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Miss all American </3

Note: this is part two of my hot garbage fic

even if it hurts <3 and this one is just as bad and I also didn’t read over it as well.. 😐

Summary: Visiting her favorite cafe in japan reader runs into her ex bf

Warnings: jokes of being engaged, talks of marriage/having a baby, my horrible grammar, and somewhat fluff?

Pairing: ProHero! katsuki bakugou x ProHero! Fem Reader

"Hello, H/N, what can I get for you?" The cashier asks with an admiring expression, yet he is trying to play it cool that a top-ranking hero from the US is standing right in front of him. "Can I get a (your coffee or tea order) and one of those pumpkin muffins, please?" You point at the little dessert window and give the cashier a bright smile. "Yes, of course, Miss H/N," he says, moving quickly to make your order.

It’s been awhile since you were in Japan; in fact, you haven’t been here since graduation. You moved to the US quickly after finishing school when you heard there were more villains and not a lot of heroes out there, and you wanted to help in the most possible way, so you went abroad. You're out here visiting; it’s the first time you’ve been back to Japan in 5 years. You’ve been considering moving back, seeing as much as you missed it. Especially the cafe you’re in right now,

Taking a look around, it hasn’t changed one bit and still looks like it did when you were a teenager. Memories quickly flood your mind.

and you can’t help the bittersweet pain of nostalgia that burns through your chest.

"Here ya go!" The cashier hands you your order with a huge grin that pulls you out of your short thoughts. "Oh, thank you. How much will this be?" tilting your head to the side when he gives you a funny look. "Didn’t you hear me earlier? I said it was on the house." He laughs a bit at your confused expression. "Erm.. why?"

He leans over the counter a bit. "My family is from America; my mom told me a story about how you saved her life, so take it as my way of saying thank you." You smile softly at his words when he finishes. 'That explains why he recognizes me; I didn’t think anyone in Japan knew of me.

 

"Well, t-

 

"Heeey dynamight! Would you like your usual?" The cashier completely ignores you, focusing his attention fully on the male behind you. 'Dyna, wait, katsuki?' Quickly turning on your heels to face the man, it is in fact him and even more handsome than you remembered from your high school days. He’s wearing his hero uniform without the gauntlets, but it definitely has a lot of new upgrades. He's got a few scars on his arms and neck, some look old and some look more fresh; his hair is no longer the uneven choppy locks you used to love running your hands through; it's now an undercut, but the spikes still remain at the top; he always had a large, broad, and strong body, but now he looks more toned; his muscles are more defined, making him look in better shape than ever; he's a lot taller; and his eyes don’t hold as much hostility as before. He looks mature now. And a lot hotter if that were even possible.

"what’s the matter? never saw the No. 2 up close?" He taunts at you, but he gets no response except your dumbfounded expression. He steps a bit closer taking you in, his own eyes widen before turning to a more softer gaze, "l/n? Ain’t you some american hero now?" his voice is smooth as honey and It takes a second for you to gather your stunned self to try forming words "I am, I’m just visiting." he hums in response. "If you have time, I’d love to chat and catch up with you, Mr. No. 2," you joked before grabbing your stuff and making your way to a nearby table to sit so that you don’t hold up a line by the front.

Sipping from your drink and scrolling through social media on your phone, not really paying attention as you keep glancing up watching katsuki pay for his order until he finally makes his way over to you, now sitting across from you.

"So, what’s it like in America?" He asked, taking a sip of his own coffee and leaning over the table a bit. "It’s nice; I like it a lot, but I was actually thinking about- 

"Do you have a boyfriend?" He catches you off guard almost making you slice your finger as you were about to cut your pumpkin muffin. "Oh, straight to the point huh?" you laugh to play it cool, but your heart has been hammering in your chest since you laid eyes on him. "Just answ-

"no, I don’t.. I haven’t dated anyone cause I’ve been focusing on my hero work and it’s quite hard to find the time for it, you know? How bout you?" Sliding half of a muffin over to him. and taking a bite out of your half. something you always did as teenagers when the two of you came to this cafe in the middle of fall was split a pumpkin muffin. they were always out of them and you could never get your hands on them. and since you got the last one you decided to offer him half. it wasn’t anything special but you hoped it sparked the same nostalgia you’ve been feeling all day onto him. and you know it did when you catch the corners of his mouth quirk up into a small smile.

"I’m engaged."

His sentence throws you into a coughing fit as you look up to see him untuck a chain under his hero uniform from around his neck that holds a sliver ring, but he’s quick to tuck it back before you can even examine it.

he leans back crossing his arms over his chest with a smirk as he watches your coughing die down.  

"Oh, I-wow, congratulations, bakugou." Your smile is forced as you blink back tears from coughing and from pain before leaning down to take another sip of your drink, and he can tell your smile was fake as he begins to laugh. "No need to get jealous now; I’m messing with you." He untucks it again to show it to you.

It’s the promise ring you gave to him when you were 16.

You feel relieved, but your eyes still widen. "You kept it all this time? Why do you still wear it?" You quirk an eyebrow while watching as he takes a bite of his muffin and wait for him to answer.

"I guess to mess around with idiots like you." He finishes his coffee before he continues. "Well, to be honest, I never really could’ve found the heart to throw it, and it’s the only thing I've had from you since you left. Why didn’t you tell me you were leaving? You didn’t tell anyone, and you never called either. I had to find out from damn endeavor out of all people." He toys with the ring around his neck as you frown. "I couldn’t find the heart to say goodbye to you or our classmates. I felt like a jerk, but I knew it was for the better, at least at the time. I don’t know, Kats-Bakugou."

"You don’t have to correct yourself; you can call me by my first name, Miss American." He jokes, trying to make the conversation lighthearted while tucking the ring back once again. "What is your rank there anyway?"

"I’m the No. 2 hero, like you." You stick your tongue out at him before finishing the remains of your muffin. "Wow, with a brain like yours, I figured you’d be at least in the 50s," he smirked, making you lean over the table and hit him lightly. "You’re so mean, Katsuki," you pout playfully. "It’s called honesty, y/n." He laughs when you roll your eyes and slouch back in your chair. "You know you’re lucky you’re handsome, or I’d really be offended right now." You sip your drink. "Oh really? You think I’m handsome?" He rests his arms on the table, leaning forward. you smirk, coping his actions. "Yeah, but it’s too bad you’re engaged." You throw his joke back at him.

"Haha, so funny."

"You’re the one that said it, not me."

"Forget about that. Wanna come back to my place?"

"You shouldn’t cheat on your fiancé."

You smile playfully as he shakes his head, leaning in a bit more.

"The only woman I’d ever be engaged to is sitting right in front of me, but it’s too bad she decided to leave the day after graduation. not even caring to give me a phone call." he playfully clicks his tongue. "Yeah, but the phone works both ways," you shrug.

"doesn’t change the fact that you ruined my plan to take you back after school." He leans back in his chair, now crossing his arms once again. you scoffed. "That’s bullshit, and we both know that."

"Me asking you to be my wife was bullshit? I had the whole thing planned for how I was going to propose, and if you didn’t go Miss all American on me, I bet we’d be married with a baby on the way. That is what you wanted when we were together, right? to have a family young?" He makes a "tch" noise, tilting his head up at the ceiling, causing you to frown. "You shouldn’t joke about that, Katsuki."

He quickly turns his attention back to you.

"I never said I was." His words are followed by silence besides the other people around chatting, but still enough to leave thick tension in the air.

"Katsuki, I-

He suddenly reaches for your drink, taking a sip from it and taking you by surprise. "Hey! I never said you could-

"And it’s still not too late for that." his voice holding a deeper rasp as he clears his throat. "Listen, y/n, I’m going to be straight forward with you because there’s no reason for me to lie. I always loved you, and I never stopped loving you. I don’t care if you live in fuckin’ Guam, Canada, or wherever; I know I can make long-distance work for however long you want it to work. Remember back then when I said I’d take you back in a heartbeat? I still stand by that. So if you still want that future you planned with me, try giving me a call; it’s the same damn number I’ve always had." He places your drink down and gets up to leave, but you catch him by his wrist. "Didn’t you ask if I wanted to go back to your place?" giving him doe eyes while your fingers danced their way up his muscles. He leans down so he’s face-to-face with you. "Gotta finish patrol; don’t worry, babe; promise, as soon as I’m off the clock, I’ll take you there." He gives you a smug smile, turning back around to leave. You call out to him once more before he makes it through the door.

"Katsuki!" He stills but doesn’t turn. "I’m here for two weeks."

"Better be ready; I’ll make it worth your while."

With that, he went.

Tags: @sofilsword @the-dumpster-fire-of-life

[bakersgrief]

Requests tou say :3 hehehehehhehe rio (ikepri) x ciel (my oc)

hhhmm >:^ deciding... nsfw why not

wax pay i physically cannot think of anything else, aside from thia i give tou fill reign of what ya wanna do :3

"You look so pretty, mon coeur."

The only response Ciel recieved was a pathetic sounding whimper. Rio wiggled excitedly on the bed, tugging on the restraints binding his wrists to the headboard. The tag on his collar clinked with the movement. "Ciel's puppy" it read.

Ciel held the deep red jar candle over Rio's flushed body, teasingly tipping and swirling it around, refusing to actually pour any of the hot wax on the waiting canvas of his torso.

"What do you say?"

"P-please, Mistress!"

"Good boy."

Ciel finally, finally tipped the candle and let the wax drip onto Rio's abs, painting them in pretty dark droplets. Rio whined pathetically at the sensation.

"Ah! Haa, haa..."

He looked up at Ciel with needy eyes.

"Was it good, mon coeur?"

Rio nodded excitedly. Ciel moved the candle higher, above his chest. Rio moaned again as the hot sensation dripped down his chest in crimson rivulets.

"Ahhh, ahh!"

He began to tremble at the sweet sting.

"Mmmm. More, please!"

His eyes darted down to his flushed cock. Ciel noticed the movement. Moving her hand farther down, she gave Rio a chance to back out.

"Are you sure, mon coeur?" She asked.

At Rio's fervent nod, Ciel tipped the candle once again, letting the wax hit the base of his twitching cock.

"AHHH! Ahh, ahhhh, ahhh...."

Ciel's eyes widened in surprise as Rio came, moaning in ecstasy as his cum ran down his length and mixed with the quickly hardening wax at the base. Rio whimpered in shame. How could he have cum so easily?

Truly, he hadn't been prepared. If he had known what to expect, perhaps he could have stopped himself, but...

Ciel began to laugh.

"How cute, mon coeur. Did it really feel that good? My horny little puppy came so fast this time."

Rio was panting now, his tongue hanging out of his mouth.

"We'll have to make sure that doesn't happen again, hm?" She asked teasingly.

Ciel set the candle on the nightstand and thumbed the sensitive head of Rio's cock.

"Hn!"

He squeaked at the stimulation, his soft cock beginning to harden again. Ciel chuckled, leaning down to give the tip a few kitten licks.

"Mistress... oooooh..."

Rio's pants were quiet and breathy. Ciel took more of him into her mouth, gently sucking him off as he returned to full hardness. Ciel traced the ridge with her tongue and ran her teeth down his length, earning more shivers and moans from her captive plaything. Rio relished in the wet sounds coming from her throat.

"Hnn... I love it when you suck me off, Mistress. It's so good. I love it when- ah! W-when you use your mouth on me. Nnn..."

He was being chatty now. Ciel smiled around his length, sucking harshly to bring him to the edge of another orgasm.

"Haa, haa!!"

Rio twitched and bucked, so close to finishing for a second time that night. At that moment, Ciel pulled away.

"W-whyyyy?" Rio whined pathetically, continuing to buck his hips to chase his high.

"Don't think I'm done with you yet, puppy." Said Ciel, reaching up to tweak his nipples.

"Ah!"

Ignoring his startled moan, Ciel reached onto the nightstand and retrieved the candle, holding it so Rio could see it. Rio obediently held still, staring up at her with wide eyes.

"How cute you are, mon coeur." She cooed.

Grasping his length tight enough to prevent him from cumming, Ciel raised the candle once more. Rio watched with blown pupils as the wax was slowly poured out, dripping right onto his sensitive head.

"AaaAAAAAH!"

Rio's moan sounded more like a scream as he thrashed in pleasure. He would have been cumming if not for Ciel's iron grip on his cock preventing him from doing so. Tears streamed down his face as he regained his senses, begging his mistress to let him cum.

"Please! Please, please, please, Mistress it's so good, it's so good! Please let me cum!!"

Ciel laughed at his plight, leaning down to capture his lips with hers.

"I don't know about that, mon coeur. I think I need to cover ALL of your pretty skin in wax before I let you cum again."

Rio let out a pathetic little sob. What a cruel mistress!

And yet, the prospect only made him more excited. He held still obediently as Ciel put his cock ring on him.

"Yes, Mistress."

Ikepri tags: @keithsandwich @littlewitty @awheeee

Taglist: @shadowylakes @floydsteeth @sh0jun @rou-luxe @letter-from-afar @mxrmaid-poet @anonymousnamedhera @kanatashinkaifr @rookkunt

[halo-desert-rose]

Mid-Autumn Festival Special comic with Parker and Arthur :3

Mid-Autumn was like, two weeks ago, I’m just slow with comics. Did I draw this comic just to talk about mooncakes? Yes, yes I did. Also apparently there was (probably still is) a really old Chinese bakery that made mooncakes in New York in the 1930s, so Parker probably drove like half an hour to get mooncakes.

Also sharing food as a way of sharing one’s culture? Amazing, spectacular, delicious, I eat that shit up

Image description under cut

[ID:

A traditional comic with no colour. In the first image, Arthur and Parker are stood at the counter of a kitchen. Arthur is on the left, and Parker is on the right. Both are wearing long-sleeved shirts, suspenders and trousers. They both have their short hair combed back, with Parker’s hair being parted to the viewer’s right, and Arthur’s being parted to the viewer’s left. Arthur also has a small moustache that is not too thick. Parker is looking downwards. He has a small plate in his left hand, which has a mooncake on it. The mooncake is a short, cylindrical shape with dents on its sides. In his other hand, Parker is cutting it into quarters with a butter knife. Arthur, slightly shorter than him, has his left hand resting on the counter and is looking somewhat curiously at the mooncake. Above Arthur’s head is a speech bubble, reading, “What is this?”. To Parker’s left, the speech bubble reads, “Mooncake. It’s a… it’s more pastry than cake, I guess.”

The second image is a close-up of the mooncake, with a quarter-slice taken out to reveal the inside. It is a cylindrical pastry with dents on its sides in regularly intervals from the top to the bottom. On the top, is a floral pattern surrounding a square shape in the centre. Inside the mooncake shows the lotus paste encased by a thin line of pastry that makes up the outside, with a circle in the middle. Three speech bubbles are on its left. Parker says “With a salted egg yolk inside.” Arthur replies with, “Egg yolk?”. A line connects Parker’s first bubble with the next, which reads, “Yeah, so that when you cut it open, it looks like the moon.”

The third image shows Parker from the side, with Arthur looking up at him, his head tilted and his shoulder raised, as if he is leaning on the kitchen counter. He looks interesting, or listening intently to what Parker has to say. Parker’s gaze is still on the mooncake, presumably, and is smiling slightly as he says, “But you have to cut it up and share it, otherwise you’ll feel… it’s too rich for one person.”

The next panel depicts Parker and Arthur from the front, with Parker offering a the plate of mooncake to Arthur. His is leaning very slightly down, his gaze on Arthur’s face. Arthur looks surprised, his gaze on the plate offered to him. His right hand is raised to shoulder level, his index finger lifted, as if pointing idly at the pastry. Parker says, “D’you want to try some?” Arthur replies with, “Oh! I… well, what does it taste like?”

The fifth image depicts Arthur and Parker’s chibi faces, and their hands are simplified to rounded shapes with fingers. Parker says, “Well, this one is lotus paste flavoured, so it’s a slightly sweet, almost beany paste. Almost like a dry-ish custard, in terms of texture.” On the side, he adds, “I can give you a piece without the egg yolk, if you want.”

The sixth image shows a close-up shot of Arthur, his head tilted down, and his eyes are closed. He is slightly smiling, saying, “Well, I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to try, right?”

The next shows Parker looking slightly surprised, as if he was not expecting Arthur to take him up on the offer.

The next panel is similar to the previous, but Parker is trying to contain his joy and giddiness, but failing. His face is glowing, figuratively, with a big and relieved smile that reach his eyes. Behind his head is a circle with light emanating from it, resembling a sun. Next to his head are the words, “Yeah, ‘f course.”

The last panel shows both of their backs, leaning over the mooncake. Arthur is more visibly leaning forward, looking forward to trying a slice of mooncake. Their shoulders are touching. Parker, in his first speech bubble, asks, “D’you want some egg yolk?” Arthur replies with, “Sure, why not.” In a bubble attached and outlined with a dotted line, Arthur adds on, “That IS a nice golden colour,” s if impressed. Parker replies with. “Good choice” in one bubble, and in another, he continues with, “My family would always fight over the yolk. That’s the best part.”

END ID]

[starvine]

🤭🤭 this is too real

enamored

or ; 5 times when you see neteyam, and one time when he sees you.

*ੈ✩ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: neteyam x na'vi!reader

*ੈ✩ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: slowburn (?) some brief depictions of blood/cuts, a bit suggestive towards the end, only partially proofread

*ੈ✩ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 4.1k

*ੈ✩ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: i love writing 5 things fics <33 also !! definitely going to make a pt 2 to this. i was going to just smush it all together, but this had already gotten much longer than anticipated. enjoy!!

the first time you see him, you feared it’d be your last.

all of your people were in a frenzy. word traveled quickly to the healers, word of the hunting party being attacked by a pack of starved viperwolves. at first, they were only there for the slaughtered sturmbeest-- an easy meal. then, once quickly realizing how vastly they outnumbered the men, they attacked.

“maite,” your mother calls out for you, her eyes crowded with affliction. she’s just entered your tent, along a boy in her arms. “i need you to take care of him.” 

you carefully inspect him at a distance, watching as your mother sets him down on your mat. the body of the limp boy, close to your age, having a torrent of small cuts and bruises on his arms--

his head lolls to the side; you recognize him immediately.

your eyes shift across neteyams body. you can feel your eyes widen. “mother…i--”

“an elder has already done most of the work, you would just need to seal the wound.” you’re walking over to her, inspecting the laceration on his oblique. to your surprise, the bleeding has almost completely ceased, and you can see the glisten of a translucent balm encompassing it.

you look over to your mother, a newfound sense of urgency in her eyes.

“your father was wounded.”

you can feel your heart quicken in pace.

“and I need you to help neteyam,” she holds your face in your hands, tenderly brushing her thumb over the apple of your cheek. “so I can help him.”

your eyes are transfixed on the slow rise and fall of neteyams chest. you barely manage to nod, and all you can register is a soft kiss on your forehead before you’re left with the unconscious son of your clan's leader.

in a heartbeat, you’ve brought the materials you’d need over to him. with one hand, you apply a sap-based paste along the edges of his wound; with the other, you hold the two sides together, hoping the glue will be enough to help seal up the wound.

and, much to your relief, it did.

you’re liberal with the second layer, quickly following it with flexible silk leaves to both protect the laceration, and moderate the swelling in the coming days. 

and once you’ve finally cleaned your hands of the different balms and salves they were covered in, you gently put your head to his chest.

“please,” you beg silently. “i need to know that he is still alive.”

a moment passes. and then another--

there it is,

a heartbeat.

you let out the air in your chest. relief is flooding your veins, and you can feel yourself breathing again. 

you look up to him, examining his face. you note the light bruising on his cheekbone, the dried blood on his temple, the light scratches all over his neck and shoulders--

you can only pray he doesn’t wake up in pain.

the second time you see him, he walks in by himself.

the bruising on his face and torso is all but gone, but you can tell in the way he favors his right leg that the skin on his side is still healing. 

“neteyam,” you greet him formally, watching as he mirrors the way you slowly bow your head, quietly whispering your name in return.

“how are you?” you ask, inviting him to sit down as you inspect his healing wounds.

“better,” he rasps, hissing as you peel away the silk leaves. and, to your satisfaction, he looks much better. the concoction of yours and the sky people's medicine had done wonders to his healing wound. already in just a month, the two sides were nearly connecting into a jagged gash. 

and with the way it was gracefully scabbing around the edges, you should assume a full recovery in the next few weeks.

“it looks better.” you say at last, noting the way he lets out a sigh of relief. you reach to your side to bring back that sappy paste, gently running it down his side.

you can’t ignore the way he stiffens when your hand touches him,

and you can’t ignore the satisfaction you feel from it.

“you shouldn’t be doing anything extraneous until it is fully healed,” you say, distracting yourself from how fast your heart is beating. “if you do, there is a risk of it splitting open, which would make it bleed again.”

“i got it.” he says weakly, and you discern the way he’s placed his arm above his head as to not get in your way.

you smile at that.

you’re finally layering on the new silkleaves when he speaks up.

“how long will it be until i am fully healed?” neteyam asks, watching intently as your hands work against his body.

“maybe two weeks,” you say passively, smoothing your fingers over the edges of the leaf. “but i am sure your mother will be able to take care of you.”

your ears suddenly perk up.

why was he seeing you about all of this? his grandmother was the peoples tsahìk, his mother a skilled healer--

why was he here?

why would he be seeing you? 

“okay,” neteyam breaks the abrupt silence, lowering his arm and bringing himself to his feet. “thank you. for everything.” his hand is hovering on his side as he exits your tent, leaving you with a clouded mind, and far too many questions.

because why would he, of all people, be seeing you?

the third time you see him, it’s unexpected. 

you’re learning so much during your time with mo’at, a spot your mother was able to secure due to her relationship to her. in that time, you’d gotten closer to the sullys, especially their eldest daughter.

kiri is kind, despite her prickly outer shell. it’s incredible to be able to learn alongside someone, and watch as both of you grow into stronger healers.

but now, it was just you and mo’at, with kiri being somewhere deep in the forest with her younger siblings, and that human boy that they couldn’t quite shake.

and she’s teaching you the rich benefits of a slinths venom when you hear the flap of the tent flutter behind you.

it’s neteyam, and he’s looking better than ever.

there are no more silk leaves on his side, the only proof of him ever having a wound being the discolored scar you could barely see behind his arm. you shouldn’t be this surprised, it had nearly been two months since you’d been in such close vicinity to the boy; but yet, you couldn’t help but feel proud at how well he’s healed.

“what is it neteyam?” mo’at says, barely looking up to recognize the presence of her eldest grandson. 

but he looks surprised at your presence. shocked, even.

his eyes shift unevenly between the two of you, only to rest comfortably on his grandmother. “it is a’ewì, she is awake.”

mo’ats ears twitch at the name. a’ewì, you were familiar with her: the young girl, not much older than tuk, with a terrible respiratory infection that she’d been battling for the past week. you’re cheerful to know that she is in better condition than the last time you heard her name.

“thank you neteyam.'' is all she says before standing, presumably to tend to the young girl.

you turn to watch her leave. “should i come with you mo’at?”

“no, stay here,” she affably commands. “continue to dilute the venom. carefully.”

and with that last word of wisdom, she is gone.

you silently follow her commands, trickling the venom through layers of cloth and charcoal, finally dripping into a clear solution.

“venom?”

the voice beside you makes you jump, and you can’t hide the shock on your face when you see that neteyam is still with you in the tent.

“yes.” you say, dully. “yes! it is slinth venom.” you correct your cadence, adding an authentic excitement to your words.

“can’t that kill you?” he’s leaning closer to the small contraption-- or, rather, closer to you.

“well…if it is injected in you from the slinth, then yes, it can.” you shift, giving neteyam room to sit next to you. you smile when he finds the space next to you, and your heart skips a beat when your knees brush against each other.

“but there is a way to extract it so that it loses the harmful toxins. and, by diluting it, it can be used to accelerate healing in wounds.”

you two sit there as the venom drips into the solution as it shimmers a vibrant green. the bright color dissipates as its diluted in the clear liquid beneath it.

“did you ever use it on me?” neteyam asks, sounding hesitant.

you look over to him, at his bright yellow eyes, the way his pupils have dilated from the darkness of the tent. he’s transfixed on the contraption, and you settle nicely into the few moments of silence in which you appreciate how truly beautiful he is.

you startle when he turns over to you.

“no!” you say abruptly, turning your gaze back over to the venom. “i don’t think so, i didn’t do too much to you, i just helped seal your wound so it could heal faster, the elders got to you before i did.”

from the corner of your vision, you can see the way his gaze lingers on his face, and it takes far too much strength to ignore it. 

“are you going to be busy tonight?”

you twitch your nose at his question. “probably not, i should be done studying with mo’at before eclipse.”

“good.” he pauses. “would you like to come and fly with me tonight?”

the shock at his question is enough for you to give into your temptations, and turn your head to meet his gaze. but you don’t see a well-hidden quip behind his eyes, or a poorly stifled snicker in the back of his throat-- in fact, you don’t see anything comedic about his question, nor his demeanor.

neteyam was being genuine.

“sure,” you’re nodding before you speak, watching the way his face lights up at your response. “it has been a while since i’ve been out with pasuk, i’m sure she would enjoy the air as well!”

he smiles at your enthusiasm, sending heat straight to your cheeks. 

“meet me by the waterfall,” he says, leaning closer to you. “just before eclipse.”

mo’at nearly stomps moments later through the tent's flap, her abruptness causing both you and neteyam to quickly pull away from one another.

“skxawng’evan,” stupid boy, she mumbles to no one in particular, leaving both you and neteyam to look at each other in bewilderment.

“neteyam, your brother got himself injured again.” she says, directly to her grandson, and you can hear neteyam curse under his breath.

“what did he do this time?” he stands up, helping mo’at collect small jars and bowls to help aid his brother. 

“he provoked a hive of hellfire wasps.” she’s heading towards the exit when she looks back to neteyam, shaking her head. “i’m surprised that the boy hasn’t killed himself yet.”

once she had exited the tent, neteyam turned back to you “hey!” whispered loudly, bringing your attention undividedly onto him. “midnight, the waterfall.” he reminds you.

“okay!” you responded in the same volume, as if the two of you were planning was something forbidden. “now go help your brother, it sounds like he’s had a rough day.”

all neteyam does is give you a lop-sided smirk before he disappears through the flaps of the tent.

tonight. midnight. you remind yourself.

it’s a date.

the fourth time you see him, the air is so thin that you find yourself struggling to breathe. 

it had been so long since you were out with pasuk, your lovely ikran, that you’d forgotten how thin the air can be when you’re above the mountains. 

but what you lack in proper air to your lungs, the astonishing terrain makes up for tenfold.

you looked down to the forest below you, the massive leaves blocking out almost all of the bioluminescence on the ground. yet still, there were gaps that found their way through the foliage, resulting in a purple and blue speckled sea beneath you. 

neteyam is barely ahead of you, and you note the way he keeps turning around to look at you. he looks beautiful at night; the freckles on his body reflect the stars above you, and you have to stop yourself every time you think of your fingers dragging between each bioluminescent dot on his body.

he’s obviously a much more skilled rider than you. nearly every other second he’s flying loops around you and pasuk, flipping his ikran through the air, and diving down towards the ground only to quickly rise above you moments later.

it takes you a while, but you figure out why he’s doing this:

neteyam is trying to impress you.

it’s something that goes straight to your ego: the olo’eyktans son, sneaking out away from his family and his duties, to try and impress some girl he’d met only a month ago.

and -- oh, it was working.

you hear his ikran shriek beside you, and you can see neteyam signal for you and pasuk to perch on the cliff right beside you. you nod to him, turning over to the steep edge.

“look,” neteyam points up to the sky filled with millions of stars, and you struggle to see exactly what he is pointing out.

“there is a meteor that will pass by soon,” he says, making you turn your gaze back to him. “the sky people say that it only comes every one thousand years, this will be the only time any of us will be able to see it.”

you smile brightly, looking back up to the sky. “then i guess we better keep our eyes peeled.”

for the next few minutes, it’s the two of you sitting in silence, clinging to your ikran, gaze fixed on the sky above you.

and that's when you see it.

it’s bright, green, and it's fast. it leaves a trail of stardust behind it, and you can't help but laugh at the sight of it. it’s flying across the sky, faster than anything you’ve seen before. and, just as soon as it was there, it was gone.

but it leaves its mark: the shimmering star dust, perfectly incandescent, shining as bright as any other moon. 

“it’s beautiful.” you say, and in your enticement over the asteroid, you don’t notice the way neteyams eyes are completely fixated on you.

“yes,” he whispers. “it is.”

the fifth time, everything is different.

you’re leading him by the hand through the forest, stepping over tree roots and under low hanging branches. if memory serves you correctly, you’re on the right path.

two months since that night in the sky, and now you’re on the forest floor with the sun high in the sky.

“why won’t you tell me where you are taking me?” he asks for the umpteenth time, and you can’t help but look back at him and laugh.

“you are so impatient, why can’t you just wait and see?”

“because waiting and seeing could result in you leading me to a thanator den?” he says, hopping over an overgrown root.

“neteyam…” you swing his arm side to side, slowing down your steps. “why do you always have to worry? why can’t you relax once in a while?”

you say it with a smile, because while his vigilance could get on your nerves, it was tied directly to his tenderness. which was, inarguably, your favorite trait of his.

“i can’t help but worry, i would really hate for either of us to die.” neteyam says, suddenly squeezing your hand.

“i promise that we will not die,” you say, returning the gesture and tenderly squeezing his. “in fact, i’m pretty sure i can see it just up ahead!”

only a few moments later do you break through the foliage, finding yourselves in a bright clearing. the leaves above you have managed to stay clear of this area, leaving bright rays of sun to peak through. 

there are tall plants surrounding the area, as if eywa herself had carved a spot clear of foliage-- save the grass and the vines that snuck down from the trees above you.

while you loosen your grip on neteyams hand, his only grows tighter.

he’s standing next to you, eyes darting around him, above him, below him-- 

“this is where i like to come when i want to be alone,” you tell him, watching every slight movement he makes; the way his ears bend back whenever an animal calls out in the distance, the way his bright yellow eyes are moving so erratically, and the way that his pupils have shrunk nearly half its size from the bright light shining through above you.

“i haven’t shown it to anyone else.” you quietly add, which is what makes him focus back on you. he takes your other hand in his, his stuck eyes on them as he slowly brushing his thumbs over the back of your palms.

“thank you,” neteyam says, looking back up at you. “it’s beautiful.”

something shifts in the way you’re seeing him; the smile tugging at the edges of his lips, the slight twitching of his ears, the quiet swishing of his tail against the tall grass--

you can feel your heart in your throat.

you can tell that something pivots for neteyam as well. his eyes are darting quickly between yours, fighting so hard not to look at your slightly parted lips, and he’s suddenly hyper aware of how small your hands feel within his.

neteyam’s callused hands are slowly moving up your forearms, just as yours begin to reach his biceps. you can feel your body moving on its own accord, detached from your brain, from your logic, your reasoning--

his hands are resting against your neck, cradling your jaw and timidly thumbing at your cheeks. your palms are gently cupping the sides of his face, and with how close you are, you can feel his breath on your lips.

“neteyam…” you whisper his name against his lips, and you can feel your blood rushing to your face. 

you can’t stop yourself-- you wouldn’t want to, even if you could.

in moments your lips are on his; slow, purposeful, passionate-- saying everything you wish you could. telling him how long you’ve yearned for him-- for this, for the solitude and the intimacy of this moment.

neteyam is fervently returning the sentiment, his grip on your face has turned more firm, his lips pressed against yours so hard that you can feel yourself stumbling backwards. every word you say against his lips, he matches it; every movement your body makes against him leaves him aching for more.

you only pull away when your lungs begin to throb, and you’re left gasping. your eyes are darting quickly between his, and the air around you is thick with the knowledge of what you just did.

neteyam whispers your name, his forehead against yours.

he doesn’t say it, he doesn’t have to--

you know what this means.

soon enough, it’s neteyam who sees you.

nearly six months since that fateful night; six months since your world had changed, since neteyam had unconsciously stumbled into your life-- since you’d finally felt whole again.

five months since that night under the stars, four months since you’ve shared that kiss with him.

and once again, you are leading neteyam through the forest by your hand.

except this time, it’s deep into the night.

and this time, he knows exactly where you are going.

he’s been on this route dozens of times during his youth. all the times he’s visited with his parents, with his siblings, with his friends; all the times that he’d come to utral aymokriyä, the tree of voices, to hear the songs of his ancestors from years ago.

and now, he is coming with you.

the bioluminescence around you lights your way, your heavy steps leaving bright footprints on the grass beneath you. just like that day, more than four months ago, you can hear neteyam laughing behind you.

“are we almost there?”

“neteyam,” you laugh through your hiss. “you know exactly where we are going, can’t you figure that out yourself?”

“maybe.” he nearly trips over a root. “but i prefer it when you tell me.”

you’re leaping across the fallen trunk of a tree, over a shallow pond, when you finally turn around him. “well, neteyam, if you use your eyes and look up,” you point to the sacred flora, biting back the snark in your voice. “you’ll see that we’re already here.”

your grip on his hand fails to falter as you approach the tree; neither you nor neteyam can remember the last time either of you had been here.

the energy is palpable; with every step you take closer to the tree, you can feel your body buzzing. the bright light of the glowing stems.

you can feel the ground beneath you carry that same energy, that same low, constant buzz. it’s exhilerating-- it’s intoxicating.

“i can’t remember the last time i was here.” you say, lost in the beauty of the flora around you.

“neither can i.” neteyam adds, just as easily transfixed as you. “i forget how beautiful it is.”

all you can do is nod.

when you finally drop his hand, it’s to reach out for a group of those glowing, electrifying stems. carefully-- shakily, you grab your queue from its braid, watching as the sensitive tendrils wrap around it.

and you can hear them.

in the way that you can hear your own thoughts, or feel your own heartbeat; they are not only around you, but inside you, feeling everything you feel, seeing everything you’ve seen. 

and, in turn, you can feel your ancestors, their joy, their unbridled happiness from being somewhere with their families from long ago. 

you can feel neteyam make the same link besides you, and for a moment, you can feel him, as well.

you’re stuck there, for who knows how long, absorbing every ounce, every fibre of your lineage’s memories. as much as you can, at least-- as much as your mind can handle.

you only break the bond to look over to the boy beside you, finding him with a sense of childlike wonder in his face, his pupils dilated so far that there’s only a golden ring of his iris visible.

you approach him, your hands delicately running along his shoulders. neteyam turns to you, pulling his queue away from the tendrils.

just like that day in the forest, your hands are slowly moving up his arms, reaching for his face. 

neteyam is tantalising-- enticing, the amarenthine glow of the world around you making him all the more phantasmic. he looks unreal, other-worldly, like some transcendent being from a universe far, far away from here.

it’s impossible to look away. your eyes map out the freckles on his face, trailing down to his jaw, dispersing along his shoulders and chest. you recall all the time spent wanting, yearning to draw lines between those dots with your fingers, and how many hours you’ve spent doing just that.

neteyams hand on your cheek takes you out of your trance, and he whispers your name like a a promise. 

you don’t hesitate.

your lips are on his, much like that day in the forest. but this time, there is something behind your movements-- something more ardent, more greedy. 

again, neteyam is matching your favor, kissing you so hard that you’re sure your lips will bruise. 

he wanders; your cheek, your jaw, your neck-- all the victim of the onslaught of his mouth. you’re holding back, biting back to pull him closer, deeper, until your skin is so close that you feel like one person. 

“neteyam,” you murmur his name, pushing up on his jaw until his eyes meet yours again. but you’re fixated on how puffy his lips are, and you’re distracted by how dilated his eyes have become.

he doesn’t say anything, but he knows. you know.

he can feel it too.

neteyam's hands cradling your face, thumbing a certain freckle on your cheekbone that he seemed to be constantly obsessed with. 

he was enamored with it-- with you.

with your eyes closed, you can feel his forehead resting on yours, as three simple words utter from his lips:

“i see you.”

[theblueseassoul]

“Lovesick.”

Xavier doesn’t want your time together to end.

Xavier x reader

Love and Deepspace fan fiction

No warnings.

No use of Y/n. Read in the second person. Gender neutral reader.

You cross your legs, propping your head up against your fist as you stared at the screen in front of you. Another long day at the office, and no wanderers had proven a threat recently, so you were stuck at your screens and your chair which you found yourself swaying back and forth in to keep yourself awake. You tried hard not to, but you zoned out multiple times over the past few hours. This felt like another office job. You hadn’t noticed it just yet, but Xavier was standing next to your desk, arms crossed slightly as he waited for you to glance his way. He gave up, gently tapping his knuckles against your desk top. Your eyes flicked over to him, and they widened slightly, your lips patting in surprise.

“Floating away?” Xavier asked playfully, a soft smile resting on his lips. “Come back down here. We’ll miss you if you’re gone too long.”

You chuckled softly and shook your head, glancing at your screens once more before returning to him “You’ll just miss my claw machine skills.” You joked, clicking out of one of the many tabs open in front of you. He hummed as if in thought, watching you go through your many documents and other trivial work things. Xavier moved from beside your desk to behind you, his arms resting against the back of your chair. There was a long silence before he spoke up again.

“Speaking of the claw machine..” he said, pausing. He only continued when you moved your head to the side to look at him. “Why don’t we go to the arcade today? We haven’t gone in a bit.. I heard they’ve changed up the stuffed animals. Maybe you’ll get one you haven’t gotten yet.” He suggested. You hummed softly, turning away as you looked back at your work, considering your options. To continue working, or to go out with Xavier. You hadn’t gone out with him in a while, and to be honest you loved your little outings together… plus, your eyes were starting to hurt from staring at so many screens.

You nodded, “Let’s go. Have you eaten yet?” You asked, shutting down your computer and putting away some of the files into their assigned drawers in your desk. He let out a soft ‘mh-mh’ which most likely meant no. You nodded again and stood, “let’s get some food on the way.” He just responded with an affirmative hum. You shook your head slightly and pushed in your chair as he stepped away, hands in his pockets. The two of you walked out of the hunters association building, and took the train to the arcade.

It was as fun as it always was. Xavier was right, there were stuffed animals you had yet to acquire. So of course you worked hard to get them for your little collection, or family as you called them. Xavier cheered you on from the side lines most of the time, smiling softly and putting up a motivating fist when you glanced over at him, saying “you’re doing awesome.” You got a good amount of prizes, and he ended up carrying the bag of them. As the two of you started to leave, you paused, seeing in one of the claw machines matching stuffed animals. Two bunnies, one a soft yellow with a sun on its side, and the other a soft blue with yellow stars on its side. They were propped up to be leaning against each other, and they looked absolutely adorable. You had to get them.

“Hey, is everything-“ Xavier started to ask something as he noticed you weren’t by his side anymore. He paused as he saw you staring at the claw machine, and chuckled softly “what do you have your sights set on now?” He moved close behind you, following your gaze. You lifted your hand and pointed to the two bunnies.

“I’m going to get those ones.” You said, determination thick in your voice. He nodded, patting your arm assuringly before you moved to place one of your many coins into the slot to play the claw machine. Xavier stood to the side once more, leaning against another game as he watched you play. Your eyes were narrowed in focus as you chewed on the inside of your lip, absolutely bent on getting the two stuffed animals in the back. He was silent this time, letting you focus, as he focused on your little habits. Xavier had made a habit of admiring you when you played games, or, well, did anything for that matter. He thought you were especially attractive when you were hell bent on winning a game, or in this case getting stuffed animals for the both of you. He watched the way your lips curved into a slight frown as you missed, as you tapped your finger against the button in frustration. He took in your facial features, which he had already memorized at this point. The shape of your nose, the gleam of stubbornness in your enthralling eyes. He thought your eyes were your best features. He could stare at them for hours. They always held so much emotion, and their color was something he couldn’t even name.

It took a few tries, but in the end you had achieved your goal. You put your arms in the air as the second bunny went down into the slot, “yes!! Yes yes yes!” You had a slight giggle of pure joy behind your words. Xavier couldn’t help but laugh a little. You knelt down, picking up the bunny and turning to Xavier who held the sun bunny. “We match.” You said proudly, holding up the starry bunny.

“Very proud of you.” He smiled at you, ruffling your hair as he walked with you towards the door. “Why were you so determined on these ones?” He asked, curiously. In truth he just wanted to hear you speak.

“Mmm…” you hummed, hugging the stuffed animal close to your chest as the pair of you walked leisurely down the side walk. “They reminded me of us. That’s.. it.” You shrugged, suddenly feeling embarrassed, as if this reason was silly. You looked over at Xavier and he was simply grinning down at the sun bunny, nodding as you spoke. “The star one is you.” You added.

“Ah.” He glanced over at you with a knowing look “so, the one I have is you? And that means…” he trailed off before bumping his shoulder against yours “that we’ll always be with each other. You’re very romantic.” He teased.

You felt your cheeks flush and you waved him away, “you have such a wild imagination.” You mumbled.

You two decided on Korean barbecue for early dinner. And by the time you finished, it was dark out. Xavier seemed a little disappointed as he stood with you on the train, racking his brain for something. When someone stood from their seat and left, he gently pushed you towards it “Sit. You said your feet hurt earlier.” He said. You smiled bashfully at the fact he noticed your complaints, sitting down. He stood in front of you soon after, continuing to stare out the window as he lost himself in thought. You found yourself staring at him as the train ride went on. First, you looked at his eyes, a deep blue. They always seemed to glow in the light, and you didn’t know if that was because of his Evol or because they were simply that pretty. Then you noted the way he seemed to glance at you every once in a while, and the way his hands couldn’t sit still. He was fidgeting with the bag of prizes, tapping his thumb against the pole, or he was shifting around every once in a while. You noticed that about him, that he could never seem to sit still for too long. If you looked away, he would be gone when you looked back. You needed to keep your arm looped in his to keep him from running off when the two of you went to large events or large parts of the city. Suddenly he locked eyes with you, and he raised a brow. You quickly averted your gaze to the window behind him.

In no time at all, you found yourself standing at his apartment door. “I’ll see you tomorrow?” You looked at him. He seemed to hesitate as he opened the door, and after a moment he looked at you.

“Do you.. want to stay over?” He asked. You raised a brow at him now.

“Why?” You asked in response. He shrugged, looking inside his apartment, then at you once more. You swore his eyes got more puppy-like by the second.

“I want to be with you longer.” He admitted, finally. Xavier cleared his throat, “because we haven’t seen each other in a while.” We’d see each other more often if you didn’t disappear so much. “And.. we can play racing again?” He suggested as if that would convince you, like you weren’t already wanting to go in when he just said he wanted to be with you a little longer.

You nodded, and he sighed in relief. When you got inside, he was already headed to his room to change. You left your shoes by the door and settled down on the couch, bunny on your lap. You traced over its eyes and nose, and while you lost yourself in thought didn’t realize Xavier was sneaking up behind you. You only realized when his arms were around your neck loosely, dropping some clothes in your lap.

“Some pj’s.” He clarified. “They might not fit too well, but you said you liked baggy night clothes anyway… you can change in the bathroom. I’ll set up the game.” You nodded slowly, moving the stuffed bunny off of your lap and getting up when he let you go. You took the soft purple colored pajama’s that as you checked the size, were actually pretty close to your size, only one up. You shook your head slightly in amusement, a fond smile spreading over your lips.

You both went on to play multiple rounds of a racing game he’d introduced you to. After getting tired of it, he flicked on a show, one the pair of you were watching together. Some romance drama that was cheesy and yet so hooking. Xavier was leaning against your shoulder, arm loosely around your waist. He had always been affectionate once he got closer to you, so you were just used to it at this point. Barely even noticed it, actually. He fidgeted with the hem of your shirt, making soft comments about the characters actions, and you did the same.

“God… why can’t they just talk it out? I mean they’re upset when this could just…” Xavier paused as you didn’t respond, calling out your name softly before pulling away to get a better look at you. Xavier found you asleep, your head leaning to the side as his wasn’t there to lean on anymore. His gaze softened, and he gently brushed your hair out of your face, looking at you with adoration filled eyes. You were just so perfect. He sighed softly at the warm feeling in his chest, rubbing his hand against it as he looked away. He knew what it was. He had a crush on you. However he’d never said anything. He’d never admit it out loud, not soon, anyways.

As he pulled away from you to stand, you grumbled unhappily, mumbling what seemed to be “don’t.” He froze. Xavier sighed, kneeling in front of you, resting his arms against your legs, a hand against your cheek so you had something to lean into.

“You’re making me a mess. and you don’t even know you’re doing it.. do you?” He murmured, thumb rubbing against your cheekbone gently. He sighed, his brows furrowing slightly “What am I going to do with this..” he spoke of the feeling that ran through his veins. That nested in his chest. The warmth, the joy even that resided in him whenever he was close with you. Whenever his eyes fell onto you. The feeling of his heart starting to race, and a smile spreading over his face without his permission. The fondness in his voice whenever he spoke to you, his body leaning into yours without meaning to. Unknowingly staring at you until you asked if there was something wrong with your clothes or on your face. You filled his mind, even when he tried to work. Out fighting wanderers and the only thing on his mind was if you had eaten dinner yet. He was a lovesick fool, he thought as he looked over at the bunny you wanted to keep because it reminded you of him. But he hoped you too felt these things. He hoped your heart raced, your cheeks flushed because of him.

He laid you down on the couch carefully, and laid in front of you. Your arms found themselves around him instantly. He fell asleep facing you, leaving a gentle kiss against the top of your head before pulling you closer, falling asleep to the sound of your soft breathing.

[e-munson666]

"Taking you" With me pt1

++Yandere!Rockstar!Eddie x OC!F!Reader++

(You are front row at one of Eddies shows, and once he lays his eyes on you he's instantly obsessed. He comes looking for you after his set and you end up on his tour bus........but is that a good thing?)

Content/Warnings ⚠️: 18+. DARK THEMES. Yandere Eddie is his own warning. Language, smut, unprotected (don't do that), kidnapping, pet names. Again, this is dark, you are absolutely not required to read it. I do not condone what's written, fiction is fiction and nothing more.

I have decided to NOT use Y/N at all, so for the sake of this character, we are calling her lex (lexi) but feel free to ignore that if you want. I just hate using Y/N and not just a NAME lol sorry not sorry.

🖤Lady Hellfire🖤

Using this gif for the dark look on his face.

Eddie was a great musician, and a good friend. He just had a problem with girls. Not that he couldn't get girls, or guys for that matter, but he often became overly obsessed with the ladies. As the band started getting bigger and bigger, the heart eyes Eddie had for his little groupies grew and grew.

There were a few times girls would follow the band from state to state, and it would often end in Eddie fucking them, and making it weird a few shows later when he told them he loved them. He quickly got a reputation for being a toxic guy when he would inevitably yell and lose his shit when they rejected his affection.

Gareth could immediately see Eddies body tense sharply as he looked down and spotted you in the front row. The cold, dark stare he gave you worried Gareth, and he knew whatever was coming, was NOT going to be good.

Gareth had been able to keep Eddie out of these situations recently, and he really thought his friend was getting better........until he saw you........Gareth knew no matter what he tried to say to Eddie now would go on deaf ears. Maybe he could try to talk to you instead?!

*

*

When you walked into the venue, you could feel eyes on you. You looked good and you knew it. Skin tight band tee cut up and showing a LOT of cleavage, accompanied by a tight, barely there leather skirt. You had on ripped up fish nets, and scuffed up combat boots.

You made your way over to the bar to grab a beer before shoving up to the front row of the crowd. One of the opening bands was the only reason you came here tonight. Corroded coffin, a band from back in your Hawkins days, were playing in Philly tonight, and you jumped at the opportunity to see them again.

*

You knew the guys, from back in high school. You weren't really friends with any of them, but they were nice enough.....nicer than most. You weighed more back then, and people in high school could be cruel about it, the guys in hellfire on the other hand were never crude and you admired them for that.

Especially Eddie Munson. You had often caught him intently staring at you when you wore anything that didn't swallow you whole. You would feel his eyes tracing down every curve of your body, and it drove you wild. The two of you never really hung out, but you pined for him, and stared at him almost as much as he stared at you. (Almost)

*

The lights dimmed and you could hear drums slowly start to play as the rest of the band came on stage, the crowd roaring with cheers as Eddie greeted the crowd. Gareth started drumming the intro of their first song when Eddie looked down and saw you. You were looking up at him, as sweetly as could be, watching a hunger set in his eyes.

He almost didn't look away from you at all for the entire set, something you, and Gareth seemed to be highly aware of. You blew Eddie a kiss onstage and he caught it, theatrically putting it in his pocket and winking at you.

"Fuck" Gareth muttered to himself.

Once they were done performing, the guys hurried to clear their equipment from the stage for the next act. You had made your way back over to the bar, ordering a few shots. You suddenly feel someone in your personal space, and you swing around to find Gareth, leaning into you with wide eyes.

"Gare?" You say, a little shocked to find him standing there and not Eddie. "Lex, you gotta leave, now." Gareth pleaded. You were about to ask him how on earth he was able to remember you when he grabbed your arm.

"Please, you gotta get out of here, Eddies looking for you" despite the tone in his voice, you were blushing at the fact that Eddie wanted to see you. Before you could respond, the curly haired brunette was quickly bounding over to where you and Gareth were standing.

*

Eddie was angry, seeing Gareth touching you, touching what was his. He couldn't help it. He had to have you. It took him a few minutes of staring down at you from the stage for it to hit him who you were. Lexi, from Hawkins high, the beautiful curvy goddess that was the object of his first real obsession.

He couldn't believe his luck that you were here, staring up at him with your big eyes, dressed like that.......and then you blew him that kiss???? Fuck he was done for right then.

Eddie stopped in front of you, yanking Gareths hand away from you. "Eddie" Gareth pleaded, seeing the blown out lust on Eddies face. He knew who you were to Eddie back then, and you being here now was so so bad.

Eddie let out a low growl at Gareth before grabbing your arm and pulling you away. Eddie was moving quickly but you could still hear Gareths final plea "Eddie please don't do this" before you were yanked out of the venues side door.

The cold evening air hit your face. Eddie quickly turned to you, wide smile on his face as he took you in. "Hi princess" he cooed, pulling you in for a hug. "Hi Eds" you squeak, air being crushed out of you from his embrace.

He pulled back and cradled your face in his ring clad hands. He felt you shiver as the cold metal touched your skin, and he couldn't help but smirk. "Wanna come warm up in the bus?" He whispers, licking his lips as you nod between his hands.

Without warning he scoops you up into his arms, and carries you across the parking lot. He sets you down quickly to unlock and open the door before throwing you over his shoulder before rushing inside. He took you to the private back room he usually stayed in on tours, tossing you on the bed. He quickly flicked the lock before turning back to you, hunger wide and prominent on his face.

He wasted no time crawling on top of you, slotting his legs between yours as he moved. His face hovered above yours, drinking in the look you had on your face as you stared up at him. He was going to devour you, and he knew you'd let him.

He crashed his lips into yours, moving one of his large hands to grab both your wrists and pin them above you. His other hand quickly moved up your thigh and up to your core. He audibly groans as he realizes you are not wearing panties under your tiny little skirt. Like you knew, like you came ready for him to take you.

He slid two fingers into you, marveling at how slick you already were. He started growling as he kissed you, tipsy from the moans he was pulling out of you. He broke away when he heard you mewl into his mouth.

"Eddie please"

He smiles down at you, completely overtaken by his lust. "You sure princess?" He questioned, tracing his fingers down your thigh.

"Yes Eddie, please take me" you beg, shuttering under his light touch.

His body shivered at your words. He quickly stood up and removed his shirt. He was undoing his belt, watching you remove your top, (no bra either he notes) and nearly cums as he looks up from removing his jeans. Your fully naked body on display in front of him.

"Oh don't worry baby, I'm gonna take you, gonna make you mine" he mumbled, yanking his boxers off and quickly moving back on top of you. You bit your lip as you looked up at him, curls wild, lips swollen. He didn't waste anymore time, lining his throbbing tip up to your entrance. He slammed into you, groaning at the gasp you let out.

Eddie wasn't small, he knew he was far above average, and he loved the pained yet pleasure filled look on your face as he bottomed out. You were clawing his bicep, trying to adjust to his size. He doesn't give you much time before he starts rapidly thrusting back and forth.

He wraps one hand around your throat, the cold metal of his rings cooling your burning skin. He wraps his free arm around one of your legs, lifting it up and putting it on his shoulder before fucking into you deeper and deeper.

He kept up his stamina for what felt like hours, overstimulating you on his cock. He rode you through orgasm after orgasm, watching you crumble beneath him, tears streaming down the side of your face.

When his climax finally came, he thrust into you as deep as he could, stilling himself as he shot his cum into you. His chest rose and fell heavily, slowly pushing his seed deeper with a few sharp thrusts before pulling out. You were shaking, weak, and tired. Just what he wanted.

He pulled you into his arms, kissing your forehead and caressing your back as he watched you drift off to sleep. As soon as he was sure you were out, he slipped out of the bed, ready for the next phase of his plan.

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You woke up, groggy and body riddled with pain. It took you a second to remember where you were, in Eddies bed, on his tour bus. But something was wrong. Something felt off........and then it hit you.......the bus was fucking MOVING.

You sprung up, fear rising in your body. Your blood goes cold as Eddie nuzzles into your neck from behind you and whispers "I told you I was gonna take you princess. And I did."

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A/N: this was one hell of a ride. Comment to be added to the taglist for this series. Its going to be AMAZING.

[starvine]

i’m twirling

BY YOUR HANDS ALONE

neteyam sully x gn!reader

notes: this is silly & overtly fluffy & all over the place if i am completely honest rn. neteyam is a little flustered & probably ooc. sorry :’)

"there you are."

"here i am," you mirror back instantly, hardly sparing a glance up at the far too familiar voice as your fingers continue to work at chopping up some vegetables. it's a busy day—a momentous day. there is no time to waste.

"let me help," neteyam offers, already making moves to steal your knife from you as he steps to your side.

but you weave it away from his grasp, nudge him back with your shoulder and point the knife at him as you address him. "aht, don't think so," you differ, then continue your slicing. "besides, don't you have your own tasks to get to, mr. mighty warrior?"

days like this require a lot of preparation; everyone chipping in and doing their part so that it all gets done and runs smoothly. if even one person slacks off, it could cause a rift in sanctified plans. and that simply wouldn’t do. no, it would not.

"i have completed all of them, actually," he retorts, but he shrivels when you narrow your eyes up at him. "okay, almost all of them."

you scoff, let your pupils meet your sockets with a roll as you pry the truth out of him. of course, one of the most important days of the year and it is now that neteyam chooses to have an irresponsible whim. you aren’t sure what you’re gonna do with him.

"your mother will have your tail if she finds one thing out of place for tonight, you know this." it isn't necessarily a warning, but there is some tip-off in your tone. "you must get everything done."

neteyam hums, leans his hip against the raised wood that you are using as a makeshift counter. he says nothing, simply watches you. takes into account how you dice up the vegetables in front of you diligently before sliding them to the side with your knife and moving onto the next ones. his stare is driving you crazy—no one works well under pressure, after all.

it causes you to have a slight blunder; a misstep. you cut a pattern a tad too fast and send a slice of root tumbling towards the ground. neteyam's instincts are superb, quick, and he catches it before it hits the dirt. mumbling a thank you under your breath as he places it back on the tray, you find the heir before you still not making a move to speak.

you aren't sure why it unnerves you so.

"what do you have left to complete?" it's not the question you want to ask, but 'what the hell do you keep staring at?' doesn't sound quite as nice. so you settle on it.

you take a pause, a breath, to turn to him. throughout the years you have seen the eldest sully child wear many expressions. ones tainted by smiles, irritation, pride, devotion—but this one has you tipping your head in the most peculiar way.

because timidness is not something you think you've ever seen don the strong features of neteyam sully.

he carries himself with such an air of confidence; shoulders pressed back and chin held high—not arrogant, but undaunted. he does not shift gaze unless he is avoiding scoldings and he does not suck in his cheek unless he is fighting frustration. so, you wonder, what could possibly have his face contorted in such a reticent manner. if you did not know any better, you’d almost call his demeanor a rendition of shy. but that seems rather uncharacteristic of him, doesn’t it?

"ah—are you sure you don't need help with that?" he's deflecting, brushing off your inquiry like he hasn't heard it. and you can't decide whether you find that amusing or concerning.

he's making way for your knife again and you twist your arm to hold it out of his reach behind you. you eye him carefully, flit your gaze all around him to pick up on anything that you can that would explain his behavior.

"tell me." it's not an order, you aren't demanding, but neteyam nods his head like he's respondent of such.

"my father told me i needed a, uhm," he stutters, licks his lips, like he's tripping over his own tongue. and it's undeniable the way you see his ears twitch. "for the celebration tonight. i need a.."

"a what, neteyam?" you press, cock your brow up at him. you don't think you've ever seen him like this. never witnessed him so.. "you need a what?"

"a.. date."

so fidgety.

"a date?" you repeat with widening eyes.

"no, no not a—not a date really but i need someone for the—“

"the staining ceremony.” you finish for him, continue his sentence because with all his blubbering you aren’t sure he’ll ever spit it out.

he nods curtly.

the celebration tonight is for all the young warriors who have proved themselves throughout the calendar year as being strong willed and great protectors of the clan. neteyam, of course, is one of them. has been since he earned the right to be titled as such. so perhaps it should have clicked in your head that he’d be searching for a partner for the staining ceremony portion of the night.

but a part of you—if you’re being completely honest with yourself—just figured he had one already. events like this take weeks of planning; most warriors find their artisan a fortnight in advance. because it cannot just be anyone.

the partner one chooses for the staining ceremony must be someone with whom they feel a connection. some of the older warriors choose their mates. some of the youngest choose their mother or father. some settle for siblings. others, in brazen acts of outstretched hands, choose a mate unbonded; one who they harbor feelings for but have yet to seal such in the eyes of Eywa.

you cannot lie and say you had not pondered over who neteyam’s choice would be. a part of you thought he would pick kiri—they have always been so close and she has been his partner for such ceremony before. but, you are not deaf to the murmurs of your village, you are not ignorant of what has been passed from mouth to ear of all that will listen. there have been other… prospects who have been suggested to neteyam for this special commemoration.

your name has not been among them.

“well,” you continue, tear your eyes away from him and get back to the task at hand. there is no need to dwell on such things and fall behind. you have just one more batch of greens after this to prepare then you will be done and can walk away from all this. “if you’re here to ask my opinion on who your choice should be, i’m not sure i will prove to be much help.”

a shut down; a cut off. you’d like this conversation to be over as soon as possible because it’s making your fingers itch. you’re offering him a gateway to close the topic off.

but he doesn’t seem to get the memo.

“no,” he chuckles, now, and you can tell he’s shaking his head out of the corner of your eye. it’s breathy; like he’s punched it out of his chest and finally broken past the barrier of whatever flusteredness had him trapped before. “that’s not why i came to find you.”

“if it’s to convince kiri to sacrifice herself to do it for you again this year, i’m not game for that either.” you don’t understand why his laughter leaves you agitated, why this whole situation has caused an odd twisting in your gut.

“that won’t be necessary,” he disputes, “i do not need kiri to be my partner this year.”

your fingers fumble, your slicing stutters. “oh?” and you want to kick yourself for how your voice hitches. you clear your throat, bite the corner of your lip that neteyam can’t see. “convince some other poor soul to do it for you? is it zuy’nik? i know she presented you a kill from her hunt recently.”

neteyam hums. “no. i have not chosen zuy’nik.”

you grip your knife harder, focus carefully on the blade as you chop down on a bundle of leaves. your throat is dry, your heart is thundering. you feel silly.

“sënuul, then?” you question, do your best to sound as disinterested as possible even though your chest is burning to know who could be lucky enough to have been picked by the heir himself. “i hear many young warriors wish for her. they say she has delicate hands.”

your hands—in contrast—have grown tense; your chops near erratic. being this worked up over a man who is not your mate seems so futile, so nonsensical. if your mother were here to see you now she’d call you childish.

but is it so childish to want things your heart yearns for?

“while that may be true,” neteyam agrees with the sentiment, and that makes your stomach lurch, “it is not sënuul either.”

“then who is it? who could you possibly—“

a hand covering yours has you cutting yourself off. neteyam’s palm melds over your knuckles; stops your unsafe cutting and stills your wrist’s movements. before you can even bring yourself to look at him, calloused fingers are hooking around your chin. swiveling your head around, you have no choice but to meet his gaze. and it is not averting, not twinkling with tepidness like it was before. you think, for a moment, that’s because he’s passed the feeling onto you.

“i do not wish for any other partner in this clan.” and his voice does not waver, does not stumble, now. you swallow as you listen. “i came here to ask if you would do me the honors, for tonight.”

your tongue feels like cotton; the fuzz of it floating to your brain to make everything go static. this is.. not what you had expected.

you had expected to follow neytiri’s orders for preparing the food for the meals that would be shared. you had expected to dress yourself in the ceremonial clothing and jewelry you keep for these special occasions. you had expected to stand around the edges of the circle during the opening dance, serve food to the elders, and sit with a content tight smile as you watched kiri declare neteyam’s war paint for the third year in a row before the true celebration began.

you had not expected yourself to be standing face to face with neteyam, ears twitching embarrassingly sporadic, as he asks you to join him in one of the most intimate and important events of a warrior’s life.

and you suppose you can use that element of surprise as the reason why you find yourself a tad bit speechless while you nod dumbly. a wide grin cracks across his face, curves up his cheeks as he lets out another breathy laugh.

“thank you,” he murmurs, and he still hasn’t let go of your chin. “i was worried i would not get the chance to ask you in time. i was pushing it, but i tried to get all my other duties done as fast as i could.”

now that, the mention of time, finally knocks you out of your little lovesick trance.

“hey, wait,” you huff, shove at his chest lightly with your free hand. “you should have asked me sooner! i should have already had your stain pattern planned out, and—and now i have to go get all of your paints and i didn’t factor in the time for that. you’re terrible!”

“ah, i’m not terrible. i am sure you can just wing it,” he waves off, simpers like this is funny.

“wing it?” you gape at him. because he genuinely cannot be serious. “this will be your war paint pattern for the rest of the year. if it’s bad then you will be stuck with it. you want me just to wing that?!”

“why not? i have faith in you, i’ve put myself into your hands.” and it’s meant to playful, you know this, but the way he’s looking at you proves his words hold their full weight regardless. “don’t be mad at me.”

“oh, i’m mad,” you retort, brush him away as you get back to slicing because now you really do not have the time for distractions. “i cannot believe you have waited until last minute.”

“would you like me to ask someone else?” he queries, and you whip your head over to level him with a glare. “i mean, i am sure sënuul would be honored to be the partner of the future olo’eyktan.”

“you know, i liked you better when you were sputtering and nervous,” you spit back, retract your attention once again. “terrible. truly terrible.”

“ah, do not be mad at me,” he levels again, “what can i do to have you forgive me?”

“nothing. you will never be forgiven.” with no hesitation, but also no malice. your bite holds no venom, and your cheeks are still warm. such hypocrisy you spew.

“nothing?” he questions, and you don’t even have to see his face to know he is smiling. there he is again; the neteyam who holds his chin up high and taunts his brother into mindless games to prove his worth. you admire this neteyam; love this neteyam.

this neteyam grabs your face and tugs you forward before you can think of another mindless rebuttal to spout.

the kiss is light but fervent, and if you were a poetic person you might just say that his lips taste like future promises you already intend to keep. the fight drains from your body and you find no urge to bring it back. this neteyam seems to know how to quell you, how to dispel your frustration and wipe away your grievances like fogged up glass. so easy, so effortlessly.

he pulls away languidly, breath puffing against your lips. "forgive me?" he asks again, and you find yourself nodding before he even finishes the question.

he turns your head to peck your cheek then drops his hands to finally successfully steal the knife still held in yours. you tip your head, blinking through the daze to inquire what he's doing.

"i can finish that, you know."

"i know," he answers, then flashes you a crooked grin that has your stomach twisting in a way far different than before. "but don't you think you should start planning how you want to trail your hands over me?"

and, oh. part of you wants to hit him for that. but part of you wants to tug him in by the neckpiece he dons and get him to shut up by an alternative method.

as you reach forward to run your hand ever so heedlessly up his chest, a faux illusion of planning your mapping, you think you might just settle on the latter.

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[ticklepinions]

Call Me By Your (Nick)name

A/N: yet another break in the continuation. Someone stop me the chaos is consuming me. Reblog this for the awesome title alone. I was very ecstatic to have made it. Tagging the squaddies who are always inspiring me @writingwitharlo @nhasablogg and @happyandticklish. Go read their recents and get inspired and fall in love with the people as well.

Word count: ~1040

He remembered it like it was yesterday. Charlie and his friends were celebrating his birthday at the bowling alley. He and Nick went to go get some snacks and that's when it happened. 

"Char you want popcorn or..?"

"W-what did you just call me?" a small smile appearing on his face.

"Char?"

"Oh my God I love it, say it again!"

Charlie couldn't help but reminisce on the moment. Nicknames meant a lot to him. It was like someone was claiming him as theirs. It was a reminder that he was wanted and liked. He found it silly how much he loved them though… 

"Earth to Charlie?? Are you even listening to me?" Tao said with furrowed brows. 

"Y-yeah sorry…" 

Tao scoffed and continued telling his story about who knows what. Isaac was there reading a book as always yet Charlie was the one to get in trouble for not listening. Can't a boy dream of being called a name by a boy he loved??

School was finally over and Charlie met with Nick to go to the park.

"Hi"

"Hi"

The two hugged. 

"You smell nice"

"T-thanks"

Charlie was thankful that his vanilla scented soap got Nick's approval. Nick had laid out a plaid sheet and tackled Charlie onto it.

"You really got to work on evading tackles, how will we ever win a game when you're on the ground for most of it" 

"Oh I'm sorry, I didn't think you were going to tackle me out of nowhere"

"Exactly. Got to be prepared for anything~"

The boys giggled. Having Nick on top of him made Charlie's heart do a somersault. His eyes trailed up the rugby lad's arm, appreciating the veins popping out of them. He really was in love with Nick's arms. 

"Well are you going to get off of me now?"

Nick shot him a smirk and immediately retorted.

"What if I like it here?"

Hearing that made poor Charlie choke, his heart lodged in his throat. 

"Hope you like strawberries, my mom got us lots of them" Nick said, gently pushing off of Charlie.

"Feed me?" 

Charlie looked at Nick with his best puppy dog eyes, something he knew Nick couldn't resist.

"Anything for your majesty"

Nick gently let Charlie take a bite of the strawberry, quickly smearing the half eaten berry across Charlie's lips.

"H-hey!" Charlie protested, before Nick scooped his face and kissed the boy.

"Mmm these strawberries are good"

Charlie welcomed these kisses, as silly as Nick was. The boys made out, Charlie now sitting in his lap as Nick's hands gripped his waist. When Charlie pulled away, Nick gave a small pout.

"Nick..?"

"Mhm?"

"Hehehey stahap it tihihickles" Charlie scrunched up his neck which was currently being peppered with kisses. 

"Can't talk now, busy kissing my boyfriend" 

Charlie couldn't help but let out a lot of snickers as Nick's gentle hands held his head in place, ensuring that there was maximum neck to be kissed. Charlie gripped tightly onto Nick's hoodie, the tickling filling his tummy with a multitude of butterflies. 

"Nick- stop I have something to sayyy" Charlie whined through his giggles. 

Nick stopped, well... after a couple smooches on the cheeks, then he stopped. 

"D-do you remember when you called me that name? At the bowling alley…"

Nick cocked his eyebrow and tilted his head to the side. 

He really is a golden retriever Charlie thought, smiling to himself. 

"You gave me a nickname… And you swore never to call me it again but I think you should change your mind"

It was funny seeing the bewildered look on Nick's face change to a playful defiance. 

"No, absolutely not"

"But why?"

"It was very cringey"

"Was not"

"Was too"

Charlie pouted, kissing Nick deeply. 

"Pretty please?" He even batted his eyelashes for extra emotional manipulation.

Nick blushed, leaning in for another kiss only to get denied. 

"No kisses until you say it"

Nick sighed. 

"Why do you want me to say it so badly?"

"Because… I like it…" Charlie said so softly Nick barely heard it. 

"As cute as that is~, you can't make me"

Nick choked on the words he just uttered as Charlie plunged his fingers under his arms. Nick fell back and guffawed. His entire body jerked from the scribbling fingers tickling one of his worst spots. 

"Say it~"

"NEHEHEVER- CHAHARLIE NO-" he squealed, the tickling migrating to where the armpits and ribs met. 

"Charlie, yes"

What Charlie did was very evil. One hand took a more firmer approach, using his thumb to dig small concentrated circles under Nick's left pit, while his other hand was lightly spidering the other one. Both methods sending Nick up and way over the wall. 

"Did you really just snort? How adorable"

Nick's face couldn't be a brighter shade of red. He wildly flailed, eventually bucking Charlie off of him. He tried his best to scramble away but Charlie got his fingers scratching the insides of his thighs. Nick screamed. Charlie's deft fingers squeezed his thighs which was almost pure muscle. The tickles sent shocks up his spine as he twisted and turned. His laughter was bright and airy, that little shit was enjoying this. Charlie would never want to torture his boyfriend but he'd be damned if he let Nick win this war. 

Not thinking much of what he was doing, his fingers scratched against Nick's calves. Nick roared with laughter, kicking his feet as fast as he could to shake the fingers off. Charlie couldn't help but smirk at the new discovery. 

"Oh Niiiick~ My love~ The boyfriend I adore verrrrry much~ Care to call me by your nickname?"

"Ch… Ch… Nev-ooOOOHHOHohohoHoOOO CHAR STOP IHIHIT" 

Nick thought he could tease his boyfriend even further, paying for it dearly as the lad spidered his fingers on Nick's sensitive calves. His brain being scrambled by the tickling made him say the stupid nickname.

"Say it again!" A very giddy Charlie pounced on Nick, his face inches away from the very blushy boy. 

"Char-" seeing his boyfriend's eyes light up from a seemingly simple name made his heart feel warm. How could he have denied this from him? Charlie was absolutely overjoyed, his lips pecking against Nick's cheeks. 

"Ohohokay ohokay" 

"Don't tell me your cheeks are ticklish too"

"Shut up and kiss me… Char"

[quartzwriting]

Tolerance

Pairing: Captain Rex X Fem! Jedi Reader

Description: You, Rex, Jesse, and Kix are out at 79′s for a fun night after a victory. After a few drinks, you’re already bubbly and subconsciously clinging to your secret boyfriend, the captain. Your little group runs into the Bad Batch and Hunter is noticing how you and Rex are interacting.

Warnings: drinking at a bar, tipsiness, sexual relation implications  

Word Count: 3.5K

A/N: On a clone high and Rex owns my heart that’s all I'm gonna say. And happy Bad Batch finale omg I can’t believe its over for now I’m gonna cry-

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You and Jesse clinked your shot glasses together before tapping them on the table and downing them together. The hard liquor went down with a heavy heat that landed in your stomach, where it would soon travel up to make your head spin. A cough threatened to break out of your throat, so you took a sip of your cocktail to wash it down.

“And so the alcoholism begins...” Kix remarked, knowing where the night would go if you and Jesse were to continue with more shots. 

“Hey,” You replied, sending him a cheeky smile, “we need to kick it off, Kix,” You mentally congratulated yourself on your word choice as you fiddled with your straw, swirling the ice and liquor around in your glass. 

“Don’t be a stick in the mud, Kix,” Jesse added, a smirk appearing on his face.

“I’m just making sure you both don’t die from alcohol poisoning so early in the night,” Kix muttered into his glass of beer. 

Rex chuckled before taking a sip of his whiskey. You watched him from the top of your glass while Jesse and Kix were distracted by a discussion on alcohol tolerance. A dreamy look glazed over your eyes, one that was not from the drinks that were beginning to run through your system. 

His eyes darted to yours and you looked away just as quickly. Your cheeks warmed from the split-second moment. You felt his hand brush against the spot where the end of your dress met your thigh under the table out of sight, a sly form of acknowledgement. That made you smile. You heard the faintest sound, a grunt of amusement come from Rex. You held in a giggle.

Even though you both were secretly together for a while now, he could still do that to you. Make your stomach stir and make you forget everything on your mind, all while you were blushing like a teenager. 

“I’m the most tolerant out of all of us,” Jesse said, you only tuning into their conversation now. 

“That doesn’t mean you have to hit your limit and get black-out drunk every time we come here,” Kix replied with a sternness in his voice.

You’d think that the clones would all have the same tolerance due to their literal shared DNA, but Jesse was right. He was the one who took longer to start feeling a buzz, the one who could down the most drinks on a night out. Clones were already able to take a lot, but Jesse was insane. This was due to the number of times Jesse has managed to get crazy drunk at 79′s over the years while partying alongside Fives and Hardcase. You had been there for most of them. Events that you had retold to friends over caf or casual drinks, stories that spread around the 501st legion and even made their way over to the 212th and 104th. 

But there was a point where drunk Jesse was no longer fun, him just becoming extremely difficult to handle on the way home. So Kix had a point. 

Another sip of your cocktail and you said, “Maybe don’t drink so many shots tonight so we don’t have to carry you out this time.”

Jesse scoffed, “Look who’s talking. You’re the one who gets loopy after two shots,”

It was true. You were the lightweight of the group. And you knew that Kix would be on your ass as well for controlling the drinks. You knew how far into the black hole of bubbly tipsy you could go, so it was probably a good idea to hold back yourself. You mentally made a note to just have that one shot and your cocktail.

“I may be weak but I’m not stupid,” You remarked, giving him a sly side-eyed look while leaning on the standing table you all had stationed yourselves at.

Rex and Kix burst out laughing at that and it made you feel successful. Jesse huffed and downed the second shot he had gotten himself. Bold, but as you told him, stupid. If he kept this up then you knew where the night would go with him.

“We’re all on duty tomorrow,” Rex piped up, getting the attention of everyone, “so that means no inducing any hangovers,” 

“Alrighty captain,” You said, then gestured to your cocktail glass, “This is all I’m gonna be having.”

“Promise?” Kix eyed you. His medic position was showing. You did not blame him for being cautious. 

“I promise,” You winked at him. 

Kix then turned to Jesse, who had an offended look on his face. He eventually promised himself that he would not excessively drink to the point where the three of you would need to carry him back to their barracks.

So the night went on. And you had already broken your promise to Kix. You had one more shot, sneaking one when you went to buy another round of drinks for your boys. Your tipsy personality had come out now, the bubbly and giggly mess that they had to deal with. It was no chore, it was entertaining to see you so much more talkative and with a boost of confidence in your step. 

Your bubbly self combined with a loud and worked-up Jesse made for a chaotic combination. The two of you had sparked enthusiastic talk about the latest mission that you all were celebrating, Rex and Kix chiming into the fun as well. It felt like the mood was kicked up and with the club’s music in the background, the tone of the night was light and fun.

This leads you to start talking about funny stories you had gathered during the war, which you and Jesse were most engaged in. 

“There was this one time where Rex ran into a pipe,” Jesse laughed while speaking, struggling to get his words out, “and the sound that rattled his helmet was hilarious,”

“You’re kidding?!” You spiralled into a fit of giggles, falling back and leaning into the captain’s side. You had not been there for that and you wish you had, the look of embarrassment underneath his helmet must have been priceless. 

Said captain shot a look at Jesse, a look that burned so hard it could kill. 

Jesse continued, “Another time, this was on Geonosis, the general and the commander threw him off a wall-”

“That’s enough, Jesse,” Rex warned, a hard voice breaking through the laughter like a bark. 

You were laughing, Jesse was laughing, and Kix tried so hard not to choke on his beer. 

“Oh Rex, sounds like you can be pretty clumsy,” You teased. 

The way you had been leaning on him drew in his attention. There was a tang of worry he felt, wondering if it looked obvious to his men. If it showed affection or if it was just a result of you laughing so hard that it pushed you into him. He did not want to risk it either way, so he subtly reached out and gently pushed you forwards. His fingers lingered on the fabric of your dress for longer than he intended. 

He knew how drinking affected you and he had been watching it play out. How you had been slowly gravitating towards him as the drinks settled into your system. How the smiles you gave him grew bigger as time went on. How you had begun to slowly sway with the music of the club, all with a warmth that had spread across the bridge of your nose to your cheeks.

You were adorable, he admitted.

However, he also knew you were slow to rationality while in a tipsy state. He had to be careful and make sure you did not blow your big secret all because of a few drinks. So he watched your behaviour and corrected anything that looked suspicious, keeping a composure that strictly said a friendly but close relationship between clone captain and Jedi. 

But it was hard to not think of those times where you and him would have drinks together in private. How it would lead places. He knew what your bubbly drunk self was like: how she spoke, how she laughed, how she sounded in pleasure. It took every last ounce of self-control and discipline in him to not sneak you off somewhere. It did not help that your dress was tight in the right places, his eyes occasionally wandering over you when no one was looking.

He did not know how long he could tolerate just watching you and not doing anything else about it. 

“No way!” A loud voice broke out of the chatter of the night, making your little group turn in its direction. “It’s Rex and his squad!”

“Heyyyy,” you drew out, “It’s the bad boys!” 

The five members of The Bad Batch had entered 79′s. Wreaker was the one who had called out to you with that booming voice of his. They defiantly stood out from the other people in the club, they were hard to miss. You and your boys waved them over to your standing table and they came to join you. It had been forever since you have seen any of them, so you felt some excitement in seeing their faces again. Especially one of them in particular.

“Echo!” You beamed at him. He returned your smile before you walked up to him and practically jumped on him in a hug. “I haven’t seen you since we rescued you, I miss you, hon.”

From the bounce in your voice and the colour on your cheeks, Echo knew. “How many has she had?” Echo glanced at Rex, half-jokingly and half-serious.

“Only a few, I swear!” You whined, falling back into your spot in between Rex and Jesse.

Echo took Rex’s other side, “You making sure she doesn’t go crazy?”

“As always,” Rex replied.

“That’s the second time someone has nagged on me about that tonight,” You said, nose scrunched up and echoing the look on Echo’s face mockingly. “I’m fine!”

Hunter took one look at you and said, “You look like you’re about spent,”

You leaned on the table and jabbed a finger in his direction, “You can shut your trap,” 

Hunter had smiled at the way your voice broke into a hiccup, breaking your fake façade of seriousness. You ended up smiling too.

“Well fellas,” Crosshair piped up, “are we getting drinks or not?”

Jesse and Crosshair went around the table asking for orders, intentionally skipping you and leaving you hanging. And when they went to leave to head to the bar, you turned on your heel to go follow.

But Rex put a hand on your shoulder and twirled you back around. The clicking of your heels on the ground followed your stumbled footsteps. He then slung his arm around your shoulders to keep you in place, to keep you from escaping. “No more for you,”

“Aww,” you practically whined. 

“You’ve had enough, (Y/N),” he insisted.

“Come on, Rexy~” you drew out, looking up at him with big eyes.

Everyone around the table was watching and Rex was hoping the alcohol was enough of an excuse for that nickname.

“You’re done,”

You huffed. As chatter went around the table between Rex, Kix, Hunter, Tech, Echo, and Wreaker, you found yourself once again resting at Rex’s side. Leaning on him and letting your head fall to rest on his upper arm. You were paying attention to the story that the Bad Batch was telling, all while pushing your weight onto the captain as an unconscious action of affection. 

Even though Rex thought it was a bad idea, he found his hand moving up to rest on your waist. The feeling of the fabric of your dress once again on his fingers made his mind wander. The softness of the fabric did not compare to the softness of the skin that he knew was underneath. It had taken a large amount of willpower and discipline to resist the urge to rip that dress off.

Rex only now noticed that you were looking at him while the others were occupied. There was a dreamy look underneath the glassy sheen of tipsiness, one only reserved for him. He had seen that look often, catching it when no other clone or Jedi or anyone was looking at the two of you. Seeing that look, all while you rested your head on him, made him crack a smile.  

Crosshair and Jesse had returned with the table’s drinks and the night continued.

~~~~

Hunter’s senses were all over the place. There were conversations and the buzz of sounds everywhere. The heavy scent of alcohol floating from glasses and off the breaths of anyone speaking. He could see and hear everything. In places like this, he often experienced a sensory overload that required him to retreat to the Havoc Marauder for some quiet.

But right now there was one thing he found himself tuning into that was distracting enough. It was keeping his head from spinning because he was too curious about it. This hunch overcame him that he had to investigate. He was hyper-focused on you and Rex.

While the group was and laughing and sharing fun times, Hunter paid attention to little things that became more and more obvious. The gravitational force that pulled between the two of you and how close you two were standing at each other’s sides. The way you smiled every time Rex added conversation to the table. The subtle glances of Rex constantly checking on you or checking you out.

He was still questioning it himself, if he was just tapping into it too much. Finding a distraction in this stressful place, wondering about the secret possibility of something below the surface. But then he noticed how Rex’s hand never left the small of your back. A gesture that was excusable for keeping you upright in your tipsy state, with a weight that said something more. 

Hunter wanted to laugh. He no longer doubted it.

During the next minute or so, Hunter watched a little something play out right in front of him.

You were having a giggle fit (one of many that he had witnessed since he arrived at the table) at something Crosshair had said. He couldn’t have cared less for the reason why you were laughing like this, only focusing on how it affected the captain. The look in his eyes was adoring and concerned, gears turning in his head as he tried to make a decision. Hunter had guessed he was debating on if he should let you continue to swim in the waters of tipsiness, which, lo and behold, he was correct.

Then the two of you quickly spoke in hushed voices as if you did not want to disturb the conversation.

“Maybe you should have some water.”

“I’m fine, Rex.”

“I’m serious. Come on, let’s go.”

“I’m okay.”

“No, you’re not.”

Rex then turned to everyone and said that the two of you would be right back. He lead you away, hand still glued to the small of your back and making sure you did not stumble in your heels. Mumbles of protest came from you as Rex pushed you towards the bar. Hunter’s line of sight followed the two of you.

Tech had begun to spew to Kix and Jesse some details on their latest mission. Wreaker had said something about not caring about what Tech was saying. Crosshair muttered into his glass in agreement. Hunter mentally agreed, trying to listen for words coming from you and Rex instead. 

He could make out some that were exchanged, it being drowned out by the music and other chatter. He could hear bits and pieces. He heard things like I’m fine and be quiet and stop bugging me about it. Then occasional words as the music began to pick up, like shush and please and drink. The sound of you giggling and Rex chuckling. 

Then he heard that nickname you had called Rex. Rexy. It rolled off your tongue with affection. The two of you were smiling at each other before Rex leaned down to whisper something in your ear. There was no way Hunter could catch what he said, but the way your body tensed and the colour on your face deepened lead him to only guess. 

Your chatter paused when the bartender put a glass of water in front of you and Rex made you take a big gulp of it. 

Hunter found himself back at the table, snapped out of his hyper-focus when Wreaker said something that made the whole table break out into laughter. 

He let the moment hang in the air for the sole purpose of letting Wreaker make everyone laugh. Then, after taking the last sip of his drink and putting the empty glass down, he turned to Jesse and Kix. 

“What’s the history between those two,” Hunter nodded towards you and Rex at the bar. The 501st soldiers looked over their shoulders to confirm that it was indeed their captain and Jedi that he meant. 

“Uhh, what do you mean?” Kix said with ignorance. 

“They seem a little close,” Hunter simply said.

Crosshair fiddled with the toothpick in his mouth, “You’re not wrong, Hunter,”

The whole table was now looking at you and Rex from across the club. They did not bother to be sneaky about it, they were simply staring and watching. The two of you were too busy talking again to notice your observers, and if either of you were to turn around they might have kept on staring.

“They defiantly have something going on,” Hunter commented.

“Are you sure about that?” Tech asked, in his forever permanent matter-of-fact tone, “I’m sure you know that the Jedi code strictly prohibits emotional attachments, which includes romantic connections. I’m sure they don’t,” He raised his glass to his lips. 

“I don’t know about that,” Hunter chuckled, “The testosterone radiating off of Rex would say otherwise,”

Tech sputtered as he choked on his drink.

“What? You can smell testosterone?” Crosshair said with an amused smirk.

“You know what I mean,” Hunter rolled his eyes, “just look at him!”

Kix hummed, “Now that you mention it, they are pretty close. Never noticed until now.”

“It seems obvious when you look closer,” Hunter mentioned. “Rex’s hand has never left her. And he’s always looking at that dress of hers,”

“I don’t really blame him,” Crosshair chuckled slyly.

“How long have they known each other?” Hunter asked.

“Since the beginning,” Kix answered.

“There,” Tech said, “if they have been fighting together since the beginning of the war then, of course, they would be close. And it doesn’t help that (Y/N) is tipsy.”

“Rex does look like he is looking at the most beautiful thing in the galaxy,” Wreaker laughed.

“Exactly,” Hunter smiled.

“It’s so obvious now...” Kix looked like he was having a crisis.

Jesse and Echo were silent since the beginning of the discussion. Until the two of them exchanged a glance. Jesse began to chuckle into his drink. Echo was holding back a smile, measurably failing and it coming out as a smirk. Jesse laughed a little louder. Echo hit him in the shoulder. 

“What are you two smiling about?” Tech asked.

They then burst into laughter, Jesse had to put down his drink before he choked on it. Their laughter was a bit contagious and a smile crept up onto Hunter’s face. 

“Spill it, both of you” Hunter ordered.

“You guys really never noticed?” Jesse asked with a cough.

“We’ve known forever. I‘ve known since before I ‘died’“ Echo used air quotes around his last word.

“We used to make bets. If they would sneak off in the same direction after a mission or not.” Jesse added.

“It’s not hard to realize,” Echo shrugged.

“I didn’t...” Kix was still trying to come to terms with not noticing the most obvious thing in the 501st.

“Kix, you idiot,” Jesse teased.

“So they are together? Did you see anything absolutely confirming it? Is it a romantic thing or are they just sleeping together?” Tech asked, wanting the facts.

“The way they look at each other, defiantly at least sleeping together,” Jesse laughed,

“It’s obviously more than that, too,” Echo added, “Always making sure they’re alright after missions, never leaving without them, having each other on speed dial on their comms,”

“They get along too well,” Jesse went on, “looking at each other too long. Drunk (Y/N) does this thing where she leans against him and refuses to leave his side. Rex lets it happen, it’s cute. Rex’s toughness breaks a little when she’s around.”

Hunter was smirking the entire time. The whole situation was so amusing to him for some reason. And when he spotted you and Rex returning to the table he said, “Alright, that's enough. Not a word. This conversation does not leave this table.” Everyone nodded in mutual agreement to keep you and the captain’s secret, for your safety because they cared. And the night went on like words about it had never been uttered at all.

[my-random-mdzs-thoughts]

I finally have a-….

Summary: Nothing changes....except for the girlfriend texting or calling her boyfriend to ask where he is and what he is doing. Why he never wants to do anything with her. From her perspective, Wei Wuxian is spending more time with Lan Wangji

words: 2455

Tags: fluff and crack, crack treat seriously, Wei Ying dates Lan Zhan instead of his girlfriend by accident, very little angst, fluff, modern au, wanxian end game, cuddling, animal crossing reverence’s

A/N: I wrote this instead of sleeping. So I apologize if my editing is weird or it is weird to read. Hope it is enjoyable regardless!

"Hey Lan Zhan! I finally have a girlfriend!"

Lan Wangji had believed that words could not be strong enough to hurt you. Wei Wuxian yet again proofs him how wrong he was with this believe. It has taken all of six words to completely shatter him.

"I wanted you to know first because you are my best friend."

Sweet, sweet, perfect Wei Wuxian didn't notice what he was and is still doing to Lan Wangji. He does have only himself to blame Lan Wangji supposes. He could have told Wei Wuxian how he felt, but he has been too late. Wei Wuxian has a girlfriend now....Lan Wangji just hoped he wouldn't have to third wheel around them. He doesn't think he would be able to survive it.

÷÷÷

He hadn't just worried about that but also that he wouldn't have as much time with Wei Wuxian. He would have not complained of course. That Wei Wuxian would want to spend time with his girlfriend, is only natural. At least from what he was come to learn from outside sources. Wei Wuxian proofs Lan Wangji time and time again that he should not go with the "normal" way of things when it comes to his best friend. The smaller male always finding a new way to surprise him.

Wei Wuxian, in fact, does not spend more time with his girlfriend. He spends just as much time with Lan Wangji, as he did before. If not more! Nothing changes....except for the girlfriend texting or calling her boyfriend to ask where he is and what he is doing. Why he never wants to do anything with her. From her perspective, Wei Wuxian is spending more time with Lan Wangji as they got together. Lan Wangji doesn't like it but he has to agree with her....not that he minds that his friend spends more time with him. He had asked his brother about his best friends behavior. Lan Xichen blinked for a while, before he smiled. Nie Minjue let out a groa from the kitchen but didn't add anything else. He knew the couple had a confusing way of getting together. Having danced around eachother until Nie Huaisang had enough and played matchmaker. Lan Wangji really hopes their reaction's don't mean what he thinks it means.

÷÷÷

One time when they are playing Animal Crossing together, at Lan Wangji's home. Playing together meaning that Wei Wuxian is playing and Lan Wangji is watching. They are at Lan Wangji's because Wei Wuxian has claimed that his tv is bigger. (Plus he likes visiting Lan Wangji's place.) Wei Wuxian doesn't really like Animal Crossing but he had forced Lan Wangji to watch the Nintendo direct with him. At seeing Lan Wangji's starry eyes, he bought the game. Making an special account just for him, so it is just Lan Wangji's Island. Only to realize that Lan Wangji is apparently incapable of playing a video game. So, after Wei Wuxian has calmed down from his laughing fit, he offered to play it for him. (of course Wei Wuxian went on a whole hunt to get Lan Wangji all the bunny villager's they could find. It had been a fun weekend. That ended with Wei Wuxian in tears from laughter.)

Lan Wangji is sitting normally on the couch with a cup of tea in his hands, on his lap, as he attentively reads what Blabbers has to say. Wei Wuxian is a heavy and comfortable weight against his side. Trusting Lan Wangji to hold him up, his feet proped up against the arm rest of the couch. Waiting until Lan Wangji has finished reading with a teasing yet soft smile on his face. Adoring how serious Lan Wangji is taking this cute little game. Leaning his head against Lan Wangji's shoulder and rubbing his cheek on the shoulder, not unlike a cat would. Closing his eyes and just enjoying the tranquil moment, only having to press "A" once in a while when his best friend (and pillow) hums for him to continue. Lan Wangji absorbing Bladders' knowledge about a fish Wei Wuxian has caught.

'KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK'

Wei Wuxian's own ringtone scares him nearly shitless. Almost falling of the couch, almost but is able to stay laying on the couch. Lan Wangji also jolts on the side. Why Wei Wuxian has a horror knocking sound as his ringtone, Lan Wangji will never know. That is not entirely true. He does know why. Because Wei Wuxian does not notice other ringtones when something has caught his interest. So a audible jumpscare is supposed to help and it does. It helps a little too well.

It of course his his girlfriend. The smaller male..does not look happy about it. Where you not supposed to be happy when your significant other is calling? Wei Wuxian excuses himself with a small "sorry", getting up and out of the living room. Lan Wangji cannot hear what he is discussing but as Wei Wuxian comes back, he apologizes that he has to go. Sounding as reluctant as Lan Wangji feels about him having to go. Both clearly want Wei Wuxian to stay.

Lan Wangji just wants to pull his best friend onto his lap and hold him close to his chest. To whisper into his ears sweet nothings, to persuade him to stay, not to leave. Promise cuddles if he stays. Lan Wangji is not stupid, he has noticed that Wei Wuxian is more touchy with him. Which is one of the things he was afraid of loosing and being surprised when it only got more frequent, after his best friend started dating.

÷÷÷

"C-can I come over?" sounds on the other side of his phone. Lan Wangji doesn't even pretend to think on it.

"Mn."

Wei Wuxian hangs up soon after and it doesn't take a lot of time for the smaller male to be in front of his door. The moment he opens the door his arms are filled with a whole load of best friend. He just holds the door open, not able to respond or hug back before Wei Wuxian pulls away. "Sorry for that. But your hugs always makes me feel better. Can I come in?" Lan Wangji steps aside, inviting Wei Wuxian inside. The action clearly communicating what he thinks; 'Wei Ying is always welcome in my home. Always.'

Just blushing faintly, Wei Wuxian enters. Sitting on the couch again, Lan Wangji is handing him his tea. Setting his own down on the coffee table. Once on the couch, Wei Wuxian is brought into a side hug. Having him lean into Lan Wangji's side. The taller male softly playing with his hair. "What happend?" is the only question he asks. Soft and silent, no pressure behind it, just an exhale of a question. Gently murmured into the smaller male's hair. If Wei Wuxian wants to talk he can, if not Lan Wangji won't push it. Just wanting his best friend (and crush) to feel comfortable.

After a breath of silence...

"We broke up...my girlfriend and me, I mean..my ex, I should probably say now huh.." Wei Wuxian sighs out.

Lan Wangji does most definitely not show his giddiness, it not being hard to hide either. He can't shake the feeling off that this relationship wasn't anything to begin with. Although they had been, and said they were, together, they never did anything close to what Nie Mingjue and his brother do. Even now, Wei Wuxian doesn't seem to mind it all that much. No crying, no asking what went wrong, no getting drunk (this one being a good thing in Lan Wangji's humble opinion) and more weird behavior he had seen his old classmates go through, after a break up. His best friend is doing none of these things, treating the whole relationship and break up almost an afterthought.

Still Wei Wuxian came to him and seems to be feeling not so great. Just curling up into Lan Wangji's side and letting the other hug him close.

"How do you feel now?"

He takes his hand out of the others hair, to instead rub Wei Wuxian's shoulder. Squeeze him closer a little and resting his head onto the others head. Showing his silent support. Wei Wuxian takes a deep breath. "I don't know? I don't really feel sad about it...shouldn't I feel bad that she broke up? Like, I don't feel anything. I even feel lighter about it! Better then I did before! As if this whole dating thing was one of those annoying tests in franch class! GOD do I hate franch! Why was madame Yu so determined to have me learn franch?! It doesn't make sense!"

Wei Wuxian started to move one of his hands around in frustration, holding the cup in the other, while getting distracted in his talking. "Mn." Lan Wangji takes the cup out of his friend's hand.

Siad friend heaves a sigh, shouders slumping and head falling onto Lan Wangji's shoulder. He puts the cup onto the coffee table, next to his own cup, so Wei Wuxian doesn't spill it. Not letting go of his shoulder and as his, now, free hand comes back, Wei Wuxian takes it into his own to idly play with it. Playing with the fingers, getting lost by his own action.

Lan Wangji not saying anything for a while, not really sure how to help his crush and best friend. The smaller just keeping himself busy with the bigger hand.

"Why did she break up?" Lan Wangji still decides to ask. Keeping his voice the same as with the first one he asked.

Another sigh is forced from his best friend. "She said that she does not believes that I loved her. Because I'm always with you." Wei Wuxian stares at the fingers, nails cut short and perfectly smooth. "She asked if I actually loved her...because-" he cuts himself of tracing the top part of the nails. Testing how well rounded down they were. Unlike Wei Wuxian's own, which are bitten down. From all the times he has bitten them while he was getting lost in thought about something.

"Because she thinks I love you more them her." Lan Wangji grows completely still. The hand that had been rubbing Wei Wuxian's shoulder stops, just like his breathing. Wei Wuxian doesn't look up at him but ,he too, stops to play with his other hand. Just holding it now. "After the break up, I started thinking and-and I think- I think she might be right.." now he strains his neck to look at Lan Wangji's face. Shifting a little to get a better view of his face and to try to get some form of eye contact.

It is now Lan Wangji's time to stare at their connected hands. It is not fear he is feeling, maybe nervousness? Could it be that Wei Wuxian is trying to confess to him? That he was feeling the same feelings back? Wei Wuxian continues; "I mean, look at us! We are cuddled up like we are already a couple! I always want to be around you! I got a game just for you and play it for you! I even make sure that I take care of it every day, so your villager's are always nice and happy! I want your cuddles and y-your attention so bad-" Lan Wangji's silence makes Wei Wuxian panic just a little. "....Lan Zhaaaan!! Say something!! Come on!" Wei Wuxian has started to wiggle out of the hug but Lan Wangji won't let him escape. Holding onto his shoulder and putting his head more onto the others head.

"Mn."

His responds is simple but somehow Wei Wuxian is able to hear how happy and / relieved/ he sounds. Nuzzling into the crown of his head. Showing his own way of giddy joy. "Lan Zhaaaaaan! Say something!" His wiggling becoming more insistent. He can feel Lan Wangji's lips forming into a small smile "mn, I love you as well." is all he says. Just as quite and calm as before. But now because of how relax he is to know his crush likes him back.

Lan Wangji is not someone who likes to be physical with people, not even his brother or uncle but Wei Wuxian is different. He takes his hand back, so he can fully hug the other. He loves when Wei Wuxian traps himself over him, demanding cuddles or using Lan Wangji's lap as a pillow for his beautiful head.

To the outside world they truly already looked like they are together. And now Lan Wangji feels they can actually make it true. Wei Wuxian starts to whine in his arms "Lan Zhan! You can't just say that! My poor heart can't take it!" Wei Wuxian is trying to hide his face in Lan Wangji's chest and all Lan Wangji wants to do is kiss the other. So he kisses Wei Wuxian's head. Making the other whine again in embarrassment. Yet, Wei Wuxian doesn't tell him off or moves away. So they stay like this. Just enjoying eachothers embrace. At least until Wei Wuxian shifts again and breaks the silence.

"So are we, like, together or are we just-"

"If Wei Ying wants to, then I would very much like to be a couple." The taller male responds softly, not wanting to disturb the fragile silence around them. "Ah, Lan Zhan! Of course I want to! Do you want to?"

"Mn" he nods into the smaller males head.

"Oh, okay...guess we are together now." Lan Wangji holds him just that bit closer giving another "mn" sound. "Wei Ying is my boyfriend." He says, sounding like he just got his happiness granted and, in a way, he has. Wei Wuxian cannot dwell on this fact, to embarrassment of his best friend and now boyfriend. Whining another "Lan Zhaaan".

Lan Wangji gives him another kiss to his crown as an apology. After this, they just continue to cuddle. Enjoying the presence of one another. Falling asleep on the couch together.

÷÷÷

This is how Lan Qiren finds them the next morning. Fast asleep on the couch with Wei Wuxian on top of Lan Wangji. Them having fallen over in their sleep. As much as Lan Qiren's heart softens at the cute new couple asleep like this, he still doesn't like the fact that Lan Wangji not only has slept on the couch but has also let Wei Wuxian in without his permission. So he wakes them both with a shout.

"Wangji!"

Wei Wuxian falls off the couch with a shout and both Lan's rush to help him.

This is going to be a long but beautiful morning.

[aliasimagines]

changed my mind // luke patterson

requested by a lovely anon

Could you do a present day... Luke x reader fic where he tries to convince the reader to go on a date with him? And while she’s taking about it to Julie she can add is something like “yeah it’s just one date with a ghost Jules... because that’s totally normal” or something like that and the guys also help too maybe?

word count: 1102

For the 13th time this week he asked again. He puffed next to you during the little break they had between rehearsals and asked again. You thought that if you kindly explained to him that you did not want to go out with him he might leave you alone. Oh, how wrong you were! No, the more you said no, the harder he tried, the more he came back. And quite honestly it was getting really annoying, If not upsetting.

“Are you incapable of understanding that I. Don’t. Want. To. Go. Out. With. You?” you broke out which caused the guitarist, and everyone else in the garage to gasp. You looked at the boy in front of you with wide eyes. You saw the pain, the hurt flash across his face. You immediately regret your words but it was too late.

“Luke, I’m-”

But he already puffed out.  You sigh and bury your face in your hands. Alex and Reggie look at you than at Julie and at each other before puffing out too. Julie puts down Luke’s notebook she was reading before the whole thing happened and walks over to you. You feel the couch shifting as she sits next to you. 

“Well..That was harsh.”

“I..I know. And i didn’t mean it, it’s just..” you exheal, searching for words. “I like him, you know. But this is just too much and too overwhelming.”

Julie nods, she gets it, the boys are still ghosts and that’s probably not gonna change. 

“I understand, I know it is just...weird, but if you like him, I think it is worth a try, no? Just one date.”

“Yeah, sure. ‘Cause one date with a ghost is totally normal, Jules.” you scoff. “I want to but I am too afraid, Julie. Luke is a ghost. Even if we start going out, even if this whole thing works out, I will eventually start getting old and he won’t. He will stay a 17 year old ghost forever.”

Julie looks up the ceiling. That is one of the things that are constantly bugging her in the back of her mind. The band is already playing sold out clubs, it is only a  matter of time they get to record an album and go on tours but...That won’t be easy with the boys being..well dead. People will eventually notice the boys not aging. Every time Julie thinks about it she becomes sad but that she always remembers that it is about the time they spend together. It is about making memories and creating music together.

“But at least you acted on your feelings. You can be with Luke, he is a ghost sure but that shouldn't stop you. If you don’t tell him you feel the same, if you don’t go out with him you will regret it for the rest of your life. It’s about living in the now, y/n, gosh I sound just like him, but really. “

You remain silent for a few seconds, savour her words, think about it, letting your mind play with the thought of Luke and you being together.

“You know-”you start but are quickly interrupted by Alex and Reggie puffing back inside the studio. 

“YYY/NN!! Please listen to us!!” trumbles Reggie forward. Alex steps forward the bassist and starts talking to you.

“Please Y/N, Luke is..We know he is an annoying little gremlin but he really likes you-” 

“Yeah and he is so hurt right now, like super bumped. He is sorry for repeating himself but Y/N, we know him. He is..He is really into you.”Reggie talks over Alex. You look at both of them, amused, not sure if they are done talking.

“Guys I-” you try but they are obviously not finished. Alex speaks again.

“I don’t think I ever saw Luke fall for someone this hard. He wrote love songs. HE! Like, that’s so not him but  he did it! Please y/n consider giving him a chance. He is a really great guy, and I’m not just saying it because we’re friends.”

“Where is he, now?”

You already decided to talk to him before the boys came in but they convinced you even more. The boys told you he was in the garden outside of the studio. You got up, straightened your shirt and took a deep breath before walking out. Your eyes almost immediately found the guitarist. He sat on the ground with his back against a tree. You couldn’t see his face but you heard a sniff. Your heart sank at the sight. 

Without thinking you reached out to put your hand on his shoulder. Luke jumps a little and goes to wipe his tears with his sleeves (! he has sleeves on his hoodie!). 

“Oh, hey..Sup?” He tries to hide the pain in his eyes and the shaking in his voice, with very little luck.

“Luke..I am so sorry. I shouldn’t have lashed out on you, I was an asshole. But--”

“You don’t need to say anything out of pity, y/n. Really, it’s fine. I got the message.” 

You sigh and sit down next to him and  you try to look in his eyes but he refuses to meet your gaze.

“I didn’t mean it..I should- I know this is not an excuse but, I was afraid to agree on a date. I kind of still am but..I like you, Luke. You are so great and I really want this” you gesture at him and at yourself “I just didn’t think it could work, because you're.. a-”

“A ghost. I get it. What made you change your mind?” he finally looks at you. 

“I had a chat with Julie. But the boys were really convincing too.” 

He laughs at that. 

“So..About that date.” you find yourself fidgeting with your friendship bracelet. Luke perks up at the word date and flashes his signature.

“Are asking me out, n/n?”

“Well, would you say yes after I was such an ass?” 

He hides a smile and leanies back, faking to be in thought.

“Hmm, let me think about it.” he jumps up “Okay, I did, I will go out with you but only if I get to choose the place. I have something sweet planned.”

“Uuu, you do?”

“Oh, yeah.” he reaches for your hand even though he knows you can't take it. You stare back at him, with your mouth hanging open. Is he planning to ditch rehearsal for you??

“Like..right now? What about practice?”

“That can wait, come on before I change my mind.”

[glenncoco4]

You Can Count On Me

A/N: Well, we’ve finally reached the big reveal. Ch. 13

"Aw, thanks, babe." She's having too much fun with this. Leaning down, she connects their lips one more time, twice for good measure.

Julia grabs her best friend's arm, a bright smile crossing her face. "Bertie, it's happening?!"

"Oh, I think it's already happened." She gives the pair a knowing glance, something telling her that this development isn't so new.

The agent pulls back from her fiancé’s lips, a thrill running through her body when she’s met with a smirk, yeah, they’re both enjoying this way too much. Soon the smirks turn into laughter, her forehead finding his chest as they enjoy this moment of stupefaction that their know it all mothers are consumed by. 

“Why are you laughing?” Roberta quizzically looks at the couple whose still laid out in the snow and back to her best friend whose dream filled gaze is no help to her at all. 

Standing up from her straddled position on her partner’s waist, Kensi steps back, reaching for his hand, becoming an anchor for him to get up out of the deep snow. “We know what you two have been doing for the past 20 years.”

Julia nervously bites her lip, her eyes now looking at anything but the accusatory eyes of her daughter and pseudo son. “Whatever do you mean?”

Shaking his head, the younger blonde wraps his arm around his best friend, pulling her into his side. “Fess up or we’re eloping.”

Julia shakes her head, doing a double take as Marty’s words wash over her. “You’re-“

A hopefulness fills the older blonde’s being as she looks to Julia, both trying to not get ahead of themselves. “Wait, what’s going on?”

Pulling off her glove, Kensi reveals her left hand, a certain finger not bare as it was the last time the older women saw it. “We’re engaged.”

“So soon?” Julia elbows her best friend, telling her to stop with the dumb questions. They don’t need to plant any questioning doubt in the kids’ heads and have to start this whole process over again. 

He places a kiss to the top of her head, the chill of the air around them is no match for the scent of lavender that envelopes his nostrils. “We’ve been best friends for over 20 years and dating for 3 months.”

Tilting her head back, the brunette’s mismatched orbs find those cerulean blues that she loves so much. All the emotions swirling in their eyes, conveying everything they feel and love for the other. “We don’t need anymore lost time.”

“I’ve got to tell your father!” The smile that’s plastered to the older brunette’s face is comparable to an excited golden retriever. 

“Oh, about that.” Marty stops his pseudo mother and now soon to be mother-in-law from taking off in a full on sprint to the cabin.

She turns back around, a look of confusion set in her features. Great, Bertie, you already made them change their minds. “What?”

The detective grimaces knowing his fiancée’s not gonna appreciate him keeping something from her. “He may already know.”

Kensi’s hand finds her fiancé’s bicep, swating his arm in surprise that he would keep something like this from her. She’s not really surprised though that her motormouth partner couldn’t keep their news from her dad. “Marty!”

“I didn’t tell him, he just figured it out.” He shrugs, trying to look as innocent as possible.

••••

They feel the two pair of eyes on them constantly. Really they should’ve expected this from the beginning, every once and awhile the pair will share a kiss just to see the two older women’s reactions. At first it was kinda hilarious because whenever Marty’s lips met Kensi’s one or both of their mothers would be right there, squealing in excitement. Now, it’s kinda getting annoying. Not the kissing each other part, no, that will definitely never get old, but their mothers watching their every move…yeah, that’s not fun. 

It’s pretty much expected as they step out of their room on Christmas morning that both Julia and Roberta are right there to greet them in excitement. The thing that catches them off guard though is when presents are being opened and the two have giddy smiles on their faces as they thrust a box towards the partners. 

“Open ours next!” Roberta states as her eyes widen in anticipation. 

“Who’s it for?” Marty asks, brow furrowed in question.

“Both of you!” Julia exclaims enthusiastically bouncing up and down where she sits on the couch, jostling her husband in the process. 

Kensi’s brow furrows as she shares a look with her fiancé. A little bit of dread filling her being, scared to what the box could possible contain. Her mind going into overdrive thinking about a photoshopped picture of what their future child will look like or something worse like a scrapbook of their entire future planned out. “Both?”

“Just open it.” Umberto finally makes himself known, thankful that after today he won’t have to hear about this secret gift for the rest of his life. 

Slowly they each take a side, freeing the lid from the box, revealing a patterned quilt of some sort. “A blanket?”

“It’s a baby making blanket.”

“I’m sorry, what?”

Unperturbed by her pseudo daughter’s look of confused shock, Roberta feels the need to further explain. “We read that if you were to create a quilt and shove it full of the couple’s baby clothes then it would bring you good luck when trying to conceive.”

“But you two didn’t even know we were together until a few days ago.” The detective states.

A knowing smile crosses Donald’s face. “Oh, we knew it was going to happen eventually.”

“How were you so sure?” The agent looks to her father but can feel the rest of the adults’ knowing eyes on her. 

“Lets see, there was Marty’s prom-“ The former marine states.

“And then Kensi’s.” Roberta’s fiancé finishes. 

Marty shakes his head in confusion at the swarthy man’s interjection. “Umberto, you weren’t even there.”

“Ah, but I saw the pictures, papi.” A grin curls at the corner off his lips as he leans back against the chair. 

Julia nods in agreement when she remembers a key piece of information that no one’s talked about since the day it happened. “Then there was the fact that Marty got drunk and cried in your father’s arms when you and Jack got engaged.”

The young blonde feels his body run cold. Not because of his supposed confession but the actions that might have followed. He’s not surprised that he showed up to talk to the man he’s always seen as a father, its just the not remembering part that has him confused. “I-I did?”

“Yeah, you were pretty wasted that night, son.” The marine interjects. 

“Huh, so that’s why I woke up in your old room that morning.”

“Yep. I was about to head to bed when I heard sobbing from the room. Opened the door and there you were…wearing one of her dresses, clutching a picture of you two and crying.” 

“Wait, what?!”

Donald bites back a laugh as the blush rises to Marty’s cheeks. “I’m just messing with you. No, you showed up at the front door and we talked, you told me that you always thought that you’d be the one proposing to her. I was trying to take you to your old room when you stumbled into Kensi’s and face-planted on the bed.”

“Oh, that reminds me!” Roberta exclaims. “One night when I was on Kensi duty after asshat left and she may have gotten into the wine…anyway, about 2 bottles later while we were watching Titanic for the 100th time, she said she felt like she was Rose and Marty was Jack, they were destined to be together but life had other plans.”

Kensi’s jaw drops in shock as she turns to her fiancé and then back to her soon to be mother-in-law. “I-I said that?”

“Yeah, and then you passed out, started doing that snort snore that always brings a smile to his face.”

Shaking her head in denial, she couldn’t’ve possible told anyone. “No, I-I never-“

“Believe me, I was just as shocked as you are now. I mean I had always hoped you two would quit beating around the damn bush.“

Marty’s eyes find his fiancée’s as they share a look of confusion and awe. His lips find hers as the new realizations wash over them. Everything makes sense now. Why after her engagement to Jack their parents started pushing them more, making these tiny decisions that would leave the pair alone…saying these little things that would stay in the back of their minds. “I love you.”

“I love you.” She places another kiss to his lips before he pulls them back against the couch, proudly throwing the blanket over their bodies. 

The former marine huffs a laugh, shaking his head. He honestly doesn’t know how these kids were so blind considering everything they’ve been through over the years. “You two really had no idea, did you.”

••••

It took a little over a week, but the childhood best friends are finally left alone on their own accord as their parents head out to the village for a New Year’s Eve party. To say he’s been dreaming about this for forever would be a bit of an understatement. There’s just something just so special about this place and what it means to them, frankly every time they make love is special, but this cabin during their favorite time of year…its the fantasy of all fantasies for him. 

Now here they are, sitting in front of the roaring fire with a pile of marshmallows, chocolate and graham crackers at their disposal. More so Kensi’s than his. He’s content just watching her, watching her devour her favorite camping treat as the snow falls outside and she sends him a chocolatey grin. He is one lucky bastard.  

His eyes follow her as she takes a final bite of her most recent s’more. There’s more chocolate on her fingers than there is on her lips, which makes it an easy decision for him as he grabs hold of her hand, his eyes fixated on her finger as he brings it towards his lips.

Her breath catches as he looks up from under his eyelashes and envelops her coated finger with his mouth. If she weren’t already sitting down, she’d be laid out on the floor as her legs turn to jelly. The moan that escapes her lips is one that often leaves her when her best friend’s involved. 

He can’t take it much longer before his lips are on hers, and he’s leaning forward, bringing them both to the ground as a moan escapes his lip. “Mmm. You have no idea how longs I’ve been waiting for this moment.”

“Sophomore year of high school.”

“Okay, so maybe you do know.” His lips continue their ministrations against the base of her neck, earning him a glorious moan. 

“Marty?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“Stop talking.”

He pulls back from his onslaught of kisses, his eyes finding hers. “If I had a dollar-“

Shaking her head, the brunette leans up and nips playfully at his bottom lip. “What did I just say?”

“Oooh, is Mistress Kensi getting angry? She gonna spank me?”

“Alright, maybe I’ll just go finish myself in a warm bath.” She goes to push him off of her but he begins to envelope her entire body with his. 

“No! No! No! Shutting up! Shutting up!”

“That’s what I thought.” Her fingers thread through his golden locks as their eyes darken with an intensity that neither of them has ever known. “Now make love to me dammit.”

A little while later as they lay sated, wrapped up in their baby making blanket in front of the fire, she hums in contentment. “I still can’t get over it.” 

“I know, I’m pretty fantastic.”

She playfully nips at his ear earning her a moan. “I’m talking about how everyone but us knew that we were crazy about each other.”

He turns his head, their lips but a breath apart. “Oh, we knew. It just took a little liquid courage for our subconscious minds to realize it. And then obviously running into each other after being apart without contact in months for the first time in our lives gave us the little push we needed. Not to mention our over baring mothers continuously planting these little seeds in our head probably helped too.”

“I’m glad we finally came to our senses.”

“I’d be offended if you weren’t.”

“I’d be offended if you didn’t go skinny dipping with me in the hot tub.” She places a quick kiss to his lips before hopping up and walking towards the back deck.

His eyes go wide in excitement as he follows her lead and chases after her. “Oooh, we can make our own bubbles.”

The agent abruptly stops at his words, spinning around with a look of disgust. “Ew.”

He winces, shaking his head. Way to ruing the moment, Marty. “Yeah, I heard it.”

[star-going-supernova]

I would certainly be interested in reading the unofficial version of Damsell in Distress if it's not a problem. - Elsie

Ask and ye shall receive! It starts immediately after Maddie tells Godzilla that her dad was kidnapped and includes the beginning of the original ending. It's also incomplete, as I stopped writing the murdery part maybe 2/3 of the way through.

Please be warned, what happens isn't nice. If KiaRL was too much for you, maybe skip this one. It's similar to what Godzilla did to those kidnappers, but it's from one of their POVs, so, like, there's a bit of detail in some places. I wouldn't say it's overly graphic, but... yeah. Exercise caution.

• • •

Kidnapping, when done right and with fellow professionals, was a lucrative business. Blake Curtis knew that well.

It was with well-earned confidence that he and the other seven members of their homegrown operation relaxed in the nice office space they’d rented out for this particular venture. The building was decently far from the mark’s—no pun intended—place of residence, but not so far from the location of the organization he belonged to.

You didn’t want the fingers to start rotting in the mail, after all. And sending them in anything other than a padded envelope was bound to be memorable to the wrong people.

Being forgettable was, in all ways, the name of their game.

Blake and every last one of his associates were plain. Not a one of them was particularly attractive, or had stand-out features, or had public interactions outside of the most basic, scripted conversations. And for that reason, no one every gave them a second look. No one ever remembered them more than a few minutes after an encounter—and they certainly wouldn’t have been able to describe them.

It was an art form, and a well-paying one, at that.

Completely unconscious in one of the other rooms in the office was their newest target, a man reportedly high in the rankings of Monarch. Mark Russell: divorced—the ex was dead—father of two children—one of whom was also dead—and living with his young daughter out in the middle of nowhere. Important enough to his peers to be worth a ransom, but not so important to have a bodyguard.

They couldn’t have asked for a better setup.

With the target secured and unable to cause any problems, it was just a matter of waiting. Four of his associates had broken out a pack of cards and were coming up with increasingly ridiculous ways to cheat at their game. Alice, his cousin, was reading Pride and Prejudice by the window, sipping at some fruity drink she’d made for herself.

Ryan was napping on the couch, his hat covering his face, and good ole Winnie, the leader of their group, was typing away at her laptop.

Blake sighed, content, and leaned back in his comfortable office chair. He took a drag of his cigarette and let his eyes drift half-closed. The toe of his shoe absently slid along the ground, lazily spinning him back and forth.

A faint tremble went through his chair.

Off to his side, Alice made a dreamy noise. A burst of laughter rose up from the card players.

Another tremble, slightly stronger than the first, had him peeking his eyes open. An earthquake, perhaps? They didn’t have any neighbors in the building—they’d made sure of that—but no one else seemed to be noticing the shudders passing through the structure.

They began to increase in intensity, and the time between them grew shorter.

Snorting awake when a mug rattled on the coffee table, Ryan pushed his hat up and raised his head. “What’s doin’ that?” he asked groggily.

Alice and Winnie looked over at him. Blake stood, keeping his stance wide as the tremors grew worse.

“I don’t think this is how earthquakes work,” Alice said, sliding a ribbon into her well-worn book.

The four playing cards, who Blake now saw were sharing a couple bottles of alcohol between them, set their game aside, still giggling.

“A train?” Blake suggested. “Helicopters?”

The windows rattled, and outside, someone screamed.

“Yeah, I don’t think so,” Omar said, stumbling up from his seat. He took a swig from one of the bottles. “I rem’ber this scene.” He stared into the narrow opening with one eye squinted shut.

“What are you doing?” Eli asked, less drunk-looking than the other three.

“Lookin’ for ripples. That’s how you know a t-rex is coming.”

“It won’t work if you’re holding the bottle, moron,” Dennis, which was wonderfully ironic, said. Blake didn’t pay them any attention, though, as he went over to one of the windows.

He could hear more people screaming, and despite a poor vantage point, he was just able to make out a number of people running frantically down the road. A car swerved wildly around the fleeing populace, crashing into a light pole. The driver climbed out, appearing to be muttering in a panic to himself, and took off at a sprint.

“Something’s happening out there,” he said to Alice as she joined him.

Sandy chuckled. “Maybe it’s a monster attack.” She stood and cracked her back.

An enormous crash jolted the building so badly, everyone standing found themselves grasping desperately for something to hold on to. Ryan tumbled off the couch with a yelp. Omar lost his footing entirely and fell with a strained chuckle. The glass bottle hit the edge of the table and shattered.

While Omar complained about getting bits of glass in his hands, Blake, closely followed by Alice and Winnie, ran to the roof access the office space came with.

“Maybe something crashed,” he huffed out. “A plane, or a huge pile-up—”

“If only we could be so lucky,” Winnie said, and then they were bursting out onto the roof.

He heard his cousin whisper a curse in another language, his own jaw going slack as his mind went blank with an instinctual fear.

Not a few blocks away, Godzilla stood between high-rises. He moved slowly, almost carefully—if you were willing to personify such a monster—but every few footfalls, he seemed to step particularly hard, shaking the earth.

The three of them remained frozen, watching with wide eyes, as Godzilla growled, periodically swinging his head around. Like he’s looking for something, Blake thought.

He—like most of the world—had seen footage from at least one of the past incidents involving the Titans. Godzilla in San Francisco had been all anyone could talk about for a few weeks, and the clip of him leaving the city always seemed to be playing on one news channel or another. A sensational tragedy.

It didn’t do the real thing justice. Such a massive creature—he hadn’t comprehended before now just how large Godzilla truly was. And it was different to see him with his own two eyes, where the possibility of an internet hoax couldn’t explain a thing.

“Whatever he’s doing here can’t be good,” Winnie finally said. “We should leave before any other Titans show up.”

She vanished back into the office, leaving Blake and his cousin to stare at the monster towering over them.

A disbelieving huff left Alice. “That’s not something you see everyday, huh?”

“Are we supposed to run away?” Blake asked. “Or is it like a tornado drill?”

“If Winnie says we’re leaving, then we’re leaving.” She paused as Godzilla leaned forward to sniff at a skyscraper. A few more steps, and he’d be walking entirely away from them. As it was, Blake figured someone with a better throwing arm could probably hit the Titan from where they were standing. Alice shook her head and turned toward the roof access. “C’mon, we gotta grab Russell. We’ll have to figure something else out if the drop-off gets changed.”

Since her back was facing Godzilla, Blake was the only one who say the way the monster’s head turned in their direction. His spines pulsed blue, sending a shock of fear down Blake’s own spine, and he took two thunderous steps closer to their high rise.

Blake stumbled back, suddenly unable to breath. His focus narrowed down to those inhuman, burning eyes, suddenly centered on him. His reaction must have caught Alice’s attention, because he distantly heard her scream out behind him.

For some reason, hearing her scream like that was what made Blake snap out of his daze, just in time to see Godzilla’s claw-tipped hand-paw thing closing in on their roof.

The building shook when he made contact, a web of cracks spiraling out from Godzilla’s palm. Blake lost his balance entirely, landing painfully on his tailbone. Even then, he couldn’t completely shake himself out of his stupor enough to stand, much less run.

After sniffing again, Godzilla started growling, low and dangerous. The sound of it nearly paralyzed Blake.

He managed to pull himself backward in an awkward crab-walk until his back hit the short raised ledge surrounding the roof. Through it all, he couldn’t look away from Godzilla’s eyes.

Could an animal really feel as much fury as Blake thought he could see in them?

A commotion below finally ripped away his attention. Ryan had emerged, stumbling for the soccer-mom-style van they had parked across the street. He was emitting a constant stream of panicked gibberish. Sandy was standing at the base of the building, hollering at him to hurry up and stop tripping over himself.

“Hey!”

Blake whipped around. Dennis was standing in the doorway with an impatient look on his face. “Didn’t you hear Winnie? We’re leaving!”

An odd buzzing interrupted his attempt to answer, and both men looked up in surprise. Godzilla, was above them, leaning on the roof. He had blue eyes now, Blake realized.

Dennis made a strangled sound. “What the hell—”

Godzilla’s mouth opened as the buzzing seemed to reach its peak, and a bright blue beam of light shot out from between his razor sharp teeth. Blake cried out and curled up into a ball. The heat from being so close to the beam was painfully intense.

Dennis was huddled in the stairwell when Blake managed to look over at him, ears ringing and spots popping in his vision. His jeans were darker on the insides of his thighs. Blake couldn’t even blame him.

As his hearing returned after a few seconds, he became aware of a terrible shrieking. Leaning up to look over the ledge at the ground, he stared uncomprehending for a moment before the reality of what he was seeing hit him. He turned and heaved, throwing up his lunch beside him.

He caught sight of Dennis rushing over, but he wasn’t able to warn him away fast enough, and after a moment, his colleague was vomiting over the edge of the roof.

The road below was nothing more than a scorched crater, their van reduced to a smoldering mound of metal. Ryan was completely gone, just vaporized in the heat of the laser-like beam Godzilla had shot.

But that wasn’t the worst of it.

Having been close to the beam himself, Blake’s skin felt tight, like after getting a bad sunburn. What little of his skin he could see was reddened, but not blistering.

Sandy, who’d been down there with Ryan, hadn’t been as lucky.

She must have just ventured away from the building when Godzilla fired, not close enough to share Ryan’s fate, but closer than Blake.

What he’d seen would haunt his nightmares for years to come, he suspected. The writhing mass of flesh, with bubbling sores, all melted in on herself, was unlike anything he’d ever seen. The roof was too high for him to have seen details, but he’d gotten the impression that Sandy’s face was nothing more than a smooth plane, her open mouth the only remaining orifice.

Dennis was babbling as he remained hunched against the ledge, but Blake couldn’t make himself understand any of the words.

Gagging over the sour taste lingering on his tongue, Blake shrunk back as he looked up at Godzilla, just in time to see the monster huff with his eyes half-lidded. It was an expression of satisfaction if he’d ever seen one.

“Wha’s goin’ on?” Blake heard Omar say.

Godzilla’s hand lifted from the roof, just as the man drunkenly stumbled through the door.

“Someone’s screamin’ down there,” he told them, rather pointlessly. “Winnie’s all worked up ’bout it.” He kept walking, apparently somehow missing the giant lizard monster looming right over them.

Blake saw it coming a moment too late. “Omar—!” he cried, reaching out as if he could shove the man to safety.

But he couldn’t, so he watched helplessly as Omar squinted in confusion as Godzilla’s hand slammed back down, squishing the man with disturbing ease.

He'd seen a snake, once, flattened on the roadside. Like a flat drawing. Omar was reduced to that, to a thin, bloody pile of viscera. His jeans were still visible, bunched up on themselves. Empty. Leaking.

Dennis groaned and threw up again, this time, on their side of the ledge. While he was distracted, Godzilla’s blood-dripping hand swept upward, on a collision course for the both of them. Blake yelled wordlessly and dove forward, ducking.

With a meaty thwack, Dennis was swatted up into the air. He shrieked as he fell, and the abrupt silence made Blake gasp out a terrified sob.

Why is this happening? he wondered hysterically, scrabbling at the rough concrete to try and put some distance between himself and the monster. But there was no safety to be found.

Godzilla once more returned his bloody hand to the rooftop, and Blake heard the way the building began to crumbled beneath the pressure. A large hole broke through the top floor’s ceiling with a grating crash, Godzilla’s hand mercilessly sinking into the building.

It was then that Blake heard the Alice’s screams.

(a few more deaths that I never wrote happen here. Blake is the only one left alive)

For a second, Blake thought he was about to witness Godzilla swallow a man down whole. That Mark Russell—who should be glad to still be unconscious—would disappear behind those teeth and never be seen again.

Instead, Godzilla made a rumbling noise so very different from his growls, and turned his back on the building. There was a mind-boggling gentleness in that blood-stained jaw, holding a human as if he were aware of how delicate the man’s body was.

It scared him, the possibility that Godzilla could be aware like that. Intelligent.

Blake slumped bonelessly against the rooftop beside the large hole and breathed a shaky sigh of relief. The blue sky was suddenly blocked by something gray, casting him in a shadow, and his last thought was of realization—that Godzilla’s tail was about two seconds away from demolishing the building and him with it.

He didn’t even have time to close his eyes.

• • •

Only a few hours after Maddie’s brief interaction with Godzilla, reports of the King entering a decently sized city reached Castle Bravo. He didn’t seem to be moving with aggression, or in response to a threat, so G-team was left largely on standby.

Everything changed quickly. There were suddenly alarms going off, people shouting, and panic spread like wildfire through the halls.

Maddie watched with a dull sense of bewilderment as Castle Bravo employees ran in and out of the control room, frantic and jittery. Having grown tired of sitting numbly on the floor, Maddie pushed to her feet and carefully wandered through the chaos.

Unwilling to interrupt anyone, she merely listened in, and through her unsubtle eavesdropping, learned Godzilla had apparently gone berserk on some humans in an office building. Just straight up murdered eight people.

No one seemed to know why—whether he’d been provoked somehow, or whether he’d simply gone into a city with the intent to kill.

Griffin suddenly appeared at Maddie’s shoulder, startling her. “C’mon, kid, we’re getting you out of here, all right?” She gently but firmly wrapped her fingers around Maddie’s upper arm and smoothly guided her out of the room.

“You’re not going after him?” she asked, hurrying to keep up.

“We will, but only after we get the handful of civilians back to the mainland.” She cast Maddie an apologetic glance. “Emergency protocols, kid. Ilene’ll join you soon to stay with you until we get things figured out.”

An Osprey being piloted by Griffin and another G-teamer took off a few minutes later, carrying seven civilians who had all been at Castle Bravo for different reasons. Maddie recognized two of them from the investigators for her dad’s kidnapping, and she tightly gripped the edge of her seat. If Godzilla’s totally uncharacteristic attack got her dad killed or something because Monarch had to set the case aside, she’d be having words with him.

Even with aircraft as fast as the Ospreys, the flight still took over an hour. Long enough for Maddie to slip in and out of a doze, never quite falling all the way asleep. It left her feeling even more tired by the time they landed.

They literally couldn’t have made the journey shorter, since the Osprey dropped them off within throwing distance of the ocean. A Monarch warehouse sat in a large industrial park, complete with an impressive pier jutting out into the water.

While the other civilians went inside, Maddie wandered out to the end of the enormous dock, where she sat down and dangled her feet off the side. It was high enough up that she couldn’t have touched the water even if she hung off the edge completely.

She lowered herself to her back and tried to keep her mind nice and empty. No thoughts were better than bad ones.

She wasn’t sure how long she stayed like that, though it couldn’t have been too long, when she heard the splashing of something moving through the water.

Maddie sat up, instantly surprised to see Godzilla approaching the pier, his head held oddly above the surface. She’d never seen him swim like that.

He rumbled at her as he got closer. Squinting, Maddie saw that he had something in his mouth, held careful between his teeth. She couldn’t tell what it was.

An animal of some sort, maybe? Regardless, she quickly stood and backed up, since Godzilla seemed to be aiming to deposit his cargo where she’d been sitting. He leaned up, the rumble only growing in strength, and carefully spit out the thing in his mouth. She had only a moment to appreciate how hilariously smug he looked with himself as he sank back to a comfortable depth, and then she was looking at the creature he’d presented her with.

She couldn’t have been more shocked if she’d been hit by a bolt of lightning. Maddie darted forward and collapsed painfully to her knees with a strangled little yelp.

“Dad!” she cried, frantically tugging and pushing at him. “Dad, please!

He was definitely breathing, which almost made her burst into tears on its own, but then his eyes sluggishly opened at her call, and Maddie gracelessly collapsed against him. Hugging someone who was half-unconscious and entirely restrained was awkward at best, but it was still one of the top five hugs she’d ever participated in in her life.

She heard him slur something back, quiet and raspy and still very out of it, but she was pretty sure it was her name.

“I should go get someone,” Maddie realized. It felt like she’d been dropped into a world that moved twice as fast as she did, or like she’d been trapped in slow motion since her dad had been kidnapped.

Luckily—because she wasn’t sure she could have pried herself away from her dad—someone seemed to have taken notice of Godzilla’s appearance, and a crew of people were already running out to them.

Before they could reach her, Maddie turned to Godzilla with a lump in her throat. “Thank you,” she said, trying to inject every ounce of her sincerity, and then some, into those two, utterly inadequate words.

[anonil88]

A Green Night on the Town.

Is this a modern au? No. Ruby and Christina end up meeting the neighbors as William and Hillary. But Ruby wants to go to the bar and live a little, 👀.

Ruby Baptiste X Christina Braithwhite

Inspired by comments and posts by @dreaduquesne and @taylor144. I did do some research for this, the one song is from the 1960s but we are gonna pretend it's not. If you are going to be negative just for negativity sake please don’t. Wanted to post this before tonight’s episode where this ship may go down in flames. One more ep left after tonight *insert sad emojis*

Songs in order of appearance in story: Put on my Shoes by Mary Anne Fisher, I don't know by Ruth Brown, One Man's Poison by Liz Lands, It's Your Voodoo Working by Charles Sheffield.

MATURE RATING

LINK TO STORY ON ARCHIVE OF OUR OWN 

Ruby sat in the Bentley checking her image in the side mirror. The red lipstick she reapplied was new and came in a gold bullet with roses carved into it. It was the shade Ruby and she got it on one of her shopping adventures. As Hillary of course. The matte color clashed with Hillary's choice of clothing but perfectly matched her pink dress with red and blue flowers stitched onto it. She wasn't only checking her face but looking out for unfriendly neighbors.

In the weeks she's been with Christina in the house, the looks she's gotten are usually not friendly. Kids and parents alike staring her up and down like she is trash. In her most unholy form of self they smiled "Fake ass white folks ," she thinks. They were lucky most white people did not want trouble knowing William lived with her openly. As openly as they could be, the city of Chicago has always cared less about couples like them but the people sure do care enough. Ruby glances at the door that sits far behind iron gates. 

After her day out, William introduced her to some of the neighbors on another street who had kids. Kids who looked innocent playing in the streets. A group of men talking on the street flagged the Pontiac down making Ruby tense but William's hand rested atop hers in the middle of the seat.  They spoke across her wondering where they could get themselves a car and a woman that. William chuckled and made small talk which Ruby side eyed her partner for. 

That led to them both getting out of the car introducing themselves to these men and their wives as Hillary and William Davenport. An invitation for dinner came from one wife who kept commenting on the bump in Hillary's hair too nicely. Ruby heard a little bit of Christina's snark in Williams no and tampened that response with, "Sorry we have plans tonight." Which thankfully was accepted and before then they had no plans but now Ruby wanted to spend the night dancing to music, maybe singing just a little. As herself, after an exhausting day of keeping up with the Joneses or Smiths or whatever white slave master name they probably shared with a poorer distant cousin on the Southside. Damn she kinda missed the Southside. Christina had been before but not like this.

She sees a teenage boy dragging a trash can down the driveway next door but listens to the sound of feet making their way down the walkway. Slowly she puts the lipstick in her purse that will get left in the back seat because tonight she wants nothing to hold her back. Ruby watches Christina open and lock the gate with her back turned. Hair perfectly swooped to the side even in moonlight.

The tall blonde was in a green dress fitted at the waist that was far too fancy for whatever jazz joint they were bound to end up in. It looked new but Ruby swore Christina had too big of a closet, almost big enough for two people. William had a vest in a similar color, he wore a few days ago...well she wore Ruby guesses. Christina looks nice as she saunters towards the silver drivers side and Ruby bit the inside of her lip. There was something about the way the woman was so sure and confident in her walk, how she sat, or how she inserted the silver key into the ignition. Even when she was out dressing her for a simple night on the town. Those long hands just so handling the key before slipping...

Ruby swallows her jealous admiration and rolls her eyes, "Seriously?"

"What, is this too much ?" Christina asks, smoothing her fingertips over the leather of the steering wheel. She leans over Ruby likely too close and slips a vial of William's blood in the glove box. Giving Ruby an amused stare that makes Ruby roll her eyes even harder. Christina thinks of this as a game, one they both play. There are days she has already taken her potion and is dressed in slacks eating breakfast. Ruby will saunter into the kitchen dressed in a number that makes Christina wonder if keeping Ruby hostage would be so bad. Probably, if Leticia found out there would be a makeshift army outside her front door.

"Ha," Ruby laughs out loud and Christina smiles, "You fucking think, it's a jazz joint not the Ritz. Who in the Sam Hill are you trying to impress tonight?"

Christina lowers her eyes to Ruby's lips. She thinks of just exactly who she was continually trying to impress as covertly as possible. Ruby looks away and back realizing Christina is still staring at her like....that. She does it in William's skin too, those eyes sizing her up. Two piercing blue eyes always staring at her so deeply Ruby thinks she could burst into flames. No matter the face she does find it hard to look away. 

"Don't look at me like that. I warned you about that, now drive." Ruby says crossing her arms in her lap listening to the engine come alive. Christina grins to herself but keeps her words to herself as she shifts the car into drive.

The night leads them to Vesey's where Ruby is plenty filled with free drinks. She already sang at the last spot with a band but her presence rouses the crowd that is already not slow at all tonight. The bar is more packed than normal and Ruby forgets to ask why. She did hear Sammy whisper across the bar to a man next to her something about a discreet open door to friends of Dorothy for once. As soon as her and her unlikely plus one arrived, Christina said she'd be fine on her own. 

Ruby took that for truth but tried to read her half truth anyway. Christina held her own well but not like this...this would be a first. That was something Christina would say often "a first" with practically anything it made Ruby wonder if her secret-sometimes lover had any childhood or life at all before her sister came barreling into that mansion.

The whiskey is neat on her tongue as she tosses it back quickly before blearily grinning at Sammy. Tonight felt good and light and fun. No white eyes staring at her making her feel undone in front of them. Ruby in her skin surrounded by her kin and music that was sewn into her spirit. No matter how sad the lyrics could get the beat was full of life.

"And we have our resident songstress in the crowd tonight," someone on the small stage called out. Whistles came from the bar and the crowd mid dance at the stage. Andre, the young barkeep, winking at her taking her lipstick stained glass back behind the bar.

"I guess that's my cue Dre," Ruby raised her brows at him. He nods back, touching her hand sitting on the bar lightly. He sure was cute, she thought before slowly getting up from the stool. She makes her way past the packed house and in front of the band playing. Shouts and hollers come from the crowd as she holds out her hands. 

"Ladies and Gentlemen, the Ruby Baptiste." The man pushes the mic in her hand and whispers good luck to her. She isn't a stranger to singing while drunk or singing well while drunk. Not even with a big audience but there is a feeling of nerves in her fingers as she grips the mic and slips it back in the stand.

"Hello Southside," Ruby says into the mic. Whistles get louder and someone bangs on the bar. This crowd definitely had some new faces in it but they were smiling or leaning against someone else like lustful animals. "Alrighty i guess y'all are entitled to a few songs."

Someone yells from a booth, "Yea, where you been Ruby left us on the south side for the north side."

Ruby laughs into the mic, " Y'all think I would leave this behind never!" She looks at the guitarist, "maybe you." Folks gossiping was always a trend her name sour on so many people's mouths.

Everyone laughs in response and she laughs quietly to herself. She whispers to the band "Put on my shoes".

Ruby sways with the band as they start before leaning into the mic.

"Should I feel a little hot, you almost drive me insane, All your good intentions. Seem to wash right down the drain, put yourself in my place. You'll see what I mean and you'll know how I feel. And you'll feel, you'll feel a pain in your heart."

Ruby scans the crowd with her eyes, landing on random spots of the crowd that look more enthused then others. Her voice still gravels out...

"Baby I've been let down more times than I can remember how you cheated on poor lil me from January to December. Put yourself in my place. You'll see what I mean and you'll know how I feel."

Her hand cradles the mic as she throws her words into it. She knows that pain even if it is not her current romance. Her heart had been split open once or twice before. Maybe that's why she held her heart back in  this thing with William, Christina, or as Montrose called them Chrilliam.

"And you'll feel you'll feel a pain in your heart. I've always been faithful and I've always been true but there's gotta be the death gotta be a change in you."

Fuck him, she thought throwing her anguish in het voice before leaning back up to scan the crowd.

"Put on my shoes for a day.

Put on my shoes for a week.

Put on my shoes for a month or two, know what I've been through."

If only she could make a spell or potion, so that Christina could understand. Understand why she gets so angry and frustrated with the woman in and outside of her own blackness. She finally finds the blonde blending in surprisingly well. Christina has a drink in hand leaning against the wall, watching her. Blue eyes sweeping across the stage as Ruby moves about the space. Instead of looking away Ruby croons out....

"Go on and have fun after all is said and done."

Someone bemoans out yes sing Ruby sing. Ruby watches Christina stare at her not breaking the tension between the two of them. If this was an empty house it would be much more obvious that Ruby had been stuck. Stuck on the way Christina clutched the glass in her hand to her lips. The way her eyes didn't waver or move from Ruby eyeing her up and down.

"Put on my shoes you'll get the blues the blues the blues if you put on my shoes."

The song starts to end and Ruby finally looks away. Her heart is beating so loudly it could probably take over for Gordy the drummer if they need be. If only Christina could know authentically how it felt to be in skin like hers. Not some misplaced gesture that could have gotten her dumb ass killed...if only. 

Christina half listens to the short woman sharing the table with her. She did not care at all what the woman was saying but she fully understood she had no power in this establishment. Magically yes, but physically she was the outsider here. If someone wanted to sit at the same table in this bar they could. This bar was thick with smoke, heat, and loud. Christina observed it all, everyone seemed at home in this small establishment. A home full of strangers that couldn't cross into Lincoln Park with that same joy and comfort. She didn't understand that feeling but she also never really had a "home" to connect to. A comfort as distant as her ability to empathize with these people.

A taller full figured woman stands next to the shorter darker one before sitting down eyeing Christina up and down. Which Christina doesn't change her one note expression for. The shorter woman is still yapping on about something and Christina flits her eyes between the two. At some point the taller one leans in and introduces herself as Celia. Christina leans in a bit to hear her and nods. Celia has a cool confidence she immediately picks up on instead of the jittery energy in between them.

"Isn't this wild Cil I've never seen a white woman walk in this place alone," the short one finally says in between winds of her story.

Celia smiles at Christina and says lowly, "Alone is right." Christina sees something in the taller woman's eye and grits her teeth a bit. She isn't alone, not really, with Ruby in the same building. But neither of them is kept and Ruby doesn't often kiss her without the pieces of William stuck to her skin. 

"What's he coming over here all fancy like for, she's just white. Not royalty." a man in the booth next to the table huffs out loud enough for Christina to hear. One purpose most likely she knows.

Christina turns and sees the owner of the bar walking over to the table with a tray holding a wine glass filled with red. A few bystanders jump out of his way or side eye him. This didn't seem like the place where people went to for a glass of wine. Sammy was his name, she remembers that from her own bits of research on her extended family. She has also heard whispers that he was or is linked to her cousin's father, in that way. He stops in front of her and places the glass on the table. 

"On the house Braithwhite." Sammy purses his lips a little at her and she crosses her eyes at him. "A request from..." the stage he mouths. She softens her look when he walks away and pulls the glass to her. Sipping it she almost laughs, it's an awful merlot that tastes like pennies. The copper taste sits on her tongue and her eyes go wide. Slipping her hand into the pockets on her dress she feels for the glass vial that should be there. After a moment of panic she feels the cold glass pulling it out a bit to ensure it's still full. It is. She sighs relief into the glass and sips it again.

The music from the band is still blaring as the crowd in front of the seating area sways and moves back and forth. No singing comes through the air and Christina leans her neck slightly to find Ruby on the stage or in the crowd. It takes a bit before a wheezy laugh proceeds and sees a man on stage with Ruby. He is swaying behind her as she holds the mic singing into the mic, 

"Could a heart so right be led so wrong if his love is weak would it last this long. I don't know but I hope and pray that he comes my way oh oh." 

Christina grips at her own thigh with the hand still sitting in her pocket.

The horn player toots out loudly and Ruby turns around lightly pushing away the tall built man behind her. It was all in good fun as the band kept playing and he sidled back up to her slipping his hands back to her waist teasingly. She hears the band transition into another song while she dances on stage. Left, right, left, right. She feels her hips sway away from the fingers resting above her dress. She recognizes this song and shakes her shoulders along to the music that's all around her. Looking back at the crowd she can see the stares that she is receiving from the men in the crowd. It is all temptation and fire from many directions but Ruby shrugs to herself. She did not come for a man, she had one of those already, which was obvious others heard about. Her core tightens thinking of that man, so adept with the way he took care of her. Where is he? She wonders looking back to the table she sent that bottom shelf wine to earlier. She sees Christina but Christina is holding a conversation with a glass half full. A conversation that Ruby blinks at, a woman, a very pretty light skinned girl is undressing Christina with her eyes. Ruby knows she can't hide the look on her face and bites her tongue. It earns her an, “Ooo gurl what's on your mind,” from the guitarist who she sees her face flare with jealousy. He’s following her gaze to the table and whistles loudly. He never thought Ruby went that way, but he didn’t know a lot about Ruby outside of rumors.

Braithwhite never looked out of place even in a place like this. She just fit in well without trying like a chameleon making herself comfortable in someone else's home. If Ruby did not know some of Christina’s truths this would concern her, but not so much now. At least even at her most sordid she was honest. The green of the dress did stand out but it felt see through to Ruby. She was pretty sure the woman on the other end could only wish for the type of knowledge she had. The alcohol and revitalized confidence in her gives her half the mind to throw her shoe from the stage. Maybe knocking Christina's eyes, that were probably not bulging as much as Ruby's liquored brain saw, back into her head. Ruby thinks better than that and sits the mic back in the stand and clears her throat into the mic.

Eyes including those blue ones find their way back to the stage. Ruby glares a bit in Christina's direction then directs her words back to the crowd. "Aight y'all this is my last song for tonight, it's something me and the boys have been cooking up."

Ruby hears the band whistle and mumble about someone having her in a mood tonight. The four count from the symbol goes off and Ruby clenches the mic letting her voice seep out,

"One man's poison is another man's meat, what's good for Johnny will kill poor Pete."

People in the cloud clap at the new sound. Folks lean up off the wall to move towards the dance area or to move with the crooning in their spot. Ruby smiles with her words as they continue. 

"I'm good at loving so make no mistake I was his gravy but I'm your steak. Kiss me baby hold me tight everything's gonna be alright."

Ruby sways her hips back and forth a bit. Christina feels her eyes getting heavy dragging up and down Ruby's frame. She catches Ruby glancing her way and licks her lips quickly before the woman turns away from her. 

"One man's evil is another man's pure, kiss me baby I want your sweet loving tonight." 

Ruby extends her leg on stage twisting it with the music as she dances with the fill of the band. Moving back to the mic she slides her hands around the tall skinny pole.

Christina empties the contents of her glass not moving her vision from Ruby. She's leaning out of her chair slightly, but tries to pull herself together. If the times allowed her to, she'd have Ruby right there on the stage and she guesses if the crowd wasn’t soaking in the way Ruby reeled them in. Ruby was full of magic and had an effect on people that Christina was sensitive to. Even the first time she heard her sing.

Ruby grins as the band keeps playing and nods to them. Which they respond with air kisses. The crowd jeers as Ruby makes her way off the stage. A man's arm outstretched guides her off the stage even though she didn't need any help. Ruby can feel fire on her skin likely from Christina at the attention from a few gentlemen as Ruby passes them on her way to the bar for a glass of water. When she makes her way towards the seating area she teasingly saunters past the table she knows the blonde is sitting at. Ruby feels the eyes outlining her from behind and hears someone excuse themselves from a table behind her. She keeps walking to the bathroom she knew was at the end of the hall. 

The sound of heels matching her stride as she opens and lets herself in the single person toilet.

Ruby swallows her moans while slowly tugging the long blonde hairs in between her fingers. Light tugs feeling soft rouged cheeks against her inner thighs. Lips kissing up against her thigh garters and stockings. Ruby exhales pulling Christina's head back up to hers.

"Is that what you wanted, sitting there pissed off because someone had your new toy."

Christina exhales feeling Ruby's nails scratch her scalp ever so. Her face is flushed, she can feel it, but she shakes out no lightly. "You aren't a toy," Christina pushes Ruby's hand away from her and leans over her. Less than inches away, "I guess I'm just a little jealous and it seems you are too." 

Ruby scoffs but doesn't deny it, instead she drinks in the way Christina looks at her. With a vigor and a hunger that makes her thighs clench against the hand there. Fingers that sting in her memories from the car stroke up and down and Ruby does something she rarely does. She leans in and pulls Christina's lips to hers.

Christina revels in the slow tongue inching along hers. Ruby's hand on the back of her head, pulls her closer, and she slaps a hand against the tile wall surrounding the mirror. She likes this Ruby whoever this Ruby is. Unattached. Christina whimpers, feeling her head shoulders pushed downward. This Ruby who kisses her even without her being William. She also feels good in Ruby who is bound and only kisses William.

"You said you'd kiss whatever I wanted Braithwhite," Ruby gathers the blonde’s hair in her hands. Sinking her red fingernails into the blonde scalp, she opens her legs wider putting more weight on the metal sink. Ruby feels her breath hitch watching Christina sink to her knees while biting her lip at Ruby's words. Christina is undoing the snap of her garter while pushing Ruby's dress further up her thighs. It's almost around her waist, but this was not the place to just strip of it completely. Ruby leans her head back in relief feeling Christina inch the lacey cotton fabric around her hips down until they are off completely. She hopes Christina tucks them in her pocket at least.

Christina sighs pushing the lacey fabric into the same pocket holding William. She lightly bites into Ruby's thigh before moving to taste her fully. There is a low shudder and the grip on her hair tightens as she dips her head forward closing her eyes to fully immerse herself in Ruby. Ruby feels the hot coils in her stomach snapping and crackling. Her free hand moves from clenching her mouth to gripping the sink. She doesn't want to ruin Christina's dress but the heel of her shoe is pressing into the blondes back. A gasp like moan escapes her mouth as a shiver runs across her collar bone.

"Oh shit," the door next to them squeaks open and shut quickly, making both Ruby and  Christina open their eyes. Christina turns her head upward to stare at Ruby. She can't say she feels any shame in her current position, but Ruby might. Ruby can only see the blue eyes peeking at her with concern and heat from the bottom of her dress. But, she feels like wetness on Christina's chin on her warm thighs. Ruby leans over to the lock on the door and twists it shut before leaning her head back on the wall. She regrips Christina's hair, "Kiss what I want."

Ruby moans out loud while music and a jazzy tune slips under the door.

“Your love is voodoo and I just can’t last. It's your voodoo working, voodoo working, voodoo working and I can't get a lick…..”

[kaleidescope-writes]

Heart of Audrilluria- Chapter XVI; King

Modern Fairytale AU

Prince King!Tom Hiddleston x Thief! Reader

Warnings: Angst, King POV, suspense

“So I believe that in the future, the alliance between our countries will continue to grow and both our people will prosper now that you are king,” the older earl concluded. Thomas was dragged into a conversation that droned on for the past ten minutes. A conversation that was in no means urgent and could have waited for after he spent his precious time convincing the love of his life that they should pursue a relationship. It was painful. “You make an excellent point sir,” Thomas said politely, desperately hoping to end the conversation there and then. He needed to get back to her. He needed to be with her. “Thank you, your highness,” the earl smiled proudly, “I see your eyes wandering. I’ll let you enjoy your party. After all, it is your night.” Thomas thanked him quickly before making his way through the crowd, eyes always searching her. 

He walked around aimlessly, looking for Y/N’s face in the sea of guests in the ballroom. Every Time he made eye contact with someone, he was disappointed that the eyes he met weren’t hers. He continues to search for her, growing more frustrated as the time passes by. Growing more frustrated each time he looks around the room unsuccessful. Thomas stopped for a moment, standing near the bar. He began to look around the room from a still position. After a moment, he realized he wouldn’t find her standing still. He resumed his pace around the room, considering going up to the balcony in case she was still waiting for him up there. 

It’s been about twenty minutes, he thought, surely she must be down here by now. Maybe she was talking to Amelie. Maybe she was outside because she felt that it was too stuffy in doors. Wherever she was, he needed to find her. Wherever she was, she needed to know he lov--

Thomas’s thoughts were interrupted by a tap on his shoulder. He turned to see Augustus and Charles giving him proud smiles. Strange proud smiles. “Your majesty,” Charles bowed playfully, Augustus following his lead. Thomas gave them a heavy sigh, turning back to continue his search for Y/N. “Not now, I’m a bit occupied at the moment,” he replied bitterly. Charles and Augustus looked at each other in confusion. “But you called for us,” Augustus almost asked. Thomas perked up at his words, turning to his friend in confusion. He never called for them. He never even thought about having someone find them for him. 

“I did not,” he muttered in confusion. The men exchanged confused looks as they tried to figure out what happened to cause this. “You asked the footman to fetch us because you wanted to talk,” Charles said, trying to understand what exactly was going on. “I haven’t spoken to anyone but one of the earls,” Thomas explained, still not understanding why they thought he asked someone to call for them. “There has to be some mistake then,” Augustus reasoned. “Who told the two of you I was looking for you?” Thomas asked, wanting to get to the bottom of whatever was going on. First Y/N disappears, now this? “It was a footman,” Augustus spoke, looking around to find and point to the footman that led him in Thomas’s direction. He was unable to find said footman and his confusion grew. 

“Well, whatever is going on, help me find her,” Thomas dismissed. He began to walk around again, this time with Charles and Augustus following close behind. “I thought that you would have convinced her by now,” Charles questioned, struggling to keep up with Thomas’s pace. “I was going to, but right as I was leani-- I was interrupted,” Thomas explained, eyes searching the room to see that emerald dress and loose curls. There weren't too many people in the room, and rarely anyone wore green. This shouldn’t be as hard as it was. Unless she wasn’t in the ballroom. 

Thomas stopped suddenly, turning to face both men following him. “Where were the two of you when the footman approached you?” he asked in an urgent tone. “We were near the door facing the driveway,” Augustus explained, “But why does that matt--” “Was there anyone else there?” Thomas interrupted. “No,” Charles confirmed. Thomas looked away for a moment, thinking of all the places he didn’t look. 

Upstairs. Thomas rushed out of the ballroom at an even faster pace, with Charles and Augustus barely able to keep up with him. Reaching the stairs he brought Y/N to earlier in the evening. He began the climb up to the second floor, Charles and Augustus still following close behind the hurried man. Once he’d reached the top of the stairs, he made his way down the hall to the office where he thought she would be waiting. 

Thomas stopped his fast paced trudge when his eyes caught a group of security guards and footman surrounding the door of the guarded room. Bewildered by this strange occurrence, he approached them cautiously. “What happened?” he questioned, looking to one of the security guards. “The guards assigned to the room abandoned their post,” the guard explained to him. Thomas gave him a look of horror. “Do we know who it was?” Charles asked, having listened to what the guard told his cousin. “We are not sure, but the replica is missing. We’re in the process of locking down the castle,” he declared. Thomas began to walk to the door of the room, reaching to turn the doorknob and walk in. He began to examine the room, noticing nothing other than the replica’s absence. He walked deeper into the room, still examining everything he could to see if anything led him to a suspect. Charles entered the room after Thomas, walking past him to the furthest side of the room. Thomas was in a partial shock. He’d originally came up here to look for Y/N, but what he found was something he’d hoped would never happen. 

“Thomas,”Charles began, catching his attention and causing him to turn to where Charles stood in front of the desk. “They left a note. And something else.” Thomas hurried over to where his cousin stood. Looking at the note scribbled onto a small piece of paper that looked to be tor from a bigger page. He picked it up to open it, causing the item rolled inside the note to slip out. 

It was the sapphire heart copy from the replica. He took it in his left hand while still holding on to the paper in his right. Thomas unfolded the paper and read the message inside. Suddenly, he dropped both items, losing his balance and having to lean on the desk for support. No, it couldn’t. SHE couldn’t. He looked back down at the note, reading it over and over in his head. No matter how much he wanted to be delusional, no matter how much he wanted this to not be real, he couldn’t change the words written on the small slip of paper. 

“Real or fake, this shouldn’t belong to me.” 

Thomas felt like he couldn’t breathe. All that time, trying to convince her they were good together. All that time promising he would be there for her. All that time, and this is why she was here. This is why she stayed with him. Not because of anything she felt. But because she wanted to steal from him. His heart stopped beating for a moment. The entire time he knew her, she was only here for the necklace. 

“Thomas!” Charles called to him, “What is it? What does it say?” Thomas didn’t look up at him, he didn’t speak, and he didn’t look away from the note. Taking in a few breaths, he slammed his hand onto the note and harshly slid it in his cousin’s direction. He couldn’t be in that room. His emotions were starting to betray him. 

Suddenly, he stood up from his position and stormed out of the room towards the balcony. He didn't stop when the guards called to him. He didn’t stop when Augustus asked what was wrong. He just kept walking towards the one place he needed to be. Once he reached the door to the office, he swung it open powerfully. He stormed inside and made his way to the door leading to the balcony. He opened those doors in a similar manner, walking inside and looking down at the railing. Thomas let the majority of his weight fall unto his elbows as they settled on the concrete. 

This couldn’t be happening. This was a misunderstanding. He would see her later tonight and she would have no idea of what was happening. She was completely innocent, she had to be. As much as Thomas tried to convince himself that this was some funny coincidence, a part of him deep down felt like he’d already known the truth. She’s a thief, a part of him thought, she just used you to get what she wanted.

She never felt the same for you.

Thomas let tears fall freely down his face. How could this happen? Why would she do this? The only woman he ever truly loved and she betrays him like this. Why? Was he not enough? Did she not feel anything for him? Was she ever interested in him? 

Thomas shook his head, allowing more tears to fall from his face. She used him. And he let her. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to confront her. A part of him wants to know the truth from her side. But another part wants to never see her again. Even if it hurts him more than this. 

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A/N:........ I’m so sorry!! I promise it will get better soon, you just have to wait a few more chapters. Anyway, I love you guys so much!! Thanks for all the support!! What did you guys think? Feel free to send me feedback as it is both welcomed and encouraged. I love you all, stay safe out there, and I’ll see you tomorrow for Chapter 17!!!

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[starvine]

i love him so much. he’s so cutie. he’s so goofy. he’s all i want. my beloved. he’s my one and only stinka butt fr <3 this was delish thank u

eye is twitching at size difference!neteyam whether it be w a human or na'vi. eye twitching n toes curling ESPECIALLY at nervous neteyam whose tail and ears are twitching bc his ass is hot and bothered n trying to hide it bc??????? example setter big responsible brother neteyam can NOT show anybody he's weak as hell when it comes to his (future?) mate. istg like let's just say the village is throwing a feast or whatever and the women are dancing w the men/their mates and he's just mesmerized by her n when she approaches him takes his hand and leads him to the dance BOY IS JUST WEAK IN THE KNEESSSSS ready to start whining n twirling his hair like i KNOW this would happen he told me himself

MMFFFFF!!!! oh my god. fuck you.

+ human! reader, suggestive

+ note :: me when i am physically INCAPABLE of elaborating on a thirst, so i turn it into a full fledged drabble LOL! also fuck that damn oxygen mask…it be fucking up the vibes so it doesn’t exist in this 😍

he’s like seated by the fire right. just sulking, brooding—you know, as per usual. the feast had commenced some time ago, and now the clan was scattered in clusters, just laughing, conversing, drinking (whatever the na’vi equivalent to earth alcohol was)—and then, you come in. 

well, you don’t just come in—you’re dancing, and it’s not just you. there’s a line of na’vi women parading through the clearing, all dressed in fancy garments (suited for dancers), ululating and gyrating their hips. amongst these experienced women, you stick out like a sore thumb. not because you’re dancing particularly bad, but because the line depresses drastically in height when it gets to you. but it’s cute, he thinks. adorable, even. 

usually, you’re a clumsy little thing, but right now you have this aura about you. it’s something fierce—and with every step, every twirl of your arms, and shake of your hips, he finds himself teetering closer and closer to the edge of his seat. 

and your eyes? your eyes haven’t left his since you stepped foot into his peripheral vision. they’re darker in color compared to his, but the amber hue flames of the fire light them ablaze. calling him, luring him—like a siren, and he, an unfortunate sailor who’s fallen into his own trap. 

when you round his section, you circle around him. once, twice, three times. his head is on a swivel, eyes never leaving yours as you make your way to the fire. 

you’re only dancing. it’s not like he hasn’t seen this exact same dance hundreds of times, with these exact same garments, and these exact same women who prance around seductively teasing men—because he has. a many of times. but…this was different, intimate. in a way that he couldn’t quite explain. 

and now you’re leaving your place around the fire and women, striding up to him all gracefully. he’s so entranced that he doesn’t process that you’ve grabbed his hands, nor does he process that he was now standing, and walking with you to the fire, and—

“wait, wait, what are you doi-“

but he’s already too far to turn back. he has to commit, especially since all eyes were now on you and him. this was calculated. an attack on his very name and the reputation that he’s so carefully crafted over these past few years. 

see, the thing about neteyam is…he doesn’t dance. he never got the chance to just goof around growing up, not like lo’ak, especially not like lo’ak. no, he was too focused training, and sparring—being primed for war. when you grow up with responsibilities that only an eldest child can be burdened with, you don’t dance. 

“i do not dance,” he tries to pull away, but to no avail. your grip on him is vice and your eyes are fierce, a silent assurance that you were not to be trifled with, at least not now, while there are stares. he surrenders his body to you, lets you pull him deeper into the abyss. 

for a while, he stands there rather awkwardly, just shifting side to side as you walk circles around him. moving just enough to appease you, but not enough to look like he’s enjoying himself. you’re not the least bit impressed, though. you know he can do better. much better. 

“stop being so rigid, move your body,” you poke his side, earning a playful hiss. “i want you to copy me, look, mimic my movements.” you back away slowly, swaying your arms side to side and whirling your fingers up to the sky before letting them drop in front of your face—palms facing outward, fingers spread. 

when he repeats it, you press your palms together, peeking through your fingers. in this moment, there is nobody else. just you, him, and the fire. eyes staring back into eyes, two souls connecting. now that he’s so close, he can see just about every detail of your irises. 

they’re not as dark as he’s always thought them to be, there’s a sparkle behind them. a light or fire that flickers brightly, and he can see himself, too. a mirage of himself burning in the fire. he doesn’t want to look away but then you’re backing away again, laughing and spinning wildly, and he tries to reach for you but you dodge his advances. catch me, you mouth. catch me. 

faster than he can blink, you end up behind him. playfully, you pull his tail and when he spins to stop you from doing it again, you stumble backwards. before your body has the chance to hit the soil, he catches you. lean, strong arms taking you into his hold: one supporting your neck and the other on the small of your back. there it was. that clumsiness.

“dancers are supposed to move with grace,” he whispers teasingly, his face so close to yours you can feel the warmth of his breath, “that wasn’t graceful.” he wants you to take the bait. take the bait, take the bait, take the bai—

“oh, mr. ‘i don’t dance’ is critiquing me now?” you bite. it took a second for you to answer him, partly because you were trying to come up with something slick to respond with, but mostly because of the proximity. his eyes were pretty, too pretty for a smug little shit like him. “guess the student becomes the master.”

he laughs in the interstice of your neck, pulling you up slowly to your original vertical position. eventually, the music begins to come to a somber decrescendo, signifying the end of the song, and you two quickly remember the audience surrounding you. 

“find me later,” you say into his ear. his tail shoots up from the insinuation. “i can teach you something else that isn’t dancing.”