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strang3lov3 · 11 months

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Brain Scramblies

Joel Miller x Fem! Reader

Summary: Bubbly and sweet Reader slips and falls at Tommy and Maria’s anniversary party, hitting her head hard on the floor. Tommy tasks Joel, her grumpy patrol partner, with getting her home safe. In her dazed state, she spills to Joel how she really feels about him! Basically two idiots dancing around their feelings for each other

Word count: 3.6k

Warnings: Talk of traumatic brain injuries, but that’s it. Brief mention of smut but mostly goofy fluff. Joel is afraid of feelings lol

A/N: I actually don't feel fantastic about this story, but felt like you all deserved something new from me to satisfy the absence. Next week I'll have a bit more time to continue my bd!joel story and a few others! yes, the title is from wwdits. my other favorite show lol

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It’s a beautiful night, laughter and music fill the air of the Tipsy Bison bar in Jackson, Wyoming. It’s Tommy and Maria’s anniversary party and you were having a ball celebrating with the two of them. Tommy and Maria loved you, and you loved them. You often babysat their child, took care of chores around their home, and brought them baked goods and other treats. They loved you like you were their own.

The party was a blast, you spent the night dancing and chatting with Tommy and Maria and others. It couldn’t have been a better night.

Until you trip over your own feet. .

Boom. In one swift motion, too quick for your brain to process, your legs kick up into the air and your back slams the ground, your head following suit.

Your vision goes dark then, voices fading out. You feel a strong pair of hands grip your shoulders and jiggle your face slightly. You open your eyes slowly, blinking a few times, and the figure in front of you speaks. “Hey, now. Wake up, wake up, Jesus, girl. What did you do?” he asks, but his words sound muddled, like he’s underwater. “Maria, go get Joel. I think she might have a concussion.” he shouts in the opposite direction.

Your fuzzy vision focuses then and you recognize the friendly face and long black hair in front of you. It’s Tommy. You squint your eyes and look around, confused as to why you’re on the floor. The lights are blindingly bright and the music is blaring. It’s too much for your senses.

“Can you hear me, honey? You took quite a tumble and it looked like you hit your head pretty hard. Drink too much?”

You struggle to respond, finding it difficult to form words and coherent thoughts. You feel dazed and foggy and there’s a pounding throb at the back of your head. and “Think I tripped,” you finally mumble out, carefully prodding the back of your skull.

“Wouldn’t be the first time, you klutz,” he chuckled, tilting your chin and looking into your eyes. “Maria’s getting Joel, I think we’re gonna have him take you home. Infirmary’s closed at this time of night but we can get you checked out tomorrow, make sure you didn’t thump your head too hard.”

Joel. Your eyes widened at the mention of him. Now that was something your brain had no issue focusing on. “Your older brother, Joel?”

“Yes, Joel, my older brother,”

“I like Joel,”

“I know you do, honey,”

“I really like Joel,” you say through a long sigh. “Isn’t he just lovely?”

Tommy looks at you with an eyebrow cocked, completely amused by your honesty. Tommy and Maria had a feeling you were crushing on him, but you stayed tight lipped about your feelings for him. “Yeah, sure. Lovely describes Joel perfectly,”

Joel was your patrol partner. He was tall, handsome, brave, and skilled. He had the most gorgeous brown eyes you had ever seen, and the prettiest gentle curls atop his head. And he couldn’t fucking stand you.

You didn’t often go on patrol, but everyone pitched in with patrol around Jackson. Being so near and dear to Tommy and Maria’s hearts, they wanted the best for you and always put you on patrol with Joel. He’d keep you safe, they told you.

And he did keep you safe. But not without constant grumbling and griping about your sprightly attitude and constant chatter. He thought he had it rough with Ellie, but she was a walk in the park compared to you, with your sweet and pure heart and bubbly personality.

“What’s your favorite kind of cookie?” you asked him once while traveling horseback through a grassy meadow. It was a beautiful day, the clouds were big and fluffy and tall. The wildflowers were blooming left and right, painting the grass with violet and crimson. You held onto Joel tightly, pressing your face against his back. He tried his best to ignore how much he enjoyed the feeling of your arms around his stomach.

“You ask too many goddamn questions,” he grunted.

“That’s not an answer,” you scolded playfully.

Joel stayed silent. You were like an annoying, buzzing bee. If he ignored you, hopefully you’d go away. Easy, he thought. Just ignore the annoying, cute, thoughtful, and beautiful bee.

You asked him again. Maybe he didn’t hear you, you spoke into his right side after all. Still, nothing. “Joel?”

You could hear him inhale and exhale deeply. He was definitely ignoring you. That just wouldn’t do.

So you pinched his side.

He yelped in surprise. “Ow! What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“I asked you a question,”

“I’m not answerin’,”

“That’s rude of you,”

“Yeah, well, tough,”

You pinched him again.

“Gaah!” Joel swatted your hand, nearly losing his balance. “Jesus, fucking snickerdoodles!” he hissed at you. Oh, how you got under his skin. Snickerdoodles were, in fact, his favorite cookies. He wasn’t just saying that to shut you up. His grandmother used to make them for him and Tommy when they were young. His heart broke a little at the thought of her, thankful she had passed long before the world went to shit. “Happy now?”

Yes, you were happy. You rubbed soothing circles into where you pinched him.

The next day, you whipped up a batch of the best snickerdoodles Joel would ever taste. You dropped them off on his doorstep and left, not alerting Joel or Ellie to what you had done.

Ellie was the one to find your cookies. “Joel, what’re these?” she called into their home, shoving a cookie into her mouth. Joel looked up, rolling his eyes when he recognized the treats in her hand. “Give me those,” he grumbled.

He took one cookie and examined it, then brought it to his lips. He took a bite, and melted when he tasted the sweet cinnamon and sugar cookie, so buttery and slightly tangy, just how a snickerdoodle should be. It was soft and chewy, just how he liked them.

And dear lord, it was orgasmic. The best snickerdoodle he had ever tasted. He prayed his grandmother up in heaven would forgive him for enjoying it so much, but this was definitely his new favorite. How dare you weasel your way into his heart with baked goods? What a contemptible thing to do. He felt his heart swell at the thought of you and your sweetness. And it fucking terrified him.

Joel put on his boots and practically sprinted to Tommy and Maria’s. Without knocking, he let himself inside and sat down at the table with Tommy as he tried to catch his breath. Tommy looked at him with wide eyes, completely perplexed by his brother. “You have to–” he stopped for a second, breathing in and out deeply. “You have to take her off patrol with me. I ain’t gonna be her partner anymore.” Joel’s heaving began to slow.

“And why would I do that, Joel?”

“She talks too much,”

Tommy let out a dry laugh. Joel Miller, ever the grinch. Heart two sizes too small. “Are we eight years old? Suck it up, big brother,”

Joel shook his head, squinting his eyes and squeezing the bridge of his nose. “She fuckin’ pinched me,” Tommy opened his mouth to speak, but Joel interrupted. “Twice!”

Tommy smiled at the thought of sweet little you pinching Joel. “I’m sure she had a good reason for pinchin’ you. What’d you do to her?”

“I didn’t–it doesn’t matter,” Joel sighed exasperatedly. He had a penchant for the dramatics at times. “You don’t get it. She made me cookies.”

Tommy gasped sarcastically. “No, not cookies. How horrible, Joel! What should we do with her, throw her in jail? Banish her? Feed her to lions?”

“Tommy,” Joel warned with a low voice. “I am not doin’ patrol with her anymore.”

“Joel,” Tommy warned back, matching his tone. “Quit your bitchin’. She’s a nice girl, and you’re gonna take care of her. She likes you, why, I haven’t got a clue.”

Tommy knew the real reason Joel wanted to stop patrolling with you. He was catching feelings for you. And Joel reacted exactly how Tommy expected. He was frightened of these feelings, terrified to let anyone new into his heart. He already made room for Ellie and her bad puns, he didn’t know if he had room for you and your snickerdoodles as well. He did. You were already there.

Joel and Maria appeared in front of you then, your eyes brightening when you met Joel’s sour expression.

“What’d you do now, trouble?”

Trouble. That was Joel’s nickname for you. When he and Ellie finished your cookies, he returned your container to you on your porch.

“Thanks for the cookies, trouble. They were delicious,” he said, his voice was low and gravelly. “Didn’t need to do all that for me.”

“Trouble? Is that what I am?” you asked incredulously.

“Yeah, actually. Pinchin’ me. Talkin’ too much,” Joel did his best to bite back the smile threatening to form on his lips. “And now you’re tryin’ to make me fat, so yeah. You’re a troublemaker.”

Your glassy eyes scanned his face. “What did you do now, trouble?”

Joel bent down to meet your gaze and Maria checked the back of your head for cuts or swelling.

“Maria says you’re hurt. What’d you do?”

“I tripped and fell,” Joel scoffed. “Figures,” Joel pushed Tommy to the side, crouching in front of you. He took your face into his hands, checking for any other injuries. Your eyes were unfocused and pupils blown wide. He held a finger in front of your eyes, moving it from side to side. You had difficulty following the movement.

“Ouch,” you winced, feeling Maria’s fingers on the tender spot at the back of your head. “I think she smacked her head pretty hard.” she told Tommy. “Very swollen back here.”

“She’s not following my finger. Think it’s probably a concussion, but I don’t know for sure,” he said. “She seems pretty out of it.”

In your fuzzy state, you reached forward and held Joel’s face, mimicking how he did to you. “Handsome,” you murmured.

Joel felt his face go hot at your compliment. You thumbed his cheeks, savoring the feeling of his prickly hairs on your fingertips. “Uhh,”

“You’re so handsome,” you repeated. Not even drinking a barrel of whiskey could have pried that out of you. You did a number on your poor brain.

“That’s nice, sweetheart,” Joel turned his head to the side and coughed, trying to hide his embarrassment. He gripped your wrists and pulled your hands away from his face as you pouted. “Think she needs to go home.” “That’s right. You make sure she gets home safe,” Tommy said.

Joel looked up with a furrowed brow. “Me? Why can’t you deal with her?” his words came out more bitter than he intended, like taking you home was the biggest inconvenience of his life.

“Hey,” you whined. How rude!

Joel apologized quickly. “I’m sorry. Didn’t mean it like that,”

“Because it’s our anniversary, and I told you to keep her safe. Remember? Come on now, Joel. Be a gentleman,” Tommy motioned to Maria to help you up. Slowly, you stood up. On shaky legs, you felt your knees begin to give out. Joel lunged forward to catch your fall.

He rolled his eyes with a sigh. Joel held out his arm for you and you wrapped your hands around his bicep. “Can you walk for me, trouble?” He didn’t actually mind leaving the party early. He wasn’t having too much fun anyway.

“I’ll do anything for you, Joel,” you erupted into a fit of giggles. “You’re so strong!”

Joel felt his face go warm again as he cleared his throat. Wow, you really did hit your head hard. Joel was used to being flirted with, but this was an entirely different animal. You hit your head so hard it knocked your filter loose. What would you say next?

His eyes darted to Tommy and Maria, who stood there watching you both, smirking. “Take good care of our girl,” Maria ordered.

Joel begins walking slowly, taking careful steps. You stumble along and can hardly maintain your footing as you make your way out of the bar. You’re still giggling and squeezing his arm. “You are so strong and so handsome!” you squeal.

“Jesus,” he whispered to himself. Was this real you or concussed you speaking?

You walked silently for a bit, gaining a slow and steady rhythm. The world around you blurred and moved quickly.

“I have a crush on you,” you blurt out with slurred speech.

“That’s nice, trouble,” Joel said, not believing you. You might as well be completely wasted, the way you were making no sense.

“I mean it,”

“I’m sure you do,” Joel replied sardonically. You tripped again, nearly falling over a second time. Joel caught you and held you tightly. Frustrated, he groaned.“Alright, no more talking. We’re playing the quiet game the rest of the way home,”

“Seriously,” you giggle. “You’re so fucking handsome. You’re the most handsomest man I’ve ever met,” You kept walking and stumbling awkwardly. It was as if you weren’t even walking, just floating along. Your legs didn’t feel real.

“Thank you,” Joel mumbles. He was never good at accepting compliments. But you seem so insistent on informing him of his good looks, he might as well take the compliments in stride.

“You have such pretty brown eyes. Did you know that?”

“I did not,”

“You do. And you have pretty hair,” you paused for a second, catching your breath. “And you have a nice butt,” Joel rolls his eyes, biting back his smile. “I want to have sex with you.”

“Woah,” he barks at you, unable to contain his shock at your sudden boldness. Where is your fucking filter? Is this even real? Joel will be thinking of this night for weeks to come. “You have brain damage,” he tells you. “Need to stop talking like this,”

“You have brain damage!” You giggle, your feet crossing with Joel’s. Bam. It’s his turn to hit the ground now. You couldn’t walk in a straight line to save your life, even with Joel supporting you. “Oh, shoot. I tripped you.”

“Okay, that’s it,” Joel stands up and without asking permission, he lifts your body over his shoulder. He tries to ignore the fact that your ass is so close to his face. You erupt into laughter, absolutely tickled by his actions. “I know this probably isn’t great for your head, but we need to move. Almost home anyway,”

“Fine by me, handsome!” you poke his back and his sides. He’s trying to fight off the tingles your touch leaves on his skin. “Are you gonna take me home and have sex with me?”

“Behave,” he warns you. “No, I am not having sex with you. I’m puttin’ you to bed and going to try to forget any of this ever happened. Now quiet, you.”

You let out an angry groan, but oblige. You’re running out of steam, fogginess filling your head even more. You can hardly keep your eyes open.

Before you know it, Joel is at your doorstep and sets you down. “Where are your keys?” he asks you.

You slap your thigh, indicating that your keys are in the front right pocket of your jeans. Joel pulls you close and quickly pulls the keys out of your jeans, looking up into the sky to avoid your gaze. He’d need to drink an ocean of alcohol to forget this night.

Joel fumbles with the keys, trying each one and jiggling it in your door. He figured asking you which key was futile, you were so far gone.

As he’s working diligently to open your door, you can’t help but sigh in admiration. His back muscles tense through his shirt, the fabric stretching and moving back. And god, his ass. So round and plump in his tight jeans. You can’t help yourself. It needs to be pinched. “You really do have a nice butt,” you whisper.

You reach forward and pinch his ass with your thumb and pointer finger. Joel jumps and whips around. “What is wrong with you?” He looks at you with a furrowed brow, but his frustrated heart softens when he sees your expression. You’re smirking, eyes big and without a single thought behind them. You have no idea what you’re doing. He knows that. The real you would probably die of embarrassment if she knew of your flirty and bold antics tonight. He can’t help the smile curling up on his lips. You have to mean all of it, right?. All the compliments and confessions. He knows they’re all true. At least, he hopes they are.

Joel grabs your hand and helps you inside. He leads you through your house, checking each door to find your room. He could ask you, but he really doesn’t want you talking. You need to relax.

Once he finds your room, he turns on the light, leads you inside, and helps you sit your bed. Your room reflects your personality perfectly, so bright and colorful. Decorations everywhere.

Then, he leaves.

You feel like crying. Your head feels so murky and full, and the pounding has worsened. “Joel?” your voice is thick.

No answer. He just left without saying goodbye?

Your bottom lip wobbles and you feel tears well up in your eyes as your heart begins to break. How did you even end up here? What even happened tonight? All you knew is that you felt cold and sick and all alone. Your head feels like it’s going to fall right off.

You sniffle and hear a thump in the distance. And then another. And another. They’re getting louder now. Footsteps.

Joel returns and your heart blooms. He always kept you safe, even when you drove him fucking nuts. Of course he wouldn’t just leave you. You see that he has a glass of water in his hand.

He sits on the bed and faces you. You smile gently, admiring all of his features. His scars, his freckles. His sparkly brown eyes. His salt and pepper mustache. “You didn’t leave?”

“‘Course not,” he grips the back of your head softly and tilts it back, then presses the glass to your lips. “Gotta make sure you’re safe, right?” He doesn’t let you respond to his question and tilts the glass into your mouth, forcing you to take a little sip of water.

“You take such good care of me, Joelie,” His cheeks turn rosy at his new nickname. How sweet it sounds from your lips. He presses the glass to your lips again and makes you drink.

“You’re so handsome,” Sip. “Did you know I have a crush on you?” sip.

“I did, actually,” Sip. “Now drink. You need to finish the glass.”

Sip. “You have such gorgeous brown eyes. Like coffee beans,” you whisper. Sip.

“Is that right? Coffee beans?” Well, that’s a thoughtful compliment. He doesn’t bother hiding his smile anymore.

“Mhm,” Sip. “And your butt–”

“What about my butt?” he teases you with a raised eyebrow. You won’t remember any of this anyway, he might as well play along.

“Like a peach,” “A peach, huh?” He presses the glass to your lips again, this time not pulling it away. You drink the rest of the water.

“What about a peach, Joelie?” you question. Your eyes are big and lost. It’s as if the last thirty seconds didn’t happen.

Your forgetfulness would have worried Joel, but he was no stranger to concussions. Had a few of his own. His daughter, Sarah, also had sustained a few concussions from flying soccer balls. She’d be like this too, acting goofy and speaking incoherently. She was always back to normal within a day or two. You would be okay too.

“Nothin’, sweetheart,” Joel lifts your legs onto the bed and takes off your shoes, plopping each on the ground. He pulls a knitted blanket over your body and gently leans your head back into your pillows.

You stare into his eyes, his gorgeous coffee bean eyes, let out a big yawn. Your eyes are heavy now and your head feels like a weight, like you couldn’t lift it even if you tried. Joel stares back at you, the gears in his head are spinning. He places an experimental hand on your head and combs his fingers over your scalp.

He continues stroking your scalp, soothing you. Your eyes fall shut, and within seconds you’re in a peaceful slumber.

He doesn’t leave. He stays with you for another minute, making sure you’re really asleep.

He still doesn’t leave. One more minute passes.

He’s still sitting there, stroking your head. He can’t bring himself to leave you. He needs to make sure you’re safe, just like Tommy and Maria told him to.

He’ll stay here all night, gently stroking your head and your back. Telling himself he’s just making sure you’re safe, that’s all. “Goodnight, trouble,” he whispers.

He’ll deal with his feelings later.

Part two: troublemaker

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auspicioustidings · 6 months

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Mermen au with mer TF141 and researcher reader trying to learn about their. . .biology :Dd Or them trying to bring progressively bigger fish trying to woo and then Ghost ends up bringing you a fucking orca or some shit,

...I had to look up the reproductive cycle of several marine animals for this I hope you are happy.

Deductive Reasoning

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CW: ...light fish porn (?)

It was just fascinating. It would have been dreadfully difficult to not talk about this every chance you got and thus break your NDA if not for the fact that you never left this secure little island base. You were permitted to, but why would you want to? You were speaking with living, breathing mermen almost everyday.

4 of them, although they had alluded to their being more out there. These 4 were a... well that was the question wasn't it? Only one shark did not make a shiver, only one seal did not make a herd, only one walrus did not make a rookery and only one mandarinfish did not make a shoal. Was there a collective term for mermen? You were told you were now the leading researcher in the world for this new species, so perhaps that meant you got to decide.

Or maybe you'd just ask. They spoke to you sometimes, or at least made noises. They seemed to understand each other at least which was intriguing on its own.

It had been Soap you had met first. You had been basically abducted and hurried to this island facility where they had captured a real life merman. You were enamoured immediately by the furious thing in the tank. Half seal, harbour seal you thought. Top half looked all but human (skin must be different to allow for underwater living and ah, yes, you could see gills), hair in a mohawk (which suggested someone had cut it to look like that, who? Was it a ritual? Did they have community? Was it an emulation of human culture? Perhaps some mating strategy?), eyes somewhere between human and seal (his physicality was a similar story, he was built strong and thick, a healthy layer of fat over hard muscle).

You perhaps felt a little bashful looking back. You had been so wildly excited, asking a thousand questions and going into chaotic science mode that it took you a whole 16 hours of straight observations and notes to realise there was a creature of higher intelligence being held captive in a tank. You did, of course, apologise profusely. He clearly did not understand what you were saying, but the emotion was human enough. Bemusement.

Soap had come about because he was slippery. Well, actually he wasn't, but the story was that he was slippery. Because if the military knew you had actually been helping him escape you were probably going to get disappeared. It was lucky the facility at that time wasn't as high security, you had gotten away with it.

You had met Gaz right there on the coast when Soap went slicing through the water. You thought looking back that Price and Ghost had probably been there, just out of sight. They had come for him. Gaz was a magnificent thing. His tail was the same pattern as a madarinfish, bright orange with gorgeous blue markings. You had shown him a tin of irn-bru once with a grin and learned then that Soap could laugh. He had come right up to you and after some form of exchange with Soap had been playful, showing off his tail and holding his hand out to you. You had been existing on caffeine and noodles so hardly your fault you took it, getting dragged into the water.

Oh how thrilling an education you received in the courting practices of Dragonets! He had made quite a show of displaying his fins, including a gorgeous dorsal fin on his human looking spine. You knew you simply must see them again if only to study why Gaz's eyes were more human while Soap's leant towards seal like. He was certainly the most expressive of them. His name had only come about because you had tried every other one and he made his disdain for them very clear. By the time the merman had been rubbing what you would call his ventral fins against you, Soap had grabbed you and soundly deposited you back on shore. Just in time too for the soldiers to find you because the doctor later told you that you were in the early stages of hypothermia. Totally worth it actually.

You talked the powers that be into allowing your pet projects to free roam, after all they kept coming back to see you. Over the course of a year the facility was upgraded and a channel added from the sea to an indoor pool that would allow for better study. Soap and Gaz didn't run on a schedule exactly, but they seemed content to swim in every so often and let you poke and prod. Fascinating that they should both be half human but their other half was so entirely different. Soap was half mammal, retractable penis something he was very proud to show off anytime he was in the observation pool. Gaz was half dragonet, and while you tried to put a clutch of eggs in the pool to see if he could fertilise them he had only raised an eyebrow at you and tried once again to pull you in. Tough luck, you had learned your lesson about going into the water with them when you had met Ghost.

It had been the middle of the night when he swam into the pool. Silent, you hadn't heard him (that's where that name had come from in the end). So unsuspecting were you that you were too near the edge and his hand had snaked around your ankle, one sharp pull dragging you in after you fell to the ground (hardly avoiding a broken nose). It wasn't only his tail that was shark, he had a sharp set of teeth that he sank into the meat of your shoulder without much ceremony. His claspers had been strong as hell holding you there, the only thing likely saving you his frustration at your clothes. He must not have understood the concept very well because he released you and dove, pawing at your trousers to try and figure them out. It was an endless source of fascination for him anytime he visited after. He would lean his arms on the pool edge and just stare at your legs, tracing the outline of your body with his sharp eyes. It only seemed fair to let him look since you spent an inordinate amount of time staring at him. He was sleek and muscular, every inch an apex predator in his prime.

It was a contrast to who you would say was the leader of their group. The merman who had saved you from Ghost that first time you met him, who had ripped him away from you when his teeth had sunk into the meat of your thigh through your trousers. Price had hauled you out of the water with ease. He was part Walrus, huge and soft with a layer of blubber similar to Soap's that hid considerable strength. Of all of them his animal half was most pronounced, his canines elongated into tusks and his hair thick and whisker-like around them.

As a scientist you could not possibly play favourites. Price was absolutely your favourite. He would be still and patient with you when you were working with him. He would gently run his fingers over whatever parts of you were in reach. When you babbled excitedly he seemed to listen as best he could.

If you had taken more than a moment to really look into it, you might have realised you were not the only creature conducting research. If you had used some deductive reasoning, you probably could have anticipated that fateful day you were dragged into the sea, never to be seen by the human military again.

#mhairiwrites #cod au #tf 141 x reader #today on CWs I never thought I would have to use #was going to make one an octopus but we all know that would be Konig #and I liked flamboyant Gaz and fat Soap and Price and sharp toother Ghost too much

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enkvyu · 10 months

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2:24am — getou suguru ;

a cold, bitter chill sweeps the courtyard of jujutsu high, snow like dust clinging to tree branches and settling atop slopped roofs.

you shiver, the cold enough to penetrate even the thickest of your sweaters and your cigarette does little to numb your body. even the flame at the end whimpers and dies against the wind.

with a sigh, you scrap the end of your cigarette against the wall, dragging a long charcoal line. getou perks up when you take out another cigarette and chuckles when you fumble around.

you glare over at him, but ask him anyway. "do you have a lighter i can borrow?"

he raises his eyebrow at you, drinking in a deep exhale of his own cigarette. "you forgot to bring one?"

"i think i left it with shoko and who knows where she is right now."

"this is your third cigarette in a while now, you good there?"

"is this a smoke session or a therapy appointment?" you reply with a lazy smirk, just enough to show that there were no hard feelings. "if i wanted to talk about my feelings, i would be drinking until i see the bottom of a bottle, not standing outside in the middle of nowhere, in the middle of winter, with you."

getou raises his arms as if to relent, his cigarette tilting off his bottom lip. "just thought i'd check in. you needed a lighter, right?"

you point to your cigarette, also resting in your mouth. "does it look lit to you?"

your classmate takes a step forward, hand digging around in his pant pocket when an idea struck him. he makes a show of shoving his hand in his other pocket, and then peeking into his shirt, flicking his bangs to the side to get a good look, before coming back emptyhanded. "oh man, looks like i left my lighter behind as well."

"yeah? where'd you leave it?"

"with gojo."

you send him an unimpressed look. "the non-smoker of our group?"

"he wanted to see if it would light underwater. called it his hypothesis. if it's him, he'd probably make it somehow."

though it was very difficult to believe getou's terrible excuse, you don't disagree.

you scan him up and down, from his warm smile that would fool everyone but you, to his pants that dragged down on one side, something heavy causing the shift in fabric. "is that a lighter in your pocket or are you happy to see me?"

"i'm always happy to see you. hey, come here."

your body stutters at that. "what?"

getou ignores your deer-in-headlights look and steps forward, closing the distance between the two of you in one step. leaning down, he secures his cigarette with two fingers, using his other hand to balance himself on the wall beside you, and presses it against your own. you didn't see this happening, you could only infer as your eyes dances around his face instead, captivated at the proximity and the smoothness of his skin, the way his hair fluttered gently in the winter air, the slight redness of his nose and the furrow between his brow as he held his cigarette.

he peers down to ensure the two sticks meet, eyelashes casting shadows against his cheek.

when your cigarette catches on, and you don't see this from happening either, getou's eyes flicker to look at yours. your eyes meet with a spark that doesn't come from your cigarettes, and holds until you feel the smoke irritate the back of your throat.

taking a step back, you lightly clear your throat. when you take a deep breath of your cigarette, you realise you really needed it. "what the heck, getou, that was too smooth. you could make a girl swoon with that."

"well, did it work on you?"

you meet his eyes with a start. "did you want it to?"

you let the silence draw out, looking into his eyes as if they'd give you an answer, especially when he doesn't. suddenly, getou breaks the eye contact, a slight red dusting his cheeks. he chuckles humourlessly. you watch as getou inhales and exhales, leaning against the wall and looking straight ahead.

"way to turn it back on me." he says.

"it's your fault for not being prepared."

"how can i ever be prepared when you find the weirdest things to say?"

"it's been three years now, you'd think you found a way around that already."

you huff out a condensed breath of smoke and when the wind doesn't start to blow it away, you do it yourself, fanning it with an irritated wave. when your hand comes back down to rest on the wall, your pinky hits getou's hand.

you don't pull away, but you look over at him. his faux indifference isn't lost on you, his gaze pulled to the side opposite you as if there was anything interesting about the trees and rocks. even though his head is turned away, the red on the tips of his ears and the smile he tries to hide with his cigarette is unmistakeable.

you blink slowly, the tingle from the connection making your heartbeat faster even when the chemicals in your cigarette work to slow it down. finally, you intertwine your pinky with his. you hear him exhale deeply, and then shuffle to face the front once more. what he didn't expect was you, staring right at him to catch his eye.

getou's face burns. "what is it?" he asks, clearing his throat.

"nothing."

"if it was nothing, you wouldn't be looking at me like that."

"i was just thinking. it took you a while to finally make a move, is all."

getou splutters and it's so out of character that it makes you laugh. he groans, covering his face with his other hand, cigarette wedged in between two fingers.

“since when?” he asks behind his hand.

you hum in thought. “maybe last year. what about you?”

“first year. when we first met.”

“love at first sight? you are so cheesy.”

he huffs, the corner of his smile visible despite his efforts. “right? almost wished i didn’t fall in love right then and there.”

“fall in love?” you repeat and he looks at you alarmed. “i was just talking about a little crush, what’s this about love?”

“you—”

your grin steals the words from his mouth and he sighs into his palm. he lets it drop, defeated, cigarette end crunching against the wall. “fine, you win. i should have done something sooner, whatever. you’re terrible.”

you're urged to tease him more when he interlaces with your hand, the grip warm against the snow, firm and steady like it was always meant to be there. this time, when you look up at him, getou’s already gazing right back at you. he doesn’t break his hold this time and it’s your turn to blush at his assertiveness. only then does he seem to falter, feeling conscious.

"now we're just two blushing idiots in the snow."

getou smiles at that. "talk about cheesy." his gaze falls to his cigarette, the end only smoking every now and again. it's dead, he realises, so he puts it out under his foot. "want to head back inside? it's getting cold."

"really?" you say, lifting your interconnected hand. "it's pretty warm for me."

getou gives you a lop-sided grin. "cheesy." he tugs you towards him, towards the door of the school and you have to groan at the prospect of returning to class after all the trouble you went through to get away. you let yourself be dragged off though, hand holding getou's, ready to face the rapid-fire questions you know you'll get asked when you make it back.

still, the heat of your hands makes it way up to your face and you have to tuck your chin into the collar of your shirt to hide the evidence.

the winter air whistles in your ear, its cold a faraway problem.

the urge to make the reader die in getou's arms or irruptively after any super fluffy moment is Intense. like toji just appears with a gun and bang (sorry getou i would pray for your happiness but i'm an atheist)

#getou x reader #getou x you #getou suguru #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #getou suguru fluff #getou fluff #ieiri shoko #gojo satoru #sashisu #sss trio #geto suguru #geto x reader #geto x you #jjk x you #getou #getou hcs

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cheriihoney · 9 months

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Back from the dead because i was busy with internship but im free now.

I thought i would leave behind genshin impact but wRIOTHESLEY GOT ME BY THE NECK,,,,,HES SO HANDSOME,,,, SO QUICK THING FOR YANDERE!WRIOTHESLEY AND MAID!READER

Have not played the latest archon quest. I only know that wriothesley is hot so bear with me here ^^

EDIT: just took out some repeating dialogue, sorry it took a while to notice!!

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You’re one of the braver maids, or one of the more dumber oness, for accepting a job to work in an underwater fortress. To be perfectly honest the place isn’t so bad if you ignore how cold and lonesome it is. The other maids barely raising their voices above a whisper when the lord of the fortress is there. They were afraid. It is common knowledge that beyond his role of subduing criminals he is a kind, gentle and noble man with the way children flock to him to clumsily honor his gauntlets with stickers. And yet, despite knowing this it is difficult to be in his presence. Tall, dark, foreboding and handsome. People who come across him are at crossroads with how they are intimidated by his presence and how enamored they are with it.

With you however, youre just doing a job as his ‘official’ personal maid. Originally you were a simple new hire and as one of your first tasks, you were expected to take care of his grace after a long grueling day at work. Other maids were too skittish to do it. For fear of doing something wrong or being caught oogling at their employer. You didn’t have any personal feelings towards his grace. Aside from being thankful that he employed you, payed and gave a roof over your head. You owe it to your philosophy of not sticking your nose where it shouldn’t be. Silently dressing Wriothesley’s wounds from a particularly bad brawl that day. A large gash was inflicted on hjim, luckily it wasn’t deep and didn’t require stitches. Basic empathy made you feel concerned and made extra sure that before the he arrived home, you lit a soothing lavender candle in his room to help him relax.

“Lighting a candle for me isn’t necessary” Wriothesley murmured. The sudden statement made you drop the roll of bandages in surprise, not expecting the lord of the fortress to speak to you. You quickly picked up the roll from the floor, setting it in back in the medical kit.

“Of course your grace” You replied carefully. You werent afraid of him, hes just a guy to you but still. This man is your boss and you did something that he didnt ask you to do. Potentially you could get scolded, or worse. Fired.

“It is presumptious of me but I thought it would be good for you if I lit a lavender scented candle before your arrival. Given that you came back injured and that you’re an extremely hard worker” your palms were sweating profusely under his steel gaze. He may be sititng in his chair while you stood by his side, but even then he still held all the power in the room.

Those short, excruciating, moments of him staring into your eyes when you gave your reasoning gave you ample time to overthink that you were booted out of the job. It must’ve been the trick of the eye when something carnal and possessive glinted in his eyes. Before you could think on it more he turned away and grabbed his newspaper in front of him.

“I see. You may go” Was all he said, turning a page. You bowed deeply before politely skedaddling away from him. As you turned the door knob his voice broke the silence again. This time, his voice sounded a tad softer.

“Thank you. It was kind of you to do that”

Stunned by his gratitude, your mouth refused to form words. Instead you noddedly dumbly with a nervous smile to match and promptly left the study. Unaware of the brewing affections that you ignited in Wriothesley.

#🍒 writing #yandere x reader #yandere wriothesley x reader #yandere genshin #yandere wriothesley #yandere wriothesley x y/n #yandere x y/n #ehe its been a while since i wrote #did not edit <3 #yandere genshin impact

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youjustwaitsunshine · 1 month

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Seb helmets: the long awaited sequel

Mugello 2020:

Not on Seb's website, but still on ferraris instagram, Seb had this helmet to celebrate Ferraris 1000th gp. (in the same week, he announced his move to aston martin)

Turkish GP 2021

a beautiful sea creature design to remind us to save our oceans. i personally really love the turtles

Singapore GP 2022

gorgeous neon rainbow on super light absorbent black design. now it can be said with finality (as of yet): jens munser and sebastian vettel never missed when it was about helmets in singapore. i have a keychain of this helmet so I'm especially fond of it.

British GP 2022

ngl i cried a bit just from pulling those pictures up again. he is so loved. i love how even though we know barely anything about sebs family, this helmet shows so much personality from his kids and hanna. this is the most gorgeous helmet of them all. however, shoutout to the subtle nigel mansell design hed have driven with if his family hadn't made a secret birthday helmet for him.

Abu Dhabi 2022

I'm so so proud to be a fan of a driver who loves his fans. The few times I've met Seb, he's always taken his time - often more than allotted - to greet as many people as he could, pose for pictures sign things etc. He feels very genuine in showing his appreciation for his fans and so I think this helmet is a beautiful monument to the love people have for him. He is deeply beloved and in turn, he loves his fans and has shown this from his retirement message that was so much more personal than a press release, over the time between the announcement to his last race and beyond. This helmet is a testament to the way we love Seb and the way he loves us back.

USGP 2022

Peace and Love baby! this gorgeous woodstock inspired piece is incredibly gaudy and glittery and very unapologetically so. i love it deeply but opinions were very split on it

Japan 2022

a very cleverly done thank you to helmet provider arai. who doesn't love opening packages? especially one as beautiful as this one! it's a bit sad to not have the little ninja mascot on the helmet for sebs last f1 race in japan, however, with his 2022 helmet designs being so beautiful and elevated, he outgrew it a bit. important side note about japan 2022 here is sebs battle to the line with fernando alonso.

Hungary 2021

Let us remember this GP for the joy it brought and not the desperation that followed. Seb came, saw and served cunt in his rainbow sneakers, rainbow shirt, rainbow mask and rainbow helmet. He drove to the podium and nothing bad or terrible happened after.

Brazil 2022

the intertwined bars of the german and then, further up, the climate change flag (and the brazilian one on top) are reminiscent of the 2018 german gp helmet!

Austria 2022

The iconic bee helmet! I actually have a few pics of this one from the Austrian GP that i took myself. Even though that GP specifically sucked so hard it made Seb sway towards retiring, the helmet is beautiful and iconic.

Honourable Mentions:

- Miami 2022: the snorkel helmet! first GP underwater, also premiering sebs GIGANTICALLY OVERSIZED climate change t shirt also found in his shoo

- Canada 2022: Canadas Climate Crimes/ stop mining tar sands. this one made a politician on twitter sooooo angry. it lost her rant a bit of credibility that she directly profited from the tar sand mining.

- LGBTQ+ CLEAN OUR OCEANS (Abu Dhabi 2021): the world's to do list. i mostly have to laugh at the unlucky placement of the lgbtq+ and the clean our oceans phrase. why are the cishets exempt from cleaning our oceans? questionable.

- Race4Women: Saudi Arabia 2021. a return of the beautiful day-glow paint.

almost all of sebs helmets are either on the sebsite or deep in jens munsers archives (difficult but not impossible to find)

Seb helmet masterpost

#sebastian vettel #ive seen a few of these helmets irl at the essen motorshow and i honestly just stood there in awe #helmets like this are such an underrated art form

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asterefflores · 6 months

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Hello Aster....

Im the who gave the idea of the twins argument..

Now i have another idea

Please save me😂😭

You know I was just thinking about what would happen if Roksoo just wake up in the middle of the night and feel his body is burning because he's having a fever but he just ignore it and then Cale would wake up by his moans in sleep because he was sick and having nightmares at the same time...

So.. yeah..

with the presence of daddy Tristan Please 😭❤️

Sorry for giving you trouble and Thank you so much😭❤️

Daddy Tristan must be with them in every request now I think lol xD

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Cold, it was freezing cold…

His body went numb and even stopped shaking at some point. He wondered if this was how he would finally die.

People hurriedly walked past the alley to their homes to avoid the coming storm. It wasn’t like they hadn’t noticed the child lying on the floor curled up on himself, looking too frail and barely alive. Their glances lasted less than a second.

He hoped for a little bit of sympathy. Having an extra layer to wear would be appreciated. However, it appears that people have become accustomed to seeing homeless and dying people on the streets.

Perhaps he couldn’t say people were cruel for this. Surely, ignoring poor people didn’t come naturally at first. He himself had met some particularly obscene and desperate beggars who had come to be viewed as a potential danger to anyone showing a moment of kindness.

He never thought of excusing those people in the past; a kid wouldn’t be able to understand all sides of society. He only focused on surviving and avoiding getting beaten up. He could steal some clothes and food from shops around, but he hates pain. Scamming was much better, but he couldn’t move an inch now after getting ganged up by some teens who couldn’t find a stray cat to bully as their daily routine. Instead, they found a stray kid and probably thought, ‘Even better’.

Now he was all bruised, and he was too tired to try and find shelter for the night. He wished for one person to feel a bit sorry for him, but the streets soon became empty, and there was no one to glance his way anymore. There was no use to keep his eyes open in hopes that anyone would come his way to help.

Even though he probably should keep his eyes open in case other bullies would target him on a whim again, he was too tired.

His eyes slowly closed…

He lived long, yet he still found it difficult to survive once again in a dirty alley with a body of skin and bones.

The storm arrived, and he barely even flinched under the torrential downpour.

However, he didn’t know if he was starting to imagine stuff, but he felt warm below the water that pooled from the rainstorm, or was he dying?

If this is how death feels like, then perhaps he should’ve given up long ago…

“Mhm…”

A quiet sound escaped him as he basked in the warmth at last, feeling at ease as he was drowned underwater.

He felt incredibly light, as if his soul was finally set free. He was floating away and safe from everyone…

“—ung…”

Wait, how is he a kid again?

“—yung…”

Where are his Ancient Powers?

“Hyung…”

“…mmh…?”

The muffled sounds of drowning were suddenly gone when he opened his eyes, though he strained to keep them open before he finally gave up after a few tired blinks.

“…hmm…?”

Why can’t he form a single word? Why does his body feel heavy and cold all over? Why is it hard to move even his jaw?

He soon felt like he was suffocating. He noticed his shallow breathing…

“Hmm…” he made a quiet sound with his eyes closed, appreciating the cool hand that came to rest on his forehead.

“Gentle Human, is the Human still having a nightmare…?”

He heard Raon asking quietly, sounding worried.

“I think he’s awake now, dear. But…he has a fever…”

‘…was I making noises in my sleep?’

Rok-Soo heard Cale softly speaking to the kids while seemingly tapping on some device, almost whispering so as not to disturb his hyung even though his hyung was awake indeed.

He gulped as he thought of speaking, and he slightly frowned in pain at how sore his throat was. ‘I really have a fever?’

How was that possible? What about the Vitality of the Heart?

“Hyung, I called Dad. He’ll be here in a second— ah, here he is.”

‘Right, we decided to spend the night in the tower…’

He could feel at ease with Tristan around. Their dad somehow always manages to solve their issues fast, after all.

Just as Cale announced, Rok-Soo felt another presence calmly sitting by his side on the bed. He felt another hand patting his head gently.

“…something is restricting his Ancient Powers, it seems.”

His eyebrows were slightly furrowed with his eyes still closed at hearing Tristan.

“Probably the effect of a malfunctioning device in the tower,” Tristan explained, standing up calmly after, “I’ll go take a look quickly.” He walked back to the teleport podium and looked at Cale, “Don’t let him drink or eat anything yet, not even water. It may worsen his condition.”

“I understand.”

Tristan offered a little smile to Cale and the kids, “It won’t take long.”

He left as soon as they relaxed their expressions.

Rok-Soo felt the bed dip a little on his left. The hand on his forehead moved to his chest just above the blanket, patting lightly.

Pat, Pat…

‘…is dongsaeng using magic?’

The action made him feel less cold. It felt nice and comfortable. He could drift back to sleep with this…

…he heard little, soft murmurs from the kids, and it all helped lull him to sleep eventually…

This time, he dreamt of his brat of a dongsaeng joking beside him with the kids before sleep, teasing him with light pats on his chest and the kids mimicking him as they patted his head and cheek with their paws.

He kept sighing, smiling and laughing while they played silly again, as they always do every night.

The rest of the dream was a haze when he suddenly opened his eyes and found the gentle sunlight streaming in through the windows on his right.

He blinked blankly, lying still and staring at the ceiling. The room was as comfortably quiet as usual, with the kids sticking to him in their sleep.

“Good morning.”

He looked to the door at the whisper to find Cale just entering the room, closing the door quietly behind him.

“…did I have a fever?” Rok-Soo asked as Cale walked toward the bed, showing his easy smile as if nothing had happened.

“Yes, you did, it wasn’t a dream.” Cale answered and sat on the chair beside the bed. “Dad came back half an hour later and said it shouldn’t take long for your Ancient Powers to help you recover soon. Minutes later, and your fever was gone.”

“I see.” The whole night feels like a blur in his mind now. It’s been so long since he last fell sick, so it was almost a foreign experience now after all those years. “Why are you smiling like that?” He finally asked when the brat kept smiling strangely with amused eyes.

“I just wonder, what were you dreaming about? You kept smiling the whole time in your sleep before you started laughing.” Cale chuckled so as not to wake the kids, “The kids called Dad again. They told him to come check again because you were probably possessed.”

“……”

Cale started giggling quietly as his hyung sighed.

“Dad effortlessly convinced them they should get to sleep because their worrying souls are the ones disturbing you, so Raon used magic to make the three of them sleep until I wake them up.”

“……”

Rok-Soo just sighed again while his dongsaeng laughed at the whole thing.

He pretended later to have forgotten what he dreamt about, and of course, neither Cale nor Tristan believed him, probably even the kids.

#lout of count’s family #lcf #trash of the count's family #tcf #fanfic #fanfic ocs

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flyiingsly · 6 months

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The Fall

Square : Tech

Pairing : Tech x gn!reader

Warnings : Reader nearly drowning, mention of death, head trauma, a bit of angst, mutual pining i guess, water, a LOT of cold water

Wordcount : 4,2k

Summary : What if it was you who fell into the river while mining ipsium instead of Omega ? And what if that accident was the trigger that Tech needed to finally confess his love to you ?

A/N : My ninth submission for the @clonexreaderbingo ! 😄 A little "What If ?" scenario for my beloved Tech, enjoy ❤

Disclaimer : I'm still struggling to understand English grammar properly, English is not my native language and even if I have proofread my writtings several times, there is probably still typos in it. I'm very self conscious about it and I apologize for it in advance, but I'm doing my best to do better and I'm actively working at improving my writting skills !

So if you spot a typo, feel free to point it to me so I can correct it, it will be much appreciated :)

You’ve always had incredibly fast reflexes, so when you saw Omega’s foot starting to slip from the rock wall she was mining ipsium from, you immediately jumped to catch her before she fell in the void. But you just had enough time to lift her up and pushed her toward Tech in a desperate move, so he could secure her before it was your turn to slip.

You decided to go look after them after they were both gone for a moment, Omega because she needed some time alone at first, then Tech because he’d gone to check on her and trying to fix things up between them. You weren’t expecting to find them mining ipsium together when you reached their position though. That’s why you stayed with them, to assist Omega, for the ipsium spot was very difficult and dangerous to access, and even if Tech was already watching over her, you didn’t want anything to happen to her. And you did well.

It was so fast you didn’t even realize what was happening to you. The edge of the platform crumbled unexpectedly under your feet, forcing you to catch a nearby rock that was sticking out from the wall, but it wasn’t enough to retain you. The rock was dusty, your hand couldn’t get a proper grip on it, and the second after, you were falling through a long and dark tunnel.

The last thing you heard was Omega’s voice screaming your name, then you crashed against a hard and running mass of water. It was cold and roaring. You felt like if you were very small and lightweighted, insignificant against its rage. You tried your best to fight the current to stay afloat and keep control of your trajectory, but it was vain, the water was stronger than you. You had the hardest of times keeping your head outside the water.

You couldn’t see a thing around due to the lack of luminosity. You had no idea if you were about to crash against a rock or not, where that hell of a river was taking you, or what distance you had already covered that way. You were alone and disoriented, fighting against an enemy way too powerful for you. In that instant, you felt doomed.

But in the intermittences when your head was above the water, you saw a glimmer of light appearing a few meters away, reverberating on the wall of the cave. It was coming toward you, and you desperately searched for its source, afraid to come face to face with a new type of hostile creature. When you finally did, you let out a gasp of surprise.

“Tech !”

He had followed you in your fall by a couple of seconds, jumping after you without hesitation. He closed the distance between you faster than you expected, and without saying a word, you felt one of his arms sliding around your waist, grasping it tightly. You wrapped yours around his in return, clinging to him like you never clung to someone before.

You were both trying to stay afloat when an unexpected underwater current violently sucked you up toward the bottom of the river. It was so powerful that even your tight embrace couldn’t resist it, and you were quickly separated.

Fighting the water was impossible at that point, all that was left for you was to hope that you could reach the surface again soon enough to not die of asphyxia. You desperately tried to look for Tech, but the water was blurring your vision, and all you could see was a far lighter patch of grey in the middle of a field of shapeless spots of darker colors.

When you finally catch the lighter tone of his armor near you, you stretch your arms to catch him. You nearly succeeded, as you felt the brief touch of his hand trying to grab yours, before another current tore you apart again.

Nearly instantly, your body hit a hard obstacle, a violent pain merging from the left side of your head. In an unconscious reflex, you tried to reach the painful spot with your hand, but you just couldn’t. It was so overwhelming that you were like paralyzed by it. Your vision started to blur even more, but not from the water this time, and a sudden numbness invaded your body.

Everything went black, and you got drown deeper toward the bottom of the underground river.

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A violent cough took you out of your unconsciousness, suddenly waking you up from your coma. It was painful, for your lungs were trying their best to expulse the water stuck in them. When it finally stopped, you felt exhausted and weak, you realized that you were cold and trembling due to the wetness of your clothes.

It took you a few more seconds to realize that you were laying on a hard and uncomfortable bed of rocks, and that your head was badly aching. Your sensations were slowly starting to come back when you noticed a distant voice calling your name and asking you if you could hear them. Then you felt something touching your face, brushing softly against your cheek. It was that feeling that finished to bought you back to reality.

When you finally found the strength to open your eyes again, you distinguished a blurry face leaned over you, surrounded by a soft blue glow. The voice was heard again, but only a few inches from you this time, as you bathed your eyelids several time to allows your eyes to adapt to the light.

“Tech …” you whisper as you recognized him, “What … What happened ? Where are we ?” you ask with confusion, trying to sit down. You realized that what was touching your face lately was his hand when it slid from it as you raised your upper body.

You heard him muttered a “Oh thanks maker you’re alive” in a relieved tone, but your head was spinning, and you would have fallen back on the ground if he hadn’t been here to catch you by the shoulders.

“Be careful, your head appeared to have suffered a violent shock against a rock while we were underwater, you probably are badly concussed. I suggest that you stay still for now.” He quickly informed you as he sat on your left, sliding an arm around your shoulders to ensure your balance, and pulling you closer to him. Without thinking about it, you slid one of your own arms around his waist, and rested your aching head on his shoulder, which gave him the reflex to tighten his grip around you in a protective gesture.

“Underwater …” you mumble, slowly connecting the dots.

He looked at you with a concerned look, “Yes, do you remember what happened ?”

You slightly raised your head to meet his gaze through his googles. His eyes were watery, but you put that on the water that must still be trapped behind the glassed²&a.

“Yeah, I did … Omega, the ipsium, the fall, the river … I think I remember everything, except the moment when we get out of the water …”

“That’s a good think if you remember all of it. In fact, you went unconscious after your head hit that rock, so you wouldn’t be able to remember much after that, that’s normal.”

“So, what happened after?” you ask curiously.

“Well, I spent a moment battling against the current after you got hit, but I somehow managed to reach for you, and moments after we fell down a waterfall into this cave. I just had to carry you out of the water onto the edge then.”

Your eyes widened at his words as you suddenly realized what it meant. You didn’t answer anything for a few second, dreamingly looking at him.

“Thank you” you whisper.

“For … For what ?” he mumbles in surprise, still holding your gaze. If there had been just a bit more of light in that cave, you would have noticed the slight blushing passing on his face for sure.

“For jumping right after me, for preventing me from drowning, for saving my life.” You breath out with emotion.

“Well … That’s what squad mates do, right ? I know you would have probably done the same for any of us.” he answers after a few seconds, trying his best to not let himself be distracted by your closeness and keep his usual factual tone.

“You’re right”, you speak back, a bright smile growing on your face, “Of course I would have done the same for any of you, without any hesitation !”

His heart melted instantly when he saw your joyful expression, just like every times you were smiling, except that this time, it was even more precious and meaningful for him, for only minutes before he thought that he might never see that smile again.

“I know” he repeats in a whisper, smiling back.

But soon a shadow passed on his face, making his smile vanish and his gaze lowering, breaking the eye contact between you. He suddenly seemed concerned by something that you couldn’t discern.

“Hey … Tech, are you okay ?”

He stayed silent for a long time, looking like he was in the middle of a complicated internal dilemma.

“In fact”, he finally lets out, still looking at the ground, “I think that I have something to tell you …”

His tone was shy and hesitant, contrasting with his usual confident tone.

“What ?” you ask, raising an eyebrow, confused and with absolutely no clue about what to expect.

The atmosphere became tensed as his face turned expressionless, increasing your worries. He remained silent again. You felt that his struggling was starting to overwhelm him, and you could feel his nervousness and his heart beat accelerating.

You had never saw him like that before, and for a moment you weren’t sure how to react. He seemed paralyzed, and it was nearly frightening. That closeness wasn’t usual neither, he habitually wasn’t really fond of physical contacts, and now that the mist of your coma had dissipated and that you were able to fully notice and think about the position in which you both were, you found it strange that he was the one, in the first place, to initiate it by pulling you closer.

You didn’t want to become too intrusive, but you thought that, maybe, one more physical contact could create an electroshock to pull him out of his difficult thoughts. At this point, you were so confused and distraught that you weren’t sure what to do.

So you let go of his waist to move your hand toward his head and the back of his neck, gently caressing his exposed skin with the back of your fingers.

“Tech, please, talk to me, everything will be alright …” you whisper to him softly, eyes locked on his face.

It caused exactly what you wanted it to do, as he slowly raised his head to look back at you right in the eyes. He opened his mouth like if he wanted to say something, but no words got out of it. His eyes were sad, and he remained silent for a few more seconds, before letting out a sigh and finally started to speak.

“The truth is …” he began, his brows furrowing and an expression of fear appearing on his face, “when I got you out of the water and noticed that you were unconscious and barely breathing, then when I saw the wound on your head … Something happened in my mind ... I started to realize that I was, probably, about to see you die … That I was about to lose you for real. You didn’t respond to me for several minutes, I tried my best to help you, but it didn’t seem to work, and for the first time in my life, I felt kind of …. Powerless, and useless. It was the worst thing that I have ever felt, and, honestly, I was frightened, because the last thing that I wanted was to lose you. For a moment, I thought that I would never be able to talk to you, to share things with you, to see you smile … And when you finally woke up, when you finally opened your eyes again, I told myself that I was the luckiest person ever to still have you with me, alive and breathing …”

The words were escaping from his mouth so fast that he was now nearly out of breath. He lets out another sigh, searching for his words, nervous, terrified to confess things that had been on his mind for a long time now but dying to do it at the same time.

“In fact …”, he goes on, with a more contained voice, retrieving his usually calm and composed tone, “It made me realize that maybe I should tell you about my feelings before I definitely miss the chance and lose you for real. Even if telling you will certainly not change anything, it’s even probably not a good idea, but I’ve got to a point where I’m not sure if I can hold it anymore. And I think that the opportunity that I have right now to be alone with you will maybe not happen again soon, so I think that it’s the right moment, especially after what we just went through together…”

You confusedly looked at him, absent mindlessly raising a brow.

“I’m … not sure to understand what’s going on here …” you let out slowly, your brain overthinking the situation, preparing for what could possibly come next.

“I know” he adds, “that’s because I’ve always did my best to not let anything show. I have the chance to be able to compartmentalize my feelings to focus on the relevant and rational ones only. Even if it’s a bit exhausting, I have to admit. I have a hard time understanding what I happen to feel sometimes, so expressing it is even harder. It’s easier to just push all of it in a corner and try to ignore it.”

You could feel he was still struggling with his words under his confident tone.

“Yeah, I know about that, it’s exhausting, indeed …” you sadly answer.

“Well, all that I wanted to say is that …” he pauses to take a deep breath, “I think that I probably … Have fallen in love with you, and I, for once, just can’t ignore it even if it’s frightening me.”

Your eyes widen and you unconsciously gasped at his words.

“What ?”, you mumble, unable to say more. For a moment, you were frozen on the spot trying to get over what you had just heard and to understand how it could have happened, and how you didn’t see anything coming, as well as wondering if anyone else was knowing anything. You were still processing his words when you felt his grip around your body loosening, his hand slowly letting go of you.

“I knew it wasn’t a good idea …” he mutters, lowering his gaze, a regretful expression appearing on his face, “I’m sorry, I knew I shouldn’t have told you that, that’s why I wasn’t planning on ever doing it. I guess I’ve definitely ruined our already existent relationship now …”

He was trying his best to look composed, but you could still feel how seriously he was affected. He was usually never addressing his feelings openly, so you could easily imagine how hard it could have been for him to open up to you, and how bad he must feel right now.

After all, you were understanding him deeply, for you had been refraining your own feeling as well. But as he just said, the opportunity will probably not happen again, and you didn’t want to miss it.

Holding on tight on his shoulder to prevent him from moving away, you finally find the courage to answer him.

“Hey, please, don’t say that …” you whisper, “you didn’t ruin anything …”

It was hard for you to find the right words, you were as frightened as him, and you had never considered the idea of mutuals feelings a possibility.

“I have to admit that I wasn’t expecting that … Not because it is a bad thing, but because …” you sight, suddenly realizing what you were about to say, “… because we’re in this together …”

He raised an eyebrow, not sure if his mind understood what you meant correctly.

“Are you telling me that, you too, have feelings for me ? In the same kind of way, I mean ?”

“Yes, that’s what I’m trying to tell you … I was so sure that I was the only one in this case that I’ve tried to ignore it and burry it as far as I could in the back of my mind too, but that’s not how it works … And I didn’t want to ruin everything between us neither, so I just stayed quiet about it ...”

He looked at you, completely silent and still, processing what he had just heard, before he finally could talk again.

“What are we doing about it then ?”

“I don’t know, what do you want to do ? I don’t want to force my choices on you, you know, if you prefer for us to never make anything out of these feelings because that’s easier that way, I’ll understand, I don’t want to rush you …” you lower your head, that very thought of it suddenly breaking your heart. He didn’t say anything at first, and you let it sinks, not really sure what to expect.

“What if I wanted to give it a try ? After all, the probabilities of you having reciprocated feelings for me were very low, so I think that I’m lucky enough not to waste that chance, what do you think ?” he finally answer, smiling at you softly, yet still a bit nervous.

“I think that it could be a very good idea.”

Your face were burning at that moment, and you were glad that the light was dimed enough for him not to notice it.

“Even when knowing how differently my mind works ?” he asks more hesitantly.

“I know you Tech, that’s a part of why I fell for you, don’t worry about that.” You reassure him.

“Well, I’m even more lucky than I thought I already was then.”

You chuckled at his remark, then something came back to your mind, and you couldn’t help but address it to him, out of curiosity.

“Was that your hand I felt on my cheek when I woke up ?”

“Yes, it was ... I’m sorry, I just … let myself got overwhelmed by the emotion when checking your heartbeat …”

“No, don’t be sorry, it was comforting honestly, even if I didn’t understand where it was coming from at first. I was just thinking … Can you … Can you do it again, please ?”

It was true, as soon as it seemed to you that the feeling was coming from him touching you, you had wished for that contact to happen again, even more intensely than the usual, and even though your mind tried to trick you into thinking that it was just some sort of hallucination caused by the lack of oxygen.

Looking at you right in the eyes and without a word, he slowly reached for your face with one of his hands, brushing your cheek slightly with the tips of his fingers at first, to end up cupping It with his whole palm, his thumb gently caressing your skin. You shivered under his touch, closing your eyes to fully focus on the sensation, savoring every second of it.

He was starting to shyly close the distance between your two faces, craving for an even more intimate contact, when a familiar voice suddenly exits from his commlink, making you both jump in surprise, cutting the moment.

“Found it !” Wrecker’s enthusiastic voice beams through the device.

“Alright Tech, we’ve got her, and we found the gear and the ipsium.” Hunter’s voice soon followed.

You looked at each other, a bit stunned, and you quickly understood that he must have contacted them after getting out of the water and asked them to find Omega and retrieve your stuff.

“Good” Tech answers, with a more confident and directive tone, breaking the eye contact with you.

“Next, you’ll need to carefully scale down the narrow crevasse and descend into the aqueduct below. You will come upon us once the rapids eject you over the waterfall. But you must not compromise the mineral vials or you will perish.”

You heard Wrecker groans in dissatisfaction as a response.

“Well, that’s a way to motivate them.” you let out ironically.

At the sound of your voice, Omega instantly came into the conversation.

“(y/n) ! Are you okay ?” she exclaims, a mix of concern and relief in her voice.

“Yeah, don’t worry, I’m fine, thanks to Tech.” you softly smile at him.

“I was so worried about you, when I saw you fell, I … I’m sorry, it was all my fault …”

Her voice was anxious and the words were escaping her mouth way too fast, her apologies and guilt broke your heart.

“Don’t ever say that, Omega, it’s not your fault, you did your best. It’s gonna be okay, I’m okay, and we’ll be reunited soon, right ?” you try to reassure her.

“Right” the young girl answers, “I can’t wait to see you again, I miss you, (y/n).”

“I miss you too little one.”

“Alright then, we’re going, see you soon !” Hunter’s voice came through the commlink again, before the communication cut.

You let out a long sigh of relief, then the silence fell upon the two of you, only disturbed by the murmur of the water. You both sat here awkwardly, still holding each other tight, not really knowing what to do. Your eyes met again and you held each other’s gaze for a moment before you finally say something.

“Well …” you whisper nervously, “What a hell of a day, uh …”

The remark made him chuckles, easing the tension floating in the air. You looked so cute being all nervous around him.

A sudden burst of courage took over him, and he gently cupped your cheeks with both of his hands this time, leaning forward you and closing the already tight space separating you once and for all, to settle his forehead against yours.

You closed your eyes, enjoying the pleasing sensation of his skin against yours once again, as the beating of your heart started to accelerate. His nose came brushing against yours, then his trembling lips slowly moved forward, staying so close but so far at the same time. You knew that he was so nervous that he couldn’t go further. His heart was racing too, and after a few seconds of hesitation, you decided to give him a little help to close the remaining distance.

As soon as your mouth met his, he instantly answered the kiss and pulled you even closer. He was holding you so desperately and his lips were so eager to taste yours that you knew he had been waiting for that for a long time. It was shy and a bit clumsy, but yet soft and intense. He couldn’t resist the urge to give you another kiss right after the first one, more confident but just as soft.

After that, you stay forehead against forehead, his hands still framing your face, one of yours still settled on his shoulder as the other one was running its fingers gently through his hair, looking dreamingly at each other.

“What’s gonna happens now ?” you ask after a moment, “Are we gonna tell them ?”

“I don’t know … To be honest, I think that they’re going to notice it rather quickly, it’s hard to hide anything from them for more than a couple days, and “a couple days” is an optimistic range actually.”

“Oh I believe you on that !” you giggle.

“To be fair” he adds, “I think that Hunter and Echo have already saw through me somehow. I have no idea about how they managed to find out, but they did, judging by the couple of remarks and allusions they had already gave me.”

The tough of Hunter and Echo teasing Tech about you made you laugh, they really where talented when it came to reading their brothers.

“Yeah, I see what you mean, they did the same to me, and I’m still trying to figure out how they found out for me too …” you chuckle.

You didn’t get the chance to finish your conversation, as a loud splash sound and a couples of mixed screams came bursting through the calm atmosphere of the cave, announcing that the rest of the group had successfully made their way to you.

At their sight, you looked at each other, and as they were swimming in your direction, Tech leaned his head toward you and whispered in your ear with an amused smile :

“Well, let’s see how many times we got before getting caught now !”

#cfb2023 #vi writing #tech x reader #the bad batch #tech #tbb tech #the bad batch x reader #tbb x reader

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thegoosewiththemost · 2 years

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Cuddling with Beej HCs

This is exactly what it says on the tin because who doesn’t love cuddles?

- it’s not exactly hard to convince a Millenia old, touch-starved demon with self-esteem issues to cuddle.

- in fact it’s more difficult to convince him to keep his hands from roaming to inappropriate places or from humping you (which is unsurprising given his hyper sexual nature)

- you’d always wanted a committed relationship with a friend who would who would stand by you in life, no matter what happened. A little company to warm up the cold side of your bed and to spend time with.

- BJ is exactly that.

- platonic cuddling is great, once you establish that you’re strictly disinterested in engaging him in that way (at least, when you want a good friend to snuggle up to in the moment)

- there’s a part of you both that craves touch from another person so deeply that just the feeling of being held and holding someone else is enough to keep you sane and grounded.

- these are the times you feel the most unguarded around each other; when neither of you feel the need to be wary or hide.

- you trust him to respect your boundaries and keep your heart intact and you both use the opportunity to share your concerns, desires and hopes. It’s the kind of safety that you feel when you can set your worries aside, and feel weightless, like you’re underwater and oblivious to everything outside the moment you share with him.

- BJ’s arms feel like blankets around your shoulders and it’s so easy to fall asleep or just zone out in relaxation.

- you know he enjoys it as much as you do because you can hear the vibratory purrs and soft sounds of contentment echo when you rest against his chest

- it becomes almost natural for the both of you to find each other and even just lean against the other person to get that casual contact in day to day life.

- the best part is coming home to his warm embrace at the end of a long day or spacing out as you lay in bed together with your face pressed up into the crook of his neck to block out the light.

- cuddling really does BJ in too. To know that someone who cares is there to listen to him and who actually wants to touch him is phenomenal and it feels so entirely different to the heavy handed touch he had from his mother and the caress of sex.

- it feeds a hunger of a different kind which he wasn’t even aware he had and cuddling leaves him feeling full and sated afterwards.

- even better is knowing that you’ve fallen asleep in his arms. It’s something he shivers at as though it’s something so deeply sensual that he can’t even begin to describe it. Knowing that you trust him so much that you turn your eyes away and sleep is something that puts him in awe, every time without fail.

- even when having a lay, his partners have never slept with him or near him. There’s a wary distance that’s always maintained. Never something like this.

- it’s easy, it’s casual, it’s a great time for everyone involved.

#beetlejuice #beetlejuice musical #beetlejuice x reader #musicaljuice x reader #musicaljuice #brightjuice #blumjuice

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azra-herzen · 8 months

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well, i hope no one's against a silly little fanfic with my favourite boys.

this is something like a Fantasy Medieval AU, where Hitler is a siren and Goebbels is a human. enjoy. :D

(i wrote this, while listening to "I Wanna Be Yours"..)

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Goebbels squints fearfully, feeling the water pressing against his chest. making it hard to breathe. he holds on to Adolf's palms with a dead grip, but still feeling like he is slipping away, like he is unable to hold on.

he can't hear Hitler sighing softly, but he can, in fact, feel his gentle touch. the gentle touch of a creature that could break his neck in the blink of an eye, before he could even realize his own death. the siren strokes Joseph's back with it's clawed hands, though it is more difficult underwater, and caresses him like a small child.

”shh... hush, little one. i gave you the potion. you can breathe.” Adolf said quietly, gently putting his arm around him. the siren's voice was surprisingly as clear underwater as it was on land. Joseph only clungs to him more tightly, as if afraid that the siren would leave right away, swim away into the dark, frightening depths of this lake. "it's alright. i won't let anyone hurt you. do you hear me?"

he nods quickly, faintly, still without opening his eyes. Hitler presses him against his cold body, and Goebbels does not resist at all, even when his scaly tail is wrapped around him. even more, he squirms against his flexible body, feeling the discomfort recede slightly, giving way to a sense of security.

Demons of the Waves, how sirens were called, being among the deadliest of marine predators.

and right now the Demon of Waves is softly singing its enchanting and relaxing song to him. it makes his body go soft in Adolf's arms, humbly accepting his tender care. Goebbels' breathing smooths out, the water no longer interfering with his breathing so much. the tension bit by bit leaves his body as the siren sings its beautiful melody to him.

so it comes as a surprise to him when Hitler rises abruptly to the surface, with him in his arms. Joseph flinched, frantically breathing in the night air, looking dumbfounded at Adolf. the light wind, bristling the leaves of the forest trees, makes him shudder with cold.

”and you were scared?” his personal fascination says to him with a soft smile.

“…you know what, go to hell.”

the moonlight, like liquid silver, illuminates siren's wet hair, his pale skin, and his eyes, like a light lake water, as if making them glow.

he is mesmerized.

#reichblr

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fanfic-obsessed · 1 year

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Fall and Rise

This is another not really a fix-it, though it does fix some things. It is important to know, going in, that the Creche was slowly emptied throughout the war. The children were grouped by species and hidden with creche masters in the most difficult to reach places for each species (deep underwater on worlds non aquatic species had a hard time for the aquatic species, A mountains world for Avian species and so forth), following an indistinct warning in the Force, so there were only a handful of children (the ones that did not need specialized environment) and two crechmasters left in the temple at the time of Order 66. It is also important to know that Anakin/Vader did not kill the remaining children, though he still marched on the temple and killed everyone else. In this universe the children were just a step too far.

He orders the children not to be harmed and taken off Coruscant. The security tapes cut out before that point so no one knows what happened to the children later.

To set the stage we have an Obi Wan who is on the very edge of falling, vacillating wildly between duty and his attachment (to Anakin, to Cody, to his men). In another world, the death of the children tipped the scales, forcing Obi Wan past his blind spot where Anakin is concerned. Even watching the march on the temple, without the added horror of the children being slaughtered, Obi Wan is left with the feeling that Anakin must have had a good reason for what he did (he is thinking the same of the Clones).

Yoda, who has just as big a blind spot for Obi Wan as Obi Wan has for Anakin, still sends Obi Wan after Anakin. He doesn’t seem to perceive where Obi Wan is, mentally, just presumes that the younger Jedi would do his duty.

Padme still ends up confronting Anakin on Mustafar, Obi Wan still ends up stowing away. But before Anakin can lash out at Padme, Obi Wan (still flickering between the light and the dark) makes himself known. And instead of fighting Obi Wan is asking him what’s going on, and if Anakin knows what happened to the Clones. If he knows if there is a way to fix it.

This manages to derail the confrontation as both Padme and Anakin stare at the Jedi Master literally begging Anakin for answers. Anakin doesn’t know what changed about the Clones and answers thus.

It should be noted that both Anakin and Obi Wan kind of assume that whatever happened, overwrote the clones for lack of a better term. They do not know, or do not make the connection, to the chips. So they assume that who the Clones were before Order 66 is gone, forever.

The idea that his men are lost forever, on top of the death and the darkening of his bond to Anakin, drops Obi Wan into the Dark(in another world it took Anakin slaughtering the younglings for Obi Wan to fall on the side of duty and even then he could not strike the final blow). He does not become a Sith, no that takes an additional deliberate atrocity (Which is why Canon Anakin did not become a Sith with his first genocide), but he does fall into darkness. This has the weird effect of drawing Anakin back toward the light, partly because of shock.

It is not difficult for Padme and a Fallen Obi Wan to convince Anakin to come with them. On the way off planet Padme goes into labor. She still dies in childbirth, and through handwaving plot related reasons our fallen duo know that Palpatine is behind her death.

Now our half fallen duo are left with twins, Padme’s corpse, and the knowledge that Palpatine is very much their enemy. They are also faced with the realization that they are about to be forced into roles they are not comfortable with.

Because they can agree on two things, they need more information and the new Emperor cannot know about the twins. Anakin is the only one who can go undercover (the undercover part being that he still follows the emperor), find out what is happening and potentially kill Palpatine. Obi Wan is used to being at the center of every fight, the front lines…but he is the only one who Anakin trusts with the twins and there is only one place they can go, one place that they can hide…Tatooine. They reason that if no one knew Anakin, the little powerhouse that he has always been, existed until after he left Tatooine, then something about the planet must hide force sensitives. They also decide to send the younglings with him.

Knowing that Anakin is still able to order the clones, or whoever they are now, Obi Wan asks that Cody be sent with him. He is just selfish enough to want the man with him, even if he is not the same as he was.

So Anakin goes back under the pretense of being Vader; and he did slaughter everyone in the temple, save those handful of younglings. He brings back Padme’s corpse, looking pregnant, and visibly grieves. He knows nothing of Yoda’s continued survival, the budding rebellion, or survivors of Order 66 going to ground. His focus is to find out what is going on with the clones and destroy the emperor (Made harder by the fact that Palpatine is not an idiot, he no longer meets in person with Anakin after Padme’s death). While doing this he very carefully tries to undermine the Empire (If he can get away with it, releasing prisoners and blaming it on the officers. Fouling up campaigns, but only in ways that will not see his people punished) and he thinks he is being subtle but he isn’t (Again the Emperor is not an idiot and Anakin is not all that good at being subtle, but it is amusing the Emperor to go along with it).

Obi Wan takes the younglings, the twins, and Cody (mostly personalityless at this point. He has been ordered by Anakin to treat this as a deep cover mission, and that Obi Wan was not a traitor. He has also been ordered to follow Obi Wan’s lead) to Tatooine. They are not quite as good at going under the radar as canon Obi Wan, but quickly establish a small compound in the Jutland wastes and a ‘Don’t fuck with us’ reputation. Once every six months a call is made to Anakin, letting him see his children. Over time Cody begins to develop a personality again, not quite the same as his Order 66 self, but close enough that he and Obi Wan grow into a romantic relationship.

Five years in there is an incident with the Hutts that makes staying on Tatooine impossible. Neither Anakin or Obi Wan know about the chips, but Anakin has long realized that he could get the clones acting something like themselves if it is for an ‘undercover mission’. So he sends the 212th to pick up Obi Wan and Co. The ‘mission’ the 212th is given is to pick up their commanding officers and ‘defect’ running around the outer rim and wild space until Obi Wan has finished ‘collecting evidence’.

Given time and the space all of the clones, like Cody, begin to develop their own personalities again. Part of the chips has, for lack of a better term, disconnected them from their previous memories and experiences but did not touch the ability to make new memories and develop personalities based on their new experiences (given the opportunity, which most Imperial clones were not, the 501st and the 212th being exceptions). Cody, for the most part, is so similar to earlier self because Obi Wan unconsciously treated him as Cody.

Another five years pass before the rebellion finally gets someone in to see Vader. This someone is codename: Fulcrum. They had realized fairly early on that Vader was not as committed to the empire as he seemed (In that he would release prisoners any time he could get away with it. A few Rebels have stories of Vader dropping a datastick, with good intel, looking down at it meaningfully, looking at the hiding rebel, then deliberately directing his troops in the opposite direction) but also that, like any other undercover agent, he will kill Rebels if he needs to maintain his cover.

So Ahsoka finally gets to see Anakin after almost a decade. Anakin is ecstatic because he believed that she and Rex had been killed. They have a frank conversation about the fact that Anakin did actually fall, and what he was still doing with the Empire (He was bound and determined to kill the emperor, but hadn’t had the chance yet). At some point the talk turns to the clones and Ahsoka asks how many of them have been dechipped.

Anakin asks, very quietly “What?”

A room two corridors away may have exploded as Ahsoka explained about the chips, what they do, how to detect them, and that they can be removed. Anakin promptly starts with the medics in dechipping the 501st. They found pretty quickly that some clones woke up with no memories at all, some woke up with nothing past half an hour prior to Order 66, some wake up just as they were before the surgery except they no longer felt compelled to follow orders, a handful remained in a vegetative state, and a very few woke up with both sets of memories (and trying to integrate the disparate personalities that went along with having two very different set of memories).

After the process has been tested Anakin packages up the information and sends it to Obi Wan.

Obi Wan reads through the information and carefully presents it to the 212th (phrased to not set off ‘they are traitors’ and get everyone into a bigger mess). He then gives every clone a choice, to remove the chip or not. If it had been at the beginning, when they were all so mechanical, then he would have simply had them dechipped, but it had been ten years and these men had become individuals all over again. Obi Wan was selfish enough to want his people with him, he was not selfish enough to force them to have brain surgery on the off chance the personality he remembered would wake up (and really even if there was 100% chance, they deserved to decide).

Some decide to remain chipped, knowing what it meant (The ones that remained chipped would not be able to use the communications array, for fear of receiving some order that would do them all harm. They would also be watched and sequestered away from nat borns when needed). Boil, in particular, knew he had lost someone in the war and had still been grieving Waxer when the Order had gone out. He did not want to potentially wake up in the middle of that grieving all over again.

Cody thinks about it. He thinks about it for a long time. He is not the same person he had been during the war, Obi Wan had admitted that early on. He didn’t know, as there was no one left to tell him, if he had loved Obi Wan during the war. And if he did, if that version would love this version of Obi Wan (Obi Wan was still suspended between the dark and the light, and was not the same man he had been before Order 66) There was no way to tell which version of him, or another blank slate, would wake up. He might lose all the memories of his children (the twins and the younglings, plus a dozen other children they had found over the years who needed a home). Would the morals he had during the war even fit in their family? On the other hand, the chip meant he could be controlled (This version of Cody could not think the Emperor would abuse that power, but could admit that there were those who would).

During this reflection, Obi Wan is waiting patiently to one side. Even though the length of their relationship would normally give him the right to an opinion in such a large change, even if he didn’t get a vote, in this he felt he could not give an opinion. In part because it would read as an order to the chip. He is Dark enough not to feel guilty about the past 10 years (Realistically, no matter how he felt about Cody or how slow their relationship went, he has almost a decade in a relationship with a man who was not capable of saying no. There was a good chance that the chip caused some or all Cody's feelings, rationalizing Obi Wan’s desires as his own). He is Light enough to ensure that Cody gets to make his choice as free of Obi Wan’s influence as possible.

Finally, Cody says, “If the chip stays I will always be a danger to our children.”

Obi Wan can’t argue that. If it had been just him, he likely would have been willing to risk it to have Cody for sure, even with the danger. But the children would be in danger.

Cody decides to have the chip taken out, he could not let himself become even a potential danger to his children.

They spend one last day together, all of them, before the surgery. Both Obi Wan and Cody are careful to explain what was going on (there were a total of 15 children ranging from young adults to 5 years old) and what might happen. That Cody, no matter what, would always love them. Even if he didn’t know it. But he would rather never wake up again rather than being any kind of danger to them.

Obi Wan and Cody also spent that last night holding each other. Neither are willing or able to offer a reassurance that might prove false. It is the right thing, taking the chip out, choosing freedom. But they both felt like they were sacrificing something, sacrificing happiness, and it hurt.

The operation is a success and Cody does wake. He is lucky as he wakes up with both sets of memories, and he is unlucky in that he is emotionally disconnected from both. Like he remembers loving his children but does not feel it at first (Though he very quickly comes to love them again). And he remembers how deeply he loved his brothers, Pre Order 66 (after they were friends and comrades but not brothers in the same way), but can’t connect that to a feeling. And both versions loved Obi Wan, but the memories do not contain the feelings.

And he spends a fair amount of time trying to figure out who he is, with all these memories playing like a movie but with no emotional connection. And he is trying to figure out if he loves Obi Wan, or if it was the chip, and even if he did love Obi Wan, could he reconcile who the man was with who he is.

And Obi Wan is trying, ok. He is trying to be happy that at least their children didn’t lose their Cody. He is trying to not put any pressure on Cody while he is figuring out who he is, but he forgets sometimes that he is not currently allowed to flirt, or touch with intent (Unfortunately Cody’s body remembers Obi Wan very well, so he will reciprocate before either realizes it). So it is awkward and even as they begin to fall in love for the third time there is a constant ‘do they really feel that or is a remnant of before’ from both of them. By the time that all of the 212th that were interested in having their chips removed, had them removed (It takes about three months and is 95% of the 212th), they realize they have been sharing a bed again for a week.

After the great dechipping, Obi Wan reaches back out to Anakin to get in contact with the Rebellion. At some point they start talking about the dechipping and Obi Wan says that everyone who chose to have it removed has, and he would be looking into how to shut off the compulsion to obey for the rest, about 25 clones (taking into account potential size of the 212th, less potential losses in the 5 years they were full with the empire).

Anakin blinks a bit and goes ‘you're letting them choose’. Everyone listening just kind of sighs deeply (Though they have no way to track it yet, actively choosing to have the chip removed increases the chance of having one or both sets of memories, and decreases the full amnesia and vegetative reactions). All of the 501st have been dechipped. About half of the remaining clones have been dechipped and are carefully being coached so that the actions are not being noticed (By this point Anakin has actually learned something that resembles subtlety, so they are fooling everyone, including the emperor). With the help of the Rebellion, they have reached out to some of the clones that were dechipped clone medics who are able to go undercover to speed up the removal. One of the last full groups left is Palpatine’s personal guard, the remnants of the Coruscant Guard, and it is nearly impossible to get someone, even another clone, in there for enough time to dechip anyone.

Because of the nature of freeing the clones, the 26 clones from the 212th are the only ones who have been given the choice of remaining chipped, but some members of the rebellion have been trying to research a way to shut off the compulsion to obey from all of their still chipped brothers. This means that those 26, representing the only free clones with chips, were a valuable resource for. The dechipped clones (and Obi Wan) never let anyone forget that the chipped clones were also people. The Rebellion never intentionally forgets that but, for the older members, there is an awful lot of trauma surrounding the rise of the Empire and the trauma wears the face of the chipped clone troopers (Particularly if they were Jedi or Jedi adjacent). For the younger they are used to the Chipped troopers being very robotic (who would shoot anyone without hesitation upon being ordered to), as very few outside of the 501st and the 212th were given the opportunity to develop a personality in the post Order 66 world.

There is just…so much trauma. On both sides. Outside of the 212th, who all actually get it (because they all thought about what it meant to have the chips removed, and how tempting it was to have everything remain as it was, chips included), everyone looks at those 26 clones in askance at wanting to remain chipped. Eventually a way to deactivate only the compulsion to obey and the active Order 66 parts of the chips is discovered. It is a specific multilayered frequency, and once it is discovered there is a mission undertaken to to have this frequency broadcasted throughout the galaxy.

Palpatine’s personal guard, still led by Fox, are alone in the room with Palpatine when the compulsion shuts off. It is telling that without any memory, with barely any of their old personality and no new ones, the first act of all the clones in the room once the compulsion fades is to shoot Palpatine until the charges run out on their blasters. There was no malice, no anger, and no hesitation. Palpatine was a cunning, powerful Sith. There is no doubt. But even he trusted the obedience of the clones, trusted the chips that have made them his for the last 10 years, that does breed a certain amount of complacency. Without the malice or anger, there is nothing for the Force to pick up on before they start firing.

There were 50 clones with the Emperor at all times, spread throughout whatever space he was. They always had the most up to date equipment, as their only charge was to protect the Emperor by any means necessary. The newest model of blaster can fire continuously, a rate of 5 bolts per second, for precisely 86 minutes (though the power of those bolts will drop significantly after 60 minutes, then continue at a steady decline of halving the power every ten bolts after that point).

Palpatine held off the blaster bolts for an impressive 20 minutes and 6 seconds; it took all of his power so he could not go on the offense. In that time he held off a total of 301,500 blaster bolts fired by 50 clones (All accurate without the chips suppressing some of their skills). Even after the Emperor fell to the floor, dead, the clones kept firing (Though no one will ever know, Fox was the one who fired the shot that killed the Emperor). Forty minutes in, someone calls Lord Vader, because there was a noise, there is now a blackened smoking corpse, the clones are still firing (in total silence, which somehow makes it creepier) and no one can find the Emperor (no one actually thinks the smoking corpse is the Emperor and until the clones stop firing, no one can check).

Anakin, with his 501st, arrives at the Imperial Center and into the throne room 84 minutes later. At 86 minutes all of the blasters stop firing at once and the room seems dimmer for a moment. The only thing Fox says is that he thought that would be more satisfying than it was.

It takes 6 hours, three inquisitors, 7 different mops, and what had to be a misuse of the force to scrape enough of the corpse up for testing. That testing confirms that the Emperor was now dead (Anakin will have to live forever with the disappointment that he did not get to decapitate the Emperor personally, though they eventually let him take a single swing with his lightsaber at the bucket holding the remains to stop him from pouting). The Emperor did not build his empire to outlast him, there is no succession. No one is even sure if the imperial senate, the inquisitors, or anyone has the power to take charge. The closest thing they have is Anakin who, having not been rotting his brain with constant pain and hatred for a decade, decidedly wants nothing to do with ruling. He doesn’t know what he wants, since his only goal for 10 years was to kill the Emperor, but he does know, not that (He barely remembers he has children at this point, also they are ten years old and have had different parents for those ten years).

Once they find out that Obi Wan is still alive, some of the Senate try to tag him in to help fix things. His ‘Fuck no’ is mostly polite, at first. The second is a little more emphatic. The third comes accompanied by the severed limb of the asker. When the fourth came complete with one of the heads of the asker (the species had two heads, so survived, but severely maimed) everyone decided to leave him on his own. He, the clones (as many as wanted to, which most did), and the children retreated to a planet in wild space. Over time other survivors of Order 66, including Yoda, found their way toward their planet. Most didn’t stay (I cannot emphasize enough how much trauma there is for all parties, and sometimes even knowing that the clones were not in control of themselves at the time of Order 66 is not enough) but some did.

Anakin does come around frequently, he eventually goes on to be a mechanic for Hondo Ohnaka’s crew, but can’t stay in one place. He becomes something of an uncle to all of Obi Wan’s children (including the twins). He never gets romantically involved again, as no one ever measures up to Padme in his mind (Also the few times he tries his partner tells him his actions, behaviors, and beliefs about relationships are really unhealthy, he just takes that as confirmation that Padme was the only one for him). Ironically he is the one who will eventually introduce Leia to Han, and facilitate their elopement.

After a number of years of hard work Bail and Breha Organa get enough of a structure in place to try and fix things. Breha ends up Empress for about 8 years before they can transition back to a Republic. Though it is built better in many ways, there always feels like there is something missing, because they built it with a place for the Jedi. And the Jedi are, by and large, gone. What is left won’t fit in the place made for the Jedi of old.

Ahsoka stays with the Rebellion as Bail Organa restructures it to take the power of the empire. She both understands, but also judges Obi Wan and Anakin for leaving the Empire to its own mess. She is a half trained war padawan, and the closest thing that the galaxy has to a traditional Jedi (even Yoda is so so done, he barely leaves Dagobah and feels that the Jedi died on the day of Order 66, as he had no idea that there was ever hope in the form of Luke Skywalker), most of the wisdom and traditions of her people are gone, and due to her upbringing she missed out on many of them. She does her best to recreate it. She is moderately successful, gathering force sensitive younglings to teach, finding a temple (Not the one on the newly renamed Coruscant) to teach them at. She is even able to find a few teachers in the wandering Jedi, the immortals that wander the Galaxy following the Force. She has a leg up on Canon Luke, as she actually lived as a Jedi (instead of getting the 4 month crash course and saying it is good). It will take generations for Jedi to find their footing enough to take part in the Republic fully again. On that day Yoda, still living on Dagobah and coming to the temple every few decades, will feel something in the Force settle. And he will travel to Coruscant for the last time to join the Force in what was once the Coruscant temple.

Obi Wan and Cody, almost against their will, become leaders on the planet they settle on (after they pass into the Force it is named Kencody after them both). They both are just a bit too efficient at leading not to be tagged in. It is much more low key than the leadership positions from the past (mostly part time). Much more willingly they start something like an orphanage, providing a safe place for children of all ages, races, and all types of Force abilities. Many parents with force sensitive children, who don’t wish to give them up to Ahsoka’s Jedi, will move to the area around their orphanage, so that their children can still be taught. Cody never quite regains his emotional connection to the memories he made from before his chip was removed but he was able to make many new memories with his surviving brothers.

#codywan #commander fox #commander cody #anakin skywalker #obi wan kenobi #darkish Obi Wan #star wars #star wars au #star wars the clone wars #sheev palpatine #bamf obi wan #order 66 #ahsoka needs a hug #Obi Wan raises the twins

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vocaliveparty · 7 months

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Moon Swimming in the Sea - Design, Effects, and Extra Notes.

Design

This one was designed by Lia and modeled by Maydayfireball ! I realize it's hard to tell because of the underwater effects, but his colors do actually change at the final chorus of the song ! His design was inspired by an ice-skater type look, with moving parts to make the deep underwater feeling realistic. The physics were difficult to get down, but you can actually see them go from super floaty underwater to heavier once the moon comes out and the water effects disappear! He also uses bodyline to make the glowing lights on his body move. (Also the underside of his hair also glows, but you can only tell that from the side for some reason? mmd is weird.)

Effects

I don't have nearly as much to say about this one, because it's mostly environmental effects. Though I did increase the amount of particles during the second chorus - i wanted them to look bio luminescent, like he's some kind of ethereal underwater sea creature. Like a Siren, singing about love and using pretty lights to draw you in.

ALSO? i think it's hard to tell. But once he transitions from in the water to out of the water, he goes from the darker outfit to the lighter outfit. That's on me, really, since I really smothered him in effects for the underwater part.

#design references #song breakdown #plp2023 #utatane piko #piko live party

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samuskitchen · 2 years

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bottom of the deep blue. (6)

⇒ mermaid!suna x siren!reader

summary : sirens, creatures of unmatched beauty and cunning charm, they lure men in with their voices and grace, taking advantage of all the gullible fishermen and pirates. mermaids, the peacekeepers of the deep blue sea, naive and kind to a fault at times. a fated encounter between the two underwater dwellers leads to a difficult situation and a love that shouldn’t be.

warnings : naive reader, mentions of death, mentions of blood , mentions of being captured, mentions of torture, cruel treatment, brief description of mutilation.

genre : mermaid au, pirate au, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, betrayal

a/n : i think the last few chapters are gonna be pretty short, like 2k-3k cuz im really busy with work and i just broke up with my boyfriend so that’s fun 🤩 oh well. let me know what you think about the chapter!!!

w/c : 2.2k

it was never his intention to hurt you, rintarou didn’t want you to be chained up and stripped of your very identity every waking hour of the day, however it was his actions and selfishness that led to this situation. you were to be chained and tortured from sunrise til sunset — or until captain yuuji deemed you too unwell to handle anymore harm for the day.

rintarou wasn’t a horrible person, but he was an idiot. when yuuji had first promised not to kill him in return for a siren scale, rin was blinded by the idea that maybe if he gave yuuji more than what he asked for— he could get a bigger reward. freedom.

unfortunately, rintarou didn’t take into account the fact that the extraction of those scales would be by force, not a single drop of sympathy from the sleazy pirates. your screams pounded against his skull, your begs and cries for him to help or for the crew mates to stop and to leave you alone, they clung onto him from the moment he woke up to the moment he once again fell into a slumber.

he knew what he needed to do, he needed to find an opportunity and use it to get you out of that cage and back into the water where you’d ultimately be much safer, and maybe if the two of you were lucky, you’d be accepted back into your family and he wouldn’t be a dishonoured guard.

however, rintarou knew that was wishful thinking.

getting you out of the cage wouldn’t be the hard part, and your sisters accepting you wouldn’t be an issue either. what posed a threat was the act of getting you off the ship and into the water especially now that the crew had stunted your legs from forming. he would have to drag you and use all his body strength to get your heavy tail off the floor, but it could be done.

he just needed a little bit of patience, and a lot of grovelling.

—

with light footsteps, rintarou picks up a bucket and fills it with sea water, if your legs couldn’t form the next best option was to keep your tail wet so you wouldn’t die of dehydration. the ship was dead asleep save for the captain who seemed to never close his eyes. yuuji was locked away in his quarters, paying no mind to what rintarou was doing— not that he could even see the scheming merman.

rintarou sprints to where you were locked up as quietly as he could. his goal was to not let any of the water drop while also keeping the attention off of him, and he thanked whatever God there was for letting him complete at least one task successfully.

he makes it to your cage and mumbles a small greeting, following it up with an apology before he threw the entire bucket’s worth of water all over you. you could only gasp at the sensation of being hit by a large wave of water.

“…thank you.” your reply was dry as you blinked rapidly to clear up your eyesight. “what do you want?”

rintarou clears his throat, choosing to ignore your short tone and icy glare. he sends you a sheepish smile. “so, i have a great idea!“ he got himself situated on the floor in front of you, leaning back to rest his body weight on his hands.

“i think the only advantage we have is our sleep schedule being drastically different to that of a human’s. pirates are also heavy drinkers, so i was thinking i could get them drunk— they pass out, i get the keys and we jump overboard?”

you hummed half-heartedly, thinking over the plan in your head, it didn’t seem horrible, but it did seem like it could go wrong very easily.

“and when would we do this?”

rintarou stayed silent for a few seconds, lips pursed and brows furrowed as he went over the remaining timeline before the final harvest. “i don’t really think we have enough time to perfect the plan, we’d need to do it as soon as possible… m-maybe tomorrow night?”

“rin…”

“no— it’s fine, tomorrow after they come down to harvest your scales again, i’ll suggest we celebrate about how much profit we’re going to make, then once they’re drunk enough i’ll get the keys from them.” he nods at his own words, setting them in stone and preparing himself for the day ahead of him.

“yn, i hope you know i truly am sorry. my apologies can’t take back the hurt i’ve caused or make up for betraying you, but i do regret what i’ve done. when we get out of here i’ll spend the rest of eternity making up for what i put you through. i promise.”

“i don’t need your promises, rintarou. i just want my sisters back.” you look away from the man, who had put his hand through the opening of the cage, curling his hand until only his pinkie was left outstretched.

rintarou keeps his hand held out to you for a few more seconds, before dropping it, he knew you wouldn’t reciprocate the action.

“i’ll get you out of here, yn. just… hang in there.”

you kept your head turned away.

—

rin watches closely as the two usual crew mates make their way down below the deck, sinister smiles on their faces and an empty bucket in each hand. rintarou’s brows furrowed… why did they have two buckets?

light on his feet, rintarou takes quiet steps towards the door that leads to the room below the deck, heart beating just a little faster than before and his breath hitching as he picks up on what the two of them were saying to you.

“count your hours, pretty. the last thing you’re gonna see before captain yuuji guts ya is us!” they cackled, shoving one another and slapping their thighs as if what they said had been the peak of comedy.

you remained silent, head down turned and eyes trained on anywhere but the two men standing menacingly above you. they scoffed at your lack of reaction.

“stupid siren, bitch. i’m gonna make sure you feel the pain my comrades felt when you ate them alive.” he spoke lowly, crouching down before you and roughly gripping your jaw from outside of the cage, he sneered at the sight of you.

rintarou bites his nail, you no longer had a few days— they wanted to speed up the process, they wanted you dead by sunrise.

pushing himself away from the wall, he slithers into the room, clearing his throat to announce his presence. “lovely evening, isn’t it?” he pulled out one of the chairs that had been stacked in the corner of the dimly lit room and sat on it, resting his arms against the backrest of the chair.

“y’know, just a word of advice— the longer you take to kill a siren and the less you harvest their scales, the more potent they become.” he smiled brightly at the two men who looked to him, then turned to each other. mulling it over in their heads for a second before slyly smirking back at rin.

“anything to cause these leaches more pain.”

rin’s bright smile drops into a stiffer one, he pays the backrest once before jumping off the chair, biting back a grimace at the sound of your newly beginning screams. he spotted the key on the shorter man who remained seated by the cell door with the bucket clutched tightly in his arms and the keys dangling from his hip.

with limited time, rin runs back up to the upper deck, frantically searching for the alcohol that had been stocked on the ship. he didn’t need to get everyone drunk, just the two who had been assigned to harvest your scales from you. racing across the large ships deck, he makes it to the far left corner of the ship, where many new boxes and kegs were placed on display.

he was sure the two men weren’t the pickiest, pirates weren’t known for their refined palates. grabbing two bottles in each arm, rintarou sprinted back towards the door to the lower deck, ignoring the groans and shouts of protest from the crew mates manning the deck. they’d be asleep soon enough anyways. the sun had begun setting and the sky had now been engulfed in a pretty purple hue.

he made his way down the steps and loudly dropped the bottles of alcohol onto the chair he had previously sat on.

“boys, it’s your lucky day— look at what i snagged!” he holds one of the drinks in his right hand, raising it as a toast to the men. the two of them looked at each other, the bucket half full of your scales, then back to rin who now shook the bottle tauntingly at the men.

with a satisfied nod, the men pick up the bucket, lock the door and take a seat on the floor with a bottle each, taking large swigs until eventually the bottles are all empty. the two drunken idiots giggle and murmur to one another, laughing about how they got the privilege of drinking the special alcohol, rin paid no mind to their blabbers.

when he was sure they were far gone enough, he snagged the keys from the short man who was now passed out face down on the moistened floorboards. rintarou tip toes his way to your slumped over figure, holding back a gag at your mutilated tail, you had essentially been laying in a pool of your own blood, tears and discarded scales. he didn’t know if you’d be able to handle the pain of the salt water seeping into every tiny cut and crevice on your heavily injured tail.

with a shaky breath rin unlocks the cage, and makes quick work with you, grabbing your limp arm and slinging it around his shoulder, muttering a quick apology at what was about to happen, before dragging the rest of your body, your heavy tails scraping against the harsh texture of the floor, you bite back cries of pain even in your weakened state. you could cry when you were free.

rintarou uses one hand to push the door open, the other still tightly gripping onto you. he peeks his head out and when he confirms the area is empty, he uses the strength he built up after many nights training in the royal guard program to haul your body closer to the ledge, once you were in the water things would be easier.

but easy wasn’t a word that rintarou liked much. as the two made it to the edge of the ship they hear a loud and amused sigh, heavy footsteps slowly making their way towards the two. rintarou curses, turning to look over his shoulder at yuuji who slowly claps the closer he walks towards them.

“i’ve gotta say, im impressed. you actually almost made it.” pulling his pistol out from the place beside his hip, he had the gun pointed straight at rintarous chest. an icy grin on his face.

“unfortunately for you, im not as dumb as you think. drop the siren, rintarou.”

the two men held eye contact, a silent battle fought only with harsh glares.

“let her go, or i shoot the both of you.” he cocks the gun, eyes still firmly locked onto rin’s. the merman could only gulp. he looked at you, your eyes no longer half lidded, your body more alert now that there was an active threat placed in front of you.

you looked so… fragile.

rintarou sighed, letting go of your arm and letting you drop to the floor with a cry. he stepped away from your body, ignoring the weight of your hurt gaze.

“if— if i leave her here, if i promise to stay far away from the ship… will you let me go?” his eyes are down cast, a frown prominent on his face. he closes his eyes at the sound of your choked gasp.

“rin… w-what—” your broken whisper is stopped by the sound of yuuji’s loud cackles, the blonde man clutches at his chest tightly as his laugh becomes more hysteric.

“you truly are a bastard, y’know rin, i really liked you. sure— whatever, you wanna live so badly? go jump, but if i see you anywhere near this ship, i will make sure your death is a slow and painful one.”

rin let’s out a relieved sigh, sparing you one last glance before preparing himself to jump over, he shivers at the fire burning behind your heartbroken gaze.

“oh, rintarou. before you go,” yuuji lets a bullet fly straight into the fleeing boy’s shoulder, watching in satisfaction as he falls overboard with a shocked gasp and a cry of pain. “foolish boy.” yuuji places his gun back by his hip.

he turns to look down at you, examining your weak body as you lay silent on the floor. if you weren’t a damned siren, yuuji would think you were quite the beauty. with a hum, he turns to knock on one of the cabin doors, getting the men inside to drag your body back into the lower deck cage, ignoring your pleas and begs for them to let you go.

on the way back up, the two drunken fools were dropped by yuuji’s feet.

you wouldn’t be the only one begging for your life tonight.

taglist: @lomlsuna @akaashiwife @plixy @on-crows-wings @1-800-s1ya @sabztov @keiji-in-a-can @tamak00 @erintaro @bertqut1 @usermins @yanihatesu @rntrsuna

#🌀. botdb #suna x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #hq x reader #suna x y/n #hq imagines #haikyuu angst #suna angst #suna rintarou angst #suna rintaro x reader #hq angst #suna series

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superduperizee · 1 year

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gruvia week 2023 day one - reflection

~colors~

For an aspiring artist like him, it was hard for Gray to work on a piece without seeing any color.

He wanted to see colors too, but he wasn’t fortunate enough to have met his soulmate unlike his friends. Thankfully, his friends were still supportive of his chosen field, and were proud of his works.

For his future works, he wanted to use colors. And he’s going to find a way to use them, with or without someone’s help. With or without a soulmate.

“What are the colors of these leaves?” He asked his friend, Erza, when they were out hiking for the weekend, together with the others. Erza saw colors since she was little. His friend was lucky enough to be friends with her soulmate since childhood.

Erza touched the leaves on the ground. “It’s autumn now, so the colors of these leaves range from deep orange to light yellow.”

Gray nodded in understanding, and jotted down the colors in his journal. He planned on purchasing some new materials for his next art project. His desire to use colors was greater than ever.

“I’ll stay here for a while, you can go with the others, I’ll just catch up. Needed to do some rough sketches.”

“You can take a photo of the scenery and use that as a reference, Gray.”

“It has a different feel when I do it real-time.” He countered.

Erza hesitated for a moment but decided she should let her friend do his thing. “Okay, but catch up with us as soon as you finish!”

“Yeah, yeah…” Gray sat down and leaned his back on a tree trunk and sketched away.

But with Gray, working on a sketch meant that he wasn’t aware of the time. When he looked at his watch after finishing, he got surprised that it was already afternoon. He needed to catch up with his friends before it got dark..

He got up and walked briskly, moving forward to the direction where he last saw his friends. This proved to be difficult when the trail lead to two different pathways. “Damn it,” He whispered to himself as he took out his phone from his pocket. No service.

Today was his unlucky day.

Gray was reaching for his compass in his bag when he saw the movement near the stream. For a moment, he panicked, but tried to calm himself down. Worrying was not best in this situation. He inched closer to the body of water and checked out if there would be movement again.

The ripples of the stream intrigued him. He thought something was trying to call him to look into the body of water. Scared, Gray backed out for a moment, before feeling the gentle breeze of the wind. The soft gust whispered that it was safe to come near the stream. Like it was promising only good things to happen.

And so, Gray slowly looked into the body of water, so clear that he saw a reflection.

Only, the reflection he saw was not his.

Gray shouted, surprised with what he saw. A woman. In the water. Smiling at him.

In color.

He didn't expect to meet his soulmate today. And he didn’t expect to meet his soulmate this way.

Was it even possible that his soulmate is a non-human? A sprite?

A water fairy?

He tried to calm his loudly beating heart, taking note that he was being judgmental with this woman. Maybe she was taking breathing lessons underwater. Or just taking a dip in the stream since the weather was humid today. There were hundreds of possibilities.

But Gray knew deep down that the woman was one of the nature spirits in the forest.

Taking deep breaths, he crawled to where he saw her, and looked at the reflection again.

And there she was, smiling at him from the water, her beautiful hair sprawled to frame her sweet face.

Gray wondered what color it was.

Her beauty was other-worldy.

She placed her palms on the surface of the water below. It was as if the water was something that encased her and trapped her there for so long.

He reached for her too. He wanted to ask so many questions. But when their hands touched, Gray heard the shouts of his friends, looking for him.

The cool feeling of her palm was gone the moment he turned to her again, and so was she.

“Gray! What the hell? You told me you were gonna catch up? We were panicking when you didn’t join us!”

“Sorry, sorry!” He patted his jeans as he got up and looked at his friend, taking fancy at the color of her hair.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Your hair looks disheveled.” He tried to conceal that he could see colors now. But it came with different consequences.

This earned him a smack to his head.

“Haha! You deserve that, punk!” Shouted his friend, Natsu, who looked even more ridiculous once he saw his hair color.

“You look more like a moron with that kind of hair.” He walked past him and joined the others.

“You wanna go here, punk?!”

“Shut up, Natsu, do not disturb the peaceful nature around us.”

Natsu got restrained by his friends so that a fight would not break out.

~0~

He learned, as soon as he bought paint for his next project, that the color he saw was a specific type of blue. He also learned that it was rare to find the color in nature.

Gray mixed his paint to create the type of blue he saw on her. After a course of months, he could not forget about her. Her sweet smile, her bright eyes, her cool hands– they were all engraved in his mind.

He memorized her whole existence in his head that he created a painting of her. Gray knew his friends who saw colors were a little puzzled with how he did the colors on his painting. Months ago, he was asking for help with them to create his projects.

There were two main questions swirling in their minds. Is the lady in his portrait his soulmate? When did they meet?

To this, Gray remained silent and kept creating. The piece he was currently working on was a tribute to her. He could finally see colors, and could finally create his art in a different way than he used to. This painting was a small token of gratitude for her.

And he wondered what her name was. Do fairies have names? He wanted to name his painting after her.

And he wanted her to see his creation some day.

Hopefully it might be sooner than later.

~0~

“Gray?”

“Hm?”

“I’d like to buy your painting. You know, the one with the blue-hair–”

“Not for sale.”

“Please?”

“Sorry,” Gray dipped his bread in the hot chocolate drink he had bought from Cana’s cafe. “Not for sale.”

Can slouched behind the counter of the cafe. “I was thinking of having a make-over for the cafe, and I think it’s the perfect piece.”

“You could commission me one if you’d like.”

“But that painting is magical, Gray! It has a magical feel.” Cana paused and straightened her posture. “It pulls you to look at it and admire it and it feels like good things are gonna happen when you stare at the painting.”

Over the months, after exhibiting the painting in different places, Gray got offered a lot of money for it. Some would say he’s dumb for not taking the offers because it was big money, but he couldn’t let go of it. It’s like his charm in his life. And if it felt like that for the others too, then he couldn’t blame them.

Plus the subject of the painting is his soulmate, so it was hard to let go of it.

“Then, could I at least rent it for the reopening day? You never know, the woman might stumble upon this cafe and see that painting of hers.” Cana had a mischievous tone when she declared that.

“Haha.” Gray answered, sarcasm enveloping his voice. He took a deep breath. Cana was right. He wanted at least a small chance of her seeing this painting, and she would not see it if it’s just in the safety of his house.

“Okay,” He slapped the table lightly and looked at his friend. “You can rent it for the first week of the reopening day.”

Cana smiled. “Let’s talk about the prices later.”

~0~

The reopening of Cana’s cafe proved to be a success. The drinks, the food, the atmosphere, together with Gray's painting made the place cozy. Gray received many compliments for his work and he even scored potential clients.

He sat in the corner, chilling as the hours went by. Gray watched people coming and going with satisfied smiles on their faces. Killing the time, he pulled out his sketchbook out of his bag and decided to draw the scenery in front of him. Focused on his work, he nearly missed the bell of the door when someone went in before the shop closed.

“Can Juvia have a cup of hot chocolate with one vanilla sponge cake please?” She asked the worker behind the counter. When she went to find a space to sit down, Gray caught a glimpse of her. He did a double take as she stared at the painting in the middle of the cafe. That blue hair... no doubt it was her.

She stared at it, admiring the work of art. Smiling, she felt her heart beat faster as she sensed someone standing beside her.

“Hello!”

“Hey,” Gray felt like a fool talking to the woman beside her. For months, he kept thinking about her, but now that his muse was here, he didn’t know what to say. “Do you remember me? In the woods, the stream?

A nod from her was all it took to boost Gray’s confidence in talking. She was really that person. “Do you see the colors now, too?”

“Well, Juvia being one from nature, she could see colors all her life. She heard it’s different for humans. Do you see colors now?"

And she… Juvia… really was his soulmate.

And he didn’t care if she was human or not.

She reached for his hand and the painting moved like a scene from a movie. It surprised Gray that he was there in the painting, hand-in-hand with her. Smiling to each other, as nature bears witness to their union.

“If you like it, that may be our future. Would that be okay with you?” Her voice, laced with the sweetness of honey and the promise of forever appealed to Gray so much. He was willing to be one with her, right then and there.

“Although I heard humans have this thing called dating before getting married.” The sound of her giggles were like the anthem of his future life.

“What’s your name? I heard earlier, but I want you to introduce yourself to me.” For a moment, Gray thought that sounded ridiculous. She's not from here, so he wanted to start this with an introduction.

She giggled and interlaced their palms together to shake his hands. “I’m Juvia. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Gray mirrored her expression, like the reflection they had of each other in the woods. “I’m Gray Fullbuster. Thank you for bringing colors to my life.”

“So, what do you call this painting, Gray-sama? It’s really wonderful.”

And true to his word that he dedicated this to her, Gray responded with all the pride in him. “It’s called, Juvia, The Water Maiden.”

She giggled again, and blushed with the dedication. “Is this for sale? I would like to buy it.”

A small grin graced Gray’s feature. “You own that painting the moment I made it.”

#gruvia #gruvia week #gray fullbuster #juvia lockser #gruvia week 2023 #day one: reflection #i'm soooooooooo late i'm so sorry #eli writes

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part II of “this is just accidentally telling your friend bam that you think rings are attractive”

honestly, they're just fucking in this.

a/n: this is truly for the three or four of you that wanted another part, it's not great and it's long, but it sure is smutty. do hope you enjoy it, thank you for being cool as always <3

Tiny waves wet the hair at the nape of your neck, fingers fighting to untie the persistent knot that’s formed in your lower stomach, the sound of flicking in and out of water filling the bathroom.

Just as your toes curl on top of the bathtub’s corners, your phone rings.

Ignoring it, your neck cranks forward and your abs clench, release finally hitting you.

Your tired body relaxes, head resting back on the baby pink tiles on the wall and legs sinking underwater again.

The small cellphone cuts off just to start ringing once more in a matter of ten seconds.

Getting up this time, you grab it from the sink and hold it against your ear while draining the tub.

“Yep.” Raab’s voice comes through. “About to get in the shower, why?”

God, you're a terrible friend. If he hadn't called, you would've forgotten his birthday. Hopefully, he doesn't notice that's the reason you answer him at the speed of light, you'll be there.

Hanging up, you wait until there’s almost no more water in the tub before turning on the shower head.

Letting your hair soak under the cascade, you try not to think about how it’s been a week. Saturday again, and you haven’t seen Bam since.

You’re embarrassed. Feeling a little too dirty. God, that was your childhood friend you just… He had you in his lap, wide open. The evidence is probably still in his couch, despite your attempt in cleaning it. Same one you would sit for hours playing videogames on.

And yet, it’s the third time since you last saw him that you had to work yourself out, trying to recreate what it felt like after getting hit with flashbacks. It’s exhausting.

He had called. The same night, telling you to come by for a party. On the following day, asking if you wanted to join his family and the guys for brunch because Jess was in town. Nothing on Monday, a text on Tuesday letting you know Ryan went on a date with a girl you know and they hated each other. Silence after that.

You left him hanging each time.

It’s hard, and it feels wrong. But looking him in the eyes isn’t easy either.

Doing that, you’d probably be faced with a decision. To take things further and risk your friendship never being the same again, or kick that friendship to the curb entirely.

Neither makes you happy.

The drive to his house is difficult, anxiety making your heart pump almost out of your chest. For your own good, you should figure this out tonight.

With a full driveway, you park on the street, taking a minute to breathe before stepping out and strutting to the front door.

Your hands struggle to find a place to hide, noticing you forgot your jacket in the car.

On your way, you hear Bam's laugh mixed with other voices talking over each other. Raab is not on your peripheral vision, so you keep walking.

Inside, you spot other two CKY members, Jess and Dunn talking by the stairs, probably bonding over their heavy boots. Thankfully, someone pulled you into a hug and out of their eyesight.

That someone was a boy named Josh. He was supposed to be your date for Prom one time but you got sick and couldn’t go. At the time, Bam had already dropped out of school but had plans to go with his then girlfriend. Instead, he made it up that he got whatever you had and spent the night watching movies with you. Josh and the girl went together and she left Bam for him. You remember laughing at it, talking about how you should’ve seen it coming. He didn’t seem too heartbroken about it.

Speaking of the devil, you’re engrossed in conversation when the reason you hadn’t left the house for days sneaked up behind you.

The sight of him in a dark dress shirt makes you spit your beer back in the bottle.

“Whiteshaw, what’s up, man?” The two men clasp hands while you try to recover. Bam quickly turns to you, serious. “Can we talk?”

You’re hesitant, taking too long to respond, so he grabs the bottle from your hands and tosses it. He's seemingly unbothered over the glass shards covering the floor.

“I think you need another beer.”

Josh laughs but you're unphased, bumping the boy with challenging blue eyes on the shoulder and walking towards the kitchen.

Taking a seat on the isle, you watch Bam open another bottle you have no intention of drinking.

“So, you’re just not gonna talk to me anymore?”

He sounds less angry, more hurt.

“What do you mean?”

You’re looking past him, and his patience gets thinner.

“Look, if you didn’t want that to happen, I’m sorry. But it did, we can’t just pretend it didn’t.”

“I’ve had an easy week doing just that.”

Worth a shot.

“Then, what, you wanna throw away years of friendship because you’re a little embarrassed I made you squirt?”

That makes your head shoot up, along with your body, hand cupping his lips. You're quickly losing your composure.

“Don’t fucking say that out loud, jerk!”

You're mad but still whispering, looking around to see if anyone’s eavesdropping.

He chuckles and your eyes finally meet. Your hand drops.

“What was that? About me being easy to forget?”

Your proximity dawns on you, still gripping his wrist and unconsciously bringing him closer.

There’s no time to cuss him out for twisting your words, however, someone calling his name and walking up to you.

Stepping back, you recognize her. They have a casual hook-up thing going on. If you didn’t already know, Bam’s arms low around her back and her touch lingering on his shoulder would give it away.

She was never nice to you.

“We were kind of in the middle of something.” Her head turns, begrudingly noticing your presence. “Sorry.”

Bam sits on the stool, guiding the girl over his leg. “She can hear it. What were you going to say?”

She looks so innocent, arms wrapped around his neck, looking up at you like she's sincerely interested.

Your muscles hurt, forcing a smile. “Forgot.”

Huffing through a rude exit and on your way to the living room, you make a stop by Dunn, kicking him in the leg as hello.

“Our missing case!”

You’ll ignore his acknowledgment that you’ve been avoiding the group.

“Know where Raab is?" He gives you a head shake, and you sigh. Maybe you could congratulate the kid and go home early. "You got a flask I can steal?”

His hand pulls out a silver container from his jacket, extending it to you but not before squinting his eyes. “You alright?”

Turning it in your mouth, relishing in the burn, your fingers shape into an OK while walking off.

You'll wait for Chris to finish doing God knows what, give him a hug, and leave.

Back by Josh’s side, you regret the choice of a small dress, hugging your body.

The guys is well-mannered, you'll give him that, quick to shrug off his own coat and help put it on you. It’s a nice, thick, brown fur jacket, so you accept it with a smile.

When you still shiver, he hugs you from the side, rubbing his hands up and down your arms to try and warm you up.

Your other friends who gathered around to ask where you've been are throwing you weird suggestive glances, and you think about putting some distance between you and Josh, but it's honestly just the cold air. It's harmless.

You’re still snuggled up to him, listening to one of your friends tell a story, when Bam and the girl join the circle.

He’s got one arm across her shoulders, her hand scratching his back under his shirt.

Despite the intimate moment, his eyes are trained on you.

You can’t help but scoff. Everyone’s attention averts to you for a second, wondering what the attitude was about.

“Whiteshaw, you really know how to make a girl enjoy a good time." Bam swings the butt of his bottle in your direction and you try your best to undo the expression of disgust on your face. "It’s transparent.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

You almost feel bad for the confusion on Josh’s voice.

Telling him to ignore Bam, you ask about his little sister’s plans for college, trying to move past the weird energy. Everyone else goes back to their previous conversations.

It’s hard, pretending there isn't someone obnoxiously laughing at Bam’s jokes and occasionally kissing his jaw. It’s gross that you can actually hear how wet her lips are.

Back now fully turned to the vomit-inducing pair and facing Josh, you’re excitedly nodding and giggling at something he said. Maybe louder than necessary. Suddenly, something cold hits your back and runs down your leg.

Spinning around, you’re faced with a clearly not remorseful Bam and a shocked but delighted arm candy.

“Whoops, sorry, didn’t see you there.”

His smile falters under your glare, wondering if he might have gone too far.

Feeling a little pushed around, you turn back with an over the top sweet voice.

“Oh, Josh, your jacket…I’m so sorry. We should look for something to dry it before it’s ruined-”

You’re about to grab his hand but Bam is quicker, getting in between your bodies and pulling on yours instead.

“No, no, it was my fault. I’m very sorry, Josh. I’ll help her clean up. I mean it, clean it up.”

His slip of the tongue was very much intentional, patting the other boy in the back while dragging you away from the group.

You recognize the path, suddenly agitated over being alone with Bam, freeing yourself harshly from his grip.

"Hey, I was actually looking for Chris, any idea where he might be?"

Mentally slapping yourself for the crack in your voice.

"The basement." He's looking at you like you're stupid. "I'm not fucking with you, he said he wanted to open our gifts first down there, just us."

This time your palm actually hits your forehead loudly. "Gift. I forgot his gift."

Bam chuckles, pulling on your free hand and leading you down the steps. "I'll tell him we picked together."

For the next couple of minutes, everything feels back to normal.

You give Raab a big hug, teasing him about the heartfelt little reunion with his closest friends when he should be enjoying the party upstairs, DiCamillo joining in.

It even escapes your mind, what went down the last time you were in this room.

You're all watching the birthday boy unwrap his presents. Ryan and Dico are on the floor next to a girl you're not familiar with, probably who Raab was occupied with this entire time, and you're sitting next to Bam on the couch.

All's fine, until your eyes notice a funny-looking stain on one of the cushions, left leg quickly moving to cover it and accidentally bumping Bam's. You look up, and he is staring at the same thing, sharp smile tugging on the corner of his mouth.

Clearing your throat, both of you stare ahead, tense and trying to focus on Raab's speech.

When he's done, you're about to stand up when Bam's hand closing on your thigh sends a shockwave through your body, promptly keeping you in place.

"The jacket, we have to clean it, remember?"

Your mouth is dry.

"Of course."

No one really understands what you two are talking about, confused looks thrown around the room, but they leave you to it nonetheless.

Alone, Bam stands up. "Take it off."

And you do, arching your back and pulling on the sleeves. Bam staring down your cleavage burns through your skin.

To your surprise, he keeps his word. Thrown on top of the washing machine, Bam wets the damaged spots with a cloth and applies a stain-remover, letting it sit.

He walks back to the couch, shaking the silver bracelet on his wrist. He's wearing the same ridiculous amount of metal in his fingers as last Saturday. Air gets caught in your throat.

"Just gotta wait." He copies April's voice. "That jacket will be good as new."

His jeans are touching your bare skin, sitting way too close on an empty couch.

"Mhm." A snort rumbles through you. "You're full of shit, you know that?"

He turns to you with a picture-ready smile, nearly convincing.

“What? Don’t tell me you feel bad for Whiteshaw, he stole my girl remember?” Years ago. “Whatever, I’m just saying he’s not innocent.”

“Right, so that was about revenge?” More dismissive mubling. "No, Bam, you just need to have people exactly where and how you want them. Wrapped around your finger."

"What are you talking about?"

You give him a look that says ‘you know’, but it’s obviously not going to suffice. Hands wringing together, you’re scared to come across too self-absorbed.

“I know you.” His eyebrows furrow. “Pulling a girl you know I don’t like onto your lap in the middle of our conversation? Bringing her with you and following me after I try to walk away, pretending to spill a drink to get some alone time? That’s how a five year old would beg for attention. It’s also how your pea-sized brain functions.”

You can tell he’s offended because his voice gets higher.

“C’mon, what about you? Yeah, you. Cuddling with Josh fucking Whiteshaw in front of everybody. Pretending to laugh at his jokes. He was your pity-choice for Prom.”

You slap his shoulder.

“He was not.”

“You refused to kiss him.”

“I didn’t want him to be my first kiss, I wasn’t ready!”

“Because you wanted it to be me, I remember.”

“Only because it wouldn’t mean anything!”

“Thinking back to last week, I don’t think that was ever true, was it?”

Your little screaming match stops at the mention of your main problem right now, Bam licking his lips. It’s hard to tell if you’re hot with anger, embarrassment or lust. Maybe all.

Fuck's sake, it would be really nice if your legs would stop shaking.

Frustrated, you decide to look him in the eyes and ask once and for all, “What do you want to do about that?”

Blue eyes shine, excited by the opportunity to finally talk.

It’s his turn to clear his throat, body turning your way slowly, surprisingly nervous.

“I want do it again.” His hand comes up, pushing your hair behind your ear then dropping to your leg. “If you’re okay with that. If you’re not, we’ll figure shit out.”

He’s so close, you can smell the perfume you bought for him last Christmas.

“I didn’t…I didn’t call you this week to get you to come over and have sex with me or anything. Not necessarily. You’re part of everything, it was normal to expect you to be there everyday. If, uhm, you don’t want this it’s fine, but don’t just disappear like that. I want you around, no matter what.”

You shift under his touch, forehead creasing in deep thought, trying to take everything in.

Hitting your head on the back of the couch, the palms of your hands rub against your eyes.

Bam laughs, unsure.

“What did I say wrong?”

He’s being cute, and you hate him for it. How could he think there was anything wrong with the things he just said?

Making assumptions, his hand starts to retreat so yours fly to his neck in an attempt to stop him from going anywhere.

Your fingers play with his hair.

“I’m just scared.”

It’s a whisper, barely above the faint sounds of music upstairs.

“Well, duh.” He laughs. “Don’t you think I was too when I made the move a week ago?”

“Honestly, no. Felt like it was nothing short of ordinary for you. I’ve heard your girl-centric stories, don’t forget.”

Bam throws his head back before wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer, raising one of your legs over his lap. Your dress is dangerously covering very little.

“That’s different.” His lips graze your cheek. “I don’t think I’ve ever spent more time planning out how I’d come on to someone.”

You let him continue planting faint kisses on your face, all the way to your ear, asking for an explanation.

“Well, you never gave me the right opening.”

“The kiss-”

“Doesn’t count. Before you even suggested it you had already told me to not try anything. And your face afterwards was like I had dog shit in my mouth.”

You’re both giggling.

“It was a defense mechanism. I liked it.”

Small bites on your neck.

“Then, years later, the rings? The fucking rings did it?”

He leans back, showing them off to you.

They dance in front of your eyes, enticing, and your body shudders like muscle memory.

Bam notices.

He brings his thumb to your bottom lip, caressing until your mouth opens, taking it in.

“Unbelievable.”

His own lips part at the sight of you melting in front of him, all over his stupid fucking jewelry.

Tongue stuck on the roof of his mouth, he’s watching you intently.

“Have you been thinking about that day?” His thumb goes deeper after you nod. “Did you touch yourself?”

Nodding again, eyes watering, you feel him shiver.

Wet finger slowly pulling out, he looks at you for a second before crashing into you.

He tastes mostly of cigarettes, reminiscing of that first kiss you shared outside a party, long ago.

Unlike that day, your mouth parts so he can push his tongue in. Your back is pressing against the couch, squeaky noises flooding your ears like an echo from last week.

Your moan is thankfully muffled by Bam’s lips still tugging on yours.

But he hears it, encouraged to run his hand up your leg and over your covered pussy.

“Fuck, you’re wet already.”

Your cheeks flush, feeling meek in front of him. So puddy in his hands.

“Baby, don’t get shy. It’s alright.”

He’s making fun of you, but you don’t care.

“It’s just, I’ve been thinking about it a lot.” You peck him, and his fingers move along your slit slowly. “My bathtub is getting tired of hearing my moaning.”

The implication successfully registers in Bam’s brain and he takes a second, probably visualizing exactly what you just told him.

A smile breaks out in your face but it doesn’t last long, replaced by another quiet whimper when you feel his thumb go below your underwear.

Just as fast, his touch ceases, taking the thumb into his mouth and tasting you. Figuring you'd like to taste yourself on him, you lean forward, tongue not hesitating to suck on his. Your fingernails scratch down his throat, and it's his turn to groan.

In a fast move, Bam's laying you down on the couch and positioning himself in between your legs. Your muddy boots are ruining the couch, even more.

Cold hands take their time lifting the hem of your dress, blue eyes searching yours for permission before pulling your underwear down. It gets tossed on the carpet, and you hope you'll remember it later.

He’s looking at your cunt, a better view compared to last time, right thumb and index spreading your folds.

“You better not be blushing, you’re beautiful.”

That is no help. Your skin is burning red, probably getting worse when Bam runs two fingers up and down your entrance, repeatedly.

His eyes don't even acknowledge you anymore, focused on one thing.

"Show me."

You're lost.

"What you've been doing in your bathroom. Show me."

Lesson learned, don't tell Bam your dirty secrets. You're overdue on that one.

An idea sparks in your mind, so you pull on his hand and remove three of his rings, sliding them on.

Your eyes meet, hand extended for him to spit on.

Adjusting on the couch, moving past your nerves, your index adorning a skull ring rubs on the sensitive skin and you lick your lips.

Eyes shut, you're trying to pretend Bam's not there, holding your ankles and watching you play with yourself.

"I'm really wet, I don't think I can take too much." He doesn't react, so you slip your own finger inside your pussy. The sound verifies your words. Moving, when you go back, your index follows and you gasp. "Shit."

Completely out of it, your free hand pushes the straps of your dress down, revealing your breasts. You're squeezing, fingers arching and hips rolling. It feels so good, you cry out his name, just like you had many times before on the tub.

"That's enough."

Bam's voice is authoritative, so you stop, both hands laying by your sides.

He moves back on the couch, thumb pulling your skin up and diving to take you in his mouth. God, he takes as much as he can, tongue poking in right after. With an absurd wet noise, Bam sucks on your clit, coming off with a pop.

You're biting your hand to avoid being loud, and when he sees this, he redirects you to his hair. "I want to hear you."

Squirming under his lips, his tongue springs into action again, darting in and out.

He's lapping your folds, pressing your clit in circles and adding two fingers inside.

Something hits you.

"Bam, fuck, the door's open."

His head moves up, watching your eyes screw shut when his fingers arch deeper. "It's half closed. Do you really want me to get up right now?"

His index synchronizes with his thumb, movig in and out as you're being rubbed.

No, stopping this would be torture.

Your answer comes in the form of pushing his head back between your legs, and his laugh vibrates inside of you.

He picks up the pace, mouth stuck on your clit and fingers hitting as far as they can. Your hips start thrusting up, into his face, pulling on his locks.

You can feel your orgasm inching closer, but you're not done tonight, you haven't even seen him.

So you push on his shoulders, asking him to stop.

"What's wrong?"

Catching your breath, when your eyes open again, they gloss over Bam's shiny chin.

Recoiling your legs, you sit up face to face with him, and lick your own juices off his face, eventually coming up to his lips. But instead of kissing, the tip of your tongue traces them, coating them in you.

Taking advantage of his speechlesness, you push him to sit back down, straddling him.

Adjusting over his legs, you’re playing with the buttons of his dress shirt.

“I want to see you, your tattoos.”

He nods, and you start undoing the piece. Once exposed, your lips wrap around his collarbone and trace the drawing going all the way down to his hips.

He’s got one hand tangled in your hair and the other flat on your ass.

“Always thought you were so pretty.” Your tongue is still on his skin. “Very irritating, sometimes gross, but too pretty for your own good.”

“We have that in common.”

You match his rolling eyes, smiling.

Coming back up, your kiss is hot and heavy, fingertips massaging your scalp.

The hand on your ass tugs you closer, ghosting over a hard-on poking against the tight crotch of his jeans.

“Think you’re ready?”

Whispered directly from his mouth into yours.

Rolling your hips, both of you hiss, in tune with each other.

It’s so nice to be able to see the effects you have on him.

Trembling fingers unzip his pants, hips briefly raising from the seat so you can pull them down.

With no boxers in its way, you finally get to see the shape of his cock, red and twitching on its own. It’s not weird at all, it’s inviting.

Licking your lips, Bam’s the one to desperately interrupt your plan.

“I’m not gonna last.”

You shoot him a smug but empathetic smile.

So your hand takes the place of your mouth, coated in your spit and pumping him.

His dark curls bounce back, head hitting the seat with a thump.

Circling the tip, you watch his Adam’s apple bob.

“So pretty.”

“Please.”

It’s shocking to hear him beg, movement faltering beyond your control.

Eyes opening, his hands fly to your waist, telling you to hurry up.

So you sit up on your knees, guiding his hands to lift your dress and setting your own on top of his shoulders.

His left hand comes down to align the head with your entrance.

He looks up, mouth open and looking completely disheveled.

You take the opportunity to sink down, taking just a few inches in. Your eyes immediately start watering, muscles tightening.

“Okay?”

Nodding, you ask him to keep holding himself so you can move.

And so you do, lifting up a little before going down again. It’s impossible to contain your moans, nails digging into Bam’s skin.

Feeling brave, or desperately needy, you take the rest of him in.

Bam starts to mumble something but you shut him up with a light kiss, whispering in his ear. “I got this. Relax.”

He does, letting out a breath and moving his hand back to your ass.

Biting his earlobe, you hope he gets the callback. “Good boy.”

You feel his cock twitch again, dancing on it as much as the limited space will allow.

He’s helping you, hands squeezing your ass, rings pinching your skin.

It’s driving you crazy, having Bam underneath you, panting. Tattoos distorting as his stomach moves in and out. At some point, he brings a hand up to lick his fingers and rub your clit. It makes you laugh, both aware that you were soaked enough that saliva wouldn’t have made a difference.

You’re doing your best with the position, but Bam’s not able to reach where you need him.

“Bammy, I need more, please.”

At this, he fully sits up, holding your back so you don’t lose balance.

Laughing, he asks, “What did you just call me?”

Shit, right. It’s his childhood nickname. No one used it anymore.

He’s smiling up, nose running along the crevice in between your breasts.

You’re still sitting on him when he decides to give you a break from that, taking a mouthful of your tits, sucking and biting the skin.

You think he’s going to take a while with them, but instead, Bam surprises you by hooking his free arm under your ass and flipping you back onto the couch, lying down.

How he managed to do that without hurting either of you is remarkable.

He’s kissing you again, bare chest pressing against your nipples.

You’re probably starry eyed when he moves back, taking advantage of your bliss to sneakily put one of your ankles over his shoulder and hook the other one around his waist.

“I don’t know if I can make you squirt again, but I will make you cum.”

The words almost get tears out your eyes in anticipation.

One hand on your hip to steady you, and the other one closing around your throat, Bam slams into you.

The position is awkward at first, but he clearly knew what he was doing because your vision goes blurry.

His necklace starts hitting your face as he thrusts, rings scraping your neck with a stronger grasp.

You’re crying out his name wildly, watching the Heartagram tattoo push into you, feeling a curve to his dick that’s running along your walls.

“Fuck, baby, I’m so close. You?”

You can’t even talk, oxygen lost to you. But you are almost over the edge, signaling it to Bam by registering where your hands are and rubbing your clit to aid in getting there faster.

He starts to control his pace, alternating between fast strokes and pulling out halfway.

When he hits your G-spot, you scream so loud he has to let go of your neck and cover your lips.

Bam’s relentless, now that he knows where to aim, slowly but surely hitting every time.

“You’re so tight, princess, let go.”

His words work like magic, and your orgasm washes over you in the same instant, ripping through your body.

Again, you find yourself clenching around Bam, legs shaking with force.

But now you can look at him too, see the way his face transforms under pure pleasure.

So, when his rhythm starts lacking, you gather the strength to ride him, rolling your hips directly into his.

The sound is obscene, his cock drenched in your juices, moving in and out.

Cupping his balls, it doesn’t take long for him to give in, spilling inside you and overflowing down your bare legs.

You give his hand over your lips small kisses, so dizzy and gone that you're kind of wishing someone would walk in and find you. It's nothing you should be hiding from the world.

The hand is replaced with his mouth, kissing you lazily.

This time, Bam uses his dress shirt to clean you up, giving you no room to move and doing it while kissing you too.

When he’s done, you push on his chest to speak but he cuts you off.

“Just want to make sure you don’t run away this time.”

Your stomach drops. He means it. He is actually terrified you’ll gather your things and disappear again. It kills you that it’s your fault his eyes look that insecure right now.

“I won’t, promise.”

Sticking out your pinky, he takes it, smiling.

Half an hour goes by and you two are still sitting on the couch, isolated from the party, sharing the flask you had stolen from Ryan and forgotten.

Well, Bam’s drinking most of it. You’re busy trying to put his curls back in place, legs thrown over him.

He finishes untying your shoelaces after you yelled at him for tying them together and looks up, a cheesy smile visible from the corner of your eyes.

“No one looks as good as you do on my lap. I'm gonna get some pants with your name on them, right across the legs.”

Laughing at the absurd idea he will definitely go forward with, you give up on his hair and roll your eyes at him. “Not even little miss…shit, I genuinely don’t remember her name.”

Bam laughs, planting a kiss on the center of your chest. “It doesn’t matter, because no, not her either.”

In between pecks, you steal the flask from his hands.

Gulping it down, you think out loud.

“Gotta give this back to Dunn, he hates when I take his stuff. This and…Oh my God, Bam.”

“What?”

“Josh's coat.”

You get up with Bam right behind you, both looking at the ruined jacket.

"How am I supposed to give this back. It reeks of beer, chemicals and sex."

He laughs again, a little too much. You’re being serious.

“I know. You’re doing him a favor. C’mon, you’re gonna tell me he didn’t look like an asshole wearing that?” A little bit. “Keep it, suits you better.”

Scoffing, you tease.

“And you’re just gonna let me walk around in another man’s jacket? It seemed to have peeved you plenty earlier.”

Bam pretends to think.

“You’re right.” With a swift move, Bam grabs the item and chucks it on the ground, stepping on it for good measure. "We'll tell him the washing machine is fucked up. It's not a lie."

"You're fucking impossible."

Taking the time to find one of his CKY hoodies to put on you, sharing his rings not being enough, Bam gives you a piggyback ride up the steps and you have to prepare yourself. It's definitely a spectacular way to imply to a room full of your friends that you're together.

Oh, and poor Josh.

At least Bam's enjoying himself. That smile is worth any public embarrassment.

You’re in for a fucking ride, now.

#bam margera x reader #jackass fanfic #bam margera

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