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bloatedandalone04 · 1 year

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Don’t Come Back For Me

➪the one where everything falls apart.

Warnings: spoilers for american heist 2014, swearing, mentions of killing, mentions of drugs, alcohol consumption, arguments, mentions of fighting, toxic enviroment overall, indication of smut, angst

Word Count: 6.5k | Part 1 , Part 3

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“Fuck,” was the only word James could say as he sped home after dropping off Frankie, Sugar and Ray. He knew it. He fucking knew it, and you knew it, and now he broke his fucking promise to you. He supposed he broke his promise to himself, too, but he couldn’t care less about his own feelings when it came down to you. “Fuck!”

He wasn’t sure if he was happy or upset to see your car in front of the house, indicating that you were home already, but he didn’t have the time to dwell on it as he barely had the Duster in park before he was sprinting up the porch and shoving the door open.

When he didn’t see you immediately upon entering, he just called your name loudly before grabbing his duffle bag and emptying his drawers. He heard the bathroom door open when he moved onto the second shelf and began shoving various articles of clothing into the bag.

“Hey, Jamie,” you call out, and he could hear your soft footsteps nearing as you entered the room. “I still feel bad about bailing earlier. How much have you had to drink tonight? I was thinking we could walk down to that twenty four hour diner for cheap beer and burgers.”

James closed his eyes at that.

You were always thinking about him, and he fucking hated the fact that, despite you being on his mind every second he was with the guys, he still couldn’t stay true to the words he promised you.

You, his sweet girl. His kind girl who was so much better than him in every way. The girl he never deserved for more than a second.

He could feel your eyes on him as he halted his fast movements of pulling his clothes from the shelf. “What are you doing?” You hesitantly asked, leaning against the doorframe as you waited for him to respond. When he didn’t, you pressed further, your voice coming out weaker than you had hoped for, “Jamie, what’s going on?”

James’ whole body tensed up at your question. He needed to leave, now. He also wanted to take you far away from here, but the risk of it all plagued his mind. He should leave you here and get out of your life, give you a chance to escape, but he has always been a bit selfish when it comes to you.

He would never willingly ask you to leave with him, but if Frankie knew where you lived, Sugar and Ray definitely did as well, and he wouldn’t leave here without knowing you were safe.

And right now, you would be safe with him. “We’re leaving. Tonight. Now, right now,” he answered and left no room for arguments as he grabbed another bag and pushed it into your hands.

“What?” You ask and step back when he handed you the bag. You made no move to start packing, and he couldn’t really blame you, but he needed you to trust him right now, with no questions. He also knew how unfair that was to ask of you.

“Please, baby, start packing, okay?” He tried and when you still didn’t move, he cursed under his breath and turned back to the dresser to begin throwing your clothes into the bag you held in your hand. You watched him rummage through your drawer and shove random shirts and jeans into the bag, and you knew something bad had happened once you left the bar.

You knew he had broken his promise. “Jamie,” you start quietly, swallowing harshly as you feel tears sting your eyes. Your soft call of his name had him stopping all his movements and he looked over at you, tears gathered in his own eyes. You give him a questioning look as you struggle to hold the messily packed bag.

“I’m sorry,” he offered you weakly. You were wearing one of his old shirts and sweats, clearly ready to call it a night, and here he was, asking you to drop everything and leave with him. You just wanted to buy him beers and burgers and make him forget about his interview and then end the night with him in bed, and here he was. He ruined it. “I’ll explain it all later, I promise, but I need you to trust me right now.”

“Trust you?” You ask, somewhat offended. The sound of someone knocking on the door caught your attention, and you glanced back at it as you dropped the bag onto the floor. James had already turned back to his own bag and seemed to have not heard the knocking, so you took it upon yourself to cross the room to the door. “When have I ever not trusted you?”

“I didn’t mean it like that,” he answered as he rummaged around his nightstand. He continued to ramble on as you opened the door, “I just - I need you to come with me. I don’t know where we’re going yet, but I’ll figure it all out. I’ll have to stop by Lewis’ and grab the spare plates, but after that we’ll just drive as far as we can. I know it’s not fair to you, but I need you to just go with me on this one, alright?”

You meet Frankie’s eye when you swung the door open, James still going on behind you. “Hey, sweetheart,” he grinned at you. “Good to see you again. My brother here?”

James was pacing around the room, but stopped when he saw that your bag was now on the floor. “Please, Y/n,” he begged as he picked it up. “I need you to pack whatever is valuable to you and then we’re going-”

He stopped mid-sentence when he finally looked over at you, cowering by the door next to his brother. His jaw clenched as he tossed your bag on the bed behind him and crossed the room in three strides. “Hey, Jimmy,” Frankie greeted him, but James just gently grabbed your arm and pulled you away from the door.

“Real estate, huh? You fucking asshole,” James muttered as Frankie let himself in and closed the door behind him.

“You didn’t get rid of the car yet? That’s a fucking problem, Jimmy,” Frankie said as he stepped cautiously towards the two of you.

You had no clue what he was talking about, and you had no time to ask as James pulled you with him when he made his way back to the dresser. “How could you do this to me, Frankie? I’m your fucking brother,”

“It’s not my fault,”

James pushed you away from his brother and you leaned against the frame again, chewing nervously on your fingernail. “You know I’m fucking this close to putting it all behind me,” he held up his hand and showed his thumb and index finger only a sliver away from one another. “I’m this close and you’re fucking screwing me again.”

The sharp punch he let out against the wardrobe didn’t make Frankie jump, but it sure had you holding back a sound of surprise. You weren’t used to this side of James, but you supposed this version of him was one his brother knew well. “I didn’t know they were gonna do that shit, man, come on,”

“The second I saw those two I knew they were trouble and you didn’t listen to me,” James muttered and turned to his brother. “Like, what the fuck’s the matter with you? Open your fucking eyes.”

“I talked to them, Jimmy,” Frankie tried to assure him. “There’s not going to be any more problems.”

James shook his head as he dumped more of his clothes into his bag. “Yeah, no more problems? You’re so fucking casual about everything,” Frankie began pulling on James’ shirt to try and get him to stop packing, but he just pushed him away. “No, seriously, you’ve got a fucking screw loose, man. You’re fucked, alright?”

Frankie muttered something in his defense, but James just turned to you.

His gaze softened as he took in your nervous state and the way your hand was shaking as you pulled on your nail with your teeth. “We’re leaving,” he informed both you and his brother. “Now.”

Frankie shook his head and watched as James handed you your bag. “Jimmy, you can’t go anywhere right now, man,” he pleaded, trying to grab the bag from him. “You can’t leave.”

James glared at him as he took your hand in his free one. “Oh, yeah? No more problems, huh? Fuck you, Frankie,”

You had no choice but to follow your boyfriend as he made a beeline for the door, your heart pounding loudly in your ears as you tried to wrap your head around what was happening. “I’m serious, man, you can’t do this,” he followed the two of you to the door. “You can’t.”

“You’re my brother,” James muttered as he held you behind him. “You’re supposed to look out for me.”

“I am,”

“Yeah, you are? Fuck you,”

When he turned to open the door, Frankie pushed it closed again with a force that had you pulling your hand out of James’ and backing away. James turned to you, prepared to comfort you somehow, but turned back around when Frankie announced, “The guys are out there, man,”

James looked at him in disbelief before dropping his bag and pushing his hand against the older man’s chest. “What the fuck do you mean, they’re out there? You brought them to my fucking house? What the fuck, Frankie?”

He held his hands up as James pushed him back against the door. “I needed a ride, man, I needed to check up on you,”

James laughed but it held no sense of humor in it. “Check up on me?” He looked over at you and your pleading eyes, desperate to know what was going on. “Y/n lives here, too, Frankie. What the fuck were you thinking?”

“I’ll get rid of ‘em, man,” Frankie says and pushes his brother away. James just scoffed and walked the few steps towards you, taking your hand in his as he pulled you further from the door. “I’ll get rid of them, but they want to talk to you, too.”

James sighed heavily as he met your eyes, not bothering to look back at the man as he muttered, “Yeah, I’ll be out in a minute,”

You heard the door slam shut again as you placed your hands on his chest, a million thoughts swimming around in your head. “James, what the fuck,”

He winced, knowing that you only called him ‘James’ when you were serious. He was always ‘Jamie’ to you, your Jamie. “I’m sorry, baby,” he mumbled, tangling his fingers in your hair as he pulled you into his arms. “I’m so sorry, I’m so fucking sorry.”

You shook your head and wished you could feel the usual sense of comfort that came with the feeling of his arms around you, but you were so on edge from being left in the dark. “James, please,” you begged him to give you any kind of answer to the countless questions that you had.

James held you against his chest when you gave up on pushing him away and let him hold you. His hand gently caressed the back of your head as he pressed his lips to your temple, “I need you to stay inside, okay?” He had no right to be asking that of you, and he knew it, but he didn’t want Sugar and Ray to see you. When you tried to pull away, he held you tighter. “Please, baby. Just - just stay inside.”

Against your better judgment, you allow him to leave the house after you promised to stay inside and wait for him to come back in. Despite that, you lift the curtain and peek out to see him and another guy you didn’t know sitting on the steps of the porch. Frankie was leaning against the railing, a cigarette between his teeth as he listened in on the conversation.

After you drop your bag on the floor next to his, you run your hands through your damp hair. You weren’t expecting to find him packing his clothing away as soon as you got out of the shower, and you really weren’t expecting to be hiding out in your own home while he talked to one of Frankie’s friends.

You were going insane.

After pacing around the length of the living room and kitchen, you had a headache from the amount of pulling you’ve been doing at your hair. You were shaking and had a horrible feeling about everything. You kept eyeing the bags and chewing on your finger, the skin now bloody and sore as you tried to wrap your head around the situation.

What was he apologizing for?

What did he do?

Where was he planning on going with you?

What did Frankie mean about getting rid of his car?

What happened?

You were beginning to regret leaving the bar. Maybe if you had stayed, James wouldn’t have had a reason to leave with Frankie and do whatever it is that they did.

He needed you to trust him, and you did. You trusted him with your life, but you weren’t sure why you felt so uneasy with him now. He had been part of something serious and it required the two of you to flee, and that thought had a chill running up your spine.

Were you still going to leave when he comes back inside?

So many questions and no answers.

You were beginning to feel a panic attack set in, and you were both nervous and grateful when James entered the house and locked the door. That answered your question of whether or not you were still leaving together.

When he turns back to face you, you raise a brow and cross your arms. “Well?” You desperately ask. “What’s going on? Who was that?”

He looked at you with guilty blue eyes and you felt your heart skip a beat at his intense gaze. He opened his mouth to say something, but closed it again a few seconds later.

He didn’t know what to say to you. He didn’t know what he could do to make this better. “That was a friend of Frankie’s,” he offered, but you and he both knew it wasn’t enough. James refused to meet your eye as he kicked at his bag on the floor. “He’s not a good guy.”

You nod, waiting for him to continue, but he never did. “What did he make you do?” You tried, but he just shook his head and stared down at the floor. “James, I swear if you don’t tell me what the fuck is going on, I’m taking that bag and I’m leaving.”

Your threat was somewhat empty, but that wasn’t what had him lifting his head to meet your eye. “Jamie,” he said in a tone you had never heard from him. You furrowed your brows, confusion evident on your face as he moved towards you. “I’m Jamie to you.”

Your expression softened as he stood before you and took your hands in his. “James,” you warned, but he gave you a look that had you backing down pretty quickly. “Jamie, you need to tell me what’s going on.”

His eyes flickered all over your face, noting the way your lip quivered and how your own eyes were pleading with him. “I can’t,” he said, hating the way he could see your guard building up with each passing second. “I can’t.”

You wanted to leave, but you made him a promise and you intended to keep it, despite beginning to feel differently about him. “Why?”

James felt you tense up, and he could feel your grip on his hands loosen. “I just can’t,” he weakly mumbled. “Not right now. Please, just trust me on this. I need you.”

He needed you to trust him and he just needed you in general.

And you, the understanding girlfriend you had always been, sigh and step away from him. “Okay,” you say quietly, glancing down at the floor as you run your fingers through your hair. You weren’t sure what you were agreeing to, but you still did trust him. You were just holding onto the hopeful thought that he would tell you everything when the time was right. “Okay.”

James’ shoulders dropped in relief, and he wanted to hold you again, but refrained from doing so. You still trusted him, but you also clearly needed your space. He had no problem giving that to you, just as long as you stayed here with him.

God, he felt selfish.

He didn’t want to involve you in any of this, but he was in too deep now.

Sugar and Ray knew where you lived, and probably knew of you. He had no doubt that Frankie had told them about you, and he hated the thought of the danger that put you in.

He would die before he let anything happen to you.

You were it for him. His entire world.

“I love you,” he murmured, watching as you backed further away from him and towards the bed. “You know that?”

You nod as you sit down and play with your fingers, wincing slightly when you pressed against your still sore skin. “I love you,” it came out as a whisper. The look you gave him when you lifted your head had his heart breaking. “We’re going to be okay, right?”

James didn’t know how to answer you. He didn’t have the answer to that question. You were going to be okay, he would make sure of that, however the state of your relationship and his own wellbeing were up in the air at the moment.

He moved to sit next to you when you gestured for him to do so, and he quickly decided that he wouldn’t lie to you. Since he had already broken his promise, he wouldn’t do anything else to further break your trust. “I don’t know,”

Like he expected, his answer didn’t ease your mind, so you just nodded and crawled over to your side of the bed, curling up against your pillow. James hated how the night ended. It was supposed to end with the two of you drinking cheap beer and eating burgers before heading back home and falling asleep wrapped up with one another.

It was just another thing he fucked up.

James was beyond pissed that Frankie had shown the guys his house. He couldn’t care less about his own privacy and safety, but now yours was at risk. The house he tried to make you feel so at home in was exposed to criminals who had no problem shooting and killing someone who disagreed with them. James had seen it firsthand just a few hours ago.

He roughly rubbed his hand over his face before standing up and throwing the covers over your body. Your back was turned to him when he crawled into bed next to you, and he moved as close as he could to you without ever actually touching you, despite desperately wanting to wrap you up in his arms and pretend his brother never got let out of jail.

You weren’t sure how long you had been in bed for, or how much sleep you had ended up getting, but you were still exhausted by the time the sun seeped in through the window next to the bed.

Instinctively, you rolled over and reached for James, finding his usual spot empty. It was still warm, so you knew he had only been up for a little while.

You shook your head. After what happened last night, the first thing you did when you woke up was reach for him. You knew he needed you right now, as he had told you many times the prior night, and you’d be lying to yourself if you were to say you didn’t need him just as much, but for different reasons.

James had been a constant in your life since the minute you met him, and he’d been nothing but sweet and genuine to you. He never lied to you, never gave you a reason not to trust him, so you felt a bit bad for being so cold to him last night.

With a sigh, you toss the covers off you and get out of bed, heading towards the bathroom where you could hear the shower running. James had his back to you as he stood under the shower head, the steam making the bathroom look a bit foggy.

You strip yourself from your sweats and t-shirt before stepping in behind him, not caring that your previously washed hair was getting soaked now. Wrapping your arms around his middle, you immediately feel his tense body relax as one of his hands reaches up to grab yours and hold it against his chest. “Jamie,” you murmur. “Talk to me.”

You feel him sigh as you rest your head against his back. “I let you down,” he muttered so quietly, you almost didn’t hear him. The water hitting the shower floor drowned out his voice, but you inched closer to him in hopes to provide a sense of comfort and also to be able to understand him a bit better. “I fucked up. Like I always do.”

“Hey,” you shook your head and placed your hands on his biceps to turn him around. He budged only a little bit and you pressed your front to his side. “You do not always fuck up, James. You’ve been alone for most of your life and that led you to make some bad choices, but you don’t fuck things up. This isn’t your fault.”

The water that fell from his dark hair made it look like he was crying as the drops rolled down his face. His eyes were tired and guilty and you wanted nothing more than to take away all his stress and worries, but you didn’t know how.

“Please,” you all but begged, caressing the side of his face to make him meet your eye. “I’m sorry for not understanding last night, I should’ve left with you when you told me to. But, please, don’t shut me out.”

James furrows his brows, his lips parting as he quietly says, “Y/n,”

You just press your body to his, wrapping your arms around him and nuzzling your head against his chest. “Talk to me, Jamie, please,” you squeeze your eyes shut to fight off the sting of tears. “Let me help you.”

James felt his heart break even more than it did last night, and he pulled back just slightly so he could place his fingers under your chin and guide your eyes to meet his. “Baby,” he mumbled and you wanted to melt under his intense gaze. “You already are helping me.”

You shake your head again, locking your hands around him and pressing them against his back.

“You are,” he assures you, bringing one hand up to push away the wet strands of hair from your face.

“I’m sorry,” you say again, but he just shakes his head.

“Don’t apologize, baby. Don’t apologize to me. You’ve done nothing wrong,” he says. “This is all on me.”

You look up at him with teary eyes, your bottom lip quivering. “Tell me what’s going on, please?”

James just gives you another guilty look, his hands resting on your lower back. “I can’t,” he hesitantly said. “Not right now.”

“Please,”

Having to keep you in the dark about everything was surely going to kill him, but what choice did he have? He felt like he was taking your trust for granted, and you were being so sweet to him. He came home last night and didn’t give you so much as a hint of what was going on before telling you that you needed to leave, and you were apologizing for not doing it quick enough.

He truly never deserved you.

And now you were begging him to not shut you out and to tell you things that would most definitely get you killed, but you didn’t seem to care.

You were on his side.

James’ eyes flicker all over your face, and you were by far the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life, and you had chosen him.

Despite his rocky past and his slow start to a new life, you had proven to him that you were determined to be a constant in his life and how you weren’t one to be scared off easily.

Maybe that was why James felt like he had to tell you a sliver of what had taken place last night. He owed you that much. “Frankie and I got mixed up in some business with those guys. He said it was real estate, but I should’ve known better. I went with him and they made me the getaway driver for whatever the fuck they had been planning,” he hoped that was enough to put your mind at ease even just a bit, but he knew you wouldn’t be satisfied with that for long. “They’re dangerous guys, baby, and I’m sorry I got you all wrapped up in this.”

You weren’t sure what to think, and you desperately wanted to know more, but you could also tell that he had been debating on whether or not he should’ve told you even this little bit about what went down when you left the bar.

So, you just lift yourself up high enough to be able to press a small kiss to his mouth.

You were scared, of course you were, but you trusted James, and you couldn’t let him go through this alone. Really, he had been roped into all of this, just like you had. He wasn’t to blame for this, Frankie was. James was just a reliable source to his brother, that much was clear.

“Thank you for telling me,” you murmur against his mouth, your hands sliding up his wet chest to be able to grip his shoulders. “We’re going to get through this, together. You and me.”

James nodded, his lips brushing yours again as he did so. “You and me,” he said in between kisses, his hands moving up to tangle in your hair. “As soon as this is over, I’m getting us out of here. I don’t care that he’s my brother, you’re my future.”

You let him push you against the cold tile of the shower, your back immediately sporting goosebumps as you wrap your arms around his neck. “I’ll go anywhere with you,” you promise, tilting your head a bit when James attached his lips to your neck.

A moan mixed with a sigh of relief leaves his mouth as one of his hands reaches down to wrap your leg around his waist, all while the water continues to pour down onto the two of you.

When James attempts to go back to his normal life the next morning, you give him a quick kiss goodbye before he is off to work.

Your mind was still racing, and you weren’t entirely sure you understood just how much danger James was actually in. The whole thing had you a nervous wreck, and you had to call in to your own work as you couldn’t possibly imagine pretending like you weren’t terrified for a whole shift.

After promising James that you’ll keep the door locked until he gets back, you cleaned up the house and reorganized the fridge in an attempt to keep your mind from wandering to all the possible ways this could end.

Had you known that James was involved in some serious business with those guys and Frankie, you wouldn’t have hesitated to leave with him as soon as he got home last night.

While you weren’t sure just how deep this whole thing was yesterday morning, when James asked to borrow your car to go to work today, you knew it was bad.

James had pretty much rebuilt the Duster from scratch, and had spent countless hours working on it, just for Sugar to take it and dump it somewhere it will never be found. James was one of those guys who really cared about the little things, and you knew he was devastated at the fact that he lost his beloved car.

He had only been gone for about two hours before you heard quick knocks on the front door. You were immediately on edge and grabbed your phone, prepared to call either James or the cops if you needed to.

You pull the curtain back and see Frankie leaning on the railing, a cigarette between his lips as he gazes around the front of your house.

At the sight of the very man who had flipped James’ world upside down in a matter of a few hours, a rage bubbles within you.

You unlock the door and pull it open, your gaze stone cold as you step out onto the front porch. Frankie looked up when he heard the door open, and his crooked grin had you holding back a grimace. “Hey, sweetheart!” He greets, turning his head to blow the cigarette smoke away from you. “Good to see you again. That was quite the first impression I left on you the other night, huh?”

He laughed. He actually made a joke and laughed.

God, James was so far from being anything like his brother. He was a beacon compared to this burnout, a form of light that was quickly beginning to dim because of the darkness that surrounds Frankie.

He didn’t deserve this.

“What do you want, Frankie?” You ask and cross your arms, leaning against the frame of the door while he looks up at you from his slouched position.

He must have been able to tell that you weren’t in the mood to give in to his bullshit, and you could appreciate his ability to read the room. Or, in this case, your front porch. “I’m lookin’ for my brother,” he says, inhaling another drag of the cigarette. “Is he home?”

When he tries to peek into your house through the still open door, you straighten up and reach behind you to close it with a harsh slam. He had already been inside the place, so you weren’t sure why you were still trying to protect your privacy. “No, he isn’t,” you answer, then add, “He’s working, like he has been for the last four years.”

Frankie nodded, running his tongue along the underside of his teeth. “My brother,” he grinned. “A working man.”

You glared at him, refraining from extending your hand out and decking the man square in the face, just like how James taught you. “Do you need something?” You ask instead.

At the anger in your voice, James’ older brother looked up at you, his eyes curious. “Did I do something to offend you, sweetheart?” He asked and you hated the way he called you that. “If I did, I’m awfully sorry, I just-”

“You know what you did,” you cut him off, surprising him at the hostile tone your voice held. “James was doing just fine before you came back around, and now he tells me he’s been involved in something he can’t further explain because it’s too dangerous. What the fuck did you make him do?”

Frankie stepped back at your sudden outburst, the cigarette falling from his fingers and landing on the stone of the porch. “Woah, sweetheart, relax,” he tried but you just pushed him away from you when he held his hands up in surrender. “I didn’t make him do anything, alright? This ain’t all on me.”

“It is all on you,” you seethed. “You didn’t tell him you had some real estate job for him?”

Frankie’s emotionless face dropped and his eyes widened just slightly, and you knew you caught him with that one. “That-” he started, but you once again cut him off.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” you reach a hand up and push on his chest just enough to have him take a step back and down one of the stone stairs. “Stay the fuck away from him, Frankie. I mean it. He doesn’t need this in his life.”

Frankie inhaled loudly, reaching a hand up to run through his greasy hair while his other flattened out the jacket of his cheap suit. “Just tell my brother I stopped by, alright?” He grunted and walked down the rest of the steps.

You rolled your eyes and made sure he was a good distance down the street before entering your house again and locking the door.

James didn’t think he could be any more pissed off.

He was less than halfway through his shift when you called him to let him know that Frankie stopped by. While he was glad you called him, it soured his already poor mood even further, and instead of heading straight home after work, he found himself meeting up with Frankie at the old railroad tracks.

James wasn’t sure what he was expecting to get out of this confrontation, but it ended with him seeing red at the announcement that both Sugar and Ray had no problem further involving you in this mess.

You were further being put at risk because of him.

And you didn’t deserve that.

So, he made the hard decision to let you go.

When he returned home a few hours later, you greeted him with a hug. He couldn’t bring himself to not return it back, and he knew this would be the last time he’d ever get to feel your arms around him.

So, he hugged you back, tighter than he ever had before.

“I missed you,” you smile at him, taking your keys when he hands them to you. “You were working late.”

He just nodded and eyed his still packed bag by the door.

When he doesn’t say anything, you furrow your brows and step away from him to lean against the kitchen counter. “Since you don’t have a car, I was going to offer you the option of sharing mine. Maybe I can drop you off on certain days, you can pick me up on certain days, you know, like a system,”

James stayed still and you felt your smile slowly beginning to drop. He hadn’t taken his eyes off the bag, something you had noticed by now, and you were beginning to feel nervous.

“Jamie?” You ask quietly, hating that he couldn’t seem to bring himself to look at you. “Everything okay?”

He finally took his eyes off the bag, but still didn’t look up at you. “I’m not going to work tomorrow,” he says and your brows further furrow.

“You’re not? Why?” Even you could hear the uneasiness in your voice.

“I’m meeting with Frankie,” he informed you, his jaw locked tight as he met your eyes. You felt your heart skip a beat at how monotone he sounded and how emotionless he looked. “He’s got a job for me.”

Your eyes widen at that and you place your keys on the counter. “What? What are you talking about?” You ask as you cross the room and step towards him. “What kind of job?” You dreaded the answer, but you also needed to hear it.

James just shrugged, keeping his hands at his sides when you placed yours on his chest. “I don’t know yet. Something like we did back in the day, I guess,”

You look up at him in shock and shake your head again. “No, what are you talking about?” You ask again, but he just shrugged you off of him. “You- you have a job already, James.”

He laughed at that, and the sound was so unfamiliar. “Yeah, a dead end one,” he muttered and reached down to grab the bag. “At this rate, I’ll be at Lewis’ until I’m dead and will still be making fuck all.”

Your heart was in your throat as you watched him begin to pack another bag. “Jamie, please,” you knew where this was going, but you didn’t want to believe it.

“I thought I changed, thought I could be better, but I’m the exact same person I was ten years ago,” he said with his back to you, his face heating up as he spewed out some bullshit lies in hopes it would get you to believe it.

But, of course, you didn’t. “I don’t believe that,” you say and place your hand on his arm.

James pulled away from you and felt his heart break when he caught sight of the hurt expression on your face. “I don’t care whether you believe it or not, Y/n,” he muttered and zipped up the second bag, slinging it over his shoulder. “Don’t make this something it’s not.”

You glare at him through teary eyes. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

James lets out a sigh of frustration, moving further away from you, despite wanting nothing more than to wrap you up in his arms and never let you go. “You didn’t think this could ever actually work, right? We’re two completely different people, Y/n. We don’t work,” he continued to make up lies that hurt him to even say, and he knew it would hurt you to hear, but he needed to let you go. He can’t be selfish when it comes to you. Not anymore. “I tried to make it work, but what’s the point? I’ll never be the person you want me to be or need me to be, because I’m still the same fuckup I’ve always been.”

Your lip quivered as you shook your head, playing with the sleeves of your sweater. “That’s not true,” you pressed. “We’re good together. We work.”

You were sticking to your promise of staying with him, no matter what. James had never felt more in love with you, and that was what had him muttering his next words, “Don’t tell me you’re fucking stupid enough to believe that,”

Like he expected, you step away from him at the hostility of his words, your hands shaking a bit as you hold back sobs. “Jamie,”

With a heavy sigh, he turns back to you with an angry expression. “Stop calling me that, fuck,” he nearly yelled, making you jump slightly. The sight had him quickly turning around before he broke the act and took you into his arms. “You need to forget about me, forget about all of this. That’s what I’m gonna do; put all this time I’ve wasted with you behind me. This was a mistake.”

You cry out at that, your hands coming up to cover your mouth as you sob.

James remained stiff and kept his back to you, his ears ringing as he listened to your cries. “I love you,” you pathetically say, and he felt his eyes sting.

Tears were in his eyes as he heard the sound of Ray’s car pull up outside, and he turned to you. “That was your mistake,” he barely managed to say before breaking eye contact and leaving the house, slamming the door behind him.

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₊˚ʚ ᗢ. ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ ᴏʀ ᴅᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴛ. ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ₊˚✧ ﾟ.

aka, the chapter where shit really goes down (i CANNOT emphasise this enough)

the unfortunate pair: ao’nung x fem! sully! reader

chapter summary: after experiencing so many issues with your health (and beating the crap out of Ao’nung), a relaxing visit to the spirit tree was exactly what you needed. Or is it? In the end, you and Ao’nung have a bit too much fun with each other, considering your shared hatred.

warnings: mentions of death, cussing (somewhere here), fighting, crying, idk, sad stuff

word count: 6k

“Y/N? Can you hear me?”

“I think she’s waking up.”

“Y/N, please don’t die!!”

You slowly opened your eyes to the muffled voices that surrounded you. Your body jolted forward, head spinning, still feeling like you were trapped inside the deep blue.

“Woah woah woah, slow down, tiger.”

You felt a pair of hands steady you by your shoulders; your dad.

A gentle hand rested on your back; your mother.

You could hear tiny sniffles as you tried to make sense of what was going around you; Tuk.

The world was becoming more comprehensible with each breath you took, so you focused on that. Chilly hands shaking, you placed them on your face to wake yourself up, fingers delicately massaging your eyelids.

“That’s it, princess, come back to us.” your father half-whispered, his warm hands still planted firmly on your shoulders like if he let you go, you’d start levitating.

You blinked a few times, looking at your entire family staring at you in a rather spacious tent. You were laying in a hammock. The strong scent of herbs wafted in the air, you could almost taste them on your tongue. It seemed that you were in the metkayina’s healer tent.

You heard Kiri’s voice somewhere behind you, “Do you need anything?” her words echoed in your brain.

You opened your mouth, rubbing your temples. “He..hejolum,” you managed to utter, “please.”

note: hejolum is a concoction I completely made up and used for curing dizziness and nausea.

A slight pause ensued, but was followed shortly by the sounds of Kiri rummaging through the herbs to make the mixture.

“How are you feeling?” Neteyam asked softly. He was next to your mother, Lo’ak behind him. “I think I’m good,” you responded a little bit hesitantly.

“What happened?” your voice picked up its volume, you were finding the strength to move the rest of your body.

Neteyam and Lo’ak shared a look. Kiri walked up behind you with a warm bowl of a greenish liquid, tapping your chin for you to open it.

“I can drink that myse–” She disregarded your words and started pouring the liquid down your throat as you opened your mouth, and you nearly choked and spat it all out. When you were done, you gave her a sharp glare.

“That’s what you get for requesting hejolum instead of fyorl leaves.” she smiled innocently, putting the bowl away in a corner. You wondered if she even got permission from Ronal to start using her herbs, but you didn’t feel like bringing it up.

“Hejolum is more effective!” you scrunched your eyebrows together. “Yeah, but fyorl leaves work just as fine and I don’t have to work for it,” she rolled her eyes. “You’re lucky you had a near-death experience, or I’d be shoving those leaves down your throat right about now.”

Your ears perked up at ‘near death experience’. Memories of the purple shell and your struggle flashed through your mind like a really badly put-together slideshow. And then it dawned on you.

“Who brought me here?” you looked at Neteyam. His hesitancy to answer said it all.

You hopped off the hammock quickly, your body almost toppling over. “Hey, hey, easy! You still need to rest!” your father called out to you, but you were already sprinting away in search of Ao’nung.

Neytiri sighed next to him. As he watched you stumble over yourself, Jake couldn’t help but feel a small grin make its way up onto his face.

“She’s definitely her father’s daughter.” he smirked, earning a groan from your mother.

You didn’t know why, exactly, you were running. You just knew you wanted to thank him for saving your life.

It felt exhilarating to feel the wind in your hair and the sand beneath your toes, and you ran to where you usually saw Ao’nung hanging around, slowing your steps.

The broad leaves of the trees swayed with the soothing breeze, and you slipped in between the dense foliage, just so that in case you did find Ao’nung you could surprise him and make him yelp. A mischievous grin appeared on your face as you thought about it.

And then you heard voices. They were laughing, and you recognised his deep tone among the others. You quickly headed left, towards where you could hear them.

Weaving in between the trees, you finally spotted them. You hid behind a tree that was thicker and taller than the others, listening to their conversation. Just because.

“Wait, did you guys hear something?” a boy that had similar hair as Rotxo said in between their laughter.

“You’re being delusional.” Ao’nung chuckled, but his head turned to see if anyone was there. You didn’t show any signs of life, even going as far as to hold your breath.

“You’re the one being delusional. Do you like that girl now?” another friend of his commented. You assumed that he was talking about you, because everyone thought you two were interested in each other.

But still, you wanted to hear what he was going to say. His friends jeered at him, one of them mimicking kissy faces. You gagged at the thought.

“No way,” his tone was one of disgust. “I wouldn’t like that freak even if the fate of the world depended on it.”

You felt a sudden emptiness in your chest at those words.

“Their whole family is a bunch of freaks, I’m going to be honest.”

Your fingers curled inwards, your thumb pressed tightly against your palm. Your breathing became shallow as he went on.

“And did you see how temperamental the girl is? She’s a pain in the ass to deal with,” he laughed.

Your blood was boiling.

That fucking,

bitch.

Before you knew it, your arms and legs were moving on their own, hoisting you up on the tree. You made your way up on top of the tree, not caring for the way the bark dug into your palms, scratching up your hands, as his friends laughed at his remarks, his insults towards your siblings and you.

You crouched on top of the thick broad leaves, balancing yourself with your hands and your feet planted on the section where the branch separated into leaf.

One of his friends looked up and saw you, making eye contact. He backed up and ran without a word, making everyone else confused.

The other two looked up and Ao’nung continued to talk shit, even mocking you and your brother. “Ao’nung–” the rotxo-looking one gasped.

“And can you believe it? They’re such slow learners!”

“Ao’nung!” the other one hissed.

“And– What?” he looked confused, before looking up to see what his friends were looking at. His eyes widened in horror, he didn’t even have time to react as you pounced on him from above, knocking him down onto the dirt.

His pathetic little crew ran for the hills as you delivered a hard punch to his face, an absolutely deranged look in your eye. He fought to get you off his body but to no avail, and the only thing he could do was scream bloody murder.

You thrashed and clawed at his skin, the feeling of something wet flowing underneath your nose making you stop abruptly, and the distinct red of blood tinted your fingertips when you wiped on the spot above your lips.

The skxawng beneath you took the opportunity to try and push you off him, but you bit his arm in retaliation and he yelped in pain.

“You’re CRAZY–”

You were laying down on top of your sleeping bag in your marui, playing with your hair in between your fingers as your father paced around angrily. His heavy steps as he scolded you were the only thing you were even processing, too busy thinking about the million different methods you could use to murder that two faced donk–

“Are you even listening to me right now?” he groaned, the wrinkles on his forehead were more prominent now than ever.

“Mhm. You can’t attack people for no reason, why would you do that, I’m growing old and I can’t see the brave sacrifice and revolutionary importance of what my daughter did for her family,” you listed, mimicking his low gruff voice.

“Princess, you know I hate having these kinds of talks with you,” he sighed, crouching down next to you, and you let go of your hair, crossing your arms to look at him.

The small sound of something dropping to the ground came from outside, and you both turned your heads in the direction of the source. “Lo’ak! Don’t touch anything you aren’t supposed to!” he shouted.

More sounds of rummaging and a faint “damn it, how’s it he always knows?” followed, before silence returned.

You turned your heads back to each other.

“But it’s vital. You’re my daughter and I care about what you do. And anyway, I’m not the one you should be afraid of.” he raised his eyebrows, shaking his head. You frowned, realising what he was implying.

“Your mom is gonna freak out, I’m telling you. And I suppose that’s punishment enough for you.” he ruffled your hair with his hand, winking as if to say good luck, I can’t save you as he picked himself up, leaving through the flap of the marui.

Your mother stepped inside, and your ears flattened. You knew how she was when she was angered. You got up quickly as she walked to you.

“Are you hurt?” she asked, her eyes searching your body for any sign of injuries. You shook your head no, ignoring the fact your palms had tiny cuts on them.

“Good. Now tell me why you did that to the boy.” she looked into your eyes patiently.

“He called our family freaks, he mocked 'Teyam's accent, he said Kiri’s nose looked weird, he said dad looks 30 years older than he actually is,” you went on, listing every scathing comment he said about your family, your mother’s face either morphing into one of outrage or shock after each thing.

“And…yeah that’s it I think.”

“So you beat him?”

“...yes.”

“How?”

“Well I climbed a tree, and then I jumped down from the tree onto him, knocking him down, then I punched his face and then bit his arm when he tried to slap me off–”

“He tried to slap you??” she fumed.

“Yeah, and then I kicked him in the crotch before Neteyam pushed me back,” you said with a matter-of-factly tone, shrugging. You left out the part where you got a random nosebleed in the middle of the fight. After all, it was probably because you were just so enraged by Ao’nung’s stupidity.

She angled her head upwards, not saying anything for a few moments. You heard a cough from outside.

“I am very disappointed in you,” she said loudly, but with the hint of a prideful smile on her face. Pulling you into a tight hug and pressing a kiss to your forehead, she whispered ‘play along’.

“You have disgraced our family and I hope that you understand the severity and the consequences of your actions, Y/N.” Her tone of voice was ruthless, but the look on her face said otherwise.

You put on your best fake pout, “But–”

“No buts.” she crossed her arms, still smirking.

“See, Y/N? What did I tell you?” your father sauntered in, playing the good cop once more. He walked up behind your mother, rubbing her back reassuringly. “Don’t worry, my love. You don’t have to get so mad at her, she’s only a child.”

Neytiri rolled her eyes lightheartedly when he wasn’t looking at her, causing you to desperately hold back a smile that was fighting its way to your face.

“But,” your father said pointedly, “you must go and apologise to the boy.”

“What?” you uncrossed your arms, staring wide-eyed with your mouth hanging open.

“You heard me. Go find him, and apologise. You can’t be on bad terms with the olo’eyktan’s son, especially when half of the village already hates us.” he stated, hands still around your mother’s shoulders.

You knew it was no use to fight him against it, so you let out an exaggerated sigh and slumped your way to find the dumbass. As you left, your mother turned to your father. “You were right.”

He looked at her, one eyebrow raised.

“She really is her father’s daughter,” she laughed, remembering when her mate beat up Tsu’tey (may he rest in Eywa’s arms). Jake looked down, slightly ashamed.

It wasn’t fair at all. Not the slightest bit. He was the one that spewed all that goddamned nonsense about your family, and you were the one that needed to apologise?

“He had it coming.” you huffed to no one but yourself, kicking the sand as you “tried” to find Ao’nung. (You were hoping you would just never catch sight of him.)

To your utter surprise, he was also slugging his way across the sand in the direction of your marui, with the exact same sour look on his face. Your eyes met, and you both begrudgingly moved within arm-length of each other.

His face was absolutely beaten, his right eye with a huge bruise around it. There was a bloody scratch on his lip and as you glanced down you noticed the marks of your teeth still near his wrist.

Damn, you really messed him up.

“I’m sorry,” you muttered, looking down to not have to look at his face anymore. Cause if you did, you’d just look at his black eye the whole time.

He crossed his arms, sighing “I’m sorry as well. I got an earful about it from my mom and she said I deserved it.”

You pressed your lips in a thin line to avoid smiling, but he saw right through it. “Ha ha, very funny,” he rolled his eyes, continuing. “Your siblings are invited to visit our spirit tree tomorrow night. You can’t not go.”

“The spirit tree?” you half gasped half shouted.

“Yes, little forest imp. Do you need your ears checked? If so, I can bring my mother over to have a look.” he smirked, tilting his head to the left in the same manner he always did.

You wanted to hold him against his previous actions, but you thought it was better to forget about it. But if he ever did that shit again, he wouldn’t walk out of the fight with just a black eye.

You turned around, flipping him off as you walked away. “Bye, shit piñata!” A big smile tugged at the corner of your mouth as you imagined his offended look. Oh, how stupid he would look.

The scrumptiously delicious smell of food drifted through the air as you arrived back home, and ducking under the flap of the marui you could see dinner was ready, and your family already sitting down in their places.

Neytiri smiled at you as you came in, gesturing for you to sit in your usual place next to Neteyam. It had only been around 3 weeks since you’d moved to Awa’atlu, but you were already addicted to the food.

“How’d it go?” your older twin asked. Lo’ak and Kiri looked at you expectantly, hoping you’d say you beat him up again.

“It went alright. We had a normal, civilised conversation.”

Kiri groaned and Lo’ak slapped one side of his face, Jake clicking his tongue for them to silence themselves.

Your mother nodded and took hold of your father's and Tuk's hands, signalling for everyone to join in prayer. As all hands interlocked with one another, Neytiri started,

“Great Mother Eywa, we offer our gratitude for the bountiful meal that we are about to share. As we partake in this meal, we ask for your continued blessings and protection for ourselves, our loved ones, and all living beings on this planet. May this food provide us with the strength and energy to carry out your will and serve our purpose in this life.”

As she finished, Lo’ak quickly rubbed his hands together and started scarfing down his food. Neteyam side-eyed him judgmentally, secretly wondering how they came from the same parents.

In between bites, you realised you almost forgot to tell everyone about the invitation. “Oh, guys.” you cleared your throat. “We’ve been invited to see the spirit tree tomorrow.” you looked towards your siblings, and Kiri’s eyes lit up immediately.

“At the cove of ancestors?” she said, mouth full of food. You nodded, and she slapped her palm over her mouth. “Hey that should be fun,” your dad smiled, nodding.

“Can I also go?” Tuk looked up at you with hopeful eyes.

“Of course, Tuk, all of us are going.”

The next day, you, your siblings, Tsireya and Rotxo set off on your little journey on your ilus to see the spirit tree. Ao’nung and you are doing what you do best; annoying the crap out of each other and everyone around you both.

Even while on an ilu, Ao’nung moved with a swagger like he was superior to everyone else, annoying the hell out of you. Snide remarks were exchanged constantly during the trip when you were above the water, which made everyone hold their breath for as long as they possibly could handle.

But despite his annoying habits, you found yourself strangely attracted to him. There was just something about his confidence that made your heart race the slightest bit faster when you were around him (and when he kept his mouth shut).

You weren’t sure if it was just the adrenaline from the constant bickering or if there was something…. more.

“You always have that dumb look in your eye like you think you’re invincible.” you scoffed, sending Ao’nung the next round of insults. He shook his head, looking down with a smile as Neteyam sighed behind you two, exhausted. “Honestly, it’s cute.”

His gaze flicked up to you almost immediately. You swore there was the smallest amount of purple dusted across his cheeks, causing you to double-take. But it was gone.

“But not as cute and positively pathetic as your feeble attempts to fight back,” a subtle, but unmistakable smile of satisfaction spread across your face as if you had reached the punch line of a stand-up comedy act.

“What can I say? You’re a challenge I can’t resist.”

At this, your head whipped towards his direction. But he dove beneath the water, leaving nothing but bubbles on the surface of the sea in his wake.

“Oh my god. That was disgusting,” Kiri practically sobbed behind you, Tuk agreeing as your hand clasped your mouth, unable to fully process what the frog had just said to you.

Can’t resist? Does that have some other meaning behind it? Why’d he have to SAY IT LIKE THAT? Was he teasing you on purpose? Holy jesus fuckballs.

Shaking it off, you dipped underneath the water with your ilu. There were rocks with plants growing on them suspended in the water, unmoving. You weaved in between them, ducking underneath a larger one and following Tsireya’s lead.

As you resurfaced, you audibly gasped at the beauty of the cove. “We are here,” she smiled warmly. “This is the cove of the ancestors. Our most sacred place.” she turned, watching as you and your siblings held your breaths in awe.

It was glorious, like nothing you’d ever seen before, much like the rest of Awa’atlu. A huge almost circular structure protruded out of the beautiful blue water, towering over you all.

“Eclipse is the best time of day to be here.” she stated as the light slowly dissipated, you needing to shield your eyes from the sight momentarily. The darkness engulfed the sky, leaving almost no light source except a giant brightly glowing flower-like plant underneath the water as you approached.

“This is it. This is the spirit tree,” Tsireya gestured, looking happily at Kiri’s overjoyed face. You gawked at the centre of the tree, which beamed with an intense glow.

The metkayinan siblings dived in first, the rest of you following shortly after. What seemed to be the glowing leaves of the spirit tree were absolutely huge, they were bigger than Ao’nung himself. The metkayinans gestured for you all to grab your queues and make the connection; but you stayed floating, watching the others make their bonds.

You felt a tap on your shoulder; it was Ao’nung. He motioned and pointed at your queue. You shook your head.

He rolled his eyes, using sign language. You deserve to experience it too.

You tilted your head. And you?

I’ve already experienced this a lot of times. Go, he insisted, not wanting to reveal the true reason for his actions, and you smiled to yourself, excited.

As you made your way to one of the huge fronds of the tree, he still couldn’t shake the sinking feeling in his stomach that something horrible was going to happen.

He stayed put, watching everyone intently, subconsciously looking your way more often than the others.

All of a sudden, the spirit tree’s leaves started shaking, the lights flashing violently. Everyone was ripped out of their moment bonding with Eywa, all except you. The bioluminescent freckles all around your body blazed with light, your body trembling uncontrollably.

Ao’nung immediately pushed his way through the water to you, disconnecting your queue and pulling you up to the surface, Neteyam and the rest of your siblings close behind. His heart pounded vehemently against his chest, looking at your unconscious body as he pulled you onto his ilu.

“What’s happening??” Tuk cried, trying to reach for your hand. “Is she breathing?” Neteyam asked in a panic.

Ao’nung bent his ear to your nose, praying desperately that you were. He heard your staggered breaths, trying to gather the lost information in his brain of what his mother taught him.

“She’s having a seizure,” his eyes widened in recognition. “We need to get her to my mother, now,” he snarled, taking off on his ilu immediately.

Ronal could not find any spiritual fault with you or find a way to wake you up, as everything she tried had failed. Your father had no choice but to call Norm and Max all the way from the forest, and it took them an incredibly painstaking full night to arrive.

Your whole family waited anxiously, your father kneeling down next to you on the mat as Norm and Max did their thing. “Alright, I’m seeing from her brain scan that it was, in fact, a seizure. But the thing is,” he paused, looking at Jake.

“What? What is it?”

“That’s not the only thing we found that didn’t look right.” he looked at your peacefully sleeping body nervously.

“The state she’s in right now is some kind of defense mechanism from her body because she doesn’t have the energy to fully function right now. But this injection can help her.” he gestured towards the tiny needle that Max was administering into your veins.

“She’ll regain consciousness soon, but Jake, there’s something seriously wrong–” “Please, get to the point.” your father croaked, he hated seeing you this way.

“Defense mechanism? Wha… What kind of defense mechanism is that? Is that normal?” he asked, worry laced in his words.

“No. This is some kind of reaction from the mixed DNA she has. She’s part avatar and part na’vi, which means she’s part human as well. Somewhere in there.” Norm explained.

Your dad’s ears flattened as he heard that his own genes could be one of the reasons that you were suffering right now, and he looked at Norm expectantly, to keep going.

“I took a sample from her DNA, and it’s not looking good.”

He showed Jake the tablet he had in his hands. “See that?” he zoomed into one of the strands of your DNA, pulling the digital version of your gene out to inspect it. “That singular gene right there is one that increases the risk of cancer. Specifically, leukemia.”

“Leu- Leukemia??” Jake rubbed his hands against his face in distress. “She has leukemia?”

“..Not quite. The na’vi genes she has directly interfere with that, and if she does have leukemia, it somehow causes a mutation of some type of disease similar to cancer, running through the blood. But we need to ask her if she’s been having any symptoms.”

“If she’s been having symptoms, there’s an extremely high chance she has it. We can’t take a blood sample right now because she’s too weak. So, that’s our only option.”

“Oh.” Jake thought for a while, looking at the woven floor of the marui, trying to remember if you’d brought up any problems with your health. Besides the fever, he couldn’t think of anything that couldn’t be explained with some other reason.

“I think she’ll be fine, right? She hasn’t said anything about any issues,” he said, trying to calm down his own heart.

“Well, then there’s nothing to be worried about, pal.” Norm nodded, slapping Jake’s back and rubbing it reassuringly.

At that moment, your eyes fluttered open, and it felt like you’d been hit by an ikran flying at full speed. “She’s waking up,” Max said.

As the world came into focus (felt like deja vu), you were able to make out the blurred silhouettes of your father and Max and Norm’s avatar.

“Hey princess, how are you feeling?” Jake smiled, gently shoving Max away, looking down at you.

“Where..where am I?” you muttered, lifting up your hands and putting them in front of your face.

Outside the marui, Neteyam and Lo’ak were sitting in front of the entryway playing with the iPad Norm brought over for them, tasked to ward away trespassers.

“No, you skxawng, press ‘O’!” Neteyam hissed, trying to take the iPad from Lo’ak’s hands. “I’m trying, bro! Stop pulling! These weren’t made for na’vi fingers!” he retaliated, his grip on the device tight.

As they played tug-of-war with the considerably delicate piece of technology, Ao’nung walked to them. “Hey. Move, will you?” he crossed his arms, head tilted downwards. “Go away, shit piñata.” Lo’ak grumbled, trying to slap Neteyam’s grubby not-so-little hands away from their pride and joy.

Ao’nung exhaled sharply, raising a leg to try and get past the two fighting brothers. “Hey! No entry!” Neteyam stopped his leg with his hand, pushing it back onto the sand and successfully nabbing the iPad from Lo’ak. “Give that back, idiot!”

“Let me through.” Ao’nung insisted, practically pleading. On a normal occasion, Lo’ak would’ve made fun of him for how desperate he was being. But this was not a normal occasion. An iPad was within his grasp for the first time in weeks, and he wasn’t about to let his stinky older brother ruin it all.

“You aren’t family. Get lost!” Lo’ak grumbled, waving him away before putting Neteyam into a headlock.

He huffed, walking away. “Tch. Watch me become part of your family, skxawng.” he scowled, as Kiri and Tuk ran past him, intent on getting to the iPad.

Of course, he was referring to Lo’ak and his younger sister. No other implications.

You sipped the water from the cup Norm handed to you, sitting up straight. “Now, I’m going to ask you a few questions, alright?” Norm smiled, pulling out his tablet to write on. You nodded slowly.

“Have you been getting any fevers?”

One nod.

“Any unnatural fatigue?”

Two nods. You should have been able to handle the dive. It really wasn’t as deep as Ao’nung made it out to be.

“Lost any weight recently? Wait no, you guys don’t weigh yourselves here, sorry. Any nosebleeds?”

Three nods.

“Okay.” Norm’s gaze was starting to feel a bit unsettling. “Have you..coughed up blood? By any chance?”

You remembered the time you were training with Veyä. Four nods.

Your dad looked at you accusingly, wondering why on earth you didn’t say anything.

His eyes darted between you, Jake and the tablet nervously. “You said…she’s been paler than other na’vi ever since she was a kid?”

Jake’s heart sank deep into his chest. At first, he couldn't fully comprehend what his friend was implying. But as the reality set in, his lips parted in shock. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. His little girl, his precious 15-year-old daughter, had been living with chronic leukemia for a decade without anyone noticing.

The weight of the realisation was absolutely soul-crushing. His mind raced back to all the times he had brushed off symptoms as normal childhood illnesses. The knowledge that he carried the gene that increased the risk of leukemia only added to his guilt.

As you looked at him puzzledly, not a clue as to what was going on, his whole world fell apart. He struggled to keep his composure as the pain tightened his throat. Tears streamed down his face as he tried to process what this meant for his family. The wonderfully bright and happy future that he had imagined for his eldest daughter was now uncertain.

Norm looked at the horror-stricken look on his friend’s face. He inhaled, and Max brought up Jake’s arm, pulling him up to bring him to the other corner of the marui, where you couldn’t hear them.

Norm gave you a sad smile. “Wait here, we’re going to talk about something for a bit.” Five nods.

“There’s- There’s gotta be treatment right?” Jake stuttered.

“I’m so sorry, Jake.” Norm sighed, looking down. There was nothing more he could do for you.

“What? There’s gotta be something you can do!”

“We aren’t sure if normal cancer treatment would even work. Her illness combined with the na’vi genes mixed into it- It would be super risky to even try anything. We don’t have the equipment or the knowledge, and this has never, ever happened before, Jake.”

Tears started welling up in his eyes. “So- She’s just going to die?” The silence they gave him as they looked at them with pity in their eyes, it broke him.

His little girl. His first daughter, his princess. He couldn’t protect you from this. How was he going to tell the rest of the family? What would be the reactions on their faces? Most importantly, what would you think?

You had a flame that blazed brightly in your soul just like his and your mothers, you were their family’s first troublemaker. For it to be extinguished so soon, for such a reason as a terminal illness,

it was unimaginable.

Upon your family hearing the news, it felt like the world was ending.

Truly.

Neteyam had his head in his hands, tears falling down to his lap.

Kiri had a hand over her mouth and nose to prevent her violent sobs from reaching anyone else’s ears.

Lo’ak looked at you in horror, still unable to believe what he’d just heard.

Tuk was already crying, hugging Jake tightly.

And your mother. She was a mess. Her pupils constricted, her hands tangled in her hair. She tried not to scream, the only thing coming out of her mouth was an ached, hoarse whisper.

And then there was you.

Head tilted down, looking at the floor, you sat curled up in a ball as Neteyam went to embrace you in a hug.

Your life was ending so soon. Just around one year left, they said.

But to your own surprise, you weren’t sad.

You were motivated.

That night, you were left alone in the marui to your own thoughts. You played your favourite happy song on the speakers that Norm graciously gifted you with before they left. You scribbled in na’vi a few things on a piece of paper.

Someone walked in through the flap, and you craned your head to see who it was. Ao’nung. “Hey. You alright? I was wondering where you were,” he rubbed a hand on the back of his neck.

(recommended time to play I Wanna Dance With Somebody by Whitney Houston, at just 4 clicks of volume (put your volume all the way down and then turn it up by pressing the button 4 times), think of it as background music, or u can put on any fun happy song suitable for dancing to)

You looked at him silently, putting the piece of paper away. “I noticed a distinct lack of spears to my throat today,” he continued.

Ah. He didn’t know. Of course he didn’t know. “Why? Did you miss me?” you smirked, getting up from the floor and brushing yourself off. A lightbulb popped into your head, the song playing in the background giving you a gloriously fun idea.

“What is that? Sky people contraptions? Is that- supposed to be music??” Ao’nung looked behind you, bewildered. You snickered at his reaction to the alien technology and noise, kneeling down to the speakers and turning them up. (recommended time to turn the music up as much as u want)

You walked up to him and leaned in, dangerously close to Ao’nung, and gazed up at him with an intense yet playful look. Your eyes sparkled mischievously as you locked eyes.

With a sudden burst of confidence, you leaned even closer, noses almost touching. Your lips curved into a sly smile as you watched his ears turn the faintest purple.

You pulled away, but only slightly, maintaining a tantalisingly close distance. You looked up at him with a normal gaze, as if nothing had just happened, before uttering the words, "Dance with me."

“What?”

“Dance with me. Come on!” you pulled his arm into the center of the marui as the chorus began, and the energy of the song pumping through your veins and causing you to dance, uncaring for the horrified expression on his face.

Your movements were outlandish to him, he’d never seen anyone dance this way before. Not to mention the incredibly strange music.

But the way you danced happily without a care in the world amused him, and not in a condescending way. He felt himself smile as you twirled and lip-synced to the lyrics that the singer was saying.

He couldn’t understand it at all, but he felt his heart soar somewhat when you motioned for him to join you.

But he wasn’t a dancer. So he looked on as your arms lifted high above your head, your movements fluid and graceful as if you were in your own world, dancing with reckless abandon. You moved closer to him, lifting his arm up and twirling under it.

You only laughed as the song ended, looking at him. “Looks fun doesn’t it? You should join me.” you smiled at him. A genuine smile.

“I don’t dance.” he crossed his arms.

“Oh come on, I’ll teach you!”

“There’s really no need for that–”

You pulled his arms, hands interlocking with yours as the next song on your playlist (Love on Top - Beyoncé or anything u want) started up. “I love this song!” you looked at him. “Just feel the rhythm. Freestyle it. I won’t laugh, I promise.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, forest imp.” he rolled his eyes. But he couldn’t deny it, the song’s beat was irresistible.

“Move your feet, at least.” you beamed, your movement as your hands still held onto each other tightly affecting his own. He begrudgingly moved his feet to the beat of the song.

“That’s it, let loose!” you laughed, and it sounded like an angel’s call to him.

As it turns out, you weren’t so annoying when you were having fun.

As the night passed and Ao’nung left after you guys had a little dance competition, you crawled over to your sleeping bag, pulling out the lone piece of paper from underneath.

You crossed out the first thing that you listed.

Bucket List!

Dance with a partner to my favourite song.

Drink alcohol

Go on your first date

Have a sleepover with my friends and siblings

Karaoke night

Have my first kiss

Receive an oshalia flower

Important Fun Fact!

An oshalia flower is any flower that comes from the family Oshalia (made up by me, again), which is beautifully stunning and a commonly used way on Pandora to express interest in courting someone. Remember this for later.

YAYYY omg i finally finished this, it's the longest chapter by far! I really hope you enjoyed this u guys! Like PLEASEE i hope its good and that i didn’t make any mistakes bro 😭 thank you so so so much for everyone’s support on this series, it’s really motivated me to keep it going. anyhow, i wonder which parts of the bucket list will be completed and which ones wont? well, all in due time, i suppose.

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rollinouttahere-writes · 1 year

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Platonic Yandere Paulie and little sister reader

Fix This

Yandere Paulie x Little Sister Reader

2.7k words

“I’m gonna kill him,” you panted out between breaths. Dock One of the Galley-La Company had finally come into view, and while you were relieved to have made it here, it was overshadowed by how pissed you were.

Why were you so mad? Because you just spent the past HOUR running from your brother’s gaggle of debt collectors. You aren’t sure who’s more stupid here. His dumbass for continuously taking out loans when he hasn’t paid back a single one yet, or them for being dumb enough to keep giving him money.

It would seem that you’ve got a target on your back purely by association. After years of not being able to get a penny out of him, they’re now trying to shake you down for money. Which, in your humble opinion, was bullshit.

You hop over the rope divider to enter the dock and look around. Paulie isn’t anywhere to be seen. If he’s left to do more gambling, you’re gonna strangle him with his own ropes.

Spotting one of your fellow foremen, you make your way over to him, “Hey Kaku, have you seen Paulie?”

“He’s been pacing the fence looking for you,” Kaku answered before even turning around to face you. Once he did, he looked surprised at your appearance, “You look whacked, did something happen?”

“Oh it’s nothing, I just spent the past hour running from my stupid brother’s bad decisions,” you grumbled. At this moment, all you wanted to do was sit down and catch your breath, but you needed to give Paulie a piece of your mind first. Possibly with your fists.

“There you are! Do you have any idea how late you are?!”

Speak of the devil. Without even looking at him you could feel your anger spiking again. This guy had the audacity to cop an attitude with you even though he was at fault. Kaku wisely went back to what he was working on, not wanting to be caught in the middle of this.

Paulie stomped closer and grabbed your shoulder to make you face him. With how mad you were, this was a bad move. The second you were turned towards him, you violently shoved him away. You were looking at him with nothing but contempt, and he visibly flinched from how scorching the look was.

He cleared his throat and found the nerve to continue talking, “Don’t give me that look! You’re damn near an hour late, where have you been?”

“Ask your debt collectors,” you seethed. Each word was ground out with malice as you continued to glower at him.

“What do they have to do with this?” Despite the question, you could tell he already knew what you were getting at. Yet here he was, playing dumb.

You threw your hands up in frustration, “Everything! From the second I left our home they were on my ass! It took me an hour to lose those pricks!”

“Why would they be after you? Are you also borrowing money?” This guy had the audacity to take on a scolding tone towards you. You want to throttle him.

Your hands shot out and brought him to eye level with you, “No, dumbass! They’re after me because YOU won’t fucking pay them!”

“Hey! Watch your language, that is not lady like at all!”

“This is not about my fucking language! This is about your stupid ass decisions getting me into trouble! If it weren’t for you borrowing money around the damn clock with zero intention of ever paying it back, this wouldn’t happen!” You shoved him away and took a step back.

Paulie fumbled for a minute to find a decent response, “I- I will pay it back, I just need to get lucky is all.” Well, that wasn’t a decent answer at all.

“You can’t be serious,” you stared at him like he was insane, which in this moment you think he was to be honest. “What do you mean you need to ‘get lucky’?! That’s never going to happen, you suck at gambling! You couldn’t win a game of poker even if you knew everyone’s hands!”

“Excuse you! Those games are rigged, that’s all! I just need to figure out how to play the system and I’ll make everything back and then some,” Paulie huffed indignantly.

Something about how he responded made your fury finally reach its boiling point, and you screamed at him, “Of course the games are rigged! That’s how casinos make money: by taking advantage of dumbasses like you!”

“What’s going on here?”

Both you and Paulie snap your heads toward the new voice. Mortification set it as you recognized your boss standing there. Iceburg just witnessed you getting into a screaming match with your brother at work.

“(Y/N) and Paulie are arguing because (y/n) was chased around the city by his debt collectors,” Kalifa readjusted her glasses while stating this like it was well known information. How she knows all this is beyond you. That woman must have eyes and ears everywhere, you’re sure of it.

Your resentment simmered down, but only from embarrassment. Tears burned at your eyes as you desperately tried to keep them from surfacing. This was humiliating. At the very least, Iceburg was a kind man and didn’t reprimand you. Instead he asked, “Is that why your jacket is torn? Are you hurt?”

“Torn?” That was news to you. Giving yourself a quick once over, you found what he was referring to. The seam on your left shoulder was ripped open. Oh, right. This must have happened when one of them grabbed you. You were able to rip yourself away, but it appears your jacket was a casualty.

“Yeah, that’s why. I’m not hurt though, just upset,” the jacket was shrugged off. You didn’t want to wear it if it looked like this. You could fix it tonight when you got home.

“It looks like you were hurt, unless that bruise is from something else,” Iceburg stepped closer and stared at your wrist. Sure enough, there was a bruise in its early stages forming on your wrist where you were grabbed. So that’s why it felt sore.

“Oh, yeah I guess that’s where it came from. I didn’t even notice that until now,” you mumbled. You can’t believe those guys caught you off guard enough to do this to you. Last week you took out three pirates with a plank of wood when they tried to skip out on their bill, but some middle aged loan shark managed to get the drop on you. Shameful.

Kalifa muttered something about this being sexual harassment, and Iceberg nodded in agreement. He gingerly held your wrist to examine it, “Do you want to take the day off? It would be a bad idea to strain this now and make it worse.”

You snatched your wrist away, “No, that’s okay! I’m fine, really! It doesn’t even hurt.” This wasn’t a complete lie. It was more so tender than outright painful. The last thing you wanted was to sit at home and stew on everything that happened, you would much rather be working.

Iceburg raised a brow at this, but mercifully spared your dignity by not forcing the matter. Returning back to his full height, he promised you that he would deal with the debt collectors targeting people that weren’t involved in their dealings. With that, he bid you all farewell and left.

The silence was heavy and uncomfortable. You could feel Paulie’s eyes on you, but you didn’t want to face him, lest you two start fighting again.

“I uh- I’ve got a job for us to work on together today, we should get started on that,” you took solace in the fact that he sounded as uncomfortable as you felt.

“Sorry, I already told Kaku I would work with him today, actually,” you lied through your teeth. Working with Paulie would be a horrible idea right now, you can’t imagine why he thinks it’s a good one.

“Seriously? Come on, (y/n), I know you’re mad but don’t be like this. It’s not a big deal, we can talk about it while we work.”

“Not a big deal?!” You snapped. Shit, you’re yelling again. Taking a deep breath in an attempt to calm down, you continue, “It’s a big deal to me. I mean it. If you don’t get your shit together and get your debts straightened out soon, I’m going to leave.”

Being harassed by his enemies is something you’ve been dealing with since you were a kid. Back then they would just follow you around for an intimidation effect, but it seems like the gloves have come off now that you’re an adult. Years of this have worn you down, and now you’re at a breaking point.

“The hell do you mean you’re going to leave?” His voice sounded shockingly cold, you’re not sure you’ve ever heard him talk like that. Especially not to you.

“I mean that if this happens again, I will leave Water 7,” you looked him dead in the eyes, daring him to challenge you.

“You don’t mean that.”

“Yes, Paulie, I do. With my resume I could get a job at any shipyard in the world, so don’t test me,” you didn’t break eye contact once, hoping to get across how serious you are.

He was the first to look away. “I’ll get it taken care of,” is all he said before walking away.

Letting out a breath you didn’t even realize you were holding, you join Kaku with picking out lumber for some ship repairs, “Thanks for not ratting me out.”

“It makes no odds,” he reassured you. Kaku quickly glanced around and then leaned down to whisper, “I have to ask though, did you mean what you said about leaving, or was that all horsefeathers?”

Horsefeathers? You assume that means something along the lines of bullshit. Whatever, Kaku says weird shit all the time. You shrugged, “I dunno, maybe? I don’t really want to leave; I love living here, but I don’t want to spend my life facing the consequences of someone else’s actions, you know?”

Kaku hummed in acknowledgement and nodded, “That holds water, I understand you wanting to. Besides, a change of pace might be good for you.”

“You think so?” Honestly, you hadn’t expected him to agree and encourage you. It was nice though to have someone supporting you.

“Sure do! Paulie’s been in the ketchup for so long that I can’t imagine him getting out any time soon. Perhaps you leaving would kick him into gear?”

“In the ketchup?” You laughed, “I swear you’re making half these weird things you say up!”

“Am not! It’s a real saying, young lady!” His tone was scolding, but in a playful way.

“We’re like the same age, don’t call me ‘young lady’!” You elbowed him in the side.

You two fell into a comfortable and casual banter for the rest of the day, which was refreshing. It really helped to take your mind off the problem at hand and cool off. By the time you were ready to go home, you were feeling calm enough to be able to have a reasonable discussion with Paulie.

That’s not to say you weren’t still upset, but you don’t think you’ll be yelling at him anymore. Unless he says something stupid, but at that point whatever happens isn’t on you.

Typically, you’ll walk home together. In the mornings he leaves before you do since he has some extra duties, but in the evening you’ll usually leave together. Sometimes even stopping to get food on the way back. Tonight, though, he was already gone. Internally, you cringe. Is he still mad? You suppose it’s possible, you could tell that what you said about leaving really hurt him.

Walking back alone made you a bit anxious after what happened this morning. You were constantly looking over your shoulder to make sure you weren’t being tailed. Fortunately, you weren’t seeing anything suspicious. Did Iceburg really take care of this that quickly? Or maybe Kalifa handled it. Her kicks were no joke, that’s for sure.

Entering your shared home, you’re surprised to see that Paulie isn’t home yet. Was he avoiding you? How mature. Rolling your eyes, you toss your torn jacket onto the couch and go rummaging through the closet for the sewing kit you keep on hand for basic repairs.

You’d barely had a chance to start stitching the seam when the front door opened. Paulie came in looking annoyed. He didn’t appear to even see you as he stomped into the kitchen to grab something from the fridge. A beer, presumably. You sighed and resumed repairing your jacket.

His footsteps came towards the living room and came to a stop in the archway. It was silent for a moment, “You’re home?”

“Yep,” you replied. Why does he sound so surprised? Did he think you were just going to peace out after work?

Paulie joined you on the couch, the cushions dipping under his weight. You still hadn’t looked at him. The silence wasn’t comfortable, but it wasn’t as tense as it was at the shipyard. He took a long drink from his beer, “Please don’t leave.”

“Don’t drag me into your problems then. If it wasn’t for that I wouldn’t be thinking about it,” you answered stiffly.

“It’s not going to happen again, I took care of it.”

You scoffed, “You took care of it on the way home? What? Did you rob a bank? Or maybe some pirates?” Pulling the invisible stitch tight, you finally look his way. His hair is a mess and his clothes are dirtier than usual. Most noticeably, his knuckles were bloody. “What did you do?”

“I took care of it,” he repeated.

“How?” You pressed.

“That doesn’t matter, what matters is you promising that you aren’t going to leave,” he took another drink.

“It does matter, I want to know what happened!” From the context clues, it looks like he jumped them. You’re not exactly fond of those people, but they are just trying to get their money back. Beating the shit out of them feels excessive.

Paulie grabbed your face, forcing you to keep looking at him, “Promise me that you aren’t leaving! You can’t leave!”

You wrenched your face away, “God, fine! I promise! Now will you talk to me?” Paulie didn’t answer, instead looking away. You huffed in aggravation, “And what do you mean ‘I can’t leave’? I could if I wanted to.”

That got his attention. His head snapped back to you, his expression was fierce, “No. You. Can’t. You’re just a little girl. There’s a lot of horrible men out there that will take advantage of you the second they get the chance. You need to be here, with me, so I can protect you.” He didn’t yell, but his words were so venomous that it made you flinch regardless.

“Excuse me? I’m not a little girl, I’m a grown woman and I can handle myself just fine! I really don’t care for this sexist bullshit from you,” you stood abruptly with your repaired jacket in hand. If he was going to be like this, then you were going to go for a walk until he stopped with the misogyny.

You didn’t make it more than five feet before a rope was wrapped around your chest and yanked you back onto the couch. Whipping your head to Paulie, you made no effort to hide how pissed you were, “What the hell are you doing?! Untie me!”

“I thought you could handle yourself?” Paulie wasn’t even paying that much attention to you, instead casually continuing to sip on his beer. He was an expert knot tier, getting out of his clutches without something to cut the ropes was no easy task and he damn well knew that.

“This isn’t funny, let me go!” Your attempts to free yourself are futile. The knots only tighten more as you struggle.

“I’m not letting you go. You are never leaving, and the sooner you accept that, the better,” he states coldly, making no move to ease up the ropes. You can only gawk at him. This wasn’t your brother, he would never speak to you like this. Did your threat to leave really bother him that much?

You’re going to have to proceed extremely carefully if you want to get out of this situation.

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toppersbitch · 2 years

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Sebastian Sallow x FemReader around maybe year 6 Sebastian is maybe seen flirting or kissing another girl and reader just gets upset and Ominis reassures and comforts them that Sebastian cares about them.

Terrible // Sebastian Sallow x Reader x Ominous Gaunt

Summary: You and Sebastian have a fight, and Ominous does his best to fix the problem.

Word Count: 750

Warnings: cheating Seb, angst!, verbal fight, fluff Ominous

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It was Friday after class, and your entire weekend was full of mischievous activities with Sebastion. You were going to go on a date, a picnic to be exact, tonight. Then sneak up to the astronomy tower and watch the meteor shower on Saturday. You were swooning for Sebastian, daydreaming about the plans.

Walking out the doors to the middle courtyard, you spotted Sebastian, a smile grew on your face as you walked towards him.

You stop dead in your tracks, Sebastian was leaning over the Ravenclaw prefect, his hands resting above her head. “I just love your voice,” Sebastian was flirting with her, she giggled her hand brushing down his arm. You turned quickly, trying to hold back your tongue. You rushed through to corridors, dodging other students. You ended up in the greenhouse, finding a secluded corner by the various pond. You sat against the glass paneling, pretending to busy yourself in your notebook.

“Hey baby,” you heard a familiar voice from above, you looked up, and Sebastian smiled down at you.

“What do you want?” you looked back down at your notebook, a stray tear falling onto the open pages.

“Woah what's wrong?” Sebastian held out his hand, you didn’t move.

“Go back to that other girl,” your words were harsh, “You just love her voice.”

“That wasn’t anything, I was ju-” He was beginning his excuse.

“No Sebastian, I won’t let you lie to me like you do everyone else,” you shoved your notebook into your bag, standing. Sebastian grabbed your arm.

“Y/n really, I was-”

“Just shut up while you’re ahead,” you shoved his hand away. Storming off, you hurried through the halls, ramming right through groups.

You made it to the Slytherin common room, finding peace on the couch near the big windows. Sometimes you liked to sit and imagine the giant squid swimming by, students always claimed to see it but that was a lie. You opened a book, staring at it blankly, as long as you pretended to be busy no one would bother you.

“Hey,” Ominous was standing in front of you, “I uh-” he rubbed the back of his neck nervously, “I overheard your fight with Sebastian,” you patted the seat next to you. He sat hesitantly, you felt a surge of frustration rushes over you.

“Yeah, he’s just terrible,” you heard yourself speak, your book falling off your lap. A pressed flower fell out, a flower Sebastian gave you on your first official date. You picked it up, a feeling of guilt washing over you.

“I just don’t think I’m good enough for him,” you pushed the flower back into the book, your true feeling escaping your mouth, “He could have any girl in the entire world.”

You felt your eyes swell with tears, dabbing them with your robe sleeve.

“That’s not true,” Ominous set his hand on your wrist. You wrapped your arms around him, sobbing onto his shoulder, his body tensed at your touch.

“Sebastian was flirting with somebody else already,” Your voice was whispered and muffled, assuring no one else in the echoey common room could hear you.

“That’s not true,” Ominous said abruptly.

“Yes it was!” you shouted, how could Ominous not believe you. People's heads turned to look, eyes shifting uncomfortably.

“I talked to Sebastian, he was only trying to get the perfect to help you two sneak out,”, Ominous pushed you back.

“Oh my god, I have to go,” you stood, gathering your things and hurrying around the castle. Running to every possible corner, You finally found Sebastian at the boathouse, he was sitting on the edge of the dock, the tip of his foot skimming the water. You stood breathing, huffing, from your journey. You walked slowly, sitting next to him. You grabbed his hand, placing the pressed flower into it.

‘Sebastian,” you spoke softly, “Ominous told me what really happened,” he looked continued looking down, “I’m really sorry.”

He stayed silent, moving around the fragile flower in his hand. You two sat in silence, the sun setting on the horizon.

“I-I know what it looked like,” he said shakily, stuttering over his words, “I just-well she overheard Ominous and me talking about it and I had to make sure she wouldn't snitch,” he shook his head.

“Oh Seb, I feel terrible,” you put your arm around him.

“Goes for both of us,” he layed his head on top of yours.

You both stayed down there, feet dangling over the water, arms around each other in forgiveness.

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I finally finished my midterm papers! Now I can get back to writing. Anyways I hope everyone enjoys this little oneshot<333

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lolitakirstein · 7 months

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Hey Neighbor

Part one

Part two

Don't be a stranger

Those 4 words rattled in your brain as the days and weeks passed. You kept busy (and subtly avoided toji) by finishing up moving in and picking up a job at the local bookstore. The hours weren’t great but it kept you away from your house and your neighbor. Yes, you felt kinda shitty. He was only trying to be nice. But the look on his face as he purred, “Don’t be a stranger” with a smirk on his face made you ten times more intimidated by him. I can NOT get involved with him…wait he probably didn’t even mean it like that… I’m looking too much into it…still…no not I can’t do it. I don’t know him and he has a child I’m sure he’s not even interested. These thoughts consumed you.

As much as you tried to avoid confrontation with toji, it was practically impossible seeing as your houses were so near. Luckily, the interactions were in passing, a quick wave. A smile from you…a smug grin from toji. It seems Mewsy wasn’t one to avoid them, you would catch her strolling across the yard between your houses when Megumi and Toji would arrive home in the evenings. Megumi would light up and giggle as she'd once again perform her act of rolling around.

Although you avoid one one-on-one confrontation with Toji, you don't avoid…looking at him… especially when he is outside with the garage door open, music blaring as he does pull-ups in his make-shift gym. Sweat streams down his rippled abs that contract with each heavy breath. It makes your mouth go dry. God, what it would be like to lick up those chiseled muscles, to cling on to those broad shoulders as he'd thrust— stop no bad bad bad, you scold yourself every time you started fantasizing, shaking your head as if it was an etch-a-sketch and could erase the images.

You knew you couldn’t avoid him forever, the time would come that you would have to speak to him…and this evening seemed to be just that day. As you sit on your porch reading your book, Mewsy on your lap, you hear that sensuous voice that makes your knees quake.

“Hey, neighbor.” toji stands at the bottom of your front porch steps. Megumi toddling up the stairs, excitedly, “Y/N!,” he climbs onto the wicker lover seat with you, Mewsy perking up and stretching.

“Megs,” toji sighs, shaking his head. “You have to wait to be invited onto a girl's porch, son.”

“It's fine,” you say, patting megumi's leg as he settles beside you like.

“How’ve you been,” toji asks, shoving his hands in his pocket. “Not seen ya much. You avoiding me?”

Shit! Was I that obvious?

“Oh…n–no just been trying to work as much as possible,” you stammer, wringing your hands in your lap.

“I see, “ toji responds.

“Yeah…” god, you wanted a hole to swallow you up, he clearly wasn’t convinced. “You can come sit if you want.” you try to change the subject.

“Nah, we gotta get going I'm about to drop him off at my boss’s house while I run some errands out of town .”

What kind of boss watched their employee’s kids? You didn’t know it you were relieved or bummed that he couldn’t stay.

“Ohh, dad let’s stay with y/n pleaseeee,” Megumi whined.

“No bud we gotta go,” Toji replied firmly.

“But Shiu’s house is so BORING, UGH” he groans.

“Ugh,” toji mocks. “You’re not even a teenager and already giving me such attitude.”

You can’t help but laugh at the back and forth, how similar the two were, how good of a father Toji seems to be….what a dilf.

“Blah blah blah,” Megumi teases, causing you to laugh harder.

“For real, Megs we gotta go. It won’t be for long. I promise.” Toji says.

Megumi starts groaning, “But I wanna stay with y/n.”

“Im sure y/n has things to do.”

Megumi curls his little arms around yours, clinging to you.

“I don’t mind,” you suggest. “He can stay.”

“YAY!” Megumi cheers.

“Y/N you don’t have to. I don’t want you to think I came over here just to drop him off on you,” toji stammers, clearly thrown off by your offer.

You shrug. “I don’t have anything else to do. I’ve babysat before. As long as you trust me with him.”

“Well,” toji sighs, running his hand through his messy hair. “AS long as you ok with it. I won’t be back til after dark.”

“Thats fine,” you assure.

Toji stalks up the porch steps, squatting in front of Megumi on the seat beside you. “Listen you, little man. Behave for y/n. I mean it. Do what she tells you to do.”

“Ugh ok dad,” megumi rolls his eyes.

“Again with the bratty attitude,” Toji sighs standing up before leaning forward, bracing one hand on the back of the seat by your face to kiss his son’s forehead. “Love you.”

You swallow at the closeness, his scent dancing around you. Pure male a hint of aftershave. He reaches into his pocket, handing you a set of keys.

“Here’s the house keys. It’ll be after his dinner before I get back and I doubt you have the right kinda dinosaur chicken nuggets for him to eat.” Toji laughs. “His bedtime is 9, but nothing strict.”

“OK,” you say. “Uhm what’s your number in case I need to contact you.”

“Ha, so this how I get your number, huh? My son. Jeez, he’s got more game than me.” he shakes his head, getting his phone out and swapping numbers with you.

“I’ll text when I’m on my way back. Thanks for this,” he says as he makes his way off the porch towards his car parked on the side of the street.

“Bye daddy!” megumi wave.

You both watch as he speeds away.

“So what do you wanna do megs,” you ask.

“Let's have fun!!!” he shouts.

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ateriblewriter · 1 year

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I’m Here (t.z)

a/n: i’m having big feelings tonight. and yeah. im really sorry for this. most of this is under a read more for a reason that will become very clear. please be careful. It might not be for you. im sorry.

TRIGGERS: self harm, self worth, hinting at other things (if you or anyone ever needs help please do reach out)

enjoy?

You woke up to the phone ringing, the paper you had gotten for your report sat on the table in front of you blank. When did you fall asleep? You don’t remember doing that. You needed to keep up on your work, you couldn’t let yourself fall anymore behind than you already were.

Your phone going through its ringing cycle broke you out of your trance once again. You had a feeling you knew who it was. Trevor had started to call you a couple times a day once you stopped showing up at the usual hangout spot. You ignored every single phone call. Maybe if you ignored him, he would forget about you. Like he should. You were not a good person.

You felt terrible about doing that. You couldn’t let him know what the problem was. You didn’t want to be the monster that wiped the smile off his face. It would have killed you even more to see that happen and be the one to have done that. No, it was better to ignore the problem and leave him be.

Half an hour after the phone rang there was a sharp knock at the door. You could only imagine who it was. He shouldn’t be here.

“Open up Y/N.” Trevor knocked frantically. “Come one. I know you’re home. Just come to the door. Please.”

“Go away, Z .” You quietly mumbled walking up to the door. You knew you were a bother to him, just a worthless bother. A monster some would say.

“If I go away, I’m only going to come back with reinforcements and I don’t think you want them knocking at your door.” He was right. You didn’t want Jamie or any of the others tearing down the gateway to your home. It would be too much for you and you knew you would do something even more drastic than you already have.

You rolled down the sleeves of your sweater to cover the fresh scars that adorned your wrists. You didn’t want him to see the extent of your punishments. You needed everything to seem like it was fine. Maybe then he could go back to not checking in on you. Taking a deep breath you opened the door.

“Fuck.” The way you looked worried Trevor. He knew your inner demons could sometimes come out to haunt you over the little imperfections you made in life. He wasn’t expecting this. You had changed, and it scared the shit out of him. Gone was your beautiful smile and bright eyes, only to be replaced with pale tear stained cheeks, dark rings around your eyes, and an unkept mop of hair that looked nowhere near its usual lush perfection. It frightened him seeing how dead inside you looked.

The unease in his voice hit you. You were making him feel like that. That was the monster in you. Something you couldn’t contain. You couldn’t stand to see him anymore. You fucked everything up by being yourself, your stupid worthless self.

“What happened?” You just stared at him. Your voice failed you at that moment. You wanted to tell him to go away and leave you alone. But the words weren’t there. “Y/N. Please talk to me.” he pleaded urgently.

“You shouldn’t be here Z. I’m not worth it.” Tears started to slide down your face. He couldn’t be here. He needed to leave. Now.

“Y/N don’t say that. Please don’t ever say that.”

You didn’t answer as the door swung open and his hand reached for your wrist. You tried not to wince at the contact. Trevor noticed this. Shoving the sleeve of your sweater up, he saw them. The marks you had made.

“What have you done?” He mumbled panic and fear making their way to his face and voice. That hurt even more. You did that. How could you do that? Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. You slumped to the ground into a sobbing ball.

“Hey. No no no no. It’s okay. shh. It's okay. It’ll be alright” he sunk to the ground and held you in his arms. “I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Leave me.” You murmured quietly. “Please just let me go. Leave me be. I’m not worth the pain. I’m a horrendous monster that doesn’t deserve to be here.”

Trevor didn’t know what to say. This time his words failed him. He just wants you to be okay. He needed you to be okay. But all he could do was sit there and hold onto you as you told him what a waste of space you were.

Once again really sorry. I was feeling some big feelings.

Please let me know what y’all think. Let me know your thoughts, comments, and complaints!

Please vote if you want this story to possibly continue and how

#trevor zegras #trevor zegras x reader #trevor zegras imagine #nhl imagine #nhl fanfiction #nhl imagine #nhl blurb #trevor zegras blurb #im really sorry

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cupidjyu · 1 year

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a bit too shy pt 2

(hyung line) when you're shy and don't give affection easily !!

genre: kisses, hugging, shy reader, flirty and in-love boyz, guitar-player jacob notes: i am back :) im still tired but eventually, i will get there...😣💞 word count: 1.1k

sangyeon

your boyfriend had gotten home after a few days of being away for work. you missed him dearly and felt hopeless being all alone. even though he video-called every night, you so badly missed the sight of him right in front of you, his charming and sweet smile beaming at you.

you already knew that he was home currently. just before, you had greeted him happily. he even swooped in, pressing a long kiss to your lips, making you giggle, your face growing hot all over.

now, he was sitting on the couch, using his computer. you stood near the kitchen counter, currently trying to work up the courage to hug him. you not only missed seeing him, but you also missed his touch. and look, you were planning to before! but you chickened out last minute.

so, with a deep breath, you approached him. he looked at you and he could immediately tell that you wanted something.

he smiled, almost encouragingly. you simply stood there, fidgeting nervously.

“sangyeon,” you mumbled.

“hm?” he hummed, smiling at you sweetly, his eyes turning into crescents.

you cringed slightly, feeling your cheeks flush, “can i…?

and he gazed at you endearingly, finding you incredibly cute. he nodded without a reply, opening his arms as if he could read your mind. you let out a quiet breath of relief.

you were now sitting next to him. slowly but surely, you hugged him, wrapping your arms around his torso and then hiding your face in his shoulder, feeling shy all over again.

“this is nice,” he spoke into the silence as he smiled giddily to himself. he felt like his heart was soaring.

“i agree,” you mumbled, snuggling closer.

“you don’t have to ask, you know?” he replied.

“i’m not the best at these things,” you pulled away, pouting.

he winked before pecking your cheek softly, “then allow me to teach you.”

jacob

“want to watch me play?”

jacob had once come up to you, asking you this question. you were always curious about how well he played guitar since he always talked about practicing and making songs. he just never showed you until he was ready.

“really?” you looked at him excitedly. he nodded with a wide smile.

the next day, he led you into his room as he sat on the bed, holding the guitar in one hand. he beckoned you to sit next to him and watch. and so you did, in awe, as he began to play, his pretty hands handling the strings gracefully.

and what surprised you even more, was that he started singing.

he was smiling while singing the most romantic words, to the point you even felt your face start to grow warm. what if he was singing about you…?

when he was done, he set the guitar down and glanced at you.

“so?” he laughed, bashfully. “what do you think?”

“that was amazing,” you replied in honesty. “you should have shown me earlier!” he simply giggled.

“i was thinking about you while singing,” he teased, smirking slightly. you felt yourself blush as you rushed to shove him away with a huff. “hey, don’t be like that…” he glared playfully. he leaned in closer, peering up at you through his eyelashes. “don’t you think i deserve a kiss as a reward?”

you eyed him, “for what?”

he shrugged. you gulped. and quickly, you leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to his lips.

“you did great jacob,” you muttered. he scrunched his nose, smiling fondly at you.

“thank you, my dear.”

“no pet names.”

“you love them.”

younghoon

younghoon has a strange addiction to watching cute baby animal videos. you’ve discovered that a while ago, but never really said much about it. one day, you decided to watch with him as the two of you were relaxing on a bench at the park.

one of the clips was of two adorable bunnies, cuddling together. younghoon immediately cooed, turning the screen so you can see clearer. you smiled, watching.

and much to your surprise, the bunnies simultaneously turned their heads. they kissed!

he gasped, making even more incoherent noises. “this is so cute,” he pouted, his cheeks puffing out as he turned to you.

you shrugged, merely finding him funny. “it’s okay.”

“hm…” he thought for a second. and visibly, an idea popped up in his head. he quickly faced you with an excited expression.

“should we recreate it?”

you sputtered, your ears turning red, “wh-what? i never said-”

“aw but,” he pulled off his best puppy dog expression. you paused.. and then you groaned. curse him and his wide eyes.

“i guess so… but just this once,” you warned him. he nodded eagerly, waiting patiently. you fidgeted anxiously before finally, you closed your eyes and kissed him. he quickly pulled you closer, making you feel fireworks go off in your stomach. when he distanced himself, he smiled.

“you should do that more.”

“i’m trying…”

“then recreate every cute animal video with me,” he proposed. “please?”

“on second thought, maybe i shouldn’t try anymore,” you got up to start walking away from him, jokingly.

“hey! you said-” he whined. “y/n! please!”

hyunjae

you quietly cheered to yourself as you closed the lid of the lunchbox that you had prepared for your boyfriend. it was early in the morning, the both of you incredibly exhausted, but you so badly wanted to prepare food for him before he left for work.

you saw him walk in and he looked very charming, all dressed up. he turned to you, tilting his head with a cute smile.

“what’s this?”

“ah-” you handed it to him. “i made it for you…”

he was speechless, his eyes wandering over the small box. “oh.”

“is it bad?” you panicked. “i could try again next ti-”

“no, no,” he shook his head. he looked at you with a tender smile. “thank you so much.”

you shyly smiled, batting him away. you then followed him to the door to wave him goodbye. but just before he stepped out of the apartment, he quickly turned back around to face you, raising an eyebrow.

“aren’t you forgetting something?”

you widened your eyes.

“no?” you tipped your head slightly. “did i?”

and then he tapped his cheek, staring at you expectedly. you sighed, glaring at him.

“so… im waiting…” he pouted. you huffed before hesitantly pressing your lips to his cheek. he smiled dearly, his eyes lighting up. “amazing,” he stated. “see you tonight! and next time, on the lips?” he giggled, puckering his lips before walking out the door.

you laughed fondly, watching him go, your heart still beating a mile a minute.

“don’t skip down the hallway, hyunjae.”

“nope, i love you too much,” he called back.

#the boyz fluff #the boyz reactions #the boyz imagines #tbz fluff #tbz imagines #the boyz x reader #imagines 💞

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thedazzlesun · 3 months

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Eda x Fem!Reader (Black Lagoon) 18+

Warnings!!: Some degradation, Strap-on, Swearing, Overall very very spicy

Word Count: 1350+

Her finger pushes on the switch, putting it up a level. She lets out a whistle of enjoyment when you fill your mouth with the toy. Almost as if the strap was actually a part of her.

“That’s it, take it all.”

Little tears of frustration and overwhelmed senses prick the corners of your eyes. She tied your hands, and won’t let them anywhere near the vibrator inside of you.

How… how did it come to this?

You take the toy all the way. Your throat throbs in discomfort; the thing is so big.

“Oh, ho! Good slut~ Ah, fuck.”

Eda pushes your hair back, muttering praises and swears under her breath.

She starts slowly rocking her hips back against your mouth.

She’s reacting to every little movement of your tongue, every pulse of your throat. You know she’s had more than her fair share of sex, but you swear she’s reacting like the fake dick is attached to her.

“F-Fuck… Your throat is so goddamn tight…”

Her hands twitch at her side, desperately wanting to grab onto your head. But she’s much stronger than she realizes, and the whole thing is already in your mouth and she doesn’t want to accidentally hurt you by pushing it any deeper than you can take.

You were already doing so good.

Eda lets out a soft sigh and taps the edge of the switch. She turns it down after a few more soft thrusts of her hips. You’re already doing so good, she says. And she knows how sensitive you are, she can’t keep the vibrator too high or else you’d cum too soon.

She pats your cheek.

“I-I’m going to pull out.”

Your voice tries to form a ‘thank you’, but with the giant cock in your mouth and your voice already hoarse all that comes out is a small moan of gratitude.

She pulls out slowly. Spit and drool is all over it and on the corners of your mouth, and some drops fall onto the floor.

You pant and blink rapidly, trying to keep your mind from blanking.

Think. Keep thinking. What happened today?

She leans down and messily drags her fingers over your mouth and lips, saliva getting on her hands and your face. Her nails were done a few hours ago.

That’s right. I had today off, and I stopped by the Church to check on an order. Eda wasn’t busy, either, so she asked me if I wanted to get my nails done with her…

She kisses you. Her lips have more than a few coats of gloss. So much that it almost feels like she used lubricant. Your mind goes blank in the moment when her tongue touches your bottom lip.

Your hands struggle in their hold, wanting so bad to touch her.

“Aww. You’re so cute when you’re a needy fucking mess.”

She puts two fingers in your mouth and probes around.

“That wasn’t too big, was it?” She shoves her fingers deep enough to test your gag reflex. When you cough, she takes her fingers out. And then she starts to take the strap off. You’re left coughing, the drool not helping as you inhale it desperately trying to get air.

Almost as a tease, Eda takes a sip of water from the table. She waits for you to gain composure.

“B-Bitch,” you cough out. “A-At least… give… wa…ter…”

She raises an eyebrow.

“What, this? Come on, if choking on your own spit would kill you, you sure as hell wouldn’t have survived a day in this city.”

And she continues standing over you drinking water. And you continue choking.

After a solid minute you feel like you’re going to pass out, but you finally gain air flow. Desperate, you take big gulps of air.

“Hey, hey.” Eda squats down and takes your face in her hand. “Calm down, I don’t want ya choking on air now.”

She takes another sip of water before pouring the rest down your throat.

Thankfully there wasn’t much, or you would’ve choked all over again.

A few more breaths and you were stable again.

“Fuck you…” You mutter.

Eda smirks and pushes the switch on the vibrator up two levels. You cry out in the sudden pleasure.

“Get used to it, slut. We’re going to be here a while.”

She takes off her small shirt and shorts. She’s not wearing a bra or underwear. The sound of her heels circles you until she’s behind you. Her leg pushes between yours, making you sit up on your knees.

She lets out a cheeky hum when she sees the pool of liquid beneath you.

“Swear at me all you like, I can tell you like this. Otherwise you wouldn’t have begged me to fuck your sweet little pussy today.”

Your face heats up. Did you really beg her? Maybe you did…

You swallow, closing your eyes and recounting today’s events.

After the nail salon she took me to get some food. She didn’t wait for the nails to dry so all we could get was ramen.

Remembering all the few times you’ve met with Eda, she always had a calm but dangerous demeanor about her. Sure, she was always in your personal space and flirting, but she didn’t let it get in the way of business. That’s how you always managed to escape her advances.

But today we were both off. I didn’t have a reason to deny her.

When she pulled in, face mere centimeters from yours, so close her hair was ticking your face, you didn’t want to deny her. Her skin always seemed so soft. Her eyes so unreadable. Her clothes so revealing. You wanted nothing more than to run your hands over her and let her take you in devious bliss.

She was sweet and gentle when she kissed you. Her kisses still were, but her actions were all filthy and rough.

You're caught out of reminiscing when Eda’s hand slaps your ass. It stings, but it’s quickly lost in the hard vibrations going through your body.

“Slut~” Eda calls playfully. “Are ya listening, whore? I asked if you were still hungry. I know I am~”

“Eda, for fuck’s sake, how long are you going to toy with me?”

You hear a breathy smile. Your head is yanked back when she pulls on your hair.

“Did you already forget what you said? You asked me to treat you like a slutty fuck toy. Begged me to fuck you as hard ‘nd soft as I wanted, because you couldn’t find anyone else to satisfy you.”

She walks back in front of you, pulling you up.

You whimper quietly. Her words stoked your memory, making you blush.

You did beg her.

Her kiss turned you on, and you were so horny you hadn’t even realized what you were asking her for.

Eda clicks her tongue and tilts her head to the side.

“Consider yourself lucky that you get to be worshiped by me. Did you think you were so filthy, so fuckin’ dirty that only a woman of God could fuck your sin away? Oh, don’t look at me like that..”

The domination in her eyes turned almost to pity. You looked so cute all bare and needy for her, she couldn’t help wanting to cover you in affection. She lets go of you with a sigh.

“Eda, please.”

You didn’t know what you were begging for this time, but she smiles and understands anyway.

“Yeah, yeah, I know. Poor thing, must be hard to focus with this thing shakin’ your walls.”

She clicks the vibrator off and pulls it out of you. Her hand brushes tears out of the corners of your eyes. She brings her mouth to your ear, and whispers all the things she’s going to do tonight. How she’s going to eat you out until you’re dry, and fuck you until your voice can’t scream at her to stop. And all the wicked things in between.

She kisses your cheek when a new layer of blush has you looking away.

“Come on, slut,” she teases. “Show me how long you can last.”

#black lagoon #black lagoon anime #black lagoon x reader #eda #edith blackwater #eda black lagoon #unholy

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plscallmeeren · 1 year

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H A T E S E X

Hermione J. Granger x Male Reader

Request: nope and it worries me

Summary: Hermione kisses Ron (and cheats on you) to make you jealous and she has it coming... this is filthy shit it's kinda a drabble I originally wrote for kinktober on here so that explains it ig

Warnings: swearing; top!reader; bottom!Hermione; fingering (her receiving); degradation; vip; mentions of cheating; unprotected sex; tiny bit of bondage; yelling, fighting

Word Count: 1.2K+

Prompts used: Hate / Angry Sex | Degradation

"It's not my fault you're so fucking proud!"

"What, so you just thought 'hey! Why not kiss another guy right in front of me'? What the hell is wrong with you?"

"No, what's wrong with you! Since I became a hero after the war, everyone is pining over me. Everyone! You hear me?"

"Oh, you're so arrogant," you scoffed, shaking your head.

"Well, maybe I am! But I chose you. You out of everyone else I could've had. So why won't you even have sex with me? It's been over a month!"

"Are you seriously trying to guilt-trip me right now?"

She didn't answer. You stood across from each other, panting slightly, glaring, the door to your shared dorm room locked and sound-proofed so that no one would overhear your heated debate.

"Fine. I'm not good enough for you, obviously. So... I guess you'll have to grace someone else with your presence. Maybe even Ronald Weasley." The oncoming silence was deadly calm, and you heard her every breath, maybe even her heartbeat.

You headed to the door - heavy steps - falling like boulders just to make sure she realised how badly she had fucked up.

And she knew it. You could see it in her every weary glance towards your heading, every nervous twitch, every licking of her moist lips.

Presently, she jumped ahead of you, looking up with defiance in her eyes.

"Get out of my way," you growled, but not making any gesture to use force.

"No."

"Hermione." She shivered at the low rasp of her name - cold and dangerous.

"Make me."

You crashed your lips down to hers at the common phrase, gripping the sides of her face to hold her steady as she was pressed against the door.

You eventually let go of her, saw her yearn for more, realise you had led her away from your exit plan. Just as you were about to open it and quickly escape, she grabbed ahold of your tie, which spun around, tightening around your neck.

"What, you're gonna choke me now? Hide the evidence that someone dumped you?"

"Maybe. If you're not careful."

You slowly turned around, gaze like fire on Hermione's pale skin. She trembled but hardly noticed.

In one swift movement the tie was pulled over your head and you had an iron grip on her wrists, pressing her front into your own as you tied them with said tie. She gazed up at you with a strange sort of admiration.

"I'm leaving. I'm gonna talk to McGonnagle. I won't be coming back."

She cried out a pathetic 'no, please don't', and for some reason that had you dead in your tracks at the open door.

"Why shouldn't I, darling?"

"Because I love you."

"No, you don't."

"I do. Please. Just... one more time to convince you? Maybe you've forgotten how good I am...?"

You turned again, and noticed with a pang of despair that you had turned too often already. Yet it was dull and buried near the back of your mind and you couldn't find it in you to care.

"Yeah? You always wanted me to be rougher, right?" You approached her, looking down at her as you shoved her harshly down onto the bed. Her lips parted and her eyes were dark. You scoffed. "Well, slut... that won't be a problem no more."

She whimpered delightfully and next thing you knew you were on top of her, ravaging her with your lips in a frenzied manner you never had before. Her back arched as she writhed at your open-mouthed antics, panting heavily as you ripped off one article of clothing and another, holding no regard for the clothes you might have damaged.

You spread her legs roughly once you had rid her of tights and skirt and panties, wasting no time on romantics. She squirmed even more when you pushed four fingers into her cunt - no time to retaliate, no time to adjust - more fingers than ever before.

She whined pathetically, moan after moan slurring from her pretty little mouth pornographically at the painful pleasure you were dealing her pussy while you bit and sucked at her tits in a primitive fashion. Your thumb rubbed over her clit in quick circles as your other hand groped her left breast with little regard for the pressure it was practicing.

You came up for air, placing your knees on her thighs so she would stop writhing to a point where it was hard for your digits to pound into her. "Is this what you wanted, bitch? This what your little cunt was so needy for that it went and fucked Weasley? Well, this is what you get for letting another guy fuck you. You'll never get these fingers again, so cherish them."

Hermione was practically screaming, a never-ending wail of ecstasy pooling at her lips while her eyes watered, only interrupted by the occasional 'please, daddy' or 'it's all for you, baby'.

Her hair was tangled, mascara smudged from the odd tear, lips wide open, back arched, legs shaking, inner thighs slick with her own pre-cum.

"I'm gonna cum inside you, sweetheart," you purred, leaning down to her ear, "and I'm not gonna let you get pregnant, because you don't deserve my baby."

She whined loudly, clenching her walks around your fingers. You loved the difference between you and her. Hermione, entirely naked, vulnerable, powerless, while you still stood fully clothed and relatively well-kept apart from the missing tie and dripping fingers currently stretching the inside of a woman's cunt.

With one final guttural moan, she came around you just as you pulled out your dick and replaced your fingers with it, stretching her even wider at her climax. You fulfilled your promise, not leaving her pussy as you both panted heavily.

"Will you please stay? That was amazing," she whispered, almost out of breath.

"You don't deserve it. I'll be here in an hour or two with the potion equivalent of the morning-after pill and maybe, if you're lucky, I'll fuck you again. But that won't mean you deserve a second of it, love."

You finally pulled out of her, sticking your fingers into her mouth for a second to let her lick you clean before pulling up the zip of your pants and walking out the door.

She struggled against the tie still bound around her wrists. You had never left her after sex without looking after her extensively. You certainly would never have left her in this uncomfortable position for an unknown amount of time.

But Hermione found she didn't particularly mind waiting an hour or so here to see if you would return and make her cum again.

No, not at all.

#fanfic #fanfiction #new chapter #romance #harry potter #hermione granger #hermione x reader #male reader #smut #harry potter smut #harry potter fanfiction #degradative #angry smut #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry

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kxhbee · 2 years

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Love From you

Part One

~ Rowan Laslow x Reader

~ Friends to lovers

~ Fluff, light angst

~ 1,222 words

~ Not my best work

Key:

~ Y/N: YOUR NAME

~ Y/L/N: YOUR LAST NAME

~ A/N: AUTHORS NOTE

You’ve always prided yourself in how much effort you put into school. After your expulsion at your Normie school you swore to yourself that you would never again be in a situation like that. Seeing the disappointment on your father’s face was enough to convince you that school was worth it. If you’re unmotivated, at least do it for him. Although of course it’s impossible for an outcast to fit in at a Normie school. Especially when said outcast has uncontrollable powers that even the Nevermore principal couldn’t place when you put in a transfer application.

That’s probably why you sent the person you were fencing against flying.

Their body thuds onto the floor loudly, making you pull back in shock.

“Oh shit! Hey, are you alright?” You run to help them up, putting one hand out to lift them and the other to pull off your mask. Your hair sticks to your skin that’s coated in sweat, and you have to stop yourself from gagging. God I need a shower.

The person on the floor takes their mask off too and looks up at you, locking eyes.

Your breath catches as you recognise them— their short hair sitting messily on their head, unlike their usual neat appearance, beautiful, clear eyes that you can’t quite tell the colour of at this distance, and a mole sitting right under one eye.

It’s Rowan Laslow. The guy who sits in the row next to you in almost every class this semester that you haven’t gotten the courage to talk to.

Yet here you are, standing in front of him as he sits on the floor of the fencing arena because you threw him across the mat with your powers that you can’t control yet. Not how the first meeting should’ve gone.

You notice his cheeks flush with embarrassment as he gingerly takes your hand. You help him up to his feet, his eyes avoiding yours.

“Thank you…” He mutters.

“Alright, Laslow, you’ve got one more match before you can go.” The fencing coach calls from the bench. “You can fence Bianca.”

Rowan looks up at you then down to his feet, walking away to go stand near Bianca.

“Y/L/N.” You tear your eyes away from Rowan, who was taking a few puffs from his inhaler while Bianca talks to Yoko, seemingly annoyed at the coach’s choice of opponent.

“Yes, sir?”

“How many matches have you done so far?”

“I’ve done three, sir.”

“Alright. You can stay and watch or you can go. And drop the ‘sir’. Just call me coach.”

“Okay coach…”

You forgot how many stairs are in this place. Way too many, and you’re already sweaty enough.

You’ve changed out of your fencing uniform, having folded it neatly into your backpack for you to wash. You’re back in the Nevermore uniform that’s surprisingly comfortable, but now also soaked in the heavy rain that hammers the windows.

“Hey! Y/N!” You turn your head and see Enid Sinclair running towards you, a towel in her hands.

“Hey, E. What’s wrong?”

She shoves the towel onto your head and starts aggressively drying your hair. Water drops flick all over the floor and you can feel yourself getting dizzy.

“Wow. Okay, thanks?” She moves the towel from your head to around your shoulders, taking your bag off your back as she does so.

“Okay… what’s this about?”

“The Poe Cup, obviously. You can’t afford to catch a cold when it’s this close.” She stops drying your body and locks eye contact. Something about the stare is electrifying. It’s scary. Not how she normally stares. “You are still racing on my team, right?”

“Course I am, E. I can’t let you down like that.”

She lets out a breath, relieved.

“Good. We have to win this year. I’m so sick of seeing Bianca win every year.”

She’s finished drying me now, and she did it surprisingly quickly. We start walking again, Enid holding her hands behind her back, skipping slightly.

“Where are you off to?” She asks, hair bouncing as she turns her head to face me.

“Nurse. Gotta pick something up.”

“Do you want me to wait for you? We could hang out, maybe watch a movie or.. oh!” You watch in amusement as her entire face lights up with her million dollar idea. “We should totally have a dance party!! And eat candy!! Yes! This will be so. much. fun.”

“Okay, yeah! That sounds fun!”

“Great! I’ll go see what snacks I can get!” She smiles brightly at you then skips away quickly, leaving your bag on the floor next to you. You swing it back onto your bag and keep walking.

Nevermore really is a beautiful place. Once you look past the average American school setting, it truely is beautiful.

After some more walking you finally reach the Nurse’s office. Why the office has to literally be on the other side of the fencing room is a mystery to you. Doesn’t seem practical.

You’re about to push the door open when you hear muffled voices inside.

“You’re Wednesday, right?”

Wednesday? Isn’t she that new girl who lives in black-and-white?

There’s some awkward stammering then the person talking to Wednesday speaks again.

“Rowan. I know how you feel.”

Rowan?

“I highly guarantee that you don’t.”

Yeesh. Bit cold but okay.

“My mother promised me I’d finally fit in somewhere.” He takes a breath in before continuing. “I never thought it was possible to be an outcast in a school full of outcasts.”

I shouldn’t be listening to this. This seems private… but why is he sharing it with the girl who’s been here for less than a day?

“But looks like you’re gonna give me a run for my money.”

Smooth, Rowan. Smooth way to make fun of her. Very nice. I’m proud.

“Uh… sorry… about the… nick.”

Damn what happened after I left?

“No good deed goes unpunished.”

Footsteps. You hear the door start to open but you’re not fast enough.

“Ow! Shit!” You hold onto your head where the door slammed onto you. “Fuck. That hurt.”

Wednesday looks at you, showing no sign of apologising.

“Why are you standing in the doorway?”

That’s an odd way to say “i’m so sorry, are you okay?”

“I just need to pick something up… why do you open doors so aggressively?!”

“Maybe your head is just soft.”

Did she just call me weak? Damn it my head hurts and I hate everything about this but holy shit shes cool.

“Normally people just say sorry and be done with it.” You let go of your head. “Doesn’t hurt anymore anyway.”

“Good. You’ve stopped being dramatic.”

She goes to walk past you but you stop her.

“Wednesday. You’re Enid’s roommate, right?” She turns to you and you can see the confusion of you knowing her name in her face.

“E is my best friend. I get that she can be a bit eccentric but she really does mean well. I hope you don’t shut her out.”

Wednesday looks down, almost as if she’s taking in the information.

“I don’t have time for most people. But your suggestion has been noted.” And with that she walked away.

You can see inside the room now, and sitting on a chair facing the doorway is-

“Hi.” He waves awkwardly.

“Oh! Hey.”

A/N:

Hi! This is my first fanfic so please bear with me 🫡 Part Two as already been written, it just needs to be fixed up. My goal is to make this fic “y/n fell first, rowan fell harder.” I hope you enjoyed 😼

#rowan laslow #calum ross #rowan laslow x reader #rowan x reader #friends to lovers #wednesday #rowan laslow fanfic #nevermore #love from you

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