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inlovewithgreta · 7 months

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Week Two: body worship/massage

Oiled Up - Alcina Dimitrescu x Fem!Reader

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Summary: Alcina started feeling needy during her weekly massage session with you.

Other Warnings: praise, eating out, etc…

Word Count: 2k

Taglist: @enchantressb @shslbunnylover @aemilia @bellatrixsbrat @finnja555

Translations:

*draga mea: my darling

*îngeraș: angel

*zeița mea: my goddess

*eşti frumoasă: you are beautiful

*dragoste: love

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"Mmm, I love how good you are with your hands, draga mea," Alcina admitted as you kneaded at her meaty thigh.

'My darling’, you couldn't help the deep shade of blush that snuck onto your cheeks at her words. She knew exactly how to get you flustered. You had been her personal maid for weeks now, and she could read you like the back of her hand. It was just too easy. You were the only maid whose eyes not once glanced in her direction as she changed at her vanity, blushed each and every time she called you a term of endearment, and treated her body like she was a national treasure each time you gave the woman her weekly massages.

And to you she was exactly that. A treasure. The kind of treasure that deserved to be treated with the best care possible.

"Only the best for you, my lady," you gave the woman a small smile.

"Alcina," she corrected you. "You're the only one who's seen me naked, the least you could do is call me by my first name." She smirked to herself when noticed your blush grow deeper.

"I–" Words were unable to form as your focus from your task wavered. Had you truly been the only one to see her bare form? With the way she was so carefree about undressing in front of you, there was no possible way you could be the only one. But the truth is, you were.

She trusted you. Trusted you with caring for her. Trusted you with treating her the way she had always yearned to be treated. Other maids were scared of her, but you, you never feared her. You adored her. Everything about her was perfect to you, and she could see that admiration in your eyes each and every time you glanced her way.

"You seem surprised..." she noted the shocked look on your face with curiosity.

"No!" you immediately caught onto the subtle change of tone. "You–you're just so...beautiful, and I just thought–"

"Beautiful.." she chuckled to herself. "I wondered when you would admit your attraction to me. That was easier than I thought."

"What?" you returned your gaze back to her, hands still kneading at her soft milky skin.

"Do you think I haven't noticed the way you look at me? And the way you touch me?"

"I'm so sorry if I've made you uncomfortable–" you went to remove your hands but Alcina was quick to grab at your wrist to keep you from moving.

"I find it quite adorable actually. The way you try not to look at or touch my breasts, and avoid making any contact between my legs when you give me my massages. Here I am lying here naked, giving you full access to my body and you go completely red the second you get near my chest or my cunt." She licked her bottom lip with a deeper smirk than before, purposely dragging your palm up her body. "I know you want to feel me. To play with me. And if you truly think I'm beautiful..prove it."

Alcina had wanted you just as much as you did her, and in this moment it all made sense. The little pet names, the smiles she would only give to you, the gentle touches she would give you here and there all finally connected. She had been giving you clear signs since day one. She wanted.. no, she needed more from you.

She let go of your wrist once your body was leaning over hers, and your hand was hovering over her right breast. Your left hand was shaky while the other one had rested along her soft stomach to keep you from falling on top of her.

"Touch me, iubi. All of me." Alcina nodded her head, reassuring you even more than she was okay with you touching more of her than you ever have before.You hand finally falling to her chest, gently gliding across her firm chest, fingers lightly grazing over her hardened nipple that sent shivers down her spine.

"Just like that, draga." She cooed.

You sunk your teeth into your bottom lip when you pinched her nipple and heard a quiet blissful moan from Alcina. Her little noises and praising words helped relax you, making you more comfortable with your actions.

"You're so beautiful, Alcina." You admitted, crawling higher up her body to be face to face with the woman.

The corners of her lips turned upright at your sweet words, easily telling that by the look on your face, you were telling the truth.

"You have the most perfect smile I have ever seen," your fingers trailed along her faint smile lines, "you say you need to look more youthful, but I say you're already perfect in every way...and I do plan on proving it to you, if you'll let me."

Although she had already told you that she wanted you, you still needed to hear her say it again, wanting her to be sure of what she was doing before you started, knowing you were going to get lost in the moment.

"Touch me. Taste me. Do whatever you want to me, draga mea. I am yours. All yours." Her manicured fingers grabbed at your jaw, pulling you impossibly close so her lips could engulf yours in a fiery kiss.

Her lips were full and soft to the touch, and they were exactly how you imagined they would be. Your hands freely played with her nipples, pinching and pulling at the hardened buds to elicit more explicit noises from the woman beneath you. You massaged her breasts as you played with her, not straying from your previous task.

Your lips left hers after your body begged for air, but refused to leave her body as you gave her nose the sweetest of kisses that scrunched ever so slightly at the unexpected gesture.

"Tell me every thought that is going through that pretty head, draga." She stated as she grew curious after the little pecks you gave to her smile lines.

"You have the most beautiful face I have ever laid eyes on. The way your eyes gleam when the light shines on them at just the right angle. Your nose that scrunches every so often. Those smile lines that form when your lips turn upright. You're truly remarkable, Alcina. And that's not all..."

The woman's heart fluttered in her chest at your words. She loathed the aging lines that formed along her face, but your words had her rethinking everything.

"This neck... oh how I've been wanting to leave my mark on it." You mewled, sucking prominently along her pulse point that had the woman sigh in contentment.

She was going to listen to every word that spewed from your mouth. Truly listen to every word, every detail, every syllable that you decided to share with her, knowing you meant every bit of it.

"This chest. Words can't even describe how badly I've been wanting to touch it. To kiss it. To cherish it." You placed kiss after kiss along her large breasts. "The roundness, the fullness, the way they sit perfectly on your chest, with and without support. You're truly a work of art." You admitted, before pulling a pink nipple between your lips.

Alcina's fingers roamed your luscious locks, sweetly combing the hair away from your face so she could keep seeing you and the loving look you held in your eyes. Your oiled covered fingers slid down her elongated torso, leaving Alcina squirming beneath you once you reached the faintly ticklish spot just above her hips.

After kissing your way across her chest, instead of swirling your tongue around her other nipple, you decided to focus on the widespread veins that were prominently shown around her racing heart while your hands kneaded at her outer thighs.

“Your heart.. The same heart you say is the home of a monster, but I think otherwise. This is the heart that saved me. The heart that gave me a home. The same heart that is beating in sync with my own as I kiss along every possible inch of you. You’re a Goddess, Alcina… Zeița mea.”

You placed numerous kisses down her torso, past her navel, and across her hip bones that protrude ever so faintly from her body. “These hips.. I’ve admired their shape. The perfect curvature of your body is truly remarkable. I can’t help but bask in your beauty.” You nipped at her flesh, forcing an audible moan past Alcina’s crimson colored lips.

Deft fingers fell to her inner thighs, spreading her wide-open for you to nuzzle between her legs. “Don’t even get me started on your thighs, ‘Cina. All I’ve ever thought about was how much I’ve longed to be between them. For them to squeeze around me as I pleasure you with my tongue.” You licked a small trail up her thick thigh towards her glistening center.

“Keep going, draga.” Alcina encouraged you with a soft smile and an eager tug to your now messy locks.

“Eşti frumoasă” You whispered, just loud enough for her to hear. Your hot breath in contrast to her cold, wet cunt had her bite down on her bottom lip as she shivered in anticipation.

Your eyes glanced up as you flattened your tongue along her folds, Alcina’s face was barely noticeable behind her large breasts. Eyes darted to her hardened nipples, and you couldn’t help the moan that fell past your lips at not only the view in front of you, but the first tangy taste of her along your tongue.

Alcina was quiet, and you worried you weren’t pleasing her, but the hand behind your head pushing you harder against her aching cunt was more than enough to reassure you.

You held a firm grip to her thighs, keeping her legs spread as your tongue swirled around Alcina’s swollen, sensitive clit.

“You taste so fucking good,” you moaned.

You took your time with her, alternating between flicking and sucking her throbbing clit until you found the movements that forced an audible moan from her.

Her grip in your hair tightened as you built her up, keeping your focus entirely on her clit. Lewd noises filled the room as you ate her out, occasionally slurping her cunt.

Alcina was panting, feeling herself falling closer and closer to the edge. Her heart was racing, the same heart she had told you from the start that beated for nobody. But here it was, running wild all for you.

“Draga mea, don’t stop— please don’t stop…”

The sound of her begging, something the woman never did, had you rubbing your thighs together. You had her right where you wanted her.

Her walls were crumbling down to the point where she could let herself go. Her usual stoic and confident demeaned going down the drain, and instead being replaced with vulnerability and neediness.

“I’m so close,” she breathed out. “I’m going to come, draga! Don’t stop, don’t stop…” Her thighs threatened to close around you, and you let them. Meaty thighs wrapped around your head, keeping you tightly between her legs. Your air was restricted, but you didn’t let that stop you. Your pace was rapid, rough, and Alcina couldn’t help the expletives that flew from her mouth.

“Let go, zeița mea. Come for me.” Your tongue swirled tightly around her clit, ensuring to put pressure on her sensitive bud to completely unravel her.

Her long back arched from the bed, large veiny breasts lifting high in the air as Alcina came with a loud sinful, toe curling moan. You kept with your movements as you could feel your own wetness drip down your thighs, allowing Alcina to feel euphoric for as long as possible.

You sucked and slurped at her tangy cunt, licking up every last drop of her orgasm. Her thighs shook as they let go of your head, allowing you more access to air. “Okay, okay, dragoste.” She whimpered, pulling you gently up by your hair. You licked your lips with a pleased hum, and Alcina couldn’t stop herself from pulling you straight up to her to engulf you in a needy kiss.

She let out her own pleased moan as she tasted herself along your tongue while her lipstick smudged and colored your own lips in a deep crimson.

“Well, did I prove it, zeița mea?” you smiled against her lips.

Alcina couldn’t help but chuckle at your words, and she knew she had to admit her first defeat.

You cupped her flushed cheeks while bright golden eyes gazed at you longingly. You squeezed her cheeks ever so slightly as you gave the tip of her nose a gentle peck, forcing her skin to scrunch at the contact.

“Eşti frumoasă, Alcina.. The most beautiful being I have ever laid eyes on, I will say it again and again, and prove it to you as many times as I have to until you believe it yourself.” You admitted with a kind smile. “Zeița mea, my Alcina, I will worship you until the end of time.”

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leafyaa · 27 days

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The Time He Lied

"Kuni.. Are you okay?" You asked as you noticed his distant face. He had been like this for the last few days, just suddenly!

He looked tired too as you could see eyebags forming under his eyelids. He sometimes dozed off during lunch time, leaning against your shoulder as you looked worryingly at him.

"I'm.. Fine.. Don't worry about it." He spoke, it was clear he wasn't being truthful to you and you weren't going to let it slide. He was your boyfriend after all and you were supposed to care for him like a real girlfriend!

You pulled him closer towards you, locking him into your arms and burying your face into his neck.

"I know you aren't telling the truth. You can't just say you're fine while looking like this.. I know you've been feeling bad the last couple of weeks but you look worse now.. I'm worried.." You spoke softly, you almost wanted to cry. You weren't enough to console him. He needed his mom. But his mom was unavailable. She was still mourning Shogun's death.

And you too. Not as much as Kuni's mom or Kuni himself but still you thought about it every night. About how you couldn't see the signs.. How you were not being a good enough friend to her.. How you couldn't safe her..

Those thoughts of your dear friend made you cry.. Kunikuzushi felt your tears staining his skin and he turned around, removing the arms from his body.

It was time for him to comfort you and he pulled you onto his chest and laid back on his bed.

"Don't cry N/n.. I don't want you to cry.." He spoke softly and rubbed circles on your back.

"S-sorry.. I'm s-sorry.." You cried out. You felt extremely guilty. You failed your friend. You were failing your boyfriend..

"I meant it earlier. I'm really fine. I was pulling a couple of all-nighters.. That's all." He lied. But you didn't know that. He sounded so sincere, tricking you into believing he was just exhausted from studying and insufficient sleep.

When in reality the last couple of nights he snuck out to a hidden Fatui lab that was established a couple of years ago..

All night long a particular doctor tested his concoctions on his body, mixing and matching until he got his desirable result.

He still had bandages wrapped around his torso but well hidden for no one to suspect.

Not even you. He didn't want you to see that side of him. So he lied. The first time he lied to you.

Did he like lying to you? Of course not! He hated it, he despised lying to you but he couldn't involve you.

So this was the start of multiple lies.. Lies that made him shelter himself from everyone little by little...

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Notes:

First Memory Bubble!! This is set in 2046 as I've put on too of the chapter so that was back when Y/n was 15 and Kunikuzushi was 16. If you have any questions feel free to ask and maybe I can answer them (depending on if I have to reveal more than I want to).

Summary:

You've dated Scaramouche in your high school and college years but just as you wanted to announce your pregnancy to him he broke up with you without any reason. He left you to be a single mom for 7 years. But now that your daughter has been missing and abducted for a year and you've not been doing well and out of a sudden he showed up into your life again trying to apologize for his past mistakes..?

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theonemeathead · 1 month

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Sniper x Reader, "Say My Name"

[NSFW!!] im soooo normal about sniper from tf2. ive actually had this fic sitting around for a while, just keep forgetting to post it!

tws for the use of the word 'sheila', implied fem reader. enjoy!

You had no idea how it had gotten to this point. One moment you were laughing, cutting up with everyone over a game of cards, next thing, you were in a full-blown heated argument with your lover. Hardly, did you and Sniper ever truly argue, and when you did, it was normally you fussing at him, and him, sitting there, calm and level-headed, listening. There were a few outlier moments (like all long-term relationships), where things got bad, but never like this.

Now, you were standing in his camper, both of you spatting at each other as it escalated from frustration to a full-on screaming match. And it didn't seem to get any better. Sniper had said something during the game and it set you off for the night; Something about how 'he can see the looks you give the others'. Now, you understood Sniper was possessive, but the way he snapped at you earlier had stuck with you. And the worst part? He didn't even say sorry. You knew it was irrational to be upset, but things had been piling up for days, and this was the breaking point; The final drop of water into a cracking dam of emotions.

"Don't give me that, sheila, I'm not in the mood," He turned his back to you, waving you off with his hand as he marched towards the fridge. It always bothered you when he seemed disinterested in your arguments.

"Oh, you're not in the mood? What about me? What about how I feel?!" You huffed, crossing your arms. You waited for him to respond, slightly trembling with anger as he seemed to dismiss you, inspecting the label of a beer he found instead. "You accuse me of being disloyal and then ignore me? That's unfair, and you know it—"

"It's not an accusation if I'm tellin' the truth, yeah? Crikey, I see the way the doc treats ya on the battlefield, sheila, I'm not bloody blind!" He slammed the glass bottle on the counter, whipping around to face you with such ferocity that, for the first time ever, you had actually feared him. You stood your ground, shrinking slightly as he stomped towards you, his voice getting louder and angrier as he did. "And I ignored it, brushed it off as simple banter, yeah? But when he started touchin' ya, feelin' up on what's mine?"

"He doesn't 'feel up on me', Sniper. He's doing a rushed medical examination, I would know if it was sexually charged." You bit back, a slight snarl forming on your lips. Sniper froze. You never called him by his title, only when you were really upset. You knew it got to him, would agitate him more.

"That's not my name, roo."

Woah. You immediately felt your face flush red. The way his tone darkened, the way he stood as still as a tree over you, it made your thighs squeeze together. You'd be lying if you denied it didn't get you hot under the collar, the predatory gaze in his eyes as he spoke. Even with a raised voice, there was a certain underlying gravel in his tone that followed. No sane person should be turned on by their boyfriend's anger, but you could tell Sniper was about 30 seconds away from pushing you up against the nearest surface and showing you who you belong to.

"You're Sniper when you're mean."

You swallowed thickly, noticing how he kept pursuing you. You backed up, stopping abruptly when you hit the farthest wall in his camper van. He slammed his hands on either side of your face, leaning down as he growled slightly in your ear. You pushed yourself, flush, against the wall. You pushed your legs together, your knees threatening to buckle just from the sheer ecstasy that was Sniper's voice whispering, dirty talking you, right in your ear.

"You wanna see mean, love? I'll show you mean."

You felt goosebumps pin up all over your body. Before you could retort, Sniper had latched himself onto your neck. He would start with a kiss, the sweetness of his lips a cruel cover-up for when he sunk his sharp canines into the same spot. He left multiple dark, visible marks, most starting at your jaw, trailing down into your nape and ending near your collarbone. He wanted to claim you, show everyone you were his.

You wanted to fight back; To be a general nuisance and continue arguing... but it was obvious it would be futile. He was going to put you in your place, regardless. He was Sniper, like you said, after all.

He didnt even bother to strip you completely. He hastily unbuttoned your pants, slipping them down with your panties in one swift motion. The clothing articles sat at your knees, effectively hindering your ability to run away, if you so desired. You were flipped over so your back was turned to him instead, now. Instinctively, you put your hands against the wall to brace yourself. With one hand on his cock, the other on your shoulder, he began, teasingly, rubbing the head of his length against your core. You whined, grinding back to get any sort of relief. You felt the rumbling of his low laugh, as if he was getting off on how desperate you were. Here you were, acting all high and mighty, now reduced to a brainless toy for him to play with.

"What's the matter, roo? Need somethin'?"

"Mundy, please—" He took a fistful of your hair, yanking on it to force you to arch. Your head leaned back, giving you an upside-down view of the sinister smirk on his face.

"Oh, I'm Mundy again? I don't think so, love. You asked for this." He punctuated his sentence with a deep thrust, bottoming out fully inside you in one movement. It caught you off guard, eliciting an involuntary moan. You felt your eyes water, your walls squeezing and constricting around Sniper's lengthy cock.

He started off agonizingly slow, pulling almost all the way out, just to push himself back in to the hilt. You could feel his tip brushing against your cervix, making you wet with even more need than before. Normally, he was an animal. When he was horny, he didn't hesitate to hold back on ravaging your body. But, this was Sniper, the trained assassin that could wait hours to get the perfect shot. He was a hunter, a man who didn't 'muck about' when it came to ensnaring his prey. This wasn't your typical, sweet boyfriend who went on camping trips and sang you poor covers of songs by The Who.

His pace quickened with desperation. Vulgar sounds of skin hitting skin echoed through the quietness of his vehicle, followed by a harmony of whimpers and mewls from you as he fucked into your body ruthlessly. He let go of your hair, instead, he dug his nails into the meat of your hips, leaving crescent-shaped indents in his wake. His grip was bruising, along with his thrusts now. You still held yourself up against the wall, albeit shakily.

"Mick, please! I'm so close—" He had slowed his pace, coming to a complete stop. Confused, all you could do was whine at the lack of stimulation. And that's when it hit you.

He wanted you to beg. He wanted you to degrade yourself, to fully give in like a wounded rabbit caught in the hinges of a beartrap.

"C'mon, sheila, you're a clever one. You know what I want." The praise from his gravelly voice, alone, was enough to get you to crumble.

"I— Please, Mick, I'm sorry for calling you 'Sniper', it won't happen again, just please—"

"You're just making this harder for yourself, love."

"Fine—Ok! Please, Mundy, I need it, I need it so bad. I want you to fuck me, and only you!" Your voice quivered with desperation. This seemed to appease him as he went back to where he left off. Every drag of his dick against your wet core felt heavenly. It wasn't long until that build-up happened again, that tight coil forming as his tip abused your g-spot.

"You're mine, roo. Got it?" He panted, groaning softly as he felt you tighten around him, as you got closer to your climax. "Say it, sheila."

"I'm yours! I'm yours, Mick!" As if on cue, you felt your orgasm crash over you. You squeezed your eyes shut, your body tensing around his cock deliciously harder. This seemed to push him over the edge, his hips snapping against your ass as he went as deep as he could, filling you to the brim with his cum. He pulled out, catching his breath as he watched his seed spill out of you, as it began to drip from in-between your legs. He grinned, proud of his work. With a light slap on your ass, you slumped against the wall, completely exhausted and limp.

Sniper sat on the ground beside you, pulling your sore body towards him. You rested your head on his shoulder, comforted by the faint scent of umber and the soft thumping of his heart. Tiredly, you looked up at him.

"So, I'm going to assume you don't think I'm gonna leave you for one of our teammates anymore?" You teased slightly, although there was a hint of sincerity in your question. You really didn't want anyone else, but him, and you'd be damned if he didn't know it.

"I'm sorry about that, roo. Just really love ya, 's all." He avoided your gaze, sheepishly looking at the ground instead.

"I love you too, Mundy. I promise, you're the only one I've got eyes for. I'm not going anywhere."

"You better not, or Sniper's gonna have to hunt'cha down and give you a real bloody drubbin'." You planted a chaste kiss on his lips, effectively shutting him up. Yawning, you laid your head back down, snuggling into his side as you both laid against the wall.

Being a mercenary was, in fact, a good job.

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moodymisty · 9 months

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Heyoooo- I have a request, but totally up to you if you want to do it! Have you listened to Padam Padam by Kylie Minogue? Anytime I hear it all I can think about is how Hunter can definitely hear readers heartbeat. I'd love to see your interpretation of a spicy moment between Hunter and Reader based off the song :3c

[ 𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖞𝕸𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖞'𝖘 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 | 𝕬𝖔3 ]

Author's note: Hey, thanks for stopping by! So first off I love this idea, so I was super excited to write this one and got it done fast lol. Decided to do a sort of Hunter being a badass and reader going 'oh shit I'm horny' moment, since that was what came to mind when I had a listen. I hope that's ok! ^///^

Summary: Hunter notices that your heart beats a little faster whenever you see him fresh from the fight.

Relationships: Hunter/Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Oral (female receiving), Hunter using his bandana as a gag, armor kink, Competency kink, Maybe some semblance of voyeurism? there's people in the barracks next door

Word count: 2400 exactly

The training droids power down without any fanfare, and you watch as Clone Force 99 stands from the respective covers they'd just been using. Hunter gestures with a hand to form up on him, the lot of them take their leave.

He has point, all of them forming up slightly behind him fiddling with their weapons as Hunter rakes a hand over his messy hair; His other hand flicking the safety of his blaster on with his thumb before slotting it in his side holster.

His lips are slightly parted as he breathes- tired, but not exhausted. Even after raking a hand through his hair it's still a mess, but then again, when isn't it. Watching he reaches one of his arms behind his shoulders and stretches, his armor plates pulling apart and showing a bit more of his black body glove than usual.

You tug at the collar of your top.

He didn't miss even a single shot out there; between keeping his squad in line and everything else, he manages it all like nothing else you've seen. Sure you've known the 99's for a bit now, but that doesn't make it any less impressive.

His shoulders are more rigid now, back straighter, and he has this sort of energy about him that's far more intense than the Hunter you usually deal with. You know it's still him; But this Hunter just put holes in a couple dozen droids like it was a joke, and he was barely even trying.

You don't know how you should feel about the fact that you're ceaselessly aroused by it, judging by the throbbing in your cunt, but here you are.

Suddenly you hear the hiss of the door sliding open, and you almost jump right out of your shoes. Having been so deep in thought you didn't realize you'd been staring off into space, and during that time they'd actually left the training room. You quickly stand up a bit straighter, brush the front of your top, before smiling and waving their way. They didn't even know you were watching until just now, judging by their noticeable surprise.

"Fancy seeing you here!" Wrecker his adjusting the armor plate that wraps around his bicep, while your neck sinks into your shoulders for a moment as you shrug.

"I saw some non-regulation armor down there, and decided to watch for a bit."

You aren't lying, but it isn't to say you're being perfectly truthful either. You had only meant to watch for a moment, but found yourself being so distracted and before you knew it, they were finished.

"Hope you were impressed." Crosshair is adjusting the scope of his rifle and not even looking your way when he speaks. There's a particular bolt in the wall that looks really interesting, and you keep glancing at it while trying to swallow this gigantic knot stuck in your throat.

"Always am. You're the best in the business for a reason." Taking a moment to look away at that fascinating piece of the wall your eyes move towards Hunter, who clearly isn't paying much attention to your attempt at a conversation.

His eyes are glancing you up and down, and there's a tenseness to his face that doesn't make any sense. You haven't said anything particularly odd, until you realize:

Oh fuck, right; He can hear your heartbeat.

It must be absolutely hammering in his ears right now, a thump thump thump that sounds like it's going to burst right out of your ribcage.

"You guys go, I'll catch up."

Hunter gives a nonchalant wave of his hand, staying with you as they return to what you would assume will be their barracks for some downtime. After they turn down the hall and the both of your are well out of view he takes a few steps closer, but still maintaining a good buffer of air between the two of you given your location. The look in his eyes is darker than usual and makes you struggle not to smile like someone caught red-handed.

"You know I can hear you and smell you, right?" Busted.

A group of troopers walks by down the hall and you take one step back, watching them pass by before you step back closer to him. Now more than any time yet, you wish you were back on Coruscant. You're stationed on Kamino for the time being while in-between missions, and now you're one of the only nat-borns here. It's not like you can just take him back home to your apartment, given it's lightyears away. A shame.

"If I knew you watching me practice would make you drenched like this, I'd have invited you to watch earlier." He makes a gesture with a jerk of his head.

"Follow me."

You have a pretty good feeling where he's going to take you, and quite quickly you turn out to be right; As the door to the 99's barracks is plain in sight. You would've assumed that the rest of the Batch had gone back here, but when he uses the code to open the door and the room turns out empty, it seems they must've returned to the Marauder instead.

The moment you hear the metal of the door hit shut Hunter is on you, his lips on yours and hands on your waist. it's so intense and fast; He must've been holding it in ever since he picked up how much you wanted him to fuck you back in the hall. You can feel him pushing you in the direction of his bunk, confirmed by when the back of your calves hit the cold metal. In response you automatically move to sit, and Hunter follows you his hands pressing down into the mattress on either side of your thighs. He leans over you, pushing your body ever so slightly over you and continues to deepen your kiss; Feeling his tongue brush across your lip. You can't help but moan in his mouth, before he suddenly pulls it away with a soft wet pop.

His hands move off of the stiff mattress that serves as his bed and starts playing with the bottom of your top, pushing it up just enough to expose a bit of skin before you speak up.

"Hunter! There's troopers right on the other side-"

You can quite clearly hear what they're talking about, which doesn't bode well. It means that more than likely, they can just as easily hear you.

"Just have to be silent then." Hunter's first statement is stoic, but when he looks down at you, there's a bit of mirth in his eyes. "I'm sure you can do that." Normally Hunter is the one who has trouble staying quiet, given his senses have a tendency to overwhelm him. Not as if you mind, but it's a bit inconvenient in situations like this; Where you could easily get caught doing something that in Hunter's case, could end up getting him in a lot of trouble.

But when he kneels in front of you and begins reaching for the waistband of your pants, you quietly begin to realize why he specified just you, and blood begins rushing upward heating your neck and cheeks.

He helps you and assists with taking your trousers off, pulling them down until they hang over just one ankle. In doing so he catches one glimpse of your pussy between your thighs, before your legs rest against the bunk again.

You feel his hot breath brush across your thighs once they're open, the rough texture of his stubble scratching your skin. He grasps your hips and pulls you just a bit closer to the edge of the bunk, giving himself easier access as he spreads your thighs even farther apart. You instinctively attempt to close them, but his strong grip keeps them firmly in place.

"This scent never won't drive me fucking insane," Surely his heightened senses come with their share of downsides, but they aren't always in the way you would traditionally expect. Drifting up your thigh soon his lips brush against your outer folds, teasing you with his touch as your cunt clenches around nothing in the anticipation.

"Hunter..." You mumble in threat, but perhaps it's louder than you think with your blood pumping in your ears, as he shushes you.

"Quiet, beautiful. I don't wanna stop right yet." You know being in here doing this is playing with fire, so you purse your lips and your head lolls back. Your hands press into the mattress behind your hips trying to support yourself as Hunter's tongue traces along your pussy lips, teasing you even more so by giving one the softest little bite he can muster.

It's all so infuriating, so when he finally dives his tongue between your folds and his face presses even harder against you, it's impossible not to let out an overwhelmed gasp. He seems to know almost every single way to make your body shake, the blunted nails of his fingertips digging into your thighs. It's almost like he's drunk off of it, and maybe in a way he is, as you can barely see his face thanks to his mop of hair and how much he has his face dug between your legs. You can hear him moan against you, deep in his throat as his eyes flutter closed for a moment.

"Gods, Hunter- you're going to kill me-"

Pulling away for a moment and hearing the way his mouth makes a soft pop, he takes a quick breath before he quickly goes back for more; Lapping up the juices dripping from you as he moves to tease your clit. You purse your lips tight the moment those words leave your lips, trying to calm the racing of your heart just a bit more.

The bridge of his nose presses against you, as his tongue presses against you. Your hand grabs a fistful of his hair, fingertips brushing against the fabric of his bandana. It doesn't untie itself, but it's already shifting awkwardly on his head.

"Ah- Fuck!-" You gasp and instantly clap a hand over your mouth, realizing how incredibly loud that just was. Hunter jolted at it as well, both frozen as you listen to see if anyone heard it.

Thankfully, that doesn't seem to be the case. Though Hunter isn't going to take the risk again.

"If you can't manage be quiet, here-"

Hunter unties the bandana around his head, before suddenly reaching forward to tie it around your face like a makeshift gag. It's enough to significantly muffle any noise that comes from your throat, as your teeth sink right into it.

His head soon returns to between your legs, diving right into your cunt again. between his tongue circling your clit and the rough stubble of his chin scratching your skin, one of his hands comes up after he pulled his glove off out of view, gently toying with your entrance before slipping two fingers inside of you.

You have zero hope of stopping the way his fingers pull every single lewd noise imaginable, slopping wet as they curl inside of you. Every single thing you want to say goes flying through your mind, as even if you could say it, it would only end up by the worn piece of red fabric tied tight against your mouth. Meanwhile Hunter thrusts his fingers into you at a brutal pace, intent to make you cum against his face and giving no mercy.

It feels like your stomach is tightly wound twisting in knots, ankles crossing behind Hunter's head. He has your legs thrown over his shoulders, tugging you even closer to him and balancing you precariously on the edge of the bunk. It wasn't as if it was a large sleeping area to begin with, however.

You just need that little bit more, hand unconsciously tightening and pulling on Hunter's hair. He groans at the feeling, enjoying it as your hips press upwards towards his face. Your thighs tighten around his head, hand clamping over your mouth to avoid moaning out into the room.

He can feel you cum against his mouth, the soft velvet of your cunt tightening around his fingers. Your heart is absolutely pounding in his ears, racing like a speeder engine as your breaths are short, cut off pants. He takes a secret amount of joy in unraveling you like this, in such a short amount of time.

You now sit limp on the edge of his bunk, legs heavy and head still lolled back slightly. Hunter pulls his face away from your sloppy cunt, and you can see the slickness of the lower half of his face making it obvious what type of meal he enjoyed.

Gently reaching one of his hands under your knee he pulls your leg off of his shoulder, before he does the same to the other. He reaches forwards and unties the bandana from behind your head before tucking it into one of his pouches; It's wet with spit, he'll get one of his others for the time being. He has multiple spares hidden away, from whenever they get too dirty, or ruined from being singed or torn.

With the back of his un-gloved hand, he attempts to wipe away some your wetness that stains his face. He's going to be able to smell you on his face for hours now, no matter how many times he washes. In one way heaven for him, and in another way hell. A reminder, either way.

It's not as if he didn't enjoy himself, as he tugs the small exposed part of his body glove between his groinplate and thighplate to adjust himself.

He gets off of kneeling on the floor, and instead rests a knee on the edge of the bunk, watching you adjust your hair and your top that is a wrinkled, bunched mess. When he speaks he watches you look up at him dazed and flush faced, eyes still hooded and lips ever so slightly parted. Your heartbeat is still so loud in his ears, but he can listen to it slowly fade away to a more relaxed pace.

"We have live combat training tomorrow as well," He says so out of the blue, until you suddenly realize why he mentioned it, and purse your lips.

"Consider me there."

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first friend [two] // yelena belova

summary: when you convince Yelena to go out with the flirty barista serving you, you begin to realise that you may actually like her yourself.

warning/s: mentions of a breakup, shitty girlfriends and the mildest of angst.

author's note: here’s the second and final part! who doesn’t love a bit of yelena? i’ve got a multi-part alicia clark imagine coming up next 🥰

part one / masterlist / wattpad

Whenever bad things happen, everybody thinks it's the worst it can be and that they'll never get out from it. And that was exactly how I felt with the whole Thomas situation. Turns out all I needed to do was share my feelings with somebody.

After Yelena discovered the truth about our break up, it became a lot easier for me to move on from it. I didn't feel like I was holding it all alone, and if I ever did feel lonelier than usual, she was always there for me to call.

I was surprised she didn't do something horribly irreversible or probably illegal to him in some form of payback, considering she was still very much pissed about the whole thing. I'd made it clear I didn't want her to, and I was very appreciative of her listening to me.

A month passed and I didn't even care for Thomas anymore. It was easy to let it all go, to an extent. I tried to focus on myself again and appreciate what I did have in my life. And one of those things was Yelena, of course.

We were out on a coffee date during our lunch break one day. It was nice to get out of the Compound, especially during the few breaks I got, and Yelena happened to be mission-free so was able to join me.

"Sorry, one second, my phone keeps vibrating," she said when we were mid-conversation.

I waited patiently, watching as she quickly flicked through her messages.

"Who is it?" I asked, before sipping my iced coffee.

She sighed, tapping away quickly before locking her phone. "Just Nat. She can't find her hoodie."

"Oh, d'you know where it is?"

"Uh-huh."

I quirked a brow. "And you told her?"

"I told her I don't know," she said casually, before slurping her fruit drink.

I tried not to laugh as I glanced at what Yelena had on. "Is it the hoodie you're wearing by any chance?"

She didn't respond, but a smile curled on her lips as she met my eyes playfully. I chuckled, shaking my head at her silliness.

"I don't know how you're so confident lying to her. When she finds out, she'll be so angry," I said.

"She doesn't scare me," she answered with a shrug.

I raised my eyebrows in disagreement. "Seriously? She's intimidating as fuck! The Black Widow!" When Yelena didn't seem to agree, I scoffed quietly. "Honestly, I probably never would have talked to her if it wasn't for you. She's scary."

Yelena snorted with amusement. "Please. Natasha is the least intimidating person ever. Even you're more intimidating than her."

I rolled my eyes playfully. "Of course you're saying that. You're her sister after all."

Enthused, Yelena leaned back in her seat and eyed me curiously. "I'm now wondering what you thought of me when we first met."

"Well, I thought you would be intimidating," I began, suppressing the urge to smile, "but then you came in because of a bad mission report and started pouting like a baby when I corrected you. So, from there, I knew you were harmless."

She opened her mouth with disbelief, lifting an eyebrow. "Wow. Seriously?"

"You're a softie deep down, I know it," I said convincingly, and she tried not to smile but it was impossible.

"Whatever," she mumbled, avoiding my eyes.

I grinned at her pout and the fact that she was only proving my point. "It's true! You would do anything I ask. Soft–ie."

She scoffed under her breath, crossing her arms, only making me laugh. I knew it and she knew it, but it was okay. That was why I loved her.

"Sorry to interrupt, but are you finished with your food?" a waitress asked, stopping by our table.

"No worries, that's fine, thanks," I said to her politely.

She smiled, nodding, before stacking them and saying, "Can I get you any dessert?"

I shook my head, but Yelena bit her lip as she glanced at the dessert menu sticking out between the salt and pepper shakers.

"Hmm, maybe," she mumbled, before pulling it out to have a proper look.

I crossed my arms and leaned back in my seat, amused. Of course she'd want dessert.

"You know, the chocolate cake here is very good," the waitress recommended, leaning down slightly to point it out on the menu to her. "Or if you're not a cake person, there's pie."

"That looks pretty good actually," Yelena agreed, nodding slightly.

"Something sweet for someone sweet," the waitress flirted, glancing at Yelena with a smile.

Either oblivious or not knowing how to react, Yelena clapped her hands together and nodded. "Well, I can't say no to that. Can I get a slice of your apple pie with some ice cream, please?"

"You got it," the waitress agreed, eyes lingering on Yelena a lot longer than normal, before collecting our plates and leaving.

I raised my eyebrows, trying not to laugh, as I looked over to Yelena with disbelief. Feeling my stare, she looked up and raised her chin.

"What?" she questioned.

I glanced over at the waitress who was behind the till getting her pie, and then back at Yelena. "What? Seriously? Did you not see what I just saw?"

Confused, Yelena tilted her head. "What? The picture of the pie? It's on the menu, Y/N, of course I saw it."

I tsked, shaking my head, before giving her a knowing look. "That waitress, idiot! She was totally into you!"

Taken aback, Yelena shook her head. "Pfft, no she wasn't. You're seeing things."

I rolled my eyes. "Yelena. She was literally checking you out."

"She was taking my order, that's all," she disagreed, getting comfortable in her seat. "It was good customer service is all."

I snorted. "Okay, whatever you say."

The waitress soon returned and gave Yelena her dessert, and not without checking her out yet again. Yelena glanced at me disapprovingly when I gave her another look, but said nothing else. We chatted for a little longer, her enjoying her dessert and me finishing my drink, before my lunch break was over and I knew I had to get back.

The same waitress – whose name tag read Andrea – gave us the bill and let us split it. But just as I predicted, she wrote a little something extra on Yelena's card receipt and slid it over to her before leaving.

"It's her number," I said with amazement, laughing when I put my jacket on. "I was freakin' right! God, I'm good."

"Maybe you were," Yelena said with mild surprise, looking at the receipt, before putting it in her pocket. "Probably won't do anything with it."

I quirked a brow. "Seriously? You should talk to her. She seems nice. And she was definitely interested in you."

Yelena considered it, glancing at the till where Andrea was serving another customer.

"It's really easy," I assured her, realising she'd never dated before because of her past, and so this would all be new to her. "No pressure or anything. Just approach her and say hi. And then the rest will play out itself."

"I don't know," she said, looking back to me with disinterest.

"Yelena, go over there," I said with encouragement. "You'll be fine. Promise."

She hesitated, watching me as if searching for confirmation. When I nodded, she took a deep breath and went over to the till. I smiled as I subtly watched their conversation, too far to hear anything but it looked like it was going well. Yelena was smiling shyly which was rare with her, and Andrea seemed to be enjoying the attention, checking her out and flirtatiously touching her hand on the counter.

Without thinking much of it, my smile faded when I saw just how flirtatious she was acting. It was a little icky to witness and left an unpleasant feeling in my stomach. I think I felt... jealous? Which was stupid, because I'd literally talked Yelena into going over there and I had no reason to be. But seeing it all play out was a different story, and a small part of me wanted to yank Yelena away and forget this ever happened.

It was a momentary feeling, strange, and I tried to ignore it. She was my friend and this was the first time she was putting herself out there – I was merely being overprotective.

Though, when Yelena finished her conversation and left with slightly pink cheeks, I realised it might have been more than a little jealousy I was feeling.

Trying to push that to the side, I plastered on a smile as we walked out the store. "So? How did it go?"

Yelena shrugged, smiling a little. "Alright. You were right. She was nice. I said I'd call her."

"That's great," I said, sounding excited for her, but I wasn't too sure I actually was.

"Enough of that anyway," Yelena said, giving me a sideways glance. "We don't want you back to work late. Let's go."

"We've got time, don't worry about– woah!"

I was cut off when Yelena put her hand out across me, stopping me from walking further forward. A cyclist suddenly sped past us, inches away from knocking me down if she hadn't stopped me, and I widened my eyes with surprise at the suddenness of it all and also the feeling of Yelena's hand protectively over me because she still hadn't let go, even when she yelled out a string of Russian curse words to the cyclist. It was kind of attractive, admittedly, seeing her so protective, and that's when I realised...

Oh, no.

"Are you okay?" she asked, finally dropping her hand and looking to me with concern.

I swallowed uncomfortably, avoiding her eyes. "Yep. All good here. Thank you."

She breathed out with relief, squeezing my arm gently. "People can be such idiots."

She began to rant about how inconsiderate some cyclists could be when riding on the pavement, but I was barely listening. The realisation that I may be attracted to my best friend was enough to silence me for the rest of the walk back to work.

It didn't long for me to realise that, yes, I do in fact like my best friend.

Though I tried to pin it down to a momentary lapse of judgement, or a mere appreciation for the beauty that was Yelena, I knew it wasn't that. More so when she actually began to see Andrea outside of the coffee shop and went on a few dates with her. The jealousy that went through me was too fierce to be purely platonic. And I hated that I only noticed too late.

Despite this, I tried to be as supportive as possible, especially because it was Yelena's first true taste of a relationship. There was a chance I was finding things to pick on without meaning to though...

"She's just really nice," Yelena was telling me one day after another date she'd been on. Her smile was permanent and she was gushing, making me feel icky because it was about someone else. "We went bowling and it was simple, but she makes me feel good. I didn't think it was possible, you know? I'm usually the one who doesn't feel like this, but something about her..."

She sighed contently, probably falling into a daydream about her, and I couldn't exactly do anything about it because I was the one who pushed her to go out with her.

"Does she know who you are?" I asked, trying not to seem too interested, when deep down I hated the irrational jealousy in me.

She shook her head, trying not to laugh. "I'm not stupid. Of course she doesn't. As far as she's aware, I work in admin at S.H.I.E.L.D."

I narrowed my eyes without meaning to. "So, my job."

She grinned, winking. "Exactly!"

I shoved her arm gently from across the table. "Just be careful. She's still new and you don't want to let anything slip up."

She gave me a disapproving look. "Y/N, I think you forget I'm a fully trained assassin. I don't let things 'slip up'."

I rolled my eyes. "Still."

And that was only the start. The more dates she went on, the more unreasonably jealous I was becoming. I tried my hardest to be supportive, but it was hard seeing her be so happy with someone else.

I wasn't sure how I'd never looked at Yelena in this light before, especially when she'd been nothing but kind and caring towards me. Probably because I was in a relationship, but now I wasn't and she was, so everything was the wrong timing. Whatever it was, I just knew that now I'd become aware of how great she was in a more-than-a-friend kind of way, it hurt seeing her with someone else.

But, like I said, I was nothing short of supportive. I helped her get ready for her dates, I gave her advice whenever she asked for it, and I even hung out with Andrea whenever they invited me. She was just as nice as she was at the coffee shop, except now I hated everything about her for the sole reason that she was dating Yelena and I wasn't.

It was a horrid feeling, jealousy. But I tried not to let it get the better of me. Yelena was in her first proper relationship and she needed support, not bitterness.

Unfortunately, as time passed, there were a few times when Yelena and Andrea would have plans and Andrea would cancel last minute, unaware of the way Yelena's feelings would drop in an instant. Or sometimes, we'd all be grabbing lunch together and she'd cut Yelena off mid-story, highjacking it with her own. I wasn't sure if it was on purpose or not, and Yelena never seemed to mind, so I didn't comment on it. But I always thought about it, hoping it wasn't my jealousy just picking things to hate on.

I knew I wasn't just seeing things when it happened again, though this time it was their two month anniversary (whatever the hell that meant). I was helping Yelena get ready at hers, doing her hair for her and listening to her ramble all about what she had planned and what restaurant she'd booked for the evening. She looked stunning, I wouldn't lie, but even more so because of the sparkle in her eyes and the glimmer in her smile when she talked about Andrea. As much as I disliked the girl, she made Yelena happier than I'd seen her. And as much as that broke my heart, it warmed it, too.

"So, the waiter said he'd prepare this special chocolate cake that's cut into a heart–" she was telling me as I put some pins in her hair to keep it out of her eyes, but was cut off by her phone ringing.

I passed it to her from behind me on the bed, happening to catch the caller ID as Andrea's. When she saw it, her face lit up and she answered it.

"Darling, hey!" she greeted, making me insides turn uncomfortably. There was a pause, then Yelena continued, "I'm almost ready and I'll come to pick you up. It's a surprise after all." She laughed, but then she fell silent, listening intently.

I finished her hair and smiled at my handiwork before taking a step back, only to realise the lovely smile on her face had disappeared.

"No, I understand," she said, voice lacking the same excitement it had all evening. A fake smile was on her lips as she looked down, playing with the hem of her dress. "It's okay, don't worry. We can reschedule. It happens all the time. Just a mix up, I know."

I frowned, wondering what was up, before watching her say her goodbyes and hanging up. It was quiet and she didn't say anything, so I decided to speak up.

"Is everything okay?" I asked gently, moving around so I could see her face.

She nodded, faking another smile as she met my eyes briefly. "Yes, but Andrea won't be able to go out this evening."

I raised my eyebrows with surprise. "What do you mean? You've got a whole plan. I thought you were picking her up."

She bit her lip, looking away. "She didn't realise she'd promised she'd go out to a party with her roommate tonight. Mixed up the days."

Without thinking twice, I said, "What the fuck? That's rude."

Yelena shook her head, visibly upset but defensive. "No, it was just an accident. Her roommate needed a wing woman and she promised she'd go. She said she'd make it up to me."

"Yelena, that's not an excuse," I told her with furrowed brows, not recognising this version of my friend. "It's your two month anniversary, right? You both knew the date. She should have cancelled with her friend and chose you."

"Y/N, just leave it," she said quietly, before standing up and taking out the pins in her hair.

"No, I won't leave it," I said, earning her attention. "This isn't the first time she's cancelled on you last minute. You put a lot of effort into tonight and she should be here!"

"It's not a big deal," she defended again, and it frustrated me to no ends because if the roles had been reversed, Yelena would have killed the person who did this to me. But ever since she'd dated Andrea, she'd become submissive.

"It's a dick move, Yelena!" I exclaimed, and she clenched her jaw. "She's a–"

"Don't," she warned, shooting me a look. "Don't talk about her like that."

"You always defend her," I said with disbelief. "Yelena, she does this regularly! And not just this."

"Oh, just say how you really feel," she said sarcastically, turning to walk to her wardrobe so she didn't have to look at me.

"Ever since you began dating her, it's like you've changed," I finally told her what had been on my mind. "She makes the decisions. She tells you what to do. She cancels, she takes advantage of your patience and you let her! That's not what a relationship is!"

"Stop talking badly about her!" she shouted suddenly, spinning around to glare at me. "I don't know where all of this is coming from, but stop it! It's not your place, Y/N!"

"Yes, it is!" I shouted. "She's a shitty girlfriend, Yelena! Who the hell leaves someone alone on their anniversary?! And for what – a dumb party?! That's fucked!"

"Stop it! You–" She began to curse in Russian, looking up with frustration, before settling her fiery stare at me. "You're the one who told me to date her!"

I scoffed. "Well, that was before I knew how badly she'd treat you."

"No!" she yelled, pointing an accusatory finger at me. "Stop it! You don't– fuck! You don't get to say all of this now! Not when–!"

Stopping herself, she squeezed her hand into a fist and looked the other way. I hated that she couldn't just see how badly she was being treated, how she couldn't believe me when I told her.

"Whatever, enjoy your cancelled date," I told her with a frown, before grabbing my phone and leaving her place.

So much for being supportive, I guess.

THIRD PERSON POV

"She's just being such a– such a–"

"A concerned friend?" Natasha filled in for her sister, making the blonde groan with frustration.

"Why are you sticking up for her right now?!" Yelena exclaimed. "You're supposed to be on my side!"

"Sorry," Natasha apologised, hardly meaning it.

Since Yelena burst into her room at the Compound the following day of her cancelled date, ranting about how rude Y/N was being and how she didn't approve of Yelena's relationship, Natasha was forced to hear it all.

"She doesn't get to comment on this!" Yelena continued to rant, more upset than angry, Natasha noticed. "I waited for her, for crying out loud! I– fuck, I was in love with her and she didn't see that, so no! She doesn't get to tell me what my relationship is."

"I mean, regardless of all of that, she wasn't wrong," Natasha commented, wondering if she'd regret it given Yelena's current emotional state right now. "The way Andrea treats you... it's not how a relationship is supposed to be."

Yelena narrowed her eyes at her sister. "Are you just team Y/N all the way now? Didn't know you loved her so fucking much."

Natasha ignored her bitterness and continued, "I'm not taking sides, Yelena. But I've seen how Andrea treats you, heard from yourself how she treats you. It's a dick thing to do."

Yelena clenched her jaw. "You've never said this before."

Natasha sighed, looking over her cup of coffee and to her sister. "I didn't want to get involved in your first relationship. It's something you had to figure out yourself. But Y/N... she cares about you and said it first. She's right. You deserve better, Yelena. And you're only not listening to Y/N because you're holding a grudge at the fact that she didn't love you back. That she didn't know you loved– love– whatever it is, her. But that's not fair to hold against her when she doesn't know. You didn't tell her and that's on you. Not her."

Yelena began to unclench her jaw and looked away, her anger fading and being replaced with hurt. There was truth to Natasha's words, she knew that, but she couldn't accept it just like that. It wasn't fair. She waited for Y/N. She wanted her. And when she finally had her chance, Y/N convinced her to ask Andrea out instead. All Yelena ever wanted was Y/N. It should have been her.

It wasn't fair.

YOUR POV

Yelena and I had never argued before, not like this. Small, stupid, petty arguments, sure, but never this. I hadn't seen her as angry as I had that evening. We hadn't gone this long – a whole week – without speaking, ever.

I missed her.

After being left alone to replay that evening over in my head, I knew I shouldn't have snapped like I did. Letting my concern and jealousy both get the better of me like that... it wasn't fair on Yelena. She didn't know how I felt, she couldn't have, and I was the one who talked her into dating Andrea. I couldn't take it out on her like I was, so I knew I needed to apologise. And tell her the truth, even if it meant saying goodbye to our friendship forever.

I went to visit her at her apartment, hoping she'd be in and also actually let me see her. Sucking up a deep breath, I knocked on her front door and waited. Finally, the door opened and Yelena was standing there, certainly surprised to see me. She didn't look like she wanted to punch me in the face, which was a positive sign...

"Hey," I said, embarrassed at how quietly it came out. Clearing my throat, I repeated myself, "Hey. Hi."

She pressed her lips together, green eyes flickering between mine. "Hi. I didn't expect to see you here."

"I know, sorry for showing up unannounced." I swallowed the lump in my throat. "I understand if you want me to leave, but I came here because I want to talk to you. I need to apologise, Yelena."

She raised her eyebrows, clearly surprised. "I see. It's funny you say that. I was actually going to visit you. I wanted to apologise also. And talk."

I was surprised, not expecting to hear that, and as much as I was curious about what she felt she needed to apologise for, I knew I needed to go first, it already on the tip of my tongue.

"Can I come in?" I asked nervously.

She nodded, stepping to the side. I let myself in, stopping in the hall and not inviting myself in any further.

"Y/N, I–" she began after closing the door behind me, but I cut her off instantly.

"Please let me go first," I pleaded. "I have to tell you something important. It can't wait."

She nodded reluctantly, eyes locking on mine as she waited for me to speak. This was it. The truth. Possibly the last exchange I could have with her if it went so badly.

"Firstly, I'm sorry for how everything went down between us last week," I said with a frown. "I shouldn't have flipped on you like that without warning. What I said... it could have been said better, at a better time and in a better place. But Yelena... it's true. I don't want to see you being used like that and forgotten about. You're amazing and you deserve the world."

She looked down at her shoes uncomfortably, and I worried I was going too far. But I sucked it up and powered through.

"The reason I was so bitter about it was because I was concerned as your best friend, yes, but also because I was jealous. I'm in love with you, Yelena."

Shocked, she looked up at me, eyebrows raised. Realising what I said, I cursed inwardly and tried to backtrack. That wasn't how I planned to tell her.

"Sorry," I said quickly, "that's not fair. You're in a relationship and–"

"We broke up," she cut me off abruptly.

I blinked, confused. "What?"

"That's what I was going to tell you," she said softly. "I broke up with her. You were right. I deserve better."

It was my turn to be surprised, eyebrows raised and her words digesting. "Oh."

It went quiet between us, our words hanging in the air, and I didn't know what else to say when she watched me closely.

"I've been in love with you for a long time," she finally spoke, taking me by further surprise.

"What?"

She released a deep breath, sad smile on her lips. "You never knew and I couldn't tell you because you were my first real friend. And I didn't want to ruin that."

She'd been in love with me this whole time? How was I so blind to miss it?

"Since when?" I asked, like it would make a difference, genuinely shocked by this revelation.

She swallowed thickly. "Do you remember that time when we went out to that sushi place? And I accidentally dropped the soy sauce all over you?"

How could I forget? It was shortly after we became proper friends and was the funniest thing to happen at a sushi bar. I smelled like soy sauce the whole afternoon at work but I didn't even care because Yelena was so embarrassed it was adorable.

"Yeah," I answered quietly.

"Since then," she said awkwardly, looking away.

I opened my mouth to say something, but I didn't know what to say. I was too taken aback, overthinking every moment since that sushi date. She'd been in love with me for that long?

"Well, now what?" she asked nervously, a nervousness that was rare with her but reminded me she wasn't just the stoic assassin everyone thought she was.

I pressed my lips together, eyes studying her expression with intrigue. She was avoiding my stare, eyes glued to the ground, and I let mine fall from her bright eyes to the slope of her nose, the dip of her cupid's bow, the fullness of her lips. She loved me, too. But she wouldn't make the first move, that much was clear. Why wait any longer?

"Maybe I could take you out on a date," I offered, earning her attention. "A proper one. And I can show you how you're supposed to be treated. How you deserve to be."

I held my breath, portraying a confidence I definitely didn't feel inside. I was certain she was, too, the both of us awaiting an answer that felt like it wouldn't come.

And just at that moment, her phone began to ring.

Startled, she pulled it from her pocket and checked the screen before declining the call. Clutching it tightly, she looked up to me again, eyes flickering between mine.

"I–"

Her phone began to ring again, only making the nerves in my stomach tighten with each passing second.

"You should answer," I told her before she could decline it. "It could be important."

Reluctantly she nodded and let out an annoyed sigh, putting the phone to her ear. "Hello?"

I couldn't hear the conversation, but it sounded like her sister and there was a sense of urgency in her voice. Something must have been up. Yelena kept a passive expression, humming before promising to be there and saying her goodbyes.

"I'm sorry, I have to go," she said afterwards. "There's an emergency at the Compound."

I smiled, hoping she couldn't see my deflated expression, and shook my head. "No, it's okay. You go. I'll leave, too."

Turning around quickly with the only thought of mine to curl in my bed and sulk, I tried to leave, but Yelena grasped my hand and spun me back around. Before I could ask her what was up, she pulled me close and kissed me.

I closed my eyes, wrapping my arms around her waist like it was second nature, and kissed her back. It was gentle, lasting only a few seconds, but my cheeks flushed and my lips were tingling when she pulled away.

"I would love to go on a proper date with you," she muttered, a smile creeping on her lips. "It's all I've ever wanted."

I began to smile, too, speechless and breathless all at once. I could have stared at her for a long time, merely admiring her pretty eyes and heartwarming smile, but I remembered her sister's call and reluctantly pulled apart.

"You should go to the Compound, it sounded urgent," I told her.

As if suddenly remembering, she breathed out and nodded. "Right, yeah."

"Let me know if everything is okay and if we need to rearrange tomorrow," I told her, going to the door. "Be safe."

"I will," she promised, unable to stop smiling, just like me. "See you, Y/N."

"Bye," I said, bringing myself to leave because if I stayed a second longer, I knew I'd end up pulling her in for another kiss.

I left and the smile on my face was permanent, I was certain.

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You're On Your Own, Kid

Chapter 5

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The night had come a lot of faster than Sage had anticipated. Dinner with the pack was eventful to say the least. She wasn’t used to that level of noise yet and a headache was quick to form. She had excused herself, more so snuck out of the dining room, to have a hot shower to relax her constantly tense frame.

No one had come to coax her back out of the room and she was grateful for the quiet.

She heard the heavy footsteps before the knock on the door, and if she hadn’t already memorised his scent she would’ve ignored it and pretended to be asleep.

Opening the door, she was met with a smiling Paul. His eyes drifted from her face to the shirt she had changed into after her shower. His shirt, she could tell from the lingering scent of his cologne.

“I snagged one for you.” He huskily said, his eyes had darkened as they met hers again.

She looked away reluctantly to the plate in his hands, a singular cupcake sat on the plate and she couldn’t help but smile. “Thanks.”

She gently took the plate from him and opened the door wider, inviting him in as she made her way back to the bed where she had been watching reruns of her favourite show. “Paul?”

“Hm?” He hummed, sitting in the chair next to the bed again. Paul smiled down at the bedside table at where she had organised the things she had found at the beach. Including the little pinecones he had stopped and collected from a tree on his way back to Sam’s after his conversation with the woman whose name she still didn't know.

Sage hesitated, before saying gently, “You should go home tonight.”

“What?” Paul's brows furrowed as he looked at her with confusion.

“You’re only staying here because of me, right? You don’t have to. I’ll be fine.”

She quickly said, “Your…family probably misses you.”

He shook his head, telling her, “I live alone.”

“Still.” Sage looked at him pointedly. She didn’t want to take him away from his life because of her own issues. Even if he was the only person here who made her feel safe.

She watched as he locked his jaw, looking at her with hard eyes before he asked, “You want me to leave?”

“I don’t want you to feel obligated to stay, I mean, you’ve done more than enough for me already.” She said honestly. Sage liked being on her own for the most part.

Paul looked at her with a knowing look, “Sage, I just want you to feel comfortable.”

“I am comfortable.” She wasn’t lying, per se, but she wasn’t exactly telling the truth either. Sage was as comfortable as anyone would be when their lives had been flipped upside down for a second time.

“You only talk to me.” He pointed out and she wanted to yell at him, that wasn’t true. She had spoken to Leah, as well. He just wasn’t there.

“I’ll do better.” She mumbled.

“That's not what I’m saying..I’ll leave, if that's what you really want.” His eyes were searching her face, like he was looking for a sign to stay. But, just from the sight of him in that chair, the chair that was two sizes too small to even be remotely comfortable for him, she knew she was making the right decision for him.

She nodded her head.

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Regret.

That's what Sage felt as she laid awake in her too soft of a bed. The blanket wasn’t nearly warm enough for the cool fall air, nor was the tshirt and sweatpants she wore as pyjamas.

Sam and Emily had gone to bed long ago, and she could tell from the loud snores that Sam was completely out.

She regretted telling Paul to leave. He was her heat source the night before, she had felt it when she had drifted off during their movie, and even more so when she slept on the floor beside him on the couch.

As quietly as she could, she got up and slid her shoes at the foot of the bed on her feet.

Maybe a walk will help, she hoped.

It was a quiet walk. No cars were on the roads and especially no people were milling about.

She pulled the sweater she had found hanging up tighter to her body as a particularly cold gust of wind hit her like tiny frozen darts. When she noticed headlights approaching, instinctively, she wanted to hide.

But as the car drove past her, she let out her breath and kept walking.

The sound of the tires screeching against the asphalt as the car did a u-turn in the middle of the road made her speed up. She was searching in front of her for places to go, the woods being the safest choice but she didn’t want to risk phasing. Sams was too far to go on foot versus the car.

Maybe you could steal a car, the wolf suggested. Sage rolled her eyes at thought.

“Hey!” A man's voice shouted from the driver's side.

That voice is familiar.

She looked to the car that was now slowing to a roll beside her to see the man she had been laying in bed thinking of.

“Get in.” Paul said roughly, she ignored him and kept walking, causing his anger to rise, “Get in or I’ll put you in myself.”

The wolf whined at her. It's what she wanted.

But she also didn’t want to go back to Sams. Back to that cold room where she would just be staring at the ceiling until the sun rose.

Choosing not to fight him, figuring he would actually put her in the truck if she refused, Sage got in sluggishly. She immediately noticed Paul was shirtless in a pair of gym shorts, “How did you--”

“Sam called me.” He cut her off.

His voice was deeper than usual.

Huskier, even.

“I wasn’t running away.” She tried to explain, but he was quick to cut her off again. His anger was clearly getting the best of him and even she knew not to push it while trapped in a car with an upset wolf.

“I didn’t say you were.” He looked at her and she could see the stress in his eyes. Like he was really trying to keep his composure. She didn’t want him to be angry with her.

“I wouldn’t leave you.. Not without saying goodbye. Okay?” Sage said honestly. She knew what would happen if they were to be separated for a long period of time, she had seen it with her own mother when her father had died. She shutdown completely due to her grief, leaving Sage on her own to navigate her way through their pack dynamics.

“Good to know,” He scoffed lightly , the crease between his eyebrows deepened as he shook his head.

Clearly that was the wrong thing to say.

Sage had been too busy looking at Paul and trying to gauge his emotions to realise they had pulled into an unknown driveway. A new sense of panic set in, was Sam sending her somewhere else because she kept leaving?

“Where are we?” She asked Paul with wide eyes.

“My house.” He answered as he pulled his key from the ignition. “You can sleep in my bed, I’ll take the couch. I’ll drop you back off at Sam's tomorrow.”

Thank God, she breathed a sigh of relief before realising what he had said.

“No.” She shook her head, she would not be sleeping in his bed. That was his!

“Sage, I’m not arguing with you about this.” He said through a yawn.

She grabbed his hand, forcing him to look at her, then down at their hands intertwined, “I don’t want to sleep in your bed.”

He takes a deep breath, “Why not?”

“It’s yours. I’ll sleep on the ground.” She stated, and rushed out of the car, pulling her hand from his in the process.

Paul let out a sound of annoyance, “You’re not sleeping on the ground.”

“I always sleep on the ground.” Sage rebutted, rolling her eyes in the process.

Paul cracked his knuckles, and stayed quiet. No longer arguing with her as he muttered “Let's go.”

He placed his warm hand on the small of her back ushering her up a small flight of stairs and into his home. He had clearly been asleep before Sam had called to inform him of her leaving. That much she was certain as she walked into his room. His bed was unmade, the comforter slung to one side and the lamp closest to the door was the only light in the room.

“What do you need to be tucked in?” He asked, looking over his shoulder at her. He had walked past her, plugging his phone back into its charger.

She shook her head, the guilt dwelling in her mind, “I’m sorry for waking you.”

“It’s fine. Now are you going to stand there all night?” She just blinked at him, feeling uncomfortable, “Look, Sage. I’m tired, you look tired, just get in the bed.”

“It’s yours.” She mumbled. Shifting her weight from one foot to the other.

“I’m aware.” He sat on the edge, “You can have that side, I’ll have this one. Your own little territory.”

She nodded in compromise, waving off the slight jab he had made. And quickly made her way to the side he deemed hers. She tried to make herself as comfortable as possible as he turned off the light, muttering a rough goodnight to her.

The heat emitting off of his skin was exactly what she had been looking for, allowing her to drift off to a dreamless sleep.

Though it wasn’t enough to fix the uncomfortableness of the bed as she tossed and turned on the cloud like mattress. She missed the hard ground.

Sage grumbled to herself as she awoke for the second time due to the bed, though this time there was the weight of an arm around her waist.

Paul had crossed the territory.

She could feel his breath on the back of her neck, fanning it with hot air. His arm was comforting, like a warm, weighted blanket. But it wasn’t enough to put her back to sleep, no, she wanted to lay on the ground.

She fully intended to until Paul tightened his arm around her waist and he mumbled tiredly, “Don’t go.”

She settled back into his arm, her back flush against his chest as she looked over her shoulder, “You’re really hot, you know.”

A sleepy smirk formed on his face. His eyes were still closed and she couldn’t help but marvel at his beauty. Sage groaned, “Not like that.”

Sage rolled over and faced him. She traced with her index fingers the sharp points of his face. Still getting used to skin to skin contact again, before sighing, “You’re quite pretty,”

“Pretty?” He blinked his eyes open. She smiled guilty, she really didn’t mean to wake him again.

“Mhm.”

“What time is it?” He asked lowly.

She shrugged. She assumed it was early morning from the birds beginning to chirp outside his window.

Paul let her go to grab his phone off of his nightstand, the numbers reading 4:23am in a bright white font. He dropped his phone down again before readjusting his arm around her.

“Back to sleep, Sage.” He said quietly as he reclosed his eyes.

She scoffed lightly, “Easier said than done. You’re in my territory.”

He groaned, and if his eyes had been open she had no doubt he would have rolled them, “C’mere.”

Paul used his arm to pull her closer, her head directly on his chest. The sound of his heartbeat was serene.

He moved his hand to her hair. Raking it gently with his fingers as she fluttered her eyes shut, sighing in contentment, “This bed is too soft.”

“Hm?” Paul hummed.

Sage explained softly, hoping he would understand, “I slept on the ground for five years, your bed is like a marshmallow compared to it.”

“If this doesn’t work we’ll sleep on the ground, how ‘bout that?” He offered, shifting slightly so that their legs became a tangled mess beneath the sheets.

So much for having their own territories.

Though she wasn’t complaining. It was a much more comfortable position than she had been in previously.

She nodded her head in response to his offer, yawning as he combed through her hair with one hand the other rubbing circles on her back.

Her eyelids felt heavier and in his arms, it was the safest she's felt in years. This is what she had always thought it would be like to have a mate. Not what had been forced on her back in her old pack. Sage shuddered at the thought.

Leaving him would be heart wrenching, but she knew eventually she would have to if word got back to her old pack that she was seemingly a traitor.

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Paul had dropped her off on the doorstep of Sam and Emilys home, almost as if he was making sure she actually made it through the door. Though he didn’t hover, leaving to go on patrol as soon as she stepped through the threshold.

Now she regretted coming back as she eavesdropped on Emily's conversation with the unknown woman from the beach.

“It’s not right, Em and you know it.” Sage could hear the unknown woman's voice through the open window, “This girl just shows up and suddenly he's capable of all the things I asked of him. He made me so many promises, promises that he was going to do better, that he was going to change, and he didn’t.”

“You know that neither Sage or Paul had any say in this.” Emily retorted.

It didn't take a genius to understand that this woman, who she didn’t even know the name of, was talking about her. Why, was something she couldn’t understand. Paul said he lived by himself, and there was no evidence of this woman in his house that she had noticed.

And now she was here, venting to Emily about her arrival.

“But he just gave into it, how many times did he say that if it happened he would fight it? That it wouldn’t matter to him?” The mystery woman ranted.

What was Paul supposed to be fighting? Sage questioned herself. There were no threats here.

“I don’t think this is how he imagined it to go, Rachel.” Emily’s soft voice tried to soothe the tension escalating on the other side of the door. “It’s a complicated situation that we are all adapting to. He’s just trying to make sure she’s okay right now.”

Rachel was her name.

Nobody had ever mentioned Rachel before.

“What about me? It's all Sage this, Sage that, as if we haven’t known each other since highschool. He’s known this girl for a week!” Rachel exclaimed loudly.

Sage frowned.

All this drama because she crossed the treaty line she didn’t know existed.

If Rachel wanted Paul, she could have him. She didn’t want to be here anyways. The smell she had caught a whiff of in the grocery store with Paul still stuck in the back of her mind. It belonged to a hunter who had been terrorising her pack since she was a child. She never thought she would catch the scent again after leaving the territory claimed by the Marshall pack. Though, she also didnt think that there were any packs along the coast of Washington, yet here she was.

The wolf in her growled at her thoughts, it didn’t like the idea of leaving Paul.

“Ignore her.” Leah spoke from behind the younger girl, Sage turned to face her, startled by her sudden appearance, “Rachel couldn’t take a hint if it hit her in the face.”

Sage smirked at the older woman's words.

“Sam wants me to take you along the perimeter, show you the treaty line and all that.” Leah continued, “We can walk it if you’d like.”

Sage nodded. Jokingly, she said, “I’ve missed being on two legs.”

She was just starting to get used to being on two legs again, and she liked that people could understand her now. Even if she didn’t talk much.Something she was determined to work on after Paul commented on it the night before.

PAULS POV

As soon as he had stepped through the backdoor, Sage was in front of him. A sheepish smile adorned her face as she quietly asked for his help to make the hot chocolate he had promised her.

Though his legs ached for him to sit down, and the onset of a headache after listening to Quil babble for the last 10 hours urged him to shut his eyes in search of peace and quiet, he agreed.

They had resorted to asking questions about each other while they waited for hot chocolate to cool down. More so than Sage firing them off, than him.

If it had been anyone else delaying his post patrol nap he would have told them to fuck off, but she was talking to him. That's all he's been wanting since they had found her, he’d be damned if he let his own arrogance ruin it.

Especially after she had bolted the night before after telling him to leave her alone for the night.

It ended up working out for him though, spending the night with Sage in his arms where he was absolutely sure she was safe and sound, even if it meant being woken up before the birds because of her tossing and turning. He wouldn’t trade it for the world.

Fuck, he thought, It’s been a week and I’m already in deep.

Paul had never wanted to imprint. The idea of his life revolving around one person, being at their beck and call, all because his ancestors told him to be, was never appealing.

But when it happened, everything just made sense.

Like the earth had shifted and everything was brighter. He was no longer living in black and white.

Only problem was, he didn’t have the patience. Paul was too much of a physical person, touching was his love language. Though he kept that to himself. He was jealous of his brothers for reasons he couldn’t say out loud.

He had been so relieved to find out she was twenty two. Only four years younger than him, yet, she had been a wolf for the same amount of time. They would have phased for the first time in the same year, how odd is fate?

Paul was shocked to learn how young she was when she had first shifted, the fact that she had her own pack was also bewildering. From the sound of it, she had grown up knowing she was going to eventually join the rest of her pack. Unlike Paul, who had been completely blindsided.

“Uh, green.” Paul said, after realising he hadn’t answered her most recent question.

“Like the trees?” She asked.

“No, more of a moss green, with just a little bit of gold in it.” His eyes scanned hers as he figured out how to put into words just how beautiful the colour of her eyes were. They were brighter than the day she was found, less wary. More trusting. It made his wolf beam to see her trust them. “What about you?”

“Silver,” She said without missing a beat.

“That's not a colour,” He teased, though he wanted to know why silver was her favourite colour. She had spent so much time seeing the world in black and white, stuck as a wolf, surely there was another colour she enjoyed more than silver.

She rolled her eyes playfully and Paul grinned as his wolf howled within from witnessing her blossoming personality.

Sage's eyes flicked around the room as she hummed in thought, “Fine, um, red.”

“Red?” He asked, looking for an explanation.

“Yep, all my favourite things are red. My first bike was even red, my mom had to hide it from me because I used it so much it was falling apart.”

Paul's eyes flicked down to the hoodie she wore.

His hoodie.

It was more than ten years old and he outgrew it when he began the shift. The faded school logo was barely legible now. Nothing about it was special.

But it was red.

The two wolves were interrupted by the heavy feet of Jared entering the kitchen, Paul couldn’t help but scowl. He didn’t want Jared to push Sage back into her shell and as he was about to tell him to get lost before that could happen, he was stopped by the mousy voice from the girl across from him.

“Hi,” Sage mused, a bright smile on her face that could brighten anyone's day.

Jared chuckled at her enthusiasm, or maybe the fact that Paul's eyes nearly bugged out of his head at the greeting.

“Hi, Sage.” Jared responded, before asking, “What are you guys up to?”

“I’m going to the beach.” She piped, before looking at Paul and continuing, “Paul helped me make hot chocolate, do you want some?”

Jared grinned, looking from Sage to Paul. The familiar feeling of simmering rage began to take over him, or maybe it was jealousy as he bit back a growl.

They made the hot chocolate together, for them, now she wants to share?!

“Can I--”

Paul interrupted him before Jared could finish his question, standing up abruptly. Grimacing as he startled the young girl. “No, come on, Sage. The suns going to start setting soon.”

“Bye.” She said just as enthusiastically as she had greeted Jared and Paul ushered her out quickly. The thermos of hot chocolate clutched tightly in his hand.

SAGES POV

“You’re a little minx.” Paul said from beside her as they made their way down the familiar path to the beach. Sage furrowed her eyebrows, looking up at him with a squint as the setting sun shone in her eyes.

“I don’t know what that means.”

He lets out a laugh that sounds more like a scoff, “I make one comment that you only talk to me, and now you’re replacing me.”

“I could never replace you.” She said earnestly. And it was true. She could, and never wanted to replace Paul. He was her first friend, the first person who tried to help her get her life back.

Sage walked ahead of him, straight towards the largest rock she could find.“This is a good spot.” She said before sitting in the sand. Sage looks up at Paul when she realised he hadn’t sat with her. “What?”

“Nothing.” A hint of a smile on his chiselled features, “Do you want to sit down there or on top?”

“It's safer down here,” She remarked, sinking her fingers into the cold sand.

He nodded and sat down beside her before asking, “How is it safer?”

“I can hear everything from here, but nothing can see us. Or at least me, you’re kind of big to hide.” She explained, only to be met with a frown. Her eyes widened in worry, maybe she was wrong and this wasn’t the safest spot on the beach.

“Sage..You’re completely safe right now. Hidden or not.” Paul spoke gently,

“But--” She begins to argue but remembering, there's no one hunting them,“Right, nevermind.”

“It’s just going to take some getting used to.” He reassured her.

Quietly, she asked, “Can we switch?”

He nodded and the two stood to their feet before figuring out how to fit the both of them on the rock. The settled with her legs draped over Pauls, she was grateful for this position given how cold it was getting next to the water.

After sitting in silence, indulging in the hot chocolate he had handed her in the thermos cup, she asked, “Do you always phase back?”

Paul nodded, “Depends on if there's threats or not. The longest I’ve stayed as a wolf was three weeks.”

“That's it?” She asked in shock.

He chuckled, “Yeah. It's a good thing we’ve crossed paths, if i need to stay in wolf form any longer than that, I’ve got you to show me the ropes.”

Paul nudged her gently and she smiled up at him.

Her wolf whined at the prospect of him being in the same situation they were in.

“It’s not that hard.” She said nonchalantly before taking a sip of her hot chocolate, “Just avoid the hunters.”

“Noted.” He laughed before looking out at the water. The sun just upon the horizon, making a rare, glowing sunset. It was so peaceful. It almost made everything she was going through worth it.

“Paul?” She asked.

“Hm?” He hummed, looking down at her.

She fiddled with the thermos as she asked, “Do you have a phone I could borrow, there's someone I’d like to try calling…”

“You said there wasn’t anyone.” He commented, a hint of skepticism in his voice

Sage grimaced as his tone shifted, “I didn’t lie.”

“I never said you did.” He pointed out.

“I don’t know if he’ll even remember me, it's been so long..But he’s the only person who may actually believe me.” She explained, and it was true. The last time she saw him was at her fathers funeral.

The older man's tone was serious and slightly intimidating as he said, “Sage, you can’t tell anyone.”

She furrowed her brows, looking up at Paul, “But I trust him.”

“Well I need you to trust me,” He shifted his body causing her legs to fall off his, “It’s not safe for you, or the pack. No one can know.”

“I trust you.” She spoke honestly, before she asked, “How am I supposed to explain where I’ve been for the past five years?”

Paul sighed, running his fingers through his hair, “I’ll figure that out for you, then you can call…”

“Josh.” She said quietly. She missed him a lot. He was the only outsider she was allowed to be around, the only real human. Both of her parents trusted him as well. Sage regretted not telling him she was leaving the pack.

“Josh.” He repeated with a scoff.

She raised her eyebrow at his tone, “I think you two would get along, honestly.”

A nearby howl interrupted whatever Paul had opened his mouth to say, but she could tell by the look in his eyes, he disagreed with her statement. He didn’t even know Josh and he had already formed his opinion. The thought of him not liking her uncle made her frown. He was family, the only one she had left.

“I should get you back.” He muttered, standing up and reaching out for her hand to help her.

“Patrol?” She asked, “Leah explained it earlier.”

“Yeah, Sam’s just getting off so you won’t be alone at the house.”

“Im tougher than I look, you know”

“I know.” He said with a slight smirk, “It’s more so for my own sanity.”

He helped her down off the rock, his hand lingering on her waist as she returned the lid of the thermos.“Well, I had fun. Thanks for bringing me.”

“Sage?”

“Yeah?” She looked up at him expectantly.

“If your bed is too soft tonight, try the couch. It’s a little firmer.” He said, and she smiled for the tip he had given her. Though that meant he wasn’t planning on spending the night again.

“Where are you going to sleep?” Left her lips before she could stop it. She had slept so well in his bed, and the regret of sending him away still lingered.

“I’ll be out all night.”

“Oh.”

“Is that okay?” He asked gently, bringing his warm hand up to her cheek to make her look him in the eye.

“Yeah.. It’s just..” She trailed off, “ Nevermind.”

“What is it?” Paul asked, concern evident on his face.

“Emilys house is really cold at night.” She mumbled sheepishly.

Paul smirked, it was slightly arrogant but loved it anyway as he told her, “I’ll see what I can do about that.”

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dirchristophernolan · 1 year

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i just can't get over the fact that it was not shiv's 'call' to nate what did it in for ken. it was her unprompted 'you're a good guy':

this was the moment that set off ken's alarms because this man can't fathom the idea of getting that from either of his siblings. this is something he's repeated like a mantra over the years/seasons but it's always him saying it to other people so as to make himself believe it, fake it till you make it in its purest form, but then shiv, his baby sister shiv, the same that was convinced his name was not underlined, rather crossed-out, says out of fucking nowhere that he is a good guy and- okay? that's- he doesn't believe it, of fucking course, because deep down he knows that he is not. he knows that at some point in his life, he might've had the intention to be a good guy, he might've even striven to be a good fucking guy but he is painfully acutely aware that he is not. and more importantly, he knows that shiv knows that he is not. so why is she bringing that up if not for some ulterior motive? that's when he decides to check if she's also on the same page re the deal/matsson:

slowly during shiv's 'merely political' explanation as to why mencken is unfit to rule, ken realizes that she is lying, but- still- this is ken we're talking about, big brother ken who, for all of his flaws, loves his siblings deeply and does not want to lose them. so he gives shiv one last chance and asks her to call nate and work her magic. shiv agrees and right in the middle of the hug she goes for another 'you're a good guy' as if to appease her mind, and i think that's what sealed it for ken:

he then watches shiv 'make the call', but he already knows the truth.

by the time shiv came back, ken only needed confirmation and he got it. good god he got it.

#succession #kendall roy #shiv roy #jeremy strong #sarah snook

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talisidekick · 1 year

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I don't think I've ever said this here but:

All my life I was called slurs like "queer", "fag", "faggot", and "tranny" despite staunchly saying I was straight and a boy and had people call me a "bitch", "prissy", "pussy", "girl", etc to insult my gender and insult my person. I'd try to be adversarial when insulted because that was the expectation: for young boys to fight. Of course, that never was my nature, so I couldn't back it up and always got the living crap beaten out of me at least once a week in highschool and it would still happen even if I backed off from the start. It was the same constant insults during the assaults too, I'm not a man, I'm a girl. I was beaten sensless in the woods behind the school by bullies I didn't recognise, left to bleed out unattended after getting hit in the face with a baseball bat, thrown off a second story balcony, kicked down a full flight of stairs so I'd roll down them and lay unconcious at the bottom (and no one stopped to help), ambushed and chased down the street getting shot at by stale paintballs (so they wouldn't explode and hurt more), had some bullies chase after me as I went home with a rope saying they were going to hang me, and had someone pin me to a desk and sexually assault me with a screwdriver just to name a few incidents. By far, not my worst, but up there. The reason? Everyone assumed I was gay and no one wanted to help me, not even the adults.

The comical part of this is the moment that I turned around to the world and said: "You know what? I agree. I am, as you put it, a "tranny fag bitch". I'm a transgender woman, I like women, enbies, and just one man in all of human existance, and I am tired about keeping that quiet and lying that that I never was this way." They turned around on me and went "You're the manliest man, everyone can tell you're a man, you'll never change that!" because the truth never mattered. They never cared if I was gay or trans or secretly a girl, I just didn't conform to their world view and because of that they wanted me dead. They legitimately tried to kill me, and let me die, because of percieved non-conformity.

They didn't teach about queer people in highschool when I went, and a part of the student body tried to openlyhurt and on occasion kill me and the rest of the student body and teacher staff stood by, watched, or pretended not to see because they felt weird about stepping in to help a POTENTIAL queer kid. I didn't conform in their eyes, and that was enough. That's all that mattered.

I see the world today, the slow walk back of progress for womens rights to bodily agency, bodily autonomy being questioned, queer protections and trans acceptance being systematically destroyed, etc. and all I can see is ... elementary school through highschool. All I can remember is the smell of iron, of my own blood, their enraged faces, their laughter at the suffering they cause. And I am beyond terrified.

They claim it's for protection of children, but I grew up living in that kind of "protection", watching it, being a victim of it. It's not protecting your kids, it's legitimizing violence and exonerating people of any age to violate other children on grounds of non-conformity. Your child will get accused of being some form of queer and abused because your kid might be a little different. Because I had ADHD, OCD, and right now, I'm looking to get confirmation I'm autistic, and they started calling me these things when I was 7 years old. I did things differently, in a way that worked for me, and that was enough to abuse me for something I never fully realized or admitted to until I was 26 years old.

It's not about protecting kids when they try to criminalize queer people, queer culture, and their access to healthcare. It's about causing harm for being different, and it won't matter if your kid is cisgender if they're suspected of being transgender. All they're doing is making convenient ammunition to target whomever they please.

If you want to know why I fight for acceptance and equality, that's why. I already know how this turns out, and it's safe for no one.

#trans #transgender #2slgbtqia+#lgbtq+#lgbt+#queer #talisidekick #talisidekick things

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antaresr · 4 days

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You're not alone

Summary: After Atem and Bakhura die they reach a truce, and sometimes Bakhura stays to sleep in the pharaoh's room, that night is the first time they exchange more than two words.

Am I posting a fic on tumblr? Yeah, english is not my first language, sorry if there is a mistake.

Warnings: light angst, they are in afterlife, Atem has a crisis and Bakura comfort him.

His hearing was well trained to detect even the slightest noise, when you were on your own it was the only thing you could do to survive another day of the dangers of the elements, so when the breathing of the person behind him underwent a small change he knew that he had woken up, the truth was that Atem had a very irregular sleeping rhythm, Bakhura knew this because he had observed him during the nights they shared a bed.

He never bothered to know why and Atem never tried to explain it, maybe it was something unspoken between them like everything else, like the meals left in the kitchens, the gold and jewelry objects and the silent invitation to sleep together with a small space in the king's bed.

Bakhura never wanted to know and Atem never wanted to talk, until that night.

"Do you ever miss him?" Bakhura could pretend to be asleep, he would be coherent and Atem would probably go back to sleep after a while, but the tired voice squeezed the former thief's heart.

"I don't know" and it was true, he was never able to form a healthy bond with his host, Zorc had taken it upon himself to make him insensitive to use as he pleased and then Bakhura had disappeared from Bakura Ryō's life.

"How you do not know? You should" Bakhura rolled his eyes that he still had closed, these were the most words that both had exchanged in a long time.

"Gods, go to sleep" the movement of the body behind him startled him and then he was lying on his back with the pharaoh sitting on his lap glaring at him, Bakhura did not feel intimidated, he never had.

"No! How do you stand it!? There is so much space, so much silence! I hate him!" He sobbed, burying his hands in his hair, Bakhura observed his face contorted in that grimace of despair and agony, until a while ago he would have enjoyed it, he would have laughed and humiliated him, Today? Today he only felt sorry for the poor boy who, like him, had seen everything he loved and longed for destroyed and turned into ashes without being able to do anything about it.

Bakhura raised his left hand, placing it on the Atem's sweaty neck, pulling the pharaoh down against his chest and holding him like that, in a tight, uncomfortable embrace that made them both tense.

How long had it been since they touched another human being? It seemed like more than three thousand years.

In the end Atem relaxed, leaning his head on the thief's chest and looking out the balcony, at the always perfect night full of stars.

"I don't want to be alone" Atem's fists clench and Bakhura felt the slight wetness of tears wetting his skin, he kept his hand on the back of the boy king's neck and upper back.

"The chocolate," he whispered in a low voice, fearing to ruin the peaceful atmosphere in which they had immersed themselves, Atem made a noise in his throat that Bakhura interpreted as meaning that he would continue speaking. "In winter Ryō liked to make hot chocolate with mint sticks, it's something I wouldn't mind having again."

Bakhura hoped that this would serve to express that perhaps somewhere in his being he did miss the child who had housed his soul in his body and had tried to make him feel welcome even if it hurt him.

Atem moved over him, moved his hand away, letting him move freely, maybe he had helped him because yes, he missed his host, so Atem wasn't the only one who couldn't stand loneliness, he would probably get exhausted again and sleep for the rest of the night in peace, until Atem held his cheeks, the look Atem was giving him was too soft, his eyes looked even deeper than they normally would be and Bakhura choked on the air he tried to breathe when the Pharaoh's face approached his.

Bakhura closed his eyes, he was sure that with how fast his heart was beating it would burst out of his chest, and when their lips touched, oh, how perfect it was, so soft, like the touch of a feather on his skin.

Then Atem pulled away and they looked into each other's eyes, and Bakhura, greedy as he had always been, wanted more, he lifted himself up enough to reach the pharaoh's warm lips again and his hands went to the lower back to support the lithe and thin body close to him, his lips moved awkwardly revealing the characteristic inexperience of a first kiss.

The second time they separated they leaned their foreheads together trying to process what had happened, Bakhura couldn't hold back the words that came out of his mouth before he could think about them.

"You're not alone, not anymore" yet, he knew it was true, after all, they would always be connected beyond what was humanly understandable.

Spanish version available:

#This is part of an event on a Facebook page #They called it “Kisspril”#Do you know how funny it is that I chose all the Kisspril ships with a list and role dice?#Anyway #I wanted to share my fics here too.#yugioh #ygo #thief king bakura #pharaoh atem #Casteshipping #first kiss #kisspril

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crushculture03 · 8 months

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Chapter 12

Cw : mentions of body image and hating on self image.

You the reader are gorgeous and ily 🫶

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Jules silently scrolled through all the comments on matty's instagram post, she knew she shouldn't have, he told her not to listen to the people who left mean comments under his post, But here she was scrolling through those comments while matty slept peacefully beside her.

Most of the comments insulted her appearance , with just simple words like 'fat or ugly', but then there were the ones that hurt even more, saying matty had downgraded from his last girlfriend, Gabriella Brooks, or that Jules was using the band for fame, which was so incredibly far from the truth.

Jules knew she could never compare to Gabby, 'for god's sake the girls a model of course they would think hes downgraded' she thought to herself, as she scrolled through more of the comments.

A steady stream of tears slowly made their way down her face the more and more she read the comments and tweets about her and matty's relationship. A quiet sob accidentally slipped out of her, she panicked hoping that it didn't wake matty, thankfully it hadn't.

She slowly slipped out of bed and made her way to the bathroom, quickly closing and locking the door behind her. She slid down the back of the door, letting the tears flow freely. How could people be so mean to someone they don't even know? Jules thought, as she placed her head in her hands. They had been dating for only a week before they decided to post anything, they wanted to come out to the public on their terms and not through rumors that flew around on twitter.

Julie knew that dating someone like matty, who had fame and was in the public eye, would come with the backlash of angry fans, mad that their favorite celebrity was taken, but she never thought it would get to this point.

She hadn't realized how long she had been in the bathroom for, until she heard a gentle knock. "Baby are you ok in there?" matty said, as he tried to open the door, but found it locked. "Yeah, um j-just using the bathroom" jules responded back, cursing the fact her voice broke mid sentence. "I'm almost done, just washing my hands" she said, getting up and turning the water on and off to give the impression she washed them, she felt bad for lying to matty but she didn't want him to see her like this.

"Jules I know you're not going to the bathroom, i could hear you crying, baby let me in please" matty pleaded, he wanted to make sure she was ok, he knew something was wrong the minute he woke up and found the spot next to him empty, jules never got up during the night.

Julie caved and unlocked the door, slowly opening it to reveal her now very awake boyfriend. Matty's face dropped when he saw her, it was obvious she had been crying, her eyes were red and puffy, and there were still stray tears falling down her face. "Jules" matty whispered, quickly wrapping his arms around her and pulling her into his chest, he placed a kiss on her head and asked "What happened love?". Jules let out a sob in response, unable to form any words at the moment. Matty could feel the fabric of his shirt begin to dampen as the girl continued to cry.

"Lets go lay down" matty whispered, jules nodded her head and the two made their way back to the bed. Matty laid down with jules following insuit, she gently placed her head on his chest as she continued to cry. Matty rubbed her back trying to soothe her as much as he could, he wondered what had gotten her this upset.

After a few minutes, Jule's crying was reduced to a few sniffles here and there. "Do you wanna tell me what happened" matty asked again in a soft tone, " i'm so sorry matty I didn't want you to see me this way, it's kind of embarrassing that I got this upset over those comments, i knew i shouldn't have read them I know but i just- i just couldn't help it " she said, trying to hold back more tears.

"Jules, I'm sorry you had to go through that, why didn't you tell me sooner?" matty asked, he couldn't help but feel guilty, he was the one after all who got her into that situation since they were his fans who commented those mean things. "Don't feel bad matty, it's not your fault people are mean, usually I don't let what other people say about me get to me but-but it was the comments comparing me to gabby and the ones saying that i'm using you guys, that really hurt the most" she responded as she slowly traced the different tattoos he had on his chest, trying to get her mind off of the comments.

"Julie look at me" matty said, jules moved up to face him, she knew it was serious since he never called her by her full first name.

He cupped her face in his hands, "You are beautiful, you make me happy, never let them compare you to gabby, you are two different people which is a good thing, because you Julie make me happier then I ever was with her I can be myself around you, and fuck those people, don't they know you worked with the label way before you even started working for the band? Literally what they're saying is such bullshit, they're not my fans if they're harassing my girlfriend" matty said, never breaking eye contact with her, it disgusted him how his so-called fans would compare her to his ex and not only that , they would claim she was using them for fame which was so untrue he couldnt help but scoff when he heard her say that.

"Thank you matty" she said, " you know I'll always be your biggest cheerleader love, you mean so much to me jules" he responded, and leaned in to kiss her. Her heart practically melted when he said those words "and I'll always be yours matty, you mean alot to me too" she said, finally letting a small smile creep onto her face. "Theres the smile i love" matty said, smiling in return and pulling the girl into a tight hug.

"I-i think I'm gonna try to get some sleep" jules said, reluctantly pulling away from the hug and letting out a yawn. She positioned herself so she was on her side facing the window, matty gently wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her into his chest, "Goodnight baby" he whispered and placed a kiss on her cheek.

A/N : absolutely no hate to gabby, i love her! it's just for the context of the story

#matty healy #matty healy x oc #mattyhealyfanfic #the 1975 #adam hann #matty healy smut #matty healy fanfiction #george daniel #ross macdonald

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edenslice · 1 year

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New follower here, if u wanna, tell me about ur ocs i want to know everythin about siso and emery go wild i wanna know everything (if ur willing to tell)

EDIT JUL6 2023: these r largely outdated and/or changed !!!!

ANOOOOOON tysm for this mwah (⁠ノ⁠^⁠_⁠^⁠)⁠ノ

siso and emery are my one piece ocs !! they're mother and child basically, estranged up until wci where they reunite after 10 years of separation

siso is NOT a strawhat, just a major ally (enies lobby + marineford + punk hazard → wano)

this follows a timeline wherein yamato escapes onigashima pre-timeskip after siso washes up on onigashima one day, frees him from the exploding cuffs, and they basically explore the world together

gonna be very long so i'm putting it under the cut

emery: fishman, formerly part of whitebeard's crew before leaving (on good terms). she has complete mastery over the Voice Of All Things which pushed her to find people like her and form her own crew, the aegis pirates. they dominated the south blue, and after literally witnessing siso's birth and adopting the child, moved to paradise once roger died and the great pirate era began. personality wise, her motto is "if someone helps to you, go all out with gratitude. if someone hurts you, go all out with revenge".

siso: you know how much the sea plays a role in the narrative right? yeah. that's basically siso. he's the human embodiment of the sea. and i know how overpowered that sounds, but trust me, he's just some guy!!!! i am so serious

backstory......complicated.! wait for their wikis ^_^

trivia timeeeee (siso only, emery is still fairly new and i haven't had enough showers to think abt her character yet)

・。.・.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.・。.・

siso

is genderfluid, but only uses he/him pronouns

6'7 hunk of a bear.....he was already 5'7 at 15, had a growth spurt from 6'5 to his current height during the timeskip. he's built like a fat heavyweight guy (healthy fat, not obese or overweight). hairy all over except his face and thighs. his hands are as big as chopper's head

i KNOW that isn't very tall in the one piece universe, but keep in mind that the unaturally tall characters are usually infamous pirates/marines and he's spent (almost) all his life blending in with normal people

cringefail. can and will cry crocodile tears in front of children and scam good-natured people to get what he wants. will bring out his pathetic/lazy side so people would look down on him only to surprise them with all of his lovecraftian loser energy and laugh when everyone else thinks theyre going mad

quite literally incapable of lying—not out of guilt, but of laziness. why bother lying to someone when the depths of the ocean will swallow them whole someday and show them truths they cannot comprehend? either say the truth, keep quiet, or kill them. works like a charm!

has no sense of duty or moral obligation, much to his and everyone else's detriment. he will do and not do things based on how much fun he thinks he'll have, then complain and sulk and be generally unhelpful when wrong until he gets off the task.

odd-job man! used to be a pirate (aegis at 0-16 y/o, donquixote at 16-18 y/o) then decided to become nomadic and lay low at places where marines are prohibited (19-24 y/o) up until the year the strawhats debuted as pirates

siso's reasons for being Heroic and saving those he loves are not simply "i love you and i care about you" but more like "you're the most fun i've had in my life so who the fuck do those bitches think they are to take my happiness away from me"

has a casual manner of speaking and writing, but not so much as slang or informal. he just doesn't care all that much about honorifics and respect in formal spaces EXCEPT if he holds any personal reverence for the person he's talking to (i.e. robin)

deeply, earnestly, respects robin, even going so far as to bow, offer his seats, and say "po" and "opo" to her (filipino honorifics), even if she's just 4 years his senior. robin is like. the oden to his yamato except no kinnie stuff.....the burning of ohara and robin surviving it really moved him and made siso view her as his inspiration and light in a world so needlessly cruel

↑ also the reason why he even met the strawhats in the sea train to begin with, because he heard that robin was in danger and rushed to help

likewise—deeply, earnestly, hates zoro, but his hatred is not born from malice or ill will, but from feelings of helplessness too overwhelming to process. there stands the man who is his exact opposite, who bases his entire existence on his role as protector just to fulfill a promise to a friend long gone and to a crew too dear to lose. reckless, self-sacrificing people like him who are consumed by guilt and duty are fated to die in the most painful ways possible and siso doesn't want that, he wants zoro to live long and to fucking take care of himself, but he's helpless. he wants to grab him by the shoulders and shake some sense into him—you'll never be the greatest because your standard of greatest is a desire too grand even for the sea to grant, i don't want to be the one that will bury you in the end, fucking listen to me—but it's no use, really. all siso can do is stand back and watch zoro slowly kill himself for the people he loves. and he hates him for that

WOAG sorry that was long . this was meant to be sillayyyy (head in hands)

has a complicated relationship with sanji. on one hand, sanji's dream in finding the all blue washed away a deep-rooted despair in him and reignited his hope in becoming whole again and finding that lost part of himself, so he has high hopes from the cook and admires him. on the other, he's just so fucking weird around him. amorous to the point of being condescending whenever siso identifies as a woman. throws his used cigarettes into the sea. fucking pathetic loser of a human man. smells like uncooked fish. has a crush on him that he tries so desperately hard to hide but fails because siso doesn't lie and he can sense when others do. again, smells like uncooked fish.

like seriously what is up w u sanji-kun........stop glaring at me ur sweating thru ur pants. i can see ur bulge. stop (siso, probably)

is in a qpr with yamato!!! i call it a qpr because although you can technically classify their relationship as romantic since they kiss/pda/make-out alot, but it's a little more queer and arospec than that. siso is very conflicted with human labels and yamato grew up loveless so they're experiencing All This for the first time

literally got each other's backs 24/7. they travel together 99% of the time by ocean current or by riding sea kings—siso is responsible in keeping yamato dry and away from the seawater, yamato is responsible for keeping siso's cringefail ass away from physical harm

they don't travel together all the time though, as in both times siso appear in enies lobby/sabaody yamato isn't with him, and yams only debuts in punk hazard after the aokiji vs doflamingo vs smoker encounter

one day sanji will be welcomed in the qpr and turn it into a polycule. idk how though. maybe when she's less emotionally constipated (takes a dramatic drag from my fake cigarette)

aaaaaand that's all for now ^_^ i don't want this 2 be too long . i'll make a separate post for sisos relationships with the other strawhats teehee

#flux ocs #oc: siso #oc: emery #infodump #long post #yamasiso #sisoanji #← ship tags don't mind me :3 #this got. really long. im not sorry but Yeesh lmao #emery will get her own trivia post someday do not worry #AUGHHHH NO ART OF THEM YET IM SORRY IVE BEEN SO BUSY #asks

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cammie-morgan-goode · 9 months

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if you're still taking prompts, angst prompt 21 + zammie please !

“Please, I don’t know what I’d do without you” Zammie

There are things that happen in the life of a spy that you can't talk about. There's files and forms that you have to fill out. There's trainings and seminars that teach you not to talk about your life out in the field. There is just so much that you have to do in order to protect yourself and the one's you love.

Cammie knew that better than anyone. Take her father for example. She didn't know what happened to him. She didn't know how he died just that he went on a mission and didn't come home.

She didn't know anything about it until Zach had said those words that semester. Somebody knows.

So, sitting in her favorite window seat, she stared out at the eighth graders who were trying to write test answers on evaporative paper as some sort of memory booster. The weather was cooler, so she brought her knees up to her chest. Wrapping her arms around her knees, she rested her chin against them.

"You know, there are activities way more fun than staring out the window on a Friday night."

Cammie looked away from the window and up at the resident Blackthorne Boy. He had his pockets shoved into his pockets as he stared at her, the picture of ease. But everything about Zach Goode made Cam anything but easy. And that was just a fact.

"And what exactly do you have in mind?" She asked, leaning her head against the wall.

Zach gave her a shrug and moved towards her. He grabbed her legs and not-so-gently pushed them off the seat. He sat across from her, pulling his legs up so that their knees were touching. (Cam would be lying if she said her heart stayed still during this!)

Zach didn't say anything, he only stared at her. Cammie couldn't help thinking that it was like he was trying to figure her out. His eyes held a list of questions, and she was almost positive that she didn't have the answers he wanted. But it was as if Zach was baiting her. Somehow, he was telling her that he held some of those answers.

"I just think that sometimes I'm better off alone." Cam says softly. It wasn't a pity party. It was anything but. She just thought that by coming back, she put everyone in even more danger than when she left.

Zach couldn't say anything, he just shook his head. He was never very good with words. Especially now, they were failing him.

"Please," he begged. He didn't care if it made him sound pathetic. He hadn't brought it up since that night in the barn when he planted the idea into her head. The idea that they could keep each other safe. "I don't know what I would do without you."

The words were true. And Zach had never lied to Cammie. Not even about his mother. He always told her the truth. Even now.

Cammie turned to face him then and searched his eyes. Zach was here and looking at her. Zach saw her. Zach knew her. Almost better than her best friends. This was Zach.

"Promise me something Zach," Cammie pleaded.

"Anything."

"Don't leave me,"

And Cammie scooted closer to him as he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into his chest.

"I won't,"

(written by: @cammie-morgan-goode)

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jamiegeode · 1 year

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hello and hi

Incorrect quotes w/ you T and me(I wanted to do this) (under cut)

KK, about T: They're speaking some kind of French.

JG: Let me handle it. I speak Spanish. It's the same thing.

T: What situation is not instantly improved by the addition of fishnets, I ask you.

JG: Being a fish.

T: Well, shit.

KK: BEHOLD, the field in which I grow my fucks! Lay thine eyes upon it, and thou shalt see that it is barren!

T: What doesn't kill me better start running, because now I'm fucking pissed.

JG: Something tells me T's going to be a bit more unhinged today...

T, holding a lit match and a bag of cheetos: Leave me be, KK isn't home to stop me, I'm going feral.

T: Why are you on fire?

KK: This is just how my day is going.

KK: T, what is the ONE thing I asked you NOT to do tonight?

T: Raise the dead.

KK: And what did you do?

T: Raise the dead.

KK: *walks to cabinet, removes oreo box, takes half a sleeve, throws empty box out* Hi!

T: Hey- what are you doing-?

KK, shoving an oreo into their mouth: I am saving space :D

KK: Would it be discrimination to only hire employees at my doughnut shop who have the same name?

JG: Legally, I don't believe that breaches any discrimination laws. Morally though... I don't know.

KK: I believe god is on my side when it comes to Duncans' Doughnuts.

T: Do you need help getting up?

KK: Nah, I'm cool down here on the floor.

KK: My aesthetic is "would be suspected of witchcraft by small town citizens."

KK: I will send my army to attack!

KK: *releases a dumpster of raccoons*

KK, on a random band name generator: Oooo! They Might Be Depressed Horses! That about sums up my friend group.

T: Fight me!

KK, standing behind them and holding a knife: *mouths* Do not.

KK: Drink your school, stay in drugs, and get 8 hours of drugs.

JG: That’s the key slice of truth we need to complete the entire truth pie.

T: Ooh, can we get some actual pie?

JG: I like the way you think.

JG: It’s impossible to make a sentence without using the letter a.

KK: Despite your thinking, it is quite possible, yet difficult, to form one without the specific letter. Here’s one more to further disprove your theory.

T: Fuck you.

JG: I think you're still suffering the effects of your party last night.

T: All I drank was Redbull!

JG: How many?

T: Eighteen.

T, near tears: Please, KK, I don’t speak meme! I don't know what a 'yeet' is!(this actually happened, maybe not word for word, but close enough)

KK: Am I a boy? Am I a girl? It doesn't matter. I'm going to burn your house down.

YES I LOVE THESE

Yes GO FERAL T, you deserve it!!

Okay now. The donuts thing is questionable but at the same time… free chaos. So like

Yes KK, floor is good, floor is friend, even when all else fail the floor will always be there to support you( I’ve said this lying on the floor during tech week so many times)

PIE PIE PIE what kinda pie I vote key lime

Ah, very important information! @stupid-for-simping. Yeet is simply an elongated Yet, elongated to the point where it refers to events in backwards order. ‘Best show yeet’ means that a better show will never happen, but takes no account for prior shows. Cuz math

Gender is an illusion, go do arson

Also. You are being sent hugs

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Darkness Reborn ~ Origins of the Ink Demon Final Chapter Pt.25 ~

[Time Eater's Void]

[Time Eater (Complete ver.) - Richard Jacques]

Time Eater (as Homura Akemi) : Let us begin the battle of the century. I shall destroy everything that Shinra had to offer, the past the present, and future that lies within the Real World shall cease the existence of Soul World and it's very foundation from Shinra shall be expunged!

"TIME EATER : THE DESTROYER OF TIME AND SPACE

Homura Akemi : Alright, bring it on! I'll show you what a better Time Traveler can do! I will make things right for this world! And you aren't going stop to me!

Super Sonic : Hey, need some help?

Homura Akemi : You there, blue hedehog! Of course I would like to be needed of assistance! And you brought your classic self from the past.

Super Sonic : Huh? (Sees Classic Sonic in his super form) Oh great, now I'm joining sides with my past self?

Homura Akemi : Right! So let's get to it!

Seto : Leave this one to us!

(the battle begins)

Time Eater : The simple fact is that I will destroy all things in the universe to be erased and the influence of Shinra Kusakabe must be erased! Far from ever happening than before!

Super Sonic : Yeah, right! You killed Shinra, took out his people, and executed a wtich! This is what you get for being the most destructive entity that literally destroyed a universe in half to stop a spreading influence from him? Pffft! You must be kidding!

Seto : So the Shinigami from Soul Eater that everyone know and love is just an astral puppet named Death created from Shinra, an illusion possessing the body of a boy named Shotaro, the true creator of the Mabuki! I don't know how to say, but I am right! the author is a weirdo and a complete moron! But if lying would never stop, I suggested that truth is going to win!

Super Sonic : You just had to say that, didn't you? And you're right, the author of Soul Eater is a weird and a complete nutcase. This would be the last straw that will ever be Maka's last a hero of Soul World's story.

Time Eater : Savor your last breath, Blue Rodent! It'll likely to ever free yourself from this distorted time! The next time we meet, the next time that you'll be erased from existence! But I give you no take backs guaranteed!

Super Sonic : Pretty much! But boy O' George, this is gonna be the best of the best! I can still catch up to ya! Is there a way that no man should ever take you down!

Time Eater : Best watch your back. That will be any consequences from any actions you performed. But enough is enough the time for talk is over! Time to speed things up! (fires drill-like shots at the group, but they evade)

Homura Akemi : You call that an attack!

Super Sonic : This is more offesne than your attacks!

Homura Akemi : Now that's the oppression I wanna see. You have no rights to be this powerful! See what I can do from yourself!

Super Sonic : Hey, Shinigami! Use the power of light deflect those shots!

Seto : Roger! (uses the power of light to deflect the shots) Ha! Not a scratch or hole can pierce through me!

Homura Akemi : I hope this is wearing you down! Give it all your all!

Time Eater : Right back at ya!

(during mid battle)

Time Eater (as Homura Akemi) : You're better than I expected. I'm impressed that you've grown so strong, Homura Akemi. You must redeemed yourself with all that power from the emeralds! This is the moment that we've been waiting for, hoping to achieve our evolution! Fusion of Darkness and Negative energy shall feel what the powers of light and darkness can do! Hope and Despair, equivalent to the likeness of all hearts and souls! But even a strand of your DNA shall ever be remained!

Homura Akemi : When I thought that I was born of a witch or something, I realized that I was born from cosmic horror, Drawcia. the woman who gave me life, had an opportunity of seeing you and she made contract in the result of creating me from project that started during Salem Witch Trials. But one's thing for sure, you killed Shinra, his beloved Iris, and his people, including the one you executed. The witch that was executed by you was Inca Kasugatani, the ancestor of Kimial Diehl. And I realize that she is going to be brought back in a timeline of Real World AU. Whether Sephiroth gives despair to all humans or Smash, it'll be both for to those have a heart and soul to open the door to darkness!

Time Eater : Although, humans and witches may not be friendly to their own kind, but they truly are an arrogant species of the planet that is the part of evolution and God is their creator. Humankind and Witchkind feel sorrow for their pity, feeling guilty for the sins and crimes against each of their kind, and when Demonkind rises up to the challenge, they'll become the only kind that will ever proper to both Humans and witches together, bringing peace and prosperity! That is why I destroyed the Ohkuboverse in half and annihilated Shinra and his people in order to keep Real World AU safe from the likes of Demon Vibe! I wanted to destroy the Ohkuboverse, a facade that was created by the lying, I want to destroy it all to myself!

Homura Akemi : You're absolutely right, creator. I should definitely call you "Father" instead. But If I don't have any parents nor biological relatives, then I'm just a creation of Drawcia's research. But remember, both you and Drawcia are like Mom and Dad to me, It only makes me a hero or villain of the story, but I can be both! I will be an anti-hero or an anti-villain of the story that I wanted to be! This final round shall be a showdown, let's play a game call "Quick Draw". The winner will be the last one standing! So it's your move, Time Eater.

Time Eater : (chuckles) Sure, kid. I'll end this quick. Just to make sure that I have a bullet that will make you draw your last breath.

Homura Akemi : I'm sure that we'll settle the scores and get it done nice and easy.

*EXCLAMATION MARK!*

Homura Akemi : Now's my Chance!

*GUNSHOT*

Time Eater : GAAAAAAHHHH!!! Not bad, Kid! You beat me to it!

Homura Akemi : And now, for my reward, I will take your powers as a victory and this time. It's gonna be me that will become a goddess and make myself as a King of the universe!

Time Eater : (painful grunt) Nnnooooooo!!!

*DBZ SFX : Energy Blowing up+Loud Booming*

Time Eater : I am forever invincible to have this power, not even the Death God of Mobius would apprenhend to Real World AU, be at It's finest that controls the universe and I under estimated you. You are the one that me and Drawcia gave you life as a human back in the past, and then you became after I imprisoned you for over year until Drawcia founded you. You were born to have the darkness in your heart, but I truly understand what it means to have a family like this. But why on earth can you still fight for a person that truly met as a kid?

[Believe to Heart - Yutaka Minobe]

Homura Akemi : Well, father. I got to admit it, the only reason that I exist in Real World AU, because Real World AU is where I belong, and even those that I wanted to carry out the darkness over to this planet, then I suggested I will be the one that will save Humankind and Witchkind, that means I would lead them to a brighter future! That's what being a hero is all about. A person that wanted to complete his or her tale! And everyone can be the hero that is their idol! I Homura Akemi, a Magical Girl born in city of Plymouth, is a hero that guides with Heroic Providence! That's my way to say it! Everyone! Can here a hero's name Homura, Seto, and then there's him, the hero of Mobius!

Everyone on Earth : [chanting] Sonic! Sonic! Sonic! Sonic! Sonic!

Homura Akemi : Now you understand that Real World AU is a place for everyone, including our selves, fictional characters made from Japan.

Time Eater : I see. Real World AU is a place for everyone, and not even Soul World that existed in the first place. Hmph! you ain't that bad, kid. You're a good one and I understand that destroying a planet for you is wrong, whether you are villain or hero, it's what you decide to reach the end of his or her tale. So I guess this means that my time is up. We will meet again, hopefully, I will see you there as Goddess of the universe! Now then with all Seven Rings in hand, we shall conclude this battle of time and space, and create a new era for both Humans and Witches, 2011 will be re-arranged!

Homura Akemi : You got yourself a deal, Time Eater. (They firmly shake hands) This is goodbye, farewell...

Time Eater : And amen.

*DBZ SFX : Energy Warbling+Wave*

"So long as we re-arranged, history can be changed."

"Both the Past, Present, and Future are both a common thing."

"But one's past and one's future shall be in their grasp."

"With all the events being reseted or re-arranged, everything..."

"Everything can go back to the way it was before..."

"I'm sure that humans and Witches will have a bright future for all."

"Destined to make me hero forever in their history."

~ 105th Scene : The Hero of Time ~

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