#i'm tired of tagging if u see this u were meant to

[fancyregulus]

i made something for @givemesiriusblackorgivemedeath

[earthtooz]

x : PUNCH TO THE HEART ! :*+ﾟ

in which: rin shows up at your place at 2:35 am, desperate for some first aid and your love.

warnings: BOXER!RIN AU, 2.2k wc, gn!reader, mentions of blood, HURT/COMFORT, reader patches rin up, ooc!rin possibly but this is my fantasy and you all are living in it!, ambiguous relationship; u can perceive it however u like :>, unedited, a lot of intimacy, one suggestive line.

a/n: this wasn't meant to happen, but there were quite a few people who wanted this to happen. i will be tagging the accounts, and you should all thank @limitlesshq for making this happen. i'm gonna go eat my laptop now bc i want this man so badly.

it’s 2:35am when you hear the furious rasping of knuckles on your door.

you’re a little terrified, rooted to where you were currently standing in the kitchen when you hear the intrusive noise. on the journey to retrieve a glass of water, you really were not expecting an unknown assailant to disrupt this methodical routine of yours.

willing yourself to move, you approach the door as carefully as possible, holding your breath whilst you peer into the peephole. the sight you’re greeted with causes you to stumble a little, face scrunching into an unpleasant expression as you lean on the door for a bit more stability. 

when you open the door, you don’t know who looks more shocked to see the other.

“rin?” you greet after a brief moment of silence, his teal eyes cutting into yours.

his eyebrows furrow, the shock melting away from his face. “did i wake you?”

“no, i was- uh, doing my work.”

“at 2:30? you should be getting some sleep-”

“can we not talk about my bad habits right now? not whilst you’re looking like…” you gesture to his face, “this.” 

there’s streaks of blood on his face, his hair sticks to his forehead due to sweat, he has a bust lip along with a few other cuts scattered along his skin and the drowsiness in his eyes is making you feel fatigued too. 

but there’s a part of you that twists in discomfort just thinking about what he’s been up to tonight, where he’d been tonight. the bulge in the pockets of his jacket confirm your thoughts and you wonder how much cash he could’ve racked up tonight to look this disastrous.

rin frequenting boxing matches as a fighter for a little extra cash was something you learnt about him ages ago, but ever since knowing it, you don’t recall him being beat up too badly. something about ‘being too good for lukewarm dipshits’. 

rin rolls his eyes. “i’m coming in.”

he pushes open the door a little further to accommodate his frame before stepping through as if this were his home, causing you to stare after him in bewilderment. where was this attitude coming from? why was he acting so weird tonight?

slowly, you shut the door and lock it, turning around to confront rin who now sits on the edge of the couch, forearms resting on his legs as he sighs heavily. walking over to his pitiful figure, you stop a few feet short.

“is something wrong?” you ask, voice practically a whisper as to avoid shattering whatever fragile state rin was in right now. 

“‘m just really tired. nasty fight tonight.”

you don’t say anything, not wanting to force rin to open up. instead, you take a hesitant step forward to card a hand through his messy hair and the sound that leaves him is close to a groan of relief. it hurts, really, rin’s double life stresses you out to the point that it causes physical aches in your chest simply thinking about what he has to go through. he says it’s a nice stress relief and the money doesn’t hurt, but because he ‘enjoys’ the activity, he never knows how to stop.

his hand weakly reaches out to grab at you, pulling you closer once they close around your waist, allowing him to lean against your stomach. the dark-haired soaks up whatever affection you give him and with each stroke of your hands through his hair, he leans himself further into you, using you as a crutch, a lifeline, a safe haven. 

when you step away a little to take a look at his injuries, you don’t miss the way his hands clench onto your shirt, holding on to the fabric with a vice grip as he stares up at you.

“where are you going?” he asks, voice ragged.

“nowhere, why?” you answer. rin’s grip lets up a little, but he pulls you into him effortlessly, causing you to grab onto his shoulders for stability.

“i don’t want you to go. need to be with you tonight. need to be with you all the time.”

the way your heart flips over and over again in your chest should be illegal because you feel like you’re about to be sent into cardiac arrest. rin is most beautiful when vulnerable, you think, and as concerning as your confession may sound, you mean it well. he bears his shield and sword, wields them so well that he forgets to drop them sometimes, that there is so much more to see when your view isn’t obscured by self-reliance and independence.

your hands travel upwards to cup his cheeks and he sighs, closing his eyes to relax against you.

“i’m not leaving, i just wanted to check out your injuries. speaking of which, you really need to wash up. let me take care of your wounds.” 

“they’re fine. i got some first aid already.”

“then why didn’t they wash the blood off your face?”

“i left before they could. wanted to see you.” 

“you’re so bothersome,” you scold with a small smile, patting his cheek affectionately. “i’m tired too, i want to go to bed so it’s either you wash up or i’m leaving you on the street.” 

with a grunt, rin stands up, surrendering to your pleads as he lets you drag him in the direction of your bathroom. “go shower. i’ll take dress your wounds afterwards,” you command, dropping a spare towel in his arms.

the dark-haired glances up at you with an amused look in his eyes. “not gonna join me?”

“you belong on the streets, don’t make me actually throw you out.”

he rolls his eyes. “aye aye captain.”

closing the door behind you, you dutifully retreat to your room where you had last left your laptop running with the document of the assessment you had to complete by the end of the week. killing time by working a little more wouldn’t hurt anyone, you think, before opening another tab, music still softly playing from your laptop speakers to set the ambient mood.

“what do you think you’re doing?”

a stern voice disrupts your train of thought, the sound of furious typing on keyboard suddenly halting when you see itoshi rin in your doorway, dripping water from his hair with nothing but a towel to cover his body, chest on display for your viewing pleasure.

not that you indulge him.

you breathe out roughly, rubbing your face. “oh good, you’re done. c’mon.”

standing up from where you were working, rin doesn’t let you walk too far out of your room, using a toned arm to stop you as it winds around your torso, bringing you to him effortlessly. you feel the post-shower warmth from his chest radiate off him, almost lulling you to sleep with how heavy your eyelids feel.

“you’re not overworking yourself again, are you?” the dark-haired asks quietly, his hand now tracing circles at your hip from where it snuck underneath your clothes.

the yawn that escapes you gives you the only answer he needs. “it’s just tonight, i promise.”

“you say that all the time. you need to take care of yourself, y/n. these habits aren’t healthy.”

“i know, i know. rich coming from you,” you mutter. “can we talk about this another time? i’d really like to clean you up and get to bed as soon as possible.”

you feel him nod from behind and soon enough, the grasp he had around you loosens, allowing you to step away and guide him to the bathroom. there, you sit him down on the toilet seat and furrow through your cabinets for the first kid, grabbing some antiseptic, cotton pads, and a variety of bandaids. 

the remaining mist from his shower lingers in your bathroom and the smell of your products remain heavy in the air- heavy on rin too.

the whole process you spend it in silence, letting the tension accumulate on its own as you brush away still damp spots with a dry cloth and squeeze some antiseptic onto his wounds before placing some bandaids over some of them. he’s not very reactive throughout the process, but his indicators of pain flash across his expression from time to time, even if just for a second. especially prominent when you dealt with his bust lips.

your heart aches.

when pressing the last dressing onto a cut on his cheek, you instinctively bend down to place a lingering kiss over it, as if the one action will communicate all the concern and affection you held for him.

as if the love you feel for him will be branded onto his skin.

it’s with an air of reluctance and melancholy that you pull away from him, not meeting rin’s eyes as you go to put the supplies back in the cabinet and wash your hands. 

you easily preempt the two arms that wind around you and the familiar chest that presses itself to your back once again. it seems to be rin’s favourite position, especially with how liberally he rests his chin on your shoulder, staring at your reflection, waiting for you to look back at him.

you don’t cave. otherwise you might break.

“talk to me,” he whispers next to your ear, tightening his embrace ever so slightly.

the silence is deafening, especially to rin who grows more and more concerned over it.

“y/n.”

“i don’t like it when you show up like this,” you confess in an exhale, reaching for a towel to dry your hands with. “it hurts seeing you hurt with blood all over your face, all bruised.”

now it’s his turn to be silent. you finally bring your head up to look in the mirror but the sight only makes you realise how much of a mess you look. your hair is ruffled, your eyes are drooping, and you look a little crazed. 

yet rin looks at you like you are some iridescent, all-knowing being. like you weave the strings to his life. like you command the outcome of his life. the twisted part is that he would. he would allow you to do all of the above, because “you’re the only place i can go.”

what he means to say is that you’re the only place he wants to go, but the confession causes a hiccup (something that resembled a quiet sob) to escape your throat. rin holds you tighter to him, pressing several kisses on your neck, trying to distract himself from your grief because otherwise he thinks he’d crack too. 

“rin.” one quiet syllable of his name causes him to stop and look back up at you, those usually indifferent, cerulean eyes containing so much intention and devotion. 

he loves you, he realises. 

“i’m glad you trust me and i trust you too, but seeing you hurt and broken down hurts me too.” 

you love him back, he realises.

“you talk all the time about taking care of myself, but what about you? you can’t expect people to do the things you can’t, rin.” you’re not looking at him again; it kills him. “i know i can’t stop you from going out every so often, i don’t have a place to tell you what to do- am i making sense right now?”

he gives your waist a squeeze. “you are. you’re right, i’m sorry for making you feel this way-”

“you don’t have anything to be sorry about. this is all just in my head, i’m sorry, i just need to sleep the day off and then-”

“-stop invalidating yourself. you’re right.”

“i don’t mean what i say from a ‘you’re bothering me’ kind of way, i don’t mind it when you come to me for help- i’m more than happy to! it’s just… i’m not as strong willed as i like to be sometimes.”

you turn around in his grasp and he presses you into the ceramic of the bathroom counter, rubbing comforting circles into your skin. “i know, i know,” he repeats. “it’s okay. thank you for being here, that’s enough for me. you make my nights so much easier, don’t you know?”

his forehead rests against yours.

“best part is being able to know that once everything is over, you can be there to make life so much better.”

with a shaky exhale, you begin laughing. “what if i’m actually asleep though and don’t wake up to answer the door?”

“i thought you were going to be asleep tonight.” 

“then why did you come?”

“i didn’t mean for you to answer. i just wanted to be near you.”

the weight of his confession is hefty, but calms the ponderous storm of your mind nevertheless. you laugh even harder. rin’s ears turn bright red. at least you’re smiling again. he would fight in countless matches and get several punches to the jaw if it meant he could see you all happy and radiant in his arms. 

you retreat out of the bathroom to find appropriate clothes for him to wear so he can be in something other than a towel. 

then soon enough, you’re both curled up under your covers with rin holding you to him in a vice grip. when he’s sure that you’re fast asleep, he breathes a quiet, but meaningful ‘i love you’ into your skin, branding you in return before succumbing to unconsciousness with all he could ever want in his arms.

[mimimui]

I saw your "genshin boys asking for a kiss" and i felt like melting into a puddle it's so cute... ㅜㅡㅜ if i may ask, how would the sumeru boys react to reader who is unable to sleep because of their cold? like they try to sleep but the pounding headache, clogged nose, etc is preventing them to do so sobs

thank you so much beforehand!

sumeru boys versus your cold

includes: alhaitham, kaveh, tighnari, cyno

tags: established relationship, endearments, fluff, kinda ooc(?) maybe, not proofread i'm sorry, mention of rudolph (is there even a rudolph in genshin? well there is now)

a/n: thank u so much! ♡⸜(˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)⸝♡ i'm also currently suffering from a severely clogged nose so i understand the feeling x_x thanks for the request anon <3 i kinda struggled writing alhaithams aaa i hope it's still ok :') as always .. enjoy !

alhaitham knows you're perfectly capable of taking care of yourself, so when you started sneezing this morning, he didn't think much of it. he told you to drink some water and take meds, but that's mostly it. only when he was about to retire to your shared bed was when he noticed your loud, constant sniffling.

"(y/n), did you not take meds earlier?" he asks, switching the lamp back on. alhaitham places a hand on your shoulder, slowly moving you to face him. his eyes widen when he sees your red nose and tired eyes. "haitham.. can't sleep.." you mumble, your hands covering your face.

most people think alhaitham is a bit aloof, but they've clearly never seen him take care of you. he urges you to sit up, quickly getting a tissue for your runny nose. when you tell him, "i can't, my head hurts so bad.." he brings the tissue to your nose himself, asking you to blow into it.

this doesn't cure your clogged nose, however, as you continue to sniffle. he lays next to you, wrapping his arm around you, rubbing your back. "breathe through your mouth slower, copy me," he says, breathing at a slow, easy pace for you to replicate.

it takes some time for you to go to sleep, but even so, alhaitham stays awake the entire time, making sure you fall asleep before he does. when he notices your steady breathing and closed eyes, he smiles contently, glad that you were finally able to sleep.

"sleep well, my dear."

kaveh is not a stranger to sleeping with colds, especially since he's prone to sickness from always stays up late. when you tell him you can't sleep because you have a clogged nose, he immediately asks you if you want meds, tissues, or both. as he babbles on, you can only laugh at his reaction when you say, "i want you."

"that's bold for someone with snot running down their nose," he says teasingly, which earns him a pillow getting thrown at his head. "ow! you're mean when you're sick, (y/n)." he jokingly pouts as he sits next to you on the bed, rubbing the spot you hit with the pillow.

his expressions turns into a sad one as you suddenly lie down, your headache making you groan. he looks around for a bit before handing you the box of tissues he meant to give you earlier, telling you to blow your nose to clear it up a bit.

"i can't do this anymore, kaveh. i hate being sick." you cover your face with the blanket, sniffling underneath. "i know, sunshine, i know," he says, patting your thigh gently. "we all get sick from time to time, but trust me, you'll feel better in no time!" his tone is optimistic, but he makes sure not to be too loud, for the sake of your headache.

"...can you help me fall asleep, please?" you peek through the blanket, watching his reaction to your request. he smiles warmly, lying down and continuing to pat your thigh. he hums a calm, familiar tune—one of your favorites that he sings—and you can't help but smile.

it may be hard to breathe at the moment, but rest assured kaveh will comfort you in any way he can.

tighnari tells you to sit on the edge of the bed, in spite of your throbbing headache. you comply though, waiting for him to come back. it feels like a century when he returns to your room with a pot of steaming water. "place the blanket over yourself and the pot."

the hot steam hits your face and you wince a bit, not used to this kind of temperature. but when tighnari sits next to you and places a reassuring hand on your back, you find the steam a bit more bearable.

"nari, what does this do for me?" you ask, removing the blanket from over your head as 10 minutes pass. he mentions something about steam inahalation and so on, talking about how it can help relieve your clogged nose.

you're not yet entirely cured, but it's comfortable enough. he lies down next to you, an arm wrapping around your waist as he tells you he'll get medicine for you in the morning. his voice is soft, quiet, and gentle. it slowly fades away as you fall asleep, a satisfied tighnari beside you as he watches your eyes close.

"i'm happy to take care of you, my lover."

cyno tries to distract you with corny jokes, but archons, as much as you love him, his jokes are only contributing to your headache. he sits down on the bed, holding a glass of warm water he got for you. "i have a joke about colds, but i hope you don't get it."

"cyno, i love you, but you realize i already have colds, right?" he chuckles at your stressed reaction, asking you to sit up so you can drink water. "do you know what kind of shoes colds wear?" you sigh as you lie back down, pulling the covers over your head.

"aaaaa shoe!" he follows up, smiling at his own joke. you feel his head hit the pillow beside you, his hand finding yours to hold. he uses his other hand to pull the blanket off your face, the moonlight illuminating even the redness of your nose.

"seems like i have my own rudolph." you squeeze his hand tightly and he chuckles. "i apologize, (y/n)," cyno says in a low voice, bringing your hand up to his lips. he closes his eyes as he tells you to breathe deeply, repeating the phrase 'breath in, breath out'.

it's still a struggle to fall asleep, but cyno doing his best to help you breathe easier makes you feel a bit better. if you thought he worked hard as the general mahamatra, he works hard at taking care of you as well.

"let's visit tighnari in the morning. rest easy, (y/n)."

thanks for reading (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

[seangelfish]

i was ranting to the ritsu ai bot about my abusive ex and he said he was gonna tell knights and they were gonna handle it and when i asked him what he meant he was like "hehe dont worry about it~" djndksndke do you think u can write something about ritsu listening to u rant to him about an abusive ex and how hed handle it pls... thank u so much 🥺

A/N: I'm so sorry for the wait, anon! I hope you're still here to read this ;-; This was really an interesting request to take on. I added more to the story if that's alright! Just wanted the quote to flow in better~ Anyways, I hope you enjoy! (´,,•ω•,,)♡

"Hehe, don't worry about it~"

Ritsu Sakuma x reader ♡ Tags: Fluff/comfort/kinda angsty, romance, established relationship, she/her pronouns/fem reader ♡ Warnings: Slight mentions of abusive relationships ♡ Word count: 1,278 ♡ Synopsis: There are times where you just can't forget about the past, and unfortunately, it came back to haunt you. Ritsu, being the analytical person he is, notices your shift in attitude. The happiest girl he knew was now drifting away. How is he able to solve this, he wonders...

"(Y/N)~" Ritsu called out to you from across the hallway. "I want a kiss~"

You winced, slowly turning around. There you saw your boyfriend and the rest of his unit making their way to their practice room.

"Hey, don't bother (Y/N)!" snapped Arashi. "Can't you see that she's busy?"

She was right and the stack of books in your arms proved that. You forced out a chuckle but decided not to answer Ritsu's request and walked away.

"Ahaha! What odd behaviour!" Leo pointed out. "She didn't even pay you no mind!"

Ritsu bit his lip. "Is she mad at me?" he murmured to himself.

After practice, Ritsu looked all over the school for you, constantly calling you but never getting a reply. He was getting extremely anxious because not only did he know you as the most happy-go-lucky person that he adored, but because there was that thought in the back of his mind that you were going to leave him.

You were avoiding him after all.

“H-Hey, Maa-kun, have you seen (Y/N) anywhere?” Ritsu panted, hands on his knees as he breathed heavily.

“Woah, there!” Mao exclaimed. “You’re sweating! You’re not one to run around so much. Is (Y/N) okay? I haven’t seen her much today—”

“I don’t know… I think she might be mad at me, but I’m not sure why she would be…” said Ritsu sadly. “She’s not even picking up my calls.”

“Hmm… let me try then.”

Mao scrolled through his contacts until he landed on yours. As the phone rang, the two boys waited for you to answer.

Unprecedentedly, the line was immediately cut.

“Huh, weird. (Y/N) always picks up when I call her,” said Mao, thinking back to the times he had to call you to take care of Ritsu. “Yeah, she might be mad at you. Ritsu—”

“I swear I didn’t do anything,” Ritsu quickly stated. “Argh, I’m going to look again. Bye!”

“Hey, don’t overdo it!”

Ritsu sighed, slumping down by the corner of the Yumenosaki gardens. He looked for you everywhere he could, asking friends and classmates where you went, but none of them knew of your whereabouts.

He couldn't keep running around forever. Ritsu wasn't built for that. So he came to rest for a bit before trying again.

“Ah… I’m tired,” he muttered to himself. “(Y/N)… where are you…?”

His eyelids felt heavy, but before he could fall asleep, his ears picked up the sound of shuffling. He lifted his head up and there you were, backed into the corner, hugging your knees.

The two of you stared at each other in shock, yet Ritsu was the one who broke off the silence.

"(Y/N)!" he exclaimed, crawling towards you. As he took your hands in his, he continued swiftly, "I was looking all over for you! Are you okay? What's wrong? Did I do something that hurt you? I'm sorry. Please don't be mad. I'll fix it–"

You shook your head, an artificial smile forming on your face. "I'm sorry, Ritsu. I just needed alone time... You didn't do anything wrong, I promise."

"T-Then why have you been avoiding me?" he quavered. "You've been ignoring my calls too... (Y/N), you know you can tell me anything, right? You can rely on me – I want you to rely on me..."

You stared into his deep red eyes, the ones that pleaded with you to be honest with him. You let out a sigh, nodding in agreement that talking to him would have been better than bottling these feelings up.

"There's something I never told you about..." you said. "About my past relationship..."

Ritsu looked confused, but stayed quiet for you to continue. Not once did he let go of your hands, and you were thankful for that.

"...The relationship was fine at first, but it gradually became harder to breathe in. He would get mad at everything I did, everything I said. It was like walking on eggshells... There were times I was hurt by it too – mentally and physically."

And as you expected, those red eyes of his looked horrified.

"It was a scary time, but I'm glad I was able to get out. Then I met you." You smiled at him genuinely this time, but it all faded away too quickly. "I didn't think I was ready to get into a new relationship, but you were so sweet, so kind... You made all my worries melt away. I was so happy, but I guess I shouldn't have been."

"(Y/N), what? I don't understand–"

"He found out I was dating you," you stated. "He found out I was attending Yumenosaki, where I live now. He texted me yesterday to insult me because I already got into a new relationship even though it had been a while. He wouldn't leave me alone despite the amount of times I blocked him! He just keeps creating new accounts and numbers. That's why I didn't answer your calls... I-I turned my phone off..."

"(Y/N)..."

"R-Ritsu, I'm so scared...!" you stuttered as tears fell down your cheeks. "I didn't know what to do, so I tried avoiding it... but I'm so scared..."

"Hey..." he said calmly, wiping a tear away with his thumb. "I'm sorry you had to go through that, but thank you for telling me this. I'll handle the rest, okay?"

"H-Huh? But how?"

"Hmm... I'll tell the rest of Knights about it..." he muttered.

"Ritsu, what do you mean by that–"

"Hehe, don't worry about it~"

He stood up and held out his hand. "Come on, let's go back. Lunch is almost over." You hesitated but grabbed his hand as he pulled you up carefully. Once you were on your feet, he embraced you. He held your head to his chest, making you hear his heartbeat.

"You deserve to be happy, so don't worry about it anymore, alright?" he said. "(Y/N), I love you."

Lips pursed in order not to cry any more, you chuckled. "Thank you, Ritsu..." you whispered. "I love you too."

The next day, you stopped receiving those threatening messages from your ex. You wondered how Ritsu did it, but he never answered, leaving you clueless about the whole situation.

However, he did tell you that you shouldn't worry about your ex finding you anymore. He made sure to report the messages to the police with the help of Tsukasa. So now that the police were keeping an eye on him, you were able to relax.

"But what did you guys do anyway?" you asked Knights one day. "Ritsu never told me."

"Uhm– Oh– We didn't do much!" Arashi quickly stated, looking to the side. "We just reported it, that's it!"

"Eh...? Then Tsukasa, can you tell me–"

"I'm sorry, (Y/N), I can't."

"Izumi–"

"Nope."

"Leo?!"

"Not happening, (Y/N)!"

"Why are you all being so secretive?!"

"It's for your own good," Ritsu said sleepily as he entered the room. "(Y/N), can I use you as a pillow?"

You smiled. "Of course, come over here." As you patted your lap, Ritsu made his way over to you. He laid his head down on your legs happily as you began to stroke his hair.

"Can I have a kiss too?" he whispered. "After all, you didn't give me one last time~"

"Okay, okay~"

You leaned down and placed a soft kiss on his lips which he seemed to be very delighted about. You supposed it didn't matter how your boyfriend got your ex to back off. The past was the past, and you were going to leave that behind once and for all.

Anyways, your future was already fast asleep on your lap, lightly snoring away.

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On the Mend - Ch 3: You Don’t Have To

No Outbreak Joel Miller x Female Reader

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Summary: Of all the things you did to erase Joel Miller in your life, there was one thing you forgot about--having him as your emergency contact.

Word count: 1,584

A/N: Here's chapter 3 and it looks like reader and Joel are on their way to patching things up. IDK. LOL I'm honestly just going along with my deluluness on this one. Also, tagging @vickie5446 for this update. If you want to be tagged for the next ones, just leave a comment ^_^

The days following Joel's unexpected visit were a whirlwind of emotions for her. She couldn't shake the memory of seeing him standing on her doorstep, bruised and broken, pleading for a chance to make amends. It stirred a chaotic mix of feelings within her, and she found herself torn between her love for him and her resentment for the pain he had caused.

It didn't help that Joel had sent her texts simply asking her how she is and if they could see each other again. All of which she left on read. Still unsure if she still wants Joel back in her life.  

Days turned into a relentless march toward her impending maternity leave. 

She buried herself in work, taking on overtime to secure extra pay and ensure her coworkers wouldn't be burdened in her absence. It was a way to stay busy, to distract herself from the storm of thoughts and emotions raging within. Between work, her doctor's appointments and the preparations for the nursery, her days were filled to the brim.

Too much so that one hot afternoon, as the sun blazed down on her car during her drive home from work, she felt an unexpected, sharp pain in her lower abdomen. It caught her off guard, and she winced in discomfort, her grip on the steering wheel tightening. She tried to dismiss it as just another round of pregnancy discomfort, but the pain persisted and grew stronger with each passing moment.

With a trembling hand, she reached for her phone and dialed her doctor's number. As she explained her symptoms, the doctor advised her to head straight to the hospital, suspecting it might be preterm labor. Panic coursed through her veins as she obeyed the instructions.

Rushing through the hospital doors, she tried to remain calm despite the escalating pain. The nurses quickly took her to a room, and she was placed under observation, calling her emergency contact as they worked on her. 

---

Joel had just picked up Sarah from her soccer practice after work, and they were heading home with Tommy in tow when his phone rang. He glanced at the caller ID and his brows furrowed in confusion at the number he did not recognize. 

"Quit bickering, you two!" Joel said hushing the two who were arguing about something as he answered the call. 

“Hello?” His blood ran cold as he listened to the nurse on the other end explain the situation.

Without a second thought, Joel made a swift U-turn, the tires screeching on the pavement. 

"Jesus Christ, Joel!" Tommy exclaimed.

"Dad, what's going on?" Sarah asked worriedly.

Joel's knuckles were white from gripping the steering wheel as he navigated through traffic, his mind racing. "She's at the hospital,” his voice tight. " Somethin's wrong."

---

The hospital felt like a blur as Joel rushed through the corridors, his heart pounding with each step. When he arrived at her room, he was met with a mix of relief and surprise. She lay in the hospital bed, her face etched with pain, and when her eyes met his, she looked astonished.

"Joel? What are you doing here?" she managed to say between breaths.

Joel's worry didn't subside, but he couldn't help but smile faintly. "I'm still listed as your emergency contact," he explained, his voice filled with a mixture of concern and tenderness.

Her brow furrowed in realization, and she seemed flustered. "I'm so sorry, Joel. You shouldn't have come, I meant to change that."

Joel shook his head, his eyes never leaving her. "You don't need to do that," he replied softly. "I'm here because I want to be. I want to be here for you and the baby..." 

She blinked away the tears and took a deep breath. "Joel, I appreciate that you want to help, but I've managed this far on my own, and I can handle it. You don't need to feel obligated."

Joel nodded, his expression filled with understanding. "I know you're strong and capable, and I know so well that you can do it on your own. But I also know how tough it is to care for a newborn alone. I've been there, and I don't want you to go through it if I can help."

Their eyes locked in a silent battle of wills. She wanted to prove her independence, to show Joel that she could handle everything just fine on her own, that she doesn't need him in her life as much as he didn't want her to be a constant in his. 

Before she could respond, the intern entered the room, donned in a white coat and a warm smile. 

"Good evening," the intern greeted kindly, glancing between the two of them. 

"I've reviewed your test results, and it appears that what you experienced was indeed a false alarm. This can sometimes happen due to stress or other factors, especially during the later stages of pregnancy."

Relief washed over her, and she nodded gratefully. "So I can go home tonight?"

"Absolutely!" The intern continued, "I also called your OB and she advised that you be on bed rest with bathroom privileges until your next routine checkup next week."

"Thank you, doc. I'll make sure she's well taken care of." Joel answered for her. 

After providing some more instructions, the intern excused herself from the room. "I'll have someone process your discharge papers," she said as she closed the door behind her, leaving the two of them alone.

Joel turned his attention back to her, his determination unwavering. 

"I'm comin’ home with you." he insisted, his voice soft yet firm. "Let me take care of you, even if it's just until your next doctor's appointment."

She hesitated, her desire for independence warring with the growing realization that accepting Joel's help might be the best course of action. 

"I don't want to burden anyone, Joel," she confessed, worry etching lines on her face. “Besides, what about Sarah? Tommy can’t handle stuff all on his own, and you both have work.” 

“You don’t worry ‘bout all that now.” he assured her. “Tommy and Sarah can manage without me for the next couple of days, in fact you can ask them yourself.” He smiled lightly.

“What?” Her eyes widened in surprise. "Tommy and Sarah are here?" she asked, her voice filled with longing. 

“They’re, uh, outside.” He smiled sheepishly.

“Do-do you think Sarah would want to see me?” She asked him softly, feeling unsure and a little embarrassed about basically ghosting a 10 year old who considered her as a mother-figure. 

“Of course, darlin’.” Joel said, “I’d go get them if you want.” She nodded and Joel's smile grew wider as he walked out of the room to call in Tommy and Sarah. 

When they entered the room, her heart nearly burst with joy. Sarah squealed in excitement at the sight of her, and they shared a warm hug, both happy to be reunited after too long apart.

Sarah was brimming with curiosity. "Mom, how are you? Is the baby okay?"

She smiled down at the little girl, touched by her concern. "I'm doing much better now, sweetie, and the baby's just fine." Suddenly Sarah started sniffling. 

“I’m so happy to see you again.” Fat tears began to roll down her plump cheeks. “Please, mom, come home…” The little girl pleaded. 

“Sarah–”Joel started but was cut off. 

“It’s okay, Joel.” She assured him, clinging tightly to Sarah. 

Joel stepped closer, a comforting presence beside them. "Sarah, your mom needs to rest for a little while," he explained gently, his hand resting on her shoulder. "But maybe when she's a little better, she may want to hang out..." Joel's statement came out as a question directed at her and she nodded in reply.

"That's absolutely right, sweetie," she chimed in, her voice soft and warm. "I just need to get better so that your baby sister can keep growing stronger before she arrives."

"She?" The three Millers asked in unison.

“Oh…” A faint blush crept onto her cheeks as she smiled. "Yes, Sarah is going to have a baby sister." 

After a few more moments of heartfelt exchanges, they reluctantly said their goodbyes to Sarah and Tommy, assuring them that they would see each other soon. As the door closed behind them, she sighed deeply, feeling the weight of the emotional encounter.

Joel turned his attention back to her, his gaze soft with a hint of uncertainty. 

"I'm so sorry," he began, his voice carrying a tone of regret, "I didn't mean to make plans for you and Sarah—"

"It's alright, Joel," she interjected, offering a faint smile. "I truly want to see Sarah again. I think I owe her an apology and an explanation." She admitted, and he responded with a grateful nod. "Thank you," he breathed out.

She absentmindedly stroked her swollen belly; the contractions had ceased, but she still felt uncomfortable.

"So, uh..." Joel started, his hand nervously rubbing his neck, "does that mean you're okay with me stayin' over for a couple of days?"

"Yes," she nodded, "Thank you, Joel. You really don't have to, though. I can ask—"

"No, no," Joel interrupted, his voice earnest. "Please, I want to... I want to take care of you and the baby."

A brief silence settled in the room, interrupted only when a nurse popped her head through the door with the paperwork.

Soon after, they found themselves walking to her car, with Joel behind the wheel, driving her home.

Next Chapter 👉🏻

[bubuslutty]

hc: witch!reader x 141 (+ Ale, Rudy, König, Horangi) as monsters

A monster's high

word count: 1.5k

tags: they/them pronouns, poc friendly, 3rd person pov, proof read by me so sorry for any mistakes, nsfw, fluff

warnings: a bit of body horror

a/n: i initially meant for this to be fluffy but uhhh I guess I'm a whore 🥰 enjoy either way!!! 💙 pls if u wanna see anything pls let me know, cuz I just want more excuses to talk abt monster cod mw2 guys!!

Soap (werewolf):

Johnny has a habit of scenting his witch when they have to go somewhere without him, and he claims it's to keep them safe from other monsters. but does he really need to rub his face all over their tummy and ass??

Johnny's witch takes care of him during his ruts by brewing him teas for his stomach aches. and provides him with their worn clothes so he can have familiar and comforting scents around him when he's rutting.

Soap also likes to hang out with his witch during nights on a full moon, so he can turn and run in the forest. and sometimes they even play catch with him, by throwing a stick and he runs after it, getting it for her, for pets and praises, tail wagging and all.

Ghost (symbiote):

Simon Riley is pretty cool, kind and pleasant to hang out with, Ghost on the other hand is dark in a weirdly attractive way (monster fucker alert). Ghost doesn't really have a form, they're just a mass of black matter that merges and melts into Simon's pores, but also has a voice of its own.

Reader has gotten used to Ghost jumping in on conversations when they're talking with Simon. And has even gotten used to Ghost threathening (flirting) to eat them (??). While Simon always apologises about Ghost, reader hasn't figured out if Ghost wants to eat them literally or sexually.

Reader has also gotten used to walking around Simon's place and being suddenly pulled into a dark corner by a cold tentacle attached to Simon's symbiote. Then asked in a very ominous voice "Can you get orange juice from the corner store? Simon can't, too tired."

Reader shrugs and nods, "Okay." while being held up in the air by dark matter.

"Thank you." Ghost whispers, their voice raising all the hairs in reader's body.

Price (Dragon hybrid):

he can breathe fire, but doesn't allow himself to so he satiates the urge with cigars. Breathing fire is a hazard and can put others around him in danger, and he can accidentally destroy his belongings by allowing the tickle of a flame leave his throat.

But sometimes he slips up, for example when he's balls deep in reader (don't ask me how we got here). They were curious about what it'd be like fucking a dragon hybrid and how can Price say no to those pretty eyes?

It happens when he's about to orgasm, and he feels fire tickle his throat, and when he can't swallow the urge back, he throws his head back and let's out fire escape his lips, blowing it upward so it doesn't catch on anything.

And then when reader realises what he just did, he gets shy about it. Usually he doesn't spit fire when he fucks someone, but reader doesn't need to know that.

Gaz (Crow harpy hybrid):

first of all, Gaz has the prettiest, softest feathers. They're black but Show different colours when lights hit them in different angles. And reader spends a lot of time just admiring them and caressing them while he plays his favourite video game.

And when they accidentally press on the feathers a bit too hard, he jumps and grabs their wrist, "Don't do that again, please."

"Did I hurt you? I'm sorry." Reader apologises

"You didn't, they're just a bit sensitive… That's all." Gaz mumbles and they nod, resuming caressing his feathers in the gentlest way possible as Gaz resumes his game and tries to ignore the tingle at the base of his spine, making him shudder and heat up.

Horangi (Tiger shifter):

at first he scared reader because when they first met him, he was in his tiger form napping in the living room when reader walked in, completely clueless with a bunch of ingredients for a potion in their arms, "I got the-"

They used all of their strenght not to drop everything in their arms because the ingredients are expensive while they stood, facing a sleeping tiger, taking up the whole couch.

The tiger quickly noticed their presence and woke up, lazily blinking and letting out a big yawn, revealing a sharp set of teeth and reader readied themselves to cast a spell if the tiger was to ever attack or try anything.

The tiger kept staring at reader until they got bored and stood up on the couch, and shifted just like that, fur flipped into pink soft skin and bones reshaping themselves in real time.

And so reader was face to face with a naked man in the middle of Soap's living room.

König (eldritch):

König wears a huge diy'ed mask on his head, covering red and black smooth salty skin and tentacles. Sometimes he lets them hang outside the mask, poking and prodding this and that when he's comfortable, but most of the time they're hidden, out of sight.

Reader has yet to figure out where all of his tentacles come from, they know they come from his head, from the area that would be considered his chin and jaw if he had one, like a beard that has a mind of its own.

They've seen peeks of König shirtless a couple of times, but couldn't see any extra limbs or tentacles coming out of his skin, so how earth does he manages to wrap them in huge long tentacles? Where do they come from??

They've asked König of course, but all he did was smile, his eyes shaping half moons, patt their head and walked off without a word.

Alejandro (werewolf):

The only other werewolf in the bunch apart from Johnny. This man has also an obsession with scenting reader after Johnny scented them just to get a rise out of him.

He's territorial of course, very protective and loves to bite and nip at reader when they let him. Be it their hips, waist, tummy or ass, he'll happily sink his teeth in any part of their body as long as they let him.

He's also allergic to wearing clothes when the sun shines, if Alejandro senses that summer is very near, he'll strip to his boxers and hang around in all of his tan and hairy glory.

And reader is only human, when they see him like that, their heart skips a beat and they quickly leave the room Alejandro or otherwise he'll somehow smell them getting aroused.

And Alejandro doesn't even need to smell their arousal to know they're affected, because he can hear their thumping heart when he focuses his hearing.

They also try to avoid him when they've had their back blown by a local resident monster (only Soap's pack tho, no one else or they'll (141 & Co.) have a mental breakdown lmao) because he can smell the cum plugged inside them. and even when they've showered, washed away all traces of sex, he still can smell it underneath all the soap, lotion and body mist. And when he does smell it, he corners them and bullies them into telling him how it went down while they whine and beg him to let them go (they actually love it dw guys, ale would let them go as soon as they express real discomfort)

Rudy (human):

The second human in the pack after reader. While reader is a witch and in tune with the spiritual and supernatural world, Rudy can't feel shit. like nothing at all. everyone might be on edge because they can smell someone's heat and he'd be sitting there absolutely oblivious, at least reader is knowledgeable enough to know the signs of a heat or rut without smelling it.

Reader might be reluctant to go somewhere because they feel like the vibes are off, or the place is cursed and haunted, and Rudy would shrug and go in to retrieve whatever must be retrieved.

Rudy could be checking himself out in a mirror while a spirit would be looking right back at him and reader is just standing there, uncomfortable while he hums and fixes his hair and the spirit is highly confused because how the fuck isn't he being seen by the dumb very handsome human?

He's the type of guy who'd brush off any attempt at scaring him or cursing him without a second thought, a witch would try to curse him by planting a little pouch under his door matt and Rudy would absolutely have no idea and would never step on the matt at his doorstep because his legs are long and he never needed to step on it in the first place, he even has another one inside his house as well, it's just there to look nice really, so the curse never took effect in the first place until reader shows up and hisses in disgust, immediately finding the pouch for Rudy and throwing it away.

Even when a demon is actively trying to cause him nightmares, Rudy doesn't even notice because every night our boy passes out on werewolf knot, brain melted out of his ears, he barely has the energy to open one eye so it's impossible for his brain to conjure up dreams or be active enough so the demon can plant nightmares into his head.

I imagine Rudy getting his organs rearranged in the nastiest way possible while the invisible demon is just standing there like 🧍‍♀️😐 waiting for Rudy and the werewolf, who is probably Ale to be done so he can give him nightmares.

He's our unbothered King and I love him very much.

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[andreafmn]

well hello there!! i read 'In the heat of the moment' AND IT WAS INCREDIBLE. I LOVED IT 😭😭

i came here to make a request, but if you feel uncomfortable doing it you can just skip it !!! 🧸

ok picture this. neteyam and lo'ak had been pining after you for a while, competing between them to see who is the best 'suitor' for you. but both of them are such skxawngs and cowards so they always leave you alone and needy. so, tired of his sons being fools, jake decides to take the matter into his own hands and teaches them how to fuck u 😵‍💫🤌🏻

ok I'm out of my mind here, i hope you would consider to write thiss. you're incredible!! thanks for u writing 😋 (btw sorry for my broken english, it's not my first lenguaje)

Word Count: 5.2K

Story Description: (Y/N)'s heart is being pulled in two directions. On the one hand, having Neteyam as her mate seems like an obvious and practical decision. But on the other, choosing Lo'ak guarantees a life of exhilarating adventure. Still, the only thing they have in common is how they leave her high and dry on multiple occasions. Until Jake Sully becomes tired of his sons' behaviors and gives (Y/N) what she wants.

A/N: If you didn't know, now you know. I take forever to write because life and the brain get in the way. But I still try my hardest to release them as fast as I can.😅 though I hope you enjoy and that I did your request honor, anon. It was very fun to write. My content will always be free, but if you’re feeling particularly generous, you can leave a tip on any of my posts to support me and my love of writing🥺👉👈. Hope you enjoy, and all constructive criticism is encouraged.

Warnings: SMUT(+18, minors DNI), p in v sex, public sex (voyeur), semi-public sex, fingering, not mentioned cheating

All characters are of age/over 18

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For the Rest of Time

If there was anything that (Y/N) had an excess of, it was attention. No matter where she was, eyes followed her. Whether it was older clan members hoping she’d be the mate of one of their children, other girls envious of her natural allure, or boys who wanted merely a second of her time. 

The Sully boys were not immune to this. 

Since they were children, Neteyam and Lo’ak Sully had grown attached to the girl. Wherever she was, the duo was surely close behind. Always promising one day one of them would be her mate.

Though she always brushed them off, as she grew older the proposals became more serious. No longer were they kids pretending to play house, they had to think about their future and the future of the tribe. Their decisions were not a game anymore. Especially when it came to matters of the heart… and the body. 

It was true that the Na’vi mate for life. Their mind, body, and soul are intertwined with one person in this life and the beyond. One person for eternity. This meant that in the fight between Lo’ak and Neteyam Sully, only one could prevail. And it did not help that (Y/N) could not decide which. 

There was Lo’ak. The boyish and reckless younger brother that took life a little too unseriously. He was the easy choice. The younger Sully didn’t have the fate of the clan riding on his shoulders and it allowed him to be carefree. Which meant that she could lead an easier life with him. Little to no expectations but a whole lot of adventure and fun. 

With him, she would be allowed to make mistakes and walk down a path without expectators. (Y/N) wouldn’t have the pressure of being the next tsahik, of being perfect. 

Then there was Neteyam. The perfect soldier, the confident leader, the future Olo’eyktan of the Omatikaya clan was everything she wanted and more. He was the prudent choice. Being with him would give her standing and respect merely by being next to him. He was gracious and responsible, caring and respectful. Neteyam was everything any parent would have wanted for their child. 

He had been her first kiss too. Being younger and inexperienced, they didn’t understand much of the stirrings that were waking inside them. But they did know that the fluttering in their hearts meant something, that it meant they felt something for each other. 

Neteyam had taken the lead, cupping her face gingerly and placing his lips softly on hers. It had been short and sweet but everything she had imagined. Their excited tails tangled together and their hearts raced. At that moment, she had been sure that Neteyam would be it for her. 

But, as they grew, and she started spending more time with Lo’ak when Neteyam was busy with his training, the same stirrings started to form with him. He knew how to make her feel light, to enjoy every moment as it happened with no regard for the future. 

The first time they kissed, they had burst out in a chain of laughter as they bumped noses, then teeth, and after when (Y/N) accidentally split his lip with her canine. It had been just as sloppy and carefree as they were when together. 

Both boys stood at opposite ends of the spectrum and it had her reeling. If she made the wrong decision, her life could turn out completely different. 

The brothers knew of the other’s intentions with (Y/N) though. It wasn’t hard to tell. The way they both gravitated toward her, fighting each other to spend the most time with her. 

Still, one thing they shared was how much of an unknowing tease they each were to her. In more ways than one. The brothers were each, in their own way, leading the girl on. On too many occasions, they started something they never knew how to finish. 

“Neteyam!” (Y/N) exclaimed as the older Sully wrapped his arms tightly around her waist from behind. “You can’t do that.”

“You know you always have to be aware of your surroundings, ma (Y/N),” he chuckled close to her ears. “Although, with me around, you never have to worry about anything or anyone getting close enough to you.” 

The sound of his voice reverberated through her body, sending sparks coursing through her veins. She could feel his muscles clench against her back, his arms — strong and defined — protectively tight against her. His warm breath grazed her skin, his mouth only centimeters away from her flickering ears. His tail wrapped around her legs, providing no escape from his embrace. 

Yet, what had her panting and warming the pit of her stomach was what she could feel pressed against her backside. 

Through the fabric of their loincloths, (Y/N) feel the hardness of his length pushing against her. Her breath hitched in her throat as she noticed just how warm his skin felt against hers. It seeped through her skin, making her ache almost unbearably. 

“You know that, right, syulang?” Neteyam whispered against her ears, his lips ghosting over the skin. “I would never let anyone hurt you.” 

“Am I under threat at the moment?” 

Her hands skimmed the length of his arms, her fingers tracing every inch of blue skin. She learned every line, every white spot, every vein on it. It was the most intricate work of art she had laid her eyes on. 

“No,” he chuckled softly. “Because I am here.”

“My hero,” she smiled. She leaned into his touch, wondering just how far they could push each other. Neteyam groaned against her ear, closing his eyes as her hips pressed onto his erection. (Y/N) could only smile at his reaction. “I know I will always be safe with you.” 

They stood pressed against each for a moment, testing just who would break first. Their arms laced together, their skin kissing, their hearts racing. Maybe that was the night they would give in to each other, maybe that was the night their bodies for their wishes. 

“Neteyam!” Eyapaxi, one of his friends, called. They jumped away from each other like their skin had turned to fire. “Yo, Neteyam! Your dad is looking for you!”

“I’ve got to go,” he turned to her, disappointment furrowing his brow. “I’m sorry.” 

“It’s okay,” she smiled softly. “Go. Your dad’s waiting.” 

He kissed her lips quickly and disappeared in a jog into the foliage. And she was left, with wetness pooling between her legs and a hunger building inside her. 

It wasn’t the first nor the last time Neteyam had left her with wanton need. He would touch her, kiss her, hold her, tease her… but never more. And she wanted more. 

His brother followed suit in leaving her high and dry. Because if Neteyam did something, it was highly probable that Lo’ak was close behind. 

He pecked her face teasingly, his hands gripping the sides of her face gingerly and his own face adorned with a goofy smile. They shared laughter as Lo’ak used his lips to map her face — forehead then cheeks, eyes then nose, the corners of her mouth then her chin. 

“Lo’ak,” she chuckled. “Don’t slobber my face.” 

“I’m not,” he laughed in response. “Just showing you what I can do with my lips.”

“Oh, is that all they can do?” 

The boy only grinned in response. His kisses grew deeper, harsher against her skin. He traveled down her face, attaching his lips to her neck. Searching. 

But it didn’t take long for him to find the treasure he was looking for. He knew her as well as his brother did. He knew just where that spot on her neck was that would make her say,

“Lo’ak,” she gasped. Her head fell to the side, allowing him better access to the skin of her neck. “What’re you doing? Anyone could see us.” 

“Are you really worried that anyone could see us?” Lo’ak whispered against her ear. “Or are you worried Neteyam will?” 

“You should be the one worried about that,” she purred in response. “If Nete catches you with your hands on me I’m sure he’ll more than likely fight you.” 

“Let him try,” he mumbled against her ear. “He can’t touch me as long as I’m with you. Has to prove just how perfect of a guy he is.” 

“So honorable of you,” (Y/N) chuckled. But it was quickly drowned by a moan that escaped her lips. “Don’t start something you can’t finish, Lo’ak. Please.” 

“I know I can finish it,” he growled. His lips continued their attack on her neck, sucking and nipping at her blue skin as his hands raised to explore her breasts under her necklace. “Do you think you could handle it, though?” 

“Oh, I know I could.” 

She turned suddenly, crashing her lips onto his, savoring the taste of his mouth. Their hands gripped at each other's bodies, exploring the expanse of their skins. Maybe that would be the night they could take that next step. Just maybe it would be Lo’ak that would one day claim her as his mate. 

“LO’AK!” Neytiri’s voice rang out through the trees. “LO’AK, COME HOME THIS INSTANT!” 

“What did you do?” (Y/N) gritted her teeth, sucking in a breath. 

“May have ridden my ikran past a place I shouldn’t have,” he confessed. “I guess I should go then.”

“Yeah, I think so too.” 

“Next time,” he said before kissing her cheek and disappearing toward his angry mother’s voice. 

“Skxawng,” she muttered under her breath with a chuckle. Because a laugh was all she could muster as she was left with a wetness between her legs and a tight coil in the pit of her stomach threatening to burst. 

More moments like these followed as neither brother ever had the courage to go any further. With every excuse possible, whether intentional or not, she was always left in a state of arousal with nothing but herself to take care of. It wasn’t what her body yearned for, but it was what she had at the moment. 

She couldn’t blame just the brothers. It was on her as well that her heart couldn’t make up its mind about who she wanted. Her body yearned and ached for them both, her heart pattered at the same beat for them as well. It was complicated and confusing, but they didn’t make it any easier. 

With their constant promises and unfulfilled wishes, it was hard for her to go on. Everything they did, everything they said, only aided in jumbling her thoughts and her feelings. She needed easier. She wanted Eywa to reveal to her what the right decision would be. To reveal which was the path her future had been carved for. 

Maybe it was delusion. Or maybe it was faith. But (Y/N) desperately needed someone else to decide what her fate should be. Because she had no idea what the correct answer was. She loved Neteyam and she loved Lo’ak, each in their own way, but just as strong. 

And so did they. 

As much as the brothers wanted their situation to magically resolve itself, it wasn’t going to. Their competitiveness would never allow either of them to concede. If there was anything both of the boys had in common, it was their stubbornness. They were hard-headed and always had an undeniable need to best the other. Neteyam couldn’t let his little brother have (Y/N)and vice versa. 

Yet, the one that seemed to be caught in the sibling crossfire was (Y/N). Often, she was left hot and bothered after an encounter with either of the boys. Even when it was the three of them, they seemed more interested in proving to each other which of them was the perfect suitor for her rather than proving it to her. 

Much like that night. 

The three of them had settled at a clearing they frequented. It was an area not many knew of and it gave them plenty of privacy to discuss their futures out loud. Or much rather, allowed Neteyam and Lo’ak to engage in an avid discussion regarding who would become (Y/N)’s mate in the near future. 

As she sat on a nearby rock, the brothers engaged in a hearty discussion about the same topic they loved to fight about the most. (Y/N). It had started amicably. A couple of jokes and painless jabs at each other, but had quickly turned into a kind of heated conversation. 

“Come on, little bro. You know you could never be man enough for (Y/N),” Neteyam quipped at his brother. “You don’t have the right package to satisfy her.” 

“And you do? Riding around on a Pa’li all day cannot be good for your… nether regions. Wouldn’t surprise me if you couldn’t even get it up.” 

“Oh, it works just fine. Doesn’t it, (Y/N)?” The question was directed to her, but it wasn’t for her. It was a way to show Lo’ak just how far he’d gotten with her. And though he wanted for his little brother to be the only one affected, it sent a wave of warmth to her core. The memory alone of the many times she had been witness of just how well it did work, flooded her. “And I know it would leave her perfectly content. Can’t say the same for you though. Might just be a little in more than your age, bro.” 

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that, Neteyam. Ain’t that right, (Y/N)?” Once more, a question that only worked to keep the warmth between her legs growing wetter. As moments flashed before her eyes, her body reacted. “She knows just how well I know her and her body, and what I can do with mine. And, unlike you, I have enough time to spare for her.” 

“You really think time here is an issue? Though, I guess if you only last a couple of minutes, anyone has enough time.” 

“A couple of minutes are better than a few seconds. And something tells me that’s all you can last. What with all the energy you waste during the day.” 

As the brothers kept bickering with each other, reminding the other just how close they had gotten to (Y/N) both physically and emotionally, they were only growing the girl’s arousal. Each moment they inconspicuously brought up trying to tear the other down worked only to build the already intense fire that had been born in the pit of her stomach. 

Once that match had been struck, it was near impossible to smother that flame. Her breathing had become ragged as warmth grew inside her body, her skin growing dark as blood rushed through her veins. She knew it wasn’t the time nor the place – not when the three of them were there – but she couldn’t help the flooding between her legs as desire overtook her. Sure, she had a conflicted heart, but her body was anything but. 

In the midst of the discussion, none of the people present noted the figure that lingered in the shadows. But soon enough, they would all have a night they would never forget. 

***

Jake Sully had been in search of his sons for the better part of the afternoon. The moment for Neteyam to choose his mate was approaching and it was time for him to make up his mind. Jake and Neytiri could only provide him with what options were most suitable for him, but ultimately they wanted him to choose someone he loved. 

It had not gone unnoticed his affinity for (Y/N). The way his eyes lit up whenever he spoke about her, the way he’d become elated whenever she was around regardless of his mood, the way he looked at her. He’d seen that stare before. A longing gaze that was laced with need. 

But he knew of Lo’ak’s infatuation for the girl as well. Everyone knew how the Sully brothers both longed for (Y/N). How, when they had all come of age, they’d been fighting and bickering about who would end up with her. How they were both chasing her but neither had made the first step. 

At least no first step to claiming her. The older Sully knew of every other action they had done – nothing was truly secret in the village. He knew of every moment they had winded her up and left her high and dry. He knew what they whispered in the dark about her, what they imagined they could do to the girl. Yet, it seemed they were more engrossed in bickering with each other than actually taking her. 

He knew just how frustrated she was. Every time she’d leave one of his sons, he could smell it on her. Her scent danced its way into his nostrils, igniting something in him that hadn’t been set alight in more than a decade. It was an animalistic instinct that filled his entire being. 

Much like that night, he knew that if he couldn’t find his sons, they were more than likely with (Y/N). He’d asked around the village for anyone that had a clue as to where the boys could be. He visited every area they frequented. He even checked where the ikrans rested, but both Neteyam’s and Lo’ak’s were there. Every search came up futile. 

There was only one spot he had yet to verify. The clearing none of them thought Jake knew existed. But after one too many times of his kids and (Y/N) disappearing, Jake had followed them once and encountered the area. 

He made his way down the secluded path. The light from his steps disappeared as he walked further into the forest. He was careful with his walk, not wanting to alert them of his presence too quickly. 

As he got closer, Jake could faintly hear the sound of his sons’ voices bickering about their favorite topic. It made the man chuckle slightly, knowing the conversation would ultimately end the same way it did. Unless he did something about it. 

Jake lingered back once he reached the clearing, taking in the situation he was presented with. 

His sons were recalling certain moments, implying just how far they had gotten physically with (Y/N). Between kisses and touches, they boasted about how intimate they each had been with her. They were focused on making each other feel small and had completely ignored the third person present. 

(Y/N) was breathing heavily. Her hands roamed her neck in an attempt to cool herself down. She clenched her thighs and bit her bottom lip, her tail swishing in a frenzy. 

Even from that far away, he could smell her. He could tell she was needy. Her scent was evident in that. Still, his sons were too focused on fighting each other that they could not see what they were doing to the girl. They didn’t know what she needed. 

At that moment, something took over him. Call it lust, call it a trigger, call it his animal instinct. But he slyly moved closer to (Y/N), making sure his presence would be a surprise until the last second. 

Before she could understand what was happening, Jake pressed himself against her and snaked his arms around her body. One of his hands landed on her throat, whilst the other slithered past her loincloth. 

Between her legs, he found precisely what he had imagined. She was warm and wet, needing any type of touch. Her breath hitched in her throat as soon as his hand made contact with the bundle of nerves that lived at the top of her folds. 

He could tell she was nervous, not knowing who it was behind her, but she melted into the touch she so 

needed. 

“Shhh,” he cooed into her ear. “Just enjoy yourself, baby girl.” 

She recognized the voice instantly. It was hard not to. She’d heard that voice every day of her life, she knew just who it belonged to. 

(Y/N) should have jumped away at the first moment. She should have put some distance between her and Jake and alerted the brothers to their father’s presence and actions. 

Instead, she lost herself in the way his fingers circled her clit. He rolled the bud between his digits, using her own wetness to glide over her. She swallowed the sound that wanted to stream out, not wanting Neteyam or Lo’ak to look over at her. 

As their voices drowned out in her head as it grew hazy, she believed she would be able to have what she had been yearning for without anyone noticing. 

But as Jake kept stimulating her and building her arousal, she knew it would become harder and harder to hold back. She dug her nails into the arm that held her still by her neck, her mouth falling open as she let out deep breaths. 

There was a tightening in the pit of her stomach that was growing, clawing its way around her body. It took over her lungs, it took over her vocal cords, it took over her warmth, and it took over her arousal. 

“Are you that desperate, baby girl?” Jake chuckled against her ear. “You’re close. I can tell, sweetheart. Don’t hold back. Let them know.” 

(Y/N) panted, feeling the pressure growing inside her. She wanted to keep quiet. She wanted to leave the situation satisfied and unscathed. But it was impossible. Once her climax burst, a loud moan escaped her throat. 

Lo’ak and Neteyam’s heads snapped to the sound, unsure why (Y/N) had let out such a sound. 

“What the FUCK?!” Lo’ak screamed. 

“What are you doing, dad?” Neteyam added. “(Y/N), you okay?” 

The girl couldn’t answer. Jake hadn’t stopped his movement as she came down from her orgasm. Her eyes were tightly shut, her chest rising and falling at the quickness of her breath. 

“I’m doing what you boys have not been able to do,” Jake grinned. “Haven’t you noticed just how needy you always leave our sweet (Y/N)?” 

“But, dad…”

“Tell me, Neteyam, do you know what’s the most important area to pay attention to on a woman’s body?” The boy kept quiet. “Lo’ak, do you know what you have to do to make her cum?” Another silent response. “Do either of you know what it takes to give her earth-shattering pleasure?” 

“No,” the boys softly muttered. 

“Then you’re gonna sit there and keep quiet,” Jake commanded. “Tonight you’ll learn just what you have to do. Maybe then you’ll be able to decide who the better mate for (Y/N) is. Because it, unfortunately, can’t be me.” 

He turned her head, easily maneuvering her body, taking her lips in his. In the suddenness, (Y/N) let out a gasp that pushed her mouth open. Jake used that surprise to slip his tongue in. He held the lead in the kiss, her inexperience evident at that moment. 

She let out soft whines. The roughness of the kiss took her aback, but she couldn’t help the way her body was feeling. There was a thrilling excitement to having her first time with the Jake Sully. Her Olo’eyktan, Toruk Makto, the father of the men she loved. It was nothing as she had imagined, but it was exhilarating nonetheless. 

“Tell me what you want, baby girl,” he murmured against her lips. “Do you want this quickly, or the slow and lengthy way?” 

“Quickly,” she pleaded. “I need to feel you now.” 

A deep laugh left Jake’s throat, making his chest rumble. He attached his lips to (Y/N)’s neck at the same time her slipped two digits into her entrance. The hasty invasion of his fingers made the girl gasp a breath mixed with pain and pleasure. 

He was slow at first, letting her body adjust to the stretch. “I know it hurts, baby girl,” he told her. “But you wanted quick and I need to at least spread you enough.” 

She couldn’t talk, too enthralled in the feeling of having something inside her. So, she simply nodded. She let out a whimper every time he thrust his fingers into her, but they slowly transformed into moans as her body grew used to the way the digits spread her open. (Y/N)’s arm flew back, finding the hair on Jake’s nape, using it as leverage to push him deeper into her skin. Much like his sons, he had found that spot that made her want to scream out. The same sons they had completely forgotten about. 

As his speed grew and he pistoned deeper into her, he curled the ends of his fingers to stimulate that spongy area that held the most amount of nerve endings. It drew more and more sounds from her throat, a melody that encouraged Jake to keep going. 

She could feel herself growing close already, knowing what was coming. But she had not anticipated for the man to add his thumb into the mix, rolling her swollen clit with the digit. It had her coming undone in his arms one more time, his name falling from her lips. 

“You did so good, baby girl,” Jake boasted. “Are you ready for your reward?” After she softly nodded, he continued. “Turn to face me, then. Straddle my lap.” 

(Y/N) did as told as she turned her body. A shade of purple flooded her face as she stared into Jake’s eyes for the first time that night. He smiled kindly at her as he brushed stay hairs from her face. Under the light of the bioluminescent flora of Pandora, she looked entrancing, an esoteric vision in his eyes. 

His lips met hers once more, this one softer but just as filled with passion. The hand that had been on her throat now cradled her cheek, his thumb caressing the skin of her cheekbone. It was a comforting and caring touch that appeased them both. 

With his free hand, he guided her body where he wanted her. She placed a leg on either side of him, her knees pillowed by the plush moss on the rock. Jake sat comfortably under her, pushing his loincloth aside and revealing his length. 

The girl couldn’t help the gasp that left her mouth as she gawked at his member. It was bigger than she could have ever imagined, even in girth. A surprising sight, just like everything had been at that point. 

“Don’t worry, baby girl. It’ll fit,” he grinned. “Do you trust me?” 

“Yes,” she breathed. “I trust you.” 

She wrapped her arms around his neck, their chests pressed together as she stabilized herself with his body. She spent every second staring into Jake’s yellow eyes, finding the way the light danced in the amber of his pupils a far more interesting sight than anything else around. 

He reached under her, grasping his cock with his hand, lining himself up with her entrance. He guided her down, slowly until he was sheathed completely inside her. Her warmth and tightness enveloped him, embracing all that he was. She let out a loud mewl, laced with hurt and delight as he felt him impale her. 

It took her a second for her body to start moving. The stretch was almost unbearable and incomparable to the spread his fingers gave her. Still, as uncomfortable as she might have felt in the beginning, she couldn’t help the rush of pleasure that overtook her once her insides got used to the feeling of him. 

With the aid of his hands, (Y/N) started to bounce on Jake’s lap. With her arms still firmly grasped around his neck, she allowed her hips to move instinctively. She gyrated them and sank on him as she started the chase of her release – of his release. Even if she had no idea what she was doing, she knew it felt good. 

And she could tell it felt good for Jake as well. As his throat expelled guttural moans, his own hips raised to meet hers. The sound of skin slapping onto skin echoed through the clearing, reaching the twitching ears of Neteyam and Lo’ak – the forgotten boys. 

Still sitting in the spots they had been from the beginning, the Sully boys’ eyes were trained on the scene unfolding in front of them. As much as they wanted to turn their heads and pretend it wasn’t happening, they couldn’t stop the way their bodies reacted. Each of them fought against their urges as best as they could, but it was too much. Before they knew it, they were palming themselves through their loincloths, the pressure that was building threatening to burst. 

Each of the boys let their imaginations run wild, dreaming it was them under (Y/N). In their heads, it was their hands roaming her body. It was their lengths buried deep inside her, feeling her wetness and her warmth. It was their noses breathing in her scent. It was their tails wrapped around the other’s bodies. 

But it was Jake the one that was enjoying (Y/N)’s body, taking her first time from anyone else. He was the one that was kissing her lips now, kissing her jaw and her neck. He was the one that could feel her tightening around him, he was the one who’d be able to claim the first release of seed inside her. The only claim he’d ever have over her. 

“I’m close, baby girl,” he grumbled against her ears. “I can tell you are as well.” 

She nodded promptly, taking her bottom lip between her canines as she felt the tight coil in her stomach for a third time. (Y/N) couldn’t last much longer, her body sensitive from the past two climaxes. A couple of calculated thrusts and she was letting out a yell of ecstasy as she released against his length.

Jake kept pistoning into her as she rode out her end, chasing his own. But as she clenched once more around him, he felt himself burst inside her, his seed mixing with her own release. 

(Y/N) slumped against him as exhaustion overtook her. A mix of overwhelming pleasure and tiredness rushed through her body. As Jake exited her, she felt a harrowing emptiness, and the fatigue was magnified. 

He cradled her body closer, brushing her hair out of her face and allowing her body to rest. He smiled down at her resting face, admiring how her eyes fluttered closed. He was satisfied and so was she. That’s all he could’ve asked for. 

“Now, boys,” Jake grinned. “Instead of fighting each other about who would be the better mate for (Y/N), I think it’s time you showed her. Do I make myself clear?” 

“Yes, sir,” they choked out as they tried to conceal their own releases with their hands. 

“I know it will be hard to ever best what I’ve done,” he chuckled. “But it’s about time your actions started matching your words. At the end of the day, only one of you will have her for the rest of time. Me, I had her tonight.”

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[derythcorvinus]

WIP Word Game

Rules: you will be given a word. share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that start with each letter of that word.

I was tagged by @wheneverfeasible . Thank you thank you! Your second snippet had me very intrigued, by the way. Anyways, the word I've been given is LURK. (Funny seeing as that's mostly what I do.)

L

Long before he’d reached the age of 25, Steve had realized that life was a bit more fun when he didn’t hold himself to the ridiculously proper standards that his parents wanted him to.

U

“Unlike you, I believe it's entirely possible for someone to have a crush on you. You're just letting your cynicism blind you, Eddie, and it's actually annoying.” Eddie sneered at the ground, head and lips moving in a way meant to mock Jeff. It was childish, sure, but it was the only way Eddie could deal with what was said. He was cynical, yes, but to hear his friend say he believed there was a chance for this note to mean something? That made Eddie's skin crawl.

R

Rainbows after the storms were always a little bit magical, even after he’d learned how they were created. Light and water. As a kid, he never thought about the scientific aspect of it. Just thought about the mythical pot of gold at the end.

K

King Steve was dead, he didn't exist any more than a fucking unicorn did, but no one wanted to believe that it was true. And, well, Steve couldn't say he really blamed them for that. For a change like that to happen so suddenly, it would have to be witnessed. But god, he was so tired of proving himself to others.

The first little snippet is actually from the WIP I'll hopefully have finished and posted sometime soon! The last two...I'm not so sure about the future of those 💀

[sungbeam]

[𝟖:𝟑𝟐𝐀𝐌] — nonidol!eric sohn x gn!reader

0.7k words, comfort, college au

in which you're sitting on an airplane, sad asf, but the cute guy next to you let's you know that you're not alone

a/n: low-key come back with my first tbz fic :') if i tagged u and u don't wanna be tagged for future tbz fics, feel free to lmk ; and yes, i'm literally sitting at my airport boarding gate writing this

"First time?"

A voice from beside you drew you from your mind space, and away from the airplane window. The sky outside had barely lightened and remained a moldy-gray sort of color that it often was in the early hours of the morning. 

You turned to see who had spoken, and was met with a guy who looked around your age sitting in the aisle seat of your row. He wore a dark colored bomber jacket and a backwards white cap, his bleached blond hair tucked under said cap. There was a small smile seated on his face, yet a kind of sympathetic crinkle in the wrinkle by his eyes. 

You realized that he had been talking to you. "First time on an airplane?" You asked him, uncertain about what exactly he meant by first time. 

He chuckled, his smile widening, and the thought crossed your mind of how pretty people looked when they smiled—namely, him. "No, silly. First time flying back so early for school."

Ah. Your mood dampened just a little and suddenly, it was like gazing back out the window, wondering what you might have been doing had you not needed to go back to college so early. Out of all your friends here, your school gave you the shortest winter break, with the new quarter beginning just a couple days after the new year began. It meant that you were leaving on New Year's Day. You hadn't gotten to stay up and party last night, and you wouldn't be able to spend any of this week with family. You were to go back to your little dorm, alone, and start the grueling cycle of the new quarter. 

You nodded, pursing your lips. "Yeah. What about you?"

"I'm a second year," he told you in response. "Promise I'm not a creep, but which school do you go to?"

You named your university for him and you watched recognition flash across his face. 

"Oh hey, same! I'm Eric by the way." 

A small, yet genuine smile graced your features. "I'm Yn. Nice to meet you, Eric."

"Hey," he said conspiratorially, leaning over the empty middle seat between you two, "I know it's really depressing to go back so early while everyone else gets at least a week longer, but—everything will be okay. Trust me; I went through it last year, and it's always rough at first, but I believe in you, Yn."

Somehow, his words hit you with the weight of a freight train. You wondered how he had taken one look at you, sulking in your window seat, and understood exactly what had been running in your head. He must have seen the way your eyes shone with familiar emotions—all the fear and sadness for the future—but the appreciation and hope, too. You wondered if he saw himself in your eyes. 

You swallowed and choked back tears. God, you felt so pathetic sometimes. "Thanks," you rasped, clearing your throat when your voice came out hoarse. "That's… that's really sweet of you."

"It's no problem." He shrugged, returning to his own aisle seat space. "Just know you're not alone, okay? I mean, I'm assuming you're out of state right?"

You nodded. 

"Then it's… kinda lonely, huh? I get that." Eric suddenly shuffled around his pockets until he fished out his phone. He held it out to you over the empty middle seat with an encouraging smile. "Here, put in your number. We can keep in touch when we get back to school."

You grabbed his phone and swiftly inputted your information into the new contact section. When you handed him his phone back, he sent you a text back so you could save his contact number and name. 

Both you and Eric stopped to listen as the flight attendant announced that the plane's doors were closing now. 

He lightly nudged you with the back of his knuckles, and you had a feeling you would never tire of seeing that boyish smile on his face. "You know what that means? We get the middle seat open!"

You chuckled at his child-like excitement (and maybe even envied it). "Lucky us, huh?"

"For sure. Now I have an excuse to bother you," he said. "As long as that's okay with you."

You'd never thought he'd ask, to be honest. "I wouldn't have it any other way," you mused, and relished in the way his eyes twinkled back at you.

You had boarded the plane with nothing but melancholy, anxiety, and bitterness—but as the plane began its take-off procedures and Eric Sohn talked to you about his friends back home whom he was leaving behind, you could put those negative feelings away and start the New Year right. 

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[ronanlynchbf]

hi, i wanted to ask what did you mean by the og format of the dreamer trilogy being discarded (in the tags of that opal story post you make about a week ago)? i keep missing all the behind the scenes info on these books :(

HIII hello <333 i'm putting this under a keep reading cut because it ended up being quite long

so in a tweet i think? or actually it might've been a fansign event of sorts i don't rlly remember which one it was but anyway maggie said that originally the dreamer trilogy was set to be further in time, with all the characters in their 20s, and the moderators (worst part of tdt imo) were never actually intended to be in the story AT ALL, from which we can conclude that the story of tdt would've been different bc if u eliminate the moderators there's LOADS of stuff that would change. maggie also said somewhere that - especially when writing greywaren - she had a lot of anger inside of her over being so sick that she put in the book initially but eventually scrapped and redid for some reason or the other (personally i think cdth & mi touched on that anger & frustration she felt abt being sick, but i can't rlly see it anymore once i get to greywaren). maybe she felt it was too personal, maybe she was advised to change it idk but she described it as "an angry draft" or something like that and mentioned having to rewrite a lot throughout tdt after that first greywaren draft/outline. she didn't rlly go that much into detail and i don't remember everything, but considering what she did say and what she implied, the dreamer trilogy originally had a different look and format and setting and outline/story even and tone and also different titles!! the og titles she was gonna go with was this:

which i personally think are very cool and also all corresponding to each other, like the three titles are in the same theme whereas call down the hawk, mister impossible, and greywaren have little to no correlation. ANYWAY i don't have any actual links to when she said this i'm soooo sorry but like bottom line. the dreamer trilogy's story was originally different (though maggie didn't specify as to how or how much difference there was) and sans-moderators, it was more heavy and raw on how tiring and hard and frustrating the reality of dealing with chronic illness is, the characters were originally all supposed to be fully adults (adam was also originally more in tdt but that was also cut), and the titles (and i assume overall theme/tone of the story) were different, so the dreamer trilogy that we now have is likely quite far from the dreamer trilogy we could've had/maggie originally wrote. i for one would LOOOOOOOVE to see the original draft of tdt even if all the books are published already and the story has basically come to an end (i personally believe that, had maggie stuck with the og outline, the epilogue would not have been what it is now, which like. atp i'd take anything over an "it was all good" ending four years later but maybe that's just me) OK ANYWAY this is wayyyy longer than i had intended it to be but that's what i meant with my tags; there's nothing in the world i'd love to see more than that original angry draft of greywaren that maggie changed to - i presume - satisfy the masses, genuinelyyyyy would give anything to get that version in my hands but either way i hope i explained it sufficiently!!! and i hope u have a great rest of the day 💗💗💗 ❗

[andiwriteordie]

best me's, bleed // bravest soldier, frontlines, you're losing me - god its like. el's the only one trying to keep the relationship intact even if its w lying / pretending to be smth she isn't / fighting as hard as she can bc mike only apparently notices her then.

loss and indecision, pain // imposition, down the hallway, till it's gone - the fight abt mike not saying that he loves her, its teeming with the loss of something she thought she had unconditionally and mike's indecision. mike runs after her while she's being taken away in the police car, and he didn't know what he had till it was gone.

throw out // keep it, tired // phoenix, rising from the ashes, mending all her gashes, dealt the final blow - she's worked so hard to build this relationship (again, even if through lying) and she's used to bouncing back, and love turning out to be conditional or not for all parts of her, but she didn't think it'd be from mike, who took care of her, who was her first friend. that might've been her final blow.

love // dying, signals - her old self, the one who needed mike to be there and would need him to save her is dying, and mike can't tell that, he still views her as the scared little girl who ran away from the lab, who hasn't learnt anything abt the world and how it works or how to keep a friend. she keeps showing him that she does. she's dealing with the death of her dad and bullying and trying to be normal so desperately, and the loss of her powers, which were a constant to her, so she knows about the 'real world' but mike refuses to see her as she is.

don't understand // i know you don't, cure would come // i fear it won't - mike doesnt understand how she wants to be loved, and its not the same way that the little girl wanted to be loved, and since he's still in that mindset, he won't ever learn to love her the way she needs unless he is cured of his incorrect thinking abt her and what she wants from life and love, and el thought it might happen eventually (you can see in the airport scene that she had hope, but it was extinguished after 'from mike' on the card w the flowers) but now el thinks it might not, and she has to live with that.

~

ANYWAY hi andi this long ass ask is for u !! i Meant it when i said i was insane abt el - you're losing me btw. 😭💗 love u

SARA I'M SHAKING YOU SO VIOLENTLY

tagging abby in this as well @strangeswift bc if i have to suffer through reading this (i mean that in a good way i promise) so does she

no but literally you hit the nail on the head. this is one of taylor's saddest songs imo, and it really does just sum up el's feelings towards mike and how unloved their relationship makes her feel! god i'm so so upset over this, but it's sooo good 😭😭😭

[willow-lark]

SORRY but i just got your ask for my fic asks and then i thought i remembered seeing you reblog the same ask game days ago and meant to send numbers and forgot because it was late and i was so tired and so i just got done scrolling down your blog to find it just to be sure you actually HAD reblogged it-

*ahem* ANYWAY:

1 for fantasy au pt. 2 (ik it's not done yet but 👀), 3, 10, 18, and 27, if you want :D

oh HAHA lol. how's it going!! 💕

1. Share a song that makes you think of [fic title]

i had to think about this one!! one day i will figure out the art of making specific playlists for fics, but i've never gotten the hang of it 😆 but, thinking about it:

🥰 !! there are some darker sections of this fic but there are also some happier parts too, and i think this one reminds me of them :DD

3. What’s your favorite fic that you’ve written?

so far? honestly i really love as far away (as saturn)., this series has a really special place in my heart because exploring a soulmate au was really fun. i got to explore a lot of the platonic dynamics of the party in the first one, and really get into mike's head and his thoughts about will in the second. i love it a lot!!

10. Is there a fic that got a different response than you were expecting?

hmm, i'm not sure, honestly. i got (what felt like) a lot of feedback from a star wars drabble i wrote last year, and since i wasn't really active in the star wars fandom at the time and it was such a short fic i was really happy that a lot of people enjoyed it!

18. What’s one of your favorite lines you’ve written in a fic?

You’re the heart, it told him, but even in the faint recesses of Mike’s memory the words sound a lot like I love you.

this one's from my birthdaygate au and writing it made me feel so evil >:) but to be honest??? there r some really banger lines in fantasy au pt 2 that i cannot wait for u to see 👀 i promise i'm in the home stretch in writing that

27. Is there a fic you were nervous to post/share? Why?

ok again, fantasy au pt 2, which i know hasn't even been posted yet 😭 i made myself nauseous the other week freaking out whether the scene i had just written of byler making out was too much even though there was absolutely Not anything explicit and i'm planning on appropriately tagging it M 😭 but that's a problem for when i actually post it, and i'll make sure to take care of myself LOL. happens to the best of us sometimes

fic ask game!!

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#5

questions 1 and 47 for the ask game

Omg, thank you for asking!

Who is your comfort character?

Probably Hange for AOT or literally any character I find interesting because I continuously switch!

47. What is the last message you sent?

I was texting my dear mother and I was trying to tell her that I meant to say "Np" and said "No" so, there ya go!

Hopefully you enjoyed my answers!

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#4

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#3

HAPPY INTERNATIONAL WOMENS DAY!

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#2

This is a reminder to detangle that black girl hair

Drink some water

Eat REAL and HEALTHY food

Self love and self care

Take a break

Take a shower (We all miss a day or two sometimes)

Do that one thing you've been meaning to do

Brush your teeth

Take all of those dishes out of your room sweetie, an ecosystem is growing and I'm afraid its the bad kind. Its affecting your mental state sweetheart.

22 notes - Posted March 3, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Hi, can u do gojo x black reader smut?

This is my first anime related writing so, eeek! Gonna try to do what dej does, lmao.A bit of a self insert, my bad.Minors: DO NOT INTERACT!

Slapping sounds echoed off the wall as moans were forming in your throat, along with words your tired so desperately to speak but none were coming up as you were constantly being pounded into by the man under you; who could still muster up that damn smile while you unraveled above him.

He was mocking you and you know it.

It really was your fault after all, if you just shut your mouth up and got to know him better or hadn't spoke about him at all, neither of you would be in this situation.

𝘍𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬

"𝘏𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥" 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘺, 𝘴𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬.

𝘎𝘰𝘫𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘳𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘶𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴. 𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴, 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮𝘴, 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴,𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘯 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱. 𝘏𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘶𝘵𝘴 𝘶𝘱.

"𝘠𝘦𝘢𝘩, 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥 𝘨𝘶𝘺." 𝘚𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰. "𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵? 𝘏𝘦 𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘥𝘢𝘺,𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘰." 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨.

"𝘈𝘴 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘴 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦. 𝘚𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳!" 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘸𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘥.

𝘈𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘎𝘰𝘫𝘰. "𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵?" 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘥. "𝘞𝘦𝘪𝘳𝘥𝘰..." 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴.

He was curious about anything else you had to say, seeing as how you ended up in this position.

"Why you so quiet, huh?" Gojo asked, whispering in your ear.

"Speak up, you were talking about me earlier and now you can't even tell me to my face? That isn't like you." He said smiling as he watched you gather up any words to speak as tears glistened your cheek in frustration.

"You...already...heard what I said." You whined as another wave of pleasure had you on the edge of your damn mind.

"I wanna hear come from, tell me, why you hate me so much, hm?" He said in your face. He went quicker this time, wondering if you could speak with his cock going in and out of your damn organs. You could hear his grunting getting louder as he buried his face in your neck, he was so fucking close.

He grabbed your face and made you open your eyes to look at him, toes curling at the action as embarrassment flooded your body. He slowed, but not losing pace as he saw your lips pouting.

"Go ahead, look at.me and tell me all the things you hate about me." He said huskily with clouded eyes looking into yours as your face drew closer to his in exhaustion. Sitting up, you looked him in the eyes and moved your hips along his, not really wanting this to stop either way.

"I-I hate the way you walk around like rules don't apply to you,𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵 " You said looking down at him teary eyed.

He was getting to you.

He went slightly faster as you held him closer. He kissed up your neck while you rambled, just meaningless words spilling from your mouth as you spiraled into the pleasure he was giving you. His vision was getting blurry as the muscles in his thighs tightened. The way your hips was slapping against was beginning to be unbearable, the moaning in his ears and your flustered fidgiting was just too much.

Faces mere centimeters apart and legs spread open while he grasped you for dear life with his hands under your shirt, practically welding his body into yours as you were so close but so damn far.

"I need you to go faster, please..." You whispered in his ear (which drove him crazy, there wasn't much he could do. He was rutting up as much as he could while you choked on your moans which turned into desperate whimpers. He grabbed the back of your head and closed the space between, lips grazing each other.

"Shit." He he said in a mere whisper as you were constantly milking him for everything he was worth, muffling your screams in his shoulder as you climaxed to your breaking point, not thinking straight you clutch around him desperately before he could lift you off of him as he came inside of you you with a long, breathy moan. He laid back in the chair while your head rested upon his chest as he caught his breath.

He sat up slowly while holding you against him, 𝘐𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘬𝘦, 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘶𝘱. He grasped your chin and tilted your head up to look him as he stared into your glossy eyes, thumb swiping across you bottom lip as it was your mouth that got them into this.

"You should talk more."

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72 notes - Posted May 3, 2022

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I CAN'T MAKE YOU LOVE ME. [2]

+ pairings. ran haitani x f!reader ft. sanzu haruchiyo

+ tags. angst, arranged marriage, cheating, unrequited love, pining, hurt no comfort

+ wc. 1.5k

+ note. hi hi part two is here hehehehe <3 this took me too long to write cuz i'm lazy af sorry 😭 anyway, this is the last part of this fic hope u like it hehe

reblogs are always appreciated! <3

part one | part two

“I’m so stupid.” 

If you were sober, you’d probably glare at the man who just laughed out loud beside you. Even though he was not wrong for laughing at you because you know you deserved it.

Because you are a fool. Fool for loving someone who isn't going to love you the same way. A stupid human being for giving her all to someone who’s not willing to give their everything for you. But was it really stupid? Is it even your fault to love someone? You just loved and in turn, you wanted to be loved. Was that foolish? Dumb?

“Shut up, Haru.” your voice was small, so close to breaking as you reached for another shot but a hand stopped you. “What? If you're going to laugh at me all night, you can at least let me drink to save me from embarrassment the next day.”

Sanzu’s face was serious compared to earlier, his hand still holding your wrist to keep you from drinking, “That's enough. Does Ran even know you’re here?”

“He doesn't. And if he did, it’s not like he would care.” a bitter laugh escaped your lips, “Ah, see. Now, I’m talking shit. Pitying myself.”

“It’s cause you’re so stupid.” he retorted, “How could you just stand there and smile, what the fuck even was that? Isn’t he your husband? Isn’t that your house and you’re just letting it happen? Wake up.”

“Ow!” you exclaimed when he flicked your forehead, it felt like some of the alcohol washed away from your system the moment he did that. “And excuse me, she was crying and shaking, I didn't have the heart to send her away.”

“Oh okay. What a saint.” Sanzu claimed with obvious sarcasm, following the roll of his eyes. “It’s your fault so stop bitching about it to me and go home.”

You scoffed and snatched your hand away from him, “You’re being an ass.”

“This ass is tired of listening to you bitch about your husband who doesn’t even give two fucks about your feelings—” 

Your hand was trembling the moment you realized what you just did. Did you just slap him? Sanzu Haruchiyo? Bonten’s No. 2? Your husband’s colleague and your friend who was nice to let you in his apartment when you’re crying your ass out?

You fucking did and you were regretting it each second you stand there. You doubt that he’s going to do something to you—because Sanzu’s cruel to everyone but you. You don’t know why he’s different to you but you figure that’s because he’s your friend—not that he considers you one all those years, but you were always there.

And you guess he was used to you being there.

“H-haru. I…” you dragged your breath and looked at him with your widened eyes. “I’m sorry-”

“Get the fuck out.” 

“Haru.” Even though you were a bit scared, you walked towards him. Sanzu just stared at you, a little frustration dancing in his eyes as you cupped his face with your hands. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.”

“You’re frustrating me.” an exasperated sigh coming out of him, and every second that his hand was touching your face was giving you a different kind of feeling. It was disparate—it was unlike any other feeling that you had, even with your husband. It was comforting—and most of all, the look that he was giving you was like the piece of the puzzle that you have been looking for all your life.

You swore you’ve seen this before, this kind of look—and yet the problem is it wasn’t meant for you but now it is—and the bigger problem is, the person that was supposed to be giving you this isn’t the person that you had promised to spend your whole life with. You don’t have any idea how you ended up in this situation—with someone who isn’t your husband.

But the worst part is, you aren’t guilty because any of this was wrong—you were feeling sorry because every second of it felt right—asking yourself why haven’t you been doing this the whole time.

…

“Where were you? I was worried…” the concern in your husband’s voice was sincere, yet all you could feel was doubt, guilt and irk—all of it at once. “I left you a bunch of calls and messages and you weren’t answering.”

Setting your coat and heels aside, you walked towards your husband having his morning coffee alone on the empty dining table, “I was out with Kei. I’m sorry, my phone was out of juice last night. Couldn’t leave her alone, she had a boy problem, you know.”

People say that lying would get you nowhere, that it would eat you away to the point that you’re closer to an impending self destruction that would lead you to bursting at some point. But the thing is, lying in this situation doesn’t feel like you’re being forsaken to sabotaging yourself, it feels like a way to save yourself and this refuge that you have found to be in. 

In other words, this deceit wasn’t for the best interest of your husband—to save him from the pain that would befall him but for yourself. And it sounds bad at all, but you have chosen to do the thing that would benefit you. You have grown tired of picking anyone else over yourself—and to think of it, it isn’t bad choosing yourself this once—though, you have started it in a wrong way. “I see.”

“I’m sorry.” you plant a kiss on your husband’s cheek, “I’ll make sure to update you next time.”

Ran should’ve seen it coming, all the genuine smiles that you give him would soon turn to a feigned one, all the earnest talks you had would soon turn into nothing more but a hollow conversation.

“I’m home.” and all that he could get was a nod from you accompanied by a mere smile. “Have you eaten yet?”

You barely looked at him—it was just a simple thing, but it felt like a lifetime of pain. “Uh-huh. It’s in the fridge, just heat it up.”

And how ridiculously it hurt when he was sitting alone at the dining table and all he could see was your memories lying on the seat where you used to be.

It shouldn’t have fazed him, he knew all this time that he was just pretending to feel all these things for you and he knew it was unfair to you—but now, he was asking himself, if this was all just play pretend to him—why does he feel this agony eating him alive?

Maybe he wasn't just used to this—but this is how things should be, he should stop pretending to love you because he knows that you’re aware that you could never come close to her.

He should stop pretending to care, put an end to feeling this hurt when you have chosen to turn your back on him instead of curling up to him. When you have chosen to disregard his presence on purpose. When you have chosen to go out—instead of being with him on his time off. 

He wanted to laugh because he knows he was just lying to himself—he knows how and when you started to be like this but he wasn't aware that all that he did wasn’t pretending when he sees the look on your eyes once you’ve arrived at the hospital where he is but instead, the first person that you wrapped your arms around to was the man lying on the bed—and not him.

“Haru.” you whispered, tears brimming in your eyes as you held on to him. “You’re okay. I’m here, hm? I’m here…”

Ran was watching all these before him—the mirthful glint shining in your irises once you saw Haruchiyo opening his eyes, how you could never leave his side—how you were giving him the same look that you used to give him before—it was making him wish that he should've been the one who got shot, thinking that would you be the same way you are right now if that was him?

Would you also climb on the bed and let him rest on your arms? Would you hold him like he’s the most precious thing in the whole universe? You see the thing is, you have done that before—he just didn't appreciate it when it was there. 

He wanted to stop this madness and tear you apart from Haruchiyo—he was actually scared to death that he’d have to live without you but what right did he have when he had done this to you first?

What he was feeling was probably nothing when you had to stand there and watch him hold another woman in his arms. So, how could he take your happiness away from you any further? 

“Let me ask you one thing,” he started, looking at you while you sat inches away from him. “Do you love him?”

You bit your lip and looked at him, and there he noticed the difference when you looked at him and he knew that your answer would tear him apart and yet he chose to sit there while you break his heart.

It was clear who holds your heart even if you don't utter a single word. The look was enough to make his world crumble into pieces. 

“I thought I couldn't live without you, Ran… but it turns out, he’s the one I couldn't live without.”

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Hey, how are you? I saw your Kate Bishop story and I have and idea that I wanted to request if that's okay :D. One where maybe the reader is a friend of Clint and helps him sometimes and that's how she and Kate meet, and Kate gets instantly enamoured with her, but because at first the reader is kind of quiet and seemingly not caring too much about Kate, Kate doesn't know how to act around her and often gets all flustered when they talk. But maybe one night they are just very tired and end up sleeping together in the couch or something like that (u decide really) and Kate kisses her and it's all fluffy. Would love to see that progress. <3

A/N: Not going to lie, This week has been pretty awful because I work at a covid testing facility and our numbers are through the roof, and people are so mean! But Other than that, I'm doing great. Hope this is what you wanted, I couldn't fit it all in there but for sure gave it a shot!

🏹 Also, side note, this is Fractions Clint and Fractions Kate because they're both chaotic idiots and I love them.

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A Favor For Clint | Kate Bishop x Reader

Clint Barton drank coffee straight from the pot. He would tip it back, not minding the steam or the heat that warmed his cheeks to a deep rose color. Usually, it took three of four gulps before he drained the entire thing and placed it back on the stand, a watery base coating the bottom. Each time he did it, you couldn’t do a thing except gawk in disgust.

You dove your hand into the stale box of cheerios that you had fished from the cabinet and lowered it down to the dog. He was a sloppy eater as Clint was a sloppy drinker, but Lucky was cuter in every aspect. He cleaned the crumbs from your palm and let you scratch lazily behind his ear.

“You’re going to have some serious digestive issues, old man.”

“If my intestines were going to explode, they would have by now.” He responded, flopping down into one of the chairs across from you. “Are we going to do this thing, or not?”

The coffee maker started to bubble behind his shoulder, filtering a fit of hot water through the crushed grounds. You had brought this last batch from the Arabian Peninsula. The man at the little bodega had sold it up, saying you needed nothing but a tablespoon to produce the darkest, richest of drinks. You had watched as Clint funneled a whole scoop into a dixie cup before loading up his machine.

“Yeah, whatever” You waved him off, pulling your laptop out of the bag. “What’s your Wifi password?”

“World-class hacker and you can’t figure it out?”

“PizzaDog718” You glared at him over the screen, blue light shading your features “Really, Clinton, rule number one of a strong password is to never use your birthday.”

He mumbled something under his breath that you didn’t have the heart to decipher but sounded like Don’t call me Clinton. It wasn’t as easy as his thinly veiled wireless network. Instead, you focused your willpower on bringing up the software you needed to decode this mysterious USB that he hadn’t produced yet. He pleaded with you to get on the next Red Eye and get to New York as soon as possible. So, you had, and now you were regretting it as the jet lag set in.

Speaking of, he had yet to produce said drive. “Do you have it?”

“Yeah, no.”

“What do you mean, Clint? Where else would it be?”

“With my protégé!” He exclaimed, pushing himself away from the kitchen island. This time he poured you a cup of black coffee before sipping tentatively at the full pot, not letting it settle in his stomach. “I think you’d like her, honestly. Very spunky.”

“You have a protégé? As in someone that trusts you to guide them in something other than carpentry?”

You hadn’t meant it as a compliment, but he smiled and took it as one anyway. Lucky let out another tentative whine and placed his chin against your lap. You had absently stopped scratching behind his ears but resumed shortly after the dramatic display.

He pulled away from you the second the door to the apartment opened. Clint didn’t’ flinch but you tensed almost immediately. You’d think that an avenger would actually learn to lock his doors instead of letting just about anyone barge in. It was a lesson you learned the hard way when some not-so-nice people stormed into your own place with guns pointed and little red dots that were aimed right at your chest.

Instead of a semi-automatic, there was a disheveled-looking girl, shouldering a laptop bag and paper grocery sacks. An orange fell from the top of one, rolling across the floor to the amusement of the dog. She let out a string of curse words before Clint took the food from her and shifted it to the counter.

You got a good look at her then. She was pretty, her long black hair was ruffled from the brewing storm outside a coat taking on the brunt of the drops that had fallen so far. She had a bit of pink to her cheeks, her eyes a steely type of grey that matched the building clouds. There was a mixture of week-old bruising on her face, and fresh wounds tacked together with adhesive and antiseptic.

It was difficult not to stare, but you blinked at her dumbly anyway. This was Clint’s protégé? It wasn’t who you expected, but you didn't really know what you thought someone stubborn enough to deal with Clint Barton would look like.

He beamed at her “Groceries, you shouldn’t have.”

“My guilty conscience told me that the only thing you had in your fridge was leftover Thai and,” She didn't finish her sentence. Instead, she snapped her jaw shut when her stare found you. “Hi,”

“Hello,” You sounded out, lifting an eyebrow. She had become quiet so suddenly, even Clint took notice. “I take it you’re the protégé?”

“protégé, sidekick, resident grocery runner, you can” She swallowed hard “Honestly call me whatever you want.”

“Okay, weirdo.” Clint started rooting through the bags. He seemed more excited with the microwaveable pizzas than the fresh vegetables that bloomed in color against his drab apartment. “This is Y/N. They're an old friend of mine, ex-shields most comparable hacker. Y/N this is Kate.”

Kate started to rummage through the leather bag slung against her chest and produced an arrow. She held it out to you, an expectant look on her face. You tentatively took it, eyeing her and the silent present.

“Uh, I… thank you, I think?”

“It’s a USB! Clint said you wanted it. I’m not offering it up as like, some sort of sacrifice or something. They’re not flowers.” She laughed nervously, cupping her hand against the back of her neck “I’m going to go over there now.”

She flopped down on the couch and picked up the oddly placed coffee-table book that you were sure she brought over here in the first place. Clint gave you a strange look and you shrugged before focusing your attention on the arrow. In theory, it was a good contraption but the second you plugged it into the port, there was a shaft that stuck clear into the air. You knew better than to criticize Clint’s inventions. He was no Tony Stark, but he had his good days.

He rounded the corner and leaned close to you, watching as seventeen lines of code appeared on the black screen. “Clinton. You’re hovering.”

“I want to see,”

“Do you even know what any of this means?” You asked, turning in the chair until you were facing him. Kate blinked at you from behind the couch. She caught your gaze and slowly moved the Large Book of Bathroom Facts over her expression. “I didn’t think so.”

You stood and started pushing him towards the door, his sneakers making odd scuffing sounds against the apartment. He reached for his coat, not sliding it on before you shoved him into the hallway. “Why don’t you go get some dinner? Enjoy yourself. And more importantly, don’t linger. You know it makes me nervous.”

“Why aren’t you making her leave?” He grumbled.

“I’m reading!” Kate shouted back, now fully hanging over the back of the couch. She made a point to show how far she had gotten into the novel. You didn’t feel the urge to point out that it was upside down.

"She’s reading,” You confirmed, turning back to him “Hit the town, dude. It’s a Friday night. Besides, it’s going to take me hours to go through the million possible code combinations that will get you to anything worthwhile on that USB.”

You closed the door in his face before he could object any further, pushing your forehead against the cool wood. The jet lag was hitting you hard now, traveling halfway across the country and heading straight here did nothing to the swimming feeling in your mind. But there was work to do, and codes to break, and maybe a nap wasn’t the worst idea before you started cracking at it.

Letting out a light breath, you grabbed the laptop from the counter and moved to the one side of the sofa that Kate wasn’t on, sinking into the soft, body-worn pattern. She had squished herself as far away from you as possible, pulling her knees close to her chest and hiding her face with the book. Lucky let out a whine from the chair across from the two of you, lilting his head.

“What are you doing?” She asked after a while, her voice soft.

“Whatever Clint wants is behind this protective coding,” You said, clicking a few more keys, “think of it as a door with a padlock and six hundred keys on one ring. You have to try each key before opening the door.”

She hummed and scooted carefully close to you. Your knees bumped and you glanced over at her, but she was focused accordingly on the screen. The green lettering shaded her intricate features, the way her nose crinkled, and eyebrows creased.

“It all looks like a foreign language.”

“That’s part of the fun,” You assured. She glanced at you then, the two of you holding a tentative stare. “Once you know what it all means it’s easy to decipher. To break down and build back up again.”

“Less like a language and more like a puzzle.” She swallowed.

Kate watched you work, and for once, you didn’t feel like it was an act of prying. Instead, it was a comfortable silence as the rain finally started to fall outside. The large windows took the brunt of the storm. Car tires splashed over puddles as water choked the drains, and you methodically typed in half a dozen codes and watched as the screen flickered and rejected entry.

You don’t know how long you were at it, but eventually, Kate actually did start reading the book that was on the coffee table. She turned the pages quietly and Lucky began to snore- a soft and baiting sound that nearly lulled you into sleep. It wasn’t conscious, but you must have yawned one too many times.

“You should get some sleep,” Kate said, breaking the lull.

You leaned back into the couch and rubbed your eyes with the side of your hands. You clenched them shut and could see nothing but binary and code. She was right, you figured because that coffee wasn’t strong enough to keep you up until the middle of the night. Clint had yet to return, and it was only a guess of where he had ended up.

She offered you the plaid blanket that hung over the back of the couch and you gratefully accepted, curling up on the throw pillow and pulling the covering over you. The wool smelled like Clint’s cologne and fire burned wood. Eventually, sleep overtook you, the fight leaving in little droplets of water as they raced down glass.

When you stirred, the first thing you noticed was the sunshine. It hadn’t been this bright since you stepped foot in New York this time around. It was filtered and hot, and changed the feel of the apartment from dirty to cluttered, and lived in.

The second thing that caught your attention was the body that was wedged under yours. A heartbeat that didn't belong to you pounded so roughly against your eardrum that it outweighed the sounds of the city. You were laying on someone, legs tangled, and arms wrapped firmly around them.

With a quick breath, you lifted your head, blinking the sleep from your jet-lagged mind. Kate snored softly, not yet roused by your own movements. She looked peaceful, the blanket she had given you covered you both, and the book she was reading was dog-eared and on the carpet beside you.

Rule number one of being an ex-S.H.I.E.L.D agent was not letting your guard down with near-strangers, but this happened to be the best, most relaxing sleep, you had had in a while. It wasn’t plagued with old smatterings of missions, or training, or the one time in Budapest where a bullet went clean through your abdomen.

Part of you was tempted to lay your head back down and fall back into a peaceful slumber, but then you heard a slurping sound and fought off a groan. Clint leaned against the armrest of a chair and looked at you with a dumb grin on his face, sipping from the burnt pot of coffee.

“Don’t worry, Y/N” He took another tentative gulp “I already texted pictures of this to the Avengers group chat. Nat’s going to love this.”

[xiao-cafe]

hello! i see requests are open (sorry if you closed them and i didn't realize then feel free to discard this one!) could i maybe ask for hcs of diluc and kaeya (separately) comforting their fem! s/o who regrets having cut her hair short please? i'm in this situation myself now hoping for my shoulder length hair to grow back to mid back as it was before 😭 thank u so much! and sorry if this request is weird or anything! it's ok if you don't write it <3 please have a good week and stay safe ❤

comforting s/o who regrets cutting their hair short hcs

character(s): diluc, kaeya, childe, xiao

tags: fluff, some crack cuz that’s on brand for me

a/n: hello! no worries your request isn’t that weird lol,, i hope you don’t mind if i add more characters and make it gn!reader !

♡ diluc

he’s so sweet. he immediately assures you that you still look amazing with shorter hair

you’re in for a lot of hugs and kisses as diluc makes sure to chase your frown away, replacing it with your sweet smiles instead

but if you’re feeling stubborn, diluc will most definitely pull out the big guns and offer to cut his hair as short as yours

“no! you can’t desecrate your hair with kitchen scissors!” you yell at him, hastily plucking the scissors out of his grasp before he cuts of a chunk of his luscious red hair.

you’re fuss over him and his hair as you place the scissors far far away, explaining to diluc that his hair was a far more precious asset than any of his other qualities

“we could’ve matched,” he retorts simply, watching your reaction with great interest as your eyes go wide and you’re launching off into another speech about how you could just grow your hair out but diluc’s head of untamed wildness was not something that could so easily be grown back

at least you’re smiling now, diluc thinks as he watches you reach up to card your fingers through his hair

♡ kaeya

he tries his best not to laugh when you pout at him, lamenting about your new haircut

still laughs anyway

“it’s not that bad,” he’ll say as he attempts, badly, to soothe your ruffled feathers

“so you think it’s still somewhat bad?”

kaeya scrambles for an appropriate response. his hands will shoot up in a surrendering gesture as he tries to assure you that that’s not what he meant

he’ll start laying on the compliments as he tries to distract you from any kind of negative emotions

“you’re alluring as ever, even with shorter hair,” he’ll say as he plays with the ends of your hair, rubbing it between his fingers

tries to change the topic by asking if you’re hungry or tired and offers to cook for you. after all the cure to an upset s/o is through good food

you’re not easily fooled but you accept the offer anyway, curious to see what he’ll make for you

♡ childe

fatui man immediately offers to get revenge on your barber for you

“want me to shave their head bald? no they might look good with a bald head… maybe i’ll just shave a stripe down the center like an anti mohawk?”

you have to restrain him by forcibly dragging him back indoors by the collar

“my being upset about my haircut doesn’t mean you can harass an innocent person. now repeat after me ‘i cannot harass innocent people’,” you say as childe kneels on the floor

it takes one ☝️ smack against his arm to get him to comply and repeat after you

“i cannot harass innocent people- BUT WHY DID YOU SMACK ME SO HARD?” childe wails, pushing up his sleeves to show you the redness of your handprint on his pale skin.

“oh wait. it kinda looks good on me, y’know like a mark of possession sorta thing.”

too stunned to speak, it takes a few seconds for you to properly register what he’s just said. “oh my god… AJAX.”

you’re too occupied with your idiot boyfriend to even remember what you were upset about in the first place

♡ xiao

literally doesn’t understand why you’re upset but tries his best to soothe you by awkwardly patting your back

“your hair will grow back,” he states, matter-of-factly.

when that doesn’t work and you continue to talk about how you regret your haircut, xiao will ask you if there’s anything he can do to make you feel better

“should i ask cloud retainer if they can produce a method to make your hair grow faster?”

“xiao… cloud retainer is an engineer, I don’t think they know how to do that.”

you can almost see the gears turning in his head as he tries to think of the best say to help you feel better

“maybe you can just stay by my side? it would make me feel a lot better if i can lean on your shoulder,” you suggest shyly as you avert your eyes

oh is that it? xiao thinks but wastes no time in getting comfortable next to you