room before yours mixes into it.

overwhelmed with happiness, he pulls you in for a kiss. it starts with one peck, turning into another, turning into many. between each kiss, he’s babbling about how happy he is, how lucky he feels. each kiss you can feel his smile grow even wider.

“is this real?” he looks at you with little hearts in his eyes, absolutely over the moon that the family he always wanted was coming together. the one he'd dream about since you two first got together. all the late nights he’d spend just wishing for you guys to finally get to this point one day. but he never wanted to push, he was willing to wait as long as he needed to. but the wait was over.

“absolutely.” you caress his cheek. he leans into the touch before another question fires off in his mind and immediately out of his mouth.

“how far along are you?” he pulls back to look into your eyes, his full attention on you.

“about 5 weeks.” you continue playing with his hair again, brushing the fringe from his eyes so you can savor the excitement that dances in them.

“5 weeks!” he laughs again. he nods as he does the math in his head, his movements slowing down as he puts it all together. “damn, so i knocked you up on my birthday?”

“you don’t have to say it like that.” you roll your eyes again, pulling your hands from him so you can cross your arms over your chest.

“no i didn’t-“ he pauses and lets out a breathy laugh. “i’m so happy. this is the best christmas gift— best birthday gift maybe — hell, just the best gift i’ve ever gotten. the fact you’re making my dreams come true, that we get to build this life, this family together, i’ve never been so happy in my life.”

he slowly uncrosses your arms so he can take your hand, placing it over his chest. his heartbeat is beating so quickly that if you hadn’t just given him life altering news, you’d be worried. but you’re absolutely positive yours beats in time with his. and soon, you’ll have another little heartbeat join yours.

“so, it’s okay i got you four gifts this year then?” you smile at him.

“i think i can let it slide.” he smirks, putting your hand down as he gently pushes you down on the couch so you’re laying back. he crawls over you, his head lining up with your stomach.

“what are you doing?” you ask, squirming under him.

“saying hello to our little baby.” he kisses your stomach, murmuring the sweetest coos as he welcomes the idea of your newest family member. “cant wait to meet you, peanut.”

“peanut?” you barely breath out, trying not to disrupt his moment.

“yeah, because they’re as big as a peanut right now.” he said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. he crawls upward, careful not to place any of his weight on you and leans down to give you a soft kiss before nuzzling his nose against yours. “you don’t like it?”

“no, it’s cute. our little peanut.” your hands weave their way through his hair again, tousling it up even more.

“our little peanut.” he repeats, filled with so much love and happiness he can hardly hold it all in.

normally, kuroo never placed much stock into christmas. it had always been a confusing and messy time for him. until he met you, it was just another day in december. and now you’ve completely turned it into a day of wonder, a day of happiness. one he always dreamed of but was too scared to ever wish for it.

the small part of him who always wanted a perfect christmas was growing, and he was so excited that he was going to be able to give his future child everything they ever wanted. and for you to be right by his side made it all better.

“merry christmas my love.” he sighs, leaning down to give you another soft kiss.

“merry christmas tetsu.”

[hiddenfemme]

HONEY PT. 2

Pairing: King Steve Harrington x Female Reader (no use of y/n)

NSFW 18+ - language, p in v, creampie, cheating

A/N: The series will take place after the events in part 2. There will be more character interaction, dialogue, and more happening apart from smut. The first two parts of Honey can serve more as a preface. I’m not sure I liked how this turned out but I’m really ready to get into the actual story. Again, this is short, sweet and hasn’t been proof read.

You were riding Steve in the front seat of his car before he had to pick Nancy up from Barbs. A quick excuse of too much homework and an angry mom a good enough reason for them as to why you couldn’t join.

You had him deep and you were taking him slow. His head was hanging forward, chin on chest, eyes trying so hard to stay open with every drag of your pussy against his cock, watching as all his length disappeared into you over and over again.

“Oh my fucking god, just like that honey.”

His fingers were digging into your fleshy hips, warm breath against your collar bone. Your tits were bouncing in his face, nipples pebbled and sucked raw.

You’d been fucking Steve long enough now to know when he was close. He became more needy, whiney, desperate. Like putty in your hands. Pliable, bendable, and so easy to control.

Your name falls out of his lips repetitively. His pleas too low and airy for you to make out.

“You wanna cum in me Stevie? Wanna to be full of you. Need to be.”

A groan escaped his throat. He loved fucking you like this, with no rush and with every inch. You always took him so well, molding to his fat cock just right. Like you were made for the sole purpose of milking him. He never felt so greedy, never counted down the minutes until he could feel that wet heat squeezing him dumb with anyone else apart from you.

It was only ever with you.

He was gluttonous for your pussy, for that sexy mouth opening wide letting out the most absurd sounds he had ever heard. In real life and in porn. Completely broken for your soft stomach and round ass.

“Yeah I’m going to cum in you honey. Gonna have your belly swollen with me. Fuck, I love you.”

You stopped moving, having him now fully sheathed inside you. Gripping his cock so tight he swore he was going to blow his load right there.

“What?” Your hands were clutching his shoulders, apprehension screwing up your face. Confusion glossing your eyes.

You had known Steve for 12 years. You’d been acquaintances for 5. Good friends for 2 and fucking for 8 months. In all that time he never even said he liked you. Not when you helped him do his hair after he grew it out. Not when you agreed to a double date with Tommy so he could hook up with Jess. Not when you’d complete an assignment for him because he “just didn’t have the time.” Not when you introduced him to Nancy and definitely not when you had him halfway down your throat for the first time. No, you would have remembered that.

It had to be an accident. A slip of the tongue in a moment of wet weakness.

“Honey I need you to move. Need to cum.” He was thrusting up into you. “Fuck, this pussy, oh my god, I could live in this pussy. Love you. Told you I love you. Move for me baby.” He was barley coherent. Drunk on cunt.

Twice. He said it twice.

“You love me?” You couldn’t muster up any shame at how hopeful you sounded. How wrecked, how pitiful. “Stevie y-you really love me?” You question with a roll of your hips. Grabbing the hair at the nape of his neck to lift his head up, to make him say it to you and not your hot slit.

“Shit!” He slammed into you so hard you fell forward, but he chased you. He always chased you. Ass slapping into his thighs so fast you knew you’d be red. “M’cumming, honey. Ugh fuck, take it, take it, all of it.” Each word pronounced with a lazier thrust than the last. His eyes were shut tight. Dick twitching inside of you. Breathing ragged. Hot spurts of cum hitting you so fair in, your eyes crossed. A silent scream of ecstasy barely pushing past your lips. Steve’s arms wrapped around you to ride out his last few pumps as close as he could get to you. Skin on skin. Foreheads pressed together.

“You’re so good to me, honey. So good.”

You don’t know how long you stayed that way . Taking each other in, him petting your head, you fixing his hair. Eye to eye and nervous smiles exchanged back and forth.

Had things changed?

Was he done hiding you?

Was it finally your chance to have your books held, to have his arms wrapped around your shoulders, held close while he laughed a someones joke that wasn’t even all that funny? Would he kiss you on your nose between classes and tell Tommy to stop flirting with his girl?

His girl.

Was it your turn?

He tapped the side of your thigh twice, always an indication for you to finally climb off. When you rose up his dick fell still semi hard and wet against the hair of his lower stomach. The sight almost enough to have you climbing to him from the passenger seat again.

“Fuck I’m late to get Nance. Can you get dressed fast, honey? I don’t have time to drop you off, you can walk right? Didn’t even realize the time, damnit.” He was rambling, throwing his shirt on and zipping his pants up.

“I’m sorry, just we have a movie date and you know they don’t allow time exchanges on the tickets. You get it right?”

You felt heavy all over. Like water was rushing past your ears and filling up your lungs. You gathered your clothes slowly, trying hard to control your movements, afraid he might see your fingers tremble.

Grabbing the handle of the car as soon as your dress was on.

“Yeah Steve, I get it.” You slammed the door harder than you meant to and you didn’t turn around when he called honey out of the window. You just clutched yourself tighter, walked faster and let blinding red rage overtake you when you finally heard him drive off.

Fuck Steve Harrington.

[soaringthroughthegalaxy]

Wash Away the Pain #5 - Crosshair

After being rescued from the Empire's clutches, Crosshair is struggling to heal and adapt to life on Pabu.

Pairing: Crosshair x gn!reader

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: whump, guilt, angst, Cross is prickly (what else is new), reassurance, hopeful ending.

A/N: I was heavily inspired by these gorgeous drawings by @thattoothpick.

This is the last installment in a mini-series where each of our boys get their angsty shower time.

Each can be read as a standalone or as a continuation. Check out the whole series: Echo, Hunter, Tech, and Wrecker.

I'll die on the hill that Cross is still chipped and was lied to by the Empire that it was removed. And that it's effectiveness was all but worn out mid-way through S2.

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The cold water hits him, and, for a moment, Crosshair forgets how to breathe. It feels like thousands of icy pinpricks piercing his skin. The pain, the cold, they remind him that he’s alive.

He escaped.

He was rescued. 

Like a lost child. Or an abandoned tooka. He’s not sure which is worse.

For two months, he’d been free. Two months ago, he’d opened his eyes, still strapped to one of those Maker-forsaken tables in that Imperial hellhole, expecting to see Hemlock or Karr hovering over him. Instead, he’d seen you. Wide eyes that had crinkled with delight, his name falling from your lips.

You shouldn’t have come for him.

The kid? Yes. But him…

He doesn’t turn at the sound of the fresher door opening. He doesn’t need to. Only one person would have the guts to bother him this early in the day.

The warm hand on his back makes him want to flinch, makes him want to pull away. He doesn’t deserve the softness, not after everything he’s done.

You step into the shower, not caring to discard your clothes or bothered by Crosshair’s nakedness – after so long with him and his brothers, nothing was sacred anymore. The cold water makes you hiss, but you push through it. “I can hear you overthinking again.” You murmur, fingers leaving a feather-light trail down the curve of his spine. He’s still too skinny; the few pounds he’d once had took him much longer to regain, no matter how many meals you presented to him.

“Then stop listening.” Crosshair’s reply slides out quickly but lacks the bite it once had, the snark and sneer that had sent countless others running. But never you, the plucky medic assigned to him and his brothers early in the war.

A small smile tugs at the corner of your lips. “Where’s the fun in that?” You tease softly. A low grunt is all you get in return, but you don’t take it to heart. Your gaze flicks up from his back to the scars on his head – the messy web of scar tissue from Bracca and beside it, a thin, straight one, a recent addition from where you’d pried the inhibitor chip out of him.

You’d known none of it was his fault. Known he’d still been under their control.

Crosshair can feel the weight of your gaze on him, and he’s uncomfortable with the attention. “Picture will last longer.” He huffs, knowing he won’t get rid of you easily.

You haven’t said much over the last two months, letting his brothers try and rebuild their relationships with him. It had been rocky at first; a few times, you’d had to physically put yourself between him and Hunter so they wouldn’t start scrapping. You knew they loved one another dearly, but there were a lot of problems to unpack and work through. They were making progress, though, learning to admit they were wrong, compromise, and apologise

But you’d noticed Crosshair was still withdrawn. He’d never been chatty, but he’d never hidden away either - he’d spend days in his room in your shared house on Pabu.

Even sending in Tech – who’d by some miracle survived his fall on Eriadu and had been taken to Tantiss on Hemlock’s orders – hadn’t proved very fruitful.

Now, you suppose it’s your turn. “None of it was your fault.” You start, tone gentle but firm.

“Don’t placate me. I’m not a child.” Crosshair grumbles, rolling his eyes as he draws his arms around himself as if he could shield himself from the conversation.

“No, you’re not.” You sigh. “I get it. I really do. Maker above, Cross, I don’t know where to begin with everything you’ve been through over the last year. But bottling it up, locking us all out, withering away. It’s not healthy.” You feel Crosshair tense under your touch, his shoulders stiffening. The water continues to cascade down, a constant drone almost drowning out the tension in the small space.

“I don’t need your analysis, medic.” He mutters, his voice low and gruff.

You wince at the name. When you’d first joined them, he’d used it mockingly. It was only when you’d persevered and formed a quiet friendship that he’d stopped using it. Choosing not to focus on the little stab of pain from the barb, you press on. “You don’t have to go through this alone, Crosshair. We’re here for you. Your brothers... and me. You don’t have to carry the galaxy’s weight on your shoulders.”

He scoffs, a sharp edge to his voice. “Easy for you to say. You weren’t the one pulling the trigger on innocent people.”

The fresher has a bit of room, and you use it to your advantage. Shifting your stance until you’re standing at his side, body pressed to him, you reach out and snag his chin with one hand, turning his face to meet those hawkish eyes that have recently lost their lustre. “And you weren’t the one doing it willingly. There’s a difference, Cross. The inhibitor chip controlled you. You’re here now, free from its influence.”

He doesn’t protest, so you continue. “You’ve been through hell and come out on the other side. But healing isn’t just physical; it’s mental, too. You can’t keep shutting everyone out.”

His jaw tightens, but he doesn’t retort immediately. The silence stretches, punctuated only by the steady rhythm of water droplets hitting the floor. “I don’t deserve it.” He finally admits, his voice barely audible over the shower.

The vulnerability in his words tugs at your heart, and you realise that breaking through the walls he’s built around himself will take time. You’ve seen him at his lowest, physically and mentally battered, and now the scars on his body are mirrored by the ones etched into his soul. “You’re not some burden we’re shouldering out of obligation, Cross.” You say, your tone unwavering. “You’re family. And family sticks together, no matter what.”

He grunts, the rough sound echoing in the confined space. “Family? I hunted you across the galaxy. No wonder you all left me.”

“That wasn’t you.” You assert, your voice steady. “You were manipulated, controlled. We know that now. Blaming yourself won’t change what happened, but we can work through it together.” You still regret leaving him behind on Kamino twice, not stunning and dragging him onto the Marauder.

He averts his gaze, fighting back the emotions threatening to surface. The vulnerability you’ve glimpsed in him is a crack in his armour - you just need him to remove the rest of it and let you all in.

“We’re not giving up on you.” You declare, your hand reaching out to cup his cheek. His eyes close at the contact, subconsciously leaning into your palm, and your heart aches for how touch-starved he is. “And you shouldn’t give up on yourself either.”

“Accept that you deserve to heal.” You suggest. “You don’t have to carry this burden alone. Let your brothers in, let me in. We’re not here to judge you but to support you.”

The water begins to lose its icy bite as your body becomes numb. Crosshair doesn’t respond immediately, but the tension in his shoulders begins to ease, and you take that as a small victory.

“Maybe.” He concedes, a hint of vulnerability in his voice as he opens his eyes to meet your gaze again.

You smile, a mixture of relief and determination coursing through you. “Maybe is a good start, Cross.” You keep your hand on his cheek, offering silent reassurance. “It’s okay not to have all the answers right now. We’ll figure it out together.”

Crosshair takes a deep breath, a shuddering exhale escaping him as if releasing a burden he’s carried for far too long. “I don’t want your pity.” He mutters, his gaze dropping.

Your thumb brushes along the edge of his tattoo, your touch a grounding force. “You’re not getting pity. You’re getting understanding, support, and a second chance. You’ve been through enough; it’s time to let others in to help you navigate the aftermath.”

He doesn’t argue further, and you both simply stand there for a moment. The silence is no longer heavy with unspoken pain but holds the promise of a shared journey towards healing.

“Come on.” You say, finally breaking the quiet. “Let’s get out of this shower and get some breakfast. Tech is attempting a new recipe, and Wrecker claims he’ll out-eat everyone.”

Crosshair arches an eyebrow. “I’m unsure if that’s a threat or a promise.”

You chuckle, the sound echoing in the fresher. “Knowing Wrecker, probably both. But it’s a distraction, and distractions are good right now.”

He nods in agreement, and together, you step out of the shower, the air hitting your damp skin. As you reach for towels, you catch Crosshair stealing a thoughtful glance in your direction.

“What?” You ask with a slight tilt of your head.

Crosshair hesitates momentarily, feeling a little stupid but wanting to ensure you understand how much this means to him. “Thanks... for not giving up on me.”

You meet his gaze with sincerity. “Never have. Never will.” You state.

Your words touch something in him, a little more weight lifting off his shoulders. “And I’m sorry for…” He makes a vague gesture with his hand, but you know exactly what he’s getting at.

Amusement curls at your lips. Crosshair’s apologies were new, and while he wasn’t particularly good at them, you saw it as growth. “Apology accepted. Call me that again, though, and I’ll snap every toothpick on the island.” You reply, tossing him a clean set of clothes from his cubby with a small smile.

Relieved at your acceptance of his admittedly poor apology, Crosshair notes to keep working on them while gracing you with a small smile. “I don’t doubt that, doll.”

You roll your eyes at the familiar nickname, a sign that perhaps, despite the struggles, a sense of normalcy is slowly returning. As you both start to dress in clean, dry clothes, you can’t help but feel a glimmer of hope that this small breakthrough might be the turning point he needs. The scars may run deep, both physical and emotional, but the shared understanding and unwavering support from family might just be the key to helping him rebuild.

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If You Ever Wanna Fall In Love, If You Ever Wanna Bet On Us, If You Ever Wanna Be My One (I’ll Be Waiting) | Ona Batlle

warnings: so much fluff

word count: 2068

summary: the story of how you fell in love with ona and how ona fell in love with you

chosen song: i’ll be waiting by cian ducrot

a/n: bonus chapter 5 of you were bigger than the whole sky (you were more than just a short time)

Ona seems nervous as she leads the way to her house, which is a short walk from the bus stop.

You had never been there before but when Ona invited you over for lunch, there was no way you were going to say no.

You had only known the brunette for two weeks but you had quickly learnt that it was almost impossible for you to say no to her. Plus you would never miss an opportunity to spend more time with her.

The twelve year old defender’s very good at making you laugh and you feel entirely comfortable with her. You like her.

‘We’re here.’ Ona softly says.

Ona’s house is a nice one and as she opens the door, you realise that it’s homey and obviously well lived in.

It makes sense that Ona would live here because her house feels warm and welcoming, exactly like how Ona feels to you.

‘It’s lovely Oni.’ You genuinely tell her.

Ona practically beams, ‘Come on, I’ll introduce you to my mother.’

Ona takes your hand in hers and guides you to her kitchen, where her mother is making tapas.

She greets you with a warm smile and immediately says, ‘Hi. You must be the friend my daughter is always talking about.’

‘Mama.’ Ona protests, her cheeks flushing.

Even the tips of her ears are red and you laugh.

‘Hola Mrs Batlle.’

‘Hola. And none of that Mrs Batlle nonsense please, it makes me feel old. You can call me Mama or Mami, whichever you prefer because I have a feeling that Ona here, will be bringing you around a lot.’

By then, Ona’s as red as a tomato and she disappears from the kitchen, mumbling something about setting the table.

Ona’s mother laughs, before looking you up and down.

‘You need some feeding. Look how skinny you are, don’t your parents feed you? Come on, sit down and eat this.’

She hands you a plate of food, practically shooing you out into the dining room.

******

You don’t say anything, simply sitting down next to your fourteen year old girlfriend and taking her hand in yours. (even at fourteen, she has a tendency of getting too far into her own head).

You squeeze it tightly and Ona inhales sharply.

Leaning closer to her, you murmur, ‘Onita I know you’re blaming yourself for that own goal. I’m not going to tell you to stop because I know you better than that. But I just want you to remind you that you are an amazingly talented defender and that no one else is blaming you. It’s only halftime and we still have another forty five minutes to make a difference.’

It’s a small stolen moment in the crowded locker room where your coach is giving a loud halftime speech. The air stinks of sweat and it couldn’t be a less romantic moment but it’s the one where Ona realises she’s in love with you.

******

‘Hola Mami. Is Ona home?’ You say as you walk into the kitchen of Ona’s home.

Ona’s mother greets you with a tight hug.

‘Sí. I think she’s having a nap.’

You laugh. Fifteen year old Ona had recently discovered that naps after training sessions are a good idea.

‘She’ll probably be asleep for a few more hours so sit down and I’ll fix you a plate.’

You begin to protest her generosity but she gives you a knowing look.

‘You only went home to shower after practice didn’t you? You haven’t eaten yet.’

Ona’s mother takes your silence as an answer and she starts taking out leftovers from the fridge so that she can warm them up for you.

‘Thanks Mami.’

‘You’re welcome.’ She hums and kisses your forehead maternally.

******

When you’re done eating, you wash your plate despite Ona’s mom telling you that you didn’t have to.

Then you head up to your girlfriend’s room.

The brunette is all wrapped up in her comforter, clutching her stuffed cheetah close.

You giggle softly, walking over and pressing a kiss onto her cheek.

Ona doesn’t even stir so you pull the comforter back slightly and slip in behind her.

Her twin bed is cramped with the both of you in it but it lets you be closer to her so you have no complaints.

Gently, you drape an arm around her waist and settle yourself down for a nap.

******

Ona wakes to find you curled into her and she smiles.

‘I don’t know when you got here but I love that you’re here.’

She happily runs her fingers through your hair, adjusting herself so that she’s able to tuck your head under her chin. The defender easily puts her stuffed cheetah aside in favour of holding you.

Ona is looking at you with complete adoration when her mother quietly knocks on her door before opening it.

‘Oh you two are so cute.’

Ona grins, ‘I don’t know about me but mi novia is plenty cute.’

Ona’s mother laughs.

‘Well do you know if she’s staying for dinner?’

The brunette thinks for a moment and then nods, ‘Probably. She said her parents won’t be home until late and I’ll feel better if she ate with us instead of alone at her house.’

‘Okay.’

The older Spaniard makes to leave but pauses.

‘Ona?’

‘Yes Mama?’

‘You look at her like she’s your whole world. When are you going to tell her you’re in love with her?’

‘Mama!’ Ona starts but as her mother raises an eyebrow, she sighs.

She looks at you for a moment before looking back up at her mother.

The fullback keeps her voice soft, not wanting to wake you, ‘Not yet. I can’t tell her yet. We’ve only been dating less than a year and I don’t want to scare her off.’

Ona’s mother chuckles, ‘Have you seen the way she looks at you? Ona, she’s completely in love with you too.’

The brunette blushes and whispers, ‘I hope so. I really do.’

******

After you and Ona exchange your first I love yous, it’s like Ona can’t stop (and you hope she never does).

You may have admitted your love for her first but she is just (if not more) eager to make sure that you know she loves you too.

She tells you she loves you every chance she gets and your heart never fails to skip a beat whenever she does so.

‘I love you.’ She says now, pressing a little kiss to the skin just below your ear.

You shiver and she repeats the action, whispering another soft, tender, ‘I love you.’

Aitana gags, ‘You guys, not here!’

******

‘You came!’

Ona leans up on her tiptoes so that she can kiss you. She had sprinted right over to the stands as soon as the whistle had blown, not bothering to celebrate the important win with the rest of the Barcelona B team. (she celebrates with you before she turns to her family, much later but her parents aren’t mad, knowing how much you mean to her. her mother is in fact too busy taking photos of the both of you to even think about it).

‘Of course I did.’ You whisper, smiling at the sight of your sweaty sixteen year old girlfriend who had just played a brilliant ninety minutes.

Ona gently pushes you back to make some space so that she can climb over the barrier.

She does and she’s extra cautious not to accidentally bump into you, not wanting to hurt you any further.

Your persistent foot injury had been keeping you from playing and that had been getting you down recently.

Ona had been trying her best to comfort you but she felt like the fact that she had been playing regularly while you weren’t was making you upset.

The brunette carefully kisses you again and you frown.

‘Oni why are you holding me like I’m going to disappear?’

Ona’s hands squeeze your waist and she hugs you, being mindful of the walking boot you had on again.

‘I-I didn’t think you were going to come.’ She admits.

She hadn’t dared to text you prior to the game, not wanting to rub salt into your obviously painful wound.

Her words leave you confused but you answer her anyway, ‘Why wouldn’t I come Ona? This is a big game for you and if I can’t be on the field with you, I want to be your WAG. I’m here to support you and our teammates. Mostly you though.’

You lower your voice to a whisper for the last sentence, a teasing smile tugging on your lips.

‘I didn’t think I could love you more. But I do. I love you so much.’ Ona earnestly says.

‘Well I love you so much too.’ You promise, hugging your girlfriend tightly.

‘Never doubt that you are important to me mi amor. I’m always going to support you.’

The brunette sniffles, pushing her face into your neck and placing a short kiss there.

That is the first moment Ona realises she’s going to love you for the rest of her life.

******

Sitting up, you happen to glance at the clock on your bedroom wall.

‘Ona? It’s six already!’

Ona looks up from her textbooks, her eyes wide as she realises you’re right.

‘Joder.’

Hurriedly, she starts putting her school work back into her bag and you help her collect all her things to make sure she hasn’t forgotten anything.

‘Gracias mi amor.’ Ona pecks your cheek quickly, rushing out of your room.

She was supposed to have left your house at five forty five because her grandparents were coming over for a family dinner but obviously she had not been keeping track of time.

You laugh, just thinking about the flustered expression on your seventeen year old girlfriend’s face as you straighten the covers on your bed.

Making your way to your front door, you lock it. Through the little window, you can see that it’s started raining.

You’ve just taken out your phone to text Ona, to wish her a safe trip home when there’s a series of loud knocks on your door.

You check the peephole and are startled to see your completely drenched girlfriend on the other side.

Opening the door, you begin, ‘Ona hey-’

She presses her lips to yours before you finish your sentence.

When she pulls away, she tenderly tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

‘Bye.’ She breathes.

Ona takes a step back into the rain, her nearly waist length hair plastered to the sides of her face.

‘Onita what?’ You shake your head in confusion, a little smile gracing your face as you look at the soaked brunette.

Ona shrugs lightly, ‘I forgot to give you your goodbye kiss. I love you mi amor but I’ve really got to go. I am so late. Bye!’

Your girlfriend blows you a kiss before running back up the street to the bus stop.

Giggling, you watch her till she’s out of sight.

It occurs to you as you go back inside, that for the rest of your life, she’s the one you’re going to be in love with.

******

The rest of the world finds out that the two of you are in love with each other when Manchester United uploads their newest The Tour View vlog.

Both of your social medias frequently feature each other and neither of you are afraid to let the fans know how much you love each other. If a curious fan were to scroll down, they would see that from the very beginning of the two of you’s Instagram presence, there were posts about each other.

During the three, almost four year break, Ona had not taken down any of your posts together. You had but right after you and Ona got back together, you’d unarchived all of them.

But it’s that one YouTube video that blows up.

In the short clip filmed by Millie during the flight, you’ve got your head resting on Ona’s shoulder as you sleep.

Millie zooms in on the both of you with the camera and Ona can be seen gently pressing a kiss onto the side of your head.

When Ona mouths an ‘I love you’ to further convey her affection, the English woman can be heard saying, ‘And over there we have United’s one and only couple. Look how disgustingly in love they are.’

Spanish Translations:

hola - hello

sí - yes

mi novia - my girlfriend

joder - fuck

gracias mi amor - thanks my love

[yona049]

𝐒𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Part 2

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𝘿𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙧!!!

𝗜 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀! 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝗶𝘀 𝗲𝘅𝗰𝗹𝘂𝘀𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗹𝘆 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝗗𝗖 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗰𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝘄𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝗗𝗖! ^○^

Warning!!

>poison

>joker Toxin

>slight nightmare

>drowning maybe?

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Y/n woke up with the warmth of the sun on her cheek. When she groaned and sat up, rubbing her eyes, she stood up as she normally would. Slowly with heavy eyes she walked out of the bedroom and into her apartment kitchen, not noticing her winded hair and smudged make-up.

Opening the fridge Y/n was welcomed with cold air, she took the milk from the fridge door before finally stopping dead in her tracks.

She suddenly felt a presence from behind her tickling the hairs on her neck. "What the-" she dropped the milk carton and spun around to face whoever was in her house but to no avail. There was no one in her apartment. No one to be seen diving into a hiding spot or charging at her.

Y/n stood still for a second before looking down at her hands. 'What happened last night?' How did she get all the way back to her apartment in Metropolis? She wondered.

She ran her fingers through her hair trying to think about what happened. She remembered going up the fire escape to get her exclusive with the Batman. But after that, she wasn't sure? Only flashes of green gas and a burning on her lips.

She walks back to the bedroom, careful and unsure. Taking hesitant steps, like she had to be vigilant. She delicately takes her phone from the bed side table and plops back onto the bed. 'If I really saw the batman yesterday, I would've taken a picture of him. I know it!' she scrolls through her gallery for a minute before sighing and shaking her head. "Nothing!" she laughs out loud. "Of course! My head made up some dream of me seeing the 'Great Batman' just to get me excited for a damn promotion." she bonks herself on the head and sighs.

'What an idiot. I probably just got onto the Ferry back home and passed out tierd on the bed.' she thought to herself. Before looking at the time.

"OH-! I'm late!!" she nearly stumbles over her own feet grabbing her bag. "Shoes! Shoes! Shoes!" she scrambles to find her shoes she wore yesterday not even bothering with a fresh outfit.

"Screw it! I'll find them later!" she hurries to find a pair of old sneakers and slips them on before dashing out the door, heading to the Daily planet.

A rushed drive and the entirety of a can of arm spray later, she arrived at the bottom of a big shiny building. At this point she took a break, out of breath. "Great! Now I have a headache brewing!"

She groans out loud, rubbing her temple.

"Y/n? You ok?" a delightful voice brings Y/n to look up and smile.

A light blue flannel wearing Clark Kent looks at her with two cups of coffee in his hands. He holds one out to her before she takes it with a great full groan.

"Holy shit, glasses! You're a life saver!" she takes a sip before chugging some more.

Clark chuckles at her with his golden retriever smile. "Careful, it's hot you know!"

Y/n doesn't say a word and only growls in a playful way. After a long elevator ride, they finally get to the office and Y/n flops onto her desk before clutching it dramatically.

"Oh sweet, low budget white plastic desk, I missed you!" she jokes and finally sits up.

"How are you feeling, Y/n?" Clark looks at her intently.

"Well! I have no interwiew with Batman and two ferry tickets shy in my bank account. So... Ok?" she laughs and starts unpacking some notebooks and files out of her bag and onto her desk.

Clark scrunches his eyebrows, worried. "No, I mean. How are you feeling, health wise? Any nausea? Coughing?"

Y/n stops to look up at Clark before she starts thinking. Actually, she hadn't had a second to think about how she felt. Other than the headache she felt perfectly normal. She smiles and puts her hand across the desk onto Clark's hand.

"I'm fine Clark. I promise it's just a headache. And contrary to how I look, you can't prove I overslept!" she giggles through her words.

"Ok..." he trails off. "But you'll tell me if you start feeling bad, right?"

Y/n looks at him with a confused look before nodding slowly.

"Sure, but why do you care for my health all of the sudden-"

"Clark!?" A loud voice interrupts her. In walks the head chief and editor of the daily planet, Perry White.

His eyes dart around before he finally spots Clark at his desk.

He snarls "Where are those reports?! I've been waiting for them since yesterday! Not a call or a word from you!"

Suddenly glasses looks flustered again before scurrying to grab some papers. "Sorry sir! I was-"

Again Clark is interrupted by his obnoxious voice. "My office! Right now!" Mister White spins on his heel and marches back into his office.

Clark follows quickly behind before glancing back at Y/n. She gives him a smile and a thumbs up, only for him to smile back and continue into the office.

The door closes and Y/n gives a worried look before looking down again. Papers scattered everywhere, but just as she started tidying up, Lois Lane calls.

"Y/n! Could you grab me file 27 from the filing room?" she smiles from one of the other desks. Her black hair and shining purple eyes. Y/n smiles and nods. Knowing Glasses liked her, she should like Lois too. Right?

"I'll go grab it! I need to grab some files too!" Y/n yells back as she walks off.

Walking through the long white hallway, turning right into the file room. 'Ugh, why don't we have this on digital yet?' she wonders as she opens a drawer and flips though files.

Y/n takes her time looking for the file with all her info on the Batman when her head takes a spin. She falls back a little bit before grabbing her head. "What the heck?" she mutters.

Taking a second to lean against the wall, Y/n tries to regain her balance. "Must be blood suger or something?" she laughs before suddenly stopping.

In the corner of the room one of the file cabinets slam shut. Y/n stands back up and looks around the small room. "Hey! Careful you're gonna... Break it..?" her voice turns unsure when she doesn't see anyone.

Again that chilled feeling runs up her spine and she spins around. This time there was something. A black smudge as something dives into a hiding spot.

"HEY! This isn't funny!" she growls making her way towards the hiding spot. Once she turns a corner, she slams into another file cabinet that wasn't there before.

For some reason an uncontrolled giggle escapes her lips. She stares at the cabinet before some black liquid starts seeping out.

Y/n backs up, but insted of a scream she starts laughing uncontrollably. A feeling of needing to laugh puppeteered Y/n to a point of maniacal laughter.

The black liquid quickly filled the room and Y/n stumbled towards the door. Once she got to where the door should have been she stood laughing at a blank wall. The liquid quickly reached her thighs leaving her to trudge though the thick substance.

Y/n held her thoat, Trying to ease the laughter enough for her to catch her breath. This didn't work. Her stomach started to hurt and just as she thought that was the worst of her problems she stopped, something grabbed her foot and was making its way up her leg pulling her down.

She started laughing even harder trying to scream for help. Only ended up with a small help though a constant stream of laughter.

"No- Haha! Help! Ha!" tears filled her eyes as inky hands grabbed her clothes and hair, pulling her down into the still rising substance.

With an open laughing mouth. The thick liquid filled her lungs effortlessly before her yes roll back into the back of her head.

All was dark for a moment, filled with a white noise.

Finally a light brings Y/n's limp body back to reality. She was layed back on a bed with a bright shining light from above. She was conscious to a certain amount, but her limbs refused to move.

A man stood above her with green skin accompanied by glossy red eyes. Y/n could immediately recognize as Martian ManHunter member of the justice league she'd been studying so closely.

"I've telepathically isolated her mind from whatever is trying to break it. However you need to alert Batman. He should be made aware of this." The Martian starts talking in a plain tone.

"No, he's got his own problems to deal with in Gotham. This is a Metropolis problem. I'll deal with this myself.

A delicate hand is placed onto Y/n's forehead. " She's safe now. "

Feeling at ease she slowly starts to drift off again. As she does she hears the last few words from the Martian.

"Kal-El, I'm afraid this threat is beyond your reach."

[zaeliaeve]

𝓡𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓕𝓵𝓪𝓶𝓮 [𝓚.𝓜] 𝟏𝟖+ Chapter 5

DISCLAIMER: 18+ ONLY!!! MINORS DNI

WARNINGS: mentions of power dynamics, daddy kink, oral sex, and squirting.

Life inside the firm was changing.

Bianca had spent almost every moment there beside Jude these days, partially because she had to since they shared a desk, but also because they had been getting along well so she didn't mind at all.

It was a nice distraction from Kylian, for whom she had decided that needed space from. Distantly knowing he had a girlfriend was one thing, but to see it in front of her face was a whole other. He told Camille he loved her knowing he just had sex with Bianca and she was scared to death underneath his desk, and then in that same conversation with Camille seemingly wanting to work things out.

It was too overwhelming.

She decided to just say nothing and pretend nothing happened, ignoring Kylian's attempts to reach out. There were texts sent throughout the days and calls made, but she didn't answer any of them no matter how badly she wanted to.

KM: I know I fucked up I'm sorry Bianca

KM: I had to defuse the situation, my feelings for you have never changed

KM: Bianca I promise I never meant to hurt you, things are just complicated

KM:  Please just give me the chance to explain myself and then I promise I'll leave you alone after if that's what you want.

KM: I miss you

Reading Kylian's pleas broke her heart. Bianca wanted nothing more than to answer back and scream at the top of her lungs that she missed him too, but she knew that it was a horrible idea. The moment they would speak again, she knows she would be like putty in his hands all over again.

In her mind, she wondered, does he miss me or does he miss the sexual fulfillment?

There was an odd gray area of What is this? What could it ever even be? Had it been only sex for him?

It was testing seeing his face every day and having to hold strong. Kylian would leave longing glances as he walked past but she would pretend that she was suddenly busy with work. His face would appear in her dreams every night and she thought about him most mornings.

Kylian was inescapable. There was no one that would understand her situation so she was forced to just suck up the pain and just hoped it would go away with time, but luckily there was someone interesting around to brighten up her days.

Jude Bellingham is objectively likable.

The British native is young, polite, ambitious, and easy on the eyes; which makes for a magnetic personality that everyone was drawn to. He offered a new perspective that was well-needed as things began to become stale around the office. The higher-ups loved him, always stopping by at the front desk just to chit-chat about football or ask him how his day was.

Even Sergio Ramos liked him, and Sergio didn't like anyone besides Leo. He was the shiny new toy, and everyone wanted a turn to play with him.

There was something about Jude that absolutely irked Kylian to his core. Maybe it was what Kylian deemed Jude's obnoxious accent, or what he called his kiss-ass personality but each time he saw him, he only liked Jude less.

Perhaps it started when Kylian had gone to the front desk with donuts in an attempt to speak to Bianca again after she's ignored every one of his calls and texts for three days straight.

Kylian clutched the pink box full of powdered pastries in one hand while the other opened the front door, instantly revealing boisterous laughter and pained squeals. Kylian froze in his place when he saw Bianca practically straddling Jude facing away from the door, only a mere two inches away from each other's faces.

"Fuckin' hell Bianca" Jude winced, fingernails digging into her sides.

Bianca's giggles grew louder as she pulled her hand away, twinkly metal tweezers in hand. "I'm sorry that one was right in the middle so I had to get it!" Her thumb soothed the spot that she just plucked from.

"I better look like Idris Elba when you're done."

She shook her head and brought the cold metal back up to his eyebrows. "You'll look even better. Stay still this time or you'll go home with bald 'brows" He could hear the smile in her voice.

Kylian felt like a creep staring at them but he couldn't stop. The way Jude was clutching her like she was his and making her laugh like a schoolgirl caused stinging in Kylian's chest. His nostrils were flared and he was gripping the box so hard he hadn't even noticed it was now dented and crushed.

Jude's eyes eventually caught Kylian's and his chair moved back almost causing Bianca to fall backwards. "Good morning, Mr. Mbappé" He tried to regain his composure, hand catching Bianca's back to steady her and spin her around.

She looked like a deer caught in headlights, her large eyes wide and thick eyebrows raised. "Good morning, sir." There wasn't a hint of anything but professionalism in her voice no matter how hard Kylian analyzed it.

Kylian ignored the duo's greetings and tossed the disfigured box in front of Bianca before heading to the elevators in a discombobulated rush. He could have sworn he heard Jude whisper to Bianca faintly "What a dickhead."

Events like that only kept happening.

Kylian waltzed into the breaking room after a long meeting, head pounding after the hours of discussion about crunching numbers without break. He swore he never wanted to look at another calculator again, or at least for the next hour.

By this time usually, the break room was filled with people grabbing snacks or coffee, but it was surprisingly empty. The silence provided a needed serene peace for Kylian after the day he had. A loud creaking broke his calmful state, only to be even more annoyed when he saw who it was.

Jude entered first with Bianca just behind him, both of them holding the same design of takeout bags, clearly ordering from the same place. He was off to the side so he wouldn't be surprised if the pair haven't noticed him.

They sat at the small table and laid out their food in platters. Kylian tried not to watch this time, keeping his eyes concentrated on his almost full container of yogurt. "Damn, this has broccoli in it" Jude sighed as he looked down at his rice.

Bianca leaned her head forward to get a peak at the paper plate to spot the green vegetable. "You don't like broccoli?"

Jude took the plastic fork and started picking out one of the many pieces of broccoli "Don't like isn't a strong enough word-"

"That's two words."

"-Whatever. Either way, I hate it."

Bianca picked up her plate and held it out to him. "Do you want mine? I like broccoli so it's kind of a treat for me."

Jude took her plate and slid his over to her in exchange. "I should have guessed you'd like broccoli, nerd."

His tone became serious for a moment. "Thank you though that's very kind of you, Bee."

She smiled genuinely at him before digging her fork into the rice.

Kylian's voice broke them out of their own world as he stood up, his chair squeaking against the floor. "How cute." He didn't mean for it to come out as sarcastic as it did.

Bianca's lips downturned and her eyes fell into her lap. "Oh hello I didn't see you Mr.Mbappé. How are you?" Jude's grinned at the Frenchman.

"You two are always together these days. Are you guys dating?" Kylian tried to keep his tone casual, but he had to force the sentence out of his teeth.

Now it was Bianca's turn to storm out, leaving her vegetable rice behind on the table. Jude's upper lip rose and his eyebrows knitted together with confusion as the door shut behind her quietly. There was an awkward silence for a moment while Jude packed up the leftover food.

"I think I should go see what's bothering her. Have a good lunch sir" He was off, taking the plastic bags with him as he left.

Kylian let out a heavy sigh and threw away the rest of his yogurt.

Stalking any of your or ex-romantic interests accounts is never a good idea. There is nothing you can find that will bring you satisfaction, especially if you go in looking for the bad things. The things you know will hurt you.

Bianca knew this was an especially dumb idea seeing as Kylian had a whole life outside of her, but she couldn't stop herself as her thumbs typed in his name into the search bar. Shockingly he was public and held a normal following of about a thousand followers.

The most recent picture was of him and his brother at what appeared to be a football match with the caption Good times with my bro @ EthanMbappé *french flag emoji.*

Kylian looked relaxed, like the stress of his life had taken the day off as he sat with his brother on the sidelines, teeth showing and sunglasses up showing the reflection of the flash of his camera.  Bianca found herself smiling as she scrolled to the next picture.

The next photo was of him and Ariella dated to the fall set outside a classroom with Ariella clinging onto her dad as he held her with a big grin in contrast to her pout. The caption read So hard to say goodbye to ma coccinelle *heart emoji*

Bianca clicked on the comments to see the first one was Camille, followed by his mother and another random account whom she assumed was his friend. Camille wrote a simple My loves!!!

She felt bad for laughing when she noticed Kylian hadn't responded to the comment but responded to his friends.

Bianca somehow ended up on his mom's page scrolling through their Christmas photos. She held the phone in one hand while she took a sip of her poorly made horchata in the other and when she set the drink back down, she dropped the phone flat on its face.

Her first reaction was to cringe and hope the screen was not shattered, but when she picked it back up it was far worse. On Kylian's comment saying he loves his mother, there was a highlighted red heart showing she liked it somewhere in the process of the phone falling.

Bianca screamed and slapped her hand to her mouth, quickly unliking the comment. There was a thick silence amongst herself as she sat in shock, quietly praying that he has his notifications off.

Things stayed stagnant for the next hour, Bianca paced around her living room hoping that he would never notice. Her heart nearly jumped out of her chest when she heard the familiar Whatsapp notification.

Bianca was horrified to check the app but she knew she had to.

KM: Stalker ;)

She held her face to the pillow as she let out a long wail, her face burning with shame. Maybe it was the embarrassment or maybe she just outright missed him but no matter the reason the responded within five minutes.

B: I could say the same for you

Before Bianca could leave the app he was typing again.

KM: You're deflecting

KM: Just say you missed me too

At that moment nothing else mattered, no other distraction or person between them was stopping her as read his texts.

B: Maybe just a little bit

KM: You're so cute

KM: Do you have some free time? We should talk about everything

B: I think the real question is do you have free time?

KM: I'll be there in an hour let me take care of some things

Bianca rushed out of her bed like a bat out of hell. All of her efforts for the past week have gone to the wayside as she jumped into the shower and prepared like she was going off to war, smothering herself in every fancy soap, cream, and glitter she could.

There was enough time for her to take time to really prepare how she wanted to in hopes of wanting to impress Kylian. She had managed to get ready with a spare five minutes but she sat waiting for twenty before Kylian had texted her again.

KM: I'm outside

Three knocks proceed the text.

Bianca walked over to the door unsure of what to expect, but when she opened the door she was greeted by a comfortably dressed Kylian sporting a black Valentino hoodie with matching sweatpants. She wasn't sure how to approach him so she just kissed both of his cheeks in a neutral greeting.

He stopped to take off his white sneakers at the doormat while Bianca shut the door behind him. "You smell good, ma belle" he noted as he stepped onto her carpet.

"Thank you, so do you."

That was an understatement. Just smelling his familiar strong cologne made her press her thighs together. It was hypocritical to think that he possibly wanted her just for her body when all she can think about is getting on her knee's from him, but it was hard not to when he stood there in the flesh looking finer than ever in his sweatsuit.

They walked over to her couch and sat beside each other but their bodies leaned so they could face each other. "Sorry about being a little late I had to finish speaking with Ibrahimovic about-"

Bianca couldn't focus, only watching his mouth move but not processing his words. She swung her leg up across his lap and rubbed slowly, hoping to get her point across. "You little brat you aren't listening to me" Kylian's hands found her leg and guided her.

"I am listening to you." She lied, sitting up so she could use her palm instead.

Kylian grew underneath her hand, the thick material of his pants not shielding his excitement. "Ahh- as much as I wanna do this we have a lot of things we have to discuss princess" He couldn't stop himself from bucking up into her touch.

Bianca's hand froze and her lower lip pouted out as she batted her long eyelashes at him. "Can't we talk about it after Daddy?"

His eyes darkened as he leaned forward to crash his lips onto hers roughly, tongue slipping into her mouth when she gasped. Butterflies erupted in Bianca's stomach as Kylian lightly sucked on her tongue teasingly.

Bianca could feel the puddle pooling between her legs and wanted relief so she crawled onto Kylian's lap. "So eager tonight" he mumbled as he trailed his kisses down into her neck.

She winced loudly as a sharp pain stung her neck, Kylian's teeth biting into the corner of her skin. Kylian sucked harshly until Bianca was whining and clawing at his back. He pulled back with a smile on his face, pressing another quick kiss to the wet spot. "Perfect."

Kylian's thumb grazed over the forming bruise and Bianca slapped his shoulder softly. "Did you give me a hickey?" She asked with disbelief, eyelids low.

"Wanted to remind you that you're mine."

Bianca was so pleased with his response that she didn't even want to break down the irony or think about the repercussions.

She lifted up her shirt so that he could have better access to her body and Kylian wasted no time undoing her bra. Kylian cupped her breast as he bit above her nipple, teeth sinking down into the soft skin to leave another mark. "All mine." He muttered against her.

His knees sunk into the couch further as he sat up to take his hoodie off, him now wearing a plain white shirt. Kylian stripped that off too before he turned his attention to fully undressing Bianca.

Bianca's hips rose as he tore her underwear off, stroking his neck as he left bites all down her body to her stomach where he started to become more careful and sweet, licking and caressing at her curves. "All yours." She repeated back to him as he get lower.

Kylian seemed to be on a mission as he parted Bianca's legs and kissed up her thighs until he reached her  wet center. He licked a long stripe before delving deeper inside, nudging at her clit with his nose.

He teased her for a very short bit, licking everywhere besides where she needed it most. Bianca was whimpering and grasping at the cushions for support. She couldn't take it anymore and squeezed her thighs closer to his head.  "Need your big dick inside Daddy" she cried, the heels of her feet digging into his bare back.

Kylian shook his head and lapped at her clear juices, causing her to squirm around from oversensitivity "t-too much" she mewled as she gripped his short hair.

He pulled his head up only enough to hover over her clenching hole. "You've been bad, mon bébé. Now you gotta take your punishment like a good girl."

Bianca was practically drooling at his words, bracing herself for whatever he wanted."Yes, daddy."

"You listen so well for me"

His mouth attached to her clit, gently sucking to ease her into it. Bianca's thighs shook as he began to hallow his cheeks against the sensitive bud,  causing tears to well up in her eyes.

Kylian's tongue circled as he continued slurping, groaning at the sweetness of her on his tastebuds. Bianca couldn't stop the tears from falling down her cheeks, the pleasure at a new height. "Haaah daddy, yes!" she practically screamed.

He was enjoying every moment of this, eyes opening to watch her face contort from the overstimulation. Her tears of happiness only caused him to go faster, adding two fingers into her hole when he felt she was ready for it.

His long fingers scissored inside of her at a steady pace making lewd notices as he pushed the slick liquid back into her. The entire room was loud between Bianca's pleading moans and the sound of Kylian gulping at her sopping folds. He began grinding against the couch, his own body throbbing for him to be inside of her.

Bianca's hips were rocking in time with his smooth pink tongue, spreading her mess all over Kylian's face who licked up every ounce he could.

Kylian felt her swollen organ tighten more rapidly signaling she was already close. Bianca was a  mess above him, shoving her fingers in her mouth in an attempt to subdue herself but failing. The strange pressure had built up once again and Bianca now understood what it meant.

"I think I'm g-gonna-" She stopped to let out a scratchy moan, unable to hold back any longer.

Kylian didn't stop pumping his fingers deep inside of her but he did pull his mouth away to stick his tongue out in order to catch the shooting liquid. "Daddy, daddy fuck oh fuck" she babbled out, grinding against his fingers.

He drank up the liquid like it was water, delving back into her wet heat to catch the last of it he could while she rode out her orgasm on his fingers, shaking and squeezing around his thick digits.

Bianca's screams quieted and Kylian pressed one last long kiss to her clit before getting up and enveloping his tongue into hers, sharing her taste with herself. Bianca wrapped her arms around his neck as they swapped their spit back and forth in a kiss. "Do you taste yourself, princess? Do you see why I'm addicted?" He asks as he sticks his coated fingers in her warm mouth.

She hummed around them in agreement and bobbed her head against the shiny skin. "I want to be the only one doing this to you. You want that too don't you, baby?" Kylian took his slimy fingers out to squeeze her cheeks together.

Bianca couldn't get out anything, only a quick nod. "We'll figure this all out. One day it'll be just us." He yanked her face to his for another sloppy kiss before grabbing her naked body and placing her on the floor in front of him.

"Open your pretty mouth for Daddy."

It felt like a dream, like what he was saying was too good to be true. Just them?  It's everything she wants to hear.  All she wishes for is him in any capacity she can take and it only feels more true right now.

Bianca wondered to herself how she could go days without speaking with him and vowed to never do it again if possible. 

The two of them went on until Kylian spilled his seed down her throat, praising her for being so good to him. Bianca was in pure bliss as she gulped him down, only pulling up when Kylian told her to.

They cleaned up and nestled together on the couch in a blanket, some random movie in French playing in the background. It felt like heaven on Earth being in his arms once again, being able to play pretend for a couple of hours.

This time, Kylian was adamant about not falling asleep because he had seen how that ended last time and did not want to repeat it.

Kylian ran one hand along her now-clothed stomach caringly while the other was entangled with Bianca's. "What do you wanna do?" Kylian asked, head leaning down at the girl to see her face.

Bianca's eyes didn't leave the TV. "About what?"

In her head she thought, Please don't ruin the moment. Let's stay like this just a little longer.

"You and I. We're in such a fucked position, Mon amour."

Bianca's perfect bubble busted and they're forced to once again face reality.

When she didn't answer, Kylian kept talking. "If anyone found out about us, I would lose my job. Getting involved with anyone below me in the company's hierarchy will get me fired, no questions asked. It opens the company up to potential lawsuits and I'd be a liability. You know that, Bianca." He kept his tone as nice as he could but stern to emphasize the significance.

She had known that for a long time but pushed it down as far as she could but she knows she can't anymore. Truthfully she had been focusing so much on his relationship that she almost forgot about the risks that came with this. The danger was too realistic, too important to ignore any longer.

"We'll be more careful. No more fooling around at work," Bianca tried to bargain, setting up from his hold to meet his gaze.

Kylian looked empathic as he pursed his lips together. "This is my entire career on the line. I've worked all of my adult life to get up to this point."

Bianca frowned and tried to think of what to say, but her mind drew a blank. What reasoning is there to say to refute him? He's not wrong. "I'm sorry, Kylian."

He breathed heavily out of his nostrils and brought the back of her hand up to meet his lips. "I don't want to lose my job, but I can't quit this either."

She couldn't look at him anymore. He still had the power to make her just as nervous and shy as the day she first started liking him so she turned her head to look back at the TV.  He brought his hand to her chin, nudging her to look at him again and she complied, her cheeks warming up.

"I don't want to lose you," Bianca told him, hands wrapping around his arm.

Kylian shook his head like that wasn't anything she should be concerned about. "You won't. You're like a little worm in my brain now that I can't get rid of" He joked, dimples poking out as he smiled.

Bianca rolled her eyes playfully. "How romantic."

He laced his hands with hers. "Seriously though. You're always there in my head. No matter where I am, I'm just waiting until the next time I can be with you. Unless I'm with Ariella of course."

She would never, ever want to be before Ariella so she nodded understandingly. "I feel the same way. We just have to be a lot more sneaky, and definitely no more work sex until I find a new job."

Kylian was visibly shocked. "Another job?"

Bianca looked at him like it was the easiest decision in the world. "I'm a secretary, it's not exactly the most rare job out there. You have a daughter to feed and I'm not going to ruin her life just because her dad decided to hook up with his employee. With all due respect of course." She lightened her tone at the end in order to soften the blow.

"It's honestly not the worst idea you've had. I'd feel guilty about you leaving though." Kylian frowned at her.

He looked at her concernedly, like he wanted her to really think about her words. "Let's say things don't work out between us. Then what, I'm forced to look at your face every day for the rest of my life and torture myself? It'll be even worse if it does work out because then you'll be out of a job." Bianca explained.

"So will you, if you leave because of me."

She made a 'seriously?' face at him. "You're only two positions away from being CEO of the highest-rated finance firm in all of France and you're only twenty-four. I'll be fine taking calls at another place and quite frankly, I don't like working there all that much either."

Kylian's flashed his teeth at her words. "Keep stroking my ego, I like it."

She stuck her middle finger out to him and he bit it playfully.

"You have a good heart, but don't do anything rash. Just think about it, the decision is completely yours." Kylian kissed the side of her head and melted at the thought of how giving she was.

He cupped the sides of her face as he kissed her lovingly. When they pulled away, he noticed a flash in her eyes. "Wait a minute what about Camille?'

Kylian looked confused before groaning and leaning back on the couch as if it all flooded back to him. "Fuck Bianca we're really in a messy situation."

She remained deadpan. "You don't say."

He rubbed his hand across his forehead, stress clearly weighing on him again. "Promise you we will talk about it tomorrow. I just wanted to get the job talk of the way tonight so we can clear some things up. I want to spend this next hour holding you before I have to leave."

Bianca settled into his arms again with a grin, happy to not have to face any more of the big problems today. She knows the Camille dilemma comes with more complications and she was not in the mood to dissect that today.

Kylian rubbed all over her body absentmindedly as they enjoyed each other's company, attention turning back to the movie. Bianca finally felt safe for the first time in a long time.

She lazily picked up her phone when she got a text notification and opened it directly in front of Kylian.

J: u've stood me up for hot chocolate that's vile bee

J: have you died?

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𝔸/ℕ: 𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕜 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘! 𝕋𝕣𝕦𝕥𝕙𝕗𝕦𝕝𝕝𝕪, 𝕀 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕀 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕔𝕦𝕥 𝕚𝕥 𝕦𝕡 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕟𝕠 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝟛𝕜 𝕠𝕗 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕀 𝕕𝕚𝕕𝕟'𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕪'𝕒𝕝𝕝! 𝕄𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕓𝕖 𝕒𝕕𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕟𝕖𝕩𝕥 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕀 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕡𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕠𝕞 𝕥𝕠𝕕𝕒𝕪 𝕙𝕒𝕙𝕒. 𝕊𝕠 𝕔𝕦𝕣𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕤 𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕁𝕦𝕕𝕖 𝕧 ����𝕪𝕝𝕚𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕦𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟! 𝔸𝕝𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕟𝕚𝕔𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕜𝕖𝕖𝕡 𝕞𝕖 𝕘𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕀 𝕔𝕒𝕟'𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕜 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕖𝕟𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙, 𝕋ℍ𝔸ℕ𝕂 𝕐𝕆𝕌 !!!!!!! <𝟛𝟛𝟛𝟛𝟛𝟛𝟛

[ganbaremidori]

cosmic feelings [iii] h.s

synopsis: after harry fell even deeper for the waitress he’s met only twice, he’s determined to get to know her better at another event, but something happens that changes both of their nights. [also might be shitty i havent rlly written for a while so sorry]

warnings: just a description of assault. 

all this time, because this pretty, pretty waitress has been on his mind, harry had completely forgotten how boring these events were. god, he hopes whichever new up and coming business man there was, they’d never have to suffer through these fancy galas - unless of course, they fell in love with a waitress that works for one. then, harry thinks, then tolerating this ache would be justifiable. but when a particularly large group of men, all dressed in ridiculously expensive suits, walked past; all chuckling and no doubt talking crudely about the scarcely dressed women there - he was reminded of where he was, and how little he had spoken to his girl through the night. 

but he’s not complaining. my god, he’d never complain about this opportunity when less than two days ago, he thought he’d never see her again. but now, there she was, dressed in her waitress costume, buzzing around with trays serving everyone. 

his eyes constantly followed her figure around like a hawk, and at one point he worried that she’d notice him staring at her like a creep. so then he’d break his one-sided eye contact and take a sip of his drink. but less than 5 second later, he’d find himself searching for her again. oh how badly he wanted to scoop her up and tell her how he felt and never let her go. how badly he wanted to give her everything he has to offer, in the hopes that she’d let him stay by her side. 

he saw her disappear behind the bar for the nth time that night, and sighed. looks like he’s gonna have to wait for her to come back again. and then he decides: the next time she comes close to his table, he’s gonna make up some bullshit excuse to talk to her again. hell, he’d even stay in this stupid event until it ends so that he gets to properly introduce himself. except the opportunity never comes. usually from his observation his pretty little waitress would disappear behind the bar at most for 5 minutes, before she’d burst through the doors balancing new trays. but it’s been almost 15 minutes and she hasn’t come out. 

harry frowns. why hasn’t she come out yet? 

sighing and getting up, harry dusted off the invisible dust from his pristine trousers before deciding to go to the bathroom. instead of sulking like an old grump or being around these gaudy idiots, it’s better to spend time inside a bathroom until he comes out and finds y/n again. 

ah, y/n. such a pretty name. stunning, just like her. 

with a small smile at the thought of her, harry heads towards the bathroom. he’s near the mens when he first hears it. it sounds like a plea, a whine and then a lower, rougher voice saying ‘shut up’. he rolls his eyes. just another couple fighting in the hallways. but when he hears ‘please, please stop; i don’t want this’, he knows someone’s in trouble. and no matter how much of an asshole he is as a boss, he isn’t a terrible person - so like any other decent human being, he rushes to the source of the voices. 

he’s nearly brought to his knees with what he sees. his lovely y/n, pinned against the wall, with a balding man with a beer belly pressed against her body tightly - hands roaming, his face buried in her neck. y/ns sobbing and his hands drop lower, and harry hasn’t known a fury this hot. his anger burns through his body - tears it apart, and he doesn’t remember having any control over himself when he pulls the bastard away from the warmth of his heart and punches him in the face, his rings making a sickening but sweet crunch when it meets his nose. 

when the man falls to the floor clutching his nose, harry raises his foot up, and slams it down against the mans face - the glare of his expensive shoe against the shining of the mans wedding ring. harry thinks he’s gonna be sick; he’s absolutely disgusted. from the mans ruffled suit pocket, harrys eyes meet his card. works under the owner of the gala, some sort of a high end manager or summat. 

“you’re pathetic, honestly, y’know? forcing yourself onto women ‘cause you don’t get laid.” harry spits, pressing his shoe down harder. and then he crouches a little closer to the mans bloody face. “i’m gonna make sure you’re fucking jobless and out on the streets by this monday.”

harry’s about to raise his foot to hurt the man again when fingers wrap themselves around his biceps, and a soft voice calls, wet with tears:

“p- please, stop.” 

in an instant, harry backs away. and then he’s turning around and cursing himself for forgetting that his loves there in the heat of his anger. 

“are you okay? did he hurt you anywhere?” harry asks, forcing himself to keep his hands to himself. it’d probably freak the poor girl out even more if hes all over her. 

y/n shakes her head. “no, i’m fine. you got here before he could do anything, really. but thank you, so much. you saved me today.” 

with a gentle smile, harry shakes his head, his hickorey curls dancing atop. “men like him are disgusting and i’m so sorry you had to experience that. i know the owner of this place and i’m gonna make sure he never finds a job again.” 

y/n passes him a small smile. “thank you. but please don’t tell my boss about this. he’s gonna get really mad at me. and i cant afford that.” 

harry frowns. “if thats what you want. i wont take a name, but i dont really have to since i can have him fired anyways.”

with that, harry leads his love out of the hallway with a hand at the small of her back, with a growing satisfaction inside his chest - at being her savior. 

[elviola]

When the clock rewinds, would you choose me?

(ii) THE CONFRONTATION

Jake Sully x Reader

Set after the Avatar (2009) film.

PLOT: Formerly Intern from RDA, now a specialist in the reopened avatar program of Dr. Grace Augustine, you see the man–turned na'vi, that was once almost yours.

NOTE: not proofread!!! idk if i should write more lol i want this to be the end hwhwhwa

PRESENT:

ONE

THE BREEZE IS COLD. Rubbing your palms together, you try to squint to see the flock of Tetrapteron flying above. After reconciling with Norm, you tried your Avatar out. It felt like the past when you went in the pod, memories flooding through your head. Now you were walking through the greenery, stopping at a river nearby. You watch the Dinicthoid battle amongst each other, fighting for food to feast on.

Suddenly, you hear a branch crack behind, "Norm? I'm here, is Max finding us?" You croak out, yet no response makes you uneasy. A prey in its vulnerable state is an easy target for a predator. You clutch your dagger, getting ready to defend yourself when a giggle comes out from the other side. "Norm? Aysupe fula?" (Norm, what is that?)

It's a kid's voice, ears peeking through the bush. You knew the Na'vi language so it was easy for you to reply as if it were English. "I am sorry, I mistook you for someone. I am no harm." And so he shows himself, a short Na'vi boy. His braids were pulled into a ponytail and he had a handmade small wooden bow in his right hand. You notice then that he had 5 fingers when they had only four. "You're watching them too? They're funny sometimes, my older brother caught one before." You nod in awe, he's different. Eyebrows adorning his features, you ask his name, "It's Lo'ak, I shouldn't be saying it. I'll get scolded by my father—" You step forward, "What's his name?" He walks backward, spooked by the sudden change in demeanor.

"Jake Sully."

You can't process the information after Lo'ak runs off explaining he'll get in trouble. On your way back, you still in the middle of the forest, that old feeling creeping up your veins once again. Jake has a family, Jake has sons,

Jake has someone. Jake has Neytiri.

It explodes inside you like a bomb, the remnants spreading like a disease, and it's sought out to break your heart once again. You haven't moved on, not entirely when you heard his name and you want to go back to Earth and suffer the fate jealousy had brought you. You don't know what you're bitter about. That Jake has a family or that Jake has a family and it isn't with you.

You swore not to take that path for the next few days.

But Eywa is the one who chooses fate, so you meet him once again.

TWO

"______, get me the floral eucalyptus. Two of it, will you?" You grunt in annoyance. Laying at your stomach, you want to sleep the whole day instead. "If you don't get your ass up, I'll hide her." Your ass was, indeed, going to places. Swiftly linking with your Avatar, you go out to complete the task. Desperate to go back to bed.

As you head back to the lab, your elbow gets snatched by a hand. Max's basket dropped and things spilled. Grip as tight as a lock, you swish your dagger up its throat. Angry that your ears flatten on your head, everything you worked hard for was all on the ground. Dirtied and mixed.

"Who are you to—" His smile still makes your stomach jump backflips.

"______, where'd you leave off to?" His voice makes your knees weak.

His fingers tucking your braid behind your ear, you were sure you could count how much your heartbeat.

THE NOT SO CRISIS:

You're both walking to the village, the first time in 5 years to ever see it again. The tension is thick, not even the sharpest blade could cut through it, and you hope to strike up a conversation until your chances to were blocked.

"Ma' Jake. Have you seen Lo'ak? That boy will be the death of me, he does not stop wandering." Neytiri asks as she walks towards him. Jake clears his throat and gestures to you, " 'Tiri, this is an old friend, ____." You place a handout and she shakes it.

Disgusted, you're thinking of chopping it off.

Hours go by and nothing sounds sweeter than accidentally tripping over a rock and bumping your head. Jake is telling his stories to you as his kids play around the campfire. Neytiri sitting with their only daughter, placing feathers as she braids her hair. "Neteyam is my oldest, the next Olo'eyktan, the mighty warrior!" Jake shouts as he pulls the boy into a crushing hug, him smiling through the pressure. "Don't push yourself too much, Neteyam." You say as he nods enthusiastically in response.

"Lo'ak is stubborn but is strong-hearted." The 2nd boy scratched his neck in embarrassment. "Stubbornness comes use in many ways." You try to lighten the mood up and he smiles at you. You take notice he got his charm from his father.

You reason you can't spend the night with them, heart struggling to keep its pieces from scattering. That the tape holding them isn't enough, that going back on Earth for 5 years isn't enough.

It isn't enough to forget him. But you try to.

THE RESOLUTION:

"______, please!! I'll show you my rock collection! I use them to get the fruits off the tall trees!" Your heart strengthens, the face of Lo'ak lighting up when you fall for his rambling. Neteyam rolls his eyes in disagreement, and Jake watches afar. His eyes watch your form disappear from the bushes as you follow Lo'ak. He remembers your times before and an unrecognizable feeling paints his skin. He still doesn't know why you left, he'll ask you later. Do you still like yogurt? Do you still make awful jokes? Do you have a lover? Do you have a family?

“Jake? Jake!” He snaps out of it. "Neytiri, I'm sorry." He apologizes with his hands holding hers, kissing the top of her knuckles, she blushes. "I have prepared the hammock for ____, call her for I can tell the boy to not tire her so much!"

Jake follows the footsteps, slowly hearing the laughter coming from the riverside. He sees Lo'ak first, crouching to the creatures swimming. Then he sees you, trying to stop Lo'ak from throwing the fish out the water. "Lo'ak, go to your mother. She needs your help." The boy looks to his father with doubt, that he knows the first one they call is Neteyam. When Jake nods him off, he leaves.

Jake slowly approaches you, the crumble of rocks alerting you. The sun is starting to set and the birds are leaving to rest. You glance behind, stunned that he was near your face. That you almost kissed his nose, you walk backward. Yet Jake thinks otherwise, pulling you in even closer, "Why did you leave, ____?" He rants. "When I needed my friend at my lowest, where did she go?"

THE PROBLEM:

You expected a greeting from him but instead you nearly lose it from the sudden outburst. Head drumming with smoke, your ears flatten at your head, "You have no right to shout at me." You step away, trying to calm the situation. Jake moves to your face, "You had no right to leave. I was at war with you by my side and I see you suddenly gone? You saw me through thick and thin!"

"Oh. So when I tried to talk to you and you gave me no response. That was companionship, that was friendship? You treated me as if we don't spend our time together attached by the hip!" You argue, pushing his shoulders out of frustration. His eyes widen with angst and yours threaten to drip small tears. Jake dares to ask, "What do you mean? I was about to show you my achievement, that I learned the ways of the forest because of you. All of this is because of you!" You point back with an accusing finger at his chest,

"Then why are you with her?" A pregnant pause envelops the air. The cold breeze comes back and freezes your hands. "You left first. "

"And when you were in the process of doing it, I was always by your side."

Jake's gaze stretched out behind, thinking of what you said. His ringing ears makes it worse to rack his head to say something, to say anything to not let you go right now. To tell you everything he feels. He finds nothing when he swallows the words down.

Its become his habit, when he doesn't say anything when you pour out your everything. So you leave with disappointment carved on your face.

You leave him once again.

He messed up. He was supposed to know why you left 5 years ago, that when the war finished. He was yearning to find you to meet Neytiri. To meet, formally, the Omatikaya people. So when Norm said you left, his heart felt too heavy to not fall.

Jake focused on his new life, his new relationships. With Neytiri, with the forest, and with Eywa giving him the opportunity. He became Olo'eyktan, he became the hero everybody looked up to. He was watched by everyone, that every single moved he made was judged by the stares of the elders. By the stares of the People that believed in him. He thought of his duties that had to be done, the heavy weight he was carrying for their clan.

All of that didn't remove his thoughts of you. He still thought of you every single day and night.

He was a coward to his feelings for you.

He looks down to see the woven leaf craft of a Dinicthoid you and Lo'ak made. Picking it up as he walks back to the hut. Not realizing it had been hours when Neytiri appeared, the dark sky settled in and the stars twinkled in the sky. "Jake, where is ____? Had she went to sleep? I did not see her pass by." He looks softly at Neytiri, the woman he mated with. The woman he swore his life with. He doesn't want to hurt her. He doesn't want to hurt the both of you.

So he lies.

THE RESOLUTION LOSS:

He tried to understand, glue the pieces together on why you left. He concluded with only confusion setting in his mind. Today's meeting gave him an unexpected answer,

You liked him? Did you love him?

The lingering stares, the gentle touches. Did you really reciprocate his feelings?

Did you see him before?

Jake's heart shatters, guilty that he didn't wait for you. As how you waited for him.

You push the pod open, panting out of exhaustion. Norm rushes into the room, checking your vitals. "Didn't know you were coming back when you met Jake. When will you see him again?" You stand up, heading straight to the shower.

"I'll never see him again."

Weeks turn into months of not being able to see you. Jake grows stressed, he tries to capture your shadows whenever you run off but when he arrives. All that's left are your footprints.

You've studied the paths he takes. Mastering the skill of a fox, you take an alternative route one day. Not wanting to put up with him anymore.

One day, after collecting knick knacks and flowers for your bracelet, you walk back to the lab, spotting the river where two Na'vi forms sit. You go near, knowing who they might be, you should have sprinted off. Your body says otherwise, locked on the ground. Your leg numbing from the pressure of squating down, you listen, "____ has not been around for days, what had happened?" She asks, "I want to tell her all sorts of things. I want to tell her everything I feel." He replies, sighing. "It had been long since I've seen her. She was–" Your leg quitting the ability to squat, you miss the word he was about to say, standing by the tree instead. Neytiri laughs, "You have a strong heart, Jake. Courageous and Brave. Nothing will go wrong if you do." He grins, Neytiri's head resting on his shoulder. "You've done it before."

You walk away.

THE CLIMAX:

Jake sees you picking fruits from trees. Taking the chance to talk to you, he calls out your name.

You run off. He panics and goes after you.

You try to get rid of him, swerving from left to right, and hiding behind the tall flowers sprouting from its shrubs. You pull your tail in, anxious to get caught from it. It's early in the morning, he probably studied you too. It's silent for a moment and all you can hear are the chirping of the birds.

Tranquility ends with you getting pinned to the bark of the tree, you hiss at the perpetrator. "____! Stop! It's me." Jake's face full of worry, "Get off of me." You demand, pulling him off you. Jake weakens his hold but was still strong enough to not let you go. "Listen to me, please. For once?" Your eyebrows furrow at his words, for the first time in years, you would never imagine he would say those words. You believe him for now as he steps away from you.

"I want to apologize. I'm sorry, I'm sorry for everything. That I shouted at you, that I didn't tell you the truth. That I was the one who left first and I was too blind to notice it."

"I see you, ____. I haven't before but I do now."

That was the last straw of your patience, "You cannot do this to me. Jake, you have a family. You do not see me, but you see what could have been for us!" You express the hurt in your heart. His face going through his emotions all at once.

"You are unfair and cruel." Shaking your head down, the river beneath your eyes break out. "I don't deserve this, Jake.

I shouldn't have met you before." And If you knew heartbreak would come with him, then you wouldn't have thought to sit beside him at your very first meeting. Shouldn't have waited for him during lunch breaks, and shouldn't have let him in that deep in your skin.

Jake is as fragile as you are, the second he hears you speak the hurt in your heart. He breaks. All his training and hardships he did as Olo'eyktan weren't enough to keep him steady right now. He feels like a boat that lost it's anchor to an angry storm. Jake bonding with Neytiri and forming a family with her wasn't enough.

At the end he still wanted you.

THE END:

Wise men say that the things you want the most are the things you cannot have.

Jake cannot have you.

So you anguish at the fairytale story of the both of you and you know it can never happen. You'll stop wishing for it,

And you'll stop loving him. Completely.

[nottyourlover]

Doofus (pt 2)

summary: you and azriel go on a date to the amusement park.

warnings: vomiting (motion sickness).

word count: 1540.

pt 1 here

As the clock approached 5, the pacing around the room quickened. Your converse scuffed the floor with every step you took, and as you reached the mirror that hung on the door, you stopped to look yourself over, before resuming the pacing. Why were you so nervous? You had hung out with Azriel a million times before, but maybe the word date was just messing you up. 

Then you hear it, the sound of the doorbell.

Grabbing your bag and checking that the essentials were inside, you race to the door, heart palpitating.

Breathless, you open it. Azriel had been to your apartment before, but this time, it felt different, and you could tell he was thinking it too, as his eyes darted around the entryway. 

“Hey,” you say, taking in his outfit and the bouquet of flowers he was clutching. Even when going to an amusement park, of course Azriel would still be dressed impeccably. 

“Hey, yourself,” Azriel replies, looking you over, eyes lingering. “You look great.”

“You’re not so bad yourself, Az,” you smile. 

“I got you these. You told me they were your favourites.”

And they were. He remembered. 

“They’re gorgeous, Azriel. Thank you.” you smile sweetly at him, smelling the flowers.

“You’re gorgeous.” Azriel replies quickly, his cheekbones flushing.

“Not even through my door and the flattery has already started?” you tease, feeling a warm sense of happiness through your body. “Thanks Az. Let me put these in a vase and then we’ll go, come inside.”

You hold the door for him and hum as you bring a vase out of the kitchen cabinet under the sink, registering him lean against the kitchen island, watching you. The vase was dusty from being unused and after rinsing, you filled it with water and the plant food before arranging the flowers just so. 

”I know how you are with plants. Try not to kill it too quick, y/n,” Azriel said, eyes still on you.

You laugh. “No promises.” This was by far the quietest the two of you had ever been while hanging out together, so maybe the nerves weren’t only affecting you. 

As per tradition, while in the elevator you snapped a quick picture of the two of you, reflected on the wall. Azriel crouched down, head on your shoulder while you beamed. 

“Look how adorable, Az,” you teased, zooming in on his face.

Azriel brushed a curl away from his forehead and rolled his eyes, wrapping his arms around you as you exited into the chilly night air. 

After that, the conversation flowed like normal. You got into his car, a Jaguar XE, and turned on his radio, the two of you singing along. Soon after, you were breathless from laughter, gazing out the window by Az’s head.

“You are too, you know?” you said suddenly.

“I’m what?”

“Gorgeous. You’re so pretty, Az, honest,” you smile at his side profile, admiring his chiseled bone structure and shining hazel eyes as the lights on the road reflected in them. 

You could’ve sworn his tan skin flushed, and you smiled to yourself, knowing you made him feel like that. Usually he was the flirtatious one, throwing bold comments around, but tonight felt different. 

The two of you joked about how nervous you were before but you promised mentally that you’d try your hardest to make it work, because god, you wanted to make it work. You talked about your parents, Azriel’s brothers, his grandmother, and how he’d been telling her about you. 

You’re a little shocked. “Your grandmother knows about me?” 

Azriel’s muscular arms grip the steering wheel tightly as he turns and you stop yourself from ogling further, it hadn’t even been 15 minutes since the date started!

“Of course she does. The day I met you, she said I looked like I had seen an angel, and she wasn’t far from the truth,” Azriel smiles softly. 

It used to baffle you, how he could just pull smooth lines like that out of nowhere, but it made you happier than you could admit, for you joked that his ego was big enough. 

You look at Azriel’s hand resting on his leg, and you crawl your fingers towards him, interlacing them, his thigh warm under your joined hands. You were on a date, you could do this now. 

“Your grandmother sounds lovely, Az. I told my friend Feyre about you, and she said she volunteers to be the preacher at our wedding,” you laugh, hoping the mention of marriage wouldn’t ruin the moment you were having.

To your delight, Azriel laughed loudly. You watched his Adam’s apple bob, his jawline, and your heart tugged. You couldn’t believe you were finally going out with him. 

A few minutes later, you were at your destination. Azriel expertly maneuvered the car into a tight parking space behind the amusement park. You could hear the shrill laughter of children, the sound effects from the games, smell the aroma from the food trucks, the sweet cotton candy. 

“Stay there,” Azriel said, getting out of the driver’s seat before walking around the car and opening your door.

“After you, princess,” he smiled, holding out a hand for you to grab. 

“Thank you,” you replied, your lips tilting up. 

Under the dusty pink sky, the two of you had the most fun in a while. You went on the Ferris wheel together, ate greasy burgers and buckets of fries, shared a massive cotton candy. You even won yourself a big turtle plushie, but its lopsided eyes and creepy mouth made both your stomachs hurt from laughing. Obviously, Tyrone the Turtle was your new favourite thing.

Afterwards, the two of you walked around the stalls, looking at the novelty prizes and taking in the other sights and sounds. 

“Oh yeah,” Azriel said, stopping abruptly. 

“No Az, no. No way.” Your eyes widened after seeing where he was pointing, grabbing his arm to tug him in the opposite direction, but to no one’s surprise, he didn’t budge. 

“Oh yes, y/n. I bet it’ll be fun!” His eyes lit up like a small child’s upon seeing the Haunted Horrors Mansion. Whose stupid idea was it to put up a haunted house in April anyway? 

“I bet it won’t,” you grumbled. “Since the Great Clown Catastrophe of 2011, I’ve sworn off haunted houses, you know this.”

“Ah, but back then you didn’t have me there to save you,” he flashed a grin, pulling you toward the entrance door.

***

“Well, that was traumatic,” you say drily. 

“It was,” Azriel agrees. “The worst haunted house I’ve ever been in.”

You glance at each other before cracking up.

In between laughs, you say, “I can’t believe the guy actually fell over trying to jumpscare us, Az.”

Azriel laughs louder, “He tripped on nothing! I bet I could be a better fake serial killer than him.”

“By charming pretty girls before luring them to your cabin in the woods? Sure.”

“How’d you guess?” 

“Because that would be my tactic too. Okay, well now we’ve done your thing so let’s do mine,” you smile deviously.

“Y/n, please tell me it’s not that crazy upside-down ride we saw,” Azriel pleaded.

“We’re going on the crazy upside-down ride!” You cheered. 

*** (tw: vomit)

The two of you stumbled out of your seats, collecting your bag. Going down the stairs felt like a mission.

“Az, that was traumatic. I didn’t think we’d be dangling for so long!” you say, clutching your stomach. 

Azriel steadies you, looking only half-sympathetic before asking, “With a name like Airtime, you thought it would be mellow?” 

“No, seriously. I think I’m going to be sick. Hold this!” You stuff your bag into Azriel’s arms and dart for the nearest bush. Azriel stays 5m behind you and winces when he hears you retching. Settling your stuff on a bench, he runs up to hold your hair back for you.

It was gross. The feeling of vomiting, your throat closing up, that awful smell, but you were glad Az was there. He cleared his throat, rubbing circles on your back with his free hand, muttering “good girl, you’re okay” and “take your time”. 

When you straighten up, he tucks your hair behind your ears, eyes scanning yours for any sense of remaining discomfort. 

“Poor plant,” you sniff.

“Yeah,” Az agrees.

Your smile is shaky, “Well, that was romantic.”

“You bet. You feeling alright now? Have some of my water.”

You take massive gulps, gargling the taste from your mouth. Eugh. Walking back to the bench, you pop a mint in your mouth and offer one to Azriel, who surprisingly takes it, though supposedly hating the taste. The two of you sit there in silence for a few minutes, taking in the moon’s glow, listening to the sounds coming from the carnival behind you. 

“What a way to end a date,” you say, smiling at him. 

Azriel smiles back, hesitating before asking, “The date’s over? I was hoping to get a kiss.”

“How can you even think about kissing me right now?” You gesture vaguely at the bush, turning your head so he doesn’t see your cheeks heat. 

Azriel answers honestly. “I always want to kiss you, y/n.” 

He leans in, and your lips meet. 

[johnnyraine]

Next to Me - Ch. 6

Ch. 1, Ch. 2, Ch. 3, Ch. 4, Ch. 5

Warning for Blood and Violence!

Words: 1,461

28th of January, 2023

~ stupid things I do ~

More so than ever, you are certain Aguni could beat you.

Cradling some ice to your face, you remember how quick Aguni’s punch was. You’ll admit that you kinda deserved it, what with you publicly calling him something close to a “fucking idiot,” for making Niragi your seemingly permanent partner. It certainly wasn’t your smartest moment.

Daisuke said as much as well.

That was two days ago, and still, you’re in pain.

You hear that stupid chuckle next to you.

Slowly turning your head, you see Niragi smirking.

“Something funny, Niragi?” You bite out.

“You’re still an idiot, Y/n,” He says with what you think is him being smug.

You don’t even try to hold yourself back.

“At least I’m not Aguni’s bitch.”

Before you confronted Aguni, Niragi was already getting shut down. He had also complained about you, but, seemingly like it was natural, Aguni did not care. And Niragi shut up about it. At least to Aguni anyway.

“What did you say?”

He looms over you.

“I said, at least I’m not bent over, taking it up the ass from my own boss, Niragi.”

You feel yourself smirking as he gets riled up.

“You think you're so great, huh? Didn’t Aguni beat you in one hit? I’m honestly surprised your dumbass hasn’t gotten yourself killed in some stupid fight.”

And your smirk is gone.

Honestly, he’s not far off. Before the Borderlands, you were able to keep your temper in relative check for years. But there were the rare times you snapped. Two of those times, you almost did die. But Niragi doesn’t need to know that.

“You’re still so fucking small, Niragi,” Your voice is cold. “You’re still that kid under a bridge, huh?”

Already, you know you went a bit far. You’re prepared for a fist, a kick, whatever he throws, even ready to grab his rifle should it move.

Your eyes flinch shut.

Never in your life have you ever been this fucking Pissed!

Niragi spit in your face.

Rage rushes through your veins, feeling the crimson heat burn your very being. He whips you in the jaw with his gun. Before you can fall, you grip his shirt, throwing him to the ground as well. Tasting blood, you hold it in your mouth as you scramble to your knees. Niragi gets to his knees and reaches for his gun, but you throw out your leg, kicking it away. Within his reach, he decks you, your head whipping back.

On your back, you blearily see his rage-filled face as he comes to punch you. But he pauses for a moment. You spit the blood at him, throwing him off.

Grabbing him again, you ram your head into his nose.

Niragi makes a sound as he falls back. You get up, blood pumping.

Towering over him, your wide eyes watch him clutch his nose, blood leaking through his fingers. Jaw clenched, you ignore the pain and look away. You awkwardly nod before trudging off.

~~~~~

Aguni stares at you and Niragi a lot.

It feels like glaring, but he doesn’t say anything. He stops pairing you and Niragi up, instead, giving you increasingly annoying partners.

After a few days of this, you're ready to snap someone’s neck.

“Do you want to wind down a bit?” Daisuke asks.

You’ve slowly stopped hiding at the Beach and started hanging out with Daisuke. A fairly good person in a sea of debauchery. You’ve also talked to Chishiya more. You even met his friend, Kuina. You recognize she has some muscle, either from working out or perhaps she’s a fellow fighter.

Back to the present, You think you a moment, “I’m not going to lose control of myself here.”

“I can make sure no one tries anything if you want to drink.”

Despite how you feel about him, you still narrow your eyes in suspicion. Daisuke faintly reminds you of Chishiya, but less of the “smarter than you,” and more of the “I want something.” Nothing bad, you feel, but you’re still suspicious.

“If you do not want to drink, you can party with others,” He says unfazed.

“Fine,” You say after a moment.

That night, you two go to the bar to wind down. Predictably, people are already there, some seemingly trying to drown in alcohol. What is an unwelcome surprise is the annoying militants and the rifle-toting man himself, Niragi.

“Perhaps we should drink somewhere else,” Daisuke says before you two are seen.

“Look whoo’s it, the guy Aguni Knocked out!” Some guy yells.

Vaguely, he seems familiar. But that’s not important right now. After a shitty day, the last thing you want is another annoying dick bothering you.

“Niragi! Can’t you control this thing?” These are the first words said between you two in days.

The guy becomes red, though that could just be his drunken self. When Niragi does nothing, the man seems to gain more confidence for whatever reason.

“Jus ‘cause you’re in the Militia doesn mean you’re one a us,” He says.

You stare at him for a long time. Then it hits.

“OH! You’re Ken-something aren’t you?!” You exclaim. “You haven’t been bothering people, have you? I could’ve sworn I said I’d “break your arm,” or “rip your fucking tongue out,” didn’t I?”

Up til this moment, you hadn’t realized the music wasn’t playing.

Ken-something is practically foaming at the mouth, “My name! Is Keiji!”

“I don’t care, Kenny.”

Before Kenny explodes, Niragi interrupts.

“You are so annoying!” He slams his gun into the bar, standing.

You feel your heartbeat start picking up. You two stand there for a moment before Niragi stalks off, Kenny and some of the other militants follow.

Sighing through your nose, you take a seat at the bar, ignoring the way the other militants look at you.

“I’ll have a-”

~~~~~

Another awkward drive.

Niragi’s driving and you’re in the back with three others. A tight squeeze.

Arriving at the venue everyone is forced to give up their weapons. After doing so, your group and another pile into the small one-room building. When the game is revealed, you can’t help but fist pump.

Spades.

The game is called Room for Two: Within ten minutes, only use your hands to clear the room until only two people remain.

And the doors lock.

Taking a deep breath, you hold it, then let it out slowly.

Surveying the room, you register only two real threats, Niragi and some guy who would give Aguni a run for his money.

Staring at the big man, you utter only to him, "I am so sorry."

Within moments, you are able to make people realize that he is the biggest threat. After three minutes, he and three others are dead. A few people are fighting each other as those who freeze are snuffed out.

As the time runs low, your bloody and crazed self is seen as the biggest threat.

Four people rush you and you remember one of those times you nearly died.

"Fuckers! Fight fair!" You hypocritically shout, kicking a man in his nuts before decking him, knocking him out.

Someone wraps their arm around your neck, pulling you back. The two others start wailing on you, punching you in the face and stomach.

Gasping and choking out sounds, your vision fades. In desperation, you throw out a hand, poking one of them in the eye.

The other person winds back and is thrown to the ground.

Your narrow vision stops you from seeing the fist fly past you, knocking your strangler's head into the wall behind them.

You gasp as their hold loosens. Elbowing them in the stomach, you twist around and slam their head into the wall repeatedly. Glancing behind you, you see Niragi stomping on an assailant's throat.

Throwing the strangler’s corpse to the floor, you help Niragi finish off the last people in the room.

One minute, that's when the timer comes to a stop.

You and Niragi are drenched in blood. It covers your shirt but stains his. Your knuckles are raw, scraped, and bleeding. You’re both panting. Niragi has a nasty look on his face, glowering at the mess around the room.

Niragi turns to you, "Stop that, it's creepy."

You're shaking. Your face hurts, not from the hits, but from your wide grin. It was so exciting, you can't help it. All your previous fights in the Borderlands can't compare.

'Perhaps not the Tag game, though.' The thought passes quickly, though.

Watching Niragi, his stupid scowl, his fucked up hair and clothes. He's still giving you a nasty look.

…Fuck.

You latch onto his hair. He makes an indignant sound, but you bring him closer.

And your tongue rolls over his, feeling a piercing you didn’t know he had.

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Steve Rogers x OFC - Waiting On a Miracle, Chapter 6

After catching an infamous serial killer in the act, Julie Castillo is in line for the witness protection program. She is sent to a temporary safe house with U.S. Marshal Steve Rogers to protect her. Both of them scarred by trauma and tragedy, they find solace in each other. But how far will they dare to go?

Jesus fucking Christ, how has it been EIGHT months since I updated this story?! I swear, I have no idea why it's been taking me so incredibly long to get these chapters out 🙈 Anyway, I do have the remaining ones mostly finished, so I'm hoping to post them all soon - but with this bitch you just never know lol

CHAPTER 1 | CHAPTER 2 | CHAPTER 3 | CHAPTER 4 | CHAPTER 5

Series warnings: violence, death, angst, trauma, smut

Chapter warnings: violence and death (non-explicit), anxiety, trauma

Chapter word count: ~1850

Song(s) referenced: All I Ask of You (The Phantom of the Opera), The Point of No Return (The Phantom of the Opera)

Another minute passed before Steve had composed himself enough to speak again. “I grew up with two best friends. Bucky and Sam. We were like brothers, getting up to all sorts of mischief around school and the neighborhood.” “You and mischief?” I said with a small smile. “I know, Nat wouldn’t have recognized me.” I was relieved at the faint chuckle that escaped him. “We all had older siblings. Bucky and I had a sister each, Sam had two brothers. And at some point they all got entangled in this Uptown gang.” “The Outfit?” “God no. I mean, sure, every gang in Chicago is somewhat tied to the mob. But no, they were doing their own thing. And some of it was fun, I guess. But at some point our siblings wanted out.” Fresh tears formed in his eyes and I tightened the grip on his hands. He swallowed heavily. “One of Sam’s brothers was the only one who made it out alive. His legs so crippled he’s still in a wheelchair.” My mouth fell open. “And the others… Your sister?” He shook his head, lips pressed into a thin line.

“Sam and Bucky vowed to make them pay,” he rasps. “We were just kids at the time, around fourteen. But they made a pact and kept it. Both became cops, worked their way up fast, focused on street gangs. The one that had taken our siblings had grown exponentially, so they managed to get an undercover mission approved. They wanted to destroy them from the inside out.” “What about you?” I whispered. “I was still helping out at my parents’ business. A small hardware store. I’d thought about joining the guys but it would have killed my mom and dad to watch me walk into that hellhole every single day. We’d never gotten justice for Jackie and the others. They made me promise, they—“ He stifled another sob and I thought my heart might burst out of my chest at his pain. “The guys did well for a while. Gathered intel and planned a massive raid. Then a mole in the force blew their cover and…” Steve’s voice broke as a new fit of weeping overcame him. Without thinking I let go of his hands to pull him into a tight embrace, my fingers running soothingly through his hair. I had begun crying along with him, barely able to breathe “I’m so sorry” into his ear. He clutched me like a life raft.

After a few minutes he pulled back, exhaustion etched into his features. “I moved to New York a few weeks later,” he continued softly. “I trained as a cop and then marshal to… make up for failing my friends, I suppose. By protecting others in need. By putting their safety above mine.” “That sounds trying.” I only just noticed that my fingers had started drawing patterns on his arm. I could no longer stop touching him. “It’s worth it.” The small smile barely reached his red-rimmed eyes. I wondered how often he had to tell himself that. “Thank you for trusting me with your story.” His eyes shone warmly as he recognized the echo of his own words from a few days ago. “Thank you for listening.” I forcefully pulled myself away from him. For the fraction of a second it seemed like his hands wanted to chase after me. Ignoring the flutter in my stomach, I pushed myself to my feet. “I’m gonna get started on dinner. How about you pick a movie from our brand new collection? And yes it can be Beauty and the Beast.” He chuckled quietly and I cherished the sound, smiling myself before ambling into the kitchen.

When the credits started rolling I stretched and yawned languidly before turning off the TV. Steve had fallen asleep on his side of the couch, snuggled up in a blanket and perfectly relaxed. I couldn’t help staring at him. The glowing remnants of the fire colored him in shades of gold, smoothing his peaceful features even further. Just looking at him made me weak. It felt like he had snuck into the most secluded corners of my heart and the thought of having to say goodbye any day now was getting more and more unbearable. I had no idea what could become of this, of us. All I knew was that I had never felt this close to anyone. Suddenly his breathing changed, growing erratic and labored. His brows furrowed and he pressed out desperate pleas under his breath. “No, please no. Please. Stop!” For the second time today my heart leapt into my throat at the tortured sight of him. “Steve,” I said softly. “It’s okay, wake up.” But his imploration only grew louder as he started thrashing around, caught in the blanket still wrapped around him. He was panting hard now. I leaned forward to grab his shoulder. “Steve. Steven!” His eyes flew open and his hand immediately closed around my wrist, ripping it away from his body as his torso shot up. I ignored the pain and tried to catch his gaze instead. “Steve, it’s me. You’re okay, you’re safe.” His entire body froze while his eyes slowly focused on my face. He drew back his hand as if burned. “Julie. God, I— I’m so sorry. Did I hurt you?” “I’m fine. Just breathe.” I slowly reached out to him again, closing my fingers around his and he intertwined them without a second of hesitation. A quiet warmth ran through me. His breathing grew more even, his eyes focussing on something in the middle-distance. “Would you like some tea?” Now that I finally got to return the offer he had so often made me during my tortured nights, I realized with a pang in my chest that I had been too blinded by my own pain to truly see the one in him. “Yeah, thanks.

A few minutes later I sat back down with two steaming mugs, offering one to him. Steve smiled gratefully. We sat in silence for a while. “Did you dream about what you told me earlier?” I whispered eventually. He nodded. “I’m sorry if I brought that back up to the surface, I didn’t mean—“ “I get these nightmares all the time, it’s not your fault. Years of therapy and it all still haunts me.” He took a careful sip. “Yeah, the pain of losing someone you loved never really goes away. For me it’s this burning I get in the pit of my stomach whenever something reminds me of her.” “For me it’s here.” Steve rubbed across his chest. I nodded thoughtfully. “You know, whenever I had nightmares as a child my mom would sing to me.” “Of course she would,” he said with a tender smile. “What songs?” “Anything she could think of. Anything I wished for. But a favorite of ours was All I Ask of You from Phantom of the Opera.” “Will you sing that for me?” “Do you know it?” “Not really. I saw the show once but it struck me as… ” “Highly problematic?” We both grinned. “Yeah.” “God, it is. Even this song is, quite frankly. All these patronizing men pretending they know best what Christine needs when they all just want to own her. But some of the melodies and lyrics are still stunning.” “So will you?” He looked at me with gentle expectation, taking another long drink from his tea. I did the same, then set my mug down on the table. Although I had sung quite a few pieces for him, nervousness still crept into my veins. This felt different. Was different.

“No more talk of darkness. Forget these wide-eyed fears. I'm here, nothing can harm you. My words will warm and calm you.” My heart began glowing at the memory of my mother’s voice and the mesmerized look on Steve’s face. “Let me be your freedom, let daylight dry your tears. I'm here, with you, beside you, to guard you and to guide you.” I hesitated before Christine’s first line. Fire swept across my skin as the words crept up on me and I couldn’t tear my gaze from his as I shifted into the higher notes. “Say you love me every waking moment. Turn my head with talk of summertime. Say you need me with you now and always. Promise me that all you say is true. That's all I ask of you.” I swallowed heavily, then pressed out a nervous chuckle. “God, this song is so cheesy.” “What’s musical theatre without a bit of cheese?” replied Steve. A grin was spread across his cheeks but there was something in his eyes that betrayed his ease. I cleared my throat, then nearly stumbled over my words. “Actually though there’s this one bit that’s really heartbreaking. Raoul sings ‘Then say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime. Let me lead you from your solitude. Say you need me with you here, beside you. Anywhere you go, let me go too. Christine, that's all I ask of you.’” I found myself gesticulating wildly, heat rising in my neck. “Yes, cheesy, but do you remember how the phantom eavesdrops on their duet and then in the penultimate number, The Point of No Return, repeats those same lines? And it really depends on who plays Eric, but Ramin Karimloo for instance does this so beautifully. I mean, he’s still a deeply disturbed man of course, but God, when he sings those lines you truly feel for him, it just breaks me every single time.” Steve just stared at me for a moment. “Sorry,” I mumbled, “I got carried away again.” “No, I love it when you get so passionate,” he said gently. “And I remember that scene, it was… quite something.” His eyes wandered over my face, briefly landing on my lips before he dragged them back up. The air between us was so charged, I could almost hear a sizzling through the blood rushing in my ears. Suddenly my entire body was screaming his name, forcing me forward, closer to him. My hand reached out to cup his cheek and a small sigh escaped him at the contact. His empty mug clattered onto the floor as he mirrored my gesture and pulled me close. With our foreheads pressed together, we shared a shaky breath. And just when I thought my heart might burst out of my chest with anticipation — he drew back. “I can't. We can't. I can't be distracted.” He closed his eyes, his brow creased in restraint. “I'd never forgive myself if my negligence got you hurt. Or worse.” Tears were pricking at my eyes. I yearned for him more than I had ever thought possible. “And what if you did everything right but something still happened to you or me?” “Julie—” “Would you regret not giving this a chance when you could?” His gaze locked onto mine. Intense and tormented. Then he briskly rose to his feet. “We should go to sleep. Good night.” He hurried out of the room while I just sat there, shell-shocked, my eyes still fixed on the empty space he had left behind.

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