#or i would if i had a better throwing arm

[lynnieverse]

like real people do // drew starkey

oneshot

drew stakery x popstar!reader

synopsis: after a little slip up in an interview where you accidentally reveal your celebrity crush, things get a little complicated when someone starts meddling.

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You knew doing the interview was going to bite you in the ass. Nothing good ever came from distracting you with puppies and asking personal questions. So, when the interviewer innocently asked your celebrity crush, you didn’t hesitate to say Drew Starkey. It didn’t hit you until afterward, sitting in the back of your car, debriefing with your assistant. 

“I can’t believe you said your celebrity crush though,” she said, eyebrows raised. Your heart stutters a bit and you quickly whip your head towards her. 

“No I didn’t.” 

“Um…yeah, you did.” Panic spiked through your veins, sweat beading on your brow. 

“Oh shit. Oh shit! Amara, tell me I didn’t say who I’m thinking of,” you grip her arm tightly, eyes pleading. Amara winces and looks at you with what could only be pity. “No!” 

Madelyn was going to kill you. 

You met Madelyn Cline a few months ago at the People’s Choice Awards when you were presenting. You’d instantly clicked and made plans to hang out the next week. Everything was going really great, and you were doing a good job at keeping your little crush a secret. Now, it’ll come out, be circulated everywhere online, and Madelyn’s going to think you’re some crazy stalker. How would she react to you having a crush on her co-star? Definitely not well. 

Amara places a comforting hand on your shoulder, smiling sympathetically. “It’s okay, Y/N, it’s just a silly interview. Nobody will take it seriously.” 

“Everyone will take it seriously! I don’t know why I started fraternizing with actors, I need to stick to my lane.” 

“Hey, why don’t you write a song about it? It might help.” You thought about it for a moment, feeling the familiar bubble of lyrics tickling the back of your mind. Writing always helps you calm down, maybe putting the feelings on paper would make them go away. 

As the car stopped in front of your hotel, flashes from the paparazzi’s cameras were bright even through the tinted windows. You sigh and grab a jacket, wrapping it around your head like a shield, and wait for security to open the door. You ignore the loud shouting as you dash inside, closely followed by Amara and the rest of the crew. Inside isn’t much better, but at least the other guests have the decency to leave you alone for now. 

You sometimes feel bad, often making it up later by signing a bunch of autographs outside, but right now you’re exhausted and embarrassed. The interview threw off your whole day, and you just want to lay in bed and watch trashy reality television. 

Your security escorts you to the elevator, and then does a sweep of your room before eventually leaving. Finally alone, you put on your rattiest and comfiest pajamas, take off all your makeup, and throw your hair up before jumping in bed. You reach for the remote to start your aforementioned binge, but hesitate over the little purple notebook you carry everywhere. Sighing, you know you won’t be able to relax without getting it all out. You dig through your bag and find a glittery pink pen, uncapping it with your teeth and getting to work. 

You’ve never met Drew, not once, but something about him just had you giggling like a schoolgirl. Witnessing his kindness through your constant internet stalking quickly proved to be a bad idea, because now you have a big fat crush on the man and he doesn’t even know you exist. 

Well that’s not true. Everyone knows you exist, but he would never think of you that way. Dating as a popular musician was not as easy as one might think, it’s often too much for people. The words start flowing with ease, filling up the cream pages in no time. 

Gleaming

Twinkling

Eyes like sinking ships

On waters so inviting

I almost jump in

His eyes really are beautiful. So blue, so warm. But the feelings you have aren’t logical, and they’re so exhausting. 

But I don't like a gold rush, gold rush

I don't like anticipating my face in a red flush

I don't like that anyone would die to feel your touch

Everybody wants you

Everybody wonders what it would be like to love you

He’s the internet's boyfriend right now, edits flying around like crazy. You know dozens of people back home who are definitely salivating over this man. Something about him…you can’t put your finger on it. 

What must it be like

To grow up that beautiful?

With your hair falling into place like dominos

Every silly thought you’d ever had poured out onto the page. By the time you were finished you knew it was a hit. Grabbing your guitar you make a split second decision to tease your fans a bit. Unlocking your phone, you quickly open Instagram and go live before you can stop yourself. Your face pops up on the screen, thousands of people already in and commenting. 

“Hey guys! I just finished a new song and wanted to play a little for you if that’s alright?” You smirk, knowing the answer already. Of course, everyone starts freaking out and flooding the comments with different affirmations and emojis. You laugh, loving every second of it, before strumming the beginning chords on your guitar. 

As you start singing you let your eyes close, feeling each note in your soul, pressing every callus on your worn fingertips. The pacing is a little rough, still getting the hang of the new melody, but you know as soon as you finish that you killed it. So many fans are expressing their love for the song, already asking for it to be out on streaming platforms. Others are curious as to who your muse is, throwing out the wildest guesses you’d ever seen. 

“Chace Crawford?!” you exclaim, face contorted in surprise. “Y’all have a distorted sense of my ability to pull these men,” you laugh in disbelief. Your heart skips a beat when a couple comments actually guess correctly, but don’t react, knowing every single microexpression is analyzed. 

“Alright guys, I think I’m going to eat myself into a sugar coma while watching Love Island, but thank you for listening! I’m glad you enjoyed the song,” you wink to the camera before waving and closing the app. Covering your face with your hands, you fall backwards on the bed, letting your guitar rest beside you. You don’t even want to check social media, already knowing screen recordings of the live will be everywhere. 

Sometimes it’s crazy to think this many people care about your day to day life. The art you create touches lives across the globe. It’s both amazing and terrifying at the same time. 

Not wanting to start an existential crisis on a random Tuesday night, you quickly turn on your show and cuddle up under the duvet. 

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By the weekend the interview was everywhere. You’ve stayed out of it, going pretty much radio silent in response. Many are asking if you’re secretly dating, if you were going to write a song for the new season of Outer Banks, if Drew felt the same way…it’s insane. 

You’d purposely put off talking to Madelyn out of sheer embarrassment. That man was like her brother and you admitted to liking him. Still, it’s time to address the issue head on, so you dial her number shakily. The phone rings three times before she answers, a sweet greeting sounding through the speakers. 

“Y/N?” You clear your throat, reluctant to speak. 

“Hey…” You wince at how rough your voice sounds, facepalming at your own awkwardness. 

“What’s up, girl?” Madelyn sounds normal, but you know she has to be weirded out by you. 

“Um, nothing much, just wanted to talk to you about something I may have said recently.” 

“Is this about the puppy interview?” 

“Yes?” Your voice comes out squeaky, nose scrunched. But Madelyn just starts laughing. You stare at your phone in confusion. What the hell?

“I can’t believe you finally admitted it, and during an interview? That was ballsy as hell!” You slowly start to regain your breath, brain processing her words. 

“You’re not mad?” 

“Why would I be mad?” she snorts.

“I didn’t want you to think I was using you to get to him.”

“Are you?” 

“No! Of course not!” 

“Okay then, there’s no problem.” A breath of relief escapes, and you put a hand on your chest. She’s not mad. 

“Thank you so much for understanding, I really love our friendship.” 

“Me too,” Mads says sincerely. “Now we just have to figure out how to get you two together!” 

Your eyes widen. “What? Absolutely not. This was not an invitation for you to play matchmaker, Mads.”

“Aw man, why not? I could literally get you both in the same room tonight.” Your heart starts beating out of your chest, feeling more anxiety talking about this than being on any stage.

“He’s probably seen the interview by now, it’s so embarrassing!” 

“It’s not embarrassing, Y/N. You’re attracted to the man, it’s not that crazy of a concept! Just give me a chance, please?” 

“Nope. I don’t want to bother him or weird him out. Let’s just do something me and you; are you in L.A.?” 

“Ugh, fine. Yes I’m here, just come over whenever.” You can feel her annoyance across the line, but ignore it. You’re not going to let her meddle. 

“See you then!” Mads ends the call, sending you back into your shame spiral. Every little thing you do is always picked apart and ridiculed in the media, and you’re usually a lot more careful with what you say. The interview slip up is going to keep you up at night for the rest of your life. 

Hours pass waiting for the appropriate time to head over to Madelyn’s house. You decide to dress comfortably, but have your makeup done on the off chance pictures are taken. The drive over is quiet, save for the initial crowd outside your house. How it’s legal for celebrities' addresses to be available on the internet, is something you’ll never understand. 

When you pull up you notice a Jeep in her driveway and shake your head. That girl is always spending money. Your phone pings with yet another Twitter update and you roll your eyes. How can this be the most popular thing in the world right now? You glance at the notification and see it’s Drew’s name that’s trending. Huh. Interesting. 

You decide to follow your instincts and ignore it, wanting to focus on girls night with Mads. As you approach the porch you find yourself nervous; even though she wasn’t mad, you still feel bad for causing such an uproar around her co-star. 

Three knocks later you're waiting outside her front door in anticipation. You find yourself shifting from foot to foot, tracing the cracks in the stonework with your eyes. When the door opens you look up with a smile, expecting Madelyn’s smiling face, only to be met with the very man that had haunted you the past week. You gasp, words catching in your throat as you stare. 

Drew was wearing a black T-shirt and grey sweatpants, his hair looked freshly cut into a soft mullet, and he looked just as surprised as you do. You can’t seem to close your gaping mouth, a pained sound escaping without realizing. 

“Uh, hi,” Drew says sheepishly, hand coming up to rub the back of his neck. Eyes wide, you turn on your heel and speed walk away, leaving him alone in the doorway. You’re fumbling with your keys, cursing under your breath, when you hear a shout from behind you. 

“Y/N!” 

You almost make it inside your car when an iron grip latches onto your upper arm, yanking you back. 

“Hey!” you protest, almost losing your balance as you’re dragged back to Mads’ house. 

“Oh no you don’t, you’re not getting away that easily.” 

“Madelyn Renee Cline, let me go!” You struggle against her grip, but only cause her nails to dig in deeper. 

“You’re not leaving, Y/N, I won’t let you.” She finally stops when you’re once again at the door, but she doesn’t let go. Drew must’ve gone back inside, thank God, but Madelyn is glaring at you. 

“Don’t look at me like that! How could you do this to me?” You give her your most withering look. She rolls her eyes at you, only pissing you off more. 

“Just talk to him. I promise he doesn’t think you’re weird, or whatever you’ve concocted.”

“Well he might now!” 

“That’s your own fault, I can’t believe you ran away,” she snickers, pulling you inside and closing the door. When she finally lets go of your arm, you rub the crescent indentions with a wince. The girl has some nails. 

“Fine. Let’s go.” Mads looks taken aback, freezing in place. 

“Really?!” You give her a pointed look. “Right, be cool. Okay come on follow me, he went back to the living room.” Reluctantly, you do just that, trailing closely behind her. You’re a ball of nerves, and can already feel your stomach twisting to knots. 

Madelyn was right, he was lounging on the couch, absentmindedly scrolling on his phone. When he hears you two approach, his head shoots up and his back immediately straightens.

“Everything okay?” he asks, voice smooth and melodic. Your cheeks warm, and you avoid eye contact as much as possible. 

“Um, yeah. I just–you know.” You jab your thumb back awkwardly, not even you know what you’re trying to say. But Drew cracks a smile, looking at you fondly and nodding along, as if you make perfect sense. 

Madelyn’s eyes flit between you with a wide smile on her face. Not knowing what else to do, you sit down on the couch, as far away from him as possible, and stare straight ahead. Silence ensues, and you have absolutely no idea what to do in this situation. Thankfully, Madelyn breaks the silence. 

“So…want to watch a movie?” 

“Yes!” You and Drew speak at the same time, causing you to stare at each other shyly. Madelyn smirks and comes around the couch, forcefully sitting between you and the arm rest. You shoot her a what the fuck look and she simply shrugs. 

“I like the armrest! Scooch.” Begrudgingly, you inch closer to Drew, who pretends not to notice the entire exchange. As soon as you're settled you sit pin straight, not wanting to breach the confines of your cushion. Drew’s left ankle is resting comfortably on his knee, arm thrown over the side of the couch in what seems to be a very relaxing position. Mads rolls her eyes and pulls out an ottoman, giving you something to stretch your feet out on so you can lean back. 

It takes forever to pick a movie, suspiciously so, but it’s Madelyn’s house and you’re not going to say anything. Once she finally picks Avatar, she dims the lights from her phone and the three of you settle in for what’s going to be a weird couple hours. 

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Everything was going fine, until suddenly Madelyn got tired at nine and decided to go to bed…leaving you and Drew alone. You mentally cursed your friend for putting you in this position, obviously not listening to the blanket “no matchmaking” statement from before. 

You glance at him from the corner of your eye and find him already looking at you. He quickly looked away and started tapping his fingers on his knee nervously. The movie had long since been forgotten and no words had been exchanged. 

“So…” you manage, turning to face him slowly. He smiles at you, running a hand through his hair and making his bicep flex. Your stomach does a little flip flop and your face reddens at where your mind went. Drew smirks like he knows exactly what just happened, but doesn’t comment. 

“I don’t think we’ve been properly introduced.” His voice, oh my God. “I’m Drew, it’s nice to meet you.” He holds out his hand to shake, and you clumsily take it, feeling the warmth envelop your palm immediately. 

“I’m Y/N, it’s nice to meet you too,” you smile, swallowing the anxiety. 

“I’m a fan of your work, actually, you’re really good.” 

Your eyes almost bulge out of your head. “You listen to my songs?” Drew laughs and shakes his head, shooting you a look you don’t quite understand. 

“Are you being serious?” he leans forward a bit, surprise evident on his face. You scrunch your eyebrows, tilting your head to the side. 

“What do you mean?” 

“You’re easily the most popular musician of our generation and you don’t think I listen to your music?” You find yourself blushing, and a little flustered. 

“Well, I wouldn’t say the most popular…I have quite a few fans, sure, but not everyone vibes with all types of music. I don’t really know what you listen to, and I didn't want to assume anything.” Drew looks you up and down, seeming to size you up. 

“You’re not at all what I expected, Y/N Y/L/N.” 

“And what did you expect, Drew Starkey?” 

“Well, I don’t know to be honest, but you’re surprisingly humble for someone as successful as you.” You had actually gotten that a lot, although you didn’t think it was being humble so much as being a decent person. You’re still just the girl who grew up in a perfectly normal town, with normal loving parents and a wonderful home. Just because you make popular music doesn’t mean you’ve changed at all. Plus, you know it could all go away with the snap of your fingers. 

“I don’t know what to say, I’m just like everyone else,” you shrug. 

“I beg to differ. You’re…extraordinary. You have to know that?” There goes that damn stomach flip again. 

“Thank you,” you look down at your lap. “I could say the same for you. I love your projects.” His eyes light up at the mention of his work, making you smile in turn. 

“Thank you! I love everything I’ve been a part of, especially OBX. I met my second family on that set, you know?” You didn’t know, actually. Being on the road all the time meant limited options for friendships, and no time for the ones you did manage to keep. Mads is the first girlfriend other than Amara–who you employ–you’ve had in years. 

“Yeah, I love Mads already. I can’t imagine how fun it must be getting to work with your best friends every day…” your voice trails off. Drew seems to notice your shift in mood and decides to change the subject. 

“Hey, why don’t you play me something?” 

You immediately freeze. “What?” Drew smiles and stands up, searching for something. He disappears in the hallway before emerging a minute later with a beautiful acoustic guitar in his hands. You immediately feel a pull to grab it and start playing, but are still confused. 

“Here,” he hands it to you. “I want you to play me something…something nobody has heard yet.” You immediately start racking your brain and decide to take a leap and play something that could get you in trouble. 

“Um…okay. This is something I was actually working on today. It’s not finished but I can play a little.” You nervously pick up the guitar, but immediately relax when you feel the rough strings beneath your fingers. You close your eyes, take a deep breath, and try to forget the gorgeous man in front of you. 

In the middle of the night, when I'm in this dream

It's like a million little stars spelling out your name

You gotta come on, come on

Say that we'll be together

Come on, come on

Little taste of heaven

You manage to take a peek at him while you strum, catching him totally entranced by the sound of your voice. A little confidence boost flows through you as you continue the song. 

But you're untouchable, burning brighter than the sun

And now that you're close I feel like coming undone

In the middle of the night, we can form this dream

I wanna feel you by my side, standing next to me

You gotta come on, come on

Say that we'll be together

Come on, come on

Little taste of heaven

You strum a few more chords before stopping, silently waiting for his reaction. He’s staring at you, mouth parted slightly. 

“Another,” he whispers. Surprised, you do what he asks, pulling another unfinished song from the vault in your mind. This one wasn’t about him, not like the last one, but it still applies. 

I will not ask you where you came from

I will not ask you, neither should you

Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips

We should just kiss like real people do

You hum for a little longer, this song actually being one of your favorites. Drew is starstruck, an unknown look on his face the whole time. He seems to snap out of it and clears his throat. 

“Wow, Y/N. You’re amazing…those were amazing. Were they about anyone in particular?” You internally panic, because duh. But you don’t want to weird him out. 

“Um, the first one was,” you whisper, avoiding eye contact. You feel the couch move, and look up to find Drew right beside you. His leg was flush with yours, and he was so close you could see each and every freckle splashed across his cheeks. You also notice his eyes crinkle at the corners slightly when he smiles. 

“Can I confess something?” he says softly. You don’t trust your voice, so you nod once. “I saw your interview.” Immediately, the embarrassment causes your face to turn into a tomato. 

“Uh–about that…I–” You don’t really have an explanation, but you scramble for one anyway. Drew chuckles and grabs your hand, effectively stopping your rambling and making you redder at the same time. 

“Y/N you don’t have to be embarrassed. Did you see my interview?” What interview?

“No? I didn’t know you did one. Should I have?” He squeezes your hand gently and his eyes bore into yours. 

“It would’ve made this a lot easier,” he jokes. “They asked for my response to being your celebrity crush.” Fuck. 

“Shit, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to cause drama for you.” 

“You didn’t, I promise. But do you know what my response was?” You shake your head. He hesitates for a moment before grinning, almost shy. “I said that’s a crazy coincidence because you’re my celebrity crush.” Hold the fucking phone, did he just say what you think he said?

“What?” 

“I think you’re beautiful, talented, kind, and I’ve always wanted to spend time with you. I didn’t think it was even in my realm of possibilities. Then you befriended Mads, and I thought maybe I had a chance…” Your brain must be short circuiting, because no way in hell Drew Starkey just said the feelings are mutual.

“Oh,” is all you can manage.

“Oh? That’s it?” he smiles, intertwining your fingers. 

“I’m honestly so surprised right now, I don’t know what to say.” 

“Say you don’t think I’m a weirdo.”

“I don’t think you’re a weirdo,” you shake your head. 

“Say you’ll go out with me?” his pitch rises with uncertainty, looking nervous for your response. 

“I will definitely go out with you.” Relief floods his features and he tugs you closer, pulling your legs on top of his. 

“That was terrifying,” he says, massaging your calf. 

“I still cannot believe this is happening right now,” you tell him honestly. 

He smirks, leaning in close. “Believe it, baby.” Your heart skips a beat, mind going blank momentarily. 

“I think I owe Mads a thank you,” you giggle. 

“Fuck that, I’m sending her a damn gift basket.” 

“You’re so right, she’s getting an album dedication from me,” you joke, causing Drew to poke you in the ribs. 

“Hey, no fair. She’s going to like that so much more!” he whines. You can already see yourself falling head over heels in love with this man, and that scares you more than anything. 

“Don’t hate the player, hate the game,” you hold your hands up in defense while Drew rolls his eyes. 

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever, let’s just watch another movie.” 

“Sounds like a plan!” you hear from behind the couch. The two of you immediately jump, scared out of your minds, until you realize it’s just Madelyn creeping in the hallway. 

“What the fuck?!” Drew yells, clutching his heart dramatically. 

“You were supposed to be asleep!” You cross your arms, glaring at your blonde counterpart. She sucks her teeth and shrugs, walking over and plopping down on the couch.

“What can I say, somebody had to get you two together.” You share a look with Drew, both of you simultaneously not surprised, but exasperated by her little games. 

“You’re insane,” Drew tells her, taking his spot back on the couch and throwing a pillow at her head.

“It worked didn’t it?” 

Yeah. You thought. It really did. 

[girlinaboxx]

what happened after the explosion..// sevika x reader ﹒₊‧ ﹒𓆩 𓆪﹒₊ ﹒﹒

this is just a ramble, a short story—whatever you want to call it. no major warnings, just heavy angst.

you were losing your mind.

it was nearly 4 AM, and she still wasn’t home. six hours late. that wasn’t just late—it was unheard of. sevika was always late, sure, but never this late. maybe you were overthinking it. maybe you were being too naïve, too soft, too you to understand the kind of life she led.

but then again, maybe you weren’t.

a thousand thoughts raced through your head, each worse than the last. had a deal gone wrong? was there a fight? had someone stronger—meaner—finally taken her down? you tried to push those thoughts away, but they sank their claws in deep, festering, growing roots inside your chest. you had called. you had texted. hell, you had even stood by the door, keys in hand, heart in your throat, seriously considering breaking the one rule she made crystal clear:

“if i ever saw you at any of Silco’s— i will wreck your shit.”

a direct order. one you weren’t stupid enough to disobey. but if she didn’t show up in the next hour, you didn’t care.

then, just as your panic was reaching its breaking point, the front door creaked open.

relief flooded through you for exactly one second. then you saw her.

sevika wasn’t alone.

she wasn’t standing.

she wasn’t okay.

deckard stood in the doorway, her massive, half-conscious body draped over his arms. he looked at you like he was waiting for something, maybe for you to freak out, maybe for you to do something—but you couldn’t move. you couldn’t breathe.

because your baby was broken.

her shoulder was a mess of blood-soaked bandages and metal clamps, barely holding together the raw, exposed wound. she was awake, but only barely—bleary-eyed and exhausted, her head lolling against deckard’s chest. you’d never seen her look so small before. so… defenseless.

you wanted to scream. to cry. to shake her, demand what the hell happened, why she let this happen—why she always had to come home in pieces. but there was no time for any of that. you needed to pull yourself together. you needed to be strong. For her.

deckard didn’t say a word as he carried her inside, setting her down carefully on your couch before stepping back. you barely registered the sound of him leaving, the door clicking shut behind him. the apartment was quiet, except for her breathing—shaky, uneven, pained.

you dropped to your knees beside her, hands hovering over her as if she were made of glass.

she cracked one swollen eye open, her lips twitching like she was about to smirk, about to throw out some cocky remark to make you feel better. but nothing came.

instead, her fingers curled into the fabric of your shirt, holding on like it was the only thing keeping her from falling apart.

and then, for the first time in two years of loving her, sevika cried.

she buried her face against your chest, her broad shoulders trembling. tears—real tears—hot and silent, soaking into your skin. it shattered something inside you, something you hadn’t even realized could break.

you wrapped your arms around her, pulling her closer, cradling her like she was something precious, something fragile—something you would burn the world for.

you stayed like that for an hour. maybe longer. just rocking her gently, pressing trembling kisses against her temple, whispering things you weren’t even sure made sense. she never cried out loud, but you felt every sob against your chest as she soaked it in tears, in the way her grip on your shirt tightened to the point of tearing.

finally, she spoke.

��i can’t hold you like I truly want now..”

and just like that.. you heard your heart shatter, your fingers threaded through her hair, your lips brushing over her damp forehead.

“you still have me.”

and you meant it. every word.

no matter how many pieces she came home in, no matter how much she thought she lost—she still had you.

always.

[pythonmoth]

cw: violence. body harm. heavy torture. waterboarding. trauma. crude language. hurt/no comfort. explicit suicidal thoughts. self mutilation/harm mentioned.

simon riley x reader. implied simon riley x soap. implied simon riley x reader x soap.

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He didn't want to get out of bed that day, and the Captain calling for a private meeting just as he dared opening his eyes gave him enough reason to know he was right.

Putting on his uniform was as easy as ever. Really, he hardly ever took it off, anyway. It took about twenty seconds to put on his boots and he was off.

It was cold outside.

The night before had been stormy, so if Johnny's lungs weren't used the damn weather by now, he would be cursing the gods for it. It was so cloudy that he just truly wanted to grab a coffee, and sleep again.

Hell, even breakfast before a meeting would do.

His pace wasn't rushed, the sun slowly coming up. As soon as he spotted Simon walking over to the Captain's office as well, seemingly unaware of his presence, he couldn't help but smirk and slow down. He did his best to keep his boots from making noise, holding his breath. He got closer, and closer.

Then, promptly bumped nose first on the back of Simon's head.

"Argh!" he grunted, holding his nose. Simon made no sound at all and just kept on walking. Johnny knew damn well the cocky tilt on the Lieutenant's head as they got near the Captain's office. "Bastard. Could've warned me, instead of making me nearly break my damn nose".

"Why? It's funnier like this" Simon said, the timber in his voice so amused it made Johnny roll his eyes, not really upset at all.

"To you, maybe".

"And that's how it's supposed to be, Johnny".

The conversation was cut short as soon as they approached the Captain's door. He was arguing with someone on the phone. It was clear he was trying not to make much noise, but the anger in his voice was unmistakable.

Simon and him shared a look, and waited for a moment before knocking on the door.

"Get in" the Captain's voice cut through the silence, hanging up the phone before standing up, looking at the two men with a hard expression.

"What's going on?" Simon questioned, standing right next to Johnny, their shoulders brushing.

"We've got a mole" the Captain said, his teeth clenched. Johnny watched as he paced behind his desk, his shoulders hardened.

"A mole?" he wondered, his eyebrows furrowing. "Who's the bastard? We'll drag him to the—"

"Goddammit, Johnny. It's the fucking lass" the Captain snapped.

In that moment, the room went colder than the freaky weather outside. The three men stared at each other for one long second.

"We've five lasses" Simon started, the trembling in his voice so evident that Johnny wanted to reach out, and grab his arm to stabilize him. He didn't, as he was trembling just as badly. "You better give me a name right now, or I'll start breaking your shit".

"If it weren't yours, do you think I would be calling you two idiots?" the Captain growled out. He opened his mouth, ready to continue, but Johnny spoke first.

"Is this some kind of ridiculous, fucked up joke?" he blurted out. He just couldn't think. He just couldn't believe it. "She's been here for nearly ten years. Capt'n, there must be a mistake. And you, you can't possibly believe this shit!" he blurted out at Simon, turning to look at him.

Simon was as stiff as a wooden board.

And he was so damn angry it nearly made Johnny shit his pants.

"Is there proof? Do you have it on you? Is it positive?" Simon questioned, the words flowing, barely controlled. Johnny's mouth fell open. "How can you be sure?"

"LT!" he gasped in surprise, his heart pounding in his throat. He felt like throwing up.

"Answer me" Simon demanded the Captain, ignoring him.

It took them two hours to go through the evidence, more than once. You've been sneaking information, your fingerprints, a few hair strands here and there. It all fit. It was almost as if you weren't even trying to hide it at all.

"Isn't it too simple, too easy?" Simon said, not for the first time. "Price, you gotta admit it's at least suspicious. She's not stupid".

"Capt'n, the lass' a smart one. Not even the lamest bastard in this damn base could pull a mistake this big" Johnny added. Needing to sooth himself, he discreetly placed his hand right next to Simon's on the desk.

The slightest curl of the Lieutenant's pinky across his made him take a deep breath.

"That's your pussydrunk heads talking to you. This is unmistakable and we can't risk it" the Captain shook his head, pointing at the evidence in front of them. They both went quiet at that, too troubled to feel offended. "Take her downstairs. We'll do as I ordered, in five. You either do it yourselves, or I'll call someone else" the Captain said. Simple as that.

If the Captain saw Simon snatch his hand back from Johnny's grip before they both stormed out of his office, he didn't say.

What was there to say, anyway?

An empty box suffered all of the Lieutenant's anger as soon as they stepped out. Snapped in half with kicks and thrown to the other side of the hall, alarming a few soldiers that, just taking a look at them, turned away instantly.

Johnny couldn't possibly do anything to make Simon feel any better if he was just as angry and appalled. Hurt, and incredibly confused, mostly. They didn't exchange a single word as they reached the mess hall, their boots heavy against the floor.

Simon's steps faltered when they saw you sitting at the usual table. Johnny clenched his jaw and walked forward, forcing Simon to do the same.

They both watched as you sipped on your mug, no doubt waiting for them to have breakfast. He saw you take a bite of the bread, your eyes brightening as you turned to them, recognizing their footsteps easily.

It's been nine years, after all.

Johnny's heart trembled at the sight. Anxiety and pain bloomed in his chest, but he forced himself to swallow it down. They had orders.

"It's so darn late!" you complained, your voice a little muffled around your mouthful, looking amused. Ridiculous. "Where were you? Come on, let's eat".

Beautiful.

It had been too easy. You didn't resist their touch at all, raising an eyebrow. Johnny heard you nearly choke when you noticed their grip wasn't playful, asking Simon what was happening, you feet dangling between the two of them.

Johnny's grip was tight, fighting to keep his expression blank, but it got fucking difficult the moment you realized where they were taking you, screaming, fighting, and struggling against them, demanding explanations.

The room had been used for many years, even before they got here. It either reeked of shit, piss or blood and bleach. It's never been pleasant.

The Captain was already waiting there.

He kept silent as Simon punched you on the stomach. Kept silent as you begged and pleaded, trying to meet their eyes, their hands tying you to the chair.

The Captain had ordered not to explain anything at first.

And it was fucking hard.

To see you get punched.

To be the one to gag you, despite your attempts to bite down on his fingers. To be the one who made you choke on your fears, on your pain.

Your panic.

Simon's eyes were detached, stuck within himself, the trembling in his hands barely noticeable, but Johnny saw it.

He felt it in his own hands.

Every time the Captain ordered him to yank on your hair. Every time he pressed that disgusting wet rag against your face and poured the water on it. Every time his gray eyes met your pleading gaze.

With each of your screams.

He saw Simon flinch with every one of them.

After the Captain kicked your lights out, the three of them had a serious conversation. Simon and Johnny were quiet, both of them staring at the Captain as if he had grown a second head right in front of them.

"No. I'm not doing that shit".

"Neither am I. Are you out of your fucking mind, Price?"

"Now, lads, I'm not asking. If you don't do it, I'll grab another two. We need information and the evidence is clear" the Captain cut them off. He didn't look happy about it, but he didn't seem too worried, either. "Tomorrow. That's an order".

Simon and Johnny sat on the stairs that night, with you right behind the door, both of them smoking silently. Neither of them acknowledged Johnny's tears, and when Simon turned away, neither said anything.

Your screams were a stab in his heart. And he couldn't blame anyone but himself.

When Price told him what they were going to do because you "wouldn't open your mouth", he had wanted to kill Price right there, but the evidence was too big, and it didn't matter what he thought. He was but a soldier. Price gave the orders, and it wasn't his place to question them.

Not too much, anyway.

But that didn't mean he had to like them.

Had it been anybody else, Simon wouldn't have hesitated. He would've dragged the dickhead to the basement himself.

But you?

Price had ordered him to go slow, to make you suffer as the nails were ripped off slowly enough to make you pass out, but he couldn't.

He couldn't go against his orders, but he could do them his way.

If it's done quick enough, the pain concentrates and dissipates faster, leaving only raw, throbbing fingertips behind.

That's the best he could do.

As you pushed your head against his chest, pleading and screaming in pain as Price asked you questions you didn't seem to hear, another nail would come off.

"Give him their names. Please" he whispered, low enough for only you to hear, but you were too gone with pain to pay attention.

Price would order him to go on, and Simon would grit his teeth, and do it as fast as possible.

Every scream made him want to crawl into the tiniest cave, and rot for the eternity.

If you were truly a traitor, he didn't care. He wanted you to break yourself free and steal their guns so you could end them right there. He wanted you to win and take revenge, dance on their bodies for all he cared.

When you said it was done between the two of you, he was glad his back was facing you. Otherwise, you would've noticed the trembling of his lips under the balaclava.

Orders. He had to follow orders.

When the toenails started coming off, your screams reached a deeper pitch. It was as if it wasn't you anymore, you looked like a whole different person. Simon pressed his head to your leg, panting, whispering and begging you to say their names.

"Please" he would whisper, gripping your ankles in hope to ground you away from the pain.

When he was two toenails into the second foot, deep cuts along the arch of the two of them, Price's radio went off. He went out of the room.

Simon stopped, looking up at you, but you were slowly passing out just from the little break you were allowed without Price in the room.

Johnny was shaking, his shoulder tense as he looked straight to the door in front of you, from where Price bursted inside the room again.

"Follow me" Price said, his mustache shaking. It didn't take long for Johnny and Simon to follow.

The last time he had been this angry, he had nearly killed himself in the middle of his room.

You were innocent.

Simon was faster than Johnny only for a second.

He punched Price so hard that he could hear a finger breaking, but he didn't give a single fuck.

He knew it wasn't Price's fault.

Still, it felt damn good.

Yells could be heard all across the base, confused soldiers who knew nothing of the situation yet would just stare at each other.

"They caught him trying to escape" Price raised his voice again. "He's been detained and has already confessed. He claimed he was—"

"I don't fucking care!" Simon snapped, gripping Price's desk hard enough to break the shit out of it. "Bring him here, goddammit. I'll put a bullet through his brain".

"You know damn well I fucking can't—"

"The fuck am I here for, then? I'm done with this fucking shit hole" he yelled, not interested in whatever Price had to say anymore.

Johnny and him rushed downstairs, panting, shaking. Price didn't leave his office, the heels of his hands digging into his eyes.

Simon fell to his knees and untied you as quickly as he could, watching you blink your eyes open, your gaze distant.

"I'm so fucking sorry, love. You'll be okay, I fucking promise you that. Fuck, I'm so sorry... I'll carry you, hold on. Hold on..." he whispered, sliding an arm under your legs and carrying you bride style.

He was struggling with his own anger, unable to control his body as he normally would, bumping his shoulders on the walls as he rushed upstairs.

"Watch her head! You're gonna fucking drop her. Let me help—"

"Shut the fuck up, Johnny. Don't fucking try me right now".

If Johnny was hurt by his words, he genuinely didn't care right now. He would get over it.

When he finally reached the clinic, he snapped at however was available to get their fucking arses up.

He knew it wasn't the right thing, but he couldn't afford to be respectful. Not right now. A few medics surrounded you immediately, but one of them started pushing him out.

They kicked him out of your room.

They fucking kicked him out.

Away from you.

"You've two broken fingers, and she doesn't need you. You ain't going in" the head doctor told him. Simon's eyebrows furrowed, his lips curling in a snarl behind the mask, but she was having none of that. "Shut it, you big brute. Now do as I say, or I'm kicking you out of my clinic".

Johnny sat next to him, but Simon wouldn't look away from the door to your room. He sat quietly, not even blinking as the doctor helped him with his fingers. They didn't even hurt.

He didn't matter.

It took you two days to wake up.

As soon as he was allowed in, he barely left your side, only to take a piss or grab a coffee. He would watch the doctors check on you, acting like a dog ready to snap and bite their heads off every time your fingers flicked in your sleep when they touched you.

"L.T. You gotta get some rest" Johnny mumbled, a hand on Simon's shoulder. It was only the two of them and you there. As it should be.

"Not interested".

"Its been four days since you've eaten anything".

"Good for me. Was planning on going on a diet, actually".

"Simon".

"That's my name".

Smack.

Simon finally looks away from your face to look at Johnny with wide eyes, the back of his head burning. "The fuck was that?"

"That's what you get for being a dickhead" Johnny replied, his eyes fixed on you. "She's safe here. Come on, we gotta be fed and rested, so she can kill us when she wakes up".

It took Johnny a lot of convincing, but he managed to drag Simon out. They ate in silence, and slept.

Only a couple of hours.

The moment Simon heard your first scream, just in the back of his mind, he got up to his feet, rushing to the clinic. He wasn't certain if it was his mind or if it was truly you.

When he saw you on the floor, crawling away from him, he felt both relieved and terrified. He sank to the floor instantly, his hands in full display, hoping to ease your fear.

"No, wait. Please. Please. You're okay" he said, his eyes wide, taking in your expression. He will never forget the way you were looking at him, as if he wasn't Simon. Not anymore.

He didn't know what to do, didn't know how to approach you anymore, didn't know how to even begin.

"W-we were tricked" he explained, at a complete loss. "A mole planted evidence against you, but we found him a few days ago, when we brought you here. I'm so—"

"You're sorry" you crackled, and it felt like a stab to his heart. "You're sorry".

It didn't matter what he did, you refused to listen to him.

"Please. I didn't want to do it. I'm so sorry" he pleaded, his hands flat against the ground. "I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you. Johnny and I. You won't forgive us and we know this. Fuck, you should never do so. Lovie... please".

When you started sobbing, shaking and keeping yourself away from him, Simon broke down as well.

He moved slowly, taking his mask off, and leaving it on the floor between the two of you. He didn't dare looking at you, tears or not, but he wanted you to stop being scared at him.

He would've preferred you stabbed him. He would've preferred you made him eat glass and then shot him between the eyebrows.

But scared? He wanted to bite his own fingers off to make sure he would never hurt you again.

Simon was embarrassed. Ashamed.

He had followed orders, but he should've pressed Price harder. He should've helped you somehow instead of just doing as he was told.

The space between the two of you felt disturbing and too big. He wanted to hold you, to kiss your face, and never let go.

He didn't dare trying to convince you.

But you've been clear. It was over.

All he had left was his regret.

by implied I meant fucking obviously. i couldn't leave johnny out, i love him sm. but if you don't like it just picture them as rlly close buddies, then. they might kiss, but who doesn't kiss their buddies, am I right?

i was gonna wait until tomorrow, but i finished way faster than I thought I would, and I'm hyped as hell, so here you go. a gift!

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I absolutely adore your rise TMNT with yan batfam short clips. Like the whole why pick them over us becomes 10x worse like. Reader is living in the sewers most of the times and basically decided that the turtles were their brothers and not batfam. They rather live in the sewers with a rat as a substitute dad and they prefer it. I can imagine how much of a blow that would be to them! Also the family knows nothing about them till bam here they show up with a different hero/vigilante group. Want to throw my two cents in that the reader likes to use war pain/ let's Micky pain on a mask that helps them blend in with the crew ( also I can imagine they don't like wearing the color black).

Oh yeah the Bat family is coping sooo hard.

 After they, quite rudely, take you back to Gotham they are gonna be on. Your. Ass. About how  “better this is” and “ isn’t this so much nicer then some nasty sewer” but you quite literally are having none of it

Every snide comment about how it’s “so much more open and spacious right?” is met with “I literally had a skate ramp outside my room Tim, fuck off” or “at least i was allowed to leave the sewer whenever i wanted, unlike here”

Like, 80% of the Bat family isn't blood related and even LESS than that have actually been formally adopted, so they can't even try to pull the “but we’re your REAL family” card with you, though Damian will still absolutely try. Of course, you always remind him that he literally stabbed you in the leg when you two first met. Yes you're still pissed about it, HE STABBED YOU! IN THE LEG!!

Jason’s bear hugs? Weak sauce compared to Raphs. Do you even lift bro? Also, don't you like, kill people? Tf are you doing here? Also aren’t you DEAD?!

Dicks puns and jokes? Yeah no, Leo’s funnier, also he’s not a cop, so.

Tim tries to wow you with some techie nonsense? Donnie learned that when he was 7, it’s not that impressive. “Also your formula is all wrong, get your shit together man, aren’t you supposed to be smart?” It wasn’t wrong, but watching him panic for the next half hour was priceless.

 You strictly call Cass by her last name because you already know Casey and Casey Jr. So yeah she’s been demoted to Cain. You'd have been nicer about it but then again she was complicit in your kidnapping soooo, no.

Bruce tries to scold you for being mean? Gee that's big talk coming from a guy who didn’t even know my birthday until about a week ago, you know who didn’t forget my birthday? My rat dad. Bitch.

Not to mention, you won't even talk to Alfred because you know he was the one who sold out where your apartment was. You're fucking pissed that he chose the rest of the family over you. Again.

Despite not particularly liking the color, you exclusively wear black arm and leg wraps to match with your brothers. Otherwise, it is nowhere to be found in any other article of clothing you own. Only the brightest of highlighter colors for you, thanks.

As for a mask, I'm thinking Winter Soldier vibes lol. You have a few of them at your disposal, with varying designs from both Mikey and yourself. Angelo will also doodle on your shield a lot, it’s basically his noncommittal doodle board. You have a full photo album dedicated to your favorites.

The Batfam also tries to gaslight you soooo much too, like, “if they really cared about you then where are they, it’s been weeks now and they haven’t even made an effort to look for you, doesn’t seem like they actually care all that much. But don't worry, we’ll always be here for you!”

“One, don’t you dare take that tone while talking about my family again, and two yeah my brothers are a little dumb but they're MY LITTLE brothers so they get to be. I know for a fact that once they realize I'm actually missing they will rip this place apart and I, for one, cannot wait to watch it happen”

The bats will totally think your bluffing, that is until a fucking sword slices through the literal fabric of reality and you fall backwards through a glowing blue portal before they can even sit down for dinner. They really have to reevaluate what they’re up against after that.

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˗ˏˋ Entry : 062 - E-Rank! Sung Jinwoo x Fem! Reader: First Date ◛⑅·˚ ♡ ˎˊ˗

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╰┈➤ ❝ [ Just say my name || Speedin' to you baby switching lanes ] ¡! ❞

"Jinah, do I look alright?" Jinwoo sighs, seemingly a bit stressed as he tries to fix his unkept hair.

"Nah, you look as stupid as ever" She teases, laughing at her brother who retaliates by pinching her cheek. "Ow, ow!"

She wriggles out of her brother's hold, lightly smacking a throw pillow on his arm, "Ugh, you're just going on a date and you're this nervous? Man, you're hopeless"

"I'm not buying you chicken wing anymore with how insolent you are to you big brother" Jinwoo teases, ruffling up her hair just to piss his little sister off even more.

"Hey, don't be like that" She grits her teeth, pouting at her brother who only smiles innocently as if he does no wrong. "Just don't piss yourself trying to get a girlfriend."

"... And I better not be coming home with mess all over the house" He simply deflects her insult, not entirely sure if even he can keep calm during his first date (but surely he wouldn't get that bad, right) "Do you laundry at the exact hour, I want this place spotless by the time I come back or I'm forcefeeding you salad for the next three weeks."

"What a jerk, taking out his anger on me when he screws up his date"

Her jokes were met with deaf ears as Jinwoo put on his shoes and went out the door.

It took him a total of 7 attempts on asking you out for a date. He was supposed to do the 7th one before his double dungeon raid that actually killed him but backed away last minute because he was too nervous to actually form words.

He doesn't know how he did it this time, but he did and got to ask you out on a date on some stroke of luck that he didn't fumble (well he did a few times) to say it aloud. Actually, he nearly yelled too.

But nobody will talk about it, surely you will forget about his stutters.

Anyway, he fixed his hair again by looking at his reflection on his phone screen before shoving it into his pocket. He waited for a few minutes near the station until he hears the familiar taps of your footsteps coming his way.

As weird as it is, Jinwoo started recognizing footstep patterns ever since he got the system. Though he's only arounf level... 50? He had a ton of upgrades, it's no surprise his senses will pick up on the oddest things.

"Sorry, am I late?" Your soft voice breaks through as he was a bit lost in his train of thoughts.

"Ah, huh? No... No, I just arrived" He pushes himself off of the wall he was resting on, trying his best not to show how flustered he is at the moment. "How about we get lunch first?"

"Sure!" You beam, accepting the hand he was awkwardly holding out.

꒰ .... ꒱

Jinwoo swore to himself he wouldn't be too nervous today, but he ended up biting his own tail with how antsy he was all day. He never went out on a date before, but he wanted today to be the best day for you to some extent.

It's his first date, who would want to screw it up? He could only really wish for the best. But with your adorable expression right now, he could atleas tbe a bit relieved right?

"How cute" You say, looking down on the claw machine holding a bunch of plushies. "They're huge too."

"Well, they look like they are half your size" He said as he looks down on the machine. "It even looks like you"

"Hahah" You softly shove his arm before pointing at a black kitty plush inside. "That one looks like you, now I kinda want it"

"Pfft...." He shakes his head, knowing you're making fun of him since the cat had a rather sleepy look to it's face. "Alright, stay here"

You waited for a little while and he returns with a single token in hand.

"I used to play this game a lot for my little sister when we were kids, I think I can win you that one." Jinwoo says, pretending he absolutely wont use dominator's touch to save time and let you enjoy the plushie sooner than later.

Of course, he keeps a close eye on you as you waited in baited breath as he catches(cheats) to get you the plushie. Well he won. Of course he does. Dominator's touch is surprisingly so handy even outside of combat. (As if he doesnt also use it when he feels too lazy to reach for the the tv remote)

Jinwoo merely hands you the plushie, smiling as if he didn't use dirty tricks.

You wont know anyway, with how cute and bubbly you are right now— You totally don't even realize, so it's fine really. He'll just keep it a secret as he fondly watches you gush over the cute plushie you consider as a mini him.

"I'll name him Jinwoo" You beam proudly, skipping in your steps as Jinwoo himself merely chuckles and shakes his head.

"So I'm a dad now?" He asks as you nod your head. "Hahah."

"Well, it looks like you so?" You only smile, making his heart flutter even ore at the sight of your happy and pretty face nuzzling against the little thing.

"Then Jinwoo jr will be in charge of making sure mom doesn't get any nightmares and keep her pretty little head full of blissful dreams" He gently pokes its tiny nose, deciding to play along with your game. "And you, should be going home now"

"Already?" You pouts as he gently guides you back to the train station. "But I'm having way too much fun"

"I know, but we're both busy tomorrow, so you need a lot of sleep" Jinwoo shook his head, before throwing another smile "I take it you will say yes when I ask you for another date?"

"...."

You ponder for a little while before standing on your feet and kissing his cheek, "That answers your question, right?"

You then turn away to go up the station, leaving the poor hunter frozen on his spot to process what the hell just happened. Jinwoo's heart raced at an impossible speed as the gears in his brain were seemingly put on a screeching halt.

It took him a while to recover but eventually he turns around and silently hums to himself, his fair cheeks dusted with a faint hue of pink as he revels in his victory.

Who was that goddamn ahjussi who said E-ranks cant get into dates and be succesful? He hopes to see that bastard again and throw him a middle finger because that is a total lie.

After all, the unfortunate E-rank him who has nothing much to show has gotten your heart. Isn't that a win?

In a way, he wanted to know too. Will you, who is just a normal person— Accept the him today who has nothing much to show? And today answered his doubts.

Now Jinwoo is completely sure of his decision of falling for you. Since you are here for the him today, he'll make sure the him tomorrow will be at your mercy once he gains the right and capabilities to be an S-ranker.

꒰ 🪼 A/N: a fluffy sung jinwoo fic because I am feeling particularly more in love with him as of late. I'll try to do hsr content I swear heheh.... But for now I hope you are alright with just me gushing over my main hubby woowoo<33. ꒱

ʚ(੭´͈ ᐜ `͈)੭ .｡✧: ~♡ —! stories written by kyunnie; translations, reposts, plagiarism are strictly forbidden.

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This Bunny Bites | Part 12

Part 1 | AO3

CW: BIG emotions, the men fighting back the demons of the past and mentions of sex toys.

Your presence lingered like the scent of an overly perfumed woman had passed through the room in the not-too-distant past. It showed in the sharp set of Kyle’s jaw as he leaned over the counter staring at a business card. It appeared in the way John pulled a glass down to pour himself two fingers of Johnnie Walker, and in the rigid posture of Johnny’s shoulders.

“If you want a sister and not an enemy you need to stop egging her on,” Simon took the grape from Johnny’s fingers before he could crush it.

Training had been going well, you absorbed information and could regurgitate it in a way that didn’t feel forced or unnatural. You worked at them though, the connections between the men. Simon wondered if you knew you did it. Picking at the wound between you and Johnny the blood, acidic, caustic burned the edges of their bonds with one another.

“She doesn’t seem like she wants a brother,” Johnny snapped at him as grabbed another grape. The small fruit objected to leaving its sisters and dragged the bunch out of the bag. He cursed under his breath as he cradled them in his hand.

“I can’t call her.” Kyle slapped a hand over the card before dragging it from the counter and stepping to throw it in the bin.

“Now hold on,” John swirled his liquor in his hand. “Why can’t you? And who is she?”

Simon watched John watch Kyle, eyes flicking back and forth.

“Cara. She’s Bunny’s best friend. She’s in the photos that got sent to you from the dress shopping day.” Kyle’s hand stays raised, paused in its arc.

“She’s pretty, and she’s your type. What’s the issue?” John sipped from his glass, eyes shrewd as he studied his sergeant.

From Simon’s position next to Johnny he caught Kyle’s glance to his best friend. Johnny didn’t see it though, eyes down plucking another grape free of the once life-giving vine that trapped it in a death of consumption.

“The issue is he doesn’t want to be steppin’ on toes Cap.” Simon must have nailed it from the roiling anger in Kyle’s glare.

“My toes?” Johnny pointed to his chest. “Have at her. It’s not like you’re going after my wee sister.”

The demons in Simon’s mind started to howl, scenting blood on the words. He liked the look of you. The curves that begged for hands, the wicked sharpness that sparked behind your eyes, and even the knowing you would fight for yours. Having you would not be an option. Ever. Didn’t stop the wanting.

“Soap,” John leveled a hard look at the sergeant over the glass he tipped to his lips.

“Captain,” Johnny replied, stance firm and voice sharp.

“You need to find some peace with her or you won’t be playing bodyguard at any events. We can’t have you breaking roles,” sipping the scotch in his glass.

Johnny crossed one arm across his chest to hold the opposite bicep. His free hand scrapped across the stubble on his face.

“How do you recommend going out about that Cap?”

The tension in the room paused its upward spiral. Johnny asked, sincerely, for advice. Simon and Kyle shared a look. Johnny would rather walk naked to exfil after failing to defuse a bomb than ask for help. They both looked back to the monumental event unfolding before them.

Setting the glass down with a deep sigh, John looked from Simon to Kyle, and from Kyle to Johnny. Sighing again he lifted a hand to his face. Pressing his thumb and middle fingers from the space between his brows to his temples John rubbed both temples in small circles before dropping his hand to the counter.

“One thing you learn as a captain is to watch and to listen. Your sister is smart and will sniff out any bullshit before you can pinch it off. If you want a better relationship with her, to have a sister again instead of a snarling hellcat snapping for your throat, you need to apologize.”

Johnny opened his mouth to say any number of things but paused at the hand John lifted.

“When you apologize you need to mean it. If you regret not going back for her tell her that. Do you regret not killing your father before you left? Tell her that. After you apologize you shut the fuck up and take any abuse she gives you. In saving yourself she was damned to the life she now leads, which is bound to create some rage,” John snatched up his glass throwing back the last swallow like a shot. He held the back of his hand to his lips, eyes distant. Simon thought he looked like a man remembering the times he damned someone. “Most of all stop using her as a whetstone for your self-hatred.”

John’s eyes didn’t leave the memories that played along the counter for his eyes only. Kyle blew out a breath, eyes haunted. Johnny folded his arms and stared at the tiles between his boots. All four of them had made choices they hid behind happy memories and didn’t dare pull out even on the darkness of nights with their vice of choice flowing through their bodies. Those memories played a barrier to living normal lives. How is someone supposed to act normal after finding out that intestines don’t fall from the body like sausage links, but bulge as they are held back by the facisa? Can a regular life be possible for any of them when the choices they made would damn them to prison if someone deemed powerful hadn’t declared it a war?

Simon couldn’t help but rub the heel of his hand against his breastbone. Praying that enough pressure would ease his damnation and that the dreams of you in his bed, crying out to god wouldn’t damn him any further.

When you rise the next morning you make sure to stretch while waiting for your toast to pop. Forgoing the heavy night club makeup and following a tutorial for a fresh-faced look with a warm pop of color on your lips you select an outfit that would blend in well at a country club brunch.

The plans did not include a round of golf, but Jeffrey Dutson loved to get his hands on girls when he took them out on the green. Making a decision you grab the golf outfit with the built-in shorts. Those damn skirts were designed to give a peek and you weren’t ready to get a palm-to-cheek grab today.

Face appropriately affixed and outfit sitting snug on your body you dither over how to do your hair. You had pulled it up and down and side to side trying to find the right option. The knock at the front door comes as you are making faces in the bathroom mirror.

Walking to the door you guess at who is standing on the other side of it. The weight in the knock told you it could be your brother, Price, or Ghost. Kyle knocked lightly like he used to knuckles and rapt the door instead of slamming his strength into the motion. Silence behind the door tipped you more toward Ghost. Johnny fidgeted and John shifted.

Unlocking the door you pull it open.

“Hmm, I was right. Now question, hair up or down?” You glance up and down Ghost appreciating the sight before you.

A black polo, top two buttons undone, stretched across his broad shoulders. Black medical mask and a black cap matched the shirt. His tan slacks and brown shoes completed the look of ‘I’m only hired muscle’ to a T. The half-sleeve tattoo on his left arm pulled your attention. Flames, skulls, and all manner of war tools decorate it. Hellfire and the whip of the devil the priest in your mother’s old parish always droned on about would be your only reward for the desire ripping through you.

“What have you tried?” He steps past you onto the dingy carpet of the living room.

Shutting the door tight behind him you scoop your hair up and show him the several options you’ve already tried.

“The only thing I can’t do is a French braid. I would do a Dutch braid but it doesn’t fit right with the outfit,” you let your hair slap against your back as you drop it.

He doesn’t let his gaze roam like Kyle did. You think he saw everything anyway. Reaching around you he pulled out a chair from the table you shoved in the corner since that is the only place it would fit and not cause you to trip every time you headed into the kitchen.

“I can braid. Sit.”

“Ooh starting off the day with orders,” you send him an ugly look. “Try asking and I’ll get you the supplies.”

Ghost stared down at you, eyes drifting from one of yours to the other. By some sign known only to him, he turned and started down the short hall. Darting past him you slam a hand into each wall, his chest flush with your back.

“Damn man, go back to the table,” you snarl the words at him without turning your head. If you shift even a bit then he might see the mortification painted on your face.

It wouldn’t normally be a problem but last night you had decided to clean and air-dry most of your self-care collection. If you had used more than one while imaging rough, wide hands and thick forearms that would now include a half sleeve, well that knowledge belonged to you alone.

His presence retreats and you grab the comb, water bottle, and the small clear rubber bands that didn’t rip your hair from your skull when you removed them. The handful of steps back to the table are enough to allow you to find composure again. If it had been anyone else at the door you wouldn’t have had to stop them from entering the bathroom. But no. Price had to send the one man who could elicit that reaction out of you.

Ghost braiding your hair reads like a torture session for sexually repressed women. The firm hold, his slight nails scratching against your scalp as he drew up more hair, the near silent movement of his breaths. Torture. Finally, he is finishing off the braid. His fingers aren’t able to open the small hair tie and after the third accidental tug on your braid as he tries you snap at him.

“For the love of fuck! Quit yanking me around. I'll tie it off.”

Taking your hair in one hand, the other is busy stretching the band between your teeth and fingers. In less time than he dinked around trying to get it, your hair was secured. Now hot and bothered, you stand and grab your bag off the table. Leaving all the hair supplies behind you turn around and lift a brow at Ghost.

“Ready to go big man?” You practice your big doe eyes and the tiniest pout.

Ghost takes one, slow, deep breath as he stares at you.

Relaxing you let your face fall into a natural rest.

“You’re right, that was too much. I’ll fit in better once we get there,” waving a hand as if to clear smoke you strode to the front door.

Unlocking it with one hand the other digs out your favorite pair of sunglasses.

“Come on spooks,” glancing over your shoulder at the man you slide them on. “We’ve got men to conquer.”

Part 11 | Part 13

Bunny Masterlist | Masterlist

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[littelovelunette]

Early 40's Alone (SPECIAL)

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Mentions of Sevika's past, alcohol intoxication, mentions of inebriated sex

Sevika watched the cake in silence, the fire on the candles illuminating a little of her face, casting harsh shadows on the dark skin.

"Happy birthday," she read out the card, the words sounding so empty to herself, "Happy...?"

Inside her head, it was as if she could almost see a younger her. Happy, unharmed, just a few scratches but that was the norm in the Undercity. Atleast, she still had her parents even though she didn't really see eye-to-eye with her father.

He had anger issues, and given her natural rebellious attitude, to her father she was never enough and never did she ever hear on his tongue that she was a good daughter.

But she had learnt to accept it, atleast her mother despite her health problems managed to love Sevika and taught her how to dwell on her own before she... Passed.

Suddenly, now she could almost feel how her mother felt even though she wasn't married to a man who was verbally abusive and she certainly didn't live in constant fear like her mother did.

But all the health problems, back ache, eyesight impairment, high blood pressure, want to just be comforted was coming to her.

Sevika could hear it in her mind, the faint sound of her mother singing happy birthday to her in that melodious tone and that beautiful cake she would prepare with her own hands, which was better than any store-bought cake no matter the expense.

"Miss you, ma," Sevika mouthed, her voice didn't come to her throat when she said it.

Her throat felt dry, nose burnt as she felt the warm tears fall out of her grey eyes as she blinked. Tears blurred her vision but she didn't want to cry, face stoic as more tears streamed down her cheeks.

Sevika tried to busy herself, pushing the cake away to the edge of the table and trying to resume her work on her mechanical arm but the image of her mother's beautiful face kept floating back to her.

Sevika let out a small sigh, throwing the pen away somewhere far in the room, she knew herself and she wouldn't be able to concentrate like this. She pinched the bridge of her nose, the tears kept coming.

For a while, she sat there, slumped against the wall, hands holding her face.

"I wish I could've been as strong as you, ma, but it just doesn't feel home without you," she mumbled the words more to herself than anyone else because there wasnt really anyone in the house with her, she was all on her own.

With a loud sigh, Sevika got up grunting a little as she did, she grabbed her poncho with her flesh hand and draped it over herself hiding the metal arm beneath it.

Sevika headed off to Last Drop, she did so whenever she felt too lonely or too sad. Whichever it was, she just wanted to mask whatever pain she was going through and maybe have a few drinks, gamble a little and perhaps even pick a fight— anything to make herself forget that it was her birthday today.

Sevika walked into the bar, the place smelled of alcohol, smoke and a faint trace of gunpowder. No matter how much she tried to indulge herself in gambling, she couldn't help thinking of her mother, wondering if she would've been proud of the way Sevika handled stress and sadness— of course, no mother would appreciate their daughter wallowing in their sorrows and using alcohol as a temporary painkiller.

As Sevika started stacking her chips, she heard a soft voice called out, "Hey, you okay?"

When she looked up at you, she could've sworn for a second she almost saw her mother standing there in place of you, was she going insane finally? "... Y-yeah, I'm okay." Sevika managed to say finally but you could've easily said she was lying to your face.

"Mind if I—...?" You gestured to the seat next to her and Sevika knew you meant to ask if you could sit next to her. She wasn't feeling like her usual grumpy self so she shrugged with a casual "Yeah, sure, why not?"

Sevika averted her gaze to her game, sighing as she tried to focus on the game. "You can talk to me yknow, I mean I know I'm a stranger and all but it's better than keeping it all bottled up inside." You said trying to be as comforting as you could be the grumpy woman. Sevika looked tired, dark circles etched onto the underside of her eyes and she refused speak, perhaps because she thought opening up to a sweet stranger would be too much of a low blow to her 'scary lady' facade. Deep inside she was still that eleven year old child with daddy issues and a dead mother who she dearly missed.

"Hey." Your hand on hers tore her right back to reality. "But why?" Sevika asked her voice feeling a little constricted, "Why are you even bothering?"

"I know what it's like to be alone. I don't want other to go through that." You said in a solemn voice before looking up at her with genuine eyes, "Just talk to me, you'll feel better even if there's not much I can do."

Reluctantly, Sevika nodded and gestured at one of the workers to get the both of you some drinks. She let out a sigh, and almost gestured the men she was gambling with to give us space that they did, shooting weird looks at the both of us. Even they likely never saw Sevika being so... Solemn.

"It's my birthday today," Sevika began, "40th birthday and lets just say it just doesn't feel good without my ma, she passed away a long time ago and she was the only person who made my life all sparkly and whatever..."

She continued, "I mean, I did receive a cake and I am grateful they remember it's even my birthday, to be frank, but I also just feel alone most of the time in my apartment. I've been so focused on Zaun, I think I forgot I needed to settle down too. Of course, my loyalty belongs to Zaun but for once I would've liked to—... What am I even rambling on about?" Sevika chuckled uncharacteristically, "You don't even know me."

"I do." You pressed, staring at her with your chin resting in one of your hands, a small smile playing on your lips, "I've seen you before but you never made yourself look approachable but today you seemed like a kicked puppy so I couldn't help it."

"You came over because you felt pity?" Sevika tried to hide the self-loathe behind her words but they seeped out with every letter.

"No, not pity, dumbass." You put the glass down, turning to face her and made eye contact, "I could tell you needed someone to talk to."

"Honestly, you're the first person who ever dared to call me dumbass." Sevika said with a small smile.

"Expect it a lot more from now then." You said with a small smile.

"Sorry, I never got your name." Sevika said and leaned back against her chair. You gave her your name and she made a mental note to remember it even if she was a little under the influence.

The night went on as the both of you shared drinks and personal stories from both your childhoods. You both had daddy issues and it was a tad bit easier to talk about personal problems due to it. You didn't even realise when one drink became two, two became three and so on until you both were making out drunkenly against Sevika's mostly empty closet back at her place. "Before you do what you do, I'm a virgin." You slurred out and Sevika smiled against the skin of your neck. "You're so cute..."

Sunlight peeked through the curtains rousing you. You tried to get up but the arm around you was so heavy you were forced to stay back. There was Sevika pressed behind you... NAKED!? You had to cover your mouth so you didn't gasp, your naked ass was literally against her cunt. You tried to get up again, this time struggling a little because the sheets were so... Sticky.

Sevika, albeit asleep, got the gist and rolled onto her back taking a deep breath and snoring softly.

You watched her sleep for a bit before looking at the mechanical arm, it was probably the first time you were seeing it properly. You smiled a little, slowly and gently detaching the arm and putting it on the bedside table. You didn't want her getting hurt while she slept after all.

But what now? You were butt-naked and you had no idea where your clothes were.

As you slowly walked around the room you saw a huge thick strap at foot of her bed. So you both did have sex... The toy was covered in your residue from last night and blood from your hymen breaking. You let out a soft sigh and pinched the bridge of your nose before picking the toy up off the ground and taking it to the bathroom.

When you looked at your reflection in the mirror, you could see the hickeys on your neck. Damn, those would need a lot of makeup to cover.

You washed it, a headache was building but it was dull. You remembered a little bit of last night but your body wasn't fully awake yet so you werent exactly going to try too hard to recall.

Sevika's soft snoring stopped abruptly and a little rustling of sheets told you that she had gotten off the bed and awake. You finished washing the sex toy and turned the tap off, walking out of the bathroom.

"Why are you holding my—... Why is it wet?" Sevika asked, her voice a little raspy from sleep as she rubbed her eyes with her flesh hand.

"I washed it! Idiot." You said as your cheeks flushed red and gave it to her. She was naked, oh goddamn, those beautiful muscles. "So, um, what did we do last night?"

"We fucked." Sevika said bluntly as she walked to the bathroom to wash her face. You sighed and followed, watching her wash her face, "And? What happens now? I never had... Um, sex and flings and whatever, I don't know how this plays out."

"This a fling?" Sevika asked as she finished washing her face, reaching for a towel to roughly dry her face.

"I don't know! I told you, I never did anything li—" Sevika let go of the towel and cut you out when she kissed you. You kissed back, melting due to the amount of passion in the kiss. It was nothing rough, just softness... Love.

When Sevika let go of the kiss, those grey eyes of hers that usually held something so strong and angry was soft and calm. It was beautiful. You couldn't help smiling a little. "Okay, now where's my arm?"

Sevika sidestepped you and you laughed, "That's the last thing I thought I'd hear after a good kiss."

Sevika didn't reply as she fixed her prosthetic arm in its place, "You look nice naked." She commented as she fixed the mechanical arm, flexing the fingers to check if it worked fine. You blushed instinctively trying to cover your body. "Where are my clothes anyway?" Sevika raised a brow at the question.

"Your clothes..." Sevika furrowed her eyebrows as she too tried hard to remember. "Hallway, we were undressing each other in the hallway." Sevika said casually, "But here." She took a T-shirt from her closet and gave it to you. "Don't wear it yet, you're due for a shower and so am I."

"Together?" You asked, your voice sounding almost hopeful. Even if this was a little awkward for you, dating someone like Sevika had always been a dream.

"Getting ahead of yourself, but yeah." Sevika chuckled and grabbed two towels before she headed in the shower room, "Come on, bunny."

Sevika checked the water temperature. Usually she used cold water showers but since you were here today she decided on a slightly warmer shower. You let the T-shirt, Sevika gave you, rest next to the towels.

"Even though, it's been only one night of sex and I don't even know what else we did, I just have to ask you're in it for the long haul aren't you?"

"Of course, all other times the girls leave during the morning so I'm glad you didn't participate in the walk of shame." Sevika lathered soap onto your body, her touch her gentle and loving.

"Walk of shame? Why do they leave?" You asked as you watched Sevika kneel to wash your legs properly, a faint trace of blood being washed off your thigh.

"That's how flings work." Sevika said, her voice low. She got back up and this time you helped her clean off, Sevika's eyes widened a little. She wasn't used to this. But it felt nice being cared for.

"After this shower, I'll make you the best coffee in the world." You said to Sevika smiling as the water streamed down Sevika's dark hair and onto shoulders, washing away the soap.

"Oh, yeah? You gonna play housewife, hm?" Sevika gave you a brief kiss on the lips before she pulled back and turned the water off. She gave you a towel to dry off as she dried her own body.

Few minutes later, you were in the kitchen with a towel wrapped around your hair as you made coffee for Sevika and you. "Make it black." Sevika said, her voice low and grumbled as she leant against the doorway of the kitchen. "What're you makin' anyway?"

"A good breakfast for a change. Better than smoking two cigarettes and doing a shot for breakfast." You retorted making Sevika roll her eyes and walk into the kitchen burying her nose in the crook of your neck.

"French toast." You answered, soaking the bread in vanilla-cinnamon egg batter before cooking it, you gestured her to pass you the container of sugar and plate as you finished cooking it. Sevika grunted but complied, giving you a dish and the sugar.

A while later you served breakfast, sitting down next to Sevika who didn't seem too enthusiastic about breakfast first but now, she was eating every last bite.

"Tastes good?"

"It's fine." Sevika said but the fact that she was eating it all so fast alike a starved woman told you otherwise.

Maybe finally this would work out for her. Maybe things would finally be okay starting now. Even though the questions raced in her mind, Sevika was sure she'd be happy to finally have a healthy relationship for once in her entire life.

[roc-haze]

Best Part | WillNE

In which Will and Y/N are friends, but should be more.

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New messages on WhatsApp

Ugly Stepsisters

George: @Y/N I’d finish up early if I were you… Will’s shouting the next round

Y/N: Aren’t you guys filming? He’s probably getting his shout in while it’s tax deductible 🤭

Becky: The cameras have been off for a while. He must be feeling charitable

George: Funny that. He was about to throw a tantrum before I told him wifey was tagging along 🧐

Becky: I thought wifey was working late tonight

George: Yeah she can’t say no to a free drink though

Y/N: Tell Will to get my pint ready. ETA 10 mins 🫡

There were perks to having a full time job. Financial stability, career development, a valid reason to say no to going on your mate’s podcasts. However, there were also disadvantages - one being having to sit in an office all day while said mates drink their way through London.

Y/N had been working with a corporate insurance company for a few years now, having moved to London for a secondment that developed into a full time role. She had been introduced to the wider UK YouTuber group through George, who was a prospective client when The Useless Hotline began to take on employees. They had clicked instantly, and she had found herself spending most of her free time with Clarkey and Becky. While the two friends brought a sense of adventure and excitement to her life, Y/N was a breath of fresh air - a reminder that there’s more to life than an upload schedule.

“Y/N!” Arthur Hill had spotted her as soon as she walked through the door, pulling her into a tight embrace. “I’m so happy you’re here, Will thought you may’ve been working late”.

“I was planning on it, but I heard Will was shouting. I had to see it for myself.” She grinned as Arthur laughed, directing her to the table occupied by the group.

Y/N was met with a loud cheer, each of her friends taking turns to greet her.

“I was starting to think you’d never return from war,” Becky wrapped her arms around her friend. “I’ve been waiting for you to help me drink these fellas under the table.”

The two girls shared a giggle before being enveloped in a hug by their tall, brunette male counterpart.

“This is my second favourite kind of threesome” George sighed.

“I’m assuming the first involves Chris and Hill.” Y/N laughed lightheartedly.

“You know me so well.” George had grinned in response.

Y/N could feel a pair of eyes on her, cheeks heating up as she looked up to see Will making strides across the pub, glass of red in hand.

“We better let mummy go now Becky, can’t have daddy getting jealous.” George smirked at Y/N, both himself and Becky stifling a laugh as Y/N jabbed him in the side.

Her two friends disappeared behind her as Will approached, knowing looks on their faces.

“Hi gorgeous,” Will wrapped his free arm around her, placing a kiss on her cheek. “I know we typically do pints but they finally restocked your favourite red.”

Y/N resisted the urge to coo at the grown man in front of her.

“Come tell me about your day.” He grabbed her hand, leading her through the crowd of friends.

Y/N had spent plenty of time with the extended group - even once had a bit of a secret summer romance with Lux.

They were sat in the car in his driveway when he had ended things.

“I think Will knows we’re seeing each other, Y/N. I can’t bear to see that look on his face anymore.”

“What look?” she had asked.

“The you’re-my-mate-and-dating-the-woman-I-like look.” Cal had sighed, the frustration spreading over his face.

“I don’t care what anyone thinks, Cal. Pretty sure he’s dating people too.”

“If you really didn’t care, our friends would know we’re dating,” he said, head resting against the window. “I would love for this to work out, but I just don’t see it happening.”

Cal had conceded, no longer wanting to fight for her attention. There was just something about Will.

Unlike George and Becky, it had taken some time for his friendship with Y/N to blossom. It had taken many Thursday trivia nights at their local, but they eventually became inseparable. The two had slowly pulled away from big nights out, preferring to spend their Saturday evenings watching films and playing board games. Having escaped a hangover, they would often stretch their hangouts into Sunday morning for a quiet coffee run and visit to the local market. But lately, tension had begun to build - and it seemed like everyone had noticed. Except for Y/N.

Though she would never really admit it, Y/N had felt the shift in their dynamic. She was hyper aware of the way Will kept his hand on her back as they walked through the crowded markets. She would try desperately to suppress the dull ache in her chest when he would suggest heading home after a film night. It’s too late to drive home, Will. She’d be scarily still when he’d sleepily throw his arm across her torso, terrified to wake him as he lie next to her. Okay Y/N, I’ll stay.

Will had noticed the tension. He was just waiting around for Y/N to catch up. She was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. She stopped women on the street to compliment a smile, a hairdo, or the coat they were wearing. On the occasions she hung out with his production team, she had made a point to take an interest in their life outside of work. She would text Mikey various tiktoks, look through Ieuan’s film and help him choose the right stills. She was the missing piece of the puzzle… yet had no clue.

Y/N slid into the booth next to Will, the other half occupied by Chip and Sabina.

“I’ve been hanging out for a wine night,” Sabina reached across the table, gently squeezing her friend’s hand. “We’ve got so much shit to talk. I’ve been keeping notes for you.”

“Sab, give me a time and I’m there!” Y/N had opened her calendar, rattling off free days to the brunette across the table. Before long, the couple were off to the bar, leaving Y/N and Will sitting by themselves.

They settled into routine. She shared her day - her boss had copied her in on a million different emails, she spent the whole day in meetings and plastering on a smile - while Will listened attentively. That sounds shite. You should eat, you’ll feel better.

“I think my social battery is starting to go.” The thought of staying out late made her grimace.

“Let’s go home. Get a shitty takeaway and watch an even shittier film.” Will was stood, extending his hand for her to grab. They walk through the pub, embracing their friends goodbye and promising a late night over the weekend.

“She’s just tired, mate. Thought it’s time to head home.” Will stood talking to George, sympathetic smile spread across his features.

“And she needs you to tuck her in? Good friend you are, Lenney.” George smirked, watching a red flush make its way up to Will’s ears.

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15 minutes later, they were stood outside her apartment fumbling with the keys.

She had entrusted Will to organise dinner, throwing herself onto the couch with no plans to leave it anytime soon. Will sat on her right, allowing her to rest her head against his shoulder.

“You know Y/N, this is my favourite part of these group events.” He looked down at her, tucking a stray stand of hair behind her ear.

She met his gaze. “I love catching up with everyone, but I feel like I wait around the whole day to come home to you.”

“You make it sound romantic.” She laughed, but with no real humour behind it. Just trying to cut the growing tension in the room.

“It could be. If you want that.” Will’s eyes searched her face for any sort of requited feeling.

She swallowed hard, adjusting her position on the couch to face him.

Her phone fell into Will’s lap as she gently brushed her hand over the top of his. “I do. Want that, I mean.”

Will moved to intertwine their hands, a loud chime coming from Y/N’s phone. He looked down, seeing a familiar name adorn the screen.

Cal: Can we talk? I miss you.

[organic-bloodbath]

Knife Princess - Part 3

Chishiya x Reader

Summary: You and Chishiya spend another day together, separated from others, when you decide to need a nice little shower. Chishiya explores his feelings towards you a bit more.

Warnings: 18+ smut. Minors get tf out 👉🏻🚪

A/N: Just something a little angsty and smutty. I don't know how much time has passed since the Beach so i'm just making it up.

Part 1 ♡ Part 2

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The King of Diamonds - Beauty Contest

Chishiya sat at a table, his body locked on the chair so he wouldn't be able to stand up and leave. There were a few other players as well seated similarly to Chishiya.

When he had heard the rules and learned one crucial thing, he was extremely relieved that you hadn't participated the game with him.

There could be only one winner. Only one of the players would leave this room alive. Either Chishiya or one of the others. He wouldn't want to even imagine the situation in his mind where you would have claimed one of the other chairs around the table.

There was a one woman sitting at the table on her own seat. Chishiya imagined you at that same spot, and he felt sick in his stomach. If he had to watch you die from your entire body being melted by acid, he was sure it would take a long time to recover from the sight. Maybe he would even lose on purpose – he already had little will to live either way.

The sight of a body melting by acid was a horrific sight in general but it was easier when he had no emotional connection to any of the players here.

Thinking about it now, you had added one more reason to live for him. He wanted to live for you.

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"What was the game like?" you asked as Chishiya returned to you. He only looked at you without saying anything. You weren't sure if you only imagined it, but he looked a little... sad? It was only a slight difference on his face now, so you probably just imagined it.

You were about to say something when he didn't respond until, out of nowhere, he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into a hug. You were taken aback, not being prepared to any extra physical affection from Chishiya, so you didn't manage to hug him back right away.

"Hey, what happened?" you asked, brows furrowed. He had never initiated a hug to you and now he was hugging you so tightly as if he was never going to see you again after this moment. "Chishiya, what-"

"Nothing," he answered quickly as he pulled back and cleared his throat awkwardly. "It was an easy game."

"Um, are you sure that-"

"What have you been up to?" he interrupted you. He was acting oddly, that was for sure.

"Oh, well, nothing much. Walked around and searched for food mostly," you explained. "I started to regret not participating the game as well though."

"No, it's okay," he rushed to say. "It's better that i went there alone."

"If you say so." You kept examining his face with narrowed eyes for a moment, thinking if you should question his behavior further but decided to just drop it. "Anyway, while you were gone i made us food." You had now an excited and proud smile on your face.

Chishiya looked at the meal you had prepared for the two of you.

"What is that?"

"It's rabbit."

"You caught a rabbit all by yourself and cooked it?" Chishiya asked, first not believing what he was seeing.

"Why do you sound so surprised?" you asked, eyebrows lifted and arms crossed, sounding almost offended. "I'm able to take care of myself, thank you very much."

"And i don't doubt you at all," Chishiya promised, a hint of smile on his face. One thing he liked about you was how you managed to surprise him over and over again.

"You better not," you threatened and handed him his plate. "Now eat before it gets cold."

Chishiya took a bite, and it tasted better than he expected.

"Hm. You'll have to cook for me more often," he smiled.

"I'm not going to become a housewife to you," you stated seriously.

"I would never dare to suggest that to someone with knives in her boots," he said, throwing his hands in the air as a sign of surrender.

"Good, you're learning."

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"You know," you said couple of hours later, approaching Chishiya. "When i was hunting for the rabbit, i found a lake not far from here."

"Mhm?"

"Do you think we could go to wash ourselves there?" you asked. "Well, me atleast, you don't have to if you don't want, obviously. The water looked clean and clear enough."

"Really?"

"I haven't showered properly since the Beach, i'm starting to feel really disgusting," you said, scrunching your nose. "Is it alright to go swimming, you know, with my leg and all?"

Truth to be told, Chishiya craved for a good shower too to freshen himself up but there was none available besides a lake. The wound in your leg and shoulder hadn't entirely healed yet, it had been a little over a week, closer to two probably, since you left the Beach. Both of you had lost the track of time, not counting the days anymore. Chishiya wasn't entirely sure how long you should wait until going swimming. He was afraid of your wounds getting infected in the water, but they looked healthy at the moment.

You could see the unsure expression on Chishiya's face.

"Pleaseee," you pleaded. "I really, really need a shower."

"Alright, let's go to check it out."

The lake was in quite a remote area, half surrounded by a high cliff which was covered by a deep forest – atleast what you could see from down here. The water looked clear enough.

"Alright, don't be too long," Chishiya told you.

"I'll be fast i promise," you said and rolled your eyes.

"Meet me here when you're done."

There was a large rock dividing the lake in two, allowing you and Chishiya clean yourself in peace without having to see each other. Even though Chishiya had seen you naked before many times, you still preferred to wash yourself without anyone else seeing you, having your own privacy.

You stripped from your clothes completely and dived into the water. It was cold, but not too cold that you couldn't swim in it for a while. It felt rather refreshing.

The last time you showered really was at the Beach, and you missed the feel of the water on your skin so much. You knew that the first thing you'd do when you'd finally get back home was to take a long, relaxing bath.

You leaned back against the rock when you had scrubbed on yourself enough, the rock's harsh surface scratching your skin.

After a few more minutes, you decided to go back to dry yourself. You didn't pay attention what was on the ground as you walked forward, and you soon stepped on something hard and sharp, throbbing pain radiating on the bottom of your foot.

"Fucking hell," you let out a loud scream and held your injured foot in your hand, standing now only on one foot. There was no blood, but whatever it had been you stepped on would surely leave a nasty bruise on your foot anyway.

"Y/N?" Chishiya said, his sudden voice startling you so badly you ended up losing balance, falling under the water.

You had exactly tried to avoid your hair from getting wet, but it was now completely soaked. You felt a hand on your arm pulling you up and reached the surface again.

Chishiya stood in front of you, wide eyes filled with concern. Chishiya glanced at your naked figure but he quickly turned his look away and cleared his throat. You could see his cheeks turn slightly pink - only a little, but the blush was still there. You didn't understand how the sight of your bare body still managed to fluster Chishiya, and neither did he.

"Is everything okay? I heard you screaming," he asked, locking his eyes with you. He was still naked as well, the water hiding his lower body. You wouldn't deny that seeing his bare chest alone always made your stomach feel funny.

"Oh, um. I just hurt my foot a little. Stepped on something," you said quietly. You saw him getting worried, so you quickly continued. "It doesn't bleed or leave any open wound, so don't worry about it."

I worry about you every day, Chishiya thought in his mind, but didn't say it outloud.

"Are you sure? You didn't twist an ankle or anything?"

"Everything's fine, i promise," you assured him, giving a smile which was supposed to make him believe your words, but you knew your face betrayed you. Your foot hurt so damn much right now it would be too tender to step on.

"Are you ready to get out of the water?" Chishiya asked carefully.

You nodded, but right then you heard rapid shooting somewhere. The exact same sound you had heard already before.

The King of Spades was in the forest next to you, up the high cliff – you didn't see him, but it must be him for sure. Right? Who else could it be? You winced and instantly leaned your back against the rock, the forest staying on the opposite side. Without further thinking, Chishiya stepped next to you and wrapped his arms around your body, keeping you against him. He pulled you down under the water until the water almost hit your jaw.

"The forest is up on the cliff, if we just stay behind this rock for a while, he won't see us," Chishiya whispered, as your body was shaking. You weren't sure if it was because of fear, the temperature of the water as the day was slowly turning into the evening or both.

"Are you sure?" you whispered.

"Yes. I promise."

Something exploded, far away from you, and it was followed by more shooting. Chishiya put his hand on your hair, pressing your head against the crook of his neck. He was right there protecting you. You were safe with him, of course you were. He would never let anything bad happen to you.

You didn't remember the moment when you had started trusting your entire life in Chishiya's hands. But here you were, clinging on him feeling like if you let go of him, the King would spot you right away and blow your head in pieces.

You had closed your eyes and hadn't realised when it had become completely quiet again. After the silence had lasted for atleast five minutes, Chishiya let go of you, but kept his hand on your shoulder.

"Is it really safe to go back?" you whispered, afraid if you were going to speak too loudly the King was going to come back.

"We can't stay in the water forever," Chishiya reminded you, and of course you knew that. Your fingertips already started to look like white raisins too.

"Right," you mumbled.

"Hey," Chishiya said and lifted your head by his finger under your chin. "You'll be safe with me til the end."

"I know," you nodded.

You were already on your way, leaving the water first, when you heard people talking somewhere in the direction where you had just come from, coming closer to the lake.

"Shit, shit, shit," you whispered and rushed back to the water where you had previously been, crashing on Chishiya who was coming right behind you.

"What's wrong?" Chishiya asked, furrowing his brows when you returned in such a hurry, pulling him to the place you had stood just a second ago.

"There's people over there, i'm not going to go there showing off my bare body," you gritted between your teeth, arms hiding your breasts.

"People? How many?"

"I don't know, i heard a few different voices. I didn't directly see them but they were close."

Now Chishiya heard them too. Surely they weren't going to stay long. The voices belonged to men too, so even a stronger reason for you to keep hiding behind the rock. You had been sure that it would be safe to stay here for a moment since it seemed to be quite a remote area. You hadn't met anyone else after the Hearts game, so why did it have to be now?

On the outside, Chishiya seemed and looked like his usual calm and collected self, but on the inside? His heart was beating fast and he had to try to control his breathing harder than normally. He was suddenly terrified of the King appearing so close to you in such a vulnerable moment.

When he had held you in his arms a moment ago, the feel of your bare skin against his had been driving him crazy. It was nothing new, but still it flustered him every time.

Nobody could deny that you were gorgeous, absolutely stunning. Chishiya hoped that you knew it too already, because he didn't dare to say it outloud. You were beautiful, no matter how much dirt or sweat you were in. He wanted to hold you again and now keep you in his arms much longer. He only was afraid to admit it to you – and more to himself.

"Y/N," he said your name outloud, quietly. He wasn't sure what he wanted to say to you as you only waited in the water for a while doing nothing. You had been quiet for a moment, and he just needed to hear your voice to make sure you were still with him, even though he could see you next to him, your shoulders only an inch apart from each other.

"Yes?" you asked, looking at him in the eyes. He didn't answer for a few seconds, only stared at you in awe, although you couldn't tell what he was actually feeling inside. He had always been one of the hardest people to read.

"Can you show me your foot?" he figured out to ask. Your eyes widened.

"What?"

"The one you hurt," he specified. "I need to know that you weren't lying to me and only belittled your injury."

"I do not belittle anything," you scoffed, but you knew that you tended to do that sometimes quite easily.

"Yes, you do," he said.

After a while of thinking, you leaned your back fully on the rock, lifting your foot above the water, careful not to expose anything else than your leg.

He took your foot in his hands, which tickled a little bit. You were a really ticklish person.

"Okay, it's going to leave a bruise, but it'll heal," he concluded.

"I told you, doctor know-it-all," you teased and gently pushed his shoulder with your foot, making him almost fall back a little but he kept his balance better than you would have. He rolled his eyes but you could see a slight smile on his face.

"I'm just making sure you're not secretly bleeding out," he stated.

"If i was, you'd have to carry me to the shore so i wouldn't hurt my foot even worse," you teased.

"I'd do anything i'd need to keep you safe," he said and suddenly he was surprisingly close to you, like the water was making his body automatically float towards you. "And to be fair, i've already done it before so i could do it again."

"Mhm, if you say so," you kept teasing him and bit your lip. Truthfully, you didn't doubt even a second anymore he couldn't do anything that was needed in certain situations. You liked teasing him though and make him defend himself.

Neither of you knew how you had ended up so close to each other, mere inches between your faces. You drowned in each others eyes, his eyes glancing at your lips. You knew that if he was going to kiss you, you weren't going to stop him.

"What? Do i have something on my face?" you asked playfully and lifted your left eyebrow.

"Actually, you have something on your hair." Chishiya picked up a piece of seaweed off your head and threw it to the water. You hadn't even realised your hair had grabbed something from the water as you had fallen underwater.

"Was that all?"

Chishiya brushed your hair, and you weren't sure if he was genuinely searching for more seaweed or if he just didn't want to stop touching your head and face.

Your mind was screaming at him to kiss you already but your mouth wouldn't let out a sound.

"That was all," he concluded. His hand brushed your cheek as he was withdrawing his hand off your face, but you quickly grabbed his wrist and pressed his hand on your cheek when his fingers were still slightly hovering over your skin.

Chishiya looked surprised, but didn't force his hand away from you. Your eyes lingered on his lips for longer than you intended and you had to start rapidly blinking to get them to look somewhere else - anywhere else.

Without a second thought, Chishiya cupped your face with both of his hands now and pressed his lips on yours. You instantly put your arms around his neck, in such a haze that you didn't even realise how your breasts were pressing tightly against his chest. Chishiya let out a gasp for this feel on his skin, giving you a chance to sneak your tongue inside his mouth. The kiss was rushed and hungry, like both of your lips had been waiting for this moment for weeks, now finally being able to let go and feel free, even though it hadn't been more than two days since your last time like this.

Chishiya moved his hands on your back, bringing the other lower right above your waistline, bringing you even closer against him so that your bodies were fully pressed on each other. You had stopped thinking and just wanted to feel every inch of him, everything you were able to.

Chishiya was savoring you like it was your last day on this planet. As if you'd be instantly gone when you'd get out of this lake.

Eventually you had to stop when you ran out of breath. You pulled your face back, but only so far that the tip of your noses were slightly touching each other.

The voices in the background had quieted completely that you were sure you had been left alone by whoever had been near the lake, but you didn't want to let go of him. He didn't loosen his grip on your waist either, since you didn't back off.

"I suppose it's safe to go back now," Chishiya whispered, his breath hot against your skin.

You could feel that he had become hard against your thigh, and you were so aroused right now that you didn't want to do anything than to get him inside you. You put your hand on his cheek, caressing his skin with your thumb.

"I think we should continue this somewhere... dryer?" Chishiya asked slowly, but a slight challenge in his eyes.

"I've never done it in a lake, though," you whispered, slightly grinding your hips against him, making him grunt under his breath. You were making this extremely hard for him to resist.

"Tempting," he admitted, slightly amused. "But I'm still worried about your leg so i won't keep you here any longer," he stated. "Come on."

"You should stop being worried about me for a moment, you know."

Never, Chishiya thought.

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When you had arrived back inside your tent, Chishiya didn't manage to say a word before you cupped his face, pulling him into a passionate and needy kiss. He didn't hesitate a moment longer, pushing you gently to lay on your back, crawling on top of you. He moved his lips on your neck, making marks on your skin.

"Shiya, i need you," you mumbled, your hand on the back of his neck. "Stop wasting my time and put yourself inside me already."

Chishiya smirked. "As you wish."

He positioned himself against you and without another warning, slowly pushed himself inside you, making you to let out a loud gasp. He was still for a moment, letting you adjust, until you gave him the sign to move.

Your nails were digging deeper on his shoulder blades, and you wrapped your legs tightly around his waist. He let out muffled grunts and moans against your neck between the kisses he was peppering on your skin.

"Fuck, oh my god, keep going," you whispered, both of you were just a moaning mess.

Chishiya was gentler now than before – not fucking you roughly, but making gentle love to you. Right now, it was exactly the perfect pace you wanted. Needed. You were in complete ecstacy, like you were every time he touched you.

You felt like he handled you even a little too gently, as if he was afraid he'd break you if he went too fast or put too much pressure or weight on you. It was different than before, more... loving?

"I'm close, i'm so close," you whimpered and bit your lip as you felt climax reaching you soon.

"Me too, love," Chishiya mumbled, cupping your cheek and kissing your lips, pushing his tongue inside your mouth. Neither of you had noticed the nickname leaving Chishiya's lips, not even Chishiya himself.

You came almost at the same time, holding each other like both of you were scared the other would float away if you didn't hold them hard enough.

"God, i'm tired to even move anymore," you mumbled and closed your eyes just for a second as Chishiya rolled to lay down next to you.

"And you wanted to do that in a lake," he smirked.

"That's why i have you to correct my ideas," you chuckled.

He pulled you into his warm embrace without another word.

"Chishiya," you whispered.

"Hm?"

"Are you sure everything's alright?" you asked, turning your head to look into his eyes, trying to find any signs of him lying to you.

"Of course," he answered, furrowing his brows. "Why do you ask that?"

"I don't know. You've just seemed a little... i don't know, different after the Diamonds game."

"I'm fine," he promised.

"Hm, alright."

It didn't take too long for you to fall asleep, your head on Chishiya's chest, hand against his ribs.

Chishiya looked at your sleeping figure against him, and he couldn't shake one specific thought out of his mind.

If you had participated in the Diamonds game earlier, he wouldn't have you sleeping with him here right at that moment. He wouldn't feel your warm body against him. Chishiya put his hand against your head, brushing your hair a little to feel that you really were there.

Alive and well.

Chishiya didn't like that feeling inside of him. He had never felt like this about anyone before he got to know you. Afraid to lose someone and to care so much.

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hi!! This is my first request, ever!! I am in dire need of more Tim Drake content. I absolutely love the way you write. Perhaps a continuation of the 2024 kinktober one? Or just anything you’re feeling.

I love your writing so much I don’t care what you write, just something with Tim please (been going down a DC rabbit hole) 🙏

Don’t push yourself if you don’t want to do this ask, just thought I’d try my luck !!

Take care of yourself!

-🖍️ anon

Tim Drake x male reader

Headcanons

Reader is a knight, somehow. Because I’ve been eating up kingdom come 2 all week. And you probably get real sweaty under all that armor.

Yall would be shocked how hard I was struggling not to add a whole chunk about feet in this, for some reason. I don’t even think I’m into that??

How you got to the present doesn’t matter much. Maybe you are some magical hero from times long passed who live forever, or you are some chosen one from a different realm. Maybe you are even from our time, but you were chosen by some ancient deity to become their sword. You were a knight, somehow.

Being a knight meant you needed to train, a lot. Be it with a sword, a spear, bows, maces, no on and so forth. You also needed to train in your armor, which of course had to be a full body covering one, but whatever gives you power lets you be flexible in it.

At least your boyfriend, Tim, loved to watch you work out. It made the suffering of the sweaty armor and grueling work somewhat worth it.

Tim was a Gothamite, so of course hes into having a boyfriend who can slice the head off an enemy from horseback, or having a boyfriend who can hit someone thousands of meters away with an old-school bow.

You also both knew that Tim loved all your training for one other very important reason. Or maybe it was multiple other reasons. It meant you got to throw him around, sometimes with armor and sometimes without. But it also meant that you were sweating buckets at the end of the day.

It was a bit of a ritual for Tim to help you take your layers off, all the way down to your chemise and braise, which would be almost see-through from sweat as it stuck to your body like a second layer of skin.

Tim, being a bat, meant it took you a while to realize just how into it your boyfriend was. He was good at hiding it, also feeling embarrassed about it and all.

This meant that in the beginning, Tim really was just helping you take all the shiny armor off, saving the memories of your scent and the feeling of your sweaty body for later, when he was finally alone.

You get it out of him one way or another, most likely from feeling real hot under the collar yourself, so you pull him in for a kiss. Being all up and personal without the layers of metal between you, also means you can feel just how hard Tim is.

It takes some prying, kissing, and you hooking both your arms around him so his face is smushed into your sweaty chest hair for Tim to admit his attraction to you like this. He always loves you, but like this? God, you are like ambrosia.

After that you keep letting him help undress you after long days of battle or training, but now you have a better eye for what turns him on.

It’s hard to suppress your own shudder of excitement when you see his eyes laser focused on your pits when you stretch your arms behind your head, to shake out the soreness.

It was hard to imagine any Bat allowing themselves to want something so much, but it also made you feel almost warm inside, knowing Tim felt safe enough with you to express these wants and urges.

And yeah, maybe you start really making a show out of it, stretching and groaning, flexing your body to show off your sweat-glistening body, posing just right for the light to reflect off of you like a glazed donut.

Tim was of course a huge fan, burying his hands in your body and feeling you all over, only seeming to grow more giddy with time as you let him get his fill. He did seem really shy about wanting to lick your pits when you asked though, but he clearly wanted it.

Maybe it started out smaller, like kissing and rutting together after training or battles after you get the armor off.

Then it becomes you grabbing the back of Tims head and telling him to lick your neck or chest, and Tim is very happy to go along with it. When you coax his face up under your arms he freezes for a moment before just burying it in there, snuffling like a pig in mud when he really gets going.

It’s a bit of an ego boost, to have a guy like Tim huffing up your scent and moaning like it’s the hottest thing he’s ever smelled and tasted. His desperate rutting against you only adding to it, like the cherry on top of the sundae.

Coming at Tim in armor makes him do a doubletake, since you went into this training session without a cod piece for your armor, and the chainmail pulled up and to the side just enough to give Tim enough room to bury his face between your thighs.

It becomes one of his favorite spots to be, kneeling by your feet, face tucked into the area where your thighs meet your body, his nose pressed into that crease as his tongue laps at you. Even better if you grip at his hair with your armor-clad hands.

The clinking of your armor becomes a bit like a pavloving response, in both of you. Specifically, the sound of your armor being taken off, as well as the smell of the polish you use for it. It’s a bit embarrassing sometimes, but at least you have a layer of metal to hide how hard you get sometimes.

And as much as you let Tim lick and worship your body after workouts, you still drag him into the showers afterwards. For a good winddown, but also because you guys have so many friends and allies with sensitive noses. You don’t wanna scar then more than you two probably have.

[nobodysnowhere]

A needless contest

A How-To Guide to Breaking a Table

Summary: A friendly „discussion“ about who’s the physically strongest breaks out after reviewing pictures from the Ghost camera. What better way to solve this issue, than to test it with an arm wrestling contest?

Cast: First years, gn reader

𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒

„You guys are so childish.“ You watch as your friends set up a table in the middle of Ramshackle Lounge, making sure that there aren’t any tripping hazards around.

„You don’t have to participate if you’re that scared of coming last.“ Ace replies as he and Deuce push one of the couches further out of the way.

„I never said anything about being scared.“ raising your arms in surrender before continuing to write down the tournament tree onto a blackboard you found in some random closet. „It‘s just that I can acknowledge that this is a kind of childish hill to die on.“

„It’s only childish if we let it be, for as long as none of us throw a fit over losing, then there won’t be a problem.“ argues Epel, as he prepares his wrist for the battles ahead.

„So who’s up first?“

𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒

„I can not believe this…“

Ace stares blankly at the results of the tournament.

„How do Grim and I have the same amount of wins?!?“

„I mean it’s pretty clear to me how that happened. You won once against Grim and Grim won once against me. I don’t see what’s so confusing about that.“

„You let him win against you! There was no way he won that legitimately.“

„It’s okay to lose sometimes Ace. No need to get mad. You have other important qualities.“, like being a smartass, but you decide to let that part stay quiet.

Before Ace can continue his complaints, you turn around to congratulate Ortho, who is currently being celebrated by the others, on his effortless win.

You wait for the others to finish with their congratulations, even Ace as miffed as he is congratulates him, before chiming in with your own praises.

„Congratulations on the clean sweep. I don’t know what I expected would happen, after all, you were able to carry an entire Amusement Park back to shore once. It’s no wonder the table broke under all of that force.“

„I‘ll make sure to order a replacement to be sent here, but more importantly is your arm alright? I slammed it pretty hard into the table before it broke.“ Ortho asks Jack with concern.

He shrugs his shoulders, dismissing the boy’s concerns. „It’s fine. The table broke because of your fingers hitting it, so my arm had not a lot to do with that.“

You nod your head relieved that nobody was injured. „Congratulations to you too Jack. Second place is nothing to sneeze at.“ Jack acknowledges the praise with a simple nod, though his real feelings are being betrayed by the wagging of his tail.

„I‘ll make sure to work harder next time to beat the two of you.“ Sebek loudly declares.

You look over at a disappointed-looking Deuce, patting him on the back to try and console him. „It’s ok. The competition was pretty strong. See the positives. At least you beat put Ace.“ „Hey! Stop slandering me.“

Deuce looks at you and gives you an appreciative smile. „You’re right. I‘ll just beat them at something else later down the line.“ he points at Jack, „Get ready for the next track meet. I won’t hold back.“

Jack meets his eyes looking confused for just a second before nodding his head with determination. „Challenge accepted.“

You back yourself out of that conversation and meet up with Epel. You hold your hand up for a high five, which he gladly returns.

„Fifth place eh? At least we don’t look like those two.“ he says while looking over at Ace and Grim who seem to have started arguing about the legitimacy of their rankings.

„As long as no more tables get destroyed I’m fine with whatever they decide to do.“

[staryscorner]

Someone tries to flirt with their significant other

Character: In-ho, Min-su, Gyeong Seok, and Thanos

Y/n is gender neutral reader

Warnings: None just mention of cheating

Pt1 | PT2

In-ho - 

On one of your typical date nights with In-ho you went to this new restaurant that just opened nearby. When you guys were seated your waiter brought you guys a cup of wine and looked over at you and said “here’s a special drink on the house for a gorgeous person like you.” he winked at you before he left. You just looked at In-ho with a disgusted face. “Who does he think he is?” “How about we just leave, I'm not liking this” you said to him, but before you could get up he grabbed the top of your hands and said “let's see how things play out.” The waiter continued to flirt with you. In-ho saw how uncomfortable he was making you so he said that he was going to the bathroom which then left you and the waiter alone. He said “Just ditch that loser and come be with me, how about it?”

In-ho didn't go to the bathroom, he went straight to the manager and asked to talk to the head of the establishment, and him being the crazy rich man he is, he bought the restaurant and fired him.

“That will teach him not to mess with me or the love of my life.” You just blushed at his words.

Min-su -

While you and min-su  took a walk around your new neighborhood since moving in together you saw a small park so both went to sit on the bench to feed the ducks some bread. Min-su offered to get the bread so you just sat there watching the ducks swim in the water. Soon a man approached you asking if you were alone and if you wanted to get some coffee with him. You declined the offer telling him you were waiting for your boyfriend. He thought you were bluffing just trying to get rid of him so he kept on pushing for you to go with him.

Min-su was coming back from getting the bread thinking about how happy your face would be feeding those ducks, but he soon saw the horrendous scene of some random guy trying to get you to come with him. Although he might be timid and shy he knew he had to protect you. So he went up to the person and said “You better back away from them now! You have no right in making them feel uncomfortable so leave!” He grumbled under his breath before leaving. Min-su quickly sat down on the bench next to you and took a breather. You saw that his legs were shaking a bit and you placed your hand on his leg making sure that he knew you were there with him. 

“Thanks babe for stepping out of your comfort zone and protecting me.” You smiled at him and he soon felt his worries melt away. You both began to feed the ducks and when he looked over to see your face it was just like he imagined.

Gyeong Seok-

After picking up Na-yeon from school you guys would always head to the playgrounds so she could destress from school. You love your new marriage. You have such a beautiful step daughter and husband. While playing with Na-yeon she heard the ice cream truck and asked if she could get some ice cream Gyeong Seok took her, but while they were gone a businessman came over to you and asked for your number “im sorry but im married” you showed off your ring to the man. “But they don't have to know it can be our secret” im sorry but no please leave me alone 

While getting their ice cream Na-yeon looked behind and pointed to your direction “Daddy, look we have to save them from the monster” After getting your ice creams Gyeong Seok picked up Na-yeon in his arms and ran towards you. She soon began to scream at the man “Get away you monster or else i'll throw this ice cream on you.” After seeing that the man ran so fast. You couldn't help but laugh. “I love you both so much!” you said, hugging them both.

Thanos- 

You and Thanos decided to go clubbing tonight. You were both having a good time and then you both bumped into Nam Gyu.

“Yo wassup my boy I haven't seen you in a long time” said Thanos

“Yea man me neither! I work at this bar actually. I still see that you and Y/n are going strong”

“Woah you do I never even knew!! And of course we are!” “I even plan on proposing this year” he whispers at him making sure you didn't hear.

“Why don't you two go to the bar and chat a bit? I mean you guys haven't seen each other in a while.” you said.

“Well…” Thanos hesitated for a while not wanting to leave you alone but you just pushed him to go. “I’ll be back as soon as possible ok” After that you saw him and Nam Gyu both disappear into the crowd. You went to take a seat at one of the tables and soon a strange man went to sit besides you 

“Hey what’s a stunning thing like you doing here alone.” He said, trying to move his hand around your shoulders. You inched away from his touch. “Don’t be like that i'm just trying to be friendly here” you felt so uncomfortable it was suffocating but you soon saw but you saw your tipsy boyfriend come back and he that some guy was trying to flirt with you. 

“Huh!? Who the hell do you think you are talking to them without me around? You think you even have a chance with them, their way out of your league buddy you better apologize before things get messy.” He said intimidating the man, and so he did. He disappeared without leaving a trace. Thanos soon sat where that man once was and just hugged you.

“Babyy~ Let's get out of here I don't want anymore people coming to hit on you, your mine and mine alone ok so please don't leave me.” He said pouting. You love when he gets like this. 

“Yea let’s go and thanks for saving me back there” you said, placing a kiss on his cheek. He blushed a bit and began humming his way out the club with you in his arms.

Hope you all enjoy this im on a roll right now so Pt2 will probs be out later today or tmr let me know if there are any other characters you want to see!! :3 Also let me know if you want to be tagged! ^^

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Golden Pt. 6 - The Weasley Twins x Reader

(Warning: this chapter contains smut (minors dni) with both brothers. Strictly with reader, no sword crossing. Don't read this chapter if that's not your thing.)

Other parts: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

“What the fuck did you do to her?” Those were the first words you heard, following the loud bang of your door flying off its hinges. Fred didn’t waste a moment before grabbing his brother by the shoulders and punching him square in the jaw. You screamed at the sound, pushing yourself back towards the wall. He landed a few more blows before George managed to throw him off. “What the hell are you on about?” “Are you daft? You’re in her bloody bed, George! What the hell did you do to her?” George grinned wickedly. “I fucked her, you twat. Or do you want the details?” Fred’s eyes darkened. “I’ll kill you. I will fucking kill you if you hurt her.” George took a step closer to his brother. “And if she wanted to be hurt? What then?” Fred finally cast his eyes towards you, scanning for damages. “I’m sorry, Fred. I should have told you.” He didn’t waste a response on you, storming off silently.

George did a rough wipe of his nose, clearing the stream of blood. “Fucking fantastic. Now I get to break the news to Mum about our soulmate with a broken nose.” Your face drained of color, every ounce of blood seeming to rush back to your chest. “What?” “You’re meeting our family today, princess,” George smiled bitterly. “They’re going to love you.”

The three of you arrived at the Burrow before supper time, luggage in tow for a weekend stay. George carried yours without a word. Fred still couldn’t look at you, his eyes trained on the door.

“No one speaks a word of this to Mum,” he said evenly. “We’re soulmates, we’re in love, and we’re happy. We can sort the rest of this out on Monday.”

Fred had barely rapped the door thrice before Molly yanked it open and pulled her son into her arms. “Hey, Mum,” he said into the fabric of her dress, still in her tight embrace.

“I’ve missed you, Freddie!” She pulled away from her first son and moved onto her second, pulling him into an equally crushing embrace. “You too, George!”

When she finally released George, her attention fell to you. If she hadn’t been missing her sons so much, hadn’t hugged them so quickly, she would have seen it sooner. Her jaw fell slack as she laid a gentle hand on your face, right over Fred’s soulmark.

“She’s mine, Mum,” he smiled, though you could tell it was tinged with sadness. He placed his hand where his mother’s just was - where it fit perfectly.

Fred finally introduced you to his mother - your name, your house, your family, though you found your attention crawling back to George, his golden mark still unnoticed.

“Let’s get you inside then, shall we?” Mrs. Weasley asked, pushing you towards the doorway. You had almost made it to the threshold when she yelped. Your head snapped back to her, holding George’s arm within her hands. “You too! Eighteen years without a match and suddenly both of my boys find one within the same month!” “Mum,” he begins, but she continues on. “Not a ring. Not an Owl. Not even a Howler! And you’re worse than your brother! Didn’t even bring them to meet me!” “Yes, I did,” he finally interrupted. “Excuse me?” “I did.” George drops both bags before walking to your side. You gently lift up your shirt, revealing a mark that matched the one on his forearm. “She’s mine, too.”

“Oh,” was all she said. Which was more than you, as you just stood there shellshocked and flushed. “Well, we better get you inside.” Mrs. Weasley wasted no time on preamble. She entered the home first, hands clenching together nervously. “Fred and George are here,” she announced quickly. Mr. Weasley’s head finally peaked around a corner, smile wide on his face. “With their soulmate. Both of them. One soulmate.” “Right,” Mr. Weasley spoke, scanning between the three of you. You focused your attention on his bow tie. “The more the merrier, as they say. Or less. I’m not sure what to say in this situation.”

George’s mouth set into an even line. “Where do you want me to put these, Mum?” he asked, lifting the luggage slightly. “Oh. I originally had Fred sharing with his soulmate, but seeing as she’s yours, too, I’ll have to make a few adjustments.” “It’s fine, Mum,” George smiled tightly. “Just lead the way and I’ll get it sorted. I know you were cooking before we barged in.”

George and his mum took off towards the stairway and Mr. Weasley quickly excused himself, leaving you alone with Fred for the first time since that morning. He didn’t speak. He refused to even look at you. “I’m sorry,” you whispered.

“For fucking my brother or hiding it from me?” His voice was stern and in that moment, he reminded you of George - the hatred he seemed to have for you to his very core.

You didn’t speak for a long pause. “I don’t know.” You should’ve been sorry for both. You should’ve been wholeheartedly apologetic for sleeping with his brother, but you couldn’t be. Your soul would never be complete without George’s. You were his as much as you were his brother’s. Regret and guilt and need mixed cruelly within you, begging for resolution.

“Don’t apologize until you know what you’re apologizing for. It’s not fair to either of us.”

He too, left, leaving you standing on your own in the Weasley's living room. Molly was the first down the stairs, thankfully alone. "Where'd Fred get off to?" she asked, making her way to the kitchen. "Not sure," you replied truthfully. "Just took off." She shook her head in disbelief. "Sorry, dear. You have me at least." You nodded. "Need any help?" She immediately handed off sets of plates and silverware.

“Ron and Ginny will be in tomorrow morning. My older boys should be in by that evening. Everyone was ecstatic about Freddie finding his soulmate,” he paused, pursing her lips. “I haven’t told them about George yet.” You straightened a set of silverware. “We probably should’ve warned you. I guess we just didn’t know how.” “I’ve just never heard of anything like this before,” she admitted, laying the final plate. “I hadn’t either. I don’t think I would’ve believed it if it didn’t happen to me.” “Don’t tell them I asked, but how did they react? Were they happy?” You paused, considering whether to omit the full truth. “Fred was excited, just happy we finally found each other, I think. George wasn’t as happy. Said ‘no one wants half a soulmate’,” you tried to shrug off your hurt, but it still stung. “Guess I can’t really blame him, though.”

She sighed softly. “That’s what worried me. The two have shared everything for all their lives. George has always been my more jealous son.” You didn’t know how to respond, so you didn’t. “And now? Are you happy together?” she stopped busying herself for a moment, holding your hands within hers. “Do you love them?” You nod with clenched teeth, trying to stop tears from pooling in your eyes. “More than anything.” Molly smiled, a real one this time, and pulled you into a tight hug. “I’m so glad, dear.”

It could’ve been awkward, dinner with just the five of you, but Molly refused to let it be. She carried the conversation, gracefully turning from subject to subject and expertly avoiding the whole soulmate talk. You were endlessly grateful for her, especially when you ushered you to bed directly after dessert. She shoved the three of you in, shutting the door quickly behind her. George immediately cast a silencing charm.

You couldn’t help but bark out a laugh when you finally saw the ‘bed situation’. Molly had shoved three beds against each other, spelling the sheets to combine into a large franken-bed. “I’ll just sleep on the couch downstairs. I can wake up early enough that no one will know.” George groaned. “I feel like we’ve had this argument before. You’re not sleeping on the floor, or the couch, or anywhere other than a fucking bed when you’re with us.” “That was before everything went to shit, now isn’t it?” you retorted, pushing the ginger in the chest. “And whose fault is that?” he shoved back. “You came on to me, asshole!” “And then you came on me. So you’re not scot-free either, princess!” “Stop calling me that!” you yelled, ready to charge for him before Fred held you back.

“You both need to calm the hell down,” Fred yells, too. “I don’t know if you both just love to hate-fuck each other, but I’m over it.” Fred throws himself down onto the springy mattress, cupping his face within his hands.

“I’m sorry, Fred,” you stated, pulling his attention once more. “I’m sorry for hiding my relationship with George from you. I should have told you as soon as I realized I had feelings for him, too. But I’m not sorry for those feelings. He’s my soulmate as much as you are. If you’re going to ask me to choose between the two of you, I won’t. I can’t.”

You had barely plopped down onto the couch downstairs when George scooped you back up and threw you over his shoulder. A few hits to his back were all you managed as to not wake up the entire Burrow. Your protests started once you were thrown back onto the bed. “You can’t just throw me around whenever you feel like it, George.” “You seemed to like it last night.” “Motherfucker, I will kill- ", you started, rising to your feet. Fred laid a hand on your chest, holding you from his brother. “Relax. No one’s killing anyone tonight.” He sat down on the edge of the bed, patting the spot beside him. “Let’s just try to get some sleep. We can figure shit out in the morning.” “I’m not sleeping in the same bed as the two of you. We all know how the last time went.” “Freddie’s going to be on his best behavior this time,” George teased, climbing under the thick covers.

You began to retort, but Fred held you back again. “Not tonight.” Heat flushed to your cheeks as the fire in your chest reduced to embers. You climbed past him to the middle of the bed, trying valiantly not to touch either twin. In the middle of the mattress, you laid straight as a board, as still as a stone. You would not so much as lean in one of their directions. Sleep evaded you. To pass the time, you counted each divot in the ceiling. You were well into the hundreds when Fred finally spoke. “Do you love him?” Your body remained still as stone. “Yes.” A while passed before he asked his next question. “Do you love me?” Only a second passed. “Yes.” Under the blankets, Fred’s hand found yours. “Then we’ll figure it out.”

George was trying his hardest to pretend to be asleep, but you could see through him. The rises and falls of his chest were too uneven. With your other hand, you found his. Tears pricked at your eyes. “I love you, George.” He didn’t say anything, the only indication he even heard you the slight tremor in his fingers. “George, please look at me. I love you.”

He groaned, a deep broken sound crawling from his soul. He turned on his side, hand still clutching yours. Your tears fell freely, Fred’s hand giving yours a reassuring squeeze. “I love you.”

“Fuck, I love you, too” he cried out. The mask was gone, leaving a broken, hurting George in its wake. “I hate how much I love you. I would die for you. Fucking hell, I would kill for you, love. I would snuff the life out of someone with one spell if they hurt you.”

You released yourselves from both of them and pushed yourself upright, facing both your soulmates. “I love you both. So much I think I’ll die if I’m without you. I’m yours - heart and soul.” You took Fred’s hand and placed it atop its matching mark on your face. He shuddered at the touch. George’s arm instinctively wrapped around you, holding you against him by his own mark. “My soul will forever be yours.”

You pulled Fred closer, kissing him hesitantly. After a moment, his hesitation faded and he kissed you hungrily, groaning at the touch. George peppered the back of your neck with kisses, holding you taught against his chest. Then, you turned to him, meeting your lips to his. Fred took your distraction to pull his shirt off, tugging on yours immediately after. George released you for a moment to help remove your shirt, then his. His lips were back on yours the moment they were off, relishing each soft moan he knew he caused.

Fred's hands wandered from your stomach to back, eventually unclipping your bra and throwing it across the room. You giggled, before turning your attention back to him. You pushed back into George's lap, who immediately held you firmly against him. Fred crawled to you, capturing your lips in his once more. You pulled at his jeans until he finally took pity and helped you take them the rest of the way off. He removed yours next and you shivered at the cold. You weren't cold for long before Fred pulled you against him, allowing George to remove his last articles of clothing. He was the first fully bare, and sprawled himself against the headboard, waiting for your attention to return to him.

It quickly did. Fred bit your earlobe before whispering into it. "Go over to him." You crawled over to him, straddling him. Only the thin fabric of your underwear separated him from you. The sound of Fred ripping off the last bit of his clothing filled the air before he sank back into the bed behind you. His hands canvassed your form, touching every inch of you.

Slowly, you began to rock against them.

George immediately grabbed onto your hips, grinding you further against him. His groans were low and filthy, making your chest flush from nerves and need. You needed them both. And you needed them right fucking now.

You pushed yourself off of George and stared into his eyes, before turning to Fred. "I want you to fuck me." "Which one of us, baby?" Fred asks, already breathing heavy. "Both of you. I need both of you." "Okay, princess. Come here. You can put your mouth on me and Freddie can take you from behind," George suggested, pulling you back towards him. "He's never felt your pussy, baby. And I think he needs to." You nod, kicking off your last piece of clothing. You settle between his thighs, keeping your legs spread and ass up for Fred. His hands are already on you, running from your back to the bottoms of your legs. "Good girl," George praises. "Take me when you're ready."

You take his tip first, swirling your tongue around the head. “Fuck,” he groaned, throwing his head back. “You’ve been holding out on me, princess.” You smiled up at him, which pulled an even deeper groan from his throat. You took him deeper within your mouth, focused entirely on pulling more moans from him. Right now, with him beneath you, he was entirely in your control. An entire string of curses fell from his lips when you finally quickened your pace. His fingers sunk into your hair, surely pulling it into knots.

"Doing so good, pretty girl," Fred praises you, fingers running up and down your back. "You're gonna take me, too, now." You shudder in anticipation, widening your eyes while staring into George's. He used his leg underneath you to kick open your legs more, making it easier for Fred to push into you. He gave you no warning, sinking into you with ease. You moan onto George's cock, pulling an identical moan from him. "That's it, baby," Fred purred, pulling your hips back against him. "Feel so fucking good." The push and pull of Fred behind you cause you to take George deeper and faster, quickly bringing him to the edge.

"I'm gonna cum in your mouth," George warns you. "And you're going to swallow it like a good girl, aren't you, princess?" You nod, fighting back the tears in your eyes from the pure pleasure. Fred presses a finger into your clit, forcing another moan out of you. "Shit, baby. I'm gonna cum" George warns again. "She's close, too," Fred adds. "Her pussy's fucking pushing me out." "Make her cum first," George orders, taking another fistful of hair. "Need to feel her moans." He pushes your legs apart once more, giving Fred a deeper angle into you. You grind your ass into him, allowing him to bottom out within you. The pressure on your clit deepens and you push into it, moans already spilling filthily from your mouth. "Fuck, that's it," George groans, fucking your face sloppily.

You push deeper onto Fred's hand the same moment he slams you into him, filling you completely. The pressure snaps, your orgasm overtaking you. Your vision blacks as pleasure rips through you. "Shit, she's coming," Fred groans, pace quickening within you. Your pussy squeezes around him, desperate to be filled by him. "Fuck," was the only warning George gave before shooting his cum to the back of your throat, fingers still locked in your hair. Your fingers dug into his thighs as you swallowed and licked the tip of his cock clean. "That's it, princess. I've got you," he praised, pulling you off of his cock and onto his chest. "Taking us so good. Just need to make Freddie cum now." "Shit, I'm close," Fred hissed through clenched teeth. "Flip her over. Need to see her when I cum." George obliged, easily flipping you onto your back. You leaned against him as he peppered kisses over your warmed skin. "Hey, pretty girl," Fred smiled, already sunk back into you. You smiled back at him, already too fucked out to form a coherent thought. "She's gonna cum again," he said, pulling you further against him.

George pushed your head over, opening up your neck to him. He kissed and sucked and bit exactly where you needed him, pulling a new string of need that Fred immediately fucked out. Your back arched against George, who pulled you right back to him. "You're not going anywhere. Gonna cum again."

Fred pulled his finger away from your clit, causing you to whine. "It's okay, you'll like this even better," he smiled wickedly before whispering a wandless charm. When he pressed his finger back to your clit, it was vibrating faintly. "Holy shit," you gasped, pushing harder into him. Your pleasure was building again, and you needed him. Needed both of them. "Touch me," you begged George, looking deeply into his eyes. "Where?" he asked, eyes softening. "Everywhere," you begged, pulling him into a kiss. He obliged, positioning himself over your body. His left hand cradled your head while the other ran trails up and down the rest of you. "Good girl," Fred praised, pushing deeper into you. "Cum for me, baby."

The band of tension in your core snapped, every nerve in your body feeling its electricity. You tried to curl up within yourself, but both your soulmates held you firm. "Fuck, shit, fuck," Fred cursed, your orgasm drawing out his own. He pulled his hand away, removing the charm before pulling you against him. For a while, you sat like that, wedged tightly between both of them, with Fred still inside you. For the first time in your life, you felt whole. You'd thought you felt whole with each of them, but it was nothing like this. This was what everyone meant when they said it was just different with your soulmate. You could've spent the rest of eternity trapped within their embrace.

When Fred finally pulled out of you and the three of you fell against the mattress, they still refused to let you go. You fell asleep in the arms of them both - sated and so fucking happy.

***

(A/N: I had planned for this to be the last part, but now I need to write the rest of the family meeting the twins' soulmate. So stay tuned for part 7, hehe)

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[apollosgiftofprophecy]

Could you analyze Thalia's relationships with the twins?

Thalia has a very unique relationship with both Artemis and Apollo.

We'll start with Apollo, since he's the one she (indirectly) interacts with first, in The Diary of Luke Castellan.

She meets Halcyon Green, son of Apollo, and a seer who was cursed by Apollo for revealing the future, even though Apollo warned - and I quote - that doing so would "anger the gods".

I won't go into detail on Apollo's end of this, because @fearlessinger has already made a BANGER of a post discussing Apollo and Halcyon Green, so go check that out if you haven't already!

With this in mind, you'd think Thalia would be less eager about meeting Apollo face-to-face for the first time. Instead, though...

"Wow," Thalia muttered. "Apollo is hot." "He's the sun god," I said. "That's not what I meant." - Chapter 4, The Titan's Curse

Of course, out of universe, this is very likely because Rick wrote TTC first and Diary later, but in-universe, it's interesting the think about - especially when we look at what Halcyon tells Luke, and ergo Thalia about finally understanding what Apollo meant.

Luke takes it the wrong way. He ends up solidifying his resentment towards Hermes, towards the gods, which leads him down his dark path.

Thalia, however...I believe she took it a different way.

He took back the book and wrote, You have an important future. Your choices will change the world. You can learn from my mistakes, continue the diary. It might help you with your decisions. “What decisions?” I asked. “What did you see that scared you so badly?” His pen hovered over the page for a long time. I think I finally understand why I was cursed, he wrote. Apollo was right. Sometimes the future really is better left a mystery. - The Diary of Luke Castellan

Now, Thalia can't see what Hal is writing here, but I think she's smart enough to pick up on the context clues. She wouldn't be able to get the full picture, but but she knows that; 1) Hal was scared of the vision he had of Luke; and 2) He's written something about Apollo, and Luke is disagreeing with him on it.

Putting those together, Thalia no doubt concluded that Hal's figured out why he was cursed, or at the very least has understood something about the gods, and about Apollo in particular.

I don't think she came to this conclusion quickly though. After all, she would no doubt have a hard time believing that something truly bad was in both of their futures - but what about when she comes back from the tree? And finds out that Hal's prediction had come true?

She was likely upset he hadn't warned them, probably stewed in her anger for a while, before really thinking about it.

And in doing so, I think she came to the conclusion that Hal had learned what Apollo warned him of - that sharing the future can have disastrous consequences. So I think, because of Hal's understanding, and armed with her own about the future he told her and Luke of, she came to understand Hal, and therefore Apollo's perspective.

Warning them likely wouldn't have helped. That's how prophecies work. If something - like the Great Prophecy - is destined to happen, then it will. Hal learned this, and took it to heart by not telling Luke and Thalia, because it would only cause more damage - it would throw everything out of balance.

So Thalia is free to make remarks about how hot Apollo is lol And get called out on it by Apollo in The Dark Prophecy lmao

gosh i love these two. siblings!!

yes yes i know apollo "flirted" with her but 1) he immediately reminds her that they are siblings and ergo tells her there's no chance he'll go for her and 2) yes he does make that one comment about her in TDP, but again, he's trying to prove to us the reader that he's a horrible person and as you can see in TTT, he makes absolutely ZERO remarks when they meet again because he's dropped the facade by then. critical thinking is a virtue <3

As for Artemis, we have much less to go on here. But I'll try!!

Thalia only joins the Hunt to escape the prophecy. Which is why I think she'll eventually leave because it was a choice of convenience but we're not talking about that today. However, we DO know that Thalia is close to Artemis not only because she's the lieutenant, but also because Thalia has seen Artemis split between her and Diana during Apollo's trials! I doubt Artemis would allow most of her Hunters to see her like that, but Thalia does! So that's cool.

However...I don't think Thalia would see eye-to-eye with Artemis on Olympus, and ergo Zeus it always comes back to #REVOLUTION doesn't it? lol So I think that is where there will be contention, because Thalia would NOT side with the side that stagnates - she would be on the side that wants change for the better.

She did not join Luke because he went the completely wrong way about it. He abandoned her, and Annabeth, and the rest of their family - the demigods - by following Kronos, and endangering their family. By forgetting who he promised to stick by.

Not Thalia. She has gone through too much to forget such a thing. She will not forget who her family is, even if she has lost so much of it. Even if it will cause a division within the ranks of her sisters

Because Thalia loves her family.

[always-andromeda]

Normally I would stay out of things that don’t involve me whatsoever. And I still very much believe that. But if I can use my voice to say one thing, I want to at least try to make a productive impact. No "read more" tab because I don't care if this long ass post clogs up dashboards.

I didn't read the fanfic at the center of all of this. But I was mutuals with the person who wrote it. And I grew up around people who felt all sorts of ways about the confederate flag. For example, I had a friend with a military husband who thought it was just fine and dandy to hang one up in his home under the guise that it was a symbol of "heritage" and all sorts of other vague explanations that danced around the racially insensitive history of the flag. It was this incident, amongst many others, that led to my friend divorcing said husband. I remember a lot of people in our social circle telling her she was overreacting when it happened instead of questioning why in the fuck her partner would be so jazzed about displaying such a flag in his space to begin with.

I bring this up because this is exactly how alt-right ideologues get away with a lot of their bigotry. They love using covert symbols and phrases as a thin veil for their hatred; that is the point of a dog whistle. It is meant to signal to others in their space that hey, I ascribe to this harmful set of beliefs without tipping off the general public. Because they know that the general public isn't likely to accept a lot of their disgusting ideas when they say them outright.

So they have to gently pepper them into everyday society.

Put a string of seemingly unrelated numbers or abbreviations in your social media bios.

Throw out an "innocuous" hand gesture and say, "But it just means that my heart goes out to you!! 🥺"

Write a throwaway detail into your fanfic about a confederate flag being in a fictional character's home as if it is another piece of set dressing.

While this isn't me theorizing that the mutual who posted the original fanfic was some secretly alt-right weirdo, I do want to illustrate how easy it is. Because these ideas extend outside of just fandom communities.

I always believe in giving people the benefit of the doubt. Some people simply do not know what these symbols mean. And while that is valid, that is also a privilege that black and brown people are often not afforded; a privilege that many people of color in our community have been screaming at us about for an extremely long time. On top of that, is it that same benefit of the doubt, that plausible deniability, that allows bigotry to unfurl it's tentacles and infiltrate even the most well meaning of spaces. Those alt-right weirdos prey on our ignorance to normalize and oftentimes even defend these concepts.

So if there's anything I can impart on my well-meaning white mutuals, it's to educate yourself. Being anti-bigotry and anti-fascist isn't an outfit you take on and off at will. You aren't those things simply because you say you are. These are things we have to put work into and actually prove. We have to read more, talk more, question more, and put a conscious effort towards being more understanding people. Listen to people of color when they are telling you that there is a real fucking problem with racism in fandom spaces. But, in the same breath, do not automatically default to relying on the black and brown folks around you to educate you every single time something like this occurs.

I know that most of you people are incredibly intelligent and probably very well meaning. Hell, even me trying to appeal to those of us who are "well meaning" feels so icky and performative. But this isn't the time to be appealing to bigotry itself either. It is the time to be arming ourselves with information and huddling around the people of color in our communities who are regularly being viciously attacked and gaslit for speaking out about these things.

I know that we are all capable of so much better than this bullshit. Please, don't just hold each other accountable when shit finally hits the fan and pat yourselves on the back for being such wonderful allies. Listen to people of color the first time around and put in the work to educate yourself.

[natsredbra]

Today I actually woke up feeling a little better :) I ate all my breakfast and haven't thrown anything up yet, that's a small victory

To celebrate this we're going to fuck Natalie with our longest, thickest strap-on🤭 she'd be so needy and whimpering, clawing and scratching at your back, letting out the cutest little sounds as she wraps her legs around your waist, rolling those beautiful eyes and throwing her head back in a silent moan as the bulbous tip repeatedly hits that special spot inside her.

I don't think Natalie is the type to scream and moan outrageously, I believe she is more the type to let out little gasps and breathy grunts when she is the one fucking you with the strap on or soft, husky little moans and sweet, needy whimpers when she is the one being fucked <3 the same applies if you are giving each other mutual pleasure.

I also think she likes it rougher when she's the one fucking you, but she's obviously not opposed to being all sweet and gentle with you if that's what you need at the time😩 However, when the roles are reversed and you're the one fucking her, I think she'd like a gentle middle ground between rough and gentle, with slow but strong and deep thrusts, or maybe just something gentler in general.

She loves the mating press, both being put in one and doing it to you♡ mocking your needy state and saying something stupid like "I can see my dick in your damn stomach. Do you feel that baby? It's so fucking sexy" while gently pressing on your stomach (sometimes there's no bulge in your stomach at all, she just wants to mess with you a little). God help her if you did the same to her, because this girl would turn into a damn strawberry she'd be so red and shy...it would probably be enough to make her squirt because I'm a big believer that Natalie would be a squirter (at least after 1 or 2 good orgasms)

(English is not my first language. I thought it would be important to say because I know that sometimes I get confused and make spelling mistakes.)

-🌺

Natalie & strap headcanons

Receiving:

Natalie loves any and all positions

But especially mating press and doggy

And it depends on the mood

When she feels more intimate, maybe after a nice date or a few glasses of wine, she prefers any position in which she can breathe into your mouth

Wrapping her legs around your hips, and scratching your back absolutelyyyy!

She’s trying so hard to get you as close as possible, literally wants to become one

What we see canonically in the show, she likes dirty talk (as long as you’re into it and reciprocate)

Fucks back onto youuu!! This girl is NOT a pillow princess by any means, even though you usually top her (sorry guys Nat is a switch vers w a sub lean)

On that note, she loves to ride

Rides you until she can’t hold herself up!!

And yes…….Natalie’s a squirter

As you said, I’m sure she’s pretty quiet, just letting out small whines and huffs, but it is painted ALL over her face how good she feels

And when she’s about to squirt she frantically taps your arm (or wherever she can reach)

Makes big puddles too!

So like…do invest in a leather couch

Probably has the wettest pussy in the world in general

And was very embarrassed of it

But it quickly faded once she saw how much you loved it

Bush too

And let me tell you, she has amazing stamina- like girl will gush her soul out and start crying if you don’t keep going

But pace wise, I do also agree she likes it slow and hard

She needssss the sensual bit to finish (with a strap at least, when you scissor her and you’re on top, you gotta go fast)

Also rolling her eyes……..why did you put that in my head you heathen

If you’re going rough on her- like properly rough, you’re gonna have to ask her first

Cause most of the time she won’t enjoy it ask much (not that she can’t take it, it’s just less stimulating)

Sometimes even asks you herself, if she’s had a bad day or is stressed

That is when you fuck her from behind

The whole deal, tying up her hands, pushing her head into a pillow and fast, deep thrusts

Sometimes you’ll have to lick her to finish her off, she really asks for that whole ordeal just to let off steam

Giving:

So…

I imagine she’s only been with men before you

And she’s overly confident when you first give her the strap

But let me tell you, she won’t know what to do with it in the beginning

Which is obviously totally fine and normal, rest assured you are more then willing to teach her

And once you do it’s ON

She asks to dick you down at least five times a week by Tuesday

She’s a quick learner, let me tell you that

Only took her a couple of times to figure out what pace, spots and positions make you see stars

Early on, she’s very scared to hurt you

It’s very vanilla, pretty much just getting you off

Once she loses control just a little and pulls out immediately

When you ask her what’s wrong, she frantically apologizes and is on the verge of tears

She’d literally do anything in the world but hurt you

And when you reassure her you liked it……it’s on again but 5x more

Plays around with everything you let her

Dirty talk on a wholeeee other level

“Can you see this cock in your tummy?” “I love wrecking you baby” “Think you deserve that? Convince me.” “You’re all mine, aren’t you? Yeah you are.” 😵‍💫😵‍💫

She prefers fucking you in any position in which she can see your face

It’s so important to her, seeing it contort in pleasure, especially if you’re on the quieter side like her

If you let her tie you up you HAVE signed your death sentence

Will tease you to no end that when she does end up fucking you, it only takes a few minutes for you to finish

She discovers a lot about herself if you suck it…….

Watching you gag on the length, your eyes getting teary and your hair all messed up

Can’t help but fuck your throat

Loves being a brat tamer, it’s so fun to her to see you fall apart little by little

But also, as much as she loves fucking you up, she can be very gentle if that’s what you need

We also see that sex is something that means a lot to her, so it only makes sense

She’s not trying to take advantage of you when you’re upset or anything, it’s just such a special way for her to show intimacy and love as well

Omgomg giving your cunt a little pat when she’s done😭😭

small a/n: i hope you don’t mind that i made this as hcs, and im sorry if it’s a little short but as always, 🌺 your brain is delicious (and my first language isn’t english either, we’ll misspell together)