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You Matter Most Pt. 1

Evan “Buck” Buckley X reader

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Word count: 5,677

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Post Date: August 24th 2023

Post Time: 10:41 PM

Summary: When a series of freeway accidents lead to a big catastrophe, Buck must worry for his team as he rushes to help them all before it only leads to an even bigger disaster. All while working on helping his team he worries mostly for his best friend who’s unconscious for most of it.

Third Person Pov:

“May-day! May-day! Air ambulance two reporting a collapse at the 710 interchange. Firefighters down. Repeat, firefighters down!” A voice comes through Maddie’s coms, making her quickly answer the distress call.

“Air ambulance two, this is dispatch. Can you reroute to assist?” Maddie asks before pausing, waiting to get an answer.

“Negative. We have a priority spinal transfer,” the voice solemnly tells her.

“Do you have a visual on how many firefighters are down?” Maddie asks and there’s a long pause as she waits for the information.

“All of them— the entire 118. They were on the upper span when it collapsed. They all went down,” the voice tells her in a very worried tone and Maddie’s heart drops.

Her mind immediately goes to thoughts of her fiancé, brother, and sister-like friend, worried for all three. Her heart beats wildly and suddenly she can hear it in her ears as she types up details on her computer. Tears cloud her eyes for a moment and she tries to will herself not to cry just yet.

Y/n’s Pov:

I groan as my alarm goes off and roll over onto my back to look at the ceiling. It takes me a few minutes, but soon I’m reaching over to my phone and turning it off. With one last sigh, I push myself up from my bed and start to get ready for the long shift I have to work.

Once I’m ready, I grab my backpack as well as my morning hot cocoa and keys. I quickly make my way out into the hallway of the complex and lock my door. Just as I lock the bottom lock, I hear Buck’s door open and shut.

I turn to him and let out a giggle when I see the pure exhaustion on his face. He locks up his door before turning when I giggle and he smiles.

“You must have had a lousy night, E. You really look exhausted,” I say, using the nickname I’ve had for him forever with humor laced in my tone.

“Ugh, not exhaustion. More annoyance at the two idiots that won’t make up,” he replies with a roll of his eyes before we both start walking out.

“I’m sure they’ll make up soon, bubs. Just give it a little more time,” I try to reassure him and he hums, shaking his head at me.

“Sure. Then maybe I won’t have to deal with Kamron needing me 24/7. Or the smell of pickles. She keeps needing me to open them. Never did I think I’d hate pickles,” he rants with a roll of his eyes and I giggle again.

“You definitely won’t and I’m sure you’ll like pickles again soon,” I joke with him as I playfully hit my arm against his.

“Anyway, wanna carpool to work today?” he questions me, now changing the subject.

“Sure, why not. Anything to hang out with you a little more,” I joke as I bump my arm into his again and he shakes his head, chuckling.

“As if we don’t already hang out everyday,” he playfully scoffs and I shrug.

“No, we definitely don’t,” I playfully deny and he chuckles, shaking his head.

“Ok, dork. Let’s go. Bobby will kill us if we’re late. Again,” he remarks and I giggle.

“You got that right,” I agree with him as I roll my eyes while we walk out to his car.

“Breakfast on the way?” he asks and I smirk.

“You buying?” I ask him with a raised eyebrow and he groans.

“I wouldn’t have offered if I wasn’t,” he playfully growls out like he’s angry when I know he indeed isn’t.

“Then hell yeah. I'm hungry,” I tell him and he groans.

“Don’t be like Kameron now,” he says as he rolls his eyes and I laugh.

“What, pregnant? E, I don’t know if you know how that works, but I kinda need to have some relations before that, and you know I’m not seeing anyone right now…” I playfully tell him and he shakes his head.

“Of course I know how that works? You know I didn’t mean that. I mean, I was a sex addict, remember?” he asks and I giggle, letting my eyes go wide jokingly.

“Oh I vividly remember, Mr. Do it on the rooftop of the firehouse. Dumbass,” I joke as I smack his arm and he rubs it.

“Well, what would you have done?!” he fights back and I laugh.

“Not on the rooftop, that’s for sure,” I joke back and he rolls his eyes.

“Whatever. Let’s just get the food and get to work,” he tells me and I giggle.

“Awe, E, I’m just messing with you!” I inform him and he shakes his head.

“Yeah, yeah. Let’s go, you Gremlin,” he tells me and I giggle, smiling softly at the use of my nickname Buck had given me when we were younger before we split up to get into his Jeep.

“Okay, 118, let’s gather ‘round and settle in. We have some outstanding tasks from our last shift and I’ve got an important announcement about our upcoming weather conditions,” Bobby announces, making me and Buck, who's up on the truck, sit down with our legs hanging off the side.

“So cute, huh? Oh, wait. I promised her I’d wear it all day. Take a picture so we can…” Chimney talks with one of the other firefighters as they walk out of the locker room.

“Firefighter Han,” Bobby calls out, cutting Chim off and making him look up from the play ring on his finger.

“I was gonna save this until the end, but why not make it the first order of business? Congratulations on popping the question,” Bobby announces as he uses his clipboard to point at Howard.

“Yeah, Chim! Whoo, whoo!” I shout out as everyone else claps while I shake Buck.

“Ok… ok… a little less shaking, there,” Buck comments as he pushes me lightly, making me giggle softly.

“Didn’t she do the proposing?” I quietly whisper to Buck, who chortles and nods.

“She finally made an honest man out of him!” Ravi shouts as he grabs Chimney by the shoulder and shakes him lightly.

“All right, everybody. Let’s settle down. We still have to get to the weather update,” Bobby calls out and all the laughs die down.

“All right, apparatus maintenance. Firefighter Diaz will be running point this morning on engine service. We’ll be doing an oil change and a brake fluid change,” Bobby explains as I yawn lightly and lay my head on Buck’s shoulder.

“Tired?” Buck quietly questions me and I hum at him.

“Didn’t sleep too well last night. Tossed and turned all night. Don’t know why, just had a weird feeling,” I whisper back to him and he smiles softly before wrapping his arm around my shoulder.

“Hmm, comfy,” I mummer out as I cuddle in closer and he chuckles softly.

“Eddie?” Bobby calls out, making us all listen in. “Yeah, cap?” Eddie asks nonchalantly as he looks at his phone.

“Did Eddie finally find someone?” I quietly question Buck, who shrugs.

“He didn’t say anything to me if he did,” Buck informs me and I sigh.

“Then why’s he staring at his phone like a lovesick puppy?” I query and Buck gives a small ‘huh,’ before shrugging.

“I guess maybe he did. He’ll tell us when he’s ready,” Buck comments to me and I cross my arms.

“I wanna know now. We’re the three musketeers. Two musketeers can’t just be left in the dust by the other,” I whisper as I cross my arms, pouting and Buck chuckles.

“You and that impatient ass of yours,” Buck comments and I give him a playful smirk.

“And you like this ass of mine,” I joke with him, wiggling my eyebrows at him and he shakes his head.

“Can’t say I don’t,” he plays right back and I giggle before we both turn back to listen in.

“Apparatus maintenance,” Bobby pointedly comments as Eddie moves into a different sitting position while closing his phone.

“I’m on it, Cap,” Eddie promises and Bobby nods as Buck’s phone vibrates.

He quickly silences his phone, but it vibrates again and again. He groans quietly and presses the answer button.

“Okay. All right, now for the weather update,” Bobby starts as Buck puts the phone up to his ear.

“Uh, hey, listen, I-I can’t… I can’t talk right now. No, I can’t. Kameron, I don’t know why he’s calling you. Maybe if you answer the phone you’ll find…” Buck talks into the phone and I smirk as Bobby turns around.

Booby walks over to us on the truck and looks up at us. He gives me an irritated questioning look and I just shrug, making him look at Buck, who trails off.

“You're in trouble…” I jokingly mutter out as I try to hold in my giggles while poking his side lightly.

“Umm, I got to go,” Buck tells her and I hold back a giggle at his ‘oops’ tone before hanging the phone up.

“Uh- s-sor… sorry, Cap. Um…” Buck stutters out his apology, but Bobby just ignores him and turns back around.

“Alright, folks, listen up,” Bobby again tries to get to the point.

“Uh, Cap?” Ravi questions, holding his hand up and Bobby gives him an unamused look that tells him to go on.

“Can I just say, if Buck needs to get the pregnant lady out of his apartment,” Ravi starts and Buck hops down off the truck before turning to me to help me down real quick.

“I do have a two-bedroom that’s about to be on the market, so…” Ravi finishes as Buck and I walk towards him.

“Thank you, Ravi! Maybe a discussion for another time,” Bobby humorously chides as everyone laughs a little bit.

“118, it’s time to dial it in,” Bobby starts to try and corral us in again.

“We have a Job to do, but in order to do that job, you have to be here. I need precision, I need focus, but most of all, I need you to be present,” Bobby pointedly announces as Hen cautiously walks in and around him to take a seat.

“Sorry I’m late, Cap,” Hen quickly apologizes as she sighs.

“Okay! Let’s get cracking,” Bobby finishes before starting to walk off.

“Hey, wait. What’s the important weather update?” Chimney asks as Bobby walks past him.

“There’s a moderate marine layer,” Bobby answers, unamused as he continues to walk away.

“I’ll see you for lunch?” Buck questions and I nod in confirmation.

“Yeah. That is, if we don’t get a call before then,” I promise him with a small smile.

“Don’t jinx it,” Buck jokes, pointing at me with a chuckle.

“Ok. I’ll see you in a-” I start, but the alarm sounds and Buck groans.

“You jinxed it!” he shouts, throwing his hands up and I giggle.

“My bad…” I reply with a shrug and he shakes his head.

“Come on, dork. Let’s get into our gear,” Buck tells me with a grin.

We both rush over to our lockers and start to put our gear on before running over to the truck. Buck hops in on the left side as I hop in on the right and we get into our seats as Bobby starts to pull out of the garage. Bobby drives throughout town before coming up to the scene on the bridge. Once the engine comes to a stop, we all quickly pile out and get to work.

“Hen, Chem. Check the driver of this camper van,” Bobby orders as he points to the van.

“Buck, y/n Eddie, Ravi, I want you guys to check these surrounding vehicles for injuries. Let’s go,” Bobby commands and we all give him a nod before rushing off.

Buck, Ravi and I walk around, making sure there's no more injuries. Once we deem there are none, we walk back over to help. We stand back as Chimney and Hen communicate with the girl inside.

“Cap, second victim in the back. She didn’t have her seatbelt on when the accident happened!” Chimney shouts as he looks around the side of the van.

“Okay, these back doors are obliterated. I want you guys to pull that windshield,” Bobby commands, making Hen and Chimney nod.

I quickly rush back to the engine and pull out the windshield suction cups as Ravi grabs the pry bars. Once I have them, I rush back to the van with Ravi in tow. I hand the suction cups to Hen as Ravi gives the pry bars to Buck and Eddie. Hen quickly places the suction cups on the windshield and pulls as Buck and Eddie use the pry bars. Once it comes off, Hen quickly passes the windshield to Buck, who takes it and sets it aside.

“All right. What’s your name?” Hen asks the frightened girl softly.

“Jo,” the girl cries out her reply.

“Jo. Can-can you move?” Hen questions the girl and she looks down at her leg.

“Um, I don’t know. It’s my leg. I think it’s broken. Um, please help her!” Jo cries out again as she looks up at Hen and Chimney with tears cascading down her face.

“I'm on it, Jo, but I need to get back there, so we’re gonna pull you out. You might feel a little pain, okay?” Chimney calmly explains to her and he moves aside for Hen to get in a bit more.

“Buck, can you carry her to the ambulance?” Chimney queries and Buck nods, moving behind Hen and getting ready to grab her.

“Okay! Ahhh!” Jo agrees before screaming out in pain as they move her. She cries as they pull her out of the vehicle.

Buck quickly lifts her up and carries her over to the back of the ambulance as Chimney moves into the van. Hen quickly stands up and pushes me along with Buck.

“Go help him look her over. You have more medical training then he does. I’ll stay with Chim,” she commands me and I nod before rushing off behind Buck.

I quickly help Buck get her down on the floor so I can look over her leg. In one fast fluid motion, I pull out a tourniquet-like brace and start putting it on her leg along with Bobby’s help as they wheel a gurney over.

“Cap. We’re going to need an air ambulance. Patient is unresponsive, breathing is weak and she’s lost bladder control. Could be a spinal,” Chimney explains over the radio as we continue to work on Jo.

“Copy that,” Bobby replies as we start to prepare Jo to get her on the gurney.

“Spinal injury? Is she okay?” Jo asks me in fear and I look at her.

“We won’t know until we get her to the hospital,” I inform her as they bring the gurney closer, now ready to get her up onto it.

“Please, please don’t take me now because I need to see her,” she begs as she grips my hand and I pause as Hen walks up.

“Hey, hey. You’ll be able to before they airlift her. I promise, okay?” Buck promises her before Hen or I can say anything.

Eddie walks past us with the backboard, headed towards Chimney and we quickly move Jo onto the gurney. Jo keeps a grip on my hand and I squeeze hers before letting go.

“Don’t worry. You know the firefighter that told you you’d see her?” I ask her and she nods in understanding.

“That’s my best friend. I know when he promises something, he keeps it. You’ll see her just like he said,” I promise her softly and she gives me a small thankful smile as she seems only slightly less freaked out.

“My name's y/n. I’ll stay here till your mom’s out, okay?” I tell her and she smiles a thankful smile at me again.

“She’s not my mom. She’s my mom’s best friend. My, uhh, mom passed away three years ago. Mallory was insistent we take this trip as an honor to my mother…” Jo explains to me and I smile softly at her.

“I’m sorry to hear about your mom. You're very lucky to have Mallory. That sounds like a lovely plan. I’m sure you two can pick up when everyone is okay again,” I try to comfort her to the best of my ability and she shakes her head.

“No. I think we’ll find a different way of traveling,” Jo informs me and I nod.

“I would probably do that too. Nothing wrong with that,” I agree with her and she nods in agreement.

We wait maybe a few more minutes until we see Chimney come out first. Then Eddie pushes Mallory out and together they lift her backboard onto another gurney that was taken over to them. They then start to roll her over and I move over next to Hen so they can roll her next to Jo.

“She’s right up here,” I hear Chimney inform Mallory as they get closer.

“Okay, she’s right up here,” he repeats himself as they get closer.

“Mallory!” Jo shouts when they get closer before coming to a stop right next to her.

“I’m so sorry,” Jo apologizes as they both reach out to hold hands.

“I can’t lose you, too,” Jo continues on the verge of tears and I feel tears well up in my eyes.

“I’m not going anywhere. We still have a lot of ground to cover, okay?” Mallory asks her as she squeezes her hand.

“Next time, we’ll take the train,” Jo insists quickly as the others start to load her in the back of the ambulance as air support flies overhead.

“Air support. You are clear to land,” Bobby gives the okay through his walkie and soon the helicopter is landing.

Eddie and Chim start to walk her over to the helicopter and I let out a puff of air as my emotions take over. I take my jacket off in hopes a little air is all I need. I quickly try to sober up so I don’t start sobbing before I feel a hand on my back, making me turn to see Buck next to me.

“Hey. You doing okay? You’re getting fidgety,” he queries with a raised eyebrow and I shake my head before nodding.

“Yeah. No. I’m fine. Just had a flashback to my sister, that’s all,” I inform him and he nods solemnly at me.

“I know. She’s watching over you. You know that,” he solemnly tells me, trying to comfort me as he rubs at my back and I nod, sniffling.

“Thanks for checking on me,” I say in gratitude and I only hope Buck knows just how much I’m thankful for him.

“Always, you know that we stick together, right?” he asks me and I smile.

“Right. Stuck together like glue,” I reply to our life long promise we always tell each other and he smiles, nodding.

“Okay. I’m gonna go help Chim. We’ll talk more about this later, okay?” he questions me and I nod.

“Yeah. Go. Go. Do our job,” I agree with a soft smile and he nods before rushing off.

“Possible spinal! She’s coming over now!” I hear him yell to the air tech that gets out of the helicopter.

“Can’t get rid of me, can you, Buckley?” I hear her voice and I immediately recognize Lucy. Red hot jealousy flares up in me, but I push it away.

“Great to see you again, for real this time!” I hear Buck shout back as he stops to point at her and I huff, rolling my eyes.

He turns and walks back towards me, but only frowns as I brush him off. I walk over to Bobby just as Eddie walks up.

“Hey, Cap, think there’s a propane stove in the van. I’m gonna go check it out,” Eddie explains to him as he walks up to us.

“Good thinking, Eddie. Y/n, go with him,” Bobby commands me and I nod.

“Actually Bobby, can I have a quick moment with her?” Buck asks and Bobby shakes his head.

“I guess. One minute, then back to work. Got it?” Bobby asks and Buck nods.

“No, yeah, I promise,” Buck informs him and Bobby nods before walking off.

“Hey, what’s up. Why are you giving the cold shoulder?” Buck asks as he looks at me.

“It’s nothing, Buck, really. Go back to work,” I play it off and he sighs in frustration.

“Y/n, I thought we talked about closing up? Talk to me, you know you can,” Buck begs me and I shake my head.

“Buck. Nothing is wrong, it’s just a hard case. I told you I’d talk with you about it later,” I deflect away from what’s going on.

“No. I know—” he starts, but gets cut off as the bridge suddenly starts to shake as it cracks down the middle, making both me and Buck fall to the ground with me on top of him.

There’s more shaking and creaking as the bridge slowly starts to collapse. Buck looks up and suddenly he’s rushing to get up, pulling me with him.

“Hey. Hey, hey, hey, hey! Let’s move!” Buck yells out as the ambulance comes flying back at us and Buck quickly moves both of us out of the way just in time.

“Hey!” he continues to shout as the ambulance rushes past us, quickly crashing at an angle.

Buck quickly maneuvers, but somehow he gets pulled down with the ambulance, making me go with him. He smashes into the ambulance’s windshield and it cracks.

“Buck!” I yell out as I fly past him, but he doesn’t reply.

I let out another scream as I come to a landing on a slab of concrete, hitting my head in the process. Pain surges through my side, but I don’t notice it for long as suddenly everything goes black.

Buck’s Pov:

I groan as I come to, still laying on the windshield that’s now cracked from me smashing into it. There's a quiet, eerie, metallic creak and it takes me a moment to realize where I am. When I do, I take a moment to push myself up on all fours. I look around in fear for y/n, but there’s no sign of her, so I look into the ambulance next.

“Hen!” I yell out as I see my friend still strapped into the driver's seat of the ambulance, now unconscious.

“H-hen, can you hear—” I ask her as I bang on the window.

“118, report in. I need a headcount,” I talk into my radio, hoping to get any answers.

“I’m grabbing the ropes,” Ravi radios back first as I look around, trying to assess where everyone could be.

“I’m in the van. Pretty sure I broke a couple ribs, but this van is about to get pancaked,” Eddie groans out as he radios in and I keep looking around with no sight of y/n.

“Okay. Eddie, uh. We’re coming to you,” I inform him before taking a pause.

“Han. What is your status?” I ask into my radio before letting go to get his status.

“Han, come in,” I practically beg over the radios when he doesn’t answer.

“Han…” I question again and wait a moment.

“Han here,” Chimney finally radios in and I throw my head back in relief.

“Captain Nash, firefighter Maysen, still haven’t heard from either of you. What is your status?” I ask into the radio again, only hoping to get something but nothing comes.

“Bobby, y/n. Come in,” I repeat through the radio again, but still silence.

“I see firefighter Maysen! She’s on a slab near you, maybe twenty feet away, just covered by some rubble,” Ravi explains to me through the radio and I sigh in relief.

“Is she under it?” I question and wait for a moment.

“No. She’s just close enough to be hidden. She’s out, though, and there’s one other thing…” he voices again though the radio before trailing off.

“What? Is she okay?” I question him and he takes another pause, making me wait with bated breath.

“She’s been impaled by a piece of rebar, Buck… right though the side of her stomach. I- if we don’t get to her soon, she might bleed out,” he breaks it to me easily and I sigh, putting my head down for a moment.

“I’ll get to her as soon as I get Hen and the others out,” I inform him as I make the hard decision to wait, even though I want to rush over to her first and get her out.

“Ok… only if you're sure. You're acting captain right now,” he informs and I let out a huff before pressing the button on my radio to reply.

“Yeah, I know. So everyone’s safety is on me right now. Luckily if I can get Hen awake, she can take over. Let’s get to work,” I command before letting the button go, letting out a sigh, and looking down at Hen again.

“Hen. I’m- I’m coming to you. Just stay right there,” I tell my unconscious friend before I move off the windshield and down the side of the ambulance.

Very slowly, I make my way to the window and try to shove myself though it. The ambulance starts to tremble as I do, but I keep going.

“Hen?” I call out to her as I pause for a moment.

“Chim. Chim! Chim, you back there?” I shout out as I finally slide though the window of the ambulance.

“I’m alive, but not great,” Chimney calls out in a winded tone.

“Okay,” I pant out as I move over to Hen.

“Come on. Hey,” I voice as I try to get Hen to wake up.

“What happened?” Hen questions as she looks around, confused.

“Bridge collapsed,” I inform her and her head starts to fall back.

“Hey, hey, hey. Hen, you with me?” I question her and she squints at me.

“I’m good. Thank you,” she conveys to me as she starts to reach towards me.

“You okay?” she asks as she wipes at the side of my forehead.

“Yeah. Oh. Uh… I mean, physically, yeah,” I tell her, my emotions betraying me ever so slightly as I feel a lump form in my throat.

“Where is everybody?” she asks me as she continues to clean my face.

“R-Ravi is up top. Eddie’s in the van. Chimney’s in the back. He needs our help. I’m gonna go up top. Get the ambulance secure. Then we get you out, okay?” I explain to her before asking if she understands. She slowly nods before letting her head fall back a bit.

“Okay. Where’s Cap? Where’s Bobby? A-and y/n…” she suddenly asks as she quickly lifts her head straight.

“He’s MIA, and y/n…” I pause and take a deep breath.

“She’s currently bleeding out maybe twenty feet from us,” I inform her and she just stares at me.

��You, uhh… y-you’re sure you’re good?” I ask her one last time just to make sure.

“Yeah. I… I’m-I’m good,” she stumbles out in her shock and pain.

“Just get some rope so we can get out of here,” she commands me and I nod before starting to try climbing out.

“Okay, Ravi, I need a line,” I grunt as I call out while climbing out of the window.

I get about halfway out the window when Ravi throws the rope down to me and I slowly finish pulling myself out. I hold onto the ambulance as I grab the rope before using it to climb back to the front. Once around the front, I continue to climb up the side until I can pull myself up to the top. Ravi hands me a part of the rope and I quickly slide under the engine, tying the rope to the underside of it. I quickly rush back to the side and let out a puff of air when I see what Ravi had seen before.

The van is under the ambulance and both are close to falling. I let out another breath and close my eyes when I see y/n. She is indeed impaled and blood pools around her as she lays unconscious.

“Buck, we’ll get to her,” Ravi promises as he puts a hand on my shoulder.

“Yeah. I know. I’m not letting her go out like this. Not yet. It’s too early and there’s a lot that needs to be said,” I inform as I promise myself in my head that if we make it out, I’ll tell her how I really feel.

“And it will be said,” he agrees with a head nod before going back over to the truck.

“Please tell me you made it, Cap,” I whisper to myself as I look out over the scene again.

“Okay, Ravi. Let’s go!” I shout to him as I turn around, ready to scale the concrete.

“118, LAPD on scene at the lower level and here to assist,” Athena’s voice comes over the radio just as I hop over, ready to scale down to Hen.

“118? Captain?” she asks in a scared tone when she gets no response from her husband.

“Hen! That’s you!” I yell out to her, leaning back a bit.

“LAPD, this is Wilson. Captain Nash is unaccounted for, we also have one impaled and unconscious. I’m in command. Anything you can do to help survivors on the ground level would be appreciated, ” Hen replies over the radio as I start to quickly scale down with a harness bag.

“Copy that!” Athena quickly replies again over the radio.

Once I get down to the ambulance, I set the bag on it and I get closer to the front of it. I quickly tie the rope to the car and pull on it ever so slightly.

“Hey, Ravi, tension!” I call out to him and I wait a moment before leaning against the ambulance.

I bounce on it a couple times to see how stable it is and smile when it comes out very stable. I quickly climb back to the top of the ambulance and pull the harness bag in front of me.

“Okay. Hen, you got a harness and capture strap. Take Chimney and the patient, you send them down,” I explain to her as I throw the strap and harness in the window to her.

“I’m headed to the van. Then I’ll get y/n. I’ll see you at the bottom,” I inform her of my plan before getting off the ambulance and heading to Eddie.

It takes me a few minutes, but soon I make it to the van. I come to a stop next to it as Ravi looks over the side.

“Sending down the saw!” he shouts to me before dropping me the saw bag.

“Okay, Eddie, you in there?” I ask as I pause and listen in and he gives me a small ‘Yup’ through his groans of pain.

“Let me get these doors open. Just shield your eyes,” I inform him before I pull the saw from the bag along with the protective glasses and start to saw at the door.

I work for a few minutes at the door before soon I can start to pull at them. I pull one open and groan as I pause, taking the glasses off to look in at Eddie, who’s trapped under the fridge looking up at me.

“Hey,” I pant out as I hold onto the door.

“Any sign of Cap?” he huffs out as he struggles to breathe and I shake my head.

“How’s y/n?” he asks and I sigh.

“Currently, she’s bleeding out. I’m getting her next,” I inform him and he nods.

“Sorry about this,” I apologize as I move closer to him and grab his arms.

“Yeah. It’s gonna suck,” he comments before I pull on him.

I pull him out and he yells out in pain as I do. Soon I’m pulling him out of the van all together and he grits his teeth.

“Okay, I got you,” I comment as I pull him out and quickly we’re climbing down so he can get medical.

Once he’s down standing on his own feet, some other paramedics come over to us. They get Jo first and Hen groans as she leans over before puking.

“Hen!” Eddie yells out as we watch her double over.

“Hey,” Eddie tells me before we both rush over to Hen, who lays flat on top of the truck she’s on.

“I’m okay. I’m okay. I’m okay,” she groans, waving us off.

“I’m okay. I’m pretty sure I’m just concussed,” she explains as she sits up and moves her helmet.

“We got to get Chimney and y/n! We got to get Chimney and y/n!” she suddenly yells out as she looks back up.

“No. Hey, hey, hey. We’ll get Chimney and y/n. Let’s get you down. Come on,” we both try to stop her as she groans.

“Come on down. I promise I’ll get him and y/n,” I inform her as we all reach out for her.

“We got you. We got you. Come on. No rush,” I rant as she finally starts to try and crawl down.

“Okay. Come on. Let’s go. Let’s go. Let’s go,” Eddie chants as he wraps her arm around his shoulder while she pants out of breath.

“Eddie, you got her, yeah?” I ask and he nods, giving me a small ‘hmm’ as they continue to walk.

“Okay. I’m going back for Chim and y/n. I’ll be back,” I promise and he nods.

Just before I turn, there’s another loud, metallic creaking noise and we all turn around. My eyes widen as the ambulance starts to shake around and the van starts to look like it’ll fall any second.

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The Song That Follows 🎶

<Modern!Eddie Munson x Female Reader>

Summary-A love song from one of your favorite movies seems to follow you wherever you go and starts to play into your real life ; Prom is just around the corner as well. Word Count-6.7k Warnings-Friends to lovers ; A mention of sleeping together but none is written ; Takes place in 2023.

A/N-Well holy crap, here I am writing for the first time since 2011 probably? I'm a bit rusty, but I hope you enjoy! Just a funny side note, Mrs. K is based off of a real life teacher I had in high school. She did come to my prom drunk (LOL). She also did ask my friends and I to help for the extra credit for a school event but we kindly declined. :) (also I'm insanely obsessed with this song, I hope you love it as well!)

You - Hey! I’m in need of your assistance for the next Photoshop Challenge for Photography, can you meet me in the computer lab after school?

Jonathan - sure, no problem. I’ll see you then!

As the final bell of the day rang you made you way to the computer lab to meet Jonathan, grateful he was willing to help considering you hated asking your own teachers questions yourself. You knew senior year wasn’t going to be easy but as the end of the year started getting closer and closer you couldn’t believe that you and your friends were off to college. Soon there would be one more lunch together, one more after school meet up and one more meeting in the computer lab.

“Hey you finally beat me.” You say walking up to Jonathan who’s waiting for you outside the door.

“Last class was right around the corner, you ready to tackle this assignment?”

“Let’s do it.”

Time passed as you and Jonathan worked on your homework together. Your objective was to take a photo but add in a random object, then having to take said random object out of the photo with editing. You both were concentrating so hard you didn’t even notice your Sociology teacher, Mrs. K, walking up between you two.

“Good afternoon!”

“Hey Mrs. K, how are you?” You ask smiling. Mrs. K was one of your favorite teachers. She was defiantly a little off but was still the life of the party during class.

“I’m doing well missy thank you for asking. I’m so glad I found you both together, I need to ask you a possible favor.”

“And what would that be?”

“I’m head of the prom committee this year and in need of more volunteers. Just a few students to help out with small things for the night.”

“Ah, and what’s in it for us?” Jonathan asks, smirking.

She laughs and shakes her head. “You know me too well Mr. Byers. Extra credit. I’ll let you know a few weeks before what your jobs will be and it will go towards your final grade of the year. I’ll even knock off some final questions.”

“That’s really nice of you to ask us for help Mrs. K but I already have plans on prom night.” You answer with a pretend sad look on your face. You knew you never wanted to go to prom. You hated getting dressed up, wearing makeup, hell doing your own routine in the morning was frustrating enough.

“Plans already? Prom is another month away how do you already have plans?”

“They just happened to fall on prom night. Look, can we talk it over and get back to you?”

“Sure, I’ll be at the front desk working. Thank you both for your consideration.” With a huge pat on the back to the both of you, she walks away.

“I’m just as confused, how do you have plans already set in stone?” Jonathan raises an eyebrow.

“Like I said, they just happen to fall on the same night as prom. I wasn’t planning on going anyway.”

“Well, let’s think this over real quick. Save your file.” You quickly save your edited work and turn to Jonathan. “This is easy extra credit. Who cares if we have to listen to terrible pop music and dress up for one night. We could even ask Nancy, Eddie and Robin to help too. We can all go as a group. It might be worth it.”

“Nancy and Robin would be on board, Eddie is another story.”

“Why?”

“I know him, okay? Prom is not his style or the place he wants to be.”

“But it’s extra credit. Like I said, easy extra credit. I’m in. How about you?” You thought about it for a moment. He was right, it IS super easy extra credit. Your grade could use a pick me up, and it would be a fun night with friends regardless.

“Okay, you convinced me. Let’s go tell Mrs. K when we’re done editing.” Once you heard the announcement of the computer lab closing you both approached Mrs. K and told her you were in. She was very delighted and thanked you a million times and gave lots of hugs.

Now the difficult part is coming up, canceling your plans to volunteer on prom night. I’m sure the news will be taken lightly considering the situation, what could possibly go wrong? Tomorrow couldn’t come soon enough, right?

Your locker slams shut. “YOU WHAT?”

“Don’t raise your voice on me Munson.” You turn around and begin to head down the hallway towards the lunchroom.

“Come on, we’ve had these plans for months. We made a vow-”

“Yes yes I know we did.”

“And you want to fall to the broken conformity that is…fucking prom?!” You stop and turn around again this time facing him yourself.

“Look Eddie I’m sorry but this is the easiest extra credit you can receive. You have Mrs. K too why don’t you sign up as well. I’m sure you of all people need the exert credit.”

“Wow, ouch.” This time he takes the lead in walking.

“Well it’s too late, I’ll be there. I still think you should go. Our whole group is going to be there so it won’t be like you're alone.”

“That’s not really the point-”

“Then can you please for one night not be the kid who thinks he’s too cool for school?”

“Still not the point but I’m ending this conversation now.”

“Yeah yeah, whatever.” You both enter the lunchroom and find Nancy, Robin and Jonathan at your usual table.

“Whoa, what’s got your panties in a bunch?” Robin asks Eddie.

“This one,” Eddie points to you, “has canceled plans with me.”

“Oh, whoa is me.” Robin has always been the one for dramatics and you softly laugh to yourself while getting your lunch out.

“Did these plans happen to fall on prom night?” Jonathan then asks.

Eddie rolls his eyes, clearly annoyed even at the word. “Yes they did. Why? Are you to blame for this?”

“Blame for what? Is this about Mrs. K’s extra credit volunteering?” Nancy interjects.

“I am to blame for this then. Yes, Mrs. K asked us yesterday in the computer lab and we accepted.”

“She asked Robin and I in class today. We signed up too, figured it would be fun.”

“Nancy, you have an A already you don’t need the extra credit.”

“Yes that’s true but after she told us you two were helping we thought we could go as a group to stick together.”

“My thoughts exactly. See?” Jonathan smiles at you and the girls. Eddie slumps in his chair and sighs.

“I’ll just be alone, in my room, with my guitar and uncle in the other room as he watches reruns of Wheel of Fortune all night.”

“Come on Eddie, can’t you suck it up for one night?” Robin shakes his arm and pouts as she speaks. “It will be a lot of fun. And we can all hang out afterword.”

“I don’t know guys I really don’t want to.”

“Just give it a thought okay? I bet you could use the extra credit as well.” Nancy says.

“Jesus Christ…”

Hey I still feel bad about changing our plans, can I please make it up to you?

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Eddie - what do you have in mind??

Well I was going to ask if I can join in on Hellfire for the rest of the month but considering I almost killed our whole party in one of our last sessions I don’t think I’m ever welcomed back.

…yeah Dustin and Lucas are still mad about that…can we just have our movie night some other time?

Absolutely! What works for you?

Next Friday?

Perfect, see you then! :)

Movie night was an essential part of your friendship with Eddie. Every other Friday you would get together and watch one of your favorite films. This time it was Eddie’s trailer with you bringing the snacks and choosing the film. And after another long boring day of school you were exited about spending the night with your best friend.

After knocking three times Eddie rushed to the door to let you in. “About time, what was taking so long?”

“I over bought, get ready for your freezer to be full again.”

“Hey, I’m not complaining. Wayne will be happy about it too.” He steps aside to let you in, putting all your bags on the counter.

“Speaking of, where is my favorite long lost uncle?”

“Working per usual but he says hello.” You and Eddie spend the next few minutes getting everything set up. Snacks on the coffee table while the oven baked your favorite appetizers. “Alight so it’s your choice tonight. What streaming service are we using?”

“Amazon Prime.” You answer, grabbing the remote and loading up the app on his TV.

“Hm, different.”

“Eddie Munson, get ready to watch one of the best film of the 80’s. Personally, one of my favorite’s. Not only is it one of my favorite’s but the soundtrack is perfect is every single way.”

“Okay, so what’s it called?”

“Streets of Fire. A rock and roll fable.”

“If it’s one of the best movies of the 80’s why have I never heard of it?”

“Have I also mentioned it is very underrated?”

“Well now you have. Okay, press play.”

“With pleasure.” You press play and the movie begins.

An hour and half seem to pass like it’s nothing. You knew you were going to enjoy the movie but was curious to how Eddie would react. Every so often you would steal some glances at him, and his eyes never left the screen. Hell he never even got up to go to the bathroom or to get more food. “Well…what do you think?”

“That was…wow.”

“Wow good or wow bad? You’re killing me.”

“You weren’t kidding. I loved it. Why isn’t it more well known?”

“Beats me. My Dad showed it to me a few years ago.”

“Why didn’t you show me sooner?”

“Dunno, just came to mind one day and I figured it would be perfect for a movie night and well, here we are. Plus like I said the soundtrack is one of my favorites, I listen to is constantly.”

“Good choice, good choice.” He nods his head in approval and you smile. “Come on, let’s get this place cleaned up.” As you both continue to tidy up you can’t help but think of how Eddie won’t be joining you and your friends for prom.

“Hey.” He looks at you. “Are you sure you don’t want to come to prom with us? It really is going to be fun.” He just laughs and shakes his head. “Eddie…”

“I’m not going hun. I’m sorry, I just don’t want too. None of you can convince me otherwise.” You accept defeat. As much as you want him to join you you know it’s going to be difficult to talk him into going. It’ll take a miracle to get him there. So you figured from that point on you shouldn’t waste your time.

The end of the night arrived and it was time for you to head back home. You give him a quick hug and he watches you walk back to your car. When you safely enter he closes the trailer door. As your phone connects to car, I Can Dream About You by Dan Hartman pops up as your first shuffled song. “Huh, that’s funny.” You sing along to your favorite song from Streets of Fire and drive on home.

2 New Notification

Nancy - I’m sorry but Robin is about to text you about dress shopping, just wanted to warn you.

Robin-HEYYYY WE’RE GOING DRESS SHOPPING TODAY AND YOU CAN’T TELL US NO SEE YOU LATER OKAY BYEEEEEEEEE.

“I can’t believe you pulled me out on a Saturday to go dress shopping.” You, Robin and Nancy are standing outside your local mall.

“Ladies,” Robin turns to you both, “I’m what you would call a fashionista.”

“You most certainly are not-” “Far from it actually-” You and Nancy answer at the same time.

“Okay okay, I get it. But you will thank me later when I help pick out your dresses. Now, let’s go girls.” She struts herself into the mall. You and Nancy (again at the same time) roll your eyes and follow right behind her, passing all the local shops until you reach the dress shop.

“This is my own personal nightmare.” You whisper to yourself.

“Heard that, and trust me. Don’t you trust me?” Robin asks.

“NO.” Again, you and Nancy speak in unison.

“Please stop doing that, it’s freaking me out. Now, leave me to my duties. I shall be back in a jiffy.” Nancy takes a seat at the front of the store while you lean against the glass wall.

“Do you really trust her with this shit?” You look over at Nancy who’s scrolling through her phone.

“Honestly no, but we had no choice but to be here or we wouldn’t hear the end of it. So let her have her fun. Who knows, maybe she’ll find us some good choices.”

Turns out Robin was good with fashion if she put her mind to it. She picked out a few dresses for Nancy which she tried on, settling on the third choice. Once it was your turn, Robin led you to your dressing room, closing the curtain. “Um, Robin there’s only one dress in here.”

“I know, try it on. I have my reasons.” You look over the dress, touching it with ease. You admire how pretty it really is and thought you would pick it out yourself if you saw it on the rack. You quickly change out of your clothes into the dress, only to find your having trouble with the zipper.

“Hey, need help with the zipper. Can’t seem to reach.” You open the curtain and Robin quickly helps, then taking a step back.

“Whoa.” This time, it’s her and Nancy speaking at the same time.

“Whoa good or whoa bad?”

“Whoa good. Look at yourself.” You turn around towards the mirror and step onto the pedestal. You were never for dressing up but this dress was just, perfect.

“Damn Robin, you out did yourself.” You complaint her work, turning around and admiring how the dress fits you perfectly.

“I told you, I have my reasons.”

“And those reasons were?”

A familiar song starts playing in the store.

“Well for one, the dress is just you. And two-”

“Wait, wait sorry. Hold on.” You point your finger to the speaker and smile. “Sorry, I just love this song.”

“Okay, random.”

“What song is it?” Nancy seemed curious.

“It’s called I Can Dream About You. It’s from the 80’s, it’s actually from one of my favorite soundtracks.”

“What movie?”

“Streets of Fire? Why are you questioning me so much?”

“Because I knew this sounded familiar. Mike was listening to it in his room. When I asked him about the song he said Eddie told him to listen to it.”

“He, he did?”

“Yeah, he said they all started talking about movies and Eddie brought it up. He said he watched it with you-”

“WHICH leads me to reason number two,” Robin interrupts, “this dress will knock Eddie off his feet.”

“Very funny Robin.” You step down and cross your arms.

“I mean Robin isn’t wrong, Eddie would love this on you.” Nancy agrees, looking you up and down.

“When did this fantasy about Eddie and I start?”

“Oh please, we’ve all known since we were like 15. You belong together, and we all think it.”

“And we all is…?”

“Everyone in our group, even Eddie. But of course he won’t admit it himself because he’s stubborn and men never admit their feelings.”

“Robin-”

“Hush,” she covers your mouth “it is my mission to get you both together by the end of senior year. Also,” she uncovers your mouth, “this song is clearly a sign.”

“Okay Robin you’re loosing it-”

“Oh come on! Don’t you think it’s coincidental that you hear this song while shopping and then learn how Mike was listening to it after you just happen to show Eddie this movie a few weeks ago?” She perks her head to the side, she once again, wasn’t wrong.

“Well-”

“Tell me I’m wrong.”

“You’re not. And after Eddie and I watched it, it was the first song to pop up on my shuffle.” Robin raises her arms to the sky.

“See?! It’s fate. It’s going to happen I can guarantee it. I will work my magic. Now, let’s go pay for these beauties.” She once again struts her way this time to the cashier.

“And do you have a say in all of this?” You ask Nancy.

“Well, the dress is gorgeous. And I also think you and Eddie belong together. That’s all.”

“Awesome, great thanks. Can you please unzip me?” Nancy helps as you make your way back in and get dressed back into your normal attire.

Senior Week had finally arrived, which meant prom was on Friday. Today was a half day for the senior class. It was also the day you found out your special jobs. Thankfully being the wonderful teacher she is, Mrs. K kept you and your friends together and assigned you to help decorate apart of the gym the morning of. Your last event of the day was lunch. “So, what’s this big news you have to share Jonathan?”

“Wait until Eddie comes and I’ll let you all know.” After a few minutes, Eddie sits himself next to you taking out his headphones.

“Sorry, got held up in the library working on an assignment. What’s your big news?”

“I have a surprise for you guys.”

“And what would that be?” Nancy asks.

“Argyle is flying in from California to go to prom with us.”

“No way?!” “That’s awesome!” “Sweet!” Everyone seemed super excited about Argyle flying in, except for Eddie.

“Well, I’m sure you all will have fun together.”

“Come on Munson, you seriously don’t want to come?” Robin sticks out her lip.

“No no and fuck no. You can keep trying but nothing is going to convince me to go.”

“You suck, you know that?”

“Nothing new.” He states.

Jonathan jumps back into the conversation to change the subject. “Yeah, he’s really excited about coming. He can’t wait to see you all.”

“We’re excited to see him too, it’s been so long. FaceTime and Zoom can only do so much.” You say.

“True. So, how was shopping for your dresses?”

“It actually went pretty well. Turns out Robin has an eye for fashion when she puts her mind to it.” Nancy answers.

“What do the dresses look like?”

You begin to answer, “Well mine is-”

“NOPE. Keep your mouth shut!” Robin yells.

“The heck is up with you?” Eddie asks.

“It’s all a surprise. You’ll have to wait until Friday to see how we look.”

“But I’m not even going.”

“Then you’re missing out.” Robin says matter-of-faculty. You knew what she was doing and you hated it, but you also wanted to see what the outcome would be.

“Whatever, you guys have fun. I’ll be home if you change your mind.” He says to you, picking up his stuff and leaving. When he was getting up he unlocked his phone and pressed play on a song popping in his headphones, you caught a quick glimpse of it and your eyes went wide. After he took a few steps away, they all look at you confused.

“What?” You ask.

“Why did it look like your eyes were going to budge out of your sockets?” Jonathan asks, concerned if anything.

“Oh, nothing. I’m fine.”

“You look like you saw a ghost just now. What gives?”

“I said it’s nothing-”

“You sure you’re okay?”

“Yes, thank you though.”

Robin smirks.

Prom Night approached a lot quicker then you expected. Senior Week flew by so quick you now found yourself at Nancy’s house with Robin getting ready. Peter Gabriel’s Your Eyes playing through the speakers in her room. You spent most of the morning at school getting your extra credit in with Mrs. K and other classmates. When 2pm hit the clock she dismissed and thanked you all for your hard work. Jonathan agreed to pick everyone up along with Argyle.

“I’m so tired from earlier I don’t think I’m going to make it through the night.” You say.

“Oh you’ll be fine. Once we all get there your energy will pick up.” Nancy says. You nod your head and continue working on your makeup.

“And that was Peter Gabriel’s Your Eyes on 102.7, hits from yesterday and today. I’m Michelle, your DJ for the next few hours. The all request zone is coming up, so call in or shoot us a text to get your fav songs on the air! I’ll be back after these messages.”

“Hm, that sounds fun. I’ll be right back.” Robin says as she exits the room.

“What does she mean?” Nancy asks.

“Beats me, maybe she’s going to the bathroom.” A few moments pass as Robin enters back into the room with a smile on her face, a few minutes pass until the DJ begins talking on the radio again.

“Alight everyone and we’re back. We had a few calls and texts coming in. I want to kick off our request zone with a message from a young lady named Robin! She called in for a message for a friend, quote ‘Please change your mind, you won’t regret it. She’s going to look stunning and gorgeous and you know you’re going to kick yourself for it.’ And with that, here’s her request ‘I Can Dream About You’ by Dan Hartman!” The song starts playing

“ROBIN WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?” You scream, dropping your eyeliner.

“Hey, you never know, Eddie could be listening. Plus, let’s flashback to yesterday shall we? You know damn well what you saw on his phone. He was listening to this song when he got up and you saw it on his lock screen, wasn’t he?” You stare at her. “Well?”

“Wait, is she for real?” Nanny questions putting down her hair supplies down, now entertained.

“…Yes. He was listening to it.” You admit, looking down at the floor.

“SEE? I knew it. Fate, it’s going to happen. He’s showing up tonight.”

“No, he’s not. I know him better than you, he doesn’t listen to the radio that much. Mainly just his phone. There’s only one good rock station in this town and it’s rare he even listens to that.”

“Well I thought it was worth a shot. I guarantee he’ll come. I can feel it.” You just shake your head and continue with your makeup. “Anyhow, ladies. Let’s get glammed.”

After a few hours cooped up in Nancy’s bedroom, you all found yourselves taking photos in the Wheelers living room.

“You girls look so beautiful, so grown up!” Mrs. Wheeler wipes away a tear while clicking her photo button multiple times.

“Okay Mom, that’s enough.” Nancy states.

“Oh one more please?!” DING DONG.

Nancy whispers a small “thank god” as Mrs. Wheeler gets the door to greet Jonathan and Argyle.

“What up my Hawkins family?!” Argyle enters with arms wide open. You, Nancy and Robin all run to him and engulf him in the biggest hug.

“We’ve missed you! We’re so glad you came for this!” You say.

“I’m glad too! Jonathan gave me an offer I couldn’t refuse.”

“Yeah yeah, you all look great by the way.” Jonathan bows to you all as Argyle follows along. Mrs. Wheeler insists on taking more photos together and you all agree because you can see she’s still so emotional.

“Okay, I’ll let you all go. You have fun, stay safe and text me updates please!” You all then give her a hug when you hear honking coming from outside the house.

“What the hell is that?” Ronin questions looking out the window. “Oh, no way.”

“Yeah, I came barring gifts my friends.” Argyle leads to the front door.

“COME ON SENIORS, WE’RE GOING TO BE LATE.” And there you see Steve, leaning up against a car.

“Oh you can’t just stay away from Hawkins even after you graduated can you Harrington?” You yell to him, walking out and meeting him.

“And miss all my friends going to their senior prom? Never, come here.” You give him a hug and look at the car.

“Whose car?” Robin points to the shiny black car.

“Argyle rented it for you guys for the night, and I will be your chauffeur.”

“You didn’t have to do that.” Nancy says to Argyle.

“It’s no problemo, figured it can be my thank you to you all for the invite and for Jonathan letting me crash at his place so I didn’t have to stay at a hotel.”

“Look at the time, let’s get you guys to prom. I’m driving, so I’m playing DJ.” Steve opens the back door for everyone as you pile in and make your way towards Hawkins High.

Approaching the school was overwhelming. There were teachers, parents and cars everywhere. It took awhile for Steve to pull up to the entrance but you finally made it. After parking the car Steve turns around to face you all. “Okay kids, prom ends at midnight and I will be here on the dot to pick you up. No later than that okay?”

“Thanks Dad. See you then.” Robin says rolling her eyes, a specialty of her’s at this point. You all exit the car and make your way into the gymnasium.

“Place looks great, our hard work paid off.” Jonathan states, looking around.

“You all did this?” Argyle asked in amazement.

“Well some of it yes.” You answer.

“Rad.”

The night rolls on smoothly. You’re all horribly dancing to terrible TikTok hits and overplayed songs on the radio, but that’s not stopping you from having a good time. Although every time you would greet a fellow classmate, the majority asked where Eddie was. It hurt but you can’t say you didn’t try. You even tried to request a few songs to the DJ but he just looked at you like you had three heads. However when you requested Taylor Swift he was happy to oblige.

“I’m going to go get some water, anyone want any?” You yell over the music.

“No but we’ll meet you over by the tables, we need a break.” Robin says, pointing to where they’re going to be. You give her a thumbs up and head over to the water table, filling your cup and taking a huge gulp. Who knew dancing would take up this much energy.

“Hey there sonny!” Mrs. K comes on over standing next to you.

“Hi Mrs. K! You look beautiful.”

“As do you! How’s your night going?” Mrs. K seemed a little too upbeat and standing a bit too close. Smelling her breath you knew she definitely had a few to drink before arriving.

“It’s going great. We’re having a fun time.”

“Awesome! Hey, I meant to ask you all earlier. Where’s that Munson kid?” She looks around the dance-floor.

“He’s not coming. He had obligations set already.”

“Ah, shame, I thought for sure he would be your date.” She playfully hit your arm raising her eyebrows.

“Yeah everyone seems to keep telling me that.” You take another sip of your water.

“Shame shame shame…” She begins to dance and sing, …”sHAME SHAME SHAAMEEE…”

“Here Mrs K,” you hand her a cup of water, “I’m going to go find my friends.” You quickly walk away and return to your group.

“What’s up with Mrs. K?” Jonathan asks.

“I think she may have had some drinks before coming in tonight.”

“Why am I not surprised?” Nancy laughs.

“Yeah I thought something was off about that lady. Is she always like that?” Argyle asks.

“YES.” You all answer in unison, laughing even harder. You all notice the DJ slowing the songs down, indicating it was time for some slow dancing to take place. You all look at eachother, shake your heads and sit on down. You start conversations about your senior year, how Argyle’s school year was back in California and small talk when you notice a familiar song starting to play.

I Can Dream About You starts playing over large speakers.

“Oh my god, you have got to be kidding.” You say, shaking your head and placing it in your arms on the table.

“What?” Jonathan asks.

“Nothing, it’s this song playing.”

“What about the song?”

“Fate…” Robin says, looking behind you.

“What do you mean fate?” Jonathan was very confused.

“Fate for what?” Argyle was also very confused.

“Fate…” Nancy says.

“What is going on?! And how is the DJ playing this song right now?!” Nancy and Robin nod and point towards the opposite side of the room. You turn around to look and there standing across the way in a dark red button up, black pants and boots is Eddie.

“Holy shit…”

“FATE, I KNEW IT. GO GO GO.” Robin pushes you up. You straighten out your dress and begin to walk towards him. He begins to walk towards you and you meet in the middle of the dance-floor.

“Hey.” You speak first.

“Hey.” He answers.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

“Well, a little birdie told me you would look stunning and gorgeous and I just couldn’t pass up that opportunity now could I?” He takes your hand and spins you around to get a better look at you.

“Wait, you actually listened to the radio?”

“Glad I did this time.” Smiling he takes your hand, grabs your waist and you both begin swaying together to the music.

“I can assure you I didn’t put her up to it.”

“I believe you, Robin has balls.” You laugh and look back up at him.

“You look handsome by the way, I’m really glad you showed up.”

“Thanks, me too.” He says quietly. You both continue to dance together, soon enough leaning your head against his chest and listening to his heartbeat. You felt like you were on cloud nine, in a dream. Once the song faded out you separate but he pulls you into a hug, leaving a light kiss on the top of your head. You thought you were going to melt but kept it together.

“By the way, how did you get the DJ to play the song? I requested stuff earlier and he looked at me like I was crazy.”

“I may have slipped him a $20.”

“Eddie Munson you are something else.” You say. You grab his hand and lead him over to the table.

“You actually made it!” Robin gets up first pulling him into a hug followed by Nancy and then Jonathan and Argyle.

“What made you change your mind?”

“Change of heart, that’s all. Plus it’s halfway over.” He shrugs. He wasn’t going to admit he heard the message on the radio, he didn’t want to give Robin the satisfaction.

“Are you surrrre that’s the only reason why? Huh Huh?!” Robin smirks. Now she’s having way too much fun.

“Hey, you guys did a great job by the way. Place looks awesome.” Eddie points around the room trying so hard to change the subject.

“Thanks, I think we did pretty good.” You say looking around as well.

“So, now what?”

“We dance some more. The night is young my friends!” Robin twirls and starts making her way back to the dance-floor.

“Actually it’s 11:15 so it’s almost time to go.” Argyle yells following her, as does Nancy and Jonathan.

“I was actually going to ask if I can steal you for the rest of the night after this is over.” You smile and look down at the floor. Again, cloud nine. Butterflies and all.

“Movie night?”

“Movie night.”

“COME ON LOVEBIRDS A FEW MORE SONGS PLEASE.” Robin yells, you shrug your shoulders grab his arm and pull him into the crowd against his will.

The stroke of midnight soon hit and everyone began to leave. You and your friends exit and find Steve leaning up against his car waiting just like earlier.

“Hey Munson, I didn’t know you were coming.” Steve says, shocked to see him.

“Yeah I didn’t think I was going to make it either but I did.” He says.

“Alright kids, where to? The diner, home, a party?”

“The diner please, I’m starving.” Argyle says.

“You’re always hungry Argyle.” Jonathan laughs getting in the car. Steve makes his way over to the drivers side.

“I’m going with Eddie, so I’ll see you guys tomorrow.” You tell them.

“Okay, drive safe!” Everyone says their final goodbyes as you and Eddie walk over to his van. Ronin leaves you with a wink and pointed finger guns, as you flip her off in the process.

The ride back was calm, as music quietly played in the background. As you approach the trailer, you see Wayne exiting the front door.

“Hey Mr. Munson.” You say walking up to him.

“How many times do I have to tell you, it’s Wayne?” He laughs pulling you into a hug.

“I can’t it’s too weird.”

“Well would you look at you. Absolutely beautiful.”

“Thank you.”

“Did y’all have a good time?”

“Yes, yes we did. Glad it’s over.” Eddie answers walking over to you both.

“I’m glad to hear that. Well I’m off too work. You both have a goodnight, don’t have too much fun now…”

“Wayne come on…” Eddie sighs walking over and unlocking the door.

“It was good to see you Mr. Munson. Have a safe night at work.”

“Thank you sweetheart.” He nods his head and leaves. You follow behind Eddie and enter.

“I’m going to get you a change of clothes.”

“Great thanks.” You sit on the couch and take off your shoes, thankful you no longer have to wear them any longer. Eddie walks back out with some clothes in his hand.

“Here you go, the bathroom is all yours. I’m going to get changed in my bedroom.”

“Thanks.” You make your way into the bathroom, only to realize you need help with the zipper. “Shit. Hey Eddie?”

“You okay?”

“Yeah I just need help with my zipper.” You meet him outside the door, he comes out in pj pants and no shirt. You immediately turn around to so your eyes don’t wonder. “It’s uh-”

“I see it don’t worry.” You feel him slowly taking the zipper down your side, holding onto the dress so it doesn’t fall in the process. Your breath starts to pick up and you have to talk yourself into slowing down. You’ve seen him shirtless countless times but this feels different. “Okay, you’re good.”

“Thanks again-” You start to walk back into the bathroom when you feel his hand catch your arm.

“Wait.” You turn around looking up at him. And before you could ask what he wanted, your lips crash. You’re shocked, excited and turned on all at the same time. This is something you’ve wanted, craved for a few years now. Constantly suppressing your feelings because you thought you were crazy, but this, you couldn’t even believe it. Without thinking you wrap your arms around his neck and move in closer, you swore time stopped. As you both part slowly, your dress falls to the floor. “Oh shit!” Eddie covers his eyes and turns around. “I promise I didn’t see anything.” You laugh and bring the dress back up covering yourself again.

“It’s okay. Um, I’m going to get changed now.”

“Yeah you do that I’ll find a movie.” You head back into the bathroom, lock the door and take the deep breath you were holding in. Replaying the moment in your head and doing a tiny happy dance in the process. Eddie gave you pair of pj pants as well with an old Iron Maiden shirt. You lay your dress over the tub and find some makeup remover in the cabinet. You knew Eddie sometimes wore a bit of eyeliner when he played his shows with Corroded Coffin, sometimes you even helped him out with his own fear of poking his eye. After taking off your makeup and cleaning yourself up you headed back out to the living room to find Eddie on his couch scrolling through Netflix.

You slowly approach him. “Eddie?” He looks up at you. “I really don’t want to watch a movie.”

“I was hoping you would say that.” He gets up and practically runs to you once again connecting his lips to yours, quickly picking you up as you wrap your legs around his waist. You part from his and lean your head against his. “What took us so long?”

“Stupid teenager hormones? Peer pressure? Finally realizing your true feelings?” You answer.

“Sounds about right.” He laughs, kissing you again and walking you both back to his bedroom without breaking the kiss.

The morning sun was peaking through the window. You squint your eyes and look over at the clock on the nightstand. 8:25am. You rub your eyes and start to get up when you feel some extra weight on you. Eddie’s arm was wrapped around your waist, not giving you enough movement. You smile to yourself and bring yourself closer to him, only to feel him wiggle.

“What time is it?” He asked in a sleepy voice.

“Almost 8:30.”

“Fuck, that’s so early.” He responds pulling you closer.

“It’s really not.” You reply laughing at how sleepy he is. You reach over to your phone on the nightstand and see some text messages.

Robin-Are you awake yet??

Please tell me you’re awake I know it’s 8am but plz.

HHHEEELLLOOOO?

PLZ ANSWER IM DYING TO HEAR WHAT HAPPENED LAST NIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I’m awake NOW.

(unsent) Just please don’t call-

Too late, Robin started a FaceTime call.

“Buckley?” Eddie asks.

“Yup. Can I pick up?”

“Might as well. She should be the first to know.”

“Know what?”

“That we’re kinda official now?” You blush and pick up the phone trying to hide Eddie from sight.

“Hey Robin.”

“HOLY SHIT I’M DYING WHAT HAPPENED?”

“Robin calm down it’s still early and-”

“And we’re just waking up together in the same bed. Can we please call you back after we have some coffee?” Eddie comes into frame. Robin has the biggest grin and smile on her face.

“FINALLY! GUYS THEY DID IT. THEY’RE FINALLY-” Eddie reaches over and presses the hang up button.

“Hey-”

“Hey nothing. I want you to myself this morning.” He flips you so you’re facing him and brings you into a kiss.

“Did you mean it?”

“Mean what?”

“That we’re official.”

“Well I think the proper way would be to take you on a few dates, then ask you to be my girlfriend then sleep together but considering we went out of order I just kind of figured you wouldn’t mind.”

“No no, not at all.” You laugh bringing him back down for another kiss. “But I will take you up on that coffee.”

“Will do.” He gets up and starts to head out to the kitchen.

“WAIT.”

“What what?”

“Put some clothes on.” You say throwing him his pants from the night before.

“Yeah that would have been awkward when Wayne gets home.” He slips them on. “By the way, my alarm is going to go off at 8:45 so you can just hit the button.”

“Okay.” You get up yourself and find the clothes he gave you on the floor. As you’re getting dressed, Eddie’s alarm goes off with the radio going off. Right when the song begins to play, Eddie runs back into his bedroom and you just stare at the clock.

🎶 I don’t understand it, can’t keep my mind off loving you 🎶

“You have got to be kidding.” You whisper.

“I uh, I think we have a song.” Eddie says, looking over at you.

“Yeah, yeah I think we do.”

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Day 8: Breeding | Try for a Baby

Pairing: Namjoon x Fem!Reader

Genre: EROTIC LITERATURE 🧐

Words: 1.2k

A/N: DOUBLE POST I AM FEEDING YALL HUNGRY ASSES! Edit: Updated cover because the last one didn't do him justice, I'd let him breed me all he wants if he approached me in the ICONIC red, DAMN!🎃 Kinktober 2023 m.list right here! 🎃

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“Awww, Minhi, your baby is adorable.” You cradle the baby in your arms, bouncing him on your knees as the toothless child smiles up at you, eyes twinkling with innocence. Your heart skips a beat. You love your new nephew.

“Yes, Junha is a sweetheart,” Minhi replies to you as she watches you play with her baby as her husband returned along with her brother.

“We got the food. Korean Fried Chicken good enough for ya, sis?” Namjoon asks while scratching his neck, setting the plastic bag of food on the dining table before making his way over to living room to see his nephew once more.

“Yes Joonie, that’s fine.”

“Hey honey.” Namjoon wrapped his arms around you for a quick hello hug as you carefully shifted the baby over in your own grasp. It seemed like he was watching how your husband interacted with you carefully.

“Welcome back. Isn’t Junha adorable? I’m sure those shoes you got for him will fit perfectly on his tiny wittle feet.” You say in a baby voice, making Namjoon raise his eyebrows but softly his confusion turns into happiness as a little smirk makes its way onto his face.

“Yeah, he is pretty cute,” Namjoon takes his nephew into his arms. “He kinda looks like me, makes sense since I am his uncle.” He said a matter-of-factly.

“You would make adorable kids.” You comment, meaning it only in passing. Namjoon gave you a double take when you weren’t looking. He’d been thinking of it before but now more than ever, especially after his sister went through the delivery, naturally…Namjoon made sure to wife you up, hard.

You met in the park, while he was taking his dog for a walk and you were jogging. You were mutually attracted to each other and after running into each other by accident a few more times, he asked you out on a date. You hit it off immediately, and within six months you were engaged. And about six more months later, you were married. However, you were still somewhat still getting to know each other. You learned new things about each other every year and this journey of marriage with him was fun for you. You love him, and you would literally die for him.

You never talked about children before though.

After three hours visiting Minhi and her family, you and Namjoon got back to your own home, sighing and sitting down on the living room couch with two glasses of wine. You stare into his eyes while you both went through your nightly routine as newlyweds. It had only been five months, and you were barely a year into your marriage anyways.

“Y/N, you ever thought about having kids of our own someday?” Namjoon asks as he rubs your hands soothingly.

“Not particularly but….have you?”

“Yeah. I’ve always wanted to be a dad.” Namjoon says.

“Well, would you like to make one?”

“What?”

“Make a baby. With me.” You were HALF-joking. Only slightly. But then again if it meant you could get dicked down really well by your husband you were seriously in love with, you didn’t give a shit.

“Y/N?” You straddle his lap, staring into his eyes to ensure he knew you were 100 percent serious.

“Oh…Joonie.” His name rolls off your tongue easily as he moved his hands down the sides of your thighs, before slowly brushing his fingers against your inner thighs.

“You’re seriously…” You didn’t let him finish his sentence before pressing your lips against his in a heated manner. You want him, now.

“Joon, let’s try for a baby, right now.”

“Y/N, we…we can’t just…do that. We have to talk about it…” He rubs your thighs while staring into your eyes. You could tell he was struggling to hold himself back.

“Fuck a baby into me, honey.” Nothing more needed to be said as the primal desire filled your husband’s eyes as he finally gave in.

“You want to be bred that bad?” Namjoon’s deeper rasp comes out as he grabs your thighs, sinking his nails into them.

“Yeah..” You rock forward, rubbing your body against his, desperate to feel some relief from the friction of your panties rubbing on his clothed cock. Your clit is throbbing.

“You’re so needy for my cock, aren’t you, honey?” Namjoon asks, as he continues kneading your thighs as he had been for a few minutes as you grinded against him. Until you were begging. “Beg for it, beg for me to fill you with my cum,” You stop grinding against him and undo his belt, pulling off your dress and your panties slowly when Namjoon suddenly holds your arms, keeping you from sliding your panties fully down. “Y/N, beg for it.”

The dominance in his gaze awakened something within you as you look up at him. Fierce brown eyes piercing into your e/c ones. Your breathing quickens.

“Breed me, Joonie. Put a baby in my belly…I beg of you. Do it quickly….please….I can’t wait any longer…”

“Course, sweetheart.” Namjoon smirks with a shit-eating grin before ripping apart your panties with his bare hands and sliding his cock into you instantaneously, and the deed was done. He’s inside, partly.

“Oh god,” Your eyes roll back. “Shit…” You close your eyes as your husband continues thrusting upwards, reaching, reaching for the back of your womb. “ Mmmm, gimme that sweet semen of yours, Joonie.” You whine, bucking your hips at the same time, your eyes filled with nothing more than lust for the man in front of you.

He digs his fingers deeper into your flesh, your thighs burning from both how he gripped you but also the sheer force of his movements. Underneath, your thighs smacked against his. Over and over, a raunchy rhythm of sorts, as you fuck your husband on the couch of your living room, your drinks long forgotten on the coffee table as he brought his hands up and stared up at you in bewilderment. He’d never quite seen you like this before, even on your wedding night. Reduced to a beautiful shell of a human being, only begging for his cock. HIS. He watches you as you move your hips along his, unable to tear his eyes away from the sight.

“Honey…” He calls out to you, almost in a strangled voice. “Baby?” He gulps.

“Don’t worry Joonie,” You breathe deeply, slowing down as he looks at you with concern in his eyes. “I have no intention of getting pregnant, but sometimes my breeding kink gets the best of me..” You say sheepishly. “Now how about it? Wanna attempt to impregnate me?” You ask.

“Thought you’d never ask,” Namjoon understands now. He grips your hips, pulling you back down. “Take the cock you were made for,” He thrusted hips even harder than before, making you squeal in pleasure. “Shall we try harder? Maybe I should hit it from a deeper angle?” You groan as he smacks your ass before picking you up, standing. You were fucked with a deep rot passion, eyes rolled back as he thrusted while throwing you up in the air, and you could only take it like the cocksleeve you were meant to be.

“Oh, Oh, Oh! Namjoon, NAMJOON!” He grunted, cum dripping from your hole as he fell back with you on top of him. His cock fell limp as you twitched on top of him.

“So, ready for round two?”

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✧Visionary

GIF by Ma3 (Edited)

Part 2 of ✧Visionary.

Pairing: Lo’ak/Neteyam x Omatikaya Reader

Summary: After the incident in which you almost died, Neytiri and Jake decide to give you a day off. While Sully’s kids thought that was a great choice, you, on the other hand, didn’t like it a bit.

More Info: In this part, we will also see how Mr. and Mrs. Sully treat you. same as Kiri, Tuk, Neteyam, and Lo'ak.

Theme: fluff, jealousy, blood, fear, angst, anxiety.

Word count: 3970

Warning: Expect some English errors, as English is not my first language.

Part 1 of: ✧Visionary

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"I don’t need to rest; I’m okay-"

"I know how you hate the sky people; I do as well. But you almost died, and we can’t let you go to the field yet; you still need to recover." Jake took a deep breath while cutting your words. "Just stay here and look for Tuk and the others."

"But Kiri can do that--" Once more, you tried to say you were refusing the Olo’eyktan words, but

Again Jake cuts you off, and this time he uses his command voice, "Please? Don’t make this hard on us; you’re a great warrior and a helper. But for now, stay here." He then gave you a look, telling you to accept.

You then glanced at Neytiri, but upon seeing her eyes giving you the same look, you could only look at the ground and say, "Yes, sir," with a final defeated sigh.

Not too far from where you are, four Na’vi and a human were watching your conversation with the Olo’eyktan and Tsahik, curious as to what Jake said to you that made you look so defeated.

"… Are they scolding Y/N?" Tuk asks, worriedly looking at her brothers and sister.

Before any of them could answer her, reassuring her that it wasn’t like that. But they didn't, because you arrived with those defeated eyes only to avert them on the ground. as Neteyam was about to ask you.

His father called him, announcing that it was time to patrol for the day.

"On it! Let’s go Y/N." Neteyam tried to bring you to him only to have you swift his hand away, and this made him confused.

He was about to ask you, but seeing your sad smile, he already knew the answer.

"I can’t join the patrol today; I was ordered to stay until my injury healed. Even though I tried to reason that it’s just a scratch, they still didn’t let me join." You chuckled as you said this.

"Hey at least, I’m still in patrol but instead outside it’s here where is watching Lo’ak preventing him another "trouble" You joked, bending your peace sign and saying the word "trouble" loudly.

"Haha, very funny." Lo’ak toning down how it’s not funny at all, rolling his eyes at you and indicating that he's not playing.

Seeing him act like this refreshed your memory, as he did it the same way when you two were still kids back then.

Chuckling at the memory you then sling your arms around his shoulder to which it startled him and as you smile, you said this words "And It’s been a long time since I hang out with this Skxawng" indicating not only Lo’ak but as well as Kiri, spider.

While spider chuckled watching the event in front of him, Tuk who was lost, Kiri sighing but smiled, Lo’ak after you said that rolled his eyes but flustered starting to form on his face.

As of Neteyam who pursed his lips but quickly smiled.

Neteyam then titled his head, and before he said anything, Jake called on him again.

"I will be there! and, oh, hey. After the patrol, the usual spot?"

It took you a second to understand what he meant; snapping your finger and letting out an "ah" sound indicates that you got it.

"Of course, and just so you know. Even if I have this bandage on my shoulder, I’ll still beat you at archery." You smirk already, knowing that you’ll beat him again since you won the final round.

Neteyam raised his eyebrow, smirking as well. "Will see-"

"Bro, don't turn around; Dad is about to explode." Lo’ak cutting Neteyam’s word pointing at the Na’vi behind him who’s clearly not having enough patient.

As you and the others bid him farewell, wishing him safety, so did Mr. And Ms. Sully, here you are asking them where they usually hang out, and the first to answer you was Tuk, who looks happy.

"We usually hang around in the jungle!"

"And what part of the jungle?" You asks switching to protective mode, but soon calm once Spider answered you but still, the protective mode is still there.

"Easy, Y/N, it's not far from here, and it's clearly safe, as we've been there for like many times," Spider shrugged, assuring you that it's safe.

"If you say so, but first I need to go to Mr. Norman, I have something to report."

They didn't argue about it, and as you four walked to the lab, Tuk on the side was called by Mo'at, who didn't want to go at first because she thought you'd leave her behind, to which you simply replied.

"Tuk, do not worry. I will make sure that you will be there…" Once she finally heard what you told her, you paused, first remembering some tragic memory, only to snap out of it when Tuk began to call you. Clearing your throat, you smiled at her.

"To make you believe my word, I will go fetch you myself, so go and see what Mo’at wants."

"Y/N, I always believe you." You smiled again and gently patted Tuk's hair, motioning to go see what Mo'at wanted.

Back to the present, while you were walking in front of Kiri, just behind you were Lo'ak and Spider, who were simply teasing Lo'ak about something that made Lo'ak slightly irritated.

"Bro, your too obvious you know that?" Spider chuckled as he said, nagging and annoying Lo'ak at the same time.

"Bro, the one whose obviousness is clearly him" was Lo'ak's comeback, mimicking Neteyam’s movement, to which Spider scoffed.

"Yeah right." Spider then moves closer to Lo'ak, wrapping his hands around the corner of his lips, seemingly whispering something to Lo'ak that only the two can hear. " Your face was covered in jealousy when he said the "usual spot."

"That’s just their training ground; I’ve been there."

"Whatever you say, bro," Spider thought about how unbelievable Lo'ak's gibberish is then sprinting in front of you and Kiri.

Before entering the said lab, you went into the tent first to see the avatar of the people who connected their heads to be in that avatar body. After Norm playfully hit Spider with a towel,

You only gestured how you wanted to report something. "Just go to the lab; I’ll follow." With a final nod, you continued walking, apologizing at the same time to the lady who told you all that.

"It’s for avatars only; go around!" At first, you eyed Kiri as she mimicked her, but you soon chuckled as that was a bit funny.

"Yeah, haha. Real hysterical guys. You know what really sucks though is that you can breath earth air for hours. "I can only breathe here for like 10 seconds."

"Yes, monkey boy. That’s really sucks, for you." Kiri teasing Spider who were grumbling a minute ago and just by their playful fight, you can’t help but smile at this.

"So… what do you need to report to Dr. Norm?"

"Oh, just the usual. I need to record the last event. Why?"

"Nothing, just asking."

You only shrugged your shoulder and as Norman greeted you all, it was time to tell him the report and how you will have to stay in for a week to rest and Neteyam would handle the rest of recording.

"Is that all?" Norm ask and once you nodded you began walking out of the lab going where the three was.

"Is everything fine?" You asks, as they suddenly went quiet.

"Y-yes, totally!"

"Everything’s fine here!" Spider and Lo’ak said obviously hiding something, and with a single glance at Kiri who immediately told you that it’s fine and how its time to go back.

They knew that if they brought up the topic they’re discussing a minute ago would bring you a lot of anxiety and fear what more your starting to return to your old self and they don’t want that to go back to being a cold shoulder.

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A week later.

After your bonding with Kiri, Tuk, Lo'ak, and Spider. It was time to go back to the air once again, even though Jake and Neytiri still didn’t want to, but as time passed, people from the sky began to get larger, and the three couldn’t handle it all or the warrior.

As you felt the cold breeze running through your arms and your hair following the wind, it was like you hadn’t ridden your Ikran for a whole year.

Neteyam, who was eyeing you the whole time, didn’t hide his smiling face; oh, how he missed flying with you beside him. and he won’t lie. Because at the usual spot where you and him train to shoot an arrow,

Even if he loses, for him, just seeing you smile is a win. When was the last time you smiled like that again? Now he knows what you meant when you two were little. It’s not the prize, but the quality time that you two have.

This wasn’t unnoticed by the two parents, who were clearly eyeing one another.

You all thought that this would be like a normal patrol, but when Lo’ak called through the radio to report about an unknown avatar that is clearly not of your own kind, Jake immediately asked where they were.

"We are at the old shack."

As soon as Lo’ak said those words, your ears twitched.

"Who’s we?" Jake asks.

"Me, Spider, Kiri… Tuk." There was a long pause, but when Lo’ak said the last Na’vi, you and Neteyam exchanged gazes, and worry was now plastered on both faces.

"Son, you listen to me very carefully. Pull back right now. Do not make a sound. Get the hell out of there. Move. Copy?"

"Yes sir, moving out."

"I know a good way, sir!" You exclaimed, nagging your head, motioning for them to follow you, and when your gaze fell on Neteyam, you only nodded.

He quickly moved aside, allowing you to come through first before following behind. In that time, the only thing on your mind is to arrive in time before this unknown avatar does something that you don’t want to imagine.

‘Hang in there’

As you land your Ikran safely, followed by Jake, Neytiri, and Neteyam. You were about to follow the couple, only for them to stop you and Neteyam.

"You two stay here with the Ikrans." Jake ordered.

"Dad, we’re warriors like you; we're supposed to fight."

"This is what we trained for-" You followed, clearly wanting to help, but Neytiri only called your name, giving you a sidelong glance and shaking her head.

"I won’t say it again."

With Jake's final order, you and him only agreed, but as soon as the couple walked away, Neteyam glanced back at them, and with that look, you clearly knew what was inside his mind.

Even though the Na’vi and people your saving is not blood related to you but being with them for almost your whole life.

"What do you say, just like we practice?" You said nagging Neteyam, and with just a smile from you, he already knew what you meant.

"Let’s do it."

Said otherwise.

While Jake and Neytiri had already killed half of the scouts here, you and Neteyam, gesturing with your hands for him to take the right wing while you took the left, carefully took your route, and you carefully climbed the tree.

Resting your back against the tree branch, you calmed your now beating heart as you glanced at the ground not too far from where the fake avatar was. You were about to shoot the avatar with a machine gun, but your mind quickly flashed back to the bad memory you had.

Fear and anxiety began to creep into your body, but they quickly vanished when you saw the next scene—the one you had only dreamed of not happening—showing up in front of you.

Like in slow motion, Neteyam was about to shoot another arrow after killing an avatar to save his mother when the machine gun pointed at him, and when it started shooting, you wanted to thank Jake as he saved him.

Without delaying anymore, you draw your bow and strike the avatar on the head and as it drop down on the ground you quickly jump away from your spot as some bullets are now redirecting to you.

"Another one! From behind!" One avatar screamed.

Cursing as you flee, you quickly dive on the side dodging every bullet but even if your in the bridge of dead here, in your mind. They’re all safe, and that's all that matters. True, Jake and Neteyam escaped safely, and thanks to your arrow for killing the avatar.

However, as soon as they heard that one avatar's scream and the continuation of a gunshot, their hearts began to race.

"We’ve got to go back. Y/N is in danger!"

"No, we can’t!"

"What? What do you mean-"

"Neteyam, we can’t just go back! It’s too dangerous!"

Neteyam tried to pass his dad, but Jake simply dragged him away, running away before the enemy spotted them, even though he was trashing away, screaming your name, asking once again to Jake to save you.

At that point, all Jake could do was run as far as he could. Because in his mind, even if his guilt is now eating him up, if he loses another one, he can’t stand that; he doesn’t want to lose anymore, so those are his mates.

The next thing they heard once they were far away was a loud booming sound, and just hearing that made the two of them face a dreadful feeling.

"No, No! Y/N!" Neteyam cried, tears dripping on his checks, fear and hurt visible in his eyes. Jake, on the other hand, only bit his lips and continued to run away.

Back at the previous spot, Miles Quaritch shot the bomb gun, aiming at Neytiri, who smoothly dodged it, and even if he tried again, he still missed, or so he thought when he searched the whole area, finding the boy from before.

Spider who was breathing badly because of lack of oxygen as the mask has broken due to falling off the tree, Quaritch didn’t think and immediately took spider with him.

"What about the other Na'vi?"

Quaritch thought first, and even if they shot her, by now she would be dead from bleeding. "She would be dead anyway. Fall back!"

As the blue team walked away from where they had taken Spider, not far behind them, at where the big tree stood, hid a Na'vi girl, covering her bleeding leg, cursing the pain and them for taking Spider away.

Once they took off, you began to let out a big exhale that you didn’t know you were holding. You tried to stand up, but because of the pain, you immediately fell down.

"Fuck," you thought, watching the blood gushing out, knowing that if you didn't move quickly, you'd die of bleeding.

With your last strength, you quickly rip off a tree leaf, using it as a bandage. You thanked Eywa for creating this leaf because it stopped your bleeding, but it’s not enough.

Even so, this gave you a lot of time to call your Ikran.

Back to Jake: after Quaritch and his team fly away, taking Spider with them, the family can finally breathe, but seeing Kiri and Neteyam's silent, tearful looks,

"Where’s spider?" Lo’ak asks.

"They took him, they took him." While Jake was attempting to console Kiri, she kept crying.

"W-where’s Y/N?" Lo'ak, who finally noticed your absence, asked Neteyam, who averted his gaze.

Neytiri also noticed it, asking, "Where is Y/N? Jake? Neteyam?"

Jake and Neteyam's silent looks and averted gazes were the only responses they received. "No, no." Neytiri began to flabbergast, expressing her fear and hurt, even if you were not her daughter.

She already treats you as one; Lo'ak, on the other hand, can only stare blankly ahead as if he's been turned off.

But upon hearing that familiar shriek they quickly look up at first they thought Quaritch has gone back but seeing that familiar Ikran and it’s vabriant (C/I) - color of Ikran.

They knew who this Ikran owner is, and without thinking as the Ikran land in front of them. Lo’ak was about to sprint to you, but Neteyam beat him to it, and when he held you in his arm, he carefully set you down.

Neteyam then quickly hugged you, phrasing the word in his mind and repeating the word "thank you, great mother," as soon as the couple saw you. Neytiri immediately went to your side, seeing your bleeding legs.

Bruised skin and clothes are almost tearing apart. She can’t help but scold you: "What were you two thinking?!"

"I-I’m sorry, ma’am-" you tried to say, but Neytiri only hushed you and quickly scooped you from Neteyam’s arms.

"We should go back and patch you quickly." Jake didn't even finish before Neytiri called for her Ikran and left with you in her arms. Beforehand, she told her family that she would go first.

As the bleeding is starting to get worse. In her mind, the only thing she could think of was, "Not again’ as the event in front of her was like the time when she couldn't save her sister.

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Back at home,

while you're resting inside Mo'at's shack after getting patched up. The sully kids looked worried when they saw your sleeping form.

Mo’at can’t help but sigh while watching her grandchildren's expressions. What's more, Neteyam didn’t want to leave your side and was always holding your hand, waiting for you to wake up.

It's been two days since the incident, and until now, you've been sleeping.

"Children go home and rest." I’ll look out for Y/N, especially you, Neteyam... you’ve been here since the beginning."

"I’m fine, grandma-"

But Mo’at only shook her head, pushing him away and gesturing for him to go already.

"Don’t worry, Y/N is strong," Tuk assured, trying to make Neteyam feel better.

When they return home, Tuk hears her parents' voices that sound like they are fighting, and she immediately crotches down, wanting to see what her parents are fighting for.

Same as Kiri, who gestured to the two Na’vi boys to keep quiet.

"I cannot; you cannot ask this." Neytiri calmly said, getting the bag on the corner wanting to get some more medicine for you.

Jake watching his mate act like this, even though it happen before but this time it’s more than before.

"I cannot leave my people. I will not." Neytiri continued to get up and go to where you are. But Jake stopped her from leaving; his hands are now on her wrist.

"He’s hunting us. He’s targeting our family... He already targeted Y/N; do you want it to happen again?"

"No! And even if he hunts us again, I will kill him the same way I did back then! My Jake. you can not ask this. The children and everything they’ve ever known—the forest. This is our home!"

Even if Jake is feeling fear right now, he needs to stay strong for his family. "He had our children; he had them under his knife; he almost successfully killed Y/N." Jake whispered loudly, pointing this out to Neytiri.

Lo'ak knows what his parents are feeling right now. He just wanted to kill this Quaritch, as they mentioned, and he felt guilty as he didn’t do anything at that point, only escaping from the enemy's grasp.

Neteyam also felt the same; if only he were strong enough, none of this would happen. You wouldn't be unconscious right now.

"But I know one thing: Wherever we go, this family is our fortress," Jake said, calming and reassuring Neytiri. At that point, all she can do is accept it.

A week later, while Jake was talking to Mo’at about their plan and the replacement for him, Neytiri and her children were packing to leave the fortress, even if it was painful for her. She must do so for the sake of her family.

"No, you rest. We can do this." Lo’ak said taking the bag from your hand.

After gaining your consciousness and learning how you will leave the forest, it saddens you. You first tell Jake and Neytiri that you will stay behind, as someone needs to look out for the clan, and as a member of the clan, it is your duty to do so.

As your purpose on the first place is to destroy every sky people and until now, you only did half of one percents.

"Y/N, you need to understand... You're not in the state to fight. Your legs almost gave up on you, but Norm and Max did their best to prevent that. If you fight more,... " Jake paused first, sighing deeply. "Your whole body will give up on you."

It was devastating for you; with all the training and hard work you put in, it all went to nothing. As the bullet they shot you has damaged some tissues and bones, it will take a month or so to recover.

Glancing down at your hand, you annoyingly clicked your tongue while clinching the cane. Norm and Max recommended it as you had begun to limp when you walked, and it will only go back to normal after it has fully healed.

"It’s okay, I can do it." You said that, but Lo'ak just looked at you, telling you not to be stubborn.

"Just sit here; we'll do the rest." Kiri appears, hand on your shoulder, directing you to a seat near the entrance.

You feel like a burden to them as you watch them pack the things they need to bring with your belongings in them; furthermore, you blame yourself for not being strong enough and for thinking of causing this.

"hey, you okay?" Glancing at Kiri, you displayed an assuring smile as you caused enough worry for them.

"Yes, I'm fine; what about you? How are you coping?"

"Still frightened, afraid to what they will do to spider, a-and… I thought we lost you." Kiri said tears were starting to build up, but once you hugged her, you murmured to her how you were still there and alive.

Making up some joke about how you gain another weapon, which is the cane beside you, and once you heard her chuckling voice,

Followed by a speech telling you how it would be effective to poke the enemy's eyes, you returned the laugh, but behind it, the guilt in your heart is still there.

At the end of the week, Tarsem was chosen as the next Olo’eyktan instead of Neteyam, who was supposed to be the next leader, but because of the sudden change, it changed.

Lo'ak and Neteyam were ready to catch you as you attempted to get on your Ikran, falling but quickly regaining your balance.

Neteyam and Lo'ak exchange a brief glance before averting their gaze, and soon began riding on their own.

Kiri, seeing everything, can't help but sigh, chuckling at these two Skxawng.

As you all took off, flying your ikrans through the sky, you couldn't help but look back at your former home, remembering all the good and bad memories you'd made there, and you could only hold your tears back and look in front of you.

If you ever go back, your only wish is that you'll be stronger than before.

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Part 3 is up! - ✧Visionary

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✧ Encounter /// ✧Sightseeing /// ✧Visionary

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siraene-archived · 2 years

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CHAMPAGNE CORSETS

miya atsumu loved you since the very beginning, yet he never chose to do anything. a mere corset wrapped around your body was the one thing able to assist him in confessing his feelings for you.

miya atsumu x reader | 1.3k words

tooth-rotting friends to lovers fluff, edited

— crossposted from ao3

sponsored events weren’t miya atsumu’s type of party.

especially when you have to constantly kiss people’s asses and plaster a fake smile on your face, it wasn’t his cup of tea. his jaw was aching and his stomach swirled from the amount of champagne he downed.

he wasn’t sure why he was here, standing in a crowd of men in suits who clinked glasses and chuckled over who knows what. all he knew was he wasn’t interested whatsoever and his eyes desperately scanned the room for someone to help him escape the misery he placed himself into.

after moments of searching, a sense of relief washes over him and a smile that was a bit too wide creeps up onto his face when he spots you, leaning against a wall with your own glass of the expensive cider in your hand.

maybe this night won’t be as bad.

atsumu excused himself from the crowd who barely acknowledged his departure and he strides his way towards you. your eyes catch him walking towards you and you give him a small wave to notify you noticed him.

the faux blond grinned and took the chance to make you laugh. he did a little twirl and placed his half empty champagne glass onto a tray a server was holding. you couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh in amusement while you watched the trick atsumu pulled off.

“did ya like that? was smooth, wasn’t it?” he boasted once he reached you, hands inside the pockets of his slacks. you rolled your eyes and let out a playful scoff, your attention caught by the people on the dance floor.

“as if, it was a bit sloppy, i think you can do better,” you replied, knowing full well it was pretty hilarious to watch him do something so silly.

your eyes turned back to face the tall man in front of you. you took in how perfect his black tux fitted on him with his tie loosely wrapped around his neck. you didn’t realize you were staring at him but atsumu caught you in the midst of it. he couldn’t help but ponder if you thought he looked good.

he was going to ask, but instead a teasing remark escaped his lips, “take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

you raised an eyebrow and let out a scoff in disbelief, “you wish, you’d probably start bragging if i did,” you retorted.

atsumu chuckled and shrugged with a stupid grin on his face. he took the time to admire what you were wearing, his eyes glancing up and down at your outfit.

“you look nice, i like the corset,” he complimented which to you tilted your head at and smiled.

“are you flirting with me, miya?”

“do you count that as flirting?”

“do you?”

atsumu shrugged, his smile never faltered once and he didn’t say anything more as he took one last glance at you before he looked away.

he eyed the people at the dance floor and smiled. his elbow nudged you and he nodded towards the crowd.

“let’s dance,” he suggested. you shook your head and laughed.

“i’m not a great dancer,” you declined his offer to which he grabbed your hand and pulled you towards the wooden floor.

"nonsense, i’ve seen you dance,” he replied, taking your other hand and started to groove to the music. you couldn’t help but let out another laugh and followed his movements.

“see? how dare you lie to me.”

“i did not lie, miya.”

he huffed and spun you around, keeping his pace relatively close to the beat of the music. the both of you danced and laughed once in a while, enjoying both of each other’s presence.

you broke away from him after a few minutes and patted his shoulder, “i’m going to the restroom, you’ll be okay by yourself, yeah?”

he slowly nodded, disappointed that his time with you came to an end. but instead of a frown on his face, he smiled at you and gave you a wink. “if ya need anything from me, holler and i’ll be there,” he pointed finger guns at you, happy to see that you laughed.

“hopefully you can hear me then, i’ll be devastated to see that my knight in shining armour didn’t come to my rescue,” you humoured and bid your goodbyes to the man before disappearing into the crowd.

atsumu sighed and his shoulders relaxed while he reached to rub the nape of his neck. he realized how cheesy and stupid he sounded, groaning into his hands while he walked off to the side.

maybe he could find you again and try once more, or maybe he should just leave you alone and keep the moment sacred.

he decided on the latter and dragged himself into another crowd. he attempted to mingle for a bit, only for it to last a few minutes and he found himself in a hallway away from the party. atsumu explored the venue for a bit until he stopped in his tracks.

he watched you try to grab something from your back in the middle of the hall. he made his way towards you and you noticed him almost immediately.

“oh my god, ‘tsumu you’re my saviour, can you tighten this for me please?” you questioned and turned around. he looked down and saw how loose the corset was on you. his hands took grasp of the lace and pulled on it.

he tried to be careful but his lack of knowledge on how to use a corset really didn’t help him in this case. he grumbled and turned you around by the lace to see if that would help him in any way. you yelped and placed your hands onto his chest.

atsumu apologized under his breath and finally secured the lace with a bow, hands resting against your waist. the both of you made eye contact, not sure what to say to each other.

you uttered a ‘thank you,’ hands still against his chest. you didn’t make an effort to pull away and atsumu swallowed. he gently grabbed you by the waist and pulled you in for a kiss, to his surprise, you gladly accepted it.

he pulled away and gasped for air. you both looked at each other with soft eyes and your cheeks flushed a dark red. “shit, i— sorry, i shouldn’t have kisse-” he panicked and moved away from you.

you grabbed him by the collar and grinned, “now that was smooth, ‘tsumu. didn’t know you had it in you.”

his mouth gaped open in offence and he furrowed his eyebrow, “obviously, i do! ‘m the smoothest on the team,” he scoffed and you snickered and his reaction.

“if you’re the smoothest, why did it take you forever to muster up the courage to kiss me, hm?”

atsumu was speechless and his face expressed a more offended face before he stared at you in surprise. “you were waiting for me?!” you laughed and suppressed your laughs by pursing your lips.

“possibly but, you can’t kiss me before a date, miya,” you pointed out and he started to heat up.

“i— fine.. would ya.. would ya..” he struggled and narrowed his eyes at you before he pulled you into another kiss.

you were the one to pull away this time and atsumu grumbled, “you and me, go out for food this week or something..”

“so demanding, miya.” you joked and he rolled his eyes, pressing his lips against yours.

“shut up, will ya?” he muttered against you, wrapping his arms around your waist while you snaked your arms around his neck.

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arachnoia · 10 months

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FORMULA 1 | SPIDERVERSE TEASER ☆

1998 | New York City

In which you turn suspicious of your cousin Miles after his behavior one day and follow him, only to find out he’s part of a racing gang.

…

Your heart raced as he looked at you, his red eyes piercing into yours before shifting his gaze to Miles. and pointing at you.

“Mira, Morales. What did I say about bringing girls here?”

Miles’ eyes widened as you pursed your lips, “Did he just say, girls? As in plural? Miles, I swear to god I’m gonna beat your ass and all of these bitches-”

“Yo sis-” Miles kept shaking his head frantically as if he was petrified, which he looked like he was.

“How could ya keep this from me? I taught you how to drive, how to-”

The man then looked at you and raised his eyebrow before placing his hand on your chin, “Look. You either shut your pretty little mouth or we get into problems, and I won’t hesitate to involve your hermanito either.”

He raised your chin to face him up even more until you saw a tattooed arm with a punk spiked bracelet hold his arm.

You looked over to the man and he winked at you before having a staring contest with the other man holding you.

“Hands off the girl, mate. If she taught Miles how to drive, then maybe we could use her to some advantage…”

The man with the bracelet gripped at the other’s hand until he finally let go of your chin and rolled his eyes

Bracelet guy peered at you and smiled again, “Sorry I didn’t introduce myself! The name’s S-Punk, but you can just call me Hobie and this scary grump is Miguel.”

You slightly smiled at him due to his cute British accent in which he returned the smile.

Miguel glared at the sight and scoffed, “How in puta madre is this little girl going to help us? Prolly doesn’t even know what horsepower is-”

You glared at him and scoffed, “This ‘little girl’ has worked with over 500 cars in her 23 years of living so don’t think for a fucking second that I don’t know what I’m talking about.”

You grabbed him by the collar of his shirt to face you and felt his minty breath against your lips. His nonchalant face slightly shifted with him pursing his lips at how close you two were.

“Come and try me, little boy.”

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i also made a lil playlist bc i’m so excited for this 😭

(edit) also here’s pt 1

#miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara x y/n #hobie brown #miles morales #gwen stacy #racing #across the spiderverse #spiderman 2099 #into the spider verse #miguel o'hara #spiderman #hobie x you #hobie x y/n

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honkytonk-hangman · 2 years

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Afterburn – V.max

Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x OC/Reader

Masterlist

Summary: “Let me come in?” he’s asking, adjusting his hands on your cheeks. He’s breathing hard, watching you carefully for a moment before he dips his lips back down to yours, chastely this time, almost like he couldn’t help himself. “Teddy?” he sounds nearly desperate, his voice making your senses snap back to the present.

Warnings: mentions of aviation crash, lots of kissing, not really smut, but mentions of it winky face. lots of flirty flirty flirty jake seresin

Notes: this has been lightly edited but if i look at it too much i wont post it!!!!! i hope you enjoy!!!!

Masterlist

You find yourself unable to resist smiling as Lieutenant Jake Seresin saunters cavalierly toward you, eyes locked on to yours unwaveringly ever since he’d spotted you from across the room.

You’re almost glad you haven't had a chance to speak to him yet tonight. You’d never seen him in his dress whites before, but you should have guessed he’d look even more dangerously handsome than he usually did.

By the time he’s stood in front of you, you’ve more than had the opportunity to get your rapidly beating heart and flip-flopping stomach under control, and yet the moment his broad, cocky little grin turns a shade softer, and he loses the wolfish glint in his eyes, your pulse is sent racing all over again.

He gives you a short salute, though you think it’s more out of habit than duty, what with the amount of Admirals and Generals in attendance.

“Fancy seeing you here,” Jake cocks his head slightly, his eyes flickering down to quickly take in your dress, before he’s meeting your eyes once more. You lift your brows, and look around you, as if you had only just noticed the sea of white dress uniforms that surrounded you.

“Me? Oh, I’m just here for a friend,” you tell him innocently.

“Huh. Lucky guy.” Jake says. You wait for the joke, but it never comes, he just stares down at you. Quickly, you gesture to his shiny new medal.

“Congratulations,” you say warmly. You’d already caught up with the others on Dagger Squad who'd been honoured tonight, but you and Jake had unfortunately kept missing each other between all the various people who’d wanted to talk to him tonight, so you hadn’t had the chance yet to say as much.

For a split second his eyebrows seem to twitch together into a frown, and his smile starts to fade, but the look is gone again in a blink, and his expression is once more easy-going and carefree.

He looks off to the side with a shrug, smirking slightly when he looks back at you.

“I should thank Bradshaw, if it weren’t for his daddy issues, I wouldn’t have had the chance,” he tells you, half rolling his eyes. If you weren’t already aware of the apologies shared between the two, you would have told him off, but as it is, you think even Rooster might’ve cracked a smile at that.

Instead, you roll your own eyes before stepping a little closer, hands reaching up to straighten and primp the collection of pins and shinies on his chest, already perfectly straight, but you can’t help yourself. Jake straightens as you do, lifting his chin a little, but his eyes never leave you.

“We’ll be getting our new orders soon,” he says quietly. His words make you pause briefly, and you blink, quickly finishing with his newest medal, and stepping back.

“You already know where you’ll be sent?” you ask, keeping your voice even. It was always inevitable that Dagger Squad would be sent their separate ways soon, you knew from the start, and yet you’re still surprised by the wave of grief that washes over you at the thought.

At least Mav was staying.

“Carrier, eighteen months,” Jake tells you with a grimace, watching you carefully. You smile as best you can, and let out a puff of air.

“Well, at least I’ll get my office back,” you say, trying your hardest not to think about how long eighteen months really was. Jake looks as though he wants to say more, but you get there before him.

“I’m really proud of you, you know that?” you ask him, wanting to amend that you meant you were proud of all of them, but you stop yourself. You were proud of him.

Jake’s expression falls and he stares at you blankly and blinking rapidly several times as if still trying to process what you’d said, his lips parting as if in surprise. You watch his reaction closely, having never seen him like this before. Sure, on occasion you’d be able to make him blush and stutter, but this wasn’t that, not by a long shot.

Jake swallows thickly, dropping his gaze to your shoes, and when he looks up at you again, he’s every bit the sweet Jake you’d come to know, not a single ounce of Hangman remaining, for now.

“Thank you,” he says at last, voice sounding a little dry, but he quickly clears his throat. You aren’t sure what you’d just witnessed, but you feel elated that you made it happen.

You check the time on your watch, and are able to excuse yourself just as Admiral Simpson approaches. Jake looks like he hasn’t finished talking to you yet, but you tell him you’ll see him in the morning, and make your exit while you still can, stifling a yawn or two on the way to your car.

An hour and some change later, you’ve happily showered and pulled on your sweats, groaning at the soreness of your feet from the heels you’d been wearing earlier. You’re considering absconding to your hobby room, to put a couple layers of paint on your most recent model jet, but a sudden frantic knocking on your door makes you freeze.

Frowning at the time, you cautiously tip-toe toward your front door, just as the knocking comes again. A quick look through your peephole makes you frown even deeper, but you quickly undo your chain lock, and pull open your door with no small amount of surprise.

Jake stands with his fist raised to knock again, and from the way he looks, your first thought is to ask him what was wrong. He’d changed since the ceremony, a simple navy sweatshirt and jeans replacing the dress whites of earlier, but his eyes were wide and his hair a little mussed, like he’d spent the past hour running his hand through it repeatedly.

You’re still processing his wild-eyed appearance before you, mind jumping to every worst-case scenario when you realise he’s kissing you, lips melding softly against your own, hands cupping both sides of your face gently despite the force of him crashing against you making you stumble back several steps. You let out a tiny yelp, purely from the shock of it, and he pulls back quickly, his eyes still wide and frantic, as if he were just as surprised as you about the sudden turn of events, but he doesn’t go far.

“Let me come in?” he’s asking, adjusting his hands on your cheeks. He’s breathing hard, watching you carefully for a moment before he dips his lips back down to yours, chastley this time, almost like he couldn’t help himself.

“Teddy?” he sounds nearly desperate, his voice making your senses snap back to the present.

Nodding as best you can with his hold on you, you open your mouth to answer him out loud, but he seizes your permission the moment you give it, and your words get swallowed up when he kisses you again.

You can’t help but laugh against his lips as he hurriedly walks you backwards, far enough to kick your door closed behind him, and you curl a hand up over his shoulder, into the hair at the back of his neck. It was as soft as it looked, and you smooth it over.

It wasn’t as if you hadn’t thought about this in the time you’d known him, in fact, you dedicated a lot of time to trying to not think about this exact scenario. You had lung disease, but you weren’t blind, Jake was hot, and given the nature of your friendship, the constant quipping back and forth, it was only getting harder to ignore the chemistry. You’d wondered if he’d struggled similarly, but you hadn’t been certain.

Any trace of doubt disappears when his own laughter mingles softly with your own, a soft and breathy sound that you’ve never heard from him before. Your back bumps into a wall, and your kiss slows, turns a little sweeter even as he deepens it.

You crane your head back further, and Jaketakes this as permission to move his hands from your face at last, one of his arms moving to press against your back, the other tracing the length of your own arm until he reaches the place where you’ve absently grabbed a fist full of his sweatshirt. His hand covers your own, squeezing gently, and without even thinking, you release his shirt, and let your fingers tangle with his own.

You honestly couldn’t say what you were expecting when he’d shown up, kissed you, and begged you to be let in, but you realise a part of you had assumed this was going to be a purely physical thing. His fingers weaving with yours tells you otherwise.

Jake squeezes your hand again, and you almost let out a sound of complaint when he pulls his lips from yours, but he quickly manages to console you as if can tell, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. He leans his forehead against yours, and at last seems to breathe. When you open your eyes, you half expect him to be staring down at you, but his eyes are closed, and you can’t stop yourself from tilting forward to kiss him again, soft and quick, keeping your eyes open to watch the way his lips twitch into a smile even as you pull back again.

You finally take note of how hard he’s breathing, but more importantly, how hard you were breathing, and the spots that appear in your eyes as you blink quickly.

“Don’t laugh, but we gotta slow down… I’m kinda dizzy, and I don’t want to faint– or worse…” you trail off, swallowing your embarrassment at the thought of going further and needing to stop thanks to the symptoms of your various conditions. You wanted whatever this was, and if you had to take a bit of the sexiness out of it by warning him first, then you would.

Jake frowns lightly, eyes finally opening so that he can peek down at you.

“Why would I laugh?” he asks, and though amusement dances in his voice, you get the impression it isn’t because of what you’d said. He pulls his forehead off of yours, so he can look down at you fully, his gaze hungrily taking you in, pressed against his body and the wall, your head tipped back for him still.

He hums appreciatively, and dips down again. The hand in yours adjusts to hold it tighter, and at the same time, he leans forward to press a soft kiss into your hairline, making your stomach flutter.

“Hmm?” he practically purrs, pulling back to look down at you again, his eyebrow raised. You nearly huff in bitter annoyance when his familiar cheshire smirk forms. You’ll never be able to see it the same way, and you know it’s going to take some work to be able to brush it off in public again, the way you were now used to.

You don’t though, because as much as you know you’ll struggle, you know you’re going to enjoy his unbearable smugness even more. You do let your brows crease into a small frown though, and purse your lips.

“What?” you demand a little too forcefully, which only makes his own brow arch more, and he tips his head.

“Why would I laugh?” he repeats himself, and you blink at him, at his wanting an answer.

“Because… because I lose my breath easily? Because if I get too worked up I’ll probably pass out?” you reply hotly, not hiding your displeasure that he was making you spell this out.

Jake’s smirk morphs into something very akin to solemnness, but definitely isn’t at all.

“Neither of which are a laughing matter,” he says, and despite his stony expression, his voice still sings with humour. “In fact, you should know I take both very seriously.” He shifts against you, bringing the hand pressed against your lower back up between your shoulder blades.

You can’t help but narrow your eyes at him. You lean back as best you can, fixing him with an actually serious look, aided by the anxiety you felt crawling into your gut now.

“Jake, I’m serious, I have pulmonary hypertension– I could faint, or start coughing, or get chest pains and–” your voice cuts off sharply, and likely only as a result of your rising nerves, you quickly pull your head to the side as a light cough scratches at your throat in demonstration.

Jake pulls back then too, though not completely. His hand on your back begins patting, then rubbing soothingly, his face turned properly serious now.

“Hey, I know, I know,” he coos hurriedly, and once it's clear you aren’t going to dissolve into a coughing fit, he brings your joined hands up to his lips, pressing a kiss to the backs of your fingers, still wearing a slight frown.

“I’m not laughing, Teddy. I know,” he assures you, kissing your hand again.

“I’ve got you,” he tells you firmly, resolutely, before releasing your fingers and letting your hand drop back to his chest so he can cup your cheek gently, a sweetly reassuring smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. You feel your heart skip again at what he’d said more so than his movements, but you don’t fully understand why those three little words send a sudden wave of emotion through you.

Your mind takes you back to the last time you’d all been at the Hard Deck together, and how before you’d even thought about the effects someone else’s smoking would have on you, Jake had almost gotten physical over it.

Actually, he had gotten physical, you correct yourself, playing back the way he’d closed the space between him and the other man in two strides, yanking the cigarette from his mouth and tossing it to blow out in the sand, before anyone could even blink.

If Phoenix hadn't shown up when she did, you’re not sure you alone would have been able to keep him from hitting the guy, or at the very least dragging him inside, all the way back to the bar just so he could ring the bell, and toss him out.

Normally you hated when people lingered over you because you happened to have two lung diseases, namely COPD and pulmonary fibrosis, as well as related conditions, like your aforementioned pulmonary hypertension. You’d made a choice after your diagnoses that you wouldn’t define yourself by your health status, but it was incredibly difficult to actually do that when it felt like everyone around you did.

Especially those who were aware of your career as an aviator.

Especially if they were also aviators.

Jake’s concern was never really that, though. You had struggled for a while trying to put a finger on why it didn’t bring about the same sharp anger in you, convinced it wasn’t just as shallow as being born from the fondness you had for him, and you’re vindicated as it finally hits you, the distinction suddenly making itself clear as crystal.

Jake’s concern for you was always practical. To most, practicality doesn’t exactly equal romance, but in this instance it makes your breathing go all shaky, and for once it isn’t because of your lungs struggling to take in enough air.

From the start he’d shown he wasn’t afraid to poke you, to joke about your retirement or illnesses with you, and it had been his laissez-faire regard that had formed your particular fondness for him in the first place, and it was why you’d never found him abrasive or antagonistic the way even some of his squad did at times.

Purposeful or not, he’d quickly picked up on your distaste for condolement and the glass treatment you tended to receive, and so he had never really displayed either, rarely handling you with any particular concern. It was a trait you cherished more and more with each passing day recently.

As was the way he’d react any time he had shown you concern. Even if you weren’t sure what you’d be getting each time, you could be confident that he was only giving it because you were his friend, and not because you were sick.

You think that maybe you understand suddenly why those three words felt like a lot more than just those three words.

Jake Seresin got you, understood you in a way very few people had long before your accident, and even less had attempted to since.

“I’ve got you, Teddy, I promise,” he repeats himself, a tiny frown working its way between his brows.

“I know,” you say truthfully, at last pulling yourself from your wandering thoughts and focusing back on the present. Jake’s frown instantly disappears with your assent, and this time when he leans back in to kiss you, it isn’t chaste, and he doesn’t pull back again.

You stumble together up the first few steps that lead to your second floor, the both of you almost stacking it entirely before Jake tells you to wait, easily hitching you up against him so he can carry you the rest of the way, your legs wrapped securely around his waist. He laughs at your surprised laugh, and maybe a little at the way your hands smooth appreciatively over his shoulders as he almost effortlessly holds you up, his hands curled under your thighs.

“What? You thought all this was for show?” Jake teases, tilting his head away from you as he reaches the top step, and peers past you briefly to search the hall ahead.

“With the way you get around, I might have,” you reply almost instantaneously, waiting for him to swing his gaze back to you before you continue.

“Second door, right.” You tell him, ignoring the indignant stare he’s fixed you with, even as he carries you onward.

“Don’t think I’m appreciating that tone,” he sniffs, pausing briefly when your back meets the aforementioned door, one of his hands leaving you only momentarily before you’re met with the warm light of the lamp that you’d turned on when you first got home, preferring the cosy glow it emanated from your bedside, over the stark downlights on the ceiling.

“I’m sure you’ll get over it,” you roll your eyes, landing softly on your feet even though you get the impression Jake had just attempted to drop you haphazardly. You step away from him then, mind not clouded enough to distract you from the dress and shoes you’d left strewn on the floor, and you quickly grab both, dropping them into the hamper in your bathroom, and quickly shutting the door.

Jake peers around your room with curious interest, though it's polite more than anything else, you didn’t really have a whole lot on display. That would be the military in you. His eyes land back on you the second you turn back to face him, catching you in the act of fluffing your hair but you stop the moment his lips quirk, and he shifts his stance as if to watch you in amusement.

“You look great,” he tells you, only making you scowl at him, to hide your pout.

“You couldn’t have shown up an hour ago, when I still had my makeup on?” you huff, and the all too familiar cheshire grin makes a reappearance on his lips. He takes a step toward you.

“An hour ago, I still had my whites on,” he informs you, but you aren’t seeing the point he’s trying to make. You’d have had no problem with him in his whites.

“So?” you shrug, and he takes another step forward, cocking his head down at you, eyes practically holding yours for ransom.

“So,” he repeats, finally getting near enough to reach out and tug you closer with his hands at your hips. “I don’t know much about your free time sweetheart, but I don’t like spending mine hanging up a needlessly complicated uniform.” Jake’s accent drawls lazily around his words, a little more pronounced than it usually is, and you find yourself struggling to remember the relevance of the current conversation as he draws you even nearer, but with no wall this time around, it’s just his firm hold that pulls you against his body.

“Especially if that free time is about to get spent doing the things that’ve been on my mind since you let me in.”

Your mouth nearly turns dry, and you must look like a startled deer, because he chuckles lowly, and runs his hands up your sides as you attempt to get a hold of yourself, but it’s not working, and you aren’t completely certain you want it too, either.

“Aren’t you gonna ask me what things?” Jake takes advantage of the state he’s got you in, his grin nothing but wolfish as he settles one hand over your waist, the other still roaming, moving up and down your back now.

“No,” you blink rapidly to regain your faculties. Jake doesn’t even flinch at your denial, he only moves closer, and you realise absently, he’s been turning you both slowly, away from your bathroom, and towards your bed.

“I wasn’t going to tell you, anyway,” he doesn’t sound anywhere near as petulant as he should, which you think is unfair.

“It’s a good thing, too. With your ego, bragging would just come across as if you had something to compensate for,” you shoot back quickly, unable to stop the smile pulling at your own lips. “But you’d never fall into that trap, would you Hangman?” you finish dryly, unable to resist poking a little fun at him, even if you were currently putty in his hands.

Jake stares at you squarely for several seconds, slowly pursing his lips as he seems to be considering your jabs. At last, he lets his roaming hand come to a stop between your shoulder blades again. Slowly he begins pressing against you, until you’re completely flush with him, and forced to tilt your head up to maintain his eye contact.

“It’s mighty sweet of you to assume that I’m really above all that, honey. There’s a first time for everything, I suppose,” he begins, voice low, calculated, and rife with his amusement. He leans closer then, lets his nose brush against yours, and hovers tauntingly close to your mouth before he presses his lips against your slowly, watching you, daring you to look away or close your eyes.

You aren’t sure which reaction he’d prefer, though you know it didn’t really matter, as long as he got anything from you. His gaze simmers as he lifts the hand on your hip to suddenly grasp firmly at your jaw, fingers digging lightly into your cheeks. Your eyelids flutter involuntarily at the decidedly rougher, more possessive hold, the pressure forcing your lips to part slightly, which you realise dumbly is the point.

Heat is already building through you, and you let out a seemingly exasperated sigh through your nostrils, rolling your eyes at the both of you as you give in and do exactly what he’s waiting to see if you’ll do. If it came down to a game of patience, fine, maybe he’d win, but you couldn’t see the point in all his patience if it just took longer to get you both where you wanted to go. You close your eyes, and push your lips as much as you can manage against his own, which is a fair amount, his hold on your jaw not actually restricting you at all, despite the bite of his grip.

Jake hums approvingly, though you start to get the feeling he’d have approved of whatever you’d done, which is both a little annoying of him and sort of sweet.

At last, he breaks the kiss, pulling back enough to look at you, like he had earlier downstairs, taking in the way you looked, lips wet and waiting for him. He smiles, keeping his firm hold on your jaw as his eyes flicker over you.

“Truth is, I’ve just got a lot to brag about,” he grins bright as he finishes what he’d been saying, clearly proud of himself, and you can’t blame him.

His hold on your jaw releases then, and his self-assured smugness softens as you can’t help but laugh.

“I can’t believe you just said that,” you chortle, shaking your head, even as you bring your arms to wrap around his neck. You see Jake attempt to stare through your laughter with a level of annoyance, but he can’t seem to commit to it, instead he rolls his eyes and lets out a huff.

“You know, a man might think you were tryna disheartened him, honey,” he tells you, dry tone put to task by the smile he fails to fight off.

“I like that, ‘honey’,” you admit, ignoring his fake pity party. Jake seems to forget about it too, and he cocks his head, a little laugh of his own breaking free from his lips.

“Yeah?” he questions. “More than Teddy Bear?”

You screw your face up and shake your head.

“I can’t stand ‘Teddy Bear’ and I know you know it,” you scold, and feel him shift, leaning closer so that he can press his lips to the side of your head with another little laugh.

“What did people call you when you were little, then?” He pulls back to gaze down at you in a mix of genuine curiosity and confusion. You want to ask him about why he’d assumed that had been your childhood nickname, but instead you answer him, before you even really think about it.

“Teo.”

Jake pauses, and blinks slowly down at you, his eyes searching.

“Teo?” he repeats, and you shrug, tearing your eyes off of him for the first time in what felt like hours, heat burning your cheeks.

“Yeah. Teo. People have always just assumed my full name is ‘Theodora’, but it’s… It’s actually ‘Teodora’,” you swallow and shrug again. “It’s Romanian,” your voice weakens, and you feel regret start to creep in, wishing you could just rewind to a few minutes ago, when you were still kissing.

“Teo,” Jake says again, and you hum. His fingers take hold of your chin far gentler this time, and he directs your face back toward him, ducking down to meet your gaze, and you realise bashfully he hadn’t been repeating the unfamiliar name, but calling you by it.

“Teo,”

“Yes?”

His eyes flash with delight at your answer, and want to tell him that you can’t remember the last time anybody had used the name, but you decide quickly not to. You didn’t want him to think it made you sad, because it really didn’t, not when he was the one saying it, and especially not when he seemed so sweetly pleased that you’d shared it with him at all.

“M’gonna kiss you again now, Teo,” Jake announces then, making you blink up at him a smile pulling at your lips.

“Don’t really plan on stopping again. That gonna be alright, honey?” he fixes you with a serious look, as if he was really asking you to make a difficult decision. You nod, opening your mouth to reply, but once again, he swallows your words, moving with you until your legs hit your bed, and let yourself crash against the soft, unmade covers, pulling him with you.

The sound of your own heavy, wheezy breathing is the only thing you can hear for a few moments, a thin layer of sweat covering your body in the aftermath of… that. Your stomach flutters as you play back your memories, which you note probably isn’t going to help you calm down, but you can’t help yourself. You hear some soft shuffling, and peek your eyes open just in time to watch as Jake steps out of your ensuite.

If your memories weren’t helping you calm down, then watching a fully nude and lightly sweaty Jake Seresin move around your bedroom definitely isn’t either. You half expect him to turn and join you, but he doesn’t, and you frown slightly before you realise with an internal chuckle, that he’s picking up all your discarded clothes. You shake your head.

“Pretty sure you’re not deployed just yet, Lieutenant…” you call out, stomach fluttering again when he looks back over his shoulder at you, shooting you a soft smile.

“It’ll just take a minute,” he waves you off, and you chuckle out loud this time. It makes sense, you feel like a part of you already knew, but it still makes you hum in amusement at the fact Jake Hangman Seresin, is a compulsive tidier.

Briefly your mind wanders back to when he’d fiddle with your desk models. You’d always thought the fact that he’d always make sure to return them to exactly the right placement was because he’d noticed that's how you liked it, and maybe that was a part of it, but you think now perhaps it bothered him too.

It made sense, if you took the sum of him as a whole into consideration. Never a hair out of place, uniform perfectly pressed (perhaps even starched), even his self-confidence. It must be a control thing, you think, and drop your head back to your pillows.

You can't help but wonder how the two of you would have gotten on if you’d never had your accident. The answer was likely that you wouldn’t, or at least, you wouldn’t for a long time. Nobody who knew you now would guess it, but you hadn’t always been as mellow and pragmatic as you were. You probably wouldn’t have become a fighter pilot if you had. In fact, despite your inner-insistence that you hadn’t only been considered talented based on raw skill alone, that you’d studied hard too, truth was, that had come just as naturally as your skill in a plane.

You and Jake were more alike than you’d probably admit, but not because you were ashamed of it. No, you don’t think there's anything wrong with the way Jake carries himself, he had every right to, could back up every last ounce of his talk. If that frustrated people it was only down to their own doubt. And that's why you wouldn’t admit it. You doubt anyone would look at you now and see the similarities between the two of you.

Except, maybe, Jake.

The bed behind you dips, and the light of your lamp suddenly disappears. You move to roll over, but big hands stop you, followed by the rest of him, tucking himself into place beside you. In the dark, you can see him lying on his side, head resting on his hand as he hovers over you, watching. His other hand grazes up over your stomach, and knocks aside the palm you still have pressed against your clavicle, but he presses two fingers up to the side of your neck, feeling for your pulse.

It almost makes you glare, and you only barely hold yourself back. Your eyebrows must twitch in defiance though, because his smirk grows wide and nearly taunting, daring you to complain. His eyes stay warm though, and he relaxes his hand, simply resting it there instead.

“Can you blame me, honey?” he asks, tipping his head just slightly.

“I mean, I know I’m good, but it’s not everyday I can literally take someone's breath away.”

You respond with a scoff, and reach out to shove his hand out from under his head, but he barely moves, grin widening to maddening heights.

“Fuck off, Jake,” you grumble half-heartedly, and he doesn’t stop you from rolling, this time away from him, only gladly fills the gap left between you, draping himself fully over your back with a hum.

“I was about to suggest the recovery position,” he says, as if he hadn’t heard you, but manages to dodge your elbow with a chuckle, catching it and giving it what feels like a warning squeeze, before trailing hand along the length of your arm, guiding it down again.

His hand curls around your own, linking your fingers like he had earlier and it makes your chest flutter.

“Just focus on breathing, Darth Vader.”

You grumble again, and Jake hushes you, snickering into the back of your shoulder.

“The sooner you’re breathing normally, the sooner I can get you all worked up again, sweetheart,” He murmurs enticingly, moving his mouth from your shoulder to your neck, grinning to himself at your unrepressed shiver when he blows lightly on your neck.

“It’s hilarious you think I’m going to let you fuck me again after you called me Darth Vader,” you laugh and behind you, you feel Jake shrug.

“Whatever you want, Teo,” his voice fills with a yawn as he speaks, and your chest flutters at the nickname. He wraps himself a little tighter around you, and stifles another yawn against your back. A few seconds pass before you catch his sleepiness, your own yawn forcing you to stretch a little. You manage to twist in his hold, enough to turn and face him. His eyes are closed, but his lips twitch in the corners.

As you drift off, you can’t help but wonder how long it will take for his scent to leave your sheets.

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TITLE: A Letter of Recommendation from Baji Keisuke PAIRING: BAJI KEISUKE / MATSUNO CHIFUYU SUMMARY: “M’kay.”

But the mild reaction from Mitsuya gets overshadowed by his next announcement, completely shocking the two members standing front and center.

“The guy dating Baji,” says Mitsuya, with a smile, “that’s all I need to know.”

Baji can’t stop talking about Chifuyu to the Toman members - which leads to a misunderstanding that the both of them are dating.

TR Spin-Off Chapter 14: The executive meeting is actually an intervention for Baji Keisuke.

read it on AO3 or read below

You know that part in the latest chapter of the spinoff where Baji brings Chifuyu to the executive meeting in Toman, but they all know who Chifuyu is already? It’s pretty obvious that Baji must be talking nonstop about Chifuyu to everyone…

Also this is very much a crack fic.

I wrote this during my lunch break after getting a gift fic from Pau, and then edited it between work meetings - which means I wrote it very, very quickly and then edited it very, very not at all. If you see any typos, no you don’t.

A Letter of Recommendation from Baji Keisuke

DRAKEN

“And he goes ‘What’s this character? You wrote it wrong.’ ”

Keisuke clearly remembers the way Chifuyu sat down in front of him, cocky at first like he was trying to pick a fight - but instead picked his pencil up and showed Keisuke how to write the letter.

“I thought he was gonna be an ass about it, but he was actually-”

Next to him, Draken pauses his game, a surprised look on his face. He had been listening to Keisuke recount the story without any real interest, but now his hand sharply cuts through air, indicating he needs Keisuke to stop talking immediately.

“Wait, you don’t…know how to spell Kazutora’s name?”

Keisuke shrugs.

“Anyways he showed me how to write it - the character for tiger. I almost got it right.” - No he didn’t. - “So I think he’s a pretty good guy. Helps those in need, the type of person who probably can’t stay out of other people’s business.”

Draken raises his eyebrow. “Are you complimenting him or insulting him?”

“I’m just saying,” postures Keisuke defensively, “that I met this guy who helped me out. Thought it was gonna be a one time thing. But then I got to pay him back right after!”

He punches Draken’s shoulder like they’re in on a joke together. Draken doesn’t seem as amused, but he also doesn’t go back to his game. Intent now on paying attention to Keisuke’s weird tale.

“Cause as I was mailing the letter, I saw him getting jumped by all these punks! And one of them had a weapon - real fucking shitheads!” Keisuke gets heated at this part, remembering how he ran into the other boy being surrounded by a bunch of older kids in an abandoned alleyway.

“Since Chifuyu is just one guy and he’s unarmed, you know?” Here Keisuke starts imitating the fight, providing sound effects as he alternates his fists. “So I just start fightin’. Pow. Pow. Returned the favor and saved his ass and everything. He was grateful as fuck.”

Draken nods along because he can see that.

“Did you beat him up afterwards, like you did with Kazutora?”

Keisuke scratches the back of his head, confused. “Huh? No, I invited him back to my place for dinner. It was just instant noodles, though. Nothing fancy.”

Draken stares at him.

For a while, no one says anything.

“Oh…so it’s like that,” his friend says cryptically. “I was wondering where this story was going.”

Keisuke isn’t sure what he means by that, cause the story isn’t even done yet.

“Anyways, he wanted to join Toman afterwards, but I said “No way, asshole!” cause I don’t wanna keep taking care of him.” Keisuke signs, irritated at the memory. “He seems too much of a handful. I don’t need that kinda guy tying me down.”

“Or maybe you’re just trying to keep him to yourself,” mutters Draken, unpausing his game.

MIKEY

“And this guy is just fuckin’ following me around school everyday and he keeps trying to pick fights with others and then telling me about it for some reason.”

He’s not sure if Mikey is listening or not. He seems really focused on something, but it might just be the taiyaki he’s eating.

“Then one day, he says - ‘just beat me up until you understand my feelings.’ ” Keisuke pauses here. He thinks maybe he got the wording wrong, but it doesn’t matter. “So I’m like ok, and then I beat him up.”

Mikey takes a bite of his snack and then says, “Nice.”

“But then I felt bad cause he was on the ground and it was raining and I didn’t wanna leave him there…” Keisuke rolls his eyes, annoyed at himself, “and he lives three floors below me so I carried him home-”

“Wait, wait, wait- I thought you said you were tired of that guy?”

“I mean yeah, he’s so fucking annoying.”

“Then why didn’t you just leave his ass?”

Keisuke opens his mouth. Then he closes it.

“His ass was gonna get wet, it was raining, remember?”

Mikey doesn’t look impressed. But he motions him to continue with his story, the taiyaki flopping in the air.

“Right so, after that, I let him sleep it off. Cause he really took a beating from me. Hella persistent, that guy. Can’t shake him. I’ve tried. Then when he finally wakes up I think, fine, ok. Just this one time! I’ll take you on my bike and-”

“Wait, you let him ride your bike? ”

“Yeah, cause it was just easier that way if we were both going to the meeting-”

“You- you brought him to a Toman meeting?! ”

“Why do you keep interrupting me? Anyways he was all-”

But Keisuke doesn’t get to finish because Mikey shoves his second taiyaki in front of his face, almost exasperated.

“God, Ken-chin was right. ” He says, then shakes the dessert insistently until Keisuke takes it, albeit hesitantly since Mikey doesn’t normally share his snacks.

“Uh…thanks?”

“It’s cream flavored,” says Mikey.

“What kind?”

His friend smirks, “Whipped.”

SMILEY

“Chifuyu’s hair was really fucking bothering me so I told him to change it.”

Nahoya looks like he wants to be anywhere but here.

“Why are you telling me this?”

Keisuke gestures between the two of them, like there’s some kind of relevant fact keeping them bound in this conversation.

“Cause you said you wanted straight hair?”

“I just- I just said one thing about my hair! Oh my god!” He throws his arms above his head, waving them angrily. “Why do you always keep making it about Chifuyu?!”

The other boy is already walking away.

“Hey!” Keisuke yells. “He changed his hairstyle, alright?! So if you just let me finish my goddamn story - I was trying to say that he was able to change his whole lifestyle and everything, so you can do it too if you want! Live out your dreams or whatever!”

“More like your delusions,” scoffs Nahoya. “Alright, which one of you guys is running the betting pool right now?”

ANGRY

“So he just fucking jumps off the roof, yeah? The fuckin’ balls on him. And then he takes out all these guys like it’s nothing. After that he-”

Unlike his brother, Souya is frozen in place, too awkward to outright get up and leave.

“That’s got to be four floors or something, how did he land? Is he part cat?” Keisuke snaps his finger at the discovery. “He hangs out with a lot of cats. You think maybe he learned from them? Like maybe he’s a cat boy?”

“I think,” says Souya slowly, “that you don’t know what the meaning of a cat boy is...”

“Huh? No way. He’s definitely a cat boy. He loves cats. He owns one too, Peke J, I named him. He’s like our son.”

From somewhere behind them, Souya’s brother puts more money down on the table.

MITSUYA

“Right, so I need you to make another uniform before our next First Division meeting.”

Mitsuya nods. “You mean for your friend, Ryusei? His jacket buttons were getting worn out, I remember you mentioning that before.”

Keisuke laughs sheepishly. “Ah, I meant another one - it’s for Chifuyu. Sorry I forgot to tell ya, I let him join after all and he’s been saying how he really wants to wear the uniform.”

The boy in front of him slowly brings his hands together, resting his chin on them, and then takes in a deep breath.

“For Chifuyu…”

“Yeah, is that gonna be ok? You got enough time or…?”

Mitsuya levels him with a piercing gaze.

“Why couldn’t you have asked me this last week?”

Keisuke sucks the air in between his teeth. “Sorry man, I know it’s really short notice. That’s my bad, but I just forgot about it.”

He watches as Mitsuya digs out his wallet. “I really, really, wish you had remembered to ask earlier.” He’s a little confused as Mitsuya irritatedly pulls a stack of yen out, randomly. “If only you had just asked me - one week earlier.”

Draken appears out of nowhere to collect the cash, a grin wide on his face.

He decides not to question this, since there’s a more pressing issue at hand.

“Look, if you can’t do it, then it’s fine-”

“I can do it,” says Mitsuya, waving him off dismissively. “It’ll only take me a day.”

“Oh, what was the problem then?” Keisuke looks confused at the whole exchange. He feels like maybe he’s being kept in the dark about something. How come people are always passing money around, especially near him, nowadays? And what’s with all these annoyed looks every time he speaks?

Mitsuya rubs his temples. “I need to change my bets.”

PAH-CHIN

“So Chifuyu helped my mom move all our stupid furniture around, yesterday and-”

Pah leans back into his seat, resigned. “I get it, huh, it’s my turn today.”

“Anyways,” Keisuke claps his hands. “What do you know about Feng Shui? You said your family was in the whole house thing? What’s Feng Shui supposed to be like for apartments, cause I think maybe Chifuyu might have done it wrong...”

“Feng Shui isn’t real dude,” says Pah, “I know this because my dad said so. It’s just some nice looking bullshit.”

Keisuke angrily stands up. “You fucking take that back, Pah-chin!”

“Haa? Why are you so angry, man?”

“Chifuyu spent hours moving all our shit around! Don’t tell me that was all for nothing!”

“Didn’t you just say, you thought he did it wrong? Even I’m not that fucking stupid!”

“Chifuyu isn’t stupid!”

“I said, you were fucking stupid!”

“Yeah, I fucking might be!”

PEH-YAH

“So I don’t know shit about history - but Chifuyu’s been helping me study.”

Everyone moves to the other side of the room, which leaves only Peh to fend for himself.

He sighs, then says, “I get it, sometimes I help Pah-chin study too. But we’re both idiots.”

Keisuke quickly jabs Peh’s chest in agreement. “Yeah, Chifuyu is an idiot too! But I understand things better when he explains it for some reason. It’s like he gets it - or me.”

Peh nods. “You guys know what the other is thinking.”

“Yeah, exactly!” Keisuke yells, excitedly. Finally glad to have someone on the same page as him for once. Well, other than Chifuyu, he means. “He just understands what I’m saying sometimes. Even if no one else does.”

“That’s great.”

“I don’t know how I would have passed the exam without him. I really- hey wait, where are you going? Peh-yah, uhh?”

EVERYONE

Keisuke really didn’t want this to be Chifuyu’s first exposure to the Toman executives, but he didn't have a choice other than to bring Chifuyu to the meeting. Even if it seems like the blond is currently scared stiff, standing next to him.

He lightly bumps Chifuyu’s shoulder with his own, raising both his eyebrows to silently ask if the other is ok.

Chifuyu flushes, looks away quickly, then shyly brings his gaze back and nods.

Their silent communication doesn’t go unnoticed by the rest of the members.

Draken clears his throat loudly, narrowing his eyes between the two of them, and then says, “Looks like the First Division’s in trouble…”

Keisuke tunes out the rest of the words because he thinks it’s gonna all be recap. Probably just the situation regarding Yotsuya Kaidan - which he knows better than all of them anyway. Instead he pays attention to Chifuyu, who’s sweating under the dim lights, looking nervously between all the members, his eyes wide.

Keisuke moves a little closer to him, hoping his presence will calm down the other boy.

“This is an emergency executive meeting regarding that matter,” continues Draken.

Nahoya coughs into his fist. “Actually it’s more like an intervention at this point…”

Chifuyu audibly gulps, but only Keisuke can hear it from his proximity. He remembers, in contrast to Chifuyu’s first meeting, that this behavior is completely different.

Instead of the boisterous newcomer who didn’t know his place, the Chifuyu standing beside him right now feels more mature. Still as excitable, but able to hide it. More aware of his surroundings. No more acting out.

Keisuke feels a little proud.

“Let’s get started.”

The room gives Mikey their full attention, only to be derailed as he argues with Draken over the filling of his taiyaki. He thought the comedic distraction might help Chifuyu relax a little, but it has the opposite effect. The blond tenses up again as he looks between the two executives fighting.

Keisuke is about to reach out, maybe ruffle his hair a bit and push his bangs away from all the sweat gathering on his forehead. He really needs Chifuyu to stop overthinking things like he always does.

“Anyways…” Draken jerks his thumb to Chifuyu and asks, “Baji. Who is that guy?”

Chifuyu startles, like a cat, then straightens up.

Everyone is looking at them and he can already feel Chifuyu freezing. He knows Chifuyu is about to do the whole unnecessary introduction thing again, it’s that typical moment, so Keisuke starts - but is interrupted. “He’s our new guy. I brought him here ‘cause he’s involved in this case.”

At the same time, Chifuyu bows abruptly and yells, “Ah…I’m Chifuyu Matsuno! I’m still a work in progress, but from this point on, I’m determined to work under Baji-san...”

Multiple people start talking at once.

“That’s Chifuyu, huh?”

“I knew it! Pay up, Ken-chin!”

“A work in progress? Does that mean they’re not together yet or…?”

“Under Baji - he says.”

“Yeah, he really said that! He’s so bold!”

“Ahh!! Matsuno!! Damn, it’s really you!”

“M’kay.”

But the mild reaction from Mitsuya gets overshadowed by his next announcement, completely shocking the two members standing front and center.

“The guy dating Baji,” says Mitsuya, with a smile, “that’s all I need to know.”

For some reason, the entire room doesn’t break out into chaos with this statement, instead everyone just casually accepts this fact and moves on. It’s only Keisuke that feels the turmoil in his heart - and maybe Chifuyu too, if he can even dare to look at him.

He watches, almost like an out of body experience, as Pah approaches Chifuyu and clamps a heavy hand on his shoulder.

“Thanks for looking after Pochi!” Like an inside joke, Pah cups his mouth but his whisper is so loud, the whole room hears it. “ And for looking after our Baji, too!” He slaps Chifuyu a couple more times, the blond barely reacting. “And for bringing me the big fights!”

“What.” Chifuyu sounds like his world has been turned upside down.

Pah doesn’t notice that anything is amiss. “You helped Baji build that dog house for Pochi, right? He loves it!” He gives him an approving thumbs up. “You did a bang-up job! Ah, but I guess you’re dating one too, haha!”

“What...” This time Chifuyu is a little bit quieter.

Keisuke knows he needs to speak up, to say anything, to save Chifuyu from any further embarrassment - but he’s not sure how to do it without jeopardizing their relationship or his spiraling reputation. Even though he knows this is mostly his fault.

Pah continues talking, as if he isn’t holding a one-sided conversation on his own. “I’ve been pissed off at Baji for talking my ears off every meeting - but I guess he must be really serious about ya if he brought you to an exec meeting, Chifuyu!”

“Yeah, he didn’t even ask!” Nahoya chimes in.

“It’s been a long time since we’ve seen Baji smile though, so I guess it’s fine.” Souya comments. “It’s nice to see him happy, again.”

Draken claps his hands twice, bringing the attention back to him. “This means the time has finally come, pay up assholes!”

“Righto, I’ll be collectin-”

“Wait.” Keisuke finally finds the strength to interrupt. “Can you please…leave this matter for after the meeting?”

“What, you suddenly so embarrassed now that you have a boyfriend?” Mikey sneers from atop his perch. “Even though you talk about him everyday?”

“I don’t…” Keisuke glances at Chifuyu, and because they’re always thinking of the other, Chifuyu choses that moment to meet his gaze. “...I don’t talk about him everyday.”

He’s not sure if he’s being brave or a coward for not correcting anyone.

But Chifuyu, bless him, always has his back.

Something in his blue-green irises changes, becomes sharper. It’s in that moment Keisuke realizes Chifuyu has caught on, silently agreeing to play along with their charade.

He doesn’t even have to ask, he already knows Chifuyu will follow.

“Can this um,” starts Chifuyu, “ information stay within this room? We’re not uh, public...”

Even without explicit orders, Chifuyu can always be counted on. Keisuke doesn’t know what he did to deserve him. Maybe that’s why he can’t stop talking about him.

And maybe that’s why the two of them are in this mess in the first place.

Not to be outdone, Keisuke speaks up again. “Or maybe just…the First Division.” Since only the two of them belong to said division, it’s essentially the same as asking everyone to back the fuck off. It’s only their business - no one else needs to butt in.

“Baji…” Draken says tiredly. “This doesn’t have to be your secret alone anymore.”

“Yeah, everyone is chill with it, dude.”

“We’ve known for a while actually. No need to freak out. We won’t judge you.”

“You were really down bad for him, Baji. We all knew.”

“And you’re both being pretty obvious about it right now.”

Keisuke knows his flush is probably matching Chifuyu’s - what a pair the two of them must seem in front of everyone. The other boy is barely holding the act together, but he waits patiently for Keisuke’s next move. He just isn’t sure what it should be.

“I think there’s been a misunderstanding,” he sighs, “sorry, everyone.”

For the first time, he feels apprehensive about not being able to speak to Chifuyu freely. What if this makes the blond even more uncomfortable? What if this destroys their friendship? At some point, he’s going to push Chifuyu too far - what happens then?

“I have to put a stop to this...”

This wasn’t how he thought this meeting would go. But worst of all, maybe, just maybe - this whole thing could be the breaking point to Chifuyu’s loyalty.

“...The truth is-”

“I get it.” Mikey suddenly says, standing up. “I’ll leave Chifuyu to Baji.”

Their invincible leader jumps down, landing smoothly right in front of the others. He gives both of them a searching look, but his gaze lingers on Chifuyu. “I’ve made up my mind.”

Keisuke has no idea what he means.

“If the two of them want to keep to themselves, then I won’t push it. The rest of you should stay out of this until they’re ready…” he smirks, “You’re all dismissed.”

“...Mikey.”

But the other boy pushes past him to whisper something into Chifuyu’s ear. It could be his imagination, but it sounds like “If you break up with Baji, I’ll kill you. ”

CHIFUYU

“Well that was unhinged.”

The two of them loiter outside the entrance, not quite ready to talk about it yet. Keisuke leans against his motorcycle, looking away from Chifuyu as the other boy inspects the vending machine. His throat feels dry, but not in a way a drink can fix.

“They all had such a crazy aura around them that I was shaking just being in their presence,” laughs Chifuyu nervously, probably to fill the awkward silence. “Especially Mikey-kun.”

That’s right. Mikey really did say some weird stuff.

“I know, I’m sorry,” says Keisuke, turning around.

“Eh?”

“I’m sorry you have to put up with my selfishness,” he explains. “I didn’t…mean to lead them on like that. Or you either.”

“Baji-san…what do you mean?” Chifuyu says slowly.

Keisuke isn’t sure how to go about this. Words aren’t really his thing. After tonight, that fact seems to especially be true - but usually he can just count on Chifuyu to figure it out for him. Although maybe that’s been making him complacent. Still, he needs to make an effort to right his wrongs.

“I think I talked about you too much with the other guys, so they got the wrong idea about us.” He crosses his arms and lets out a frustrated noise. “I shoulda just came clean from the start instead of dragging you in. Thanks for covering for me, though, but I don’t expect you to pretend forever. So I won’t force you to do anything.”

“It’s ok, Baji-san!” Chifuyu yells. “I don’t mind. I told you, I’d do anything to remain by your side, right? I can do this for you, too!”

Keisuke gives him a lopsided smile. It’s hard to reason with Chifuyu when he gets like this - his determination is infectious. So is his positivity. Keisuke already feels in a better mood just by being around him.

“It’s fine, Chifuyu. I can go back and apologize to them, clear things up. Even if I have to do it alone.”

“What are you talking about?” Of course the other boy won’t back down. “I’ll always follow you, Baji-san! I’ll come with you!”

“No…that would just make it harder for them to believe.”

The first signs of frustrations show on Chifuyu’s face, like he’s about to start talking back to his captain. Really now, his obedience just comes and goes.

Then, suddenly, a huge grin breaks out until it rivals all the stars in the night sky above them. With a look of pure adoration, Chifuyu closes the distance between them and offers Keisuke a fist bump.

“Let’s date for real, then!” Chifuyu says without a moment’s hesitation.

Keisuke feels like he’s been given the whole world, rather than a hand or a way out.

He can’t help but feel the edges of his mouth stretch upwards. He feels so relieved and grateful all at once. He doesn’t understand it, but maybe Chifuyu does - so he’ll just have to ask him to explain it later.

Chifuy’s smile only gets wider. “That way you’re not lying to anyone - and we don’t have to pretend!”

It’s a crazy plan. But perhaps he’s a little crazy for Chifuyu, anyway.

Since they don’t have any better ideas, he readily agrees.

“Alright!”

When their fists collide, it’s his heart that meets Chifuyu’s halfway.

END

Sorry they're idiots.

I’m also sorry this was absolutely Satou Ryusei erasure (love that guy) and the bajifuyu just totally derailed the meeting so it’s not even about Yotsuya Kaidan anymore. I promise they’ll hold another assembly to figure it out!!

Baji POV is really hard for me to write - so if he seems out of character, just remember I’m a crack fic writer.

This is for pau - if you like bajifuyu or kojiryu, please go read their fics!!

#tokyo revengers #tokrev #tokyo revengers fanfiction #tokrev fanfic #tr spin off #spinoff spoilers #bajifuyu #bajifuyu fanfic #baji keisuke #keisuke baji #chifuyu matsuno #matsuno chifuyu #matcha writes bjfy

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WIP Wednesday

I dream of someday having the energy to make a banner😂. I should probably worry more about finishing my WIPs though! Thank you for tagging me this morning @hushed-chorus!

I wrote a little more following the bit of my crucible marriage au posted on Sunday, which I would link to but I’m on my phone just before work. Anyway, this is the next morning, Simon POV. It needs some cleaning up as I wrote it without doing any editing, but I’m still having fun so I hope you enjoy! Excerpt and tags under the cut :)

Merlin, I feel rested. I’ve felt rested every morning since coming here. I’ve got to remember to ask Baz about this bed. There must be some charm on it because I’ve never been an easy sleeper.

I should be sore, too, after the beating I took from the river trolls. I know there must have been a bruise on my face when I came home last night. (Home, ha.) I remember feeling my jaw throb as I thumped my way upstairs. There’s nothing there now.

I’m kneeling up on the bed and touching my face in confusion when Baz steps out of the en suite and ruins my life by being dressed only in a towel. “Oh,” he says, freezing in place under my slack-jawed stare. “I thought you’d still be asleep.”

Fuck. It’s weird to think how often I’ve felt his body—pressed up against me in the hallway or the bed, or under me in the grass, over me on the couch—he’s so familiar that my hands actually feel warm from the memory when I look at him, and yet it’s new to see him half-naked.

Oh no. Suddenly I remember. “Did I...flop on top of you when I got home last night?”

Baz still looks stunned, like a deer in the headlights, but he nods silently just the same. Christ. “I’m sorry,” I mumble, tugging at my hair. It’s still so strange that nothing hurts. I always hurt after a mission. “Wait. Did you heal me?”

Baz shrugs, lifting the shoulder of the hand that’s affixed to the edge of the towel around his waist. A drop of water is sliding down his neck so slowly that it’s actually wrecking me. “You weren’t too bad,” he says finally, his voice dry, as though I’m doing something to him, too. I can’t be, though, it’s just me. And I’m fully dressed anyway, unlike some people I could mention. “Mostly you were just filthy, but I spelled you clean as well.”

“Oh.” I don’t know what to say to that, not really. I wish he’d get dressed. No, I wish he’d just lose the towel and get back in bed. I wish he’d throw himself on top of me like I did to him last night. Maybe without the immediately falling asleep part, though. “Thanks. And...I’m sorry.”

Just like that, whatever unfamiliar discomfort seems to have held him to the floor melts away, and Baz visibly relaxes. “What for?” he asks, making for the closet.

“For collapsing on top of you like a bag of bones,” I say, turning to follow him with my gaze. The closet is beside the bed, so I can’t see him once he goes inside. I almost get up to follow him in, but manage to restrain myself. “For...not taking a shower, at least. For not lying on my own side of the bed.”

Baz pokes his head out of the door, one eyebrow raised. “You never do, Snow. Nothing new there.”

“Hey! I’ve woken up with you all over me a couple of times as well, you know!”

A grin flashes across his face, gone so quick I’m not sure if I’ve imagined it, but then he winks and disappears inside the closet again. “Be a little less warm and comfortable,” he suggests.

He’s flirting with me. I don’t know why it seems bizarre. Baz must like me in that way, at least a little bit, if all the snogging is anything to go by. I sit on the side of the bed, hands gripping the edge of the mattress between my knees. “So does that mean I’m forgiven?” I ask when he emerges in slim dark trousers and yet another silk shirt—today it’s a pale pink with grayish green leaves. I try not to smile as he heads straight for me, stopping just shy of nudging up between my legs.

“There’s nothing to forgive.” I can’t get over how gently Baz is looking at me, his eyes caressing my cheek moments before his hand follows suit. “I don’t like thinking of you hurt, Snow.”

“‘M used to it.” It’s true enough; I never come back from any of the Mage’s missions without at least a few bumps and bruises—or worse, dislocations or breaks. One time, a nearly detached thumb.

Baz frowns, the furrow between his brows so distracting that I almost miss him saying, “I don’t like that you’re used to it.”

“It’s what I’m for,” I object, leaning back and shaking his hand away from my face.

“I fucking think not.” Baz’s jaw clenches, his eyes dark as storm clouds now in his pale, angular face. “You don’t belong to the Mage, Simon.”

It’s him calling me Simon that does it; any time he brings up the Mage I’m ready to fight, but that takes the wind completely out of my sails. My tail had begun twitching back and forth furiously while we spoke, but now it curls around Baz’s knee—I’m afraid that since I shook his hand away, he’ll leave. I know my voice is barely audible as I look up at him. “Who do I belong to then, Baz?”

“Me!” He grimaces and shakes his head. “I didn’t mean that. Yourself, obviously. You don’t belong to me; I don’t know why I said that, Snow.”

“Because you’re my husband? Don’t we belong to each other now, Baz? At least in some way.”

Baz scowls, but he doesn’t try to walk away. Instead, he puts his hands on his hips. “For a certainty I don’t need some fool in green tights treating my husband like a disposable rag. You were in a state when you finally dragged yourself in last night, Snow.”

I sit up, giving him a half smile. “You said I wasn’t that bad,” I remind him, sliding my hands up his waist in a way that I hope is at least a little soothing. “I know I wasn’t good for much when I came in.”

Baz throws his hands in the air and makes an exasperated noise. “I don’t need you to be good for anything! I need you to be unharmed! I need you to be safe, Simon. Would you like it if our positions were reversed?”

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Stolen Crowns and Blue Flames

Tyzula Week: Day 4 Role Reversal

You can read it here on archive of our own as well

A/N: I put off editing this for so long.

The Royal Family of the Fire Nation was said to be blessed by Agni’s light. Ever since the creation of firebenders, they were given the mandate that stated that they had divine right to rule.

Ty Lee didn’t quite believe that. If her family was truly blessed, then all seven of the Firelord’s children would be firebenders, not five of them. It was a sore point among the family, that Ty Lee and Ty Lat were as ordinary as the common man, nothing interesting about them. They were to be political pawns, to be married off to the highest bidder. Ty Lat had accepted her fate, spending her days in the river swimming, and making friends with the servants and the turtle-ducks.

Ty Lee refused. Instead she chose to spend her days pouring over every single piece of information she could get her hands on. She spent nights looking through historical sources, looking for anything, anything that could be used to have the upperhand, or at least level the playing ground against benders.

Finally her studying paid off. Chi-blocking, the skill of disrupting the bodies’ chakras, paralyzing people, and in benders, blocking their ability to bend. For the first time in her life, her Father looked at her instead of through her. The first time she demonstrated it properly, he even called her a prodigy.

He sent her to the Royal Fire Academy for Girls, to nurture her gift, and to help her form bonds with the daughters of other high-ranking officials.

That’s when Ty Lee met Azula.

“I hear that another one of the princesses is joining us, I think she’s even going to be in our class.” Azula remarks as she grabs another tree limb, trying and failing to climb higher,

“Oh yeah I know that.” Mai answers impassively,

“You could at least pretend to act surprised, it took a lot of listening to figure that much out.” Azula says, glaring from her spot in the tree,

“You mean eavesdropping.” Mai corrects,

“Same thing. Besides, how did you figure it out?” Azula asked, holding onto the trunk of the tree as she inches to a standing position,

“My uncle told me father, my father told me.” Mai picked up a rock, testing its weight,

“Where did your uncle get the news from?” Azula asks, readjusting her weight so she could stand without the support of the trunk,

“He made the decision himself.” Mai aimed the rock at Azula’s forehead,

“What do you mean?” Azula noticed the projectile and crouched down preparing to jump down from her perch,

“He’s the Firelord and you shouldn’t jump down from there you’ll break your legs.” Mai answered calmly, as if she were commenting on the weather,

“What?!” Azula yelled in disbelief, she jumped down anyways, nearly crushing Mai, “Your uncle is the Firelord and you never thought to bring it up?”

“It never really came up.” Mai shrugs, readjusting her aim, and within the blink of an eye she throws it aiming for Azula’s left eyebrow, Azula who was used to this dodged it without missing a beat.

Ty Lee, who was eavesdropping, was not. It hit her square on the temple. She let out a cry of pain, attracting the attention of two girls.

“Mai!” Azula yells as she runs over to Ty Lee’s side, “I told you that your throwing obsession would get us in trouble!”

“Says the person who likes to set flowers on fire for fun.” Mai responds dryly,

“Only the old ones!” she protests,

Ty Lee feels a presence beside her. She looked up to see a girl staring down at her, her face merely a few inches from Ty Lee. Her heart beats faster for some unknown reason. She was so close that Ty Lee could count each of her individual eyelashes if she wanted to.

“I’m alright.” Ty Lee states, proud that her voice didn’t falter,

“Sorry about that, it’s just someone,” Azula pauses to glare at Mai, “doesn’t watch where they’re throwing things.” Ty Lee actually laughs at that, and is about to respond when a voice calls her,

“Ty Lee, come on! It’s your first day and you’re going to make us late.” it was Ty Woo who was towering over them, Ty Lee stood up so fast she got dizzy,

“Sorry Ty Woo, I’m coming right now.” Ty Lee knew her sister would be reporting every mishap to their father, and Ty Lee wasn’t going to risk falling out of her father’s favor so soon after she’d earned it,

“Hurry up.” Ty Woo added unhelpfully before walking away, Ty Lee scrambled after her sister before remembering the whole purpose she was sent to school,

“See you around?” she asks the girls, hoping her voice sounds inviting, and not like her only social interactions had been servants and her family members. Azula waved and flashed a bright smile that had Ty Lee’s heart racing again.

Ty Woo put a hand on her shoulder, squeezing it hard, nearly dragging her away,

“Associating with the governor’s daughter? I hear she’s a talented fire-bender.” she says, smirking, she squeezes harder “Something you could never be.”

“Shut up.” Ty Lee responds, and the light fluttering in her stomach sours to dark, heavy rage.

Ty Lee watched with glee as Azula crumbled to the ground with a loud oof! Ty Lee gracefully bent backwards and slowly, deliberately got to her feet.

“You don’t have to look so happy.” Azula says as she climbs to her feet,

“It’s the fifth time I won.” Ty Lee answers smugly,

“That’s because you’ve been practicing handstands for years, I only learned last week.” Azula pouts, “Besides, can you do this?”

Azula opens her palm and a large red flame ignites, flickering and sparking. Azula’s firebending is nothing like Ty Lee has ever seen before. It’s red, but small blue embers run up the length of the flame, which promise a prodigy, as if Azula wasn't already classified as one.

Ty Lee should feel jealousy stir in her stomach. A reminder that benders will always be stronger than non-benders, will always have the upper ground, an unfair advantage. But she feels nothing but excitement and a growing sense of admiration even. It flutters in her chest like a dragonfly, trying to break out of her chest. The feeling scares her. It scares her that one person, that one girl can completely throw off any control she had over her feelings.

"Earth to Ty Lee. Earth to Ty Lee. Are you there?" Azula says booping her on the nose,

"Yeah, I'm here." Ty Lee answers, snapping out of her thoughts,

“Good, I’m pretty sure the chef made some mochi, let’s go see if we can steal some.” Azula responds, taking Ty Lee’s hand in hers. She could feel her heartbeat along her palm, where her palm was pressed against Azula’s. Almost as if her heart was trapped in-between them. It wasn’t an unwelcome feeling.

Two years later, in the middle of the night Lady Azula and Lord Zuko, the children of General Ozai and his wife Lady Ursa went missing. The official story is that they were kidnapped, despite the dozens of guards, despite the hundreds of safety features, they were taken from the beds in the middle of the night. They disappeared, seemingly without a trace.

Ty Lee wouldn’t see her again for two more years.

Ty Lee steps foot out of her palanquin and into the recently captured Earth Kingdom territory. She stretches out, wondering how the hell anyone can stay in that cramped if gilded cell for hours on end. The town she was staying the night in was very quiet, even the children seemed muted, though this is most likely due to the tall Fire Nation flags that whipped in the wind behind her. It was the closest town to Omashu without actually being in Earth Kingdom territory. Still, this town set her on edge, maybe if she scoped out the area, she would feel better. She motioned to the nearest servant and informed them of her plans, and they bowed leaving her to her devices.

The town was silent. Any person she came across would scramble back in fear. Parents would grab children and usher them inside, girls would glare at her, if they had the guts to even look at her, and boys mostly looked at her in disgust, except for the brave few who decided it was appropriate to look at her with lust. She scoffed, glaring at one of the offenders, and his face paled,

One boy stood out, for instead of fear or disgust, he looked at her with something akin to recognition. He put down the tea kettle he was holding and bolted into the building behind him. Strange.

Ty Lee brushed it off and made her lap around the town, when she came back she found that the servants had already set up. One of them handed her a letter. She ripped it open, scanning over the contents, it was a generic report from a general about how Omashu would fall any day, and that they would be honored to have her-

“Ty Lee?” she stiffened, her entire body tensing as swore that she could recognize that voice. She turned around coming face to face with someone she hadn’t seen in years. She whispered, so quietly she could barely hear herself,

“Azula?”

A/N: This has to be by far my favorite prompt, and I’ll probably do more little snippets for this AU in the future.

#tyzula week 2023 #tyzula #azula #ty lee #ty lee x azula #azula x ty lee #Day 4: Role Reversal

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psychedelic-ink · 2 years

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Writers' Iron Chef #10: Dreaming of Chandeliers

[PROMPT] Half the names on the list have already been crossed off.

[TIME LIMIT] Optional, 10 minutes prep. time 30 minutes writing time Optional, 10 minutes editing time

Pairing: Frankie Morales x f!reader

Summary: The interviews for the live in nanny job are a nightmare, luckily the next applicant, Frankie Morales, sweeps in to save the day.

word count: 695

a/n: written for Writers' Iron Chef prompt #10

This is my first time joining one of these and I'm so happy to join <33 While trying to come up with something this was originally going to be about a female hitman meeting frankie and them trying to navigate a relationship buuut for some reason I couldn't really find the right words and got stuck in my head so that story shifted into this one-- Enjoy!

Half the names on the list have already been crossed off.

Every interview is worse than the one before. None of the people you questioned so far seems like they can take care of an eight year old girl. You need someone fun, someone who gets along with kids. Not a teenager who’s smoked himself to the point that they can’t even form a sentence. And the others, well, they didn’t really give you that surge of relief you were hoping to get. You assume you would know the person was right just by looking at them. At least that was what you’d initially hoped for. But your search for a live-in nanny was proving to be much harder.

Eyes flickering back to the list, you observe the next name; Francisco Morales and as soon as you do, there’s a knock on the door.

When you open the door, the breath is violently sucked out of your lungs. He’s nothing like the other applicants. He’s older, handsome. There’s whites and grays mixed in his patchy beard and he’s wearing a ballcap that hides the soft brown curls. He meets your gaze, lips breaking into a sincere smile. Wow.

“Hi, I’m here for the live-in nanny job, Frankie Morales,”

“Uh, yeah, right through here,”

You lead him to the living room and gesture to the couch, “Have a seat, would you like anything? Water, coffee?”

“No, thank you,” a soft chuckle parts his lips as he sits. “By looking at you I’m assuming I’m not what you were hoping for,”

“It’s not that, I would have to interview you first to see if you’re right for the job or not. I just wasn’t expecting someone so–”

“Old?”

Your lips curve into an awkward grin, gaze focusing on the corner of his smile. You part your own lips to retaliate but he beats you to it.

“Before you say anything, I’m great with kids. Have multiple references and well, my reasoning is that kids just really make me happy,” when he notices your sole eyebrow raising, he waves his hands with panic. “Oh god, that– I didn’t mean– I’m an ex air force pilot and there aren’t a lot of job opportunities, and the jobs that I can apply to don’t really make me…feel good, if that makes sense?”

It does. But instead of voicing the thought out, you continue to observe him. A military man. That means he’s organized, and god knows that you need some stability in your life. He has nothing else going on, which means that his only focus would be on the house and your daughter. That’s a definite plus. No school, no fancy dreams.

Frankie removes the ball cap and cards his hair back, a slight tremble to his fingers. He seems to be the best candidate so far. And the fact that he’s good looking had nothing to do with it. Absolutely not. This is just that feeling you were waiting for. The feeling that others failed to give you. A feeling of security.

“Well, Frankie–” you smile in hopes to ease his nerves. “I’ll be calling your references first and after that we’ll have a week trial period to see how you get along with Margot. Does that sound good?”

“Yeah,”

“Great, I’ll call you tonight so we can discuss when you’ll be coming in. I’m not working tomorrow so if everything pans out you can come over and we can get you settled in,”

“Sounds great, thank you…” his sentence fades, you two exchange glances and you realize he’s waiting for you to give him your name.

“Miss Clementine,”

He smiles, nods and gets up, “Very nice to meet you, I’ll be waiting for your call. Have a good day,”

“The pleasure’s all mine, Mister Morales,”

When he leaves you feel giddy. Excited. Which are things you shouldn’t be feeling. With a sigh, you sit back down and pick up the paper to call his references. You’re surprised to see more than five names written down. Impressive indeed. Most of the people you talked to had their mom’s as references.

With a stuttered breath, you make the call.

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His Perfect Victim (Mickey Altieri X OC!Dahlia Levine)

Chapter Thirteen: A Deal’s a Deal

Words: 3.2k

Warnings: Language, mentions of past trauma, mention of Stu, mention of Tatum, family trauma, Dahlia’s parents being cunts, smut, oral sex, (m and f receiving) fingering, cum swallowing, etc

A/N: I KNOW, I KNOW, it’s been a hot minute I’ve just been real busy. My birthdays on the 28th so I’ve been planning shit for then, this may be the last thing I post as a 22 year old but I’ve got a faceriding with Mickey thing in the works so who the hell knows! Thank you to the sexy ass @bisexual-horror-fan for beta reading and editing once again, could NOT do this without ya! Let’s go!

@lizey-thornberry

“So, how are you two doing?” Randy stopped at a bench in the park, flopping down and looking up at me curiously, “Is Mickey treating you good?”

“God, relax Dad.” I scoffed, sitting next to him and crossing my legs, tucking a strand of hair that had fallen free from my loose braid behind my ear, “Things are going great, actually.”

Randy scanned my face, watching as my cheeks flushed pink and let out a laugh, poking my ribs playfully. “Oh, they are, are they?”

I pushed him back with a laugh, rolling my eyes at him. He didn’t need to know any of that. “Shut up, dickhead.”

Randy softens slightly, his smile is more fond than anything as he says quietly, “Sorry I was such a jackass, he makes you happy. That’s all I could want for you, so as long as he’s treating you the way you deserve, I don’t have an issue.”

I raised my eyebrows at him, biting the inside of my cheeks to stop from laughing, that wouldn’t go over well right now, not when he is being so genuine and earnest. “Oh, wow. Thanks for the stamp of approval, Rand. What’re you going to do if he doesn’t, beat him up?”

Randy flexed slightly before shrugging with a sarcastic, “What, you don’t think I could take him?”

The mood lighter, the momentary sweetness has passed.

You do laugh this time as you tell him, “Honey, you couldn’t take me in the eighth grade.”

“First of all, it was you and Tatum, I’m only one guy. Besides, girls go through puberty before guys, and you two were ridiculously tall for a couple of fourteen-year-olds.”

I laughed again before letting out a small sigh and smiling a little sadly, “I miss her.”

Randy expression matched mine, “Yeah, me too.”

Randy hesitated for a moment, leaning back against the rotting wood, before breaking the comfortable silence. “There’s something I wanted to talk to you about, actually.”

I opened my hands, inviting him to tell me, but he hesitated again, his teeth catching his bottom lip as his eyes flitted from my face and to his lap before I pushed his shoulder, looking at him curiously, “What?”

“It’s coming to the end of the semester, my mom wants me to go home, back to Woodsboro for a few weeks. Sidney’s going to see her dad too.” My smile faltered into nothing and I looked at him blankly, my body going rigid. I knew what was coming.

“My mom spoke to your mom, your folks want you to come home for a few-“

“No.” I interrupted immediately, my whole demeanour immediately switching.

“Dahlia-“ Randy began to talk, but I cut him off sharply with a shake of my head, “No, Randy. I swore I’d never go back there, and I don’t want to see them, and I don’t know why they’re getting you and your family involved in this. Besides, I’m fine here.”

I felt Randy’s hand on my knee and I sighed, pressing my hand against my forehead and saying softly, “I can’t go back there, Rand. I’m not ready, maybe I never will be.”

“So you’re just going to hide out here with Mickey forever and ever, live in your freshly blown bubble and avoid your parents for the rest of your life? Come on, you know if you don’t go and see them, they’ll come and see you.”

“Yeah, I doubt that. I haven’t had so much as a phone call from them since I left. They just want to sweep everything under the rug, pretend it never happened.” My hand dropped to my ring and I began to fiddle with it, not fighting the urge to screw with it.

“I mean, isn’t that what you’ve kind of been doing too? You never talk about him, Dahl.”

Randy’s overall tone was soothing, but I felt my face crumple and the silver of my ring began to blur. “I don’t actively not talk about Stu, but people just want to know about all the bad stuff. How we didn’t see the signs, how I couldn’t have possibly known the kind of person my own cousin was. Besides, the only time my family talks about Stu is to get pity points. You saw that stupid fucking documentary they did, right? How much money do you think they got paid after that?”

“You don’t owe anyone an explanation for anything, D.” Randy’s thumb drew circles on my knee, choosing to divert from my last statement, and I smiled at him sadly.

“But I should’ve noticed. I knew how much he cared for Billy and how much he was there for him when his mom left, he’d tell me about stuff. Until he didn’t, that’s when I should have known something was going on.” I sighed, leaning back on the bench and closing my eyes. “My mom and dad only care about their appearance, Rand. They’re doing everything in their power to make themselves seem like the victims in this, I don’t want to be around that.”

It was easier to remember Stu how he was when we were growing up. A big, clumsy, protective goofball. The only person in my family other than me that didn’t care about money and status.

“What should I tell my parents?” He asked softly, removing his hand from my leg in favour of grabbing my hand and pulling me up.

“Tell them to tell my parents I’m fine here.”

After hanging out for a few hours off campus, going bowling and getting some food, Randy and I walked back to college. He gave me a hug, telling me he’s always there if I needed to talk.

I loved Randy, he was one of the most important people in the world to me.

As we went to part ways, so I could go and see Mickey, he paused hesitantly, hovering a little and biting his lip.

“God, what now?” I groaned, feeling the further impending mass of bad news.

“There was something else… I, uh… You remember Gale Weathers?”

I scoffed, rolling my eyes. Of course, the tabloid snob turned “super reporter”, how could I forget.

Randy took my scoff as a yes and continued slowly, “Her book, it, uh…” Randy hesitated again, face strained, as if he were trying to find the words to make whatever he was about to say easier.

“Her book what, Randy?”

“She got the movie deal.”

I stared at him blankly for a moment, not registering what he was talking about, until I did.

“Are you fucking serious?”

Randy nodded his head, eyes scanning me anxiously.

“Does Sidney know?”

“She only found out yesterday, too, everyone did. You got a new number, right? Avoid the news? Sidney didn’t think you’d want to know right now, but you have the right to.”

Gale Weathers. That fucking bitch.

Although I was never mentioned by name in her book, she’d slandered my entire family to high fucking hell, as well as Sidney’s. I remembered comforting her for weeks after Gale’s book was released, watching her relive every painful memory over and over again. She’d never read it, never wanted to, but it seemed as though everyone else in the world had.

Sidney coming to college was big for her, and it was hard. The “that’s her” looks nearly sent her into complete isolation as it had done to me, that was until she was roomed with Hallie and met Derek and Mickey. She reinvented herself, finally becoming the best version of her. And now? I could only imagine how she was feeling.

“Where is she?” I asked Randy. I wanted to make sure she was okay. Not only had I been neglecting my friendship with Randy lately but with Sidney too. She was busy, I was busy. Sidney was probably the most understanding person in the world, so soft-spoken and so strong it was ridiculous. Right now, all I wanted to do was go and make sure she was okay.

“She’s staying with Derek until she goes to see her dad, just give her a few days, yeah?”

I agreed, leaning forward to peck Randy’s cheek and wished him a good night before beginning to walk back toward my dorm room.

Things were finally okay again, Sidney was happy, so were Randy and I.

I knew this was just going to open a can of worms and feelings that we’d all rather stay dead and buried.

As I walked toward my dorm, my eye caught a familiar car, but my brain was too crowded to register who it belonged to. That was until I rounded the corner and stopped dead in my tracks, mouth falling open and eyes wide.

“Mom? Dad?”

My mother turned around, eyes furious, and my dad smiled sheepishly at me. I stayed still, my feet rooted into the concrete beneath me as they began to walk closer to me, my mom already shouting.

“We sit on a plane for five hours, in fucking coach, no less. We land, and what do we see? A message from the Meeks’ saying that you don’t want to see us?”

I stared at my mother, watching the spittle fly from her mouth as she attempted to discipline me like I was a fucking child rather than a nineteen-year-old.

“What are you doing here?” I asked simply, teeth grinding together.

“Oh, not even a hi mom, hi dad, so nice to see you.”

“Well, you didn’t raise a liar.” I muttered, pushing a hand through my hair. “What are you doing here?” I asked again.

“We wanted to fly out and surprise you, honey.” My dad spoke next, voice a lot softer than my moms as he halted in front of me, face conflicted as if he was considering giving me a hug.

“Right, sure you did. This has nothing to do with Gale Weathers’ movie deal, I’m sure.”

I wasn’t stupid, the one thing my parents loved was money. More than they loved me, more than they loved each other. I knew they were just dying to rinse as much as they could out of this. The fact their only daughter was best friends with “The Prescott Girl”? Icing on their fucked up cake.

“I’m not going back to Woodsboro, okay? What, you want to try and do a big ass press conference again? Profit off your daughter dying and coming back, off of Sidney’s trauma? Yeah, no. Sorry you had a wasted trip. Bye.”

I pushed past them, my mother's hand tried to wrap around my arm, but I shoved it off, glaring at her and snapping out, “Don’t,” at the same time my dad begged, “Angela, don’t.”

She looked me up and down, ignoring my dad and shaking her head.

“We pay for you to go to this college, send you money, so you can live, and you can’t do this for us?”

I laugh, bitter and sad, “Oh, I’m sorry, mom. Sorry for not letting you exploit me or Sidney’s family for your own fucked up gain.”

“Drop the attitude, Dahlia.” She scoffed at me.

I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms over my chest tightly, and scoffed at her. She looked me over again, shaking her head again as if what she saw disgusted her.

“Dahlia, we’re sorry we haven’t been here for you.” I glanced at my dad as he spoke, doubt filling my face. “We weren’t there for you when you needed us, and we’re sorry for that.”

“Yeah, it sure seems like it-“

I felt a set of hand rest on my shoulders and for once, didn’t jump. I knew exactly who it was. I felt my eyes drop closed for a second as I leaned into his touch, practically feeling the curious stare Mickey was looking at my parents with over my head.

“Oh, who's this?” My mother’s voice had shifted to a lighter tone, an instinct whenever anyone else was within proximity. Couldn’t let strangers know what a raging bitch she was now, could she?

“Great.” I muttered under my breath before clearing my throat, hand reaching out to gesture from my parents to him. “Mickey, these are my parents, Angela and Jared. Mom, Dad, this is Mickey.”

“And Mickey is?” My mom asked, eyes flirting from my face and up to his. I wished I could see his expression.

“My boyfriend.”

Both of my parents’ eyes widened for a minute, looking from me to Mickey like they couldn’t believe it.

I felt Mickey move to stand beside me, and I finally glanced at his face. He looked almost curious as he eyed my parents before slowly extending a hand to my dad, switching on the charm quickly. “Nice to meet you, sir.”

My dad shook his hand, and I noticed he flinched just slightly at Mickey’s grip.

“Ma’am.” Mickey withdrew his hand, nodding slightly at my mother who was still staring at him a little dumbfounded.

“Boyfriend?” My mom finally spoke, ignoring Mickey and pulling her eyes back to me. “Really? And is he the reason you won’t come home?“

“You know why.” My voice came out sharper than I intended, and I sighed, glancing up at Mickey and back at them, “It’s late, can we please talk tomorrow? I’m guessing you’re staying at a hotel.”

“Dahlia-“ I shook my head once at my dad, grabbing Mickey’s hand and tugging him along behind me. He muttered, “Nice meeting you,” before quickly following me into my building.

“They seem nice.” He said sarcastically with a small smile once we were in my room, plopping himself down on my bed. “What are they doing here?”

“They want me to go home because it’s the end of the semester.” I told him, shrugging off my jacket and carefully placing it on the arm of my couch. My new phone buzzed, my phone number must’ve been given to my parents by the college, great.

Tomorrow evening, 6pm at Lakeside Restaurant. We’ll talk about all of this, love Dad.

I stared at the message for a second before responding with a blunt, okay.

I joined him on my bed, beginning to loosen my hair from its braid.

“What, you don’t want to?” He asked, swatting my hands away and gesturing for me to turn around, to which I quickly obeyed, letting him untie my hair swiftly and leaning into his touch. It was ridiculous how comfortable he made me feel, how all of my worries seemingly melted away as soon as I was with him.

“God, no. I never want to go back there.”

He hummed quietly, combing out my hair gently with his fingers before saying, “I’ve got nowhere to be either.”

I tipped my head back to look at him, watching his lips turn up into his heartbreaking smile as I did so, “No?”

“Nope. Randy and Sid going to see their families for break?” I nodded, shifting backward, so I was nestled into his arms, head resting on his shoulder. “I like the thought of having you all to myself for a few weeks.” He whispered into my ear, his voice sending goosebumps across my body.

“Oh, I bet you do.” I laughed, turning my head to kiss his jaw gently.

His face was serious, his hand settled on my hip and pulled me over, so I was straddling him, my hands playing with the back of his soft brown hair.

“You want me to come with you to speak to your folks tomorrow?” He asked seriously, lifting a hand to wipe some hair from my face. “Moral support and what not?”

I shook my head quickly, biting my lip.

“Why?”

“They’re very… judgy. You think they’re dicks now after two minutes of interaction? You don’t want to be sitting with them for an hour-long dinner, trust me.” I smiled fondly at him, sliding my hand from the back of his neck down his chest and torso. I felt his breathing change slightly and couldn’t stop my smile from widening.

I had to admit, it felt good knowing I had just as big an effect on him as he had on me. I wanted nothing more but to forget about the array of bad news thrown at me today, forget that my parents have turned up at my school unannounced.

“I’ll make you a deal.” He offered, moving his head forward to gently kiss my pulse. I shivered, only managing to hum in response.

“You let me come with you tomorrow, I’ll make you cum on my tongue till you can’t fucking take it.”

How could I say no to that?

Very quickly, I found myself lying naked on my bed, Mickey’s head between my thighs and his mouth latched onto my clit, one finger very tentatively curling inside of me.

“Fuck, you’re good.” I sighed, back arching and pressing my cunt into his face. He laughed against me, pulling back slightly, with the tip of his tongue still licking circles at my clit. I looked back down at him, watching as he fisted his cock whilst he ate my pussy, the sight only driving me closer and closer to the edge.

He edged me for about a half hour, dragging me closer to the edge only to snatch it away, a shit eating grin on his face as he watched my expression change and felt my cunt tense around his skilful fingers.

“I’ve made you into a desperate little slut, haven’t I?” He asked, pulling his mouth back and using his fingers to rub at my clit instead. I groaned again at the change of pressure, nodding my head quickly in agreement.

“Your fault.” I mumbled. “You promised you’d make me cum, you’re not coming tomorrow-“

He cut me off with licking a strong stripe up my pussy, halting at my clit and cradling it with his mouth, sucking indulgently and his finger pumping faster.

My hands threaded into his hair, forcing him to stay exactly as he was as I pushed myself down against his face again.

This time he didn’t snatch it away, letting me cum with a loud whimper on his face, before quickly moving onto his knees, pulling me up by my arm.

Without hesitation and knowing exactly what he wanted, I took him into my mouth quickly, only having to take him down my throat once before he came in my mouth with a groan, his head falling back and his hands in my hair, fisting it gently as he twitched and shot ribbons down my throat.

He gently pulled his cock from my mouth, falling back down onto the bed and pulling me with him, my head resting in his chest. I listened to his heart thudding, his chest heaving as he sighed, pressing his lips softly to my hairline.

“I needed that.” I said happily, breaking the comfortable silence.

“I know you did, baby.” He mumbled into my hair. “I was only half joking about me coming with you tomorrow, I get it’s something you need to do by yourself.”

“No, no.” I lifted my head, looking up at him and cupped his cheek, running my thumb along his cheek bone softly. “A deal’s, a deal.”

#I MISSED WRITING THEM SO MUCH #next chapters going to be a hard hitter #just wait #scream #scream 2 #mickey altieri #dahlia levine #mickey altieri x dahlia levine #his perfect victim #mickey altieri smut

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