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bumblesimagines · 2 days ago

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Common Interests

Request: Yes or No

Summary: Colonel Miles Quaritch never expected to be revived into the body of the very thing he went to war against but he adapted. Now, he can't fully understand if his new brain is making him imagine things.. like an attraction to one of the locals.

Pronouns: He/Him/His

CW/TW: Typical Avatar warnings, age gap (Quaritch's conscience is much older than (Y/N) but his body is much younger so), they match each other's freak to a degree that is dangerous to the public, Quaritch is probably a lil ooc, sexual content toward the end

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A heavy sense of deja vu washed over Miles as he took in the module, now worn down from time and taken over by the forest's flora. He died, and while he had no memory of the day, the reminder settled over his shoulders like a weight.

It was hard to look away from the battle sight, too overgrown with lush plant life to hold any signs of a fight apart from the module and the AMP suit containing his bones. It chilled him when he first laid eyes on the remains of his human body, on the arrows piercing through where his chest had been.

Looking at it now filled him with anger and the delicious heat of revenge. Killing Jake Sully would be an eye for an eye, in his opinion. It wasn't his problem Jake had disposed of his human body.

"This.. 'friend' of yours," Miles cleared his throat and tore his eyes away from the AMP suit to eye the feral child, his feral child by all means. Spider glanced at him. "Any idea when, or if, he'll show up?" There's a bite to his words. Patience wasn't one of his virtues.

Spider only swallowed and turned his back to him, the blue stripes painted along his arms humorous if not pitying. He was beginning to believe this 'friend' was a ruse, some lie conjured up in hopes that the Sullys would take notice and fly to his rescue. The tension in the air amongst his squad members told him they thought similarly, and the last thing Miles wanted was getting further on General Ardmore's bad side. His stunt with the scientists had left a notable bad taste in her mouth.

His head tilted curiously when Spider took a deep inhale, half-expecting a scream for help to leave his short body, but instead, Spider made a call of sorts. It sounded odd, likely due to his vocal cords being unlike a Na'vi's but it echoed through the forest nonetheless. Everyone held their breaths, ears twitching and flicking wildly as they examined the gigantic branches stretched out all around them. Miles waited, his muscles tense. A distant call echoed back and the clanking of soldiers grabbing their guns followed.

Spider's hands shot up, his eyes flying wide open in panic. It almost tugged on Miles's heartstrings. "Don't shoot him! I told you- he isn't with the Omatikaya!"

"You never told us why," Wainfleet mentioned stiffly, his hold on his assault rifle unrelenting. "He could be a cannibal for all we know."

"He's not- What?" Spider made a face, his blonde eyebrows knitting together in disbelief. Wainfleet shrugged. "He's not a cannibal. He was exiled for- for-" Spider swallowed again, nervous this time and even a little sheepish. "For making an attempt on Jake's life."

Now that had Miles's attention, and his body reacted accordingly. His ears perked and twitched forward with interest and a throaty chuckle vibrated in his throat. "Is that so?" One of his canines dug lightly into his lip, half-eager and half-amused. Of course, his kid would befriend someone banished for attempted murder.

A feeling of being watched suddenly bore into his back and he whipped around, one hand grabbing his rifle but the sharp inhale from Spider made him hesitant to raise it. His eyes studied the surrounding treeline, more adept and better than his human eyes but the Na'vi of the forest were raised to stalk their prey without being seen. An excited chill jittered up his spine.

A little too late for his liking, Miles caught sight of the figure before a blur of blue jumped down into the small clearing, landing on the ground with a soft thump no human ears would've picked up. The soldiers whirled around and bristled at the sight of the unfamiliar Na'vi as he slowly rose from his hunches, those almost cat-like eyes studying them intently.

"(Y/N)!" Spider shouted, the relief in his voice immense.

(Y/N)'s ear twitched at the sound of his voice and before anyone could blink, Spider ducked past Miles and straight for him. There were shouts, ones that Miles silenced with a raised hand, and the soldiers reluctantly grew still. Spider essentially threw himself at the Na'vi, though his small human weight barely even swayed him. (Y/N)'s tail coiled.

"Vrrtep 'eveng." He murmured, his hand comically large when he placed it over Spider's shoulder. Miles felt an unfamiliar pang in his chest watching Spider press his mask as close as possible into (Y/N)'s abdomen, seeking comfort and reminding him of just how young he still was. (Y/N)'s fingers pressed into his shoulder blades and then promptly tugged Spider away, his face neutral.

It only then registered what he'd called Spider. Demon child.

Miles found himself unable to tear his eyes away from his kid. "He speak English?"

Spider's mouth opened to respond but Miles caught the irritated tail swish and found his question answered. "He can." (Y/N)'s voice was accented, similar to the accent of Sully's wife, but it somehow sounded more pleasing coming from him. Perhaps the history between Miles and the Sullys ran too bitter for him to see any beauty in the family. (Y/N)'s eyes dropped back to Spider. "You are with dreamwalkers. Why?"

Before Spider could answer, or potentially plead to be saved and ruin everything, Miles took a step forward and lifted his hands away from his weapons. "I have an understandin' you and Jake Sully, the man your people call 'Toruk Makto', are at odds." (Y/N) stared at him. Right, right, human phrases and sayings weren't at the top of the school's list of things to teach the Na'vi. "You don't like him."

(Y/N)'s lip curled upward into a smirk, and the fact he looked unbothered by all the weapons pointed at him made Miles like him already.

"JakeSully is a vrrtep, a demon amongst the People. A false idol." (Y/N)'s features hardened then, ears pinned back and everything. Spider suddenly looked uncomfortable. "He stole everything from my brother. Tsu'tey should have been Olo'eyktan. Neytiri was meant to be his mate. JakeSully took it all from him, and then killed him. Him being Toruk Makto means little to me. He is.. vermin."

"You're preachin' to the goddamn choir, kid." That little furrowed brow look appeared on his face again but Miles continued. He could feel his canines pressing into his lip from how wide he grinned. "Jake Sully is a vermin, but he's a vermin I mean to kill."

(Y/N)'s tail raised and coiled slightly so Miles interpreted it as a sign of interest. He took a moment to study the Na'vi standing before him, the Na'vi his son seemed to prefer over him. Miles couldn't blame him; he'd be apprehensive after all the shit the scientists put him through too.

Like all other Na'vi, (Y/N) was tall and lithe and sported as little clothing as possible which Miles tried not to focus on too hard. There was a scar along his forearm a paler blue than his skin but it appeared to be in the process of fading. A wound from the war, Miles assumed. His eyes captivated him the most though.

His eyes were pretty, but his stare was intense—not intense in the angry or aggravated way of the Sullys or even Spiders, but in a predatory way. He watched them like a lion would a herd of gazelles when contemplating whether to leave them alone or go on the prowl. His stare was confident and calm while simultaneously intimidating, filling Miles with a thrill.

"We need to become more like the Na'vi, like you, in order to locate and terminate Jake Sully."

Spider glanced up at (Y/N), his hands twitching as if he wanted to toss his arms around him again. "He means becoming an ikran rider."

(Y/N) blinked at that and for the first time, he looked utterly bewildered. "You are not ready."

"Kid," Miles lightly scoffed and exchanged glances with the rest of his squad. "We're soldiers- warriors, if you will. We're more than ready for anythin'."

"We were born ready." Wainfleet asserted cockily, a light pleased chuckle rumbling in his throat, but (Y/N) remained unconvinced.

He stepped forward toward Miles in a long stride, and the air, which had been lightening up, tensed again. Z-Dog shuffled forward, nearly pushing her rifle close to his face, but he merely hissed at her, all canines and briefly flattened ears. It was a simple warning, based on how swiftly his features relaxed afterward.

"Leave him." Miles barked and she begrudgingly backed off.

Being in an avatar body gave him the advantage of equal footing with the Na'vi, and his self-assurance showed when he allowed (Y/N) to draw closer. (Y/N) eyed him from head to toe, his stare scrutinizing. To Miles's surprise, (Y/N) took his hand in his and studied it, lightly pinching the finger his own hand lacked. His touch was equally surprising: gentle, mindful, almost cautious. He hummed softly and trailed his attention upward until it stopped on the ink covering his bicep, tracing the outline of the bird with his eyes.

"It's an eagle-"

(Y/N) dropped his hand, uninterested. "It is ugly."

Miles stared at him in surprise and felt some heat lick up his neck when his ears caught the stifled snickers behind him from his squad. He shot them a withering glare and they quickly silenced themselves, even straightening up and adjusting their hold on their weapons. Fuckin' Morons.

(Y/N) circled him, his eyes raking all over his body and lingering on his rifle when he appeared at Miles's other side. His curiosity was understandable; Miles often wondered what other differences there were between the natives and avatars besides the obvious. His hand reached behind Miles and carefully took his braid into his hand, the feeling alone sending a jolt up his spine.

He'd received an obligatory lesson on his avatar body, its limits and functions, all that jazz. He was beginning to think that maybe he should've paid closer attention to the parts he deemed useless for the mission. He'd probably know why his body was reacting so strongly to a mere touch.

"You have kurus, you may perform tsaheylu." (Y/N) dragged his palm along the braid, the sensation making the air catch in Miles's throat though it seemingly went unnoticed. It was an odd sensation, one he couldn't describe. It sent shivers dancing along his spine and made his lungs struggle to breathe. (Y/N) stopped at the bottom and raised it so the others could see the wriggling tendrils. "You will need tsaheylu to bond with an ikran."

"What's it like? This, uh, tsahehu shit."

(Y/N) glared at Wainfleet and Miles tugged his braid free, air finally flowing into his lungs with ease. "Tsaheylu is a bond. You will feel the ikran.. you will feel each beat from its heart, every breath it takes, every emotion it feels, any pain it endures.. and it will feel you, too. Once tsaheylu is established, the ikran will be bonded with you until death."

The information settled over the squad and Miles gave a thoughtful hum, his fingertips lightly scratching his chin and eyes dragging down to (Y/N)'s 'kuru'. His hand raised to grasp it, curious to see how it'd affect the Na'vi, but (Y/N) snatched his wrist and held it hard in his hand before it could inch any closer to his braid. Miles's jaw clenched with a flare of irritation.

"Tsaheylu is only performed in adulthood when you choose the person you wish to be mated for life with. It is serious. It is the strongest bond you will ever have with another." (Y/N) squeezed his wrist and narrowed his eyes. "Kurus are not toys."

"You mind lettin' me go, kid?" His teeth bared until his wrist was released from his tight grip and his nostrils flared with a sharp inhale. "Let me make myself very clear here, (Y/N). You and I, we fought on opposite sides of the same damn war. We may have a common enemy but you and I sure as shit ain't friends. We need a Na'vi, a real Na'vi, and you are as real as it gets. I respect your loyalty to your brother and what you tried doin' in his honor but I am Colonel Quaritch. You will treat me with some goddamn respect, understood?"

(Y/N) leaned in despite the already close distance between their faces, their noses just a hair away from brushing. The intensity in his eyes heightened, not a speck of fear in them or a tremble in his body. Most would have had wobbly knees from his tone alone. Miles's eyes unwillingly lowered to the constellation of lightly glowing white freckles scattered across his face and found himself startled when he considered the beauty of his features.

That wasn't right.

Na'vi were strange, alien creatures who he typically found unattractive in every aspect but their admirable courage. He supposed becoming an avatar and living in a body that largely resembled them flipped a switch in his head, made him unconsciously reconsider how he saw them.

(Y/N)'s flat nose, round eyes, pierced ears, striped markings, and sharp canines no longer looked unnatural. It made him uncomfortable to realize but he was too stubborn to lean back or look away from him. He was a Colonel, goddamnit.

"You are vrrtep, too, like JakeSully. Your existence-" (Y/N) cocked his head to the side, his breath hot on Miles's face. "-disgusts me."

(Y/N) leaned back, his chin slightly tucked and his unblinking stare challenging, silently encouraging Miles to test him. Miles felt tempted to; he wanted to strangle him or slam his knuckles into his nose, something, anything, just to put the fear of god in him and finally feel an ounce of respect from him.. another part wanted to squeeze his flesh and learn how he tasted. Miles hadn't expected the latter, and it made him worry for his sanity. Had it really been that long since he last gotten laid?

"You've got some balls on you, kid." He finally managed.

(Y/N)'s hairless brows twitched downward, confused again. It was startling how easily he switched from murderous and eager to fight to then having innocent puzzlement over common human phrases. His mouth formed a frown and his eyes flickered to Spider questioningly, his tail flickering from side to side like a whip.

Spider sighed heavily, obviously discontent with the newfound alliance, however unstable it was. "It means he thinks you're brave."

(Y/N) hummed and looked the slightest bit satisfied, the corners of his mouth twitching up before it smoothed back out into a neutral expression. His shoulders straightened and he roamed his eyes over the rest of the squad, his eyes flickering around to study each of them and their bodies.

"Come then, we will see what Ewya thinks of your desire to ride her ikrans."

When the opinionated and often grating Dr. Augustine was still around running her little avatar program, Miles paid little mind to her discoveries on Na'vi culture. His job was training each soldier that came to Pandora and ensuring they had a fighting chance when they ventured past the walls of Hell's Gate, not keeping up with sleep-deprived, yapping little scientists who more often got in the way. Now.. well, as much as he hated admitting it, maybe he should've done some more research on what going full Na'vi would entail.

"You're fucking with us." Z-Dog breathed, uttering the words on everyone's minds as they stared up at the floating islands that made up part of the Hallelujah Mountains. The small clusters of rock and foliage floated above them, connected by roots and vines that extended up and through the clouds. "We're going up there.. on foot?"

(Y/N) grinned, his canines gleaming in the sunlight as Spider snickered under his breath. "You are climbing. Spider will lead the way."

Z-Dog scoffed. "And what the hell are you going to do?"

"Fly."

Tilting his head toward the skies, (Y/N) made two distinctive calls, stronger and smoother than the call Spider had made but with a harder click of his tongue. The familiar shriek of an ikran responded and the squad took tentative steps back when the winged beast appeared through the clouds. It landed before them and gave its long body a hard shake, little chirps coming from her parted jaws.

"Do not look her in the eye. She will take it as a challenge." (Y/N) instructed with amusement, his palm gently running along her long neck. A soft noise rumbled in her chest and her four golden eyes fluttered shut. "Her name is Tìlor. We flew into battle together against the sawtute years ago."

Tìlor was a pretty girl. A mix of lavender and aqua-blue collided along her leathery body with navy blue markings covering her from snout to tail. The talons at the end of each dragonfly-like wing tapped gently against the ground, helping her move as she shifted around to peer up into the skies.

(Y/N)'s hand moved to carefully grasp one of the kurus protruding from her temples, moving it so he could connect his own with hers. Her body shivered and her pupils dilated briefly before her head affectionately bumped into his abdomen.

"I will meet you on Mons Veritatis." He told them as he climbed onto the saddle fastened to her back. His grin sharpened into something cruel when he looked at them. "A fall from this height will kill you. Mind your step."

Tìlor swiftly took off into the sky with a shriek, her movements swift and graceful as they circled the main roots attached to the ground that led to the first floating rock before they disappeared beyond the clouds. Spider moved quickly, effortlessly climbing onto the roots and walking up without hesitance.

"C'mon." Miles huffed, adjusting his rifle so it rested along his back and setting his boot over the root to test its sturdiness. It was long and thicker than his body but the bottom of his shoe slipped on the moss. He sighed and reached down to undo the laces of his boots. "We can't let some Na'vi outshine us, can we?"

The climb to Mons Veritatis was treacherous. Each time he looked up, more floating islands appeared above them, more spread out and dangerous than the last. Spider climbed as if he'd done the journey a million times before, even leaping from island to island and swinging from vines as if he were only a few feet from the ground and not climbing through clouds. His arms burned and ached like hell by the time they reached the mountain the ikrans called home, his blue skin shining with sweat and air leaving him in small huffs.

Spider barely looked out of breath.

He led them to the rookery, a cliff along the side of the mountain covered in thick vegetation with untamed ikrans scattered across the surface in an ocean of vibrant colors. Ikrans shrieked and growled at the sight of them, and those closest to where they walked shuffled away or flew off to settle somewhere else. Tìlor landed beside them and snapped at a nearby ikran, a youngling that darted into the sky in fright.

(Y/N) hopped off her back and reached out to grab the muzzle of the tranquilizer gun Wainfleet tried setting up. "You wish to be like Na'vi, you will do this like Na'vi. JakeSully's children have completed iknimaya with no weapons. You are adults." He effortlessly tugged the gun from Wainfleet's hands, his tail flicking with a hint of annoyance. His gaze turned toward Miles and the corner of his mouth raised mockingly. "Unless you are afraid, vrrtep."

Miles's jaw twitched and he inhaled slowly through his nose. He was playing right into (Y/N)'s game and he knew it but his pride refused to let him be so openly mocked. "Alright," He rose from his hunches to be at eye level with him and he slipped his rifle free from his back to hand it over to Mansk. "How is this done, tough guy?"

"You do not choose an ikran, an ikran chooses you." His eyes suddenly brightened and his tail wiggled with a barely contained thrill, his sharp little canines digging into his bottom lip. He looked positively excited, in an almost deranged way. "It will try to kill you."

Miles smirked, a laugh rumbling in the back of his throat. "Now, ain't that somethin'."

Bridgehead City's nothing compared to the forest encircling it that the machines slowly chip away at. All metal and concrete instead of soft dirt and towering trees, clanging and whirring of machines instead of soft calls and branches rustling, cold AC air blasting inside the buildings instead of the warm air outside.

(Y/N) obtained a permanent nose crinkle the moment the chopper landed, and he hardly seemed impressed at the fact he had to breathe from a mask every few minutes when they finally escaped the machines working outside. His ears twitched in every direction and his eyes narrowed at every stare he received from stunned or petrified workers.

If he sported the outfit the Recoms wore instead of the beaded jewelry and little loincloth of the clans, he may have passed for one of them, but Miles figured he'd refuse to even put socks on; it took ages to convince him to visit Bridgehead, to begin with. His tail whipped irritability and Miles hoped Spider's quiet explanations of everything kept his temper in check.

"Pull up the footage we've got on Jake Sully's attacks," Miles ordered, his hands coming to rest on his hips. He waited a moment for the footage to be projected but everyone in the room was frozen still. Nobody moved, nobody even breathed. What a bunch of pansies. "Am I talkin' to my-damn-self?"

The nearest person to the control panel quickly reached over and tapped on the smooth panel that lit up briefly at her touch before she shrunk back into her chair as projections of the footage appeared. (Y/N) stepped forward, eyeing the technology curiously as he took a sip of air from his mask.

"Jake Sully's attacks are well-coordinated," Miles admitted somewhat reluctantly, watching choppers explode from missiles shot by stolen weapons and the muted cries of soldiers struck by arrows longer than their bodies.

(Y/N) propped his leg up on an empty chair, the action so casual he could've been mistaken for a cocky Recom. Miles's eyes naturally drifted back to him and he felt his lip quirk. The Na'vi seemed to have an instinct to perch on things, something Spider picked up like a habit. The teen mimicked (Y/N) and crossed his arms over his chest, though he looked like he hardly cared for the footage.

"He was sawtute before he was uniltìrantokx. He claimed to be a warrior and he wielded your weapons effortlessly during the Battle of Ayram Alusìng." (Y/N) craned his head over his shoulder to look at him. "This does not surprise me."

"The Na'vi fight-"

"What the hell is this, Colonel?"

General Ardmore's voice vibrated through the room, sharp and tense and dripping with controlled fury. Those in the room familiar with her stiffened immediately, more tense than they were when (Y/N) entered the room. Her bright blue eyes flickered wildly between the Na'vi and Miles, disbelief on her face first before the irritation returned in the form of a scowl.

"This is (Y/N)." Miles drawled casually, knowing it'd grate on her nerves. He still had to wrap his head around no longer being the top dog around the base. "He's an Omatikaya exile; he nearly killed Jake Sully."

"So, you thought you'd just bring your new pet here to Bridgehead?" General Ardmore laughed humorlessly, her jaw visibly clenching. (Y/N) stared at her blankly, his tail twitching once with disinterest before he returned his attention to the projections. "Colonel-"

"We fought the Na'vi blindly once and lost because Jake Sully knew our ways. We need someone who knows how Sully and his wife work, how they think and act as Na'vi." Miles explained, his boots thumping against the floor until his body was between (Y/N) and the other humans with holstered weapons. "He's already proven useful, General."

"We aren't here to make friends, Colonel." General Ardmore spoke through near-gritted teeth, her eyes briefly fluttering shut in exasperation. "You know our new objective."

"He's useful to our current objective, General. He's been trained to fight by the Na'vi since he was a kid and he despises Jake Sully. Trust me on this one, I know what I'm doin'."

General Ardmore remained silent for a long while, her nostrils flaring and eyes narrowed into slits. Her chest rose with a deep inhale and she gave a firm nod, her eyes alone threatening him before she turned her back to him. "If he becomes a problem, you will neutralize him."

"Understood."

(Y/N)'s curiosity of Bridgehead was limited. He seemed more disturbed than intrigued as they ventured down brightly lit halls and bustling rooms, disgusted grunts leaving him when the smell of perfume or cologne wafted through the air. His face alternated between scrunched up and blank but his tail moved by its own accord. More than once, Miles felt it tap along his leg or begin to curl around it before it jerked away. Eventually, it curled around Spider's arm and Miles realized he'd been seeking something to comfort him.

It was sobering. All his memories of the Na'vi were violent: the consistent attacks on their machinery and soldiers throughout his years on the planet, Jake and Dr. Augustine's betrayal, the war against them where human numbers dropped considerably, his gruesome death at the hands of Neytiri. (Y/N) was feral, untamed and unpredictable, but the flickers of a caring side and the confusion over phrases reminded him he wasn't a mindless creature set on making his life more taxing.

Miles was beginning to loathe him. There was nothing more he despised than being conflicted over someone. He always knew what he wanted.

"You and I need to have a chat, kid," Miles said, his fist tapping against one of the panels by one of the wide doors leading into the sector specifically designed for the Recoms and their towering bodies. The doors slid open with a low hiss and he glanced over his shoulder at Spider. "Alone."

"But-"

"Fike and Z-Dog here will keep you company."

With one last grin, he stepped through the doors and nodded for (Y/N) to follow. He did, albeit begrudgingly, and raised his ears when the doors slid shut and a soft whir turned on to replace the air with one they could breathe without help from the masks.

The second set of doors opened once done and Miles led him through the recreation room. From the chairs to the tables to the gym equipment on the far side of the room, everything had been specifically designed for them and easily dwarfed anything human-sized.

(Y/N) still looked unimpressed. He was likely used to the vibrancy of the forest, the bright colors and open space that felt neverending. Bridgehead was dull in comparison, lifeless it if weren't for the residents adding splashing of color to it with their appearances. Miles wondered how long it'd take for him to adapt, if he could at all.

He stopped briefly in front of another set of automatic doors that slid open to reveal his room and entered, waiting for (Y/N) to step inside before tapping on the pad to lock the doors. His room was nothing to ogle at. Plain white walls, plain gray floors, a neatly made bed avatar-sized pressed against the wall, a metal nightstand with a forgotten cup of coffee, a desk with a tablet and lamp, a closet built into the wall. It wasn't much but it was home, and he had it all to himself unlike some of his soldiers who had to share bunks.

"You.. live here?" (Y/N)'s lips curled when he nodded. "My cave is more welcoming than this. This is... sad."

Miles chuckled under his breath, lightly scratching his temple before he approached his desk to pick up the tablet. "We will begin our search for Jake Sully and his family in soon. He's gone beyond the forest, possibly to the islands across the eastern sea. What clans live out there?" His fingers tapped on the screen, searching the data of the closest whaling vessels that could help them narrow down their search.

"The Tayrangi, Ta'unui, and Metkayina clans live throughout the eastern sea." There was the sound of springs softly creaking and he raised his head to find (Y/N) lying on his bed, chin propped over his arms and tail raised high in the air. He blinked at him, his eyes trailing over the stripes along his back until they stopped over the curve of his ass. "The Tayrangi live on the mainland but fish in the seas. They are too close. JakeSully would have gone further."

"Right." His voice sounded strained. Jesus, what the hell was wrong with him?

"The Ta'unui and Metkayina clans live on the reefs." (Y/N)'s eyes gravitated toward him, his ears raising and twitching. Miles swore his lips twisted into a knowing smirk. "Far, far from here. You will have to learn how to ride better if you wish to fly across the sea. You risk much without experience."

"Well, ain't it good you're here, then?" Miles set the tablet aside, his original task forgotten in favor of approaching the bed with slow steps. (Y/N) watched him and lowered his tail until it thumped softly over the mattress. "I'm afraid we can't keep headin' out to the forest whenever we need 'cha, kid. You're hard to find, hard to track. Until we head out to find Jake Sully, you'll have to stay here in Bridgehead."

(Y/N) moved onto his knees, his eyes narrowing and ears pressing back tight against his skull. "No."

"I wasn't askin'."

(Y/N)'s tail moved like a whip, quick and hard. It slammed into the ceramic coffee cup and sent it flying into the wall where it shattered into pieces, the leftover coffee adding a brown stain to the wall as it dripped down onto the floor. His tail grew still afterward and his head cocked to the side challengingly again. Miles's mouth drew into a line. The silence was loud. He needed to get the buzzing out of his system.

His hand darted out and grabbed the back of (Y/N)'s head before he tugged him close enough to slam their mouths together. (Y/N) stiffened briefly before his tense muscles relaxed, the sharp whoosh of his tail swaying hard from side to side filling Miles's ears. His fingers dug into Miles's shoulders tightly, purposefully, and he allowed Miles to invade his mouth with a muffled hum. (Y/N) tasted tart and tangy, like one of the fruits he favored.

Miles dropped his free hand to his belt and fiddled with it until he could pop the button of his pants and feel them droop around his hips. He shoved them further down his thighs and left them to pool around his ankles, a grunt vibrating in his throat when (Y/N) bit his bottom lip and drew blood.

His hand reared back, a sting erupting along his palm when it made contact with (Y/N)'s behind. He swallowed the startled noise (Y/N) made and dragged him close enough for their chests to press firmly together. (Y/N)'s tail smacked against his thigh like a whip, hard and fast enough to have the effect of one.

"You're a real piece of work, ain'tcha?" Miles chuckled huskily, the pain only adding to the heat flowing through his veins and making his briefs unbearably tight.

His tongue pressed against the small cut on his lip, the rusty metallic of blood dancing on his tongue before he dropped his hands down to the back of (Y/N)'s thighs and tugged on them to topple the Na'vi onto the mattress. A huff of surprise left (Y/N) but before he could prop himself up onto his elbows, Miles dragged him until his hips were almost off the bed. He tugged on the loincloth impatiently and tossed it aside blindly, his knees thumping loudly against the metal once he dropped to his knees.

The way (Y/N) blinked down at him in bewilderment made him grin wolfishly. "Just wanna get a taste, is all."

This body was new, young, and had the sensitivity of a virgin (which it technically was) but his mind had fifty-one years of experience sleeping with men and women on Earth and Pandora. He often preferred women, preferred the plushness of breasts over pecs, but he'd never been one to let an opportunity pass him by, especially not with his body reacting so strongly to the puzzled Na'vi.

The last person he recalled being with had been Paz, Spider's mother. The surprise that came with her pregnancy left him taking a silent vow of celibacy while he wrapped his head around being a father, along with avoiding her as if she had the plague. He regretted it now but it was something of the past, unchangeable.

(Y/N) let out a noise of confusion when Miles spread him and then a startled, strangled gasp when his tongue prodded at him. One had to wonder how many times he'd been with someone else intimately. Miles laughed under his breath and began lapping like a starved animal, licking and prodding. He shoved his briefs down his thighs to free himself and felt himself twitch when he delicately pushed one finger past the rim. (Y/N)'s legs caged around his head immediately and he hummed, pressing his cheek into his thigh.

"Breathe, sweetheart." He called, grin lazy and voice teasing. "You ain't ever done this before, huh?"

"Tanfwìngtu." (Y/N)'s tail smacked his thigh again, this time gentler. His face had flushed a deeper shade of blue and his chest moved with heavy pants. Reducing a would-be killer to a flustered mess made Miles's head spin and ego inflate. "You-"

Miles drew back and then pushed a second digit, mouth curling into a pleased grin when (Y/N)'s back arched off the bed. "Don't bite the hand that feeds now. I'm being nice, aren't I?" He moved his fingers at an even pace, ears absorbing each soft squelch and every noise flowing from (Y/N)'s mouth. "Is this how Jake tamed his wild woman?"

(Y/N) grunted and reached down, his fingers curling along the short hairs and firmly tugging. Miles nipped at his thigh in warning but (Y/N) simply tugged again, a breathy chuckle huffing into the air that made Miles's ears flick forward. He moved upward, flattening his tongue at the base of (Y/N)'s twitching length and dragging it along until he reached the spurting tip.

"Ain't this a pretty thing?" He laughed and (Y/N) scoffed.

Miles had never paid much attention to his cock, other than when he was taking a piss or relieving himself of some stress with his hand, but if he had, he would've realized the difference in appearance. He'd expected something similar to human anatomy, and it mostly was, but (Y/N)'s twitching cock was in an ombre color: a light blue at the tip that slowly faded into the deep blue that covered the rest of his body. Little white freckles were scattered across it, glowing faintly with each shiver that went up his spine.

Miles grinned wildly as he slipped his fingers out and listened to the strangled whine that followed, his tail flicking and coiling blissfully. "I gotcha, I gotcha, don't worry." He adjusted himself, pushing at his rim until the tip popped inside and he released a low hiss at the overwhelming warmth. He leaned over (Y/N) and pressed a biting kiss to his collarbone. "See what happens when you comply?"

"Skxawng," (Y/N) reached around and firmly wrapped his fingers around Miles's braid, grinning wickedly when Miles's body shivered. He tugged on it and Miles's hips jerked forward, a low groan and curse tumbling past his lips. A soft, near-purr-like noise rumbled in (Y/N)'s chest. "I will never follow orders from a vrrtep."

"Yeah?" Miles steadied himself, sinking his knees into the mattress and finding himself pleasantly surprised when (Y/N)'s legs curled around his waist. He could feel the coolness of the beaded jewelry rub against him through his shirt, pressing and leaving circular imprints. "We'll see about that."

If he'd come to learn anything since meeting the Na'vi beneath him, it was that he could handle just about anything. He pressed an uncharacteristically delicate kiss to his jawline and planted one hand by his head, fisting the sheets into his hand and offering one last crooked grin. His hips snapped forward, bottoming out and relishing both the warm squeeze and the feeling of (Y/N) biting roughly into his shoulder.

He groaned into his twitching ear and tried to focus all his attention on the knot in his lower belly. He'd done far too much teasing to end up squirting early like a teen boy during his first time. The concept of virginity and early release was likely nonexistent to the locals who barely batted an eye at nudity, but it'd be mortifying if any of the blabbermouths he worked with found out.

Miles evened out his breathing and grunted softly when (Y/N) released his shoulder, his unfocused vision turning to peer down at him. His hand had curled around Miles's wrist, tight as if he were holding on for dear life, but what Miles found most endearing (aside from the hint of blood smeared on the corner of his mouth) was the feeling of their tails curled together. "I gotcha." He repeated softly and, with slightly pursed lips, (Y/N) gave a small nod.

When he took a second too long to act, (Y/N)'s ears flicked back. "Move."

Miles huffed out a short laugh. "So bossy."

But Miles did as asked and began snapping his hips, rough and hard just as he always liked it. His mind blanked and an almost guttural groan rushed out, mixing with the whines and moans of (Y/N) writhing beneath him.

His arm gave out so he braced himself on his forearm instead, his other hand dipping down to grip (Y/N)'s hip and keep him firmly in place. Miles buried his face into his neck, inhaling the scent of the forest still clinging to his skin and dragging his tongue over one of the stripes there.

(Y/N)'s cheek pressed against his head, his hot panting making Miles's ear twitch annoyingly but when he nuzzled into him, obviously delirious, Miles felt his heart stutter in his chest. The knot in his lower belly tightened and only prompted him to drill into him faster, his fingers digging into his skin harder and canines grazing over his skin. (Y/N)'s noises were reduced to babbling Miles couldn't understand, though he assumed it was cursing, and breathless gasps forced out of him with each thrust.

"C'mon, baby," Miles roughly kissed his throat, nipping it lightly after, and pulled back to eye the watery glaze over (Y/N)'s half-lidded eyes. He released his hip and wrapped his hand around his speckled length, giving it a few pumps until (Y/N) was squeezing the life right out of him. "Jesus."

With a cry, (Y/N) arched up into him and spurted all over his hand, staining Miles's olive green shirt in the process. Miles's rutting grew messy, his thighs quivering and threatening to give out on him. He pressed his mouth against (Y/N)'s again in a sloppy kiss and he let out a long, muffled groan when he finally felt the knot snap. His body slumped over (Y/N) and his arms wrapped around him firmly, keeping him from slipping out of reach.

"How's that for a vrrtep?"

"Could have been better." (Y/N) muttered tiredly, his fingers lightly dancing along Miles's braid.

Miles snorted. "Fuckin' brat."

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madolche-queenie · 2 days ago

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Sleeping in the Shadows - a Shadow Milk x Reader One Shot

au where shadow milk is a sleep paralysis monster, kinda like the boogeyman

You couldn’t sleep.

No matter how hard you tried, you just couldn’t sleep.

You had multiple instances of getting out of bed to get a snack, some water, go to the bathroom, or just do whatever. All in that order, over and over. Staring up at your ceiling, you let out a long and loud sigh. Your eyes fluttered a bit then you decided you’d try counting sheep. That always worked, right?

1…

2…

3…

4…

Oh, wait.

You suddenly remembered an old urban legend you heard told multiple times in multiple different ways. It even had an episode about it on an old tv show you used to watch as a kid that was all about scary stories. The story was about a strange cookie called Shadow Milk. Legend has it he’d come for those who couldn’t sleep, and counting sheep was one of the ways to summon him. Depending on how many you counted before you gave up, he’d appear to you and ask you which of the sheep you counted is real, and which one is just an illusion. If you guessed correctly, you’d be rewarded. If not, you’d be dragged either in your closet or under your bed, into his spire, and he’d turn you into his puppet to dance in his twisted shows forever and ever.

Some versions of the story would have him come to those who played card games at sleepovers, in some he’d come to those who were up past their bedtime, which was the version you watched in the tv show. In some you could just summon him by putting a joker card in front of your closet door, telling a good amount of lies and then sliding it under, and of course the game with the sheep would begin, with the amount of lies being the same amount of sheep that were present. Sometimes, instead of sheep, you’d have to answer questions, and if your answer was a lie, his appearance would become more and more terrifying, before he finally took you and made you his puppet. But no need to reminisce on the past, that’s just a little legend anyways. It’s a nice story, but it’s not real at all!

Right?

You smiled remembering that show you used to watch and the one episode that actually managed to scare you, which wasn’t the one about Shadow Milk, oddly enough. Your sweet nostalgic thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a bleat. You jolted up in terror and looked around, only to see there was nothing there. You calmed your breathing and laid back down. “Maybe I should stop thinking about that, for now, at least.” You mumbled to yourself as you stretched your back in your bed. After a moment of silence, you heard the sound of a music box. Only problem is,

You don’t own a music box.

And you’ve never heard that melody before.

Peeking out over your covers, you were too afraid to even move. You had no idea where that music was coming from, and you did NOT wanna find out anytime soon! You covered yourself up with the blankets and laid under there nice and still, covering your mouth with your hands. A blue glow was coming from outside, but no matter what, you’d never take them off. The music came to a halt after what felt like way longer than the minute it was playing for. You peeked an eye out from your hiding spot, and there was nothing there. You shuffled out of hiding and went back to sleep as normal, convincing yourself you were just sleep deprived.

“Well there you are…~”

What… was that? WHO was that? You opened your eyes, and a man in a blue harlequin outfit sat in front of you on the edge of your bed. He smiled at you and your closet in front of you was full of glowing blue eyes watching you. “There’s no way…” you thought to yourself. “A-are you… n-no… no it can’t be… shadow-“

“Shadow Milk Cookie? The great and powerful? Who else?” You lay there, eyes widened. You could not believe it! The very urban legend himself, right in your house, right at your bed, right now! “Yes, yes, hold your applause. I heard someone can’t sleep. Someone’s been a bad, bad cookie, huh? Good cookies should be put to bed right away, but look at you, all wide awake like it’s nothing!” Your voice was shaky as you replied, “I- I’m sorry, I, I promise I was trying to g-go to sleep but I-“ He interrupted and held a finger up to you, “Shhhhh… I know, Y/N Cookie, I know. Which is why… we’re gonna play a game! Since you know me so so so so so well, I think you know what you’ve got to do, yes?” You nodded “Yeah. I gotta figure out the sheep that’s not fake, got it.” He clapped his hands, “What a smart cookie you are! Oh, you must be a HUGE fan! Let’s see… what number did you count to? Five? Ah yes, Five!” Shadow Milk snapped his fingers, and on cue 5 sheep came out of your closet. You didn’t really want to think about how this was possible, you wanted to focus on figuring it out. “Think reeeeeal hard, Y/N Cookie. You got this!”

You looked real hard at each one, eyes scanning over the herd. Their blue eyes eerily glowed as you tried hard to spot the odd one out, but they all just looked so similar, you had no idea. Your index finger began to tremble as a tear formed from your fear. You really didn’t feel like being turned into a puppet. The idea of being bound to strings and losing all your will was… everything but pleasant. “Awww~ There, there, Y/N Cookie.” He began to pat you on the head, “There’s no need for those crocodile tears! You’ve got all the time in the world! Unless… that is, unless I get too bored waiting!” You swallowed, and went with your gut and made a decision. “That one! That one there!”

“Oh?”

Your finger was pointed to the second sheep in the row. “I-it’s that one. I-I think that one is the real… sh-sheep…” You almost began to hyperventilate. There was no going back now. You looked to Shadow Milk Cookie, who was smiling. He stood there, watching you shiver with anticipation. The silence felt like an eternity till he began to slowly clap his hands and opened his mouth.

“So you HAVE been listening to the whispers of deceit!”

You sighed in relief. “So I… So I got it right?” He nodded his head, “Mmhmm, mmhmm, mmhmm! That’s right! Look at you! Such a good (girl/boy/cookie), doing the homework! I’m so proud of you!” He gave you a pat on the back, which made you flinch a bit. “Well, now that playtime’s over, I think it’s only fair I give you the sweet relief of slumber you crave.” He took a fistful of something out of his pocket, “But rest assured, I will be back, and I cannot wait to play with you again! Now then… Ready, Y/N?” You sighed and laid down on your bed, falling onto the pillow. “Heh! I’ll take that as a “yes” then!” He opened up his hand and blew a shiny blue powder in your direction. The blue dust made you sleepier and sleepier till you couldn’t help but drift off. Shadow Milk Cookie turned to exit from your closet into his Spire of Deceit. He turned his head to get a good look at how peaceful his new playmate looked all bundled up with their head in the dream world.

“I shall see you later~!”

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frarxvr · 3 days ago

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Just a fan

Charles Leclerc

Monaco had a magic of its own. The shimmering blue of the Mediterranean, the luxurious yachts swaying lazily in the harbor, the sound of expensive cars humming through the narrow streets—it was a world Y/N had only ever dreamed of.

And now, she was here.

She wasn’t special. Not an influencer, not a journalist, not someone with connections. Just a fan who had saved up for months to be able to experience an F1 weekend in Monaco.

The streets near the paddock were crowded with fans, all hoping for a glimpse of their favorite drivers. Y/N stood on the sidewalk, her phone gripped tightly in her hand, scanning the scene with excitement. She wasn’t expecting much—just the chance to maybe see Charles Leclerc in person.

She had followed his career for years, watched every race, celebrated his victories, and felt the heartbreak of his losses. But he didn’t know her. To him, she was just another face in the crowd.

And yet…

The moment he stepped out of a nearby café with a group of friends, her heart nearly stopped.

Charles was dressed casually in a white linen shirt and beige shorts, sunglasses pushed up onto his head. He laughed at something a friend said, looking completely at ease. It was surreal—seeing him like this, not in a Ferrari suit, not behind a podium, but just a regular guy enjoying his time in Monaco.

Fans immediately started calling his name, some holding out hats, pictures, and phones for him to sign. Y/N stayed back, not wanting to push through the crowd. She was just happy to see him from a distance.

But then, something unexpected happened.

As Charles made his way to his car, he paused, scanning the crowd for a moment. His eyes flickered over the eager fans in front of him before landing on her.

Y/N felt frozen in place. There was no reason for him to stop, no reason for him to notice her specifically. But he did.

Then, to her utter shock, he walked toward her.

“Salut,” he greeted with a soft smile.

Her breath hitched. “H-Hi.”

He glanced at the Ferrari cap in her hands, then back at her. “You want me to sign it?”

She nodded quickly, barely able to process what was happening as she handed him the cap.

Her voice caught in her throat. "Yes, please,"

As he signed, she snapped a quick photo, capturing the surreal moment. Handing the cap back, Charles's eyes twinkled mischievously. "Enjoy your day," he said, winking before joining his friends in the car.

As the vehicle pulled away, Y/N stood rooted to the spot, her heart soaring. In that brief exchange, she felt seen, not just as a fan, but as an individual. The memory of his wink stayed with her, a personal keepsake from the streets of Monaco.

#charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x yn #carlos sainz x reader #f1 x female reader #lando norris imagine #f1 imagine #f1 fanfic #x y/n

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astria0wwe · 3 days ago

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❣️ ~ 1:30 AM ~ ❣️

smau: waking her at 1:30 AM for a surprise warnings: overall this is pure fluff including: Jey USO, Jimmy USO, Naomi, Bianca Belair

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straows · 3 days ago

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𝘜𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴.

Tw: drugs, fighting, messy relationship, injuries, car wreck, break up, death, Gojo crashes out, hurt/no comfort, insecurities. Gojo x retiredSorcerer!reader

𓆝𓆟𓆜𓆞𓆝𓆟𓆜𓆞𓆝𓆟𓆜𓆞𓆝

It had been a long day. A very, very, fucking long day. For the both of you. Gojo had been running around all day fucking up some curses and being ordered around like a dog by the elders, whereas you've been dealing with people.

You'd been retired as a sorcerer for a little bit now, mainly because of a severe hip injury that makes it hard for you to be able to do sorcerer things. So you got a job at a bakery to keep yourself busy and also contribute to your and Gojo's bills, while it's not much, it's something.

It was so fucking busy. I mean there was a line around the fucking block just for a god damn muffin.

You'd gotten into a screaming match with your coworker, then some fuckass customers. And your whole day was like that. A 12 hour shift. Spent serving ungrateful assholes.

So you were ready to come home and just decompress. You were hoping to rant and smoke a joint before your boyfriend got home. You never did tell Gojo about it, he always got too concerned for your lungs.

When you finally got home, your boyfriend was already there. He was sat at the kitchen table drinking water and scrolling on his phone.

So with a sigh, you put your keys down, "hey baby, how was your day?" You murmur, looking over at him.

"Great, yours?" Gojo looked up finally, he was pretty tired looking but you had you face in the freezer.

"Let me tell you," and here came the decompressing rant.

You started with how busy it was, followed by all the shitty customers and went into detail.

However, you hadn't noticed how long you'd been talking. You just kinda let your mind lose. But it wasn't until you finally got out of the fridge did Gojo speak up.

"Ok, fuck- stop talking! Can you shut the fuck up? I mean damn! I didn't ask for all that! Just say good and move on!" He yelled, loud enough to have you jump back a little. He glared at you for a long moment before getting up and going to the bedroom.

You just kind of stood there in shock. I mean, what else could you do? Even tho your feelings were hurting like a motherfucker, you opened y'all's bedroom door, "baby? You oka-"

"No! Damn! Get the fuck out! You're not even a sorcerer anymore! All you do is work at some shop! It's not that hard! All you do is bitch and complain. I get it that you wanna be useful but you can't. You fucked up YOUR knee and now you're useless! That's your fucking problem!" He was actually screaming at you. The veins in his forehead were popping out and his face was red and everything.

You just stared at him before stepping into the room and reaching into your panty drawer to pull a box. You just silently walked out of the room, grabbed your car keys and your wallet before leaving the house. And you slammed the door behind you, and I mean you slammed that shit so hard that picture frames fell off the walls and shattered.

You got in your car, and you left.

Gojo looked at where you stood, before his head snapped up when the door slammed. "Y/n-" the sound of glass shattering had him walking into the living room. First he noticed the mess, then the sound of the car skidding out of the drive way.

Groaning, he sat on the couch, hands covering his face. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." He murmured, his hands balling up in his hair.

He felt like a piece of shit. He just screamed the most unacceptable shit to his girlfriend. For just trying to tell him about her day.

The more he thought about it the heavier the guilt felt until his chest was aching. Looking at his phone, he went to Life360, only to see you weren't in the circle anymore. He couldn't see your location.

So he immediately tried to call you. No answer. He tried to text you, it went green. You'd blocked him.

"Shit..." he leaned back in the couch and sighed. His gaze moving towards the broken glass on the floor. He could at least clean up...

And he did just that. It took a little while to clean the floor, then get the pictures in new frames and while he was at it he did the cleaning chores. By the time he was done it was 9pm. You'd left at 7pm. And still weren't home.

But without your location, and him yawning every five seconds, he just decided to give you space and lay down. The second he laid down he passed the fuck out.

You didn't come home till late. I mean late late. Like around 2am. You'd parked all wonky and shit in the driveway, and wobbled right back up inside. Your eyes were red as fuck, barely open as you opened the door to your porch before closing it. Sitting down on one of rocking chairs, you just stared out at the sky. Your face was red from crying, puffy with tear streaks running down your face.

You were hurting. You didn't know Gojo thought that poorly of you. And to call you useless? Wow. It was already hard enough going from a high grade sorcerer to basically a cripple.

Sighing, you just rested your head on the back of the rocking hair and closed your eyes. The weed already had you sleepy as fuck, so it was easy to just drift off.

Waking up in the morning was rough. You had slept in a bad position, and the metal plate in your help, along with the arthritis had flared up. Groaning, you slowly stood up, your teeth clenching as you didn't put any weight on your bad hip.

Slowly, you walked inside, grunting and grumbling quietly as you hobbled into the living room, then into the bedroom. You expected Gojo to be gone already, or at least not in the house. But no, he was just waking up.

Glaring at him, you scoffed before grabbing a towel and some clothes, and the essentials from the shared bathroom, just to hobble into the guest bathroom. And you made sure to lock that door behind you to.

And that proved to be a good decision, because as you got naked, the white haired fucker himself knocked on the door.

"Pretty? I need to talk to yo-" he tried to open the door but it was locked. Something he was not used to at all. Usually yall would shower together, or at the very least have the door wide open. The door being locked had his throat tightening, he wanted to break the fucking door so he could get to you, especially when you he heard you grunt as you got into the shower.

"Is your hip hurting you?" He asked softly through the door, his heart breaking when he heard you grab the wall with a thud. Yeah. He knew it was probably flaring up. "Let me in so I can help y-"

"I don't need your fucking help! I'm not a goddamn vegetable and I'm not that fucking useless so just fuck the hell off!" You yelled, your voice strained. You'd never snapped at him like that. But of course he'd never screamed at you like he did yesterday either.

Gojo stared at the door, his jaw clenching as he tried the doorknob one more time. "...I'll be waiting in the bedroom when you get done." He mumbled before walking back to the bedroom.

Regardless of what you'd said, you did need help. You couldn't even bend over. And it had you crying out of frustration.

You were the shower for a long time. And when you got out, you only stared at your body. You used to have some insanely strong thighs, but they'd lost the muscle and just looked pudgy and soft. Your toned torso became the same, soft to the touch.

And all while Gojo's words from yesterday repeated in your head over and over again.

The shower was a struggle, sure, but it was harder to get your underwear and shorts on. But when you were done, you finally left the bathroom. Having to use the wall for support.

Going into the bedroom, you ignored Gojo and opened your bedside drawer so you could get some pain killers. Taking three too many, you dry swallowed them.

"Y/n that is way too many! Let me at least get you some water, I mean you know what the doctor sai-" Gojo tried to help you, but you just wouldn't accept it.

"Don't worry about it. It's not your problem." You sent him a sharp glare then hobbled your way back into the living room.

"No- no. Y/n— listen, I was wrong yesterday. I shouldn't have said those things at all, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean any of it." Gojo tried to reach for you, but you slapped his hands away.

"Then why would you fucking say that to me? Calling me useless? Just because your the worlds strongest or whatever bullshit the elders tell you doesn't mean you get to talk like that!" You snapped at him again, jamming your finger into his just hard enough to make him back up. "And if I was such a burden to you, then why the fuck would you date me?!" You were yelling now.

"No- baby, you're not useless, at all. You're stronger than me- so much so. Please, it had just been a long day yesterday and I just... got overwhelmed." He grabbed your hand and held it in his, his brows furrowed as he pleaded with you.

"I don't give a fuck who you are, Gojo, you will never, EVER, talk to like that." Glaring at him you snatched your hand away from him, "don't fucking touch me." You left him standing there, lips parted and the most pathetic look on his face.

You had been together for a year and a half now, and never had you ever spoken to him like that, and he never to you.

But it seemed like he was just digging a deeper grave for himself. He knew you were angry, upset and hurting but he didn't want to be on the receiving end of your anger and hurt. Even if he was the one that caused it.

Watching you have to hold onto the wall for support, face contorted into pain every time you put weight on your bad leg, his chest got tighter and his heart ached.

The entire day continued on like that. Him trying to talk to you, but you just kept pushing him away. He knew he deserved it, but he was so ready to be done with this argument.

It wasn't until your stubbornness caused you to slip and fall did he finally put his foot down.

You'd tried to walk to the bathroom, but had slipped on the rug. The air knocked out of you as you forced yourself to sit up. The pain in your hip intensified. You wanted to cut it off.

Forcing yourself to breath, a cry slipped through your lips and Gojo came running.

Gently lifting you up, he moved you over to the couch. His eyes worried and his brows furrowed, "Enough is enough- you can't keep trying to do this on your own. You should have told me your hip was flaring up last night instead of just storming off."

You stared at the ground, before finally speaking up, "let's break up."

"What?" Gojo laughed as if you were joking, before his face turned sour. "I'm sorry, what'd you say? I misheard you." He was hoping he heard you wrong.

"Let's break up." You repeated it, same tone and everything. "Yesterday made me realize how wrong we are for each other. How wrong we've always been."

"No- no. Baby, yesterday was all my fault- i-i had just gotten frustrated and I took it out on you, I'm so sorry. I should have never said those things," Gojo was crouched in front of you now, his eyes desperate as he tried to get you to look him in the eye. "We're perfect for each other, pretty."

"But we're not. My life as a sorcerer is over. I can hardly function. You're hardly ever home, and when you are, you're exhausted. You're not happy with me, hell I don't even think you're attracted to me anymore. When's the last time we've done anything? It's been months." You just stared at him, tears rolling down your face slowly.

Gojo's heart was breaking into a billion pieces with every word you spoke. "No, no no. I'll take time off- I'll- I'll quit! I'll do anything- just don't do this to us! I'm still attracted to you! I am! I've just been really tired!"

"No you're not. I look nothing like I used to. I can't workout anymore, I've lost muscle and now my body is all pudgy and gross- and you still look amazing. I've seen the way your eyes linger on other women, you never had wandering eyes when I was a sorcerer." Your jaw clenched and bottom lips quivering, you looked away from him. "I mean- you even called me useless, and you're right."

"No! I wasn't right! About anything! Baby please- I'm an idiot! I just said shit without thinking!" Gojo was begging at this point. His knuckles white as he held onto the couch cushion.

"We'd never be able to get married, have kids, grow old with each other or even die in battle with one another." You wiped your face, having to take stuttering breaths to keep calm, "By the time we're 40 you'd hate me. I'm literally dead weight."

Gojo's eyes began to tear up and he just shook his head over and over, "no your wrong. We would grow old together and it's ok we can't have kids! I'm ok with that- baby all I want is you."

"You haven't wanted me in a long time Gojo. Hell even the dogs that people get then regret later get more love than you've shown me in months." You lightly pushed him away, "So let's break up. You don't love me anymore- that's why you felt so ok with screaming at me not once but twice. People who love one another don't do that."

"But I do love you! I love you with all my heart! I'll quit being a sorcerer- we can move away from here, I have more than enough money for the both of us to retire to some far away island!" Gojo grabbed your hands in a tight grip, his face pathetic as he cried and begged. He loved you, he honestly did. He'd just... let himself forget what he had.

"I'll come get my stuff in a few days." You murmured before forcing yourself to stand up. You managed to grab your keys and limp your way out the door. Leaving Gojo sitting there on the floor, staring at where you once sat.

He didn't hear from you for a few days. In fact, he didn't hear from you at all. Because two days later, he got a call from the nearby emergency center.

"Hello?" Gojo's voice was rough. He'd been crying and hadn't left the house since you left. He was an absolute mess.

"Hi, is this Mr. Gojo?" A woman's voice on the other line spoke.

"Yes."

"Sir, we've called to inform you that Y/n L/n has been in accident." Her voice was dry, she'd made these calls so many times, the empathy had drained from her.

"What? Is she ok? What happened?!" Immediately he was panicking. He was standing right away and rushed to grab his keys.

"She got in a car accident near Vaughn road. She was rushed to the emergency room and is now in intensive care here at the hospital."

His breath caught in his throat, his mouth went dry and his heart felt like it stopped. "I-in-intensive care?" He murmured.

"Yes sir, they are keeping on one of the ventilators for now. You're her emergency contact."

"I'm on my way." Gojo didn't bother to wait for her answer, he didn't rush to throw on better clothes than grey sweats and a hoodie. He was running out the door.

Breaking several traffic laws, he was finally at the hospital. Rushing in, he was at the counter and demanding to see you in no time. "Where is she?!"

"Who? Did you must calm down." The receptionist stood up, trying to get him to lower his voice.

"Y/b l/n! Where is she?! How is she?!" Gojo watched with wide eyes as the woman got quiet.

Slowly, she grabbed the phone and called a doctor up to the front desk. Where he was then escorted to a private room.

"Are you Gojo Satoru? The patients boyfriend?" The doctor asked.

"Yes yes, now how is she?! I need to see her!" He demanded, slamming his fist down on the table.

The doctor sighed quietly, "Sir, I'm so sorry, we did everything we could but," the doctor took a breath before continuing, "the internal bleeding was severe. She passed during surgery."

Gojo just stared at him. His ears ringing and his heart beat so loud he could hardly hear what he was saying. His whole world was crashing down on him all at once. "She's- she's dead?"

"Yes sir, I'm so sorry for your loss. We did everything we could. I'll give you the room." The doctor glanced at Gojo before leaving the room, closing the door softly behind him.

Gojo just fell back into a chair and held his head in hands. "This isn't real... this isn't real, this isn't FUCKING REAL." He immediately got his phone and began calling her number. Over and over and over again. Tears pouring down his face, his knees bouncing fast enough to cause the carpet to tear.

Slowly, reality began to settle in and he crumbled under its pressure. Sobbing into his hands, he wailed. Crying over and over again "my girl, not my girl" or "no no no".

It was heartbreaking to hear as people passed the room on the outside.

Even weeks after you'd been buried, he couldn't function. Couldn't eat, couldn't sleep. He couldn't do anything. He was utterly useless, like he'd said to you the last night he had with you.

The words he said to you haunted him. The way you were in pain on your last days because of your hip, because of him.

He didn't even get to hold you. He didn't even get to see your face. They had to have to a closed casket funeral. The wreck you'd gotten into was with a drunk driver, it was a head on collision and your body was mangled.

Everyday, he sat at your grave. Crying, talking or just staring at your headstone.

Weeks, months, and years later, Gojo had been rendered useless without you. He was miserable with having you to hold onto at night or to talk to in the mornings. He missed every single thing about you. He missed the way you'd laugh at his shitty jokes, or how you'd scold him if he got drunk or ate too many sweets. He even missed how you'd try to ignore him but cave in when he'd hug you from behind and press sweet kisses from your neck. He missed how you'd look at him with those adoring eyes.

And he regretted how your last days were spent. He regretted how he let you get a job even tho you were in no state to get one. He regretted how he spoke to you, or let you feel insecure. He regretted his wandering eyes and his wishes that you were normal. He regretted everything he never got to do with you, or how little time he had spent with you.

He loved you more than anything. And without you, he was just as useless.

𓆝𓆟𓆜𓆞𓆝𓆟𓆜𓆞𓆝𓆟𓆜𓆞𓆝

Ok guys hope you liked it. Kinda feeling like shit rn so I’m gonna get high asf ok? Ok. Love yall.

#gojo satoru #gojo x reader #jjk #imagine #jjk x reader #jjk gojo #jjk angst #hurt/no comfort #angst #no happy ending #character death #x y/n #jjk x you #jjk fanfic

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wonubby · 1 day ago

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King of Greed - k. bakugo

based off of the books from ana huang

Workaholic!husband bakugo who spends more time at the office than with you.

Workaholic!husband bakugo who doesn't notice when you leave work events early, too distracted by his responsibilities.

Workaholic!husband bakugo who comes home late and instead of resting, dives straight into work in his office.

Workaholic!husband bakugo who misses so many dates that it becomes the norm.

Workaholic!husband bakugo who promises to not miss your 10th marriage anniversary tip

Workaholic!husband bakugo who misses your 10th anniversary trip by 2 hours

Workaholic!husband bakugo who when he comes home, finds your luggage in the living room and instantly realises why he's been feeling nothing but dread the entire afternoon

Workaholic!husband bakugo who sees your wedding ring on the mantle beneath your wedding photo, recognizing the distance that has grown between you.

Workaholic!husband bakugo who spends the night searching for you, running through the rain and calling you desperately, hoping you'll answer.

Tired!wife reader who wakes up to a thousand voicemails from Katsuki, each one pleading for you to come home.

Tired!wife reader who, worn out, finally tells him where she is.

Tired!wife reader who, seeing his sickly appearance, lets her guard down just a little, before standing firm in her decision.

Tired!wife reader who listens to him plead and beg, promising to reschedule the trip so you can still go together.

Tired!wife reader who, despite his promises, says no.

Tired!wife reader who asks for a divorce.

Desperate!husband katsuki who is devastated that he never saw the signs before.

Desperate!husband katsuki who blames himself for ruining the best thing in his life.

Desperate!husband katsuki who refuses to accept the divorce desperate to work things out, forgetting that you asked for marriage counseling years ago, but he never showed.

Desperate!husband katsuki who, even though you're no longer wearing your ring, threatens any man who approaches you because you’re still his wife.

Desperate!husband katsuki who dances with you in a bar, asking for just one kiss—only for it to turn into something more, until his phone rings, reminding you that work will always come first.

Desperate!husband katsuki who only sees you again at a large dinner gathering, which turns into chaos when the host collapses at the table.

Desperate!husband katsuki who, after finding you again, feels nothing but relief and ushers you into a cab, taking you back to your shared penthouse.

Desperate!husband katsuki who makes love to you that night, determined to show you how much you mean to him.

Desperate!husband katsuki who wakes up to find you sneaking out of bed, asking where you're going, leading to an argument that ends with you begging him to sign the divorce papers.

Desperate!husband katsuki who reluctantly signs the papers

Persistent!ex-husband katsuki who plans to win you back, no matter what it takes.

Persistent!ex-husband katsuki who, upon hearing you've gone to your home country, books a one-way ticket and rents a villa next door.

Persistent!ex-husband katsuki who is invited to dinner by your sibling out of sheer panic.

Persistent!ex-husband katsuki who gives you a shock when you find him in your house, casually setting down cocktail glasses next to the plates.

Persistent!ex-husband katsuki who spends his time in the country, attending the same events as you, hoping for a chance to reconnect.

Persistent!ex-husband katsuki who offers to fly you back home when a pipe bursts in your office, ruining months of hard work.

Persistent!ex-husband katsuki who holds you as you cry, his heart breaking for you.

Persistent!ex-husband katsuki who helps you clean up for weeks, during which the two of you talk and agree that it's time to move on.

Persistent!ex-husband katsuki who watches you bring a date to the next social event, barely concealing his jealousy as he sips his drink.

Persistent!ex-husband katsuki who overhears your date’s plans to record you both at his apartment and confronts him, breaking his nose in the process.

Persistent!ex-husband katsuki who, after the confrontation, is pulled into a passionate kiss, leading into him fucking your brains out, twice.

Persistent!ex-husband katsuki who invites you on a private date to a rented museum, only for you to tell him that your relationship is now strictly physical, and upon hearing this, eats you out against the wall as he fists his cock to the taste of you, spilling his seed all over the wall.

Persistent!ex-husband katsuki who, drunk and crying, shows up at your apartment, begging for you to take him back, and you finally do.

Boyfriend!katsuki who spends months making it up to you, taking you on dates, leaving work early, and sometimes skipping it entirely just to be with you.

Boyfriend!katsuki who, after months of growth and effort, asks you to be his wife once more.

Husband!katsuki who makes your second wedding even more memorable than the first, refusing to let you go and ensuring you're always by his side.

Husband!katsuki who is overjoyed when you surprise him with the news that you're one month pregnant with his child.

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writeriguess · 2 days ago

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Dabi x prohero!reader??

Consumed by Fire

The alleyway smelled like smoke and rain. Water dripped from the fire escape above, splattering onto the cracked pavement as you leaned against the cold brick wall. The city never slept, but this part of town felt dead—just the way he liked it.

“You’re late,” Dabi drawled, stepping out from the shadows. His coat swayed as he moved, that lazy smirk pulling at his lips, the staples in his skin catching in the dim streetlight.

“You’re the one who picked the spot,” you shot back, arms crossing over your chest. “What if I was followed?”

Dabi let out a dry chuckle. “Then that’d make two idiots in one alley, wouldn’t it?” He stepped closer, his presence electric, dangerous. “Relax, sweetheart. No one’s onto us.”

“You don’t know that.”

His fingers brushed under your chin, tilting your face up. “I’d know.” His voice was lower now, a promise wrapped in smoke and heat.

You sighed, tension easing just a little. This was always the way it went. You worried, he mocked you for it, and then—

His lips crashed against yours.

Dabi never kissed gently. He wasn’t built for softness, for warmth. He kissed like he burned, searing into you, taking as much as he gave. Your back hit the wall as he pressed you deeper into it, fingers sliding under the collar of your hero uniform, nails scratching against your skin.

When he finally pulled away, he was grinning. “Miss me?”

You rolled your eyes, pretending like you weren’t breathless. “You’re insufferable.”

“And yet, you keep coming back.” He leaned in again, lips ghosting over yours. “So, tell me, hero. What’s the excuse this time? Night patrol? Another ‘classified mission’?”

You hesitated. “There was…a meeting today. About the League.”

Dabi didn’t stiffen, but his expression shifted, amusement flickering into something sharper. “That so?”

You swallowed. “They’re getting closer.”

He hummed, unconcerned. “And?”

“And they’re asking about you.”

Now, he grinned, teeth flashing white in the dim light. “Flattering. What are they saying?”

“That you’re a liability. That you’re reckless, dangerous—”

“Aw, they do know me.”

“Dabi.”

The teasing vanished in an instant, replaced by something darker. He leaned in, nose brushing yours, voice a rasp in the quiet. “What do you want me to say, doll? That I’ll play nice? That I’ll turn myself in, give a little apology speech for all the shit I’ve done?” His fingers curled around your chin, grip firm but not cruel. “That’s not how this works. You knew that when we started.”

“I know.” Your voice was quiet, but steady. “I just—I don’t want them to find out.”

Dabi studied you for a moment, then smirked. “So, you’re scared?”

“I’m not scared.”

He let go of your chin, stepping back. “Good. Because if they do find out, it’s not me they’ll go after.” His eyes flickered down your body, from your uniform to the slight tremor in your fingers. “You ever think about that?”

You hated how much you had.

You hated that the thought of losing him terrified you more than it should.

Instead of answering, you grabbed his wrist and pulled him back, fingers brushing over the cool staples in his skin. “Come back with me.”

Dabi scoffed. “Cute.”

“I’m serious.”

He lifted a brow. “You want me to waltz into hero society? Play house with you? Be a good little reformed villain?”

“I want you safe.”

“And I want a world where assholes like Endeavor don’t get to play hero while people like me rot in the dark,” he shot back, voice hard. “We don’t always get what we want.”

You flinched at the mention of Endeavor. Dabi rarely brought him up, but when he did, it was always with that same, hollow anger—burnt out, but still smoldering.

“Stay with me, then,” you whispered. “Just for tonight.”

His eyes darkened, jaw tensing. But then his fingers curled into your jacket, and he muttered, “You’re a real pain in the ass, you know that?”

You smiled. “I know.”

And then, just like that, he let you pull him away from the alley, away from the smoke and the city and the ever-looming threat of discovery.

Your apartment was small, barely more than a glorified closet, but it was safe. Dabi leaned against the counter, watching as you locked the door behind you.

“You always this paranoid?” he asked.

“Only when I’m harboring a wanted criminal.”

He snorted. “Flattering.”

You pulled off your gloves, tossing them onto the counter. “Hungry?”

Dabi gave you a look. “You know I don’t come here for the food.”

You flushed. “That’s not—”

He was on you in seconds, hands rough as they grabbed your waist, lips hot against your neck. “What?” he murmured against your skin. “Not what you meant?”

You let out a shaky breath. “Dabi—”

He bit down, just hard enough to make you gasp. “You worry too much,” he muttered, dragging his teeth lower. “It’s gonna catch up to you.”

You tangled your fingers in his hair, gripping tight. “And you don’t worry enough.”

Dabi hummed, amused. “That’s what I’ve got you for.”

His hands slid under your uniform, heat trailing in their wake, his breath uneven against your ear. “Tell me to stop.”

You didn’t.

And when he kissed you again, it tasted like fire.

Later, tangled in sheets and heat, you traced your fingers over the scars on his chest, over the places where his skin had been torn apart and stitched back together.

“You ever gonna tell me the truth?” you asked softly.

Dabi didn’t open his eyes. “About what?”

“About who you were before all this.”

A long pause. Then, “You wouldn’t like the answer.”

You frowned. “Try me.”

Another beat of silence. Then, quietly—too quietly—he murmured, “I used to be someone who thought heroes could save people.”

Your breath hitched. “Dabi—”

“Go to sleep, doll,” he muttered, turning onto his side. “You’ve got work in the morning.”

You swallowed down the lump in your throat, heart aching. But you didn’t push.

Because if there was one thing you’d learned about Dabi, it was that you only ever got pieces of him—fragments, burned and broken.

And yet, even knowing that, you still held onto them.

Because they were his.

And because, for as long as you could, you wanted to be the one who held them.

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kaxserlvr · 21 hours ago

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You knew this day would come eventually. You had spent years by Sae’s side—first as his best friend, then as his manager, always supporting him through every match, every exhausting training session, and every grueling press conference. But somewhere along the way, you realized you had forgotten how to live for yourself.

Sae Itoshi was already a star, a prodigy who didn’t need anyone to hold his hand. He was strong, talented, and destined for greatness. And you? You were just… there. Maybe even holding him back.

So, you planned to leave. You didn’t tell him—you weren’t sure how. You figured he’d be fine without you. But Sae found out anyway.

It was another worker who spilled the news, the one who had been flirting with you lately. He had casually mentioned to Sae that he was planning to ask you out once you quit. The moment the words left his mouth, something in Sae snapped.

Sae wasn’t the type to panic. He wasn’t the type to beg. But the idea of you leaving? That was unacceptable.

So now, here he was, standing in front of you, his sharp eyes narrowed in something you had never seen before—desperation.

“You’re quitting?” His voice was cold, but there was something beneath it, something unsteady.

You swallowed, forcing yourself to meet his gaze. “I just… I want to enjoy my life more, Sae. You don’t really need me anymore.” You start fidgeting with your hands

A muscle in his jaw twitched. “That’s bullshit.”

“Sae—”

His hands gripped your wrist, not rough, but firm enough that you couldn’t pull away. “You think I don’t need you? You think you don’t matter to me?”

Your breath hitched. His face was closer now, his usually calm expression darkened with something raw, something you weren’t sure you could handle.

“Sae, you’ll be fine without me,” you tried again, but your voice wavered.

His grip tightened slightly, and before you could react, his lips crashed against yours.

It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t hesitant. It was a declaration.

Sae was never good with words, but this—this was everything he wanted to say.That you were his strength. That no matter how much he achieved, no matter how far he went, you were the one thing he couldn’t bear to lose.

When he pulled away, his forehead rested against yours, his breath warm against your lips. “You’re not holding me back,” he murmured. “You’re the only one keeping me together.”

Your heart pounded, your thoughts spiraling. You had thought he didn’t need you. That he’d let you go without a second thought. But the way he was looking at you now, like you were his greatest weakness and his only salvation, made your resolve crumble.

“…What am I supposed to do with you, Sae?” you whispered.

His lips brushed against yours again, softer this time, a plea disguised as a kiss. “Stay.”

And that you did.

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mandy-asimp · 3 days ago

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A simp's list of stories

(my masterlist :D)

✫- smut ୨ৎ- fluff 𖦹- angst

Abbott Elementary:

With a smile ( ୨ৎ 𖦹)

Melissa Schemmenti x OC (Claire) Summary: Claire has a crush on a specific redhead and it only seemed to have gotten worst over their friendship. After 5 years of friendship, dreams begin to become more persistent.

The Two Year Teacher (✫୨ৎ)

Melissa Schemmenti x reader (Y/N) Summary: Y/N is a very big CEO of her own company. And when her daughter comes home talking about her teacher she’s had for the second year in a row, Y/N just goes with it. but when she meets a red head at the grocery store, she never would've put her as a teacher. Then when Y/N's daughter gets into a mishap, a lot happens

Heartaches, and Other Aches (✫୨ৎ)

Melissa Schemmenti x reader (Y/N) Summary: Working on the furthest side of Abbott meant you avoided the cameras a lot. Especially when you would always have everything you need in your classroom. But the inevitable day came when you needed to journey to the teachers lounge.

Random Confessions (୨ৎ)

Melissa Schemmenti x OC (Alex) Summary: For two years Melissa had alway believed Alex hated her. Then one day, everything she's known is thrown out the window by a simple confession.

Forever Home ( 𖦹 ୨ৎ )

Melissa Schemmenti x reader (Y/N) Summary: When you hush Melissa in defense of Janine, Melissa begins to let herself slip into her own thoughts. Yet, without noticing her actions, she hurts you in doing so.

Fast Lane (✫𖦹୨ৎ)

Melissa Schemmenti x OC (Phoebe) Summary: Melissa is dating one of NASCAR's greatest drivers, although nobody knows that. Yet, with the race that decides history appears, a lot more stress is arising for Phoebe.

Redecorating Your Heart (୨ৎ)

Melissa Schemmenti x reader (Y/N) Summary: You begin to make changes to Melissa's home, but one year you have a different change in mind

Criminal Minds:

Safe and Sound ( 𖦹 ୨ৎ )

Emily Prentiss x reader (Y/N) Summary: Emily begins to see your face around more, but it's impossible. You were dead. But when Ian Doyle is rumored to escape, you couldn't stay dead forever.

Needed Me ( 𖦹 ୨ৎ )

Emily Prentiss x reader (Y/N (they/them)) Summary: When the job grows too hard for Emily, Rossi comes and seeks Y/N for help. Knowing if there was anyone to soothe her better than him, it was them.

A Game for Two (✫)

Emily Prentiss x reader (Y/N (she/her)) Summary: Y/N is the youngest agent on the team with a TikTok account. And after video goes viral, people notice a connection between her and emily.

Baby Whisper ( ୨ৎ )

Jennifer Jareau x reader (Y/N (she/her)) Summary: JJ finds out she's pregnant and when Will doesn't want the baby, she finds herself crying in the parking garage. Yet, Y/N is there to solve all her issues.

Florida Secrets (✫)

Jennifer Jareau x reader Summary: The team takes a vacation to Florida, and you're paired with the blonde of your dreams. Which isn't an issue until out of the state with alcohol in your system. After all, what happens in Florida, stays in Florida.

Shut Up and Dance (୨ৎ)

Aaron Hotchner x reader (Y/N (she/her)) Summary: One night while out with the team, Y/N and Hotch seem to be entirely carefree when their song comes on.

After Hours (✫)

Emily Prentiss x reader x Aaron Hotchner Summary: You stayed late in the office, Emily was your ride and she was still doing paper work. Being bored, you had started a solo dance party...only it didn't stay solo for long.

Marvel:

The Innocent Act (୨ৎ)

Wanda Maximoff x reader Summary: Y/N has been in Wanda’s class all four year, and in her final year she starts to get lost in the history of the language. asking for extra help but on the wrong day with the wrong outfit. Wanda, who’s kept control, finally lets free and speaks her mind. A/n~ looking back on this one is actually insane, like this was my first on this app!

Underneath the tree ( 𖦹 ୨ৎ )

Wanda Maximoff x reader (Y/N (she/her)) Summary: Y/N goes home for the holidays. The comfort of home being destroyed by her girlfriend. But soon, after hearing a conversation, Y/N finally falls the shots. And there was someone always waiting for her.

Sacrifice ( 𖦹 ୨ৎ )

pt. 1 l pt. 2 Wanda Maximoff x reader (Y/N) Summary: Wanda shows up to Kamar-Taj, but she finds something more desired. Something she lost back with Thanos. Her love.

It's a beautiful night (୨ৎ)

Wanda Maximoff x reader (Y/N (she/her)) Summary: While performing at her concert, Y/N has a confession to make.

High school Party (୨ৎ)

Natasha Romanoff x reader (Y/N) Summary: You never were one for high school. at least for the first three years. senior year was your year. But the only thing you couldn't pick out, was Natasha Romanoff. However, one party was all it took.

Winning the witches ( 𖦹 ୨ৎ )

pt. 1 l pt. 2 Wanda Maximoff x reader x Agatha Harkness Summary: Agatha came to collect the power. Wanda came to get the life she always wanted. Y/N came to protect herself.

Late Night Dancing ( ୨ৎ 𖦹)

Agatha Harkness x reader (Y/N (she/her)) Summary: Y/N is a gamer and plays among us because that's what I was feeling and is dating Agatha who is a big CEO but their relationship is exposed one night.

Curiosity (୨ৎ ✫)

Lilia Calderu x reader Summary: Your an inspiring actress who tends to have late rehearsals. And having no car, you had resorted to a the train. But then one night you meet a mysterious woman who captures your curiosity instantly.

Cards and Clay (୨ৎ ✫)

Lilia Calderu x reader Summary: You move into town and start a new pottery place, you bring in much business and are pleased with your tiny living. Or so you think that's what's happening

When She Calls (masterlist) (୨ৎ 𖦹 ✫)

Lilia Calderu x reader (Life (she/her)) Summary: When Life is asked to make a promise, she doesn't seem to be able to say no. But that promise was going to be served out so much longer than what she could see.

Wednesday:

winter getaway (✫୨ৎ)

Larissa Weems x reader (Y/N) Summary: Y/n and Larissa Weems have never interacted unless needed. Which was almost everyday as Y/n had to explain why a random plant or tree had appeared in the courtyard. So when a friend convinces Y/n out of the comfort zone at the school getaway, many things happen.

sex in the flowers (✫୨ৎ)

Larissa Weems x reader (Y/N) Summary: You haven't been in the game long, but when you met Larissa Weems, your life changed. And after a few months of meeting, you quits your job. On the last meeting you have, you try to tell her but Larissa just wont listen.

sensitive baby ( 𖦹 ୨ৎ )

Larissa Weems x reader Summary: As the first hybrid teacher at Nevermore, you did everything you could to find your place. Which included taking charge to plan the Raven.

School For Good and Evil:

you're all mine ( 𖦹 ୨ৎ )

Leonora Lesso x reader (Y/N (she/her) Summary: Y/N was meant to be an Ever, but what happens as she becomes a Never?

Dragons Oh My! ( 𖦹 ୨ৎ )

Leonora Lesso x reader (Y/N Summary: Y/N and Lesso have been dating for a long time, but the three words have never been said, always implied. One day Y/N is with the other ever teachers and gets upset at their conversation.

Other's:

an interview online (୨ৎ)

Sandra Bullock x reader (Y/N (she/her)) Summary: During the pandemic,Y/N and Sandra decide to move in after a few years of datings. And what better time than a pandemic. With their relationship hidden from the world, a single shadow could finally bring light to them.

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maskedcrawford · 3 days ago

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Hidden Secrets

Chapter 1

Summary: Reeling from the events of the night before, you and Ji-yong figure out where you stand. As time moves forward you begin to realize this may not be as easy as you thought.

Warning: Nothing really other than more angst.

A/N: I really hope you guys enjoy this! I'll be putting out requests in between the chapters, so I'll try to make sure the previous chapter is linked at the top of each one.

Requests are OPEN

Chapter 2- Offensive Behavior

Ji-yong stares at you, unsure of what to say. What does it mean for you two? He knew you were fragile and vulnerable and he knew he was selfish.

“I mean, it doesn’t have to mean anything for us,” he shrugs off feeling the weight of the guilt on his shoulders.

“If nothing else, it was a one-night thing, it doesn’t have to happen again.” Your heart hurts when you the words. Granted it wasn’t what you feared most, but it was still rejection. It still wasn’t what you wanted to hear.

“If anything, Jagiya,” he slings an arm around your shoulder cooly, “I was your rebound,” he laughs bitterly as his own heart breaks into a million pieces as he tries to convince himself that’s all it was. Part of him believed you went along with it because of that, and when you didn’t protest the rebound comment, he took that to mean he was right.

“What time does Steve leave for work?” he asks after a moment of awkward silence.

“Uh, he doesn’t work,” you mumble with a tinge of shame.

“You mean you were supporting him?” his voice is thick with attitude.

“Unfortunately,” you sigh as you both head to the living room.

“Unbelievable.” He rolls his eyes as he mumbles. As the day went on, the air between you two finally started to feel normal again. You called Steve to let him know you and Ji-yong were coming by.

You knock on the door, biting the inside of your cheek nervously. Steve comes to the door, he reeks of alcohol, which wasn't uncommon for him. He liked his whiskey.

“Come on,” he slurs as you make a face of disgust.

“God what is that smell,” you whisper to yourself as you walk through the apartment. It was a mix of cigars, filth, alcohol and what you would've sworn was sewage.

“Make sure lover boy only touches what’s yours,” he says pointing to Ji, you look at each other for a moment before just walking back to the bedroom. The air that had cleared before? Yeah, it’s not clear anymore. I mean, were you lovers? You did technically make love, right? Was that what it was for him? Was that what it was for you? You weren’t entirely sure what it was.

You grab your things, placing them in boxes Ji had brought with you. After about an hour of hauling your stuff out, you realize you can’t find your big easel.

“Steve!” you shout from the room that you used to paint in.

“What,” he stumbles in the room. Ji-yong had just come inside from putting a box in the trunk of the car.

“Where my easel, the one with the unfinished painting?” you motion to the room that’s nearly empty.

“Oh, yeah about that,” he rubs the back of his neck.

“I kinda broke it this morning.”

“You what?” Your veins were on fire. You could have run through him given the opportunity. That easel was given to you special by your grandmother before she passed a few years ago. It was the only thing left of her you had.

“You son of a bitch,” you whisper as tears prick your eyes. He walks closer to you pressing you against the wall.

“Get away from me,” you go to move, trying to get out from under him but he pins you with arms on either side of you.

“I said I was sorry,” you turn your head as he tries to make you look at him.

"No, you didn't," you mumble under your breath. Trying to reason with him while he's drunk, though? Not a good idea.

“I’m sorry about the easel I’ll get you another one,” he tries to rest his forehead on yours, in some attempt at intimacy you assume.

“Just stay, be here with me,” he tries to kiss you, but you doge your head.

“Get off me!” you say louder.

“Baby come on, don’t be like that,” his hands find the buttons of your jeans, and you freeze, unable to move. Your mind automatically takes you somewhere else, anywhere else but where you're at now.

“Get off her!” Ji-yong he shouts. He hears your voice ring through the hall and like the speed of light he’s in the door way. One second, your worst fear is about to be recognized, the next Steve is on the ground clutching his back. Then Ji-yong kicks him in the balls for good measure before jumping on top of him to land a few punches. Once he was sure Steve would be on the ground for a while he turns his attention to you.

“Are you ok?” his hands cup your face gently looking into your glassy eyes. You nod slowly, still nervous to move.

“Just get me out of here.” you whisper barely audible. He takes your hand and leads you out of the apartment. You get in the car and for a moment, all you can do is stare out the window as he drives.

“Y/n,” he says quietly, “are you ok? Can I do anything?” his hand touches your thigh and you tense. He steals a glace towards you as he feels the muscles in your thigh contract. He removes his hand and puts it on the wheel.

“Shit,” he sighs. You look over at him and realize his hand is cut up and bleeding. You pull his arm over to you examining his hand. He’ll live, but it needs to be looked after. You grab a rag from the back seat and place it on his hand lovingly.

When you get through the door you instantly make him go to the bathroom so you can bandage up his hand.

He sits on the counter and you grab the first aid kit and position yourself between his legs. He grabs your arm right before you start cleaning his hand.

“Are you ok?” his gaze is intense. You feel like he could read your mind.

“I’m ok,” as you bandage up his hand, partial memories flood your mind of them. How they gripped your hips just the right way, how his skin felt electric against yours, how the slightest touch made you feel like it was heaven.

“Uh, y/n.” you snap your head up at him and his eyebrow is quirked.

“What are you thinking about?” he half giggles at you lost in thought. You feel the blush begin as you try to explain yourself.

“N-nothing,” you quickly finish bandaging his hand and try to leave, but he puts his hand on your stomach. You stop without looking at him, biting your lower lip as you feel a familiar nervousness kick in.

“Don’t lie, jagi,” he purrs in your ear. You shut your eyes, swallowing the lump in your throat.

“Tell me.” He encourages you with a low husky voice. His forehead rests against the side of your head.

“You,” you whisper, “and your touch.” Your cheeks are fully red by this point and his gaze is burning holes into your skull at this point.

“Ji,” you turn to face him and the way this man held restraint when looking at you with your doe eyes, it was a miracle.

“Hmm,” he hums as his hand instinctively goes up to your cheek.

“Thank you for today,” you whisper. He nods and kisses your forehead. The heat between you is too much, he pulls your face to him, his lips soft and gentle. You stay like this for a moment before the kiss becomes a bit more rushed.

“I need you,” he whispers in your ear.

“Ji, we said it was a one-time thing.” Your voice is unsteady, but desperate. You want him, bad, but he was the one who suggested a one-time deal. Why did you kiss him? Heat of the moment, emotions were high, mainly your own.

“So, I really was your rebound,” he says sounding amused, trying to hide the disappointment.

“What, no, I,” you sigh and pull away from him.

“Ji, what’s happening? I mean what we did, it-it never should’ve happened.” You pause and while looking at the floor you don’t see the way his face twists in pain at your words.

“It’s made things complicated now.” You sigh in frustration. He gets off the counter.

“So, lets uncomplicate them,” he says as he walks out of the bathroom and you follow.

“How would we do that?” you cross your arms over your chest.

“Simple, friends with benefits. Either of us has a need, we use the other.” The way he described it made your stomach turn slightly. You never wanted to ‘use’ him. He never wanted to ‘use’ you, but this seemed to be the best solution in his eyes. This way he got some piece of you. I mean after all you said it never should’ve happened.

“What about dating? I mean, if we’re friends with benefits does that mean I can bring someone home?” You weren’t sure what you were expecting, him to protest maybe? Did you want the idea to get under his skin? Yeah, a little, because lets be honest, the idea here is just selfish lust, not love, and love is what you want.

“All right, how about this.” He pauses as he turns to you in the living room, “We can date whoever we want, bring home whoever we want, but we get tested regularly if we're with other people, keep it casual, and we have to tell each other if we meet someone.”

“And all sex ceases if we get into a relationship?” you clarify.

“Yeah, sure,” he shrugs, "If that's what you want."

You couldn’t see the way this conversation was killing him inside, the way it felt like a million little cuts to his heart. But he wanted you, regardless of how or for how long, he knew he wanted you.

A few months go by and you get settled into a routine with Ji-yong, surprisingly you haven’t been together much, both of you were busy with work and exhausted. You’re working on your latest sculpture when your phone rings.

“Hey, Ji,” you smile as you put the phone on speaker.”

“Hey, I need you to be ready in something casual around 4.” You scrunch up your face.

“Ji, it’s 3:15 and I have plaster on my hands and arms,” you say as you look at your skin.

“Then take a shower, because we’re leaving the house either way,” he says with a cocky attitude. You sigh and wipe your forehead with the arm that’s got less mess on it.

“Something casual?” you ask. You can hear the smirk in his voice due to the victory of you not arguing with him.

“Yeah, I’ll see you soon,” he hangs up and you hop in the shower.

You throw on a hoodie and a pair of paint-stained jeans with tennis shoes. The man said casual after all. He opens the door as you finish tying your laces.

“Woah, you said casual,” you say as you look at him in his suit, “Now I have to change,” you turn to go down the hall way and he grabs your wrist wagging his finger at you.

“No time, come on,” he leads you out the front door.

“But, Ji,”

“Do you trust me?” He says pointedly as he opens the car door for you.

“I, yeah,”

“Then do it. Get in.” you cock your brow at him before slowly sinking into the car seat.

Ji-yong's emotions are on a high, he can tell you’re trying to figure out his plans and he’s loving every second of you being confused. He gets into the car with a satisfied smile.

“Are you gonna tell me anything?” You ask as he pulls out of the drive way.

“Nope, I told you to trust me.” You roll your eyes at his comment. The drive is silent until you pull up to the mall.

“What are we doing here?”

“Y/n, trust me,” is all he says before getting out and coming to open your door. You eye him curiously as he takes your hand and leads you into the building.

“Here, wear this,” he hands you a mask and puts one on for himself, along with a hat to conceal his colored hair. He takes you to your favorite clothing shop.

“Ji,” you tug his sleeve almost like a child.

“I can’t, this week,” you gesture to the clothing racks.

“Just try something on.” He holds up a cute sweater and looks at you. You shake your head no. He holds up multiple items and at every single one you shake your head no. Before you know it, though, you see a gorgeous dress, one that makes you actually look at the price tag. Ji goes to hold up something else and is startled to see you aren’t by his side anymore, but rather looking at the dress on the mannequin. He smirks at you.

“You like this one?” he comes up behind you and wraps his arms around you waist.

“It’s too expensive,” you say sadly.

“Try it on.”

“Ji, if I love it,” you mumble feelings irritated.

“Humor me,” you sigh as he kisses the top of your head through his mask. You find the dress and take it off the rack and put it on in the dressing room. You gasp at how the fabric hits all right placesl; at how beautiful you feel.

“Let me see,” he says from outside the dressing room.

“I’m gonna kill you for this,” your say as your face scrunches as you walk out. His eyes get bigger as he takes in how beautiful you look.

“Aegi,” he whispers to himself as you stand there feeling awkward under his gaze.

“Look in the mirror,” he takes you to the 3-sided mirror and stands in behind you. You turn to each side and smile, one that’s genuine and happy.

“Great, now I’m sad,” you utter as you remember you can’t afford the dress.

“While you were changing I seen these, here,” he places a beautiful pair of red bottoms down beside you.

“Ok, I know I can’t afford those,” you laugh as you take off your shoes anyway. There’s no use in arguing with him.

“Oh wow,” you whisper as you look at yourself.

“A masterpiece,” he mumbles in your ear causing you to blush.

“Wear it out,” he says as he kisses your shoulder. You notice he picks up a hand bag too and place it on the table.

“What,” before you can protest or ask questions he’s left you there and headed to the register. You walk over to him after grabbing your clothes. The cashier gives him a bag and Ji-yong puts your casual wear clothes in it.

“What just,” you look at the bag he's bought for you, you notice its Dior.

“Now we can go to dinner,” he smirks holding the bag in one hand and capturing your hand in his other one.

He pulls up to the restaurant and you both get out of the car, it’s an intimate place, dim lighting, a private area just for you and him, barely anyone is even there.

“This place is beautiful,” you say as you sit down in a corner booth. He slides over next to you.

“A beautiful place for an even more beautiful girl, he kisses your cheek softly. You giggle and roll your eyes at his line, only for Ji-yong it wasn’t a line. He meant every word. He wanted you to feel special, wanted you to feel spoiled and loved.

“You keep picking these assholes so I figured I’d show how you should be treated. With luxury, respect and the finest things life can offer.” You blush as his words as you scan the menu. He takes your hand in his and despite the sex, this was one of the most intimate things you’d done with him.

The waiter comes over and takes your order and he orders for you, after asking what you wanted of course.

“I can order my own food,” you say playfully.

“But you don’t have to,” he tuts.

“Let me spoil you, Jagiya. Stop fighting it,” he pleads.

“I swear,” you breathe out a laugh, “If people could see us now, they’d think we’re dating,” you chuckle and you notice how he shrinks back a bit.

“Not that it would be a bad thing," you stammer as you try to fix what you did and not admit everything you really felt, "I just meant, neither of us wanted a real relationship with each other," you say trying to do damage control.

“Yeah, I guess not, but if I’m allowed to touch you,” he places his hand on your thigh, “the least I can do is treat a lady to a date every now and again.”

“Oh, so that’s what this is for? Ji, no offense but you don’t have to do this. Like you said, we’ll use each other.” You can’t help the bite the word ‘use’ has when it comes out. That conversation still stings.

“Fine, then let’s go.” he shrugs and his tone is short.

“What, now? We haven’t eaten,” you say as he moves out of the booth and extends a hand to you.

“You said you don’t need a date so I won’t bother,” his tone is aggravated. This was not how the night was supposed to go.

“Fine,” you stand up and walk ahead of him back to the car. The drive back is silent, thick with tension of frustration. You both get out of the car once you arrive home and as soon as the front door shuts your pinned to the wall his lips on yours.

But this wasn’t like last time, you’d been with him a few times since that first night when you and Steve broke up, but each time he was gentle, caring and he took his time. This time he was rough and rushed. You hit your teeth together and your tongues fight for dominance.

His kiss made your head spin, and you push off his jacket as he picks you up. You wrap your legs around his waist and he walks you to your bed.

“Tell me what you want,” he says as he starts another assault on your neck. You gasp and your hands find his hair, tugging and pulling earning a throaty moan from him.

“Tell me, what you fucking want,” he growls again in your ear. Your legs shake slightly as his knee goes between them.

“You,” you breathe out and his hands start hiking up your dress.

“What do you want from me?” he puts his forehead on yours as he’s dangerously close to where you want him most. You blush as you realize he's toying with you. But really, he wanted to hear you admit that you wanted him, even if it was only this way.

“Ji,” you whine desperately.

“Tell me or I won’t do a thing. I’ll leave you here, like this.” You bite your lip as you look to the side before looking back at him. His eyes are hooded and you know that he’s upset, angry maybe, but asking you to beg wasn't fair. You decided to try and play his little game better than him.

“I don’t want a thing from you,” you smirk. He looks at you taken aback.

“You better be sure,” he says dangerously low.

“I’m sure,” you think he’ll break, but boy were you wrong. He kisses you roughly one last time.

“Then I’ll just use my imagination,” he whispers in your ear before leaving your room and going to his own. You lay for a minute stunned. You really thought he would’ve given in. It’s not long before you hear him moaning and whimpering from his room and you can’t help but feel completely turned on and yet at the same time a little pissed off. He never left you unsatisfied.

You wait until he’s finished, before mimicking the noises and sounds he was used to from you, exaggerating them a little more to be sure he heard you. Before you could even finish, you hear his door slam shut and then the front door.

What had this night turned into?

You pace your room as the time gets later and you don’t hear him come back. You camp out on the couch for a while before deciding to text him.

“Where the hell are you? It’s late and I’m worried,” you admit. He reads the message but doesn’t respond.

“I can see that you read it, just tell me you’re ok.” He reads it almost immediately, but again no response.

“Ji, what the fuck?” once again no response. You try calling him, no answer. You try again, no answer.

You ultimately fall asleep waiting up for him. But you’re woken up by the sound of a girl giggling.

“Shh, we have to be quiet, my room mate's sleeping,” he says. Your eyes grow wide as you realize he’s brought another girl home. As much as you don’t want to admit it, that hurt. You knew it was a very good possibility but it still hurt.

The two of them walk into the living room and he see’s your back against the couch. For a brief moment he stops, wants to tell the blonde, whatever her name is, to go home. He wants to pick you up, cuddle you and explain everything. But that familiar pang of you laughing earlier tonight haunts his mind. You thought it would be a joke to date him, or at least that’s what he assumes.

You stay in place, frozen, not daring to show you’re awake. A few stray tears fall from your eyes as he ushers her into his room, basically right in front of you. It isn’t long until you hear the familiar noises again. You put your hand over your mouth as try not to cry too loud.

It wasn’t just that he brought another girl home, it was that he brought her home after what you thought was a dumb little game. You weren’t sure why this felt so personal, but once he snapped at dinner it’s like all he cared about was himself. You get up from the couch once the noises stop and pour self a glass of wine.

“I’ll be right back,” you hear him say to his guest as he walk into the kitchen in nothing but grey sweatpants. You freeze as you hear him enter the kitchen. His eyes are wide for a moment before coming up beside you to get in the fridge.

You both stand in silence for a moment.

“That’s really fucked up, ya know.” You mumble as you take the bottle of wine and your glass to your room. He stands there for a moment, watching you walk away.

“No, what’s fucked up is I was trying to do something nice for you tonight, and you fucking laughed at me for it.” he says as he passes you back to his room, which unfortunately in times like this, was split by a single wall. You watch him disappear with a can of whipped cream into his room.

“Two can play this game,” you mumble to yourself as you walk into your room. You pick up your phone as you start to hear the giggling and the girl’s shrieks. You roll your eyes and do what you quietly swore to yourself you wouldn’t; you call Steve.

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