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insomniumstella · 2 years ago

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as we slowly die (4) | bucky x avenger!reader

summary: Steve’s silly joke happened to inspire the best, or possibly the worst, idea Wanda had ever come up with — send James Buchanan Barnes and y/n on an all-expenses-paid honeymoon in Hawaii. the problem? they cannot stand to be around each other.

warnings: enemies to lovers, forced proximity, explicit language, alcohol consumption, sarcastic!bucky

word count: 4,620

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author's note: i cannot believe we're at chapter four already ahhh. also, thank you for all of the love and support, it means the world! this series has been too much fun to write. i cannot wait until we get to the end, if you've peeped at the playlist you might've noticed some steamier songs on the bottom for the last chapter — i fear they've given me too many ideas haha

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The third day in Maui had started eerily serene. Dreamy, as if she had not yet abandoned the vivid scenarios and vibrant colors her mind had created.

She had woken up in the early hours of morning alone, with the warm sun rays that had managed to sneak past the blinds and into the bedroom dancing across her exposed skin. Furthermore, the suite’s temperature had been adjusted and the faint buzzing of the AC resembled the most glorious of music. James gave in to my complaints, she had realized, have pigs started flying too?

He had not, however, bothered to leave a note before leaving, and she had not taken the trouble, or cared enough, to text his work phone and uncover the soldier’s whereabouts.

The suite had a Nespresso machine with a delightful selection of coffee pods, and, as y/n lounged on the terrace, cozily curled up on one of the chairs, she couldn’t help but indulge in the faint sounds of the onshore breeze and bitter smell of coffee. She closed her eyes, committing the blissful moment to memory, and stored it deep within the chaos of her thoughts for far scarier and inevitably more uncertain times than a false honeymoon with an insufferable sergeant.

It would’ve been perfect if not for the tinges of anxiety at the pit of her stomach. Last night, she had been convinced that she was in desperate need of Steve’s advice, and, in some ways, she was. He could provide help, but could the woman convince Captain America to lie? Would he trust y/n’s instincts enough to stay silent if James admitted to reopening Elijah’s case? Shit, she realized, dragging a palm across her face out of irritation for allowing one major detail to slip past her plans.

On one hand, she could let go of the idea that James had contacted Steve, but on the other — Steve would skin them both if he found out they had begun reinvestigating Elijah Williamson. Mark Basso, the person she craved to probe, had never been tied to the politician, as far as y/n was aware, but Steve wouldn’t need to suddenly possess Wanda’s magic to miss a blatant lie. There had to be a way to obtain information without arousing suspicions.

Wanda had been on probation since the destruction of a building complex in Paris. Natasha had left for a mission in Singapore before the Maui trip and would, lamentably, return after. Tony would be no better than Steve if he found out James and she had gone against the wishes of the justice system and the FBI.

Sam, she scoffed at her absurdity for excluding The Falcon, Sam would know what to do.

The coffee had been long forgotten by the time she gathered the courage to text Sam’s number. Perhaps her concerns had been for nothing. Sam was a righteous man, yes, but he was also y/n’s floormate, and the two would often find themselves in the middle of trouble. The fun, laugh-until-we-can’t-breath kind of trouble. Though it was not the foundation of their bond, the pair’s mutual dislike towards James had led to countless nights of free-flowing tequila and extensive conversations. Sam was a compassionate friend and an incredible soldier who, unlike the captain, trusted y/n’s abilities and judgment entirely. It was never Steve who she had needed. Sam had been the answer all along.

BEST AVENGER: Sam! I’m in desperate need of a favor.

BEST AVENGER: I’ll do whatever you want.

SAM THE MIGHTY FALCON: anything?

BEST AVENGER: ANYTHING.

Anything was not a word she’d often use when it regarded offers, but if he’d gather the information she needed to prove her theory, there was a slim chance of y/n performing anything Sam wanted of her.

SAM THE MIGHTY FALCON: I want my laundry washed, ironed, and folded for the next month.

Except for that. She had bribed Rhodey to do laundry for her years ago. It had been surprisingly easy, considering he enjoyed a particular Portuguese dessert, and y/n, as a fan of pastel de nata herself, had the best spots in New York to obtain said dessert memorized. Rhodey would receive a bag of pastéis de nata, and, in return, she’d receive her laundry washed, ironed, and folded week after week. The woman doubted Rhodey would agree to do the same for Sam as the Falcon had been an avid pastéis de nata hater.

BEST AVENGER: we can negotiate the terms when I get back.

SAM THE MIGHTY FALCON: what do you need?

SAM THE MIGHTY FALCON: if this is about Thomas, I took him out.

BEST AVENGER: who’s Thomas?

Confusion clouded her features. Thomas, Thomas, she searched her brain for anything until it hit her, fuck. The last few days had been too hectic to remember Thomas, the compound’s weaponry assistant, inviting y/n out on a date to a nearby dive bar with incredible appetizers and dirt-cheap cocktails. The bar would never be treated as the best place for dates, but she had fallen in love with it, including Jennifer, the bartender, who’d ring her vodka Red Bulls as single-shot cocktails and pour two shots in the concoctions instead.

BEST AVENGER: never mind, except for the part of you TAKING HIM OUT?!

SAM THE MIGHTY FALCON: on a date.

SAM THE MIGHTY FALCON: it was a manly date. We drank beer and ate nachos. Watched a football game. He’s a pretty cool guy. Why’d you ghost him?

BEST AVENGER: what is a ‘manly’ date?

BEST AVENGER: also, I forgot.

SAM THE MIGHTY FALCON: you have to apologize when you get back. I’d love him as a brother-in-law.

SAM THE MIGHTY FALCON: and don’t worry about it.

SAM THE MIGHTY FALCON: I thought you needed a favor?

I should apologize, she silently agreed. Thomas was a man not only kind but beyond funny. She had stayed up for hours to talk to him, and though she had found herself being lectured by James the next day when she could barely keep her eyes open during a meeting, y/n had not regretted the decision. Thomas and his witty jokes had been worth it.

BEST AVENGER: please look up Mark Basso. Send me every file you can find, any photos or security cam footage, especially if he’s near Elijah Williamson.

SAM THE MIGHTY FALCON: Elijah Williamson?

She could almost hear the interest in Sam’s tone as she raked her eyes over the words.

BEST AVENGER: pinky promise to not tell Steve?

SAM THE MIGHTY FALCON: if the laundry will get washed, pressed, and folded for the next month, yes.

Tony might give into y/n’s innocent eyes and distressed monologue of ‘we need to hire a housekeeper, so the world can get saved’. He had to because she texted Sam back without giving the action much consideration.

BEST AVENGER: fine.

Sam’s reply came several minutes later, proving the minor of her concerns.

SAM THE MIGHTY FALCON: wanna tell me the reason why you’re interested in a former HYDRA operative?

She did, except there was no way to reveal her outrageous theory of Elijah Williamson and Mark Basso without terrifying Sam, so the only response she could think of sending was limited to a short and simple —

BEST AVENGER: no.

It was deep into the evening when she had abandoned the suite.

The single time James had returned, y/n had been on the terrace, basking in the sun and scanning over the room service’s options; he had disappeared as hastily as he had come. It shouldn’t have bothered the woman, she had tried to not let his behavior disturb her peace, and yet … it did.

A sole greeting would’ve sufficed, an acknowledgment, whether surly or amicable, would’ve lifted the weight off her heart, but James had chosen radio silence as his weapon. It had been a foolish mistake to wonder whether something between them had changed.

It had not.

She needed a break from the break or the vacation Wanda had fooled her into.

Wanda and Steve would decidedly receive a lengthy monologue of ‘what the fuck were you two thinking by sending James and me on a fucking honeymoon in Hawaii’ when she got back. She had always refrained from cussing too much when Steve was in earshot, but desperate times allowed desperate measures.

The past two days had been the opposite of y/n’s expectations. Had she expected margaritas, scorching sun, and below-average pizza in the 24/7 lounge? Yes. Had she foreseen being roped into the eminently criminal lives of Elijah Williamson, Mark Basso, and the unfathomable reason why would the two take interest in Steve Rogers? She would’ve predicted a truce with James Buchanan Barnes before she had anticipated the disaster. Or sex. She would’ve envisioned sex with James before she would’ve forecasted the mess they had gotten into. Not that y/n would ever want to have James naked, sweaty, and hot from sinful activities, of course. Absolutely no.

She forced her mind to return to the problem at hand. Steve Rogers was an intriguing man, a mere science experiment in the forties, a true hero in modern times, and crowds of people desired to meet him. However, a corrupted politician and a former HYDRA officer? As soon as they had entered the suite after enduring the yacht party, she had wondered whether it was a lighthearted chat over a beer they’d want from him, and each thought had led to the answer of definitely not. She had also pondered over Bucky and his muscular arms, but that she’d rather not remember, for the shame would consume her whole. Get a grip, she had scolded herself then.

Mark Basso and Elijah Williamson as formal acquaintances would be the best-case scenario. The worst scenario she could conceptualize had been Mark and Elijah hoping to recreate the super soldier serum. It had been the fall of HYDRA, and it would be poetic for it to be the beginning of a new wave of criminals. It’d also explain Elijah’s interest in The Winter Soldier rather than in James.

That was her final theory — Elijah and Mark desired to produce super soldiers. She had decided it was far better than James’s ‘HYDRA exists’. It only needed the answer as to what the two had been planning on using the super soldiers for and what crimes had they already committed. And proof. It desperately needed evidence.

Sam had confirmed Mark to be a HYDRA operative, but he had also observed that Mark had been marked as deceased. He had gone through heaps of files, each identifying the man as deceased or missing, dating back to seven years ago. She hoped Sam would find the footage from the gala in Germany. It had taken place two years ago, she was certain, for she had attended. The database had to contain fraudulent documents.

Sam had a unique method to the madness, but y/n trusted him on the field, and she trusted him to meticulously search through complex databases. He’d contact her soon, and, in the meantime, the perfect opportunity had presented itself. It was as if her intuition had led y/n to a secluded area on the beach just south of The Maui Resort.

She trailed after the sound of music, ducking palm leaves. The sun had long fallen, and the icy touch of the sand clawed at her bare feet. Jordan, the woman remembered, the party’s tonight. She would not describe her worn-out tee and tiny shorts as party attire, but it’d have to do.

“Hi!” Jordan abandoned the lounge chair, weaving around people on the bamboo deck. “She remembered.” She had not realized their height difference until he was standing in front of the woman, looking down at her with a boyish grin. “I’m glad you’re here.”

“Hi.” She returned the grin, studying his drunken expression. “I like the braids.” It was an honest compliment, and she returned his embrace when he hugged her as a thank you.

“Appreciate it.” His smile showcased his teeth this time. “I like the shirt.”

“Thank you.” She spun around to showcase the vintage AC/DC tee she had thrifted almost four years ago and cocked her head to the side. “I don’t usually wear oversized tees to parties, but it might’ve been the correct choice.” Playfulness colored her tone as she referred to his bare chest and lounge shorts.

“It was.” The boy nodded. Though he had mentioned recently turning twenty-four during the anniversary dinner, she decided he’d do a great job at blending in as an ordinary freshman at college. It might’ve been his carefree attitude at the core of it all.

“Mmmh,” she watched him through hooded eyes, holding his stare before her eyes dipped lower.

His skin was scattered with tattoos, intricate art pieces, and tiny doodles adored most of his upper body, resting on the lean muscle of his biceps, adonis belt, and pecks. The ink was on the verge of blending into the golden brown of his skin, creating a strikingly beautiful contrast.

“Let me get you a drink,” Jordan’s hand slid to the small of y/n’s back as he led her further into the backyard, “can I get you a drink?” He questioned, flashing another grin when she perched on the terrace’s wide railing. Hints of cockiness had infiltrated his tone.

“Yes, please.”

James had zero recollection of the path he had taken to wind up at an unfamiliar house. One moment he had been at the Hale ‘A bar, drowning his solicitudes in dirty martinis, and the other, his own body had stopped listening to his commands, leading the way against Bucky's wishes.

Fairy lights bled a soft glow onto the cozy couches and the tiny kitchen on the first floor of the house. The backyard was decorated with lights too, James could see through the window, from where he was sprawled out on the cushions. His body had taken him to The Maui Resort’s staff party, a place in which he shouldn't have been, yet decided upon staying in anyway.

This morning he had woken up at the crack of dawn, laying motionless as he listened to y/’s shallow and uniform breathing. He had taken a peak at the woman, her figure deep in peaceful slumber, before slipping into the bathroom and swiftly abandoning the suite altogether.

James had silently cursed himself out for the heavy silence between them. It was, partially, on him, but she had not made an effort to text him either. Forced conversations had been the norm for years, and yet the pair had strayed far away from the shared standard in the past two days. A line had been blurred, both had sensed it. Perhaps he had been a fool to indulge in fictitious hope of the relationship between them ever shifting. The two were not destined to become friends, James would never want to be friends. It was best they stayed somewhat professional, balancing on the line of nemeses and cordial co-workers.

“You look like a gin and tonic kind of guy,” a redhead pushed a drink into his flesh hand, “god,” she sighed, plopping next to him, “I hope you’re a gin and tonic kind of guy.”

James was a Thor’s Asgardian ale kind of gal, favoring the only alcohol, which could effortlessly provide him a pleasant buzz, but the woman’s expression reeked of insecurity, the hue of her eyes overflowing with doubt.

It was evident she found James attractive from the way she’d play with the ends of her fiery waves to the way, she scooted closer and closer until the space between them had vanished. Though James didn’t move a muscle to push her away, the closeness between him and the stranger was fairly uncomfortable. It had been more relaxing to have y/n, the last woman he’d think of for such an occurrence, sit on his lap. Her sun-kissed skin had been remarkably soft against the soldier’s, her thighs a perfect weight to rest atop his own, her nimble fingers subconsciously drawing patterns on his forearms the most peculiar of comfort. Get a grip, James, he winced at the direction his mind had taken, you cannot find y/n attractive.

“I am,” James lied through his teeth, wondering whether the woman had recognized him as the Winter Soldier.

“Good,” she nodded, propping a bent arm on the couch’s backrest. “You look awfully familiar,” the redhead drained half her drink, “have we met before?”

James sincerely hoped they haven’t, for it would mean she had encountered the version of him James preferred to keep under wraps these days.

“I doubt it.” He shrugged, staring at her.

She was an undoubtedly gorgeous woman, and she wanted him. The redhead desired James, and it was the strangest emotion. He could never sweep his past as a ruthless assassin under the rug. She, presumably, had not identified James as such, and yet he couldn’t allow himself to believe she, or most women for that matter, would crave him.

Except for y/n. He had permitted himself to accept that y/n had wanted him by the way she had repeatedly clenched her thighs on the god-forsaken boat. It might've been delusional, he understood, but if she had not squirmed in his lap for the reason of lust, what else could it have been?

Anxiety, you big buffoon, James scolded himself. The disgraceful thoughts of y/n would one day be the end of him, and the soldier feared the day might be closer than he could envision.

“Maya!” A deeper voice rang through the room. It was Jordan, the waiter, James recognized, who was leaning against the doorframe. “Where are the mics?”

The redhead jumped from the couch, rummaging through a woven basket before waving two microphones in the air. James stared at the man, attempting to distinguish the figure behind him. He could not see the person’s face, but dread washed over James as soon as the woman giggled.

“I love karaoke,” she admitted, drunkenly holding onto his waist, “can we sing Life Is A Highway?” The sound, which slipped past y/n's lips, was muffled, and James guessed she had rested her face against the waiter's exposed back.

Jordan stepped aside, reaching back to catch y/n's forearms in his tattooed hands before he tugged her in his direction to clear the doorway and make room for someone else, a guy less intoxicated.

"Jordan!" A sound from the deck slithered inside. "I think you two should stop with the drinks!" He called out, popping his head into the room to rake his eyes over Jordan's figure once more before disappearing.

"Alright!" Jordan called after him and focused his attention on y/n, a lazy smirk painting his expression. "Yes, we can," he squatted down to mess with the TV, a tangle of cables, and the pair of microphones, "and we should."

Though the house, both inside and out, was crowded, she’d undeniably notice James, cheeks flushed, shirt wrinkled from when he had hurriedly dressed in the morning without ironing the clothing article. Unless, of course, the state of her mind was beyond heavy tipsiness and bordered on harsh intoxication.

“It’s only the best song ever,” She giggled again, leaning against a dresser, her eyes fixated on Jordan’s hunched form.

James had never seen y/n loosen up as if the world outside the territory of the staff house did not exist. As if every single one of her worries held no weight at that moment. As if he was not sitting just a couple feet away from her, the redhead breaching his personal space, her head lazily resting on his flesh shoulder. She wouldn’t care, he thought, why should I?

“Lick It Up by KISS is a close second,” Jordan chuckled when the karaoke app on the TV belatedly turned on, the screen glowing dark purple. “Right above You Shook Me All Night Long by AC/DC.” He offered her a microphone.

The woman took it without hesitation, turning her back to James entirely.

“You did shake me all night long,” yet another giggle slipped past her lips, her drunken movements far slower than customary, “and I loved it.”

James had zero clue of what the comment could reference.

“C’mon,” Jordan chuckled, clicking on Life Is A Highway in the app, “it was the least I could do after that bastard husband of yours abandoned the anniversary dinner.” He narrowed his eyes, lost in the memory. "I suppose he did show up, but what kind of a man is almost an hour late to meet his wife for a celebratory evening?"

“No!” Maya, the redhead next to James, gasped. “Are you married?”

She stayed silent for a beat longer than she should’ve. “Yes," the innocent piece of fiction rolled off y/n's tongue.

“And your husband missed a fourth wedding anniversary celebratory dinner?” It was a mess of a sentence, but James had a sober idea the gin and tonics were to blame.

“Partly,” she replied, gawking at the TV — the track was about to play, "he arrived late on purpose and,” she blurted out before the white letters had the chance to turn yellow, indicating it was her time to sing, “I’m considering a divorce.”

It was apparent the two had either consumed more alcohol than their limits supported or were too preoccupied with one another and the karaoke to notice James, the abhorrent husband, sprawled out on the sofa.

"How can a man get married," Jordan commented, eyes glued on the screen in front of him, right arm loosely draped across y/n's shoulders, "and treat his wife in such an outrageous way is beyond me."

"Agreed," James chimed in, exhausting the red plastic cup of the gin and tonic, "the husband is a jerk." The sound of his voice was louder, bolder.

She didn't notice his presence or, perhaps, she did, and solely pretended to miss Bucky's distinct tone. Perhaps Life Is A Highway had consumed y/n's attention, too. James would've never deemed her as a great singer, but then again, he had never heard y/n sing, the man observed as she stayed on key, effortlessly hitting all of the notes.

It was only Maya, who acknowledged James, mumbling a low “mmmh.”

Jordan's hand snaked down to y/n's waist, and James averted his gaze to silence the ugly emotion some tended to describe as jealousy.

"I found a water bottle in the mini-fridge," his voice was a meek sound in the night's wind, "placed in on the bedstand in case you'd need it," she didn't speak when he dropped into an empty seat on the suite's terrace beside her, "you look rough."

You look rough, she replayed the remark in her head and chuckled, surrendering into Bucky's sarcasm, for it was an understated statement. The staff party, while fun, had not been kind on y/n's appearance, though the woman couldn't care less as the memories, if she could remember any in the morning, had been worth it. The night had been rich in alcohol, music, and dance.

A silence settled between the pair. She sought to establish a description best fit for the stillness, yet every acceptable name would die on the tip of y/n's tongue.

The moment sanctioned James an opportunity to forget life outside Maui. To care for y/n by ensuring she had water and a brisk bedroom to sleep in. To abandon the emotions, she had been familiar with and showcase his inner self that had never desired war in the first place.

It was James who disturbed the peace, "have you always been carefree, or have I been too big of an asshole to notice?"

She laughed, the sound of it boisterous and genuine. "I am everything, but carefree," her tone was firm, calculated, mournful even, "but the world continues moving forward as we slowly die."

Carefree was a foreign word in her vocabulary. The woman had not been a carefree agent nor a carefree friend, always concerned over problems that were not her own. Her heart had always been y/n's greatest strength and worst weakness, she realized, staring into Bucky's curious eyes. It might be the vodka speaking, she considered, but I could be nicer to James. In the past, she'd rather perish into dust than involve herself in anything regarding the soldier.

"We are dying," he observed, "every last one of us."

"It's the cruel truth of the universe," she nodded, bringing her knees to rest on the woven chair, "we experience living in parallel with death." It was the harshest of jokes. "If I notice a rare opportunity to melt away stress and lift the weight of saving the world off of my shoulders, why wouldn't I take it?" The question was one of the rhetorical kind.

The burden of rescuing the world and its residents would inevitably break y/n into unsalvagable pieces one day, but, it was also a remarkable reason to push forward.

"When I sneeringly suggested we kiss yesterday," the corners of his mouth turned up into a weak smile, "it wasn't an invitation."

The woman gasped, amusement glimmering in her eyes, and spoke before James could clarify the sentence, "I would never take it as such."

"Outstanding," he cocked his head to the side, eyebrows raised in merriment, "but the remark wasn't all sarcasm," his fingers mindlessly picked at the loose strands of the chair's cushion, "I don't hate you."

And there it was — a second observation for y/n to add to her mostly blank image of James Buchanan Barnes. The former soldier was vulnerable, despite his icy exterior suggesting otherwise.

"I don't hate," she began declaring and hastily paused, thinking her next words through, "alright, I do hate you," Bucky's mouth fell open in faux shock, but she continued before he could bite back, "but you break me in training, and you snitch to Tony whenever I drive his stupidly expensive cars, and you bring Rhodey pastéis de nata, so he'd stop doing my laundry," she hiccuped, drunkenly eager to list further reasons.

"It hasn't worked yet," James admitted, "I'd guess there are a lot more arguments for your disdain towards me," the sentence, though not formulated as such, rung through the night as a question.

"You'd be correct. You hid Natasha's favorite suit and blamed it on me. Who does that?" A soft punch landed on his bicep. "That was an exceptionally low blow, Barnes, even for you." Playfulness colored her tone with hints of resentment clinging to it.

"Yes," there was no shame in the sentiment, "but you knew I was lactose intolerant when you switched out the milk."

She giggled under her breath, "oops." The word held no guilt. "Besides, I am James Barnes intolerant."

A tender sigh slipped past his lips, "how about a truce? I carry you to bed, and you never touch my almond beverages ever again?" James suggested, taking notice of y/n's heavy eyelids as she attempted to appear awake.

The answer had not been a sound but rather an action. The woman outstretched her arms, suggesting Bucky's almond milk would remain untainted if her body would soon reach the comfort of the suite's bed.

It did. She had fallen asleep as soon as her figure had ended up in James's arms.

Sleep tight, he thought, retreating back to the couch and abandoning the sinful idea of sleeping beside y/n on the single bed in a massive bedroom, for tomorrow's hangover will be brutal.

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furubabasket · 5 months ago

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(warning: sera critical, sorry)

so. I wish I could love Sera DragonAge (I even romanced her my first playthrough, though I never got past WEWH in that run) but. man. she is just so close-minded. every time I hope she’s going to be mature about something she turns around and says the most reactionary childish thing possible. she’s incredibly judgmental. she actively and vitriolicly avoids anything she’s uncomfortable with (magic, elfyness, spirits, etc.) to a level that is alarming in someone who’s supposed to be a leader and champion for the downtrodden. it comes down to one thing for me: she hates nobles more than she loves people.

and, like! those flaws would be really interesting if we saw more positives from her. and/or if she matured DURING the story instead of getting a supposed emotional growth spurt between DA:I and Trespasser (which I haven’t actually played myself yet, so admittedly I can’t speak on how she is during that DLC), but she doesn’t. we don’t get to point out that she routinely makes messes for the “little people” to clean up, etc. we get to call her crazy and treat her like shit if we want to, but that isn’t what I want! I want to sit down with her and ask her to keep her mouth shut for two seconds while someone with a different experience is talking. I want to ask her if she can please manage to take someone (anything) seriously instead of making a shitty joke about their trauma or calling them crazy. (AKA I miss some of DA:II’s rivalry system.)

I understand why she’s like this. I think it’s interesting. but it makes her insufferable and nonsensical to take anywhere as the face of the Inquisition. where her writing really fails is the way nearly all of our responses to her are (at best) bemused or (at worst) mean—and not “sensibly critical” mean, but “personal attack”/“needlessly cruel” mean. again, we can’t actually call her out on her shit. we can just sort of treat her like a dumb kid and ignore her feelings as completely irrelevant/stupid. which sucks. her feelings matter. even if I think she shouldn’t yell at people and mock them and act generally like a shitty myopic teenager (note: she IS young, but not that young), in order for her to be more mature she has to actually address her feelings and work through them. she has to get comfortable with being uncomfortable and learn how to listen to others respectfully even when she doesn’t agree. our Inquisitor treating her like shit randomly just confirms her hatred of “big people” without any personal growth. again, she hates more than she loves. she hates BECAUSE she loves, supposedly, but the writing should have focused on that love harder if we aren’t meant to find her insufferable and immature.

I just think Sera would be much more enjoyable of a character if we could see her become more levelheaded and/or help her work through some of that personal shit to a deeper level, because during the game she is so mired in her own issues that, for me……. she barely even twitches the needle on the scale from “misanthropic and explosive self-hating teen” to the “chaotic but community-minded resistance organizer” she supposedly is.

#I never kick her out bc I think her point of view is important and also I see no reason to be so fucking mean as to throw her out #and I enjoy roof time with her. She can be very sweet #but when she turns around and says the most cruel shit to someone who should be one of her little people she supposedly cares about? bro.#she’s also terrible to Cole and I GET WHY but she never fucking learns #and tbf I don’t mean that everyone has to act perfect by the end of the game or whatever I just wish we could challenge her more #idk I just had thoughts to throw around #sera critical #dragon age #dragon age inquisition

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that--funny--feeling · 9 months ago

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Like the first time

Two days ago I saw All things and I still have feelings. I liked it so much.

Here's my take on how it went in that missing moment iykyk

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She didn't even remember when she actually fell asleep. One moment she was talking to Mulder about destiny and choices, the next she was feeling his arms wrap around her shoulders and her legs, lifting her off the couch.

«Mulder, what are you doing?» she whispered into his chest with her eyes still half-closed as her blanket slid off of her onto the floor. She hadn't even realized she had it on.

«I'm taking you to bed, Scully.» She heard his voice rumble in his chest. She could feel his heat through his shirt too. It was comforting.

«No… It's late, I have to go home.» she tried to reply weakly, but she didn't even believe her words.

«Don't even try it, Scully.» She imagined him shaking his head. She could have seen it with her own eyes, if only she had opened them. But she was so exhausted. She wondered how he could carry her so easily. She felt so small, wrapped up in his arms. Safe.

Mulder laid her on his bed, under the covers. The sheets must have been just changed because they smelled clean. Scully fully opened her eyes only now and realized that Mulder had already put on his pajamas. Maybe it had been longer than she'd thought since she'd dozed off on the couch.

«Mulder, I've been wearing these clothes since this morning.»

«I can help you with that.» he grinned widely, leaning down on the bed next to her. His smiles were insufferable, but also irresistible. And Scully just didn't have the strength to hold back hers right now.

«And I didn't even go to the bathroom.»

«Mi casa es tu casa.» Mulder indicated his bathroom with a broad hand gesture. «There's still the toothbrush you used the last time in the sink. If you can get past my insane way of closing the toothpaste.» Scully grimaced in response. «And I prepared one of my t-shirts for you as pajamas, if you like.»

Scully caressed his cheek and looked straight into his eyes. He was right, he had only been gone a couple of days, yet it was as if everything had changed. And at the same time as if nothing had changed.

There had always been a part of her that was afraid of making the wrong choices. First she worried about her father's opinion, then Daniel's, then Jack's. Each of them had a precise vision of what her life should have been, of what would have been the most logical path to follow. She had no doubt that Ahab was only behaving that way because he was worried about her and only wanted the best for her, yet it was something that always made her suffer. Daniel, then, had put his entire life onto her, his love for her but also his private dissatisfactions, his professional ambitions, his anxieties, his fears. He thought he knew her, but she had never been sure if he had really gotten to know the Dana of the past, he certainly couldn't have known the one of the present.

And then there was Mulder. That had respected her from the first moment, had always asked her opinion, had trusted her, had supported her in every decision she had made, had helped her save herself more than once, had seen the best and the worst of her, with whom she would even go to hell if he asked her to. With whom she had cried, laughed, discussed cannibalism in the middle of the water, spent sunday mornings in the office talking about flying saucers. With whom she had hoped to have something more and had managed to break the circle that she feared had chained them. She had tasted a passion and a light-heartedness in those months that she had never thought possible before. And with whom she had also lost so much. Even the possibility of a child.

She had always asked Mulder why he didn't stop, why he didn't want to a normal life. But maybe she was the one who didn't want a normal life. She remembered what she had thought during their first case together, as they trembled like leaves in the rain and he had convinced her of his supernatural theory: that she could do this forever.

Maybe the life with him wasn't the one she had imagined as a child. Maybe Ahab wouldn't approved, maybe if Daniel knew what her job really was now he would think she was crazy. But Melissa – God, Melissa. In that moment she missed her more than anything in the world – would have held her hand and hugged her and laughed with her, she was sure of it.

She was exactly where she needed to be. The back of Mulder's head rested against her hand as she caressed him, eyes closed, completely at the mercy of her touch.

He straightened his head and his eyes stared into hers, a faint smile on his lips. «What?» he asked softly, breaking her chain of thoughts.

She shrugged. «I love you» she smiled.

His eyes became serious and stared her for some time. Then the corners of his mouth curved up too. «Oh, brother.» he whispered.

She rolled her eyes, but they were both laughing. «Isn't that what I was supposed to say?» He took her hands in his. «I love you too.»

Scully's heart filled with warmth. She put both hands around his face and kissed him like it was their first time. She had known how Mulder felt for her for a long time, and he had known how she felt too. It wasn't a secret. They had said it silently to each other many times, they had proven it with their actions more times than she could remember at that moment. And just as many times Scully had held back on him, scared of how interconnected their lives were becoming, how much she was depending on him. She was tired of being afraid, she was tired of saying “I'm fine” when she wasn't fine. She wanted to wake up in his arms if she had a nightmare, have breakfast together at the bar, hug each other on the beach, dance with him when she heard a song she liked on the radio, make love all day like teenagers and not just for a few stolen moments.

Mulder returned the kiss and slowly they both entered under the blankets. They made love like it was their first time.

#txf fic #txf #the x files #mulder x scully #fox mulder #david duchovny #dana scully #gillian anderson #msr #txf all things #txf s7 #mulder and scully

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fandomwe1rd0 · 2 months ago

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The Rick and Morty anime is insufferable

Now, just to be clear, I am NOT making fun of anyone who likes the anime! If you like it, that's great! I'm glad that you are able to like it, everyone has different tastes, and I won't hate on you for liking something that doesn't hurt anyone…butttttt that being said, I am going to be VERY harsh towards the anime, so if you like the anime, this probablyyyy isn't the post for you, now if you want to kindly and respectfully disagree with me, then that's completely fine! Now, for everyone that wants to see me hating on this anime, all of my problems and reasons for disliking it under the cut!

Okkkk first off, I am going to say the things I actually like about it!

I like the art style! It feels weird seeing Morty with a neck lol. I like how they kept his big ass head though. The proportions are a little weird, but I feel like it adds to the charm of it in a way

Guys…I FUCKING LOVE THE THEME SONG OH MY GODDDD! I'm ashamed to admit I like it more than the show's theme song. It's just so fucking good and it always gets me hyped even if I know the episode will be bad!

I really like the fluidity of the Tammy and Space Beth fight scene! Like it was fucking awesome! The way it was animated is really good, it made the 2nd episode my favorite actually even if the 2nd episode is still…still not good.

On that note, I feel like they improved Space Beth's character, I mean I didn't really like her in the show, she kinda just felt like Beth (Ik the point she's mean to be like Beth but shush) with no noticable differences besides being ruder. Her getting with domestic Beth is also weird af so I'm glad they ignored that plotline.

And uhm…uhm…I uh…baby Morty was cute andddddd uh…..well….uh….okay onto the cons!

There's like no humor, and even the like, 2 jokes in the first episode weren't funny (The joke about the galactic federation using sex toys as torture toys for clone Rick came off as more uncomfortable than funny to me) and the joke (I think it was a joke?) about Morty clutching his vr helment and crying about how he'll never find love again in the 2nd episode just made me mad, they turned Morty into some pathetic crying helpless baby, but more on that later. Like ik it's meant to be different from the show, but if you're gonna to make an anime verison of a comedy show…it should be funny..even the jokes they do make just…aren't funny.

Too much fan service, ok, ok, ok, before anyone says anything YES I do know that the original show is no stranger to fan service, like in season 6, yes, they did show Rick in a suit, and yes, they did show Rick with 6 packs, but in the show's defense, if you're a show with 71 episodes so far, it's completely fair to have some fan service, but in 4 episodes, their seems to be too much, I mean they show Rick naked twice in the span of 4 episodes, and Morty constantly calling Rick Grandpa (Even with a Rick that didn't want to be called Grandpa) feels a lot like fan service.

Rick and Morty not interacting, this is a big one for me, Rick and Morty are the heart of the show, their dynamic is a huge part of what makes the show great, I mean the show is literally called RICK AND MORTY but they don't interact at all, they did interact in season 4, but it's literally just a few sentences and that's it. I was hoping they would get their own episode but nope! It should be called Morty and Elle because so far they are the only ones that interact a lot. And hohohoh…don't worry….I was absolutely talk about Elle…now again, with the show, Rick and Morty don't interact every episode, and they don't have to, obviously, but if it's a Rick and Morty show, you should set up their dynamic as soon as possible. Even when you see a little bit of their dynamic, it's really bad…literally the best thing about their dynamic is that Rick loves Morty but is scared to show it, but literally in the first minute where they ACTUALLY interact Rick says "Worst case scenario, I just need a strand of your hair to make a clone" ??? WHAT!? I hate that line soooo much. Rick couldn't handle it if Morty died, but here he doesn't care when Morty's life is in danger??? DID THEY EVEN WATCH THE SHOW?? Did they watch a Rickle In Time??? Where Rick literally SACRIFICED HIMSELF FOR MORTY!? Ughhhh I fucking hate that lineeee.

The tone is off. It lacks the energy the original show has, whether you like or dislike the show, you can't deny that it has an unmistakable energy put into it, even with the worst episode, cough RICKDEPEDENCE SPRAY cough there's still a certain energy to it. Like for example, the energy in Rickfending Your Mort always cheers me up when I'm having a day, hyped me up or makes me happier on a good day, but the anime feels so soulless. It lacks the energy. It just feels so tired if that even makes sense. Maybe it the colors or the voices or something, but it lacks the soul and energy that the original show has, like with the show, you can tell that love was put into it, but with the anime, it feels so bland.

It doesn't have to be a Rick and Morty property, now, if this was just some random sci-fi anime, I probably wouldn't care about it, hell, I probably wouldn't even watch it, and that's the point, I feel like the director knew nobody would watch this if it was a random sci-fi anime, but an easy way to get viewers is to use an already popular sci-fi property, that's where Rick and Morty comes in, it doesn't have anything specific that makes it HAVE to be Rick and Morty, like I know the galactic federation is there, and the infinite universe thing, but other than that, there's not a lot of specifically Rick and Morty things it does, I mean nobody's in character, Rick and Morty's dynamic isn't correct, there's no side characters from the original show, hell, I don't think Rick even makes a portal, I don't think we ever saw his portal gun, it could've just been a normal sci-fi anime, it would've still been bad, but it wouldn't be shitting on a show that means so much to me that I love, it doesn't feel like they wanted to make it out of love for the original show, it feels like they wanted to make a sci-fi anime, and wanted a quick way to gain viewers.

The relationships are built very unnaturally, 3 words, show don't tell, that's the main rule in storytelling, I'm just gonna be honest, the relationships in the anime are the prime example of tell don't show, again sorry for comparing it to the show so much, but I just want to show where it fails where the show succeeds, even if I wasn't comparing it to the show, these are still issues if the show wasn't connected to Rick and Morty, it's not bad just in the context of it being a Rick and Morty show, it's bad in general, good? Good. Ok let's move on, in the show, Rick and Morty's dynamic and them caring about each other is built in a very human and natural way, but in the anime, none of the characters have any chemistry, and, an example being Morty and Elle (Fuck you Elle) they tell us Morty feels comfortable and safe Elle, it tells us that Morty and Elle love each other, but it doesn't show it through their interactions, they feel more like friends when they aren't kissing or anything, Elle also kissed Morty without his consent so fuck you Elle!

It doesn't feel like they watched the show. Along with nobody being in character, besides like, maybe Jerry, it doesn't do anything that makes you feel like they watched the show, it's hard to explain, but for example like with Rick and Morty animatics, you can tell they watched the show, but the anime just doesn't have the feel, humor, characters, or really anything to make you feel like they watched and understood the show. Again, I know it's the anime, it's not going to be exactly the same, but it wouldn't hurt for them to make it clear that they watched the show.

The character assassination. Whew this part is gonna be long, buckle in, I'm only going to talk about Rick and Morty, Elle will have her own section (I hate her so fucking much you have no idea)

Rick and Morty are the worst character assassination in the anime. Not all of the characters were assassinated, but they massacred my boys and I will not stand for that.

Rick isn't likable. I'll just say it right here. Rick is amazingly likable in the show and is actually my favorite character. But in the anime, he's just unlikable. Not only does he casually state that he'll just make a clone of his grandson if he dies, but he's an asshole, not in a lovable way, he's so boring, he lacks the chaotic energy that makes Rick entertaining. The thing is, I think he's actually a nihilist which uhm..isn't interesting to watch. He isn't funny, interesting, complex, he doesn't get called out, he doesn't have character development, he's not pathetic, he's no charismatic, he doesn't seem to have a heart, literally everything I like about the original character is gone. They absolutely massacred him.

Morty…oh nooooo! LOOK AT HOW THEY MASSACRED MY BOY! They literally just make him into a pathetic shivering fragile sensitive baby and that's not who he is. It's pathetic. They also make him into a helpless baby who always need someone to hold their hand, mainly Elle, and that's just not who he is. Sure he needs help at times, and of course he cries sometimes, but he isn't just a helpless crying baby who always needs people to do things for him, they try so hard to make him a cute kid, they call him "Grandpa" so many times, even when long-haired Rick didn't want to call him Grandpa, it's just so unnatural.

I FUCKING HATE ELLE OHHH MY GOOOODDD! She makes the animes feel like a self-insert fanfic. Everyone loves her, everyone trusts her, she's strong, pretty, smart, like COME THE FUCK ON! She is a weird mix between a self-insert and mary-sue. There's nothing wrong with her, she's pretty, people love her, she gives the characters the advice they need, she saved Rick and Morty's lives, she's very important to the story, she's the worst of all worlds, she sucks, I HATE HER! She's so annoying, she's actually infuriating. She turns the show into a self-insert fanfic. Actually ALL of the characters feel like they are from a bad fanfic, but I believe that's totally Elle's fault. FUCK ELLE!

Now, I know I'm really harsh towards the anime, but that's because I love Rick and Morty and I want the anime to be great, and I believe it can be great, and I really hope it improves before the seasons ends!

#rick #and #morty #rick sanchez #morty smith #rick and morty #rick c137 #Rick and Morty the anime #Elle #Rick and Morty Elle

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electronickingdomfox · 1 year ago

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"Vulcan!" review

A novel by Kathleen Sky, from 1978. This one was bad, bad, BAD. I'd say it's the worst I've read so far, and I really hope it doesn't get any worse than this. The characters, in particular Spock and McCoy, are sometimes unrecognizable, the barebones plot barely makes any sense, and the (self-insert?) character is really unlikable. At least it's short, so through sheer masochism willpower, I got to read it in record time, to forget it as soon as possible.

Spoilers under the cut:

The Romulan border is shifting, since the magnetic fields that determine the Neutral Zone are being affected by ion storms. Soon, the system of the planet Arachnae will fall under Romulan territory. I mean, it will be rightfully Romulan, simply because of the shifting nature of borders as they're defined. Is Starfleet going to accept this, just as the Romulans would have to accept a natural expansion of the Federation, if it came to happen? Nah! Prime Directive be damned! They send the Enterprise to investigate if there's intelligent life in Arachnae that may be worth to keep in the Federation. (And if there is, then what? Do they start a war? On what basis? Whatever.)

In order to determine if the Arachnae inhabitants (some sort of giant ants) are intelligent or not, they need the help of Dr. Mary Sue Katalya Tremain. A biologist who is so, so brilliant, that Starfleet invented new medals just for her, and whose intelligence surpasses even Spock's. As soon as they learn she's coming aboard, Spock and McCoy start competing for her affection (yes, Spock too) by filling her cabin with gifts and flowers and whatnot. But when she beams aboard, it turns out that Dr. Tremain is actually an insufferable bigot who hates Vulcans, and can't even work with them. She's also a major crybaby that resorts to faking hysteria whenever she can't get her way. One has to wonder why Starfleet even allows such a person to be part of its ranks (well, maybe the fact that she's sleeping with a Commodore explains why). We don't see much of her legendary brilliance either, but we learn that she has big boobs. And yes, this book was written by a woman. Obnoxious as she is, she's still a Mary Sue. So everyone has to turn a blind eye to behaviors that would be otherwise unacceptable, and make sure the little princess is comfortable. After all, there must be some good reason for this woman's bigotry (there isn't, but whatever), since she's too wonderful to simply being an asshole. McCoy gets into full "I'm a lover, not a doctor" mode right after seeing her. And five minutes later, he's hitting hard on her, though he seems more of a lecherous creep, rather than a charming, southern gentleman. Ah, yes, he helps her unpack her things, which gives him a chance to paw the sexy lingerie inside the luggage (didn't you know? sexy lingerie is fundamental when going to explore a giant ant planet).

The first half of the book is just a really boring Freudian psychoanalysis of Tremain, only to determine again that, yes, she hates Vulcans, for some undisclosed reason. Meanwhile, McCoy can't decide whether he wants to be professional or horny. He switches back and forth more times than I cared to count. Two days later, he's fallen completely in love with this horrible person who mistreats one of his best friends. Anyway, Tremain friend-zones him soon, so he gets nothing but a little kiss on the forehead. Not that I felt bad about him; McCoy is an asshole in this book.

The second half of the novel gets a bit better, as Spock and Tremain beam down to the planet to meet the Arachneans. McCoy misses the beam down because he was busy chasing after some alien cat in the veterinary section. Yes, the horniness made him stupid or something. So when the giant ants attack the landing party, a lot of people die, and they don't even have a doctor. Kirk can't beam them up because Romulans have appeared to claim the planet, and he can't lower the shields. And that's what Kirk does for the rest of the novel: absolutely nothing. Meanwhile, Tremain and Spock have to work together in order to survive, so she's marginally more professional now. It's Spock's turn to be stupid, though, as he starts to make lewd comments about her, and spying her while she undresses. The reason being!? I don't know, something about proving she hates Vulcans (yeah, I knew that already).

In the end, Spock is attacked by the poisonous ants. And he mind-melds with one, to discover they're not, in fact, intelligent, so it's okay to leave the planet to the Romulans. The mind-meld, however, leaves him insane, and believing he's one of the ants. To restore his sanity, Tremain has to mind-meld with Spock, which is probably the best scene in the book. Then, while exploring her subconscious, it's finally revealed why she hates Vulcans so much. The reason is... she felt an unrequited love for her former Vulcan captain (gasp! I wasn't expecting something like that, no, not at all). Kirk finally decides to do something, and lowers the shields to beam them up, before Spock dies of poisoning, Romulans or not withstanding. He could have done so hours ago, though, before so many people died. Sigh...

Spirk Meter: 2/10*. Kirk stands firmly on Spock's side against Tremain's bigotry, and he's the only one who doesn't tolerate any of her bullshit, just like Chapel (you know, the two persons who love Spock the most). There's also a line about McCoy liking Spock, but not in the same way that Kirk likes him. Though, on the other hand, Kirk's very stubborn about following Starfleet's orders, even if it costs Spock his life, so I don't know... Characterization is hardly coherent.

There may be some Spones too. Tremain says that she can't really love McCoy, because she doesn't feel for him all the things that McCoy feels for Spock, which in her opinion, is love (she's quick to clarify it's not the same kind of love, but still...). McCoy also becomes quite hysterical when Spock's dying on the planet, while Kirk keeps calm. Apart from this, Tremain (who hates Vulcans because of an unrequited crush on one) functions as some sort of placeholder for McCoy himself. It's insisted upon how alike they are, and how they share the same hobbies. Spock calls her "Doctor" all the time, and his banter with her reminds a lot to that with McCoy. In fact, when Spock is being a perv towards Tremain to anger her, he compares his enjoyment of it to the one he gets from riling McCoy. It's rather telling how the author is taking everything from Spock and McCoy's dynamic, while using a woman substitute as a no-homo screen.

*A 10 in this scale is the most obvious spirk moments in TOS. Think of the back massage, "You make me believe in miracles", or "Amok Time" for example.

#star trek tos #star trek novels #novel review #k/s #spirk #spones

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juniperhillpatient · 1 year ago

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also while season 16 is not perfect - I DO want to commend it (sans my worst enemy the bowling episode) for at least trying to regain the vibes of classic sunny & I’ll say that things like the gang getting into an inflatable scheme & the hilarious gimmick of risk e rats & what it does with the characters is soooo good.

I really enjoy the way risk e rats returns to the gang getting comeuppance when they ask for it & the show not aimlessly punching down in a soulless effort to be #edgy. frank & dee’s plot is actually really funny because for once we get back to “these guys are insufferable assholes & everyone hates them” as opposed to “dee sucks even though she’s objectively literally no worse than the rest of the gang & the joke is always on her for no palpable reason.”

sunny is at its best when the characters are collaboratively being awful & it all comes together in the end to make them go “ruh roh” & risk e rats does that SO well. Frank & Dee’s subplot can admittedly get in your face meta in a way stronger meta episodes (like the gang misses the boat or the gang tries desperately to win an award ) are more successful at by not being SO blatant & insufferably self referential about it. however, it’s still effectively funny & works as social commentary despite being a bit on the nose. the same can be said of dennis & charlie’s sub plot & the obvious & unoriginal but timely & often funny & zingy commentary on censorship.

I will say even where these commentaries get in your face I’m more than willing to move past it & have fun because the characters are actually sticking to who they are for fucking once (I don’t know you seasons 12-15. die. jk ily but also…fuck off. u understand). Risk E Rats may not be perfect - season 16 may not be perfect - but i really feel we regained a sense of the gang & who they are & it almost felt like the show I love again when there was that hard cut to chaos at the end.

new sunny has made some truly hard to come back from retcons. they’ve often completely ignored or forgotten their source material. but I think that while season 16 is deeply flawed it DOES present the possibility of the slow at least improving even if returning to its glory is near impossible.

#risk e rats #it’s always sunny in philly #it’s always sunny in philadelphia #iasip #iasip s16 #iasip analysis #iasip meta

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softquietsteadylove · 1 year ago

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Currently I'm playing Assassin's Creed Odyssey and whilst playing I'm thinking about the Eternals back then, in Ancient Greece.

So basically i thought about Socrates annoying our Goddess of War. And Thena would never admit she actually likes talking to him.

Hugs and much love!! 🖤✨

"Is the Goddess of War cowering again?"

Thena bristled and glared at the old man, "I do not cower."

He chuckled, though, sitting himself on a rock amongst the olive trees behind the main constructions of Athens' outskirts. "And what to call it then?--you hiding here in the trees?"

She rolled her eyes. The old man was not so insufferable, but he had no problem saying things that made her want to pick him up and rattle him like a barrel. Although she was almost grateful for it in comparison to the obsessive reverence of the rest of Athens.

"Too many demands in the day already, young one?" he asked, raising a frayed, white eyebrow.

She sighed; if only he knew how young he was, to her. "They are discussing the launching of ships. Why this would need my input - let alone approval - is beyond me."

But the old man laughed, letting his walking stick rest against a different rock. Thena eyed the pale length of dead wood. "The senators, as they call themselves, are just as new to this as the idea itself. They have assembled this great counsel and yet they still seek the approval of a higher power. One wonders why they assembled this body to 'speak for the people' if they were going to surrender their decisions to a figurehead in the first place."

Thena let old Socrates ramble on. She typically wasn't one for the musings of man, much preferring her solitude. But the old man hadn't ratted her out yet, and as far as humans went, he was far from the worst. "Have you been postulating again?"

"Bah," he waved his hand through the air, squinting up at the Grecian sun through the olive leaves. "Just a crazy old man, to them."

"And you think you are not, to me?"

"Maybe," he grinned at her with what teeth he had remaining, "but I'm a crazy old man who lets you be, no?"

Thena allowed a faint smile on her lips. "Indeed, you are."

"So then, we seem to have reason for our alliance," he chuckled.

"And you?" Thena asked in an unusual invitation to continue their talking. She summoned a blade to her hand and whittled down his walking stick.

Socrates watched her the same way he watched fisherman haul in their catch; with admiration for the craft, but with no further interest in the act itself. "Hiding from that young tyke."

"Young Plato?" Thena smiled as she sliced the wood cleanly, angling it to form a head for a proper cane. The old man was walking around leaning on this tree length washed up on the shore. "He is fond of Phastos as well."

"Ah, yes, Hephaestus?" Socrates raised his other eyebrow, to which Thena shook her head. "What of your Champion?"

A length of wood went flying.

Thena tossed the properly carved cane back at the man, "what of him?"

Socrates shrugged an increasingly bony shoulder. "You're with him when at all possible, aren't you?"

Thena nearly pouted at the needling - but entirely correct - statement. She huffed, "there are many demands on Gilgamesh."

"Ah yes, Gilgamesh," Socrates laughed, resting his hands outstretched in front of him. "And what do you call him?"

She gave him a somewhat tired glare. She could deny him the rest of his needling and simply leave. But then she ran the risk of an advisor or senator or counsellor - or stars forbid one of the many sculptors searching for her - finding her. She sighed. "Gil."

"Oh."

She glared at him anew, her hackles rising despite her best efforts.

Socrates gave her a look that made her want to chuck him right off their cliff of solitude, "Gil."

She hardened her expression at him, if only to keep her annoyance from boiling over. He said it in a way that made her feel agitated. "Have you not other people to pester?"

"None as fun as you, dear," he laughed heartily, his head tossed back.

Thena huffed again; insufferable old coot.

"And what power does your Gil possess, again?"

She glared at him, but he feigned some effort into remembering, scratching the beard on his chin. "Strength."

"Ah, yes, the fella who can reach into the forges and grasp iron with his bare hands."

No trouble remembering him at all, it seemed. Thena pursed her lips, "indeed."

"They do demand a lot from him," Socrates agreed with her earlier statement at this much later junction. He snuck his eyes - still sharp under the wrinkling of his skin - back over to her with a grin. "Not very fair to you, is it?"

Thena refused to dignify that with a response.

Socrates let out another laugh, and she wondered how many rocks might fit in that wide mouth of his. "That's why you're out here moping?"

The shade of the trees was doing nothing to shield her from the heat of the sun.

"Dearie," he snorted, jabbing her knee with the cane (which she just so-kindly fashioned for him!). "You are the patron saint of Athens. I'm sure if you want to steal your boyfriend all you need do is ask."

Thena flushed further at yet more indignity. "I do not-!"

"Oh, save it!" he drawled at her, in a way no one else in Athens would ever dare. He scratched at something in his ear, "I don't care what you think I think or what you know I know."

She glowered at him.

"There you are!"

Thena looked up, a smile coming over her (whether she wanted it or not). "Here I am."

Gilgamesh pushed an olive branch out of his way to lean on the rock beside her. He nodded to old Socrates, "and good day to you."

"And you, Champion," Socrates gave him a smirk. "We were just speaking of you."

"Oh?" Gil looked at Thena beside him, who was glaring at the old man.

"Have you nowhere else to rest after your ceaseless chatter?"

Gil didn't argue with her. He had seen her and the old philosopher interact a few times before, and it was always funny. Jabs were only ever made in good humour. "Actually, I was hoping to steal the Goddess away with me."

"She's all yours, sonny boy," Socrates stood, stretching out his arms before taking up his newly carved cane. "Don't mind me."

Gil simply nodded to him as he began shuffling past them and into the city. He looked down at Thena, stealing one of her hands off her lap to hold for himself. "Hey."

"Hey," she beamed. The unique relief and comfort of his company truly had reached new heights during their time in Athens.

"Time for a break?" he propositioned, pulling her up from her resting rock, her hand still in his. He brought his head closer to hers, "I packed us a little picnic--you, me, in the orangery?"

Thena kept her eyes on her personal embodiment of solace standing before her. She yearned to curl up in his arms, "divine."

"I thought you weren't one for divination."

"Away with you!" she snapped at the old bastard one again chuckling at her expense. She thunked her forehead against Gil's chest.

"Hey," he chuckled, rubbing her back as he allowed her frustrations. "Come on, he's not bad. As far as humans go, I'd say you're fond of the old guy."

"I am done speaking of him," she sighed, still pressing her warmed skin to Gil's cooling robes. She purred as he pulled her hair over her shoulder, running his fingers through it gently. "I believe you offered sustenance?--and solitude."

#Thenamesh AU #I did look up both incarnations #I know in the games he's not designed as an old man #but honestly I wrote that his eyebrows were bedraggled #and I kind of went from there Love #I hope you don't mind #I thought it would be kind of cute for him to be this annoying grandfather type #he is a philosopher #he has no interest in the literal Goddess of War walking around in their daily life #if anything he doesn't believe she is a goddess #he knows the Eternals are...something #but he certainly knows that Athens impressed their beliefs upon her #not the other way around #so when he sees her haunting around the outskirts of the city #he just lets her #he too is tired of the pomp and circumstance of young Athens #and we may not know for sure #but he doesn't seem to have had a family #he thinks it's funny to get under the Goddess' skin #tease her about the things parents and grandparents tease about #he waves at them when they're out #others are like Socrates do not address the patron gods informally!#he's like ah we're old friends right kiddo?#Thena pretends not to like him #but he gets jostled and falls one day when some soldiers are passing through #and she picks them up and makes them apologise to him at knife point

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vvatchword · 1 year ago

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Gaijin

my friend in japan was like, "Go work in Okinawa!!" She's always trying to get me to work in Japan. I'd love to be near her, she's as good as a sister to me... it's just that I'm not sure how good that is long-term. Being a gaijin ex-pat in Japan is a young person's game. There's not a future there for someone like me, not really.

I'm riiiight on the border of being able to use Japanese conversationally, but on the whole, I need to put in a lot of work. Plus, I don't think I can stand being on the outside anymore. Imagine having to emergency-learn a language and deal with culture shock while needing to find human connection in a whole new country. I love Japan, I want to go back, I think their society has many wonderful qualities, and I might find a place there, but I'd still always be on the outside looking in. When the chips are down, I'd always be a gaijin.

Not to mention there's a certain quality to Japanese culture that's a little maddening--that is, there are certain social expectations, and everyone tries to adhere to that as well as possible. Everything tends to be done en masse or for the benefit of the group. If you fuck up, you are corrected passive-aggressively (read: very, very vaguely). Obviously, allowances are made for gaijin, but you do better if you can try and flow with the group.

And that... that is my greatest weakness........ not knowing what other people want... not reading the room... not understanding people who attempt making requests in vague suggestions... needing explicit instructions... jesus fucking cristo

That's one of the worst parts of this entire escapade--being the one person who's uncomfortably weird and not being able to fix that. I clicked with some people in my last job--other autistic motherfuckers--but I know I made my boss uncomfortable. She did her best, I don't rue her anything, but we just didn't click, and it was not her fault. On the whole I was more trouble than I was worth. And that makes me feel sick. It makes me feel sick that people are relieved I'm gone. It makes me feel sick that I'm not normal and can never be. What makes this insufferable is that it's not something I can change. It's not something I can fix. It's just the way I am.

I can count the jobs where my weirdness didn't backstab me on one hand. And I just don't think I can take that anymore. It's like my heart's been broken, but it's been broken by society. I want people to like me because, hey, I'll be frank--I like other people! I like all kinds of people! Unfortunately, other people don't like me.

I wish I didn't have to be gainfully employed anymore. Not because I'm not interested in it, but because wherever I go, I can't stop rubbing people the wrong way. And even if I don't rub people the wrong way, they are just so FUCKING SHITTY. They smell my differences like a shark smells blood. They can't just let me be. They play social games with me, they pick me as the scapegoat, they can't accept that I mean well, and my best efforts are never enough. If they're neurotypicals or old, aka the most common demographics on planet Earth, they will find ways to punish and mock me.

I wish I could apply for disability but there's no way in hell that would work, and plus, I couldn't live on that. Jesus. Working is hell because of other people. Working is hell because I get bored after I've figured out the basics and my brain ramps off to space. Working is hell because I am a fucking weirdo and other people hold a mirror up to show how they see me because they want me to stop freaking them out. I'll be frank, I don't like what I see. So I try to change, make myself palatable. All I do is make myself unbearably tired, because the minute I look up to check my reflection, I see it's just another flavor of bizarre. For every one thing I get right, I get five things wrong. Even at my best, there's always something subtly off, and the more someone examines me, the more I stand out.

I swear to you. This is not me being dramatic. Everyone is treating these statements as me being upset about being fired, but this is a long-term wound that keeps tearing open over and over and over.

You know what makes this really sad? I really love my own weirdness. When I'm in my own world, I can be deliriously happy. I can entertain myself for hours. It's when I have to deal with other people that life becomes untenable. They can't see what I am inside and why should I expect them to? We are known by what we produce in the living world. I unnerve others because I get too excited or I use the wrong words or I dress incorrectly or I stare without blinking for too long or I modulate my voice incorrectly. I am fighting tooth and nail to make everyone around me comfortable and no one can see or appreciate the effort. They only notice that I'm unpleasant.

When the chips are down, I'm always the odd one out. And there's a point where I wonder what the point is of even trying. There's an answer, of course--the consequences for NOT trying are a kind of horrible that include complete ostracization and social combat on the level of World War III.

Why'd I have to be this kind of person? Why can't I be a better actress? How much better my life would be if I could be conventional in any way.

If you've read my fiction, what you've seen is me studying other people, fighting like mad to figure out how to be like them and failing so dramatically that I get launched out of society every two or three years. I always have to come crawling back. There's no other choice. There's no choice at all.

#vvatchword #autism #neurodivergent

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m1ckeyb3rry · 2 years ago

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finally, i’m done with my finals so i can talk about the latest chapter of sith😫😫

- can i start by saying that why i love the idea of porco galliard throwing a party for the warrior unit?? like it just makes so much sense?? because even though he’s a soldier and everything, i’m pretty sure he is the life of the party and i just love him for that.

- to be honest, i can totally understand y/n being sick worried about friedrich even though she didn’t have any solid reason in the first place. i can understand that after having seen so much violence and death that she just presumes death is a constant in her life. reading those was kind of depressing because it just shows what kind of a state of mind she is in.

- and when she was thinking about friedrich’s parents when they were in athyae, the very possibility of his parents outliving both their sons… that killed me. i can’t even imagine how that must’ve felt like. and i also immediately thought of marcel and porco.

- friedrich is LITERALLY one of my favorite characters. i never thought that one of the ocs would end up becoming one of my favs but he is the real deal, honestly. him not taking any of y/n’s shit and calling her out despite loving her so deeply?? king. him caring intensely for colt and knowing him better than anyone else?? he has this tough exterior but you just know that he CARES about colt and y/n. i LOVED it when he just spoke so honestly about how y/n treats colt and you know that he didn’t do that by judging her or anything. he just wanted y/n to appreciate colt more. god, i love him.

- y/n having a crush on reiner😭😭😭i just can’t. and the fact that she is so straightforward about it? you go girl😭 i love reiner so much

- about y/n treating colt rather harshly, i think it has to do with both her character and her age. like sometimes i forget that these are literal teenagers, it’s normal for her to be insufferable towards him occassionally. and colt is just so good, he doesn’t match her snarks quite easily like friedrich does. but i also think that it has to do with y/n having feelings for colt but not acknowledging them even herself. you can see that she truly cares for him, more than a friend would i’d say and she feels rather baffled about those feelings. and colt being so open and honest about his feelings might have gotten her even more confused. but of course, these are just my thoughts!

- but god, colt, i would literally die for him. who is the best man ever and why is it colt grice😭😭 the hold that last line has on me😭 “i’ll take on any amount of weight for you”??? IT RUINED ME. the fact that he has nightmares involving her……. he is down so bad.

— PORCO BEING THE LIFE OF THE PARTY IS SO CANON IN MY MIND I feel like he’s so chill and friendly?? With everyone except Reiner ofc 😭 honestly I was pretty neutral on Porco pre-SitH but now I literally love him…he’s such a contrast to y/n being in her doom and gloom era so it makes him very refreshing to write

— yes that’s what I was going for!! She’s not just going to get over the war in the span of like two days yk, she has to struggle through the aftermath and deal with what she’s done. She’s so used to horrible things happening that she just automatically jumps to assuming the worst with absolutely zero evidence 😫 the worst part is that right as she’ll finally begin to feel “okay” things are going to go south again lol. Enjoy the next seven or so chapters because they are the closest to a break that the characters are going to get for pretty much the entire rest of the story 😭

— no because it’s the same way for the grices and the galliards and pretty much all of the parents of the warriors/warrior candidates and it’s so upsetting I genuinely hate it 😭 at least w the grices in canon they get falco back but still 💔 the reason it really occurred to y/n with the vissers is because wilhelm is already dead and she thought friedrich was on his deathbed too

— I NEVER EXPECTED TO LOVE FRIEDRICH SM TOO BUT HE IS TRULY ONE OF THE BEST PARTS OF SHIP IN THE HARBOR like the way he’s in love with y/n but also the BIGGEST y/n x colt shipper?? only he could make it work so well 🥱 I didn’t want it to be a typical love triangle where the two guys fight for the girl…like all THREE of them have been through so much and at this point colt & friedrich are truly best friends and their friendship is so important to me 🥹 and he’s somehow simultaneously such an asshole while still being one of the most caring people in the story LMAOO he’s so contradictory but again it just works really well with his character somehow

— I LOVE REINER TOO ‼️ rn reiner is like a celebrity crush for y/n so she talks about it openly because it hasn’t really sunk in for her that he’s literally basically her coworker comrade now.

— yes for sure!! I think y/n would be an angsty teen no matter what world she’s in but in SitH she’s an angsty teen with trauma who’s committed war crimes 😵‍💫 which means yeah she’s going to be insufferable at times. Colt is wayyy too sweet for her ngl 🙏🏼 like every time she’s mean to friedrich he’s just like “😐” and says something meaner back because that’s just their relationship tbh but with colt he’s definitely like “😮😦” lowkey shocked af…he’s a golden retriever surrounded by black cats 😰 as for y/n…colt is a difficult topic I’d say 🤔 I think she takes him for granted a lot but is also terrified of losing him at the same time. She doesn’t really have the time or emotional maturity to know much else at this point tbh HAHAHA

— BUT COLT ON THE OTHER HAND…he makes me giggle and kick my feet OMGGGG like he is simply. In love with her. Like that’s all there’s nothing more to it he just loves her so so much that he’ll forgive her for anything. He is the dream man Fr 🙏🏼 and that last line is def one of my favs I think it just sums up his character so perfectly ❤️❤️❤️ I feel like SitH is very driven by the plot and y/n’s character development specifically so it can be hard to remember that technically it’s just a colt x reader story but every now and again colt will come around and say something romantic and I’ll be like “oh yeah he’s actually the main love interest for a reason” 😭😭😭 but in terms of romance I will say I’m going full isayama with it so…don’t expect a ton 🫢 which I’m sure will make people mad but at this point I don’t even care

I wish I could tell you when the next chapter will be but I want to get mourning dove updated and possibly get another hostis humani generis chapter done first so I don’t know yet 😢 unrelated but it’s so funny to me how similar y/n ackerman (although atm she’s going by y/n church) from HHG and y/n l/n from SitH are at this point despite the fact that their circumstances are almost completely opposite. and ig this could technically be a slight spoiler?? but their endings are ALSO polar opposites so…😏 make of that what you will

#ship in the harbor #answered asks

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koheletgirl · 11 months ago

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omg what a gift you've given me

ok i dont have ones for debut since i dont really listen to it ever. picture to burn (homophobic version) is a top tier song though.

okok so:

best songs on fearless are ybwm and forever & always (but im also partial to love story and fearless and the way i loved you). as for the worst song, i dont really have one but jump then fall is annoying. also i dont love the vault tracks sorry.

best songs on speak now are sparks fly and long live (but most songs on speak now are great). the worst song imo is innocent. musically it's alright but the lyrics are so condescending and silly, plus it aged realllyyyy poorly lmao. sntv doesn't exist to me

best song on red is all too well obviously (both versions). state of grace and treacherous are also 😘👌. the worst song on the original version is probably girl at home (i have some opinions on ikywt but there's too much going on there). as for red tv - atwtmvtvftv (as previously mentioned) and nothing new are the best songs and probably my favorite taylor songs ever. message in a bottle is insufferable.

best songs on 1989 are blank space and i know places. the worst songs are shake it off and bad blood. 1989 tv sucks but the vault tracks are awesome, except for SLUT! which is such a huge disappointment considering its title and also annoying in general

nothing in rep is good. that said, the best song is call it what you want. i go back and forth on the worst song, but its between dancing with our hands tied and so it goes. i cannot stress enough how bad this album is though like every song on rep is worse than the worst song on the other albums

the best song in lover is cruel summer of course. i also reallyreally love death by a thousand cuts and lover. the worst songs are ME!, false god and it's nice to have a friend. oh and that one vault track she released a while back it was awful

folklore my love folklore..... god this is hard. no i cant do it i love all of them so much. epiphany is only ok

best songs on evermore are willow, tolerate it, and ivy. i don't like cowboy like me im sorry. also closure manages to poke something in my brain in the worst way possible, listening to it is like having someone repeatedly tap your shoulder to me. it's not objectively bad though im just allergic to it

midnights sucks. the best songs on it are anti-hero, would've could've should've, and hits different. the worst song on it is glitch, which is also possibly the worst song in her whole career. karma and labyrinth also fucking suck.

right does anybody wanna come talk to me

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kkusuka · 3 years ago

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Have I told you I hate weak y/n’s that get pushed around by fangirls? No? Well, I hate them 😊

Let’s have Oikawa, Atsumu, Akaashi, Semi, and Terushima react to their normally calm gf, beat the dog shit out of a fangirl that tried to intimidate her for dating said men above. Reader just has a soft smile before cocking her fist back and boxing her shit before holding up the fangirl and looking to the rest like “You wanna end up like her? No? Then know your place~ ☺️”. Then she faces her bf with a sweet smile and says something affectionate like “I brought you lunch, dear. I made it just how you like it 😄” before kissing his cheek like she didn’t go Muhammad Ali on a bitch

Oikawa Tooru<3

Oikawa’s had more than a few less than pleasant experiences with women

Considering he’s always been surrounded by them, from his sister's friends in middle school and being swarmed by them in High school and college- having women around him was nothing new

And for the most part, they were all pleasant

Giving him little gifts and food- that he always gave to you- and just telling him how much they loved watching him play

All things he can deal with before talking to his favorite girl, you

Though, there have been instances of some bold woman who just never get the hint

Whether it be drunkenness or some weird dream of having Oikawa to herself or just blatant disregard of his relationship

And right now just happens to be one of those times- but now you got a firsthand view of the madness.

Whoever this was clearly didn't understand relationships or personal space for that matter

She had a hand on his chest and was just blubbering about how she would be the best wife for him and would make life so much easier- much more than you do for him- and that was just what you saw from the ten seconds you were in earshot

He would normally laugh it offend continue seeking out autographs but he seemed to be locked in an iron maiden

“I promise! Forget about your girlfriend, she’s useless anyways!” and finally a perfect chance to make yourself known

“Tooru, I have your lun-” you attempted to grab him away, him shooting a pleading look to save him before your wrist was snatched from his arm and tugged away and shoved to the side then pushing your body away from the two

“Back off bitch!”

Now, you were normally a pretty calm person, you knew how to deal with the women and you have been for years.

But you stand by the fact that it was never ok to put your hands on someone- no matter the situation.

But at that moment, you could care less about your silly reparations and breathing methods, that lady put a hand on you and pushed you

You could hear Tooru telling her to keep her hands off you but you just looked around and made sure that everyone saw what had happened, you don't need to be arrested anytime soon

Grabber her arm you detached her from your boyfriends and in the next second your fist was connecting with her face, watching her wither on the floor you turn to your boyfriend who’s now coming towards you

“As I was saying, I have your lunch.”

Atsumu Miya<3

Another guy who’s constantly surrounded by women

Although he is far less appreciative and nice to them, and he makes it a point to be abundantly clear that you are the only woman he will spend the rest of his life with

Something that wasn't too popular with a few specific fans

Every blue moon someone will find his phone number and blow it up with loving messages or try and get his address

The worst it’s been was someone finding his apartment number and thankfully being too far away to come by themselves but they did send some inappropriate images to his PO box and that led him to create an even thinker line between fans and himself

Thankful, the whole of them understood and respected his boundaries

Buuuuut there are always people who go the extra step

Like whoever this is crowding your boyfriend after a win against the Alders with a giant poster of him and a …. Thong

If you were the slightest more stoic you would have held in the laugh that started it all but it seems crazy is crazy no matter how you provoke them

That lady heard you laugh and the flood gates opened, in a split second her hand was on your cheek then she was on the floor holding what you could hope was a broken jaw

You didn't even realize you punched her until a shooting pain went up your wrist

Though before you had a chance to return to your lovely boyfriend, who was standing in the same spot shell shocked (and slightly turned on) hand grabbed your ankle the flung you to the ground

It was, for lack of a better term, a catfight

She was hitting you and you were hitting her and she was screaming random shit about how awful you were to her precious Atsumu- seriously this lady was insane

Nevertheless, security arrived, and let’s just say that you were in much better condition than she was, who knew you could fight so well?

Though you weren't allowed to come to the next game and had to apologize to the heads of the Volleyball association, Tsumu was proud of you and the internet was on your side- so it was kind of a win-win

Akaashi Keiji<3

He surprisingly doesn't have a swarm of fangirls around him

But it’s much much worse, you’d rather have a mob of girls around him than the four specific psychos that never leave the poor guy alone

Everywhere in school at least one of them is watching the two of you, in class, at lunch- no matter where you try and eat- you swear you even saw one at the boba show you pass on your walk home with him

The worst part?

He thinks it’s funny.

It is hilarious to him that you try so hard to keep them away full knowing he would never leave you for the likes of them. It’s just too cute how you puff up your cheeks and huff about them and honestly, it's a breath of fresh air considering how much everyone kisses up to him

Well- he likes it when they are at a distance

On the off chance they get close to him, it's a different story. They truly are intolerable, and they away try bad-mouthing you to him like it was supposed to mean something that they don't like you

And they only ever do it when you’re away- cowards they truly are. And since they’re always watching, as soon as you left to buy the two of you lunch, one of them was on him in an instant

She was annoying and all she could say was ho you were a ‘poison’ in his life and he had to leave you as soon as possible

He didn't even realize you were there until a hand grabbed the back of her uniform and flung her off him. And from the looks of it, falling on the ground really hurt

“I’m a poison? That’s all you could come up with?”

You didn't even have to say another word, she was already out of sight

Not missing a beat, you handed him his lunch and started talking about the latest episode of the volleyball anime you loved.

Semi Eita<3

First off- a total power couple

Not only are you willing to beat a bitch, but he’s also ready to hype you up while you do it

It’s not confirmed you have, but there are rumors that you fought more than a few girls who were less than pleasant. And it’s not like you do anything for rumor control, you just laugh and turn the other way

Still, even with the rumor mill running rampant, some girls still try and shoot their shot

But this girl has to be the boldest woman on planet earth

Not only was she flirting with an openly taken man, but she was flirting with him as he held his arm around your waist. She even looked at you as she spoke to him, the audacity of people these days

“You like music? That’s crazy, I do too!” you wanted her to shut the fuck up as soon as possible.

What pissed you off more was that he knew exactly what he was doing, and he was letting it happen to spite you.

What happened after this you blame solely on the alcohol the party was providing and not on the fact you wanted to clock this girl the moment you saw her

It was just that suddenly your drink was in her face

Then her drink was in her face, and she was running to the bathroom, maybe she should listen to rumors more often because you don't think strawberry daiquiri will come out of a white crop too so easily

Terushima Yuji<3

He’s an ass

But he’s your ass, somehow

He’s a manwhore and an attention-whore, mix that should have been shot before it could grow into something more

By now you're used to the girls slipping him their numbers and hitting him up on every social media site possible and you remain happy to say he doesn't respond- probably too busy dicking you down to care about any of them

Plus, less than 1% of them actually approach them in public, and they just happen to be the most insufferable people on the planet.

Desperation doesn't even describe it

Of that 1%, at least half of them try to touch him, running a hand on his arm, tugging at his clothes, maybe even a strand of his hair, all you can deal with because he knows what’ll happen if he even entertains their advances

But for some reason, the only thing that sets you off is when they mention the tongue piercing.

It invokes a rage unknown within you, the second the metal ball’s mentioned you see red. And he fucking loves it, you could be three prefectures over and the second the girl mentions it, you magically appear at his side like you’d been there the whole time

All of a sudden you’re all over him, disregarding this girls words as she tries to bring the conversation back to her, going as far as grabbing your shoulder, and since she touched you first- you had the green light

Your arm pulled back and your fist connected to her cheek

And like nothing ever happened you turned back to the blond

tags: @diamond-3 @rinsangel @heyheyitsne @angelalje @monisi @crystal-lilac @sadpotato10

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stormysnz · 3 years ago

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Chemical Connection (M)

I'm back with some new friends! This is pretty much just me brain-dumping and trying to figure out these two characters in a 6k word sickfic, but I thought I'd put it here anyway to introduce yall to my two new OCs: Savannah and Noah! They're super cutie college students that diiiiddddn't exactly have the best first meeting (as you'll see below), but they grow on each other after a while. As much as I'm still trying to figure these two out a bit, I have a bunch of ideas for them which is super exciting, but def hit the ask box up with any more ideas for these two if you have them! Enjoy :)

A deep sigh escaped me as I tapped the heel of my foot against the metal bar of the lab bench I was sitting on, my elbow rested on the table and my head rested in my hand. The absolute picture of an annoyed, stressed college student.

It wasn’t like I didn’t like this class, or my professor. Quite the opposite actually. I loved my professor, and I loved what we were learning. Contrary to the typical student opinion, I really liked chemistry, and I was good at it. Hence why it was essential to my major.

The problem was--Well, he’d just walked in through the door. Noah Jameson. Possibly the most irritating human to walk the Earth. With his messy, dirty blonde hair, and those disgustingly charming green eyes, Noah had single-handedly almost ruined just about every single lab this semester.

Between mixing the wrong chemicals together, knocking over vials, not paying attention, and making a new comment towards me every 5 seconds, Noah had quickly weasled his way in as one of my least favorite people I saw every Tuesday at 2pm.

For some reason that I absolutely couldn’t explain, our professor adored Noah. After the third lab that we had to stay after hours to redo, I had politely mentioned to Professor Westerhold that Noah was insufferable and kept messing up labs for me. In kinder words, of course.

Westerhold had told me that she saw some potential in both Noah and I, and that he was a star student in her biology lab last semester. She said she thought we would work really well together with some time, and that he’d surprise me.

Well, he was surprising me alright. Surprising me with how many possible times he could make me want to jump out of the third story window per 3-hour lab period. The number must be inching upwards of multiple hundreds by now.

Now, this whole thing makes me seem like some uptight bitch who only cares about school, which really isn’t true. I feel like I’m a fairly likeable and fun person, and I get along with most everyone who comes my way. But, for some reason, Noah just knew how to push my buttons in the worst way possible. And that in addition to messing up the labs, was too much for me. He was irredeemable in my eyes.

I kept my gaze down at my notebook as Noah came clambering in, slipping his backpack off of his shoulder and taking his normal seat next to me at our lab table. I waited for a typical introductive comment from him, coming in three, two, one…

…

No comment…? Now, that was surprising. Without fail, Noah made an irritating comment to me every single time he sat down next to me.

I glanced to my right, blinking up at Noah in surprise.

“No comment today? No nickname or annoying observation about something in the classroom?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. As much as he made irritating comments to me, I tended to throw them right back at him.

He glanced over at me, mirroring my expression. “Must be your lucky day,” He mumbled before slumping forward slightly in the chair, resting his arms on the table.

I paused and narrowed my brows at him, analyzing. As much as Noah’s commentary was annoying, it wasn’t typically dry and testy like that comment was. He was usually like a 6-month-old puppy that I couldn’t get to shut up. Which was incredibly infuriating when I was trying to focus on a lab. But, nevertheless, his energy seemed oddly low today.

With another closer glance at his features, Noah just seemed exhausted. His face was pale, his eyes were half closed, and there was a dark smudge of tiredness showing under his eyes.

“Not in the mood today? What, you party a little too hard last night? It’s 2pm, so I’d hope you’d have recovered by now,” I threw over to him, expecting him to perk right up with a comeback.

“Somethin’ like that, I guess,” He hummed out, leaning into his arms on the table.

Okay, now I was somewhat concerned. That was typical Savannah-Noah banter, and he should have easily been able to throw a comment back to that. At the very least a ‘Yeah, but you wouldn’t know anything about that, hmm?’. (Although that statement was very much false, considering we accidentally ran into each other just about every weekend while we were out. It was decidedly unfortunate that he seemed to know all of my mutual friends). Anyway, it was not like Noah Jameson to be this…agreeable.

Before I could make another comment, our professor started speaking and began the class by going over the lab instructions. I forgot the Noah issue for a few minutes while Professor Westerhold began talking about our lab, and I began writing down instructions.

About 5 minutes into her explanation, though, I noticed Noah tense up and go stiff next to me. Instinctively, I glanced over at him just in time to see him take a small, restrained inhale, and crush two sneezes against his shoulder.

“nn’GSHh! hh’GXTt-uhhh”

I blinked in surprise. I didn’t think I’d ever heard Noah sneeze before. Not like that, at least. That was possibly the most un-Noah-like sneeze I’d ever heard. He released a shaky exhale and ducked his head down with a few sniffles before moving his gaze back up to the front of the classroom.

Pushing aside how odd that was, I also turned my attention back to Westerhold, listening to her finish up her introduction and send us off to do our labs with our lab partners. Lovely.

“Alright, let’s try to get this done as fast as possible, it shouldn’t be that hard based on what she just told us,” I hummed out, turning to Noah as I finished reading over the instructions on the lab that Westerhold had handed out.

“Thad’s somethi’g I cad agree with,” He said with a throat clearing cough low in his throat.

I was fairly sure I heard something off with his voice there…But, I ignored it in favor of just starting the lab. The quicker we got it done, the quicker we could get out of there. Meaning, the quicker I was out of his presence.

And, honestly? For the first half-hour, everything was going fairly smoothly. That was likely because Noah was doing absolutely nothing other than watching me do the lab and joining in whenever I absolutely needed him to, but it was still going better than most of our labs had up to this point. Which meant that something was definitely off with Noah today.

“Okay, so…I’m gonna hold the beaker above the flame with the clamp, and you need to pour in the sodium hydroxide,” I instructed, using the correct tools and hovering the container a few feet above the flame.

Noah silently nodded (again, odd. Noah was never silent), and picked up a vial of liquid, about to pour it in before…

My eyes widened. “Whoawhoawhoa, that’s not sodium hydroxide!” I let out rapidly, my eyes fixing on the vial Noah was about to pour into the beaker.

He pulled the vial away from where he was about to pour it in, glancing a bit closer at the liquid he had in his hands, his eyes also widening in realization.

I was about to let out a comment about his little mix-up, as was typical for when this happened, but he beat me to it.

“Oh shit, I’m sorry, you’re right,”

My brows furrowed. Not only did Noah just apologize for mixing up the chemicals - which he never did - he also admitted that I was right? No. There was no way. This must be some kind of Noah-Jameson-secret-evil-twin that was actually polite. Once my brain caught up to my thoughts and let me know the very slim probability of the man sitting next to me being an evil twin, I frowned and glanced over at Noah again, analyzing.

“Are you feeling alright?” He was acting so uncharacteristic that I couldn’t help asking. He looked genuinely surprised that I was asking, and honestly, so was I. The words were out of my mouth before I could even think about them.

“Yeah, m’fine. Just out of it today,” He said, green eyes shifting up to meet my gaze for one of the first times that day. Before that, he’d been looking down at the table or at the lab materials, stubbornly refusing to meet my eyes.

“...You’re sure? You seem…not like yourself right now,” I couldn’t help asking a follow-up. It was the damn nurturing side that I couldn’t seem to shove away. What could I say, it was the enneagram two in me.

“Yes, I’m s-sure, I-ih-hiH!”

I tilted my head at the change in his breath. Was he about to sneeze agai--

“hiH! iH’NGXT-tshhhu! hiiH! hi’RSHhhU!”

He had tried to hold back that first one (to no success), and even the second one (to even less success), though he attempted to muffle the second in the sleeve of his hoodie.

“Bless you?” I said, a slightly questioning upturn in my tone, considering his odd behavior right now was really throwing me for a loop.

With a few very congested sounding sniffles, he let out a coarse “Thank you,” before muffling a few coughs into his arm.

“...Noah, are you si--”

“I’b fide, cad we just keep goi’g with the lab?” His voice was firm, his gaze turned down at the table again, though I was pretty sure I could see watery eyes - likely from the effort of holding back those harsh sneezes, if I had to guess.

“I…Yeah, I guess so,” I said after a moment of hesitation in which I debated pushing farther. I shook myself out of my head. This was Noah. Noah Jameson. Why did I care so much about his wellbeing?

So, we continued the lab with Noah’s wellness steadily declining, and his number of sneezes steadily increasing. Along with that trend, my worry for him was increasing by the minute. (Stop for a minute and think about that. Worry. For Noah. Jameson. What had my life come to?)

I was also fairly sure that he was running a fever…? I wasn’t totally sure on that one, but considering the haze in his eyes that seemed to cloud up his mind, and the fact that he was making uncharacteristically dumb mistakes all over the place, I was pretty sure.

He was also horrible at continuing to hold back his sneezes. With about an hour left in the lab (also coincidentally when I started theorizing about his fever), Noah seemingly didn’t have the energy or the ability to continue holding back his sneezes, and just tried futilely to keep muffling them into his hoodie.

After about the tenth sneezing fit thus far, a triple of completely unstifled rRISSHhhh-hh’ITSSSHhu! aaH! rRIESHHhuue!”, and my tenth time blessing him, I got a soft response amidst the snuffling.

“You really dod’t have to keep sayi’g thad,”

I glanced up at him with a small nod, and from then on attempted to stop blessing him. Key word: attempted. It was a complete force of habit, so I kept slipping up. But, he didn’t tell me to stop blessing him again after that, so I assumed my slip-ups were alright.

By the time that we were done with our lab at the end of the three hours, Noah had accidentally spilled two vials because he had sneezed while holding them, had almost caught himself on fire at least three times because he looked like he was about to doze off while heating something, and had almost fallen off of his chair twice for the same reason.

Oddly, though, as much as that would have annoyed me to no end during any previous lab, I just felt bad for him. He honestly looked like he was ready to pass out right then and there at our table. He most definitely was sporting a fever, and a pretty high one at that. He couldn’t stop sniffling back congestion for more than a few seconds at once, and the snuffles always leaded to more sneezing on their tails.

Overall, he was just really worse for wear. I hadn’t mentioned him being sick again for the rest of the lab considering how he had responded last time, but I was honestly very concerned considering how much effort it seemed to be taking him to pack up his things. He was moving at practically a snail’s pace, and it seemed to take all of his energy to just pick up his backpack.

I had no idea how he expected to get home like this, considering I knew from previous labs that his roommate always dropped him off before lab, and he tended to walk home after the lab was over. But, there was no way he was going to be able to make it home like this. Even I wasn’t cruel enough to let that happen, because I was pretty sure that Noah was stubborn enough to try.

“Hey, can I…Can I give you a ride home?” I asked as I stood up and picked up my backpack.

A wide pair of green eyes glanced up at mine, and my god, I could have cried on the spot with how pathetically sick the guy looked at the moment. He seemed to consider it for a few seconds before some thought made it through his fever-muddled mind that talked him out of the idea.

“I-I’b good, s’ogkay,” He said slowly with a soft shake of his head, moving to stand up and grab his backpack. He managed to slip his backpack over his shoulders, but when he straightened up, suddenly blinked a few times and grabbed onto the edge of the lab table, almost like he was about to fai… Oh god.

Instinctively, I reached out and squeezed his arm to grab his attention, trying to keep him from passing out because he really seemed like he was on the brink of it. “Hey, Noah, are you alright?” I asked clearly, my concerned gaze turned up at him.

He nodded silently, taking about twenty more seconds before his fingers began to release the tight grasp they had on the edge of the table. Blinking his eyes open and seemingly just remembering that I was still there, a flush arose on his cheeks (even stronger than it was already with the fever), and he opened his mouth to try to say something. I swiftly cut him off.

“Nuh-uh. I’m driving you home, end of story. I’m not having you pass out in the middle of the road while you try to walk home and have you get run over, the rest of the year would suck because I’d have to do all the two-person labs on my own and it’d be impossible,” I tried for humor, because that was typical between the both of us. But, the look on Noah’s face showed that he wasn’t exactly coherent at the moment, much less catching onto the humor in my words.

He just blinked, his fever-fogged mind lagging as it tried to catch up to take in everything that I had said. After a few moments, he relented with a sigh, shoulders sagging.

“Ogkay. Thagk you,” He conceded softly, trudging out of the classroom at my heels and following me to my car.

The next twenty minutes were a bit of a blur. Partially because Noah was too feverish to make any kind of coherent conversation with me, and partially because I was so in my own head about what on Earth was going on right now. I was driving Noah Jameson home, of my own volition, and I was having very unhelpful nurturing and sympathetic feelings towards him. Since when did I have those feelings for Noah? Since he got so sick he could barely stand, apparently.

My car slid into an empty parking space outside Noah’s apartment, and I glanced over at him to say something before he got out, but I paused and let out the breath I had just taken in at the sight before me. Noah was asleep. Jesus, he must be feeling really bad. I thought for a few moments - I didn’t want to rouse him from his sleep, but he couldn’t just sleep in my car all day…

I reached out slowly, putting my hand on his shoulder and gently shaking him awake. “Hey, Noah, we’re back at your place,” I mentioned softly when he began to blink his eyes open blearily.

He managed to sit up a little straighter as his gaze sloowwlyyy shifted to the apartment building in front of him. Some kind of recognition flashed in his eyes, and he wordlessly began shuffling around the seat to gather all of his things together.

In the blink of an eye, Noah was murmuring out a slurred together “Thagkyou” and clambering out of my car. Somehow, he seemed in a worse state than he’d been in earlier. That fever must be going up, and fast.

“You’re gonna be alright?” I asked just before he closed my door. He paused, looking at me as if it was taking him all of his brain power to decode my simple question, before giving another nod.

And with that, Noah closed my door and began to make his way into his building.

Or, rather, he started to make his way into his building, but within three steps, he was leaning what seemed like his entire body weight against my car, face pale and eyes fluttering shut.

“Oh, shit,” I mumbled under my breath, turning off my car and grabbing my keys and phone before getting out and rushing around to Noah. Without thinking, I slipped a steadying arm around his back, pulling his body weight against mine. In his current state, he couldn’t even think of trying to stubbornly refuse. I waited for a few moments until he seemed slightly more coherent, and more able to stand up straight on his own.

“Come on, we’re gonna head inside. What’s your apartment number?” I asked, beginning to shuffle inside with Noah trudging with me at my side.

“hhiH’RISHhhhU!-hIESHhh-uhhh”

Those sneezes had thrown his body forward, his weight sinking significantly more into my arm for a moment. I quickly readjusted my grip on him before asking my previous question again.

“snff! 314…”

Somehow, by some grace of god, the both of us made our way up to Noah’s floor (using the elevator, of course), and to his door. With a bit of prompting from me, he fumbled around in his pocket and emerged with the key, unlocking his door shakily.

I shut the door behind me, and Noah began to move through the apartment instinctively. Considering I was still holding him steady with a hand planted on his back, and the fact that I still didn’t trust him to stand considering how he had slumped back against the wall in exhaustion the elevator three minutes prior, I was tugged along to wherever Noah was going, which turned out to be his bedroom. Thank god. The guy needed some sleep.

Once he was within distance of the bed, he just about collapsed on top of it, shuffling his body to make himself more comfortable, and shoving his face into the pillow with a sigh.

“Hey, hey, don’t go to sleep yet. You need medicine first,” I mentioned, sitting on the edge of his bed next to him.

…That had come out of nowhere. First, I drive him home, now I’m gonna feed him medicine? This was getting a bit too personal for Noah Jameson and I. But…He was very obviously fever delirious and needed some medicine. I’d be genuinely worried for his wellbeing if I let him sleep without medicine for however long.

“Where’s your medicine cabinet?” I picked up where I left off, glancing down at the half-asleep guy in front of me.

“nghh…hheh…hhiH!’

Oh. My question would have to wait.

‘iiSHHHhhuE!-eH’TSSHhhhu! Hehh! rRIITSHhhu! hiyYIShhhuUE!-uhhh” He directed the congested sneezes towards his pillow, much too tired to even make an attempt to cover.

“Bless you. Medicine cabinet, where is it?” I repeated with a raised eyebrow.

“KiihH! kyYISSHhhUe! K-kitchen…rRSSHhhU!”

“Bless you, again. I’ll be right back,” I mentioned, though I was fairly sure that Noah was barely taking in anything that was happening at the current moment.

I roamed back through the hallway and into the kitchen, glancing around for all of two seconds before spotting bottles upon bottles of medicine all messily sprawled out on the kitchen counter. He had definitely been looking for cold medicine earlier in the day, but it didn’t seem like he was very successful.

I looked through the pile of medicine bottles on the counter first. Nyquil (probably shouldn’t give that to him just yet, it was too early), Advil, Claritin, Zyrtec, Benadryl, what looked like some prescription allergy medicine (Jesus, what kind of allergies did this guy have?), but no daytime cold medicine.

I glanced to the cabinet directly above the mess of medicines on the counter, and gave it a gentle pull open. Score, definitely the medicine cabinet. I rummaged through, sliding around bottles of medicine across the shelf to attempt to find some kind of…There!

Right in the way back of the cabinet sat a half-full bottle of Dayquil. Perfect. I made quick time in putting Noah’s medicine mess back into the cabinet, pausing when I saw a thermometer sitting in the mess. …I should probably take that, too.

So, I made my way back to Noah’s bedroom with the Dayquil, thermometer, and a glass of water I had filled up. I perched lightly on the edge of his bed, setting the Dayquil and water down on his night stand before looking down at Noah.

Aaaand, he looked like he was asleep again. Lovely.

Before I could even stop myself or think about what I was doing, I reached a gentle hand out to brush over his forehead, brushing away some stray strands of hair, to lightly wake him. I managed to get my mind off of why the hell did I just do that that’s really affectionate by focusing on how warm his skin felt. Yeah, he was definitely running a hell of a fever. Not that I couldn’t tell that from his almost passing out twice.

“Come on, wake up. You need to take your temperature quickly,” I encouraged softly, giving his arm a few small squeezes to bring him back to reality as he blearily blinked up at me. My words managed to swim through the fever fog into his mind, and he slowly took the thermometer in his hands before slipping it under his tongue with a small congested sigh of exhaustion.

Time ticked by slowly, and I was fairly sure that Noah was going to drift off again if that stupid thermometer didn’t--

Oh, there was the beep.

I reached over, unthinking, and took the thermometer from his mouth, raising an eyebrow at the display. 102.7

God damn, this guy knew how to run a fever. That really wasn’t great. He needed to get that fever way down.

“Alright, Noah, you need to sit up a bit to take some medicine,” I started, rolling my eyes at the groan that sentence elicited from Noah. Apparently he was still lucid enough to be vehemently against any type of movement. “Come on, sit up,” I encouraged lightly, tapping absently at his shoulder as I read the back of the bottle of Dayquil to see what the dose was.

As Noah incoherently mumbled about god-knows-what (probably still complaining about having to sit up), and let out three more “hhiESHhhhU!-hhRISHhhuE! eH’YIShhhU!” sneezes, I poured out the correct dosage into the small plastic cup, and handed it over to him.

With surprisingly little complaint, he downed the medicine with just a hint of a grimace before moving to lie back down again. He really needed some sleep, didn’t he?

He slid back down under the covers, pulling the blankets close and burying his head into the pillow once again. Maybe he shouldn’t have had the blanket on with that fever…But I couldn’t bear to have to take it off of him with how cold he seemed.

I began collecting the Dayquil and the thermometer, deciding to leave the glass of water in case he needed it, and made a move to rise from the bed before I felt a large hand clumsily grab at my wrist.

My gaze turned downwards to see wide, hazy green eyes gazing up at me. “Savaddah…please sday…” He almost whispered, blinking up at me.

I was sure Noah wasn’t even coherent enough to know who I was at the moment, so I was surprised to hear my name out of his mouth, and even more surprised to hear what he asked of me. I couldn’t hold back the further questioning that flew out of my mouth.

“I…What?” I asked in sheer surprise, meeting his eyes once again as if to encourage him to repeat what he just had said.

“I really dod’t want to be alone right dnow…” He made out softly.

I couldn’t do any more than just blink down at Noah in surprise. This was just so out of character for him that I didn’t even know how to respond. He must be so out of it that he wasn’t aware of what he was saying.

What surprised me more, though, was the tugging at my heart at his words. I couldn’t actually stay…could I? This was Noah. Noah Jameson. I don’t even know why he would want me here. Probably because he was so fever-delirious that he wasn’t actually comprehending who I was.

…I couldn’t leave him alone like this, though. And the thought of leaving after he had just said that made me want to cry. So, making a likely terrible decision, I took a breath and nodded, meeting his eyes once more. “Yeah, I’ll stay,”

That assurance sent an obvious wave of relief through him, Noah letting out an exhausted breath and letting his eyes flutter shut against the pillow. “Thagkyou…” He breathed out, already starting to drift off to sleep.

I let myself have a few moments to collect my thoughts on this entire situation before breathing out a soft laugh and shaking my head. This would only happen in my crazy, messed-up life. Getting stuck at Noah Jameson’s place while he was out of his mind sick. Welp, I’d better settle in for the ride.

~~~~~~~~

At a soft shift and groan from beside me, I let my eyes glance over for just a moment before I moved them back to my laptop screen and continued typing. This had happened already about sixteen times in the few hours that Noah had been asleep, and no matter how much he stirred, he had still been asleep every single time.

Maybe I was just over-anxious because I was literally sitting against Noah Jameson’s headboard doing homework while he slept. That wouldn’t be a problem, except Noah Jameson didn’t like me. And, I was fairly sure he didn’t remember his feverish request for me to stay, so I really wasn’t looking forward to the conversation that came once he woke up. Thank god the medicine and the fever seemed to knock him out, cause I needed a little more time to prepare befor--

“--Savannah?”

…Oh, fuck.

I paused in my typing and turned my gaze to the now-awake Noah, who was blinking blearily up at me like I was some kind of hallucination. To his defense, if I woke up and he was in my bed (ON my bed, on, not in--), I probably wouldn’t have believed it either. But, before I could figure out what to say, he spoke again first.

“You…What are you doing here?” He asked, confusion and sleep muddling his tone as he rubbed beneath his eye and sat up a bit more, matching my position leaning against his headboard.

How on Earth was I supposed to explain this one? “Uhhmmm…How much do you remember from earlier today? After lab?” I questioned. This would be a lot easier if I knew what Noah remembered and didn’t remember in his feverish state.

“Uhhmm…We did the lab, and then…you drove me home? And I went to bed?”

Oh lord. Theeere was a lot missing from his retelling.

“...Well, yeah, kind of? But, when I dropped you off here you kind of almost passed out and then so I brought you up here. And then your fever was insanely high, like, really not good at all, so I gave you some medicine, and then…You asked me to stay. So I stayed,” I explained rapidly. My eye contact was absolutely horrendous, my gaze refusing to meet his as I felt a flush arise on my cheeks. Why did I think this would be a good idea?

Noah opened, then closed his mouth a few times, trying to form a response. I didn’t think I’d ever seen the guy so speechless before. The few moments he was taking to form his response felt like a lifetime as I anxiously awaited it.

“You…You stayed with me while I slept just because I asked you to?”

I blinked. “Well, I was worried about your fever anyway, and you said you didn’t want to be alone, and you seemed pretty upset? So, I stayed. I’m sorry if it made you uncomf--”

“You’re sorry? Jesuschrist--I just made you play babysitter and made you sit here while I slept for the past, like, three hours and I don’t even remember asking you, I’m sorry. I wouldn’t have made you stay here and watch over me and…Ugh, I’m just sorry,”

Considering the fact that we’d been apologizing to each other rather than firing comments back and forth, we were getting much too unlike ourselves, and I needed to slip back into the familiar, playful dynamic. That would make me slightly more comfortable in this incredibly uncomfortable situation.

“You didn’t make me play babysitter. If I was babysitting, I’d demand payment in cash. But, all I really want is a good grade on the next lab. Think you can do that?” I asked teasingly with a raised brow.

I could tell that Noah was slightly confused by the swift change of pace, but the quirk up of his lips into a smile told me that he was also going to easily slip into the teasing demeanor.

“You know, I think I can p-probably manage thhhat…Hold on, I gohhtahH! iiISHhhhUE!-nn’ETSSHhhu! rRIESHhuU! hheH! RSHHhhUE!,” He let out a few harsh sneezes directed down into his arm.

He let out a soft apology before sniffling and continuing. “But, honestly, chem isn’t my best subject. I’m more of a bio guy, and chem just…Ugh, it just doesn’t make sense. But, it makes sense to you, somehow. And, I really do want to do well in the lab, but I just…Could we maybe grab coffee sometime this week and you could help me out with some of it?” He asked, before interrupting himself with another thought. “Oh!, that can be my payment for your babysitting, do you accept payments in coffee?”

Noah’s fever, though it had seemed to go down significantly, had to be still messing with his mind. He was being a bit more…tolerable than usual. He was also being a bit more open and just a tiny bit more vulnerable as well. Interesting observation to file away for later. Well, who was I to say no to free coffee?

“I think I can amend our contract to let you pay me in coffee,” I met his gaze with a grin. “Give me your phone, I’ll put my number in,”

After looking around hazily for a few moments, he fumbled to take his phone out of the charger, opened the contacts app, and handed it over to me. I swiftly entered my name and number, handing it back to him. “Maybe once you’re feeling a bit better, hmm?” I inquired.

“Yeah, I should hopefully kick this in the next few days. I started getting sick on Monday, but it wasn’t nearly as bad as it was yesterday. Hence why I tried to go to lab…Probably not the best idea, all things considered,” I could still see a slight flush on his cheeks as he spoke that I knew had nothing to do with the fever. Completely objectively, it was a little adorable.

“Definitely not the best idea. Unless you’re looking to almost set yourself on fire again,” I mentioned with a grin, closing my laptop and slipping it into my bag that sat next to the bed.

“Definitely not. I’d frame you for arson against me in that case, though, so you’d better be careful,” His full lips mirrored my grin. “But, considering I’ve been holding you hostage here for the past number of hours, you should really get going. I’m sure you have better things to do, and as much as I’d like you to stay, I want you to get out of the contagion zone as soon as possible,” He let out with a snuffle, glancing to our proximity on the bed.

As much as I’d like you to stay… I hated how my mind lingered on that part of his sentence out of everything. I hated even more how my heart started beating the slightest bit faster at the implication.

“That’s understandable, and it’s probably my time to head out, but I wouldn’t worry much about the contagion zone. I’ve seemed to avoid just about every cold that’s come my way in the past few years,” I stood up and picked up my bag from the ground as I spoke absently.

“God, what I wouldn’t give to have that immune system…” Noah drawled, eliciting a small sympathetic laugh from me.

“I’m gonna head out now, okay? Text me if you need anything, and please do not let that fever go back up again, alright?”

Noah looked at me with playful mirth in his eyes. Oh, god. That look in Noah’s eyes was never good. “No one would ever know it, but you’re all caring and nurturing, aren’t you?

I rolled my eyes fondly, though I wasn’t able to completely hold back the smile tugging at my lips. “Nope, nuh-uh. Never,” I hummed teasingly.

“Yeeeahhh, you are. You took care of me and stayed here with me and worried over me and--”

“Nope, alright, that’s enough, I’m leaving,” I made out through laughs. My features relaxed into a soft smile before I continued. “Feel better, Noah. Text me when you’re better, ‘cause you still owe me a coffee,”

“Wow, using me for free caffeine. And here I thought you did this all out of the kindness of your heart,” He teased, his features mirroring mine in a fond look as he ran his hand through his messy hair. “Really, though. Thanks for everything, Savannah. Want me to walk you down?”

“Of course not, I can handle finding my way out of your apartment building. Unless you’re looking to almost pass out again on that elevator anytime soon, which I don’t think you are,” I said with a raised brow and a soft laugh, silencing any other arguments that he had lined up. “I’ll see you soon, then?” God, the fact that I was asking to see Noah Jameson more than I already did was an insane thought.

“Okay, okay. Yeah, I’ll see you later,” He hummed out with a smile and a soft wave goodbye.

As I closed the door to his bedroom, one thought stood out among the million flying through my brain: What. Just. Happened.

I spent the rest of my ride home and a number of hours after dissecting almost every single moment of that crazy interaction. I left my apartment for lab that day thinking that Noah Jameson was the single most annoying person on the planet, and now, only a few hours later, my feelings had completely flipped.

Why hadn’t I seen that Noah while we were in lab together? Was that Noah always there, lingering underneath the comments and grins and jokes and clumsy behavior? It had to be, unless the fever somehow gave the guy amnesia and he completely forgot who he was. And, I was pretty sure that wasn’t what was happening.

Welp, I guessed grabbing coffee with him in a few days would be an…interesting experience, to say the least.

After trying to stop myself from overanalyzing every moment of my past few hours by making myself dinner, I glanced at my phone to a text from the culprit himself, Noah.

Noah: *Attachment: 1 Image*

Noah: Did you reorganize my medicine cabinet?? I swear, you’re more high-strung than a tightrope, Savannah.

Savannah: Had you seen that thing? Of course I reorganized it, there were bottles everywhere with no order whatsoever!

Yeah, coffee was definitely going to be interesting.

#sickfic #snz fic #sick fic #snzfic #OC: Noah #OC: Savannah #super excited for these two #may or may not be halfway through another fic with them...#again still figuring them out but the one thing I do know is there will be a lot of banter #which i <3 #my writing

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zodiakuroo · 3 years ago

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Envy

EreMika is the villa’s top couple. Reader is hoping to turn one of their heads.

Pairing: Eren Jaeger x Mikasa Ackerman x Fem!Reader

Contains: 18+ characters, a good ol' fashioned love triangle, possessive behaviour, dom/sub dynamics, lil angst + lotsa pining, threesome, the sex is kinda messy but so is everything else

Word count: 10.5k (yes it's proofread but it's also kinda not)

Notes: For @doinmybesthere’s love island collab! happy pride month 🏳️‍🌈

Lush, mediterranean forests, thick with leaves and the wonder of adventure hidden inside.

Snow white, sandy beaches

Cerulean waters that sparkle in the sunlight and stretch to the edge of the horizon

The view from the infinity pool really is magnificent.

“You and Armin look good together.”

“You think so?” You murmur nonchalantly. The dark shades that cover your eyes dim your surroundings, making it all the more easy for you to see the brilliant figure in front of you.

“You don’t?” Mikasa cocks her head to the side, jet black bangs sweeping across her forehead.

“Armin’s a great guy. He’s my type on paper but… I dunno… I guess I wanna keep my options open.” You chew on your bottom lip, hoping she’ll change the subject. You can’t help the guilt that sits heavy on your heart.

The ‘you’ on the outside would never do something like this. Lead on some poor, innocent soul so you can stay close to the true object of your affections, biding your time until you can confess. Only when you’re certain that said love interest is free to be yours.

“Well, I still think you should lock him down before the recoupling. I don’t want you to get sent home.” Her gentle voice chases away any shame, kind eyes reminding you how you ended up in this situation in the first place.

“Oh you’d miss me?” You adjust your sunglasses, propping them atop your head, slowly wading towards her

“Of course you idiot.” She deadpans, kicking at the water, splashing in your face a little. You squeak in surprise and retreat a little. “You’re my best friend in the villa.”

If guilt is gnawing at you from one end, on the other end is bitterness, frustration slowly building towards a fever pitch.

Still, you don’t want to think about that now. You’ll only sour this moment for yourself. It’s rare that you get her full attention like this these days.

In the beginning, you two were inseparable almost from the jump. Both of you were a little more on the reserved side, especially stepping into such unusual circumstances. Naturally, you gravitated toward each other. Simply being in each other’s presence was enough to bring both of you out of your respective shells. That was the chemistry between you and Mikasa.

But when he dug his claws into her, your crush became one half of the strongest couple in the villa, leaving you behind to bury your own feelings.

Normally he’s stuck to her like a leech with his arms hanging around her like chains as if he’s afraid she’ll make a break for it any second. Like he’s afraid she’ll realise she’s too good to be catering to his every whim, too good to put up with his moodiness and too smart to fall for his charming front.

“Are you hoping someone new will come into the villa?” Someone ‘more your type’?” She uses air quotations to copy your words.

“Not exactly.” You start, distracted by the way she adjusts her bikini top, the soft flesh bouncing ever so slightly underneath her red bikini. The skin on her nose and on the apples of her cheeks are branded a similar shade thanks to the summer sun.

Your heart thrums against the ungiving wall of your chest, as you drift slowly towards her again, this time until you’re so close you feel her feet, drifting underwater at your waist. “I already have my eye on someone.” You answer as truthfully as possible.

“Are you gonna tell me who?” She furrows her brows curiously as you wrap your fingers around her ankles, slowly moving them up to rest on her calves. You use the position to pull yourself closer to her, until your chin rests on her knees. She leans down, as though she expects you to whisper the name of your crush into her ear.

You press yourself on to tip toes, to meet her halfway. Time seems to slow as you try to figure out what to do.

Lie? Confess? Kiss her?

But time doesn’t slow and-

SPLASH

You don’t get a chance to respond after your moment is ruined with an icy splash from behind you.

“Fucking hell!” You scream swatting water in his direction.

Right on cue.

“Eren what the fuck!” Mikasa scowls at him, clearly not amused either.

“I was just messing with you guys.” The sound of his cheery laugh may as well be nails on a chalkboard to you. “Sorry babe.” He pouts.

He takes up your spot by nudging you out of the way ever so subtly. Except it’s not really subtle. Not to you anyways. It’s pretty reminiscent of when he pushed you to the side when the two of them got together. He’s telling you to remember your place.

“Grow up Jaeger.” You roll your eyes.

With his arrival, discomfort sets into your bones. She accepts his apology almost instantly as always, easily placated with simple kisses. Innocent enough at first, starting over her knees but bit by bit his lips move further and further up her thigh, until she’s pushing him away murmuring “Not here.” As if he cared…

Watching them together, the picture of lovestruck, from a distance is nauseating enough, today you don’t have the willpower to experience it firsthand as a third wheel.

You’re about to excuse yourself when you hear Sasha yell from the opposite end of the pool. “Hey guys! I’ve got a text!”

Everyone shuffles closer, awaiting the message with quiet apprehension. When Sasha opens the message she gasps before reading it, making everyone’s anxiety grow tenfold.

“You don’t have to be a math genius to know that 1+1+1 = a crowd. It’s time to simplify the equation. Eren and ______ , get ready for a date! #LoveTriangle”

All eyes are on you in an instant and you resist the urge to duck down under the water to hide from the cameras. You wonder briefly if it would be easier to breathe down there, rather than up here where the tension is suffocating. Your fellow islanders are murmuring amongst each other but the words are indiscernible, muffled by the blood rushing to your head, face burning hot with embarrassment.

Everyone around you is wearing variations of the same expression; confusion. Sure they all had theories about you and Mikasa. Not that you were exactly subtle about it. Often touches that would linger for just a little bit too long, you would always lean in just a little too close when helping her with her makeup and many a time you’d been caught staring at her from afar. It’s just a little too intimate to be completely platonic but not intimate enough to be considered anything but a friendship. Then again, you never even had a chance to take it further because the only person who didn’t seem to notice was the ever oblivious Mikasa, not when she couldn’t see past the brunette boy with the striking jade eyes.

Now, looking at those very eyes you notice how they’ve lost their usual playfulness. As the exception to the bewildered expressions around you, he looks cold and unreadable. Then the corners of his lips twitch up into a small smile, one that doesn’t reach his eyes but big enough for him to flash his sharp white canines at you.

Mikasa has her eyes fixed to her hands in her lap, picking at her nails (a nervous habit she once told you). She refuses to look at neither you nor Eren.

You want to explain but the right words are nowhere to be found. Right here and now, in front of everyone (including the person she’s currently coupled up with) is not how you wanted her to find out. But you have to say something, anything to take away the melancholy that is so obviously weighing her down, but the words are stuck in your throat and before you can swallow that lump, he interjects.

“I wanna talk to Mikasa real quick.” He addresses you directly. “Why don’t you go ahead and get ready?” He phrases it as a suggestion but it’s more of an order. And just like that, your emotions flip to irritation. Who is he to tell you what to do? Even now, he wants a monopoly of her time and attention. As if your relationship (even just as a friend) might not also be damaged because of this.

And it’s not fair. You have to speak to her as well. You need to tell her that-

“It’s fine.” Her mouth pulls into a tight smile, being mindful of the cameras. It’s obviously not genuine, you can tell but you also know that she’s not one to show her true feelings, especially not publicly like this. But this feels too much for her and that brave face has never been more transparent.

Still, her slate gray irises meet yours. “I’ll be inside to help you get ready in a minute.”

You give an equally artificial smile and then swim across to the other side of the pool, where Sasha lends you her hand to pull you out of the water.

The car ride was awkward at best, insufferable at worst. You and Eren weren’t on friendly terms to begin with. Aside from the fact that he was coupled up with your crush, it was safe to say that being alone with him is not something you would ever have done willingly.

Where you found him loud and obnoxious, Mikasa found him excitable and bubbly. Where you saw him as stubborn, Mikasa saw him as driven and headstrong. Where you thought him impulsive and reckless, Mikasa thought him brave and spontaneous. When you said that he was rude and crass, Mikasa would say he was opinionated and outspoken.

It wasn’t as though she couldn’t see the bad sides of Eren but it was that she cared for him in spite of those things. Loyal to a fault she was. You let out a heavy sigh, thinking how much worse that makes all this. She must feel as though the loyalty she felt towards both you and Eren had been spat back into her face.

Silently you stare out the window, head turned away from him. A rare moment when you don’t feel the presence of camera lenses watching your every move.

Your brain is constantly replaying the last conversation you had with Mikasa. True to her word, she did help you choose an outfit and style your hair. But that natural comfort was gone.

No. That’s not true. The bond may be strained but it’s not broken. You can still do something to fix it. But neither of you were willing to address the elephant in the room.

Well, that's not exactly it.

It’s that neither of you knew how to.

Stood in front of the full length mirror, you took one last look at yourself, smoothing out the front of your sundress, but caught her sad gaze in the reflection behind you.

“Hey ____. Earlier, when you said you had your eye on someone. Were you talking about Eren?” Her voice was hushed but you feel it in your viscera, like a sharp kick that leaves you winded

You know what she’s thinking. What everyone is thinking. That you were going to swoop in and steal your best friend’s partner. And you can’t blame her because that’s exactly what it looks like.

But you didn’t betray her, you would never.

You want her. Not him.

It’s almost as though you’ll never get a chance to set the record straight. Before you could even try you were being shooed out the door.

Now at the table, you fiddle with the stem of your glass, resisting your body’s command to down the whole thing. Sitting here in silence with him for 2 hours may as well be torture if you were completely sober but it sure as hell would be better than talking to him.

Eren doesn’t seem to share your sentiments and is the first to break the silence.

“I know you don’t like me.” He says before taking a sip of his drink. “All this bullshit about a love triangle is ‘cause you like my girlfriend. Right?”

He flashes you his signature cocky smirk, one of the many things about Eren Jaeger that seem to irk you to no end.

“I mean she’s technically not your girlfriend.” You say as a feeble retort.

You are right. She’s not his girlfriend because he’s never asked her. Life in the villa was harsh like that. If your relationship wasn’t official, anyone was fair game. Really the only thing that had stopped you from making your move was the painful gnaw of your insecurity. The deep-rooted belief that she would never choose you over him. Just the idea of public rejection, in front of your friends, family and god-knows how many other people, puts the bitter taste of bile in your mouth.

“Like that fucking matters.” He leans back in his chair, long legs spread wide. At least you didn’t bother denying it, he thinks. But why would you, Eren is many things but he isn’t stupid. The way you stare at Mikasa all dreamy eyed, following her around like a stray puppy. When you two are together, he doesn’t like how you sit so close, always whispering and giggling at god knows what. You’re entirely too comfortable, letting her lay her head in your lap while you play with her hair. Small things like that add up, it’s not hard to fingers out what you true intentions are.

He’s not jealous. He’s not. Why would he be jealous of someone who doesn’t even have the balls to go after what they want? You just… bother him. You could have your pick of literally anyone in the villa but no. Instead, you’re always hovering around, waiting for him to fuck up so you can play the role of comforting best friend.

“What’s wrong?” Extra bravado backs your voice. You know this act. He’s trying to intimidate you. You always thought Eren saw himself as untouchable but the way his jaw ticks makes you wonder for a brief moment, is he threatened by you?

“Scared of a little competition? I think you’re on the wrong show.”

“Oh please.” He scoffs before picking up his glass again. “You’re no competition sweetheart.”

“Famous last words.” You hum condescendingly, before bringing your fork to your mouth, letting the food pass your lips.

He clenches his jaw tighter. Being able to push his buttons in this way is something you’re very proud of right now.

He lets out a deep exhale through his nose and says. “You know. I actually had my eye on you in the beginning.”

The bite of food seems to lodge itself in your throat, eyes bugging out of your head. You cough and sputter, quickly gulping down your drink to try and move the lump into your stomach.

“Surprised?” His voice takes on a much deeper tone.

You don’t reply, too busy fumbling for a napkin to wipe down the edges of your mouth so he continues. “Yeah. You’re hot, obviously. But also real feisty. Fun to tease and ease to get a rise out of. My type. But Mikasa…. I could tell she wanted me from the start and if I wanted to stay in this competition, I couldn’t waste any time grafting on someone who was playing so hard to get.”

“So this is all a game to you then?” You say through gritted teeth, both hands squeezing tightly around the cutlery you’re holding. All your anger is bundled up by a thin thread, ready to snap at a moment’s notice.

“I think you’re a little confused. Isn’t that exactly what this is?” He rests his chin on his palm, wearing that same chilling smile from earlier.

“You’re a real piece of shit. You know that?” You don’t want to lose your temper. Doing that means that you’ve given the upper hand back to him. Too bad you’re doing a terrible job of keeping it under control.

“Oh come on.” He laughs as if any of this is funny. “Its not like I’m leading her on.” Sharp as a dagger, those words jab themselves right in your gut. They’re a painful reminder that you don’t deserve to take the moral high ground. Thinking about what you’ve done to Armin, you may even be worse than he is.

“If I didn’t like her, I wouldn’t be bringing her tea in the morning, or making sure she ate.” Eren leans across the table, voice low and gravely. “Or making her cream all over my fingers every night while you and everyone else are fast asleep.”

You pick up the wine glass with the intention of covering his smarmy face in the blood red liquid.

Eren quirks brow at you, watching and waiting to see if you have the nerve. Because he knows that you don’t. If you did, you would have told Mikasa how you feel already. If you did, you would haven’t have latched on to the sweetest person in the villa as a fail safe. If you did, his pristine white shirt would have been stained burgundy by now.

Eren thinks you’re a coward and there’s nothing he hates more than that.

“Could have been you.” He sits back again. “Sorry I beat you to it.”

Your reception upon return to the villa is fairly mixed. Everyone is already dolled up with a drink in hand, the party in full swing.

Some people are glad to see you guys back, eagerly asking questions about the date. They might be genuinely curious as to how it went, interested in the development of new relationships or the survival of the villa’s power couple in the face of this challenge

Or they might just be in it for the drama, looking for gossip fodder. Wanting to know the details so they can go to the confessional booth and talk about how terrible of a person you are and how they would “never do anything like that to a friend”.

Other people greet you with disdain, people who would have been friendly with you mere hours ago. Armin is well liked in the villa, boyishly handsome with a kind heart. He’s a bit of a flirt at times but has never done anything with bad intentions. Of course everyone is fond of him. It’s only natural that you would look like the villain for stringing him along all this time, while he was developing genuine feelings for you.

Armin himself was angry of course, but it’s nothing if not deserved. You thought he would rage at you, call you selfish and cruel but he didn’t. Because Armin is a better person than you. You wanted to explain to him that you never meant to hurt him, but that wouldn’t mean anything because you did. In fact it would probably upset him more to hear that he was just an accidental casualty. A meek “I’m sorry” was the best you could offer. A nod and an impassive expression is all he offered in return, walking away to join Jean and some others on the daybed.

As for your date, you can feel his glare from all the way behind you as you make your way across the lawn to the bar. Mikasa is sitting on one of the stools with Sasha.

“Hey.” You interrupt Sasha’s animated chatter.

“Oh hey.” She turns to face you. While you’ve been gone she’s had time to build her defences up again, appearing stunningly neutral, not a hint of listlessness she couldn’t hide earlier. “How was the date?”

The first thing you think is She looks gorgeous tonight. But she always does.

The second thing you think is It’s time to grow a pair. Now or never.

You can still remember the sad look in her eyes from this afternoon. The thought still has your heart sitting in the pit of your stomach. The idea that it was a hurt you caused makes you want to throw it back up.

“It was…” You pause to find the right word. “Fine.” you decide on. You could have lied and said it was good but that’s probably not what she wants to hear. You could have been honest and said you would have had a better time removing your own wisdom teeth with a butter knife but that’s not the point. The date was irrelevant anyways, simple misunderstanding that you need to clear up right now. “But actually, I was wondering if I could pull you for a chat?”

Sasha hops off her chair, wobbling a bit as she lands. “Why don’t you guys stay here? I'm gonna go find Connie.” She places her hand on your shoulder, her own way of giving you a little courage.

You mouth a thank you that she meets with a wink before leaving.

You wipe your sweaty palms on the front of your dress, taking the seat across from her. Your mouth is dry and once again you can’t find the words to tell her how you feel.

Why can’t you just say it?

“So Armin is pretty mad at me. I’ll probably crash on the daybed tonight.”

You colossal idiot! You scream internally.

Once again you’re dancing around what you truly want to say.

Mikasa digs her clipped fingernails into her palm, struggling to keep her emotions at bay, dam threatening to break at any second. After everything, that’s what you came here to say? She knows it’s not your fault that you two didn’t get to talk before you left but you don’t think she deserves an explanation now?

At least Eren had the decency to come to her after. He didn’t say much except reassured her that nothing happened and he wasn’t interested in coupling up with anyone else.

Still, it didn’t quell Mikasa’s insecurity.

She’s never been jealous before in her life but this must be it. It feels like someone has dug into her chest and is squeezing, squeezing, squeezing until her poor heart is nothing but a crumpled mess.

If it had been anyone else, maybe it would have hurt less. Now she’s so afraid that she's losing you to Eren and she's losing Eren to you and in the end, she’s the one left with nothing.

“Yeah he was pretty upset when you left.” With her elbow on the counter top, she rests her chin in her palm. You’re used to her stoic expression because you know if you look long enough, carefully enough you’ll see how soft she is. But this is different. There is nothing but cold, hard steel behind her eyes.

“I deserve it though. I shouldn’t have strung him along like that.”

“Yeah I’d be mad too.” The bitter edge to her voice is one that you’ve never heard her use towards you. You try hard not to take it personally, she’s only mad because she doesn’t understand. You have to set the record straight.

Now or never right?

“Mikasa look. I have to tell you something. I-”

“I’VE GOT A TEXT!” Jean announces, getting in the way of your confession.

“For fuck’s sake.” You mutter under your breath.

It’s pretty obvious at this point that the producers have you on their hit list but as Jean reads aloud the message, it only becomes clearer that they must have some personal vendetta against you.

“Eren, you get to spend the night in the hideaway with the islander of your choice. #DecisionsDecisons”

It’s an easy decision so Eren doesn’t give it much deliberation.

But his choice shocks everyone.

“_____. It’s you and me tonight.”

Even after what transpired this afternoon, your relationship with Mikasa was salvageable but this… you don’t think it will survive

Without a word, she hops off her seat, storming into the villa without sparing a glance at anyone else.

It might have been the final nail in the coffin for his relationship with her as well.

Alone in the hideaway, you nervously tug at the silk sheets, bunching the fabric between your fingers.

You’ve been waiting here for 15 minutes, sat in your pyjamas, a simple t-shirt and cotton shorts. The possibility that Eren would stand you up becomes more and more likely. Why he would do all this instead of just choosing Mikasa is beyond you but you know better than to waste precious brain cells trying to figure out Eren Jaeger. If he did plan on leaving you alone here for the night, it was probably for the best. At least you could sleep in a room by yourself for the first time in ages. A small consolation.

Just as you start to contemplate turning off the lights and calling it a night, you hear the door of the room creak open.

Eren walks in still dressed in his jeans and white linen shirt and kicks off his shoes.

“Look Jaeger. I don’t know what you want from me but I’m not interested in playing your games. I-“

The rest of your sentence evaporates when Mikasa appears from behind him. You jump to your feet, fully prepared to leave. Did he bring you here just to humiliate you? If that’s the case then he’s had more than his fill, you won’t let him have any more fun at your expense.

“Not interested you say?” Eren raises his eyebrow, as he gently nudges Mikasa forward.

You should go but your feet just won’t move when she stands square with you. “What’s going on?” You ask, as your chest grows tighter, with every second that ticks by.

“Do you-” she pauses, after a silence that dragged on for much too long. “Do you like me?”

Everything about it is innocent; question, the tone, the way she looks at you. But now your heart is beating so ridiculously loud that you can’t think straight. She asks you so bluntly that you feel stupid for how long you’ve spent agonising over how you would confess. Unlike you, she’s never struggled to get to the point.

Behind her, Eren wears a poorly concealed smile and that’s confirmation of the obvious. You don’t know what he told her but it’s obvious she knows this much. There’s no reason to deny it now.

“Yeah.”

You had rehearsed it countless times, thought about all the flowery words you would use to tell her how you feel. Yeah is not as eloquent as what you had in mind but it would have to do.

“Oh.” Her blush deepens, blending perfectly with the red and pink hues of the dimly lit room.

Mikasa is still shocked, she didn’t really believe Eren when he told her. Granted, at the time she wasn’t really interested in what he had to say seeing as he had just publicly humiliated her. Hearing you say it now makes her rethink everything, from those early days up until now.

She’s seen people chop and change partners with every new face that comes in and out of the villa but that was never her. To her, she already had Eren so there was no need to consider anyone else. But now that she knows how you feel, things are different.

“Hmm. Oh.” You mimic followed by a dry chuckle.

It’s not the response you had dreamed about but what did you expect? Yes you’ve confessed but this wasn’t your moment. It wasn’t the one you’d been waiting weeks for. Ultimately, that moment never came and maybe that was a sign that you and Mikasa just weren’t meant to be.

The big room now feels too small for three people. There's not enough space. There’s not enough air. You need to leave. You need to-

“Well, why didn’t you say anything?” She steps closer to you. There is no malice in her tone. A simple question with a simple answer but you can’t pick up if this is a rejection or not.

“I didn’t know if you liked girls.” You mumble, taking a step back.

It’s not the reason. Maybe it’s one of them but you just needed the space to think. To breathe. But the back of your legs hit the bed and once again your backside is on the soft cushion of the mattress.

She moves even closer until her knees knock against yours.

“That doesn’t matter to me.” She shakes her head and cups your face with both hands so you look at her face, her smile (even though it’s only slight) alleviates the tension in your chest. “If I like someone, I like them and… I think I like you.

The relief that you feel meets an untimely demise when Eren approaches the bed. He pulls her body flush against his chest.

You truly were something. Here he was making it easy for you but you still can’t say what you want. A coward.

He whispers something inaudible into her ear and now you have both of them looking down at you. This is the smallest you’ve ever felt, wanting to shrink even further under their scrutinising gaze. Still, you feel a familiar tingle just buzzing in your lower belly as they size you up.

She tilts her head to the side, granting Eren access to her neck which he accepts. He plants soft wet kisses across the expanse of pale skin. Pink tongue and white teeth appear every now and then as he leaves bruises and bite marks on the, once flawless, canvas. Her eyes fall closed as she writhes in his hold, grinding her rear on to his crotch. His hands wander, underneath the hem of her short dress, exposing more of her milky thighs, black lace panties just barely visible. She hums, finally opening her eyes, to look at you, her thumbs rub circles onto your cheeks.

You can’t imagine how you look right now but you know how you feel. Your head is spinning from the erotic scene in front of you, clenching your thighs to alleviate some of the heat you feel, breathing heavily even though all you’re doing is watch, sitting there in your cartoon pajamas.

Mikasa gasps as he digs his teeth into her neck especially hard, leaving behind the dents of his incisors.

“Focus.” He murmurs into the crook of her neck.

You don’t know what he means but you can’t exactly blame her. If there were hands squeezing and clawing up your thighs, never reaching where you actually need them. If there was a tongue sliding over the sensitive skin of your neck, teeth raking over the same sore spots over and over again before soothing them with featherlight kisses and kitten licks. If you were in her place, you wouldn’t be able to focus either.

“I- I’ve never been with a girl though.”

Your mouth dries up at the promise of her words. There’s no way she means….

“But Eren said he’d help.”

Help?

There’s no chance for you to stop and question once he unzips her dress, letting it fall off her body, leaving her in her underwear in front of you. You can’t stop yourself from shamelessly raking your eyes over her body.

Yes, you’ve spent days with her, lounging around in swimsuits but this feels new. Maybe it’s the way the black lace cups the curves of her breasts, budding nipples just barely visible through the sheer fabric. Or maybe it’s the way the matching fabric only just covers her pussy, that’s just mere inches from your face. She’s so close you can practically smell her. Your tongue dips out to moisten your lips, practically dying to taste her.

Perhaps the biggest difference comes in the smouldering way she looks down at you, it’s the same desire you’ve had in your eyes for weeks, finally being reflected back at you.

Your hands twitch atop your thighs, itching to do something.

Touch her.

Touch yourself.

Anything.

She tugs at the sleeve of your shirt and that's all the instruction you need. You pull your shirt over your head, perhaps with a little more eagerness than necessary. While Eren unhooks the other woman’s bra, flinging it across the room. You feel your nipples harden instantly but you can’t be sure if it’s because it’s due to the cold air of the room or the heat of her stare on your chest.

Mikasa straddles you, stepping free from Eren’s hold. From the corner of your eye you see him unbutton his shirt but you can’t focus on him for too long. Not when your bare chests are pressed together. Both of you shudder as your nipples graze against each other and you feel the heat of her cunt radiate onto yours. You hear the sound of heavy breathing, you can’t tell if it’s hers or yours. You can smell her perfume, intoxicatingly sweet jasmine and amber. Her pupils are already blown wide, only a thin grey ring that lines the pitch black of her iris. You see your reflection of yourself in them and you can only imagine that she is seeing something similar. Mikasa has literally taken over all of your senses, all except for one.

She’s so close to you, she must be able to tell that your heart is racing. Her nose bumps against yours ever so softly. You’re almost too scared to even move. Everything about this moment feels like a dream, what if you close that millimeter gap and it ends?

But you know it's real when her petal soft lips press against yours. It can’t be anything but real when she kisses you, gently as though you might break. You can’t help but want more, slipping your tongue past her lips. And finally you taste her and you don’t think you’ll ever get enough.

You swallow all the sounds she makes as you lick the inside of her mouth, lips sliding against each other. Every whimper makes you hungry for more so you kiss her deeper, massaging her tongue with yours.

Puffs of air escape through your nose, but both of you are much too desperate to stop the kiss for something as trivial as breathing. It’s not worth losing the feeling of her mouth on yours.

Before long, your hands are wandering, trailing over the curve of her ass, rubbing over thin fabric that moulds to her body, tracing the intricate patterns of the lace. Her hand glides up your torso gripping the soft breast in her palms, making you moan into her mouth. She smiles into the kiss, rolling your nipple between her fingertips, sending small shocks of pleasure straight to your pussy.

You maneuver her body, rocking her back and forth on your lap. It’s not nearly enough friction. You’re dying to get rid of the fabric that separates you. You want to feel skin to skin how wet she is for you. You want her to know how unbelievably wet you are for her. You fiddle around trying to adjust the position, trying to get her closer to where you need her.

“Baby.” A deep voice cuts through the tension in the room. For a moment you’d forgotten he was there at all.

Much to your chagrin, Mikasa pulls away from the kiss. You’re both left panting with your lips swollen. Your heart sinks as you come to the realisation that this is as far as everything would go. One searingly passionate kiss and nothing more. You couldn’t imagine a crueler fate.

Mikasa looks over her shoulder for Eren’s instruction.

He crosses his arms over his bare chest, toned muscles rippling with the motion, and stalks over to the bed. “On your knees.”

Obediently, she sinks to the floor, kneeling in front of you with Eren directly behind her. Yes, you just made out with his girlfriend right in front of him but suddenly you’re self-conscious being half naked in front of him.

He’s staring at you and not in the ‘ogling your tits kind of way’. It’s like he’s sizing you up, breaking you down with just his eyes.

“Can I take these off?”

You blink down Mikasa, not believing your ears but you heard the words yourself, clear as day. Eren does nothing but stare, expression unreadable. The room is quiet as they wait for you to answer.

Chewing on your bottom lip, you nod hesitantly.

Mikasa helps you shuffle out of your shorts and panties in one go, leaving you fully naked. Your legs are already shaking, resisting the urge to snap shut out of embarrassment. You can’t hide anything, not when she holds your legs apart, exposing your bare pussy to herself and Eren.

“Look how pretty she is, Eren.” Her voice is breathy. You’ve never heard her sound like this.

It’s because she’s in awe. Day in, day out you two would lounge around in swimsuits and not once did she picture this is how you would underneath them. Perhaps it’s better that she didn’t, because the thought would drive her crazy.

“Real pretty.” He hums in agreement. He can admit, your little display had him rock solid already. But god seeing you puffy cunt, lips already shiny and slick just from making out has him aching.

Mikasa slips two fingers between your folds, barely grazing your clit.

She pulls her fingers away admiring the way your slick webs between them. She holds her hand up for Eren to see. “Real wet too.”

It proves too tempting for him to resist. Eren leans down to suck on her fingers, cleaning them of your arousal.

You wish you could deny how much it turns you on when you hear him moan at the taste of you on her fingers. But it does and you can only hope they didn't notice how you flinched at the sound.

“You wanna taste her?” He teases when he notices her pout. He’s speaking to her but looking directly at you, pinning you under his gaze. “Then ask.”

“Can I eat you out?” She doesn’t miss a beat.

That tilts your whole world. Are you really sure you’re not dreaming? You nod, not trusting your own voice right now. Mikasa spreads your legs even wider but Eren stops her, firmly grasping the back of her neck.

“Nah. Don’t make it so easy on her. She has to use her big girl words.”

If you weren’t willing to take what you wanted, then he would give it to you. Eren is a nice guy like that. But he’s not that nice. If you wanted it, you were gonna have to say so.

“Right.” She agrees. “I’ll ask again. You gonna let me taste this pretty cunt?”

Eren’s throbbing behind his zipper. He doesn’t think he’s ever heard her talk like that. It’s not a monster, more of a little green pest that buzzes around his brain asking him why she’s never said those kinds of things to him.

“Yes… please.” you answer hastily but neither of the two seem to share your urgency.

Mikasa’s touch returns, spreading your lips apart, only for her gawk at your dripping entrance, so close you feel her exhales on your skin.

The buzz in his head goes quiet because she’s waiting for his permission. She’s still his.

“Go on. Taste.” Eren whispers in her ear.

With one broad stroke, she drags her tongue across your cunt making your hips cant up towards her face, both of you searching for what the other has to give.

You will your eyes to stay open, hoping to brand the image of her between your thighs like this into the recesses of your brain. You don’t know if this will ever happen again and in case it doesn’t, you’ll have this memory.

Her tongue laps at your hole with the kind of excitement you can only hope to reciprocate by grabbing on to her silky hair, pushing her tongue further inside you. Not too hard, just enough to guide her in the direction.

She’s close. Right ther-

“Oi.” A smack echoes throughout the room. Eren is now knelt behind Mikasa, massaging the now sore flesh that was reddened by his hand.

Eren hated that you were a coward and he wanted you to take what you wanted but he’d forgotten that what you wanted was his.

Her attention is on him once again and the familiar jealousy starts to crackle in your belly. When Mikasa said that Eren would “help out” you didn’t think it meant him interrupting you two everytime you were starting to enjoy yourself. Of course it was naive of you to think that Eren would let you enjoy anything tonight. Maybe he did bring you here just to mess with you.

You hoist up your upper body to rest on your elbows just in time to see Eren take out his cock. Or rather he makes sure you see it. Gives you an excellent view in fact. It’s fully erect, bobbing against his abdomen while he gropes the flesh of her ass, giving her one more spank for good measure.

“You said you wanted to top right? Stop bein’ a fucking pushover.” He growls.

Her panties are pulled to the side, letting him press the fat, drooling head past her lips. You feel her breath come out in quick puffs against your thighs as she tries to accommodate his impressive girth. Inch by inch he’s filling her up until his hips press up right against her plush cheeks where he rests for a moment .

You look down to where her head rests on your thigh. Her face is scrunched up in either pleasure or pain, you can’t discern which.

Then Eren starts moving, slow and shallow at first and finally her eyelids flutter open. “I’m not done.” She digs her nails into your skin, making you wince. “Put that pussy back on my face.”

Eren lets out a satisfied noise. He really doesn’t know where she learned to talk like that. Even though she’s talking to you, he still feels it so he rewards her by snapping his hips faster, pulling out almost completely before ramming himself back in.

You don’t need to be told twice. Soon you’re back where you were a minute ago, Mikasa hopes to do the same, dipping her head low, already missing the taste of you on her tongue.

Sure she knows her way around her own body but she’s never eaten anyone out. She wonders if everyone tastes this sweet. Doubtful. She’s so eager for more wanting her tongue as close to the source as possible.

But before she can get there Eren chimes in.

“Nuh-uh baby. Go for the clit.”

Mikasa doesn’t argue because she knows that he’s helping her in the right direction. She can’t vouch for his skills, having had first hand experience. If she could learn to eat pussy half as good as Eren that would be enough to brag about.

She parts your slippery folds ever so delicately until she finds the swollen bud, that’s just throbbing for attention.

Her tongue hangs out of her mouth, tentatively flicking against it. She watches your face intently, taking careful note of your reaction. And what a reaction it is. Your thighs twitch beside her head, threatening to trap her between your thighs while you moan something that definitely sounds like her name.

She wants to hear it again to be sure.

“Spit on it.” He instructs her again.

You don’t think she will. The Mikasa you know would never do something so-

She doesn’t question his orders, cheeks hollowing out to collect her saliva that she allows to mix with your juices.

“See how messy she is? Fuckin’ sloppy.”

“So sexy.” She murmurs before diving for your clit again. Her tongue flicks at it haphazardly, she can’t get a good reach because of the way Eren’s thrusts shake her body. It feels good but you need more, shuffling down the bed until she can wrap her lips around the bundle of nerves. Everytime Eren hits just the right spot inside of her she moans against you, and you can feel the vibrations radiate from your pelvis up your spine.

While you’re so entranced by your own pleasure you don’t notice Eren’s lascivious stare. Mikasa being so eager to make you feel good should enrage him. He shouldn’t be this turned on, watching his girlfriend get on her knees for someone else, especially not you. But seeing the way, you’re so desperately trying to keep yourself from rutting against her face, nearly drawing blood from your bottom lip to try and keep yourself quiet. It’s adorable. But Mikasa has been too easy on you in his opinion and he doesn’t think you deserve ‘easy’. He wants to see your attitude breakdown bit by bit.

“Fingers. Use your fingers baby.” He prompts while slowing his thrusts, giving Mikasa more room to work.

One slender finger slides into your dripping cunt, feeling near no resistance on its way. Noticing how easily you take her, she’s quick to add a second, scissoring her fingers to stretch you out. High pitched ah ah ahs fall from your lips matching the rhythm of the drag of her fingers against your walls, the rhythm of Eren’s thrusts into her. It’s agonisingly slow, so she can enjoy the sight of you sucking her back in every time her fingers attempt to leave and admire the way your sticky arousal drips down her knuckles, onto the satin sheets.

Once Eren decides he’s had enough of that he picks up the pace again, meaning Mikasa has no choice but to follow suit. While her fingers pump in and out of you, she crooks them ever so slightly to try and find your g-spot.

When she prods at the spongy spot you go limp for just a second “Mikasa. Oh my god!” You squeal.

“Oho. She likes it.” Eren remarks, leaning over to whisper in her ear. “Keep doing that.”

Mikasa is nothing if not diligent. She consistently aims for that spot while her tongue stimulates your clit, stroking it over and over again. You’re practically rushing towards an orgasm, stomach muscles already tightening up and white spots already clouding your vision.

“G-gonna. Fuck. ‘M gonna cum.” You stammer, teetering on the edge.

“You hear that baby?” Eren asks. “She wants to come for you.”

Eren tugs on her hair, pulling up her head so she can answer him, but all she can manage is a string of needy whimpers.

“What do you say? Hm?” He pulls harder, not satisfied with her response.

“Mm-ah. No.” She slips her fingers out, leaving you empty and clenching around nothings.

“Atta girl.” He praises her, beginning to fuck her in earnest now.

All you can do is watch as Eren fucks her stupid on his cock, driving her closer and closer to her peak while you feel your own pleasure dissapate into nothing.

A hazy fog has descended over her eyes, she’s looking at you but she’s so far gone that she may as well be looking past you.

Eren’s hair is messy, chocolatey strands framing his face, skin dewy with sweat. The heavy plap plap plap of his hips ramming into her ass is deafening. He catches you staring and you can’t even find it in you to be embarrassed although you do regret inflating his already sizeable ego.

“Tell her how it feels.” He hooks his middle finger into her cheek “Tell her how good my cock feels inside you.”

He has no issue with admitting he’s being petty but he wants you to see what he does to her.

No, scratch that.

He wants you to feel it. That deep hunger you have for Mikasa? He wants a share in it too. He wants you hungry like that for him too.

“Feelsh shhho good. Eren’shh cock feelsh sshoo good.” Her words are barely coherent, drool seeping from the corners of her mouth.

“Hmm. Ask her if she wants it.” He grunts.

“You want him to fuck you?” She slurs, words distorted by the obstructing force of his finger.

Do you?

Before you would swear up and down that you hated Eren. You still do. But Mikasa has gone delirious on his cock, mouth hanging open with her tongue lolling out, whining muffled “Eren Eren Eren”s even with him fish hooking her, and you can’t deny that it has you curious. It doesn’t help that you’re still desperate, from being left high and dry, poor empty pussy just begging for attention.

You shake your head yes and Mikasa’s hand comes down hard on your sore puffy clit. “Words.”

“Yes please.” You mewl. Tears prickle at your eyes from the sting between your legs. “Please. I want Eren to fuck me.”

“So well behaved.” Eren mocks you. “Hm?” He stops moving, still balls deep inside her.

“Good girl.” Mikasa practically purrs, lifting her head up once more. The small praise makes you feel flustered, desperate for more.

“Yeah?” His palm comes down hard on her ass. She almost sounds delighted at the pain. “What are you gonna do for your good girl?”

“I’m gonna make her cum on my tongue.” With that she’s back into your pussy, face first, suckling on your clit with quick pulses and pumping into you with three of her fingers.

It doesn’t take long for her to bring you back to that peak. Maybe because she left you on the edge just a moment ago only to let you watch her get fucked within an inch of her life. Maybe it’s you’ve been wanting this, fantasizing about this for weeks. Or maybe it’s because (as per usual), Eren Jaeger doesn’t know when to shut the fuck up, a string of filthy words falling from his lips.

“You're doing so well baby.” He still hasn’t moved, more focused watching Mikasa fuck you open on her fingers. She’s so focused on making you cum, he wonders if she’s even listening but he knows that you are. “Gonna make that sloppy pussy cum so good. Let her make a mess all over your face.”

That’s the catalyst. It’s then that you’re falling into the abyss of pleasure, legs shaking as you writhe on the bed, while Mikasa’s fingers ride you through your high, gradually coming to halt as everything subsides.

When you finally feel grounded again, you open your eyes in time to see Eren pull Mikasa’s face towards him. Tonguing at her mouth, licking inside and around it to clean off the remnants of your orgasm. You watch longly from the bed as their tongues tangle together, tasting the mixture of you and each other.

When Eren has had enough, Mikasa turns to you, spit-slicked face gleaming under the dim lights. “My turn right?” She asks you, still slightly breathless.

Eren answers in your stead. “Yeah, take these off.” He stretches the elastic of her underwear so it can flick back against her skin. He’s trying very hard to sound indifferent because he’d be mortified if you knew how eager he was to see Mikasa rut against your face until she cums.

“Move up.” The instruction is for you this time, Eren patting your knees that still dangle over the edge of the bed. You clamber up until your head lands on the soft, downy pillows, body sprawled on the length of the mattress now. Eren crawls on top of you, slotting himself between your thighs. Mikasa sits next to your head, now sans panties.

He nudges against your tender pussy with the bulbous head of his cock, spreading your lips apart ever so slightly.

You don’t expect a ceremony, closing your eyes in anticipation for the burn you know is coming. It never does.

“Beg for it.”

Your eyes fly open, face immediately moulding into a scowl. He looks down at you with unabashed cockiness, clearly amused at your frustration.

“You fucking bastard! I-“

“_____. “ Mikasa trails her hand down your neck, grazing over your sternum and tracing the underside of your breast and circling your areola. Your nipples stiffen under the light touch. “He said ‘beg’.”

“But I already said it, didn’t I!?” Your irritation simmers when you address her, still deep down you cringe at how petulant you sound.

Eren’s hand comes down hard against your pussy and you let out a loud cry on impact. His hands are bigger, stronger and harder than Mikasa’s and that one spank leaves your whole pussy aching.

“Told you babe. You were being too soft.” He slides his tip through your folds while you twitch underneath the two of them, spreading is pre-cum around, mixing it with your juices. “Now she thinks she can get whatever she wants.”

She takes your nipple between her fingers, tugging on it gently. “Is that true?” She twists it hard, making you wince. “ I thought you were a good girl.”

She soothes the sore nipple by laving her tongue across it but the reprieve doesn’t last long as she sinks her teeth into the hardened nub.

“I’ll be good!” You whimper.

You're dizzy from the teasing; Mikasa playing with your tits, mouth around one nipple while her hand gropes the other one and the torturous drag of the full length of Eren’s cock up and down your pussy. It’s slow enough for you to feel every ridge and vein around him, always stopping to tease your entrance, but never giving you the stretch you’re craving.

“P-please.” Your voice is hoarse. “Please Eren fuck me. Pleasepleaseplease.”

He’s content with that; hearing you beg for him. He would never admit out loud that he’s jealous but there is a certain envy that sits heavy in his bones knowing that you want his girlfriend and she wants you just as bad. That's why it helps to know that, at the same time, you want him and he wants you too, just in a different way. It's messy and twisted, perhaps a little too complicated to unravel now. Because right now he wants to fuck you until you cry.

Yeah, that’s the way he wants you

In one quick, smooth motion he enters. You let silent scream and just as you feel full enough to burst, he reaches his hilt.

Mikasa lets go of your nipple with a pop and murmurs, “There’s my good girl.” Against the shell of your ear.

Without warning, Eren starts to move, impossibly deep thrusts, moulding your walls to the shape of him. He prods against a spot inside you that has your back bowing off the bed but he holds you down by planting one of his large hands firmly on your stomach.

Soon, he’s fucking you hard and fast. He can’t help it. The loud sound of your sopping wet cunt squelching every time he slides home, dripping down his hefty balls as they slap against your ass with each brutal thrust, was just egging him on.

That, combined with the sweet-sounding quiet moans of his girlfriend with her hand between her thighs, rubbing quick, quick circles while she’s seemingly unable to take her eyes off of the both of you.

She perches up on her knees to get a better look. Wanting to see exactly where he enters you, wanting to see your pussy stretched out way more than her slim fingers could do.

The creamy ring that encircles the base of Eren’s cock makes her shudder. She feels a sense of pride, knowing that translucent strands of your cum was because of her. Part of why you’re so sex-drunk right now is because of her.

“Eren.” She purrs. “You’re fucking her so good. Making her feel so good.” She uses her free hand to tweak at her nipples, eyes flitting frantically between you and him.

“F-fuck!” You cry out as Eren bottoms out and stays there. He leans over you, face hovering just above yours, the strands of his hair brushing over your cheeks. His pelvis is against your clit, providing delicious pressure but not much else.

“Open.”

It takes a moment for you to process that he’s giving you an instruction. But then, you slacken your jaw, lips parting.

“Looks like you can listen huh?” He sneers. “Stick out your tongue.”

And you do.

It’s all so Eren can drop a glob of spit from his mouth into yours. He makes sure he does it slowly, so that the string of saliva can stretch and stretch and stretch until it plops unceremoniously on your waiting tongue.

“Don’t swallow. Keep it there.”

He gives you another one, coating your tongue in his spit while your own begins to pool in your mouth.

“Hey babe. You didn’t get to cum.” He addresses Mikasa. He gives you one shallow thrust of his hips, the tip of his cock nudging against your cervix.

“Yeah?” She perks up, catching the meaning behind his words.

“Yeah.” He grunts, one more of those thrusts that puts him so deep you feel like he’s fucking the air out of your lungs.

She leans over you too now. Two pairs of eyes, look down on you from above. You blink your eyes shut, trying to escape their scrutiny.

“Open your eyes, sweet girl.” Mikasa coaxes you out of your sheepishness. She purses her baby pink lips, as if considering her next words. “Make me cum. Can you do that for me?”

For the third time that night, you have to question if you’re dreaming or not.

You nod your head a yes, feeling your own saliva pool in your mouth.

“So, so good.” Mikasa tells you.

“Shit.” Eren’s hips jerk against you, when. you squeeze tight around him when she tells you that. “Say that again.” He grits out.

Mikasa is positioning herself, facing Eren with her knees next to your ears, soaking wet pussy just an inch or so above your face.

“What?”

Their conversation is nothing but a faint buzz in the back of your mind, how could you focus on anything except what was right in front of you. Her pretty pink pussy, all wet just for you. The smell of her is heady, rich and sweet. The kind of thing you would get addicted to. God if she would only….

“——, you're such a good girl.” She sighs as she finally sinks down, resting directly on your face.

You moan involuntarily, finally getting to taste what your mouth has been watering for. You let your tongue stay still, letting her grind herself down on it. She tries to roll her hips in fluid motions but they stutter every time her clit rolls over your tongue as she lets out the most melodic moans.

You know that you’re being greedy now, but you can’t help it, the more she gives you, the more you want. Your hands fly up to her thighs and hold her in place. The tip of your tongue catches the rim of her leaking hole, trying to draw more of the sweet honey.

Eren clicks his tongue behind his teeth. “There you go again, letting her do whatever she wants.”

She pays him no mind, slipping her hand between her thighs to play with her clit, while your tongue massages the inside of her walls. “You’re just mean. She just wants to make me feel g-good r- ah right?” She rubs Her other hand tweaks one of your nipples, signalling to you that she wants an answer.

You moan a yes, muffled by the weight of her. You’re darting your tongue in and out of her pussy, unintentionally matching the pace of Eren’s unyielding thrusts.

She rolls the pulsing numb under her fingers, round and round. Her breathing quickens as she tries to bounces on your face; shallow up and down movements.

You can tell she’s close and briefly lament the fact that you won’t be able to see her face when she cums. You wish you could see what she looks like when that wave of pleasure finally crests. But when her knees dig into the mattress beneath her and rooting her firmly against your face, moaning your name as the waves of an orgasm rock her body, you can’t bring yourself to regret a thing. You’d let Eren have that. Getting to swallow down every drop that spills from her is more than a fair trade-off.

You clamp down on Eren’s cock, quickly approaching another orgasm of your own. Mikasa rides out hers by rutting against your tongue, her moans gradually fading into gasps.

“Make her real cum real hard okay ‘Ren?” She still hasn’t fully regained her bearings before she climbs off your face, (much to your dismay). “She really earned it.” She sighs giddy with bliss, plopping down beside you, turning her body to face you.

Eren huffs. “Your wish is my command.” His reaches your raw clit, rubbing it in harsh circles, setting your nerves alight like a livewire. There’s no way you could have held off your orgasm. Your muscles pull taut as you cum around his cock while he pummels your g-spot throughout your climax. As soon as you’ve come down, he pulls out of you. You whine, despite yourself, disappointed at the abrupt emptiness.

Eren mutters various expletives as he strokes himself over you. He’s coated in your cum and it makes the most obscene noise with every flick of his wrist. He releases onto your stomach hot, white ropes of cum shooting out, streaking from your belly button right down to the mound of your pussy. He milks his cock, desperate to get out every last drop, jolting his hips with the aftershocks of his orgasm.

He collapses on your other side, leaving you sandwiched between the couple.

For a moment the room is filled just with heavy breathing, the three of you recovering from your recent activities.

Mikasa drags her fingers across your torso, smearing Eren’s cum over your skin.

Your body is sticky all over, a mess of sweat and sex. All of you are. But you’re not able to get your muscles to move, just yet.

As the lust that fogs your brain clears, nagging questions start to rear their head.

‘What does this mean for us now?’ being the most pertinent.

You roll over, to face Mikasa.

Perhaps now isn’t the time to ask, but you’ve learned your lesson about waiting until the right time. It’s in everyone’s best interest to clear it all up as soon as possible.

“So um- agh!” you choke around a sudden intrusion and a salty taste spreads across your taste buds.

“Not now.” Mikasa gags you with two of her digits that are coated in Eren’s cum.

“Yeah.” Eren jostles behind you. His sinewy arm snakes around your waist pulling you into his chest. At the small of your back you can feel his dick pressed up against you, already at half mast. “We’ll talk later.”

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