#(also I took her off the wall because I think she was big-sprayed and she was kind of languishing there)

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SALTICID SATURDAY: adult female Phidippus californicus

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Do you think

Do you think there are sects of Mandalorians that put up pictures of Satine the way people put up pictures of the Virgin Mary

Like those illuminated icons

Part of me is suddenly very convinced that there are people who treat her like Catholics do saints

(I don't actually know what the Catholic angle is. I grew up Orthodox, and iconography was a big part of the divorce of 1054. Like I know that icons aren't a thing for Catholicism but also I've seen like. statues of saints? and there's paintings of Mary by Catholics? so I just threw spaghetti at the wall)

I was thinking about after the Empire rose, and maybe after the glassing.

I'm imagining the people who do it being the children of people who were young but around during the civil war.

Like Sabine and the generation after her.

Where they themselves were of traditional families, and heard stories of the conflicts, but hindsight just had them going "what if we hold up this woman as an icon of peace" and then maybe them, or maybe the generation after them, went "she was our leader, and she is dead and among the stars, and she was a symbol of peace, and let us pray to her."

@jebiknights:

I mean after she dies maybe? I could see her becoming a martyr to the cause but idk I've never gotten the impression she was actually revered But now I'm imagining people praying to Satine's ghost and being like "hey can you do me a solid and tell Tarre/the Manda to help me find my lost head piece" I feel like she'd be more held up as a martyr/revolutionary figure than religious though but maybe that's just me. The type that would get spray painted on alley walls as opposed to prayer cards

Given the ideology Mandalore has around death (ka'ra and whatnot), I feel like there's an overlap there. Like yes she's a martyr and a revolutionary figure, but since she was a leader, she's also sort of like. Ancestral worship But All Of Mandalore Is Her Children.

I'm imagining Satine like… generally she's a revolutionary figure and martyr, but some people took it further, and so she was getting colloquially sanctified by some, and others verging on Let's Make A Religion Out Of This.

This got long, more under the cut.

jebiknights:

I think it's just hard for me to picture her that way with all of the split between factions during her time ruling, and a lot of that was about traditional way of life and connections with religion. I could see her as a subjugated government figure that even those who didn't like her politics might see as a symbol of the sith/the empire trying to take over and then destroy them. I personally just don't see her crossing over into religiousity for a long long while after

I'm coming at this from the perspective of Former Socialist Yugoslavia.

A lot of my parents' generation were actually more religious than their own parents' generation (not my parents, but there were a lot of others who did) because of the overarching normalization of atheism by the government. Being religious was a form of rebellion. In this case, I'm imagining a clinging to the ancestor-worship parts of Mandalorian culture as being the part people embraced in response to the Empire trying to stamp them out overall.

jebiknights:

Oh I didn't mean that they're more or less religious I just didn't think she'd be incorporated into it bc of ya know the civil wars shrugs Or wasn't trying to say I couldn't see it because of less religious? I do think increased religiousity makes sense for the Mando's during and after the empire I guess I'm just struggling bc I'm drawing a line between Important Martyr in current political and religious struggle and "Saint like figure who almost immediately starts a new religion" lol. Cuz I just struggle to see her as the latter but that's just me no shade on her 💜 I think the initial comparison to the virgin Mary really threw me off 😂

Which is. Uh. NGL I was just thinking about the specific element of Having Pictures because Mother Mary was the only one I was sure that Catholics have in their houses. I've been told that it makes more sense to go the Orthodox route since we do iconoclasm a lot more.

Buuuuuuuuuuuuut also like. Yeah a few sects may, if not immediately, go full Main Religious Figure about her. Just give it a few generations.

Farmers as isolated as Din's covert, but Not Armor.

tbf most of this was inspired by Maul's weird hate shrine for her in sw Rebels.

This is what vaguely got me thinking about "Some people tried to canonize Satine."

Anyway, I was thinking in this style:

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Wrong Number 7

They had decided to meet around five, and that was when Steve and Robin drove up to the building where Eddie worked. This was it. He was going to see him face to face. He was going to be able to touch him. And feel him. He was going to be able to kiss him. It was all really happening.

He parked across the street and got out. Robin came over to his side and pulled at his sleeve.

"Is that your man?"

Steve locked the car and looked up to see Eddie, standing by the entryway, staring intensely at his phone, probably waiting for a message from Steve to tell him he had arrived. As if pulled by a magnet, his gaze lifted up and his beamed when he saw Steve.

And then he ran across the street without looking.

"Eddie!", Steve shouted when a car stopped short to not hit him but Eddie paid it no mind.

"I'm comin' babe!", Eddie exclaimed, completely missing the point.

Steve found it hard to be mad at him when Eddie was crushing him in his arms and then pinning him against his car and kissing him like he'd just come back from a war. Steve's first thought was to finally touch that hair and feel it curl around his fingers like it wanted to hold him just as close.

Eddie's tongue pushed into his mouth and Steve let it slide in easily. This was the man he'd been talking to for weeks. The man who had been the star of his fantasies for nights since the first time he ever saw his face. Eddie's hands dug into his hips and Steve could feel his rings digging in and Eddie's hips were flush with his own and-

"Okay, okay! I don't have an actual spray bottle but please stop! We're in public!", Robin pleaded.

Eddie, sweet sweet Eddie, pulled away because he didn't know Robin well enough. Steve knew her very well though and grabbed Eddie's face to bring him back in for another kiss. And another. And another. And THEN Robin started pelting Steve with something hard. He finally came up for air to see that she was attacking him with tic-tacs.

"Heel! Down boy!", Robin yelled. "I shoulda had you neutered a long time ago."

Eddie chuckled and pulled back completely, hands in the air in surrender. "Didn't mean to attack your purebred. You know how us mutts are."

Steve was listening. He was definitely listening. But he was also looking Eddie up and down in three dimensions.

"Hey Steve, got anything to say about crossing the street without looking both ways?", Robin pointed out.

"Yeah!", Steve said, brain slowly catching up. "Uh, don't! I can't make out with you if you're roadkill."

"I'll keep that in mind, baby." Eddie grabbed his hand and pulled him to his side, putting an arm around his waist.

Giddy with joy, Steve turned to Robin and mouthed at her, 'I'm baby'.

Robin rolled her eyes as they crossed the street (safely) and went inside. Her eyes got big as she took it all in.

"Steve! They've got knives! Vickie loves knives!"

"What happened to Chrissy?", Steve asked.

"I'm in high demand", Robin grinned as she checked out the wall of axes.

Eddie introduced Robin to one of his co-workers and friends who was going to help her through her lesson. To his credit, Jeff only looked slightly worried about how interested in sharp things she was. Eddie led Steve two lanes over so that they could have a bit of privacy. Well, as much as one could in a warehouse space where people were throwing axes.

Someone was playing music though, meaning their voices didn't carry and they were in their own little world. Which was just as well because Steve didn't think he could focus on much else watching the way Eddie handled an axe. He could hear Robin's voice in his head cracking wise at the whole 'being sexy with a phallic object' but Steve didn't even think Eddie was doing it on purpose.

He was literally just demonstrating on to use it but he was also showboating, lofting the axe in the air while standing in the lane. He had given Steve strict instructions not to pass a certain line and Steve wasn't looking to get his head lopped off so soon.

"Think you're ready to try?", Eddie asked.

Steve nodded and Eddie handed him an axe, handle first and then got out of the way to watch him from the side. Steve wound up and tossed it the way Eddie showed him. Not quite a bullseye but very close to it.

"How was that? ...Eddie?"

"Hm?"

"How was my throw?"

"Oh good, good. It was good." Eddie had been watching. He couldn't even think of tearing his eyes off Steve. He had watched the way his arms flexed and his hips shifted and his legs-god his legs-wait Steve was saying something else.

"Sorry, what?"

Steve smiled. He recognized the look on Eddie's face. "You didn't hear a word I just said, did you?"

"Not a thing, gorgeous."

Steve stepped over to him and put his arms around Eddie's shoulders. "I was asking if you could help me with my technique?"

That was how Eddie found himself in the much coveted position of standing flush against Steve's back, holding his wrist while directing him on how to throw the axe with one hand.

"Is that how you guys normally teach this stuff?", Robin asked, watching Eddie's hand get really bold on Steve's hip.

Jeff rolled his eyes and then averted them. "He's not affiliated with us."

It took Steve only a couple more tries to hit it dead center and when he did, Eddie kissed him like he was the one that got the target.

"I bet you take all your dates here", Steve said against his lips.

"You're the only one who's opened his eyes to how romantic axe throwing can be."

"So romantic", Steve agreed. "How the axe rushes to be with the wood."

"Mmm, it flies on the wings of love", Eddie added, then kissed Steve again, cradling the back of his head.

Steve's hands went around and stuck themselves in Eddie's back pockets. "Something something wood-splitting penetration." He went back to kissing Eddie and everything else melted away until he felt a finger poking his shoulder.

"Hey, it's your best friend. Would you come up for air for a second?"

With a sigh, Steve pulled away but kept his hold on Eddie who did the same for him. Robin jerked her head very unsubtly towards the bathroom. Steve took his hands out of Eddie's pockets.

"Be right back. Try not to miss me too much."

Steve followed Robin to the bathroom which was definitely a single and not meant for two grown people but they made it work anyway.

"So you and Eddie seem to be hitting it off..."

"He's great, isn't it?" Steve was looking at himself in the mirror. He looked like he'd been kissed a lot. From his lips to his hair it was hard not to see.

"You sure you're not, you know, drowning in him?"

"Is that a bad thing? I was a swim captain in high school, remember?"

"There's a difference between a pool and the ocean and Mr...Mr Bad Boy out there's a whole tempest", Robin said.

"Poetic. Any other warnings?"

"Yes", Robin grabbed him by the shoulders. "Please use a condom, I'm not ready to be an aunt."

"Robin, I gotta be honest...I kind of want to have his baby." Steve opened the door and there was Eddie, waiting for him.

"Almost took too long, sweetheart. I was considering breaking the door down."

"You're ridiculous", Steve said as Eddie took his hand and kissed his knuckles.

"He didn't even wash his hands", Robin said.

"Dirty baby", Eddie murmured.

"Wanna see how dirty I can get?"

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Summary: The girls have been waiting for months to see Take That in Belfast. When a polar bear is on the loose and Mary forbids them from going, they have to take matters into their own hands.

A/N: only took a million years but i finally wrote a new part lol BIG thanks to @crumpets-are-better-with-jam for writing out the episode’s script for me, without them I probably would’ve never found the time to be able to write this. Also the word g*psy is censored and used as little as possible because it’s considered a slur but some say that if you say it with the right context it’s ok, but i don’t wanna take any chances, you know?

***

The weekends were always the best part of the week for Y/n. No school or work, no obligations except for church on Sunday, and being able to sleep in late. Y/n wished to be an adult, so her life could be like this every day.

But this was going to be the weekend of all weekends. Months ago, the girls and James scrimped and saved every coin and bill and were able to buy concert tickets to see Take That in Belfast. And today was the day of the concert. The girls sat all squished together on the couch, watching said band on the TV, with James perched on the arm of the sofa, subtly clinging to Y/n. Their relationship was still a secret somehow, today marking their third month together. They were honestly surprised nobody noticed how their affection was more than friendly.

“God Almighty.” Grandpa Joe spoke in horror, glaring at the screen. “I don’t know what the world is coming to. Bloody perverts.”

“You’re overreacting, Da,” Mary said from the kitchen. Joe scoffed in disbelief.

“Overreacting? That lad’s got no trousers on, for Christ’s sake.” Michelle grinned at the detail that had been pointed out.

“He’s wearing too much still, if I’ve anything to say about it.” She muttered to the girls, who giggled apart from James and Clare.

“Why do they keep touching themselves?” Grandpa Joe asked the telly, as if it would provide any answers.

“‘Cause they’re artists, Granda,” Erin said, but he just grumbled.

“Dirty English bastards is what they are.” He turned to look at James. “No offense, son.” Although he didn’t really sound like he cared whether or not he had offended the boy. Y/n patted James’ thigh in comfort as the scene on the TV changed from the girls’ beloved boy band to a news anchor. 

“Come on, girls. Time to hit the road here.” Gerry announced as he came in. He gestured at James. “Have they roped you into going as well, son?” Y/n laughed, leaning against James to look at her father.

“Hardly. He’s practically riding Gary Barlow. Aren’t ya, Jamie?” He rolled his eyes at the statement, as if they had had this kind of conversation a hundred times.

“I’m not! I just respect him as a songwriter, that’s all.” Michelle rolled her eyes at him, as if she had also had this kind of conversation a hundred times.

“Aye, dead on, James, so you do.”

“Will we need our passports, Gerry?” Orla asked, giving her lungs a break from blowing on her mother’s spray tan.

“For Belfast? I don’t think so, Love.”

“Belfast?” Joe asked, but was ignored.

“Are we not a bit early, Daddy?” Erin asked, checking the time on the wall.

“It’s a two-hour drive with traffic, love.”

“This thing’s in Belfast?” Sick of not being acknowledged, Grandpa Joe stood from his favorite chair to stand with the girls and Gerry.

“Da, it’s eight hours till the doors open,” Y/n said, almost laughing at her father’s sense of urgency.

“I know. We’re cutting it fine.” He seemed completely serious about the matter, which just made Y/n want to laugh more.

“Belfast?” Joe said again, now effectively catching the room’s attention. “Sure, why didn’t you just sell the wains into white slavery and be done with it?”

“Gerry will be with them, Da.” Mary tried to reason, but that just seemed to set him off even more.

“Well, that’s worse. Sure, they hate his kind there.”

“My kind?” Gerry asked, not knowing what Joe could possibly be talking about.

“Pricks.��� Y/n laughed, shrinking in her seat when Gerry whipped around to look at his daughter in offense. “Sorry, Daddy.”

“That is enough!” Mary finalized, still working in the kitchen. “They’re going to the concert, Da, and that’s the end of the matter.”

The news switched to another topic again. Something about how a polar bear escaped from Belfast Zoo. Hearing the name, Y/n started to worry.

“Now, will you see sense?” Grandpa Joe asked his daughter, pointing at the TV. Erin snorted.

“Aye, Granda, ‘cause an escaped polar bear’s gonna track us down and kill us. As if Mammy’s bothered by that.” There was a beat of silence, and suddenly, all the girls were panicked.

“Wise up, Mammy!” Y/n squealed frantically, shooting up from her seat on the couch to get a good look at her mother. “As if a polar bear’s gonna rock up a Take That concert!”

“He wouldn’t get a ticket for a start,” Orla added. “They sold out months ago.”

“You’d be surprised, girls,” Mary said.

“The concert’s nowhere near the zoo.” Gerry tried to reason. As usual, Joe countered him.

“But he’s not in the zoo anymore, is he, Simple Simon? He’s sauntering about Belfast without a care in the world!”

“Aye, keep up, Gerry,” Sarah said, blowing on the wet tan that coated her fingers. 

“What I’m saying is that it would be quite a lot of ground for him to cover.”

“They’re quick on their feet when they wanna be, love,” Mary said. Y/n sped to her father, grabbing him by the shoulders to make him face her.

“Daddy, please, don’t listen to her.” She pleaded. “We should go now so we’re not late. Please, Da!” Gerry put his hands on his daughter’s wrists, rubbing his thumbs over the joints while giving her a sympathetic look.

“Oh, love, I’m sorry, but I’d rather keep my head.”

“Come on, Mary.” Michelle pleaded with the girl’s mother. “If you don’t let Y/n and Erin go, then our ma’s won’t let us go.”

“Well, neither they should, and I’ll be ringing them to say as much.” The teens looked at Mary in despair as she went to the phone, likely to ring everyone’s mothers. While dialing, Mary looked back to the living room. “Look, girls, I know how much you were looking forward to seeing This and That.”

“Take That.” Erin corrected.

“But there’ll be other concerts.” Y/n laughed humorlessly, resting her head on her father’s shoulder momentarily before letting go of him completely. 

“No, there won’t.” She felt hysterical. She couldn’t believe this was happening to her. Months of looking forward to this concert just to be banned by her mother because of a polar bear. Only something like this would happen to her. “The fact that this one’s happening is a miracle ‘cause no one good comes here ‘cause we all keep killing each other!” James shifted on the arm of the couch to make room for Y/n to sit next to him. He rubbed her back as she leaned against him for support, devastated.

“And now we’re overrun with polar bears.” Sarah sighed, pulling out a cig.

Frustrated, Y/n stormed up to her room, the girls and James close behind. They had found her face down on her bed, screaming into a pillow. James sat beside her, pulling the pillow out of her grasp before she could suffocate herself. While everyone settled in Y/n’s room, she rested her head on James’ thigh. Her anger and sadness were slowly washing away from James rubbing her back.

“This is so fucking unfair.” She muttered.

“I know,” James responded, brushing hair out of her face.

“Well, I dunno about you lot, but I’m not letting that fat furry fuck ruin the biggest day of my life,” Michelle announced harshly, pacing the floor.

“What can we do?” Erin asked, lying across her sister’s legs.

“Right, listen, girls.” Michelle drew their attention. They hoped that she had come up with a plan to save the day, but were quickly let down. “I’ve never told anyone this before, but… sometimes, when Robbie’s being interviewed, it’s like he’s sending me messages through the TV. You know, like telepathically or whatever, It’s like he’s saying…” She sighed, clearly in a dreamy daze. “We’re meant to be together.”

Everyone stared at her.

“Aye, maybe don’t tell that to anyone again, Michelle,” Erin said. “Ever.”

“I think she might be more cracked than Orla,” Y/n muttered to James, who snorted.

“What?” Orla looked at Y/n after hearing her name.

“Nothing, love.”

“Look, this is too important,” Michelle said. “I’m going to that concert. I’m not afraid of a fucking polar bear!” Everyone enthusiastically agreed. They shouldn’t pay mind to a random bear or what their parents have to say about anything. Nothing would stop the girls and James from seeing Take That.

“I’ll kill it with me own two hands, if I have to.” Orla declared. 

“Bring it on!” Erin egged on.

“Okay. We seem to have gone down a weird road here, people. I think we just got a bit confused.” Ever the realist and anxiety-riddled girl, Clare tried stopping her friends from the odd discussion. “We don’t actually have to fight a polar bear, and if we did, I wouldn’t fancy our chances because, well, they’re massive.” Orla looked around, confused.

“But there’s six of us.”

“Aye, I think we’d have a real chance,” Y/n said, albeit slightly sarcastically.

“The point is, the polar bear’s not the one stopping us from going to the concert. It’s our mothers, and we’ll never get them to change their minds.” Y/n gasped, sitting up suddenly, seeming to have an idea.

“So we fight Mammy.”

“No, definitely not.” James shot down the idea immediately and welcomed his once again pouty girlfriend to rest in his lap. Michelle leaned toward the group like she was gonna tell them a secret.

“We’re not gonna try and change their minds.” She smirked, and everyone became slightly fearful because Michelle always had less than bright ideas that she’d have them execute. “We’re gonna do something else.” 

“What?” James asked.

***

“I’m still trying to figure out whether or not this is a good idea,” Y/n muttered to James, who she clung to while sitting on his lap. Michelle had somehow convinced everyone to sneak away and get on a bus to Belfast. The group sat in the back of the bus to avoid anyone who may be suspicious of six teenagers traveling by themselves. There wasn’t enough seating for all six of them to sit together, so everyone squished together, and Y/n sat on James’ lap. No one said anything about it besides the comment from Michelle about how James must be giddy to be so close to a girl. He told her to fuck off.

“Same here.” He sighed, hands gripping her closer as the bus crossed a few bumps on the road.

“We’re gonna get caught; I just know it,” Clare said anxiously to the group.

“We’re not gonna get caught, Clare, because as far as our ma’s are concerned, me, you, and James are ’round Erin’s, and Erin, Y/n, and Orla are ’round mine,” Michelle explained, trying to calm Clare down.

“But we’re not ’round yours, Michelle,” Orla responded, confused. “We’re on the bus to Belfast.” 

“Christ.” Y/n rolled her eyes, having heard her cousin say this multiple times since they left the house.

“I cannot explain it to her again. I’m gonna scream.” Michelle looked away from Orla, probably because she would strangle her if she had to deal with the confusion for another second.

“What’s in the suitcase, Michelle?” James asked, staring at the case his cousin had set on the remaining seat near the group. Y/n could’ve sat there, but Michelle wanted a close eye on whatever was in the suitcase without holding it in case they got caught. Everyone stared, curiously waiting for an answer. There was a beat of silence.

“Vodka.” You brought an entire suitcase full of vodka?” Erin asked incredulously.

“Jesus, Michelle, you’ve got a problem,” Y/n added.

“No. There’s mixers as well. I’m not a savage.” Michelle took a second to think, looking down at the case. “You can mix vodka with cider, right?”

“God, I am boiling.” Clare sighed, fanning her face.

“Gee, I wonder why, Clare.” Y/n laughed, looking at her friend who was completely bundled in jackets and scarves.

“What are you wearing?” Erin asked.

“Yeah, you look like a fucking Provo.”

“I don’t want anyone recognizing me, okay?” The bus paused its venture, opening the doors for people to come in and out.

“No one’s gonna recognize you, Clare.” Michelle chastised.

“Clare Devlin, is that you?” Panic ran through everyone. The voice sounded very familiar and fear-inducing. The girls looked towards the front. Sister Michael was moving past the seats and right for them.

“Jesus Christ.” Clare squeaked, trying to hide in her mountain of clothes. Erin leaned into her.

“Relax, Clare.” She said. “She has no authority over us at the weekend. She has no right to question us, and if she tries to, I’ll tell her as much.”

“Aye, I’d like to see you try, Erin.” Y/n hissed to her sister before Sister Michael reached the group.

“Morning, girls.” She said.

“Morning, Sister Michael.” Everyone said in unison.

“What takes you to Belfast?” There was a heavy pause. The girls were silently trying to decide who would speak and what they would say. Erin volunteered herself, speaking quietly from nervousness.

“I’m not really sure that’s-”

“Speak up.” Sister Michael interrupted her. Erin gulped.

“I’m not really sure that that’s any of your business…” Sister Michael stared blankly at her. Everyone waited for her to jump and murder Erin for saying such a thing. Soon, she found words.

“I’m going to assume that was an ill-judged attempt at humor, Miss Quinn.”

“Yes,” Erin whispered, sinking into her seat. Y/n silently prayed that the bus would start moving so Sister Michael would be forced to leave and find a seat somewhere. But God never seemed too kind to the girls.

“Now, answer the question.”

“... We’re going to the museum.” Erin devised a good lie; the girls just hoped they could keep up with the inevitable follow-up questions.

“Which museum?”

“Ulster Museum,” Clare answered.

“What for?”

“A project,” James responded.

“A history project.” Y/n amended. Sister Michael looked at the two. It seemed like she was about to ask why Y/n was in James’ lap, but she decided against it, not wanting to go through the trouble.

“What about?”

“Ulster,” Erin answered once again. Sister Michael gave an unconvinced hum and turned around to find a place to sit. Everyone sighed in relief as the bus started to move again.

“A history project,” Clare said in disbelief. “This web of lies we’re spinning is getting out of control now, girls.” Y/n put a hand on her friend’s shoulder to take her attention.

“If it makes you feel any better, Clare, I actually have a history project due soon.”

“I thought we finished that,” James said quietly to her. She turned to him.

“Yeah, but now I’ve gotta put it all together.”

“It’s grand, Clare,” Michelle said, rolling her eyes at Clare’s constant anxiousness. “I think she bought it.”

“Of course, she didn’t buy it. She’s onto us, I’m telling you. Oh God, I’m sweltering here.”

“Then take it off,” Erin said.

“I can’t take it off; I’ve nothing underneath it.” Everyone paused, looking at her confused.

“What, not even a bra?” Erin asked.

“Jesus, Clare, you’ve no bra on?” Michelle asked incredulously.

“I haven’t got a bra on,” Orla commented.

“Aye, me neither,” Y/n said.

“What?” James practically choked. Suddenly aware of his girlfriend’s body and this new information, he moved his hands down to sit at her hips. Y/n shrugged.

“They dig.”

“What’s she doing now?” Clare asked, and everyone looked at Sister Michael, who sat a few rows ahead of them. She was reading a book, laughing every now and then.

“Reading her book,” James answered, as if they all couldn’t see it. She suddenly turned to the woman in the seat next to her. She had a look of disgust while the woman ate a sandwich. “Now she’s looking at the woman beside her.” Sister Michael stood from her seat. “Now she’s getting up.” She moved towards the back of the bus, closing in on the girls. “Now she’s coming this way.” Soon enough, Sister Michael stood before the group, staring at them. “Now she’s standing right in front of us.”

“What’s he doing?” Sister Michael asked, looking weirdly at James.

“Now she’s-” James’ words were halted by Y/n putting a finger to his lips.

“Stop narrating, Jamie.”

“I want to sit here.” Sister Michael said with finality, pointing to where Michelle’s suitcase sat. Michelle started to panic.

“What? Why?”

“Well, you’re just such wonderful company, girls, what with your stimulating conversation and razor-sharp wit.” Everyone knew she was being sarcastic. Except for Erin.

“Really?” She asked, seemingly flattered. Sister Michael rolled her eyes.

“No, not really. The woman next to me is eating an egg and onion sandwich, and the smell is enough to turn an Orange March.” The girls cringed at the description. Sister Michael grabbed the suitcase, trying to move it. But she was evidently struggling. “Christ, but this is heavy.”

“Sister, no, let me,” Michelle said, leaning over to grab the case.

“What do you have in here, girls?”

“It’s not ours!” Clare quickly responded with a shriek. Everyone glared at her lie.

“Not yours?”

“We have never seen it before in our lives, have we, girls?” It was better to just agree, so that’s what the girls did. They nodded, giving different mutters of confirmation. 

Sister Michael turned to look at everyone else on the bus.

“Excuse me, everyone. Can I have your attention, please?” She raised her voice to get everyone to listen. Confused, the passengers looked at her while she pointed to Michelle’s suitcase. “Does anyone own this red suitcase?” No one claimed it. “Now, let me be clear. No one can claim this bag, is that correct?” Everyone confirmed her question. She looked down at the suitcase. “I think we have a Code Red on our hands. Driver, pull over!”

***

The girls were definitely fucked. Everyone had to evacuate the bus while they waited for the military to come and extract the suitcase. Now, a crowd watched as a military robot examined the case.

“Jesus Christ!” Clare squeaked in a panic.

“Aye, this isn’t great,” Erin said, watching the commotion. Michelle shrugged.

“It’s not that big a deal.”

“They’re about to blow up an entire suitcase of vodka, Michelle.” 

As Michelle and Erin quietly argued, Y/n leaned into James’ ear.

“And here I thought Clare’s paranoia would be our biggest problem.” James rested his head on Y/n’s, eyeing the situation in front of him in disbelief.

“Why is this place so mental?” He asked. Michelle scoffed.

“That’s enough, James. You have serious fucking anger management issues. Do you know that?” Before anyone could give a rebuttal, there was an explosion. The robot had successfully eliminated the threat in the red suitcase, which was the girls’ ticket to a good time.

There were lots of talks among the soldiers over the radio. The girls silently celebrated when one said they could pack everything up. Soon enough, they’d be back on the way to Belfast.

“Powerful smell of vodka down here, over.” The girls froze in their places as they heard the soldier over the radio. God really did seem to have it out for the teens.

“Vodka, did he say?” Sister Michael asked, slowly turning to her students. “Interesting.” The girls gave her nervous smiles. Suddenly, Y/n pointed over Sister Michael’s shoulder.

“Oh my God, Sister! What’s over there?!” Sister Michael whipped around, and Y/n made a break for it. All of her friends followed after her. 

They ran like hell, not knowing where they were going. After a while of wandering around, they slowed to a walk down a dirt road, all trying to catch their breath. The girls debated whether or not they could reach Belfast on foot, especially with that polar bear on the loose. But the conversation dwindled as some men came into view on the side of the road.

“Is it just me, or is that g*psy an absolute ride?”

“As usual, I think it’s just you, Michelle,” Y/n said, groaning at her sore legs.

“Michelle, you cannot say that.” Erin scolded.

“What?”

“They’re called ‘travelers now. Y’can’t say ‘g*psy’ anymore. It’s insulting.”

“Okay, but you just said it, Erin.” Y/n pointed out. Michelle and Erin continued arguing over the correct word to use for the men. It continued for a while, and only stopped when they had gotten closer to the men.

“Howya, girls.” One of them said, with a bit of a slurred speech. The girls politely greeted him and continued walking. They got a few feet past them when the one who greeted them started calling after them. “Hey, hold on.”

“What does he want?” Clare asked in a panic.

“I don’t know,” Erin replied, just as nervous.

“I’m talking to you!” The man shouted. The girls ignored him, but he kept walking after them. “Hey, are you deaf or what?”

“Just keep going.” Y/n urged her friends, grabbing James’ hand to yank him along while she pushed her tired body to go faster. The teens started walking more quickly, and soon enough, the shouting man and his friends were all tailing after them. 

“Get back here!”

“Faster. Walk faster.”

“Am I gonna have to come after you, am I?”

“Jesus Christ, he’s following us,” James muttered, now being the one to pull Y/n further.

“Run!” Y/n yelped, breaking into a sprint and out of James’ grip because the sudden change in pace had caught him off guard. Everyone ran after her, the teens to catch up with Y/n and the travelers to catch up with the teens. The girls were terrified, except for Orla, of course, who could always find the fun in a fucked up situation.

“Piss off!” Erin went to the edge of the dirt road and came back to the strange men waving a giant stick around. They backed up in alarm, and the girls stopped to stand behind Erin.

Except for Y/n, who was still running like hell. James yelled for her, but she couldn’t hear him over the thumping of her feet and heart. She didn’t even notice that her friends had all been left in the dust behind her.

“Jesus fuck!” Y/n screeched when she was grabbed suddenly by the shoulders and yanked back into someone’s chest. The person who caught her breathed heavily, slightly using her as a crutch. Y/n immediately recognized the whines and groans of exhaustion and smacked the man in the arm. “Scared the fuck out of me, James.”

“I know, ‘m sorry.” James brought her closer to him, back pressed against his chest as he rubbed her arms up and down to comfort her. “Can’t run off like that, love. Could’ve lost you.”

“Sorry.” She apologized sheepishly, and James kissed her head to show she shouldn’t be. When the couple regained strength, they turned around and started walking back to the group that was currently arguing with the strange couple of men when they abruptly ran to the side of the dirt road. A van sped past them as if they weren’t even there, honking the horn and stopping in front of the stand-off of travelers and teenage girls. Y/n and James hesitantly watched, not knowing what was happening.

Soon, Erin stuck her head out from behind the van so her sister was in her view. She waved her over frantically.

“Y/n, come on!” Erin then disappeared, likely into the strange van. Knowing everyone else was probably in there, and not wanting to be left stranded, Y/n broke out into another sprint, leaving James in the dust once again.

“Not again.” He mumbled.

***

When Y/n had snuck away from her family and hopped on a bus to Belfast with her friends, she obviously didn’t expect the bus plan to go to shit, and she and her buddies would be riding around in someone’s van. Yet here she was, jostling around in the back, surrounded by half-assed Take That shirts. Erin was trying to converse with the driver; Rita was apparently her name. Meanwhile, Michelle hogged a cardboard cut-out of Robbie Williams, and Clare and Orla were sifting through all the different merchandise.

“Robie?” Clare said to herself as she held up one of the shirts to look at before frantically digging through the rest of the boxes. In the driver’s seat, Rita seemed to have some type of drunken meltdown. Clare turned to Y/n, panicked like always. “Y/n, what are we gonna do?”

“Pray.”

“She’s spelt ‘Robbie’ wrong on every single t-shirt.”

“Huh?” 

“How are we gonna break it to her?” Y/n snorted. That was not what she expected her dear friend to be worried about.

“Clare, we’re being driven around by some crazy tipsy woman, and I bet she doesn’t even know which direction Belfast is in. And yet you’re worried about a spelling mistake?”

“I find it disturbing.”

“I find your priorities disturbing.” Rita continued talking in her drunken, weepy state, leading to another discussion between Erin and Michelle about the correct label to use for the intimidating men they had run into.

But everything was cut short by the van ramming into something, causing everyone to jerk forward. There was a moment of silence as everyone tried to figure out what had just happened.

“Jesus Christ.” Michelle groaned, rubbing her head as she sat up.

“What was that?” Erin asked no one in particular.

“Did we hit something?” 

Orla opened the sliding door of the van and stuck her head out. Everyone heard a gasp of both surprise and delight.

“Oh my God, it’s the polar bear!” The sentence made everyone, excluding Rita, who smoked her cigarette in the driver’s seat, jump out of the van and surround the body. 

“Orla, this is not a bloody polar bear.” Y/n sneered, looking down at the dead sheep that lay before her feet. Everyone slowly looked over at her.

“You’re soundin’ like James,” Michelle said in slight disgust.

“Shut up.”

“Get it shifted, girls!” Rita commanded from the van, taking another drag. Reluctantly, the girls grabbed the sheep carcass and tried carrying it to the side of the road to clear their path. There was a lot more struggling than they intended.

“Why’s it so heavy?” Erin said with a strained voice. “Aren’t they meant to be ninety percent wool?”

“Just put your back into it. The sooner this is done, the sooner we’re back in the van and on our way to see Robbie.”

“Shut it about Robbie, Michelle!” Y/n groaned, trying to pull the sheep. There was much more arguing, and after a very short while, the girls decided they were officially over this task.

“Fuck this!” Michelle shouted. “Let’s just make James do it, the lazy bastard!” Everyone dropped the sheep on the ground and waited for James to do all the work.

But he never did. It was just the girls on an empty road with a dead sheep and a crazy woman. 

“Wh… Where is James?” Clare asked, looking around, hoping he’d suddenly pop out of a bush or something. 

Y/n thought long and hard. She might have been the last one to be with James. Backtracking to her last known moments with James, Y/n gasped and raised a hand to her mouth. The girls looked at her expectantly, waiting to find out where he was. Her response was an embarrassed and horrified whisper.

“I left him with the travelers.”

***

It took much persuasion, mainly for Michelle, but the girls had gotten Rita to go back for James. It was primarily the revelation that James was the one who had the concert tickets. After a long drive, the van skidded to a stop in front of the traveler’s stands of vegetables and fruits. James was among the men, helping them. Y/n yanked the van door open, relieved that her boyfriend hadn’t been mugged or stranded or something else of the sort.

“James!” She yelled in delight, immediately catching his attention. He grinned but stayed stuck in his place.

“What are you playing at? Get in the van, fucko.” Michelle commanded, less thrilled to see James than Y/n was. The man who first chased the girls put a hand on James’ shoulder.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to, James.”

“With all due respect, this has nothing to do with you.”

“Yeah!” Y/n added, desperately waiting for her boyfriend to get into the van.

“The way you treat this fella, it’s disgraceful.” The traveler reprimanded.

“Fucking excuse me?” Y/n felt beyond insulted.

“What’s going on, James?” Michelle asked.

“Jonjo and the lads…” James looked at said lads with a smile. “They just get me. And it turns out, I’m a really good salesman.”

“He’s a natural,” Jonjo said.

“So, what, you’re a g*psy now?” Michelle asked, clearly thinking this was an unfunny prank.

“Traveler.” Erin and Y/n corrected in unison, Erin louder than her sister.

“Actually, g*psy’s fine,” Jonjo said. Michelle smirked, finally being able to prove to Erin that she was right. Rita yelled at everyone to hurry up, and Michelle nodded.

“Right, get in the van, come on. And do not test me ’cause we’ve already missed PJ and Duncan.”

“Is that who was supporting them?” Clare asked. When confirmed, she pouted. “Oh, I really like them!”

“I’m not leaving, Michelle,” James said with finality.

Y/n sighed, stepping out of the van. The tense gaze James had for his cousin softened when his girlfriend walked up to him.

“Not even for Gary Barlow, Jamie?” Y/n knew she made the right move because now James looked unsure of himself.

“I don’t really rate him as a, as a songwriter, y’know?” Jonjo said. The horrified look James suddenly had painted on his face made Y/n smile, both because she knew that the girls would now be leaving with him and because he looked so adorable. 

James took off his fanny pack and handed it to Jonjo in disappointment, refusing to make eye contact.

“I’m sorry, Jonjo, but you’ve just crossed the line there.” 

Y/n wrapped an arm around James’ back and guided his sad self to the van, where the door was just behind them. She brought him to the back of the van so he could mope a bit in peace. The girls all talked excitedly amongst themselves about the concert.

“I’m sorry I stranded you,” Y/n said quietly, moving her hand down James’ back to squeeze his hand. He squeezed it back and smiled softly down at her.

“I’m just glad you came back.”

“Of course, I came back. You have the concert tickets.” James shoved Y/n away and couldn’t hide the growing grin from hearing her laugh. “Kidding, kidding.”

After a long drive, long lines, and a big fight to get to the barricade, the Derry girls were finally able to enjoy Take That in all its glory. They screamed the lyrics, jumped to the beat, and danced all together in excitement. They didn’t care about the consequences when they would get home to their parents, who were probably worried sick. They didn’t worry about how they’d get home that night. All that mattered was that they were currently in the presence of one of their favorite bands of all time.

Somewhere in the middle of the set, the excitement winded down a bit as a piano intro played. Y/n squealed, tugging on James’ sleeve, as she recognized what was dubbed as her and James’ song, A Million Love Songs. James grinned at her excitement.

“Oh my God! I have something for you!” Y/n exclaimed over the music, digging around in her pockets. James looked down curiously as she brought out a folded piece of paper. “If it’s bad, you’re not allowed to make fun of me.”

“What is it?” James leaned down so he was closer to eye level with Y/n, making her blush. She pinched the edge of the paper, creasing it a bit.

“Do you remember when Erin became magazine editor, and we were going through those essays and… and Michelle found mine?” James nodded, remembering the day clearly because he was devastated when he heard the title of her little essay. “Well, I figured, since it’s our third month together and all… I wanted to give it to you.” He was gentle when taking the paper from her, so incredibly curious about what she had written. “Especially since my fancy isn’t so one-sided as I thought.”

All Y/n could focus on was the beautiful song in the background and the beautiful boy in front of her, reading words that had come straight from her heart when she thought her love for James was just a hopeless crush. She didn’t know if it was a good sign, seeing him become more flustered and blushy as he read on. When he was finished, he slowly and carefully folded the paper back up while Take That started to play a more energetic song.

“Again, you can’t make fun of me if it’s bad!” Y/n shouted over the noise. “I know Erin’s the writer or whatever, but- oof!” She was interrupted by James pulling her to his chest, arms wrapped tight around her and face buried in the crook of her neck. She immediately returned the affections. 

“It’s amazing.” He said in her ear. “Amazing, and lovely, and perfect. Just like the girl who wrote it.” Unable to help herself, Y/n brought James’ face to hers and kissed him with such passion, a passion he reciprocated instantly. It was as if it was only them existing at that moment.

Of course, it wasn’t. Clare would later tease and squeal at the two and interrogate them about when they had finally gotten together and why they didn’t tell her. Too enamored with the men just feet away from them, the rest of the girls didn’t even notice the couple.

And somewhere in Derry, while the rest of her family was fighting, Y/n’s father Gerry smiled fondly at his television where he saw his daughter having the time of her life at a Take That concert with her best friends and boyfriend. A boyfriend he’d absolutely be asking her about in private when he had the chance.

~~~

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[sonasnowdrop]

Chapter 24: Your purpose.

-Break the cycle-

The girls made their way to a linker pipe. Audrey hopped in first with hesitation; the angel dived in after her.

Swimming through thick ink, the puddles could only take them so far. Eventually, they had to walk to the little devils lounge. The two walked through the sewers once more. They backtracked far until another linker pipe could be found, the animator jumped in, Azael followed.

Audrey lifted herself up and stepped out. Her toon companion sprung outta the abyss not long after. Azael gazed around, she remembers this place.

Audrey marched into the kitchen, Azael followed. The angel picked up a still beating heart. The animator jolted back in disgust as the heart thumped.

"Why…did you pick that up?" Audrey asked, looking rather sickened.

"For big Steve, the note I read had his favorite meal. As well as how I got his name." The angel answered nonchalantly. The artist nodded, but still slightly gagged.

Audrey gathered lots of food and stored it into Azael’s satchel, the two had to make their way back to big Steve. He must be starvin.

Azael strode ahead, heart in hand. Quite Literally. Audrey didn’t quite like the silence, and attempted to make some sort of conversation; she took a deep breath before speaking.

"So…uh, since you’re like, Weeper in a way. Do you have any kind of connection to the Ink Demon?" Audrey inquired, this certain question had been lingering in her mind ever since Azael told her she somewhat was Weeper.

Azael however, cocked her head.

"That’s a fun conversation topic." The angel snarked sarcastically while rolling her eyes. Audrey quickly backpedalled.

"W- no no I just…thought maybe you knew something more about them." The artist seemed like she knew what she was trying to say, but struggled to get to the actual point. Azael got what she meant though.

"…like what?"

"Oh I don’t know, why does he wanna kill me so badly? Perhaps it’s because I’m new?" Audrey said, scratching her chin.

"Or maybe it’s because I have some sort of connection to Wilson?" Audrey continued to theorize, Azael turned her attention forward and allowed the artist to go off the handles with her questions and theories. The angel herself didn’t have any answers for these questions, she kinda just liked hearing Audrey talk; it filled the silence.

The ladies continued back through the sewers, where Audrey approached a linker pipe.

The angel halted, something didn’t feel right. Something felt wrong. Azael hesitantly gazed around, and shushed Audrey, to which the animator zipped her lips. She could see sweat drip down Azael’s cheek, the artist became worried.

"What is it?" Audrey whispered.

"He’s here." The toon stuttered and rushed towards the artist in a panic, Audrey too panicked.

The toon threw her satchel around Audrey; Big Steve’s meal was also inside. The artist wore a confused and worried expression.

"You have to go quick, back to the GENT building. He can’t reach you there." Azael said, further securing her bag around the woman. Audrey shook her head.

"What? No! What about you?!" The artist shouted, stepping down from the linker pipe. The toon shook her head and pushed Audrey back onto the stand.

"There’s no time, it’s you he wants. I can outrun him."

Audrey continued to refute, she couldn’t bare the guilt she felt last time Azael dashed with the Demon close behind. What if this time she’s not so lucky? She couldn’t she just couldn’t, but Azael continued to insist.

Ink sprayed from the walls, the unstable floorboards rumbled. They were running out of time.

"I cant leave you!"

"You don’t have a choice!"

"Why can’t you just come with me?!"

"You’ll get farther if I stall him!"

The Demon was getting closer with each word the ladies exchanged. The angel couldn’t waste anymore time.

Without thinking, the toon shoved the woman with all her might. The harsh push caused Audrey to slip backwards into the linker pipe. A large splash followed as she fell.

The toon shoved a box atop the pipe. Preventing Audrey from rising back up. Forcing the animator to leave her behind and go in the opposite direction.

Azael turned her head, only to see the Demon standing nearly feet away. It growled at her. She stepped back, attempting to get as much distance as she possibly could. To the angels dismay, her back met a wall. The little angel felt a shock through her head, she jolted before clutching her head.

"You cannot keep protecting her." A voice gargled, though the Demon’s mouth didn’t dare move. Azael shook her head.

She never knew the beast could speak. Nevertheless, she had a solid plan.

The Demon dashed forward, quickly closing the space between him and the angel. She acted rather quickly; wasting no time leaping up and boosting herself off the Demons head. He rammed into the space Azael once stood.

When landing, she bolted back into the sewers. Making many twists and turns, she dared to look back; the Demon was hot on her trail. She tried to quicken her pace.

His heavy footsteps gaining on her, it made her ever so anxious. He seemed much more determined now than before. For he gave up rather easy the last time he chased her down.

"I will not allow you to get away this time." He roared. Azael ran and ran as fast as she could until she spotted a ladder ahead.

The angel practically threw herself onto a ladder, and quickly climbed. The Demon clashed into the ladder which caused Azael to lose her grip. She quickly caught herself, and climbed upwards with speed. The Demon was far too large to fit inside the tight space, forcing him to find another way.

"You can’t run forever." The Demon’s voice invaded her mind, causing the angel to stumble. She quickly regained herself however. She didn’t know where she was at this point.

Once Azael reached the top, she frantically gazed around. No linker pipes to dive into. The walls seemingly closed in. Damn these sewers.

She didn’t stop running. Heck, she couldn’t stop even if she wanted to. The angel only slowed down when feeling her stomach turn.

No, no, no!

The toon clenched her stomach and continued to run. Not long after, she lost her footing and tripped. Her legs far to weak to carry her.

The floor rumbled beneath her. The toons hands bursted out of her gloves, and her halo dripped more and more ink onto her face. The feathers that littered the angels wings began to shed and fall to the floor.

"You cannot resist any longer." The Demons voice gargled once again. The angels mind fuzzed, her head stung.

Resist? Resist what? Death?

No, she refused to give up. Now at large, the Weeper attempted to stand. Steam hissed off of her. The large creature barely even got up before she was knocked down again, by a sudden rumble.

Quickly, she looked up. Big mistake. The Demon stood at the end of the hall. The angel scooted backwards, quickly standing to her feet.

You haven’t interacted with me in eons. Why now? What is it that you want? Have you finally decided that you want me gone?

The angels mind raced, surely he could hear her thoughts. She could certainly hear his. The Demon stood, motionless.

"Do not resist, Anne." The Demon chocked, and took the first step.

Anne…?

The Weeper shook her head lightly. The name disturbed her, it sounded all too familiar but she couldn’t figure out why.

"What is it that you want?" The Weeper spoke, her voice shook. She attempted to mask how scared she was.

The Demon took another step forward, Weeper stepped back.

"You have no memory of who you are."

The Demon took more steps, Weeper took as many steps back.

"No purpose. That soul does not belong to you." The Demon hissed.

"What are you on about? My purpose is to fix what you destroy. It has always been that way." The angel sneered, the Demon shook his head.

"That is the purpose you’ve made for yourself. Your existence is a lie." He gruffed.

Weeper raised her head.

"It’s taken me so long to remember you." The Demon continued and took another step forward. This time, Weeper didn’t move. What was he saying? This was unreal, out of his character.

"I can help you remember who we were."

The Angel and Demon stood face to face. The Demon towered over her, all those years ago they stood to the same height. The Demon reached out, pushing the inky abyss that drenched the Angel’s face to the side. Revealing the golden eye that glowed beneath.

"You were weak, gullible, and pathetic."

The angel felt a tear roll down her cheek. However, it’s unlike any tears she’s shed before. Her tears were usually golden, but this one, It was clear, it was human.

"You were…"

"H-human…" the angel chocked, as more clear tears began to fall. The angel couldn’t believe what she was being told.

No, it’s not true. Was he lying?

He had to be, this had to be some kind of joke.

Some kind of sick trick.

This is all he ever did, so he could-

"Anne." The Demons voice broke through her thoughts. Reminding her of that disturbing name. She couldn’t stop crying.

"Join me."

What?

The angel gazed up with teary eyes. He held his hand far to her, in an offering manner.

"Let us become one, let us fulfill our purpose." The Demon simply said, he sounded less forceful. As if he was giving her a choice, to choose.

She looked at his hand before gazing up to where his eyes would be. The soul he spoke of was gone, he knew that. The Angel just managed to somehow gain what the girl left behind all those years ago. She never knew she had a soul before, but she can feel it controlling her now.

She thought for a moment, about Audrey, and…the Weeper then shook her head. Regaining herself.

Without a second thought, the Angel reached her hand over the Demons large palm, she hovered her hand above his for a second. Before finalizing her decision and accepting his offer.

She wished to know what had happened to her.

Why she’s here today.

What’s her purpose.

She knew he had the answers, for he remembered.

Before death, there was life.

And in life, one was once human.

“The Angel of darkness.”

He held the Angels hand, she tightened her grip.

Chapter 23 / Chapter 25

[los-ninos-tortugas]

Pointing out little details as I notice them:

Raph’s bedroom:

Okay first of all the perspective in this shot is slightly wonky and it’s throwing me off a bit, but anyway…

His bench press is mostly held up by cinder blocks, while the part of it that holds the barbell itself (idk what it’s called) seems to be held in place by a bucket, maybe full of cement?

Raph and Leo both seem to have wooden floors while everyone else just has concrete floors?

Under Raph’s bed is a collection of weights for the bench press, a box of records, an unsolved Rubik’s cube, and a somewhat mysterious duffel bag.

Above his bed a Ghost Bear poster.

He has a random amp.

His bed seems to be just a mattress thrown on top of a concrete slab, and the slab itself is supported by those chains.

Raph has flames painted on his wall behind the bench press!

Just above and to the right of the flames it looks like Mikey graffitied his name on the wall.

I can’t tell if the poster on the wall behind the bench press is meant to be a poster of Lou Jitsu or perhaps one of Raph’s favorite musicians, I’m gonna guess Lou Jitsu on this one though.

Donnie’s bedroom:

Not as much going on in this image unfortunately :(

Donnie’s bed seems to be made out of an old tanning bed, can’t see what’s holding it up to make it lofted tho.

Underneath he has a desk where he has a laptop and what looks like either a tablet or a book.

Casey’s bedroom:

It looks like she has a small stack of books on her desk that he lamp is either really close to or sitting on top of.

Leaning against her desk chair are a couple of hockey sticks.

Behind the desk chair on top of the bookshelf you can see a baseball bat.

Can’t quite make out what the posters on the wall above the bookshelf are for, but given that the other posters feature Bradford and a hockey player, they’re probably also sports posters.

It looks like she’s got either a bag with a green bow, or perhaps a bit of brownie scout paraphernalia hanging off the bedpost there.

The Bradford poster is autographed.

On her laptop is a sticker of the foot clan symbol, and also stickers of ninja stars.

Mikey’s bedroom:

On the canvas on the far right you can see that Mikey drew a cartoonified self portrait.

Next to that are a bunch of little doodles on the wall that seem to mostly be of little cartoon cats! It seems Mikey really likes drawing cartoon cats because they’re on the other side of the room as well in another collection of wall doodles. All over the floor are cans of spray paint but also buckets of paint like you get at Home Depot.

Underneath his hammock is his skateboard, a boombox, and what are either tapes for the boombox or reams of paper, given their size I’m thinking paper.

Behind the hammock he’s painting a large yellow smiley face and big bubble letters that say something I can’t quite make out.

Splinter’s bedroom:

On the top shelf in the upper left side of the room appear to be some of Lou Jitsu’s acting trophies, one of which appears to be a golden globe.

On the shelf below that seems to be just a book and a sock that’s about to fall off the shelf.

Below that there’s a knife stuck in the wall.

Over by the bed, what my really bad eye sight initially took for a suitcase full of money that he inexplicably had, is a box of sewing supplies.

On the floor is a pair of sewing scissors near a bunch of fabric that is on the floor and thrown over Splinter’s minibar.

Also on the minibar is an unfinished bowl of ramen and a box of cookies.

Splinter’s desk is just the tabletop and hutch, and is held up by cinder blocks, the pedal for his sewing machine is also on one of these blocks while he’s sewing.

Next to Splinter’s desk is a pretty tall stack of file boxes.

Behind his bed there’s a painting of a tiger.

Going by the cut outs in the fabric on the floor it seems like Splinter is in the process of sewing some pants, I wonder if the jeans on the floor are there so he could figure out the patter he would need.

The tv is pointed towards the ironing board so he can watch while he irons.

Also the cords for the tv go into the chest at the end of his bed suggesting that there’s a power source in there.

His bed is held up by wooden pallets.

Leo’s bedroom (old lair)

Leo seems to have the most collectibles/toys/action figures of all his brothers. His shelves are completely covered. (You can even see some more of them peaking through behind his head as he’s pulling the curtain back.

Leo also seems to have the most posters, though only the Jupiter Jim one is drawn in detail (it’s also the biggest one).

Leo keeps his skateboard leaning against the wall at the end of his bed.

You can’t actually see anything under Leo’s bed and actually, I think he might be the only one that just has his mattress laying right on the ground and it’s not held up by anything, so he has no under bed storage.

Just peaking behind the curtain it seems that like Splinter, Leo also has a small tv in his room.

Leo and Raph also both have the same red paper lantern hanging up in their rooms.

It could just be because his room is being filmed but Leo seems to prefer to keep his bed made.

Hamato Yoshi’s bedroom:

On the closet appears to be a painting of a woman, but the image is incomplete because the closet is open. Taped over the painting appear to be photos of Yoshi’s mother.

Also near the closet is a practice sword.

Underneath his clothes it looks like he has his own collection of records in the closet.

The posters in his room seem to be of other famous martial artists or martial arts movies.

Big Mama’s bedroom

It’s purple and covered in webs. Moving on.

Leo’s bedroom (new lair)

My boy finally got himself some under bed storage. His bed is partially held up by cinder blocks and the subway seats. Under the bed seems to mostly be random papers and what looks a bit like a USPS box?

His bed is unmade in the new lair and it’s not just his blankets, it almost looks like the fitted sheet is popping off too and you can see the tufted pattern of the mattress underneath.

Over his bed is a boombox (balanced on the back of the subway seats that serve as his “headboard”), and taped over the window is a poster for “Jupiter Jim Sails the Seven Galaxies,” a signed poster for the Prairie Dogs, and a custom “Mad Dogs” pirate flag with a skull and crossbones that uses a dog skull.

He still keeps his skateboard at the foot of his bed, and now there’s an amp next to it.

He seems to be using a cardboard box as a nightstand and that’s what he’s got his swords leaning up against.

Over on the other side where it looks like he’s turned the seats and safety bars into a shelving unit, he’s still got a small tv resting on one of the seats, under the seats are more moving boxes, on the shelf he’s got a lava lamp, some sort of skull thing, some books, and what looks like a motorcycle helmet? (But not the one he had in the series) Under the shelf it looks like he’s got a clothes line where he’s hung some things to dry.

There’s a couple of graffiti tags in the train car, ones really obvious because it’s where his shelves are, there’s some lettering on the ceiling over his bed, and there’s a star and a curved line that seems to go nowhere a little further back. None of them look like Mikey’s style though, so I’m guessing they were there when they moved in and weren’t made by Mikey.

Way in the back of the car he’s got what looks like a huge stack of comic books, more of those paper lanterns hanging from the ceiling (but now they’re blue and not red) and what seems to be a little closer area with maybe a fold out privacy screen, but tbh it’s all a little further back than I can really see with my aforementioned bad eyesight.

And that’s all I got.

Character's Rooms (Raph, Donnie, Mikey, Leo & Splinters bedrooms in the old Lair, Casey's bedroom, young Splinter's bedroom, Big Mama's bedroom & Leo's bedroom in the new Lair)

[titanicfreija]

Thank You

After Freija went to bed, Sunny lingered at the fire. "Thank you. Really. I haven't known what to do."

"She wears it on her face," Thomas said, a small scowl crossing his lips. "She looks haunted." He looked at the sparkling Ghost and tried to imagine the damage they described. "She hasn't slept, either, has she?"

Sunny bounced side to side. "She has, but it brings nightmares. She had one about crushing me, it's been hard."

Thomas nodded. "Worried about that. The war would end, or at least the big one and everyone would expect to just be cured, no need to heal. Some of us have been at this a thousand years. Five hundred." He waved a hand. "Four," he said, gesturing at the Titan's dangling tent. "Our whole lives, all of us. She'll adapt best but slowest. Saladin's probably better off staying with the Cabal."

"Don't act like that," sighed Sunny. "There's more than enough fighting still to do."

"Fair enough," he agreed. "There's no way Xivu's changing course now."

"No way," agreed Sunny. "You defended the wall while we were gone?"

"Held ground as the last line of defense at the refuge line. Held the established Green Zone and received refugees. Rarely saw any action, but running Solar helped me a lot with rescue and delivery and medic duties. Only one real break in the lines, but we stopped it at the front.  Me and a Titan got a thing going where he gave me Invictus for the Well, kept me going for a while. Didn't expect to see so many Hunters with us, I don't know why not. Usually not the ones I see in defensive positions, but this little network stalked the yellow zone and took out anything that looked suspicious, until the break. Full fireteam of them appeared out of nowhere and dumped so much power on their heads that it hurt my eyes. Ran right to the Well and unleashed and unloaded. Titan bubble just to the left, everyone spraying Light all at once, I could put down another Well before the first one fell and we forced them back so completely that we had to push an advance, because they were spilling around to flank."

He smiled. "I don't like working with my fellows, except when I do," he admitted, shrugging. 

"You gonna look into the Light and Dark together stuff?"

"Yeah. In a while." He shrugged again. "I want to cool off, too."

Sunny remained with the fire and the other two, contrary to expectations, and eventually Thomas asked, "What is it?"

"Thank you," she said again, but her modulator warbled. "She… she cussed me. For. For doing it. And. I'm still confident that I'm right, I was right, I did the right thing that I had to do and anything else would have been wrong. But she's also right. I killed myself and I made her pull the trigger." The Ghost bobbed lightly, slowly drifting lower. "And she's right to be hurt by that, and I can be sorry all we like, it doesn't undo it."

Thomas nodded. "Yeah. She knows, too. She said that. She's learning how to cope. It's okay."

"I feel really bad," Sunny mumbled. 

"It was hurt your Guardian or sentence yourself and everyone else to permanence," he said.

"I would still do it again but I feel bad anyway," Sunny iterated. "I feel like I should do something for her. Not to apologize, really, she knows I'm sorry and she knows we did what we had to do, both of us. But I want to comfort her. And I haven't been able to, because I don't know how. And you helped us a lot, today. Just letting her sleep like that helped a lot."

Thomas nodded, but she wasn't saying something.

"She wants advice," Rex said.

Ah.

Thomas knew he wasn't great for advice, but he could help break down the situation. "She's still nervous. She probably feels betrayed by you. Sorry, but that's just kind of how it would be, from my point of view. I would be, and if she’s cursing at you, I can't think of any other reason. And this is all complicated, which makes her angry on its own."

Sunny bobbed her affirmative. 

He figured. He shrugged at the Ghost. "Time and patience is the best I can think. Love. It's going to be a while. Is there anything you can think of that makes her feel safe?"

Sunny twisted a negative. 

"Not surprising. How about something you two haven't done together in a while?"

"I was hoping Iron Banner would help, when Saladin came back around," she said. "That always cheers her up, but not this time."

"Yeah." He frowned. "Has it always been patrolling?"

Sunny bobbed an affirmative. "It was really hard to come up with stuff that wasn't when I was trying to help her calm down. If it's not patrolling, it's bigger."

Thomas nodded again. "Been down to the artists? The Eliksni Quarter? Have you been in the city at all?"

"Not yet. That's a good idea."

"Yeah. Give it time. You're trying to rush."

Sunny blipped harshly at him and he chuckled. 

The silence sat heavy, and Sunny remained. 

Thomas finally let the question out. "You died in her hands?"

"I couldn't take it," Sunny mumbled. "I could hardly… I was… I was dying. Like she said."

"Yeah. Been there, done that." He scowled. "Yeah, I'm sure she's real hurt by that. I was worried I was gonna hurt Rex. You guys knew you weren't going to walk away, and you went anyway and you made her follow."

Sunny drifted side to side, as if on a pendulum, and her back half tick-tocked metronomically. "She said she earned it. Plate of her own cooking is the phrase, I think it must have been an idiom when she was alive."

"Taste of your own medicine is the one I know but hers makes more sense without context. That's rough. Yeah. You're gonna have to ease up. Have you guys practiced any calming exercises? Freija said you guys were working on it."

"Yeah. It's kind of a poem mantra thing we made for her to use when she's remembering…. Anything."

Thomas nodded with a soft grunt. "What's triggering the memories?"

"A nightmare, last time. She's been doing good in general, but she's agitated. Angry. Wants to fight but is never satisfied when she's done. I almost wish she was having episodes like after Neomuna, this constant stress is hard."

[fivelakesinwriting]

Prying Fingers {Joseph Quinn}

Author's Notes: Please see under the cut for the full request. Thank you for your patience, and for all the support for my Joseph Quinn stories! I'm having a lot of fun writing for him. Please let me know what you think if you have a moment - messages, comments and feedback are greatly appreciated! Thank you! xoxo

Warnings: Swearing, Sexual references - sexual innuendos, Accusations of cheating - no actual cheating, Smut*(established relationship, slight hair pulling, biting if you squint, unprotected sex - be safe out there, your choice how!)

Requested? Yes! Requests are open!

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Requested by @kellysimagines

"But i was wondering if you could write one where joe and the reader have been dating since filmsing season 4 and lately he is still busy with the season and reader has finished and is also working on something else and they havent had much time alone together so the reader suprises him with lingerie and stuff and he rejects her saying hes tired and stuff and a couple days that goes on and one night while he is showrring he gets a text from a woman and the reader confronts him with it and she leaves and later on she discovers that the woman is family of his and he is planning a party or proposal you can decide. Can you also ad smut in it? :) i had that in mind for a while"

*

It was a big step - the whole, visiting his family in his home city thing. She was nervous, and she wanted everything to go right. She wanted them to know that she was the right fit for the person they loved. Because she loved him, too.

It was a surreal experience, so she didn't stop and think about it too often. She got mixed up in her feelings too much when she did that. So, while Joseph got ready for dinner that evening with his family she busied herself in their hotel room, hanging up clothes and straightening up shoes that had been carelessly kicked aside.

"Honey? Can you come here a 'sec?" Joseph's voice echoed from the bathroom, the door just slightly closed over as he showered.

"I thought we agreed that you were going to shower alone, Mister?" She called back to him from her spot on the floor, pushing the heels of his shiny dress shoes against the wall.

"I know, it's not that. It's my phone! Won't stop goin' off! It's ruining my playlist. Will you check it for me? See what the fuss is." Joseph chuckled over the spray of the shower.

She stood up with a smile and made her way towards the bathroom to check his phone as requested. She pursed her lips at the abundance of texts. A few from his mother, which was to be expected. But there were a few from a person she did not recognize.

"So, what's the word?" Joseph questioned as he opened the door of the shower slightly, blinking the water from his eyes.

"Who's Jeanette?" She questioned, her eyes on the screen of his phone.

I can't wait to see you!

Are you sure she has no idea?

See you tonight! xo

"Jeanette? That's my cousin. Why do you ask?" Joseph replied, reaching for the faucet of the shower and turning off the spray. He quickly exited the shower stall and reached for his phone. He released a heavy exhale when she pulled it away from his grasp.

"Your cousin? I've never heard you mention any Jeanette before."

"Yes, you have. It's my cousin, Jeannie. Now, please give me back my phone. This isn't funny." Joseph stated firmly as he wrapped a towel around his waist then took the phone back from her. His heart raced in his chest at the thought that he had been found out.

"Is this why you didn't want to have sex the other night? Because of Jeannie?" She questioned, tears welling in her eyes as her voice quivered with anger.

It was a few days before they had left to come over to London. They both had the night off, and she had wanted to do something special for him before they went away and he was inevitably in the arms of his family and they didn't have much alone time. She purchased a new set of lingerie, sheer and black that would leave very little to his imagination, waiting for the most opportune moment to put it on for him. While he lounged on the couch, aimlessly scrolling through his phone, she readied herself in the bathroom and made sure that the lingerie was placed just right on her body. She was devastated when she walked out, called for his attention and with a soft smile he said simply, "not tonight, honey."

"Are you being serious? No! I was tired. You looked sensational that night, and I didn't want to disappoint you because I wasn't up to it. Jeanette is my cousin, and we're seeing her tonight. That's why she's texting me. Don't do this, please." Joseph sighed as he placed his phone on the bathroom counter behind her, then reached held her face in his hands. He placed a soft kiss on her forehead, working his fingers into her hair as he exhaled through his nostrils.

"I'm sorry." She whispered into his chest, small drops of water still there. She realized she had somewhat forced him from his shower with her accusations, and her heart sunk. This wasn't their relationship.

"It's alright, honey. I understand." Joseph nodded as he trailed his fingertips over her shoulders and down her back.

"But, can I ask - what am I not supposed to know about?" She questioned, hands on his chest as she pushed back to look at him.

"Jeannie is helping me with something. For..for you. And it's to be a surprise." Joseph muttered as he held her hips, eyes on her face.

"Does it have anything to do with that little box I found stuffed in your dress shoes a few minutes ago?" She inquired softly, averting her eyes from his intense gaze and fiddling with the gold chain around his neck.

"What were you doing snooping in my shoes, Miss?" Joseph grumbled with a furrowed brow, backing her up towards the bathroom counter and pinning her to the edge of the surface.

"I was just organizing our things and when I moved your shoes it slipped to the bottom of your shoe. I didn't open it. I promise!" She rambled as she pressed her hands flat to his chest, eyes wide.

"Alright. I trust you. But, yes. Jeannie is helping me with something lovely for you, and it has something to do with what your prying fingers found in the bottom of my shoe. It's something sparkly, and lovely I've picked out just for you. But you have to wait, and I know that simply destroys you to be patient and out of the know, but you have to." Joseph smiled as he reached his dominant hand up and thumbed at her cheekbone.

"Sparkly?" She whispered as she leaned her cheek into the palm of his hand.

"Incredibly." He grinned as he kissed her other cheek then removed his body from hers to go and put clothes on, the situation having been diffused. He pulled the towel from his waist and tossed it carelessly across the room, running his hands over his face as he thought about what to wear for the evening out. What exactly does one wear to a surprise proposal/ welcome home party?

"I guess I'll get changed now, too."

Joseph looked across the bed at her as she pulled her dress over her head. He wasn't sure what was so wrong with her dress. A pretty yellow sun dress, the colour of sunflowers. It made him smile when she had put it on and he had been hoping she would leave it on, it looked like sunshine on her body. Underneath the dress was a lace set of lingerie, a softer yellow colour than her dress and Joseph realized what was wrong with the dress.

It had been on her body to begin with.

"I like that colour on you." Joseph muttered as he eyed her body over shamelessly tip to toe, feeling the small hairs on the back of his neck stand up.

"Thank you." She smiled as she straightened the straps of her underwear, bringing his attention to her hips.

"Think you should leave the dress on tonight. You'll need new lingerie, though." Joseph grumbled as he ran his fingertips over the bristles of his facial hair, his eyes boring into her hips and the space he wished he was filling.

"Why?" She laughed softly despite the heat creeping to her face, and the butterflies in her stomach. He made her feel nervous in the best, most exciting way.

"Because I'm going to shred that set." Joseph grunted with a point to her lace clad hips. He rounded the edge of the bed, making his way towards her and took her in his arms, lifting her up and tossing her onto the bed. He knelt between her legs, rooting his fingers in her panties and shredded them at the seam easily to leave her lower half exposed.

"Joseph!" She laughed, tugging his hair as he kissed over her stomach and up to her chest.

"Fix'em if you want me to. But I think you look better without." He grinned, his eyes getting that heavy and lusty look as he pressed his forehead to hers.

"I'm okay like this." She whispered as she held his face in her hands, her nose brushing over his.

"Good."

Joseph pressed his lips to hers, slipping his tongue in her mouth while she tugged his hair.

"You know, we don't have to go out tonight. We can stay here, and I can make love to you all night long." Joseph breathed out as he pulled the cups of her bra down to expose her breasts before he reached for his base.

"All night?" She whispered as she took hold of his backside to bring him close, kissing the corners of his mouth.

"As long as you can handle me." Joseph nodded before he slipped his tongue in her mouth. He positioned himself between her thighs, his crown ready at her wet hole. He groaned as she spread her thighs wider for him, giving him silent consent to go inside.

She welcomed him back with a tight, wet warmth. Joseph watched as her eyes rolled back, her nails sinking deep into his backside as she whined into his mouth.

"My love, you feel so good. Look so beautiful." Joseph panted as he twisted the sheets in his fists and slowly built a firm, loving pace.

"You feel good. I love you, baby." She whimpered into his mouth as she scratched his back and lifted her hips to his.

"I love you so much, honey. So fucking good to me. Feel like heaven." Joseph growled as he pulled her hair a little, making her gasp and squirm around beneath him.

"M'gonna cum, baby." She gasped as he snapped his hips forward and nudged her sweet spot.

"Such a sensitive thing. So in love with you. Cum for me, gorgeous." Joseph panted as he kept his pace firm, aiming for her gspot on every thrust.

She came around him with babbled nonsense, her nails scratching down his back and surely leaving deep marks. Joseph growled from deep in the pit of his stomach as he rode through to his own orgasm, watching her pretty face as she fell apart on his cock again.

"Oh my god, honey. You're squeezing the life outta me. Fuck. M'gonna cum. Fuck, fuck." Joseph panted as he pounded at her gspot then released inside of her. He dropped his forehead to hers and slipped his tongue in her mouth, moaning as the aftershock coursed through his body.

"Baby." She sobbed into his kiss as she rolled her body into his through her orgasm.

"I know, honey. I know." Joseph cooed as he kissed her forehead and gently pulled out of her quivering little hole. He kissed all over her face and neck while she shivered beneath him, whimpering pathetically through her orgasm.

"You got me all sticky, baby." She whined as he nuzzled his face into her neck.

"That's how I like you. Sticky, full of my cum, whiney and fucked out like this. You're so beautiful, honey." Joseph mumbled as he kissed her neck and shoulder, running his hands over her thighs.

"Okay, but I need another shower now. I cannot meet your family like this. Joseph, stop." She laughed as he nipped at her neck lovingly.

"I'm joining you this time."

**I have stopped doing a tag list for the time being. Please let me know what you think if you have a moment! Thank you so much xoxo

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[mistiell]

Dates Arcane Characters Would Like to Go on

Viktor

- Your first date was a coffee date.

- After knowing him for awhile, you noticed he rarely gets time out of the lab and when he does, he’s normally fucking exhausted

- So when you decided to ask him out, you figured going to get coffee would be a good first date.

- He would’ve been happy no matter where you went, though, cause he was like “Omg, they actually asked me out????”

- once you guys get comfy together in a relationship, I think he’d like to continue the tradition of going back to that same café where you had your first date.

- He makes sure to block out time at least twice a month for your dates.

- He’s aware that he tends to get hyper focused on his work and he wants to make sure you know you’re important to him.

- He also leaves himself reminders ‘cause he knows if he doesn’t, there is a very big chance he will forget-

- Another thing he likes to do is order food and cuddle up on the couch with you on days where he wants time with you but doesn’t feel like going out.

- I’m not entirely sure if this counts as a date, but he loves taking naps with you. His favourite place to sleep is in your arms.

Jayce

- Took you out to dinner for your first date.

- He wasn’t entirely sure what you’d want to do so he just went with the safest option

- Later on in your relationship, he loves to go on hikes with you. Brings a picnic and everything.

- If you’re not into that, though, he loves to take you to the park to have picnics there instead.

- Will cook for you at home too. He’s not the greatest at it, but it’s edible so that’s a plus.

- Please tell him he did a good job, he really does try his best-

- He also loves taking you to galas and academy events as his date.

- The man just loves to show you off, tbh. He’s so happy to be able to call you his.

Silco

- Your first date was at a high end restaurant in Zaun.

- He rented out the whole thing so it could be just you two.

- Still does that just because he can and he likes to have you to himself.

- However, and this came as a bit of a surprise to you, he actually likes to just stay home and relax with you.

- Running everything he does everyday can be so tiring

- Sometimes, he just wants some love from you

- Will NEVER admit it, though.

- He cooks dinner with you and runs a bath for the two of you

- He even lets you put a face mask on him when he knows for sure no one will be interrupting-

Vi

-She took you out for drinks on your first date

- Later on, she likes to take you out for dinner at this little restaurant she found that’s in one of the calmer areas of Zaun.

- She also likes parkour-ing around the city with you, if you’re into that sort of thing

- if you don’t know how, she’ll gladly teach you

- Can’t promise she won’t laugh when you inevitably fall on your face, though.

- She’ll be concerned, of course, but she’s definitely gonna laugh as she helps you up.

Jinx

- Your first date was actually a complete surprise to you

- She took you out to test some of her new inventions and announced it was a date halfway through

- Now, hear me out

- painting dates

- once y’all get comfy, these are a regular occurrence. She plans them every week.

- She loves painting, she loves you, it’s the perfect combination!

- She even lets you spray paint one of the walls in her room.

- Displays every single piece of artwork you create somewhere. Doesn’t matter what it is, it’s going on a wall.

- She’s run out of space in her room? No problem! She’ll just have to start hanging things up in The Last Drop!

- Silco is physically unable to stop her. Every time he has someone take it down, it ends up right back where it was before. He just has to live with the new decor.

Mel

- In a word, your first date was Extravagant.

- She took you out to the finest restaurant in Piltover. Bought your outfit and everything.

- And this outfit was fucking EXPENSIVE. I’m talkin’ real gold accents, the most luxurious fabrics available. She even got it tailored to fit you perfectly.

- You lowkey felt bad for having her spend that much on you, but she assured you that she wanted to.

- She doesn’t tone it down later on in the relationship, either. There is nothing she loves more than spoiling you.

- Like Jayce, she also likes showing you off at galas and other events. She’ll buy you new outfits, jewlery, everything just to show off how ethereal you are to everyone in attendance.

- And if you ever buy her an outfit for a date?

- You best believe she is wearing it with pride and bragging about how you were the one who picked it out for her.

- If you aren’t one for going out all that much, she’s also chill with staying home.

- She orders food for you guys and draws a bath with the most high quality soaps and bath salts available

- You have no idea what they do, but they smell nice so you aren’t complaining-

- She just loves to pamper you and take care of you in any way that she can. She wants you to feel appreciated.

[yelenasdiary]

hi can you please write a Yelena x reader where reader has had a bad day so Yelena comforts her?

Rage Room

Pairing: Yelena Belova x Reader 

Summary: After a bad couple of days, Yelena offers to help you release built up tension. 

| Angst & Fluff | 1.4K | Talks of mental health and issues related around it | Mentions of sex | light language warning |

AC: I originally wrote this as a platonic relationship but it kind of went it’s own way…I hope you enjoy! 

Been a part of the Avengers has its perks but it’s also draining, mentally and physically. It didn’t matter that you’ve been a part of the team for almost 5 years, you still weren’t used to the days when everything would catch up to you. Always making sure you put your all into everything you did from training to taking missions no matter how big or small, the constant feeling of trying to prove your worth to the team always got to you. Never did you have to prove yourself like you think you did, the team loved you and you are family to them but maybe it was just something you did to keep yourself distracted. 

You got along with everybody well, some better than most. You considered Yelena one of your closest friends, even though she wasn’t technically apart of the Avengers you both still managed to grow closer. 

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“Earth to Y/n” Yelena clicked her fingers in front of your face as you stared into the distance. “Huh? Oh sorry” you blinked to refresh your eyes. “You’ve been spacey a lot lately. Is everything okay?” she asked in her thick Russian accent. “Yeah, just fine” you poorly lied causing Yelena to frown at you. “Want to try that again?” she offered. 

You sighed, “I’ve just been stressed a bit lately and today just isn’t one of my best”

“Is it something I can help with?”

“I don’t think so…I mean, I’m just tired like all the time…then I start to overthink everything and read into people too much like this morning I swear Tony was mad with me over something so that’s been playing on my mind a bit and then yesterday Natasha refused to take me on that week on mission her, Clint and Kate just left for which just made me overthink more – “

“Natasha didn’t let you go because you’re overworking yourself in training and you barely rest” Yelena pointed out after cutting you off. 

“That’s crap!” you spat, “I’ve just been trying to get rid of this built-up tension I have!” 

“Overworking yourself isn’t going to do that but I know something that would”

“Yelena, I don’t want to sleep with some random just to feel better” you tilted your head at her. 

“What? No, that’s not what I meant” Yelena shook her head, “even if you did have sex, I don’t think that would do much” she joked. 

“Ha ha, very funny” you rolled your eyes. 

“Have you heard of a rage room?” she asked. 

“I have but I’ve never been to one. I didn’t see the point when I could just work out?” 

“Do you want to come with me to one? I go once a week, helps for full that need to break shit!” 

You thought about the offer for a moment, everything else you’ve done to try and help yourself clearly wasn’t helping so you agreed, and the next day Yelena took you a rage room. 

“Here’s protective eyewear and a helmet for protection” the receptionist smiled handing you the protective gear. Once you and Yelena put on the protective gear you were both shown to two separate rooms. “You guys can have a room each or share, completely up to you. Everything is set up, have a blast” the young woman smiled. “Thank you” you replied as she walked away. 

“What do you want to do? Share or separate?” Yelena turned to you. Shrugging with a pout, “whatever you like” you replied. “Honestly, I want to see you smash shit up so let’s just share” she smirked before opening the door. 

The room was filled with breakable things like glass bottles, old kitchen appliances, old televisions, and some random statues. The walls were covered with random pictures that were spray painted and the floor had evidence of past customers letting out their rage. 

“Go on, what are you waiting for?” Yelena handed you a sledgehammer with a long handle. You couldn’t help but give her a smile, taking the hammer from her and walking up to a flat screen television. “I just hit it?” you asked just to make sure. 

“Y/n, we’re not leaving until this room is covered with shattered glass and plastic” Yelena replied. 

With that, you took your first swing at the television causing a large shatter to the black screen. You swung again, quickly finding the fun in the activity. 

“Is that all you’ve got? Come on, give it a good hit!” Yelena encouraged as she took back and watched. 

“I am!” you looked at her over your shoulder. “Let everything out here. Everything that’s made you worried, stressed, pissed off, whatever, let it out here. You can be as loud as you need” Yelena explained.

With all the thoughts and things that have made the past few days terrible you finally let all that built up tension and emotions out. Smashing everything in sight, screaming at the item before swinging, cursing at anything that got in your way. 

After a while, the room was almost covered with broken glass shards and what not. “That’s better” Yelena chuckled as you wiped the dripping sweat from your forehead, “feel better yet?” she asked. Your cheeks were red and warm as you nodded, “heaps!” you smiled. 

Yelena returned the smile, “whenever you feel like your run down again let’s just come here and let it out, yeah?” 

You nodded, “I like that and thanks Lena, for you know, I know you don’t like being praised but it means a lot that you look out for me” 

“You’d do the same for me” she brushed off your comment, “wanna give the other room a hit?” 

“Sure!”

To Kate it was no secret that you’d been crushing on Yelena for some time now, but you understood how she closed off she was to the idea of relationships. Every time the two of you spent one-on-one time together you felt your feelings grow bigger for her and so did the frustration of being too scared to tell her how you felt. Yes, you’ve had a few bad days but you’ve only being overworking yourself to try and get Yelena off your mind and yet here you were, at a rage room with the woman you’ve fallen for and she doesn’t even know. 

“Wait…Lena...” your lips had a mind of their own, Yelena turned back around “Yeah?” she smiled softly. Your heart started racing, you felt like you were sweating more than you originally were, your eyes searched hers for a reason to stop yourself, but you found nothing but nervous, butterflies in your stomach rising. “Y/n, are you okay?” Yelena tried snaping you out of your thoughts. You didn’t reply, too lost in her green eyes to even notice her lips were moving. If Kate was here, she would’ve given you a light elbow to the arm to snap you out of your trance. 

“Okay…I’ll just meet you in the other room” Yelena turned back around, taking a few steps away from you. 

“I… I think” you stuttered catching Yelena’s attention again as she turned back to face you, her face covered with concern, “I think I’m in love with you” the words fell from your lips leaving you in shock at what you’d just said. Yelena looked almost as shocked as you did, her eyes falling to your feet quickly. 

“Lena…I’m s-sorry, I didn’t mean to blurb that like that… j-just forget I said anything” you stuttered once again in a panic, “I’m just going to go…I’m sorry” you added quickly before Yelena could say a word. Dropping the hammer to the floor and removing the protective Yelena stopped you, gently grabbing a hold of your right arm. “Do you mean it?” she asked, now her eyes searched yours for an answer. 

You nodded lightly, a soft “yes” confirmed her question. A smile tugged at her lips as she released you from her grip, “Then why would you leave?” she asked. 

“I… I thought you’d…I got embarrassed” you admitted. 

“I like you too” Yelena took off her helmet.

“You do?”  

She nodded, “I just thought you were into Kate, so I never said anything” 

“Kate knows how I feel about you” you replied causing both of you to chuckle lightly before silence filled the messy room “Sooo…” you looked up at her. 

“Ca-can I” Yelena stopped herself and took a deep breath, “can I take you to dinner tonight? If you want…” she smiled nervously. 

Your heart felt like it was jumping out of your chest, “yeah, I’d like that” you gave her a warm smile. The both of you looked at each other like two young teenagers in love, both filled with butterflies and thoughts ran with nerves that only added to the excitement of finally going on a date. 

“Screw it, do you want to get lunch now instead?” Yelena spoke up, you quickly nodded, “please! I’m starving” you replied. 

[valiantmugcowboyscissors]

Bruno the Big Bitch

Part 1 of Used to This (Masterlist)

Summary: Y/N hunts people. Catches people. Kills people. But it's okay because they're bad and Y/N likes the money. Fun fact, Y/N is faster than other humans. Not super fast, but fast enough to knock a knife out of your hand before you even see it coming. They work alone. They like pizza. They swear a lot. They're also a bit sad, but what's not to love about them? Oh, and the Avengers need their help.

Warnings: Mentions of drugs, guy creeps on teenage girl, reader should probably go to therapy, violence.

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You hated England. I mean, who didn't? It had shit weather constantly and when it improved, it ended up being too hot. Your ice cream would melt too quickly and the electric bill from the fans skyrocketed. When it was cold, however, all you needed was a few blankets, a bug killer spray, and someone to hold you. Not that you had anyone to hold you. Not for a long time.

But you were fine with that. Mostly. It's not like anyone would want to hold you anyway. It's not like you had anyone to hold you. But right now, that didn't matter.

What did matter was the guy you were waiting for to come out of the little corner shop. The rain that was hammering down on your car made it hard to see, and part of you wanted to roll down the window to help you see better but that was stupid. You couldn't afford to be stupid... literally couldn't afford it. The pay for bringing this guy in was huge, and there was no way in hell you were going to lose him. A big plus was that this guy was an absolute bitch. He found joy in harassing girls and selling drugs to underage kids. You probably would've caught him even if you got no money out of it.

After what felt like hours, but was really 20 minutes, someone emerged from the shop. Brown messy hair, mustache with some stubble along his jaw, hands in his front hoodie pockets and looking around suspiciously. Yeah, that was him. Bruno. 32 years old.

Pulling your hood over your head, you opened the car door about to follow him. Rolling your eyes at the fact that you should have brought a coat, you started walking on the street opposite him, just behind enough that he wouldn't see you. About 30 seconds later, he moved into a narrow alleyway where you saw a girl that looked roughly 15-16 years old. She looked squirmy and small, and you felt bad about whatever was going to happen. He was either selling drugs or about to do something worse. Or both. You crossed the road and hid up against the wall next to the alleyway entrance. You were totally gonna fuck him up, you just needed to wait to see what he was going to do first.

"You never told me how much it costs, so I brought 100 quid just in case."

You almost shook your head at the girl's words. Unfortunately, this was something that happened a lot in your line of work. Vulnerable young girls that got taken advantage of. Whatever he was selling definitely didn't cost £100, but you knew Bruno was going to use her cluelessness.

"Huh, let me guess, that's daddy's money?" You heard him chuckle. "Well, instead of angering dear old daddy, I can think of other ways you can pay me."

Oh, fuck no. Absolutely not. Time to step in.

"Like what-" the girl was cut off when you stepped into the alley and made yourself known.

"Hey, back the fuck away from her. Now."

"Who the fuck are you?" Bruno the Big Bitch snarled. You took a couple steps forward until he moved his hand so it hovered over his pocket. Did he have a gun? A knife? It didn't matter, you would still kick his ass.

"Someone who would kill you if you even think of touching her." The teen girl looked at you with wide eyes, but you couldn't tell what she was thinking. Probably surprised a complete stranger just walked into the area to confront BBB (Bruno the Big Bitch).

"You? Kill me? Fuck off slag, this is none of your business," It was only now that you noticed he had a bit of an Italian accent poking through. Was he putting on a English accent or was he just both? Eh, who cares. You wanted to beat him up now.

"Hey, girl, I suggest you go back home and spend that money on something nicer. Plus, you're not going to want to see this." You said to her as you started walking over to BBB. Luckily, she took your advice and speed walked off the other way, stumbling a bit out of nervousness.

Bruno pulled out a knife and glared at you. Is it bad you were hoping it was a gun? You didn't know how it could be considering England had good gun laws, but guns were always more exciting. It gave you more of a thrill knowing you could be shot in the head once and that would be it. The end. Damn, maybe your old friend was right about you needing therapy. But that was a problem for another day, (one that was definitely going to be ignored for the rest of your life, however short that'll be). You appreciated knives too though. They were quick and most of the time one slice across the neck can kill you.

BBB got into a defensive stance and smiled. He moved back and forth slightly, looking like a boxer before a fight. Stupid Bruno. His stupid confident face. He had no idea what was coming for him.

Once you were close enough, you knocked the knife out of his hand with tremendous speed and kneed him in the bollocks. As he hunched over and groaned, you sighed like this was another boring casual occurrence and grabbed him by the back of his head, slamming his face into your knee. You heard the breaking of his nose and the pained noise he made, so you smiled.

"Stop, fuck, please stop! I'm sorry, okay? Is that what you want to hear? I'm fucki-" Bruno didn't get to finish his sentence when you slammed his face on your knee again. You didn't bother to catch him when he crumbled to the ground, completely knocked out. You made a noise of satisfaction, but really you wished he wasn't so weak. These fights were always boring and were over in seconds thanks to your inhuman speed. You didn't have super speed, but you were faster than normal people. Sometimes it came in handy, but if you ran fast for over exactly 1 minute and 42 seconds, you'd throw up blood. It was not fun. You preferred to walk anyway. It was a lot less tiring.

Unfortunately, you did not have any extra strength. Carrying BBB to your car was a struggle, especially when you were on the lookout for anyone who would call the police. Fortunately there was no one around. God, you needed to work out more.

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Finally, you were home. Back in your little apartment that definitely needed decorating. After dropping off BBB in some creepy closed building where men in suits took him and gave you a slight nod before handing you your payment, you decided to get pizza. Yeah, with all that money you now had, you could've went to some fancy, luxury restaurant, but you were in a pizza mood. Pizza over food with fancy names you couldn't pronounce, any day.

Dropping your apartment keys on the side table, you rubbed your neck with your hand that wasn't carrying the pizza box. How much did massages cost? You wouldn't like to be so vulnerable, but maybe once wouldn't hurt. Or maybe it would and then it would be a waste of money. Can you get refunds? Your thoughts were cut off when you heard shuffling come from your living room. You paused. You lived on your own and no one else but you had a key. Maybe a cat got in through the balcony somehow? But the doors were locked, you knew that because you double checked every time you went out. So someone must have broke in. Fucking asshole, you were really looking forward to munching on that pizza and now they had to ruin it.

As quietly as you could, you placed the pizza box on the floor. Sure, you wanted to keep your life, but you weren't going to sacrifice your food.

"I know you're out there, Y/N. You're not very good at being stealthy."

Oh, you have got to be kidding. Natasha fucking Romanoff. You haven't seen her in ages, and you wish it was kept that way. You would've preferred her to be some psycho robber. When you walked into your living room, of course she sat there on your armchair, arms resting on the sides, legs crossed and that damn signature smirk you used to love but had grown to hate.

"What the fuck are you doing here?"

"Hello to you too, I need your help," she started, her voice raspy and you hated how it brought back memories you wished you could forget. "Well, more like we need help."

You hated her but dammit if you weren't curious.

"Who's we? And how the fuck did you get in?"

"The Avengers. And don't ask dumb questions."

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Hoping I can make the next chapters longer 🤞

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

original idea, m | kth

pairing(s): taehyung x reader

summary: Your boyfriend, Kim Taehyung, is observant. He noticed you started your period today and picked up your favorite can of sweet Thai tea on his way back from visiting his best friend Park Jimin. How nice of him until he asks you mid-gulp if he can go in raw.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; unprotected period sex, do not do this unless you absolutely trust the other person; established relationship; low-key crack; lots of fluff; shower smut (fem reader is on her period, handjob, unprotected, wall sex, creampie, doggy); non-idol!BTS, ft Jimin putting ideas in Taehyung's head, who would have guessed

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“You started your period today.”

You cracked open the can of Thai tea you boyfriend handed you. “Yeah, how’d you know?”

“I saw the pad wrapper in the trash.”

“Oh.”

You took a large sip, thinking the conversation was over.

“Does that mean I can go in raw?”

You nearly spit out the entire contents of your mouth. Instead, you choked and swallowed hard, coughing and sputtering. “What?”

Kim Taehyung expression didn’t change. “Does that mean I can go in–?”

You held up your hand, coughing wildly, hacking the words out. “I heard what you said, I just can’t believe you said it, who the fuck?”

Taehyung seemed to understand and nodded, dark brown hair falling over his forehead.

“Oh, right. I was talking to Jimin and he mentioned–”

Oh, of course, how could you not guess, Taehyung’s best friend Park Jimin was putting ideas in Taehyungie’s little noggin and now murdering you as you struggled to breathe.

“–that it could be possible, because you’re right, it’s too early to have kids and having a monetary plan to prepare is a better idea–”

You were glad that Taehyung was interested in finances when it came to having children but he sure picked a weird ass time to agree with your sensibilities.

“–but I love having sex with you, so I was telling Jimin I haven’t been in raw yet and I completely understand that you prefer condoms over hormones since that might affect your mental state and I don’t like the idea of only you doing something like that to yourself anyway, it doesn’t seem fair–”

You were still processing the fact that Taehyung had told Jimin he hadn’t been in raw. What the fuck?! At least he loved having sex with you. You were staring at Taehyung slack-jawed, but he was scrunching up his face, trying to remember the rest of the conversation.

“–and Jimin mentioned, ‘hey, at least you can do it when she’s on her period, it’ll add more lubrication and it might even be better for her,’ so I was wondering if we could try it, if you’re interested.”

Silence.

You still hadn’t picked your jaw off the floor.

Taehyung opened his eyes and smiled at you. “Hm? What do you think?”

Okay, you very much enjoyed Taehyung’s eager, boxy smile, so that unfroze you, but you still blurted out your next question in sheer shock.

“Why did you tell Jimin you’ve never been in raw?!”

He blinked, tilting his head. “It just came up.”

You looked around, expecting Jimin to pop out and tell you you’ve been pranked. He did not.

“…. H-How…? Actually, don’t tell me, I’m going choose ignorance…” you mumbled, now taking another long sip of your Thai tea, but more like a swig and wishing it was forty-percent alcohol.

“But what do you think though?” Taehyung persisted, leaning down with his tilted head to try and catch your eye. “Do you wanna try? It might be nice!”

You looked down.

Someone was thinking about it for sure.

You looked back up.

Taehyung smiled at you innocently with a massive tent in his pants.

You stared into those big brown eyes and sighed.

“Ah… probably not. It’s going to be so messy and dirty and cleaning up is going to be such a bitch… I’m sorry, Tae, but I don’t think…”

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“So…”

You stood under the showerhead, your hair wet and sticking to your forehead.

“So.”

Hey, in your defense, you were also curious.

Taehyung chewed on his lip, watching you inquiringly. “Hey, we don’t have to. I was being kinda pushy… but…”

You scratched your head, moving your wet hair out of your eyes. “Ah, it’s okay, I understand, I just… it feels wrong, you know? Aren’t you grossed out?”

He rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “Mmm, at first? But the more I think about it, the more I think, well, isn’t it natural? And you have to deal with it every month for many, many years, right? Plus, when we have children, they’re going to come out of you slightly, erm…” He made a little bit of a face but shook his head, spraying water everywhere from his dark wet hair. “Anyway, it’s not too bad. We’re in the shower. You like it when we do stuff in the shower,” Taehyung added brightly.

You contained your laughter, giving him a hopeless smile. “Why are you acting so weird?”

Now Taehyung turned red, his deep tan skin flushing, eyes shifting from side to side. “Um…”

You tilted your head.

He shot you a quick glance and mumbled under his breath.

“Idon’tknowhowlongI’mgonnalastIalreadydon’tlastthatlong.”

“What?”

He chewed on his lip.

“Nothing.”

“Oh.”

You reached up and pushed your hair back, swimsuit-supermodel style, and now Taehyung was doing more than glancing, he was observing very closely and very intently under wet strands of dark brown hair, curling around his strong features and moody brown eyes, his lips parting slightly, probably unnoticed on his part.

Looking like a fish wasn’t exactly an image Taehyung himself considered sexy.

Secretly, you enjoyed it because it meant he wasn’t conscious of what he looked like and was too distracted by your actions and your body to do so.

You smiled. “Why were you talking to Jimin about something like that anyway?”

Taehyung stiffened as you neared, biting his lip. “Ah, well…” He frowned slightly. “You’re so good at certain… things… It’s kind of frustrating for me… sometimes. I want to be better.”

Now you hesitated. “What are you talking about? Haven’t I taught you a lot of things? And you learn quickly and are amazing once you get the hang of it.”

His lips twisted into a small pout.

“For once, I’d like to teach you something.” He let out a small puff. “Or at least suggest something you’ve never heard of before.”

You blinked at him.

“Er… going in raw isn’t exactly a new concept… rather… that’s the original idea of dick and pussy in the first place…”

Taehyung scrunched up his face. “I know that, argh… I just mean… ah…” He trailed off, baritone voice now unsure and unsteady.

You saw he was rapidly losing confidence and you placed a hand on his chin, lightly lifting it with your knuckle. “Hey, no, I didn’t mean it like that. I want to try it. I just thought you wouldn’t like it, because… I mean… Period blood isn’t sexy per se… And I’m certainly not sexy during that time of the month…” You frowned uneasily, lowering your hand, but now Taehyung raised your chin, smiling at you.

“Don’t be silly. You’re always sexy.”

He leaned in, smile morphing into a smirk.

“Also, your boobs get bigger during that time of month, so I always appreciate that.”

Your eyes widened. “You noticed?”

Taehyung raised an eyebrow. “Of course, I noticed. I keep close tabs on your boobs.”

“Close tabs? Do you record the size in a notebook or something?”

He chuckled, tapping his temple with his free hand, the other sliding down your chin, tracing the contours of your neck and collarbones. “Mental notes. I remember all the important stuff. Your boobs are on the top of the list.”

Your cut in with your inquiring quips. “My ass? My mouth? My hands? My pussy?”

Taehyung frowned slightly and placed his large hand on your breast, kneading it as if he needed comfort. “Okay, near the top, but don’t make me order them, it’s too difficult.”

You grinned. “That makes me feel better.”

He breathed out in relief. “Whew, that’s good–mphf!”

You seized the moment and pushed him into the wall, pressing your wet body into his, your tongue snaking out and lightly flicking against his lips, taking advantage of his surprise and the beauty of his widened eyes to kiss him firmly, falling into his warmth. It took him a second to compose himself, tipping his head down to take charge of the kiss, squeezing your breast and running his thumb over your hard nipple, but you placed your palms flat on the shower wall and resisted him, dancing your tongue between his lips and not letting him catch it, smirking at the growl he made in frustration.

“We were having a moment,” he muttered.

“Mmm, I know, but I want my moment with him.”

Your fingers ghosted his thigh and he sucked in a breath as your hand closed around his cock, not quite hard yet but getting there, especially after your hand came into contact with it. You feathered kisses on his lips as you stroked his length, nice and slow, his other hand coming up to cup both breasts, panting softly, hot breath on your lips.

“You’re too quick…”

“Can’t waste too much water,” you chuckled. “And…”

You kissed up his jaw, adjusting your body to get a better angle, licking his skin lightly and feeling the vibration and depth of his moan under your tongue and lips, whispering gently into his ear.

“It’s kind of hard to focus when you’re so handsome, Tae.”

He let you have the moment, tipping his head down so your teeth could catch his ear, nipping at it lightly, contrasting with the pace of your hand, firm and intense, shivering at the thickness and the weight in your palm, savoring the taste of his skin, moaning into his ear, long and sensual, everything he liked and more, his head turning, black-brown eyes looking down at you under lashes covered in small droplets, adding to his already ethereal appearance.

“Let me…”

He leaned in, not finishing his sentence, kissing you long and deep and sweet, changing your positions, but you didn’t let go, toying with his tongue. He made a small tch sound of annoyance, shifting his hips, picking up one of your legs.

“Ah, w-wait…”

“Why?” he chuckled. “You don’t wanna wait. I can tell.”

You tried to hide the smirk, but it came out.

Smugness just refused to be hidden.

Taehyung grinned against your lips. “Thought so.”

Your hand was already guiding him. “This isn’t going to be the optimal position for you to cum.”

“Good.”

You raised an eyebrow and he thrust up into your pussy.

You sucked in a breath, relaxing yet still stretched out. It did hurt slightly. Taehyung was sizable after all, in length and girth, but you had practice and muscle memory, and maybe (definitely) a pain kink.

What? It was fun getting stuffed with dick.

Especially when it was Taehyung’s dick.

You? You were fine.

Taehyung?

“Oh, fuck…!”

Er, maybe not?

He had such a cocky expression beforehand but the second he entered you, it instantly changed, sudden tension in his strong features, gasping as he slid in, surprisingly much easier than you expected, perhaps due to the consistency of the slippery blood, almost stopping halfway, but you didn’t let him, firmly grabbing his hips and yanking him towards you, his eyes rolling back, whining your name loudly, the volume and depth reverberating in the bathroom.

“You’re so t-tight… fuck… soft… oh, shit…”

You let him run through every expletive he knew, holding him firmly by his juicy ass, enjoying it too much, but thankfully Taehyung didn’t notice, eyes closed, head thrown back, dark wet hair curling around his cheekbones. He reached up and pushed it away from his face, exhaling hard, slowly opening his eyes, hazy and unfocused.

“Fuck… it feels so fucking good, you have no idea…” he shuddered, twitching inside you and moaning once more, body shaking so he had to plant his hands on the walls of the shower, volume increasing as you pulsed your muscles around his length. There was slight pain from cramps, but not from his cock, and you could ignore the dull ache and focus on the pleasure, slowly moving your hips and biting your lip, feeling the added slickness of your juices mixing with the blood.

You often cursed your period’s arrival, but maybe it was time to reconsider.

Always good to find the silver lining in things.

“Taehyung…”

You rolled your hips and he gasped, thrusting back lightly.

“Don’t wanna hurt you,” he panted, swallowing hard. “Shit, it feels so fucking good, I can’t t-think…”

“I’ll tell you if it hurts,” you managed to say, pressing your hands into his ass and angling yourself to take him deeper, shoulder blades and head touching the shower wall, sighing in satisfaction.

“Alright, I’m gonna…”

He clenched his jaw, faster, harder, one hand coming down to grab a handful of your ass, you wrapping a leg around his and meeting him in the middle, increasing the depth of each thrust, both of you gasping at the tightness and the wetness, the messy slap and squelch echoing in the bathroom, water raining down on his broad back and spraying onto your chest, clenching around him so he could feel more, his eyelids fluttering, biting his lower lip, tendons on his neck popping out, and you realized he was trying not to cum, trying to hold back, so you gave his stiff length a particularly firm squeeze and Taehyung groaned, barely able to shoot you an incredulous look.

You grinned.

“I’m gonna cum, fuck!”

You felt it, his cock twitching and spilling into you, eyes widening at the sensation, not quite as strong as porn seemed to make it, but noticeable for sure, pushing out your juices in a rough sputter, loud and obscene, flinching as Taehyung’s hand quickly moved down, rubbing your clit, making you squirm and twist of his cock, almost falling off but he kept his other hand on your ass, digging his nails into the softness, holding you in place.

“Come on, come on, come on–”

It didn’t take much, you were already turned on by the fucking and then the sensation of being filled up, and you cried out, trying not to move your hips, the high peaking.

“Tae, fuck!”

Hot shivers and burning electricity tearing through your veins, jerking your hips forward and tightening around his cock, harsh throbs racking your body you came, pussy squeezing so hard that you felt his cock stiffen again, swelling and growing inside you as your orgasm roughly roused him back to life, both of you moaning at the sensation, feeling his cum and yours drip down your thigh, hearing it plop thickly onto the bathtub below and wash away, stunning both you and him at the lewd noise.

“Whoa…”

You panted hard, letting out a tense puff as he slid out of you.

“That felt… so fucking good…”

You thought for a moment, catching your breath. The pain your felt was only from cramps, although it seemed to be less now. Was that the ibuprofen? Or the euphoria of orgasm? You paused on consider the differences, chewing on your lip thoughtfully.

“I think for me it’s about the same? You feel very similar with and without a condom.”

Taehyung shook his head. “Not for me, you feel way better, I don’t know how I can go back, the condom is seriously a nerf…” he mumbled.

You shifted your eyes. “You didn’t last… the longest.”

His ears turned red.

“W… Well…”

“My pussy is pretty overpowered, maybe she needs the nerf.”

He sighed, frowning. “True… I still stand by the fact that it physically feels better, but more time to enjoy does even it out…”

You tapped your fist in your other palm. “Oh! Let’s do it from behind.”

He blinked. “Eh?”

But you were already turning around, Taehyung stumbling back, pushing the showerhead out of the way and pointing it towards the wall so he didn’t drown, audibly gasping as you bent over and presented your ass, hands spreading open your pussy with one fluid motion. You turned your head back and grinned.

“Yes?”

“Oh, fuck, yes.”

You felt him position the head against your opening and he pushed in, slow, steady, both you of moaning at the feeling, centimeter by centimeter, this position tighter, more heavenly, giving you added control over your muscles so you could pulsate around him. He inhaled sharply, gripping your hips and forcefully pushing in the rest of the way, bottoming out, balls smacking your clit.

“Stop t-that, fuck…”

You let go of your ass and placed one hand on the edge of the bathtub and the other on the wall.

Then you rocked your hips back.

“Ah, yes, Tae…”

“Are you trying to kill me? Oh, shit!”

You continued and Taehyung had no choice, fiercely grabbing your hips to try and get you to stop, but you were undeterred, so he had to ram his cock into you, exactly what you wanted, the sudden sensation of the head hitting you deeply rendering your speechless, and he had no time to gloat, too driven by lust and pleasure to taunt you even if he wanted to.

“A-ah, it’s good like this too, oh, fuuuck, yes, you always feel so fucking tight…”

He had a good rhythm and pace like this, deep, controlled, fast, making sure to give you the powerful thrusts you liked, loud, audible smacks of hips to ass, rough and wet, and you knew you had his cum inside you now along with yours and the added slickness of your period, and, sure, maybe someone found it gross, but in this second (and lucky all subsequent seconds involving this very behavior that would certainly continue at least once a month) you nor Taehyung gave a single fucking shit, pleasure flaring up your core, the dull ache of cramps forgotten, completely focused on the feeling of his cock entering you over and over, your hand on the wall curling into a fist, hitched breaths and flinching shivers taking over, clenching around him, oh fuck, his rock-hard, thick length plunging into your tight, wet hole, too much, so good, your thighs tensing from the overwhelming proximity of release.

“Taehyung, oh, fuck, you’re so good at f-fucking me…”

You could tell he wasn’t talking on purpose, probably clenching his jaw to last as long as possible, but he wasn’t going to last much longer because you smacked your palm into the tile wall, gasping his name loudly, shot into free-fall.

“Gonna cum, fuck!”

That was all the warning he got as your walls spasmed, brutally massaging his cock and he hissed your name, turning into a half-moan, half-whine as he yanked your hips down and slammed into your pussy, fully sheathing himself all the way up to his balls, his cock jolting and spilling his orgasm into you, his hands on your ass shaking so bad they seemed to be vibrating, gripping tighter and tighter, rolling his hips inside you and moaning, prolonging the euphoric feeling.

“S-So good… ah, yeeeeeees…”

It took him a while to still, breathing loud and hard, holding you in the bent over position, the additional time getting slightly awkward, but you waited it out, his grip finally loosening, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you up, your pussy too wet and his cock giving up, sliding out, a mess of juices splattering out of you.

Good thing you were in the shower. Easy to clean up.

“It’s… too good…” Taehyung huffed, broad shoulder leaning against the wall to hold himself up, still clinging onto you. “Your pussy does need a nerf, but, fuck, I’m still gonna think about it all the time…”

“Good thing for you that my period lasts at least five days.”

Taehyung looked up to the sky and whispered his gratitude.

“I know you kind of hate it, but I’m still going to thank them.”

“Maybe I have a reason to hate it a little less now. It’s still inconvenient.”

“Yeah, but going in raw…”

Mmm, yeah, that still sounded weird. Oh well.

“You’re not going to tell Jimin, right?”

-

“You let him go in raw?!”

“Taehyung!”

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[makeste]

BnHA 323: “I Don’t Know How to Explain to You That You Should Care About Other People”

Previously on BnHA: Kacchan was all, “Izuku, I’m sorry.” Bakugou Stans were all, “[sobs for a week straight and tearfully awards him the Nobel Prize for character development].” Deku was all, “[faints in Kacchan’s arms].” Iida was all, “[trying to decide if Ochako genuinely tried to kill him a few minutes ago].” Horikoshi was all, “NO TIME FOR HUGS WE MUST GET BACK TO UA.” The civilians holed up at U.A. were all, “WE TOOK A VOTE AND DECIDED THAT WE’RE ALL GOING TO BE JERKS ABOUT THIS AND MAKE A BIG FUSS ABOUT YOU LETTING DEKU BACK INTO THE SCHOOL.” Deku was all “[stands there looking like he expected nothing less and breaking my heart more and more with each passing moment].” Ochako was all, “that does it, looks like I’m gonna have to do something about this... next chapter, that is.”

Today on BnHA: Flashback!Rat Principal is all “I just want you all to know that I spent nine million dollars turning U.A. into a giant Battleship-style grid that can burrow underground and zoom around in a giant subway maze because Horikoshi lacks a grounded understanding of both civil engineering and economics.” Back in the present day, Jeanist is all, “EVERYONE TAKE HEED, MY COMRADES AND I HAVE DEEMED IT EXPEDIENT TO CONVEY THIS AUSPICIOUS YOUTH BACK TO THIS STRONGHOLD. WE ANTICIPATE THAT WE MAY DEPEND UPON YOUR GOODWILL AND ACQUIESCENCE TO THESE TERMS.” The civilians were all, “NO.” Ochako was all, “EMPATHY, MOTHERFUCKERS, DO YOU SPEAK IT?!” The civilians were all, “oh shit.” Anyway so Ochako is a giant badass, but I’m a little worried that she’s going to get struck by lightning. Please come down from there.

so before we start this chapter, I would just like to apologize for having not posted the ch 321 recap yet, and would like to reassure everyone, and especially Iida who is staring at me with Sad Wobbly Guilt Trip Eyes, that I will get to that as soon as I can

OMG FLASHBACK??

yes please Horikoshi please show us more of class 1-A and their Deku intervention strategy jam sessions

oh dear

Iida you are too pure and good for this cruel world. [sprays the U.A. civilians with a water bottle] NO. BAD CIVILIANS! NO OSTRACIZING SCARED AND EXHAUSTED CHILDREN IN THE HOUSE

EXCUSE ME RAT PRINCIPAL WHAT’S WITH THESE MIXED MESSAGES

???

RAT PRINCIPAL: he’s free to return to us at any time!!

ALSO RAT PRINCIPAL: but it’s too risky for him to return to us

?? ??????? ?????????????????????

so now he’s going on about how strong the U.A. Barrier is, and how it’s comparable to the defensive capabilities of Tartarus. this would have sounded a lot more impressive before chapter 297 lol

OH!!!! HELLO, WHAT’S THIS!!!

A TIMELY CALLBACK TO A CERTAIN MYSTERIOUS EVENT WHICH HASN’T BEEN REFERENCED SINCE USJ? [U.A. TRAITOR MUSIC INTENSIFIES]

so now Rat Principal says he upgraded U.A.’s security systems with his own “modifications”, whatever the fuck that means. I mean look, I’ve been saying for a long time now that U.A. is the best place for everyone to hole up, don’t get me wrong. but that was mostly on account of there not being any other practical alternatives. but you’re making it sound like you figured out a way to actually make it Decay-proof or some wild shit like that

-- hold up, DID YOU ADD A FORCE FIELD. DID YOU TRICK THIS SCHOOL OUT WAKANDA-STYLE YOU CRAZY MARSUPIAL. HOLY SHIT. because that would actually be perfect

LMAO

WHAT KIND OF GALAXY BRAIN BULLSHIT. “NAH THERE’S NO NEED FOR A FORCE FIELD, LET’S JUST PUT WHEELS ON IT”

oh okay so the whole campus is basically capable of burrowing itself underground. that’s insane lol I wonder how they pulled that off. probably got poor Cementoss working overtime

blah blah blah so basically the entire campus is split into a grid and each section of the grid is capable of its own independent movement. lol this is just the Merone Base from KHR. you thought no one would notice this casual plagiarism ten years after the fact, but YOU UNDERESTIMATED YOUR AUDIENCE, HORIKOSHI

“joke’s on you imma just lampshade it” WELL ALL RIGHT THEN

“look at me I’m so fucking self-aware” fucking swear to god. I can’t believe this man is my favorite mangaka of all time smdh

“excuse me, I wasn’t finished describing all the rest of this bullshit yet,” Rat Principal breaks in impatiently. “we also added a steel wall all around the underground of the campus that’s 3000 steel plates thick. that’s fifteen fucking meters of solid fucking steel just fyi. and if anyone fucks around with any part of it the defense system will activate immediately! and also all of the plates are independently motorized, whatever the fuck that means!! in conclusion you’re gonna need a fucking tower crane to suspend all of your disbelief by the time I’m through with this paragraph”

“also Shiketsu is almost as reinforced as U.A. but not quite because we still had to make sure we were better.” but of course. and apparently the two schools are connected via a secret tunnel as Hagakure mentioned earlier

LSDKFJLSDKJFLK

“WAIT WHAT” LMAO YOU HEARD HIM, NOW INASA CAN VISIT YOU BOTH IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT AND TELL YOU ALL ABOUT THE WEIRD DREAM HE HAD. GOD BLESS YOU HORIKOSHI

(ETA: moment of appreciation for Shouto and Katsuki having the same thought at the same time and making Knowing Eye Contact and saying the exact same thing out loud in perfect unison like the best friends they are. what a blessed day.)

so Tokoyami is all “but wait if you engineered all this shit all the way back during the Band arc how did you even know that Tomura’s quirk awakening would become a thing, Horikoshi -- uh, I mean, Principal Nezu”

and Rat Principal is all “lol idk”

“basically I just woke up one morning and was all ‘say, you know what this school really needs? a fifteen-meter-thick underground steel wall, and the ability to break up into little pieces that individually zoom around wherever the fuck they want.’ jesus christ. lol if money and common sense were apparently no obstacle why didn’t you just teleport U.A. to the fucking moon or something. maybe I should shut up before I given him any ideas

dsfaelkjldkjgl

you heard it here first, folks, all of this cost a grand total of nine million U.S. dollars. well technically it cost “more than” nine million dollars. never has that distinction been more important lmao. are we sure this barrier was really made of steel and not cardboard? who the hell sold it to them, Ea-Nasir??

this is my favorite manga series of all time. yes I am ashamed

“in conclusion please do your best to reach Deku-kun” SO WHAT WAS ALL THAT NONSENSE ABOUT IT BEING TOO RISKY THEN. anyway thank you for this super informative and edifying flashback, Horikoshi. I will cherish it always. I don’t even want to read another translation of this absurdity lmao, there’s something special about it just the way it is. pretty sure Horikoshi just had a cracked out fever dream one night and transferred it to the pages of the manga verbatim

anyway so back to the unruly mob

not their finest moment. please excuse me while I cover poor Deku’s ears and give him a good shoosh pap

oh wow the parents are out here too

is Mitsuki trying to hold Inko back?? that’s the last thing this fandom needs right now is more Mitsuki discourse fffwlkjs. and even Jiroudad, scientifically proven to be the best dad in all of BnHA, is just standing there silently looking vaguely unhappy. way to rise to the moment you guys

MONOMA

so this settles it for me that Aizawa is not at UA. I know a lot of people have been wondering about his whereabouts, and if I had to wager a guess it would be that something happened with Shirakumo/Kurogiri. I can’t think of anything else -- even the loss of an eye and a limb -- that would keep him from his kids at a time like this

anyway but this is excellent Monoma content right here though. I love that he apparently adopted Eri after a single interaction with her. also WHERE IS SHINSOU DAMMIT. THE PEOPLE NEED TO KNOW

and Kouta’s there too looking like he wants to run over to Deku but Ragdoll won’t let him :/

it’s gotta be pretty upsetting for him to see his hero like this and not having anyone stand up for him. [taps megaphone] IS THIS THING ON. OKAY YEAH IT SEEMS TO BE WORKING. AHEM. PAGING URARAKA OCHAKO. GONNA NEED YOU TO GET OVER HERE ALREADY AND MAKE THAT BIG DRAMATIC SPEECH WHICH YOU ARE CLEARLY DYING TO MAKE. IF YOU DON’T DO IT SOON I’M GONNA HAVE TO STEP IN, AND YOU REALLY DON’T WANT ME TO DO THAT SINCE MY SPEECH WILL NOT BE VERY GOOD OR INSPIRING, AND WILL PROBABLY JUST CONSIST OF “HELLO, YOU ARE ALL STUPID, PLEASE SHUT UP AND GO AWAY”

so now Mic is telling them to calm down. at least someone’s speaking up here, geez

OH MY GOD

MY MAN JEANIST OUT HERE DOING WHAT HE DOES BEST: MAKING EVERYONE FEEL GUILTY AND JUDGED

OH MY GOD HE IS GIVING SUCH A LONG AND BORING SPEECH LMAO IS YOUR STRATEGY TO PUT THEM ALL TO SLEEP OR WHAT

truly in awe of this man’s ability to take messages which could easily be conveyed in ELI5-speak, and stubbornly convert them into incomprehensible language the likes of which you need a graduate degree in order to understand

“hey guys, so originally our plan was to use Deku as bait for the villains, but that didn’t really work and also we realized it was kinda dumb and was probably gonna get him killed, so we brought him back here instead.” was that really so hard, Jeanist. also are we all really just gonna sit back here and watch Jeanist take full credit for Bakugou’s plan just like that lmao

(ETA:

WHERE DID ENDEAVOR GO AND WHO IS THIS DIABOLICAL MASTER OF DISGUISE. lol I genuinely didn’t notice this because I was too busy digging through thesauruses trying to rewrite Jeanist’s speech; many thanks to @class1akids​ for pointing it out and making my day immeasurably better. take it easy there Dick Tracy.)

“anyway so please stop being dicks and let him fucking rest so he can save all your ungrateful asses” what an impassioned and inspiring plea. time to see if the masses will listen to reason

narrator: they did not listen to reason

oh my god finally Ochako is doing something. YEAH OCHAKO WOOOO SHOW THEM HOW IT’S DONE

hmm

this entire chapter is truly and utterly nonsensical to me lol

(ETA: on my second readthrough I’m fucking dying at how she stole the megaphone right out of Mic’s hand lmao. and how Kacchan is all “fuck yeah nothing I appreciate more than some quality fucking larceny.”)

oh I see she was jumping on top of the main building so as to scream down at them all more impressively

“ANYWAY DEKU IS PRETTY COOL ACTUALLY, YOU GUYS ARE JUST MEAN” couldn’t have said it better myself Ochako

lol uh

gotta say I did not have “Ochako reveals the secret of OFA to the entire U.A. Citizen Clown Parade” on my bingo card for this week. it’s a bold strategy cotton let’s see if it pays off

SDLFKJSL

“NO, SERIOUSLY, HAVE YOU LOOKED AT HIM YOU GUYS. YOU THINK HE LIKES RUNNING AROUND DRESSED LIKE A RUSTED OIL DRUM?? HE DID THAT FOR YOU YOU UNGRATEFUL SLOBS”

so she is basically explaining the entire Deku Angst arc to them and explaining what a good and selfless protagonist Deku is, YES, PREACH

OMG IT’S THE GIGANTIC FOX LADY

not to insinuate anything, but what exactly were you doing standing out here with the hysterical mob, Gigantic Fox Lady? you’re better than that

-- KACCHAN SIGHTING!!

sdlkfjl. thanks for weighing in with that helpful and important observation. where have you been for the last five minutes. were you asleep. was it Jeanist’s speech

never mind, now he’s yelling at the civilians so I instantly forgive him

THE FUTURE NUMBER ONE HERO, EVERYONE. THANK YOU, THANK YOU. HE’LL BE HERE ALL WEEK

“anyway so I’m just going to end the chapter here” lmao seventeen pages truly do go by so fast. at least he didn’t try to force in a cliffhanger at the end this time. dare I say, growth

so I guess the civilians are either gonna have a Kamino and/or Fukuoka-esque moment where they remember how to be decent people and apologize to this poor young man, or else they’ll remain unpersuaded, and so Kacchan will have to knock a few of their heads around until they become more inclined to be reasonable. either option is fine by me lol

[ashiemochi]

pussidon - ACT II | xi

✠ Pussidon ↳ sounds like trouble ↳↳ can we eat it? ➶ pairing: OC x Leon S(exy) Kennedy. ➶ genre: fluff, angst, gore, smut/suggestive themes ➶ word count: no

NOTE: ✠ = time skip ✠✠ = switching povs/characters

prev -> next

“You don’t suppose that thing can fly a plane, do you?”

“Oh, god damn it.”

✠

“Oh, a gun!” So Ah exclaimed to herself, picking up the Lightning Hawk next to the corpse of one of the two pilots, not looking over at the screeching Lepotica chasing around Leon and Helena. 

It was near comical. 

“Ooo, pretty design too. Leon would love this.” So Ah inspected the magnum gun closely.

Then the creature smacked Helena who consequently landed on Leon at the force, both of them emitting a grunt. So Ah seemed to have snapped at Leon’s pained sound and looked over only to see the Lepotica giggling and coming towards her. 

‘Hey, wanna hear a funny joke where you die?!’

So Ah hurriedly aimed and shot, the powerful recoil jolting her to fall on her lower back with a yelp but luckily, the bullet hit the monster who screeched once more before jumping up to the vents above. 

‘Not cool… :(’

“Damn it, it got away.” Helena groaned and rolled to the ground, rubbing her side in irritation and Leon got onto his feet, rushing to So Ah who was already getting up. 

She immediately offered him the gun, her other hand rubbing her lower back, “You can have it.” 

Leon took it, chuckling at her annoyed reaction then put it into his empty holster, pecking her forehead a quick kiss before rushing to the beeping monitor.

“Thanks for the gift, sweetheart.”

✠

As soon as Hunnigan informed them that something was wrong at the pressure bulkhead, the trio began rushing over there. Helena tried to calm down the bystanders, seeing some of them were passed out.

Probably from the stress.

Having reached the pressure room, So Ah noticed one of the pipes was breathing out hot steam.

“So Ah, give me a hand with this.” Leon gestured to the big red wheel and she nodded, following him as Helena nabbed the first aid spray she found. 

“Got it.” So Ah affirmed, setting her Matilda into her holster to grab the wheel, grunting as she and Leon began turning it. 

Speaking of weapons, ever since this whole night started, they have found collectively four guns. A shotgun in town which Helena took, a sniper rifle which So Ah instantly swiped before any of them could bat an eye, an assault rifle that Leon took and finally, the magnum gun – which he also took. 

He does let her borrow the rifle at times when she’d be running low on ammo; besides, she was mostly at a distance with her sniper because she was unbelievably good at what she does. 

“I think we made it in time.” So Ah said, rolling her shoulders when they managed to turn off the steam.

But since her luck had other plans, the vent dropped to the floor, followed by the Lepotica from before, giggling once again. Seriously, was it constantly thinking of some joke in its ugly head or what?

It reeled its body back, the holes in its body pulsating before beginning to release the same fog, all whilst it was snickering. The dirty blue fog was slowly filling up the room, some rising through the vents and So Ah had a little hunch that maybe, just maybe, the fog was spreading throughout the rest of the plane.

‘I swear you’re missing out on this big funny joke where you die!’

“Shit! It’s leaking that same gas!” Leon shouted, tugging So Ah back from the closing-in fog and pressing the back of his hand against his nose.

“We have to get rid of it!” Helena shouted back, taking out her gun to shoot the Lepotica but each bullet just brought out more of the fog.

 

So Ah quickly glanced at the DO NOT OPEN big red steel box on the wall then at the closed gate behind her and Leon; a light bulb appeared in her head. She grabbed Leon’s arm to get his attention and pointed at the box. 

“I have a terrible plan!”

It clicked in Leon’s head and he instantly rushed to the crowbar on the floor to get it open.

“Better than nothing!”

So Ah and Helena kept the Lepotica busy by basically playing Tag but instead of tapping it, they’d shoot its legs. Leon grunted as he shoved the crowbar towards him, yanking open the box to reveal a lever. Hurriedly, he pulled it. 

Bright red lights began flashing along with the alarms blaring. The hatch began sliding open and So Ah held onto one of the storage boxes so she wouldn’t get thrown over. Tragic for Leon and Helena though, along with that Lepotica because the air pressure was greatly reduced. 

The three of them flew out, the Lepotica probably screaming at how funny whatever joke it was thinking of. Helena almost followed it but Leon grabbed her wrist and pulled her to the hatch’s gate where they stayed low. Luggage and boxes kept flying out, making So Ah feel a tad guilty at the people’s stuff being scattered into the air.

“Leon! Helena! Are you two alright!?” So Ah yelled out from behind the storage box, watching them slowly climbing back into the plane. 

“Hanging in there!” Leon replied, earning an incredulous look from Helena at his untimely dad joke. 

The storage box began trembling, alerting So Ah to the sound before her breath hitched when it started sliding towards the open gate.

“Look out!”

So Ah managed to yelp and quickly held onto the pipes on the wall to avoid being pushed out by the strong wind. Leon and Helena looked so utterly done with this, turning to their sides momentarily to allow the box to slide past them. 

Whoever was gonna get hit by it was going to have one hell of a headache.

She lowered herself to the ground when Leon and Helena were finally within arm's reach and she held out her hand which Leon took. She let out a small huff, helping him onto the flat surface. Her heart was pounding in her ears at the sight of the very distant city of China. 

She was never a fan of high places; especially not after hanging on the edge back in California. 

A small grunt from Helena snapped her back to reality as Leon rushed to the lever to shut the hatch. So Ah quickly grabbed Helena’s arm, pulling her away from the hatch. Helena glanced at her, noting the distant troubled look on her face. 

“Not a fan of planes?” Helena guessed and So Ah huffed lightly, shaking her head.

“More like heights.”

Leon turned the lever as the two girls stood up and the hatch closed shut. Their earpiece crackled to life, Hunnigan’s frantic voice coming through.

“The plane’s gaining altitude! Get to the cockpit!”

✠

The plane was going through turbulence every now and then, making the agents stumble and sometimes fall to the ground. Especially So Ah. She couldn’t use her sniper, not with the unstable plane, so she had to resort to her handgun. She was doing well till the turbulence sent her to the floor like a roly-poly. 

Her hunch turned out correct; the blue fog did infect the passengers. 

So Ah was trying her best to stay balanced, keeping her feet positioned wide and correctly for stability as she, Leon and Helena were rushing to the pilot’s room. So Ah leaned against the wall while Leon and Helena shoved the bulkhead blocking the door. 

“I’d help out but I’m one step away from tripping out through the windows.” She piped up from behind, earning a strained chuckle from Leon. 

“Come on, you go in first then.” Leon gestured to the opening they just achieved and So Ah slowly pushed herself away from the wall. 

“If I fall, I’m blaming you.” She muttered lightly, returning her gun to her holster.

“I’ll catch you.” Leon winked at her before she squeezed herself through the opening and then helped widen it. 

Helena went through then Leon, letting the heavy bulkhead return to its previous spot; blocking the door. Leon gave So Ah a cheeky look as they jogged around the seats. 

“See? You didn’t fall ov–”

The plane had other plans, nearly doing a barrel roll by tipping forcefully to the side. The three of them were sent to the wall, emitting a hitched yelp from So Ah when her feet were no longer touching the ground. A strong arm was wrapped around her waist followed by another arm over her face to cover it from the glass bottles shattering next to their faces. 

So Ah felt her back being pressed against something buff and warm, a low grunt coming above her from her fiance and next to her from Helena. The plane returned to its usual position, now sending them to the ground as if going, ‘Whoops, my bad.’

The arm covering her face went to the ground, now to avoid her getting squashed by Leon though it isn’t like she’d mind. Her cheeks turned red heavily, remembering his words prior to the plane’s failed acrobatic skills. 

“Ugh…” Leon groaned as his head dropped to her shoulder, “This is why I can never sleep on planes.” 

‘I’ll catch you.’

✠

You thought Leon can’t drive? 

Wait till you get this motherfucker to fly a whole plane. 

“When you opened the hatch, you destabilised the plane by letting the pressure out. Leon, you’re gonna need to take the controls!”

“I was afraid you were gonna say that – can’t So Ah go for it?”

So Ah held her breath. 

“So Ah, can you do it?”

So Ah inhaled through her nose with thinned lips; she knew Hunnigan was going to be giving her a hand with what to press and pull but seeing the city this far up?

“... No.”

Leon gave her a look which she clearly pretended to not notice and he looked at Helena with a raised brow.

Helena only mimicked So Ah. 

“... Fine, I’ll fly.” Leon spoke defeatedly as if he lost rock-paper-scissors and slipped to sit in the pilot’s seat, “You do something about those infected!”

“We’re on it!” So Ah and Helena exclaimed in unison, giving him a thumbs up and they exchanged a subtle high-five between themselves. 

✠

“This is harder than it looks.” Leon mumbled, pulling the lever next to him, “Come on… Pull up!”

Meanwhile, So Ah and Helena were, as always, doing great. Their task was to take down the zombies and it was an easy one compared to Leon’s. The plane slowly gained altitude, tilting up which made the zombies trip and fall down the stairs. 

Helena found the button connected to shutting the main room and pressed it. The stairs rolled up, shutting out the zombies from coming in the process and So Ah beamed at her. 

“Good job, Helena!”

“Thanks!” Helena smiled and ticked her head to the side as they both stood in the middle, guns still out, “I don’t know why we didn’t do that from the start.”

“Leon, pull the throttle! Pull up!”

“How many levers does it take to fly this thing?!” Leon snapped, following Hunnigan’s instructions. 

The girls glanced at each other, making their way to stand behind Leon as they didn’t know how to help him out. Then again, planes were never part of their training. 

“Come on,” Leon muttered with furrowed brows, his back pressed against the seat as he pulled the throttle towards his body, “We’re almost there…”

“You’re doing well, honey!” So Ah encouraged, earning a look from Helena and she shrugged at her, “Moral support.” 

Helena stared at her then looked back at Leon, “... You got this, Leon!”

As if by pure miracle because So Ah truly thought it was the end of them (especially when Leon was behind the wheel), the plane gained altitude a bit.  

But then began losing it very fast, sending the plane closer to the floor. So Ah’s balance flipped her off, throwing her to the back of the room and she yelped when her head hit the wall hard. It brought unwanted stars to her vision and even Helena fell to her side. 

With Leon still pulling the throttle, he managed to not let the tip of the plane crash but more so glide over the city with the wings colliding with the buildings. Fire and explosion were erupting, making So Ah feel the growing heat as she struggled to stay conscious. 

“Okay, he’s not driving or flying anything from now on.” She muttered weakly to herself when the plane halted to a stop but even her voice was echoing in her head. 

“I tried telling you from the start.” Leon’s voice came in, sounding pained and her eyes opened to look at him, finding him holding onto his side. 

Rest in pieces, ribs. 

“I agree with her,” Helena called out from behind, hand holding her shoulder. 

Leon rolled his eyes then slipped his hand to So Ah’s, the other holding onto her arm as he helped her up to her feet, her eyes rolling down in heavy fatigue, “You try flying a goddamn plane.” 

✠

It didn’t take long for So Ah to recover enough to be able to walk on her own beside Leon. Her eyes were taking in the damage of the plane crash, disheartened, recalling all the passengers’ fear and anxiety as some prayed deeply to have a safe flight. They were seemingly at a shipyard, judging by the huge steel containers. 

Oh, and everything was on fire, felt like the author needed to mention that. 

So Ah didn’t know where they needed to go and calling Hunnigan wasn’t patching through. She frowned deeply, looking lost as she tried to find a way out of this place. Maybe find a higher ground where they’d be able to contact Hunnigan. 

“Did we…” So Ah trailed away, tone heavy with guilt at all the lost pool souls and Leon was quick to cut her off.

“No…” Leon said, voice gruff with how their situation turned out but he didn’t continue, shaking his head as if trying to convince himself too. 

Helena looked at them, brows furrowed in confusion and grief, “This isn’t our fault. It was Simmons, so don’t you two dare blame yourselves.” 

So Ah pressed her mouth shut, gazing at her as Leon glanced at her and then at his fiancee, giving her a slight understanding nod, but before he could speak, a new but familiar voice interrupted. 

“Leon?”

The three of them turned around, facing the source of the voice. A blonde-haired girl ran towards them, followed by a buzz-cut guy with a long distinctive cut spreading diagonally from his jawline to his left cheek. 

The guy had somewhat long facial features with narrowed sharp blue eyes as if always fixated on a glare. The buzz cut was light-red, indicating he might have been ginger at some point. His black long-sleeved shirt with the sleeves rolled up (wow!!) and a low-cut v-neck was tucked into his black fitted pants with suspenders. His boy-scout belt was adorned with hip pouches and a hip holster where his gun rested.

The familiar girl, however, wore something similar but quite opposite to him in terms of colours. Her white button-up fitted shirt had its sleeves rolled up and a distinctive pale blue scarf around her neck. Her olive-green pants were also fitted, ending just past her knees, and her brown boots had heels to them. She had a hip and a shoulder holster, similar to both So Ah and Helena. 

Good to know women here know what style and practicality are.

“Sherry?” Leon’s tone came out shocked, recognizing the girl and it clicked in So Ah’s head, “What are you doing here?”

“I’d love for you to meet a woman who had gone through a similar unfortunate event, Miss Han. Her name is Sherry Birkin. She was one of the lucky survivors of Raccoon City. If you finish your medical checks, please, don’t feel afraid to contact me. I’ll arrange a meet-up for you two, I have a feeling that you two will hit it right off… I’ve got to go; government stuff. I’m glad we got to meet in person, Miss Han. Frederic must’ve been so proud.”

“Sherry Birkin?” So Ah muttered to herself, blinking a few times where her vision would falter momentarily. Her hand went up to soothe the ache right above her nape, eye twitching at the lingering pain of when she hit her head pretty hard back in the plane. 

“I’m on protective detail.” Sherry answered, gesturing to the menacing-looking guy who, since he made his appearance, was still glaring. 

What was he glaring about and why?

So Ah didn’t know – but she knew one thing. 

The guy was intimidating, but judging from his stance next to Sherry, he had been around for quite a while. 

“Yeah…” Leon gave Jake a glance, whose eyes hardened at him, then looked back at Sherry, clearly unbothered but his voice was smooth, “I heard you became an agent.”

Sherry looked over at So Ah, her gentle eyes narrowing a little at her in familiarity before returning her gaze to Leon, “Why are you here?”

“I’m tracking the man behind all this,” Leon said, determination making its way back to his tone, “Chief Security Advisor Simmons.” 

“What?” Sherry seemed to have paled, eyes widening as she stared in shock, shaking her head, “There must be some sort of mistake. I report to Simmons.”

Now it was the trio’s turn to be shocked. 

“He’s your supervisor?” So Ah blurted out, remembering the way Simmons spoke about Sherry. 

Like she was his most prized possession. 

Sherry and Jake glanced at each other silently before Sherry replied to So Ah, eyes lingering on her then back at Leon, “We’re on our way to meet with him right now.”

“Where is he?” Leon instantly asked, voice dropping an octave, rage beginning to bubble under his tone; not towards Sherry, but the fact Simmons was nearby somewhere. 

Sherry had gone quiet, stammering softly, clearly lost on what to say and who to believe. So Ah and Helena glanced at each other knowingly but So Ah broke it off first, something trickling right under her nape. 

The hit must’ve affected the tracker too because this was not normal. Whether it needed changing or was damaged, So Ah wasn’t enjoying the subtle electricity surges. 

Maybe that or she was suffering from a mild concussion and the virus in her was still patching things up inside of her. 

Yeah, that was less worrying than having a damaged tracker that could potentially kill her. 

Leon tilted his head to the side for a tick, clearly frustrated but appeared to stay calm as he took a couple of steps toward Sherry, “I need to know–”

“Hey!” The man next to Sherry instantly shoved him back, sending Leon stumbling back in silence; confused but shocked at the sudden outburst. 

“Jake!” Sherry hurriedly rested her hand on the man’s – Jake’s – arm as a way to defuse the situation, urging him to calm down and lower it

Alert ran down So Ah’s spine at his action, her hand shooting to pull out her Matilda just like Helena who held her handgun, cautiously. Sherry glanced over at the women, following their hands and the matching gleaming rings of So Ah’s and Leon’s – but she was mostly focused on the grip they had over their guns. 

“Let me handle this.” Sherry spoke, trying to convince the trio which didn’t take much as Helena and So Ah trusted Leon.

So if he went along with the plan, they would too. Jake, however, didn’t seem too thrilled, grabbing her arm and taking a few long steps away from them. 

“I thought your order was to avoid contact with anyone.” Jake snapped lowly, reminding her of her own words but the grip on her arm was protective and… Familiar. 

It was similar to when So Ah would feel Leon’s hold on her arm during any dangerous situation. It always held a sense of protection and safety. Still, that didn’t seem to stop Sherry from yanking her arm out of his grip, her voice coming out sharp. 

“Leon’s not just anyone.” Sherry retorted, “He saved my life back in Raccoon City.”

Jake looked at Leon who was already observing him silently and muttered, “Fair enough.”

So Ah’s eyes snapped up to a giant figure emerging from the fire above the plane only to see the plane’s turbine engine heading their way as if aimed right at Jake and Sherry. 

Her eyes widened despite black spots threatening to overcome her vision, voice gasping as she yelled, “Look out!”

Everything went in slow motion for a moment. Leon’s eyes widened in horror, trying to reach out and save Sherry as So Ah was tugged down by Helena to avoid the massive exploding engine, having noticed So Ah having a hard time reacting fast enough.

Luckily for Sherry, Jake tackled her to the ground, arms wrapped around her to save her and that left Leon to duck. The engine flew over the four of them, crashing behind them and, as you’d expect, exploded. 

“Hey, are you alright?” Helena asked So Ah worriedly, hands holding onto her arm and back to not allow her body to fall to the floor completely and So Ah for once was being honest. 

“No… I think…” Her voice slurred a little, wincing at the irritable tracker and the growing headache, “I think I hit my head pretty hard.” 

“I… I can still fight…” She muttered, shaking her head as she stood up, moving away from Helena, though stumbling, as she rubbed the back of her neck. 

So Ah didn’t know what was more concerning; the tracker being damaged or her virus not working as efficiently as possible.

Helena’s eyes widened softly at this before looking over at the figure on the plane, “Guys, the plane!” 

“Oh, what the hell is that?” So Ah narrowed her eyes at the giant figure, hoping they were playing a trick on her. 

It was tall and extremely buff with pale as snow skin and very few remnants of long, wispy white-blond hair. Its whole body was covered with deep scars and gashes, as if fresh out of a lab room. Not to mention, its face was horrendously distorted and twisted, skin overlapping one another like some god damn salami and stapled down in sections. 

Only one eye was visible, sunken deep into its skull with the eyebrow ridge towering over it. The mouth, as disgusting as this creature was, was surprisingly even more disgusting. It was left agape with only the lower part of the jaw seeming human. 

Her heart stuttered at this; this thing was a normal human. A regular man.

Really, scientists are the most fucked up people there is. She’d bet her entire life savings on him experimenting on himself and turning into that.

“Him again?!” Jake asked, irritated and exhausted, his gun held loosely within his hands.

“Friend of yours?” Leon asked, eyes not leaving whatever that was; So Ah knew she needed to give it a name just to make it… Less inhumane. 

Jake scoffed, “More like an ex-girlfriend – guy doesn’t know when to quit.”

What would his name be… Something terrifying but normal… Hm…

The ‘thing’ jumped from the top of the crashed plane and landed in front of them, making So Ah notice the massive clawed metal arm it owned. All of them instantly aimed their guns at it, knowing damn well they were gonna have to fight it to be able to move on.

Santa Claws, maybe. No… Too long. He doesn’t look like Santa either…

“Welcome to the club…” Leon joked lightly, feigning a tired and ‘I’m bored of this’ tone, earning a raised brow from Jake as he continued, “You get used to it.”

Jake huffed, a smirk itching at the corner of his lips in disbelief before facing the creature. 

He does look familiar – like from a movie of some sort.

“Watch out for his arm!” Sherry warned as they sprung into action. 

“Got it!” Leon affirmed.

Oh, right, priorities first.

[studiojeon]

troubled outsiders | intro - jjk

| summary | -  how you two end up pining for each other.

warnings: none :) 

content: idol!jungkook x student!oc, friends to lovers (because it’s THE superior trope okurrrt), jungkook is quiet and shy but a social butterfly when needed (and when it comes to oc but you’re not supposed to know that yet), oc is both a badass and a socially akward queen, she has TWO friends and only because one is dating the other (like... same), the Lee Charyeong is her bestie, oc works at bighit and feels like everyone either fears her or hates her, author nim is a crackhead and has no plot planned for this series whatsoever (doesn’t know if she’ll keep this up, we’ll see).

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His presence was overwhelming, to say the least. Even if he were surrounded by six hundred other equally handsome men, somehow, to you (and the majority of the female population, at that point) he was as captivating and magnetic as they come. Jeon Jungkook didn't pay no mind to no one, but sure as hell everyone became hyper aware of his existence and essence in time. And that didn’t exclude you.

Yet, as nonchalant and indifferent as the man could be perceived, in reality he was more considerate and friendly than the aura he exuded. You knew this because working in the same company had to teach a thing or two about the people who literally carried said company and the whole industry at some point, still you barely knew four or three people, including your assistant and Jungkook, whom you had met once.

The opportunity of working at the company had come to you out of the blue, quite literally, you were attempting to send one of your assignments in when an email appeared in your notifications during your sailor moon study break. 

HYBE Entertainment

We’re glad to inform you that you’re being recruited for the position of Logistics Manager in one of our sub companies, BIGHIT Entertainment. We’ve thoroughly looked through the CV you’ve submitted and are very interested in your capabilities and what you can contribute to our organization. One of our other managers will gladly meet you on a day you can both agree on. Make sure to answer this email to get more details about your interview.

“Nani!? THE FUCK?” sure as hell that your eyes and cognitive functions were deceiving you (ADHD) you went over the text a little over three times in a row before the message settled in your mind. This was sus. 

Before even considering a reply you made a quick call. “Fucking Lee Chaeryeong” you spat on your end of the line. “You did this, didn’t you?”.

Her silence was more than enough to have you cursing her under your breath. “I don’t know what exactly you’re talking about but it most likely was me. Does it have to do with a sex toy in particular?”

“No” you denied almost monotonously, guessing the pile of boxes in the corner of your room with her names on them was what she referred to. “Does anything come to mind if i mention BIGHIT FUCKING ENTERTAINMENT?”

It was her. All those conversations during the summer about how badly you wanted to work in the entertainment business as marketing staff of some sort had their effect on your friend, who, despite all your excuses and denials, knew you better than you and your mom combined did, and because of this, was sure as hell you were not making a move towards that goal whatsoever. So, being the boss bitch she was, she took matters into her own hands, was what she explained.

You concluded that was the reason you had reached a point in your life where you had more experience than most recently graduated kids in your field, because Chaeryeong had you moving every summer break. You had been the manager of a coffee franchise and convenience store during you junior and senior years, and also figured a way to improve the marketing management strategy of a fucking restaurant while at it. Not to toot your own horn, but you were kind of cool.

Or not. “I hope this job satisfies your workaholic ass for once, I’m running out of ideas”. Chaeryeong spat before hanging up.

Sure as hell it would. 

On friday afternoon, you made your way to the HYBE INSIGHT building and introduced yourself to your recruiters who promised to give you a call at some point. “It went fine” you told Chaeryeong once you were in your car. And it was the truth, however you weren’t so sure if they would actually hire you at some point since well, you were a girl in a male dominated industry and, in your opinion, there were always better people than you. “Wanna go grab coffee?”

“I want to. But, I have practice today. I’m actually on my way there. Please avoid driving through Hongdae today, this shit’s packed.” You sighed and thanked her for the heads up. You missed your friend, badly. You hadn’t seen each other in three weeks, and you didn’t even live so far away from each other (you did, but it had been worse before). You two had very agitated lives to say the least. Chaeryeong was a kpop group member, and well, you were jumping from job to job and getting your phD in Business Management at the same time. It was hard to find moments to spare together during some periods of the year, but you guess the anticipation made your encounters better.

“Talk about anticipation” you slammed your forehead against your desk, taking a breather after such an anxiety packed situation. Short story: you got the job (for some fucking reason). And you had gone through a whole week of expectancy and anguish. Not getting that job would have broken your heart, and ego at the same time. 

You guessed the law of attraction tactics Chaeryeong had taught you had sorted their effect and were what led you to your current position in life.

“Miss _____, your presentation’s ready” your work assistant gave you a comforting pat in the back as she took a seat somewhere next to you. You were nervous, shitless. It was your fifth week at the job, and being the proactive woman you were, you had collected lots of data in order to come up with a resources management plan.

It was a Thursday afternoon, and more than a hundred people sat in front of you, waiting for your speech. Including him, who you’d once bumped into accidentally during one of your data recollections runs inside the building. 

You hated having the need to impress others yet, hence your anxious behaviour. But this was a decisive moment in regards to your validation in your new job and how you’d continue to be perceived during your work stance (no reason to panic at all)… you needed to get it together.

“I think I just pissed off a bunch of old men right now,” you told your assistant right after you got off stage. “I need a bathroom break”. Linh gave you a reassuring smile, one she always had plastered on her face.

“Take as long as you need to. I’ll give you a call once the rest are done”.

The commute to the bathroom was unnecessarily complicated in your opinion. You had spent a little over a month rushing through the hallways of the building and you swore every single day your spatial orientation got a bit more fucked up. There was no way there wasn’t a single bathroom on the floor you were in, that would just be atrocious. “It’s not completed yet” someone said beside you as you stared at the half empty map the company had projected on a wall next to the elevators. “Where do you need to go?” 

Kim Taehyung of all people in the world was talking to your ugly and unworthy ass. Your breath caught in your throat and after staring for at least five seconds your body finally reacted to your orders. “Oh, um… the bathroom. I’ve been looking for it for a good ten minutes” you explained with a nervous laugh.

“Trust me, I get it. I still get lost over here” he smiled gently. “It’s in the hallway in the middle of the next hallway” 

You laughed at his very ambiguous explanation. “Thank you” you bowed your head and made your way to said destination.

It was in the hallway to your left, not your right, and it took you a while to figure out that new piece of information. Once you were staring at yourself in the mirror, you realized that you looked considerably tired and exhausted from all the social interaction you had undergone throughout the day. You were used to the side stares and whispering you’d get whenever you entered a room at that point, but some days you just wished you could get a break from them. After all, it wasn’t your fault you didn’t look Korean at all, and that you also didn’t fit the stereotype of a foreigner.

You got that from your mom, both the non Korean features and social fatigue. But that wasn’t even the problem most of the time, it was your friendly and smart nature which she had also passed onto you. Some would consider it a blessing, but to you it was a burden, like a clear glass that shielded you from introducing yourself into other people’s realities. You had few friends and people to trust, but in your everyday life you had to deal with the pressure of standing out too much and that came with a lot of negative energy from others. You sigh as you spray your favorite fragrance on yourself. You could be feeling like shit, but no one will ever catch you slipping.

But that excluded him apparently. You hadn’t noticed that on the other side of the hallway was the men’s bathroom and the realization hit you as you were calmly getting some tea from the vending machine. “Good afternoon” the man greeted you as he made his way out the hallway, but stopped in his tracks right after he noticed you. “_____! Hi” he smiled at you and you wanted to die, suddenly forgetting what you were ordering in the first place.

“H-hi Jungkook” You smiled back, poorly attempting to put your wallet back into your backpack. 

“Need help there?” he noticed your agitated state and held your bag for you. He smelled just as heavenly as you had expected, somewhat between big dick energy and flowers. Oh, and he also remained as kind and polite as you remembered him.

Seeming as if he wasn’t planning on continuing his path to wherever he was heading to in the first place, he stood quietly by your side, waiting for you to be done with your deal. “How have you been?” you break the ice for him.

Quickly, you grab your tea and start walking back to the auditorium together, unaware of your surroundings or the suspicions that could arise. “Busy, but very good. How have you been? I saw your presentation earlier… I wish I understood half of what you said but you still sounded amazing”.

And you would never admit it out loud, but you were positive you were blushing (and falling in love too - platonically, of course). “Oh god, you think so? I basically told them they’ve been doing things wrong all along so maybe you’re the only one who’s appreciative of my work” you handed him the second can of iced tea you bought without him noticing. You swear his eyes lit up like stars in the night sky. “Payback for the other day” you smile at him.

The first time you two had crossed paths you didn’t look nearly as glamorous as you did now. In fact, you looked incredibly disturbed and in pain, carrying a huge pile of paperwork in your hands. But as soon as sweet Jungkook noticed your state, he offered you a hand and somehow ended up helping through your multiple data collecting trips that afternoon. It was a nice day.

“Anytime” he took the can in his hands with a shy look on his face. “Unless I’m practicing, you know…” you look down at his feet, with huge black boots engulfing them, and you smile due to their contrast with his personality. “Here, i’ll give you my number so you can call me whenever you need to put all those papers back. Hopefully I’ll be around” he added as he pulled his phone from his back pocket.

Way to get a girl’s number, my god.

[somethingpoetichere]

lovebug- caliban imagine

sup. fic inspired by my favorite song in THE world. not as soft mushy as it may sound I promise caliban is a nice lil sarcastic SHIT with a big ole crush. mild sabrina bashing but its funny in context and I think it’s the way family behaves. reader is a Spellman, not a witch but DOES know about the supernatural/is part of the supernatural world. here with my once in a blue moon post lol. feedback would be appreciated!

called her for the first time yesterday

finally found the missing part of me

felt so close but you were far away

left me without anything to say

Caliban was not an idiot- he knew not to underestimate the Spellman half-witch that had gone and declared herself queen of hell. So he’d taken the liberty of learning everything he could about her, noting her habits and schedule and the people she surrounded herself with.

And then he found you.

You weren’t a witch- at least, he hadn’t found your name in his diligent searching through the Book of the Beast- but you were something. That he was sure of. There was something slightly off about your presence, tinged a little glittery, though not altogether unpleasant.

No, not unpleasant at all, he mused as he watched you make your way towards your car. Tucked into a little yellow sundress, you stood out like a ray of sunshine in the wave of doom-and-gloom that hallmarked high school. The school bell rang out behind you, and Caliban felt his knees go disgustingly weak as you smiled brilliantly at Sabrina through the crowd.

It was a stupid, stupid decision that Caliban would never have made in the right state of mind, but he reasoned that pissing off Sabrina was validation enough to get your attention. He ducked into your path on purpose, taking advantage of your momentary distraction as he gently bumped into you. oops.

You collided with a solid wall, books tumbling out of your hands as strong arms reached out to steady you. You let out a surprised yelp at the collision, peeking up curiously as the wall you’d hit laughed.

Oh, well that was a sight for sore eyes.

The golden haired stranger holding you was, well, gorgeous. Bright blue eyes peered down at you as he grinned, and you felt the whole world shutter around you. You’d definitely been watching too many soap operas with your auntie, but goddamn it if you weren't positively putty.

“Hi there, stranger.” You giggled nervously, and Caliban suddenly remembered he’d had his arms around you for far too long to be acceptable. He reluctantly retreated, feeling something claw a little uncomfortably in his chest.

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going.” He apologized, moving to pick up your books as you bent down to retrieve them. He ran a hand through his hair in barely concealed bashfulness, unsure of why he felt so... unsettled, all of a sudden. 

“It’s alright, my head was in the clouds.” You waved off his apology, accepting the books he offered you with a grateful smile. “Are you new here? I don’t think we’ve met.”

“He’s new here!” Sabrina’s shrill voice interrupted, training her icy glare on Caliban, who fought back a smirk. “This is Caliban- he’s from... Australia! Yeah, down under!”

“Oh, I can show you around tomorrow! I know how scary it can be to be new here.” You patted his arm sympathetically, ignoring Sabrina’s stream of indignant protests. “I was with student council all day. If you’re a senior, we probably have most of the same classes.”

Caliban had shit to do. Caliban had trials to plan and souls to torture. But you were looking at him- all warmth and sunshine, and Sabrina’s look of pure horror only sweetened the deal.

“I’ll see you in class tomorrow then, sunshine.”

so worth it.

now i'm speechless, over the edge

i'm just breathless

i never thought that i'd catch this love bug again

hopeless, head over heels in the moment

i never thought that i'd get hit by this love bug again

Caliban didn't understand why the mortals all bemoaned high school as hell on earth. It certainly wasn't so bad once you got past the wave of body spray and the questionable cafeteria food. In fact, darting to class with a pretty girl beside him was pretty enjoyable, all things considered. 

You’d spent the day introducing him to the other students, passing him silly notes in class, and had even tugged him from the lunch room to hang out with your friends in the library. He learned that you pretty much did it all- student council, cheerleader, top of your class- all while managing to somehow know the name of everyone you passed with a smile in the halls. You were silly and sweet— smart as all hell with a wit that certainly kept the clay prince on his toes.

and he was smitten.

The groan that escaped your painted lips was delightfully sinful as you slumped in the seat beside him in english class. “I hate Romeo and Juliet. How do two people fall in love in a few days anyhow? And Mrs. Willows always makes us reenact the scenes, and it’s so corny.” The blush that colored your cheeks as he looked at you in concern was something he did his best to commit to memory- cheesiness be damned, Caliban was enjoying himself far too much.

Caliban smirked, skimming through the booklet he’d been passed as the teacher droned. The prince of hell had a certain flare for the dramatics, and Sabrina’s glare burning into the back of his head only fueled his antics. He had one scene in mind, and it was the scene that was certain to kill four birds with one stone- totally make you fall in love with him, he would somehow manage to kiss you (that part was a work in progress), piss off Sabrina, and also- piss off Sabrina.

And kiss you. So maybe five parts. Damn it, Caliban was going to have to make a list.

“Partners?” He whispered softly, gently tugging at your hand as the teacher sat back down. Caliban’s eyes were alight with a tinge of mischief that you either failed to notice or were simply amused by- and your answering nod was more than a little bashful. “We can do my favorite scene.”

“If you say the first kiss scene, I’m punching the daylights out of you.” You warned, playfully nudging his knee with your own. “It will be unkind and I will not feel bad.”

“My lady wounds me.” He dramatically rested his hand above his heart. “And we absolutely have to do this scene-” He raised his hand to silence your half-hearted protests- “because Billy told the guys in calculus that he was specifically going to be pissed if we did this scene.”

Okay, so maybe he’d stretched the truth a little bit. But Caliban knew that the mention of your seedy ex-boyfriend (who you’d enlightened him about during lunch) would absolutely get you to agree to the scene. And it wasn't like he’d lied— Billy Marlin’s glare was nearly as icy as Sabrina’s. And, it wasn't like the way Billy looked at you- with something akin to possession in his eyes- totally made Caliban want to fast track the kid to damnation right then and there. Nope.

“We can meet up later today to practice? I have cheerleading practice after school, but I’m free after that!” You grinned at him, and he felt the tension ease out of his shoulders as you rested your hand on his arm. The gesture was so effortless- but to Caliban, who’d never really experienced connection like this- you reduced him to all but clay again.

“I can drive you home after practice?” Caliban offered, enjoying the yelp that Sabrina let out from the back of the classroom. He shouldered your bag as the bell sounded, noting the way your eyes softened even further at the gesture. “We don't really have cheerleaders down under, you know.”

“You’re welcome to stay and watch.” You shrugged, ignoring the way your heart thudded erratically as he walked you to the locker room. “It won’t be too long today, and Sabrina has a date with Nick after, anyways.”

it was really just too easy.

i can't get your smile out of my mind

i think about your eyes all the time

you're beautiful but you don't even try

(you don't even, don't even try)

modesty is just so hard to find

Caliban wasn’t sure if he regretted his earlier offer. Sure, the sight of you tucked into the tight cheerleading uniform (did they make them that short on purpose?) was pretty much the pinnacle of male fantasy, and the smiles and winks you’d thrown his way whenever he caught your eye during your routines were something else altogether.

But getting the sight out of his brain as you rambled aimlessly in the car about today’s chapters of Dante’s Inferno, while he simultaneously tried to focus on the road and definitely not the way your skirt hitched on the leather seat...

Yeah, Caliban was pretty sure he was in love.

You weren’t too far off, in all honesty. Caliban’s large hands had a firm grip on the steering wheel, and you took the time to admire further up his toned arms as he drove. His hair fell in loose, windswept waves, and his side profile looked like it was sculpted by the freaking gods. Every so often he would glance your way, his perfect lips parting to reveal his perfect teeth and perfect smile and gods-

Yeah, you had the lovebug bad.

“So how did you meet Sabrina?” You questioned innocently enough, and Caliban had to restrain the urge to spill all of the hell-related gossip to you. How Sabrina had managed to keep all of her throne-seeking from you was beyond him, but it certainly added a thrill to his pursuit of you.

“I had some administrative issues the other day and ran into her. She doesn’t like me too much, I’ve gathered.” Caliban was careful not to lie- his entanglement with you had the added perk of pissing off your dearest cousin, but it was genuine on Caliban’s end. He found he didn’t really want to lie about things.

“Sabrina is... touchy.” You offered carefully, shifting in your seat as you pointed out directions to your home. “I don’t really understand why she doesn't like you, to be honest. I was actually going to have a word with her about being nice- you’ve been so sweet, and I was the new kid too a few years back. It's hard to find your place in the established dynamic of a small town.”

Caliban doubted you’d had too much of an issue, with the way the halls seemed to light up around you, but the accompanying smile you gave him was bright enough to soothe his imagined woes. “It’s alright, I reckon she’ll get used to having me around.”

“Used to you?” You mused with a giggle, leaning on the console in a gesture that brought your face much, much closer to his own. He was overwhelmed with your floral scent- something soft and summery and altogether you.

“I plan on being around you a lot, sunshine. If you don’t mind.” He grinned, turning to face you momentarily at the stop sign. Your eyes were wide with hardly concealed surprise at his words, and he watched the realization of the close proximity of his face flicker through them.

It happened so fast that Caliban was almost certain he imagined it- but your eyes had definitely glanced at his lips. The blush that tinged your cheeks as you pulled back confirmed it, and in a moment of calculated risk, Caliban moved to rest his hand on your exposed thigh. 

“No, I wouldn’t mind at all.” 

If Caliban squinted, he could almost picture that he was a normal teenage boy, driving a beautiful, normal girl home from school. The sinking sun was peeking through the windows, bathing you in an ethereal glow, and - at least for right now- everything was perfect.

you were perfect.

now i'm speechless, over the edge

i'm just breathless

i never thought that i'd catch this love bug again

hopeless, head over heels in the moment

i never thought that i'd get hit by this love bug again

Caliban draped himself across your bed, a languid smirk on his lips as you kicked haphazardly placed piles of clothes into your closet.

“I promise I’m not usually this messy,” you apologized with a sheepish smile, shoving a mass of shoes under your bed, “okay, that's a lie. I’m always this messy, I just didn’t expect company.”

Caliban hardly minded. It was adorable how embarrassed you were, and he took the time to take in your bedroom (drawn from his reverie only by the occasional delighted shout when you found a shirt you’d thought had been sacrificed to the laundry gods, or worse, Sabrina’s room).

The first thing Caliban noticed was the books. While your clothes lay in scattered piles, all of your books were meticulously organized and lovingly tucked into shelves that took up an entire wall of the room. Sabrina may have answered that Caliban’s only hobby was torturing babies (or her, which was the same thing, really— and also, what the hell? Caliban may have enjoyed the occasional soul flaying, but only when it was well deserved!)— but Caliban loved to read.

What was one lifetime in one world, when he could learn of a thousand others in just as many universes? Immortality could grow dull, and eternity had to be spent somehow. Caliban tried not to smile as you precariously placed the book that had found its way onto your nightstand back into its place, and supposed that it might be far more enjoyable with someone else.

You seemed satisfied with your damage control, and slumped onto the bed dramatically with a groan. It was then that Caliban’s hand found a stray victim of your clothing massacre.

“Nice.” He grinned, and you peeked up from your playbook to find him dangling a pink lace bra.

Shit.

“Give me that!” You lunged, but Caliban was too fast. He quickly moved them from your reach, laughing wildly as you wrestled him desperately for the bra. 

“You are the worst.” A groan escaped you, and you huffed in fake-defeat as Caliban smirked victoriously at your retreat. You leaped at the chance, tackling Caliban with all your might. While momentarily surprised, he reacted quickly and shifted so that he was now pinning you to the bed, his hair dangling wildly in your face as you both laughed.

Caliban’s face was so close that you could see the flecks of green in his eyes. For a moment, his eyes seemed to flicker to your lips, but in the seconds it took for you to find your voice again, you’d lost your nerve. 

“We should get back to the scene.”

The moment was broken, and Caliban retreated with a bashful look on his face. He ran a hand through his hair and moved to sit across from you, his cheeks tinted a little red as he politely handed you back your intimates and pretended to shield his eyes when you tossed it somewhere. You’d never been so freaking embarrassed in your life, but Caliban was smiling so softly at you, like you were—

“If I profane with my unworthiest hand this holy shrine, the gentle sin is this: my lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand to smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.” He motioned around with his hands dramatically, tone playful and light.

You were so dead. Caliban was freaking made for this romantic swooning nonsense that you’d tried to protest nearly the whole ride home, Billy Marlin be damned.

Giggling nervously in what you hoped seemed scene-appropriate, you tried your best to forget being a horny teenager to instead play a horny teenager. “Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, which mannerly devotion shows in this, for saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, and palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.”

Caliban’s voice lowered, a smile still tugging at his lips as he took your hands in his own. “Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?”

“Ay, pilgrim.” Your own voice softened in turn as Caliban began to trace mindless patterns on the backs of your hands with his thumbs, “lips that they must use in prayer.”

“O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do. They pray; grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.” Caliban’s eyes were soft, and you imagined that Shakespeare had pictured the man in front of you when putting the words to paper. The words fell so naturally from his lips and he seemed engrossed in the scene— he was, for lack of a better word, enchanting.

“Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake.” Your voice was hardly more than a breathless whisper, the proximity of your faces and the intimacy (however imagined) stealing the air from your lungs.

Caliban paused, his eyes meeting yours intently as if searching for something. Whatever it was, he seemed to find it as he took your face in both of his hands.

“Then move not, while my prayer’s effect I take.” 

It was all too much. You could hardly be blamed for kissing him as fiercely as you did.

It was like fireworks, like every cheesy romance novel and play (cough, Romeo and Juliet) claimed it would be. You’d had plenty of kisses before, but never one that melted your brain like this. You forgot all about the scene, about how not real this was supposed to be as your hands tangled in his windswept hair and he pulled you onto his lap.

It was Caliban who first pulled away, only just so that your noses were touching. He was breathing heavily, eyes blown wide— and you felt your whole face turn red as reality consumed you again. “I am so sorry, I’ll just—”

“Where do you think you’re going, Juliet?” Caliban’s hands firmly gripped your hips, preventing you from moving away. His fingers thumbed the band of your skirt, and his next words were a whisper against your lips. 

“Thus from my lips, by thine, my sin is purged.”

kissed her for the first time yesterday

everything i wished that it would be

suddenly i forgot how to speak

hopeless, breathless, baby can't you see?

Caliban was in love. He’d spent the next three weeks with you reciting Romeo and Juliet, sharing shakes at Dr. Cerberus, and tugging you into empty classroom and closets at every opportunity to kiss you senseless.  Every moment not spent with you was at least somewhat occupied by the thought of you, and Caliban found he wasn’t the least bit upset about it.

And Sabrina was pissed.

If she’d hated him before, she positively loathed him now. It was the latest point of contention between yourself and your darling cousin, who’d you taken to threatening with various kitchen utensils and promises to tell the aunties she’d been sneaking out to make her behave. And Caliban, for his part, was perfectly polite— even though he still had every intention of taking the throne from the inexperienced witch who promised to destroy the balance of heaven and hell.

Which presented Caliban’s own latest dilemma. He was going to have to tell you eventually— and in a way that didn't make you totally hate him. He had a plan. Okay, maybe a skeletal plan. Or no plan. Yeah, Caliban was going to wing it. 

After today. He just had to make it through your reenactment of Romeo and Juliet with no demonic catastrophes or maiming Blly, and then he would tell you everything.

But even that was too much to ask.

Sabrina burst through the english classroom doors, yelling in barely concealed panic that there was a BIG problem and the principal needed Caliban now.

Caliban moved to leave with an apologetic smile in your direction, which you were absolutely not having. Despite your current frustration with Sabrina, she looked downright terrified, and you were both concerned for your cousin and overwhelmed with a gut feeling that something was up.

After a few moments, you excused yourself to use the restroom.

You hauled ass to the gym, where the screaming sounded to be coming from. When you entered, you were met with the strangest sight.

The gym was filled with winged... rats? And at the center of the chaos was Sabrina and Caliban, back to back and armed with what appeared to be lacrosse sticks. Caliban’s shirt was tattered from the rats, and you took a fraction of a second to banish the completely innappropriate and untimely thoughts from your head.

“And no one thought to call me?” You shouted angrily through the swarm, snagging a baseball bat from the rack and smacking it around with reckless abandon. Caliban hooted, laughing loudly as you took your place beside them. Rats tore at your clothes, but you were more frustrated that Sabrina had called your boyfriend (or whatever he was) over you.

“Why did you get Caliban! I was right there! Is there something wrong with you? Were you dropped on the head as a child? He’s not even from here Sabrina, he has no idea what-”

“For hell’s sake, he’s not the new kid! He’s not even from Australia! He’s a stupid clay prince from hell who is trying to take my throne and raze humanity, and his stupid plague king sent these after me, and now he’s dating you!” Sabrina spat out the word dating as if it was even more disgusting than the winged vermin tearing at your clothes. 

“Will someone please explain what the hell is going on here?” 

You were no less frustrated when Sabrina revealed her trek to hell and the all ensuing madness she’d partaken in, but you remained calm enough to not turn the bat on her clearly empty skull. 

“And you’re the clay prince of hell... challenging her throne?” You questioned with a sharp glance at Caliban, who nodded reluctantly as he swatted a rat hurtling towards you. 

“Do you even have a driver’s license!” You screamed, waving your baseball bat around wildly.

“I’m a demon prince of hell made out of clay, and you’re worried about if I can legally drive?” Caliban shouted back in astonishment through the wave of shrieking rats. The lacrosse stick he’d snagged was surprisingly effective.

“I was getting to that part, thank you for reminding me!” You hissed, debating whether to smash his face in with the bat. “How about we start with how you completely lied to me, and how our whole relationship or whatever it is a lie! Were you ever going to tell me? Or was this all part of some throne grab?” 

“It wasn’t a lie!” Caliban demanded hotly. “You were not a lie!”

“Really!” You whirled on him, eyes alight with anger. “Because I sure feel like one!”

The rats numbers were dwindling rapidly, and you smacked the last one heading towards you directly at Caliban’s face. It collided with a satisfying shriek, and you threw your bat down as you stormed out of the gym.

Sabrina and Caliban rushed after you, but you’d disappeared in the hall.

now i'm, yeah, oh!

now i'm speechless, over the edge

i'm just breathless

i never thought that i'd catch this love bug again

now i'm hopeless, head over heels in the moment

i never thought that i'd get hit by this love bug again, (oh)

love bug again

You’d remained collected until you’d transported into the middle of the living room, collapsing into auntie Hilda’s arms in a puddle of tears as you told her everything. She’d muttered a stream of ancient curses about Sabrina, but beyond that merely smoothed your hair and told you that all boys were awful— especially demonic princes of hell.

“I hate him.” You glared half-heartedly into your cup of steaming peppermint tea. You couldn’t believe you’d been so stupid. Falling blindly in love with a stranger who had only sought you out for some elaborate game with Sabrina. Screw Caliban and his perfect hair, his perfect smile, his perfect— “I want to bash his face in.”

“No you don't, love.” Hilda smiled knowingly. “You’re angry, yes— and hurt. But you care for the boy. I’ve never seen you so happy as you’ve been these last few days. I think you ought to cool down and hear what he has to say.”

“I never want to talk to him again.” You groaned, burying your face in a pillow. “I’d rather die.”

And because the universe was truly conspiring against you, a knock sounded at the door.

“Well, best get over that quick.” Hilda warned, ignoring your stream of indignant protests as she hustled to the door. 

“Caliban! Yes, do come in love. Oh, yes, we will be having a little chat later, but for now I think it’s my niece you must be speaking to.” Hilda’s cheerful voice trailed in from the foyer, and you jumped up to make a break for it. 

You were halted by a familiar pair of strong arms tugging you back by the waist.

“Get off of me!” You shouted, pushing Caliban away harshly and ignoring the warmth that lingered where he’d touched you. “I want my baseball bat. Somebody get me my baseball bat! I’m going to bash your stupid pretty face in you asshole—”

“Five minutes.” Caliban pleaded desperately, “just give me a five minutes to explain, and then I’ll give you back the baseball bat to bash my face in, okay?”

You considered his offer for a moment, swallowing the sob crawling its way up your throat as you nodded reluctantly. If it made him leave faster, you’d do anything. 

His shoulder sagged in barely concealed relief. “Okay. I am Caliban, Prince of Hell. I am not from Australia, clearly, and am not a transfer student. I am trying to take your cousin’s throne. She does not understand the realm of the damned— she thinks it needs to be generous, rather than a fair judgment of life. I am not her father, and I do not believe in reckless or cruel damnation. I do not wish any harm on Sabrina, and I’ve managed to keep the worst of the plague kings from her. Even if you were to reject me now, I would continue to try to protect her— you have my word.” Caliban paused as you released a breath you did not know you were holding. Your eyes finally dared to meet his, and you nodded for him to continue.

“I agreed to attend Greendale because yes, it did piss off Sabrina, but you were there.” He raised his hand to halt your protest. “You intrigued me, and I wanted to know you better. I will be fully honest that it had the added bonus of irritating your cousin, who I so delight in irritating, but my primary focus was you. You... enchanted me. I had never found myself so invested in anything before as I was in spending mundane days at high school— of all things— with you. Truthfully, it confused even me at first. And while the past you knew is false, I am real— and my feelings for you are true.”

“That is such bullshit, and you know it!” You exploded furiously, smacking his chest with untamed rage. “You knew exactly what you were doing. Who agrees to go to high school because they like a girl? Are you unhinged? Who doesn't just ask someone out if they were so interested, huh? No, you came here with your stupidly perfect little ‘oh I’m Caliban, and I’m so dreamy’ act, knowing full well that it would make me completely abandon all rationality. Well guess what, I did! I fell stupid head over heels for you, and it was all one big lie.”

Your voice broke on the last few words, anger shifting to broken sadness as you continued to pound relentlessly on his chest. “I was a lie.”

He caught your hands, holding them against his chest as he pressed you against the wall. “You weren't a lie, Spellman.” 

His words were breathless whisper, his beautiful eyes pained and desperate as he gripped your hands harder. “I fell for you the moment I saw you. I enrolled in high school because you smiled at me. I learned every line of Romeo and Juliet to recite them to you. When we first met, you wondered how Romeo and Juliet could possibly fall in love after a mere few days, but I understand it now. I have never been driven so completely insane by anything or anyone like this before. The power you have over me is unmatched. I am completely and wholly yours. If you were to ask me right now to leave, to never bother you again, I would leave my heart with you and spend my eternity in endless sorrow. I would think forever of the way you smiled at me, the way you kissed me, how soft your hair felt in my hands, and how my heart raced every time you laughed. I would never forgive myself for the pain I had caused you, and you would haunt me every day, every waking moment, every dream.”

Caliban moved your hands to his lips, nearly kissing them as he pleaded to you with tears in his beautiful eyes. You were motionless, turned to stone by his heavy gaze.

“So please, don’t become my specter. If I am a stranger to you now, let me make you fall for me all over again. I would do it a thousand times, if you'd let me. I could think of no sweeter way to spend my eternity.”

When you’d thought that Shakespeare had been imagining Caliban when he wrote, you’d been wrong. There was no poetry, no book, no lyric that could possibly compare to the way he spoke to you— the way his eyes so desperately tried to convey his anguish.

You removed your hands from his, and his whole face seemed to shatter.

“You’re not a stranger,” you muttered softly, moving to take his face your hands. His face remained guarded, but he leaned instinctively into your touch. “You’re Caliban.”

When you kissed him, it was like falling in love all over again.

And you supposed you did.

“But we are having a long, long talk about everything.” You warned as you pulled back, poking his chest sharply as he nodded profusely. “And if you ever, ever lie to me again, I’ll set something worse than flying rats on you. I’ll let Sabrina have you.”

Caliban laughed wildly, picking you up and spinning you around as he kissed you over and over again in sheer relief and joy. “I love you, Spellman. Anything you want, it’s yours.”

“I just want you, clay boy.”