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tropes-and-tales-archives · 7 months ago

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More Precious Than Rubies: Part 5b

This is an alternate timeline story that has a Rafael Barba track and a Sonny Carisi track. The two paths split off in part 3.

WC: 4270

TW: Angst; end of relationship drama; sharing a bed but no sex; mild allusions to previous sex, so 18+ only just to be safe.

AN: The prompt was "You're overthinking - I'm yours. That's all I want to be."

Amanda knew what people thought of her. She’d heard the hateful words thrown her way her entire life – trash, slut, dumb blonde, and every variation between.

Truthfully, sometimes being underestimated worked for her. She solved many cases based on interrogations where she either flirted with the suspect or acted like a flighty idiot, and if it meant locking up some of the worst people she’d ever crossed paths with, well…she wasn’t that prideful.

And truthfully, she’d be the first to admit that her life was a mess. She had fled Atlanta PD completely traumatized by her repeated assaults at the hands of her captain, and she buried it all deep under booze and sex and gambling until it all became too much. She’d clean up her act for a while, then relapse, then hit rock bottom.

It was all she knew, honestly. She was her father’s daughter, after all.

But she was a good cop, and she tried to be a good partner, and when she saw Carisi come trudging back into the precinct with a fistful of shredded paper, she knew – with her detective’s instinct and her woman’s intuition – that she was somehow the cause of it.

She watched her partner as he sat down slowly at his desk. He was slumped there, his head hung, and he looked like he had his spirit completely broken in the span of a minute. He sat the pieces of torn paper on his desk reverently, like they were some sacred relic, and stared at them for a long while. Then he took an evidence bag out of his drawer and swept them in carefully before sealing and placing in his bag.

Amanda knew how torn up Carisi had been when you broke up with him. The man always talked about you when you were dating – how he couldn’t wait to get home to you, how you were brilliant and were going to be a force to be reckoned with once you passed the bar. How you made him laugh all the time and cheered him up when cases got him down. He made you sound like perfection, to the point where Amanda practically wanted to date you. She could do with a smart and supportive partner for once, and she would readily admit that you were pretty.

So when you broke up with him, it destroyed her partner. She tried to broach the subject a few times, but he’d just shrug irritably and change the subject.

At first, she assumed it was the same thing that plagued all of them: the job was too demanding and left no room for relationships. But more and more, she doubted it.

Carisi made a few off-hand comments about how Amanda needed to get her shit together, and she wondered if it stemmed from his breakup. And then you came back into their lives, and Carisi always jumped away from Amanda like a guilty husband caught with the babysitter.

And today, when you looked at Carisi with a smile but saw Amanda’s pregnant belly, the blonde detective was able to piece it all together. It was written plainly across your face as you turned and fled the bullpen. You thought Carisi was the father, and maybe you had suspected something between then when you dumped Carisi.

Still, Amanda gave it one last shot. “You want to grab a beer?” she asked as they both clocked out and left the precinct. “I’m driving.”

Carisi just shook his head irritably at her before replying. “No. I really want to be alone, ‘Manda,” he said. “Shoulda said ‘no’ more often,” he mumbled, and then he stalked away.

So it really was like that after all.

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Amanda just observed for a few weeks. Carisi never got less snippy with her, and when you came into the precinct, your eyes glazed over every time you looked in her direction. And whatever ground Carisi had gained with you – little smiles, small talk – was lost, and then some.

She waited and hoped the two of you would work it out on your own, because she didn’t have any relationship abilities whatsoever, but it never got better. She took a deep breath, wished she weren’t pregnant so that she could drink some liquid courage…then she marched (more of a slow amble, actually) down to your office.

She had called ahead and pretended to be an ADA who wanted to drop in and chat; she wasn’t going all the way over to your office just to have you no be there. But you would be in all afternoon, apparently, so she made an excuse to Liv and left alone.

Amanda rarely got nervous around other women, but she’d be lying if she said you didn’t intimidate her a little. You were smart, and you routinely tore into SVU’s cases, and you flustered Barba all the time. And Amanda didn’t have any girlfriends, so she had no common ground with you. Well, no common ground except Carisi.

The elevator was too fast, and before she knew it, she was standing outside your office. Your admin seemed to be off somewhere else, which meant that you’d be surprised. Amanda took a deep breath again, felt the acid churn of her now-constant heartburn, and knocked on your door.

“Come in,” you called out, muffled, and she opened the door. You looked up with a smile but it instantly fell the moment you registered who was walking into her office.

“Get out,” you said, and you stood up and pointed, but Amanda just shut the door behind her. She looked you over and admitted again to herself that you were pretty. She could see why Carisi liked you – you had a nice rack that strained your sleeveless blouse just a bit, and you always wore those pencil skirts that made your ass look amazing. There was documented evidence that Carisi was an ass man.

Amanda gestured to her stomach, playing the pregnancy card. “I need to sit,” she said apologetically, and she settled into the chair across from your desk. “And I need you to just listen for five minutes.”

She watched you clench your jaw, but you sat down too. You slide your phone’s lock screen off and glanced at the time. “You have five minutes,” you said, and your voice was tight with anger.

“Let’s get one thing clear right now,” Amanda started. “Carisi is not the father of my child, and we have never slept together. We’ve never kissed. The most physical we’ve ever been has been maybe a handful of hugs.”

You cocked an eyebrow at her, but didn’t say anything, so she continued.

“I know…” she started, but she trailed off for a moment. “It’s hard, being a female detective with a male partner. There’s an intimacy there because your life is on the line, and you’re expected to protect each other. But then, there’s girlfriends and boyfriends and spouses who make assumptions. Sometimes they’re right and sometimes they’re wrong.”

She trailed off again and swiped her hand across her forehead. She was sweating, and your office was small and stuffy. You looked her over and stood up without a word. You left your office for a moment, but came back with a bottle of water that you handed her without a word.

“Thanks,” Amanda said, and she was grateful. She drank half of it in one go, then continued, calmer.

“I know you think that I have designs on Carisi, but I don’t. Even if I did, I can’t compete with you. He talks non-stop about how smart and funny and gorgeous you are. And I’m a mess.”

You looked at her and cleared your throat. “I don’t believe in tearing other women down to build a woman up,” you said quietly. “Don’t talk badly about yourself to make me feel better.”

Amanda couldn’t help but smile at this. “Carisi always said you were kind to a fault.”

You snorted. “Well, I don’t like you, Rollins, so don’t get ahead of yourself.”

“Fair enough.” But she still smiled as she continued, “Look, I love Carisi as a partner, but I’d never pursue him romantically or…sexually. And he wouldn’t pursue that with me, no matter how it looks. He loves you. He talks about you like you hung the moon, and that day you threw some torn up piece of paper at him…it really laid him low.”

“When we were dating, he was always with you. Helping you with your life,” you pointed out.

“I know. I never asked though. Carisi loves a project, and I’m a project.” Amanda shrugged. “I always tried to send him home, but he always told me that you understood because you were always helping people too. And my family – my momma and my sister – is a complete mess.”

Your stern face softened a bit at this. “Family is tough,” you conceded.

Amanda nodded. “And when he was with me, he was talking about you. Always. I know you so well, I feel like I was practically dating you. I know that you’re a shitty bowler, and that you can’t cook but still try. You snore and you love to read. You don’t really drink, but you have a trick of putting Coke in a rock glass with lime so that it looks like you drink, because you hate when people try to peer pressure you into drinking.”

You almost smiled at her. Amanda could see the corners of your lips twitching as you fought it. “You should buy me dinner first if you’re trying to flirt with me.”

Amanda laughed at this. “And you’re funny, and smart.” Her smile faded, and she looked you dead in the eye. “And he loves you so much, and when he’s had more than two beers, he talks about how he wanted – wants – to marry you and spend the rest of his life with you.” She watched your face as you considered this, and she finished the bottle of water and stood up, staggering a bit under her newly unwieldy body.

“Look, like I said, I love Carisi, and I assume you do, or did too. I want him to be happy. If you’re over it, then fine. But I wanted you to know where things stood.”

You stood up too and walked her out to the elevator. “I appreciate it.” You turned and looked her over with a considering glance. “It was ballsy, coming in here like this. I respect that.”

Amanda laughed and climbed onto the elevator. “Thanks, but I’m really just hoping you’ll ease up on me the next time you call me to the stand. Carisi never warned me that you were a fucking Pitbull in the courtroom.” She waved at you as the doors shut, and for the first time in a while, Amanda felt like she’d done something good for someone else.

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Sonny pieced your letter back together, taping it carefully and reading as he went. Once it was assembled, he read it over and over until he had it memorized, and even though everything was ruined with you, he chanted certain lines to himself to cheer himself up. It started out “Dear Dominick,” which made him smile, because you only called him by his given name when you were mock-angry with him….or in bed.

It continued:

First, I have to thank you for the beautiful letter you wrote me. It made me feel like some girl in love in an old English novel, and it would have only been more perfect if I could have read it on the moor while the wind whipped my petticoats. Sadly, I read it in Brooklyn, which wasn’t as romantic.

I don’t want to focus on the end of our relationship either, but I do want to apologize for how I ended it. At the time, in the middle of it, it seemed appropriate, but as time soothed my anger, I realized how harsh I’d been. I wish I could go back and change how I handled it.

You know some of my history. You know about the boyfriend before you, and how I was pretty closed off when we first met. I wasn’t interested in dating at all, but there was something about you that gave me hope. You were, like your namesake, a beam of sunshine through dark clouds.

What you don’t know is my dysfunctional family, my parents’ terrible marriage that ended as badly as any marriage can….I keep that from everyone, even you – when we dated. But with some time and distance between us, I can admit that you gave me hope there too, that I might live to overcome my parents’ awful legacy. That I might have real love one day.

I think when we dated I was pretty open about what I loved about you, but I’ll reiterate here: you’ve got a heart as big as anyone, and I loved that first about you. How many cops get a law degree to become a better cop? Not many, I’d wager, but you did – and you did it to help some of the most helpless victims this system has. Your kindness and consideration shines through in everything you do. You help everyone – your family, your friends, your coworkers.

You’re smart. You put yourself through night school while working ridiculous hours, and you graduated with honors. I won’t accuse Manhattan’s SVU of being the most buttoned-up precinct I deal with, but I’m certain that the least terrible cases are yours (ha ha).

I could write at length about how handsome I think you are, but that’d be shallow and likely make you feel objectified, so I’ll just say that no matter how much I see you, I still get butterflies in my stomach when I see you again.

But what I love best about you is how you made me feel when we were together. I never slept so well as when I was with you, falling asleep in your arms. I always was able to drift off without nightmares, and I always felt safe curled up next to you.

I don’t know what the future holds. Sometimes everything seems so inconsequential in our line of work, the constant stream of misery. But there’s always a ray of hope, I’ve learned, beaming through those dark clouds like a ray of sunlight. So I live with optimism, and expect better days. And maybe you’ll be there in those better days.

It was signed simply with your name.

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Sonny didn’t see you aside from a handful of times in the precinct, and you looked past him as if he didn’t exist. He was exhausted and heart-sore and hopeless, but a college classmate was getting married in Jersey, so he took a long weekend and went to that. Maybe filet mignon and an open bar could help him heal.

He skipped the ceremony outright. He normally loved weddings, crying with the best of them, but he didn’t have the heart to watch two people commit themselves to each other. He had wanted that with you. He turned up to the reception early, some swanky country club that probably cost thousand of dollars a year in membership fees. He found his seat at a table jammed into the corner, and then he scanned the rest of the tables place cards for familiar names. And saw yours.

His stomach dipped to see it. No “and guest” after your name either. Sonny dreaded the day you turned up at the precinct with a ring on your finger or with a new last name. He knew now that he was out of the picture, it was only a matter of time. But for now, at least, you seemed to be flying solo.

You were three tables over from his. Since he was early, he grabbed a beer from the bar and went to explore the grounds. He found a quiet spot near the tennis courts, and he sat and drank his beer while he reminisced.

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You and Sonny had attended one wedding while you were together. It was his best friend from high school, and you’d been sweetly shy as he introduced you to all of his friends (and an ex-girlfriend) from his youth. You’d been nervous but eventually relaxed, laughing and dancing and begging everyone for their most embarrassing Sonny stories, and everyone was all too happy to oblige. You fit in immediately, as he assumed you would.

You only got cranky during the garter and bouquet toss, and you refused to go to the floor when the rest of the unmarried women went out there. Afterwards, when Sonny drove you both back to the hotel, you gave him an earful about stupid wedding traditions.

“So you’d never want to get married then?” he asked as he keyed the hotel room door open and held it for you.

“A wedding and a marriage are completely different things,” you pointed out, and you poked him in the middle of his chest to drive it home.

“So you’d never want to have your new husband sit you in the middle of a dance floor, all eyes on you, as he removed the garter from your leg to some sexy song?” he asked, and as he did, he hooked his own hand under the hem of your skirt and trailed it up over your knee before letting it drift to the inside of your thigh.

Your breath hitched in your chest, and you leaned into his touch. “That sounds terrible. Is my new grandma-in-law watching?”

“She is,” he replied. He leaned in to whisper in your ear. “And she highly suspects that you claimed her innocent grandson’s virginity before you were married. So she already thinks the worst about you.”

You huffed against him as you laughed. “I’ll have to set her straight at the next family holiday dinner.”

He walked you backwards until you were forced to sit on the edge of the bed, and he knelt in front of you. He spread his hand under the skirt of your dress, grasping the soft flesh of your inner thigh and letting his fingertips graze dangerously close to his target.

“I don’t think the garter goes that high, Dominick,” you said, and your voice had a strained quality to it.

“Hmm,” he said, and he pulled his hand away. “Maybe your new husband would be drunk. Too many shots on the party bus. Nervous because it was a big day.” He pushed your skirt up slowly, slowly. He glanced up and saw you watching him from under your heavy eyelids. “Maybe he’d embarrass you by trying to pull the garter off of you with his teeth.”

You had laughed at that, but it was cut short when he pressed his mouth to the inside of your knee, and before long, as his mouth trailed higher and higher, you were moaning and then gasping and then eventually screaming his name.

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Sonny finished his beer and then dragged his feet back towards the reception, but it was already crowded, so he took his seat. He craned his neck and saw you, or your back, at least. You were in a blue dress, and judging by the way your neck was bent and your shoulders slumped, you weren’t have a great time either.

He got through dinner, and he braced himself with more beers, only going to the bar after you’d gone. He didn’t want to ruin the evening for you by running into you.

But you’d obviously noticed him at some point. He was sitting alone at his table as everyone else danced or mingled, and he saw you approach him in the now-dark reception hall. You granted him a tight smile and then held out a fresh bottle of beer, which he accepted.

“Can I sit?” you asked, and Sonny pulled out the chair beside him for you. You settled in and turned to give him that same, tight smile.

“How are you?” he asked after a moment, and you shrugged.

“Okay. Tired. It was a long week.” You glanced at him. “You know how it is.”

He nodded. “It’s never-ending.”

You both sat in silence and watched the dancing for a while. “Amanda came to my office,” you finally said, and Sonny flinched.

“I didn’t tell her to…” he started, but you waved him off.

“I know.” You sighed. “I’m sorry I made an assumption, Sonny.”

He turned to face you, and he was pained by how sad you looked. “I know why you made the assumption.” He shook his head. “I screwed up so much and…”

“Stop.” You laid a hand on his arm tentatively, and Sonny tried to ignore how it felt to have you touch him, even through his suit jacket and shirt underneath it. “No more of that.”

He just stared at you, completely unsure what to do. You looked back at him. Finally, you turned to watch the dancing, but you shifted your hand until it was grasping his. He turned his palm so that he could properly hold your hand, and you both sat like that for a few songs.

“What song do you think they’ll play for the garter removal?” he asked.

You snorted. “I think the bigger question is, ‘is the groom drunk enough to try removing it with his teeth?’”

“Only if his judgmental grandmother is watching.” He turned to look at you, and you had a dreamy look on your face, like you were remembering that time in the hotel after his friend’s wedding. After Sonny had gone down on you, you’d had sex – or more appropriately, made love. It had been languid and slow-paced, and as he had moved in you, it was the first time you said that you loved him. You had been slow to say it, so he had known that you meant it when you finally did.

“Can we go somewhere and talk?” he asked, pleading.

You only sighed. “I don’t want to talk, Sonny. I don’t want to think. I talk so much. I talk to clients and prosecutors all day. I think too much. I can never turn my brain off. I just want a good night’s sleep and no talking.” You squeezed his hand. “Can we do that instead and talk some other time?”

Sonny could only nod. His throat felt so tight that he thought he might cry if he tried to talk. You smiled at him, and you led him to your table so that you could grab your purse, and then you both left.

He was quiet in the car ride to your hotel, and quiet in the elevator, and quiet when you unlocked your door and threw the bolt when you shut it. He watched you wordlessly as you kicked off your shoes and removed your earring and necklace. Then he watched as you sat on the edge of the bed and looked at him.

“Is this okay, Sonny?” you asked softly, and he nodded again. He kicked his own shoes off and shed his suit jacket and tie and belt. He hesitated a moment.

“Do you want to put your pajamas on?” he asked, and you laughed lightly.

“You should know better than anyone that I don’t wear pajamas in the summer.”

He felt a stirring below the belt but willed it away. “You want my t-shirt?”

You thought about it and then said yes, so when you were finally settled in the bed together, you were in his t-shirt and your panties, and he was in his boxer briefs. And it, oddly enough, wasn’t sexy – but it was intimate. There was some clumsy moments, but you eventually settled into a familiar position: each of you on your side, facing each other, heads close and knees touching.

You peered at him in the darkness. “Is this too weird? I thought maybe it might be weird. I wanted to talk to you, but didn’t really want to talk, but then I thought it’d be strange to pretend like I didn’t see you…” You sighed and paused. “I don’t know how to handle this, Sonny. We broke up and didn’t see each other for a year, and then you wrote me a letter and I wrote a letter, and then Amanda came to see me, and I don’t know what to do or think…”

“This isn’t weird,” he said with a shake of his head. “I missed this.” His voice broke on the final word, and he shut his eyes to keep from tearing up. “And you’re overthinking – I’m yours. That’s all I want to be. We can talk later, but that’s all that really matters to me. I’m yours.”

He felt your hand reach up and stroke his head, soothing him in that way you had. He had missed your touch, and it had been so long that it felt decadent to have you dragging your nails against his scalp as you hummed at him.

He reached up and stilled your hand, then pressed it to his mouth. Then he pulled you to him, holding you tight and just reveling in the moment. He didn’t press his luck – he didn’t talk anymore, and he didn’t try to escalate it your touching to anything sexual. He wrapped his arms around you, and you sighed contently and hugged him back, and you both fell asleep like that. Sonny, remembering your letter, hoped that you felt safe in his arms, and that any dreams you had were sweet ones.

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izzysarchivedblogs · 1 year ago

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LITTLE COWBOY CLINT.

He had always been that, and there's memory that comes to him. One where he can hear Edith's voice, telling him a cowboy story. Something she simply made up, Barney was already sleep but he hadn't been. Wandering down the hall, and Edith had caught him. Hushing him, telling him that he doesn't want Pop to see him and off back to bed, sparing moments to tuck him back in and come up with a story.

Clint had been five than, but the memory comes to him. Whole and her voice there, a memory he could hear. It was softer, but she would talk into his ears cause he was going deaf. The blonde little boy listening as Edith had to come up with a story on the fly, one quick to to soothe him and get him to sleep. At the end of her little story, he had looked up at her and told her.....

❝ She'd tell me stories just for me; told her once I'd be grow up and be a cowboy. Ride into town and save damsels, promised save her. ❞ Clint thought if he just been a better kid, a perfect son than Harold would get better. That his mother would feel braver, be happier; if he had just worked hard enough even as a kid. Always felt like he should have impressed everyone, but got into trouble and that started with Barney dragging him in first. Be the cowboy hero, save himself and his mom.

THAT STORY ISN'T EVEN MEANT TO HANG ONTO THE HARSH REALITY. IT WAS SIMPLY A FRESH MEMORY.

Speaking of their time travel adventures, Clint's favorites had been the old West, meeting the real cowboys and riding with them. ❝ I miss Two-Gun, you know someone is making a new biopic about him. It's gonna be terrible, I already know it. ❞ Of course, Hawkeye the partner of Two-Gun would think that, all things considered. They had a fast and good friendship.

❝ You're really trying to make this whole camping thing into a glamping thing, huh? ❞ That subtly confirms the future that they would have plans together, things that were outside of superhero team ups. Clint would love the idea that they'd go riding as well. If Tony doesn't remember that Clint has a horse, he remembered fondly, and was such a cowboy; he was the closest thing to a horse girl he could be as well.

SMALL TOWN, RIGHT? ❝ Yeah, small town. Waverly, armpit of Iowa. E'eryone knew him, e'eryone knew e'eryone. Unless you were a vegetable⸺ ❞ He means vegetarian, Clint was talkative but it still had been a draining day. ❝ You probably bought your meat from Harold Barton, 's why we rarely closed the store down. Holidays, from seven am to two, it'd be a big rush to get your meats in before he closed it down for the day. ❞ Everyone knew Harold, they seemed to like him despite his problems. The Bartons did alright, even if most of the money did go wasted.

❝ Always got told every year we were looking more like him, gonna be a respectable man like him. ❞ He swats at the air, because he does not take this seriously at all.

Clint quick to turn back to laughs as they stare at the screen together a few more minutes. Tony's ranting starts to crack him up. ANIMAL THAT FUCKS TO DEATH. That gets him to shake his head, laugh because this is why he wanted to put on conspiracy tv. It'd drive Tony Stark up a way.

The image of the suit flashes on the screen. It's blurry, heavily doctored and the fake historian tries to explain that this was the result of an ancient race of blah blah blah. ❝ I know your suit is very impressive, Tony, and your origin story is so inspiring. ❞ It may seem like he is taunting, but Clint found it incredible once he knew the story, once Tony announced it to the world.

YOU MIGHT BE SMARTER THAN ME.

❝ Hey now, I just told you I dropped out of school at eleven, and you can't geet me to break character. ❞ Here's the flip side of faking it until you make it. Clint's got a knack for wanting people to underestimate him, but if everyone believes he is dumb and he acts dumb. Isn't he making himself dumber? ❝ Come on. You're telling me your ego doesn't like listening to batshit stupid and knowing at least, thank god, you aren't THAT? ❞

Tony is loving hearing about Clint's childhood. Even the little hints at the bad. Not that he likes that Clint went through it. If he could go back in time and save little Clint and his mom and brother, Tony would do it in a second, but he'd had enough experience in time travel to know that wouldn't work. The past had to happen to lead to now and he could go back and save every single one of his friends from their abusive parents, and they'd just end up in a different timeline where different things happened.

This was serendipity. A whole bunch of shitty events that led to Clint being in his arms right now. He'd change it if he could, but he's still pleased with this part. He hopes the shit has ended. He hopes that they can just move forward into something together.

"Little cowboy Clint," he said. "We should go riding together sometime. Be like all our time travel adventures, only in a time with working plumbing and smart phones. Maybe that camping trip you want to go on, can be a riding thing. There's some kind of horse trail in the Appalachians right? I remember all the horse girls I grew up with always talked about it."

He leaned in against Clint a little and sighed. He wanted to know more. He wanted to know everything. But he didn't know what questions to ask. "Small town, right? They all knew your dad?" See even that was getting risky. He didn't want this to turn into a session of talking about how the world had let Clint down. He already knew that the world had let Clint down. There were so many places other people should have stepped in and didn't.

He groaned again at the show. "I just don't get it. The universe is so fucking amazing. There's so much to actually learn. I learn knew crazy ass shit every day. There's an animal in Australia that fucks itself to death. Like literally it just fucks and fucks and fucks, not eating, not drinking. And the males will fall apart while they're fucking. That's crazy! I made that suit," he said pointing to the TV. "I made the prototype for it in a fucking cave! I solved cold fusion in a cave with a car battery and spare parts! That beasts whatever fucking bullshit this story is. Why change the story when reality is so much more interesting?"

He sat up and looked at Clint, his thumb brushed along his jaw. "You're smart without needing to compare yourself to these brain dead idiots. You're smart Clint. Sometimes I think you might be smarter than me."

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volleychumps · 4 years ago

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Defending S/O From Jealous Girls (Kuroo, Kageyama, and Tsukishima )

enjoy!!!!

warning(s):bullying!!!(tw) , boys who bite at anything that touches you<3

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Kuroo

“Oops! My bad, Y/N- you should really watch where you’re going.”

You rub your shoulder with a frown as the long-haired girl in front of you feigns innocence, eyes glinting with a venemous edge before you huff, leaning down to pick up your phone. A hand beats you to it, snatching the device in a way that had you flinching before a hand settles warmly atop your head.

“Kitten, you good?”

Of course.

You sigh, seeing that the girl who had an obvious crush on your boyfriend had stepped to the side, lock of hair already twirled around her finger while her lips curled up in a flirtatious smile. Kuroo kept his feral eyes on you with a questioning look in his eyes as you offer a strained grin, taking the phone from him before glancing at the perpetrator.

“Rika, did you need something?”

“Kuroo-senpai, can I ask for your help on this upcoming assignment?”

She blatantly ignores you, but Kuroo kept his gaze focused on your now shattered expression, seeing you hadn’t answered his original question. Distractedly, he merely shrugs at Rika before slipping his hand warmly into yours, tugging you along gently down the hall.

The pissed-off expression of Rika’s still went unnoticed as you smile gratefully, following him along as Kuroo slips your conjoined hands into his jacket pocket. Feral eyes glance at your tired expression as Kuroo stops in the middle of the now empty hall, causing you to blink out of your thoughts.

“Tetsurou, we need to get to class-”

“Whatever you’re thinking about, quit it.”

You tilt your head as if you don’t know what he’s talking about, plastic smile already tugging at the edge of your lips.

“Huh-?”

“Babe.”

Kuroo’s motions are careful as his large hands rest on either side of your neck, thumbs gently tracing the contour of your cheeks as his sharp eyes seem to pin you in place. His chest sinks when the smile on your face slowly fades, your eyes brimming with unshed heat before he sighs.

“How long?”

“What-?”

“I’m not dumb, sweetheart. So you either give me names and how long they’ve been giving you shit- or I interrogate any female I’ve ever seen you with. Your choice.”

“...Rika’s really pretty, no?” Your voice cracks, smiling sadly as insecurity brims your tone, Kuroo’s grip on you seeming to weaken at your words. “Maybe they’re right. Maybe I’m just not-”

“I will take you right here, in the middle of this hall.”

“Tetsurou-!” You scold, a smirk crossing Kuroo’s lazy features before he tugs you into his chest, tucking your head into the crook of his neck seemingly deep in thought as the raven-haired boy strokes your hair. He mumbles, other hand wrapped around your body protectively as his lips move against the top of your head.

“If it makes you realize how beautiful you actually are, kitten, I don’t object-”

“I can’t stand you sometimes.”

“So...no?”

Kuroo grins at the feel of your laughter against his neck, lifting your chin upwards to encase your lips with his heatedly as your figners clench at the back of his shirt material-

sharp eyes flitting in the direction of a teary-eyed Rika.

She runs off from her hiding place when he makes threatening eye contact with her in the midst of kissing you harder, hand on the back of your hair entwining with the strands for effect. One was off the list now, for sure.

“Names, sweetheart.” He pulls back gently, kissing your slightly swollen eyelid as his thumb strokes your cheek lovingly.

“I want them by the end of the day.”

Kageyama

“Oi. Snap out of it.”

Your dazed expression becomes alert at the feel of Kageyama touching a cold can against your cheek, the blue-eyed boy arching his brow in worry.

“Sorry, um...” You seem frazzled, looking over your shoulder now and then as Kageyama casts you a second worried glance as he occupies the space next to you on the school bench. He pokes the straw into his milk, casually tossing an arm around you afterward-

certainly not expecting to hear a yelp.

He flinches, retracting his arm back in a jerking motion. “What?! What’s wrong?”

“My shoulder...” You clench your teeth. “It’s really sore.”

“Did you bump it against something?” Kageyama sweat dropped, reaching a hand up to rest on the back of his neck worriedly. The awkward tension in his movements made you laugh, but it came out a little forced.

“Nope. I’m going to get some relieving patches from the nurse’s office, don’t wait up!” You seemed skittish, the pained look in your eye not going unnoticed by your analytical boyfriend. His calls for you died on the blue-eyed boy’s lips, sighing when you’re so rushed you leave your phone behind.

He picks it up, about to slip it into his bag to give it to you later, until your phone lights up with a text message-

multiple text messages.

Kageyama’s blue eyes scan them before he can think. He hadn’t meant to read your messages, but he’s suddenly glad he stumbled upon them. The word bitch was prominently used, attacking you for dating the popular setter. Kageyama could feel heat rush to his head, jaw clenching at what he was reading.

If yesterday’s lesson didn’t teach you enough, it won’t just be your shoulder next time.

He lifted himself out of his seat, milk box crushed within his fist. Blue orbs barely scanned the name of the sender, thanking his good memory for remembering such a useless girl. She was in your class, and he briefly remember you awkwardly bringing her up.

“Tobio, I told you not to wait-”

“Come on.”

Your eyes widen when Kageyama tugs on your good arm, the aura around him borderline dangerous. Worriedly, your questions of where he was bringing you failed to drown out the ringing in your boyfriend’s ears.

“You don’t like holding hands in front of people-” You start, cheeks heating up when you reach the front of your classroom.

“Y/N. You know you can trust me, right?” He’s still not looking at you, staring stoically at the shut classroom door.

Subconsciously, you touch your shoulder as guilt brims your orbs. “I didn’t want to make it difficult for you-”

“Well, that’s fine.” You tilt your head as Kageyama slams the door open, glancing back at you with anger swimming in his blue orbs.

“Because this shouldn’t be difficult.”

You held back a sigh. Kageyama was the type to deal with these types of things head on, for the raven-haired boy never really cared much about what people thought of him. You embarrassedly trudge behind him as he walks in with ease, stopping in front of a certain someone’s desk that had your breath catching in your throat. Everything begins to make sense when Kageyama slips your phone out of his pocket.

“You have a crush on me or something?” He bluntly asks, disinterest flitting around his blue eyes as you watch your bully’s jaw slacken, cheeks filling with embarrassment. “Is that why you’ve been harassing my girlfriend?”

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about, Kageyama-Kun!”

You shouldn’t have felt as justified as you did as Kageyama lets your phone fall on her desk, the messages staring back up at her as Aika’s eyes brim with unshed tears.

“Expect an assault charge reported to the school tomorrow. Good job digging your own grave.” Kageyama’s cold voice sent a collective shiver down everyone’s spine before he promptly tugs you out of the classroom. You barely caught a glance at Aika’s trembling form before Kageyama’s leaning you against the now empty hallway.

Lunchtime was over now, that was for sure.

“Tobio, you didn’t-”

“Let me adjust your patch. You didn’t put it on right.” He ignores you, still sorting out his emotions before he’s gently tugging your shirt off your shoulder slightly, peeling the patch off of your skin to reposition it.

“Are you mad?” Your voice was quiet as he solely focused on the task at hand.

“Yeah.” You flinch, feeling guilty at his blunt tone-

until his forehead touches your shoulder, his breath fanning against your skin.

“You know I’ll protect you no matter what, right?”

Kageyama’s chest finally settled, feeling tears of relief beginning to soak his shoulder as you smiled into his embrace, wrapping your arms around him.

“Yeah.” You breathily laugh, Kageyama’s grip tightening slightly-

And he dug his face deeper into your shoulder, hiding a small lilt of his lips he didn’t want you to see.

Tsukishima

“You’re late.”

“I told you I wouldn’t miss it.”

You beam in the face of your unamused boyfriend, the blonde sighing heavily as the squeak of sneakers fade out into the background. What mattered was that you came.

“Any particular reason?” Tsukishima absent-mindedly twirled a strand of your hair around his finger, tilting his head in a bored fashion as you seem to stiffen in place.

“Um, no?”

“Who knew my girlfriend was such a terrible liar.” Tsukishima pried further, arching a brow as you chew your bottom lip, looking everywhere but him. “Seriously, what’s going through that pretty little head?”

“You think I’m pretty?” You seem to perk up at that, and Tsukishima flicks your temple as he begins to walk off to warm up.

“Shut up.” He glances back at you, gaze softer than his usual hard stare.

“...”

“What?”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“Really? I didn’t notice.”

Tsukishima’s irritation begins to show on his face before you giggle, feeling more relaxed than before as you motion that you’re going to find your seat. You mouth a good luck to him, pretending not to notice the redness on the tips of the blonde’s ears as he spins on his heel hastily. So cute.

Your smile fades when a smile that was just a bit too wide waves you to come sit with them. You wondered if you had a choice as your footsteps slow in their movement.

“Y/N’s here~”

“Looks like you can see after all. I underestimated you.”

“Wha- You’re the one with the glasses!”

Tsukishima smirks at how easy it was to rile Hinata up, hazel eyes flitting over to the stands. He would never admit it, but knowing you were in the bleachers somewhere-

Scratch that. He knew exactly where you were on the bleachers.

Ice-cold, dripping with water. A water bottle being held upside down in a girl’s grasp, a girl who was vaguely familiar.

“Tsukishima, we’re about to play-!”

“Then put someone else in.” The tall blonde’s voice was hardened as he brushed past his team captain, fire on his heels at what he had witnessed.

The heat in your eyes contrasted greatly with the ice cold water dripping down your back. Yuki giggled brightly with her friend stifling a laugh into her palm, a feigned pout on her lips as everyone in the stands stared at your trembling form.

“Y/N-chan! You’re so clumsy!” Yuki squealed, bending down to pretend to wipe up some of the water on your lap with her scarf. Her voice drops to a mutter. “And forgetful. Didn’t I tell you not to come to Tsukishima-Kun’s game today?”

Your eyes widen a fraction, trembling lips beginning to part before a warmth suddenly cascades your cold body.

“And pray tell, why should she listen to your advice?”

Tsukishima’s voice sounded kind, but his eyes were anything but, protectively tugging you out of your soaking seat. You feel the rise of his chest, eyes widening when you realize he ran to get here.

Yuki’s lips trembled before a sweet smile overtakes her features. You could’ve laughed as she begins to sniffle.

“Kei-Kun! Y/N-chan had a little bit of a spill, and I was just-”

“Helping her?” He finishes for her, smile growing a little sadistic. He focuses his attention on you, clenching his teeth at the smile you offer him. A trembling one that said I’m okay.

“Funny. Because I saw the whole thing.”

“I-It’s a misunderstanding-”

“Oi.” Tsukishima’s fake smile drops, jaw clenched. You tug on his arm, not wanting to cause a scene, but he merely slips it out of your grasp, pushing you behind him. His glasses seem to shine a little as his lips quirk up yet again.

“Ugly girls shouldn’t lie, it leaves them with nothing worth doting for, you know? Hm?” He pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose, smiling a closed eye smile. “And who gave you permission to call me by my first name? It’s Tsukishima. With an honorific.”

You wince at the harsh insult that slaps Yuki across the face, flabbergasted expression still evident on your face as he takes you by the shoulders, spinning you around with a now pissed-off expression.

“Yuri.” He looks back, getting her name wrong on purpose. “Don’t let me catch you helping my girlfriend again, got it?”

She hiccups over her tears as the guy she likes walks off with you, who was still trying to grasp at what had just happened as he leads you to the hallway.

“Y-You’re match is on right now-”

“So?”

“You’re a regular! You need to be-”

“Shut up. I know exactly where I need to be right now.” Tsukishima snips, drying off the rest of the water as he kneels in front of you, a cup of hot tea from the vending machine warming your hands. “Don’t tell me what to do.”

“Kei...”

“I’m sorry.” It comes out rushed and distracted, but Tsukishima’s momentary pause of his movements made you think it was anything but. “They bothered you because of me, right?”

You nod slightly, biting the inside of your cheek before he flicks your temple, suddenly irritated.

“What a pain.”

“Why-?”

You gasp softly, hands tightening around your paper cup as he brushes his lips across your forehead, hand resting on your neck.

“Tell me when things happen.”

“Mm.”

“Don’t bottle it up inside. It’s annoying.”

“Mm.”

“And stop smiling like an idiot.”

“But you kissed me. You kissed me first.”

“I’ll leave you here.”

“No you won’t.”

Tsukishima groaned, tilting his head back to sigh heavily as his heart pounds in his ears. Quickly, he presses a chaste kiss to your lips that has your eyes as wide as saucers, tugging you out of your seated position while refusing to look back at you.

“You’re right,” You stare at his flushed neck, following closely behind him back to the tournament.

His hand tightens in yours ever so slightly-

“I’m never leaving you alone like that again. Understand? Or do I have to spell it out for you?”

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topgunruinedme · 2 years ago

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Less Than Achievable - Part One

Master list

Next Chapter - Part 2.

on Ao3.

Synopsis: The time Jake was finally shown he meant something to someone.

Hangman whump

Jake knew he was different to the others; he knew he was less. He had bee told all his life he was lesser, everyone else was more important than him. Lesser, unworthy trash. He learnt to be selfish, to protect himself, he was nothing, no one. If he wasn’t selfish, he wouldn’t get anywhere. There were no such things as friends, only people who want something from you. He learnt that the hard way. He had been stabbed in the back too many times to trust blindly.

So, he pushed people away, and he became the arsehole. He got good grades; he was a part of the football team to stay in shape. To protect himself, when he graduated as valedictorian, he joined the Navy. One step away from his family. Away from the judgmental eyes, away from the father who was attached to the bottle. Away from his neglectful mother. Away from the life he knew.

He kept himself safe the only way he knew how, he pushed everyone away. He was vial, mean, and horrible to people, he made people cry and pushed buttons until people couldn’t bear to look at him without a sneer. This felt more familiar.

He earnt his name Hangman, he couldn’t trust anyone to watch his back on the ground why would he be able to in the air? It was cliché, perhaps he deserved the name. A man with a noose always around his neck seemed to fit him perfectly.

Of cause he knew the real reason for his call sign, he knew over the years it changed “leave us high and dry” leaving people to die, abandoning his wingman. He may have worked in his early years to push people away, but his reputation did that for him now. People refused to fly with him, going as far as leaving squadrons to get away from him.

He flies by himself, or he didn’t fly at all, his father taught him that lesson well. He would not be responsible for another death on his hands. So, he kept everyone at a safe distance, safe from him. They couldn’t know if they knew he was lesser they would kick him out. He knew they had been looking for reasons to get rid of him for years. Everything he had worked towards would be gone. Everyone would know again; how useless he was. He would be suffocating again, his noose tightened. So, he played his part well.

If he was enough of a dick and played at people sot spots, pressing their wounds hard enough to make them weep. Then no one bothered him, no one wanted to deal with him. No one wanted to be around him, if he acted like a dick people underestimated him.

He wished he could say it was lonely, but it felt like home. Familiar, like something he had been missing since he left home.

People assumed he was a dumb blond Texan boy, who couldn’t have any brains. He knew, so he acted up in class. In the privacy of his room, he wrote note after note until he had an entire book filled with only one lesson, studying it until he physically couldn’t anymore. He had to know every problem, every scenario, every move, every possible frailer. He would not fail. He couldn’t.

”Just another fuck up” his father's voice snarled at him as he attempted to take notes during class on a flight scenario. His jaw ticked and his grip on his pen tightened. He ignored it.

Even after all that studying, all those nights he had forfeited of sleep to be ready. All those nights he neglected Coyote and the others to stay in. all that time to be the best. And he wasn’t.

He had been shot down in an embarrassingly short time. Maverick had been pulling moves he had never seen before, which is what lead him to be huddled in the storage level of the carrier instead of at the Hard Deck with the others.

He wasn’t sure who was more surprised when he stumbled into Admiral Kazansky. The man had recently won his long battle with cancer, still on the road to recovery. He looked well for a man who a few months ago was almost on death's door, then again Jake knew all about facades.

The man seemed surprised to see him as Jake snapped into a salute, the Admiral waved him off from his spot leaning against the steel wall behind a wooden crate.

The man didn’t ask him to leave so Jake continued with his search, opening box after box until he found them. The past year Top Gun flight manuals, going as far back as 1980. Jake wasn’t sure when the admiral moved but one moment, he was against the wall watching him the next he was silently digging through the boxed with him retreating manual after manual.

You are less, you have no right to talk to them. Keep your eyes down boy, no one wants dirt looking at them.

“What are you doing down here sir?” Jake asked carefully, Keep your head down. Don’t speak unless spoken to.

He kept his gaze firmly away from the higher-ranking male as the admiral chuckled softly to his right, “Even I need an escape from Maverick sometimes” the Admiral admitted.

Jake shifted through the box pulling out another manual and adding it to his stack, 11, 12. He mentally counted them as he added more. He would need to read these before his next hop in 4 days, which didn’t leave him much time to read and study all the manuals. He would only be able to go over them maybe 3 or 4 times.

“What are you doing here son? Why aren’t you out at a bar or out with your friends?” the Admiral asked the distracted student who was still mentally calculating how much sleep he would have to give up in the next four days to complete his new workload.

“I don’t have friends” Jake countered the question distractedly, missing the older man’s frown as he shifted to a new box. “Studying is important, I need to study” he offered the Admiral, the image of the perfect student; the perfect man his father had drilled into him. Give the answer they want, studying students were better than parting students. Surely the Admiral would agree.

He swallowed hard as if trying to swallow down the lie he had told the man. Only it wasn’t a lie, was it?

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imwastingmylifehere · 3 years ago

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Okay, I can't wait to offend so many people with this chapter and I do encourage you to share this with... certain people.

So, this is mainly about Annabeth, which kind of helps my point with this.

If you didn't know, Annabeth Chase and Grover Underwood were recently cast, and Annabeth is black, and Grover is desi. Which is an amazing thing, by the way.

But, this of course comes with backlash.

Here's the thing: People fucking hate the casting for Annabeth

I, personally, think it's really odd and a double standard because when Grover was cast as Black in the movies and Southeast Asian in the musical no one gave a shit. And it's really weird because that means that you are fine with poc so long as they are in the sideline or are perfect

Which is kind of racist.

But we aren't here to speak about Grover. I mean, this is the PJO fandom when do we speak of the G-man.

We are here, however, to speak about Annabeth and your reaction to Leah.

One of the first arguments as to why she shouldn't be black is because in the books she was white.

Utter bullshit. Annabeth was just described as having blond and curly hair, that can mean a very wide variety of races. Y'all just assumed.

Annabeth being black would be a very reasonable assumption since... I mean, have you ever seen black hair? And you can dye it blond. It's not that hard, though it can be very damaging.

Also, braids exist. Like, literally Beyonce had blond box braids and wore them on her lemonade album cover, you can look it up, and every black girl I know has had them in at some point, myself included.

And it lasts a long time. It'd probably be the best option for Annabeth because it requires zero (0) maintenance and can last a month or two. You don't even need to wash it that often.

This is the most basic and utterly pointless argument I have seen when it comes to Annabeth, and one that takes no effort to put down., and doesn't often lead to people taking offense to the truth.

However my next point can and will.

Everyone says that Annabeth needs to white because of what she represents when it comes to stereotypes in women. She should be white because of feminism.

This is one of those times where I step back and think of what feminism in America is and what it represents.

To answer that question, no it's not for "all women." It's for white women. Almost all mainstream feminism is white feminism.

If you've never heard of the term, allow me to explain. White feminism is feminism with no regard for intersectionality. Most people automatically pull the race card, but that isn't always true. Intersectionality is two minorities in one person. So, white feminism is for anyone who is cishet and white.

It's important to note that not all white people who are feminists are white feminists. So long as you acknowledge that literally everyone else has it worse than you, you're good!

Now, if you don't think white feminism exists, you are most likely a white feminist.

When it comes to Annabeth, her feminism comes down to this: being underestimated and delivering a much better result than anyone else.

And, yeah, that's fucking powerful. And as women, this can happen.

However, it doesn't happen to blonds.

The whole "dumb blond" trope is something expelled into the media to promote the "not like other girls" agenda. We can see this in almost any media that has a strong female lead.

In ACOTAR, Feyre is different from her sisters because she is modest. In Shadow and Bone, Alina is different because she struggled and doesn't care about looks. Hell, Taylor Swift during her yeehaw phase was different because she wears t-shirts and is on the bleachers.

It's something constantly thrown onto women, that's rooted in the fact that women can't do anything right.

For example, if a girl wears makeup, she's an attention seeker. If a girl plays sports, she's trying to impress a guy. If a girl likes science, she's a socially dead nerd. A woman can't do anything without it being something bad.

So to have Annabeth embrace her femininity and still be this intelligent and strong person is bound to speak to everyone.

But it hits so much harder when you're a POC. Allow me to explain.

Black people in general have a lot of stereotypes. I can give you a list right now:

The drug dealer, the whore, the innocent, the sporty, the murderer, the angry black woman, etc.

The most prevalent black stereotype is that black people simply cannot be smart. At all.

And black people are always seen as less than white people, even if they don't mean it.

For example, people have asked to pet me.

Yes, you read that right. Fucking pet my hair. Not touch. Pet. Like a fucking dog.

And it can end up going so much deeper than that. Take a look at BLM! Black people are seen as disposable, and we aren't.

Do you know what it feels like to learn that the same people who claim to fight for your rights hate you? Do you know what it feels like to be tossed around a group of white women who want to pet you? Do you know what it feels like to never be seen as smart? To never be seen as kind? Do you know what it's like to see a black woman in media and only see the angry black woman? To only be seen as either perfect or just a flaw?

No. You don't. And you never will, because you will always have the privilege.

I am always underestimated, no matter what I'm doing.

So you will never understand the joy little brown girls will feel when they see someone just like them. A girl who has melanin and is dragged through the fucking mud for it, but still goes on. She goes on and becomes better than them. Better than the lady who asked to pet her hair. Better than the man who said black women can only be angry. A girl who triumphed and is allowed to breathe. She's amazing but she's allowed to be too prideful and too impulsive and she is allowed to grow.

When I was little I would've cried. Hell, I cried today.

Every single movie and book and show is catered to you and to your ideas of feminism. So you can fucking spare me with your "blond rep" bullshit.

#also why are we attacking these children?#leave them be #just say your racist and leave #percy jackson #walker scobell #annabeth chase #leah sava jeffries #grover underwood #aryan simhadri #percy jackson casting

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lundya366 · 3 years ago

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To the PJO fans:

Just some food for thought about the casting (from the pov of a black woman). Admittedly I don't see a lot of the back and forth because I like to live in the blissfulness of the unknown when it comes to fandom bickering.

I feel like those who wanted a white, blonde Annabeth and those of us that are thrilled with a black Annabeth have more in common than you think. Everyone is familiar with the dumb blonde stereotype and the bullying (I wouldn't say oppression) that can come with that. But black girls intelligence has been undermined for just as long. We are underrepresented and underestimated in academic settings. I'm in STEM and for the last two semesters have been the ONLY black girl in my classes. (And honestly it could've been longer than that but idk bc online classes)

So maybe Annabeth won't look exactly like you (blonde and fair skinned) but her experience will be similar to yours. Plus black girls have had to relate to the personalities of characters for years because relating to looks wasn't an option because there were no black girls, especially not smart, strong ones capable of being leaders. I think it's great Leah was chosen and I'm not saying don't be disappointed but I think you're still going to be able to see a lot of the traits in Annabeth you hoped to (assuming they've written and characterized her correctly in the show).

Just a thought

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negans-lucille-tblr · 4 years ago

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Too Close (Absent Sequel) - Chapter Two

Summary: Dean and Y/N are finally happy and settled in Paris, but there’s something threatening to disturb their peace - and with them comes secrets and betrayal.

Rating: 18+ (Smut/Angst/Fluff - Dark scenes)

Chapter Tags: angst, mentions of smut, mentions of taking drugs, hints of non con, mentions of male masturbation, mentions of nudes, daddy kink

Chapter WC: ± 2.2K

A/Ns: Please send me an ask to be tagged in this series!

This fic is currently being posted four weeks (8 chapters) ahead on Discord.

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Chapter Two

Sam’s POV

> Miss you so much Daddy, need your cock so badly x

Sam stares at the text that’s just come through and sighs as he pushes back in his office chair and closes his laptop. He purses his lips as he reads the text again, and then glances out of his office window, towards the pool. He misses seeing Y/N take her nightly swims, watching the way she would glide back and forth through the water, in those tiny teasing bikinis she used to wear. Fuck, what he wouldn’t give to see that again right now. He’s been stressed for weeks, and he needs some kind of relief. It didn’t take him long to start understanding why Dean used to bury himself in pussy and coke when he wasn’t working. Sam had never really been one for the more colourful side of the industry, always too busy focusing on getting to where he is now, but he had underestimated just how much weight would be on his shoulders, being the sole man in charge.

He’d considered hiring a right hand man, but he didn’t trust anyone - not even Dean. He couldn’t give Dean any kind of position that could let him worm his way back into power. Besides, Dean wasn’t even interested, too busy with everything he suddenly had going for him in Paris. At first, Sam didn’t have the same hold over Cas that Dean supposedly did, because Cas didn’t quiver every time Sam barked an order like he had with Dean. Dean had had a way with Cas that got things done, that Sam had never really figured out. But he’d found his own ways of getting into Cas’ good books eventually. About eighteen months ago, Sam found himself getting his knuckles dirty with Claire’s boyfriend’s blood.

He pretended he was beating the guy up for violating Claire when she got a little too out of it, at yet another company function she’d dragged him to, but Sam knew exactly who the douchebag he would be sending away in an ambulance was. He was the guy that introduced Y/N to drugs and partying, and turned her into one of those girls for a while. Sam’s not dumb, he knows the asshole probably took advantage of his little girl any chance he got at those parties, and that very thought had Sam seeing red, until that same red stained his clothes. Cas had been so grateful that Sam had stepped in, and since that day he’d been a little more respectful of Sam as his new boss.

But Cas wasn’t the only one who was grateful. The first time Claire offered her appreciation, Sam found them both alone in his office, with her biting her lip and rounding his side of the desk, leaning back on it and stretching out her long bare legs in front of her. Sam can remember how the tiny mini skirt she was wearing that day did barely anything to cover her decency, and he wonders what he’d have made of Y/N wearing something that slutty around an older man that she didn’t truly know all that well. Claire’s intentions were clear the moment she pushed her hair back over her shoulder to make sure her low cut top showed enough cleavage. Sam had been particularly stressed that day, and he’d had no trouble taking it out on the blonde the same age as Y/N, as he bent her over his desk and let her thank him for his help, eventually shooting his load down the back of her throat.

At the time, it had been a while since Sam had let go like that. He’d been so focused on the business and then on Y/N, he hadn’t realised how much better he felt with some relief. And work kept him in Kansas far more often than he’d hoped, meaning that he barely got to go to Paris. And Y/N has only been back here once. So without her around as much as he’d like, he had needed something to take the edge off that was a little more local - and Claire was just that. He hadn’t expected her to want to repeat that evening in his office, but she came back only a few days later with wide eyes and a playful smirk, and Sam figured there was no harm in fucking her against the office door, and making her scream out his name as he thought about Y/N and how tight she’d feel around his cock.

Claire became a regular thing. Every few days she’d turn up and he’d take out all his frustrations on her, fuck her until she could barely walk straight back to her Daddy, and he’d leave around little bags of product for her to find, which always kept her coming back. And Sam wanted her to come back. Claire was the only thing making his job just a little easier to handle, and it helped that everytime he sank his cock inside whatever hole she offered him, he’d think of Y/N. If Sam knew Claire was coming, he’d flick through the photos of Y/N he still had on his phone and get himself worked up in preparation. Sam had even got Claire calling him Daddy. It didn’t sound right in her mouth at first, but he soon got used to it, making her scream it every time he near enough split her in two. She’d be so high and out of her mind, she’d do anything he demanded of her. A real little slut her real Daddy would be so proud of.

Claire was turning Sam into everything he’d always condemned Dean for, but he didn’t care. Maybe if he was more like her Daddy, Y/N would finally want him.

But Sam put a stop to all that when Y/N finally came back to Kansas for Christmas. He’d realised that Claire was only a distraction, and not the placeholder he had tried to make her. With Claire scratching at least some of the itch, Sam had let his focus slip from the real prize, and he couldn’t have that. Having Y/N around made him realise that - made him remember what he really wanted. Claire paled in comparison to his darling niece and always would. No matter how slutty, needy and desperate for his attention she was. He only wanted to give that to Y/N now.

She’s his, she belongs to him, and now that he’s got the business and there’s no chance of Dean taking it back without a fight, Sam’s starting to regret ever letting his brother anywhere near Y/N. He had figured Dean would get bored of her by now. Lord knows Dean’s barely lasted more than a few days with any other girl. Hell, he couldn’t even keep it in his pants for a month after finding out Jamie was pregnant. Sam had been positive that Dean would’ve conquered Y/N, used her up and moved on after a few weeks of sex fuelled nights in Paris. Sam was half expecting Dean to come back to Kansas with his tail between his legs, and beg Sam for some kind of position in the company.

But Dean has bigger and better things in Paris apparently. He has that hotel, and he’d bought a couple of restaurants since then, and most importantly, he still has Y/N. If only Dean knew - but he could never know. Sam’s fairly sure Dean would kill him if he ever found out the truth about Y/N. And not just who her real father is - something Sam spent years making himself forget, perfecting it so well he truly did start seeing himself as Y/N’s uncle. But Dean couldn’t find out about the other stuff either. Dean could never find out that Sam had put all those dirty thoughts into Y/N’s head about fucking him. Dean could never even think that Sam had taught his baby girl how to fuck herself, or showed her porn, or put her up to those seductive photos.

At the thought of them, Sam reaches for his cell and opens the private folder. He clicks the first thumbnail and his eyes meet with the bikini top pushed to one side, revealing her hard nipple. All pink and perfect and just right for between his teeth. It feels like a whole lifetime ago now, when she’d trusted him enough to send him these photos, desperate for the validation she was craving from her daddy. Needy and eager to know she was desirable, that she was one of those slutty little girls that Dean ruined for breakfast and forgot about by lunch. She’d trusted Sam with that. He should’ve taken his opportunity whilst he had it. If he’d have been smarter, he probably could’ve gotten everything he wanted in one fell swoop. The business and Y/N. At the very least he should’ve swooped in to take her a lot sooner, before she was settled and living the perfect dream life with Dean in Paris.

He had had every intention of making her his the first time he visited Paris, only six months after they moved there, but after Sam caught her stuffed full with his brother a few days into his trip, Dean had spent the remainder of Sam’s time there trying to make things right and justifying what he and Y/N were doing together, and Sam had to act like he didn’t know - that he wasn’t any the wiser. Sure they’d both suggested in the past that their feelings for Y/N weren’t natural, but it was a far cry from acting on it. And Sam could no longer play blissfully ignorant to the fact that his brother was fucking his little girl. Sam had tried to at least pretend to have to come around to the idea - and it wasn’t all that hard. He still wasn’t okay with it. But Dean didn’t have to know it was jealousy that tainted his acceptance, and not disgust.

So his first trip hadn’t gone as planned, and then business got stressful. Sam had always been respected by people, but he’d never been seen as the top dog, and he’d heard the rumours about Dean and his daughter running off to France and why that might be. Sam ignored them all for the most part, but didn’t mind setting some records straight when he needed to. It had been a swim upstream for him the last couple of years, but finally, he thinks he might be keeping his head above choppy waters. Especially now he’s not inviting Claire around to distract him. It had been six months since she’d last been of any use to him, but she still tried. She’d send him texts begging for his cock, turn up to try (and fail) to seduce him, and sometimes she even sent slutty photos of what he’s supposedly missing. At that thought, his eyes glance back to his cell, and he smirks softly, scrolling to the next photo of Y/N. It doesn’t matter how many times he sees the image of her naked and sitting with her legs spread in that closet, it still never fails to get Sam’s cock painfully hard, and he mindlessly opens his slacks to sort out the problem he’s suddenly found himself with.

Sam’s feeling just a little better when he eventually leaves his office, and finds Dean still in his. Usually Dean’s eager to get back to Paris after showing his face and making an attempt to catch up with his brother for a day or two, so Sam’s surprised to see he’s still here, almost a week later. And after a little conversation about it, Sam learns that Dean’s avoiding her. This could be his way in. Plus, it gets him out of Kansas for a little while, maybe Claire will finally get the hint too. Dean can’t give Y/N what she wants, and Sam knows that guilt is gonna crush him sooner or later, and he’ll leave Y/N alone and vulnerable, and Sam needs to be around when that happens. If he starts laying the groundwork now, Y/N is bound to turn to him for comfort.

"So, London is a distraction," Sam finally says, watching Dean sigh and rub his eyes.

"She just needs a new project, that's all," Dean insists. "Once she gets planning and designing in London she'll forget about all of this." Sam nods slowly, understanding Dean’s logic, but hoping it fails, before he clears his throat.

“Listen, I need a break, why don’t I come back to Paris with you? Having me around might help to distract Y/N a little bit too, help keep her mind off things, and it gives you a break too.” Dean purses his lips a little and considers Sam’s words.

“Yeah, that sounds good, Sammy,” he agrees. “Thank you.”

“Of course, so let me tie up a few business things and we can leave within the hour.”

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athyathye · 3 years ago

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Twisted

CHAPTER 2

Warnings ⚠️: Violence and profanities!

⏮Previous // Next ⏭

“Whaddya say, punk? Say it again I dare you.” The blonde male continued to strike punch after punch on the already beaten up form of the person underneath him.

“You better be damn glad I was the one caught you saying that bullcrap, any of the others and I swear, you’d be better off living in the hospital” A menacing aura that the male had given off choked the beaten male, looking up to the person who had been giving him hell.

“So what was it again? ‘Crux’? Could take down Toman in a heartbeat? Don’t make me laugh b*stard. Nobody’s even heard of that gang.” Draken asked, the sadistic smile he had covered the other parts of his face, making it prominent, that same smile that lightly traumatized the poor b*stard but still had enough confidence to utter out some words

“Don’t underestimate Crux. We’re more than what Toman is.”

“That so? Go to f*cking hell then b*stard” The last words that Draken had said were also the last words he heard before he fell in a state of unconsciousness from the direct blow to his head, it was nothing serious, but definitely an injury that should be taken care of for a month.

Once Draken made sure the person in front of him was knocked out, he glanced behind. The smaller figure of a male could be seen through the shadows, sitting on a crate with his mouth-filled.

“Looks like a new attention grabbing gang, Mikey. What should we do now?” Both boys' heads whipped, to the guy who had been trembling in the corner, no way of escaping as he waited for the inevitable beating he was about to experience himself.

You were about to leave your room, not bothering to change out of your dress, you were in a hurry after all.

That was until a hand suddenly appeared beside your head while you were contacting other people from your phone.

"What do you want?" You had no time left to beat around the bush, no time to play a psychological insult game that was mostly used by you two.

"Why can't you just stay still. Stop daydreaming, you weren't chosen for the position and that's final." She frustratedly said. Glaring at you with eyes filled with hate and contempt

“And why can't you mind your business?

“Because it’s always me who gets forced to do things after you!” She shouted, not minding the fact that the other people who had been serving you immediately scurried like mice.

“I just wanted to live happily! Why is that so hard to understand!? You’re always the one in the spotlight! No matter what I do you’ll always be the center of attention! What about me!? Why do you always get what you want?!”

“What about you? All you’ve done is make my life more complicated, You and your mother. I truly wish you’d just drop dead already”

“You’re such b*tch! I-”

“Says the b*tch herself.” Both girls looked at each other with a seething glare, a glare so intense it could cause even those men who have gone through hell and back feel uneasy.

"I'll surpass you one day. When that time comes you'll be begging for me to save your life"

"You're such an attention wh*re, get over yourself. He didn't choose you. Stop acting like we're living in your world, Nobody’s dumb enough to go for you."

Slap!

“Hey….”

“Rindou! I thought you guys left? Is Ran back-”

“Aika...know your place” Rindou had spoken up, rubbing his glasses on his shirt to make it clearer.

“You don’t get it! It’s complicated! It’s like the situation between you and your brother…” She shamelessly defended herself, not caring in the slightest about how her words would come out, only caring about the fact that she didn’t want to be misunderstood.

“Do you want me to congratulate or pity you? The boldness you have to even bring that up. We’re not the same. The first difference about us is that I do well on my own.” Rindou had scoffed. Crossing his arms as he looked at you who was currently holding your reddened cheek, a hand print visible.

The gazes which were lingering at you felt uncomfortable, especially when you don’t know what kind of looks they were giving you. Having had enough you left without any other word.

"I'm not selfish. I just want a little bit....a little bit of everything"

Rindou glanced back at Aika, only seeing the way her eyes shone from either the moonlight or just from his perspective. It looked murderous, like how a lion would look at it’s prey seconds before it pounced.

He made a mental note in his head to tell his brother just how wary they should be about her.

"And where the hell do you think you're going?"

'Ha! It seems like bugs keep swarming wherever I go' you thought as you didn't bother turning around

You were about to enter the car when a hand slammed it shut. You glared at the person who dared to stop you, before you eased your face and sighed.

"Hey-" Ran leaned his head closer to yours, making you tilt your head back just the slightest bit.

"You know...you're really cute y/n...-san..."

You fixated your gaze anywhere but from his form. You felt unease as you heard him chuckle.

"Your face is red, you know." He amusedly commented, not caring about his surroundings and the people who were pretending to be not looking.

You said nothing as you pushed him away, having had enough of his playful banter. You had more things to do than play flirt with him.

Before you could enter the car though, you felt a piece of cloth get draped over your shoulders

"Wear it."

'Like hell I will'

“Oi, What’s Crux? Who’s your leader?” Mikey grabbed the trembling body of your lackeys by the hair, His expression as tense and hard, fitting for a leader like him.

“I- i’m not telling you-”

Punch.

“While i’m being nice *ssh*le”

“No-”

Punch.

“Wrong f*cking answer.”

Before he could land another attack on the sobbing male, they heard the sounds of a roaring engine, before getting parked in the alleyway near them.

A car door was then opened.

Everybody looked at the origin, seeing the sleek black car along with a beautiful lady coming out. Holding herself with dignity and pride as she stood straight, chin up not bothering to take off her shades as she walked closer to them.

Mikey and Draken were filled with curiosity, but more so alarmed.

'Have I seen her somewhere?' Their thoughts were stopped as the goons they were trying to beat up for information finally spoke.

“Y/n! We’re so sorry!” The male who was currently at Mikey’s mercy broke free from his grip. Wasting no time in bowing to you to show his sincerest apologies, making you glance towards him, your face as remote and cold as a glacier, before it turned to a sweet smile.

“What seems to be the matter, boys?” You took off your glasses, showing off your warmth-filled eyes contrary to the expression you had earlier.

“And who the hell are you, b*tch?” Draken spoke, standing tall as well, putting his hands in his pocket as he glanced at you in a way that told you he had no qualms in beating you up if he had to.

“YOU *SSH*LE- DON’T F*CKING CALL HER THAT!” The guy who had just looked as pathetic as he was earlier shouted at Draken, looking at him with feral eyes, a completely different view from what he was earlier.

“What was that-”

“It seems like they follow you…” Mikey uttered, staring at you with such cold eyes it would’ve made you shiver, but you’ve seen far more intense gazes than his this past year.

“They do.”

“Take responsibility. If you don’t want a fight happening.”

They both eyed the extravagant red dress you wore, the way you looked so ravishingly regal made them wonder if you were someone from a higher status unlike themselves. One thing in mind to keep their guard up. 'Looks can be deceiving'.

“Oh ho? ” Your low and gentle voice captivated Mikey, as smooth as satin and as deep and mysterious as a poem.

Ushering him to want to ask you to sing him a lullaby, but still having that cold and direct approach made him wonder. What if you said his name, would he be even slightly interested in you? Or will he despise you for saying his name with that mouth of yours?

“Take responsibility for using Toman’s name.” This time Draken had spoken, stepping on the chest of the guy who treated you like his master.

“Surely, you have some respect for a lady like me, yes?” You started to smile, leading both of them to look at you confusedly though they had some expectations in what you were about to say.

“Terribly sorry, No matter the circumstances, this was inherently my fault.”

“Y/n-”

“Shush. So here’s my compromise, I will have both boys work under you for 5 days, you can treat them like a dog, a slave, whatever you wish. But I draw the line at anything harmful to their well-being.” You spoke, not letting another peep and looking straight at them to assert your dominance, and just how much of an equal you were to them.

Though, they were people who were used to that, even more so than you who was born into the underworld directly.

“That ain’t a pretty deal princess, We need something more valuable.” Draken spoke, not bothering to hide the intent in his voice, not even letting small insults aside, they weren't dubbed the strongest gang for nothing after all.

“What do you want me to do? Cry for your forgiveness?” You scoffed, “Need I tell you, this situation could’ve been handled professionally, You are blowing this way out of proportion, If you are dissatisfied with my offer, how does getting legal authorities sound? I could charge you for maybe Physical Assault?” You frustratedly said, your hand going to your hips as you looked at them with a face they couldn’t exactly call a deadpan, nor an angry one.

“You b*tch- You’re not in the position to talk to us like that you-” Draken was stopped by Mikey’s hand raising, signalling him to stop talking.

“Make it a week.”

“Mikey!”

“Fine, as long as you show me where they will be working.” You agreed, calming yourself down from losing your temper.

“Ah. I get it now, you’re trying to know the enemy aren’t ya? That’s an old tactic.” The agitated man had accused you, scoffing at your supposed ‘plan’

“Do not flatter yourself, I have not the slightest bit of interest in some silly fight among men’s pride.” You scoffed back at him, glaring at the way he seemed to degrade you.

“Tch, you ain’t fooling us b*tch, give it up while we’re still being nice, I ain’t no gentleman.”

“Contrary to popular belief, boys. Crux is not a gang. It is a group, a family I’ve built. I do not have to explain my reasonings to you.”

Both Mikey and Draken were taken aback, then what exactly was Crux? Was it all a ruse? A portion of the truth? It was all too confusing for them, They both glanced at you, looking as commanding as you were.

Though as if aware of their thoughts, you smiled gently at them.

“You should be more discerning-”

“That doesn’t concern you.” Mikey spoke up, interrupting you intentionally to show detest.

“Do not speak impolitely to me.” You went back to your icy tone, which made all 3 boys look a bit unease at your expression showing unimpressed faster than getting a reply.

You looked towards the boy who was currently looking at you with grief in his eyes.

“Y/n, we’re so sorry for burdening you.”

“Start doing something about it then.”

Mikey and Draken glanced at each other, Draken shook his head, saying exactly what it meant. But Mikey glanced at you, who glanced worryingly at the people on the ground.

You seem to be someone who could be described as righteous, similar to one of his friends whom he cherishes, and though he knew it was absolutely absurd.

“Fine then, Leave them with me for a week, and Toman will forget about it.”

#tokyo revengers x you #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x y/n #ran x reader #haitani ran x reader #haitani rindou #mikey x reader #sano manjiro x reader #Twisted! au

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khaleesiofalicante · 4 years ago

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MALEC WEEK - POWER COUPLE

Alec ran, no – sprinted – through the narrow alley.

Please be okay, he prayed to himself. Please be okay.

He slashed every demon in sight, arrows flying of their volition. Alec has fought before – but never like this.

He had never fought with no regard for the consequences. He had no fear and was absolutely terrified at the same time.

His feet came to a sudden halt. Jace was standing in the alley.

“What am I afraid of?” Alec demanded.

“What?” the blonde man blinked.

“What am I afraid of?” Alec asked again, this time his voice steady.

Jace’s eyes frowned in concentration and then he looked at Alec. “Losing Magnus. You’re always worried about-”

Alec drove his seraph blade through the other man’s black t-shirt and liquid poured out like a disgusting ichor fountain.

“Sure,” Alec told the shapeshifter. “But Jace would have gone with spiders first.”

He continued to run down the path – destroying three more shapeshifters. Izzy. Maia.

One dumb demon had even taken the shape of his father who was long dead. Demons didn’t care much for research he supposed.

Shapeshifters never really appeared in hoards. But someone had messed up. Some warlock had dabbled with powers he couldn’t comprehend. Silas.

And now New York was overrun with shapeshifting demons.

They had to destroy every single one or the consequences would be severe. Jace had split them up into teams to take care of the problem.

Alec had been gearing up to assist Clary when he had gotten the message.

Please be okay, he prayed again as he ran faster. Please be okay.

He took care of another one – Julian – when he ran into a face was that familiar than most.

This face he knew.

This face he would never forget.

This face he could find among a hundred demons.

Alec wanted to leap forward and embrace the man. But Magnus was more cautious.

“What’s our wifi password?”

“Magnus, it’s me-”

“What’s our wifi password?” Magnus snapped.

“We don’t have one,” Alec rolled his eyes. “We steal the neighbor’s because he once called your fedora tacky.”

Magnus leaped now and put his arms around Alec.

“The kids,” he breathed into his neck.

“We’ll find them,” Alec promised, pulling back. “We’re gonna find them.”

“I tracked them here,” Magnus showed Rafael’s tiny shoe.

“Me too,” Alec showed Max’s little truck.

“So, they must be her-”

They heard someone running towards them and turned around immediately. Alec’s bow ready and Magnus’s hands glowing.

“Jeez, it’s me!” Izzy put up her hands.

“Prove it,” Magnus said. They are not going to take chances today.

“Alec, your brown sweater didn’t get lost in the laundry,” Izzy rolled her eyes. “Magnus portalled it to a dumpster. Or hell. Either way, good riddance.”

“You did what?” Alec whirled on Magnus.

“Not the time!” Magnus hissed at them and then glared at Isabelle. “You could have just said the name of his childhood crush.”

“Yeah, I don’t think you want to know about that,” Isabelle giggled.”

“Wait. What do you mean?” Magnus asked. “Who is-”

“Not the time!” Alec hissed. “Izzy, go east. Magnus and I will follow the tracker.”

Izzy gave a single nod and vanished.

Before Magnus could discover about Alec’s childhood crush and probably have an aneurism, a sound pierced through the air.

A sound of laughter. An annoying, annoying laughter. Max had the most awful taste in dolls. But he was good at naming them though.

“Miss Ducklington!” they both said and ran towards the sound.

They reached the end of the alley when they saw them. An audible breath of relief left Magnus and Alec literally felt his stomach unclench.

Max and Rafe were on the floor sitting next to each other. There were surrounded by a bunch of demons. But they didn’t seem to be afraid.

Max was curiously looking at each one talking to them about his toys. Rafe had a protective arm around his brother, but otherwise looked bored.

They know. They know their daddy and bapa would come for them.

“I’m going to burn him to the ground,” Magnus muttered under his breath.

Alec held him back. “No.”

“I know he is a warlock,” Magnus said in frustration. “But he hurt innocent people. He hurt kids. He tried to hurt our chil-”

“We need him alive,” Alec explained patiently. “We need to question why he raised the shapeshifters. We must find out if there is someone behind this.”

Magnus gave him a begrudging nod. “But secure the kids first.”

Alec gave a firm nod. There was no doubt about that.

“Silas!” Magnus yelled.

The kids both stood up at the sound and the dozen demons hissed. Max blew a raspberry at one of them.

“Let the kids go,” Alec commanded.

“No,” the warlock shook his head, his scaled skin glistening in darkness. “I want the elder scrolls first.”

“What is it with our people and ancient books!” Magnus put his hands up in the air. “Just google stuff like everyone else.”

“I know you have it, Magnus,” Silas hissed. “Give me the sacred texts. I need it.”

“For what?” Alec asked carefully.

“None of your business,” the warlock snapped.

“Alright,” Magnus said. “Give us the kids and I’ll think about it.”

“You give me the scrolls fir-”

“This isn’t a negotiation,” Magnus voice cut through, sharper than any blade the iron sisters could make. “Give me my children.”

The shapeshifters moved closer in a circle, surrounding the kids.

Max’s blue eyes turned wider, but they seemed more curious than scared. Rafe’s hand still gripped his brother – his hand firm and sure.

They know. They know we will protect them.

Alec stepped forward.

“You won’t hurt me, shadowhunter,” the warlock laughed. “You need me for your interrogation.”

“That doesn’t mean I won’t kick your ass before taking you into custody,” Alec pointed out. “Let the kids go, Silas.”

“I don’t think so,” the warlock grinned.

Alec looked at Magnus. He felt it before he saw it.

He could feel Magnus’ magic around him – everywhere. It was desperate to break free.

“I won’t ask again,” Alec said.

Silas moved closer towards Rafael and Alec nodded.

It felt like being crashed by a wave.

Even for Alec, who had only ever found Magnus’ magic to be warm and welcoming.

Silas was on the floor, squirming and panting. The shapeshifters screeched in pain. Some even got obliterated on spot.

Not for the first time, Alec was thankful for never getting on Magnus’ bad side.

He bolted towards the kids. Magnus’ magic was surrounding them like a hurricane, a blue hurricane of fire and water and wind. He grabbed one in each arm. Max only yelled ‘wheeeee’ in glee.

“Magnus!” he yelled.

His warlock opened a portal with one arm and Alec moved closer.

“Jace!” he yelled this time.

A blonde man stared at him through the portal.

“It’s me!” he said, but Alec knew already. It was his Jace. “You think Magnus’ bread pudding is disgusting.”

“I heard that!” Magnus yelled amidst all the chaos.

“Grab the kids!” Alec yelled.

“Do you need backup?” Jace asked, as the kids ran towards him.

But the portal already closed.

“How,” the Silas choked on Magnus’ magic. “How did you-”

“Never underestimate my husband,” Alec pointed out proudly.

“Or mine!” Magnus chimed in, taking control over his magic.

On cue, Alec left four arrows fly killing off three different shapeshifters.

There were only a couple standing. And Silas of course.

“Just come with us,” Alec sighed.

“Yes, we have a dinner reservation at seven, you selfish jerk!” Magnus called, taking care of another shapeshifter.

“Never,” the warlock tried to get on his feet but was pushed to the floor by Magnus’ magic again. “I will never comply. I will never surrender. Not to you, shadowhunter.”

“How about me?” Magnus batted his eyes.

“Nephilim bootlicker,” the warlock spat. “I hope you die before him. I hope whatever demon gave you life will be the one to take it away. Or I will do it myse-”

Alec fingers curled around the man’s red hair and pulled him up. Silas left out a sharp hiss of pain.

It hurt.

Good.

“Threaten my husband again and I will rip off your arm,” Alec whispered a promise. “And beat you to death with it.”

“Darling, you are ruining my appetite,” Magnus chided. “Besides, my father has much more impo-”

Magnus groaned and his magic slipped.

He is draining, the thought occurred to Alec. His magic is draining.

Warlocks, many Nephilim didn’t realize or bothered to learn, did not have an infinite source of power. They had to rest. Rehabilitate. Renew.

And Magnus had used a gigantic amount of power tonight.

The tracking. The portals. The fighting.

And whatever crazy magic blizzard storm thing he had unleased earlier. He probably didn’t have to go this hard. But he had anyway.

But it wasn’t just a show of magic. It was a message.

The entire alley was surrounded in demon ichor and filth.

It was a message to anyone who tried to hurt his family.

There was one shapeshifter still left standing – right in front of Magnus, who was kneeling on the floor.

Silas laughed. It was an ugly, ugly sound.

“You’re all out of tricks, Bane,” he crowed and then said something in a demonic language to the shapeshifter. “Kill him!”

Alec could have pulled out his bow and shot the demon – and Silas. Two for one.

But he didn’t.

This was a show of power.

This was a message.

Alec threw a seraph blade towards the demon and Magnus, who was kneeling gripped the hilt without looking.

“You can’t use a seraph blade,” the warlock sneered. “You’re just a warlock.”

“I’m not just anything,” Magnus stood up and the seraph blade light up in red, the color of blood.

The color of hell.

“I’m a Lightwood-Bane,” Magnus grinned and drove the seraph blade through the last shape shifter.

The warlock’s mouth opened in awe – and fear. And then disgust.

“You abomination!” he yelled. “You are a disgrace to all warl-”

Alec kneed him right in the face and Silas passed out. “He talks too much.”

“A side effect of immortality,” Magnus shrugged.

Alec looked around them.

It was a disaster alright. But it was worth it.

Because the message was clear.

You don’t mess with the Lightwood-Banes.

#I do like a good fight scene kjdhsfjlsd #malec week #malec #dont mess with the lightwood banes #dani writes stuff

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someonewhowannadielol · 5 years ago

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My name is 01001010 01001011 (Alien!Jungkook! x Human!Reader)

Summary: “So you’re a human?” The alien that looked and acted like a human asked. The only difference between him and you was that he had two upside down triangles starting from his jaw going down under his shirt. Also, he was huge. “I’m talking 8 foot tall” huge.

Warning: Daddy kink, Dirty talk, size kink, cunt slapping, Jungkook being rlly big, fingering, nipple sucking (?), Dom/sub themes, and Jungkook being a curious alien.

Genre: Fluff, Smut

Word Count: 6.3k

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

COVID-19 vs Human kind. Human kind was pretty much fucked. In front of your eyes, the world population went from a staggering 8 billion people to an exponentially low 1 million. Within two years. It was in October 2020, when scientist realized that instead of working on a vaccine, they needed to discover a place where those free from this deadly disease could live. Safely and peacefully.

Then, the people of Jubal, stepped in, and it was pure chaos. You still remember the day, 14thof December 2020. Everywhere; social media platforms, billboards, NASA’s speech, everything revolved around the message they sent us. They wanted to help us. Surprisingly, we knew nothing about them, but they knew everything about us. From our appearance to our food, cultures, languages, and what not. It low key creeped you out, not going to lie.

Nonetheless, we began building the transport link through their help and finally, one year later (pretty much the brink of our extinction), we were on our way to a new life.

Honestly, you had imagined them to look like- or well, to not look like how they looked. You’d expected Pokémons, or weird looking octopus, or even insects. But they looked just like you, expect they were way bigger in size.

After half a month or so, you had started to get used to the atmosphere. Almost similar to Earth, there were two sides to this planet, a much hotter plane, where the temperature never went below 104 Fahrenheit. You remember going there when you first arrived here, and oh god, you hated it. The temperature was too high for you; they didn’t know what ice cream was (how can they not know! You thought they knew everything, yet they’re unaware about one of the most popular desserts on Earth), you absolutely hated sweating and no amount of air conditioning could stop it, and the beach just looked out of place. The sand wasn’t the usual pale brown shade, instead it was just the color of the ocean itself – it adapted to the shade of the flowing water into a green-blue hue. Weird. Also, there was one sun in the morning, and three in the evening, gradually coming as the hours passed by.

You had also noticed that all of them ate food at the same temperature. Nothing was cold like ice, or hot like a fresh pizza. The concept was new to them, and when you asked for the water to be cold at the first restaurant you went to – the waiter just looked lost. The poor soul, he was told to make the humans feel at home, so when he realized he couldn’t do what you asked to, you just felt really bad. Still, it was funny that a seven-foot tall man was scared of you being uncomfortable. It was cute, honestly.

Also, almost similar to Earth, the two places had different types of Jubals living there. The sunny side had more tan skinned people, with bright, blond hair and bright eyes. Whereas, the cold plane Jubals had fairer skin, darker hair and doe eyes. The one similarity being – they were huge as fuck. The average height was around seven foot for men, and around six foot for females. So, standing at a 5 foot 2 inches (almost three inches I swear!), you felt tiny (and intimidated sometimes, but you weren’t going to admit that.

After finalizing that you definitely didn’t want to live in the hotter part of the planet, you moved to Corellia, it was cold there but not in the way you expected it to be. In the morning, it was perfectly fine, the cold breeze was nothing short of comfortable, but as the evening came, it started to get cold to the point where you couldn’t bear to go outside after 6 PM. Sometimes, you think you might have underestimated the cold here at night, because the two beautiful moons brought such intense cold that you wouldn’t dare go out at night. They gifted you a cozy one bed apartment with a really good heating system, which you appreciated. Also, you had never been so glad that you brought the microwave from Earth, without it, you didn’t know what you would do.

Ever since you moved, you had pretty much been lonely, because of the lack of contact with humans. Most of them preferred to live in the hotter state, wanting to get tanned - and to fuck the surfer Jubal hotties. You still remember parting with your sister and her ranting about this Jubal she met who was so “dreamy” and “good at surfing”.

As usual, you were just trying to get used to the food here, thankfully, they had a smaller section of “human,” food that mostly consisted of cup noodles, vegetables, chicken and chocolates. Getting groceries was intimidating at first (honestly, it kind of still is), because everyone and everything was so large, and everyone just kept staring at you. You still haven’t interacted with a Jubal on your own, it’s not like you were scared – you were – but also you didn’t really know how to go up to one. Until now, the only two Jubals you’ve met were the grocery store cashier and the landlord. Sigh.

You were so happy when you saw the new addition of real, organic milk in the grocery aisle! Thank god you got a break from that horrid almond milk. It was just water pretending to be milk honestly, and whenever you poured it in your cereal, it felt like drowning them in water, yuck. But, as much as you could try, you just would not reach the goddamn shelf. Why did these Jubals have to be so tall! Why couldn’t they just make this aisle according to human size!

You heard someone shuffle behind, but paid no heed until you heard laughter burst and immediately looked back to see one of them laughing so hard, his body shook.

“You- you’re so tiny!” He barely managed to get that sentence out of him, since he couldn’t stop his outburst.

Of course, you were offended.

“I’m actually not! You all are way too big!” You didn’t really know how to respond, because this was just so sudden.

“Hm, I don’t think so, you’re smaller than average earthlings. But it’s okay, because it’s adorable,” so, you were really surprised when you felt him behind you, reach up to the milk shelf and grab a container of it. Of course, being the dumb idiot you were, you suddenly turned around and had to face him again. You hadn’t noticed his physical features before, but now that you did. Holy shit.

He was tall (I know, it’s obvious by now), and had such, clear, fair skin. Two upside down triangles were on each side of his jaw and went down, disappearing under his coat. He looked at you with such doe, curious eyes, almost as if he was entertained by your mere presence.

“Here you go,” he handed you the container of milk – while still being really close (not that you minded it). Despite the irritatingly bright fluorescent store lighting, his hair shined, and looked so soft.

And after that, he just followed you around the store, and you honestly didn’t really know what to do.

“You know, I’ve been trying to find a human since a month now, but I’ve heard most of them moved to the Southern part. You should’ve done that too, because Corellia is too cold for you. You’re a little slow,”

And you’re a little piece of shit.

“But now I found you. You’re really adorable, the books didn’t tell me that. Ever since humankind moved here, I’ve been really studying Earth. Did you guys really had pink leaved trees? And forests? It must be so cool for so many trees to be in one place. I also really want to meet a lion,”

“You can’t just meet a lion,” you chuckled, he was weird, but somehow, it wasn’t awkward around him. He radiated this warm energy that you hadn’t seen in the Jubal people around you, and it was comforting, made you want to stay by his side – even if it meant answering his dumb questions.

“I can, you can’t. It would eat you, because you’re bite sized for it,” he continued to comment on your petite stature, and the worst part is that you couldn’t even defend yourself, especially when he kept towering over you.

“Hey! Stop making fun of me,” you tried to push him but the basket was too heavy for you, so you ended up just… awkwardly not being able to do it. Suddenly his – huge – hand swoops in and carries the heavy grocery basket as if it was nothing.

“You should’ve told me it was too heavy for you,” he sounded almost as if he was scolding you, and coo-ing at you at the same time. His eyebrows bunched up in frustration as he mumbled something along the lines of ‘how can I protect you if you won’t tell me what you need,’ but you couldn’t really make out what he said.

You were just pulled out of your thoughts when you heard him put something in your basket. Something that the Jubals ate, not humans.

Should I ask him to leave? No, that’s way too rude. Then, should I ask him why he’s following me?

“This is delicious, you should try it,” He spoke while continuing to look around the store, and put random items in your basket. There was a variation of their fruits (this one had a gradient of yellow and orange, with huge spikes coming out from the top), cans with God-knows-what inside (the one he put in your basket had cherry colored pentagons on it, and a juice bottle that contained neon green juice. You were not looking forward to drinking that.

“I don’t even know how to make all of this. What if I can’t eat it?” You were scared of most of these food items, you got sick easily, and didn’t know how to cope if you fell sick here. Without the medicines, you’d probably die.

“I’ll cook it for you if you want to,” He looked at you and smiled, “I know humans are fragile, so don’t worry, I made sure to get the ones which would be safe for you,” he said, while petting your hair, and smiling. You instantly fell in love with it, it wasn’t like the way he laughed at you earlier, but somehow, it was far more beautiful. His eyes crunched up into half-moons, cheeks being bunched up, he almost looked like the small bunny you had as a pet when you were younger. So. Cute.

“But I don’t even know your name, why would you do this for me?” You really were curious, why was a Jubal so interested in humans? So far, most of them have just maintained a distance from you.

“Because I want to keep you,” he looked at you, and the duality of his presence made you shiver. The small bunny smile morphed into a more serious face, his already dark brown eyes, turned into a slightly darker shade, giving you the chills.

“You can’t keep me,” you didn’t know how to fight this argument, you almost wanted to laugh and act as if you thought it was a joke, but you weren’t an idiot – and nor was he.

“I know, I can’t find the Earth word for it, I want to be with you, is what I mean,” he mumbled as he tried to find something in the cereal aisle.

The grocery trip was actually not as weird as you’d expect it to be. While you both didn’t know anything about each other, not even names (not that Jubals had actual names, they just talked through their minds?)

And as soon as you reached the cashier, before you could even take out your money, he nod, and paid the bill.

“Hey! I can pay for myself, you don’t have to do this!”

Honestly, you didn’t really know what to say after he said, “I’m paying, now be a good baby and stand still,” where did he even learn to speak like that?

It was starting to get cold now, and after you exited the heated mall, it was visible that you shivered every time the cold brushed up against your figure. You should’ve worn the third sweater, sigh.

“So you’re really a human?” He said, as he carried your groceries and followed you, on your way to the apartment.

“Yeah, I’m Y/N,”

“How can you be a Y/N? You just said you were a human,” He asked, really confused. Were you pranking him? He learnt in (one of his many books about humans) that humans liked to prank each other for entertainment. He found the idea amusing, but right now he couldn’t decide whether you were pranking or joking.

He didn’t understand the difference between pranking and joking, either.

“I- What? No, I mean I am a human, but my name is Y/N,” you were definitely amused at his seriousness, yet you couldn’t help but be intimidated by his tall figure. Also, you felt bad that he was holding all the groceries, so you decided to grab one of the bags from him.

“Y/N!” He stopped dead in his tracks after your fingers brushed against his, “I just remembered you can’t bear the cold after 6pm, so you have to wear many clothes to protect yourself. You’re already so cold,” he felt your hand, and his was so warm and felt right, intertwined in your hand. His hand was so huge, that it enveloped yours easily, and you could really notice the size difference now.

He quickly transferred all the grocery bags into his left hand, and continued to give you his coat, and held your hand again, and it felt… nice. The fact that he smelled so good, helped too, you couldn’t exactly put your finger on it, but it was really comforting.

You were quite used to the stares you got on the streets from other Jubals, and always thought that they would go away, but it’s been two weeks, yet they still continue to look at you up and down, so you finally asked him. You still didn’t know his name, and didn’t know whether you should ask him or not, was it insulting?

“Why does everyone keep staring at me?”

“Because you’re so cute,”

What. It was almost like you forgot how to breathe. How could he say that all of a sudden, out of the blue? Also, you actually could not breathe, because while he had long legs that lasted for days, you had much smaller legs and it was starting to get hard to keep up.

“Hey! Could you walk-” you took in a breath, wow, your stamina was really, uh, shitty, “could you walk a little slow?”

He looked back at you, and tilted his head almost as to ask ‘why?’, but understood quickly. Then, he flashed one of his cute smiles, again, the smile that did things to your heart that you hadn’t felt before.

“Do you want me to carry you?” He also had read previously that humans can get really tired, and sometimes not even have the strength to move on. Especially females, they were more fragile, and he could physically see that too, because you were just so small. The average height was supposed to be 5’4 or even 5’6 for human females around your age, but you seemed smaller than that. But you also didn’t seem to be a child because those under the age 18 were always with their parents right? He had almost started to doubt those textbooks he bought on humans.

“No, I can walk myself,” You tried to defend yourself, and started to mentally curse as to why you asked him to slow down.

You finally reached your apartment door. Honestly, you had thought that he would stop following you after you reached the apartment building… but he just continued to bring the groceries in.

Should you invite him in? Did you even clean your living space? You probably had your underwear lying all over the place, since now you lived alone and had no fear of someone else coming in your private space.

“Can I come in?”

Well, you didn’t want to say no to him, he’s been really nice so far, and you had to admit, picking up groceries was really hard to do, and you weren’t exactly physically active enough to carry all those bags that he easily carried in one hand.

He then walked himself to the door after putting the groceries in the kitchen. What really surprised you was how he looked back at you, not how he looked before. Before, he looked with warmth, and now. Now, he almost towered at you, reminding how much power he really has over you. He looked at your lips, and then back at your eyes and tilted his head.

“W-well, it was really nice to meet you,” you said trying to break the tension and to distract yourself from the obviously gorgeous man.

“I hope to see your cute face again soon,” he smiled one of his bunny smiles again, and kissed you on the cheek before disappearing under the stairs.

You curled yourself up in your blanket, and tried to sleep, but that Jubal kept intruding your thoughts.

Would you get to see him again?

The next time you saw the cute Jubal from the grocery store was next week Saturday. On Earth, entertainment was in the form of movies, arcades and concerts. Similarly, here too, people had a theatre – instead of a movie on a projector, it was shown in 3D form, almost like a live performance, expect there were holographic figures.

You looked around, and by now you had taken into account that Jubal people weren’t afraid to show off their skin – even though it was crazy cold here, their bigger bodies could compensate by giving them more body heat. Unfortunately, your smaller stature couldn’t provide you with the same amount of heat and you always had to bundle up in three or even four layers to keep yourself from freezing or catching a cold.

You were watching a really heated up scene, and it was getting kind of… uncomfortable. While others were simply watching casually, as if it was nothing out of the ordinary, you kept shuffling in your seat – so it was a pleasant surprise when you felt someone cover your eyes from behind you.

“Wha-” instinctively, you looked behind, and it was the same boy (or man?), from the grocery store.

“Hey,” again, you waved at him, almost as a form of habit, and he looked at you as if you did something quite weird. Without any questions, he tried to imitate you, but he was really stiff so you couldn’t help but let you a laugh.

“I know I didn’t introduce myself much better last time, but we don’t really have names. Still, I decided to get one for myself, because once I get a human, she should be able to call me something,”

Did he… did he mean that you were his human?

“Well, what did you settle for?”

“My name is 01001010 01001011. I thought it was really similar to the ones that humans have. Do you like it?” He asked with a proud grin, as his face lit up.

You tried to keep your laughter in, you really did but you when it did come out, you felt like wanting to die. His face crumpled up almost as if he was ashamed of his name as he increased the distance between the two of you.

Nice one, Y/N, you made the only person who cared enough for you sad.

“Hey, look, it’s a nice name, it’s just not very human-like,” you explained to him.

“It’s the binary code for a human name,”

Because of the constant conversation you both were immersed in, the Jubals beside you were starting to get annoyed – and while they didn’t say anything, probably because they didn’t want you to feel bad (you still did, for trying to ruin their experience for this live-movie thing), you decided to head out with him.

As you both walked in one of the main parks situated in the middle of Corellia state, he settled on a spot in the corner of the massive area.

“Would you like to give me a name?” he looked at your face with such intensity, that you couldn’t help but feel insecure and want to cover your face.

“Well, what did those binary numbers represent?” you really did want to help his get a name, after all, he was your first friend here.

“I want to be called JK, but my friends told me it was a ridiculous human name, because no one was named JK before. So I settled for its binary number. They approved of that,” his eyes shone of much when he talked about it, his long lashes were uprightly curved and you couldn’t help but swoon.

You fiddled with your sweater as you gave him suggestions, but none seemed to suit him.

“Jake? No,” you were starting to get frustrated at this, “Hm, maybe Jacob?” you shook your head again, unsatisfied.

He just simply continued to laugh at you being so serious, occasionally playing with hair and pressing a finger to your soft cheeks. When he commented on you being soft, you couldn’t help but blush (and when he compared you to one their red fruits, you couldn’t help but blush harder (you denied it, obviously)).

“Jungkook!” you remember reading that word in one of the books you had in high school literature.

“Jungkook? Do you like it, baby?” He played with your cheeks with happiness, he was happy that you were no longer frustrated or angry. Finally satisfied and happy. Of course, you blushed at the word of endearment, but didn’t tell him to not say it.

Oh. Well, after that, he just continued to ask you about humans, and more specifically about you. You were amused by most of his questions,

“What is sarcasm?”

“Why do you like pizza so much, when it’s detrimental for your health? You shouldn’t eat it, I’ll make good food for you,”

“How do you make stereotypes?”

“Why do people get cosmetic surgery?”

And each one of them seemed normal for a Jubal to ask until,

“Why do humans like cuddling?”

At this point, you were quite tired, but still thought it would rude to ask him out, because he seemed really curious, every question coming right after you answer the last one.

“I guess, we just like to be touchy and close,” you said and you tried to suppress a yawn, but it just slipped.

“What was that? Was that a sigh? Or a yawn? Are you tired? That was so cute, do it again,”

“Just a little tired,” you said as you rested you head on his shoulder without realizing to do so. It was also getting really cold; the second moon had started to show up.

You both got up, and the walk back home was really pleasant. He kept cracking jokes and dancing on the pavement. You tried to imitate his dance, but your flow wasn’t as steady as his. How could someone dance so good like this, yet not be able to wave correctly? Your fingers intertwined again, and you leaned more into his body this time. You could barely reach his mid chest, that’s how tall he was. But somehow, you didn’t mind it because you both fit so perfectly – as if two parts of one puzzle.

As you reached the door of your apartment door again, you felt Deja-vu. He looked at your face, studying it carefully and looking back at your eyes, however instead of just looking at your lips this time, he leaned closer and looked back at you – almost as if asking for permission to kiss you. You nodded, and wow.

As his lips drew closer to yours, you could feel him cupping your face with both hands, one of them gradually descending to the back of your head as it found its place in your hair. They were incredibly soft, and almost overpowered you, because you didn’t expect this. As he slid his tongue and slowed himself, you found yourself wanting more, leaning towards him.

Before realizing that you needed to breathe, you started to choke, as he pulled himself back, and chuckled before saying, “Baby girl, take it slow, I’m all yours.”

“Want more,” is all you can say before leaning towards him, wanting to kiss him again. But unlucky for you, he just moved back before laughing again, and this time you pouted and slightly punched his chest.

“Now, you’re just being a brat, baby, you’ll get what I’ll give you, understand?” You could feel his breath fanning your face, and his eyes were no longer twinkling like they did, but instead were full of lust and an animalistic hunger.

‘’Jungkook, please,” you had never really been serious with boys in your high school, and so, this was the first time you had actually felt something down there. It was almost like someone – or Jungkook – lit a fire in your core, and you couldn’t help but just want more.

Fumbling hands opened the door to the apartment and you both tumbled in, messily but both of you didn’t care as you headed to your bedroom. On the way, he messily kissed your neck that made your knees buckle in a way that even walking was difficult.

He tossed you gently on your bed, that was way too big for the apartment, and ran his fingers through your hair, to you neck, and to your chest. He attacked your neck again, and started to form a pattern with his tongue as he pressed harder on some areas and trailed lighter on others.

You couldn’t help but let a whine escape your mouth when he left your neck unattended to take off your sweaters and cardigans till you were only in your undergarments and a see-through white dress.

“Fuck, baby girl, you’re so beautiful,” he said as he attacked your lips again, this time being harsher with his movements, as his tongue slipped in your mouth, doing wonders to his body.

“J-Jungkook, please,” you felt so much, so sudden, and even in this cold, the heat was too much for you – the heat inside you wanted to escape, but you didn’t know how to ask him.

“Yes, baby? Tell me what you want,” his amused voice made it obvious as to what you wanted, but still he continued to tease you, torment you, put you on the edge, “Tell daddy what you want,”

You took in a gasp as he unbuckled your bra strap from behind, free-ing your breasts, and the very next second, tore your fragile dress.

“Hm, tell me baby girl,” he asked you once again, as he took in one of you nipples in his mouth, his tongue encircling your bud, as one of his hands pinched the other one.

“Jungkook I-” you gasped as you felt a slap on your clit, it wasn’t that harsh because he was being careful, and you were still in your panties – but it just turned you on more.

“Baby, you have to call me Daddy, do you understand?” he said as his free wrist kept putting pressure on the top of you panties, making you want to rip them off, so you could finally feel him where you wanted to.

“Yes,” you said, and whined after he took off his mouth from your nipple to look at you, and after a second you understood what you had to say, “Yes Daddy, I understand,”

“Such a good girl for me, so pretty,” he said as he kissed your cheek, and you just couldn’t stop blushing. He was so harsh, yet so gentle at the same time – and it made your head spin.

“Now, be a good baby, and tell Daddy what you want him to do to you,” he said as he neared your ear, “does baby want daddy to wreck her pussy?”

You couldn’t help but shiver before speaking, “I want Daddy to make me feel good,”

His fingers slowly trailed your body, making you moan and buckle your body up towards him. You looked at him, his ears tinged red, and his eyes were darker than before, he almost looked like a fallen angel. He chuckled, looking at you seem so helpless, so fragile.

You were so soft, so ethereal, like an angel from the sky and he was there to taint you, to make you his.

He teased you by playing with the band of your underwear, he put two fingers in your mouth and you instantly slicked them with your saliva, making obscene noises that blended in with your moans. Then he trailed those two fingers right above your covered clit, and you couldn’t help but buckle up again, wanting those two fingers inside of you.

“Be patient, princess,” and it felt like an eternity as he circled his tongue in your belly button and it so, so, so slowly trailed down and down, and he finally took off your panties with his teeth.

“So wet, baby, you’re making a mess,” he commented as he rubbed you with one finger, and using the other one to encircle your hole. He pushed it a little inside, easily as your slick helped him, before looking back at you to see if you were comfortable, and when he got the green light, he continued to push it entirely in, “Such a good baby for me, think you can handle Daddy’s cock?”

You nodded in exasperation, his finger was long and hit all the right spots, but you needed more. He added another finger, while rubbing your clit with more pressure and making circle patterns with his tongue below your belly button. You were so near, so so near, you just needed that one push off the edge.

“Well, you’re going to have to work for Daddy’s cock, baby, think you can take this monster?” He took out his finger with a pop, as soon as he felt you clench down on his finger.

“Daddy, f-fuck me, please,” you moaned, missing his touch. He looked just as a mess as you were, panting and taking off his shirt. You continued to admire his body, he didn’t look buff like gym rats, but instead he had a lean, slightly muscular body.

He continued to tease you by biting his lip and taking off his boxers extremely slowly. You whimpered when his cock was free against his stomach, and it was bigger than any you’ve been before while watching porn. It was even bigger than the dildo your friend bought as a joke for your birthday present, and you had started to doubt if he would fit inside of you.

“Suck Daddy if you want to cum, princess,” he groaned as he pumped himself a couple of times before you put your mouth on his head.

Not having any experience before, you didn’t really know how to start, but you gave little kitten licks at his head, and then took it in your heated mouth. He didn’t taste how you had imagined, instead it was more like a salted caramel toffee you had, it was delicious and you wanted more. You continued to take more, and more of him and suddenly gagged because you couldn’t take anymore – only to realize you had only taken half his dick in your mouth.

“Can’t handle more? I guess you’re too small for Daddy’s big cock, huh?”

The thought of his not fucking you was almost terrifying at this point and you continued to let your throat loose and tale more of him, until you felt his cock twitch, which made you moan. Tears spilled out as he fucked your throat, fast and hard.

“Such a good, pretty baby for daddy, taking my cock so good, princess,” he groaned before pushing in it a couple of times and taking it out.

“Such a naughty baby, making Daddy almost cum,” he kissed you again, tasting his own cum, before dipping down again, “you need to be punished, huh?”

“Daddy, please t-touch me,” you whined, grabbing his hand and putting it in between your thighs, and surprisingly he slapped your inner thigh.

“Being such a bratty baby now, I guess I do need to punish you, you don’t deserve Daddy’s fingers,” he said trailing again lightly all over body, but stopping as soon as he neared where you needed him the most, “touch yourself,”

You were dumbfounded, but when you saw his serious look, you shyly dipped your finger into your heat, and circled them around, but even after two fingers, it just wasn’t enough. You wanted more, you needed more.

“Daddy, please, I c-can’t, I need you,” you cried out while rubbing yourself between your legs, filled with your slick.

“Such a needy princess, always demanded Daddy,” he tsked before adding two fingers inside you, and as you gasped, “but Daddy adores you, so he’ll help his pretty little baby,”

You moaned, not holding back, as he pumped those fingers, and let his tongue work magic on your clit. He continuously pumped his fingers back and forth, while torturing your bud and the heat inside of you kept growing and before you realized it, “Jungkook, I’m going to cum!”

“Cum on my fingers, baby, go on,” his movements became more faster and you trembled under gaze, and unconsciously arched your back before letting yourself loose. It felt like heaven.

Even after this, you had been surprised to see that he didn’t stop and the stimulation was too much for you, as you tried to get away from him, but he held you in place, his wrist holding your pelvic in place.

Despite your whimpering and moans, he took his mouth to your perked up nipple again, and scissored his fingers, to prepare you for his cock. Then, he looked at you, cupped you face and kissed you again, this time more soft, as if you were a china doll, going to break at any given moment.

After letting his dick sit on your bud, he slowly let the head of his cock find your entrance and pushed it slightly. You let out a cry, he was too big for you, but he shushed you and pressed against your lips again before letting it enter little by little. You quickly grab his upper arm and clench it, the pain and pleasure were starting to combine again and you nodded, letting him know that it was okay to continue.

The raw emotion in his eyes was enough to let you go on, and when you were finally full, you looked down only to find you could only take half of him, he was just too big for you.

“Baby, fuck, you’re too tiny, can’t even take all of me,” he groaned before moving slowly, and then finally setting a pace that was safe, but unsatisfactory for you.

“J-Jungkook, f-fas-ter please,” you whined as he started becoming harsher, and his finger started abusing your bud again, and you couldn’t help but realize you were close again. This time, it felt more intense, more powerful.

He was so big, that you could feel him everywhere, it almost felt like he was ripping you apart, but the pleasure was almost overwhelming and the way his cock filled you up made you insatiable – you just wanted more, and more. You could feel your walls being pushed everything he buckled inside you, but he just did it so right.

“Baby, you’re so cute, gonna cum for Daddy?” he kissed your nipple and trailed up to your lips before diving a tongue into your moaning mouth. You nodded, and felt your second release come near.

“J-Jungkook, you feel so good,” you moaned as your walls clenched around his cock, and finally you gushed out, and trembled as you rode your orgasm. Simultaneously, he too, slammed his hips a couple times before cumming deep into you. As he took himself out, cum poured out of you, and he chuckled before taking it and spreading it over your face. Globs of cum covered your red cheeks and entered your mouth.

“You look so pretty with my cum on you face, keep it there until tomorrow morning,” he kissed your nose and coo-ed when you squirmed in embarrassment.

You could feel tugging and pulling when you felt someone wake you up and instinctively, you said, “Just five more minutes.”

“But you said that the last time,” Jungkook looked at you, his breathe fanning your face.

Too close, too close, too close. You looked at other way and tried to close your eyes.

“You’re so cute, like a small puppy,” he coo-ed at you, making your stomach feel things you’ve never felt before.

“I- I’m not like a puppy!” You tried to fight back in your sleep, but couldn’t help the blush forming on your cheeks and ears.

You could feel the dried up cum on your face, and wanted to wash it off, but feeling too sore to move.

“Can’t move, princess? Was Daddy’s cock too much for you, last night?” he coo-ed at you, mumbling about how cute you were, and how he wanted to baby you and make you his.

“I’m too sore, Kookie,” you whined into the pillow and were taken by surprise when he lifted you and carried you to the tub.

“It’s okay, I’ll take care of my little human baby girl,” he said as he laid you in the lukewarm water and washed your body softly.

CLICK HERE FOR PART TWO

You were starting to feel more at home, even more than when you were at Earth.

A/N: That’s a wrap! Hope you like it. Go to master link for more!

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skiyoosmi · 4 years ago

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if fate permits

chapter twenty

a taste of his own medicine

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“Hey… uhm… I’m sorry. I’m not sure where to start because I’ve been the worst friend to ya for the past weeks. But I want to start with an apology, I guess… yer probably tired of hearing it, right? … it’s something I’ll never gonna be proud of, my pettiness, I mean… but yeah… I’m sorry, YN. I hope ya believe me when I say yer impo–”

Beep! You sighed, ending yet another voicemail from Atsumu. It’s been almost a week since you and your brother moved out of the apartment and ever since the day after that, your soulmate has yet to cease dropping more than three voicemails every single day.

It wasn’t that you haven’t caught sight of him at school; in fact, you see him everywhere. It’s just so happens that you couldn’t help but avoid him like a plaque. You think he knows it though and you’re actually glad that he’s trying to respect your space (except for the endless ringing of your phone which only gets sent straight to voicemail every time, much like today). Which is why right now, you only stared at his contact, contemplating whether you will entertain his ‘apology.’ He sounds like he regrets it, after all and the fact that you only have less than 10 days before your flight wasn’t helping the situation.

“You know, if you keep having a soft heart like that, I’m betting a hundred bucks you won’t get too far once you become a famous writer. A lot of people will take advantage of you, you know. And don’t even get me started with those haters that disguise themselves as critiques,” Speaking of the devil, Kiyoomi suddenly spoke up, his figure leaning against the doorway of your room, much like the pose your father had when you were leaving your previous apartment.

Hundred bucks, you begin to think, where the hell would your jobless ass get a hundred bucks? You won’t tell him that verbally, of course; you value your life too much to even risk being strangled by your brother’s own hands.

“What do you mean soft heart? Where’d you even get the idea that I’m going to talk to him, doofus!? No way, he needs to learn his lesson,” You huffed, turning to him with an eyebrow raised, as if challenging him. He scoffed, entering your room, and sitting on your bed. You were kind of surprised he did given that your room was still messy as hell; but once again, you opted to keeping your mouth shut.

“It’s written all over your face, dear sister. Plus, you’ve said that a million times already I’m actually tired of hearing it now. After all these years, you think I don’t memorize every habit you have?” He replied, hands taking some of the clothes that were still stored in a brown carton and beginning to fold them neatly before standing up and putting it into your closet. He really does take after your father, from appearances to characteristics, “Your eyes, they speak to me the loudest, telling me every bit of your feelings. In fact, I’m kind of puzzled Atsumu never found out through them. But then again, it just supports the truth that he’s as dumb as he could get.”

This boy doesn’t really miss a chance to voice out his disfavor for your soulmate, huh? You wonder what is it that made him dislike… no, wait dislike was an underestimation… rather, loath Atsumu to the core. Bad first impression? No, your brother was not that petty. Did they have a fight you never knew about? If Atsumu and him ever fought, you were sure as hell you’d be the first one to know, seeing as your best friend practically whines and complains at you at every single thing in his life… so why?

“He hurt you and not just once. It’s not supposed to be my business but technically speaking, you are my sister before you were his soulmate and that’s all I needed to dislike him,” said Kiyoomi, continuing to fold your clothes as if what he said was practically nothing. Was he a mind-reader? You don’t know but perhaps, you could try to convince him to start up a fortune-telling business with you and earn millions.

“… You’re so creepy, ‘Yoomi,” You spoke up after a few moments of silence while he sneered, obviously not pleased with your comical reply, “Forget it! God, it’s so hard to have a serious talk with you.”

You only pursed your lips before bursting out into laughter, making him glare at you before his eyes softened. He hasn’t heard that pure laughter in a long time, after all. For some odd reason, he is proud that it was him that made you happy again like that, even for just a short while. After watching you work on something he doesn’t really know what, probably for the play, (it’s a relief you still have a smile on your face while you were on it though), he stands up, stopping by the doorway again when he heard you speak, “Thanks for being there, ‘Yoomi. Can’t imagine my life without my best brother.”

Kiyoomi knows he’s far from being the best brother in the world; he wasn’t expressive, sweet nor overprotective… but hearing those words from you means he’s at least good and somehow, he’s fine with that. He remains quiet before saying, “You know, your friend Hajime, I think he’s nice.”

He doesn’t say anything more, but he knows that his words reached you; he didn’t miss the way you blushed, after all. He takes note of making you flustered more often.

Osamu grumbles under his breath in annoyance, clenching then unclenching his hands as he watched Yui cling onto his brother’s arm like there was no tomorrow. Doesn’t this girl have any decency left in her blood? They were in the public cafeteria of the university, good heavens! And they haven’t even officially became soulmates AND a couple.

The last thing he wanted on his agenda today was to become a third wheel, much less to his brother; and the fact that it’s not even with you, the true soulmate, his favorite Sakusa (he won’t let Kiyoomi know that though), and best drinking buddy, makes it more unbearable for the gray-haired lad. He could only scowl so hard at his twin, who on the other hand, remained unmoved. At least that’s what Osamu sees but unbeknownst to him, Atsumu just wishes he could go and find you as soon as possible.

He has had enough of you averting your gaze each time you catch each other’s eyes at the theater room. According to his brother, your flight is in ten days which means he only had a few more days to make your friendship right; to make it up to you and prove that you are, indeed, an important figure in his life (cue Osamu’s mocking last night when they talked: “HAH!? You sure do have a peculiar way of showing her that she’s important. You’re making me want to laugh and choke you at the same time.”)

“Oh! Iwaizumi-kun, Tooru and… Sakusa YN?” Yui trails off, making the blonde perk up at the sound of your name, turning his body quickly only to find you already looking back at them with… disappointed eyes? As quickly as it came, it disappeared and soon, you were smiling and waving at Osamu, completely ignoring your “best” friend. Atsumu can only stare at you in disbelief; never, not even once, had you disregarded his existence like that before. Even when you had small arguments, you made sure to acknowledge him with a simple nod.

In addition to your indifference, Hajime only furrowed his eyebrows in confusion at Yui’s greeting, as if he doesn’t know Yui at all, not even as an acquaintance. Hence, the three of you only proceeded to the table Makki, Mattsun and your brother saved for you.

“Eh? Iwaizumi… ignored me?” Yui frowned, obviously not used to being disregarded by the boy who used to give her a greeting every time they come across each other. As far as she could remember, they ended their bond in good terms, without anyone having to feel angry at the other so why is it that he acted that way? Did he hold a grudge after all?

Meanwhile, Atsumu gazed into nothing, your sad eyes flashing into his mind and staying there. Have you given up on him already? Did his nightmare that day actually came true? His trail of thoughts was cut off with Osamu’s voice speaking with amusement plastered on his face, “ooh, a taste of his own medicine, huh YN?”

He smirks, finding his brother’s suffering oddly satisfying. He too, like Kiyoomi, has his limits as to Atsumu’s undesired talent of hurting you (he knows the blonde was also suffering but you know, it just really gets on his nerves how blind his twin could get). So right after saying that, he stands up, picking up his tray that holds his food and beginning to walk where your table was.

“Samu! Where are you going?” The said lad looks back at his blonde twin weirdly before shrugging, “YN and Kiyoomi’s table, where else? You can’t expect me to stay on the table with you two, it’s weird.”

“So… you really can’t remember anything about your soulmate? Like who it is or something?” Oikawa asked, staring at Hajime’s hands, as if he’d be able to see anything on his pinky. Unfortunately for him, the ex-captain was not given the ability to be a Moira so he wouldn’t be able to see any changes no matter how long or hard he looks. The spiky-haired lad merely groans, feeling a headache coming due to his dear friend’s pestering, “Yes. I told you that already. I just woke up, saw my thread black and now, I can’t remember anything about who it is.”

“But you can remember us? It’s just the soulmate stuff you forgot?”

“Well, I’m talking to you right now, am I not, you dumbass?” Hajime snarled; an inch close to punching his best friend in the face. Beside him, you look down, feeling the sadness and heartbreak for him because even those feelings were lost the moment he woke up. If you let go of Atsumu, will this also happen to you? You can only give a pathetic laugh at your silly question; of course, it will. You weren’t some kind of special Moira that will be exempted from that ‘curse.’ But you wonder, how would he react? Would he be sad? Or would he just forget about you too and just throw everything you had away? It seems so easy for him to do that, after all.

Now that you witness what’s gonna happen upon cutting the thread, a part of you somehow wishes you should’ve just told him when it was still early, when you were still young and problem-free. Maybe he would’ve given you a promise like those in the movies wherein he says he would marry you once you get older. Maybe he would’ve been able to love you if you could’ve just given him a chance to do so. But it’s your fault, isn’t it? Because you were a coward; you were so greedy for true love that you can no longer have it, you think to yourself.

In the midst of your rather negative thoughts, a warm hand pulls you away from mentally beating up yourself further. Looking up, you find Hajime looking at you with soft eyes, as if assuring your heart that: “You’ll be fine. I’m here. I’ll keep you safe.”

Maybe… just maybe, the universe has given you another chance for true love.

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angelbytz · 3 years ago

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Dream SMP AU pt.1

We’ve all seen the superhero AUs and I wanted to make my own. Miraculous Ladybug crossover but with a twist (kinda, not really). All of the characters act completely different as Miraculous holders. Also, this AU takes place in secondary school because why not. Warning this is very long and had to be split into multiple parts so hear are the first five.

Tommy: If you asked Tommy if did wanted superpowers he would one hundred percent say yes. But it comes at a great cost. Tommy is given the cat miraculous and a costume that has cat ears, eyes and tail and he really contemplated becoming a hero if it means being called a catboy. But after he gets the cat miraculous he feels an overwhelming sense of responsibility and takes his role as a hero very seriously. Tommy is more fight first ask questions later in this AU, the talkative, brash and sometimes childish persona is replaced by an intimidating sharp tongue and a cool, kinda cold demeanor. His alter ego, Maine Coon, is known as the serious, logical and edgy member of the main duo - but is very cute and fluffy, hence the name. He still likes to crack jokes, comes of as cocky at times and often insults Hawkmoth is the middle of battle. Maine Coon is extremely reckless and impatient, not wasting time and gets straight into the fight. No one connects the dots that Tommy is the tough, badass, take-no-shit superhero. Certainly not his partner...

Wilbur: He always felt like a big brother to Tommy and after receiving the bat miraculous he is put in a weird place. Wilbur has always been protective over Tommy but now with his bat miraculous (is instead of the ladybug) he feels protective over everyone. The hero Pipistrelle is an overwhelming positive figure in the city. He always puts his own life at risk for others, sacrifices himself and fights all the bad guys with a cheerful smile and endless hope. Making sure that all citizens feel safe, calm and protected. He sometimes acts innocent and immature as ploy to get people to underestimate him and see him as a happy-go-lucky moron in instead of a competent but upbeat hero. Pipistrelle is a great symbol of hope and rivals Maine Coon in a way that makes a great team. While Maine Coon is very impulsive, Pipistrelle always analyses the situation and figures out how to beat the villain. Maine Coon is the brawn and Pipistrelle is the brains. He interacts a lot with the public and coaches the new heroes like...

Tubbo: A massive fan of the superhero duo that is given the chance to be a hero. A lot of different things - fear of identity being revealed, the responsibility, wanted to impress the heroes, being under the public eye and most of all not wanting to be akumatised - made Tubbo adopt a strange identity. He became the hero that no one would try to mess with and never showed weakness. Basically, Tubbo took the logical part of his personality and turned it up to eleven. Bumblebee is an extremely intelligent, brave and most of all emotionless hero. He never shows any emotion or vulnerability and is well known for playing psychological games with the villains. If a villain sees this 5′5 boy dressed in a cute little bee outfit they are, and should be, terrified. Some people see him as sadistic or apathetic or ruthless but no one ever knows what he is thinking, not even the other heroes. But for some weird reason he has a great bond - or at least everyone thinks he has - with the next hero...

Ranboo: He wouldn’t consider himself the bravest person. That’s why when offered the wolf miraculous (replacing the tiger) Ranboo panicked. How was he supposed to save people? But then a villain attacked and a little boy (guess who) was about to be hurt and well... Ranboo kinda went apeshit. He immediately transformed saved the boy and with his wolf powers violently beat the shit out of the villain. What Ranboo didn’t except was everyone viewing the new hero, dubbed Tundra Wolf, as aggressive, assertive and protective. So Ranboo kinda just rolled with it, playing a confident, bellicose tough guy. Being Tundra actually helps with his anxiety as a civilian and helps him build a backbone. His persona was a complete accident unlike...

Techno: Lets face it, he knew he could never be a superhero. Techno is way to recognisible because of his hair, fighting experience and demeanor. Thankfully, in costume his hair has blonde highlights but his combat skills and demeanor are still too noticeable. So what did Techno do? He decided that he cannot act like himself whatsoever. He has to talk like someone else. He has to act like someone else. He has to fight like someone else. He has to be the opposite of himself. And who is the opposite of Techno? Quackity. Technos ingenious idea is to act like Quackity. Techno is very unsure how the two became best friends but all he knows is that if he acts like Quackity his identity would be safe. The pig hero Ba Xuyen is definitely the most chaotic out of all the heroes. A hilarious, childish and a little bit sketchy comic relief hero. But Techno still has his own moments and every time he is one-on-one with a villain he either threatens them in a cryptic way or has a dramatic, sinister, improvised speech with very menacing undertones. Over time, the persona changes into one Techno is more comfortable with and feels somewhat natural and he even ends up liking his own hero persona. No one would ever compare Ba Xuyen to Techno despite the fact they look identical because the idea is just ricidulous. But Techno dreads the day his identity is revealed. He can’t even imagine what would happen or how people would reaction like...

Philza: In this AU he can either be an actual father or just an older parental figure who’s in college or something, do want you want. Phil is basically a paternal figure to a bunch of kids and is offered the crow (in place of the snake) miraculous with the power of second chance. After his kwami subtly calls him old, Phil begins to train to be a superhero and not be called old. Phil’s first outings as a hero were him playing through time, rewinding and changing little things all while completely hidden and never being seen. The heroes are oblivious and call it dumb luck. But then Phil is forced to reveal himself and fight along side the heroes and immediately all the heroes look up to him. The new hero Rook is a badass and authoritative figure despite being a man of few words. All the heroes treat him kinda like The Godfather: standing up straighter, completely silent whenever he is talking, never asking him about his private life, never questioning his orders, referring to him as sir. But they never call him old. No one is brave enough. If the media ever called him old there would be hell to pay and a lot of heroes unhappy they dare to disrespect their parental figure. Surprisingly, Rook never tried to be intimidating or commanding and often tries to be affectionate with the heroes. A few compliments, a kind smile, a pat on the back, laughing at their jokes, voicing concern after harsh fights and letting them call him ‘The Crow Father’. All the heroes see these moments as absolute blessings and brag about how they are the favorite. Even outside of the heroes, Rook is a father to the city like Pipistrelle is a big brother. In civilian form, everyone adores the hero and Tommy refers to Rook as God himself and Phil has to stop himself from either going red or laughing.

Next post will feature:

Fundy

Niki

Quackity

Karl

Sapnap

Bbh & Skeppy

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