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Renjun love triangle “it feels like I’m suffocating” college au ♥️

based on this post

warnings: mentions sex and got kind of mildly explicit really quickly lol. it also portrays a somewhat? toxic? relationship that gets slightly better towards the end. copious amounts of smoking in a short drabble

note: yes i had ridin’ mv & 1:06-1:12 of quiet down in my head while writing this. this is loosely (loosely!) based off of the song ‘not in the same way’ by 5sos

4: college

2: love triangle

17: “it feels like i’m suffocating”

“it’s a beautiful night,” renjun says, voice almost entirely flat as he flicks his cigarette stub towards the ashtray. he misses by a good measure, and you watch as it lands at your feet instead. neither of you make any move to pick it up, let alone put it in its place.

“i thought you’d given up smoking,” you say, ignoring his statement entirely. instead of looking at him, you look out over the balcony, watching the busy streets of your city as life goes on around you. there’s a resounding honk, followed by many of its kind somewhere far off in the distance, and you can’t help but wonder what it’s like to be in a car crash.

your life feels like a train wreck as it is, anyways.

renjun doesn’t responding just yet, instead pulling out another cigarette from the pack that resides in the inner pocket of his leather jacket. he sticks it between his lips, lighting it with practiced ease before pulling it from his mouth just as easily, blowing smoke into the air. you watch as it dissipates, adamant on keeping your gaze on anything but him.

it’s a difficult feat to pull off. he’s beautiful, with nimble, ash and paint stained fingers and the kind of mouth that can only smirk, never smile. his hair is platinum blond - freshly dyed, you’d done it yourself on a rare quiet night shared between just you and him - and his dermal cheekbone piercings glint in the moonlight. if you weren’t fighting, you’d be begging him to take you right now, bent over the balcony where anyone could see. a cold night and warm bodies. you’re tempted, regardless.

“i thought you’d given up jaemin,” renjun says, pulling you back to your reality. you finally whirl around to meet his eyes, though not on purpose - you’re awed at the audacity he has.

“you -”

“don’t bullshit me, (name),” he interrupts you, waving you away with a hand. “i’ve seen how he looks at you in our world literature class. i know you’re still sleeping together.”

“of course we are.” you respond, starting to seethe with anger. “you and i are not a couple, huang. i’ll fuck whoever i want.”

“i know we aren’t a fucking couple,” he says, walking towards you. his balcony is small, and he’s standing directly in front of you, face right in front of yours, before you can take a breath. for a moment you think he’s about to blow cigarette smoke right into your face, but at the very last moment he turns, letting it escape through one corner of his otherwise tightly-shut mouth.

“then what is it with you? what, are you jealous? don’t want anyone else to see my body? don’t want anyone else to see this p-”

he has you up against a wall before you can register your own words. the cigarette falls from between his fingers, and he crushes it between his boot. he leans in closer than before, nose touching yours. his breath reeks of smoke, but you can’t help but inhale it. you realize with a jolt that his other hand is curled around the base of your neck, not pressing yet, although the threat lies heavy.

you swallow.

“wanna finish that?” his lips are against your ear now, his voice a low whisper. you shake your head in response, afraid of what you’ll say if you open your mouth.

“i thought not.” renjun spits out, letting go of your neck before stepping back. he runs a hand through his hair as he turns away from you, visibly exasperated.

“jun...” you start, trailing off quickly. you’re not quite sure what to say. for the first time since your arrangement started, the idea that renjun could feel something - anything - past the need to fuck you starts to take shape in the burrows of your mind.

“it feels like i’m suffocating,” he finally utters, voice small when he does.

“what?” you move cautiously to stand beside him, even going so far as to rest a hand gentle on top of his shoulder.

“you’re right,” he says, one hand coming to rest on your waist. “i don’t want anyone else seeing your body. i don’t want anyone else kissing you, and i don’t want you dyeing anyone else’s hair. i don’t - i don’t want us to just be fuckbuddies.”

you allow him to pull you into him, reciprocating his hold. the two of you wallow in his words for a moment before you finally speak.

“maybe we need to sit down and have a real, actual conversation for once, yeah?”

he pulls away to look into your eyes, and you’re surprised at the sudden gentleness in his gaze as he nods in agreement.

“yeah.”

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dearophelia · 7 years

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and the moon is the only light we’ll see (victoria/jaal)

After “Flesh and Blood,” there are some injuries to attend to. Not all of them are physical.

(Or, the one where Victoria patches up Jaal and they have A Moment)

Victoria/Jaal, with mentions of Victoria/Liam/Jaal. Spoilers for Jaal’s loyalty mission. ~1000 words. Also on AO3

After Jaal has said goodbye to his family, Ryder gently steers him to an out of-the-way corner in Pelaav’s upper level. “Sit,” she says quietly, gesturing to a chair. She sets her medical bag on the table beside the window, and turns to open it.

Jaal catches her hand and gently tugs, turning her back around. “Ryder,” he says.

She smiles at him, a tiny little smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes. “I need to,” she gestures to his cheek, blinks rapidly, and swallows. She gives his hand a squeeze and pulls away. “Sit down,” she says, and gives his shoulder a little push, directing him into the chair.

Ryder is the smallest person he’s ever met. A buck twenty, soaking wet, Liam said one afternoon, while they watched her square her shoulders, tilt her chin, and stare down Addison. It took Jaal another two weeks to understand the phrase, during which he witnessed Ryder clear and secure a room full of kett on her own while he and Liam were still trying to find the door, make decisions for hundreds of thousands of people - decisions whose implications he can’t even fathom - but, most frequently, he witnessed her struggle to climb into the Nomad unassisted.

But for how short she is, and for how easily he can lift her, she never looks small, not even when she’s climbing onto the galley counter to reach the top cabinet shelf and the peanut butter Vetra promised her was there.

Except now. Ryder’s armor broadens her shoulders, widens her hips, and adds fifty pounds to her frame, but at this moment, as she turns her back to him and searches her bag for a bandage, she looks tiny.

“Victoria,” he says low and quiet, barely above a whisper. On the landing pad, she’d told him that she was worried. He’s beginning to learn that she is a master of the understatement.

Her hands still and she looks up out the window at the drizzling rain. “I trust you,” she says, “and I will always follow your lead when it comes to your family.” She licks her dry lips and swallows. “But please don’t ask me to do that again.”

Ryder slowly turns back to him, bandage and ointment in hand. “Don’t ask me to stand still while some crazy fanatic points a gun at your head. Because I will shoot him.”

If Liam were here, he’d say something to lighten the air, perhaps no chance of that, we’re full up on crazy fanatics. But Liam is on the Tempest healing from a sprained ankle, and so it’s only the two of them. And, for perhaps the first time since he’s known her, Jaal doesn’t know what to say.

Thunder rumbles in the distance. The workers outside begin to scramble, rushing to finish unloading a new supply shipment before the storm hits.

Ryder sets her supplies on the stool beside her, and holds his gaze. Her eyes glisten in the dim lighting, her jaw clenches, and she fidgets, fighting to stand still. Even through her heavy armor chestplate, he can see that she’s struggling to keep her breath steady and even. Jaal wonders at everything she isn’t saying. Maybe one day she’ll say the words she’s holding back, and perhaps she won’t.

Wind blows through the open window, bringing raindrops and the smell of thunder. The wind catches her hair, and blows a stray lock, escaped from its ponytail, into her face. Ryder tucks it behind her ear. She exhales and nods, pressing her lips together. Gently, she hooks her finger under his chin and tilts his face up into the light.

He covers her other hand with his own.

“I’m actually fine,” she says. Lightning flashes, illuminating her soft features for the briefest of moments.

Jaal lifts his chin out of her touch so he can tilt his head, skeptical. He looks into her eyes, so brilliantly green, and guilt twinges at his heart. He is the one who stared down the barrel of Akksul’s pistol, but she watched him do it. “I’m so sorry, darling one. I did not anticipate frightening you tonight.”

At that, she smiles wide. “I’d be a little concerned if you had.” She leans in and presses a light kiss on his forehead before moving his head back into position. “And you didn’t die, so you passed the very low standards we set on this ship.”

He frowns. “That is a…grim expectation.”

“But an important one.” She gently holds his jaw and tilts his head one way, and then the other, examining the bullet wound. “I can use a dermal regenerator to heal this completely, or just clean it up and let it scar. Your choice.”

Jaal thinks carefully before he answers. “Let it scar. A reminder of the trust you put in me, perhaps.”

“I was gonna go with a reminder not to do that again, because it scares the crap out of your girlfriend.” She grins, and it’s just a little too wide to be genuine. “But trust works.”

And there are the words she didn’t say earlier. She’s tried to veil them with humor, but her voice trembled just slightly on scares. He cups her cheek and slides his fingers to lightly curl around the back of her neck.

Her breath trembles. “Do not do that again,” she pleads with a quiet, shaky voice.

Jaal draws her closer and presses his forehead against hers. “I won’t,” he promises, and not only because Akksul has been dealt with and - like Liam would say - they’re full up on crazy fanatics. She’s asked him not to, and that’s reason enough.

Ryder pulls away, just enough to kiss him. Her fingers linger on his skin, trailing down his jaw as she gently sucks on his lower lip. Rain pounds on the metal roof and he slides his arm around her waist, pulling her in. She bumps into his knee and, laughing quietly, breaks the kiss before she loses her balance.

“Let’s get your face cleaned up,” she says, giving him one last kiss. “It’s gonna be an awesome scar.”

#jaal ama darav #rydaal #jaal x ryder #ryder x jaal #victoria ryder: don't threaten me with a good time #torific #ot3:the most stable shape #s:words #s:mea #s:2017

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