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dhoranbolt · 3 months

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You don't fool me

A/n: two thing- first this took me forever to write, I kept having to go back and scrap ideas 🥹 second, I did not know just how down bad I was for this man until I had to sit down and write this so.

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Pairing: Sukuna x fem!reader, Yuji pining

cw/tw: minors/ageless blogs DNI, all characters aged up, dub-con that becomes enthusiastic consent, unprotected sex, cream pie, fingering, oral sex (female receiving), oral sex (male receiving), rough sex, dirty talk, threats of killing

Word count: 5k (ish)

This wasn't the first time they'd been paired up and sent off to find and kill a curse, but it was the first time Yuji was weary of the whole thing. They were both strong, that wasn't an issue – he'd been on back-to-back missions for weeks and it was starting to take its toll, that was the issue.

Of course, it didn't help that whenever he was around her, Sukuna would become an even bigger pain in the ass (than he already was).

They'd been sent to a long-abandoned warehouse, falling apart as it was, and radiating with cursed energy. Yep, whatever it was they were after was definitely in here.

"Split up to cover more ground?" She suggested as she looked up at him, but he shook his head.

"We can probably exorcize it quicker if we come across it at the same time, we should just stick together for now." It was a simple enough explanation, not a hint of 'I'm pushing my limits just being here with you' or 'it's easier to know you're safe if you're by my side' detectable.

To her, at least. Yuji chooses to ignore the scoff that resonates in his head as they cautiously enter the building. They walk side-by-side down the hallway, ears and eyes analyzing every detail of their surroundings.

"Must be one pain in the ass curse to send the both of us. I can feel the cursed energy everywhere, I just can't tell exactly where the source is." She filled the silence, wringing her hands together nervously.

"Yeah, I know what you mean. It’s out there, but it's all about the same output. We'll just have to watch our backs." Yuji said with a nod.

"Hey, what do you think Nobara did when she found out Gojo canceled movie night to send us after this one? I can see her practically popping a vein." She laughed softly, moving around a stack of boxes to find any sign of their curse.

"Fushiguro is probably wishing it was you that got left behind right about now." Yuji guessed with a small chuckle, suppressing the thought that he might have wished for it, too. A faint gurgle sounded at the opposite end of the hall, cursed energy seeping into every corner of their bodies as it grew closer.

Yuji covered her mouth with his hand, keeping her scream muffled as he tugged her against his chest and pulled them into the shadows.

"Shh, I think I hear something." He murmurs, squinting in the darkness. He doesn't feel the mouth form on his hand, not until her lips are moving against his palm as she makes a noise.

She's gagging; trying to pry Yuji's hand off her face. And he's going to – until Sukuna's voice rings in his head.

'Pull away and I'll bite her tongue off. Try to keep her quiet while she's drowning in her own blood'

Yuji froze as Sukuna cackled, and she still struggled in his grip, now like iron to keep the curse from making good on his threat.

His name was muffled when she frantically tried to call it, but it only left her mouth open that much more for Sukuna to swipe his tongue along the inside.

If they could conceal their own cursed energy for just a second, then it would keep going on its path to the left of them, and probably wouldn't circle back around for a while. Yuji set his jaw, glaring up the hall as he spoke.

"Conceal your energy, then we'll deal with him. One curse at a time." The only confirmation she gave that she heard him was slightly loosening her grip on his arm.

The curse slunk away and Yuji held his breath, waiting to hear any sign of it coming back. When he was sure it wasn’t, he let out a sigh and threw his head back against the wall. Taking a moment to realize the situation they were still in he looked down at her.

He couldn’t see the blush in her cheeks, but he could feel the heat on his fingers. She shifted her body against his, letting out a whimper at the awkward kiss she was still locked in.

Yuji swallowed hard and took a deep breath. This was so not the time to be letting the sounds she was making go straight to his cock.

'You want her so badly, take her.' Sukuna taunted.

"No." Yuji snapped his response, trying to think of a way out of this (and the boner he was starting to sport against her back).

'Fuck her, brat. Or I'll kill her the next time I get the chance, and I'll draw it out while I make you watch.'

Sukuna knew well what he was doing, keeping this conversation in Yuji's head. She had no clue what he was trying to shield her from. Of course he wanted her, but not like this. Not when Sukuna was all but forcing his hand on the matter, not even giving her a choice.

“I said no! Knock it off!” Sukuna just chuckled, and she turned her head to look up at him with worry in her eyes.

'Or perhaps you’d like me to put us both out of commission. Tell me, just how long do you think she’d last against this curse on her own?'

Yuji’s heart dropped to his stomach. There’s no way Sukuna hated her enough to let her die like this, not with the way he found her so entertaining to him. Not with the way he currently had his tongue down the back of her throat- right?

'No, but if it would cause you everlasting turmoil, I’d jump at the chance.'

Could she ever forgive him for doing this? Would Sukuna even drop this after all was said and done?

Yuji was exhausted, and Sukuna knew it too. It was only a matter of time before he could slip out and swap places.

'I could always assist instead. After all, one wrong move and she’s on her own anyways. Go ahead brat, ask me for my help.' He grinned.

“No, last time I let you out you were a dick.” Yuji snapped, but he was running out of options here. How long until that curse realized where they were and turned back around? He could always make a deal with Sukuna, if he would agree to it was another question though.

At the sound of Yuji’s words her body tensed, blood running cold. There was no way Yuji was actually thinking about letting the king of curses out into the wild, especially when he already had her in this position.

'Tic-toc punk ass, this offer isn’t going to last forever.'

“Promise you won’t hurt her first.” Her eyes went wide and she began to struggle in his grasp again, body going hot. Screaming through his palm and Sukuna’s tongue as well as she could manage in protest.

There is no way he’s about to offer his body over to Sukuna right now, and all she could think about were all the previous times he’d spoken to her – though, at her might be a better word. Everything he’d said up to this point, his promises to absolutely wreck her- all came flooding back. Could they really not handle this job any other way than to bring Sukuna into the mix?

'You humans are so predictable, really fucking takes the fun out of everything. I’ll get rid of the curse. Just say you aren’t strong enough, you need a real man to do your dirty work for you.'

“That’s not-”

'Going once…'

“I don’t-”

'Going TWICE...'

“Fine! I need your help, please.” She was hysterical at this point, thrashing in his grip as much as she could, grinding her ass into him harder every time she moved.

'That doesn’t sound like what we agreed to, try again.'

Yuji groaned, thankful he could use that as an excuse to let out some of his frustrations.

“Sukuna please, I’m not strong enough and need a real man to do my dirty work for me.” Yuji bit out, and she stilled at his words, stomach knotting. Any minute now, Sukuna would be breathing down her neck. Months of sexual tension, mostly from his side - would it finally come to a head now? Or would he leave it and just get the job done, let Yuji take back over when it was safe–

A low chuckle rumbled from behind her, and the sound ran straight through her body to her core. She swallowed, realizing the tongue down her throat had finally disappeared.

Sukuna ran a hand up her chest before resting it on her throat.

“Well, well, this is certainly a turn of events, isn’t it?” She whimpered, frozen in place. What the hell was she supposed to do now?

“Sukuna…” She breathed his name warily.

“Surprised to see me? I did tell you I’d have you some day. So, how was I? It’s been a few hundred years. You’ll have to excuse the fact I’m a little rusty.” Sukuna filled the silence, not waiting for an answer.

“You weren’t too bad yourself; I think I even felt you participating at the end. Care for more?” He whispered in her ear, tongue flicking out to lick her lobe. She bit back her moan, clamping her knees together as she gently rocked back into him. He laughed, moving his hands down her body to grip her hips and pull her in closer against him.

“Oh, don’t be shy now, it’s just us. The brat won’t even know, it can be our little secret.”

“I-” She stammered, face hot. So what if she’d gone back to her room at the end of a long day full of Sukuna teasing her, and closed her eyes while chanting his name under the sheets? So what if being the object of the king of curses’ endless teasing was what she used to push her over the edge some nights? That was all by her choice - she was in charge.

Currently having Sukuna’s painfully rock-hard cock prodding her ass while he held her tight against him? She was so clearly not in charge, and to make matters worse? The realization sent her core gushing.

“I can smell you,” he continued, taking in a long breath. And this time she couldn’t bite back her moan.

“Sukuna!” She gasped, feeling the blush run up her ears.

“I think you should really stop being such a cock-tease, woman. No wonder Yuji can’t help but fuck his fist most nights. I bet he can smell you too, he just spares your feelings by not saying anything.” The fog he’d brought with him was starting to clear, and she tried to pry his fingers off of her.

“Stop! You’re lying!” But Sukuna just threw his head back in a cackle.

“I actually don’t care if you believe me, do you want to know why?” He stepped out from behind her so quickly, shoving her back against the wall, it made her head spin. Looking up at his tattooed face and red eyes only solidified how real this situation was for her - and her mouth went dry. He grinned down at her, gripping her chin to hold her in place.

“I’m going to fuck you through this wall. You won’t be able to look at that stupid brat without thinking of me inside you ever again. And he’ll never know because he’s out cold.” Using his free hand, he ripped off her skirt. She cried out, trying to grip his wrist and stop her panties from meeting the same fate.

“Aww, still shy, are we?” He teased as he examined the red lace, running his fingers down to the ever-growing wet spot on them.

“N-No!” Sukuna just chuckled, watching her face morph from flustered to pleasure at his touch.

“And look, you even wore red just for me. How cute of you.” She moaned, closing her eyes. The physical and mental teasing was too much. If he wasn’t going to kill her, she was going to die of embarrassment. He sucked his teeth, hooking his thumb into her mouth and tugging her face.

“Look at me while I touch you, I won’t tell you twice.” He snapped, and her heart thrummed in her chest. It felt so good to finally have him touch her after all this time, she’d forgotten just how dangerous he was in the moment. She nodded sheepishly.

“Good, you listen well for a sorcerer. I don’t believe in praising those beneath me, but I think I’ll make an exception just this once.” He pressed his fingers against her core, watching the way she squirmed under him.

“You’re so wet already and I’ve barely touched you, was my tongue down your throat just what you needed?” Her head was spinning, his hold on her jaw rough, but all she could picture was wrapping her lips around him.

She slid her tongue around his thumb cautiously, watching his reaction for any sign that she’d miss-stepped.

He groaned, smirking down at her as he leaned closer.

“And here you’d have everyone believing you’re too innocent for such filthy things.” Finding the edge of her panties, he pushed them aside, running his fingers through her slick folds. He watched as she moaned, satisfaction settling on his face as the moan grew louder when he pushed a finger inside of her.

“God you’re so tight, there’s no way that brat could stuff his cock in you.” Her walls flexed at his words. Sukuna’s one finger was already so thick, and now her mind was swimming with the thought of having more.

“But don’t worry, you’ll take it from me.” And then she felt a second finger at her entrance, making her eyes open wider. She tried to speak as best she could around the awkward hold he still had her in, but it didn’t matter.

“Suku-na!” She cried out as he forced another finger into her.

“I’d be thanking me if I were you. I’m feeling generous enough to stretch you out before I ram my cock into your stomach.” He offered, grinning as he watched her try and hold herself together.

He didn’t wait for her to adjust to the feeling, why would he? Fucking her open on him was all he could think about while he sat bored on his throne - not that he was admitting it aloud.

So many days, weeks, months, of him wrapped up in her. He knew exactly what she was doing to him, even if she didn’t.

“Was it worth it to parade around like a whore in heat around us?” He asked as he began to slide his fingers in and out of her.

“You know I offered him the chance to have you first. Humans and their virtues though, so fickle. Of course, the brat couldn’t do this.” He pressed his palm against her cunt, and her back arched off the wall as his tongue shot out to flatten on her clit.

Letting go of her chin he wrapped his hand around her neck, giving it a testing squeeze before trailing down to her chest. Groping over her top, and then easily ripping the buttons away.

“Not my clothes!” She protested, but if he heard, he ignored her. Choosing instead to knead her breast as it spilled over her matching bra. Sukuna chuckled, looking back at her.

“The matching set, I’m starting to think you really did wear this just for me. Is that what you do? Under all those clothes you put on, you wear red hoping I’ll catch a glimpse. Hoping I’ll come out to rip it off of you.” He spoke as he rolled her bud roughly between his fingertips.

“God!” She cried out. He was everywhere. Pumping his fingers further inside her walls, tongue abusing her clit-

“I’ll be your god.” He hissed, before leaning down to suck her nipple into his mouth.

She was fast approaching the edge, gasping for air as he shot her towards her peak.

He curled his fingers inside of her, reaching a new angle that sent white hot pleasure shooting through her body.

“Sukuna!” She choked out, reaching up to ball her hands into his top. She was wary of touching him at first, opting to press against the wall instead. But it was all too much. She needed something more to try and ground herself through the first orgasm he was going to rip from her body.

“You gonna cum, little sorcerer?” He hummed around a mouthful of her breast, looking up at her expectantly. She already looked so cute and fucked out for him; grinding into his hand to push him further inside, face flushed as she whimpered his name over, brows pinched up while she looked down to him with a breathless nod.

“Please Sukuna...” If he wasn’t so pent up himself, he might have stopped what he was doing, but edging her would only edge him, and he had no interest in prolonging his own pleasure any more than being stuck in the passenger seat of his vessel already had.

For this encounter, anyways. So, he gave her what she wanted, driving his fingers faster into her cunt, biting down on the nipple currently still in his mouth, while his other hand roughly pinched at the other.

He could feel how close she was. It was getting harder to slide his fingers back into her, and he couldn’t wait to sink into her.

When he didn’t slow down or stop, she took it as permission, though, the tip of the iceberg was so close that even if he had told her no, she wasn’t sure she could have stopped, anyway.

It crashed over her in waves, throwing her against the wall as she cried out his name. Everything was gone - her sight, her hearing, all she could do was ride against his hand, and hope that their grasp on each other was enough to keep her standing through the intensity of it all.

Even when her high started to ebb away, he was still lazily pumping his fingers inside of her. Slowly the world came back to her, heartbeat pounding in her ears, and she whined.

“Aww, is someone sensitive?” He pulled away from her chest with a grin, red eyes glinting as he stared down at her dazed expression. She weakly pushed against his chest, trying to get him to stop while she regained some semblance of normal breathing.

“Sukuna…”

“Well, aren’t you going to thank me?” She swallowed hard, still trying to find her way out of the haze.

“I- thank you...” He pulled his fingers out of her, chuckling at the whimper that left her lips. Raising his hand to his mouth, he kept his eyes on her as he sucked his fingers clean.

“Mmm, I don’t think so.”

“What?” Confusion crossed her face, and he pressed the same two fingers against her parted lips, looking on in admiration as she opened them without question. Sukuna pressed his fingers against her tongue, pulling her mouth open as he did.

“Those red panties you’re wearing will be sufficient.”

“What?” The word left her mouth again, and he raised an eyebrow, dragging his fingers down her tongue and out of her mouth. She stared at him for only a second more before leaning down to slide them off her hips. She looked down to keep from fumbling, but he hooked his finger under her chin, tilting her face back up to him.

“I didn’t say you could look away.” She bit her lip, shimmying awkwardly to slide them down her knees. Stepping one foot out of them at a time, she began to lift them up. He grabbed them from her, large fingers brushing her own as he did.

She moved to stand up again, but he stopped her, shaking his head.

“On second thought, I don’t think one pair of panties is worth a mind-numbing orgasm, do you?” But it wasn’t really a question, not when he was already guiding her to her knees in front of him. The floor below her was cold - a shock that her core, still radiating heat, could feel.

“Be a good girl and open wide,” he said, reaching into his pants to take hold of his neglected cock. Pulling it out, he ran his thumb over the tip, smearing his precum up and down his length.

Sukuna groaned, gritting his teeth. The brat could imagine all he wanted; it would never compare to having her right here in front of him. Small hands braced on his thighs, eyes blown wide as she took in just how fucked she was about to be.

“See something you like?” Her breath hitched as he knocked his fat tip against her bottom lip. She slowly opened her mouth, tongue sliding out and against the underside of his cock. He groaned again, grabbing the back of her head as he forced himself into her mouth.

She dug her nails into his thighs as he did, trying in vain to pull her head back so she could breathe.

“You’re not acting very grateful. Don’t make me fuck your throat, I’ll end up hurting your feelings.” He chuckled. Tears were already welling in her eyes as she choked on what he could fit in her mouth. Slowly, she removed a hand off from his thigh, reaching down to run her fingers through her folds. When she’d gathered enough of her release, she reached back up to pump the rest of him with it.

“How resourceful of you. Makes me want to fuck my cock down your throat all the more.” She moaned around his length, gently rocking him as far as she could take him. Part of her was screaming for air, the other wanted to make him feel just as good as he’d made her feel moments ago. The fog was back, and she blinked the tears away as she looked up at him.

His jaw was tense, one hand still at the back of her head, the other balled in a fist and braced against the wall. Before this she’d only seen him when he was a mouth and one eye, stirring up chaos on Yuji’s cheek. Looking up at him now, though, red eyes trained on her and black markings all over his body - he was breathtaking.

All-powerful and terrifying as hell, considering that he could kill her in an instant, but breathtaking, nonetheless. She let her other hand slide down his leg to rest between her own, pressing her fingers into herself - only to whine in disappointment when it felt nothing like him.

“Needy little thing, aren’t you? I’ve gone hundreds of years without, and you just can’t wait for another.” She breathed hard through her nose, trying to take in as much air as she could before he hit the back of her throat again. Black dots buzzed at the corners of her vision, the sound of her choking on what she could take echoed through the hall.

Her jaw was pried open at a painful angle to accommodate him, and he wasn’t showing any signs of stopping. Her grasp on his cock grew slack, and she wasn’t fighting him every time he knocked his tip just a little further into her mouth. Her own fingers stilled in her aching walls, eyelids fighting to stay open.

Sukuna huffed, sliding his hand around to smack at her cheek.

“Don’t go passing out on me now, I’m not finished with you just yet.” And he pulled out of her mouth with a loud squelch as she gasped for air. The lightheaded feeling slowly dissipated as she looked up at him, tears and spit covering her face.

“You did okay. For now. We’ll revisit that later, get up.” She didn’t have to be told twice, rising on wobbly legs as quickly as she could. The thought occurred to her, that she was practically naked in front of him, while he was still fully clothed. She swallowed hard, trying to wipe away some of the shame along with the tears.

But he didn’t give her much time to wallow in her self-pity, quickly turning her around and pinning her to the cool wall. She shivered at the feeling of his solid body pressed into her back, erection still wet with her spit as it bounced on her bare ass.

“Maybe next time, I’ll let you look at me while I fuck you.” He breathed down her neck, grabbing his length and rubbing it through her folds. She dug her nails into the wall; he barely fit her mouth, there was no way she was ready–

“Relax, I’m not interested in breaking you the first time around. It would ruin the fun in watching you look at me in anticipation every time you’re around.” And he wasn’t wrong. Hell, he was still here, and the anticipation was coursing through her. Taking a slow breath she waited, thankful that the cool wall was enough to ease the heat on her face.

Sukuna gripped her hip and hooked his tip at her entrance before pushing in. She gritted her teeth, moaning at the already over-full feeling. For the situation being what it was, he was fairly gentle as he steadily eased himself through her tight walls with a prolonged hiss. She could only stay pressed against the wall, jaw dropped in a silent moan as he filled her out inch by agonizing inch. Her eyes rolled, body unsure if she should cry out in pleasure or pain.

“God look at you, practically foaming at the mouth. What would your sorcerers say if they caught you like this, hmm?” He groaned, bucking his hips up into hers. Her voice finally caught up to her, and she cried out, nails scraping down the wall as she clawed for anything to keep her grounded.

He didn’t quite fit all the way, but it only turned Sukuna on even more. Of course, he couldn’t fit - but he would. He would break her open on his cock as many times as he needed, until she fit him like a second skin. Until he was the only thing she could think about whenever she tried to seek pleasure elsewhere.

She was playing a game she had no clue about, and Sukuna was going to win. He laughed as he grabbed her hips, pulling out to slam back into her walls. They sucked him in and tried to keep him out all at the same time.

“Sukuna, fuck!” She moaned, reaching behind her to slow him down. He said he wasn’t going to break her, but the rough pace he’d set was literally fucking the air right out of her lungs. Her walls squeezed him tighter, and he moaned.

“Too much for you already, princess? I’m just getting started.” Sukuna grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head.

“Too much, fuck, ‘s too much!”

“I’m not that brat, you’ll take what I give you exactly how I give it to you. Don’t piss me off, I’m in such a giving mood, right now!” He snaked his other hand around her, tongue darting out to swirl around her clit. Sukuna grinned. In an attempt to get away, she only managed to shove herself further onto his cock.

“Sukuna please, I don’t…Please!”

“Short circuiting, and I’m not even close yet. Shall we see just how many times I can make you cry before I’m finally satisfied?” Her mind was melting, she didn’t care anymore. What was she even begging for? Him to stop? Or maybe she was begging him not to stop. She’d never been filled up like this before; even the pain was pleasurable now. All she could do was stand against this wall and take it, anyway. Her body relaxed against him slightly, and he grinned.

“Is there something you want from me, little sorcerer?” She bit her wobbly lip hard, trying to focus on his words.

“I want- I wanna cum.”

“That so?” She nodded with a whimper.

“Beg, and I’ll think about it.” She couldn’t even be bothered with the feelings of shame looming overhead. She wanted one thing, and if begging was all she needed to do to achieve it, well…

“Please I wanna cum.” She whined, hands flexing in his grasp.

“Beg more, you can do better than that.”

“Please Sukuna please I wanna cum, never wanted to cum so bad. Please make me cum on your cock please I-” She was a wailing mess, she didn’t care who heard her pleas, only that he might answer them. His tongue licked at her folds, snaking around his length to tease her from every side.

He rocked her into her second orgasm, reveling in the feeling of her tightening around him as she screamed.

God, he needed to feel it again. The way her walls fluttered around his thickness, trying to close around the strain of taking him. The feeling was maddening, and Sukuna was sure he could pull another one from her immediately, he just needed to pick up the pace as he rammed his cock harder into her.

The wet sound of his second mouth lapping at her, mixed with her moaning variations of his name and ‘fuck don’t stop’ was more than enough to catch the attention of anyone close by, and as absorbed as Sukuna was in this little game, he wouldn’t let his guard down. He was sure she didn’t even remember what they were here for anymore at this point. If the whites of her rolled eyes and the drool currently sliding down the wall where her face was pressed against it were any indication, anyway.

He could feel her whole body start to twitch and tighten, and he knew she was close again. Two orgasms in, and he knew her body so well already. He’d put that knowledge to good use later.

“Go ahead little sorcerer, scream for me.” And she came hard, walls clamping down on him, practically shoving him out while she did. It was enough to send him reeling, too. Hips slamming up into her, he sank his teeth into her shoulder as he finished with a growl. If they weren’t both so wrapped up in each other, they might have realized he growled ‘mine.’ He painted her insides in white hot ropes, stilling when the euphoria finished washing over him.

“If you think that was mind-numbing, just wait until I get ahold of you in my true form.” Sukuna whispered against the shell of her ear.

He pulled out with a groan, watching her whole body quiver as he did.

“Clean yourself up.” She finally looked back at him, brows knit. He ripped the sleeve off his jacket, handing it over to her. When she tried to pull it, his grip tightened, and he looked at her expectantly.

“Thank you…” She said quietly as she cleared her throat.

“Such a good girl for me already, I don’t even have to train you. I’ll be back, be ready to leave when I am.”

“Wait where-”

“There’s still a job to do here, isn’t there? I’ve got a curse to kill.” He smirked as he walked backwards up the hall.

Yuji wouldn’t be awake for a while, plenty of time for Sukuna to hide his prize. One of the many he planned on taking from her, he thought as he twirled the red panties on his finger.

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"That's nice, count me in! What type of passes are they?", you questioned, taking a bite from the cake on your plate.

"I don't know, he was talking all about them and I must admit I zoned out", she admitted, "but he said they were really good! He was very surprised at what the passes had, but his boss is very cheap so I don't know how great they actually are considering the possible comparison", she smiled as you nodded, "count me in, though. It's been a while since I stepped foot on one of them", you recalled.

The last race you attended was when Max was in Formula Three still. The paddock was so big and crowded with so many people, you doubted you'd bump into him. It wouldn't do you any good, would it?

"How did you get hospitality passes?", you gasped as Matthew handed you the lanyard, "they've invested a lot of money so I guess the sponsors didn't mind loosening the belt", he shrugged, putting his own around his neck after scanning it.

"Thank you for this, by the way", you flashed him a smile, "no worries, Y/N, the only way I could convince her to come was if you joined us, and I don't mind actually spending the weekend with someone who also knows a little about the sport", he chuckled as Cara laced her arms with her fiancé, "I'm glad he has you to talk to as well, there's only so much feigned interest I can muster up", she rolled her eyes.

Scuderia Alpha Tauri had been Toro Rosso, but despite the name change, as soon as you walked in, some faces were still familiar from the pictures you got sent from Max on gia first season with them.

"Why did you get interested in Formula One anyway?", Matthew asked you while you sipped on a latte, "I always loved the idea of the cars going very very fast, and then when I actually had the knowledge to understand how they worked, they really intrigued me", you offered, "I also had a friend who was very into it, so he also escalated my interest in it".

"He didn't pull you enough to work on motor sport though?", Matt wondered.

"I didn't enjoy the competitiveness of all of it", you admitted, "it's very strict, and if you want to be successful, it takes the good things away - your family, your friends", you opened your heart to him, thankfully noticing it and sorting the heartfelt confession seemingly about a job, "they travel a lot and they're really competitive that is, I'd never be able to do that for a job", you smiled, hoping you saved yourself from further questions.

"That's why you did mechanical engineering, then?", he asked, "for the most part, yes", you replied, "Oh, they're starting free practice", you smiled, looking over to the track from the balcony seats.

Sophie walked into the RedBull hospitality, looking for her family. Because it was Monaco, they felt safe enough to bring the Lio and Luka to the paddock, knowing they would be close to home in case things didn't go well as planned.

"Grandma!", the oldest boy called her from his spot on his father's lap, his brother sleeping on his mother's chest.

"Hey, my dears", she greeted, "You won't believe who I found on my way here", Sophie began, "I'm surprised Max didn't tell me he invited Y/N. It's a shame she isn't here with us, though", she commented.

The first indicator of surprise should be the way the blond woman looked at her mother, "what do you mean Y/N is here?", she whisper-yelled.

"I just saw her in the Alpha Tauri hospitality, I was walking with Helmut and he was headed there, that's when I noticed her. Max didn't tell you?", she quirked an eyebrow just as her son sat down next to them.

"What didn't I tell who?", Max spoke, setting his plate of food down on the table.

"Why didn't you tell us you invited Y/N for this weekend?", Victoria was the first to scold him, hitting his arm in a sisterly manner, "and in Alpha Tauri of all places? I'm sure they would've bent the rules a little and give you a pass so she could be a RedBull guest!".

Max thought he heard incorrectly. Y/N, his Y/N was in the paddock, in the sister team of the one he now drove for.

"I, I didn't offer her anything", Max said, his brother in-law looking at him weirdly as well, "I don't know how or why she is here, but I had nothing to do with it. We haven't spoken in a while", he mumbled. A while, three years, same thing, he supposes.

"Well, I just saw her. You should go say hi, I'm sure she would love to but she can't exactly find you where she is, it has to be the other way around", Sophie offered.

"What makes you believe she would?", Max questioned, both himself and his mother and sister.

"Because the way you never forgot her, she never forgot you", Victoria sterned, "don't you think she deserves your attention? She was in it for the long run, Max, and maybe she has moved on, maybe even has someone", the thought alone made Max loose his cool, "but she was your friend, the person you trusted most in the world and you let her slip".

"Don't sugar coat it, please", Max sarcastically replied.

"It's true, Max, and you know it", Sophie said, sensing her son didn't want to talk about the topic, but not allowing him to leave the table without a piece of her mind as well.

Max needed to put on his suit again, ready for qualifying, walking along the corridor until he found his door.

"Hey, before you go", Victoria called her brother as he was about to go into his driver's room, "Lio is really fussy, so we're just going back to your place, I'm sorry", she said.

"It's fine, whatever you feel the most comfortable with", he said, waving at his nephews and brother in-law.

"We will be supporting you from home, then", she said, kissing his cheek, "And Max? I know you're not used to it, but follow your heart", she smiled.

"Can I do that now?", he softly bit back, smiling and blushing at his words.

"What's stopping you?", Victoria said as she walked back to her family.

"Who is that?", Jos asked as Max asked him if he could invite you over for dinner before the season began.

The conversations with Toro Rosso were getting serious and the opportunity for a seat in Formula One was right there, up for him to grab if he worked enough.

"She's my friend, you know Y/N", Max tried to reason with his father.

"For this to work, Max, I think you need to distance yourself from home", Jos advised, ignoring his mention of you and carrying on with his lecture, "I'm talking no parties, no trips to come and see friends and family - I really think those are just getting in the way between you and the career you deserve".

The statement was clear, and Max knew better than to question it.

"I've spoken to your mother - she wasn't the biggest fan -, but you really need to focus on this", Jos reiterated, "no friends, much less girlfriends", he chuckled.

The dinner ended up being just Jos, Max and Victoria, the thought of having you there quickly erased in his head.

When Max met up with you before he left for the season, he was antsy. Just a week before, you had stolen innocent kisses from eachother's lips and revelled in the feeling of being in eachother's embrace without a care in the world. And it felt good, so good, like the piece that was missing in Max's life finally completed the puzzle.

"Hey", you greeted, kissing the corner of his lips and allowing him to pull you down to sit on the sofa.

"I spoke to my dad, I'm leaving in a few days", Max said, "there's some testing they want me to do still", he mumbled, lacing your fingers in his.

"And where do we end up?", you asked the million euro question. Truthfully, you entertained the thought. Even though being away from Max for most of the year would be a challenge, the love you felt for him was too big, too great for you to forgo that challenge. You were his and he would be yours.

"It's not going to work, Y/N. I need to focus on racing", he stated blankly despite how much it hurt him to utter those words out to you as the conversation with his father resonated with him.

"Max your focus is getting a Formula One seat", his father sterned, "do you know how hard it is? How much effort and work you have to put in? There can't be any distractions!"

"But Y/N isn't a distraction!", Max reasoned. If anything, you were the one keeping him humble and with both feet on the ground at all times. You cared for him, not because of his racing, who he was or who he could become, but because you loved eachother.

You'd never do anything to ruin his career, Max thought as he worked up the courage to tell you all of it. He couldn't get distracted, not now. He couldn't afford making mistakes because he had a girlfriend back at home waiting on him.

Your understanding, however, wasn't aligned with his expectations. He hoped you'd fight, at least, but you swalled your tears and nodded, "okay, Max. I hope you get your seat, you deserve it so much, I know it will happen".

Max put in on pole, leaving you to smile and snap a picture of the moment, wondering if you'd have the courage to send it to him.

"So, does this mean it's over?", Cara asked, "Because I could do with going home, actually", she nudged.

"Let's go, then!", you smiled, putting your phone in your bag and looking for the way out, ending up following the other guests into the paddock.

"Y/N, dear!", you heard someone call your name, and on cue, you looked for the voice despite the fact that it wad unlikely someone recognised you there.

Sophie didn't age, you thought, as you looked at the source of the voice that called you.

"I'm not going to hold you up, guys, you can go!", you smiled, waving at Matthew and Cara once you assured them you would be fine.

"I'm sorry, Sophie - they're my friends, and he was the one who got the passes from his office", you apologised for leaving her to wait a little for you.

"It's alright, dear. It's been so long since I've seen you", she nudged, "I'm sure Max would love to see you, too!", she jumped straight in.

"Would he, though?", you squinted your eyes.

"He would, Y/N", Sophie said earnestly, "I saw you this morning - at Alpha Tauri -, and he knows you're here", she smiled, "I'm assuming you're watching the race, too. Pay him a visit, okay?", she rubbed your shoulder and left a kiss on your cheek, "He's also my ride home, so I need to go look for him! Bye, Y/N!".

Race day meant rush everywhere, so you got to the paddock just in time before everyone rushed inside, finding the perfect spot to watch the race.

"I need to take this call, one second", you said to Cara, recognising Max's contact on your phone.

"Y/N, hi! I didn't think you'd pick up actually", you could hear the nervousness on his voice, "thanks for the picture, by the way, it was very... nice".

"It's no problem really, I thought it would be a good memory to keep", you smiled, "are you ready for the race? Or do you want me to give you a pep talk?", you chuckled. Back in the day, whenever he didn't feel too confident about a race, you had the power to help him out his head in the right place and bring his winning mentality to light.

"I'm fine, actually", he smiled, "I- I was wondering if you'd like to meet up later", he gulped, "I'd like to talk to you, but it's difficult until the race finishes, and then debriefs and media and all that".

"Sure, text me when you're done then", you stated boldly, "have a good race Max, you know I'm supporting you".

"Even if you're with Alpha Tauri?", he joked.

"I never stopped supporting you, it's not going to be a guest pass that's going to change it", you said as he bid you goodbye, ending the call and finding your friends.

When Max won, you clapped unashamedly as everyone else seemed to join you in your excitement, and after the race celebrations were done with, you waited patiently for the text to get to your phone.

"So you're staying back?", Cara asked, "I am, I'm meeting a friend", you explained. At her curious stare, you furthered, "do you remember the guy I told you about when you tried to set up that double date?", she nodded, "yes, the guy you were friends with, and when you both wanted to take a step forward, he had this big shot as his dream career and his father wouldn't allow him to date anyone", she said as she realized, "my goodness, he's here? Y/N, go for it!", she encouraged, "I know you still have feelings for him, who knows? Maybe this is your chance to reconnect", she rubbed your shoulder.

After you bid goodbye to Cara and Matthew, a text go through to your phone.

From: Max

Mum is waiting for you at the door :)

Approaching the hospitality, you quickly spotted Sophie, "c'mon in, dear! Max wanted me to get you myself, he was afraid no one would ler you in", she chuckled, guiding you through until you were in their dining area.

"Y/N!", Max beamed, setting down the crayons he was drawing with at the table with Luka and walking up to you.

"Hey everyone!", you waved at Victoria, putting a pin the two little boys' curious stares as they looked at you so you could hug Max.

"Congratulations, Max, I knew you could do it", you whispered into his skin, his arms hugging you so tightly against him.

"Thank you, Y/N", he spoke, "I missed you so much, I missed this so much", he squeezed you one more time before allowing you to greet the rest of his family.

"This is Tom, and that's Lio and Luka", Victoria said after she hugged you tighlty, "say hi, guys!", she encouraged as the two little copies of Max waved back at you.

"We're going to head home, it was great seeing you, Y/N!", Sophie announced, "I'm sure we'll see eachother a lot more from now on", Victoria complimented, helping her husband pack up the kids' belongings and toys so they could retire to Max's apartment.

"I was wondering if you wanted to have dinner sometime this week", he jumped straight forward, "I'm having dinner with the team today and then the rest of the grid want to go to the club, so I wouldn't be able to spend that much time with you, and I want to be able to just focus on you", he smiled.

"That's fine by me, I appreciate the thought", you smiled as he led you to one of the tables, asking one of the caffé staff for something to drink for the two of you.

“Listen, I think, I think we found each again for a reason", he began boldly, not sure if this was the way to go after not having spoken to you in a couple of years. Still, it wasn't a lie.

"Define found, considering we've been iving in the same city for nearly a year", you smiled, "although you don't spend much time here anyway, so I guess that's a nice enough excuse", you teased, your foot tapping his shin playfully under the table.

"So, Monaco, hm?", Max started, "I didn't expect you to live here out of all places", he nudged, wanting to know more about your move but afraid he was stepping in vulnerable territory.

"I did it because of my earnings for sure. I've got to save as much as I can on tax on the fortune I make as a female engineer", you sternly said as he looked the most surprised you'd ever seen him, "I'm joking - not all of us move to Monaco so our million euro salaries have better taxes", you teased.

"Why did you do it, then?", he asked, smiling at how familiar it all seemed. Just like old times, he thought.

"The company I work for was the one that needed the tax benefits", you clicked your tongue, "and they wanted people to move here. Only one of my colleagues moved here with her whole family, as they expected, so they ended up calling the ones that weren't attached to anything or anyone in particular, and I was one of them", you shrugged your shoulders, "I moved to a new country with a different language, the only people I knew were my work colleagues, so I had no one to complain about them to, but I make it work - at least I like to think I do", you smiled.

Not attached to anyone, he recalled, humming at your response, "it's not such a bad place to live, right? Granted I don't spend much time year, but still enough to appreciate it", Max spoke.

"How about you, Mr World Champion", you nudged, "how does it feel?".

"Obviously it's great, and everything that I worked for", he added, knowing the underlying topic in the conversation, "I get to drive fast cars and I travel the world, there's not much left for it to be the complete dream", he said, gingerly touching your fingers over the table and accepting your hold when you laced them together.

Conversation was flowing easily until one of the employees told Max that he would have to go and get ready for the dinner, meaning you would have to part ways.

"Does Tuesday work for you? I'm not sure how well I'll be tomorrow", he chuckled, "yes, that's fine by me, just text me the address and the time", you smiled, getting up and kissing his cheek, "have a good time, Max, but be careful with the alcohol, I'd hate to have to pick you up again", you reminded him of the time he got way too drunk and he insisted he would only go home if you came to pick him up.

Dinner was great and Max invited you back to his place, hoping you'd be able to talk properly about the elephant in the room in a more private and comfortable place.

"You're struggling there, aren't you? Even with your itty bitty small hands?", Max teased as your pinky just about stretched enough for you to not lose everything by dumping the contents of your bag on the sidewalk.

As you and Max left the restaurant, you fiddled with your wallet in your bag, hoping to keep the card the waiter gave you safe for the next time you wanted to visit the place.

"I do not have itty bitty small hands!", you argued, shaking your bag a little to make sure everything was safely in place.

"We need to have the same starting line - like", you rearranged them so your wrists would be touching. Still, it didn't make much of a difference on your end. It looked like it even highlighted a few more differences, "yours is much bigger, I give up", you giggled.

"See?", Max said as he held your hand out against his, "these are the size of fairy hands! Tinkerbell probably has bigger hands than yours!", he exclaimed as you noticed how much bigger his hand was compared to yours. His fingers were a little bit thicker than yours and his palm covered all of your hand almost completely.

Now or never, Max thought as he laced your fingers in his once you let your arms drop and rest by your side. His thumb rubbed your skin and warmed you up, "was this your plan all along?", you wondered, feeling the bravery around you two and choosing to act on it.

"Lacing my hand in yours or proving to you that my biggest mistake was letting you go all of those years ago?", Max stated as he looked deeply into your eyes.

"We should talk about this inside", you bit your lip, allowing him to guide you through the apartment complex he lived in.

His living room was decorated in classy tones, probably with the help of him mother and sister, as you sat down on the sofa and face eachother.

"I know I apologised at the time, but I'm still sorry, Y/N", Max said, "at the time it was the dream and I didn't have much room for my own decisions. Still, I should've fought", he concluded.

"You didn't blatantly acknowledge it and decided we couldn't be together, Max", you conforted despite the hurt you felt at the time, "it hurt, - like a bitch actually -, but not because you were following your dream. I never wanted to pull you back and get in the way of your achievements", you gulped, "but I would be lying if I said I wouldn't like to give this a go, to give us a chance", you smiled.

"I know I have crazy schedules - I am barely here during the season -, but you were always the one I thought about. When I first raced in F1, when I got my first podium, my first win, my bad races - I wanted you there", he admitted, blue eyes looking into yours, "I can't promise that it will be easy, but I'll never risk you or our relationship, that's non negotiable", he stated.

Moving closer to him, you cupped his cheek with your palm, the slight stubble tickling your skin, "I'm in, Max", you smiled, taking the plunge and kissing his mouth, lips moving in sync as his hands pulled you into his lap.

The blissful moment was interrupted by a meow, Jimmy and Sassy walking into the living room, "Oh, guys", Max held you close to him as the cats sniffled you, "this is Jimmy and Sassy, my cats, took then long enough to leave the guest bedroom", he smiled as you tried to pet them, "cute, they seem nice enough - for cats anyway".

#max verstappen imagine #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen fanfic #max verstappen fluff #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 fanfic #f1 fluff

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ne-nene-ne · 1 year

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♡ How to gain the dragon's affection ♡

-> things you can do to make this handsome fae weak in the knees

malleus x reader (fluff!)

Wear or carry the things he's gifted you!

Whether it's a necklace, bracelet, or even a mini gargoyle statue, have it on you! Malleus will beam with pride when he sees it on your person. I feel like he's a bit of a possessive person, so he'd love seeing you dressed in the things that he, himself has chosen and gifted you.

Indulge him in his passion for exploring ruins and his love for gargoyles!

If you show even the tiniest bit of interest in gargoyles or ruin exploring, you will see Malleus' eyes light up immediately and he will begin talking about it for hours. Please allow him to do so. Not many share his passion or are interested in these types of things (if at all), please listen to him ramble on. Heck, join the Gargoyle Studies Club! Give this dude some company because he's pretty much the only member there. 😭 And look, he's aware that not everyone is interested in the same things he is, but if you at least put in the effort to listen and try to understand, he'd be a happy fae

Include him in your activities!

We already know how much of a complex he has towards being invited/uninvited, so if you constantly make it a point to include him in whatever you're doing, he will feel loved. I don't think he'd be picky about what kind of activity you'd be doing. He'd be open-minded to whatever it is. In fact, he'd try to find possible ways to make it easier on you if it's a difficult task. If it's an artsy/creative activity, like painting, there's a chance he'll either be pretty good at it at first try, or he'll end up making a bit of a mess. I also don't think he'd mind much of this either, even if he did end up looking silly. He would laugh it off heartily and probably be like, "How interesting...!" He's curious about your ways and is very much willing to learn. His adoration for you will just increase if you try to teach him

Help him raise his tamagotchi!

He absolutely loves his Roaring Drago and so if you offer to help him "raise" it or offer to watch over it whenever he's busy, he'll fall more in love with you. Not only will he feel closer to you as you both nurture the little creature, he might even begin to see a future with you and your own little ones (if you ever had that in mind) and oh, how he knows how much he'd love that life dearly if it was spent with you.

Share that full-sized cake with him!

This one is oddly specific but as seen in his profile, Malleus dislikes full-sized cakes because he tried eating one entirely by himself 😅 (ofc he wouldn't feel great afterwards). You might be met with a resistant attitude or sour face from him (out of instinct) when you bring out that whole cake, but show him that it isn't as bad as he thinks when he shares it with someone. Maybe he'll like it! And if he doesn't, well then you guys can smear the leftovers on each other's faces and have a bit of fun!

This poor boy has just been left out on a lot. Make him feel welcomed, wanted, and loved and he will adore you forever 🥺❤️

a/n: not really proofread tbh but it was a fun one! I might just turn this into a series and do the same for other twst charas. I'm thinking of Azul or Leona next, hmm

And OKAY so I originally posted this on @lyneira (my brand new writing blog) but my posts on there aren't showing up in the tags yet so I guess I'll still be posting some of my writing here until tumblr allows them to be seen 😭 somebody pls interact with my new blog so that tumblr doesn't think I'm a bot 😔

#twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland imagines #malleus draconia #malleus x reader #nene writes~♡

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galactic-rhea · 3 months

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WDYM Anakin is Luke and Leia's dad

I dunno if this post will reach the Star Wars fandom but I hope it does because I'm sure you all will get a good laugh at me.

As of recent I have developed a good hiperfixation for Star Wars, the thing is I knew nothing. NOTHING about Star Wars besides the fact it had aliens and...a war...in space? And funny swords. And main character is Luke or something, I spent over 20 years ignoring anything about Star Wars and somehow missing most references out there.

And recently, literally less than a month ago I saw a gif and said to my partner "oh this guy this guy looks cool, this gif looks nice" and he said "Oh well, he's a good character." And it all developed into me watching Clone Wars, the animated series you know and...and I was kinda blown away, on my opinion the show IS GREAT. And I love every character and their interactions, I love how much they focus on side characters, and they all seem very well written. I got hiperfixated really fast and saw Anakin and I was like "Omg, babygirl. He's a blorbo now."

And because of the show, this was super unexpected, but somehow I also got, really got, into the ship with Padmé because omg, cool woman. Literal happy squeaky noises of someone who was in a bad state and needed some good ol' distraction and comfort.

Now, like I said I knew nothing about Star Wars as a whole. And I still haven't watched the movies, besides the ocassional gif?

So imagine my shock, my surprise, my...bewilderment when I realized.

"Wait a minute, LUKE IS ANAKIN'S SON?! HOLY-"

Ladies, gentleman, and others, I think I came very late to this party and I don't even know how it took me so long.

Not only that, but because of this sudden love for the series, I went to my friends circle like "BESTIE, GUESS WHAT, I HAVE A NEW BLROBO AND A NEW FAV SHIP AND EEEP"

And my friends are like "omg that's amazing, what is it?"

I tell them, and of course they all know these characters and they all react like they know this very bad secret fact and I got told several times already "Please, don't watch the episodes 2 and 3 alone, it will hurt."

I feel like blissfully walking among rainbows and blue skies while everyone else know that my future is doomed. Somehow.

(Uncomfortable silence)

Not only that, but then I spent a whole deal of time thinking "Where the heck I have seen these guys" cus there was some fmailiarity I couldn't just point out and then one day I woke up, brushed my teeth and of all sudden I realized and it was such a shock.

Do you know how SURREAL is to get very into a character, and into a ship, and then realize they're the same from that super widespread meme that has been around for who knows how much time?

I swear I thought that meme was from some old medieval fantasy movies or something.

But alas, Star Wars now is EVERYWHERE. People do references to Star Wars ALL THE TIME and it's just now I'm catching them.

I got spoilers. From a meme. In a youtube review that had nothing to do with Star Wars hah. Everything is a spoiler, the world is an apparent spoiler. Now I'm here, trying to avoid spoilers from something everyone seems to know, even my family knows. It's so surreal and I wouldn't have it any other way 😂

Anyways, if you read until here, know that a wild ride still waits me, cuz I'm only starting Season 3 of Clone Wars and I don't plan to watch the movies until I finish the series.

And yes, I made this blog just to ramble freely about SW and draw stuff because it sparked my inspiration after a long art block.

Have this doodle I drew after watching the two first episodes, my offering for you reaching this far.

Note: Wouldn't Anakin and Padmé's ship name be Animé? Cuz that's hilarious.

#rambling #star wars #star wars fandom #anakin skywalker #darth vader #the clone wars #sw tcw #tcw #tcw fanart #clone wars

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acewritesfics · 4 months

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FIREFLIES | Tommy Shelby

⚠️ THIS IS A REPOST FROM MY MAIN BLOG @/DLMLUFICS. UNFORTUNATELY, I HAVE TO DO IT THIS WAY. MORE INFO IN MY PINNED POST.

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Reader

Request: No but I was encouraged by @runnning-outof-time to write this. This is a extended version of my Fireflies mood board.

Fic Type: Imagine

Warnings: Death. Grief. Swearing. Murder.

Word Count: 1,922

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"You're late," Y/N says as she senses Tommy walking towards her.

"Late for what?" he asks as he reaches her.

"To see the fireflies," she says turning her head to look at him. "But I guess there will be other nights that we'll get to see them. They aren't going anywhere, and neither am I."

"I wish I could take you anywhere that you wanted," he tells her.

"But I like being here," she smiles softly, turning her body to stand in front of him. "It's peaceful and the view is beautiful and even more so when you're here with me."

"I'm sure it gets lonely," he sighs sadly, hating that his first love will always be tethered to this spot.

"Maybe for a second but then the fireflies come out and I'm reminded of you," she tells him. "You were always my light in the darkness."

"I was never the light, sweetheart," he says cupping her face in his hands. "You were always the light."

"If you think that because of the man you've become, then think again, Thomas Shelby," she says placing her hands over his. She turns her head, kissing one of his palms before resting her head on it. "I knew you before the war and before you had blood on your hands. You were the only good thing in my life. And I know that man is still inside you."

"He died with you," he tells her. "That man doesn't exist anymore."

"Yes, he does," she smiles. "He'll be back, once you learn that despite everything that's happened, you're allowed to be happy and live the life you wanted back then."

"I'll be living it without you," he sighs.

"One day, you're going to meet someone and all I'll be is a distant memory," her voice is soft, but her words were loud in his ears.

"Do you remember when we met?" Tommy asks, changing the direction of their conversation. Their surroundings blurred out and was replaced with the night they met.

Tommy could see his 17-year-old self, sitting on a log in front of a campfire. Arthur Shelby Snr and a few of his buddies decided to take their families camping one weekend. It was there that Tommy met Y/N, daughter of one of his father's associates.

The 16-year-old version of Y/N was dancing as a group of teenagers to the left were making music with the few instruments they owned. A very young Ada had taken her hands as she skipped and leaped and danced around the fire. The sky was pitch black; the moon bright in the sky but in the moon light and the glow from the fire, to Tommy, it made her look like an angel. Tommy had fallen in love for the very first time that night.

Him and Y/N watched as the younger versions of themselves came together. 16-year-old Y/N had let go of Ada's hands telling her she needed a rest and that she'd be back shortly. She'd left the campfire and walked past the campers. 17-year-old Tommy whispered something to Arthur before following her.

Tommy and Y/N follow them down to the creek that ran through the campground.

"You're a good dancer," they listen to the younger Tommy tell her, causing her to jump slightly. He quickly apologises. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."

"Apology accepted," she smiles, lifting her skirts up to her knees and dips her toes into the cold water. "And I wouldn't call myself a good dancer. The rhythm of the music does all the work, I just follow it."

"It wasn't the music that had me captivated," he admits.

"I'm sure it wasn't my dancing either," she chuckles, stepping into the cold water and kicks it around until it starts to feel warm.

“I’m Thomas Shelby, but you can call me Tommy,” he introduces himself.

“Y/N L/N,” she tells him her name. “It’s nice to meet you, Tommy.”

From that moment the two of them were inseparable. You couldn’t find one without the other. They were both the happiest they’ve ever been. Everyone could see and feel the love the two held for each other. They were the king and queen of their own world, and they treated each other as such. Tommy gave her everything that he could with promises that one day, they’d be so rich that money wouldn’t be an issue and he could give her the grandest of all things. She would assure him that, even though those things would be nice, that all she needed was him.

The scene in front of Tommy and Y/N is blurred out again and replaced with the original scene but this one was slightly different.

It was the night he realized he wanted to marry her.

On the anniversary of the day they met, they would come out to the field their families camped at and spent the night under the stars.

Their first anniversary, Y/N, now 17, arrived at their spot earlier than Tommy. She starts the fire and sets up the picnic she had packed. As she sat waiting for Tommy, she thought about the trouble she would be in for sneaking out this late to meet the boy she’s been with for a year. It was worth it, being with Tommy.

17-year-old Y/N’s been there a few minutes when the tree in front of her starts lighting up. There must be close to 50 of the little lightning bugs scattered along the tree. She’d read about fireflies and was always curious about them, but she wasn’t sure if she’d ever see them like this. The scene in front of her brings a certain warmth to her and her mind goes to Tommy.

“I’m sorry, I’m late,” she faintly hears Tommy say as he approaches her. Y/N’s too focused on the bugs to reply.

It isn’t until Tommy’s arms wrap around her that he finally gets her attention. That night she had fallen pregnant.

The scene changes a little, everything looks the same, except the two of them are a little older, Tommy being 20 and Y/N being 19. Their relationship was going well, and their daughter was happy and healthy, but their family lives had taken a turn for the worse.

Tommy’s mother had fallen ill not long after having Finn. After she died his father, Arthur Sr, had taken off, leaving Tommy and Arthur Jr to raise their younger siblings with their Aunt Polly’s help and deal with the debts his father owed. Not only that but they had the illegal betting den that needed a major up heave after the state their father left it in.

Y/N’s father had become more paranoid, believing everyone was playing a part in some ploy to ruin his life. Her mother, who had enough of her husband’s behaviour had left, only leaving a note to explain her departure. She never bothered to tell Y/N about it either, only finding out when her father stormed into the store she worked at, yelling and shouting about how she was a part of her mother’s plan to leave. Once she managed to convince him that she had no part in it, her father seemed to calm down for a while.

This was when Tommy new he couldn’t wait any longer to marry her. He wanted nothing more than to call her his wife. In the last year they had been coming more to their spot, needing to get away from everything for a moment. His proposal hadn’t been planned. They’d been sitting on a log, watching the fireflies fly around the tree, creating trails of light behind them. He turned to her, looking at her with so much love and said, “I think it’s time we get married.”

She looked back at him, a soft smile on her lips. With all that love he was looking at her with reflected in her eyes, she says, “I also think it’s time.”

As if Tommy knew where his mind was going with this, the scene changed. It once again was the same scene set at a different time. Tommy was late to meeting her at their spot. It was something he regretted to this day. Because instead of finding her sitting there waiting, with her smile that was only reserved for him, he found her by the creek, her closed soaked with water, her skin a ghostly shade and cold to the touch, her lungs filled with water instead of air and yet she looked so peaceful.

Tommy still feels the pain as he broke down as if it were only yesterday. He doesn’t recall how long he stayed with her out there before bringing her to the hospital. He soon found out she’d been out to their spot hours earlier than they were supposed to meet. Her and her father had a massive fight and she needed to get away. Their spot was always a place she could spent hours at, reading, drawing, and just being with herself, clearing her head.

Unfortunately, this time, her father had followed her out to the creek. Things got physical and he overpowered and drowned her in the creek. Instead of taking her to the hospital, he left her there for Tommy to find in some sick twist of paranoia, blaming him for taking his daughter away from him.

Police ruled her drowning accidental despite all the evidence pointing to it not being that. It would be almost ten years later when justice would finally be served by Tommy’s own hand, what he had been through during the war, adding to the feeling of nothing as he put a bullet through Y/N’s father’s head.

The scene shifts once more but this time they’re back to the first scene, her body is no longer laying on the creek bed.

“Can you do me a favour?” Y/N asks him, breaking the somber silence that had fallen between them

He nods and she stands on her tip toes to whisper something in his ear, before she shoves him into the cold water.

Tommy wakes up from the dream with a jolt. He’s had the same dream almost every night since her death but this time the ending had changed. She had asked something of him, and he promised to fulfil it.

Later that night, Tommy made his way to the field where their spot is. He could never bring himself to come back out here after she died. This is his first time back but this time he wasn’t alone. Sitting beside him on the log, is his 13-year-old daughter, Sophie.

He pulls out the photographs that he has of Y/N. “See this place Sophie, this place is a very special place to me and your mother. Not only did we meet here, we also had many special moments here.” He starts handing her the photos, she’s seen many times of Y/N. Sophie had only been 2 when her mother was killed. That day, Sophie had been with Polly. “Your mother loved this spot, especially at night,” he continues as the tree begins to light up. “This is the reason why.”

“The fireflies?” she asks, seemingly just intrigued by them as her mother was.

In the faint glow of the fireflies and the moon above, he can see Y/N, smiling that smile reserved only for her little family. She blows them a kiss before she turns around and disappears into the darkness.

“The fireflies,” He confirms, smiling down at his daughter.

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heartsforsserafim · 7 months

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First of all, your blog is amazing.

Second can I request a GP Siyeon X GP Minji X pillow Princess reader.

Subby reader wanting them to take care of her neediness.

Reader is also shy to ask for what she wants especially when she wants them to go faster. So Minji and Siyeon have ask them?

Nectar

pairing ; siyeon x minji x fem!reader

genre ; smut/fluff

tw ; gp!siyeon, gp!minji, unprotected sex, creampie, dom!siyeon, dom!minji, pillow princess!reader, somewhat shy/subby reader, oral (r receiving), threesome (kind of?), soft sex/rough sex

You always loved being in a relationship where both of your partners are dominant. Siyeon was way more than minji was but it of course worked out for you, they were definitely caring.

They knew when it was an even day, or which days worked best within their schedules. Today was an even day but they both were at work, and there was nothing to help you do with the heat between your legs.

Minji decided to text you since she knew today was the day, just checking in. You lied and said you were fine but in reality all you could think about is the girls fucking you dumb.

Minji ended the conversation with i love you, and you did as well. Siyeon texted you as well, checking in. The same process as minji's, god just texting them made you so wet.

You knew it'd be a long day before they're home, so you tried to distract yourself from it. Playing games, to watching tv, doing the laundry, changing all the bed sheet sets. Just everything that came to mind, you even started looking for a new aesthetic of clothing. Nothing worked all you could think of is your two girlfriends dicking you down and god did you just want that.

(...)

The two girls arrived home, around the same time. You were watching tv, not really paying attention since your brain wouldn't even let you think.

"Hey baby" minji said and kissed your forehead before walking down the hallway, to the bathroom you supposed. "Hi honey" siyeon said as well, kissing your cheek before going to the bedroom you guessed. Once again you sat here, needy too scared to voice any of your wants or needs.

Since the girls KNEW it was an even day, they wanted to go by whatever you asked for and well since you never asked for the sex they just assumed that you didn't want to do it anymore.

Therefore it was fine, after minji showered she ordered take out, and walked out of the bathroom in just her boxer shorts. Walking into the living room to ask you something, she saw you were decently dazed out.

"Hey babe?" minji walked closer to you, her eyes were filled with worry. "Are you okay?" she shook you a bit. "O-oh yeah i'm fine" you say, she looks at you. Direct eye contact, "I know what today is and are you sure you don't want to?"

You knew she'd ask all night since even days you'd never miss a beat about mentioning it to them. Sitting there in silence, before officially saying "I uh.. i-" you tried to speak but you couldn't say it. Your head fell down and your face was red.

Minji knew what you wanted but she wanted you to say it, siyeon soon walked into the living room dressed in grey sweats and a white tshirt. God did she look so attractive, the way her bulge rested in the pants too. God did you want them to ruin you, but you just couldn't say it.

(...)

Time passed and the girls were now sitting on the floor while you sat on the couch, minji had a thought and decided to tell siyeon. She agreed to it and began removing her clothes, only leaving herself in her boxers just like minji was. "U-uhm what are you two doing?" you asked, taking your attention away from the movie. "Nothing, don't worry my love" siyeon said, standing up and sitting next to you.

Minji followed the older girl, sitting on the other side of you. Siyeon whispered into your ear, "You know, me and minji would love some dessert" your face went red, knowing what she was referring to. "We would love to lick it all up my love" minji said in your other ear.

By this point you really had no more self respect, you sat back and told the girls you wanted it. They wasted no time in removing your pants and panties. Seeing how soaked you were made their cocks throb. Minji placed one digit onto your clit, and rubbed slow circles. Watching as your body responds to her movements.

Siyeon watched the girl while she removed her boxers, her cock standing tall along her abdomen. You were whimpering minji's name and god did those two love hearing it. Siyeon walked over and leaned down, marking your chest with her hickeys and love bites. Minji sped up a bit, you began moaning louder.

Those two were in complete ecstasy, switching positions. Minji was marking you up, while siyeon began lining herself up with your entrance. She slowly entered, "A-ah~ M-mmph~" you moaned. Minji found your sweet spot and you swore you could've came right there. Siyeon began pumping slowly, her thrusts deep and shallow.

Minji stopped kissing you for a bit, and played with your breast, her other hand going into her boxers to pump her long veiny cock. Seeing you and siyeon fuck was enough to make the girl cum so early, she had barely touched herself. Siyeon was going too slow for your liking and seeing minji cum made you so much more needy.

"F-faster.." you whispered, only minji heard you. Siyeon stopped her movements, wondered if you said the safe word or if you asked for more. Awaiting your reply, she stayed inside of you, not moving. You moved your hips a bit, moaning at the feeling. Then siyeon knew what you wanted. She grabbed your hips, and began fucking you faster.

You were a complete mess under her, the way her cock touched every single part of your cunt made you go crazy. Minji was still marking you, and soon began to give attention to your breasts. Cupping them and massaging them, occasionally licking them a bit. The two girls giving you this much pleasure, you felt so close to your orgasm.

You got louder and that's how they knew, you felt your high so close and then, siyeon pulled out. You whined due to the emptiness and how they were edging you, but minji filled you up so fast and began thrusting. She normally would've let you adjust but tonight they want you to get what you were asking for.

Minji grabbed your waist, holding it for dear life as she destroyed your cunt. Your orgasm was building up again, your walls tightening around her so well, she slid in and out faster and faster. Soon you came, and she came as well. Filling you up into your womb, she stayed inside for a bit before pulling out. Her load leaking out from your cunt, that scene drove siyeon over the edge she came onto your stomach.

(...)

Panting minji laid on the floor, her cock softening. She looked over to you and siyeon and chuckled a bit. "Guess we still ended an even day well" you two laughed along with her

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fertilize-my-eggs · 7 months

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If you do soft Yandere's i would like to request a soft Yandere Shigaraki/Tomura one shot thank you!

Soft yandere shigaraki x fem reader oneshot

A/N: this was gonna be next door neighbor with reader and tomura but it wouldn't make sense also idk if you wanted smut so I'm doing both sfw & nsfw x3 sorry if this took a while, it was sitting in my inbox for a while but I hope you enjoy this😊💕 DNI: minors & antis stay away from my blog, it's 18+ content!! ( I guess this is a small story kinda idk tbh. )

(The reader used she/her and have female genitalia in the NSFW.)

* Also shigaraki has a small dong in this one so if you don't want to read this one there are other fanfics where he has a big dick so let's have a body positivity to anyone who has small 🍆

Word count: 2,512

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Shigaraki being a villain can be tough but finding love was even tougher.

He's always felt insecure that no one will ever love a person like him, he lost that hope a few years ago, master always told him that finding love was pointless and it'll distracts his main goal to defeat hero society and become a king.

For the first time he doesn't know what he feels when you first come into his life. It's hard to explain this, shigaraki saw you at the arcade. You were the most bubbly loud energy and full of light.

Shigaraki was casually walking at the mall but hearing your sweet laughter as he looks towards the arcade, his eyes landing on you.

You were gorgeous, the curve of your body and adorable outfit does suit you and your bubbly personality.

When he's heading back to the bar, his mind is spinning and he gets frustrated by this.

He's complaining about this to kurogiri and he calmly explains to shigaraki that must be feeling love. Tomura paused for a second as he narrowed his eyes at him, it can't be love. He does feel some feelings towards you and he is immediately interested towards you.

But it's not love there is no way, master even told him love was pointless.

As shigaraki grabs his drinks looking at the glass and liquid inside, his group walk in from a hard mission as shigaraki too busy lost in thoughts, toga skip past him only to stop and smell him, it's was a long smell as he growls at her.

" piss off crazy!! Can't you see I'm busy. " she tilt her head as she sigh dreamy as she's sitting next to him.

" I know that smell anywhere, tomura-kun is in love~!! Who is your crush~ " toga coo at him, making everyone look at him and he starts to blush as he immediately gets up.

"none of your business!! Shut up and leave me alone. " but she was right after all, she can smell it off of him like as if she was a bloodhound, she knew that feeling.

Tomura keeps going to that same arcade to see if you're here, he likes going there sometime but now these days he only in it and looking for you.

He saw you at your usual spot playing a racing game or getting stuff animals from the crawl machine.

Shigaraki wants to impress you so when you were having a difficult time getting this one stuffed animals that you really wanted, tomura doesn't think much as he walk towards you and lightly push you to the side at first you were gonna get pissed at him for doing that but you watch him with his skills like talent. You never seen this man and the way he held the controls as he planned it and somehow gets that stuffed animal for you.

The item comes down as tomura carefully gets it out and gives it towards you, you start to flustered as you smile softly.

" thank you so much~ " you bite your lips softly as you look into his red eyes.

" what's your name?? I'm Y/N it's nice to meet you~! " tomura was weak in the knee, he wanted to hear your voice every day. He started to feel shy as he lightly scratched his neck. " it's... shi- " he pauses for a moment, he doesn't want her or anyone to know that he's a villain and he doesn't want to cause a scene by this.

He frozen with his words as he coughs a bit." Sorry about that-... it's uhhh.. " he thinks of anything. " it's... tenko.. tenko shimura. " at least it's less recognizable than shigaraki since the news is talking about his group more.

She tilts her head as she smiles at him." Tenko? Such a pretty name!! " you hop up and down excited making tomura nervous a bit.

Everything is going great with the two of you.

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The days went on, his lust fill mind got stronger. Once you become his friend, he wants nothing more than to stick his cock inside of you but there is a small problem. He's very embarrassed by the size of his penis, he knows he's very insecure about himself but his size isn't the biggest like in porn videos that he would watch. Shigaraki hates how his masters tell him love is time wasting but he has his needs and he needs to break the rules whenever his crew talks about sex, he was curious what it is about.

His size when it's erect is about four inches, his hand covers his cock whole as he sighs sadly. He knows you'll never be satisfied with it.

He started to do some research on how to satisfy a woman and bring a woman to orgasm. This is ridiculous he thought, he should be making a move on you and not do this but he wants too, he wants satisfied you with everything and want you to himself.

He wants you to be his and nothing else. Shigaraki hope you don't care about size, he hope you have more time with him.

you are at the arcade, you see tenko in his same outfit as usual, your eyes brighten up as you bounce over to him, you give him a quick hug. Tenko freezes up but he nervously pulls you close, he gets used to you and your affection.

" heyyy.... Y/n I need to ask you something. " you tilt your head as you smile at him.

" of course tenten~! Tell me anything!! " your cute nickname to him makes his knees melt in seconds. He started to scratch his neck feeling nervous at the outcome of your reaction, he knew that he could not wait any longer as he pulled you back into his arms.

" will you be my girlfriend y/n!! " it was a bit fast and semi loud but you hear him loud and clear, you look up at him as you smile softly. You reach with your tippy toes as you give him a sweet kiss. He blink a few times fast as he begins to blush deep red.

"of course~!! " you smile warmly at him, he begins to give kisses back to you feeling like he completed a difficult level but now it's a new challenge taking the next step into a relationship.

*five months later*

Having you as his girlfriend was the best feeling he ever felt in his life, he has his moments of wanting to show you off but he gets extremely jealous whenever someone looks at you in the wrong way, he wants your full attention to him and wants you to be by his side 24/7.

When it comes to sex, it's mostly foreplay, he give you oral whenever you ask him but it's gets harder each time you try to grab him.

One day you gently rub his thigh with a concerned look. " baby what's wrong? Why won't you let me see you." Tomura feel embarrassed as he felt like it time tell you the truth.

" you won't laugh at me... you won't get mad and run off? " He tilts his head towards you as you give him your smile, his favorite thing to look at.

" tenten, I will never do that~." You put your head on his shoulder, you look into his crimson eyes as you gently caresses his face.

" I'm yours after all~. " you give him a sweet kiss on the cheek as he quickly gets up, he looks at you.

".... okay, there goes nothing. " Shigaraki sighs softly as you're sitting there looking so pretty as he pull his pants and boxer down fast.

There was a moment of silence waiting for your reaction.. he blinked a few times as he watched your face. It looks like the same, soft delicate features as you look up at him.

There was no laughter nor disgusted from you, you lick your lips as your eyes hungry looking at his crotch.

" you look.... so handsome tenten~. " you purr at him, pulling him close to you.

" y-you're not upset by it?!?? " shigaraki looks down at you as you shake your head.

" why would I be upset at you, you're perfect. " you gently rub his cock as you stare at him.

" I fell in love with you tenko and I love you and all your body equally. " you kiss his neck softly as you look into his eyes.

" is that why you didn't want to take the next step? Because of your dick? " you grab him tight making him shiver, melting into your soft hand.

He whines loudly as he nods his head in shame. " didn't want to embarrass you princess... " he whimper softly as you felt sadness in your heart, your lovely boyfriend been so sweet to you these past few months, he's the perfect boyfriend you ever ask for and he feels ashamed for having a small penis. You coo at him sweetly pulling him into a passionate kiss.

" tenko... " he looking into your lustful eye as you bite his lips softly.

" make love to me~ " no warning tomura gently push you down as he growls at you, he begins humping his half naked body on top of you as you moan his name.

Tomura can feel his erection getting hard by the seconds by your sweet voice and mewls.

He carefully pulls your clothes off but it's very clumsy as you giggle at him softly, you help him get out of his clothes too.

Tomura moves away as he looks at you sweetly.

" ride me baby doll~. " he sat on the sheet, pulling you onto his lap, you give him a soft kiss as your hand move between bodies as you grab his cock.

He whines into the kiss feeling your gentle hand wrap around his cock, he can feel his heart pounding fast as he start to sweat.

" are you nervous baby? " you whisper into his ear as he nods his head fast, you coo at him as you carass his scarred chest.

" awww don't be nervous with me tenko~ I'm here. " you grab his cock softly, stroking each time until you finally put the tip at your entrance.

You push downward feeling the gasp escape out of your mouth, he may be a few inches short but his girth on the other hand.. holy shit, it feels amazing.

You pull him closer, using your hand on his lean shoulders for support as you begin to bounce on him, your thighs and ass jiggle as you find a good rhythm, he begins to felt warmth in his heart and all over himself.

He felt satisfied with having you as his girlfriend and for the first time having sex, he can't get enough of it.

He carefully holds your hips with two fingers out away from your skin but it gets more heated and heavy.

The loud plaps coming out you whenever he gets balls deep, he rolls his eyes backwards and groans at the tight feeling of your cunt.

" shit I-.. " he doesn't finish his sentence as he releases his white thick cum inside of you as he aches his back.

He cries out your name, pulls you closer as he helps you bounce.

He put his head on your chest feeling ashamed as you comfort him.

" hey heyyy tenten, it's okay look at me. " he looks up with sadness as you rub his cheeks.

" I'm still here and you can do it again more often if you like, I'm not mad at you babe~.. your body was just reaching the climax. Does it feel good? " he smiles softly, you're definitely a keeper.

He pulls you closer as he begins to nip on your neck, pushing you down as he pulls your legs up.

" you're right... you're so right princess~. " he pulled out fully and slammed inside fast.

" we got many more levels to level up.. ahhh~ fuck your pussy feel good. " tomura begin to push your thighs downward as you roll your eyes back, your tongue begins to slide out as the drooling slide down your cheek and onto the pillow.

His thigh slapping against yours as the clapping increases in volume as you and him begin to make noise out loud.

The bed wouldn't stop shaking by shigaraki's thrusts and the way he makes you feel things, you crying out his name reaching your end fast.

Tomura can feel you cumming, your wall tightening up around his cock and he getting sloppy by the seconds but he is not stopping any time soon! He is determined to make you overstimulated and make you fully satisfied.

This is getting addicting tomura thought to himself, he can't get enough of you and your tight pussy.

He needs this more often and he'll gladly give you everything that you need from a man.

You are his and he is yours after all.

Tomura removes your legs so he can spread your thighs wide, seeing his cock sliding in and out of your wet sloppy pussy drive him crazy as he begins to cum inside your wall again.

You pant softly as tomura lean in to give you a passionate kiss, his fingers play with your soft locks as he intertwines with your fingers being careful to not put five fingers down on you.

" fuck-!! Let's level up together baby! We gotta get stronger and also... " he pushes his hips closer to yours as he rolls slowly making you squirm a bit.

" I can last longer to help you cum faster~" he removed his hand as he moved to your clit, giving it love and attention.

" I can give you everything that you want y/n just tell me please~ " he coo at you with hope in his eyes as you lean in to give him kisses.

" of course~!! Ahh keep going baby mhmm fuck it's feel good~.. " you throw your head back.

Shigaraki doesn't waste time as he begins to pound into you, your body moving with his fast heavy thrusts, your juicy liquid slide down your thighs as you begin your second orgasm.

Tomura loves it when you reach your orgasm, he feels pride in his chest, he makes his girlfriend cum more time by him and him only.

He sighs softly as he rocks his hips back and forth feeling his end is coming near.

He started to bite all over your bodies giving you hickeys and to remind everyone that you're his, don't worry you give him the same treatment as well.

On that night, you didn't get any sleep afterwards but you were fully satisfied that your boyfriend enjoyed his time with you.

The cuddles after a long love making was worth it and when you wake up by him nipping your neck early in the morning and humping from behind.

You know the day is gonna start off great, morning sex is the best.

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I hope y'all enjoy this fanfic~!! I hope you're satisfied with this one, I know it's not the best but it feels good writing something sweet and wholesome. Don't forget to reblog and support writers on here!! 🤭❤️‍🔥 have a great day everyone!!

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toji-girl · 23 days

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there for you | k. ryuguji

synopsis: Life sometimes doesn't go the way you want, people make mistakes but this one wasn't a mistake, it was one of the best things that has ever happened to you, no matter the hurt it caused others.

wc: 2.8k

tags: 18+ ONLY content + explicit smut: minors and empty blogs DNI + not beta read + repost from my old blog + angst with the smut + cheating from reader + high sex [ducon] + weed + shotgunning + you're married to Mikey + fighting between you and him + slight sexting + fingering + squirting + unprotected sex + creampie + spitting + daddy kink + if Mikey is one of your favorites this might be your cup of tea [I do love him]

an: this was my submission for the REDDIT-INSPIRED COLLABORATION hosted by @ohkento!

People would say that sleeping with your ex-brother-in-law and best friend's wife while he's out of town on business, would be an asshole move, right?

They just didn't know the circumstances of what led up to it. Only you and Draken do. A dark secret you both are taking to the grave.

You didn't mean to send the half-naked picture to him. Well, maybe not the first one, at least. He complimented you endlessly on how beautiful you looked, and how lucky he is to see such an art form.

As of late, he's been giving you more attention than your own husband has, which isn't acceptable in any shape or form but you still ate it up greedily like a starved puppy.

And you'd be lying if you didn't think the tall, dark-haired man wasn't cute, and you knew him when you met Mikey at a young age.

Your mother forbade you to hang out with such 'trash' even after you and she got into endless arguments, and you ended up running away with him and Mikey pretty much, but it was thrilling to do so. Mikey wouldn't put you in any real danger though.

But he made sure you'd have your fun and also had his friends watch over you, especially Draken, who developed a serious crush on you before he started liking Emma but then after you and his friend got together it was all swept under the rug for a multitude of reasons.

Now after being married to Manjiro for almost a decade the flame that once was strong and could burn down the world was a barely-there flame. The slightest breeze would put it out leaving nothing but smoke that would whoosh away as well.

And a part of you hated to admit that your mother was right when she said that Mikey would end up hurting you, and he did but it wasn't in the way she thought. His long business trips were weighing on you more than you really thought they would.

He was gone more than he was at home, which made you feel like one of those cliche lonely housewives, but if it was true, then it isn't too far off. Mikey reverted back to his old ways months ago.

Between the fighting and everything else.

Draken got the front seat when he was around which was more times than not, a lot of the times he'd bring his son to see you and his uncle but his mini him stayed attached to your side thankfully this time it was just the three of you sitting in the living room talking.

"You're going to be gone for an entire month? What - what about me Mikey? I can't even tell you the last time you hugged me or held me, your little missions are so much more important than me? Our marriage?" You asked in a pinched tone as you stared at him.

Having an audience to the downfall of your marriage brought tears to your eyes as did the blank stare your husband gave you, his eyes blinking owlishly watching you cry for him.

You stomped to the bedroom, sure to slam the door enough to rattle the walls, and if you had to guess a few of your husband's wounds popped back open bleeding into his soul.

The very same one, he said you fixed and mended, but you didn't believe it anymore. You worked hard on getting him back, doing everything you could.

When he gets back home from trips, you'd greet him at the door naked with dinner on the table only for him to tell you he was exhausted.

Not that you'd ever blame him, you know what you were getting into when you married him, but you didn't know it could hurt this bad.

And you always thought that your sex life wouldn't die out either, until it has. You can't even remember the last time you saw your husband's dick or his interest in you.

Many times, you pleaded for him to get help, talk to you, or anything of the sort but he flat out refused which left you alone and frustrated.

"Hey...he's gone. Can I come in?" Draken asked from the other side of the door as he rapt his knuckles on the heavy wood with a sigh.

You wiped at the tears flowing down your face while you sniffled and pressed the heel of your palm into your eyes. "I really don't care."

He pushed the door open and stepped inside with his hands in his pockets looking at you unsure what to say. "I'm not mad at you, your best friend is not the man I married."

Dark eyes softened as he crossed the threshold into uncertainty to sit down next to you. Draken is very familiar with the term 'a shoulder to cry on becomes a dick to ride on.'

"I know. He's - you know, Mikey. I've talked to him, and said it would end up like Emma and me did." He replied with a shrug.

"Thankfully, we don't have a kid - oh, that was not nice of me. I'm sorry, Ken, I'm just a big ball of emotions. What did he say to that?" You questioned softly, curious on his answer of another failed marriage, his own sisters no less.

You both turned your heads at the same time and looked at each other. "Not much, I don't think anyone can help him anymore."

His sentence felt like a turtleneck sweater that was too tight as your throat formed a lump, making it hard to breathe or swallow.

Draken pulled his hands from his pockets and rubbed his large palms over his jeans. "Call me if you need anything." He told you before standing up giving you one more glance before leaving you alone.

Morning came with a heartache knowing Mikey was already gone, and you knew he didn't sleep in the bed last night. Everything came as it always did, doing the same things daily until it was time for bed.

Later the next night you lay in bed taking pictures in an attempt to feel good about yourself capturing a few good ones sending them to Mikey, unknowingly they went to Ken as well who saw it immediately.

It went unseen on your husband's phone, but not his friend who was staring at it feeling all his blood rush between his legs at work which was not a good place to pop one of those around all the guys.

Incoming message

Ken: Tryin' to get me in trouble?

You read his text feeling flustered thankful it wasn't a totally nude one, but he could use his imagination to see the rest of you bare for him, your flesh looked so biteable, his teeth ached to sink into you.

But you couldn't lie the attention was nice even though it was from Ken, the relationship was already complicated, to begin with, and this was pushing more boundaries but you sent another one anyway.

Outgoing message

You: No, but maybe I am now. Come by for dinner?

He ducked into his office and locked the door looking at the picture you sent him, your bra off and bare tits out for his greedy eyes to take in. Now his dick was extremely painfully hard and throbbing now.

Dark eyes scanned his screen reading your invitation with an arched brow knowing he needed to say no and delete the pictures, not reaching down with an open palm to rub against his bulge.

He pulled away and tapped his reply before sliding his phone into his pocket knowing he was going to end up fucking you later if you ask, it's been a long time since he's been with anyone.

He knows you're lonely, plus it's not right with how Mikey is treating you and his son isn't with him this week who you happen to be the aunt of, instead, he's with his ex until he picks him up on Monday.

You waited for his answer for a few minutes feeling dread fill your stomach as you slipped your wedding ring off and pulled your bra back on when he FaceTimed you. Hitting the answer button you looked at him on the screen. "Keep it off. I want you for dessert."

His voice was dark as he looked at you then the curves of your breasts. "I get off in an hour, see you then." With that, he hung up leaving you an estimated time to get ready for him.

In that time, you cleaned up, made dinner, and changed your pj pants into shorts keeping the tank top on without the bra when you let Ken inside. "Smells good, thanks for the invite." He murmured with a grin.

"Not a problem, also I rolled us a joint if you want to smoke that before we eat?" You suggested taking his coat from the harsh winter wind that blew outside pushing against the door with a groan.

He grinned and nodded letting you lead the way into the kitchen where everything was already set up. Being a gentleman Ken pulled your chair out and poured the wine then lit the end of the joint.

The conversation was pleasant, something you appreciated. Not once did he bring up Mikey or Emma, nor did you. The white smoke curled around you two while soft music played in the background.

Long slender fingers stroked your shoulders playing with the strap of your tanktop. "You know the first picture was a mistake but then you replied almost immediately to it, at work might I add." Ken shrugged.

"You look sexy what can I say?" He murmured moving his hand to the back of your neck giving it a squeeze as he leaned in pressing his lips against yours blowing smoke into your awaiting mouth with a kiss.

Ken pulled away to puff on the joint before giving it to you to serve dinner where you both shared a plate feeding each other, the eye contact so intense your heart beat like a heavy dream in your chest.

After more conversation about your day, he helped you clean up and sat back down on the couch with you draping his arm over your shoulder grabbing the remote to change the music, the beat more sensual and the lyrics turned sexual in nature making you flustered.

You looked up at him with a lazy smile, your eyes red and glassy as your hand stroked up and down his arm. "Tell me you want this too, beg me to touch you." He murmured squishing your lips together.

"I want you to touch me, Ken, please." You whispered and let him pull your tanktop straps down slowly until it was pooled around your waist baring your tits to his greedy large palms that cupped them.

A sigh escaped your lips when he dragged his thumb over your pebbled nipples leaning in to taste your lips again, his tongue tangled with yours in a passionate kiss that left you breathless and wet.

Ken pulled the rest of your clothes off just as slowly leaving behind a trail of wet open-mouthed kisses as his hand slid down between your legs his finger pressing into the wet slick spot with a squelch.

You parted your legs wider for him letting him have more access to your bare pussy with a low growl. "So wet, all just from a little bit of kissing? How cute. She's weeping for me." He husked in your ear.

No matter how bad you wanted to look at him you couldn't so you opted to close your eyes and let him pump two long slender fingers inside you, his thumb caressed your clit in a soft circle dripping spit down and pooling around where he was buried knuckle deep.

He nipped at your bottom lip feeling his cock throb between his legs as you palmed at him tugging at the band of his sweatpants letting the heat rise between you two. "Want you so bad please, baby."

Your hand slid into his boxers stroking his cock from base to tip slowly as he curled his fingers hooking them against your g-spot. "Look so good for me like this, wanna cum 'f me? Be a good girl and squirt for daddy." Ken demanded testing the waters for that kink.

This time you looked at him as you let go of him to hump his fingers wildly as he sunk to his knees between your legs stroking your clit with his fingers pushing you over the edge until you squirted.

Ever the gentleman he was, Ken lapped up the mess lewdly as he withdrew his fingers from you to tug his sweats and boxers down freeing his aching cock that bobbed from the sheer weight of it.

You both looked at each other then down between your legs as he hooked his arms under your knees and pulled you closer to the edge of the couch rubbing the tip between your pussylips. "You sure still?"

It's been months since you've done anything like this, borderline a year, and you didn't care about anything else but him fucking your pussy making it a puff cream like you deserved. "I am yes! Please!"

The room filled with the musky scent of sex and desired pants as he thrust the tip inside your tight pussy with a strained grunt, his fingers squished the fat on your thighs keeping your legs spread obscenely wide for him to bare witness sinking into you with a guttural moan.

You both let out unashamed moans, feeling how you mold around his cock. It felt even better while floating from the joint, Ken bottomed out, leaning down to kiss you deeply.

His tongue met yours as he rolled his hips nice and slow, making sure you felt him as he scattered kisses all over your face. "You feel so good." He whispered against your neck softly.

With your legs wrapped around him, he used his strength to flip positions, putting you on top of him. "Go slow. You're getting greedy with it."

Your eyes focused on his as you sat down, fully feeling the air get knocked from your lungs as you gripped his shoulders. "Because I want it."

He huffed, blowing a chunk of dark hair from his face as you leaned in and sat up, letting the tip of his dick stay inside of you before sitting down again, repeating the motion while kissing him.

It couldn't be helped. His soft lips felt nice against yours as he held your hips guiding you into riding his cock until you see fit. His teeth finally found your neck biting down at the soft flesh nipping it gently.

Ken left soft love bites that would disappear in an hour all over your shoulder as he fucked into you from below. "You're so pretty riding me. I might keep you as mine." He huffed loudly letting his head fall back against the couch watching you fuck him.

Your pussy clenched around him as you ground down now rubbing your clit against his pubic bone hearing the soft wet suctioning sounds of where you two met in an erotic dance that left you moaning from swollen mushroom head kissing your cervix.

His hands squished your ass cheeks together, hitting a certain spot when he rocked up into you. "Good girl, want me to cum in you?" Ken asked as he leaned forward to kiss your breasts again, his mouth latched onto your nipple suckling hungrily as you nodded wildly.

With your fingers buried in his hair that came free from his braid, you tugged on it pushing him closer to you chanting his name like a prayer that poured from your open mouth like a river. "Draken!"

Ken grunted as he gripped your asscheeks feeling your pussy ripple around him wet and so fucking tight he couldn't help it any longer and filled you to the brim with thick cum that seeped from your cunt.

The both of you stayed like that coming down from your high as you buried your face in his neck, the reality of what happened finally hit you like a truck as your phone rang, Mikey's name popped on the screen as Ken looked at it then you with a heavy sigh.

Sex clung heavily to you as you cupped Draken's cheeks pressing soft honey kisses along his face. "Thank you for making me feel appreciated and beautiful, I know this is beyond the scope of wrong but I really enjoyed our time together, don't leave me tonight please."

Dark eyes widened at your request. It was something he wasn't expecting, he figured you just wanted his dick but it was clear how truly lonely you are and it made him mad as hell at Mikey for treating you this way and how lucky he is that he's the one there for you.

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Summary: Y/N finds out the RDA has been lying to them. Everyone is silently having an identity crisis and after torching the coastal Na'vi village, something snaps and they leave the RDA behind.

WARNINGS: Angst, mentions of death, gore, violence, fire, mental health issues

Word Count: 6016

We were back in the forest for the first time in years again, just this time we were the ones that changed. According to the RDA, we wouldn‘t be detected as a threat by Eywa because we were recombinants now. Human soldiers living in the bodies of blue Avatars.

Quaritch had just split us into pairs, making us cover more ground. I was paired with Lyle and we were returning now after 2 hours of searching with both of us in complete and utter shock.

The other recoms had all returned and we were the last to rejoin the group. I led the way as we emerged from the large leaves and trees of the forest. Lyle followed, keeping his gaze fixated on me. Worry tainted his face and his ears were pinned back because he had noticed I wasn't okay after what both of us had just been through. He himself was confused and was trying to digest what we had just learned. Lyle told me it was best not to tell the Colonel but he knew I wouldn't be able to hide something so big. Something that questioned our very existence and our morals.

We're here to find Jake Sully. That's the mission. Not… do what they showed us we did.

Quaritch heard our footsteps and turned around, quickly scanning over Lyle and me.

"Alright, we're complete. Any success?" He asks, clapping his hands together before resting them on his waist and looking at us. The rest of the team followed his eyes.

Lyle returned his gaze from our superior to me, nudging my arm gently. I flinched at the sudden contact and raised my head, frantically looking around.

The Colonel picked up on my behaviour and grew skeptical.

I hadn't even noticed we arrived at the rest of our squad. Quaritch's question also flew right by me. It was a faint and distant buzzing in my ears because my mind was clouded with questions and possible theories of answers.

"Y/N?" Quaritch spoke and my gaze snapped to him, wide eyes staring into his own.

"Any success?"

"No Colonel, we-" Lyle started to say for me but I couldn't let him cover this up.

"What are we doing?" I asked, clenching my jaw together. My eyes were stinging and have become red and glossy out of frustration. My tail was restless and my ears were pained due to being strained flat against my head for the past half hour. I was tenser than ever before and Quaritch wasn't going to dismiss anyone until he found out why.

He gave my question a few seconds, wondering what the purpose of asking that was when it was clearly stated multiple times. The Colonel opened his mouth but I had to let out more.

"Also, why are we doing this?" I add and now I have everyone's attention.

“Y/N.” Quaritch repeated, but this time his words sounded more like a warning. He wanted me to stop talking even though he wanted to find out what was happening.

I take a step back, trying to think of a way to start it out easily for everyone to follow my trail of thought.

“Sir?” I ask, wiping my hand over my face before standing still. He’s watching me, his gaze beckoning me to continue.

“How many times have we been here?” I add and my words come out demanding and desperate for an answer. My voice is beginning to tremble because I’m starting to crumble beneath frustration, anger, and sadness.

His ears flicker forward at my question and he isn’t sure how to answer. Everyone knew this was our first time back in the forest but perhaps I meant it in a different context. It wasn’t specific enough for him.

“Y/N, what are you talkin’ about?” Quaritch asked, not seeming pleased with my questioning.

I take a deep breath and Lyle is grimacing slightly behind me, knowing I’m about to unleash it all.

“We saw two Na’vi kids just now,” I start and Quaritch’s attention is fully focused on me. He glanced around Lyle and me as did the rest of the team, silently questioning why they weren’t with us and captured.

“And we were going to follow the procedure-”

“But you didn’t?” Quaritch interrupted me, seeming to get impatient.

“No, sir.” I reply, averting my gaze from his glaring eyes. I couldn’t hold eye contact with him. The Colonel looks to Lyle for answers but I continue.

“Sir, they weren’t scared.” I say, taking a step forward so that he would direct his attention back to me. Quaritch raised an eyebrow, ready to drop us if that was all we had to say.

“We pointed our fucking- guns at them. And they didn’t react. The young one laughed!” I continue, raising my voice much to Quaritch’s dislike. My body was trembling and he could tell something was really bothering me.

Quaritch knew you for many years. You were one of his best marines and had never acted like this before. So he let you talk, wanting to know what’s gotten into you.

Lyle and I were pushing through leaves while staying focused and reacting to all and any noise and movement we picked up on. When we heard distant giggles and voices, we immediately followed them.

They led us to a small pond and in it were two children. They were Na’vi and definitely young. We both approached them warily, making sure there weren’t more around. Lyle had ordered them to get down and not move. Both of them flinched at the sudden loud noise and their wide eyes spotted the two of us. To my surprise, they turned around and kept playing. We raised our weapons, pointing our guns at goddamn children but they seemed completely unfazed. We knew that all Na’vi now knew that guns were dangerous. Many of them would steal from the supply trains and take them. But neither our loud shouting nor threatening display of flashing weapons intimidated them.

The smaller one turned around and directly looked at me with an amused smile, while I pointed my gun at its head as I was told to do.

“Back again?” he giggled, looking at me like I wasn't capable of hurting him. The words took me by surprise. Did he think I was someone he knew? His mother perhaps?

Nonsense, I’m wearing a military uniform. But another astonishing thing was that he spoke English.

I stare at him with wide eyes. “What?”

“We thought fifth time would be last.” his sister cackled behind him, standing up to face me now too. Lyle didn’t move, standing next to me while letting the conversation unfold.

“What do you-”

She didn’t listen and told her brother something in Na’vi which we didn’t understand. He nodded, running over to a tree where they had a bag. Lyle took a few steps in his direction so that we wouldn’t lose them but the boy came running back. In his four-fingered hand were small pieces of paper. Polaroids actually.

I watched him as he picked one out and held it up to me. I lowered my gun to face the ground now and quickly exchanged glances with Lyle before leaning down and looking at what he showed me.

At first, I couldn’t make out what was happening in the picture but then certain aspects started to look familiar. It looked like something was sitting on debris or a pile of rubble. But most of it was coloured red. As I stared longer, I noticed there was a body between the scraps of metal. Not a human body, but Na’vi. It was an Avatar or what could be a recombinant because of the uniform.

The Avatar had an arrow in its chest and blood was flowing from its face. This was some of the most brutal gore I had seen and I was being shown it by a child with a smile on its face.

I was about to turn away in disgust when something caught my eye. The right arm of the Avatar was clearly visible and it had something on it. Lyle was looking at the picture now too and it started to sink in.

That was my tattoo.

My heart stopped beating as I stared at the arm. I noticed how it was placed in the exact same spot it is on my arm now. Suddenly, I feel frightened and my eyes flicker all over the body. Another one of my tattoos is on the Avatar’s ankle. Quickly, I look at the barely whole face. Half of it was gone. But the half that was left… resembled my exact features.

The dead body in the picture was me. I straighten my posture and snatch the polaroid from the child’s hand, looking at it in disbelief. Lyle seems to realise what’s going on because he’s examining the arm with my tattoo.

“What is this?” I ask, desperately needing an answer that will prove my thoughts wrong.

The child looks up at me.

“You.”

My ears pin back and my eyes unfocus as I stare into nothingness. The other child takes the remaining polaroids from her brother but I react quickly and rip them from her grasp.

I hand some over to Lyle and we flick through them. My heart is racing as I see more pictures of others dead. Prager’s body looks drowned here. Fike is torn in half. Quaritch has multiple arrows in his back. Lyle’s pale body is missing a limb and bled out.

And another one of me, hanging lifeless from a railing with my throat slit clean open. Blood covers my face here, but my tattoos are still there and my head is only halfway attached. It seems as though I lost my tail too.

I clutch my mouth, turning away from the children and bending over. My hands are wrapped around my middle and I lean down, feeling sick to my stomach. Lyle looks horrified as he sees his own batch of death. It didn’t make much sense to either of us yet because we were too disturbed and mortified to put the pieces together.

The children have been carrying these around as if they didn’t depict the most gruesome images one has ever seen. The older one came to Lyle and me and plucked the polaroids from our fingers. She wasn’t smiling anymore.

“Wait- give ‘em back.” Lyle said, wanting to take them as proof to the Colonel.

The girl hissed at him and he stopped. “No. We need them for next time.” she snarled.

Next time?

“Leave us alone, or you become this again.” she said, standing her ground and motioning to the pictures of death.

I felt so sick I couldn’t be here anymore. My weapon was loosely hanging in my hand and I turned to walk back. Lyle followed and we left the children behind. Our minds were clouded with thoughts, we were no longer able to pay attention to our surroundings.

“What?” Quaritch asked.

“They had pictures of us! All of us! And we were dead in every single fucking one!” I shout even with a trembling voice and lip. My eyes were full of tears threatening to spill any second.

“It’s true, sir.” Lyle backed me up, still feeling extremely uncomfortable about what we had seen.

“We’ve been here before! This isn’t the first time we’re out here as recombinants.” I say, trying to prohibit myself from shouting again. I was pacing up and down the lane in front of Quaritch and the recoms, still refusing to believe it’s real and hoping he has some reasonable explanation for this.

“We’ve done this mission five times already! This is our sixth attempt because we’ve failed all the others.”

Everyone feels uneasy now and a few soldiers exchange questioning glances or worried looks.

“The RDA keeps sending us out here over and over again. Remember all the briefings they gave us where all the workers seemed uninterested?” I ask and Quaritch looks back to me.

“You would think that if this really is the first time the RDA has made a recombinant team, they would have put a little more effort into things. People would stare if they saw Avatars for the first time. Extra precautions would be taken. But no, they seemed to have given up!”

Quaritch looks angry now and I don’t quite know whether it’s general frustration or anger directed towards the RDA or me.

“It’s like they knew they were sending us to death and they just hope to have luck on their side this time.”

“Alright, cut it out.” Quaritch says but I’m too worked up in explaining my theory.

“The forest knows us. The people know us. Which probably means Jake knows we’re after him and-”

“Y/N!” Quaritch shouts, making me flinch and everyone looks away for a split second. I freeze, looking at him.

He looks like he’s fuming with anger and it scares me. The Colonel takes a few steps towards me so that he’s now fully standing in front of me. All I can do is watch him and this time I’m too intimidated to look away.

“Remind me of our mission.” he ordered.

“Hunt down and kill Jake Sully, sir.” I reply almost instinctively.

“Why are we doin’ that?” Quaritch added.

“Because he betrayed humankind and killed us, sir.” I say. We’ve heard it so often I could recite the reasons off by heart in my sleep at this point.

Quaritch gives me the faintest nod but keeps harshly staring me down.

“That is why we are here. Everythin’ else the RDA does or plans to do is none of our business.” he said, slowly turning from me and now addressing everyone.

It was silent for a few moments until Quaritch turned back around to me. He was gritting his teeth.

“Anythin’ else?” he asked me, daring me to continue talking. Normally, I would have never answered. The consequences could be far too harsh but this time something inside me snapped.

“We’re doing exactly what got us killed last time.” I say and Quaritch is definitely surprised but not pleased with my big mouth today. My voice got quieter now and my words sunk into everyone.

Every time we oppose Eywa we get beaten down. Whether we’re blue or not doesn’t seem to matter. This is a suicide mission with no way out.

Quaritch officially had enough. As the leading rank of this squad, he had to defend the RDA, no matter whether he himself was questioning their actions.

He walked over to me and his strong hand tightly gripped my jaw, holding me in place. His face was closer to mine so that he could make sure I get the message and feel small.

His fingers dug into my skin and it hurt but I knew trying to move away would make everything worse.

“We’re here to complete a mission Y/N. One goddamn mission.” he snarled, spitting his words like venom. “We’re not here to live.”

And with that he pushed my head away, making me stumble back slightly. The Colonel glared at me one final time before turning around.

“Headin’ back, wrap it up.” he said, leading the way back to where we would meet the helicopter. A few recom soldiers started to follow him while I just stood in place and processed everything.

Lyle placed a hand on my shoulder and I sighed, clutching my face in my hands to calm my nerves before we followed the others. A few of them looked at us questioningly. No doubt were we all slightly suspicious of the RDA. This affected us directly because they had permanent access to our soul drive and could use it on any Avatar. But what could we do?

After all, we were the property of the RDA. They made us for this mission. Completing this successfully was our life purpose. It didn’t matter if we were lied to or not. But lying always raises questions and mistrust.

For the next few days, I was forced to ignore my thoughts. I knew if I asked any more questions there was a chance they would wipe my memory and ‘restart’ me so that I would forget everything I found out today.

I struggled to understand myself as well. I wasn’t sure whether I was fine and my stupid new body had emotional side effects or whether I was starting to no longer side with the RDA.

I managed to withhold my emotions for the next week. Quaritch was paying close attention to my behaviour so I talked less.

I was doing well at keeping my thoughts to myself until we were sent out once again. This time we were climbing up the Iknimaya or the so-called ‘Path to Heaven’ which was in the Hallelujah Mountains. That’s where the Ikran were.

We reached the top and watched the Ikran’s reactions to our presence.

“TopGun, you’re up!” Quaritch called and my ears twitched at the name. I used to be in the airforce until I transferred. That’s where the nickname came from.

He seemed to really be testing me and my limits in the past few days, making me work out more, do more chores around the base, and now tame an Ikran first.

Things went much faster than expected. I tackled the banshee to the ground by its neck. I placed it in a headlock with my legs while my arms searched for its cord and finally, I managed to connect us and form tsaheylu. The feeling of the bond shot through me and suddenly my senses heightened and I felt my Ikran beneath me. My legs unwrapped from its head and it slowly stood upright with me on its back. A few recoms cheered while others watched warily and without further hesitation, it took off. Its wings opened as it jumped from the cliff and we started to tumble down.

It took a while to seize control but I figured it out and we flew for a few good minutes.

That’s when my problem grew worse. I was connected to the Ikran. I felt what it felt. The pure joy of life it had and the love for Pandora. I felt its connection to Eywa and its happiness of finding a rider. Looking around, the beautiful sight of the magical scenery made me almost break down.

We flew back and I slowly landed where we took off. I slowly got off it, tracing my hand over the patterns of its skin as I made my way to its head. It must have felt my emotions and gently pressed its head against mine before pulling me against its neck. I was literally hugging a dragon and tears started to flow from my eyes. Creatures like these the RDA wanted dead. I must have shot a dozen Ikrans as a human too.

I undid the bond, leaving my Ikran and walking back with my head down. Z-Dog was at my side, noticing my state. She wasn’t the type of person to comfort but she helped shield me from the Colonel's stern looks. He was suspicious of me and I couldn’t show him how attached I suddenly felt to the world. I hoped they would feel it too but no one did.

The days continued to pass but every morning felt heavier. The nights felt lonelier. I started to long for the forest. At night when I was locked in my room, I would dream and imagine walking through the forest, flying over the cliffs and mountains and swimming in the waters.

It was as if the planet was calling for me. Like I belonged to it. Even though I was an Avatar, it seemed to be able to mentally reach me and lure me to it. Our minds were normal but our bodies seemed to be cursed with a love for this world. But now, I started thinking that my mind was in the wrong place and my body was longing for the right way of life. Being alive now meant more than it ever did to me when I was a human.

Things rapidly escalated the next day.

We were on the SeaDragon. One of the RDA’s largest ships which is used to enable the hunting of Tulkuns. Now we were leaving what used to be a coastal Na’vi village after setting it into flames and cuffing all the people. Quaritch almost had the Tsahik killed and that was when I truly realised that I couldn’t do it.

It was never a problem for me before but now it felt so incredibly wrong I had to say something.

Instead of heading back to the SeaDragon, Quaritch led us past the beach and to the forest which is where our Ikran waited. We were following him but oddly no one spoke a word this time. Usually, there was some conversation occurring but everyone was silent. I glanced around me and my teammates had their heads down while they mindlessly followed their superior. The Colonel himself refused to turn around and face us.

The scene of fire and violence I had just seen a few minutes ago was replaying in my head. The cries of the people seeing their homes get destroyed were echoing in my head and my eyes were unfocused again. I felt distanced from reality and things seemed blurry.

My footsteps slowed down and a few recoms passed me. Eventually, I stopped fully and my firearm fell from my hands and onto the ground. I had made up my mind because I could no longer bear having this guilt weigh me down and have this blood on my hands.

Lopez and Mansk were walking behind me and they too now stopped, looking at me and my weapon.

“Y/N?” Z-Dog called from further at the front. She halted her steps and turned around to face me.

My ears were pinned back because I knew I was about to get the worst punishment from the Colonel. The decisions I have made due to the storm of involuntary emotions I feel have caused me to completely lose the common sense I was taught to have as a human soldier. Everything I had ever worked for and wanted to achieve was now going out the window because this god-forsaken body made me refuse to continue.

The Colonel heard that and turned around as did the others. His eyes scanned me over and he instantly knew what this was about.

“You better keep walkin’ right now or I’m gonna-” Quaritch started to say but I interrupted him.

“I’m not doing this anymore.” I mumble. My body trembles with anger even though I’m filled with fear.

He seemed to hear my faint voice and glared me down for a few more seconds before handing some equipment to Lyle and walking to me.

“What did you say?” he asked me in a daring manner, wanting me to repeat my answer so that he could rightfully be angry.

“I’m not doing this anymore. I’m done.” I snarl at him, spitting the words out one by one to make my message and intentions clear.

He doesn’t react for a few moments so I start removing all other weapons attached to me. Starting with my vest, I opened the straps and discarded it on the ground.

“What exactly are you doin’?” he asks, watching my movements.

My infuriated eyes meet his again.

“I don’t know. But I can’t ever do- that again.” I reply, pointing behind me to the distant fire and smoke in the sky. My voice is breaking again.

The Colonel is examining me to see whether I’m being serious.

“The RDA can go fuck itself, this shit is cruel and so fucking inhumane-” I say, gasping for air after pushing the words out like I was out of breath.

“You turnin’ your back on the RDA?” he asks, definitely looking pissed now.

I put my hands on my hips and bite my tongue while I think of my answer. My head starts to nod.

“Yeah, I am.”

“What’s the plan, huh? You gonna go find Jake and live like ‘em?” He asks me and I can hear disgust in his voice. There was no turning back now they all probably looked down at me now. It hurt me a little because they were the closest thing to a family I had for the many years I’ve been on Pandora.

I scoff. “Fuck Jake. I don’t know, but I’d rather be doing anything than this.”

Quaritch stays quiet for a while, clearly thinking about what he should do.

I inhale shakily and look around. I notice everyone looks worried to a certain extent. I’m not sure why but I know that they know the consequences of this are bad. I wouldn’t wish this upon any of them because we seemed to get very close as recoms. Not that it mattered now. I’d probably get imprisoned at the RDA now or they really would wipe my memory.

Finally, the Colonel speaks up again.

“Betrayin’ your own team gives me the right te’ execute you on the spot.” he says while his fierce eyes pierce through me.

My heartbeat stops for a few seconds as I think about what he just said. I wasn’t expecting to be killed straight away but it would happen sooner or later.

“Is that what you’re doin’ here?” he asks and I gulp. I gather the mess my thoughts have become and pull myself together.

“Yeah.” I mumble, looking down at my feet. No matter how drawn I was to this world, I still felt shame for this.

Your words shifted some gears in the Colonel’s head. For a second he could see the internal war you were having. Doing this felt wrong to you but the other way around it was worse. But the man was a tough marine and his persistence was stronger.

In the next second his hand reaches for the holster attached to his belt.

The soldiers who have made it this far are watching and many of their hearts sink when Quaritch pulls out his gun and steadily aims it right at your head. You’ve all become almost friends in the past weeks and everyone had their internal identity crisis to deal with. It just seemed yours was worse. It didn’t make you weaker but you were one of the few people who didn’t have a tunnel vision to the successful completion of your mission. You saw the aftermath. The consequences that were forced upon innocent lives. And it made you realise that you had been siding with the enemy your entire life.

I look up at him and my eyes meet the end of his gun. I stop moving and look into his eyes.

“I may be havin’ my own deal of problems with this body,” Quaritch said with a tense jaw while his hand remained in place. My ears perk forward. Was he feeling it too?

“But I still remember what team I’m playin’ for.”

The muscles of his arm strained and flexed as he tightly gripped the gun. I was too stunned to speak. Knowing it’s all going to be gone in a matter of seconds makes one forget how to function normally. My eyes involuntarily teared up again because I started to feel the same longing and joy for life my Ikran felt. I wanted to stay here and not harm the world. But if that isn’t possible it’s best I don’t exist at all.

“This isn’t personal. It’s just the procedure.” he says, forcedly pushing his words out as if he were running out of air.

I nod.

“I know.”

Quaritch had his lips tightly pressed into a firm line as he stared into my eyes. They flickered between my watery ones and he finally exhaled after holding his breath for a good minute.

“Fuck-” he faintly uttered under his breath and looked away for a second. His gun was slightly lowered but the next second he readjusted his stance and held it back in place. His fingers moved up and he cocked it. All he had to do was pull the trigger and it would be over.

“Look down.” he ordered. His words flew by me at first but then I processed them and slowly lowered my gaze to the ground.

Quaritch couldn’t look you in the eyes while he would take your life. He knew you too well it would take a toll on him. Making you look away made it easier for him to forget it’s you he’s about to shoot.

Zdinarsk was watching me with a horrified look. I’ve known her for almost ten years. She didn’t want this to happen but she wasn’t in the place to prohibit it.

Lyle’s ears were flattened back and he turned away, holding his head. He couldn’t watch. No one could. Everyone had miserably looked away.

Quaritch’s hand was shaking with how much he tensed it. His eyes were fixated on me as his fingers were slowly itching to press down on the trigger. He was close to placing it on it when he saw a tear drop from my face.

Tears were new. When we were upset we were silent. Never had we cried. He only saw me like this before with my Ikran.

“What are the tears for, Y/N?” he asks and suddenly his voice doesn’t seem as angry. His words sound soft and almost sympathetic.

I look up at him and he freezes.

Seeing you so broken apart in front of him made Quaritch lose focus on his weapon. To anyone’s surprise, he felt pity because he knew that this wasn’t your fault. He could see how inside it was still you but the new parts of you had seemed to overpower your old self.

“I just want to live. Here.” I reply with a tremble and a sniffle. “I don’t want to hurt anymore.”

Quaritch blankly stared at me. I don’t know what was taking him so long because I knew he was a man of his words. I decided to just wait it out and continue staring down at the grass which seemed even pretty now. It made me want to reach down and touch it but I wasn’t sure I’d ever be able to do something so simple again.

You thought you’d be dead any second now but Quaritch didn’t have the heart to kill you. You were one of his soldiers and he’d had you under his command for multiple years. That wasn’t something he could just look past. And there was no doubt about the fact that he no longer felt such hatred for this world.

I heard a click of metal and suddenly a deafening gunshot pulsates through my sensitive ears. I flinch at the sound but soon noticed I wasn’t hit.

Lyle cursed under his breath, wiping his hand over his face to stay in control of himself. He was turned around so he assumed the shot was for you. The marine didn’t dare turn around. He didn’t want to see you on the ground nor did he want to see the Colonel towering over your body. The others held their breath as they processed the likeliness of your death. No one wanted to look.

I glanced up at the Colonel and he looked uncomfortable. There was a lot of internal conflict behind those eyes. It was honestly unfair what the RDA put us through. Putting dead soldiers into the body of the enemy and making us find that enemy to kill them even though we felt attached to the world. It was too much.

Quaritch started angrily taking the gun apart and dropping the pieces of it onto the ground while he gritted his teeth and spoke.

“Can’t believe I was- gonna kill my own fuckin’-” he started to swear. The Colonel was clearly distressed as everyone else was. He was angry and it was equally divided to the RDA for giving us this mission and angry at himself for not being able to pull through with his task.

We were all permanently two-faced. Meaning we would always hate ourselves for being blue and having a weakness for this planet but we would equally hate the RDA for destroying it and sending us out to do this.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

Your voice makes the others freeze and within seconds they turn around and are more than relieved to see you’re not dead or even injured.

“Your goddamn plan.” he said, turning to the others. Quaritch felt sick to his stomach admitting this weakness to the others but he made a new choice. He made it clear that he and I could no longer continue and asked whether anyone else felt the same. It took a lot of convincing to get the others to open up. Some quickly agreed while others were hesitant.

Lyle’s world was slowly falling apart. He didn’t know who to follow. His whole life, he’d been trained to stick by the RDA. The Colonel had been there throughout his entire experience. So have I and most of the team. He had also been praised and promoted for not letting people like Grace and Jake faze him when they betrayed the humans. Now, we weren’t human anymore. And the people Lyle trusted were doing something he swore to himself he’d never do.

Eventually, Quaritch started to walk another way and everyone followed again. He gave the others an option to return home but no one took it.

No one wanted to return to the industrialised dead land at Bridgehead City.

We went to our Ikran and made a plan. Firstly, we needed a few things like living supplies. We also needed to make sure the RDA wouldn’t find us. I suspected they had trackers in our bodies somewhere and I only knew about one person who could help us.

The rest of the day was a pain for everyone. We weren’t a happy and free group at all, we were tormented with the guilt of leaving everything we’ve ever known behind.

But we couldn’t ever go back to Earth. We were dead and gone. That option was completely eliminated. So either way, Pandora would be our home. It just depended on how we treated it.

We roughly knew where Jake used to stay. That’s where the scientists were. I was friends with Norm at one point so we went to find him. It was difficult. I managed to walk into the Clan’s territory in my uniform because the Na’vi thought I was just a science Avatar. Once I stepped foot inside the labs, guns were drawn. I found Norm and it took me a good half an hour to explain everything and persuade him. I told him if he’d help us this one time we would never bother them again.

He let it happen and helped us find our trackers chips. They put one in our braids and one beneath the skin of our neck. Norm had to take them out with small tools but it worked.

We left with a few bags of their supplies and returned to the old and run-down shed where Quaritch originally died. No one had a specific plan to foresee our future but we made it clear we didn’t want to fully embrace Navi culture. We’d keep our clothes and our language but this time we’d just attempt to peacefully live with nature.

Perhaps one day we could form some kind of peace treaty with Jake and his clan. But that was too much of a big step to even discuss now. Turning our backs on the RDA was enough on our plate now.

We would live our own way and form our own path here. There weren’t any rules to life in the forest. So we would do it our way.

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jinruihokankeikaku · 1 month

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2024.03.21: Ten Years (At Least!)

「夢はつまり　想い出のあとさき」 ―井上陽水、『少年時代』

Well, here we are. I started this blog (under the url "aelphvyne") on 21 March 2014, making today the blog's 10th anniversary. The blog has changed a great deal, I think, as have I, in many ways, over the past decade; but, in many ways, I really haven't.

(me c. May 2014 / me c. today)

This blog has changed my life in a lot of ways, which feels weird to say, but it's true. There are a number of people I'd never have met were it not for our Posting on here - I won't tag anyone to avoid being obnoxious, but! I'm really glad I met you! Sincerely! A number of ideas i never would have encountered (for better or for worse). A number of places - like actual literal places in the real world - I might not have gone. Books I might never have read, songs I might never have heard, films I might never have watched. The list goes on. But why did I come here in the first place?

I started this blog to be closer to people I liked and in some sense I guess that's still the blog's raison d'être. This site is, after all, where I've spent the most time talking to people for the better part of the past decade. It's also become the de-facto hub for various projects that have rotated in and out over the years - the Homestuck stuff in 2020, an (unfinished) novella in 2021-2022, and most recently, the Evangelion Annotation Project (which I promise is still ongoing & will update...soon-ish).

And since it's been going on for so long, I guess the other thing this blog has become is an archive. A record of various moments in my life. A lot of the stuff I've posted and reblogged over the years I wouldn't stand by or endorse today. A lot of it I would. (Some of it I don't remember having posted in the first place; but I am reminded, when I look through this archive every now and then, that these, too, are remnants of who I was at some point.)

I like to take photographs every now and then, of the sky outside my window, of rain on leaves & the moon & things like that. I guess I've been doing that since around the time I made my proper return to Tumblr in 2020. If there's one really important thing on this blog, one thing that I feel really good about, it's that; those pictures are the kind of record that I really wish I had kept in earlier years, and that I hope to be able to continue to keep going forward.

And I will keep going forward. I've thought about leaving this place on a few occasions; and, I suppose if the Internet continues on its rather sad present trajectory, I may have to soon enough. But until then, "the show must go on" - at this point, I have no plans to leave any time soon. In a way, it's a line of continuity between myself 10 years ago and now. When I look back ten years from now (God willing!) I'll remember that we both liked doing this - rambling self-indulgently on the Internet to an audience of mostly strangers but - importantly - some friends, too. Some good friends. After all, who else would we have said all that too? Would we have said it at all? I think, in any case, that having said it is preferable to the alternative. By a mile.

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myrmica · 1 month

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i'm rewatching the second to last day of wormhole eclipse convo for the one millionth time because i need parts of it transcribed for my blog post and vitalasy straight up asking "Why do we play?" is killing me. you may as well turn towards the camera and stare directly at me. 2k words of this analysis are spent on definitions of play. stop that

(incoherent vitalazam ramble below the cut real stream of consciousness in here. i guess some of this might get rehashed in the thing i'm Supposed to be writing right now but it won't have the same sense of fervor due to the restraints of proper grammar. consider this a bonus...?)

i can't even articulate what i want to say here fucking. fuck my life. the way this conversation is a perfect capstone on eclipse's relationship. zam spends the entire thing acquiescing to whatever vitalasy tells him but not hearing any of it. because he's still mad but he can't express that, and Vitalasy is still mad (Cannot acknowledge zam's anger at him re: exploits without jumping to his own defense. and then he cuts himself off because he knows that's not helping . purely said that on reflex. it reads like a joke.) and vitalasy Still doesn't understand him at all, is still so intensely frustrated by him. and it's just manifesting as vitalasy digging the two of them into this pit while zam does nothing, doesn't fight back even though he reads it as vitalasy trying to kill him to which vitalasy says "i'm not trying to kill you!" even though moments later vitalasy will offer to ban zam, has been urging him to do it this whole time. because not only is killing zam in this moment made trivial and pointless by the exploits but even if it were possible and it could mean something it Wouldn't mean anything because it wouldn't change anything; banning is synonymous with leaving and despite how relentlessly zam toys with the idea he will never. ever. Ever. actually do it.

he's miserable but he can't put himself before the server the way vitalasy thinks would be best for him and for everyone else because as far as zam is concerned his health and the health of the server are one and the same. he's playing out the exploits and sticking with spoke because it's like, it's almost saying "if you won't see it through I will" to a vitalasy who has in his own words discarded first the exploits and then the server itself. BUT AGAIN: HE CAN'T EXPRESS THIS! HE APOLOGIZED TO VITALASY! it would be wrong to go back on that but the apology was as much of a lie as his relationship with vitalasy always was when they were on good terms.

i mean look at this you can literally watch him course correct over and over again as he remembers what vitalasy wants from him. it never ends. i want to squeeze him until he dies. it's exponentially easier to place the blame on himself but doing that has always just freaked vitalasy out he hates when zam does that so bad. it's the easy way out of dealing with a problem to punish yourself for it.

LIKE OKAY ... what does he want? does he want vi and subz to just fight him? would that be easier? that's always been the expected response that's the counter to the move zam has made on the board. i betray you; you attack me; differences are settled in combat. he talks about fighting at one point like winning and losing have ingrained moral qualities. if someone thinks you're wrong, and tries to stop you, and you beat them, it proves that you're right. but he tried to go against the exploits and vitalasy wouldn't fight him, vitalasy stepped out of bounds entirely and said "i'm not playing anymore, i don't like this game!" after fucking the game over for everybody else, and he never forgave that. and now, vitalasy hates what zam is doing but he's not trying to fight it, he's trying to force zam to do what he did, to stop playing by his own rules. to look outside of bounds. to consider a bigger picture. he is notoriously bad at that.

he likes mapicc so much because they speak the same language. you know how mapicc is able to temporarily settle their differences before the pangi duel and subsequent extremely obvious betrayal by handing a "win" to zam and it Works? it works really well? whatever. whatever

#vitalasy and zam are The characters ever i am being so for real when i say this. why? because they are intimately connected to all of the #ideas that rule my stupid baka life. im never getting out of here #m #lifesteal #'why do we play?' 'to suffer.' is so funny . i hate him #also half of this is just me rehashing the same shit i'm always saying which is why i need to FINISH MY BLOG POST. SO I CAN HAVE SAID IT #ONCE AND FOR ALL. AND MAYBE THEN I WILL STOP.#starting to feel like a guy with one trick. in my defense it's a good one

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My person (Charles Leclerc)

Your brother's best friend is sure you were made for eachother

Note: english is not my first language. Most times I read a brother's best friend trope, it's usually the reader going after the boy, so I felt like doing things a little bit different (also, my brain got a bit jumbled because I was wondering about the perspective, and in the end I went with reader being Joris' twin). Also, I always feel a little bit of impostor's syndrome whenever I post these tropes for which I've read many great pieces about it, and I never know if my ones are good enough to be posted but we're going with it

my masterlist

Tag list: @myloverjk-blog

Most people thought having a twin brother was bitter sweet because while you had to share everything since the womb, you had a brother so there came a time where you wanted to have different toys, different rooms and different styles.

Different friends, however, was never a question. Even with different interests, you and Joris often came as a duo, so both of your friend groups were pretty close.

"We're going to Charles' apartment to watch the football game, are you joining us?", Joris asked, throwing himself on your sofa and partially occupying your personal space, "Marta is going to be over and I think she's taking Chiara with her, too".

You don't remember a time where Charles wasn't in your life. Your brother knew him since they were in kindergarten and so there wasn't a memory where he wasn't involved. Which brought you to the last time you were with him, just a week before.

Charles spent the afternoon with Joris at your brother's apartment, wanting to relax and game for the rest of the day.

"It's Y/N", Charles said as he gave Joris his ringing phone, your caller ID prompting him to pick the calk up right away, "can you come and get me, please?", he heard you faintly as Joris got up straight away, listening to whatever you were telling as he put on his trainers and jacket.

"Y/N needs me to pick her up from the café - turns out her date thought she wouldn't mind going home on her own", Joris rolled his eyes, "it will be quick, you're good on your own here?", he checked with Charles, "sure", the driver assured, unpausing the game and carrying on.

Another date and another disappointment for you, Charles thought. While you weren't as close as his brother was to him, he still knew about your life as much as your other friends, and lately you had been looking for someone, your person, you claimed. Luck had yet to join your search as every date you went on seemed to go between bad and awful.

If he had the courage to come clean about his feelings, maybe things would be different. For a while, yes, you were Joris' twin sister and that was it. You were a cool girl and he didn't mind spending time with you or having your hang out with their group, but things changed when you went to university.

Maybe it was your glow up, although you never needed one to catch his eye in the first place, but year after year, you grew to exude confidence, your natural beauty enhanced as you turned into a charming, caring and kind young woman.

Since he didn't want to ruin the bond you had, he watched it all happen from the sidelines. How happy you sounded whenever you had a date later in the week, whenever a cute guy came up to you in the club and how you squealed "I think this one might be the one!" as you excused yourself and declined dinner invitations from the group for a date.

He heard the door open and then close, footsteps approaching the living room as he paused the game just in time for you to sit on the sofa, "what's up, Leclerc?", you nudged his shoulder.

"I'm good, how are you?", he quesioned, "I guess that one isn't the love of your life either?", he semi joked.

"He was certifiable, at the very least", you began as the boys chuckled, "Hey! I'm qualified to make such appreciation! He kept talking about himself and he was borderline sexist, but then he said I would be fine going home on my own? I don't know, it was a mess and I can't believe I even experienced that - I'm going to pretend it was a fever dream", you shrugged your shoulders, "I was expecting to spend the afternoon with him - thank Goodness I didn't, - and the construction work at my place is still going so I don't have anywhere to go, I'm sorry if I'm crashing your afternoon", you gulped.

"It's fine, it's nice having company other than us two playing and screaming at eachother", Charles smiled as Joris shrugged his shoulders, "you're already staying her until the building work is done", you brother offered.

"I wasn't asking you, silly; you're my twin, dealing with me it's something that comes with the job", you winked.

When it came to dinner time, the three of you decided to have take out, your brother calling the restaurant and scheduling a time for him to pick it up, "I'm going to shower", you said as you got up from the sofa, heading to the guest room you were staying in.

By the time you got out, your heard Joris shout that he was leaving while you put on some comfy clothes for the evening in. When you went to the balcony so your towels could air dry for a bit, you sat in the padded chair, looking out to the sunset.

He would come, you thought. It wasn't particularly a manifestation or a "throw it at the universe" kind of thing, but rather something to reassure yourself. You were worthy of the standards you set for yourself and there was someone out there for you, and he would come.

"Hey", Charles stepped into the balcony, coming to sit in the chair next to yours, "a cent for your thoughts?", he smiled softly, the warm yellow and orange light hitting his eyes in a glowy hue.

"Do you believe that the right person for you is out there?", you shot softly.

"I know she is", Charles gulped, "Oh, confident!", you giggled softly, "but it's nice, better than being sulky like me".

"I'm not sure how much better it is. I know she is out there, but it's a little more complicated than just going up to her and tell her that", he played with hia thumbs.

"So you're chickening out?", you quirked your eyebrow, partly teasing him but genuinely curious about it. You didn't have enough fingers to count how many girls tried to approach you and befriend you with the only goal of getting into a friendship circle that would lead them to Charles, and he could probably chat up anyone he wanted, so it was hard for you to understand how he didn't have the love of his life with him yet.

"It's not chickening out if you think it might cause some issues with your friends, I think. I'm being prudent, that's all", Charles tried, wanting to take the opportunity to try and see where you stood. Girls were usually sharper than guys, so you said many times, maybe you'd take the hint.

"If I knew who the love of my life was, I would go to him and never look back. I know it sounds silly, but I wouldn't want to be away from him a second longer, it would be quite shitty if he was in a relationship", you mused, "but if we were really meant to be together - if it was a both ways kind of thing - he would know it, right? Goodness, sound a bit like a romantic sop, don't I?", you chuckled, "but I would fight for him, for us".

Charles felt inspired before he felt a little angry. Here you here saying you would fight until you found your person when he was right there. If it really worked as a both ways thing, you'd have to know and feel the person you kept looking for was him. He broke into a full belly laugh as he stated at you. No make-up, hair sitting in its natural wave and comfy clothes, you never looked so beautiful to him.

"Would you let me fight for us, too?", he mused quietly but loud enough for you to hear, "would you want me to do that?".

Giggling at him, you could only shake your head at his words, "I know this sound silly - Joris teases me enough about it enough", you groaned as your hands covered your face.

"I'm not joking or teasing", Charles clarified, turning to face you on the chair, "All I want is for you to look at me the way you look at them", Charles stated, "whenever you talk about your dates before you go on them, you're so hopeful that that guy will be the one, you look forward to it like it will be that time, and you never looked at me that way when I constantly make efforts to hung the stars and the moon for you and stand there hoping they get to you".

His confession took you off guard. Charles just admitted he liked you, in a way with words that was more elaborate than what any of your dates had ever told you combined.

"I thought you were being nice?! Was this some sort of plan?!", you quesioned immediately. He had been around you your whole life, you surely would've noticed it, wouldn't you?

Charles chuckled in a way you found a smidge belittling, "it wasn't a plan! Y/N, I have not been planning this or doing some strategy, it just happened out of nowhere!", Charles bit back, "like you said, the person for me is out there and she's you!".

The noise from the door pulled both of you out your discussion, your brother's singalong voice announcing he was back with the food.

Dusting your sweatpants, you stepped back inside the living room, shaking off the jitters you had as your brother scrunched up his face, "is everything okay?", he asked.

"Of course, I'm just hungry and you drove like a grandpa here", you bickered back as Charles joined you at the table, "I'll get the cutlery and plates from the kitchen", you mumbled.

The dinner was eaten quietly on your side, Charles and Joris making most of the conversation as you exchanged a few looks with the Formula One driver, your twin brother seemingly obvious as he carried on as usual, "I'm going to bed", you said after helping tidy, "are you sure? We were going to watch something on TV?", Joris asked you.

"I'm getting a headache, so I'll pass, good night boys", you gave them tight lipped smile.

In the bedroom, you changed into your pyjamas and finished your night-time routine and got under the sheets, Charles' words replaying as you looked at the ceiling.

"Y/N? Are you joining us or not? Do you have any plans?", Joris insisted, "you've been weird lately", he pointed out.

"I'll join you, yes, just need to get my hoodie and then I'll be good to go", you scrambled out as your heart beat faster inside your chest.

Joris offered to drive to Charles' apartment, getting there when Riccardo, Marta and little Chiara were alresdy inside with Charles.

"The rest of the group couldn't come, so it's just us", Riccardo said as he noticed your expression, "what a shame, more food for us!", you smirked, sitting next to Marta and playing with the little girl on her lap, "hello, my love, hello!", you cooed in the voice you only had for babies, "look at you so grown up! You get more beautiful everytime I see you", you smiled, tickling her chin softly as she giggled loudly.

"Who did the roast potatoes last time we got together?", Joris stepped back into the living room, "I did", you stated as you grabbed one of the toys on the coffee table, ready to sit down on the floor so you and Chiara could play together.

"Don't sit down!", your brother yelled, "sorry, but you can't sit down - Charles needs help with the potatoes and he doesn't know the recipe like you do", he reasoned as you got up, trying not to show how much you didn't want to be in the same room alone with Charles. Watching football while having dinner with your group of friends was one thing, spending one on one time with Charles after what he said to you the last time was another.

"Hey", you said as you stepped into the kitchen, "Joris said you needed help, what can I do?".

Charles smiled a little, maybe at the irony of your quesion, "I don't know what seasonings to use in these", he said as he showed you the vegetable with the ones he already cut up.

"Okay, do you keep the spices in the same place?", you asked as he nodded, encouraging you to use his kitchen like it was your own.

Opening the cabinets and grabbing what you needed, you started mixing the ingredients and cutting up the ones you needed to, "can you get me the olive oil, please? I can't reach it", you asked and Charles complied, "thank you".

"Is this how this is going to be? Interacting like we haven't known eachother since we were little and like I haven't poured my heart out to you?", Charles said, arms crossed as he rested against the kitchen counter.

"I wasn't counting on you saying all of that, I was so caught off guard that I haven't been able to think about anything else in my off time!", you offered, setting the knife down on the chopping board.

"It's not like people have speeches ready and give of warnings when they're about to confess their feelings for someone... I myself wasn't expecting to do it until the words came out of my mouth", Charles gestured as if he was vomiting, "what do you expect it to be like anyway? People have to warn you they have feelings for you and ask if you want to hear it?! Is that what you want?".

"I want to feel loved, appreciated and valued. I want to be with someone that reminds me that I'm beautiful, that I'm smart and I'm wonderful. I want to share my life with someone who has no trouble with me wanting to have both career goals and family goals, I want someone who supports me as much as a support him, who is willing to do silly things because I enjoy them and who loves me for me, flaws and all", you let out in one go, "That's what I want".

Charles eyebrows climbed on his forehead, "Are you insinuating I can't give you that? Is that why we haven't spoken since that evening at Joris' place?".

"I'm saying you're my brother's best friend, and no matter how much I think you can do it - because you make me feel like that just from being my friend, imagine if we were dating -, I don't want to risk whatever we have, all of us", you gestured to the living room where the rest of the group was.

"Y/N", Charles pleaded, "you don't think I've thought about that? I didn't do it on a whim like you think I did, I've been sitting on this for quite a while, actually", he clarified, "I will respect whatever you decide, okay? But can't just sit and pretend that you don't want this thing between you and me as much as I do, because we could be so good-", he was interrupted as Marta crossed the corner and stepped inside the kitchen, "Charles, can I heat Chiara's soup on the microwave?", she asked with the small tupperware on her hands.

"Sure, here", he guided her as you resumed to seasoning the potatoes, putting them on the tray and then in the oven, "the game is about to start, hurry up!", Joris yelled.

"I'll just wash this, and that too", you took the tupperware's lid as well as the utensils you needed for the dressing.

"I need to cool it down a little, maybe in a bigger bowl", Marta said as Charles helped in getting the bowl from the cupboard as you set the utensils aside to dry, "Merci, Charles, off we go then", she said as she waited for you both to leave and go to the living room so she could follow you.

"Come here, sweet cheeks", you clapped at Chiara, taking her away from your brother's arms and putting her in the highchair so she could eat comfortably, "auntie Y/N is going to give you your delicious soup, yummy yummy", you smiled.

Charles couldn't help but take in the sight, how you made Chiara feel like she was the only person in the world as you smiled and spoke to her, finding a million and one ways to get her to eat the soup in the bowl.

The food was ready by the half-time break, so you all helped with bringing the food to the table, eating it as the team you were supporting ended up winning the game.

"She's knocked out", you pointed out to Riccardo, Chiara asleep in the little makeshift cot you made on the sofa with some pillows and blankets to make sure she was warm and secure.

"We can clean up, you guys go home and take this little princess to sleep in her own bed", Charles smiled, stroking the little girl's cheek softly as he watched her peaceful expression.

"You don't mind?", Marta wondered as the three of you nodded, helping the parents gather their daughter's belongings so they could leave, hoping she wouldn't wake up and make it harder for her to fall back asleep.

"Sweet dreams, petite fleur", you cooed as Marta cuddled Chiara into her chest, squeezing her small hand softly before they walked out of the door.

"These need to go on the dishwasher", you sorted through the plates and checked if they were safe to go on the machine as your brother help you.

"We should probably get going", Joris said, not wanting to overstay your welcome, "do you need anything else, Charles? Otherwise, me and Y/N will leave you to it", he said.

"Actually, me and Charles need to talk, if that's okay", you looked at the driver, catching him by surprise before he nodded in agreement.

Joris didn't dwell too much on it like you thought he would, "so you need me to come and pick you up or...?", he trailed before Charles saved you, "don't worry, I've got her", he stated.

When Charles accompanied your twin brother to the door, he was blunt and honest, "She's my sister, but there could be worse guys than you", Joris offered as Charles narrowed his eyes, "Oh, please, do you think I'm that blind? I've seen the way you look at her and how you always go above and beyond for her - she's just being too stubborn about it to see it, too. Still, if you ever break her heart or cause her any tears of sadness and anger, you're going to wish I didn't know so much about you", he threatened, although it didn't go as planned as they both laughed, "I trust you, there wasn't anyone I would trust like this", he sighed, "you're just lucky you have brothers, otherwise I might've taken revenge on you", he nudged his shoulder.

"I bet Lorenzo would enjoy a cuddle every now and again if you'd like", Charles giggled before he showed his seriousness again, "I just want this to work out between us, I think she's my person, you know?", he mused, realising how cliché and whipped he sounded, "I'll take care of her, you don't need to worry", he assured.

Charles closed the door and walked back to the living room where you sat down on the sofa, legs covered with one of the blankets, "I- thank you for staying back", he smiled, pointing with his eyes to the spot next to you silently asking if he could sit.

You opened the blanket so he could sit next to you and you could both keep warm, "I want to apoligise for not saying anything the last time we spoke, and for how I've handled this", you began, "I'm sorry, Charles", you said earnestly.

"Apology accepted", he nodded, "and did you just stay here to apoligise?", he quesioned.

"I- I thought we could have a date, sort of anyway", you mumbled, "and I could also tell you how I feel about you since it seems I owe you that with what you've told me", you looked into his eyes, "it wasn't that you were ever off bounds or anything like that, I never cared for those supposed rules, but it never occurred to me", you blurted and Charles quirked a brow, "shoot, that's not what I meant, ugh", you grunted as he soothingly rubbed your thigh, "what I meant is I always thought you'd never look at me that way - I'm Joris' twin - so I just took all of the affection I had for you and put it in a friendship feelings and all of the things you did for me, I thought you were just being nice because you're a nice guy", you clarified.

"Does this mean you're letting me treat you like you deserve? Because I plan on making sure you feel and know you're wonderful every single day", he smiled charmingly, confident words contrasting with his shy attempt of lacing your fingers together on his lap.

"How can you be so sure we are eachother's person?", you couldn't help but mumble, even if the butterflies in your stomach were dancing like they hadn't been in a long time, "I just know, and I'll help you see it, too", he smiled, kissing your knuckles before he pulled you to his chest, finding something to watch on the TV.

You both watched reruns of one of your favourite shows, pointing out little details you loved and talking about any topic that came to mind, and once Charles' body warmth and his touches along your arm caught up to your system and lulled you to sleep, your head finding it's spot on his chest as he smiled down at you, your beauty never ceasing to amaze him as he noticed every mole, freckle and scar on your face from up close.

Even if he didn't want to move, and that it wouldn't be the first time he slept on his sofa, he reasoned that he should at least offer you his bed. Softly stroking your cheek, he coaxed you to wake up, "I'm sorry for waking you up, but we can't sleep here", he whispered, kissing the side of your head, "you can sleep in my bed, I'll take the sofa", he offered as you stretched a little bit, removing yourself from his chest.

"If you promise you won't do any funny business, we can sleep in the same bed", you yawned.

"Of course I won't, Y/N! I would never do anything you didn't want to, I-", Charles panicked, not wanting you to think he was trying to take advantage of you.

"I'm only kidding, I know you won't", you assured, arms pulling him to stand up with you as you walked to the bedroom after turning everything off, "I trust you, Charles, completely", you smiled.

To him, it meant the world.

You felt his heart race when your hand landed on his chest, "I need a t-shirt, though, this is not comfy to sleep in", you reasoned as he looked for one on his drawers, "here, you can get ready here while I get ready in the bathroom", he smiled, kissing the top of your head before he stepped inside the ensuite.

After you swapped so you could brush your teeth, you were both undoing the bed, pulling the sheets back over you and having eachother.

"I really want to kiss you right now, but I don't want to cross any boundaries", Charles admitted as your heart raced in your chest, "I'd really like that, you can kiss me if you want", you consented.

Charles leaned to rub your nose in his before kissing your lips softly, allowing you both to revel in the feelings that had been put in labelled boxes at the back of your minds.

Parting your lips to breathe, you cupped Charles' cheek, your palm tickling from his facial hair as your thumb rubbed his skin, "I think you might be right", you mumbled, licking your lips, "about what?", he mused, "about the fact that you'll help me see it too", you smiled.

The next morning, you woke up with Charles looking at you, "Good morning, Y/N", he greeted, "See? I didn't pull any funny business", he wiggled his brows chuckling.

This was a sight you could get used to.

"Good morning", you smiled, "did you sleep well?", you wondered, pulling closer to him now that you were awake.

"I did, did you?", he asked and you nodded, cuddling closer to him and basking in the feeling of just being there.

"We are going to take this as slow as you want", Charles whispered against your forehead, leaving little kisses and pecks on your skin, "but I want you to know I'm all in".

"I'm all in, too", you whispered, "I can't promise you it will be a straight line - or that I won't spiral out every now and again because hey, it's me -, but I feel really good about this, you make me feel really good", you blushed as you kissed between his eyebrows, "having said this, not all of us have the day to do some training and sim racing, and I'm one of them. I have to go home to change and then head to the clinic", you pouted slightly.

"How about I make us some breakfast first, then I'll drop you off?", he suggested, stealing a peck from your lips, "hmm, sounds good", you hummed.

"Were you expecting us to be surprised?", Marta said as she and her family arrived in Charles' yacht, the three of them seeing you and Charles kissing at the table.

Throwing your head back in laughter as Charles walked up to help them inside, you shielded your eyes from the sun with your hand, "at least pretend you are", you joked.

"Oh my Goodness, I never thought you two would become a thing? Does this mean we can finally stop hearing your disgraced love life stories and Charles' complaints about who you went on a date with?", Riccardo belted out, catching the attention from a couple on the yacht next to the one you were sitting on.

"To be fair, that's how I noticed it", Marta began, "Charles didn't complain anymore about how he was alone and that the universe wasn't working on his favour", she smirked, greeting you two.

"We have been keeping it down low just to see how things would go", you blushed at getting caught and steering the conversation elsewhere once Chiara babbled at you, "Oh, baby girl, hello!", you cooed, pulling her into your arms.

"Soon enough you can get one of those, I bet your kid would be very very cute", Riccardo nudged Charles' shoulder, loving that the group now could have a few teasing moments and themes at your expense, all in good fun.

"What a warm welcome!", you heard your brother yell, a fake angry and ironic tone noticeable in his voice, "First, no one is here to greet me with a glass of something to drink or even a helping hand to step in", Joris clarified, "then I'm presented with a conversation about my sister's and my best friends sex life, which I don't want to know about by the way!!", he said as he came up to you, kissing the side of your head, "I'm happy she's happy, and that you're all happy together, but no talking about that, please!".

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acrophobia.

a mike schmidt x reader story

synopsis - mike and abby come up with a rather interesting plan to help you face your fears and to help mike better confess his love for you (reader is spoken to/about with feminine pronouns) - (fluff <3) - (reader has acrophobia / a fear of heights)

(a/n - this is my first tumblr blog! i hope you enjoy it and i am open to any requests about mike)

"just keep your eyes closed baby." mike said, trying to soothe you. the three of you (mike, abby, and you) were heading home after taking a quick stop at a bakery nearly on the other side of town. abby saw a commercial on the television about it and immediately wanted to try their strawberry cupcakes. however, in order to get back home, you guys had to drive past a long, narrow bridge.

"its hard to, mike. i can't stop imagining the car toppling over and us being shark food." you mumbled the last part, but it was very audible to mike, and definitely abby.

"what?! mike are we going to die!?!" abby said as her smile from looking at the blue sky faded into a horrified expression.

"no abs, (y/n) is just overthinking, we'll be fine." mike said confidently, then he placed a reassuring hand on your thigh and squeezed it gently.

you loved mike. you loved how he cared for abby, how he cares for you, and how he pushed through despite all of the struggles he has faced from his childhood to now. but you definitely hated heights. the thought of dropping from one sent a chill down your spine.

"just breathe, okay baby? we are halfway through this bridge. i trust that you can get through this." said mike, filling in the silence in the car. you also loved how he knew how to comfort someone.

"yeah (y/n)! we are almost home. think about the cupcakes!" abby dragged out the "cupcakes" part, showing her excitement to indulge in the fluffy treat.

you smiled, but deep down you were mortified. you grabbed mike's hand and held it tightly. you also shut your eyes tightly, trying to block out all bad visions that involve dying.

once you guys got home. you decided to go into mike's room to get the bridge off of your mind. before you slipped into the darkness of his room, mike pulled you aside and kissed your forehead and the back of your hand.

"are you okay?" he asked you, looking into your eyes with big brown ones. "i think so." you said, avoiding his gaze. he sighed and was about to step away until you grabbed his wrists. "i'm sorry about my stupid fear getting in the way of things. i really, really, really want to overcome but when i try, i just break down. i guess i just need something to motivate me to keep going, y'know?" you said to him. mike nodded and took your last sentence into deep consideration.

mike turned to walk into the kitchen but he was greeting with a small figure standing at the end of the hallway, grinning at him.

"what's wrong, abby?" mike asked, trying to get his way into the kitchen. abby just stood there, watching him. she clearly had something to say, her lips were parting open but closing again until she finally spewed out a couple of words. well, more than a couple.

"when will you and (y/n) get married? you guys have been together for like, years. and you love her a LOT. i can tell. and you wouldn't even have to buy a ring! we could use the ring mom gave me before she..." abby said, but she didn't finish the last part of her speech, she thought it was a happy moment, not an emotional one.

"but, what if she doesnt want to get married." mike says, trying to lower his voice so you couldn't hear.

"oh well then. i mean, it's clear she really loves you too, so i don't think she would leave you." abby says. mike's heart was beating so hard once he realized the love of his life felt the very same way about him. he could swear abby could hear it pounding in the quiet hallway.

"okay, I'll propose to h--" mike said, but abby interrupted him mid sentence and pulled him into the kitchen.

"great! I have an idea!"

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during the next couple of days, mike and abby have been secretly gathering information on you that aligns with abby's clever idea, as well as sneaking out of the house at night to set up the materials for their plan.

while you were grabbing grapes from the fridge mike came up the behind you and examined what you were doing, maintaining a passionate stare on you.

"uhm, can you get any closer?" you questioned him as you felt his warm breath on your bare neck.

"what? i can't check up on my girlfriend?" mike held out his arms and wrapped them around your waist, pulling you into a backwards bear hug.

"stay focused!" abby whisper-yelled from the corner, looking at mike while holding a small notebook and a pen. mike needs to figure out what you like, not get intimate with you.

"grapes. she likes grapes." mike mumbled rushing over to abby as you walked into the living room and laid down on the couch near the two. she wrote it down in her notebook and gave it to him.

today will be the day the mission will go into action.

"hey baby? can i ask you something?" mike asked as he sat down next to you, resting his head on your chest and sliding the notebook slightly under the couch.

"what's up?"

"can you come with me and abby somewhere? it's really nice."

"sure. why not?"

"okay get dressed." mike ordered, ending the conversation with a quick kiss. he sat up and you slipped into his room to grab any clothes you had over there. mike then grabbed the notebook from under the couch and looked in the fridge to grab anything else he needed. abby following close behind him.

"are you nervous?" abby asked.

"a little, what if she doesn't say yes? or what if she gets mad at me? i dont think she will like this plan." mike says, ranting on until you make your presence known.

"i'm ready!" you said. you were wearing a long-sleeved purple top with a black skirt and your hair in two braids.

even though you were in your early twenties, you dressed and did your hair like a child. that was another thing mike loved about you.

abby gave mike a reassuring look, he then motioned for the two of them to the door. they all put on their shoes and left.

as mike was driving you there, he pulled a scarf from his pocket. "you need to be blindfolded. it's a surprise." he said, handing it towards you. you were reluctant at first but you tied it on, waiting for something to happen.

mike drove to the place and with abby's help they guided you to where you were supposed to be. mike ran off somewhere else in a hurry. abby ran to the other side of where you were and called out "take off the blindfold!" you took it off with a smile but to your horror you were standing in the middle of a high, high bridge over a pretty long lake. the bridge was narrow and you could clearly see the water underneath.

"mike? mike! mike please i don't like this! m-mike...." you called out his name over and over, you felt your heart sink to your chest, your breathing pattern was non-existent, beads of sweat started to form on your forehead and you felt the hot sting of tears in the corner of your eyes. you looked around, your boyfriend wasnt there, only his little sister.

"i'm sorry (y/n)! mike isnt here right now. just me. but you need to pull along and come across this bridge! mike has something for you!" she yelled from the other side.

you felt sick to your stomach. you tried to move but you just couldn't. you feel down onto your knees and sobbed. abby felt horrible but she knew what mike had waiting for you.

"abby! i don't think i can do this! you know im terrified of heights!" you called out to her. abby did say anything, but after a while she finally spoke up.

"if mike was here he would tell you to keep going! (y/n), i'm telling you if you just come across this bridge, you will get the best surprise of your life! just face your fears."

abby's words hit harder than they were supposed to. you really wanted to see what mike had in store for you, but you didn't know how to get past without flipping the fuck out. even though the bridge looked terrifying, you believed it wouldn't be likely for you to fall off.

you shut your eyes tightly and crawled across the bridge on all fours. you could hear abby cheering for you as you made it to the end of the bridge.

"yay! you did it! now c'mon, mike has been waiting." abby said. she didnt even give you a moment to catch your breathe before she pulled you along a pathway near the bridge.

it felt like you two were walking for hours, for some reason your eyes were still shut, taking in the world around you slowly but surely. abby suddenly stopped and you hesitantly fluttered open your eyes.

you were met with mike, on one knee with a toothy smile. behind him was a picnic with all of your favorite fruit and favorite flowers and small details that tied into your interests.

mike cleared his throat and pulled a box out of his pocket. before he opened it he looked into your eyes and said "(y/n), i love you so much and I am very proud of you. i remember you told me you needed something to motivate you to get rid of your phobia so abby came up with this idea." he paused for a second, watching you start to tear up, but he kept speaking.

"you are a great person. all of these years you cared for abby and me and we deeply appreciate that. my point is.." he paused, "(y/n), will you marry me?" mike said as he opened up the black box in his hands, revealing a shiny ring.

you nodded and then he walked up to you and put the ring on your finger. abby couldn't stop cheering and clapping. she jumped onto the both of you and hugged you two tightly, nearly pushing the three of you over.

mike gave you a kiss on your forehead and the three of you stood in each other's embrace.

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binkszamsstuff · 4 months

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Cindy Lou who

I know it’s past Christmas but life got in the way of me editing this fic so pretend it’s Christmas Day still okay? Sorry 🩵❄️🎅 merry Christmas and happy holidays! I’ll see you in the new year!

Warnings:angst, kissing, Bucky and reader are idiots this fic is safe for work but I’m putting this ⬇️ here because my blog is strictly no minors! 🔞

“Wow plum look at you go!” Bucky laughed as you almost hit a rail skating too fast to come to an easy stop.

Just as you got your balance back and stopped laughing at your clumsyness you looked up to see Bucky on his phone again. Lately, for the past two months, bucky has been possessive of his phone and always on it. Smiling at it too. It made you uneasy, Bucky had had plenty of girlfriends in the past but he was always present when hanging out with you. You had lightly asked him last week if he was seeing anyone, he didn't hear you the first time because he was on his phone.

“W-whatcha’ you say plum?”

“I asked if you were seeing anyone, you’re constantly on your phone” you repeated

“No, what? no! why would you think that? You’re my best friend you know i wouldn't hide anything like that from you” james spoke nonchalantly, he patted your head like a child right before he went back to smiling at his phone and texting.

It worried you. This year after ice skating you and him were gonna go get dinner (this usually isn’t a part of your tradition) you wanted to admit your feelings for him tonight but his recent behavior had you second guessing, for one he was always on his phone texting and he sure as hell doesn't look like a giddy school girl from texting sam or steve, and secondly when you asked him if he wanted to go to dinner afterward he was suspiciously happy. He said that it was great that you asked actually because he could “kill two birds with one stone” When you asked him what he meant he brushed you off and now he’s saying he has a surprise.

You had a feeling that he was seeing a girl and you hoped and prayed that you were wrong but the way he was acting proved you right, but you tried to take his word for it because he was Bucky your best friend and he would never lie to you. Right?

Wrong. As you walked into the small restaurant bucky’s smile grew 10 times wider, he waved to a blonde girl sitting at a four-person table. He walked over to her you followed a desperate feeling coming over you where you wished this wasn't what you thought it was. ‘No not tonight! the night I was going to confess my undying love for you no. bucky why?! Why do you have to be a stupid man?’ you thought.

She stood out of her seat he put his hand on her lower waist, lower than a friend would. She pecked his lips. You noticed everything he did or didn't do, you watched as your personal hell ripped itself into the small restaurant.

“y/n this is Polly, my girlfriend,” Bucky said him and her still standing in front of you. You wanted to cry and run away, she was perfect the opposite of everything that made you. You stared in shock.

“Uh um, h-hi im y/n” you swallowed thickly after speaking. You hated yourself you should have listened to your gut.

Bucky looked at you confused, he didn't expect your reaction to be so flat. He thought you would be so happy but now you looked pale and uncomfortable.

“It's too nice to meet you y/n I've heard so much about you” Oh god she was nice too!

The three of you sat, you wanted to puke.

“I thought you weren't seeing anyone bucky?” you asked shakily

“Well, bucky and I wanted to keep it a secret. We just wanted to live in our little bubble for longer ya know” she answered for him

“How long have you two been together?” you asked, anger creeping in towards yourself and Bucky. Yourself forever thinking Bucky could love and him for lying.

“Two and a half months” she answered again. you abruptly pushed your chair out from under the table you hadn't even taken off your coat but you felt cold like you were dying in the North Pole. You grabbed your coat in a haste. Bucky's confused eyes follow you.

“Hey! Hey y/n what are you doing?” he asked as you walked towards the exit you didn't respond. You felt humiliated and heartbroken. ‘God the man I've loved like a fool for seven years! How could I be so stupid!’ you though to yourself

“y/n get back here! Whats wrong with you?!” Bucky yelled after you while he tried to catch up with you as you walked down the street. Finally, he did, he grabbed your arm yanking you around to face him.

“What the hells matter with you?!” he said angry now too.

“I have to leave! I-i cant be friends with you anymore!” you screamed

Bucky's face dropped “Wh-what why?” he said confused and sad.

“B-because I-I just can’t okay!”

“Bullshit tell me. Now!” he demanded

“I-I’m in love with you okay!?”

“What!”

“I invited you to dinner tonight because i wanted to confess my feeling an- it doesn’t matter anymore okay. You have a girlfriend an-and she seems so lovely and im sorry that i made her uncomfortable i-i need to leave.” you said

“How long?” his tone stoic and hard, he wouldn’t let you go

“Since high school b-but i didnt realize what my feelings for you were until this past summer when we went on our trip to the ocean” you whispered ashamed.

“I-i dont know what to say” you broke his hold walking away as fast as you could. Tears finally falling. He didn’t need to say anything because you already knew he didn’t hold the same feelings you did for him.

“Wait wait y/n” you were gone.

December 21st

You got on a flight back home for the holidays usually you would take this flight home with bucky but you couldnt face him. He called and texted you all night, but the pain and embarrassment was to much.

The flight was horrible and your mom picking you up from the airport was spent listening to her cheer on and on about how bucky had a new girlfriend. Your familes were very close.

You wanted to the ground to suck you under itself.

Sitting in your mom’s livling room while your family and buckys talked and laughed was awful. You could feel his sorrowful looks on your skin and thats what really ate you alive. After some point of faking smiles you went up to you old bedroom. It was just like you left it last year and before you left to explore the world with bucky. The laughs you and him had in your old room made you tear up. When you used to get sad or when his parents fought he would climb in your window in the middle of the night. You two would watch movies, cuddle one another whichever one of you who needed the comfort. Just two kids trying to find peace in the world they share with everyone but also their own. the two of you cheering eachother up. As you looked back you scoffed towards yourself for being so stupid because how could you not tell you were selfishly in love him? Holding him while he cried or when he was angry, cuddling while watching movies or playing bored games in secret so your parents wouldn’t find out. The shorting pain in your chest when he would introduce you to one of his new girlfriends was not normal friend behavior.

Then tears fell as you sat on your bed holding a pillow to your chest. You hated that you ruined your friendship, you hated yourself for thinking bucky, the play boy who got women who looked like models could ever love you back. You beat yourself up for not shutting up and sitting through that stupid dinner and at least being ale to keep him in some way even if its just as a friend it would be better than nothing.

Just as yout thoughts of self hatred were stacking up bucky walked in.

“What are you doing in here?” you asked trying to swipe you tears away before he could see them

He sat at the foot of your bed looking at you. “Hey hey, plum,” he reached forward bringing your hands into his “you never have to hide from me”

“I-im so so sorry bucky. You must hate me” you cried

“How could i hate the girl im in love with?” he brought his hand to cup your wet cheek lifting up your face so your eyes could meet his.

“ no no” you shook your head refusing to believe him.

“Ive been hiding my feelings for a lot longer then you plum” he chuckled sadly. “i ruined the dinner you planned it was stupid of me to surprise you with me having a girlfriend. Every girl ive ever been with as always been me trying to distract myself from not being able to be with you. I thought i wouldnt have a chance with you in a million years, i thought having you as a friend was all i was going to get and thats better then not having you at all so i never told you and last night was was the best night and the worst night of my life because i found out that you loved me and i hurt you. Last night i broke up with polly. I only want you plum, i love you too”

You pulled bucky into a kiss, it was soft, new, it held every word the two of you have ever wanted to say to each other but thought you couldnt. It was love.

“I love you bucky”

“I love you too plum” bucky smiled pulling you back into a kiss.