#and she thought she’d be okay being alone and discovered she’s not

[roronoaswifey]

𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘.

summary. luffy has an interesting way to show you the pirate empress meant nothing to him, despite your clear annoyance.

pairing. monkey d. luffy x f!reader

warnings/tags. unprotected sex, kinda drunk sex?? (not encouraging), penetration, oral (f), cunningulus, dry humping, overstimulation, past luffy and boa, kinda past grooming?? (again, not encouraging), spit as lube, handjobs, reader is kinda insecure but hides it behind a foul mouth, bestfriend-ish!zoro and he’s kinda a dumbass

wc. 5.7k

kazu’s note. no, i am not a luffy x boa shipper. leave me alone

you weren’t jealous. you couldn’t be. you had no right to be.

it’d been two years since you all last saw each other. you’ve all grown and matured into adults. maturity involved newly developed feelings— such as sexual needs. so it’s to no surprise that he of all people would also discover his libido and want to blow off that steam.

he did, after all, stay on an all-female island for years. naturally, that’d be any male’s ultimate fantasy. the women there must’ve been curious and excited for a young and fresh male to have arrived after so many years of being deprive of men.

and to top it all of, the ruler of that island was madly in love with him. it’s to no surprise she’d offer to be the outlet to his urges, and it’s no bigger surprise that he’d foolishly agree.

of course, of all fucking people, he had slept with the prettiest woman alive, boa hancock.

the very simple thought of boa getting to see luffy at his most vulnerable state, naked and willing, had you clutching at the gun in your hands tighter.

“fucking hell—” you cussed, switching the safety clip and pulling the trigger one, two, three times. the bullet landed neatly in the centre of the dart board, smoke following the release of the bullets.

luffy fucked her. luffy fucked her, not you. she had the pleasure of undressing him, had her lips on his, greedy hands all over his body, his dick plunged deep in her—

“godfuckingdamnit!” you groaned, pulling the trigger and hitting the same dartboard through the hole multiple times. you couldn’t help the anger bubbling in your blood.

you had no reason to be jealous. you weren’t his girlfriend, he wasn’t your boyfriend. the furthest you’ve gone was drunkenly kiss on the top of the sunny head figure under the stars. you once cherished the memory but you weren’t so sure if it meant anything at all anymore.

you were so lost in blasting the wall to bits (and you knew franky would have your head on a platter for the destruction) to notice the new and unwanted presence in the room.

“uh…” the swordsman trailed off, eyes shifting from you to your target, and back to you. he seemed almost regretful wanting to check up on the disruption.

you snapped your head to the side, annoyance clear on your expression as you scowled, “what?”

“you, um, good?” his question was ridiculous. everybody in the ship had their own methods to calm themselves down— sanji with his cigarettes, nami with isolation and zoro, himself, with training in the crow nest. your thing was to shoot walls, apparently.

you looked away from him, rolling your eyes and focusing back on your target ahead of you, “yeah.”

“okay…” he squinted his eyes in confusion, but chose not to press further. he knew better than to bother you when you were clearly not good, as last time it resulted with a bullet almost piercing through his skull.

he took a step back, ready to leave when you cut him off with a stiff, “wait.” he froze in spot, mentally cursing himself for even having bothered to show up. he did not want to deal with your mood swings.

“what is it?” he asked, much to his dismay.

“do you find boa pretty, zoro?” you squinted an eye, narrowing your field of vision as you pointed your glock once more forward. this time, however, you aimed at the dartboard pinned right above the previous one.

“uh…” he trailed off, brain trying to process the catch behind your question. as your best friend, he knew you’d most likely lash out at him for answering incorrectly and he really didn’t want to piss you off with a weapon at your disposal. “no?”

“are you gay or something?” you mumbled, digging into your pockets and reloading your clips.

“hah? all i said was no, how the hell did you—”

“who wouldn’t find the world’s prettiest woman alive pretty?” you sighed, your patience already running thin. you could tell he was lying to you, and wanted to please you with an answer that would free him away from you as soon as possible.

you quickly corrected yourself, “unless of course, you don’t swing that way.”

“i just said i’m not— fuck, okay, yeah she isn’t so bad on the eyes. there, happy?” he rolled his eye, hoping he’d be released now.

no, you were nowhere near happy.

“tch, of course you do,” you grumbled, gripping on the gun in your hands and proceeded to shoot at the dartboard once more. “of course you do, fucking dipshit.”

zoro gawked at the accusation, stunned at your sudden mood swing, “what— woman, you asked me a question?!”

“just go away before i blast your skull in,” you rolled your eyes, knowing you wouldn’t actually. you hoped it was enough to scare the boy, though.

“fucking gladly,” he left without hesitation. you sighed once the door closed, dropping the gun to the floor.

it wasn’t getting fun blowing the wall anymore. it wouldn’t change the fact that luffy had his hands all over her. it wouldn’t change the fact that no matter what, his virginity was lost to the pirate empress.

you’ve never had a problem with boa, and to some extent, you still don’t. although you’ve heard bad reviews on her attitude, it never really affected you in anyway since she was no important aspect in your life.

presumably it wasn’t her fault that luffy decided to sleep with her. and it wasn’t luffy’s fault either he wanted to sleep with her. you were simply insecure, and the idea that the only man that’s ever made you feel warmth in your chest and hasn’t taken advantage of you was busy pleasuring other women.

you crouched down, squatting as you placed your head in your hands, elbows resting at your knee caps. you needed to get a grip. you were overreacting, and the more the thoughts consumed you, the angrier you’d get.

his moans. his breaths. his whines. she got to hear all of it, she got to keep it a memory, gets to replay the memory over and over as she pleases.

did he… love her?

your fingers slipped onto your scalps as you tugged hard onto your hair, “fucking hell!”

•••

he was getting touchy again. the damn bastard.

you once loved his touchiness whenever he’d unintentionally get drunk. he’d always cling to you, arms around your waist, offering to dance, slipping a few kisses on your neck and always gave giggly laughs.

you loved having all of his attention, even if half the time you wouldn’t remember it all the next morning.

except now, you were in no mood to deal with it. you were tipsy enough as it was, and instead of being the usual, happy drunk you were, you were currently in a grumpy state, your hazy thoughts fucking with your mind as all you could remember was luffy having sex.

“y/n!” your captain whined, tugging onto your free arm as you chugged down the rest of your sake with the other. “let’s dance— wanna dance with you!”

“leave me alone, lu.” you were being childish, you knew. but in a sober state, you probably would’ve reacted differently. all self control you once had was immediately thrown away and you now would react simply as your mind wanted you to.

the strawhats seemingly noticed your odd behaviour, but chose to speak against it. you were clearly in a mood, and they wisely knew better than to provoke it.

zoro continued to drink his sake, nami and usopp pretended to engage in a conversation though clearly eavesdropping, sanji taking inhales of his cigs, chopper grinding on some herbs innocently, robin flipping pages through her book while sipping her wine, franky throwing random lyrics to brook’s out of tune violin melody.

“whyyy?” he complained further, now slipping an arm around your waist, pulling you closer in his embrace. a pout fell on his lips, “we always dance together…”

“not in the mood, ask somebody else,” you deadpanned. the disappointment and hurt in his eyes made you feel shitty. you felt bad, but the powerful emotion that was jealousy quickly washed it away.

“no, y/n, i want you and only you, always!” luffy was stubborn, and had now switched the hurt look to a determined one. he was frowning, lip twitching in anticipation, daring you to oppose him.

the strawhats simultaneous paused their actions, all throwing a glance at you both, curiosity eating them alive. luffy was always known for being expressive, but did he understand the depth of his words?

you only scoffed, and regretted the words as soon as they left your mouth, “is that why you went and fucked miss pirate empress?”

zoro spat out his drink. both nami and usopp gagged in shock. sanji inhaled too sharply and choked. chopper halted his movements. robin stopped midway through flipping her page. brook hit an ear-scratching tune and franky stumbled on his legs.

luffy only blinked at you. it seemed he was out of words, for once. good, you rolled your eyes, gulping down the rest of your booze and slamming the cup on the dining table.

“y/n, i—”

“i’m going to bed. night, guys,” you waved off into complete silence, dragging your seat behind you and standing up. luffy’s limp arms left your body, and you suddenly found yourself wishing they were around you a little longer.

whatever. your mind was buzzing and you felt lighter than usual. you probably shouldn’t have drank that much and quickly in such a short time.

slipping out of the kitchen, you sighed deeply, suddenly feeling a rush of blood flowing through your head. you leaned against the wall momentarily, attempting to catch yourself, before the door swung open and revealed none other than the one person you weren’t in the mood to see.

you visibly scowled, “no,” you lifted yourself off of the wall, ready to walk in the opposite direction— anywhere away from this conversation. it’s too bad his abilities interrupted your attempts, arm stretching to grab ahold of your wrist and holding you in place.

“y/n, what did you mean back there?” his eyes zeroed in on you, his usual childish glint now replaced with an unusual seriousness.

“exactly what i said, now let go.” you rolled your eyes, attempting to pry his grip off of you. your efforts were deemed fruitless, as it did nothing to remove him. you only kissed your teeth in agitation.

“leave me alone, luffy!”

“why’d you bring hancock into this?” he ignored your complaints, posing questions of his own. his grip slightly tightened, eyes slightly narrowing, “answer me, y/n.”

you didn’t want to. if you did, you fear you’d spill everything and make matters worse. you weren’t ready to confess to him just yet how terribly annoyed and jealous you felt at the thought of him sleeping with her. it was such a childish feeling, and as much as you hated it, you seriously couldn’t help but feel it.

“none of your damn business,” luffy might be stubborn, but so were you. you glared start him with as much intensity as he gave back, not letting up your front. “now fuck off, would ya?”

“you’re jealous.” the rubber boy simply stated. not even a question, no shred of doubt in his conclusion. he just up and did it, verbally accused you of a feeling you’d fought to hold back for weeks.

opting to result to your only defence mechanism and lie, your left eyebrow twitched in annoyance, “how conceited of you, captain.” you didn’t miss the way his body jerked at the title, though you were confused as to why.

he stared at you with an unreadable expression, dark obsidians scanning your face whole. you almost felt like cowering at the glare, though you held your ground. you were not gonna let him win.

after a few minutes of uncomfortable silence, luffy finally spoke with clarity, “come with me, i got something to show you.”

your brows pinched in confusion, ready to object against his decision before warm hands were placed on your bare waist, pulling you off your feet and throwing you over his shoulder. it was all too quick, and your vision blurred slightly from the sudden switch of positions.

“wait— luffy! fucking let me go!” you complained using your arms to pry yourself off of him.

the raven haired pirate ignored you, proceeding to drag you around with ease. you hated how weak you felt, though deep down you couldn’t suppress the tingle of excitement sitting in your gut. you weren’t exactly sure what his plans were with you, but you were hoping it’d lead to him destroying your insides.

sooner or later, you ended up on the guest room’s bed, no thanks to luffy’s manhandling. you were ready to pull yourself up and cuss your captain out, until you found your hands pinned at the top of your head and a frowning luffy inches away from your face.

your eyes widened, in surprise at the sudden closeness. his wide eyes eyed you with so much intensity, you weren’t sure what the boy had going on in the back of his mind. your throat suddenly clogged, mouth dry as the words died at the back of your tongue.

you felt so open. legs spread with the boy placed between them, arms locked in therefore unable to do anything but submit to whatever luffy wanted from you. his breath fanned over your lips, and you were suddenly painfully aware of the warmth radiating from his pink lips.

you wanted to kiss him again, you gulped.

“she doesn’t mean anything to me.” he spoke the words with such clarity, no space for insincerity anywhere. luffy was no liar, he might’ve been the most honest man you knew, and for that sole reason you didn’t realize how desperate you were to hear that.

“what tells you i give a fuck?” you tried barking back, hating how he could read you so well. your face twisted into a frown when all he did was stare deep your eyes, subconsciously pressing himself deeper into you.

your pupils blown wide, your heartbeat raced quickly and butterflies roamed wildly in your stomach at the hard-on pressing against your heat. your teeth tugged at your bottom lip harshly, doing the best in your abilities to hold back to moan that threatened to release.

“do you feel that?” he mumbled lowly, leaning further into your space, this time adding more pressure into his thrust. you jerked up from the impact, and a whine unwillingly left your lips. he tightened his hold on your hands.

luffy gave you a feral grin, hips now profoundly bumping into yours, rubbing into your pelvic area, “it’s always been you, silly, don’t you know this?”

“not when you’re going around and fucking other girls,” you spat through gritted teeth, the slightest twinge of jealousy still lingering in your blood.

what should’ve annoyed luffy only made him chuckle darkly, releasing a hand from yours and lowering it down to your thigh. he picked it up, throwing it over his hips, the switch of position now deepening his humps. he continued to rub himself into you, eyes focused on the way you so desperately tried to hold yourself back.

“she doesn’t mean anything to me,” he repeated himself once more, tongue darting out of his parted lips and moistening them. a smirk returned to his mouth when a particular thrust against your clothed clit made you moan. “nothing, y/n.”

heat licked at your spine, stomach churning and yearning for more. the grip on your thigh was sickening— he purposely shifted your hips to angle you at a position that would drive you insane. his bulge repeatedly toyed at your clothed clit, and your mind fell to mush.

“say it, y/n,” he leaned closer, mouth now pressed on yours. you inhaled his breath, and it left your head dizzy. he worded his next sentence onto your glossed lips, “say it.”

what did he want you to say exactly? there were so many possibilities and to a majority of them, you’d rather bite your own tongue off than comply. did he want you to admit you had feelings for him? did he want you to beg him to fuck you? did he want you truly speak your mind?

it seems his patience was running thin, as a sudden hard bite to your lower lip pulled you out of your trance. the pain of his teeth plunging into your flesh turned you on more than you’d like to admit.

“don’t make me repeat myself.” he spoke darkly, only releasing your lip at the end of his command. he had an expectant look on his face, his eyes glossed with a look you’d never seen before.

you inhaled sharply, taking your best shot. you had tossed every shred of dignity and pride left in you, and since he probably wanted to hear, “fuck me, luffy.”

to your shock, your captain smiled at you. you frowned, confused at his sudden switch of moods, nearly blinded by the pearly whites he flashed, “not what i wanted to hear, though i was planning to already.”

you felt your face heat up in utter embarrassment. stupid bastard, what else did he want you to say? and what the hell did he mean he was planning to already? you weren’t opposing to the idea, but the nerve he had—

“fuck off, lu,” you rolled your eyes, shifting your gaze away from the man above you, too painfully humiliated to actually face him.

though, your actions were yet again fruitless as the hand that held your thigh now cupped your jaw, index finger beneath your chin and forced you to keep your eyes on him. his smile was replaced by his previous serious one, bug eyes staring deep into you.

“try again, y/n,” and before you could complain, for what felt like the nth time tonight, your words were cut off before given an opportunity to speak.

luffy pressed a deep kiss into your mouth, eyelids falling shut momentarily, inhaling your taste. you eagerly kissed him back, your free hand moving straight to his hair, tugging at the wild locks. he hummed appreciatively, nipping and nibbling at the plushness of your lips.

you’d only began engaging into the kiss, soft lips rubbing on yours so intoxicatingly, that you uncharacteristically whined when the boy pulled away.

he panted heavily, a cocky smile etched on his face. he was starting to piss you off now with his teasing, and his damned, “try again.”

“god— fine, fuck!” you complained, and gave it another try. you huffed, still in disbelief at the idea of it but decided to go with it anyway. “she doesn’t mean anything…to you.”

“well there we go,” he nuzzled his nose into yours, and you felt your chest flutter with warmth at the endearing action. “wasn’t so hard, was it?”

“you gonna fuck me or not?” your patience was at its limit. you wanted him and quickly, and wiggled your hips into his warningly, “or do i need to finish this off myself?

“no need, i’m here for ya!” he pulled himself up and flashed his signature smile, followed by his paired laugh. you wondered where he was going off to, but your question was soon enough answered by the harsh tug on your shorts, now discarded elsewhere onto the floor. you simultaneously removed your top.

he crawled onto his stomach, forcefully spreading your legs and now revealing your soaked panties. your bit your lip, eyes casted elsewhere as you tried your best to push your embarrassment aside. you were horny, and if the damp spot on your panties didn’t say otherwise, you don’t know what else could’ve given it away.

“all this for me?” he mumbled, stuck in a trance, and you weren’t even sure if he was speaking to you or himself.

still, it was embarrassing so with an attempt to close your thighs together that luffy stopped with ease, you kissed your teeth, “stop staring and do something already!”

“you smell so good,” he dragged an index finger up and down your clothed pussy, revelling in the way you threw your head back and whined so prettily. he couldn’t wait to wreck you.

“more, luffy…” you breathed out, and before you could beg some more, the boy tugged off your panties off, discarding them once more somewhere on the floor, and dove deep into your legs.

a loud moan was ripped out of your chest, hands gripping the sheets tightly as your captain made a mess of you.

legs hiked over his broad shoulders, his fingers gripped your plushy thighs, his tongue working wonders. he dragged the muscle up and down, left and right, rotating in circles and occasionally pushing past your walls and into you. the tip of his nose bumped against your clit so precisely, that the added stimulation had you slap a hand over your mouth to muffle your moans.

luffy moaned shamelessly into your cunt, sloppily feasting on you as if it were his last meal. the vibrations of his voice sent pleasant shivers all across your limbs. your thighs began dripping with a mixture of your slick and his saliva, the result clear and smudged all over his mouth.

when luffy released your lips with a pop, you were forced to look down at the loss of attention on your aching pussy. though while looking down, you were met with an unimpressed frown.

“remove your hand, i wanna hear you.” he spoke sternly.

“but everyone’s still up—hnng, fuck!” a broken moan cut off your words, eyes rolling to the back of your head. pleasure buzzed all throughout your body at the spank luffy delivered onto your wet cunt, hips jerking upwards involuntarily.

“i said, remove your hand.” he warned you and wasted no time to dive back into your pussy. you decided to comply to his order, instead opting to hold back as much as you can on your moans.

it’s too bad he decided to switch the rhythm and plunge two fingers deep into your soppy cunt, lips now wrapped over your clit, sucking on it like candy.

“oh yes, fuck, yes luffy!” all hopes of remaining quiet gone. luffy fucked into you relentlessly. fingers precise, he curled, jackhammered, scissored your walls just right with the added stimulation of his tongue lapping over your clit with kitten licks.

your hands flew onto his scalp, tugging at the raven locks tightly, causing the boy below to moan shamelessly into you.

your body felt liquified as his fingering soon brought you to what you knew would be an orgasm. your toes curled, thighs squeezing around his head, nearly suffocating him though he didn’t mind.

“lu—luffy, oh god, ‘m so close, please!” you pleaded, desperate for the overpowering feeling of the tightening in your gut to release. you wanted to cum so badly, and because your captain was such a nice one, he switched the angle of his fingers, directly hitting your sweet spot, sending you over the edge.

“yesyesyes— fuck!” you squealed, legs shaking as he fucked you through your orgasm. back arching, you pushed him deeper into your cunt as you sprayed him with squirt, heels digging into his shoulder blades.

luffy greedily accepted everything you gave him, slurping on your fluids and moaning at the sweet taste of you. his tongue lapped at your juices, fingers never ceasing their movements, making sure you’d enjoy your orgasm the longest you could.

your vision blurred for a moment, eyes rolled back as your mind consumed the overwhelming pleasure of your orgasm. you’d never cum this— much less ever squirted, and the way luffy licked you clean even after your mess soon had you whining from the painful pleasure.

“too much, lu!” you complained, fingers most likely painfully pulling at his hair. the pleasure was getting too overbearing, and you’d freshly came and weren’t sure if you could take another right away.

“c’mon y/n, gimme another one,” he popped your clit out of his mouth, though his fingers never let up. he smirked at your trembling figure, his thumb now rubbing harshly over where his lips were once placed. “i know you can.”

you weren’t sure you could, but you didn’t want to disappoint him. the constant thrusts of his fingers at your sweet spot, the attention focused on your clit, your recent orgasm still lingering, the damn smirk he gave you— you soon felt the familiar pressure in your gut building.

“i—i’m, gonna, hnng, cummin’!” your words were slurred, not even certain if they were making sense, too focused on the way luffy stretched his fingers even further into your, fingertips dancing at your cervix.

“attagirl,” luffy grinned, reattaching his lips at your clit, eagerly awaiting for your juices.

his tongue moved at an unforgiving pace, vibrating rapidly while simultaneously hitting you dead-on deep in your cervix, and you swore you blacked out when you yet again emptied yourself onto him.

a much louder, wantonly moan ripped at your throat, tears staining your cheeks and drool pooling at the corner of your mouth. this time around, your entire body trembled in overstimulation, welcoming another orgasm, splurts of squirt decorating luffy’s swollen lips.

“mhm,” his pink tongue licked long stripes of your juices, licking you clean. you were too far gone to care about the prideful smirk on his face, attempting to ground yourself from this mind-blowing orgasm.

a few minutes later, you slowly managed to bring yourself back from your high, body melting into the mattress. you had no strength to pull yourself up and see what your captain was up to. though as soon as your vision focused, you were face to face with a boastful luffy.

hovering you once more, his hand rested at your jaw gently, thumb thumbing at your lip, loosely pulling your chin downward and parting your lips. you had no time to question his actions, your thoughts answered as he shoved his tongue deep into your mouth, licking into the roof of your cave.

you let your eyes fall shut, still too weak to properly kiss him back. he kissed you sloppily, tongue sloshing with yours eagerly, forcing your taste back onto your tastebuds. he tilted his head to the side, deepening the kiss, his tongue assuring to taste every inch of your mouth.

you were running short on breath, but you found yourself not minding if you went out like this. and so, a weak hand clutched onto his top, attempting to match his pace.

“gonna fuck you now,” he pulled away slightly, a string of both your salivas connecting at the tip of your tongues. “okay?”

you nodded wordlessly, arms wrapping around his neck as further approval. he grinned, tongue lapping at the trail of saliva that drooled down your chin, before placing a soft kiss at your reddened lips.

in swift movements, his pants and briefs were off, dick lubricated with his spit and precum, as he pumped his already hardened shaft a few times. you watched through lidded eyes his face contorted into a look of relief, a soft sigh escaping his lips. you wanted to give him that reaction.

and so, you lowered your own hand, grazing past your soaping pussy to gather a significant amount of slick left. shivering at the sensitivity, you leaned your hand closer to his own shaft and pumped his dick alongside with him, and nothing would prepare you for the whine he let out.

“mmh, fuck y/n, feels’good” he panted, bottom lip tugged behind a row of teeth. you tugged and tugged, rotating your wrists in circular motions, and eventually the boy let go of his own cock in favour of your hands. whenever you made it to his throbbing tip, your thumb would pay extra attention at his slit, attempting to multitask the same way he’d done prior to you.

“n-no more,” he groaned, hand firmly placed over yours and ripping it off. you frowned in discontent as the raven haired breathed hard, catching his breath.

his cheeks were flushed red, neck also tainted as he offered you a sheepish grin, “wanna cum inside your pussy. can i, y/n?” he leaned forward, pinning his hands at the side of your head for support.

you breathed out, “‘course you can, captain.” the title rolled of your tongue so naturally, you almost missed the feral glint in his eye. truly, you should’ve expected he’d react the way he did, but it still caught you entirely off guard.

one minute you’re laid down on your back, the next, your knees are folded at the side of your head, hips lifted off of the mattress, and luffy ruthlessly pounding into you.

you were already well spent from your two previous orgasms, but his fingers didn’t do his cock justice. he stretched you out so well, the tip of his cock slipping with ease into your cunt, the base of his shaft meeting your lips before quickly pulling out and reentering.

luffy was fucking you brutally. his hips were relentless— he rutted into you like it was the last thing he could do, the angle of his cock repeatedly hitting your clenching walls. he left you no time to breathe, thrusting into you so hard that your body bounced off his cock and into the headboard.

if it wasn’t for the way squeezed your eyes shut at the blissful sensation, you’d see the way your captain watched you with such want—such need that could only be expressed through his actions.

the point of contact of your bodies left sinful noises of squelches, slaps and the headboard banging on the wall. your moans overlapped one another, your voice far too broken to be heard as much as luffy’s whiny moans and praises,

“fuck, oh fuck y/n, you feel s’good!” he cried out at your gummy walls sucking him in. your cunt gripped greedily at his cock, wanting all he could give you. “pretty fucking pussy— gonna fuck you like this all the time, yeah?”

“yes, please captain!” you egged him on further, and when he released the beastly like growl, you knew you were done for. still, you were ready for whatever he had to throw at you, “harder, captain!”

and if he wasn’t fucking your brains out then, he surely was now.

a switch of angles was all it took for both him and you to feel your orgasms closing in. sweaty chests pressed against one another, your arms lazily wrapped around his neck, you sobbed and cried as you were yet again feeling the want to cum.

his stamina was insane. how he kept such a quick and hard pace and never lost tempo was beyond words. where had he learned all of this? who had taught him all of this?

you were met with a quick flash of annoyance at the thought of your previous emotions of jealousy, though it all ended the second luffy’s lips messily found yours. you were engulfed by the flavour of both him and you, the warmth of his lips and the taste of him taking over any prior thought you had.

“cummin— fuck, wanna cum inside you so bad!” luffy begged through your kiss, stealing your breath away. hips still jackhammering into your puffy pussy, he continued, “please lemme cum inside!”

“give it all t’me, lu!” you moaned, fingernails clawing at his skin. your own back arched, feeling the third orgasm of the night rolling out of you, a silent scream following your spasm. the force of clenching down on him midst orgasm drove him to his own, moaning like a pornstar into your mouth, loads of semen painting your insides white.

you both rode your orgasms out, his hips now stuttering while unintentionally overstimulating himself. you couldn’t take anymore, and so you whined and begged him to stop, and eventually came down to a halt.

the sex-scented air blended in with your pants, the both of you catching your breaths. there was a lot to unpack and you had no energy nor time to care as of the moment. you were fucked out, face a mess, body still trembling, and wanted nothing more than to fall asleep.

reluctant on staying inside you, luffy laid himself flat on your chest, nuzzling in the crevice of your breast. you brought a hand to lazily scrape at his scalp, the boy humming in content at the petting. you had finally slept with luffy, and damn were you impressed. it almost made you forget what led up to this situation— key word: almost.

as if he could read your mind, “i never actually fucked her, y’know.”

you did not know.

blinking, your hands paused their movements, ignoring the way he whined in protest. you leaned your head forward while frowning, wanting to meet his gaze and demand answers.

“the fuck? what do you mean?”

“what do you mean ‘what do i mean’?”

“luffy,” you deadpanned. “zoro literally told everyone you had sex with boa hancock during our two year interval.”

“zoro’s a dumbass,” luffy giggled, fingers absentmindedly tracing your soft skin. “while we did give each other head, i never actually fucked her. i was waiting for you.”

you gasped in surprise at his revelation. he was waiting on you? so that meant that these past weeks you’d been mourning at the idea of them potentially sleeping together pointlessly?

wait—

“i took your virginity?” you voiced out loud, still in complete shock. what the actual fuck.

“yup,” he shrugged, as if it weren’t a huge deal. he yawned tiredly, before flashing a smile, “felt really good. ‘m glad it was you.“

you felt stupid butterflies stomping in your stomach at his honesty. as much as you tried to suppress it, a smile overtook what was meant to be a scowl on your face.

“yeah, luffy, me too.” 

ok but she still saw ur dick buddy 🙄

#roronoaswifey.exe #kazuha’s works 📂 #luffy smut #monkey d. luffy #luffy x reader #luffy x y/n #one piece smut #one piece #one piece men #one piece fanfiction #smut #x reader

[sapphicseasapphire]

Thoughts to ponder.

Tears of the Kingdom spoilers (and lots of rambles) under the cut

When I started the Chain as Cryptids au, I didn’t really think I’d be able to work Tears of the Kingdom in, seeing how much I had changed Wild’s story. He’s a spirit with no memory of the Hylian he once was. He’s a force to be reckoned with but can be easily spooked- much like a wild animal. He avoids Flora like the plague since she’s his connection to the life he used to have. The life that isn’t his anymore.

But then… I had an idea. Flora would be desperate to find her Link again after discovering that he’s still alive (or… not really alive. Not quite a Poe but not quite a Hylian either). Regardless, after the events of Breath of the Wild, she’d start a search party and scour every corner of Hyrule to find him.

She never would. When spirits don’t want to be seen, they aren’t. But… this whole time, I imagined that Korok Forest acted as a sort of home base for Wild. Wild cannot speak verbally but can communicate telepathically with other spirits and spiritual beings. The Koroks and Blupees would be like siblings to him, the Deku Tree being like a parental figure since he basically started life over when he died. (Two Links raised by the Great Deku Tree. He and Time can bond over that later).

ANYWAY. Wild used the Master Sword for about half of the events of Breath of the Wild. But when it would need to recharge, he’d place it back in the pedestal in Korok Forest where it could become stronger under the watchful gaze of the Great Deku Tree. Then he’d be off, never staying in one place for too long, wandering the sandy shores of Necluda or the lava banks of Eldin.

This pattern would stay in place for years after the defeat of Calamity Ganon: Wild stopping at Korok Forest to reunite with his family and let the Master Sword heal and then disappearing into the wilds once more. And over the years, Flora’s search party would shrink until it was just her scouring the continent for her missing knight. Okay, yeah, maybe she’s a little desperate, but she can’t bear the thought of him alone out there. Not when he died because of her. Not when he’s all she has left.

And… when the Master Sword is recharging, that’s when Flora would finally take her search to Korok Forest. She finds the sacred blade but her knight is nowhere to be seen. The Deku Tree allows her to take it, urging her onward, warning her that eventually, she’ll have to use it. She heeds his wisdom, pulling the sword from her resting place and securing it on her back. Then she begins her search anew.

She doesn’t find him.

She trains with the Master Sword while she travels Hyrule. She starts to rebuild. She gets to know her people. And from the cover of countless trees and stone, a certain spirit watches her and his sword.

During her travels, Flora encounters a strange red-black mist that makes her people ill. They call it ‘gloom.’ And, what’s worse, it seems to pour out from under Hyrule Castle. The castle has laid untouched for years now, ever since the Calamity was sealed away and she set out on her search. But now, it would seem that she’s needed once more at the site of her greatest battle. The subject of her nightmares. The place where she los the last piece of her home.

Without her knight at her side, she makes her way to the forgotten foundation of her old life. She’s alone when she travels through the caverns, alone when she follows the melancholy most past murals and carvings that she itches to explore. Flora is alone when the Master Sword glows in warning. Alone when she battles monsters waiting for her in the depths.

The princess is all alone when she discovers a mysterious mummy being held in place by a single glowing arm. She watches as the appendage falls away, a stone falling to the rocky ground with an unassuming click. As she reaches to pick it up, the corpse reanimates. It stands tall, more alert and aware than any Gibdo she’s seen on her journey, and fixes her with a stare that she’d crumble under. She drops her torch and draws the Master Sword, holding the unfamiliar yet warm stone to her chest, and the mummy laughs at her.

It knows her name.

And it attacks.

Flora is alone when the gloom ravages her arm. She’s alone when the Master Sword is the first to crumble under that pressure. She’s alone when the very ground beneath her gives in to that same pressure.

She’s alone when she falls, pain lacing through her arm and golden light enveloping her.

But Flora is not alone when she wakes.

For the purposes of this au, Flora’s time in the past is going to be very similar to canon. She still meets Rauru and Sonia. Still meets Mineru and the Sages and Ganondorf. She still trains to control her secret stone. However, Rauru fixes her arm almost as soon as she arrives in this strange world. He doesn’t give her his, not like he does for Link in TOTK, since he needs it to seal Ganondorf away. But he and Mineru work together to combine construct parts and their own light and spirit magic to make her new muscles and machinery to aid in moving her own ruined arm.

The Imprisoning War is the same.

Sonia dies. Rauru sacrifices himself. And she still has no idea how to get home. How to heal the Master Sword and destroy Ganondorf in her own time. She still speaks with Mineru… and she comes to the same conclusion that she did in canon. This time, though, she’s taking much more of a risk. She can survive the centuries as a dragon, she can heal the sword. But she can’t be sure that her Link will be there to take it and finish things. She hasn’t even seen him in years.

… she doesn’t have a choice.

From Wild’s perspective, it happened in moments. He blinked and suddenly there were islands floating in his skies. Hyrule Castle floats ominously, red plumes of gloom branching out from underneath. Massive sinkholes give way to more of the poison, seeming to drop forever. His forests are ravaged once again, the climate in corners of the continent changing drastically.

And the princess he’d been following is gone.

While trying to get a grasp of what changed so suddenly, he figures out a way up to the Sky Islands. And to his surprise, he discovers a new dragon.

Now, Wild is familiar with all of the dragons in Hyrule. Farosh, Naydra, and Dinraal are just on the threshold of Spirit and Mortal, but they definitely qualify as spiritual beings. Meaning that Wild can speak telepathically to them. Their thoughts are always muddy and jumbled up, so he never gets much out of conversing with them. But he can tell that they enjoy his presence. So he rides with them in the skies of Hyrule for hours at a time.

This new dragon is smaller than the three he knows and flies much higher. Its ears are shorter, hair golden, eyes stunning. Instead of six legs, this one only has five. A scarred stump at its front and a glowing object on- no in- its poor head. Wild makes his way over as fast as he can, desperate to learn more about the beast.

The new dragon’s thoughts are just as jumbled up as he’s used to but he’s caught off guard by how miserable it feels. No. She. How miserable she feels. Wild places a glowing hand on her snout and tries to calm her, but it’s no use. Her thoughts may be chaotic and disorganized, but he senses her distress. She wants- sword. Knight. Link Link Link. You must find me, you have to save them all!

Wild takes the Master Sword from where it was buried in the dragon’s golden mane and is nearly thrown off by her shock at the action. But when his sword is once again in his capable hands, he feels an overwhelming gratitude from the dragon. It’s gone as soon as it came, replaced again by misery. Dread. Grief.

During the events of Breath of the Wild, Wild did not fight to save Zelda. He did not fight to save Hyrule. He fought for the land. For his fellow spirits that were being destroyed by malice. For the forests that were burned down by guardians. For the water that was poisoned by monsters. He defeated Calamity Ganon for his family.

He fights Ganondorf for the same reason. Except… maybe this time, he’s extra motivated by that strange new dragon. She seemed… so sad…

THIS IS GETTING WAY TOO LONG. But suffice to say that after the events of Tears of the Kingdom, Flora does not 100% recover from being a dragon. She keeps her telepathic connection to Wild and her immortality. She keeps her horns and scales and SHE gets the Master Sword. She’s a Cryptid as well, and she’s closer to Wild than she ever was.

. . .

Uhhhhh that was super long I apologize. But rambling like this is so much easier than trying to be coherent and careful when I write. I might to it more often if you think it’s legible haha. Feel free to ask questions haha, I love any excuse to talk about my Cryptid boys and their relationships with people in their worlds.

Wild’s Origin!

#my art #fanart #the legend of zelda #chain as cryptids au #totk fanart #totk zelda #zelda tears of the kingdom #tears of the kindom spoilers #I feel so bad for her #totk??? more like I’m not okay #sapphire rambles way too long #and this is still a FRACTION of what I have written for Sky #CAC origins #half baked ideas #cryptid wild #cryptid Flora #links meet au

[daycourtofficial]

Falling in Love on the Fourth Floor (Part 2)

Summary: Out of an act of desperation, you move in with a guy you kind of know who happens to have a really hot brother who lives next door.

(Part 1) (Part 3)

Author’s note: idgaf Azzy is down baddy in this series it’s been 12 hours and he is gone baby

You waited until the next day to text Mor and Feyre, your friends chomping at the bit to know how you are, and you were expecting to sleep in quite a bit, when you discovered that Cassian likes to wake up early and sing. Loudly.

You texted your group chat entitled Hi, Barbie asking hey Mor why didn’t you tell me Cassian had a hot ass brother. You sent an immediate follow up message with the eye rolling emoji.

You didn’t bother locking your phone - Mor always responded incredibly quickly, because she knew if she put off responding she’d forget and never do it. You walk into your bathroom to brush your teeth as bubbles appear that indicate she’s typing.

Mor: 🤷🏼‍♀️ didn’t come up

Feyre: since when have you ever kept quiet about someone being hot

You: or the fact that they live next door

Mor: 🤷🏼‍♀️

You: not even a little heads up?

Mor: okay fine I thought the heads up might scare you away but they are really nice guys

You: I just wish I had known I’d be living with an Adonis who has two more Adonis brothers living next door

Your string of texts was interrupted by the door to your apartment opening and closing, some discussion in the living room, and a soft knock on your door.

“One minute,” you say, ignoring Feyre’s plea for photos of your neighbors. You get up, opening the door to find yourself face to face with Azriel’s chest. Your eyes slowly draw up his body to find him sheepishly looking at your Donald Duck pajama pants, a slight smile on his face.

“I’d ask if you’re ready but I’d assume you aren’t by your pajama pants.”

It comes back to you, having forgotten every moment of the conversation until you saw those hazel eyes that lure you in with their siren song. You would think the words he spoke would be ingrained in your memory, but what stuck to you was the feeling of his gaze on your skin, his undivided attention the previous night the most memorable part of the evening.

“I have to take the stupid rented truck back,” you sigh, taking a sip of your soda.

“When’s it due?” Cassian asks, his eyes not leaving the screen.

“11 tomorrow morning. Driving it was awful - the thing is massive. I almost got in three wrecks on the way here.”

Azriel, from his spot next to you, chimes in. “I could drive it back for you.”

You whip your head to him, surprised by the generosity of Cassian and his brothers. He’s looking at you, his eyes not straying from your own, a softness lingering in his gaze.

He continues, “I drove the truck when we moved in here, so I’ve done it before. Plus you do not want to experience Cassian driving anything, let alone a truck that size.”

Cassian rebukes, “I did not let Mor’s friend move in so you guys could all gang up on me!”

Rhys snorts, “yeah you did it because you wanted Mor to give you appreciation sex.”

Cassian doesn’t even try to look sheepish as he shrugs his shoulders, an attempt to downplay the truth at hand.

“Wait,” you say, attention diverting away from Azriel much to his annoyance. “Something I did got you laid. I deserve some kind of reward for unintentionally being a wingwoman.”

The conversation had continued, but you do recall that when Azriel left that night he had told you you’d see him today.

Your cheeks redden and you tell him, “just give me a minute,” as you close the door on him and quickly run around your room, brushing your teeth as you try to pull your shorts up over your legs. You quickly shoot off a text in your groupchat

Hottie no. 1 is driving my truck back

Before you can get a question back, you immediately follow up with

Azriel is hottie no. 1 btw

You find some more clothes, swiping on deodorant before you open the door back up and tell Azriel you’re ready. The two of you head to the elevator after you swipe the keys to the truck and to your car off the counter and shut the door behind you.

There’s a quiet over the two of you, and you realize that you don’t really know anything about Azriel. Granted you’ve lived next door to him for a grand total of 23 hours now, but that doesn’t stop you from wanting to know everything about him.

“So how long have you known Rhys?”

The elevator doors close in front of you and as Azriel leans forward to push the button for the ground floor, your eyes are drawn to his well toned back, watching the muscles in his arms as he’s turned away from your wandering gaze.

“Since we were kids,” Azriel leans against the railing in the elevator, a space large enough to fit your mattress but somehow now feels too small to fit the both of you. “Rhys and Cassian lived next door to me.”

Your eyebrows quirk, confusion sweeping over you. “But wait - I thought you were Cassian’s brother?”

Azriel chuckles, a sound that brings heat to your cheeks at both your misconception and how much the melody affected you.

“No, we’re not actually related. Cassian just…” he trails off for a second, deciding where to carry this conversation. “We all have complicated families and so we made an uncomplicated one.”

The elevator dings, and Azriel holds his arm in front of the doors as you walk through it, heading towards the doors of the lobby. “That’s nice. Not the complicated family thing, but the fact that you guys are there for each other.”

You give him a brief smile, your eyes watching him in step beside you. He huffs, opening the door for you so you can walk under his arm.

“Most days I appreciate their presence. But I’d be lying if I said I haven’t heavily weighed the pros and cons of killing Cassian on several occasions.”

You fake gasp, handing him the keys to the truck as you two walk towards it. “Cassian? No way he could ever be that annoying. He’s so sweet - he even woke me up this morning with his beautiful serenade.”

He rolls his eyes, opening your door before heading towards the driver’s side. A small smile graces your lips as you pull yourself up into the truck, settling into the seat as Azriel opens the driver’s side door, getting in next to you.

“He’s no saint and he snores like a chainsaw.”

You gasp, “that’s what that noise was? I thought the air conditioning was struggling all night!”

He snickers, turning the truck on and he pulls out of the spot you had parked it in. You provide him with directions as he drives, the rental place being a bit out of the way. His scent fills the small cabin, a scent of cedar and crisp rain and all you want to do is bury your head in his neck and breathe him in.

“Do you regret moving in with Cassian yet?”

His question catches you off guard, and you watch him take a left turn while you think about your new living situation. Living with Cassian wasn’t ideal, and you had been incredibly nervous about it leading up the move, but now you just felt calm, as if this was the right place for you to be in.

“Not yet, but his singing this morning almost made me reconsider.”

He smiles, his eyes twinkling as he does so. He’s absolutely stunning no matter what he does, but the way his face lights up when he gives a smile makes you want to keep doing it.

“He’s not very good, despite his numerous attempts at karaoke.”

Your eyes light up as you hit his arm, trying not to think about how toned and muscular it was, “Cassian does karaoke?”

He bites his lip trying to suppress his smile, “oh yes. He’s convinced he’s God’s gift to the poor patrons at Rita’s. He drags Rhys and I out to karaoke nights to try out his new material.”

“Please let me come next time, please. I need to see this.”

“Oh I didn’t even get to the best part.” His smile turns wicked as he tells you, “he spends all week working on a dance for the song too.”

You almost scream in delight. “Please, I will do anything if you can convince Cassian to let me come along the next time.”

“I think it’d be more of a miracle if Cassian isn’t trying to force you to come with us. But if he doesn’t extend an invite, I’ll be sure to collect on that deal to bring you along.”

His tone is one full of flirtatious sin as he parks the truck, the two of you arriving without your notice. You peer around, shocked at the ease he drove the truck.

“Thanks for doing this. I really appreciate it.”

“Anytime,” he tells you, and you both get out and walk into the rental place.

To return the truck, you have to give them your ID. The guy looks at your license, seemingly satisifed you are who you say you are. You’re digging in your bag for your credit card to pay, when the guy hands Azriel your license. You pay, and the two of you walk in silence to your car.

As you two get into your car, Azriel tells you to wait. He pulls out your license, looking at the photo, then holding it up so he can look at you. He glances between the laminated version of you who was not at all prepared for the photo that they snapped and the present you.

“Can you smile?” He asks, and you oblige his request, causing him to respond, “there are those dimples.”

Your mouth falls open as you blush, turning your car on so you can look away from his shit eating grin.

The car ride back to your apartment is full of conversation about what you both do in your free time, where you find out that Azriel spends a solid portion of his time working on his motorcycle and driving it around.

“I’ve never actually ridden on one before - what’s it like?” You ask, sneaking glances as you drive. You try desperately to keep your mind from thinking about wrapping your legs around his back, your arms around his middle as you zip through traffic on the back of his bike.

You decide maybe a cold shower is what you need when you get back because your mind cannot seriously be this deep in the gutter already.

From a quick glance you watch him look you up and down, the movement of his eyes making you want to squeal that he is definitely checking you out.

“We’ll just have to change that, won’t we?”

Azriel has no idea what has come over him this morning. He offered to take Cassian’s pretty roommate to drop off her moving truck and it’s like he’s been possessed by something way more charming than he ever has been. Every other sentence out of him has been flirtatious, and Rhys and Cassian would definitely have made fun of him for how deep he had made his voice earlier.

He just hopes to anyone listening that you don’t notice how badly his hands are shaking in his lap, or how his voice slightly waivers each time heat blooms in your cheeks.

He had found it so damn cute the way his words affected you, how you’d turn away, too shy to look at him. Perhaps that’s what kept spurring him on, or maybe it was just the amount of nerves he got in your presence that caused his filter to go away.

Azriel knew one thing - it’s been 12 hours, maybe, since he first saw you, and he’s already in way too deep. He’s never acted like this before, usually keeping to himself and not drawing too much attention. Even just offering to help you drive the truck was out of his comfort zone - a favor for a practical stranger. An offer that was so out of character Rhys and Cassian both looked at him in confusion last night, but thankfully didn’t press any further.

Concern courses through him, at what the effect you have on him and the inevitability of finding out it’s one-sided, until he sees your phone buzz and light up, a message in a chat titled Hi Barbie that says:

Look just tell me how hot this Azriel is I don’t need a photo

A second message dings

Is he like Chris Evans hot

A third message

Or like Aragorn in Lord of the Rings hot

Azriel reads the messages from the corner of his eye, your phone on a stand that extends from your windshield putting your screen on full display for him. He starts smiling as he looks out the window, hoping maybe you’re in just as deep as he is.

#acotar fanfiction #azriel #azriel x reader #azriel x you #azriel fanfic #azriel fluff #acotar writing #azriel x y/n #falling in love on the fourth floor

[f10werfae]

Expect the Unexpected Baby

pairing: Henry Cavill x Pregnant!Reader

Summary: Henry breaks up with Y/n, only to discover he’s left something of his behind, his baby. Does he try and reconcile? or Does he just accept the path he’s made? (requested by @depressedneedingrevenge )

Likes, Comments and reblogs are appreciated♥️ Library: @f10werfaes-cosy-collection

Disclaimer: This story is fiction and should not be taken literally, the behaviour is simply imaginative and the content may be inappropriate

Henry Masterlist, Full Masterlist Lumberjack!Henry

“Are- Are you really doing this to us Henry? I thought you said we wouldn’t give up on us?” Y/n sniffled taking off her engagement ring, watching as Henry packed the rest of his stuff from their house, he had only broken up with her a week prior. “Bab- Y/n I- you know I didn’t want this, I’ve got to work for longer, I need someone that’s willing to be there for me, give me something to come home to”

“So because I still haven’t been able to provide you with a baby, a family, i’m suddenly not worthy enough to keep you? Is that what it is?” Y/n snarked throwing her ring at him, watching as he scoffed and lugged the rest of his luggage out, throwing his house keys to the floor; leaving Y/n alone in the now lonely house. Y/n felt sobs wreck through her body as she collapsed to the ground, the sobs were so hard to a point where she felt herself gag and had to rush herself to the toilet.

Recently the couple had been on the edge of it, after being told their chances of conceiving were low due to Y/n’s hormone imbalance, their hopes and dreams of building a family together was shattered. As a result, they grew distant, both of them focusing on their careers as an actor and as a nurse.

“Shit, fucks sake” Y/n groaned pulling herself up from the bathroom floor, looking at the now broken version of herself in the mirror, “You’ll be okay Y/n, you’re stronger than this” She whispered to herself, studying the look on her face before forcing out a smile. This wasn’t the end of her happiness, Y/n L/n was a strong woman who was capable of anything if she put her mind to it; that includes being a single mother.

A few weeks after Henry had left her, Y/n fell ill to a point where her best friend Jess had to sleepover constantly just to make sure she ate properly and didn’t collapse from exhaustion. “Y/n You should really see your doctor, this surely isn’t normal, you’re a healthy young woman” Jess winced as she patted her friend’s back, watching on as she continuously vomited into the toilet bowl.

“I’m scared, come with me?” Y/n whimpered sitting back and wiping her mouth with a spare towel, her stomach had not been able to stomach anything but saltine crackers and water; she just wasn’t feeling her best at all. Usually it was Henry that accompanied her to the doctors, knowing how bad her anxiety got, but now she had no one; well Jess of course.

“Of course babes, wouldn’t let ya go there on you’ own, give me the number and i’ll book the appointment for you” Jess said taking Y/n’s phone and finding the practice’s number in her contacts, phoning them then and there to schedule an appointment for the next morning, it was an emergency after-all.

So off they went the next morning to the doctor, who out of the blue asked if she was sexually active after hearing the ongoing symptoms, was this normal? “Uh- well I was a few w-weeks ago” Y/n stuttered watching her doctor note things down and click a few things on her computer. “Miss. L/n, i’m going to need a urine sample if that’s alright?”

“What do you think is wrong with me?” Y/n whimpered holding onto Jess’ hand tightly, after giving in her sample all she had to do now was wait, and thankfully the practice wasn’t as busy today and she’d be able to get the results on the same day. “Nothing chick, you’re sweet, I know you are and it’s probably just something from a bad takeout-“

“Miss L/n, I have the results” The doctor smiled walking into the box white room, a clipboard in hand as she sat down in front of Y/n.

“You’re 2 months pregnant”

Y/n felt her world stop, was she really about to have a baby? That thought was out of the question for her, she thought she was destined for a childless life, and she’d spend everyday blaming herself despite it not being her fault at all.

“A-are you sure Dr. Brown? I thought my chances of conceiving were low? Is the baby okay? Wait- are you joking with me?”

“I said your chances were low, not impossible Miss L/n. Now we can talk through your options now, or, you can choose to go to the front desk and schedule for your first sonogram” Dr. Brown smiled already knowing Y/n’s answer, watching as Jess stood up cheering beside her gob smacked, and now pregnant, best friend Y/n.

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“Why does he look like an alien at 8 months?” Jess giggled looking at the baby L/n on the picture, it’s head looking odd with the 3d angle. “Shut up you, don’t listen blueberry you’re already so handsome” Y/n cooed looking down over her stretched stomach, seeing the imprint of a foot push against her marked skin, the stretch marks telling a story of hardships.

“i’m actually going to be the best god-mother, going to spoil the hell outta him” Jess smiled feeling the tiny babe kick at her hand, now that Christmas was in a few hours she felt it would be best to spend it with Y/n, who was unfortunately unable to spend it with family this year. “Yeah course you are, look Jess I know you hate me saying this but, have you tried calling Henry again? I know you hate his ass but, he deserves to know about blueberry right?”

For the past few weeks Henry had clouded Y/n’s mind, sure he had broken her heart, but she couldn’t help but yearn for his touch and love especially now that she was carrying the perfect mix of them both. Her baby blueberry. Anytime she tried to call him, it would cut off, meaning he had now changed numbers which would make sense. He was now working on a movie somewhere abroad, so he would need a new cell; unfortunately meaning he had now lost complete contact with her.

“Y/n L/n, you don’t need a man, you’re a strong independent mama alright?”

“I know I know, but if there’s a chance I don’t have to go through this alone, even just as a co-parent- OW FUCK” Y/n suddenly exclaimed feeling a strong pulse of strain go through her pelvis, her had going to support her stomach, protectively caring over her baby boy.

“Y/n, okay shit uhm, we gotta get you to a hospital your water has broken early sister; we got a Christmas present comin’ in hot”

“B-but is it not too early?! Blueberry isn’t due till later January” Y/n groaned feeling another contraction ripple through her body, groans leaving her body as Jess helped her get into the car, her body sweating despite the cold air. Pouting Y/n tried to calm herself down by talking to her baby, the single mother had only began nesting, buying hundreds (not exaggerating) of baby grows and bottles; even decorating the nursery with a DC theme to honour her relationship that produced her source of light.

“I don’t give a fuck honey, we just need a doctor, AND QUICK” Jess shouted out the window once they arrived at the emergency bay, immediately catching the attention of on duty nurses and doctors who skilfully transferred Y/n into a wheelchair, an oxygen mask being thrown over her head once inside the hospital to stabilise her breathing.

Y/n felt her whole world being turned upside down, nurses pushing her to God knows where, her hair now tied up by one of the doctors who just knew exactly what she needed then and there. When all of a sudden a dark haired man caught her eye as she was wheeled past A&E,

“Henry?” Y/n said drowsily through her mask, watching as the man turned his head just at the right moment to make eye contact with her, she’d know those blue eyes anywhere. “Y/n? Y/N?!” Henry shouted seeing his ex-fiancée being wheeled away in emergency, groups of nurses and doctors all fussing around her. Forgetting his hurt hip, his instincts took over and he found himself rushing after the woman he still loved, the woman he left for a job opportunity that he thought would fulfil the emptiness of not having a family.

Weeks into working abroad did he realise, Y/n was his family, he realised a bit too late. His contract was signed, he wouldn’t be able to return home for good until he finished this new series, he wasn’t able to come home; that is until now. Henry Cavill was back home, sure he was injured, but he was home back on the soil.

“J-jess, Jess that w-was Henry. I-if something happens, make- make sure he sees blueberry okay?” Y/n cried throwing her head back from the pain once she was carried onto the bed, her best friend panicking beside her realising the seriousness as she was made to sign a “next of kin” document. Her friend’s life was in danger.

“For fucks sake Y/n, you’re going to be okay ya hear me? You’ll be able to show him to Henry yourself once you get this baby out, y-you have to!” Jess sobbed, there was no way in hell she was letting her friend accept death, this wasn’t how it was supposed to end. “Excuse me miss if you’re not the father/partner, due to COVID regulations we can’t allow you in here”

The nurse said apologetically quickly ushering Jess to the door, “Are you guys serious?! She’s scared and in pain, there’s no way i’m leavin’ her here!” Jess fought trying to wrestle her way back to Y/n, “J-jess i’m scared, I don’t wanna do this alone” Y/n cried reaching for her friend, the doctors around her were buzzing with adrenaline, grabbing all sorts of equipment and liquids.

“So you’re telling me the baby’s father can be here right?” Jess exhaled, sprinting once she got the nod of approval from the nurse, relief filling her once she ran into the red-faced Henry who had clearly been running circles around the hospital after losing track of Y/n.

“Look Henry, no time for questions you need to fuckin run to room 304, Y/n is having your baby and- and she’s alone and scared-“

Not even letting her finish Henry began running for his life, not caring about his swelling pelvis, the people shouting at him to slow down; he just needed to see his Y/n and his baby. It didn’t take long for him to find the room with people constantly moving in and out purposefully, introducing himself to the nurse from earlier, she smiled gratefully handing him scrubs from the storeroom.

“Are you Henry? She’s been screaming for you even when we gave her some medication to calm her down” The nurse whispered bringing him into the room, his eyes widening seeing her laying down on the bed, her legs propped up. “H-Henry is that really you?” Her voice rasped, a tired smile on her face as she reached out for him, not wasting a second his hand intertwined with hers.

“So we’re having a baby huh?”

“Yes, our blueberry”

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“Wow h-he’s gorgeous” Henry smiled tearing up, his finger softly running over his tiny son’s cheek, the delivery hadn’t been easy at all with even there being mentions of a possible C-section. Thankfully Y/n was able to deliver naturally with help from an epidural, and honestly she was just glad to have someone by her side.

“Yeah he’s perfect, our blueberry” Y/n smiled nuzzling her cheek against her baby, his small fingers outstretched on her breast as he fed eagerly. The both of them cooing as he heard his tiny grunts, “Poor chap, musta been starving” Henry joked meeting Y/n’s tired eyes, truthfully she had never looked so beautiful to him than at that moment.

Not just because she had just birthed their child, but because she still smiled at him the same way she did all those months ago; not an ounce of hatred to be seen. “Yeah, s’jus like his daddy I suppose” Y/n giggled, just feeling relieved her baby boy was now here safe and sound. The room falling into a comfortable silence before Y/n revealed the name, “His name is Clark, it’s not up for debate just so you know” She joked smoothing the slight hairs already showing at the top of his head.

“Y/n, i’m home now, let me do it right this time”

“We can talk about that later Henry, let’s just look at our baby, please?”

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“ Blueberry, where are you?” Y/n giggled pretending she couldn’t see her now one year old hiding behind his daddy, who was busy building the new batman Lair they had gotten Clark for Christmas. The tiny tot giggling as if his dark curls weren’t visible from behind his daddy’s arms.

“Babe, have you seen our blueberry anywhere? Was gonna give him kisses and cuddles” Y/n playfully pouting sitting beside Henry on the floor, knowing damn well Clark was on the other side of him giggling triumphantly. “No sorry momma, haven’t seen the champ since bath time this mornin”

“Well I guess m’gonna have to give you his kisses and cuddles instead then” Y/n smirked peppering kisses to Henry’s face and lips, her arms hugging her man tightly, knowing damn well that would coax her baby Clark out of hiding. “NO MAMA” She heard him screech, rapidly tumbling out of his spot like superman and clinging to his momma, pushing Henry as hard as possible.

“Ah! There he is, my baby blue” Y/n cooed blowing raspberries into his neck, her smile widening as his laughs grew louder; Henry’s arms coating around the both of them, bringing them into his side. After Y/n had given birth, they worked hard together to co-parent alongside couple’s counselling, finally reaching the last stage by moving back in together and functioning as a healthy couple. Some turned their noses at Y/n taking him back, whilst others scoffed at Henry for being “baby trapped” But the couple knew it was no one else’s business but theirs, if they were happy and if Clark was happy, what else mattered?

“We need to tell Jess to stop buying him so many complicated toys” Henry sighed turning the screwdriver as he built another floor of the batman building, “You know this is her way of punishin’ you right?” Y/n laughed letting Clark nuzzle into her neck, a sign he was getting sleepy and running out of energy.

“I know, and i’d do this a hundred times over, just to see the lil guy destroy it into pieces happily” Henry chuckled seeing his mini me slowly fall asleep in his girlfriend’s lap, leaning over he placed a soft sensual kiss on her lips; an act he now got the privilege of repeating every single second, minute, hour and day.

“I love you Y/n, n’ I hope you know that, i’ll keep reminding you anyway”

“Ya wont need to, as long as you’re here with me, i’ll know you love me and you’ll know I love you too” She whispered against his lips, kissing the corner of them lightly. “I think we’re due for a family nap, i’m feelin like pulling a Clark and hiding in mama’s neck too”

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[halsteadlover]

Unexpected

*Gif not mine credits to the owner*

• Pairing: Jay Halstead x Female!Reader.

• Requested by @stu-machers-girl: Reader had known Jay since she’d first started as a dispatcher for Chicago. It wasn’t long until she’d developed a crush on the older man. She didn’t say anything since she realized he was dating Erin but then she left. She left and Jay got kidnapped; reader heard it over the radio. Hank texted her to say they’d found him and she left her job without saying anything and sped to the hospital. When she saw the blonde detective in the waiting room they got into a fight and reader punched her. She refused to leave the hospital until Jay woke up and laid in bed with him the entire time. When he woke up, in the heat of the moment her lips were on his in a moment.

• Warnings: slight mention of injuries and ‘violence’ (pls bear with me I can’t write fight scene not even for saving my life), cuss words. I don’t know, let me know if there’s anything else <3

• Word count: 8368.

• A/N: so yeah, I got carried away, pls don’t hate me, I think that’s the longest piece I’ve ever written 😭. I changed it up a bit at the end, I hope it’s okay. Please let me know what you think of this? I hope you’ll like it and I already apologize for any grammar error ❤️ comment, like and reblog if you want, I’d really appreciate it. Thank you so much for your constant support, I love you all xx

It was hard.

God, why did being in love have to be so tough?

You thought it’d be easier to control your feelings. You thought you'd be better at pretending everything was fine, pretending your heart didn't actually open into a chasm every time you even heard his name.

You thought it was just a simple crush, a simple infatuation that – knowing it couldn't go any further – it’d soon vanish. But unfortunately it wasn't easy and you soon found yourself in a spiral of suffering and thuds in your stomach. Your mind knew there would never be anything but your heart didn't want to understand it.

Falling in love with Jay wasn't planned, you’d never imagine it and you couldn't even explain how it happened or when. It's those things that just happen without any warning.

You first met Jay after your first shift as a paramedic at Molly's, where your colleagues used to meet after their shifts.

You were sitting at a table with a beer in front of you, you didn't know anyone yet – except for the colleagues you had met during the day who weren't there – and you looked around, sipping the drink from time to time, wondering when you were going to start to feel that place like home.

You moved to Chicago a month prior and it goes without saying you underestimated how difficult it’d be to start a new life in a new city, starting from scratch.

Jay had seen you from afar, looking tired and disoriented and for some reason he had decided to approach you.

When you first saw him you felt the air being cut from your chest, you didn't expect someone – someone so damn beautiful – to approach you.

That stranger you soon discovered was named Jay found himself talking with you, asking you questions about yourself and why he had never seen you before. You explained to him that you had just started working and you found out he had been a detective in the Intelligence unit for about six months.

You were never one to talk to strangers, to tell someone something about your life on the first time you met them, but for some strange reason those bright green eyes and his reassuring smile made you feel at ease, and as the evening wore by, you thanked yourself for not deciding to stay home that night.

Jay was an angel to you, literally.

After that evening he promised you he’d give you a tour of the city, making you visit the most beautiful places and taking you to the best places to eat. You exchanged numbers and he also made you promise you’d call him whenever you felt alone and wanted company.

He also introduced you to the rest of his team, as well as his closest friends, and they were just as kind and welcoming, letting you know you’d meet several times even during work shifts because of criminals and things like that.

Three years have passed since that evening and Jay kept all his promises.

Over time he became your closest friend and you spent time together whenever you both could. You had become his anchor and he had become your safe haven.

You had promised yourself over the time that your friendship would never go any further – also because Jay had never done anything that could’ve made you think otherwise – but the more time you spent together, the more you found yourself falling more and more in love with him.

You’d never tell him about it, even if it meant crying nights where you wanted to do nothing but run away and forget about him. If it was initially bearable and there was your friendship to give you strength, seeing him with another woman broke your heart more than you ever expected.

Erin was a colleague of his and you had seen their love story born right away. You'd heard Jay confide in you about her, asking you for advice on her when they were fighting, and you were there every time listening to him trying not to cry in front of him. There were times when Jay noticed that there was something wrong with you, he knew you by now, but you always managed to disengage the conversation by telling him that you were just tired from work.

You promised yourself you'd always be by his side but seeing him so happy with her… Damn it, it was so hard.

You couldn't take it anymore, you were a walking disaster and all your colleagues and friends saw how you weren't as happy and carefree as you used to be. Sylvie, who was one of your closest friends and who knew all the history with Jay, tried to always be by your side, convincing you to move on, to try to open up your world and that you didn't have to cry for him forever.

She was right, completely right.

Because of this, you had begun to distance yourself from Jay a little bit, making excuses not to go out after work or limiting interactions during the shift to the minimum possible and not speaking to him except from a professional point of view.

This broke your heart, you missed spending time with him, God how you missed him, but more than him you had to love yourself and you knew spending time with him, seeing him with another woman only would made you suffer.

Jay had immediately perceived this change but he couldn't explain why. He had tried so many times to talk to you but you didn't want to tell him what was going on and it made him particularly tense and uncomfortable.

Even Erin had noticed his moodiness and she hated to know it was because of you. She hated you were always there, in front of him, in his head, always on the way, she hated seeing how much he cared about you, she hated the way he dropped everything and ran to you whenever you needed him.

She hated you.

And, dear lord, how much you hated her too. The feelings between you and her were pretty mutual.

You didn't know it, but you had been the cause of many arguments a thousand times between them. Erin wanted him to stay away from you, Jay refused to and always told her if she really wanted him you were part of the deal, take it or leave it.

You were at home one evening, resting on the sofa after a grueling work shift while watching a movie on TV and eating some chips. Sylvie had offered you to go to some bar and get drunk but you declined, not in the mood to socialize or even drink. You just wanted to stay at home and rest, hoping that day would soon be forgotten.

The ringing of your doorbell almost made you jump and you furrowed your eyebrows, not expecting anyone at the time. You placed the bowl of chips on the coffee table in front of the sofa and got up and as you rubbed your hands on your shirt to remove the crumbs from the chips, you went towards the door.

You expected it to be Sylvie but, after looking through the peephole, your heart skipped a beat when you realized it was Jay.

“Oh god,” you muttered to yourself, glancing at your shabby outfit which consisted of a simple pair of midnight blue leggings and a gray t-shirt.

What was he doing there?

“Y/N open the door, I know you're home,” Jay's voice came muffled through the door. For a moment you considered ignoring him until he got tired of it and walked away but you knew that would never happen and he’d keep banging on the doorbell until you opened it.

You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down and slow down your racing heartbeat, and opened the door after removing the chain.

Jay looked up at you, his features visibly relaxing as his eyes fell on your figure. Your mouth felt dry as your gaze traveled up and down his body for an instant, as if to accept that he was fine.

“Hi,” you muttered, your voice so thin you were afraid he might not hear you. Your stomach was in a vice and a flock of butterflies had exploded inside you. A wave of heat run through your body and you were sure the flush of your cheeks was comparable to a tomato. “Come in.”

Why were you feeling so damn nervous? He was always Jay, he was always your best friend.

But the best friend I love madly, added your conscience.

Maybe you were nervous because you haven't seen him in two weeks, avoiding him like the plague.

You opened the door and moved to the side, giving him space to enter and as he passed the trail of his scent hit you full in the face making you almost faint.

I can’t do this.

Jay sat on the couch without saying anything, glancing at the TV that was still playing the movie, waiting for you to join him.

“You okay?” you asked as your eyes noticed the way his face was screwed up in a less than happy expression. You tried to avoid him yes, for your own good, but the thought something might’ve happened to him was tormenting you. He sighed deeply, rubbing his hands against his face in frustration before glancing at you.

“I don’t know to be honest,” he replied, but without elaborating further “What about you? Why did you disappear for the last couple of weeks? I texted you I don't know how many times and called you a thousand times. Did I do something wrong?”.

The crack your heart made was so loud you thought even Jay could hear it from where he sat. Your brain stopped working for a moment trying to think of a response to give him that wasn't ‘you know Jay I was avoiding you because I love you and because I hate seeing you with that snake’.

“N-no, of course not Jay how can you think that?” You replied, moving closer to him and taking his hand in yours, instantly feeling a rush of shivers running down your spine. He glanced at your clasped hands and then at you, with an expression you couldn't quite read.

“I… I don't know,” he sighed, his hand caressing the back of your hand, something he didn’t quite realize he was doing “I just… I missed you.”

If your heart was already broken, at this very moment it exploded into a thousand pieces of confetti and colors inside your chest. It was as if you had been punched in the stomach, the breath cut from your lungs. It was so good to hear him say it but so painful at the same time.

You wanted to yell at him to not to say it again, because you knew his ‘I missed you’ wasn't meant in the same way you missed him.

“I missed you too so much Jay,” you almost whispered, smiling at the same time to mask the sudden urge to cry. You let go of his hand, unable to maintain that contact anymore without your stomach doing somersaults. The absence of his warmth was immediately felt but you tried to remain as impassive as possible. “What happened? If you've come here at almost midnight it's because there's something wrong. Do you want to talk to me about it?”.

He nodded feebly, taking his gaze away from you to the ceiling. He was leaning back on the sofa, his head on it as his eyes roamed the white ceiling as if it was the most interesting thing on the planet, his hands folded on his stomach.

“Erin and I broke up.”

You’d imagined anything, a problem at work, maybe a family issue, anything else, but not the words that had just slipped from his mouth.

You couldn't hide the shock as your eyes and mouth opened wide and you even felt guilty for an instant when the only feeling you felt was… Relief, joy. “W-what? How? When? Why?” You bombarded him with questions “I'm sorry Jay,” but you weren't sorry about what had happened. You were sorry because seeing him like that was painful and you would’ve done anything to make him feel better, seeing his beautiful smile on his face.

He brought his eyes from the ceiling to yours, turning his head to the side to look at you. He didn't say anything, he just looked at you. For the second time since he came over, you couldn't read his gaze and you would’ve paid gold to know what he was thinking.

He was looking at you and you felt as if a rope had been placed around your neck and your grip tightened by the way your breath was cut in half. He looked at you with such an intensity as if he wanted to read your soul, analyzing every inch of your face at the same time and in that moment more than ever you wanted to shrink to such a point you’d disappear from his sight.

He looked at you as if he was looking at you for the first time and you felt vulnerable, exposed and while his eyes were chained to yours for an instant you feared he could find out about your feelings for him just by the was his eyes were piercing you.

It was you who looked away first, unable to maintain eye contact anymore and fearing you might say something stupid if you continued to stare at him for another few seconds.

Your heart was pounding so hard you thought it would stop any second as you kept repeating yourself to stay calm. The blush on your cheeks showed no sign of fading and you thanked God that the lights in the living room were off and that there was only the one on the TV which, however, didn't illuminate quite well your face.

The sigh Jay let out made you look up at him, noticing he was still looking at you. But when your eyes ended up on his again, he was the one to look away.

“Don’t need to be sorry,” he said simply and you nodded though he couldn't even see you, “She left.”

For the second time another wave of shock went through you and a thousand questions crossed your mind. You couldn't say you weren't sorry, you would’ve been hypocritical to say otherwise, but you wondered what the hell had happened. How did they go from being the happiest couple alive to her walking away? For what reason did she leave?

It wouldn't have surprised you at all if she was the reason for the breakup, you didn't know her well – you didn't want to – but based on what Jay told you, she had a habit of running away from every fight and problem that came up.

“She always does, doesn’t she? She will definitely come back,” you answered even as you prayed deep inside with every fiber of your being that it wouldn't happen. You knew you were selfish, he was hurting but damn it, you were human too and you couldn't mask what you didn't feel.

He shook his head slightly. “No, I don't think she will,” He lifted his head, sitting up straight and looking at you again. “And for what that matters, I don't even care if she comes back or not,” he paused again, thinking about his words “But, I don't want to talk about it.”

“Yeah sorry,” there was a moment of silence where you looked at each other again and the way he was looking at you was making your stomach twist like a contortionist “But just tell me how you are you feeling Jay, I hate seeing you like this,” and you were sincere, although you didn't like Erin, you wished nothing but happiness for Jay and seeing him like this made you feel as helpless as few other times.

“I'm fine now,” he replied and he really seemed to be sincere “Really, I feel… Relieved. I just needed to be with my best friend now. You made me worry so much you know that?”.

My best friend.

You tried to ignore the thud in your heart. “I'm really sorry Jay. It was such a hectic time between work I didn't have time for anything else. I'm sorry I wasn't around so much.”

He shook his head again, as if to tell you not to worry by smiling weakly and causing a feeling of warmth to spread through your heart. “What matters to me is that you’re okay I… I really missed you.”

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The next day you went to work with the dark circles under your eyes reaching down to your feet. You only managed to sleep a couple of hours the night before, having spent most of the night talking to Jay.

God how much you loved that man.

When you were with him it was as if the world around you vanished and it didn't matter how long you lost touch or didn't speak to each other, the moment you’d meet again everything was back to the way it was before, as if time had never passed.

You found yourself talking late, losing track of time, laughing and joking as always and it was times like this that reminded you why you were in love with him. Jay didn't stop smiling even for a minute and seeing him so carefree, even if only for a while, was beautiful. He deserved to be happy, always.

You talked and talked and talked until you fell asleep on the sofa in each other's arms. Only when you opened your eyes you realized your head was resting on his chest and his arm was possessively encircling your waist. You stayed paralyzed for an instant, afraid to make any movement that might wake him up.

He must not have noticed it.

You cautiously sat up and then brought your gaze to him, letting your eyes wander over his relaxed features and you let yourself go for a moment to your fantasy. A fantasy where Jay being there next to you was normal, were you could wake up every morning in his arms as he tightly hugged you.

During your work shift you tried to keep your mind busy, focusing only on the calls and the patients you’d be treating.

Two days flew by like this, with Sylvie doing nothing but tease you about Jay after you told her what had happened. You omitted he and Erin had broken up, this wasn't about you and it wasn't your call to tell other people.

However, you hadn't heard from Jay for two days, he didn't text you or even replied to yours. Only then you understood how he must’ve felt when it was you who didn't reply to his text and you promised yourself you’d never do anything like this again.

You were scared to death because he didn't usually disappear like that, so suddenly, and given the nature of his work you couldn't help but imagine that something terrible had happened and the more time passed, the more this thesis was confirmed.

Of course, you knew he couldn't always answer the phone, and there had been other times when, for example, following an undercover operation you didn't hear from him for even a week but in those cases he did everything to warn you first, reassuring you’d see each other as soon as possible.

This time, however, you had a horrible feeling, a premonition that was sadly confirmed by Voight.

You were packing up the ambulance near the end of your shift when your cell phone rang and Sergeant Voight's name appeared on your screen. Your heart instantly skipped a beat and you instantly understood something serious must’ve happened for him to call you.

“Hello? Sarge?” you answered almost immediately.

“Hi kid,” his hoarse voice replied “I hope I’m not disturbing you. It’s about Halstead…”

You closed your eyes as if those words had caused you physical pain, as if someone had hit you in the face. All the colors disappeared from your face and anxiety twisted your stomach.

“What happened? Is he fine? Tell me he's okay please,” you spoke frantically, getting out of the ambulance and closing it “Where is he?”.

You heard Voight sigh on the other end of the phone. “He's fine now, he… He was kidnapped but we found him. We are at Med's. I wanted to tell you before you heard from someone else. I'm sure he'll be happy to see you.”

You couldn't describe the horrible feeling that went through you hearing those words. It was like someone ripped your heart out of your chest clamping your lungs, you stopped breathing for a second and you didn't care how exaggerated that might be, but whatever happened to him you wished it was you on the hospital bed.

“I'll be right there,” you said and closed the call before waiting for Voight’s answer. You didn't even care about warning your boss, much less some of your colleagues watched you ran away like you were nuts, you just wanted to go to him, you just wanted to see him, make sure he was okay.

The car journey to the Med's was one of the most distressing and longest of your life. You nearly collided with other cars several times but at that moment the only thought that crossed your mind was Jay.

What had happened to him? Was it serious? Was he awake?

God please let him be okay.

You tried to swallow the lump in your throat. That wasn't the time to cry, to be weak, you had to be there for Jay.

You thought for a moment what would happen if… God, fuck, you didn't even want to think about it, you couldn't imagine it. You couldn't even think of not having him in your life, you couldn't imagine not being able to see him anymore, getting lost in his eyes, never hearing his laughter or seeing his radiant smile again. You couldn't even think you couldn't hug him when you were sad, stuff yourselves with food watching trash TV until a nervous breakdown.

You didn't even realize you were crying until you got to Med's and parked your car. You quickly dried your tears and ran to the hospital, where, in the waiting room, you found all of his colleagues. And by all of his colleagues, you meant everyone.

Erin Lindsay was there and her disgusted gaze was on you.

“What the hell are you doing here?!” she exclaimed approaching you threateningly. You didn't let yourself be intimidated, on the contrary, the mere tone of her voice made your blood boil in your veins. How dare she talk to you like that?

“Don't you even dare take one more step towards me. Move out to way, I’m here to see Jay,” you spat with venom as the others looked at each other unsure whether to intervene or not.

“Lindsay…” Voight called back, grabbing her arm but she jerked away from his grip, still glaring at you with contempt.

“Turn your ass and get the fuck out of here. I've had enough of you, I'm so tired of always having you around Y/N. Why don't you just understand he doesn't want you?!”.

“You seem to be very familiar with walking away and running away don't you? Isn't that what you always do huh? Avoid problems? You really got some nerve to be here after you left him,” you pointed a finger at her. “I'm not going to stand here and make you yell at me. You really want me to believe you care about him? You wouldn't even be here if he wasn’t kidnapped!”.

“I left him? Is that what he told you?” Erin let out a wry laugh “I can’t believe it. I really wonder what he saw in you. Seriously, look at yourself. You're so pathetic...”

A wave of anger shot through your body and before she could even continue her insults, your fist slammed into her face, causing her to flinch back. Everyone let out a verse of bewilderment, immediately intervening to separate you and Lindsay who were about to kill each other right then and there.

“Y/N! Fuck’s sake! Just calm down! Take it easy, it’s okay,” Kevin dragged you away, shaking you off your shoulders as if to bring you to your senses. You watched her walk away with Voight, one hand on her bleeding nose.

You knew the repercussions there would be but you couldn't care less because it felt so good. You've wanted to do this for so long, for the way she's always treated you, for the contempt she's always shown towards you.

“I'm calm, I'm okay,” you muttered, throwing your hands up in surrender and trying to ignore the pain in the hand you punched her with. “I'm sorry about this but… I have to…”

“I know that's not true,” Kevin chuckled “Go,” he nodded towards Jay's room and without having to repeat it twice you immediately went to him.

You entered the room and closed the door behind you, immediately glancing at the man lying on the bed and the sound of his heartbeats coming from the machine filled the silence.

Your heart broke into a thousand pieces as you saw his battered face, a purple bruise on his cheek, a cut on his eyebrow and and other one on the lower lip which felt deep and quite sore. But despite this he was still the most beautiful man you've ever seen in your life.

You approached him, keeping as quiet as possible in an effort not to wake him up. He almost looked like an angel while he slept, as if nothing could hurt or disturb him at that moment.

You placed a hand on his cheek, caressing it with such delicacy and lightness you were almost uncertain of the contact. Your fingers ran through his hair, a gesture you knew he loved and made him relaxed.

Your eyes traveled down his chest and only then you noticed the white bandage that wrapped around his chest. You tried to keep from crying. You hated it, you hated he was suffering, you hated you weren't there with him to help him. Your heart was tightened even more as you noticed red marks on his wrists, some superficial and some a little deeper, a sign that he had been tied up.

“What have they done to you?” You whispered and your eyes were on his face again, continuing to run your fingers gently through his hair. “I'm so sorry Jay.”

You didn't know exactly what you were apologizing for, you just did.

You stayed next to him for an indefinite amount of time, you didn't look at the time but you understood that hours had passed when the sunlight was replaced by the darkness of the night.

Will tried to convince you to go home and rest and that he’d call you for any news but you refused, you didn't want Jay to wake up alone in that cold hospital room. You knew how much he loathed them and you wanted him to see a friendly face as soon as he opened his eyes.

The attempt of Jay's team was also useless, when they understood you’d never leave until he woke up, they recommended you to update them on any changes.

You spent hours sitting on a chair next to his bed until you too were asleep, your arms resting on Jay's legs.

When he opened his eyes he found himself plunged into darkness if it hadn't been for the dim light from the hospital chandelier. It didn't take him long to remember what had happened, what had led him to be there. He tried to stand up but an excruciating pain shot through his chest, forcing him to lay down again.

This and also the sleeping figure in front of him.

A small smile was born on his swollen lips as he watched you sleep sitting on the chair that seemed anything but comfortable. How long have you been there?

He raised a hand and didn't even have time to rest it on your arm before you snapped sitting, looking around panicked for a moment. Your eyes widened to see Jay in front of you with his eyes finally open and the joy you felt in that moment was like nothing else you've ever felt.

“Jay! Thank God you're awake!” You exclaimed and in the joy of the moment you hugged him, squeezing him harder than you should’ve and letting a small cry of pain escape him “Sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you,” you pulled away from him “How are you feeling? Are you okay? Should I call Will?”.

Jay shook his head slightly, a small smile on his lips. “I am fine. Where is the bed remote control? I need to sit up.”

You quickly grabbed the remote from the nightstand next to the bed and handed it to him, watching as the back of the bed lifted and he settled into position so he could finally take a good look at you. “Come here, why are you so far away?” He patted the mattress and you didn't let yourself repeat it twice, sitting next to him.

“Voight called me…” you were the first to speak “But he didn't tell me what happened.”

Jay let out a sigh, flinching as a pain shot through his chest. “It was an undercover mission, nothing too difficult. I was supposed to exchange the money with the drugs and then arrest them. Easy,” he explained, “I don’t know how but someone of them found out I was a cop so they kidnapped me and as you can see they beat me up for the holidays.”

Your eyes filled with tears but that time you couldn't hold them back. You felt a whirlwind of emotions, fear, happiness, anxiety, relief and it was too much for you to hold back and you lowered your gaze to not let him see you.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Jay's voice came as a sweet melody to your ears “Please don't cry Y/N, I don’t like seeing you like this. It's okay now, I'm fine, it's going to take a lot longer for you to get rid of me,” he attempted to reassure you. “Come here darling.” His hands pulled you close as his arms wrapped around you in a warm hug. You hugged him back, being careful not to hurt him further, and let yourself go into a liberating cry, so grateful you still had the opportunity to be able to do this.

His lips kissed your cheek and your heart leapt in your chest at the contact.

God Jay you're killing me.

“I'm so sorry Jay, you shouldn't be the one to comfort me now,” you murmured, pulling away from the hug, still looking down. You grabbed a tissue off the top of the nightstand and wiped away your tears, still shaken from everything that had happened. You felt so selfish at the same time Jay was on a hospital bed and you were the desperate one.

“Y/N don't even say that as a joke. Look at me, please.”

You did as he told you and your eyes met his, triggering a sensation that was like being kicked in the stomach.

“I'm fine, okay? These are just bruises, they hurt but they will go away. I wish I could tell you it's the last time but I can't, it will happen again but I want you to know I’ll always find a way back to you, okay? I won't leave you alone.”

His words were like a snake venom and antidote at the same time.

“Jay… Please…” you whispered, tears still flowing from your eyes “Don't do this to me.”

A confused expression appeared on his face. “What do you mean?”.

You shook your head, as if trying to tell him it didn't mean anything. “I just… I was so scared Jay…I thought about losing you…”

Jay reached for your hand but a frown appeared on his face as he noticed, despite the dim lights, the swelling on it. “Y/N what the hell is this? What happened to you? Why is your hand like this?”.

Shit.

You withdrew your hand, moving your fingers slightly but not showing how sore it was. You had never thrown a punch before and never imagined how painful it was. “Nothing. I closed my hand in the car door on the way here, it's no big deal.”

You knew he’d never buy this excuse but it was worth a try.

“Do you really think I’m that stupid? Tell me the truth. Did someone hurt you?”.

You sighed. “You’ll hate me.”

Jay looked at you like you just sprouted a second head, really confused. “What? Why on earth should I hate you?”.

“I punched Erin,” you blurted out so quickly, wishing he hadn't heard you but when you saw his eyes widen so wide they almost popped out of their socket, you knew he definitely did.

“What? You really did it? Seriously?” He struggled to imagine that you could do something like that, you’d never hurt even a fly. “Why? Why happened?”.

“She started saying bad things to me and I got so mad so I just… Punched her,” you sighed “I didn't even realize it… I know I shouldn't have…”

Jay was silent for a moment, still unable to believe what you had just said. He knew there was bad blood between you and his ex-girlfriend but he never imagined you’d even punch her but he also knew, without any shadow of a doubt, that if you had come this far it was because you had a reason to.

“You hate me now right?”.

He shook his head. “Absolutely not Y/N. I mean, I don't like the idea of you going around punching people but I guess you had your reasons.”

You thought back to Erin's words and that was enough to make you angry again. She deserved it all right and you don't regret it even a bit.

“She's still your ex girlfriend…”

“I know.”

You noticed the way his expression didn't change a bit at the mention of her, he had no reaction. He was more worried about your hand then her. “You don’t care she was here?”.

He remained silent for a moment, observing you for a few moments and then shook his head slightly. “Not one bit, I told I wouldn’t care if she came back. I know it's a bad thing to say, but that's how it is.”

“But you were together until a few days ago how can you not care?” You were so confused.

“I’m the one broke up with her, after all. I think it's normal.”

It wasn’t but still.

It was your turn to widen your eyes and mouth in shock. Did you hear that right?

“What? Really?! I thought she was the one who left you.”

You never expected it, you really thought sue was the one who suddenly left him and not the other way around. You had so many questions to ask him but you didn't know whether to ask him or not, after all it was none of your business.

He nodded. “It wasn't fair to just go on with that relationship, not for me or for her.”

“And why’s that?” you asked, afraid to hear the answer. Your eyes were fixed on him and even with that little light they managed to shine and stand out. Your heart was pounding so hard you thought you were having a heart attack at any moment, the air suddenly became tense and every cell in your body seemed to be on fire.

“I…” he spoke “I have someone else in mind.”

Your pounding heart stopped for an instant and the thump in your stomach was such that you felt like you were about to throw up.

“Oh.”

That was all you could say. You tried to keep your expression neutral as if these short simple words hadn't hit you full in the face like a lorry. Being run over would’ve probably hurt less.

You swallowed the lump in your throat, biting the insides of your cheeks and pressing nails against your palms to avoid crying in front of him again.

You couldn't believe it, or rather, yes, you could believe it but you didn't imagine it would hurt so much. You couldn’t believe it was happening again. It was like Erin all over again.

Oh god no please, I can’t do this.

You wondered who she was. Was she someone you knew? He had never mentioned someone else yet you two talked about everything. Or almost everything.

You looked down rubbing your hands on your pants before standing up and walking over to the nightstand. Jay followed your movements with his eyes, watching you pour water into a glass before drinking it in one gulp.

“Do you want some?” you asked him, but without looking at him and keeping your eyes on the glass

“Yes, thank you,” he replied confused “Y/N… Are you okay?”.

“Sure,” you babbled as you grabbed another glass and poured some water into it. You handed it to him, never meeting his eyes. You couldn't look at him, not at the time. If you had done it you would’ve collapsed and you couldn't in front of him, you didn't want to.

He drank the water and the dryness in his throat finally went away, feeling suddenly better. He continued to look at you, noting how your head was turned towards the window.

“Y/N… Can you look at me please? What’s going on?” he pressed confused on your sudden change of mood.

You turned to him and gave him a quick glance, noticing the empty plastic cup in his hands. “Do you want some more?” You asked feebly as you reached up to him to take your glass but before you could pull away he grabbed your wrists, his grip both firm and delicate at the same time. You jumped, not expecting it, dropping the plastic glass on the floor.

“Look at me,” he urged but you refused, your eyes watering and the lump in your throat increasingly suffocating. A solitary tear slid down your cheek as he placed his thumb and forefinger under your chin, lifting your head and forcing you to look at him.

“Y/N talk to me please,” he whispered and his tone was so soft it was enough to send you over the edge. You lost control and started crying. He pulled you into a hug, wrapping his arms around your body as best as he could.

“No… Just let me go...” you muttered through your tears, trying to escape his grip. You couldn't do this, it was too much for you, too much to bear. You just wanted to run away in that moment, to be away from him.

“Shh, it's okay darling, it's okay. I'm here with you, I'm not going anywhere,” he whispered in your ear as his hand stroked your back in an attempt to cheer you up. But he couldn't do it.

This was all so paradoxical. He was the only person on earth able to understand you, to make you feel better with a single hug and with the mere presence of him and it was paradoxical because, at the same time, he was also the cause of your suffering.

“N-no Jay…” you stammered, pulling away from his embrace “Please let me go. Don't do this to me. Stop doing this to me...”

You stood up and walked away from him, wiping your tears with the backs of your hands. “I can't take it anymore Jay, I can't do this again.”

“Doing what? Y/N please come here. Talk to me,” he begged you.

Is he serious?

You shook your head and wordlessly walked to the door to leave, but when you heard movement behind you you whirled around to see Jay taking off the covers from his body and climbing out of bed.

“What are you doing? No! Get back to bed,” you ordered, your cheeks still wet with tears, running towards him when his feet hit the ground and tried to get up. He grabbed your wrists again, pulling you towards him and placing you between his legs. “Jay…”

“Tell me what's going on and I'll let you go,” his voice was firm and decisive and his tone hinted he’d live up to his words even if it meant trudging all the way out of the hospital.

“Jay for fuck’s sake why can’t you just understand? You really don't see it? You really can’t see I can’t take all of this anymore? You really can't see how much I fucking love you and how much I care about you! I can't do it anymore Jay, I really tried with Erin… I tried to help you, to be supportive… I tried but I can't take it a second time… I can’t…” You blurted out in the heat of the moment but slapped your mouth with your hands as soon as you realized what you had just said. You wished a hole would open in the ground and the earth would swallow you alive.

Jay was looking at you as if he had just seen a ghost and the silence that had invaded the room was almost deafening. You didn't expect an answer, you knew he wouldn't say anything, but God it was so still painful.

“Y/N… I…” he stammered, speechless.

“Jay… Don't worry, seriously,” you interjected trying to keep your composure even if you were feeling a storm inside “I know you don't feel the same and it's fine, I'm sorry for telling you like this…” you croaked, your voice broken by tears “But now it's better if I go... You need to rest.”

The grip around your wrists loosened and you took the opportunity to free yourself away. You took a few steps back, your heart heavy as Jay continued to stare at you petrified.

You were about to leave when, suddenly and against all your expectations, you felt a hand on your arm that made you turn around and a pair of lips pressed against yours.

Your eyes widened in shock as your mind tried to process what was happening. Time seemed to stop and even though his lips were touching yours so lightly it felt like they were just caressing each other, it was as if a storm had hit you full blown.

That kiss was light, sweet, as if he was testing your reaction but when you closed your eyes and returned it, that lightness was immediately replaced by the determination with which his mouth moved against yours.

His hands were on your face as you both let go and for an instant you forgot about everything around you, that you were in a hospital room, that a minute ago you had confessed his love for him. You wanted that kiss for so long. For so long you watched him from a distance and imagined what it would be like to have his lips on yours and now that you were really feeling it, god, it felt like heaven.

No image created in your mind could compare to the flock of butterflies flying in your stomach, to the feeling that kiss made you experience.

It was like thunder hit you, like an explosion of rainbows, like being electrocuted, like being burned alive.

You wanted so badly to find the right words to describe what you felt but you just couldn't.

Jay slid his fingers from your cheeks through your hair, deepening the kiss more and more, forgetting the wound on his lip and all the pains that coursed through his body. Your hands clenched the hospital gown he wore into a fist, being careful not to touch him even though your mind was completely racing.

He was kissing you fervently now, passionately, as if his life depended on it, as if he wanted to suck your soul out of your body. And that was exactly how you felt. If you didn't know him better, you would’ve said he was kissing you as if he too had wanted it for a long time, as if he was trying to vent all the frustration that had accumulated over time.

When you pulled away you were both out of breath like after a marathon. His hands stroked your hair before brushing your cheeks as his thumbs traced imaginary circles on your skin. His nose kept brushing yours and you didn't know how you managed to stand, your legs feeling like jelly.

“You didn't ask me who she is,” he whispered and if he wasn't already hurt you probably would’ve punched him. How could he say such a thing? How could he kiss you and then say that?

“Jay what the fuck...” you tried to walk away but he interrupted you.

“Ask me Y/N. Ask me who’s the person I always have in my mind. Who is the woman I left Erin for.” His eyes kept alternating between yours and your lips trembling and flushed and a little swollen from that impetuous kiss.

“Fuck you! No, I don't want to know! How can you say this!”.

“Shh,” he smiled slightly as his thumb traced the outline of your lips. How could he smile in such a situation and be so heartless? “Please Y/N. Trust me. Ask me.”

“You are such an asshole Jay, I can't believe this…”

“It's you,” he cut you off again and you froze, not believing you heard right.

“W-what?”.

“It’s you. You’re the person who’s constantly on my mind, you are the one who invades my thoughts from the moment I wake up in the morning until I close my eyes at night. I couldn't continue with her, I tried, I tried to ignore it, but you were always there in front of me, always in my head even when you weren't there,” he confessed “When I realized you were the one I want, that it was you who made my heart beat more than anyone else ever did… Fuck, I can’t even talk with you looking at me like this,” he stopped, pressing his fingers on your skin, as if to vent the built up tension.

“I realized it was you when the thought of losing you terrified more than I could even admit, when seeing her didn’t make me turn my stomach or lose my breath like it happen with you,” he paused, taking a small breath, winching at the pain “I didn't know what to do, how to behave with you, I didn't know if you felt the same and I didn't want to risk ruining our friendship and losing you, I preferred a thousand times to have you only as a friend than not to have you at all in life. But, shit, I love you too so much you stupid…” he sighed, his confession heavy in the air and at that point the tears flowed like rivers down your cheeks which he quickly wiped away with his thumbs “It was always you, always and only you and I’m so sorry i realized it so late, I’m so sorry I didn’t realize how you were feeling and made you suffer like that, I will never forgive myself for that. I don't want to see you cry anymore, I don't want to see a single tear come out of these beautiful eyes again, okay? I'm yours Y/N, if you want me I'll be forever and irrevocably yours.”

You didn't know what to say.

You didn't know what to do.

You have never been in such a state of total shock like in that moment.

A thousand questions crossed your mind but you couldn't find an answer to any of them.

“Jay,” you exhaled in frustration, still crying “I don't want to suffer, I don't want to go to sleep crying anymore, I'm so tired of this. I can't… I love you, god, how much I love you. You… You make me lose my mind, my heart goes crazy for you but I also know I don't want to suffer and even if I'm in love I don't want to keep my eyes closed and be naive,” you spoke, your eyes locked in his “You just got out of a relationship and I don't want to think I'm a rebound…”

“But you're not baby, I swear you will never be. You are all I want…” he urged “I left her because I want you Y/N.”

“Jay this doubt won’t make me live peacefully. The moment I’ll be in a relationship with you, I want us to start it without interruption, without risks, without fears, without ghosts of the past,” you retorted “You can’t imagine how many times I wished for this to happen, more than you’ll ever know, but I don’t want it to be like this, not when you got out of a relationship two days ago.”

“Then I'll prove it to you, I promise Y/N. I want you, only you, forever. I understand you're scared and I promise I'll do anything to make this fear go away, I promise I'll do everything in my power to make you happy. I don't want to give up on you, not now that I know you feel the same. God I'd let you get into my head just to show you how much every single one of my thoughts are directed only and solely towards you.” He pulled your hands away from your cheeks just so he could intertwine his fingers with yours, bringing your hands up to your lips and kissing both of them, you eyes piercing your soul with their intensity.

“You’ll be mine, that's a promise.”

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ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ- tsireya x fem! ometikaya! sully! reader , chapter i.

ᥫ᭡ 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: okay! I’ve re-written so many fics for Tsireya in hopes to make a good series and i hope that this one will settle my need! (reader is lo’ak’s twin sister!<3)

ᥫ᭡ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: You catch Tsireya’s eye- and from that moment on you are her focus- as the same happens when you see her. Of course love blossoms quickly with the friendly Metkayina, even if you both don’t understand the deeper meaning.

On pandora, love was an important concept. True love; real or not, meant the world to both the na’vi who harbored the feelings and those who bore witness to such. With clan leaders such as the olo'eyktan and tsahìk, their children are more likely to be put into arranged marriage’s.

To you, love wasn’t exactly something you were looking forward to. from a young age, you weren’t being trained to be the future tsahìk by your grandmother, Mo’at, as your sister Kiri has filled that role. You weren’t taking after your father as olo'eyktan, hence you did not spend time becoming a warrior like your brother, Neteyam. You felt as though you and your twin brother, Lo’ak, were being shoved in the middle between the eldest children and the younger child with no responsibilities to fulfill other than watch dog and babysitter. Your life in the forest was not filled with responsibilities to uphold or successes to achieve- and even when the sky people returned and your clan had to retreat to the hidden rocks of the hallelujah mountains- labeled High camp, your job was to watch over Tuk and listen to your grandmother and sister- although Tuk took an interest in Tsahìk medicine and had spent her time away, learning with mo’at and kiri. Lo’ak was still a watch dog, yet this time he was able to leave High Camp to join the war party with your older brother, the two spending much time together. You felt out of place, there was no duty for you to fulfill, and you weren’t raised to talk about who you were to marry like Neteyam and Kiri were.

Love was not a factor you’d thought much about, it was not in your mind- ever. You were too busy staying alive.

but, to young Tsireya, who is to succeed in her mother’s footsteps of becoming tsahìk, being forced to marry someone she did not know nor care for was something she’d hoped to never experience.

to the young tsakarem, love was a beautiful thing. Something special between two people that blossoms in the first few interactions of one another, it was a thing that lasts forever. being an important na’vi mostly gave Tsireya freedom to choose only men from her clan when she came of age if she did not find someone on her own sooner in her life. As the metkayina got older, she slowly discovered that it was not the male’s of the clan that her eyes were drawn to- it was the females. Their beautifully weaved chest pieces, their wonderful long hair, the softness of their eyes and smoothness of their tone- the feeling of a woman’s hand on Tsireya had her heart beating in a nervous, unfamiliar rhythm.

It was not that Tsireya did not find male’s in her clan to be unattractive, it is that the women had pulled her in closer. They’d caught her eyes away from the males and she didn’t know why. Her whole life, her mother and father had told her to find a mate, someone who could provide safety and children for her to bare, to create the next generation of leaders in Awa’atlu after her.

Tsireya could not mate with a woman. Hence, her internal conflict with herself lead to great confusion and irritation in the subject of future affairs. The tsakarem’s parents were due to notice their daughters reluctant attitude towards the subject of marriage, which was labeled as growth of the age and mood swings unlike any other. her parents had little idea of her troubles, and Tsireya couldn’t rely on anyone- not even her older brother, Ao’nung. This left her to swim in her feelings alone, wondering how she was to succeed as Tsahìk and lead a clan without a male by her side as she was raised to the accustomed idea.

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Tsireya’s day in her home, awa’atlu, had started off relatively normal- the bright planet that lit up pandora showing itself after hours of hiding- village life starting early at the sight of light.

She’d gone for a deep water dive, small pocket on her skirt in hopes to find shells to make jewelry with. But, her plans were ultimately abandoned when the sight of five, unfamiliar flying creatures flew overhead. Tsireya was confused at first by the sudden darkness from below the sea floor, but curiosity came moments after. The young reef girl called an ilu to her stead, sliding on the sea creature and making her way to the shore of her island. As she came from the water, The sight of her people crowding dark blue figures caught her eye.

Awa’atlu’s tsakarem was a curious girl, so Tsireya wasted no time in slipping off her Ilu and making her way over to the scene. The reef girl moved chunks of her curly black hair from a front her face, gently tossing it behind her head while scanning the area- when Her ocean blue’s caught sight of bright green ones already looking her way. She was fascinated by the color- she’d never seen green eyes on someone before. Continuing forward slowly, she adjusted her gaze to fixate on whose eyes they were.

Ocean eyes looked to the face of the alluring, bright greens. They belonged to a forest na’vi girl- and a beautiful one at that. the girls hair was long, half-braided with flower adoring the twirls of hair and hidden places behind her ears and braids as they cascade down her back while two shorter strands encased her face- she wore a short, woven shawl decorated with flowers and vines from the trees of pandora, her hips bore a brightly colored, slanted skirt alongside a brown, leather pouch and plants- and her tail had a flower vine woven around the top.

Tsireya had been so caught up in staring at the Ometikaya, she hadn’t realized her brother and his friend speaking rude words. She quickly divided her attention to the disrespectful boys, slapping the arm of a pointing Metkayina. “Rotxo, Ao’nung.” she needent finish her sentence, her tone being enough to shut down their insults towards the forest people.

Her gaze flickered back to the dark blue skinned girl, finding her already looking in her direction. Something about her eyes was strange, almost as though she could get lost in them just by looking. There was an unfamiliar feeling in her chest as they continued to connect their eyes, a different kind of sensation inside her. Almost alike to a flickering flame, tickling the wall of her heart as her Ocean like eyes stared into forest green ones.

Tsireya’s attention was torn from you when her father flew overhead on a Skimwing, causing you and the others of your family to duck in sight of a rather large animal above you.

the interaction between her father and yours was rather short, until her mother came along. Tsireya knew that her mother was very hard headed, a fierce woman who had no trouble speaking her mind and opinions to whom she found worthy of her voice- so she knew that as Tsahìk, she would be against allowing forest na’vi to stay with them, especially in this time of war.

although there were nasty words and disagreements spewing between the two groups, Tsireya was paying little attention to it all. Her gaze was fixated on you the whole time. Watching you, curiously eyeing you with an unreadable expression. Surely you were to have noticed, right? Tsireya had thought that perhaps she was being too obvious- but, while her blue eyes stare holes into you, you seemed unbothered- focused on what was ahead of you.

The tsakarem’s focused attention was torn when her older brother tagged her arm in motion for her to follow him as the olo'eyktan motioned them over after minutes of conflict between him and ronal.

“My son ao’nung, my daughter tsireya will show your children what to do.” Tsireya was ecstatic about the prospect of teaching you her ways and sharing with you her life- happy to have the opportunity to be an ocean teacher to those who are as unfamiliar with the sea as you, and she had the opposite reaction to the news as her defiant brother, Ao’nung- as he put up protest. “but father, do i have to?-“

“it is decided.” At that queue, Tsireya stepped forward with a wide smile on her face and looked to you, who seemed to be bashful about the situation as she took your hand in hers in welcome, speaking to you and your family. “Come, i will show you our village.”

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You and your siblings followed the reef girl around the village after she assisted your family in delivering their belongings to the new marui you were granted space with, your mother not very happy about the change.

Tsireya was pointing out many things to you all as you walked in the clear sand, shells poking from the small pellets every now and than. You were quite oblivious to the stares and glances you got from the chiefs daughter, her eyes constantly moving to look at you. She just seemed so friendly youd not noticed her constantly, unmoving gaze.

Your sister had noticed, though. As Kiri noticed many things about the way she looked to you and no one else.

“Come, we shall swim!” her tone was cheerful as she, her brother and the other village boy, Rotxo, dived into the clear water below a marui net. Your brothers followed suit as well- you and your sisters right after.

The water was cold on your skin at first- a chill running through your body for a split moment at the sudden change in temperature before it was normal- your eyes taking a moment to adjust to the underwater view as you followed alongside Lo’ak, who was latching onto you for stability. Even as a twin, he still latched onto you as you did him. You, lo’ak, neteyam and tuk followed after the Metkayina children underneath the water, the view from below the sea line was beautiful.

You watched with amazement as all kinds of small fish and sea animals swam around you all, hundreds of animal variety unlike any you’ve ever seen. The coral of the ocean was rough against your skin as you pushed on it for a boost through the heavy water. You looked down to see tsireya twist to view you, a big smile on her dimpled face as she watched you swim. Lo’ak pointed to them as words to follow them, of to which you did. watching the metkayina swim was like seeing a bird fly, they were such beautiful swimmers, you coming help but admire them. Lo’ak nudged your shoulder and you looked to him momentarily before you both began to swim towards the surface, heads releasing from the seas grasp as you gasp for air.

You stuck your face in the water, eyes looking down and meeting the ones who seem to find solace on you.

Tsireya made unfamiliar motions with her hands, fingers touching and holding up signs you did not understand the meaning to. You gave her a confused look, and she only smiled; using her arm to motion for you to come back and swim with them. sticking your head back up out of the water, you looked to tuk. “ready?” you asked with a small smile, looking to her nodding face as all four of you breathed in heavily once more, diving below the water towards the sea kids.

You swam down alongside tuk, who’d find solace on your arm. The reef kids swam much faster than you and your siblings, who were gliding though the water like feathers in the air. you reached your hand out on yet another set of coral, boosting yourself and tuk off of it- perusing suite after the metkayina. The fish swam around tuk, into her hair and making her giggle underneath the water- small air bubbles leaving her nose and mouth. You smiled at the sight, missing how Tsireya smiled at the sight of you.

Neteyam tapped your shoulder, pointing up to the surface in motion. You nodded, looking to the reef children as Lo’ak gestured for you all to get air as you began to swim towards the surface. the rim of the sea and the air came to view as all four of you swam up, gasping for air. Tuk had let go of your arm, moving to latch onto Neteyam.

Rotxo, Ao’nung and Tsireya had come to surface soon after you all. “are you alright?” Tsireya’s soft voice questioned, looking to you first before scanning your siblings. “you’re too fast, wait for us!” tuk placed a hand on her forehead and you brushed some hair from her eyes.

“just breathe, breathe.” Tsireya replied, and you noticed how she blinked, her nictitating membranes showing before her brother came to surf- “you are not good divers, maybe good at swinging through trees but-”

Tsireya placed a hit to his head, shutting him up. “come on bro,” lo’ak sigh out. “we don’t speak this finger talk,” Neteyam stated, motioned with his own hand. “yeah. we don’t know what you are saying.” You added, Tsireya looking at you in the eye as she replied. “I will teach you.”

“where is kiri?” Rotxo spoke up, looking around. “who?” ao’nung asked, obvious.

“kiri. where is kiri?”

“She is fine.” you replied to his question, “she adapts fast.” You smiled at Tuk when she nodded at your statement.

“We should probably find her.” Neteyam said, looking between all of you. You all dove back into the sea, now looking for your sister.

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“You must breathe,” Tsireya’s instructions were clear- her left hand on her chest and her right hand on her stomach, breathing in.

“Constrict your throat, so your breath sounds like the surf.���

“Breathe in slowly -- let your mind go clear -- breathe out slowly. imagine flicking a flame.”

you looked to Tsireya’s face, sneaking a peak through your blue eyelids. You were taken aback by her beauty. You’d been unexpressive about how you felt— it was a foreign feeling, after all.

“clearer with each breath. You must slow down your heartbeat. Breathe from down here.” Tsireya almost caught your eye, as you flickered it away quickly from her gaze as she opened her eyes to view you all- your pulse increasing.

Tsireya leant forward- putting a hand on your belly and one to your chest piece. You could’ve sworn you were blushing purple at her touch- looking elsewhere from her eyes.

“Breathe in —” you struggled to follow her instructions as she was so close in proximity, ears flickered up in concentration. “breath from down here,” her fingers pressed softly at your belly, hinting you breath from your stomach. Tsireya’s eyes were focused on your stomach, “breathe out slowly.” you did as instructed, looking down to her face as you exhaled under her command, eyes flickering between the pretty features that rest on her.

“y/n.. your heartbeat is fast.” she softly said, smiling at you. “sorry.” you breathed out a reply quickly, ears flickering downward as you bashfully looked away.

“try to focus.” you nodded your head at her words, looking forward. “breathe in - - and breathe out.” You missed Neteyam and Rotxo’s teasing looks at your interaction with the reef girl, while kiri knew her suspicions were correct and rolled her eyes at the two boys’ silliness.

“let your mind go clear.” You did as told, trying to focus on anything but how close her face was to yours. “Better.” she added, her hands removing themselves from your body slowly, trailing along your skin before she sat upright.

You didn’t know what shade you were, but by the look on Kiri’s face it was not blue. Coughing softly, you awkwardly tried to regain your composure and began to truly focus on your breathing, your seat beside Tsireya becoming one of true learning.

you continuously struggled with learning the Metkayina’s breathing techniques, you aren’t understanding the motions. Tsireya finds it difficult to teach when she has such strange feelings in her chest just as much as you find it difficult to learn from her with your own feelings.

It lead to to be behind the others, all your siblings learning how to hold their breath for minutes and minutes at a time while you were left alone to struggle with your failed technique, no matter how much Tsireya tried her hardest to assist you.

a heavy sigh left your dark blue lips, feet in the warm sand of one of Awa’atlu’s many beach shores. Kiri and tuk had gone off on an Ilu, Neteyam and lo’ak adventured out into the sea as well, and you chose not to go. Moments in silence were rare for members of your family- five kids, two protective adults. Especially as a Twin, lo’ak and yourself were bound by the womb. It isn’t everyday he leaves you, especially not in a new environment such as one surrounded by the ocean.

You’d suspected that the village children had gone with your siblings- but your accusation was shot down when you felt a soft tap of a finger pad on your shoulder. Snapping from your thoughts, you turned on your heal to face who was asking your attention- and was met only inches from the face of the village chiefs daughter. She smiled at you, her dimples were fully on display as you two made eye contact on the sandy shore, and you blinked a few times before smiling back, bashful at her grin.

“why are you not with the others?” she questioned you, her hands resting by her side. You shrugged, “I don’t know. I didn’t wanna go, i guess.” You mumbled, feet slightly digging into the sand. Tsireya’s gaze was one of deep meaning, it was almost as though you were on a strange before a thousand sets of eyes- but in reality, it was one pair that felt like thousands. “I see.” Your hand was torn from behind your back as a turquoise skinned one gripped it, “Come. I will show you something,” You followed after Tsireya as she dragged you along the beach line and into the sea shore forests, look back to you occasionally to be sure you followed after her.

The trees on Awa’atlu were pushed so close together you could almost name them as a small forest- but it didn’t make the category due to the many lines of water flowing through the ground at every turn and corner. You and Tsireya stepped in many shallow water lines on your way to a place you did not know of, but ultimately going with wherever it was she was so determined to take you.

“through here,” Tsireya’s voice was soft, her words so smooth it send a chill down your back. There was a wall of bright purple leaves littered with different shades and flowers, shells by the floor as a small stream of water passed through the wall. Tsireya released your hand, the feeling of her skin being torn off yours left your wrist to feel cold, almost hollow.

You looked back to her for reassurance, making sure you weren’t to make a fool of yourself if you walk through the leaves and into a rock hard wall. Tsireya understood your confusion, smiling while she stepped ahead of you, pushing the leaves out of her way and walking through the unfamiliar entrance to an unknown place. You watched as she disappeared behind the growth, and you nervously followed after, following in her footsteps to push the plants away from your path and stepping into the darkness.

when your hands dropped the leaves that were to entrance, the light of the outside was gone and the tunnel lit up- bioluminescent plants coating the walls, the floor of the natural rock tunnel was filled with half a foot of water, algae and other minerals littered on the ground of to which lit up the pathway. Tsireya smiled at your expression, wonder. “here,” she took your hand in hers, gently pulling you beside her. “I will show you more.” this time, you decided to hesitantly hold her hand as well- nervous she might flick you away- but she didn’t, acting as though she hadn’t noticed your actions as she continued to lead you forward.

Tsireya did notice your actions, and her heart was beating like a caged ilu inside her chest. The Metkayina had decided to take you to the only place on her island that could at least somewhat relate to the forests of pandora, in thought of your home.

another leaf wall came to sight, Tsireya taking you both through the plants as a beautiful sight was revealed- your eyes went wide, mouth agape at the beautiful sight. It was a small forest with close trees, the leaves and ground glowing with bioluminescent plants- water flooding into the floor from the tunnel you both retreated from. The trees were filled with many different kinds of leaves, glowing green sea grass twirling around the bases of the large plants and lighting the blue water a different shade of mixed combinations. The tsakarem watched your reaction like a predator to pray, inching off every twitch and twinkle on your face, every single moment of your skin.

“wow,” you breathed out, unknowingly still holding onto the reef girls hand as you admired the scenery around you. “this is sänrr nà’rìng, the glow forest. it is the closest thing on this island to your home.” Tsireya’s spoke aloud, grinning sweetly at you when you looked her direction. “come, i will show you one more thing.” as she led you down the water filled path of the makeshift forest, the algae highlighting each of your footsteps on your path. The forest was rather small, and you both came upon a small hut. confusion laced your features- a hut in the middle of a hidden forest?

Tsireya noticed your expression, giggling at the silly movements on your face. She released your hand and went into the lonesome marui, you following suit after. You revealed the inside of the hutch by pulling the leather weaved curtains from your view- and your eyes landed on a homey looking loft. Tsireya sat down in a seating pad, motioning for you to do the same beside her as she ruffled through some items that lay in a basket beside her form. You sat down, crossing your legs and brushing some hair from your face, watching her curiously.

over the span of a few minutes, tsireya had pulled out multiple pieces of twine, small beads and charms, some shells and even dried sea grass. You looked perplexed for a few moments before realization clicked, Tsireya handing you a few ornaments. “I will show you how to make jewelry.” Her smile was very big, as though she absolutely adored doing so. You grinned, scooting closer. “I love beading.” You said to her, watching her ears flicker and her eyes snap to you. “Me too. I adore it. I will show you how I do it, is that okay?” She asked you after sharing her love for jewelry as well, and you nodded strongly. “Of course.”

her smile only grew, her nimble fingers beginning to move around the twine as she spoke to you, the calling of the small animals, the light russel of the breeze and twinkle of the water the only sound other than you both listening to one another.

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[icabrth]

emergency management

pairings: misty quigley x fem!reader

summary: after the planecrash ___ gets seriously injured and misty is ready to take care of her.

warnings: planecrash, duh!🤣 blindness, mentions of gore.

a/n: misty is lowkey my fav..

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There was a sensation at your fingertips, a ringing in your ears and a darkness before your eyes. You blinked twice, attempting to regain your sight before even realizing what you was doing. The darkness had completely overcome you, and upon realizing that, you freaked the fuck out. You knew that you only had four senses left to work with; taste, touch, smell and sound. “___! Where are you!” You heard someone say. You could not talk, you couldn’t even move. Your efforts to make yourself known were futile as your body stayed still, paralyzed. Oh god, you thought. Is this how I’m gonna die? Just as you began to drown in your own thoughts, you heard the voice again.

“Where the fuck are you!” She screamed, desperate to find you. You recognized that voice, it was Misty.

“Mis-“ you managed to let out, leaving you immediately breathless. She didn’t hear me, you realized. And the thought of dying alone, paralyzed creeped up on you again. Now you were desperate. Adrenaline flowing through your veins, giving you strength. You gathered your remaining courage and managed to move your arm slightly, hoping for something, anything that would result in some kind of noise. Fortunately, luck was in your favor; your fingers ran through the autumn leaves on the ground, causing a rustling sound. It was quiet, so quiet that you had to stop your breathing for a second to hear it. But it was enough.

You heard the footsteps getting closer and you realized – you were saved. Misty was your savior.

Suddenly, you felt her hands on your shoulder, holding your head under her hands. Despite her hands being cold, your irrotational mind made her sound like a living heater, and you couldn’t help but lean into her touch. You unconsciously nuzzled your head into her forearms. Misty was unsure of what to do for a second, blood rushing to her cheeks as she blushed heavily. She didn’t know if you’d noticed or not. She scanned your frantic eyes that were looking anywhere but in her direction. She figured something was wrong with your eyesight, but that was a problem for another time.

She observed your situation; you half your body was stuck under a fallen tree and the rest must’ve been falling damage. “Holy macaroni, I gotta get help! Stay here!–“ she said, running over to the others.

“Guys, I found ___! She’s seriously hurt! Lottie, Nat, Taissa! Come with me!” She picked the strongest ones so they’d be able to carry you. They shared a few worried glances before heading over.

“Mist– please..” you muttered, the words coming out slurred. “Don’t worry, ___! I’m here and I brought help!” Misty assured you. In this instance, you had never been more thankful for her overly helpful or clingy personality. You felt cold and all you wanted was for someone to tell you that it was gonna be okay, to reassure you. And Misty never failed at that. She had brought a few tools in her backpack, including the axe she’d used to cut off coach ben’s foot. She was worried that she would have to amputate your leg as well. Nevertheless your entire downer body it was stuck under the tree.

The four of them eventually managed to lift the tree and get it off you, letting out sighs of relief as they saw no squished body parts. You did have some bruises and probably a few broken limps, but that was seemingly it. Misty couldn’t distinguish the relief she felt when she discovered she didn’t have to cut of any body parts. But there it was again..

“I can’t see! I can’t fucking see!” You yelled.

You had been laid closest to the campfire, positioned randomly between Jackie and Nat. After realizing something might’ve been wrong with your eyes, Misty got her flashlight to check your visual acuity. As expected, your eye sight was entirely gone. She figured there was something wrong with the optic nerve. She gathered the others and told them about her discovery, and they decided against telling you for now. They looked at your unconscious figure, taking in your unsteady breathing, knotted eyebrows, and dried tear stains. Shauna had this theory that too much tragic news in such a short time period could kill you and (although it was probably bullshit) neither of them wanted to tell you.

“We’ll just tell her it’s temporary or something.. just let her get used to it before we break it to her.” Jackie said, staring down at you. The two of you had been pretty close before the accident, and it pained her heart to see you like this. She needed you hear, mentally. Although she did have Shauna, she began to think she wouldn’t be her biggest ally going forward. “Yeah, if we even survive more than two days out here.” Natalie scoffed. Jackie turned to face her with a frown but she was already looking at the campfire, unbothered by her reaction.

Suddenly, a loud gasp shot everyone awake, followed by your heavy breathing and pained whimpers. Hour hands reached out desperately for something, or someone to hold. The sound of your teammates talking quoted and all you could hear was the fire sizzling. Before you knew it, Misty was crouched down beside you. “It’s okay, you’re okay!” She assured, brushing a strand of hair out of your sweaty face. The others looked at her for a second; they hadn’t seen her act like this around the coach, or any of the others. She seemed so incredibly desperate to assure you, give you some kind of comfort.

“Where- where am I?” You exhaled. No answer.

She rested her palm upon your forehead to feel your temperature, a worried expression replacing the excitement she had felt at your awakening. “She’s burning up! Quick, get me some blankets or something!” She instructed and the others hurried to find something to keep you warm. They didn’t question her commands, she knew what she was doing. You huffed. It unsettled you slightly how she kept talking about you as if you weren’t there, especially not that you couldn’t see; it made you feel like some sick dog.

“Misty, I’m right here.. what happened?” You asked her. You attempted to sit up straight, but she pushed u back gently. “You should stay still for a bit – you broke a few bones here and there, but you’re gonna be okay.” She said. The others came with a few blankets and placed them over your cold, shivering body. Misty gave them a nasty glare, saying how this didn’t place it properly. She wrapped the layered blankets more securely around your body.

It eventually got dark, and everyone started preparing mattresses to sleep on. Misty stared at the night sky, the starts shining through the thick threes. She wished so badly that you could see it and share this moment with her. The fire was still burning, but she figured it was only a few minutes until it burned out. You couldn’t sleep, laying awake with your eyes open, hoping that suddenly your sight would come back. You had realized on your own that there was something wrong with your eyes, and judging by the silence whenever you’d ask about it, it was bad.

But now, you were starting to feel scared. All you could see was pitch black and now all you heard was animal sounds in the background. Without thinking it over, you called out for the girl.

“Misty?” She immediately looked at you again, “Yeah? What’s wrong?” She whispered. “Could you..” you muttered. You suddenly realized how pathetic you sounded. Fuck it, you thought. “Could you hold me?” You finally said. You were glad you couldn’t see, scared of what her face would be like at your sudden request. But she understood. “Of course.” Was all she said before carefully placing herself beside you.

She moved her arm around you and suddenly you felt so safe, comforted. The gesture was so small, yet you had been so touch starved. Your body stiffened at her touch at first, but warmed up to it quickly. You felt her curls against the side of your face, along with her forehead resting on your shoulder. You slowly fell asleep, forgetting all about what happened…

The girl lay awake for awhile, watching you. Just hours before this she was a complete loser. But now she felt like she had everything. She had always had a bit of a crush on you but always brushed it off as she figured you were too good for her. Everybody was not just happy, but grateful for her presence. It felt amazing, euphoric almost. She didn’t ever want to go back to reality, she needed to make sure nobody came to save you guys.

In her mind, the team could develop some kind of society here; a judge-free, high-school-free place. A whole new world where the two of you could be together, surrounded by your friends. Little did she know how things would turn out.

#yellowjackets x reader #yellowjackets #misty quigley #quigley #jackie tyler #x reader #imagine #request

[why-what-no]

Bitten The Apple

Pairing: Lucifer x Fem!Angel!Reader

Warnings: Smut, Corruption kink. This is super dirty. I’m very gay for the Devil and I probably need therapy

Summary: Lucifer desires the Angel who was sent to their realm to deliver a message, and Lucifer will always get what they desire. This fic is similar to Fall For Me, Angel, except this time I’m not holding back on adding smut.

Requested by: @acrystalrosebroken, but this one was mainly for myself

It had been several days since (Y/N) had arrived in Hell. Several days since she had come to deliver a message and got convinced by the Ruler of Hell to stay a while longer.

Lucifer, to their credit, had been making it worth her while. Showering her with compliments and giving her wonderful company. If (Y/N) was honest with herself, she’d admit that she was quite tempted to accept Lucifer’s invitation to stay.

However, she had to maintain her strength, knowing that she couldn’t betray Heaven like Lucifer did. She was better than that. No matter how warm she felt in Lucifer’s company.

No matter how much she loved being the one to make Lucifer laugh.

Recently, though, another feeling had been taking over (Y/N). A feeling directly caused by Lucifer. She knew what it was, knew it was arousal. But she hated how easily it was triggered by Lucifer.

When they would put their hand on her back to guide her somewhere.

When they would stand over her.

When they would kiss her. Taking her breath away and leaving her feeling that bone deep arousal.

Lucifer knew, (Y/N) knew that they knew. The tauntingly sweet smiles they’d give her with their hand rested on her leg. Their thumb rubbing circles over her thigh. What (Y/N) didn’t know was why the Devil was playing this game?Why Lucifer didn’t just take what they wanted?

And would (Y/N) deny them? It would be a true betrayal of heaven to let Lucifer take her body. But as she looked at the stunning and corrupted being in front of her, (Y/N) was finding it harder to care.

“What are you thinking of, my dear?” Lucifer asked, circling (Y/N) like a hawk.

“Nothing.” She quickly denied, as Lucifer stopped moving and stood behind her. One of their hands was in (Y/N)’s shoulder, the other brushing through her hair. The two of them were alone, a thought that kept bouncing around in (Y/N)‘s head.

“Good Angels don’t lie.” Lucifer’s words sent a jolt of arousal through (Y/N) body. “Tell me, what you were thinking?”

“I…”

“What were you imagining me doing to you?”

The quiet gasp that left (Y/N)‘s mouth gave her away. Lucifer knew, that was confirmed. They knew what (Y/N) was feeling, waiting so long to say anything.

“I don’t know.” (Y/N) had to be honest. “Anything?”

Lucifer couldn’t help but laugh of the cluelessness and desperation of the little Angel. Not so pure anymore, and begging for the Devil’s touch. “It’s okay, my dear.” They sat down on their throne. “Come here, I’ll make it better.”

When (Y/N) came closer, Lucifer pulled her onto their lap.

Facing away from them, their back pressed to Lucifer’s chest as the Devil used their strength to rip open the front of the angel’s dress. She was now completely bare in the front with the remains of the dress held up by the sleeves.

Utterly vulnerable, practically naked. Shame burned her cheeks. But a traitorous sense of arousal made her core clench at the thought of being discovered like this.

“There you go.” They chuckled. “Do you want me to touch you now?”

(Y/N) was dizzy from the anticipation and arousal. “I… yes? Yes.”

“Beg me.”

“Please.” (Y/N) obeyed, begging. “Please touch me.”

She couldn’t help but realize how pathetic she was being. (Y/N) was supposed to be an Angel, powerful and godly. But here she was in the devil’s lap, Lucifer’s fingers running up her leg to play with her cunt.

Leaning back in pleasure, she whimpered against Lucifer’s throat. Their teasing touch like torture on her folds.

“You’re so wet, my dirty little thing.” Taunted Lucifer. “You wanted me so badly that you’re soaking my fingers.”

“Lucifer…”

Tears were filling her eyes at the pleasure she was receiving. The Ruler of Hell rubbing circles over her cunt.

But Lucifer ignored her whimpering. Only listening to the gasps (Y/N) let out when Lucifer pinched her clit. They couldn’t help but grin at (Y/N), wanting to keep her desperate and begging in their lap forever.

This angel belonged to Lucifer now, that was easy to see. As Lucifer slipped two fingers into her heat, they used their other hand to wrap around her throat.

Not choking her. Not hurting her. But making sure that (Y/N) knew who owned her.

Pumping their fingers inside of (Y/N), Lucifer whispered in their ear. “You aren’t going back to heaven after this, are you? You’d miss this too much.”

She let out a moan, knowing how right Lucifer was. “I…”

“You’re mine now, not his. Tell me you belong to me.”

“I… I ca-”

“Say it, and I’ll let you come.”

(Y/N) gave in. “I’m yours. I’m yours.”

As soon as she admitted that, Lucifer fulfilled their promise, letting her come. The Devil watched, entertained as (Y/N) moaned and tensed up.

But Lucifer didn’t stop, still playing with (Y/N)‘s cunt. “Lucifer, please.” (Y/N) moaned, overstimulated from her very first orgasm. She wasn’t sure if she was asking Lucifer to continue or stop, too brain dead from the fingerfucking.

“You begged me for this, angel.” Lucifer chuckled as her lover shuddered against them. As her face twisted in pleasure. “You can give me one more.”

As the devil touched her, rubbing her clit and plunging their fingers into her heat, they continued to whisper to (Y/N).

“Look at you, spread out for the Ruler of Hell. What would your fellow angels say if they saw you like this.”

“Pathetic little girl, begging me to play with your pretty little pussy.”

“I will not let anyone else touch you, you’re mine. I am the only being that gets to take you apart like this.”

(Y/N) came for the second time, collapsing against Lucifer and breathing heavily. The little angel was completely weak from the pleasure Lucifer had wrung out of her.

The Ruler of Hell stroked her hair. “I don’t plan to let you leave now, I hope you know that.”

“Where would I go if you did?” (Y/N) had a point. The angel had sinned, her purity ruined. But she had no desire to repent, no desire to leave Lucifer and the feelings that they gave her.

Lucifer smiled at that, holding (Y/N) against their chest and standing up. “I’ll make you my queen, Angel.” They took (Y/N) to their bedchambers, letting their lover rest after her first orgasm.

“I’ll teach you all the pleasures that those in heaven tried to keep you away from.”

(Y/N) had bitten the apple and there was no turning back. But she didn’t want it any other way. There were no regrets when there was pleasure like what she was feeling.

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[buckyownsmylife]

friendzone - chapter 2

The one where director!reader is forced to work alongside her new work crush and the idiot who broke her heart

For general warnings and author’s notes, please go to the fic’s masterlist.  

“Let’s go.” Chris was barely even out of the building and she was already turning the other way, practically running towards the nearest empty room while I stood there unsure of what to do.

Was she even calling out to me? Or did she just want to get away?

It struck me how little it mattered to me. Either way, my feet followed her path as if connected to her intentions, and not my own. “Take off your clothes,” were the first words she told me once I was inside the studio where we were supposed to be filming for the day. 

It was only once they were out of her mouth that she seemed to understand what she’d said.

“I’m being such an idiot.”

“You could never be an idiot.” My mouth also worked faster than my brain, somehow managing to snap hers shut in the middle of the explanation she was no doubt about to latch onto. 

For a second, we just stood there, staring at one another. Trying to connect the dots of what was going on. And then we just both burst into laughter. “I’ll have to admit,” I offered to go first, still between holding in my chuckles, “It’s an awkward position to be in, I’ll give you that.”  

Again, time seemed to stand still. I could feel her eyes on me, but I couldn’t speak. Avoiding her eyes, I looked at the floor as I waited for the inevitable question,

“What do you mean?”

The truth? I didn’t know. Ever since I met her, back in the casting process, something just seemed to click within me. I wanted to get to know her better, I wanted to become close to her.

But then her ex was hired and I forced myself not to think about it.

The first few weeks went by okay. The chemistry was still there - we laughed and we chatted and when we were alone after the filming crew had gone home, we talked - really talked: real conversations, like the ones I couldn’t remember having after this acting gig blew up.

The fight to become a respected filmmaker as a woman made her someone strong, but she’d always been interesting. The stories she told me about college, how she discovered her love for directing, it all spoke to me deeply… it felt as if her story was written for me, a rare book only I would get the pleasure to uncover.

I’d forgotten about the lives we had outside of each other’s company often. Hearing about Chris’ engagement to the movie resolved that. But if I initially thought it was going to hurt, seeing the former lovebirds reacquaint themselves, and having to witness their flame rekindle, I ended up hurt for a completely different reason.

Turns out she didn’t want anything to do with Chris. But in her efforts to shut him out, she did the same to me.

“Don’t worry about it,” I insisted, scared to overstep and diminish whatever was left of the bonds of friendship we’d carefully crafted earlier in the Summer. But if there was anything I’d learned about her in the time we spent together, it was that she never gave up.

“Tell me.” Tenacity should be her middle name, and just the thought of calling her Tenacious T had me smiling, which in turn made her smile too, as she approached me just to poke me. “C’mon!”

“You won’t believe me.” I managed to say despite the tickles attack she’d resorted to. It had me bending down to escape her, but my feet remained solid, in the same spot. I was right where I wanted to be. 

“Try me.” I tried to consider it for a few seconds, but she didn’t seem to want me to think about it at all. “C’mon, Henry. Tell me!” The smile I sent her this time wasn’t nearly as happy. It had her defenses lowering, as she finally stopped moving and stood there staring at me, a question mark perfectly visible in her expression.

“How about instead of being selfish, I tell you something else?” I was the one who crossed the last of the distance between us, pulling her into my arms so I could feel her body against mine. “I’m here for you,” I whispered against her ear, hands rubbing her back in an effort to see her relax, at last.

“Do you want to talk?” I asked once I felt comfortable releasing her - although if it were up to me, I’d stay hugging her forever. She avoided my eyes but nodded in response, and so I reached out to take her hand, guiding us to a couch nearby. It was only ever used in the breaks between scenes, but today, I had a pretty strong feeling it’d be put to good use.

“I don’t know what to say,” she admitted the second we were both seated. She had one leg bent under her body, which was turned completely to me. “He’s just so infuriating.” And there it was - the moment it all changed; when she confided in me her feelings about another man, and I became the friendly figure I’d wanted to avoid as I fell hopelessly in love with her.

“I can see that.” I didn’t want to remain silent, so I opted to find encouraging words to keep her motivated to unpack everything Chris had brought onto her. She nodded at my words, but it seemed automatic, almost instinctive. “Why do you think he decided to join the movie?”

She didn’t need to tell me about his interference - her expression on his first-day filming was more than enough for me to figure out that she truly didn’t want him there. “Oh, he just enjoys messing up with me.”

But I knew it was more than that. “I don’t think that’s it,” I dared to interrupt her train of thought. “You know, love is always selfish. Always. And he loves you.” I didn’t say that I understood that from my own experience, and she didn’t question it.

“What a fucked up way to show it.” Her response made me laugh. I agreed with her, but didn’t find it necessary to parrot her sentiment. Here I was, trying to show her the same sentiment in a completely different way, and I was still being an egocentric son of a bitch.

What she needed was a friend. And I’d be anything for her, even if it hurt me in the process.

“You deserve someone who’ll take care of you.” It was all I allowed myself to say, in the height of my pain. But when she looked up at me from under her eyelashes, the butterflies that erupted in my lower belly were more than enough to keep the sweet sentiment of falling in love still alive.

“Like you?” She questioned, and there was no irony in the words. No innuendo, no judgment. The sentence came alive as hope itself, and the butterflies took flight inside of me, giving me the confidence not to answer with words of my own, but with a kiss.

I leaned down to connect our lips, and the butterflies broke free. This was always meant to be: her and me, together at last.

Who could blame a fallen man for allowing himself to get carried away? A kiss was all it took for my mind to lose its way. The simple meeting of lips became sensuous - and from then to something more, it was only the matter of having her over my lap, hips swerving in a rhythim only the two of us could hear.

It was the beating of our hearts, in unison at last.

//

I was so fucking horny.

Fighting with Chris all day, every day, was taking a toll on me - and I hadn’t even realized it until I saw the lust in Henry’s eyes.

I’d forgotten I could be an object of desire to someone other than the man who’d cheated on me.

Henry’s kisses were hungry - it felt like he couldn’t believe that this was happening, that I was really there, on his lap, biting his lower lip and pressing myself as close to him as possible. They were precisely the balm I needed to get over this - get over Chris and his stupid fucking smirk.

So I dove right into Henry, hoping to forget all about the hurt and anger that had taken over my life. With his hands rubbing my back, it was hard to remember anything else, much less the real reason why I was right there, making out with the main actor of my movie, instead of directing his scenes like I should be doing.

I didn’t even mind that there were people right outside of the room we were in - people who could walk in at any moment and see exactly what it was that we were doing. All I could focus was on Henry and how delicious it felt to rub myself on that hardness I felt underneath me…

“We should stop.” It all came to a screeching halt once he pulled away from me, hair messed up from when I’d run my nails over his scalp, his chest rising and falling from breathing pretty hard.

I wanted to stay. I wanted to keep kissing him, perhaps even in other places… But he was right. I was doing this for the wrong reasons, at the wrong time, and he deserved more than that.

“Okay,” I agreed and climbed down from his lap with as much dignity as I could muster at the moment. We both took a few seconds fixing up our appearances, and I tried not to look too smug as I caught him trying to hide his boner, but he still saw me.

And we both burst into laughter at the same time.

“This shouldn’t feel weird…” I trailed off, scratching the back of my neck. Unfortunately, it seemed to make Henry concerned, for he instantly jumped out of the couch and reached for my hands.

“I hope this won’t change our relationship…” He started, to which I immediately interrupted with, “I hope it does.” It took him a few seconds to get it, but once he did, the most gorgeous smile known to humankind appeared on his lips.

“Well, since you think that way… What about if we go on a date?” The question surprised me. Egoistically, I hadn’t thought about being with Henry on a romantic level - but now it was too late to back out.

“How about we go right now?” I shrugged, already looking for my bag. “I’m the boss, anyway. I’ll just say I’m feeling uninspired and in need of some one-on-one time with my muse.”

“And your muse is me?” He questioned, amusement clear in his tone and face. I simply nodded.

“Who else would it be? Let’s go!”

It was only later in the evening, once he’d walked me to my hotel, that I started to really think about what had happened, and the implications of what could transpire between us. I’d been involved with an actor before, and it hadn’t ended well for me.

But was Henry really anything like Chris? It didn’t seem that way…

“Where the fuck were you?” My ex’s voice surprised me right as I was opening the door to my hotel room, and I turned around to find him sitting on the hallway, apparently waiting for me.

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Forget Me Not

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader 

Characters: Aaron Hotchner, Emily Prentiss, JJ, Spencer Reid, Penelope Garcia, Derek Morgan (mentioned), David Rossi (mentioned).

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Graphic Depictions of Illness, Hanahaki Disease

Summary:  After pining for your boss since you joined the FBI, you were pretty sure that nothing would come of it until something happens one night at Rossi’s.

When it finally seems like he loves you back, he tells you that it was a mistake, leaving you heartbroken. The pain only gets worse for you once you begin coughing up petals.

Word Count: 5.7k

A/N: Something you may discover about me and my writing is I live for the drama. Dramatic tropes? My favorite. So here's a hanahaki fic.

Suggestive Themes / Minors DNI

You really thought it was just a cold. Just something you’d picked up from an airport while the BAU jet was unavailable for a few days and you all got on a commercial flight to Ohio.

The coughs were small at first. As though there was nothing but a small obstruction to your day to day life. You thought it would wear off quickly, but after a week of cough drops, special tea with honey from Penelope, and following Spencer’s instructions for how best to get rid of a cough, it wasn’t letting up. It was only getting worse as days went on. Everyone told you to get rest over the weekend, so you did.

The following Monday, when you had come in early feeling okay, Hotch came in to find you nearly choking on water in the break room, desperate to get over a coughing fit that left you struggling to breathe. He dropped his briefcase on the floor and rushed over to you, putting your arms over your head to increase your lung capacity and trying to get you to breathe with him. When he finally got you to breathe normally and calm down, he told you to take the day off, and see a doctor when you got the chance. He looked worried, but you knew better than to believe that…

While you usually listened to Hotch, you didn’t like the doctor. And you still felt too upset with him over what had happened a month ago to listen to any advice for your personal life.

You got various texts throughout the day asking how you were, asking where you were, etc. You responded to them but were too tired to hold up a conversation. Penelope brought you dinner, and stayed to eat it with you so you wouldn’t be alone. You appreciated it immensely. After she left, you coughed up blood onto the mahogany floor of your living room. You called in sick the next day, too.

After bouts of coughing and barely leaving your couch, you asked Emily if she’d make plans after work to take you to the doctor tomorrow. She said yes, knowing how much you’d hate to go alone.

Around two in the afternoon that same day, you coughed up a soft blue petal into your palm. Picking up your phone with your non-stained hand, you called Emily.

“Em?” your voice shook as you spoke. “I think I need to go to a doctor today instead of tomorrow. Is-is that okay?”

You could hear her shuffling paper around, and Spencer’s voice was distant in the background. “Y/n, you’re crying,” she said lowly to avoid being heard by everyone nearby. “What happened?”

You’d barely registered the tears running down your face as you stared at the dainty little petal in your hand.

“I coughed up a flower petal,” you whispered, barely able to believe it yourself.

She didn’t speak for a moment.

“Fuck,” she murmured. “I’ll be right there.”

“Please, don’t tell him,” you begged her.

“I need to tell Penelope. She can get me a fake doctors note. And she’s going to want to help, she’ll want to do as much research as she can on it,” Emily rambled.

“Okay, just make sure she doesn’t tell him either. Please.”

“I know, I know. I’ll be there soon, okay?”

“Okay.”

She hung up fast, leaving you all alone with your thoughts. With the knowledge that you would die unless you got the surgery, removing both the infection and your memories of him.

God, you felt so stupid. How could you have let yourself fall in love with him?

You got up to wash your hands in the sink, to get rid of the blood, but as you watched that petal circle the drain, the feeling of dread overwhelmed you as you tried to face the facts.

You had Hanahaki disease.

And he didn’t love you back.

*

Emily and Penelope were sitting across the table from you in your apartment the following night, watching closely as you took a sip of your warm tea.

The whole day and the day prior had been spent at several doctors offices and pharmacies as Emily and Penelope both insisted on multiple opinions. You ended up with three different medications for the hanahaki, and one anxiety medication to dull the constant state of panic that you were in.

The doctors said that if you kept taking your medication and kept yourself in good condition without exacerbating your emotional distress, you could do fairly well for a while. It’ll be mostly normal, apart from some coughing fits and some blue flower petals.

Turns out your flower is “scorpion grass,” also known as “Forget Me Nots.” Dainty blue flowers that were said to symbolize true love and respect for someone.

You could practically hear Spencer’s voice in your head as you thought about it. Hiding it from him would be tough. Hiding it from profilers in general would be tough. That’s why Emily and Penelope were trying to get as much information out of you as possible.

“It is Hotch, right?” Penelope asked after a long stretch of silence.

“Penelope!” Emily scolded slightly from next to her.

“What? I just wanted to double check…”

“It’s fine, Pen. It’s fine. But yes,” you sighed deeply, looking down at the table. “It’s Hotch.”

“C-could we tell him? Maybe there’s a chance that he-“

“There isn’t a chance,” you spoke quickly, cutting Penelope off. “He told me himself,” you murmured.

“He what?!” Emily raised her voice and nearly stood up from her chair.

“Remember that dinner party at Rossi’s? A month ago?” They both nodded their heads. “Well, later into the night, Rossi decided he was going to go to bed and told anyone still there that they could stay as long as they wanted. The only people left were Derek, Spencer, Hotch, and me. Derek drove Spencer home not long after that, and Hotch and I were trying to clean up to help out Rossi… I don’t know exactly how it happened, but we ended up on the couch…”

Penelope and Emily were both staring at you in shock as you relived that night. His large hands on your hips, his lips on your neck… How happy you had felt in that moment.

It was no secret that you’d been into him for a long time. There was something so undeniably attractive about him. He was stern yet caring, and he knew when to be authoritative and when to be a friend. When you first joined the BAU, you stuck by him for a lot of your first cases, and he was there for you every step of the way. It was all of the little things he did for you that made you notice. The way he remembered how you liked your coffee, or how he remembered to send you home in time to make it to that restaurant you liked so much before it closed. The way he led you in the field, trying to increase your confidence so you could stand on your own two feet. The way he looked at you as if he’d jump in front of a bullet for you.

You didn’t expect him to feel the same towards you, and when he kissed you that night at Rossi’s, it felt as though everything fell into place all at once. As though you belonged in his arms, and under him, and against his lips…

That was until he made it clear that you didn’t belong there…

“I don’t know what happened… but he just started staring down at me, and he got up like he was in a huge hurry to leave… and he told me that the entire thing was a mistake and that he was sorry,” you finally finished retelling it, your voice getting progressively quieter throughout.

A mistake. To him, you were a mistake.

You could feel a burning in your lungs as tears dropped onto the wooden dining table, and you started coughing. Penelope got up and came over to you, trying to get you to drink more tea. You didn’t manage to catch the coughing fit in time, and a few petals made their way out of your mouth before you could get a drink and calm down again. Penelope rubbed your back with one hand while Emily stayed staring at you from the other side of the table.

“I’m so sorry, y/n,” Emily said quietly. “I didn’t… I really thought he…” she sighed, not sure how to finish her thought.

“You could still get the surgery,” Penelope offered.

You took a deep breath, not looking at her. “I could, yeah, but… what would that mean for everyone else? Who would I become?”

“There are some cases where people with the disease can come to terms with their feelings,” Emily spoke. “I know you might be hesitant to get the surgery, but the doctor said many choose not to get it until the disease progresses further. You still have time to decide.”

You nodded at her suggestion.

“I have a condition,” Penelope said. “You have to let us help take care of you. Like when you have to take your meds at work, you can come take a break in my office to do that. You have to let us be here for you and tell us what’s going on. That’s my condition.”

“Okay. I will. I have to take one of them four times a day, so… twice at the office, I guess. The others are either twice a day or once.”

“Take the twice a day then, too, it’ll give me peace of mind,” Emily requested. You agreed.

*

You returned to work the next day. You got in early, and when Hotch arrived, you took a deep breath and went to his office, asking to talk to him for a minute.

“Yeah, no problem,” he said, sitting down at his desk.

“I have a few doctors notes,” you handed him the papers from various doctors stating that you had appointments with them. “The cough isn’t going to go away anytime soon, but it’s not contagious or anything. I’m sorry for missing work.”

Hotch looked at the papers you gave him. “Please, don’t worry about it… but are you sure you’re alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you said half heartedly. You didn’t mean it at all but it was dismissive enough to hopefully get him to drop it.

“You went to three different doctors,” he said in a concerned tone. “I thought you hated seeing even one.”

“I was sick. Needed a few opinions,” You shrugged, trying to play it off.

He was looking at you like he didn’t believe you. Of course he didn’t. But you were giving him a look that told him to drop the subject.

“I’m gonna go get caught up,” you told him, trying to leave.

“Ok. Thank you. I’m glad you’re back.”

You nodded and left, going down to the bullpen while trying to suppress the itchiness of your throat.

Deep breaths, you reminded yourself.

*

Days passed. You kept your promise to Penelope and would go to her office to take your meds. Emily would usually join you.

The symptoms weren’t getting too much worse. It was relatively easy to hide.

You noticed the weird looks Hotch had been giving you lately, which wasn’t helping with the whole idea of getting over your feelings. He kept looking at you like he cared, like he was concerned, and it was hard to remember that you knew he didn’t.

You knew it was a mistake.

About a week after returning to work, Hotch followed you into Penelope’s office when you went in to take your medications. You didn’t know he had followed you, because he didn’t come in right away. Instead, he came in while you had a number of colorful pills in one hand and a glass of water in the other. You quickly downed the pills.

“Hi, sir,” Penelope said hesitantly. Emily was sitting next to her.

“What are you two doing in here?”

Emily and Penelope gave each other the shadiest looks ever, nearly making you groan from how abnormal they were being.

“I have to take medication twice a day, they’re just helping me adjust and remember to take it,” you said calmly.

“Oh, I see,” he said with a short nod. “Is it helping your cough?”

You shifted uncomfortably, unable to look him in the eye. “It’s been mellowing out lately.”

“It’s true, you’ve been coughing less,” Emily said with a fake smile. Penelope nodded next to her.

The tension in the room was so heavy. Everyone could feel it. Hotch knew the three of you were hiding something, and you knew he knew. But he was unlikely to actually ask about it.

*

Two weeks go by. You go on another overnight case. JJ ends up finding out after you cough up a few petals in the precinct bathroom. There were barely any women working there aside from you, JJ, and Emily, so you figured you’d be fine.

It led to a very emotional talk about how worried she is, and how she hopes you’ll open up to the rest of the team. You tell her that Spencer will probably figure it out soon enough, he’s already been giving you odd looks, but you were adamant on not telling anyone else. You didn’t want everyone so worried. Penelope and Emily were helping. JJ had her own family to worry about.

Aside from not wanting people to worry, you also weren’t keen on everyone knowing that you were in love with your boss, or hearing everyone tell you their opinions.

*

Another two weeks go by.

You feel like you have made zero progress emotionally. You have to see Hotch basically every day, considering he’s your boss. Working with him was no way to get over him easily, but you didn’t want to quit. What if you lived, and you couldn’t return to the BAU? It was your dream job. You loved it. What would life be without it?

But if you got the surgery, would you even want to work there anymore, or was it all for him? It felt like your mind was trapped in a never ending spiral.

He’d been a bit more attentive to you lately. It’s as if he senses something is deeply wrong with you. On the last case you went on, he did something he hadn’t done in a while, and paired you with him. Everything was professional, as it had been since that night, but being around him was just so difficult. You felt yourself struggling to breathe.

Spencer started watching you more and more closely. You could feel his eyes on you every time you even slightly coughed.

It felt like the meds weren’t doing as much as they were a month or so ago, when you first started them. You coughed quite often, trying desperately not to annoy everyone else in the office. For the most part, it was just the feeling like your lungs were burning. You’d managed not to cough up any petals in the bullpen, opting to head for Penelope’s office if you felt like the coughing was too intense.

During a particularly rough morning, Spencer practically escorted you to Penelope’s office, leaving briefly to get you more water before returning.

He didn’t even look startled when he came back to see blood dripping out of the corner of your mouth and petals strewn across the floor as you profusely apologized to Penelope from the floor.

Spencer grabbed a tissue from a nearby table and knelt down, joining you on the floor. He handed you the tissue and gave you a tight lipped smile. You took it, and cleaned the blood from your mouth.

“How long have you had this?” He asked gently.

“A little over two months… I found out a month after it started.”

“She’s taking medications for it,” Penelope added.

“Who else knows?” Spencer looked between the two of you.

“Emily, because she took me to the doctors appointments, and JJ found out a few weeks ago after I coughed up petals in the bathroom.” You paused, looking at him. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, Spencer.”

“No, it-it’s okay. Hanahaki is one of those things that is difficult to share. But I’m glad I know now.”

You nodded, looking at the petals on the floor and starting to pick them up in case someone else walked in.

“Scorpion grasses,” Spencer noted, just as you knew he would. “Commonly known as Forget Me Nots.”

“They’re meant to symbolize true love and respect,” you said quietly. Spencer nodded.

“Are- um, are you getting the surgery?”

“I don’t know,” you admitted. “I haven’t been able to overcome it naturally, I don’t know if I’ll be able to… but I don’t know who I’ll become if it’s all taken away.”

Spencer didn’t meet your eyes after you said that. “I know it seems scary, but… I hope you consider it further. Please don’t give up on yourself, y/n,” he said softly.

You just kept picking up the petals off the floor.

*

It’s only a week later that you wake up to a strange sight.

On your upper thigh, a blue flower has bloomed. Dainty green leaves peak out from under it, and the stem goes straight into your skin.

You frantically checked over the rest of your body to see a green leaf sticking out just over your chest.

Fumbling for your phone on the nightstand, you called your doctor.

They told you that you had developed a rare form of Hanahaki. Flowers would grow out of the places that the person you love has touched with their hands.

Your heart dropped. The doctor kept calling your name, trying to see if you were still at the phone or if the connection had dropped, when in reality you just felt frozen in time.

“If you’re still there, I know this might be hard news to hear. Just try to remember to keep calm, if you get too stressed the symptoms can worsen. I really think you should consider coming in and—“

You hung up, cried into your pillow for a solid thirty minutes, put on a pair of pants and found a turtleneck in the closet to hide the flowers and leaves, and got to work a bit late.

As for the development, you didn’t say anything.

They were worried enough. You knew the pressure they were putting on you was just out of worry, but it was so difficult to handle. Everyone wanted you to live. Of course, you wanted to live, too. You always thought it was so irrational whenever you heard of someone with Hanahaki choosing to die. But then you knew the changes that those who decided to live experienced. There was a chance that your memories of Hotch might be removed along with the emotions. You didn’t like that idea at all.

Memories are too important to who you are.

So it was as if the choices were: the current you could choose to die and be reborn as someone else, or you could die as yourself, with your memories and your feelings. It’s not as clear cut as living or dying.

So when someone asked why you started wearing turtlenecks to work, you told them that it was because you kept feeling a bit chilly. If they knew about your condition, you told them that the lack of temperature control in your body was a side effect of the medication.

Though it was getting progressively more difficult to hide throughout an entire day.

The flowers kept trying to grow out of your palms, and were progressing to grow from your chest.

Eventually, you coughed up your first full flower.

It was stupidly beautiful. How could something that was killing you be so beautiful?

Maybe you’d ask to be planted in a garden if the plants overtake you. That way, the death wouldn’t be so grim.

*

Working as a living terrarium was getting progressively more difficult and more complicated. The hiding, the coughing, the medication, the petals that sometimes made their ways out of your clothing…

You were sitting at your desk late one night, barely even registering that everyone else had gone home. Your whole body felt tired from fighting off the plants overtaking your system.

A deep voice startled you from behind.

“Y/n?” You turned around to look up at Hotch, who’s brows were furrowed in concern. “There’s something in your hair…”

“Oh, really?” You asked, brushing the top of your head to get it off.

“Yeah, it looks like a blue piece of paper or something…” Blue? “Here, I can-“

“No!” You quickly covered your head with your hands and moved away as though you’d been electrocuted. “It-it’s fine, I got it. Um… I should really go home. I’ll see you tomorrow, sir.” You quickly gathered your bags and all but ran for the elevator doors, pushing the “close doors” button over and over until they finally shut, leaving you alone in the elevator so you couldn’t see the he hurt expression on his face from you pushing him away.

In the reflective doors, you could see a little blue flower peeking out from under your hair. A tear fell down your cheek.

“Fuck,” you whispered.

*

It was the middle of the night on Sunday when you got a call from Penelope that there was a case.

Half asleep with your throat feeling like it’s on fire, you call Hotch.

“Hotchner,” he answered in his usual stern voice.

“Hey, it’s me. I know we just got a case, but I’m feeling a bit under the weather and was wondering if I could stay back and work with Garcia.”

“If it’s that bad, maybe you should just stay home.” Even though you knew he didn’t know, the coldness and annoyance that you thought you detected in his tone made your heart ache. Was it time to finally give this up?

You sighed. “Maybe you’re right,” you chuckled sadly. “Good luck on this one. Bye, Hotch.”

“Wait, y/n-“

You hung up before he could finish, covering your eyes with one hand.

A new decision was before you now. Resignation, or unpaid sick leave?

You called Penelope and asked her to get you an FMLA form to send to your doctor to fill out.

Your body was growing far too weak to take such great lengths to hide the flowers.

*

Days slowly tick by. Penelope would come to visit fairly often, but it was brief enough to hide the flowers blooming all over your body.

Emily and JJ called you nearly every night to check on you.

Everyone was still out on the case. You guessed it must have been a difficult one.

Your form to take unpaid sick leave for an undetermined amount of time, sighed by you and your doctors, was sitting on Hotch’s desk for when he returned.

Penelope and Emily seemed to be increasingly hostile toward Hotch. They kept complaining about his behavior, about how clueless he is, about how upset they are.

One night you got a particularly odd phone call from Hotch.

“Hello?”

“Hey,” he spoke, voice sounding a little shaky.

“Is something wrong?”

“No, not really. It was just a rough case. I wanted to see how you were doing.”

Your head instinctively turned to the mirror in your bedroom. You studied yourself, sitting on the floor, surrounded by little blue petals and flowers, a few blood stains accompanying them. There were flowers in your hair and petals on your face, small blooms blossomed out of your wrists and on your thighs above your socks.

“I-I’m okay.”

“Y/n,” he sighed. “I know it’s not my place, but you’re really worrying me. You haven’t- I haven’t seen you smile in months. It’s been forever since I’ve heard your laugh. You’re usually so cheerful, you brighten up the entire office with your optimism. There’s obviously something going on, and no one will tell me what’s happening.”

You could feel your airways being blocked as you felt a pang in your chest. He hadn’t heard you laugh or seen you smile. What does he care?

Why would he say something like that? It was as if it was a statement designed to kill you.

“I-“ you were cut off by a flower making it’s way up through your throat. You harshly coughed it out. “Sorry,” you mumbled when you could finally speak again. “I um… I don’t know what to say to that. I don’t know what you want me to say.” Your voice was rough as you spoke.

“I just want you to tell me the truth.”

“I’m.. I’m just sick.”

“Is it serious?”

“I-“

“Answer me honestly.”

“…yes.”

“Are you getting treated?”

Flowers were poking their way through the skin of your palms, growing on your wrists as you stared into your own reflection.

“Yes.”

“Is it going to get better?”

You took a long pause, watching as another flower bloomed next to your phone as you held it in your hand, and another appeared in your hair.

“No,” you sobbed lightly. “It’s not.”

He was silent. After a minute or so of complete silence as you held your breath, you just hung up, unable to take it anymore. He couldn’t pretend to care about it, could he? So he said nothing.

You were dying and he said nothing.

Tears streamed down your face as you covered it with your hands, practically watering the flowers growing from within you, letting them take over. You could feel vines and blooms growing on your thigh, up your arm, out of your chest, inside your throat, against your sides…

Slipping down, laying on your side on the hard wooden floor, you wondered who would find you like this.

You wondered if it would be Penelope, scarring her for the rest of her life and dimming the brightness of her soul, or if it would be Emily, adding to her already long list of traumatic events and making her feel more cynical toward the world she desperately tried not to hate. Or maybe JJ, or Spencer, or someone else.

Your breathing became even more hindered as a flower grew out of your mouth. You could still breathe, but barely, struggling against the leaves and stems twisting and growing through you.

The thought dawned on you that maybe you should’ve gotten the surgery, but you push that out of your mind. Too little too late.

Hours pass as you lay there, struggling to breathe and keep yourself alive. The phone rings a few times, just a little bit too far out of reach. Your fingers twitch, trying to find it next to you, but you give up when you realize that you can’t give a response.

The hardness of the floor made you ache, but after a while, you didn’t notice it anymore. The pain was incomparable to how much the flowers hurt.

The room got significantly darker at some point, the sun must have gone down.

Eventually, you close your eyes, far too tired to be concerned about whether you’ll ever open them again.

*

You are slightly woken by a very loud sound coming from the hall. It sounded like someone was trying to break down your door. Sighing slightly, rattling the stems twisting out of your throat, you let your eyes close again, faintly hearing your name being called.

A few minutes pass until you hear footsteps rapidly getting louder. The door opens, and they come to a stop, pausing there. You wondered who it was, but your body was on the floor next to the bed. Even if you turned around, you wouldn’t be able to see, so your eyes stayed shut.

But then you felt familiar hands on you. Tentative at first, stroking your arm. Then, big and warm, lifting up the top half of your body off of the floor. A hand was placed on your cheek, and you slowly opened your eyes to see Aaron Hotchner looking down at you with tears in his eyes and a desperate look on his face.

“Oh god, oh thank god,” he sighed when he saw your eyes open. “I-I thought you were dead,” his voice broke.

You slightly turned your head to the side, a last ditch attempt to keep him from seeing tears roll down your face.

“Y/n,” his voice was soft. “Please, please look at me.” You slowly did as he asked, your eyes meeting once more as he continued holding you. “I’m so sorry. I’m sorry I told you that it was a mistake to kiss you that night. I didn’t mean it, I’ve never, ever, thought of you as a mistake. I only said it because I thought it was something you didn’t want, that I was pushing this on you. You’re- you’re so much younger than I am, and you’re kind, and beautiful, and extremely talented… You brighten the entire world while I think I just dim it. I thought I would be holding you back from having the life you deserve if I let myself give in, but I never should have said that. It was stupid of me not to tell you how I feel.” You closed your eyes, feeling a mix of relief and of doubt washing over you, and you didn’t know which of the two would win. He leaned down, and put his forehead against your own. “I’m in love with you. I’ve been in love with you since the very first day I met you. Since I gave you a compliment during your interview and your face lit up, and you told me that it meant a lot coming from someone like me, someone who never said anything they didn’t mean.” When you opened your eyes, you saw that he was still crying, just like you were, as he stared deeply into your eyes. “I only ever lied to you once, and it was the biggest mistake of my life, so please believe me when I say this now,” he breathed. “I’m in love with you, and I can’t lose you. I can’t. I’m so sorry it took me this long to tell you.”

With a trembling hand, you reached up to your mouth, and carefully took out the already-wilting flower that had occupied the space there. His eyes didn’t move from yours as you took a shaky breath.

“I love you too,” you whispered, voice rough. The flowers on your palms were losing their luster, drooping as you moved your hand to his face.

He gently leaned in, and kissed you softly. A lot like he did all those weeks ago.

He helps you pull the dying flowers off of your body, and sits with you as you call Emily and Penelope to tell them that you’re going to be okay.

He gets you off the floor and helps you into bed.

He gets you water and orders dinner for the two of you.

He doesn’t leave your side that night. He helps you as your body slowly regains it’s strength, taking care of you until you can stand on your own.

Even then, he’d never let you go again.

*

One Year Later

You wake up with Aaron’s arm draped over you and your legs intertwined with his.

“Morning,” he mumbles sleepily, seeing that you’re awake. You blink a few times before turning and burying your face in his neck. He chuckled, your nose tickling him slightly.

“I love you,” you sighed happily.

“I love you, too. Happy anniversary, sweetheart.”

You pull back slightly to look at him. “One whole year since I scared the hell out of you,” you said in a slightly teasing tone, trying to take away some of the pain that the memory brought with it.

“And the rest of the team,” he adds with his eyebrows raised.

“Well, as long as you’re with me, I don’t think it’ll be happening again..” You giggled and shifted up slightly to kiss him. “Thanks for saving me, sir.”

“Anytime, Princess.”

You blushed and smiled at him before turning your head, hearing a door open. “I think I hear someone getting out of bed down the hall.”

Sure enough, Jack comes bounding into the room you share with Aaron, jumping on the bed and tackling you with a hug.

You and Jack got along so well that after only a few months of dating Aaron, you ended up moving in with him and Jack full-time. While some would say it was fast, you only had eyes for Aaron.

You had never been happier in your entire life than now, spending your days at the BAU and the evenings with Aaron and Jack.

You and Aaron dropped off Jack at school with an extra hug from both of you since he was planning on having a sleepover with one of his friends that night and you wouldn’t see him until the next morning.

Thankfully, the team wasn’t given any new cases, although Strauss and Aaron did have a meeting in his office which made you worry a little. His mood didn’t seem to falter, so you figured the meeting went okay.

The two of you have dinner in a park that evening. The weather was perfect, and the sunset was beautiful. The last flowers of summer were in full force, showing their beauty and color before they wilt.

At some point, when you look over to Aaron, he’s already on one knee, small box in hand. You start crying almost immediately, which doesn’t surprise him in the least, but it makes him tear up a little bit, too.

You can’t even verbalize a response when he asks you if you’ll marry him. You just nod and smile through tears as his face breaks into a huge smile.

Just a year ago, you thought you were going to die alone, becoming fertilizer for the plants that were overtaking your body.

And now, you fall asleep next to the man you were so in love with that it almost killed you, a ring on your finger, and your heart full of love.

#aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner #fem!reader x aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x you #criminal minds fanfiction #hotch x reader #hotch x you #hanahaki #angst and fluff #rorabbit

[creampuffqueen]

Random Unfinished Sukka Fic

so i was cleaning out my old docs and stumbled upon this random sukka moment that i wrote a while back. i have zero idea where i was originally going with it, so the likelihood of me finishing it is pretty slim. but it's short and very cute so i thought why not just throw it out here; people might enjoy it

sukka cuteness below the cut

In the few days since they got back from the Boiling Rock, Sokka and Suki have been practically attached at the hip. 

Not that Suki’s complaining, of course.

She was so alone in that prison, that place. Separated from the other Kyoshi warriors, the girls she’d come to love as her sisters. 

She’d been alone, isolated from the outside world, no clue about what was happening. She didn’t even know what day it was half the time. 

And then Sokka and Zuko had arrived, and suddenly she wasn’t alone anymore.

They were out.

And now, Suki was currently in front of a campfire, wrapped in a blanket despite the warm summer weather, head leaning on Sokka’s shoulder like she didn’t have a care in the world. 

His arm rested on her own shoulder, and he planted soft kisses on top of her head, as if he’d been doing that his whole life. Suki could get used to this, she decided, eyes fluttering closed as Sokka’s lips found a place on her forehead.

“Okay, even I know what’s going on, and I’m blind,” Toph groaned. “Enough with the PDA, Snoozles.”

“Hey!” Sokka protested. “Last time I checked, it’s not illegal for a guy to kiss his girlfriend.”

Toph made a face and said something else that Suki decided was probably best she couldn’t hear over the crackling embers. 

She was tired. They all were, really. The countdown until Sozin’s Comet was growing ever smaller, every passing day seeming to add yet another layer of stress to the group. 

And although she was sure she could fall asleep right here, in Sokka’s arms, Suki managed to pull herself away with a large yawn.

“It’s late. I’m heading to bed.”

Sokka helped her up, ever the gentleman, keeping their fingers entwined even though her tent was hardly a few feet away. 

That was the thing about being with Sokka, Suki had already discovered. Some part of him was always touching a part of her.

He held her hand wherever she went, smiling as he placed a kiss on her knuckles that made her blush. His arm on her shoulder, a hand on her waist, legs tangled together wherever they sat, like they could never get close enough. 

She ducked inside the tent, not letting go of Sokka’s hand as she did, keeping him close beside her.

“I swear to the spirits, you’d better not-” Toph shouted outside, though Suki just ignored the girl. 

The tent was small, cozy. Suki couldn’t complain; she’d spent nights in far worse. Her bedroll was laid out neatly, and she tossed the blanket on top of it as she sat down. Otherwise, the tent was empty, all of her worldly possessions lost long ago. 

Sokka sat before her, cross legged like she was, knees touching. Their hands were still joined in the middle, both of them lingering, unwilling to go. 

There were no words spoken between them as they leaned together at the same moment. No need to, as Sokka’s hand gently cupped her face while their lips met. 

The kiss was slow, gentle, unrushed. Like they had all the time in the world. It was like she was floating.

They stayed like that for a long while, his fingers soft as they stroked her cheek. She thought she could have stayed like that forever.

When they finally pulled apart for air, neither moved away. Suki rested her head against his, pulling their still-clasped hands upwards to place a kiss on his knuckles. 

“Goodnight.” Sokka finally whispered, fingers tracing her jaw.

“Goodnight.” Suki breathed against his mouth, kissing one corner of his lips, then the other. 

---

well there you go. enjoy!

#atla #sukka #sokka x suki #sokka #suki #avatar the last airbender #fanfiction

[dragons-ire]

#8 Shed

The underground hideout had started as almost nothing. An ancient cistern, empty and hidden from view by a well placed rock and overgrown underbrush.

When he’d first come back to the Shroud, he’d stumbled on it almost by accident. Used it to store his gear, occasionally shelter out of the rain. It was damp and uncomfortable, but it was hidden from the sun and the watchful eyes of the elementals and the Quivermen alike.

Over time, he’d discovered one of the weakest walls had been hastily bricked up over a passage that lead into a larger chamber and started building from there. Furnishings fallen off supply caravans that were upgraded piece by piece. Places to catch and reroute the damp and the water that bubbled up from the stones. Places for the ground plants that grew behind the damp, inexplicably in the dark. 

Just the Wood moving in by increments as it invariably did.

Somewhere along the way, a pulley system had been put up so a visitor could descend without needing to jump down in the dark. Breandan used it tonight, carefully lowering himself into the blackness until he was safely concealed below.

He drifted over to the closest patch of soft flowers on the ground and lowered himself onto it. A moment later, he leaned over to lay on one side.

He stared into the dim light, a hand curled to his ribs, for what felt like a long time Eyes touching closed,then open. It was a long moment before he turned onto his back with a muted groan, removing his had to touch one ear.

“..Hey.” The soft rasp of his voice didn’t carry so far. “...are you at home?”

"Oh! Hi! Yeah, I’m here. Where are you? Are you back?" The voice on the other end of the linkpearl was practically vibrating in excitement. She always sounded excited. She always looked happy to see and hear from him.

“Yeah, I’m down here.” He murmured in response. A sound escaped his throat like a sigh

“...hey. I’m sorry, but…do you think you could come down here?” He thought about hauling himself all the way back up to the surface, and then he asked her a favor. “Pick up supper on the way? I’ll pay you back.”

"..oh,! Yeah I can do that!  It’s okay. I have money. What do you want?"

“Lentils and chestnuts. And a bottle of mead.”

“Okay! I’ll be right down, don’t go anywhere!”

Breandan closed his eyes and went still again. Alone in the dark with his own thoughts, his thoughts meandered as if possessed with a life of  their own.

This isn’t fair, you know. It’s not fair to her, the way you  live. You come and go when you need things. Inconsistent. Reckless. She hides you in her house, she runs your errands, 

What are you doing here other than being a burd-

“Hey. I’m here. You okay?”

Her soft voice in his ear and hand on her shoulder broke the last thought before it could take root. He opened his eyes with a sound, pressing a hand to the stone to sit.

“No.” It was an honest answer he elaborated on. “I mean….I will be. I got stabbed. But I got it looked at. I’m fine.”

Her violet brows drew together with an emotion that felt like being stabbed all over again. Instead of dwelling on it, she passed the

“I’m glad you’re back, and that you’re okay. Here, Buscarron said they were fresh.”

With a mumbled sound like ‘thanks,’ Breandan took the container and hunched over it like a wary animal. He ate methodically - knowing he needed to, forcing himself to start and then continue. Punctuated bites with pulls of mead straight from the bottle, passing it to her to wash down the hand-sized apple tart she’d picked out for her own dinner.

Every time she passed the bottle back, she inched a little closer. The length of her thigh gently pressing along the length of his, Her head on his shoulder, breath warm against the side of his neck. Nestling gently to his good side, mindful of any lingering bruises or tender spots.

By the time their food was eaten, the mead bottle was about empty. She leaned in and across to hand it over, balancing a knee on the outside of either hip.

“Mmm, hi there.” Breandan’s lips quirked in a private expression, a smile, before taking the last drink, lowering the bottle to set aside.  

“Hi.” She half-whispered in his ear, one of her deft hands untucking his shirt from the back to slip her fingers against his spine.”You look tired.”

“...yeah, I am tired.”  She leaned in closer, and hs tilted his head back. Feeling her breath, then the touch of her lips against his jawline. 

“You want to get in the water?” One lapine ear brushed his cheek as she turned her head, glancing at the pool in the corner of the space as if to indicate. “Betcha it’d make you feel better.”

“....yeah” He answered without too much thought. “Yeah, let’s do that.”

His fingers grasped her shirt. He balled the fabric in a fist and pulled up.

(feat. @snakemoltsiren's Yulia)

@sea-wolf-coast-to-coast

#ffxivwrite #ffxivwrite2023 #my writing #eyes emoji #we can have a little hurt comfort in this house #as a treat

[danganronpafan777]

As a fellow rei lover what about snuggling together with rei near the fireplace while it’s snowing outside

Okay!

You felt content as the room was silent, save for the cackling of the fire and the soft sound of your girlfriend’s breaths.

She rested her head on your shoulder, and her arm was holdings yours. With her other hand, she held a cup of hot chocolate, that you practically begged her to drink instead of coffee. Being snowed in and losing power always gave Rei a feeling of restlessness, as she hated being unproductive.

Before she met you, she’d make the most of these days by reading to herself, sipping coffee, and having mixed feelings about the isolation. But with you, she didn’t get a moment alone, and what surprised her most was that she ultimately didn’t mind. 

Rei lightly snuggled into your neck, armed with the excuse of your body heat being the only source of warmth. Besides the fire in front of you. And the pillows. And the blankets you brought for her. Yeah, you were just the only option.

She took another sip of the hot chocolate as you wrapped an arm around her. Words didn’t need to be exchanged for the two of you to understand each other in this moment. Interlocking fingers, the two of you leaned on each other. 

The fire let out a few popping sounds as a couple sparks rained down. It only reminded you more of Rei and her fiery attitude. The flame itself was the most beautiful, resembling Rei’s silky locks of hair cascading down her shoulders. The winter fire, January embers… Your heart burned there too.

Rei wasn’t staring at the fire, her attention was on the snow. The pure, unique snowflakes raining down on the earth, painting purity and softness over the hard ground. Whenever she thought she didn’t deserve any more, the snowing only continued, piling on top like a slice of heaven she never knew she could feel.

As you and Rei shared a gentle kiss, you both discovered what the fire and snow had in common, 

Neither would ever be fully extinguished.

#danganronpa another #dra #rei mekaru #rei mekaru x reader #dra x reader #danganronpa x reader

[daisyishedwig]

December Klaine Fanworks Challenge Day 2 - Bikini

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When Blaine Anderson’s father married Santana Lopez’s mother, he was unaware of the exact level of chaos she would bring into the Anderson household. Of course the whole affair had been chaos. He’d come home for spring break to find the whole house in a flurry and Cooper lounging on his bed. 

“Didn’t you hear?” he’d asked. “We’re gonna have a sister!”

Blaine thought his dad’s girlfriend was pregnant. He did not expect the Latina spitfire that was Santana Lopez to shake up his life.

He met Santana for the first time at the wedding as he did his best to fade into the shadows, desperate to avoid every extended family member asking if he had a girlfriend yet and how school was going, ignoring the fact that he was repeating his sophomore year because he spent most of the last one in the hospital recovering from a hate crime.

She’d quite literally run into him as she bustled around barking orders at anyone and everyone to make sure that her mother’s special day was perfect. 

“You,” she snapped, “where’s your brother?”

“I don’t know,” he said.

She rolled her eyes and mumbled something under her breath in Spanish. “Find him,” she ordered, “and give him this.” She thrust a piece of paper at him. “It’s his best man speech, and you let him know that if he even thinks of adlibbing, I will personally castrate him, comprendo?”

“C-comprendo’,” Blaine stuttered. 

She looked him up and down and gave a firm nod. “You clean up nice,” she said and left.

Blaine was, of course, not unused to chaos. He found plenty of it in the dorms at Dalton. You stick a hundred teenage boys in a building together with minimal adult supervision and there wasn’t much else you could expect. 

But his weekends spent at home in Lima were always quiet. With Cooper in LA and his dad always traveling for business, he had the house to himself most of the time. He’d been essentially an only child since he was eight, and with his parents divorced and his mother moving to Italy, he was used to being alone. He was okay with it. 

But now there were people at his house all the time. Maribel was of course around whenever she wasn’t away with his father. But Santana always had her best friend over, to the point Blaine wondered if Britney actually lived with them too. And there was a string of football players and cheerleaders running through his house every weekend to the point that Blaine had started to spend most of his off-campus days at Nick’s to avoid them all. 

But then Summer hit, and he couldn’t avoid his house for three months. 

And now, there was a boy with a mohawk wandering around his room in only swim trunks like he belonged there and he and Blaine were old friends and not complete strangers. 

Blaine stood in his doorway in shock, having just come back from the bathroom to discover the intruder. “Can I help you?” he asked, pushing himself to his full height to show he wouldn’t be intimidated. 

But he was intimidated. Very intimidated. And the show of strength was probably mitigated by the gentle tremble of his shoulders as his body shook with anxiety. 

“Oh, hey,” the boy said, looking up from where he’d been studying the pictures tucked into Blaine’s mirror. “You’re the brother, yeah?”

“No,” Blaine said dryly, “I’m the maid’s son, clearly.”

The boy frowned, “The maid’s son can afford to go to the sissy prep school?” he said, pointing to pictures of Blaine in his Dalton uniform with Nick and Jeff and some of the other Warblers. 

Blaine folded his arms across his chest to hide the way his whole body tried to flee out of his room at that moment. “Yes, I’m the brother,” he bit out, “one of them at least. And who are you?”

“I’m Puck,” he said with a grin, “one of Santana’s friends.”

“I assumed that,” Blaine said stiffly, “and what are you doing in my room?”

“Oh, just checking some intel from Santana,” he said.

Blaine’s eyes narrowed. “Intel?”

“Yeah, she said you’re gay. I’m just confirming.”

Blaine stilled, his blood running cold. He and Santana hadn’t talked much with him being at Dalton most of the time. And he’d certainly not talked to her about his sexuality, which meant either she’d heard it from someone in the family, or she’d presumed. And in any case, she thought that was information that was not only pertinent but safe to share with a boy who looked like he spent half his time in the principal's office for dumping queer kids in a dumpster.

“Puckerman,” Santana’s voice beside him made Blaine almost jump out of his skin. She had appeared beside Blaine silently, wearing a black lace coverup over her red bikini, dripping water on the hardwood floor of Blaine’s bedroom. “Stop scaring my brother and go help Finn with the meat.”

Puck grimaced. “I thought Kurt was grilling.”

Santana folded her arms and stared him down. “He was, and then Sam pulled him into the pool and now he’s angrily fixing his hair in my bathroom.”

“Fucking Evans,” Puck grumbled, “Finn can’t grill worth a damn,” but he slid past Blaine and out the door. Blaine flinched away from him, hugging himself tightly.

“Hey,” Santana said, putting a hand on his shoulder. He pulled away sharply and avoided her eyes. “Ignore Puck, he’s harmless.”

Blaine's heart was still hammering in his chest.

“You should come outside and swim,” she said with a jerk of her head, “you’re starting to look a little too much like your dad with that pallid skin.”

“No, thank you,” Blaine said tersely. He picked up a book from his desk and sat on his bed. He opened it to have something to do with his hands, but the words on the page were illegible blurs through his eyes. He blinked firmly to try and clear his tears, but all it did was force them to run down his face in rivulets. 

“Blaine,” Santana started. 

Blaine glared up at her. “What?” he snapped, and he could feel the full body shakes beginning, knew he was long past stopping this panic attack. “Are you going to apologize for outing me to your friends? For thinking there was any way I’d be comfortable with your friends knowing about me? Like people like them aren’t the reason I’m at a private school to begin with?”

“They’re not–,” she started but Blaine cut her off.

“Whatever,” he hissed. He stood quickly and crossed the room to her. “Keep your friends out of my room,” he said sharply before slamming the door in her face.

—

It wasn’t much later that Blaine heard a knock on his door. He’d just managed to make it to his bed, exhausted in the comedown from his panic attack, and was about to call Nick for an emergency extraction. 

“Go away, Santana,” he shouted.

“It’s not Santana,” a soft voice called. Blaine glanced to the side to check that he had indeed locked his door. He then looked to his window and began contemplating how difficult it would be to climb out of it if he needed to.

“Look,” the voice said, “I just wanted to check that you’re okay. I heard… well I only caught the tale end of what just happened, but you seemed pretty shaken up.”

Blaine furrowed his bed and stood up. He crossed the room to his door and opened it a crack. “Why do you care?” he asked, peeking out.

On the other side of the door was a boy not much older than him with chestnut hair and blue eyes so bright they almost took Blaine’s breath away.

“Because I know what it’s like to be scared of Noah Puckerman, and I know he forgets that not everyone knows about his secret soft side.” The boy gave him a sympathetic smile. “Can I come in?”

Blaine looked him up and down and his brow furrowed deeper. “You don’t look like a football player,” he said.

“Not anymore, last year I was the kicker, but this year I’m just in Glee.”

Blaine straightened up at that and pulled the door open wider. “You’re in the New Directions?”

The boy looked mildly surprised. “Yeah… so is Santana, and Puck, and everyone else here.”

“You’re all in Glee club? Isn’t that… aren’t you guys like the bottom of the pecking order at your school?”

He shrugged. “Pretty much. Just a bunch of misfits and losers.” 

Blaine blinked in confusion. “But Santana’s a cheerleader.”

“You two really haven’t gotten to talk much, have you?”

Blaine shook his head.

“Well,” he said, “I’m Kurt, and if you’d allow me to apologize for Noah, I’d love to introduce you to everyone else. It is kind of my fault he was up here accosting you.”

“What do you mean?” Blaine asked.

Kurt flushed, looking down. “Well, you see, I might have developed a bit of a crush on you, when Santana shared pictures from the wedding. Puck was just making sure I wasn’t going to fall in love with another straight boy. So I’m sorry.”

“Oh,” Blaine breathed. “Um… apology accepted?”

Kurt grinned. “And if you’d come downstairs, I’m sure some of my world-famous cheesecake would make you feel better.”

Blaine laughed softly. “I’d like that.”

#Klaine #Kurt Hummel #Blaine Anderson #Santana Lopez #Noah Puckerman #december klaine challenge 2023 #Bikini #Daisyishedwig writes

[lonesome-witching]

I present to you the first snippet of the first chapter of Miscommunications Lead to Places. The story in which Robin confesses her feelings to Nancy but when Nancy doesn't respond she travels through Europe to escape her reality. Nancy who is forced to confront her own emotions follows her and searches the various different cities to confess what she's discovered to Robin.

“I’m confused. I thought you were into Vickie.” 

Robin groaned loudly. She had been trying to explain her current predicament for fifteen minutes but they just appeared to be moving in circles. She’d start at one end, explain what she could and then Steve’s comments and questions would lead her back to it. It was frustrating and truly a testament to their stupidity. 

“I do like Vickie, she’s cute and she rambles even more than I do but I just… It doesn’t feel like it used to.” Robin replied, staring up at Steve Harrington’s bedroom ceiling. Sometimes it still felt weird that he was her best friend. The guy she had despised back in her sophomore year. The jock that stole the attention of every girl she ever liked just with his stupid hair. But now he was the guy she could pour her heart out to. The dingus that understood how she felt and accepted her for who she was and who she loved. 

“Okay.” He dragged out the word as if trying to buy himself some time to formulate an actual sentence. “And this is because…?” 

“Because I like someone else.” Robin shouted, using her hands for emphasis. 

“And that someone is who? You haven’t told me that part, have you?” Steve scratched his head trying to access that top secret information. Maybe he thought he had missed something but Robin had been purposefully vague about that particular element. Because it somehow still felt weird to admit even after the conversations and admissions. Somehow it still felt wrong to say aloud. Somewhere deep down she worried this would be the straw that would break the camel’s back, that this would be the last straw, that this would push Steve away from her and leave her alone once again. She had been alone for too long, she couldn’t go back to that. 

“I haven’t.” She took a deep breath. Bracing herself for the questions that would follow. 

“Okay, then who is it? Who are you into?” 

One more sigh, one more second. “It’s uhm… It’s Nancy Wheeler.” 

“I thought you said she was such a priss.” 

“Well, turns out, not really.” Robin turned to her friend. Her hand was tangled in her short hair. It almost felt like they were sitting on the cold bathroom floor high on Russian drugs again. “Steve? Did you O.D. over there?” She repeated the sentence that she knew she said before, trying her best to imitate a scenario that had ended well. Maybe it would influence how Steve reacted this time. 

“No, I’m just thinking.” 

“Okay.” 

“I’m glad you’re improving your taste in women.” Steve smiled at her. 

“What?” She sat up straighter. 

“It kind of makes sense. The longing looks, constantly partnering up and forcing me to be the babysitter. Yeah, I can see it.” 

“What longing looks?” 

“I’m not that big of an idiot, Robin. I see the way you two look at each other.” He looked slightly offended before he recognized the confusion on his best friend’s face. “Are you being serious, Rob? You haven’t seen the way she looks at you?” 

“How does she look at me?” 

“C’mon, Rob. She looks at you as if you hung the moon and the stars. She looks at you as if you are a life raft and she is drowning. She looks at you as if she’s ready to buy an engagement ring and move in with you. Damn, she even looks at you as if she wants to rip your clothes off.” 

“Okay, you are delusional. There is no way she looks at me like that.” She shook her head, trying to get rid of the hope that Steve’s words had planted in her heart. “I mean, she’s straight. And there’s Jonathan who-” 

“Jonathan is old news.” Steve interrupted. “That was before she got to know you.” 

“Please stop, Steve. I don’t want to believe in something that will never happen. It’s bad enough I have feelings for like the only female friend I have left. I’m not about to ruin it by spewing out my feelings at her and getting my heart broken.” Her fingers weaved together as she spoke. Her heart cracked already, the damage already done. Even Steve’s sympathetic smile couldn’t alleviate any of the pain. 

“Robin, I’m not trying to set you up for heartbreak but I truly believe that Nancy Wheeler has a thing for you. There is no other way to explain the way she looks at you, the way she’s drawn to you. Even before the Upside Down bullshit she never looked at me like that. It’s with such intensity, like, like, like, she is trying to see into your soul. She’s never put in that effort for me.” He placed a hand on her knee, drawing her attention back to him. Her eyes were glazed over. The thought of her lonely future was enough to make her cry, apparently. Even in her wildest dreams Nancy Wheeler was unattainable. So, Steve’s words couldn’t be true. She forced herself to repeat that Steve didn’t know what he was talking about. Even after she left his house, while she walked home because she forgot her bike, she kept repeating that same sentence. Steve doesn’t know what he’s talking about.

#snippet #writing snippet #ronance #ronance au #robin buckley x nancy wheeler #robin and nancy #nancy and robin #robin x nancy #nancy x robin #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #steve harrington #platonic stobin #fanfic #my work

[holodaxy]

Okay so stay with me as I've been having thought...mostly Hawk and Thrush Thoughts...sort of...

Is there a fic (and there isn’t because I’m about to get oddly specific – maybe this is more of a cry to write this because I won’t) where somebody has inadvertently gotten close to Beta (on purpose seems a bit cruel and horrible) as an Aloy replacement?

In my head it’s Talanah – in some way this seems wrong and a touch out of character, but you know those oddly specific details? Well yeah, she works for those oddly specific details so stick with me here…

So Talanah crosses paths with Erend and naturally they get on about Aloy and he mentions that she’s spending a lot of time helping reunite the Quen Fleet and rather innocently makes a joke about how Aloy is more interested in spending time with a Quen Marine than reuniting the fleet (because of course the GAIA Gang have been gossiping about Aloy and Seyka – not to mention they’ve got an inside source! Alva is right there!) Talanah isn’t impressed by this information, though doesn’t know why (Erend has a good idea, but he’s already opened his big mouth once so he’s not doing that again).

How Talanah makes her way to the base I’m not sure (I can’t work it all out!) and cue an awkward first meeting with Beta because of course Aloy didn’t mention that there’s this anxious identical ‘twin’ wandering around. So Talanah is about to leave (because this wasn’t on her ‘Life with Aloy’ bingo card) when she discovers Beta doesn’t know how to use any weapons and really, how could Aloy be so careless as to leave her twin sister all alone in the base with no way to defend herself? Anybody could walk in! As evident by the fact Talanah had just walked in – that’s her argument and she’s sticking to it, she won’t hear any objection from Beta about how the base security was likely programmed by Aloy to let Talanah in because she's been there once before.

So Talanah sticks around to show Beta how to use a bow (or any weapon really) and Beta totally isn’t her Thrush because that would just be weird (not that the whole situation isn’t weird to either of them, but its just a little nice for Beta to have company and for Talanah to be away from the stress of the Hunters Lodge). And I can totally see Beta being the one to tell Talanah everything – about Nemesis, about Zero Dawn and Elisabet Sobeck, about how she and Aloy are clones (again, none of this was on Talanah’s ‘Life With Aloy’ bingo card). She’d also give her a Focus (because Beta doesn’t understand why Aloy isn’t handing these out like sweets to people!) and shows Talanah how to use the Focus and oh look! They’ve taught each other things and that’s nice.

So one day they decide to venture out of the base (again, I don’t know, I really don’t know why) and who do they stumble across? Well Amadis of course (because every story needs a villain – that was harsh, he’s not actually going to do anything wrong this time). He doesn’t get a close look at Beta and just thinks Aloy has drastically cut her hair and changed her clothes (she did it like three time the last time he met her, where is she hiding those armour sets???) and he passes comment about how both he and Talanah were using each other to get over other people the whole time. Talanah has an ‘oh fuck’ moment and Amadis goes on his way again not realising he's caused total turmoil again.

So Talanah’s ‘oh fuck’ moment hits home that she’s drawn to Beta because of Aloy and she’s done exactly what she never wanted to be and made somebody her second choice. And deep down I think no matter how close the two of them were getting, Beta knows she’s an Aloy replacement and her self esteem is so far in the ground that she’s just pretty much ‘that’s just it for me, I’ll never be anything other than the inferior copy’ (and my poor baby Beta, I want to hug her) so she’s just kind of clung to somebody being nice to her even if it’s possibly (keep possibly in your mind) not meant for her in the first place.

I didn’t say this wasn’t angst – I mean, my opening summary of this didn’t indicate there wasn’t angst!

How this ends I’m not sure – I have two options, again…stick with me…

Aloy returns to the base right in the aftermath of the ‘oh fuck’ moment and is totally confused about what Talanah is doing there, but she’s kind of grateful that Talanah was looking after Beta. Then she finds out how close the two have gotten and is not impressed because how dare Talanah go near Beta! And Aloy totally won’t admit to being jealous and what Quen Marine? She’s be reuniting the Quen Fleet!

The two then have a long overdue heart to heart and all their feelings laid bare, happily ever after Hawk and Thrush. This ending seems a bit harsh on Beta who I don’t think deserves that so from stage right enter some unseen original character who has never, ever laid eyes on Aloy and knows nothing about her so they can like Beta for being Beta.

Option 2 goes totally the opposite way, enters rare pare mode and Talanah realises Beta is a totally different person to Aloy and while the original reason she spent time with Beta was Aloy (and was totally wrong) she’s actually rather drawn to Beta’s totally different personality and quirks. Cue Aloy returning to the base with Seyka and being totally confused about what’s going on – and has Beta just stolen her moment? She was about to introduce her girlfriend to the gang and now Beta and Talanah are a thing and…well…typical sibling bickering.

Of course there’s hidden option 3 which is everybody is miserable and unhappy, but that seems a bit bleak even for me.

Well thanks for sticking with me for this long…whatever this is – I don’t know what this is. I’m going back under my rock now, I’ll keep these wild idea to myself as this got out of hand 😁

#horizon forbidden west #aloy #talanah khane padish #beta hfw #hawk and thrush #erend vanguardsman #GAIA Gang #seyloy #this totally got out of hand #I should be working - I should LITERALLY be sat at my work computer and I'm turned around using my own laptop #that's home working for you #I'm going back under my fandom rock #I don't come out much