#what if this stupid fucking bit ruins my reputation what if im too scared to literally. do anything in that fandom again

[forgetmenotsystem]

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[whitefeathers]

This is stupid im sorry guyz but … imagine love confessions w stevie when he catches you smelling his jacket @~@

Content Warnings: friends to lovers, no explicit sex but things get hot, confessions, scent kink/sweat kink, praise kink, pining

You and Steve have been friends for years, and it seems to you that it would always be that way. He’s oblivious to the way you go just that little bit hotter in the cheeks whenever he’s around, or steal glances at his lips longingly whenever he isn’t looking. He sees you as just a friend - you’re sure of it - but you just can’t shake your feelings for him. He’s handsome, he’s funny, he’s sweet, and, as his reputation boasts, he’s good in bed.

He’s everything you’ve ever wanted and more; Steve Harrington has your whole heart. But with your shyness, you’re far too terrified to confess, scared you’ll ruin your easy dynamic with him as your best friend. It’s left you wanting - no, needing - more, and the yearning in your heart is currently clouding your judgement.

You eye the jacket in the corner of your room, unsure whether or not you’re about to do this.

Steve had come over to your house after finishing work for the day, and he’d only just left. He’d forgotten his jacket, having took it off due to the early summer heat, and so it lies in the corner of your room, tempting you.

Need curling in your gut, you impulsively reach for the jacket, collapsing back on your bed and burying your face in the fabric.

Oh.

Your mind blanks for a second, the thick scent of Steve’s cologne and testosterone-pumped musk numbing your brain and accelerating the heartbeat in both your chest and clit.

You know Steve smells good from the hugs he gives you and the way he always sits close to you, but such a direct hit of his scent when you don’t have to hide your inhales is something else completely.

Treacle-sticky lust pools in your belly and you only feel a little bit of guilt as you take another inhale, this time of the armpit of his jacket. His natural scent is thicker here, more of the masculine smell of his heady sweat than cologne, and it smells so good. Your thoughts race, imagining the scent of his sweat mingling with yours as your naked bodies press flush together, his deep voice mumbling ‘good girl’ in your ear as he-

“[Y/N]?”

You throw the jacket to the floor, eyes wide like a deer in headlights as you look to your window to find Steve climbing through with a smug grin.

Steve chuckles, grabbing his jacket from the floor.

“I just came back to get my jacket,” he stands in front of you, grinning.

“I was- I just, I- what did you see?”

Steve sits himself down next to you, letting his hand rest on your thigh. You’re too sparked up on adrenaline to notice the intimacy of the gesture, terrified of what comes now.

“Nothing much. Just you being cute and smelling my jacket,”

Oh fuck, he saw.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it, it was just-“ you pause, the cogs turning.

“Wait, cute?”

“Yeah, cute. Shows you like me, right?”

You aren’t exactly sure where this conversation is going, and your heart pounds in your chest. You hesitantly make eye contact with Steve, searching his eyes for any sort of indication, and just find amusement and something else you can’t quite place. Nerves of his own? Excitement?

You can’t really lie with the situation you’ve just been found in, so you nod hesitantly. Steve’s face immediately breaks into a smile, a real smile, and his hand comes up to stroke your cheek absently, leaning in until your lips meet and you’re kissing him, oh my god, you’re kissing him!

When the kiss is finally broken, Steve rests his forehead against yours.

“Well I like you too, baby. C’mere,” he wraps his arms around you, his hand tucking your head into his neck protectively. You can smell him just like you could on his jacket, but infinitely more intimate and warm, and you feel like you’re going to explode from a sudden onslaught of shock, joy, and confusion.

“Can’t believe you caught me smelling your jacket like a perv.” You mumble, giggling slightly.

“Kinda set you up for that one on purpose. Sorry, babe,”

You lightly punch at his chest, gasping.

“Harrington!”

“What? You can’t say it isn’t smart.”

“So you set me up, just to catch me in the act?”

“Yes.” He’s proud, kissing the top of your head with a cheeky smile.

“Dumbass.”

Overwhelmed with pure feeling, you let yourself fall into his embrace before you start to mouth at his neck, the arousal from before not having slipped away completely. Steve is more than accommodating, adjusting you to kiss your lips again, this time deeper, wetter, hotter. You aren’t sure if things are going to get heavier, to soothe that ache in you, but you decide regardless that you want what he gives you.

After all, he’s all you’ve ever wanted and more. Him and his dumb jacket-leaving master plans.

[descendantofthesparrow]

Harry Hook x reader – connected – soulmate! AU

Type of soulmate au: hearing the other thoughts

Key:

h/c- hair color

e/c- eye color

h/l- hair length

s/c- skin color

y/n- your name

---(y/n) POV---

soulmates are able to hear the others thoughts, you have been hearing the thoughts of one harry hook since you were a child when you could understand speech and thoughts.

He was the first to make contact, when you were 3 years old

Hello?

Hi! Are you my soulmate?

Yes!! I wasn’t sure yeh would respond, my names harry hook! What's yours?

(y/n), (y/n) Swann.

You both talked constantly day and night, your mother having to teach you to shut off the link between you and Harry so you could get some sleep.

One problem, he's an isle kid, you’re an Auradon kid, royalty to be exact, well…not really royalty, the daughter of the pirate king, Elizabeth swan.

 You were (y/n) Swann-Turner, daughter of Elizabeth Swann and Will Turner. One day Harry had invaded your thoughts, screaming about the fact that hed just heard a story from his uncle smee about the pirate king. Elizabeth Swann, asking you if she was the same as your mother.

When you had told him she was, Harry had squealed in excitement.

Then his thoughts turned fearful, he told you he had to go

Im sorry (y/n) I haveta go, meh dads getting mad, he's scary when he's mad.

It's okay Harry, stay safe.

I'll try

He had shut his link of with you for a while, only opening it once to tell you his dad had forbidden him from talking to you ever again

Im sorry lass, I don’t want to, but he scares me.

I understand, just…just check in once in a while, please?

Yeah

That had been the end of your full conversations for a while. He only reopened the link once a month, just to say he was okay, and then he would close it.

You hated it, falling into a depression, that happened to those whose soulmates closed off their connection.

One day, when you were 15, he opened the link, scaring you slightly as you were studying for the geometry test.

LASSIE

On davy jones heart harry! What the fuck?

Sorry, good news!

Yeah?

Meh dads dead!!!

…

Lassie?

How is that good news?

It means we can talk freely lass!!! He can’t tell me to not talk to yeh!

Oh!!! Yay!!

So…hows it been going for the last seven years?

You both talked all throughout the night and into the morning, happy to be properly speaking to the other for the first time in a long time.

And if that meant you fell asleep during the test that’s okay, you were just happy that you could talk to him again

Your mother had noticed as well, your grades had gone up, you were eating properly again, you had taken an interest in your swordsmanship once more, you were just…happier.

“(y/n)?” you glanced up from your book, telling Harry to pause your conversation for a  moment.

Are yeh sure lass, is it ba-

It's okay Harry, it's just my mum

Okay.

“what's up mum?” you asked, raising your brow at your mother, she seemed…not concerned but curious.

“I've noticed something.”

“yeah?”

“You seem…happier?”

“oh! Yeah, my soulmate reopened the link-“

“oh! Thank goodness, I noticed you became depressed after he shut the link, I was the same way when your father closed it after he became captain of the  Dutchmen…im happy for you sweetie” she walked over to you, leaning down to hug you

“thanks mum” you leaned into your mothers embrace, she kissed your forehead and left the room, closing the door behind you.

Yeh have a good relationship with yeh mom

Yeah im thankful for that

….

Harry?

Sorry was just..thinking

Don’t hurt yourself hooky

Eay!!

One day, the crown prince ben, the son of King Adam and Belle, had announced his first proclamation, that he would be bringing four VKs to Auradon to attend Auradon Prep, to give them a chance at a normal life.

When you heard you immediately told harry.

Harry!!! Guess what!!

Shit! Yeh scared meh,…um…. you're a pirate lord now?!

No, that’s not happening till my mom passes her title to me, but Bens going to bring over four VKs to Auradon!!!!

Holy fuck what!?!?!

Yeah!!! I'll see if I can convince him to bring you over!!!

I really hope you can, I want to see you

Right back at you hooky

Shit Umas calling me I gotta go

Kay, say hi to her for me! Oh! And tell her ill try to get her over too, I want to meet my fellow pirate captain.

Kay, talk teh yeh later lassie

Bye

-----

Ben had already decided on who he would be bringing

Mal, Evie, Carlos, and jay. You furrowed your brows and the first and last name, harry had told you about them

Mal, the girl that had ruined Umas reputation and self-esteem, and Jay, the boy who abandoned Harry when he needed him most.

Harry had nothing against Evie and Carlos, other than the fact that they crewed with Mal.

You had tried to argue against his choice, trying to suggest Harry and Uma, when he voiced that Mal was his soulmate like Harry was yours.

You stopped at that, asking him to at least promise to bring over Harry, Gil, and Uma after the first four are more accustomed to Auradon.

He promised.

----

He forgot his promise. It's been six months since the core four came over, six months since you told harry the bad news, six months of trying to bug ben to remember his promise

But all you got was ‘im busy (y/n)’ ‘I can't right now (y/n)’ ‘I have a date with mal right now (y/n) later’

He kept making excuses, more and more each day, till you weren’t even able to talk to him at all.

One day

Lassie, you'll never guess who I just found~

Something to strangle Chad Charming with?

What?

Nevermind, go on?

The traitor malsie~

Wha? Shes…she and Ben had a fight, she must've cracked and retreated to the isle.

Oh oh oh~ that’s good! Umas gonna love this~!

Good, maybe you guys can get some leverage on ben.

You were interrupted by frantic knocking on your door, getting up, you heard Harry talking animatedly in the background, but you toned the link down, so you could hear him if he called for you, but you could also ignore him if needed.

Opening the door, you saw Evie, looking worried.

“what do you want?”

“Mal’s gone back to the isle.”

You just stared at her for a few moments, before raising your brow in disinterest. “and I care why?”

“because…..you said your soulmates a vk right?”

“Yeah?..”

“You can visit him when we all go to get Mal!”

You paused, if you went with them, you could see Harry, wait we?

“we? Whos we?

“me Carlos, Jay, and Ben”

“Ben? As in King Ben? That’s a stupid move Evie”

“he's the one who has to convince Mal to come back, and he was going to go alone before I insisted that we go”

“and you need me why?”

“because your even more skilled than Jay and Carlos with a sword, and you’re terrifying when you fight. It would be a good idea for you to be Bens bodyguard”

You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose, before hearing Harry's voice, calling your name in confusion

“fine, I’ll go but only to meet my soulmate”

“Okay, meet us at the back of the dorms in an hour!”

You nodded, closing the door, and turning to your room, leaning back on your door.

Hey hooky, guess whos coming to the isle~

----

The isle…was exactly the way Harry described it. Rundown, trash everywhere, the smell of rot filling the air.

It only made your decision to get harry of the isle more strong.

As you arrived at the core four hideout, you told Harry where it was, and to wait at the back ally.

On it lassie, see yeh soon

See you soon harry.

Once Ben had returned from the upstairs loft, he left to the back ally, and you followed him.

“Ben, wait up”

“I can't believe this, I thought, I thought Auradon was enough for Mal I thought-“

“okay beasty boy im going to stop you right there, it wasn’t that Auradon wasn’t enough for her, it was the pressure of having to be this pretty pink perfect princess, and the fact that you never bothered to ask if she was okay or not, you just assumed, now I don’t like Mal, but I could tell she was getting overwhelmed”

“i-I ah!”

A pair of arms grabbed Ben, wrestling his wrists together, and gagging him.

Then you were grabbed.

You yelped, fighting back against the tall male holding you, turning slightly, you saw a tan male, with braids holding his hair back.

“lookie what we got here lads~ a lost king~”

You recognized that voice.

You turned to it, seeing a tall male, red scarlet jacket, fluffy curly black hair, ocean blue eyes lined with kohl, diamond-cut jaw, and..and a hook in his left hand.

‘Harry?’ you thought

The male tensed slightly still taunting Ben but seeming to have another conversation in his head.

Yeah, lass?

Are you in front of Ben at the moment?

Yeah, we just got him, why?

Did you catch anyone else?

Aye, this pretty lass with (h/c) hair and (e/c) eyes, why?

That’s me you asshole

“fuck” Harry said aloud, glancing at you. Before turning back to Ben, pointing his hook at him.

“take him teh the brigs, and bring her” he pointed at you, a softness in his eyes “to meh courters. I wanna have a little chat wit her”

Harry turned, walking back down the ally, to Evie calling for Ben

-----

Now you sat on Harry's bed, feeling slightly awkward as you waited for him to return from…whatever he was doing.

The door opened, and Harry stepped through, looking…nervous?

You both just stared at each other as he closed the door behind him.

We've talked for years and all of a sudden, we can't do it in real life?

Harry jumped slightly, not expecting you to use the link to talk.

“uh yeah, I guess….. I dinne kay how teh do this.”

“Neither do I” you shrugged, “but we’re soulmates for a reason aren’t we?”

“aye”

So you talked, about what was going to happen, and what was going on tomorrow, and what would happen after.

“because of Bens….forgiving tendencies, I think he'll still let you over, especially if Uma can work her magic.”

Harry nodded, sighing, looking at you through his lashes.

“…lassie?”

You hummed stopping your pacing, looking down at Harry sitting on his bed.

“yeah?”

Harry shuffled his feet, playing with his hook, and biting his lip.

“can…can I kiss yeh?”

You paused, staring at him, he looked up at you, shy and unsure, you bit your lip, sitting down on the bed next to him.

“yes” you whispered, Harry didn’t waste a second, leaning in and passionately pressing his lips to yours.

You moaned in response as he pushed you down onto the bed, wrapping his arms around your waist, you curl your fingers into his hair. He nipped your lip as you pulled his black curled locks

-----

The next morning, you woke up in Harry's arms (completely clothed btw you nastys~ ;p) you groaned as you uncurled yourself from harry, sitting up from the bed, you stretched.

You heard harry sniff as he sat up, laying his head between your shoulder blades.

“wand for the crown today lass”

“mmhh, yeah, let's hope Mal brings it”

----

You had ended up tied with ben, to give the illusion that you weren’t apart of the plan. Ben apologized to you, saying that he was sorry you had never had the chance to meet your soulmate.

You and Harry locked eyes, linking once more

Is beasty boy really that oblivious?

Yep

Wow

Soon Mal showed up, and you had been around the wand enough time to tell it was plastic. You could see the lines where the plastic melded together.

Harry! the wands fake!

What!!!!

Yeah, Carlos must've printed it with his 3d printer

You heard Harry growl as his grip on Ben tightened, but you stopped him from releasing Ben into the shark-infested waters

Harry doesn’t, he's your only way to Auradon now!

…

Harry, please

…fine

Thank you, I just got you, I cant lose you

…

Harry nodded at you, bringing Ben towards him slightly, away from the edge of the plank.

“Harry…bring em over”

Harry grumbled as he gripped Bens jacket collar, leading you with his hook.

He shoved Ben down to his knees, gently pushing you to stand beside him

“cut em lose”

He huffed, “I never get teh have any fun!” he sliced Bens ropes and used his hook to free you.

Go with them lass, yeh don’t belong on the isle, ill be fine

I don’t like it but okay, stay safe.

You tried to rush to the tunnel with the others, but Uma snapped the “wand” and order for the crew to take you down.

Jay tossed you a sword, you caught it effortlessly, twirling it in your palm, and launching into battle, sending the crew's swords flying and swiftly cutting them down.

Harry was cackling in your mind

Holy shit lassie!!! Yer impressive!!

Why thank you~ I learned from the best!

Tell yer dad the teach me!!

Tell him yourself!

Hahaha!

Then the smoke bombs, you glanced at Harry, who was soaking wet and turned your gaze to Uma, nodding at her, she returned it, rage still in her eyes

See you hooky

See ya Swann

You leaped into the car, seeing a particular book in the corner of your eye

Harry

Hm?

Mals spellbook, at the other side of the tunnel

Got ill tell Uma

Good luck

…

Lassie?

Yeah, Harry?

i….

I have strong affections for you too hooky

…thanks.

 ---the end---

[phobiadeficient]

Speeding bullet cross fraction maybe? Maybe one of them nervous about how to teams would react, had they found out and the other calms their partner's mind with gentle sex

this is like literally more feelings than it is porn but im almost physically incapable of writing cross faction without it getting angsty. call it billy shakes syndrome

-

“Anyone see you?” Sniper asked quietly, taking Scout’s jacket and hanging it up by the door.

“Don’t think so,” Scout replied quietly, kicking his shoes off and starting to wrestle his way out of his t-shirt.

It was late, stupid late, but the lateness was necessary. Nobody else was awake and about, most likely, and if they were, they would be too tired to go investigate what someone was doing going into Sniper’s camper, and it was too dark out for them to be able to tell that the person was wearing blue, especially with the additional precaution of Scout wearing a black jacket over his regulation civvies. And absolute worst case scenario, if someone came by, it was possible they wouldn’t recognize the enemy Scout when he was out of uniform, and Sniper could say that he was… his friend from town, or his weed guy, or something like that.

Scout seemed a little off, hands shaking too bad to get his laces undone. Sniper was patient, moving to pour Scout a cup of coffee—decaf, but Scout always drank it with about four packets or two spoonfuls of sugar anyways, so it didn’t matter.

Scout took his usual seat, and his hands continued to shake as he took a drink from the mug Sniper slid across the table to him, staring at the blinds every few moments as if sure they were going to come alive and try to strangle him at any moment.

“What’s wrong?” Sniper finally asked.

Scout took a breath, then another. “Nobody saw me,” he repeated. “But… I think Spy—ours—saw me… coming back in late. He started asking questions. Then during the break today he said… he said something, I dunno the exact words, but he was… maybe he was just making fun of me. I dunno. But it sounded kinda like he might know something is going on.”

Snioer reached across the table, took Scout’s hand gently. Scout allowed it. “Well,” he said, “maybe he doesn’t. Just keep acting natural.”

Scout nodded, swallowed hard. “And if he does and we gotta make a break for it…” Scout trailed, looked at Sniper and back away. “…We, we planned for it. We’ve got a plan. We know what’s gonna happen.”

“Right,” Sniper agreed. “Don’t panic. The boss will send someone to talk to us. If she does the same thing she did with Soldier and Demo, she’ll tell us that we’re hired to kill each other specifically, and that the other one already agreed. She’ll say all sorts of things to confuse us and make us doubt ourselves.”

Scout nodded, swallowed hard again. Sniper waited a moment.

“And what are you meant to do?” he gently prompted.

Scout nodded. “Play dumb, then play along,” he managed, although his voice was a little choked. “Act mad for a little bit, then pretend I believe whatever she says to me.”

“Right. And I’ll do the same but give in quick since I’ve got the reputation that I’m a professional about this sort of thing, plan to kill everyone I meet and all that,” Sniper continued. “And then the weekend immediately following, we head to the bar in town, meet up, make our escape. Back before I had a Medic around to patch me up, I knew this sawbones down in southern California, and she’ll do what she has to do to get anything Medic’s put in us back out, and we mail them back to our bases then high-tail it to Canada.”

“And if somethin’ goes wrong, we’ll handle it,” Scout said, voice tight. “We know what we’re doin’.”

“We know what we’re doing,” Sniper agreed, squeezing his hand.

Scout blinked hard a few times. “What if…” he started to say, then stopped. “What if somethin’ goes real wrong though?”

“Then we’ll handle it,” Sniper replied.

“But what if—“

“Love,” Sniper cut in, squeezing his hand a bit harder, heart dropping at the way Scout squeezed his eyes shut, propped his forehead against his hand. “Love,” he continued, more gently. “I know you’re scared. I’m scared too. But we can’t afford to let it eat away at us right now. We need to keep acting natural.”

“I’m gonna fuckin’ die if I gotta keep sitting around pretending I’m not scared twenty-four-fuckin’-seven, Snipes,” Scout said, voice broken. “I just sit around all day worrying about you and if anyone’s found out and if anyone’s gonna find out and if I’m gonna mess everything up for us. It’s all I can think about.”

“You can… let it out in little bursts,” Sniper said carefully. “Like now, when there’s nobody around.”

Scout sighed shakily. “I only get maybe ten hours a week that I can see you and I don’t wanna spend it freaking out like this, I feel like I’m ruining everything,” he admitted, sinking even further.

“You’re not,” Sniper assured. Scout’s exhale told him that he didn’t believe him.

Scout drank his coffee silently, still staring off into middle distance. Sniper dipped as well, watching his expression as well as he could without staring, which would just make Scout feel self-conscious.

“Can we lay down?” Scout asked, sounding tired, and Sniper nodded.

He laid down, and Scout wasted no time in curling up against his chest, pressing them as close together as he was physically capable of. Usually Sniper would get on his case about it, because they lived in the desert and it was the middle of summer, and even with it being past sundown it was hot and uncomfortable and they’d both get sweaty in no time. But this time he didn’t, he allowed it, just kneading and drawing circles into Scout’s bare back, connecting the dots on his freckles while Scout nestled his face in against Sniper’s neck, breathing slowly, deeply.

Minutes passed that way, and then Scout shifted slightly against him, and after a moment Sniper realized Scout was kissing his neck.

“Love,” he said quietly, hardly a whisper.

Scout ignored him.

“Love,” he repeated, a bit louder now, hands stopping.

“C’mon,” Scout mumbled against him. “What’s the problem?”

“You’re upset and freaked out,” Sniper replied, a little sharply.

Scout’s exhale was shaky. “I just need a minute to be out of my head, okay?” he tried, the annoyance in his voice crooked, and Sniper could hear the exhaustion underneath.

So he nodded, said some quiet affirmation, and Scout was shifting.

Sniper mostly just pet at Scout’s exposed skin while he got himself ready, rousing his body and soothing his mind. Stroked and pinched, let himself be distracted from his own nerves and the weight in his chest by the sounds Scout started making and the weight on his lap. By the time Scout was adjusting, sitting up on his knees so Sniper could shuffle his pants the rest of the way off, slowly lowering himself down around Sniper with all kinds of gorgeous little noises, his mind was adrift, too busy trying to register so many nerves lighting up to dwell on things like his life situation.

Scout moved fast, something there in his eyes that told Sniper he wasn’t completely distracted yet, and the jolt of his hips bordered on uncomfortable, on too much, making Sniper’s breath catch in his throat. It only took a minute or so for Scout to make a noise of frustration, motions stopping with a final jerky roll, chewed-off nails digging into the softness of Sniper’s stomach. “Get on top,” he panted.

Sniper nodded, wrapped an arm around Scout’s lower back, braced his elbow. Carefully rolled them, repositioning them, pressing an apologetic kiss in against Scout’s collarbone when he made a sound of discomfort. “Ready?” he asked quietly, and Scout nodded, head falling back.

It only took a few seconds before he looked back up at Sniper though, eyebrows furrowing. “What’re you…?” he trailed breathlessly, clearly confused.

“Taking it slow,” Sniper replied, voice still quiet, gentle. He reached a hand down to adjust Scout’s thigh just slightly higher up on his waist, and Scout opened his mouth, presumably to complain, but all he could do was release a moan at the next slow push, angled just right.

Despite the large majority of his body demanding that Sniper pick up the pace and rail into Scout like there was no tomorrow—and who knew, maybe there wouldn’t be—he kept his pace slow and easy, moving just right to make Scout’s back arch, his hands curl in against the sheets, then Sniper’s hair as he gently guided him to do so. Scout looked up at him with wide, bewildered eyes, and Sniper looked right back, allowing himself now, and only now, only in the privacy and secrecy of his own house and home, to show his love on his face, bright and clear as he watched Scout fall into the throes of pleasure. That was his only goal. He could finish himself off later for all he cared—right then, Scout deserved, needed, to be pampered and shown that Sniper loved him. More than anything else in the world.

Why did he have to be on the other team, Sniper asked in his own mind, eyes squeezing shut for a moment at the weight of the question. He didn’t get an answer, so he just opened them again and moved to start kissing across any skin he could reach, starting to jerk Scout off in slow, easy motions, giving him that little twist at the end that he enjoyed so much.

Scout was practically a puddle by the time he was done, Sniper’s only warning before he came being a hard twitch in his hand and a gasp half an octave higher than Scout ever got. He kept his motions steady, even if his hand sped slightly, wringing out every gasp and half-stammered syllable that he could before shivering took over and Scout fell back limp against the bed. Sniper pulled out as gingerly as he could, wincing as the heat and tightness left him.

Scout tried to start talking twice, and managed it on the third time. “Why’d you stop?” he half-slurred, blinking up at Sniper, dazed and fucked stupid. “You could’ve finished off, it’s okay.”

“That would’ve hurt,” Snioer pointed out gently, finding his boxers and wiping Scout’s mess off of his hand.

“That’s okay, I would’ve been fine,” Scout said.

“No,” Sniper replied, cupping Scout’s cheek now, looking him dead in the eye. Scout’s eyes widened at the suddenness, the intensity in Sniper’s gaze. “I’m not going to hurt you. I’m never, ever going to hurt you. Not if I can bloody help it. We clear?”

Scout looked at him with those big blue eyes for a few more moments. Then, over the course of a few seconds, his expression crumpled, and then he was lunging up to pull Sniper into an embrace, sobbing hard.

Later in the night, Scout would suck him off and they’d talk about other things, minds far away from their situation, finding joy and comfort in each other, and joy of a different kind in each other’s bodies as strength and vigor slowly returned to them. But in that moment, Sniper just held on Scout, wishing more than anything else that he would never have to let go.

[murcidea]

aight under the cut is my notes i took, I wrote down all of sugimuras lines in the game Sans the shadow sugimura as that was a cognition of okumuras and added commentary about how i take them. so. here. under the cut. if you dont know what these events are then sorry man. its in order, the first meething with him, the confidant where u meet him, and then in that one cutscene where every1 thinks akira is dead.

you made me look everywhere for you... 

(genuinely annoyed. where the fuck was she? he has obligations to spend time with her and would rather not waste it searching for a person he already dislikes.)

What were you doing somewhere without reception? Out late with guys--Thats it. Isn't it? 

(he doesnt think she was at all. He knows her too well. In his eyes shes a prudish little girl, theres no way she was doing  that. hes being a bitch to make her upset. he wants her to hate him. maybe this will be what finally pushes her over the edge and makes her ask her dad call it off. he has no clue that kunikazu is so awful that he would allow her to be literally abused. he thinks hes better than his own father at teh very least becuase shes so gentle. he must be kind to her unlike his dad.)

C'mon, let me have some fun too, will ya? 

(in the off chance he would never have agreed to go through with it. he doesnt want to fuck her. hes not that depraved, hes more into actual adults than highschool girls. sure shes legal but good lord no thanks. he would probably just call her a slut and laugh at her for thinking he wanted her.)

Can't you do that for me?

(same as above, hes just trying to scare her.)

//gasp// What the-- Goddamn cat! Will you shut up you stupid cat?

(under normal circumstances he would not have kicked a cat at all but he was genuinely scared. Hes a jumpy person by nature and morgana scared the fuck out of him. when he told the cat to shut up it was more him paniced. He was thinking more along the lines of "please be quiet while i think about what to do oh dear god i hope its not hurt but im so fucking mad." hes got irrational anger issues. he would go home later and regret it so badly he adopts a cat to make up for all hes done to the one (morgana) he kicked earlier.)

Sorry about the disturbance. It's just a... lovers quarrel with my fiance. 

(saving face. His father is cruel and making him look bad would get him great punishment from his father. He doesnt want to have to fist fight or anything. god that would suck.)

How dare you make a fool of me. i'll be telling your father about this too. I won't forget your faces. 

(he realizes theres no point in saving face now. theyre cunty little teenagers. he hates them as his nights already been bad enough. theyre on the shit list and he hopes they go fuck themselves. even then he doesnt hate them 100% id say its about 55%, hes not truthfully a hateful person, mostly apathetic.)

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Haru? I was just heading home from a business engagement when i saw you from my car window.

(he wanted to see her as he saw the opproutunity to harass her about hanging out with akira. no other reason.)

Hm? Do I know you from somewhere? .....!

Youre one of those brats from before... 

( He knew this from the get go, hes just a very good actor.)

...Hold on, Haru. You think you can go on a date with another man and leave your fiance in the dust?  

(he couldnt care less, hes got an obligation to be sure she doesnt make them look bad however. as much as he hates to interfere hes gotta be sure she doesnt ruin either his or her reputation. this is all to upset her but also an obligation to be sure shes not fucking up.)

Oh yeah? And what about the contract I made with your father? Are you sure about that? Think about the reparations clause. If you back out of the deal now, you will lose everything you own. Okumura Foods, your estate... And what about your employees? Are you really willing to put their jobs on the line for the sake of your selfishness?

(it was his fathers idea to say these things if it ever came up, hes going along with it out of obligation. a bit afraid to go against his intentions as he can easily cut yutaka out of the family and their money.)

Besides this marriage is exactly what Okumura Foods needs right now. My father would have no trouble managing your shares or sweeping away your company's tarnished image.

(ah this line. exactly what made me think that perhaps sugimura is not as evil as he seems. theres someone behind him pulling the strings. he doesnt say he will fix it, no, its his father. hes just a playing peice in his fathers plan, not unlike haru.)

That reminds me, did Takakura-san tell you about the wedding hall? He got us the Phoenix wing at the Wilton. He made a provisional reservation for ten days this coming spring. After all, The sooner the better. We'll have to look into our guests' schedules as well. There'll be over three hundred of them, you know.

(yeah he wants it the fuck over with. he doesnt want to marry her at all no. but he thinks making the deadline closer will make her more likely to panic and drop out of this arrangement all together. he knows she must hate him. he hopes she pulls out.)

Takakura-san can handle Okumura Foods in the meantime. Why don't You go stop by the gym or something, Haru? I mean, if you have time to mess around with this punk, you damn well have time to get a little thinner.  

(straight up hes being a rude ass he loves thicc bitches.)

I'm out of here.

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I believe your father can rest in peace now. That phantom thief could never have changed anything. Only a handful of people are qualified to alter the world.

(he says this very pompously but its actually the result of him watching powerful people stand by while he's suffered his whole life. He doubts that the phantom thieves are even really doing anything worthwhile. not like they can help everyone. he hates the false home he thinks they're giving people.)

So you've been coming home late. Thats what I've heard. I make a good playmate, you know.

(obligatory creepiness as she STILL hasn't called off their arrangement god DAMN IT PLEASE HARU. he does talk like this for real with people hes into tho. ngl.)

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