#actually all of my streaming is that lol except shudder

[greenvillainredemption]

KIMI NI TODOKE IS ON NETFLIX

THE MENU IS ON DISNEY

YEEES

[coffin-flop]

the thing is i can’t cancel any of my fucking streaming services b/c i split the costs w/ at least one person for all of ‘em 

[mypoisonedvine]

Seeing Red | bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x actress!reader (part 2)

(part 1)

series summary: bucky used to brag that he didn’t have a celebrity crush, or really care about famous people at all, which is what made him the perfect person to start working for a celebrity like yourself.  except, of course, it’s just his luck that he’d fall for you.  

word count: 3k

chapter warnings: kinda smut? (male masturbation), stalking (not bucky lol), a bit a violence, angst

It had been a month.  Well, 29 days, to be exact; he’d been counting them.  29 days since he’d seen so much more than he was supposed to, and he was pretty sure you’d seen him too.  29 days of tense silence as he wondered if you were ever going to say anything about it.

It must have been that you hadn’t seen him, if you hadn’t said anything for so long.  But god, it really did feel like you were looking right into his eyes as you came that night.  He knew the reality was that it was a horrible mistake and he was a terrible person for looking at you like that, and that he was never going to be any closer to you than watching someone else pleasure you; he knew that truly.  But regardless, that moment had been playing on repeat in his mind for 29 days.

And now, as he took his shower, he prepared to finish off day 29 and start day 30.

“Fuck,” he hissed under his breath, head falling back against the cool tile as his hand stroked slowly over his cock.  He’d dreamt about you (again) and woken up so hard that it actually hurt; so this wasn’t a continuation of his perversion, or his unhealthy obsession, no, it was pain relief.  It was medicine, really.

In his dream, like always, it had been him between your legs in the back of the car and not that other guy— who he’d seen on TV the other day, dying in the first five minutes of an episode of some awful CW drama, by the way.  It killed him that he couldn’t know how you really taste, or how you really would sound saying his name, but the best guess of his subconscious would have to do.  He tried to conjure in his mind how you sounded that night, each frame of the memory burned into his brain until it was what he saw every time it closed his eyes.

Baby.

That was what you’d said first, and it still made his heart stop every time it echoed in his head.  Baby.

The word itself was sort of innocuous, but it was the way you said it— just below your breath, deep but airy— and what it meant.  It was a plea: you were begging him to touch you, to make you feel good, to help you.  Bucky could listen to you beg for hours, it would be like music to his ears; like poetry, even.  

Later that night, when he’d given you the rest of his sandwich, he’d gotten the closest he ever would to hearing you moan his name.  What you’d said originally was just ‘oh my god, Bucky, this is so good’ and it was just generic enough that he could imagine it being a little more specific.  Sure, it was stupid to get off on memories of you praising a sandwich (that you ate while drunk in the shower) but it still did wonders for him as his hand pumped his length faster and faster.

Oh my god, Bucky, it feels so good— you feel so good.  You’re so good.  Oh my god, Bucky—

He bit down on his lip, already so close to the edge that there was no turning back, toes curling underneath the stream of hot water as his breathing moved just as quick as his thoughts— thoughts of you in the back of the car, or in the shower with your foggy silhouette just barely visible to him, or doing all sorts of things that he’d never seen you do but he’d love to pretend he had.  

“Oh my god, Bucky!” you yelled as you swung open the door, a choked moan jumping out of his throat in shock as his eyes shot open, come starting to spill down over his hand.

You couldn’t see him through his shower curtain, thank all that’s holy, but it was a sort of sensory overload as he tried to process what was going on mid-orgasm.

“What?!” he yelped, voice clearly rougher but hopefully not in a way you would find suspicious.

“Come quick,” you requested.

Already did, he thought to himself with a shudder of guilt.

“What’s going on?”

“There’s somebody in the yard,” you explained frantically, “it’s probably nothing, but I don’t know how they got past the gate—”

Your mitigation was lost to him as he was already turning off the flow of water, the evidence of his misdeed already washed away, leaving only the ringing in his ears and the burning in his cheeks as reminders.

You stepped out into the hall to give him just enough privacy to slip on a robe, which he was certain he looked ridiculous in but he really had no choice.  Storming out of the bathroom, he wasn’t sure he was ready to confront a potential threat while dripping wet and barefoot, but the whole point of him living here most of the week was so he could keep you safe at all times— apparently, shower time included.  

“Stay inside,” he instructed you quickly, “and stay out of the line of sight of any windows and doors, got it?” 

You nodded, and he could tell you were scared.  He hated that you had to worry about this sort of stuff.  He was glad to be there to help, yes, but he would rather this line of work didn’t need to exist at all even if it put him out of a job.  You waited for him there as he pushed past you and moved through the living room, considering whether or not he should grab a weapon from the safe he kept hidden in this room— but then he glanced to his left arm, drying quicker than the rest of him, and remembered he already had a weapon.

By the time he reached the door he could hear someone shouting your name outside.  As Bucky flipped on the damn-near-blinding security light on your porch and entered the yard, he saw a guy— smaller than him, but not exactly tiny— who seemed to ignore him and the light completely as he continued his desperate attempts to get your attention.  

“This is private property, you need to leave,” Bucky told the man in his best ‘stern but not quite yelling’ voice. 

“Is she home?” he asked him instead, totally unfazed by the warning.  As the fan looked back up and called your name again, Bucky shivered with the realization that he was looking up at your bedroom window.  Had he already seen you there?  Or, worse, did he have some other way of knowing which window was your bedroom?

“You need to get out of here before I call the police.  You’re trespassing,” Bucky continued, pushing the man back towards the gate.  Sadly, Bucky knew from experience the police weren’t that concerned about celebrity stalkers— you and him had both called to no avail once they learned the name of the homeowner.  It made his blood boil just to think about it.

“Hey, let go of me!” the man resisted, pushing Bucky back.  He seemed to sober up a bit when Bucky’s face changed, though, but it was too late.  He tried to duck but totally missed, and Bucky’s right fist made contact with his jaw.  “Ow!” he screeched, cowering and trying to cover his face.  “What the fuck?!  That’s assault— you just assaulted me!”

“And you’re trespassing.  And harassing.  And probably stalking,” Bucky listed, continuing to guide the man back towards the gate.  “Tell me how you got in here.  Did you hop the fence?”

He couldn’t go any further back as the man was pressed back against a stone column, squirming a bit but otherwise putting up little fight— or maybe he was actually trying his best, and it was just lost on someone as strong as Bucky.  

Unamused by his stammering and lack of an answer, Bucky brought his metal fist to the column right beside the man’s face, hitting hard enough to break off a sizable chunk of the stone.  “Tell me!” he demanded.

“There’s a tree out back, I climbed it!” he explained with a whimper, “I’m sorry!”

“Don’t come back here, you hear me?  Or this—” Bucky pointed to the dent in the column that he’d made— “will be your face!”

Letting him go and swinging open the gate a bit, the man ran away of his own volition, stumbling down the street and out of the glowing light of the streetlamps.  Bucky let out a low sigh, hoping it was the last of him but terrified that it wouldn’t be.  He made a mental note to call a landscaper about trimming this mysterious tree in the back, or maybe chopping it down altogether, as he made his way back inside.  He found you in the living room, chewing your nails nervously and watching him step closer with wide, watery eyes.

“He’s gone,” Bucky informed you quickly.

“Thank you,” you mumbled.

“You okay?” he asked gently.

“Um, yeah,” you decided, but you didn’t seem so confident.  Even so, he wasn’t sure what more he could do.  

“Oh, I broke your pillar, by the way.  Sorry.”

“I saw that,” you smiled a little, but he frowned.

“I told you to stay out of sight of the windows,” he reminded you.

You sighed.   “I know, I know, I just…” you trailed off, lip quivering a little as you got emotional again.  “I know it’s stupid but—”

“No, don’t say that,” he interjected.

“— but I was so scared,” you finished, voice wavering as you ran towards him, suddenly pulling him into a tight hug.  It took him by surprise, but he figured it was okay to hug you back.  He was only wearing a robe, he suddenly remembered, and your face was against the exposed portion of his bare chest.  If he hadn’t gotten off just minutes ago, he certainly would’ve gotten hard just from that (embarrassingly enough).

“Hey, it’s okay,” he soothed gently, indulging himself in resting his chin on top of your head as he stroked your hair.  

“Thank you,” you mumbled against his skin, pulling him even closer, “god, I don’t even know what I would’ve done if you hadn’t been here.”

A pang of guilt rattled in his chest; you trusted him so completely and he was crushing on you, spying on you (only the once, but still), taking advantage of your need for protection, staying in your guest bedroom and jerking off to you in your shower— when had he turned into an unstoppable pervert?

“Will you stay in my room tonight?” you asked him suddenly, looking up at him with those big shiny eyes and a pouty lip.

“Oh nonononono,” he shook his head, instantly recognizing that trap.

“No, Bucky, please,” you whimpered, “that guy might come back, I don’t want you all the way across the house.”

“I shouldn’t— I’d be overstepping—” he stammered.

“Please,” you sighed, and he sighed too, because when you said it like that, he couldn’t say no to you.

//

Bucky had insisted on staying on the floor as opposed to getting up on your bed, which was a drag but whatever.  At least you had a lot of good spare blankets and pillows to make him a comfy-looking pallet.  He seemed to agree when he appeared behind you in the doorway to find you on your knees on the floor, putting it all together.

“You didn’t need to do that, I’m pretty good at sleeping on floors as-is,” he dismissed.

“No, I’m happy to!” you beamed, turning around and choking a bit when you looked up at him in his pajamas.  Even though they were still pretty conservative, specifically sweats and a scoop neck sweater-y sort of top, it was probably more than you’d ever seen of him since his uniform was very concealing.  You were kind of hoping to catch a glimpse of his metal hand— you didn’t get to see it much because he wore driving gloves the vast majority of the time, and you hadn’t really been paying attention when it was exposed earlier by his just being in a robe— but he was noticeably leaning against the doorframe in such a way that you couldn’t see it.  The thing that really got a reaction out of you was his dog tags, though; you’d never seen him wear them before and there was something perfect about the way the silver chain dangled over the slight peek of collarbone visible above his neckline.  “Aren’t you warm wearing that much to bed?”

“No, it’s fine,” he dismissed.  You hoped he wasn’t wearing more just for your benefit.  Shirtlessness would’ve benefited you more, certainly.  In fact, now you felt kind of bad that you were just wearing a thin, silky short-and-tank set.  Hopefully it didn’t make him uncomfortable.

Getting up from the floor, you slipped under your covers and motioned for him to do the same.  He turned off your lamp first, stealing your last chance at a good view of the hand, and you heard him get comfortable on the floor.

“Thank you for this,” you mumbled quickly into the darkness.  “I don’t think I’d be able to fall asleep if you weren’t in here.

“Oh, of course,” he replied softly.  

“Goodnight,” you whispered.

“Goodnight,” he answered back, and his low, sleepy voice was somehow both soothing and energizing.

You weren’t sure if you even tried to fall asleep, or how long you laid staring out into the void of the darkness.  It was so dark in your room that you saw purple spots dancing in the corners like static as your eyes adjusted, incomprehensible shapes forming to make up for the lack of visual stimulation.  You wished that there was enough ambient light to be able to see Bucky’s shape on the floor and know he was there; instead, you settled for the subtle sound of his slow breathing.  When you heard him adjust slightly, you decided maybe just the breathing wasn’t enough to be sure it was really safe.

“Bucky?” you whispered under your breath.  “Are you awake?”

“Yes,” he answered, making you sigh with relief.

“I can’t sleep.”

“I thought you said you wouldn’t be able to sleep if I wasn’t here.”

“But I never said you being here would make me sleep,” you pointed out.

“Then I should go,” he decided.

“No, please,” you hissed, “don’t go.”

“Okay.”

You took a deep breath.  “Tell me something,” you requested.

“Tell you what?”

“I don’t know, anything.”

He paused for a moment.  “Will it help you sleep?”

“Maybe,” you shrugged.

Bucky sighed, and you heard him turn on his side.  “Want me to tell you a bedtime story?” he asked, sarcasm noticeable even in a whisper.

“Yes,” you announced with a smile.

“Okay,” he pondered, “um… once upon a time—”

“Good start,” you rolled your eyes.

“No interrupting!” he scolded.

“Sorry…”

“Anyways, once upon a time there was a princess, who lived in a castle in the Isle of Manhattan.”

“A castle?” you asked excitedly.

“A somewhat modest castle, but yes.  One with big golden gates and marble columns.  The princess didn’t live all alone in her castle though— at least, not all the time.  She had many royal attendants, and servants, and plenty of friends of course.  But the problem with being a beautiful, kind, generous princess is that sometimes people get too friendly and want to visit her in the castle when she’d rather be alone.  Thankfully, the princess had a last line of defense—”

“Let me guess, a knight in shining armor?”  Or more like knight with shining arm.

“Wish I could say so,” he disagreed.  “No, this princess needed something a little fiercer, and that was why a dragon guarded the castle.”

“A dragon?!”

“Mhmm.  A big, scary dragon with sharp teeth and big wings, that breathed fire on anyone who got in his way.  The thing about knights is that they’re noble, and handsome, and righteous.  But righteousness prevents people from doing bad things, and sometimes bad things need to be done to protect good things.  So, knights can’t protect princesses like they should.  That’s what dragons are for.  They’re mean and nasty— it’s their nature, after all— and sometimes you need somebody burnt up, so you call a dragon and he’ll deal with it for you.  And this dragon was the meanest and nastiest of them all, and he’d burnt a lot of people in his time.  Oddly enough, the princess was still nice to him, but she had a lot of knights and princes and kings who wanted her hand.  Good thing the dragon was there to pick off the worst ones.”

You giggled a little, even though your heart was racing.

“The dragon watched over the castle every night— well, five nights a week… cause the princess wanted weekends to herself— but, still, he was very dedicated and did his best to keep her safe.  Sometimes he would take her to whatever lavish ball she had been invited to that week; she would ride on his back as he flew there, even though he was pretty scared she would fall off or something.  And sometimes…”

Your breath caught at the pause, waiting anxiously for what would come next.  

“Sometimes the dragon wished he wasn’t a monster.  But if he wasn’t a monster, then he couldn’t keep her safe.  So, he resigned himself to a life outside the castle, because at least he could be near her— even if she was impossibly far away.”

You swallowed as you tried to process it, finding yourself at a complete loss for words.

“The end,” he whispered gently, before giving you a goodnight and saying your name in a way that he’d never said it before— at least, you’d never heard him say it that way before.  But you really, really hoped you’d get to hear it again.  You did manage to fall asleep eventually, dreaming about flying and wishing you didn’t have to wake up.

[sirenascales]

-> double black [part five] 18+

-> Chuuya x 1stPOV!F!Reader x Dazai

-> Who knew getting fired from work could lead to this?

-> Content: SMUT, slight angst, violence, murder, swearing

The killer is revealed! What surprises are in store? [Chuuya x 1stPOV!F!Reader x Dazai]

2,420 words

warning: mentions of domestic violence and rape, violence and straight up murder

note: here we go... this is the second to last chapter :) hope you all enjoy reading! no smut again lol

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Final || masterlist

"This place... is creepy as hell," I mumbled under my breath, glancing curiously over at Dazai as we climbed out of the car and started walking towards the large abandoned factory. "Are you sure this is where Ranpo told us to go?"

"Yep~ He's usually never wrong, so there must be something here we can find~" Dazai sang, nonchalantly walking inside the factory. I sighed deeply and quickly followed him, shivering at the creepy aura it gave off.

"Ugh, does somebody really hide out here? It's giving me the creeps," I whined, hugging myself and rubbing my hands up and down my arms.

"What if there are ghosts here?" Dazai wondered and I shuddered deeply, fear striking my heart at the mere thought.

"Don't say that!"

"Will you two shut up?" A third voice spoke up and my eyes widened in surprise.

"Chuuya? What are you doing here? And... who's that?"

In the middle of the factory, Chuuya stood before a man tied up to a single chair, a linen bag over his head. Chuuya had a deep frown on his face, obviously extremely irritated with something.

"Wh-who is that?! Please, help me!" The man begged, howling in pain when Chuuya kicked him in the stomach.

"Shut the hell up!"

"Is that the one?" Dazai asked and Chuuya nodded. I looked at them in confusion.

"The one... what?"

"This," Chuuya started. "Is the one that's been stealing from the Port Mafia for well over a year. Along with that bastard Taichi."

My jaw fell open in shock, not expecting that at all. "Wh-what do you mean stealing?"

"Exactly what it sounds like. Taichi was in charge of moving product and bringing back the cash from the Northern area of the city. He's been getting his hands in the product, selling them little by little on the side to line his pockets." Chuuya seemed to grow angrier and angrier by the second as he explained. "We've been investigating that thief for three months and we finally pieced it together. Thanks to you." Chuuya's angry gaze is now on me and I feel my heart drop to the ground.

"What do you mean? Me?" I stuttered, looking over to the man as he began to struggle in his chair. He rocked from side to side, pleading loudly for his life.

"Please, let me go!"

There was a large bang! followed by a scream as Chuuya swiftly brought out a handgun, shooting the man right in the head. I was the one who screamed.

"I hate disloyalty," Chuuya spat, his voice cold. His equally icy glare narrowed on Dazai, who didn't even react to the man being killed, unlike myself. My now shaking hands were clamped over my mouth, in shock by what I've just witnessed.

"So tell me," Chuuya began, now turning to face me. "How is it that you knew that Taichi was meeting a drug dealer... the dead man at your feet specifically?" He didn't even give me a chance to answer before he continued. "How did you know that? Were you there?"

I rapidly shook my head, heart thudding in my chest. "No!" I exclaimed, taking a step back.

"Really? Taichi was killed in the South. That wasn't his area, and he wasn't even assigned to move the product. Hasn't been for months since the investigation started." Chuuya's voice was even, and it sent shivers down my spine. I took another step back. "Well? Explain yourself."

I gulped, absolute fear coursing through my body. I could feel the sweat slide down my temple and. "W-well, I overheard him talking about what he does for you. So! I just assumed..."

Chuuya scoffed, laughing dryly. "Plausible, yes." He dug into his coat's inner pocket and I gasped sharply when he held up my knife. I was stunned, thinking I had lost it, but Chuuya had it all along. Suddenly, that day I went to visit him in his office ran through my head, and I realized that was when I last saw my knife. Fuck.

I felt a sense of dread wash over me.

"I know you take excellent care of this knife, clean it regularly. Except for the blood in the hilt."

"And the bloody clothes I found under the sink in your bathroom," Dazai finally spoke up and I gasped sharply. "You probably should have thrown those clothes away before you had me sleep over. You know I like to snoop," He continued on as I clenched my shaking fists. Dazai circled around so he and Chuuya now stood before me, tall and intimidating. "You're the killer, aren't you? Actually, you don't have to answer that. We already know that you are."

I didn't say anything, my lips pulled in a thin line as I stared at the ground. I started to breathe a bit heavily, heart pounding and my blood boiling with the anger and rage I tried to keep at bay from the moments I wake up in the morning to the time I go to sleep at night.

"Well?" Chuuya yelled, growling. "Aren't you gonna say anything?! You killed him!"

I lifted my head up, and the two men looked genuinely surprised at the look in my face, eyes dark and narrow and full of anger. I was seething, but I couldn't help the sick, twisted smile that grew on my face. "And what if I did?" I asked, tilting my head to the side. "Hell hath no fury, right?"

Suddenly, there was an almost inhuman shriek as a figure jumped out from behind the men, knife brandished and slicing right at Dazai. Dazai luckily dodged it, the figure landing on its feet before standing tall. Dazai and Chuuya are both shocked, as they now stared at the perfect clone of myself. The clone didn't give Dazai any time to process, running towards him again and slicing almost wildly with the knife in hand.

"My, what a turn of events!" Dazai exclaimed a bit excitedly, taking in my clone's features. She looked exactly like me, except she looked more wild, her face contorted into one full of rage, anger and anguish with a seemingly endless stream of tears pouring down her face. Her movements were erratic, cries leaving her mouth as she lunged for the attack.

Meanwhile, I had engaged in a fight with Chuuya, but even I could immediately tell just how outmatched I was and that I had no hopes of beating him. Still, I threw a punch at him, able to get him right in his cheek, but he quickly retaliated with a harsh kick to my side. I cried out in pain, clutching my side.

"Are you crazy," Chuuya hissed. "Ability user or not, I'm one of the best martial artists in the Port Mafia! You're not beating me!" He dodged yet another of my punches, jumping back before he kicked me again right on my torso. I grunted in pain, falling on one knee.

"I'm afraid I don't like you," Dazai told my clone as he ducked down to dodge a wild swing. He quickly shot up, successfully headbutting the clone. She cried out in pain, covering her face with her hands as she fell back, Dazai reaching out to grab one of her wrists. As soon as he did so, she disappeared, his ability coming into effect. He let out a tired whew! dusting his hands off before turning to the fight between Chuuya and I.

Even if Chuuya did outmatch me, I tried to keep fighting him, until he suddenly grabbed me and threw me hard on the ground. I gasped, the wind knocked out of me. "Fuck!" I cursed, struggling to breathe as I tried to stand up. I am forced right back on my knees, a hand pressing on my neck. My anger disappeared, and by then, I knew that it was Dazai.

Now that all my anger, and fury was gone, all I had left was the immeasurable despair that settled in my chest, tears now freely sliding down my cheeks. I couldn't stop my sobbing, feeling the two men's wide eyes on me.

"He was beating her!" I cried out, just desperate for them to hear me out before they passed their judgements on me. "Taichi... was beating Keiko and... I never knew! She's been my best friend ever since I moved here and I never had a clue! Not one! Until that day she called me.. when I was at your place," I glanced at Dazai, lip quivering as I struggled to continue. "I went home and when she came over... I knew something was wrong I... then she took off her clothes and there wasn't an inch of her skin below her neck that wasn't covered in bruises I-" 

I choked up, covering my face as I started to sob uncontrollably, the pain of once seeing my friend who was so full of life, looking like a scared, beaten animal as she stood before me. As I cried, Dazai and Chuuya looked at each other, just stunned beyond words.

"I knew..." I spoke up after a moment. "That one of these days, he would actually kill her. That's why she was so afraid to leave him. He was already beating her, and raping her, what would stop him from killing her if she defied him?! Huh?!" Even with Dazai still holding onto the back of my neck, I started to grow angry. "So, I killed him. I killed him before he could have a chance to kill her!" I then stared at Chuuya in his blue eyes. "And I'll do it again."

"After Taichi dropped Keiko off at my apartment, I snuck out through the emergency stairwell and back exit to follow him. The building is old, so I knew there were no cameras."

I carefully kept the hood of my hoodie over my head as I followed Taichi from a distance, a determined look on my face, one that said that I will not stop.

I soon followed him into the alleyway, where I hid behind a dumpster and watched him do his drug deal. He was grinning and laughing, acting smug and it was honestly fucking disgusting.

"I waited until he was completely alone before confronting him. He didn't expect to see me at all."

"What the hell are you doing here?" Taichi demanded, glaring at me. He wasn't that nice, friendly guy he played himself to be anymore.  "What the fuck are you doing in Port Mafia business?"

"I honestly don't give a fuck about the Port Mafia. I do give a fuck about Keiko, and you're going to stay the fuck away from her."

He just stared at me, before he threw his head back and laughed loudly. "Okay... okay, stupid bitch. That was kind of funny. Just go back home before--"

"And before he could finish his sentence, my clone stabbed him right in his back."

I watched Taichi fall to the ground, my clone falling on top of him, shrieking as she stabbed him over and over again in a rage filled flurry. There was blood everywhere, some even spraying on my clothes as I watched.

Then, I stepped closer, pulling out my knife and landing one more final blow right in his chest, killing him.

"And he was as good as dead."

"... was Keiko in on this?"

Keiko opened the door to my apartment, letting me rush inside before closing and locking the door. She turned to look at me, eyes wide as she took in the blood on my clothes.

"Did... did you..." she stuttered softly, and I nodded.

"He's dead."

Keiko burst into tears.

"You know the answer to that already."

I was sitting on the ground now, head hung low as I stared at my hands. "I killed someone," I said softly, eyes burning with tears as I clenched my fists. "But when it comes to the people I love... I will do it again. So," I turned to Dazai. "Turn me into the police." I then turned to Chuuya. "Or just shoot me in the fucking head. I'm not strong enough against either of you... I just ask that you keep Keiko out of this. She has suffered far too much already."

I kept my head down, Chuuya and Dazai standing above me. Chuuya had a displeased look on his face, though Dazai's expression looked a bit forlorn.

"You'd do anything to protect your friends," Dazai stated and I looked up at him, looking broken, and small. Dazai gritted his teeth, frowning deeply.

"This is so fucked up," Chuuya grumbled, his mind moving at a mile a second as he rubbed his temples. Taichi was as good as dead anyways, seeing as him stealing from the Port Mafia was punishable by death. So what the hell is he supposed to do now? Chuuya growled in frustration.

"Did you guys..." I started, voice small as a thought plagued my mind. "...know all along...?" I bit my lip, keeping my gaze on the floor. "And when we-"

"It's not what you think," Dazai spoke up, knowing exactly what I was thinking. "You were just sloppy. But I don't blame you for panicking, bella."

"I knew as soon as you brought up the drug deal," Chuuya spoke up and I scoffed, laughing at my own stupidity. "I just wanted to fuck you 'cause of that dress."

Dazai snorted while I couldn't help the short laugh that escaped my mouth despite the situation. I shook my head, sighing deeply. I just decided to accept their answer, as this wasn't the right time to dwell upon my insecurities. I glanced over to the dead body of Taichi's accomplice, thinking he was probably going to die by the Port Mafia's hand anyway.

Dazai followed my gaze, tilting his head a bit as he tapped his chin. "There is no DNA evidence," Dazai recalled and Chuuya narrowed his eyes at him.

"Yeah, so?" he replied, stuffing his hands in his pocket.

"So," Dazai started, glancing over at me still on the ground. "There is no proof of her involvement. Man, just what will I tell the Boss now?!" Dazai threw his hands up dramatically, Chuuya's eye twitching in annoyance.

Still, the Executive kept his mouth shut, taking in the meaning of Dazai's words. Then, he looked over at me, blue eyes staring me down before his lips twitched upwards a bit.

"Oh yeah... I won the race."

-End

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Nsfw below the cut, you should know this drill by now... 😘

𝕬 - 𝕬𝖋𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖊

He needs it just as much as you do. He has a tendency to drop afterwards, so he finds it comforting to spend time coming down from it all with you. Lots of cuddling and definitely food and knocking out together, both making sure to constantly reassure each other.

𝕭 - 𝕭𝖔𝖉𝖞 𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖙

Does- does hair count as a body part? You know what fuck it its my blog I make the rules. He’s into hair pulling, both doing the pulling and having his pulled. He’ll give it a rough tug when he's behind you, but also expects you to take hold of his hair from time to time as well- with a very tight grip.

𝕮 - 𝕮𝖚𝖒

Facials. That’s really it. It’s facials. He isn’t a fan of super messy, but he always makes an exception when it comes to painting your pretty face. It;s a reminder that you belong to him so intimately in this sense.

𝕯 - 𝕯𝖎𝖗𝖙𝖞 𝕾𝖊𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖙

Kenma doesn’t only spend his money on video games. He actually has spent a significant amount of money on a very lavish collection of lingerie and little costumes for you to wear around the house. He’s always buying new pieces and adding them to your playroom- oh yeah... you have a playroom.

𝕰 - 𝕰𝖝𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊

I feel like Kenma’s experience comes solely from porn and stories Kuroo has told him that he never wanted to hear in the first place. But- that is a good enough teacher. He knows enough of what he’s doing to get you there, and prefers the challenge of trying various things on you until he realizes what really works to get you there fastest- like a game.

𝕱 - 𝕱𝖆𝖛𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝕻𝖔𝖘𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓

8/10 times he’s going to want you on top. It doesn’t matter how. He likes you on top because of the pressure your weight provides. Since he’s so little he likes to feel surrounded.

He also loves to fuck your face. The sight of your face getting lost in his pubes while you gag and get all teary-eyed as you struggle to meet his gaze drives him insane.

𝕲 - 𝕲𝖔𝖔𝖋𝖞

He’s not really the type to make jokes or anything in the moment. He’s focused on making sure you feel good and nothing else.

𝕳 - 𝕳𝖆𝖎𝖗

I’m so sorry- but like…. no lol. It’s almost a jungle. It’s not that he doesn’t care but he can’t be bothered. If you ask him he’ll definitely clean up, but you have to ask him or it’s just gonna stay that way.

𝕴 - 𝕴𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖆𝖈𝖞

Likes cockwarming for the closeness. You two can be laying in bed or chilling on the couch and he’ll just slip in, rutting into you every once in a while but mostly staying still and enjoying your warmth and tightness. You both enjoy it when you’re to tired to have sex, but still want to feel something

𝕵 - 𝕵𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝕺𝖋𝖋

He doesn’t like to do it himself, but instead opts for you to do so sometimes while he streams. You mostly do so because you want to though, he’s pretty indifferent. It’s just not really his thing. When he feels like he just has to- he’s 100% a pillow humper.

𝕶 - 𝕶𝖎𝖓𝖐

Roleplay: Anything that’s an escape from his normal he enjoys, and that also comes with your sex life too.

Breath Play: Kenma is 300% into breath play, and no I will not explain it he just is and I won’t take criticism. He holds his breath when he feels you start to get close- he doesn’t allow himself to breathe until you cum all over him- he’d rather let his lungs completely burn out before he leaves you unsatisfied. He holds his breath when he cums too, it intensifies his high.

Edging: that being said, you also have to work for it. If he's in a more domming mood, he’ll bring you to the brink and rip it away for hours… sometimes even days. If he’s being really mean, he’ll fuck you until you’re practically sobbing, but he won’t let you cum. He’ll cum and just leave you there, and don’t you dare touch yourself or you’ll just add to your punishment later

Voyeurism: you love letting him listen to/ watch you shower. He thinks you don’t know he’s there, but you can faintly hear the way his breath shudders over the water hitting the tiled walls. You can only imagine what he’s thinking of doing to you, and it turns you both on.

𝕷 - 𝕷𝖔𝖈𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓

If you think he’s going to do it anywhere but a space with a bed/something to sleep on after- you’re wrong. Sadly this limits you to the confines of your home or the occasional hotel. The baby just exhausts himself too easily and needs to recharge after you’re done.

𝕸 - 𝕸𝖔𝖙𝖎𝖛𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓

He’s encouraged by you begging for him. Every time you moan out his name- every time you plead for him to let you cum- it makes him feel powerful. He’s not just a subby baby! He gets off on the power dynamic between you. He knows how apathetic he comes off at times and he uses that to his advantage- loving nothing more than for you to beg for him to touch you. He likes to ignore you on purpose to build up the tension.

𝕹 - 𝕹𝖔!

Ken loves to watch, but that’s it. That being said, he doesn’t like being watched. So he’s not much of an exhibitionist. You’re the only real exception to the rule.

𝕺 - 𝕺𝖗𝖆𝖑

He never lasts long when you do go down on him, so he prefers to wait it out until he’s close, or he’ll let you suck him off when he really needs to cum. He loves it but he can’t control himself, so he doesn’t ask super often, but he does like an occasional morning surprise bj- it’s made him a morning person

𝕻 - 𝕻𝖆𝖈𝖊

If he’s fucking you- its so slow its painful at first. Since he wants you to beg, he’ll coax it out of you slowly, building you up until you’re a hot mess, but he never goes faster until the last second. If he’s the one getting fucked, he’s all about you being even and setting a good pace for him. He prefers it when you start slow and gradually get faster, slowing down again once he gets close, and milking it out of him.

𝕼 - 𝕼𝖚𝖎𝖈𝖐𝖎𝖊

Absolutely not. He wants to be able to take his time. Like any gamer, he’s not going to be satisfied until he gets a perfect score. So that means he needs time. Its the same thing when you take control. He wants you to take your time exploring him, he wants you to take the time and care to make him fall apart slowly and meticulously. If you’re particularly needy, he’ll give in to hold you over- but expect it to be lazy and sloppy, and a bit unsatisfying. He’s going to leave you wanting more.

𝕽 - 𝕽𝖎𝖘𝖐

Again, not much to see here. He’s not vanilla in the slightest, but he knows what he likes, and he knows what works. Instead of trying a bunch of new things, he prefers to try different combinations of his tried-and-trues, with a sprinkle of something else here or there- that’s how he keeps you on your toes.

𝕾 - 𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖆

Prefers quality over quantity, so most of the time his rounds are one and done. But that one and done can last hours- he has a lot of control over himself and will hold off until he’s sure you’re spent. He’ll give in to a few more rounds of you ask him nicely- he can’t resist when you bat your pretty eyes his way… but he’ll probably get you off with toys or his hands instead.

𝕿 - 𝕿𝖔𝖞

Likes to use toys on you, especially when he’s tired or feeling particularly lazy that day. He likes the fact that you can still get off by his hand without him having to do much. He will use it to his advantage though, which means you need to be prepared to be edged for awhile most days...

𝖀 - 𝖀𝖓𝖋𝖆𝖎𝖗

He’s VERY easy to tease. Gets flustered by the smallest actions, no matter how innocent they are. Can’t really control his boners so you have to be careful with him. He hates being teased but lives to tease you.

𝖁 - 𝖁𝖔𝖑𝖚𝖒𝖊

Very breathy, very shaky. He’s not necessarily super quiet, but there’s a lot of deep breathing and exhaling as opposed to outright moans. When he does actually moan it’s so delicate and pretty. He does talk to you as well, he tells you how pretty you look in your lace, and how much he likes pretty things like you.

𝖂 - 𝖂𝖎𝖑𝖉𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖉

His favorite post fuck meal is mac n cheese. Kuroo fed it to him in celebration when Kenma lost his virginity and he has now been essentially pavloved to associate sex with the Kraft blue box.

𝖃 - 𝖃-𝕽𝖆𝖞

It's not like, pretty- it's cute- Under the mess of hair anyway. Very uwu cute. He’s not a shower but he has maybe 5-6 when he’s ready to go. It's pink all around and chubby. Honestly it looks like those adorable little smiling mushroom plushies- you know the ones.

𝖄 - 𝖄𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌

His sex drive isn’t low, but instead its moderate. You’re a lot more needy than he is, so you tend to always be the one initiating- but he’ll also never be shy about asking you when he wants you.

𝖅 - 𝖅𝖟𝖟

He’s out before he even hits the pillow most times. He loves to fall asleep in your arms, resting his head on your chest to time his own breaths with your heartbeat. The only drawback of how cute this sight is is that kenma snores like a 70-year old man in dangerous need of a cpap.

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Karamatsu getting fed up with Ichi? Leading to tears being shed. I love that content. Lol

hehehe I'm a slut for Iromatsu, I LOVE these two!!

I wasn't sure which one of them you wanted to cry, so... have both of them shedding some tears, which is always nice, two for the price one one, huh? :D

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He tries.

Karamatsu tries so hard not to let his younger brother’s strange hatred upset him.

What did he ever do to Ichimatsu, after all? Sure, Karamatsu is a… ‘painful’ guy, as he’s been told, in general. He can’t remember doing anything in particular to Ichimatsu that he hasn’t also done to his other brothers, though. And as much as he can acknowledge he’s not perfect, all he’s ever really tried to do is love his brothers, take care of them, and try to be happy himself.

The others at least have the good sense to ignore him if he’s doing something a little excruciating. Ichimatsu, though… Karamatsu thinks he’d rather be ignored than hated and insulted.

Like today. The others are all out with their own plans ― Jyushimatsu playing baseball, Osomatsu gambling, Choromatsu job hunting, and Totty at lunch with friends. Karamatsu has been left alone with Ichimatsu, via his own choice. His younger brother has just barely gotten over a cold that, by some miracle, none of the others managed to catch.

Instead of leaving like everyone else, what has Karamatsu been doing? Staying at home trying to look after Ichimatsu. Even though he’s not really sick anymore. Even though Ichimatsu isn’t doing much except reading magazines and cuddling with his cats and nodding off every so often. Even though Karamatsu could be doing something else.

Ichimatsu seems like he couldn’t care less that his big brother stayed behind to watch him while everyone else abandoned him. Karamatsu is the only one who had any second thought as to watching after him. Every touch against his forehead is slapped away in an instant, every query about him needing anything is met with a scowl and a, “Shut up”, and… all in all, it appears Ichimatsu would be happier if he were all by himself. He’d rather be alone than with Karamatsu.

They’ve both been quiet for a long stretch, awkward in each other’s company. At least they’ve distracted themselves with a magazine each, so maybe Ichimatsu can tolerate Karamatsu as long as he’s not speaking.

There are a few little coughs from Ichimatsu’s direction, like he’s been giving all day; a cough is usually the last thing to go for him when he’s been sick. Instead of tapering off as they’ve been doing, he continues to cough, sounding like he can’t catch his breath. When Karamatsu looks over, Ichimatsu is half curled in on himself, shoulders shaking as he tries to get past the fit.

The second eldest is on his feet in a second, stepping over toward the sofa. “Ah, Ichimatsu, my dear brother! Would you like me to get you a drink? Some tea with umeboshi might soothe that―”

“G―ahk―od, get AWAY FROM ME!” Before he can get too far, Ichimatsu shoves him away even in the middle of coughing. Only a moment later he’s taking regular breaths again, though apparently no less pissed. “I don’t need any tea. I’m fine! And in case you didn’t notice, you’re not Mom, so you can stop acting like a mother hen! Actually, just die!”

It’s nothing Ichimatsu hasn’t said before, to be completely honest. He’s pushed Karamatsu away more times than anyone in this family can count. It shouldn’t really be a surprise, should it? He doesn’t like Karamatsu too near him at the best of times, unless they’re sleeping, never mind when he’s already irritated.

Still, for some reason, something inside Karamatsu snaps at this outburst.

There are already tears forming when he pulls away, clenching fists, heels digging into the floor. He can’t explain it; something about the way his little brother just yelled at him hurt more than anything else.

“Why do I even bother with you?!” His voice comes out harsher and rougher than he meant it to. If anyone else were listening in, it would be evident that he’s on the verge of crying. He loves his brothers more than anything, including Ichimatsu, he loves them all more than he loves himself. It’s never made sense to him why Ichimatsu seems to hate him more than anything. It’s frustrating. If Ichimatsu doesn’t want him around, maybe he should just leave.

And he can’t help it, the way the tears start to stream down his cheeks. The last time he cried in front of his brothers was… high school, or shortly after in the next few years? It hasn’t happened in a long time. That it’s happening now, in front of Ichimatsu who can’t stand him, who doesn’t care, is just another nail in Karamatsu’s pathetic coffin.

“I love you so much, and you couldn’t give less of a damn about me!” He presses a hand to his eyes in an attempt to stem the tears like he might if they were blood, but predictably it doesn’t work.

His heart is pounding frantically against his ribs, panicking that he’s losing his cool exterior in front of the one brother who will never let him live it down, anxious that he’s done something so wrong to make one of his siblings hate him so much. He doesn’t know what and he can’t fix it and maybe he should just give Ichimatsu what he wants.

Everything is eerily silent as Karamatsu continues to cry. After a moment it dies down to nothing but a few shuddering sobs, and when he looks at his little brother through blurry eyes, he thinks Ichimatsu looks… uncomfortable?

Well. Fucking. Good. He should be uncomfortable.

Finally, when Karamatsu is breathing normally enough to say something, he tries to steel himself against the carpet, legs straight as he can get them, fists tight, trying not to buckle and end up in a heap on the floor. He looks at Ichimatsu with what’s possibly the most pitiful expression he’s ever given anyone.

“What… what have I done wrong?” he manages to choke out, in such a smaller voice than his usual one that it almost doesn’t even sound like him. “How have I failed you to make you hate me so much?”

“Wh―” Ichimatsu actually seems to be startled. He’s all wide eyes and body halfway off the couch as if he’s going to stand up and his expression might be more at home on someone who’s just been stabbed in the back. “You didn’t… I’m not… i-it’s not like that!”

Excuses, right? That’s all Ichimatsu ever seems to give. “Then what is it like, Ichimatsu?! I must have done something!”

“You’re such a dumbass! God! Not everything is about you!” Ichimatsu suddenly changes position, curling up into a ball as much as he’s able to. It’s a few seconds before he says anything, and when he does, it sounds… like he’s crying?

“You didn’t do anything,” he mumbles. “It’s me. It’s my problem. I’m the asshole. You’re painful and I can’t stand you sometimes and I don’t… I can’t… it’s not anything you did. It’s my stupid, garbage bullshit. You know I’m the worst of us all and you still think how I feel is because you did something wrong?”

All the wind is out of Karamatsu’s sails practically in an instant. He never considered before that Ichimatsu’s feelings about him could notbe his fault. After all, Ichimatsu is fine with the rest of their brothers. It’s only Karamatsu that he has a real, burning issue with. So how could he not think he’s done something to cause that?

After another few minutes of quiet, Karamatsu walks over and sits down next to Ichimatsu. Far enough away that he isn’t pressed up against his brother when Ichimatsu might not want that, close enough that it’s undeniable he’s here. He gently places the box of tissues from the table between them, taking one to wipe his own eyes.

He has a feeling they might end up needing these.

When he speaks up, he does so softly. “Ichimatsu… I think we need to talk. Just you and I.”

Ichimatsu lifts his head after a moment. It’s not a huge gesture, but it’s something that doesn’t push Karamatsu away.

“… Yeah. You’re probably right. Can I… have a tissue first?”

[onechicagorpf]

Not A Stranger - Part 3

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader (Chicago Med intern)

Waking up in bed next to a random naked guy after a drunken night out usually sucks, but eh, whatever. you’ll never see him again, right? Well except this time, random naked guy turns out to be your ED attending’s little brother, so maybe you’re a little bit screwed…

Read Part 1 here Read Part 2 here Read Part 4 here

Warnings: SMUT. A little bit of R-rated smut! Swearing, the usual cuss words. Some angst/PTSD, although it’s not overtly discussed. Dubious medical content (discussion of amputation & blood), some of which has been shamelessly lifted from a season 3 episode of Code Black!

A/N: So there’s definitely going to be a Part 4, lol! I’ll try and have it out by this time next week. Send me asks/messages/leave a note if you liked this and want to see more - it really makes me feel so much less insecure about my writing ahaha! Also do send me short prompts or requests that I can fill as blurbs (i.e. nothing that’s going to be a several chapter story - I will request those later on!) - preferably for Jay but I can do Will as well! Female!Halstead sibling is also okay :) Anyway enough talking, enjoy!

PS: I make mention of bearded Jay in this chapter; this gif is totally the version of him I had in my head for this chapter!

"Walter Holden. 16 years old, victim of an auto accident, came in with a dislocated right leg."

There's droplets of rain on the other side of the windows. It blurs the view - all of a sudden, the buildings you can usually see from the 13th floor of the hospital are just fuzzy, beige blocks.

"Preliminary exam showed no other major trauma, and his vital signs were strong. His leg just had to be reset."

A shudder goes down your spine - was the hospital's conference room always this cold? Well, you don't know - you've never been in here before.

"Dr Halstead advised 10 mil of morphine, but the patient refused pain medication, and the leg was reset. It was at this point that Dr Halstead handed the patient off to Dr Y/L/N, requesting her to evaluate his leg for blood flow."

There's been a strange tapping noise for the last 5 minutes, but only now do you realise it's your fingers against the oval, wooden table.

"Dr Y/L/N? Dr Y/L/N!" You snap out of your reverie and look up. Dr Lanik's glaring at you. You apologise. He takes his seat, next to Mrs Goodwin and Will, both of whom send you a soft smile that doesn't quite reach their eyes. They're trying to be reassuring, but it doesn't matter - you're ready to drown yourself.

Clearing your throat, you speak. "I was instructed to evaluate his right leg for blood flow. I did so by checking his pulses, uh, dorsalis pedis and posterior tibialis." You pause, as some of the other occupants in the conference room - all members of the board or lawyers, all wearing pristine suits and a cold, calculating expression - turned to look at each other.

You clear your throat again. "It was a uh, a textbook exam."

"I'm sorry, in which textbook does it say to check for an arterial injury by just palpating a pulse?" Dr Lanik cuts in sharp.  Will closes his eyes, as you struggle to breath normally.

"90% of all patients - "

"I can't hear you, Dr Y/L/N." Dr Lanik's voice booms across the room, and Will's had it.

"This is ridiculous, there's no need to be intimidating her like this - she's a first year resident and - "

"And she was satisfied with a pulse check to evaluate blood flow? Do I need to remind everyone here that the acceptable course of action in this scenario is to order a doppler or an ABI? That boy's leg was sitting for ages without proper blood flow, and eventually the best we could do for him was amputate it."

Will shakes his head vehemently. "Pathology's looked over the leg - they determined that the severity of the accident combined with the amount of time it took CFD to extricate Holden from the car meant that his leg wasn't viable before he even stepped into the ED." Will turns to you, his eyes piercing as he spoke directly to you.

"There was nothing you could've done that would've changed the outcome. Nothing."

You take a deep breath. You don't nod.

"Alright, we've heard everything we need to hear." The head of the legal department says, after a few moments of discussion with the board members. "Given the findings from Pathology, we will not be terminating Dr Y/L/N's employment here at Chicago Med. However, we recommend that her OR privileges be revoked, and that she is attached to an attending for a duration of 2 months, by which point hopefully she will learn that not every case is a textbook case." She stares directly at you. "Dismissed." Chairs scrape against the floor as everyone makes their leave.

Will places his hand on your shoulder, and you realise you haven't moved even after everyone's left.

His voice is soft. "We all make mistakes. And - "

"I could've been the reason he lost his leg. If he'd come in with ample time to save the leg, and I just - and I just didn't realise it, I could've been the reason a kid had to lose a leg." There's tears in your eyes as you turn to look at Will, who just sighs.

"Yeah. But that's not what happened."

"I got lucky." You shrug, tears freely streaming down your face now. "I just got lucky."

Will doesn't say anything. He just hugs you.

***

It's not the kind of thing you just get over, you realise, because it's been 5 days since it happened but you can't get it out of your head. You've been barely getting any sleep; often you jerk awake in the middle of the night or the early hours of the morning, after which it's next to impossible to fall asleep again. It's also affecting your work more than just making you tired - you keep second-guessing your medical judgements, deferring to Will or Natalie or Ethan for anything and everything. None of them bite at you for it, because they know what's going on and they know what you're going through, but some part of you wishes they would. Wishes that they'd just grab you by the shoulders and shake you, and say "Be a damn doctor."

Dr Charles met with you for lunch earlier today, and you lamented your troubles. The kind and thoughtful psychiatrist patiently listened, before giving you some wisdom you needed to hear. Amongst which was "find a distraction".

"You mean focus on something else?" You asked, chasing a watermelon cube at the bottom of your fruit cup.

"Yeah, but it's a little bit of a dangerous tactic. See, you don't want to distract yourself from dealing with the pain and the guilt you feel, because emotions don't tend to go away when you suppress them like that. But if you're having trouble processing it, it can be helpful to take your mind off of it for a while, wait til some time has passed and it's not so...intense. And maybe then it'll be easier to tackle and get over, y'know?" Dr Charles advised and you nodded, taking it in.

You think about what exactly you could do to distract yourself as you finish your shift and make your way towards your car in the parking lot.

Maybe I should take up painting?

The thought of yourself - little miss notoriously bad at anything artsy - trying to paint has you chuckling softly. You're about to give up on this whole distract yourself thing when, as if on cue, your phone buzzes with a text message. You get into your car, turn on the heating, and pull out your phone.

J.H. 11:32PM

So...guess who's back :)

You can't help the smile on your face. Jay's been undercover for the past week - it actually got started the next morning after the night you went over for "hockey". He'd gotten a text early in the morning asking him to come in, and so the two of you had actually barely spoken since...the festivities of that night.

You 11:33PM

Congrats, detective :)

J.H. 11:33PM

Wanna come over and help me celebrate?

Huh. Well maybe Dr Charles wasn't off-target with the whole "distract yourself" thing - although you're positive having meaningless sex is probably not one of the healthy methods of distraction that he was envisioning.

But quickly, you realise it doesn't matter - ever since what happened, you haven't been sleeping well at night. It's been close to 6 days and you're wrecked, so maybe some good, tires-you-out-completely sex is exactly what you need?

You 11:34PM

Be there in 15

 J.H. 11:34PM

Can't wait :)

 Your lips curve into a smile as you pull out of the parking lot and down into the main road.

***

"I've been waiting to do this...for so long..." Jay murmurs in your ear before pressing kisses down the side of your neck, his hands roaming all over your body. You tilt your head to the side, exposing the expanse of your neck to him.

“It’s only been…a couple ‘a days…” You reply softly, and you feel Jay’s huffs of soft laughter into your neck. You turn to look at him, pulling away. “What?”

There’s a teasing smile on his face. “Most women take it as a compliment if a guy says he hasn’t stopped thinking about her.”

You shake you head, putting on a teasing look, “Uh-uh, that’s not what you said, you said you’ve been wanting to do this – ”

“It was implied – ”

“It wasn’t implied and even if it was – ”

“It was implied and even if it wasn’t, that’s still a compliment.” Jay says pointedly, a huge grin on his face. You narrow your eyes at him, trying to hide the growing smile on your face. He chuckles, seeing right through you.

You smack his arm. “You keep laughing at me in bed and I’m gonna get mad.” This gets Jay full-on laughing, and your jaw drops in pretend-outrage. “You fucking – ”

“No, no, no c’mere – ” Jay pacifies you, leaning over you, arms on either side of you as he starts to kiss your face, your jaw, the corner of your mouth. But there’s still the slightest smile pulling up the corners of his lips, and when he presses them to your lips, you can’t help but laugh into the kiss. Jay reaches up and holds your face, the kiss becoming soft, loving, drawn-out, and some feeling deep in your core tells you you’re just…somewhere else right now. You don’t know how to describe it, other than that everything in this moment feels perfect, feels right.

A shiver goes down your spine, and maybe it’s because Jay’s shifted, and is now sucking a spot on the base of your neck, hard and strong and deep, and his hands are skimming downwards, unbuttoning your soft cotton top before unzipping your jeans. And maybe it’s because you don’t know what the fuck you are doing here, with him, with all of this. You think about how wrong this is, how bad this is, how his brother’s your boss and this was just supposed to be one drunken hookup and then it became two (except you weren’t even drunk that time) and now it’s about to become three –

“Y/N?” Jay calls softly, and you look at him – his hands resting gently over the hem of your panties, his face hovering over the space between your legs, and the look of…almost reverence in his shining green eyes.

You stop thinking.

Your hands reach downward, sliding your panties off and Jay eagerly helps, getting them off completely. Just like last time, Jay draws out the foreplay – kissing, licking, and nipping at the skin of your inner thighs, making the heat in your core build. Running your fingers through his dark hair, you yank it a little to get him to get going, and he pinches your hip – a quick slap of the wrist. Laughing, you repeat the action, pulling on his hair, and he groans.

“You’re real impatient, you know?”

“Jayyyyyyyy,” You whine, pouting down at him. He’s got this look of a predator – a confident, cocky smile on his face. Jay dips his head down, his mouth making contact with your cunt.

“There we go,” You murmur, gasping as you feel his hot breath on your most sensitive regions. Jay’s hands grip tight into your supple skin, holding your thighs open for him as his tongue circles your opening. Your back arcs as you moan, the sensation of his tongue on you setting off what feels like fireworks in your head. Jay’s mouth presses into you, hard and deep, his tongue licking and lapping at your now sopping wet cunt.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck – ” You whisper, eyelids fluttering shut as Jay softly flicks his tongue over your clit. He repeats the motion, going up and down, teasing your clit and your hip jerks upwards sharply in response. Settling your ass back down against his soft sheets, you catch your breath and mutter a soft apology – “Shit, sorry,” – and Jay taps your thigh, a silent “don’t worry about it”, as he’s nosed his way back between your legs immediately.

Jay laps at your folds and you try to keep your head about you, try to not lose your mind, but it just feels so good. He sucks your clit into his mouth gently and your eyes roll into the back of your head. “Oh my god, ohhh my god – fuck!” You whimper, as he keeps sucking your clit, pausing to flick his tongue over it. Your fingers clutch the sheets around you hard enough to rip holes in them. The loud moans out of your mouth are bordering on screams. The feeling in your core, the heat, starts rising like a wave reaching a shore –

“I’m gonna – I’m gonna – I’m gonna – ah, ah, ahhhh – fuck! Fuck, fuck – Jay! Jay!” You scream, your vision whiting out completely as you arch off the bed, riding out the waves of pleasure wrecking your body. You hands fly downwards to grab Jay’s head as you jerk away from his still-working mouth, your oversensitive clit causing tears to pool in your eyes. Pulling him up, you whisper his name over and over again, like he’s the only gospel you know. Jay shifts up, laying down next to you and pulling you close, your bodies fitting into each other like a perfect pair of puzzle pieces. You look at him through your teary eyes and all you see are his green irises staring right back at you with a measure of something dark and lustful in them. You hold his face in your hands, running a thumb over the rough stubble of his cheeks, his jaw, where a soft beard has started to grow. His lips are glossy and wet, from you, and you see now there’s a soft pink line going across his nose that you trace with your hands, frowning.

“I’m okay,” Jay says in a soothing voice.

“What happened?” You ask, concerned, the frown between your eyebrows deepening as you look up at him.

A soft smile. “Kinda got into a fight. Guy tried to punch me, I dodged it, but his fingernail scratched me. It’s fine.” Jay replies quickly, and his face is so close to yours that you’re breathing the same air. You don’t say anything, but you must still be frowning because Jay speaks again. “It’s literally just a scratch.” You hum softly in response, running your hands down his front, unbuttoning his shirt, scanning the expanse of his chest and abdomen with your fingertips and your eyes.

Jay lifts your chin and you turn back to him. “What?”

“Are you checking me for other injuries?” He asks, chuckling. You look back down, pausing for a moment. “Maybe…it’s not like you’d tell me if you got hurt, right?” Jay just laughs, and there’s your answer. You ignore the burgeoning feelings in your heart of some kind of dejection.

Your fingers run over a sliver of raised skin, on his lower right flank. It’s a thin, pale pink scar that runs about 3 inches. You work in an ED – you know exactly what this is.

“You were stabbed?” You ask, stunned. “When?”

Jay sighs, grabbing your fingers in his hand and holding them closed. “Army stuff. Not a big deal.” He pushes your fingers away to your own body, and then reaches for the blanket and pulls it up over the two of you, like as if the conversation’s over.

“You don’t want to talk about the Army,” you point out, as Jay lays on his back, some distance between the two of you. He sighs again, looking upwards at the ceiling. “Is that a question or a statement?”

You know you shouldn’t push, but you do anyway.

“You should talk to someone about it  – ”

“I talk to people about it. I have.” Jay’s voice is tight. He’s still not looking at you.

“You can talk to me about it...” You say, and you’re terrified. Because what you’re really asking is “Do you think I’m close enough, do you care about me enough to let me in?”.

Jay turns to you, a soft smile on his face. “It’s fine. I’ve got other people for that.”

Hiding the immense desolation that’s weighing like an anchor on your chest from showing, you just send a shallow smile his way. 

He’s got other people for that. He’s got other people for sharing his feelings, his pain, his suffering, his life. He doesn’t want you for that, I mean, why would he share all of that with you? You’re just a warm body – some random girl he’s having sex with. Nothing more.

You pull the blankets tighter around you, turning away from Jay. Trying your best to quell the wave of sadness flooding what feels like every single part of you, you drift asleep. 

***

“Dr Y/N?”

You turn, and there’s Walter Holden on a bed in the ED.

“Walter?” You walk to his side, stunned. He’s crying – tears spilling out of his soft baby blue eyes, his youthful face scrunched up in pain and anguish.

“Why did you do this to me? Why?!” He yells, his voice cracking. You shake your head. “Walter, Walter I’m so sorry – I didn’t know, I didn’t know, I didn’t mean to – ” You choke on your words, and as you look down the bed you realise that Walter’s amputated leg is bleeding at the stump.

“Oh god, oh my god – ” You get up, shocked as the blood starts gushing. Walter screams.

“Help me! Dr Y/N – help me! Help me!”

You hear your heart hammering in your ears, your head is spinning, you stand up and you feel faint.

Will rushes into the room. He starts holding as much gauze as he can to Walter’s leg. Nurses and doctors flood the room, and they begin moving Walter out. You’re standing, back pressed to the treatment room wall, aghast. 

Will turns to you, his face red with rage. “What are you even doing?! Fucking hell, Y/N – you can’t do anything right?!”

There’s a painful lump in your throat, and you can’t breathe. Something grabs your hand and you snap your head. It’s Walter, and as they wheel his bed out, he looks at you with so much fury and torment in his eyes.

“YOU DON’T DESERVE TO BE A DOCTOR!”

“No, no, no, I’m so sorry Walter, I’m so sorry – I’m so sorry – this can’t be happening, no, no no no – ” Tears stream down your face and you start shaking. Your knees buckle, and you fall to the ground, sobs wracking your body. Somewhere in the distance, you hear your name being called, but you can’t answer, you can’t do this anymore, you can’t – you just can’t…

“Y/N! Y/N!”

You jolt, your eyes flying open. Jay’s over you, his eyebrows drawn together, his eyes wide, concerned, his hands holding your shoulders where you realise he’s been shaking you – shaking you because – because –

Fuck.

It was a fucking nightmare. Again.

You let out a cry of pain, bringing your hands up to cover your face. “Breathe, just breathe.” Jay says softly, rubbing your arms up and down.

After about a minute, when you don’t feel so shaken anymore, you wipe your eyes and slowly sit up. Jay shifts with you, sitting right next to you. You can’t look him in the eyes.

“I’m – I’m sorry I woke you,” you whisper to your palms, resting atop your folded legs.

“Don’t – don’t worry about that. Y/N, what happened? It sounded pretty bad…” Jay says and you shake your head.

“I’m fine, it’s fine – ” Your hands run through your hair roughly. You need to go. You need to go – you need to leave – you can’t be here –you can’t be here with him –

“Hey. Hey,” Jay repeats, when you don’t answer. He reaches across and his warm hard gently grabs your face, trying to get you to look at him but you just push his hand away. You get up, grabbing your underwear and jeans from the ground and start getting dressed.

“Y/N!” Jay gets off the bed, and comes to you. You sidestep him, or at least you try to, but he’s much taller than you and his shoulders are broad; he stands in your way and grabs your arms softly.

“Y/N, look at me – ”

“Why?” 

You give him what he wants. You look up at him, you stare him directly in his eyes, shaking in anger and fear and what feels like the weight of the world on your shoulders. 

“Hmm? Why? This isn’t – you don’t care – what does it matter –” You yell at him, your mind frazzled as you fall apart in his arms.

The frown on Jay’s face gets deeper, and he shakes his head, leaning close. “Hey, talk to me. C’mon, you can talk to me – ”

“Why the fuck would I talk to you? You’re just some guy I’m sleeping with!” You spit harshly, shaking his hands off and stepping back. Jay’s mouth falls open, and his shoulders sag. His face contorts into something awful - dismay, defeat, hurt.

For a moment, you want to run back into his arms – apologise, say you didn’t mean it, say you’re just scared – but you don’t. You move around him, grabbing your shirt. You put it on and make your way out of his bedroom, and out of his apartment.

You don’t know why you said what you did. Actually, scratch that, you know exactly why you said that. In fact, you know exactly why you’re what you’re doing.

Every relationship you’ve ever had up to this point’s fucked you over. Every single one. You’ve been cheated on, you’ve been lied to, you’ve been told you were just some piece of ass, not an actual girlfriend. And now?

Now you’re scared shitless of what this thing between the two of you is. You’re scared shitless that you’re making a mistake by screwing around with your boss’s brother and you’re –

Well.

You’re scared shitless you’re falling for him.

So, you do what you do best. Dump out of this, push the self-destruct button. Get him to push you away so you don’t have to go through the pain of falling for the guy you can’t have. The one that you know’s going to screw you over, because he’s going to realise he only really sees you as a hookup – that he doesn’t love you.

You try to hold back the tears, because you’re driving home and the last thing you need right now is a car accident. There’s a buzzing sound from your phone and you perk up. As much as you want to tell yourself to not get your hopes high, you can’t help yourself, and you speed down the road to the red light so you can push the brakes and wait. Your fingers wrap around your phone and you immediately check the screen. 

The smile on your face falls – it’s just a stupid notification from Instagram. You toss your phone back onto the passenger seat, hard enough that it bounces off and hits the ground. Tears once again threaten to fill your eyes, and there’s a painful lump in your throat. You swipe at your cheeks, where a single tear has made its escape, and turn to look at the screen next to your steering wheel – it shows the time as 3:45AM. Leaning back against your car seat, a deep sigh exits your lungs.

You realise there’s no way you’re going to sleep again today, what with the whole Jay thing on top of the Walter Holden nightmare that’s been haunting you for the last 6 days now.

The lights turn green.

Swearing under your breath, you throw your car into a U-turn and drive to Med instead.

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i have decided i am now going to blow up your inbox bc i csn i’m sorry codi focnnf

b u t!! anyway i’m going to rambling abt my new dad for all au [whixh was the au i sent you that ask abt]

alrighty so all might is now midoriya’s dad. that’s a thing. i like to think that inko and toshinori were high school sweethearts who broke up after graduation but met again when all might was called to recuse some hostages and inko was one of them!! anywho all might recuses her, they go on a coffee date, realize they’re still in love and start again

they get married and have izuku, who keeps inko’s maiden name [midoriya is now inko’s maiden name bc i do what i want]. he’s the cutest baby who has inko’s green hair, but has one blue and one green eye! [these are /important/] inko and all might talk abt maybe giving izuku all for one when he’s older, but they decide against it bc they don’t know if he’ll have a quirk or not

spoiler!! bitch baby has a quirk!! he gets a quirk that’s so much different than inko’s quirk and !!! ahhh!!! the basic explanation is that all might’s all of one genes mixed and then “corrupt” inko’s like 3 generation quirk-having genes or smth and izu has a very, very complex quirk now. it’s called astron, and astron allows him to fucking astral project into the center of the university and shit chxnc

astron works two different ways: using his blue eye he can project other people into his own personal astral plane and do whatever he wants. while the person’s physical body is still where it was, their mind is in the astral plane. if he uses his green eye, he can project himself to his astral plane and fuck around without consequences!!

[there’s an untold third ability of astron using both of his eyes, but izuku tried doing that when he first got his quirk and immediately fell into a coma for like a month? it was bad and his mind couldn’t handle the stress and dipped lol]

ANYWAY, izuku grows up with a bomb ass quirk and still has his kacchan with him thru his childhood so things are a lot different than canon? the wonder duo are little shitheads together and i love them, they wreck havoc and i love them

i have more ideas for this story but this is all i have for now, codi this is so long i’m sorry i’m blowing up ur inbox 🥺😭

me opening my askbox and seeing the length of this au: holy shit

me reading the actual whole au: HOLY SHIT

AJ I LOVE THIS HIGHKEY!!! I LOVE THE IDEA OF OP DEKU W A FUCKED UP QUIRK JUST TERRIFYING EVERYONE HE COMES ACROSS!!!! heterochromia is SO so good as a character design element and i LOVE THE WAY THIS IS IMPLEMENTED YELLS. I WANNA DRAW THIS SO BAD!!! THIS LOOKS SO COOL

(serious writing/plot below - blood and vomit mention)

oh god and now im imagining deku like. being this extremely feral and annoying lil shit whos extremely powerful and now bakugous got someone on his level so hes a lot more humble as hes growing up but also him and deku are the?? BESTEST OF FRIENDS. and i imagine when bakugou is being a little shit deku just. astral projects him out of his body for a while and apologizes to whoever kacchan yelled at LMFAO---bakugou comes back to his body and is all like “....fucks sake stop doing that”

AND THEN omfgkjfds imagine morally grey deku who does whatever he can to win?? he knew he wouldnt get into UAs hero course fair and square (all might offered him a recommendation but he declined because he wanted to get there on his own with kacchan) because robots didnt have souls he could astral project so he practices his quirks limits like YEARS prior and he tells bakugou about it but never rlly shows him but on the day of the entrance exam?

he shows up. everything goes as normal and he finishes the written exams and then moves on to the practical exam (still seperated from kacchan like in canon) and like. Every one goes dashing forward and deku doesnt really try to beat anyone. He waits until theyre all in the center engaging with robots when he walks to the center of the room.

and he sees the zero pointer in the distance.

“THE ZERO-POINTER’S HERE!” He yells and points at the gigantic mech heading their way. All at once everyone’s heads whip up to catch sight of the robot, enraptured by its sheer size and power. 

As they all look to one direction, Deku makes eye contact with them and smiles.

All at once, every single participant in the area goes limp. Astron throws their souls into the astral plane with little fanfare and everyone watches in awe and annoyance as their bodies uselessly crumple to the ground from the outside. The green-haired boy is suddenly given free reigns of the arena and they seethe as one by one he deactivates or disables robots that were once under their purview.

(What some of the smarter ones notice however, is the way he seems to be leaving some stray 3 pointers untouched... almost as if he was doing the calculations in his head as he goes... on how to ensure the number one spot while others can still score points...?)

One by one however, they start struggling and reaching to reconnect with their bodies. Their gleaming bright souls bob up and down with frenzied energy and Deku feels it. He feels it like itches on his skin and goosebumps that turn into hills that dance up and down his back. He feels it like he feels his limit reaching.

Its still around 10 minutes though before he actually loses control and everyone comes back to their bodies. His quirk times out and almost like its angry, the astral plane takes his body in exchange for the dozens he kept in there. He gets sucked through and passes out while everyone else runs and destroys the remaining bots. It doesn’t matter though, because he knows he’s racked up enough points to stay on top. He lets himself rest and observes the blue-haired tall guy with engines who contemplates carrying Deku’s body to safety.

Until, he sees her.

Just under some rubble and very close to getting crushed by the Zero-Pointer’s foot, Deku spots a brown-haired young girl that he recalls has some kind of floating quirk. He sees as everyone runs past her, prioritizing their own safety instead of hers.

He makes a decision.

Quickly--recklessly, a familiar gruff voice says in his ear--he forces himself back into his body and looks around. He runs to the girl and attempts to dig her out from the rubble before she gets crushed. The robot comes ever closer.

Using the little strength and flexibility he’s learnt from years of sparring with Kacchan, Deku abandons her in favor of climbing up the broken concrete and metal to meet the robot’s visor. He knows he won’t save her by digging her out of there, but by god is he gonna let her get injured without a fight. These robots weren’t designed to kill, but they were designed to destroy.

Focus. Focus and listen to what’s around you, Izu-kun.

The world around him reduces to tunnel-vision and suddenly Deku is face to face with the Zero-Pointer. It stops, as if calculating how to discard of Deku without hurting him severely with its own strength.

Everything has life in it. You only need to focus and look for it.

Izuku Midoriya looks at the robot.

In a whirlwind of blue and green, he reaches inside of himself and searches for life. Cold steel and hard-wired code meet his gaze and he plunges even deeper. 

Focus.

Then all at once, everything in his visions snaps into sudden clarity, like he’s never seen before. He feels everything. Sees Everything. Smells, tastes, hears--and he hears how the metal beneath him bends and groans. He feels how it winces and shudders. He sees it as it opens its maw and its visor bends in a facsimile of eyes, pleading him as if asking how?

The robot beneath him comes to life and stumbles back.

Quickly, he scrambles to the nearest ledge which happens to be a broken support beam. Distantly, he thinks he feels his arm being sliced open on the edge of it and the warmth of blood streaming down his side as he nearly falls. 

“HEY! YOU WITH THE ENGINES!” He hoarsely screams to the still remaining, slack-jawed contestants. “I CAN’T KEEP THE ZERO POINTER DOWN FOR LONG! GO HELP THE GIRL AND TAKE HER TO SAFETY NOW!”

With a sudden burst of energy, the fellow participants start taking others out from the rubble while the blue-haired boy helps the brunette he was protecting earlier. As he watches them clear the rubble to drag her out, he feels a pang.

Who am I? a lost voice calls out. It’s raspy and almost-robotic sounding and only he can hear it. Where am I? What am I?

And Deku’s vision flickers.

In and out, he sees flashes through eyes that aren’t his. He hears voices that are simultaneously faraway and way too close for comfort. The world tugs at the sides of his perspective and a strain is pulling at the back of his head tearing his brain to shreds. He doesn’t know what he’s focusing or straining on, except that its working and keeping the zero-pointer down.

He grits his teeth. “Hurry the hell up! i can’t do this any longer--”

Bursts of pain appear behind his mismatched eyes and he wants to scream so bad and if he were looking any clearer he’d see the way that the zero-pointer thrashes on the ground in time with the pounding on his skull. Bile crawls up the back of his throat and Deku screams.

“SHE’S CLEAR! YOU CAN LET GO NOW, MIDORIYA-SAN.”

Izuku lets go and his vision goes black.

[cockbiteproductions]

just another person Going Through It with hashtag ryangate lol f

i was going through jeremy’s twitter likes because someone said he liked friend of mine’s tweet about feeling bad for fiona in this situation and i wanted to see it myself. and then i scrolled down and in the older likes was a tweet from ryan qrting the rt account from like october 1st and he had attached a video of him. and the date just struck me as so fucking recent. this was less than a week ago. less than a week ago everything was fine and he was acting like he hadn’t done any of this shit and business was carrying on as normal. and i just viscerally had to close the tab and get up and go outside on a walk.

and i just hate this i hate how deeply ryan was embedded in rt and ah and how many years of memories are tainted now. just a few hours ago i was like oh well maybe ill go watch [an ah video] to make myself feel better but then i remembered i can’t. like even if he wasn’t in it i couldn’t, it all just feels dirty now. i don’t want to in a year from now open up an old ah video and then immediately have to close it because ryan was in it. like going back to old old ah videos and seeing ray in it is a pleasant surprise but seeing ryan would just be. like almost every time i type his name i have to pause and physically shudder. it just fucking sucks. i hate that years of positive memories are now fucked up because of him. god how hard is it to not cheat on your wife with fans.

and i keep going back and forth on being able to laugh about this. like joking to lighten with the fuckery of it all and being glad that he has been exposed for the creepy and cheating fucker he is. like i keep remembering this one tweet i saw that was like “lol rip to everyone who bought a ryan body pillow” and it’s fucking hilarious and i laugh every time i think about it. but then 2 seconds later i remember those people legitimately looked up to him and found him to be a source of comfort. and how fucked up i would be if My Favorites were exposed for something like this and then it just isn’t funny anymore. and it wasn’t like i didn’t like ryan like he was a solid member in the ah cast and i very much liked him in videos and i already feel like shit because of this. so ill see people making jokes about this and laugh momentarily and then think to myself ok stop being fucking rude this isn’t funny stop making jokes about this. even though i was laughing myself a second ago.

but also i feel like just the tiniest smidgen of sympathy for him in having his nudes leaked like. fuck. if that happened to me i would be mortified. and people are making jokes about it and how he looks and it just doesn’t sit right with me like i know he did a terrible thing but god those were still personal and he didn’t deserve nudes of him leaked. like i guess some people could argue it’s retribution for what he did but i’ve never been one for revenge except in the most extreme cases and i know this is bad it’s so bad i understand what he did was terrible i even answered an ask explaining why but this isn’t one of those Most Extreme cases im willing to say that he deserves this.

and also in the comments of that ryan situation video from tessa i kept seeing things that were like “i have no sympathy for you. you knew what you were doing. you knew he had a wife and kids.” and. i understand what kind of point you are trying to make here but truly i don’t think they understand the power parasocial relationships can hold over people. they are your favorite person. you would do practically anything to feel close to them. and especially at that young age. like not to discount the critical thinking skills of a seventeen year old because i mean i was seventeen once and i had a brain but with the idol worship/stan culture and not fully developed brain you cannot possibly think that what she did was entirely of her own. i dont know the word im going for here. i guess of her own volition. that’s not very right but i can’t think of another word right now. like to a small small degree she is culpable for what she did there but not NEARLY anywhere in the ballpark of what ryan did. ryan, in his 30s at the time, married with children, should have absolutely known better and not been recipient &| solicit sex from his fans. they’re just nowhere near the same ballpark of blame in this.

and as for ryan’s tweet like. “i made mistakes.” yeah bro you sure fucking did. mistakes is the weakest word for it i can think of. god again just how fucking hard is it to not cheat on your wife. but the “please stop harassing and threatening my family” like holy shit i am livid that people are doing this. they are the victims of this and people are going after them????? what is wrong with people. everything about this is disgusting.

since i guess i’m just ranting about everything about this right now also in relation to ah’s tweet on monday about cancelling the stream, the quote rts were so fucking wild. like you had people defending ryan and saying that even if the rumors were true, they would continue to stand by him. and then on the other hand people were calling ah cowards for having replies turned off and saying it was classic rt, avoiding the problem. like the news broke literally that previous night. an account is posting actual pornographic material in the replies of tweets about ryan. in what fucking world would they have replies to that tweet on. no way should a social media manager have to deal with that. and it’s been less than a fucking day you can’t say they’re fucking avoiding the problem when you haven’t given them time to actually come up with anything. i’m surprised ryan “resigned” as soon as he did. all of you have 0 fucking brain cells and no sense of nuance and i fucking hate it here.

oh and i keep thinking about how he was the voice for a villain this season of rvb and now i wonder if they’re going to get someone to redo the voice.

also i guess if you continue to post ryan content ill probably unfollow you like i get having a comfort person/character i really do and i get that the vagabond or whatever is almost an entirely separate concept from ryan at this point but i personally cannot handle seeing him on my dash anymore so nothing against you but i don’t want to see it.

[purplesurveys]

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Could you live without power for a week? I wouldn’t die, but it would really suck because then I’d have to watch out for my phone’s and laptop’s battery life, plus it would be incredibly uncomfortable without electric fans and aircons...I wouldn’t die, but I’d hate it. When was the last time you slept on the floor? The day before I got sick. End of May.  Have you regretted anything you said today? No. I haven’t talked to anyone; it’s only 7:59 in the morning. What do you think about airport security? I think it’s essential. I understand why they have to be rigid; better that than not at all. How many doors are in your house? I just answered this on a recent survey, how interesting lol. 13.

Do you keep a journal? This is it. What was the last thing you wished for? A tray of baked sushi. Do you pray? No. Do you like it when your date pays, or do you feel bad? I feel bad, but I’m also appreciative. I only let her pay when I’m short, or when I’m craving a certain restaurant but don’t have the budget for it that day. Most of the time we prefer splitting the bill. Do you spoil your friends? Just my girlfriend.  Are cramped places scary? Not for the most part but my anxiety will sometimes get triggered. But what happens and what sucks about it is that it gets set off at the most random times, so I never really know when I’m bound to get scared. Would you ever consider riding in a trunk? If it was a dare and I’d be paid handsomely for it then I don’t see why not. Does it irritate you when a fellow passenger brings lots of luggage? No. Their business shouldn’t bother me. Ever been leeched by a leech? Nope. Have you ever lied to make someone dislike you? Why would I actively make someone dislike me? Ever had a fear of mirrors? No, I find them fascinating. All four walls in the elevators of the hotel that my mom works in are mirrors, and they’re fun to take photos with haha. What song can you not stop listening to? Right now it’ssssss no song without you - HONNE. Do you take vitamins? Yeah we take vitamin C tablets every night, but sometimes I’ll forget. What's the longest you've stayed at a hotel? A week. Do you buy your music or download? I stream them on Spotify. I used to either buy CDs (usually if I was a big fan of the artist/band) or convert YouTube audio to MP4 to transfer it to my iTunes. Do any of your friends grow weed? No. Not that I know of, at least. Do you like arguing? I don’t like fighting, but if by arguing you mean having a respectful and civil debate then yes, those are fun. Does it bother you when people don't say goodbye before hanging up? It doesn’t really bother me? It just confuses me haha. I need a verbal cue to know when I can hang up. If the person on the line doesn’t say bye I’ll just linger on the phone waiting until it starts to feel awkward and I go initiate the bye instead. Have you ever owned an unlucky object? I don’t believe in those. Do you think voodoo works? No but it’s funny to think about sometimes, in a childish way. What habit do you find most disgusting? I really hate seeing people spit in public. Usually it’s truck drivers or their co-drivers. I always encounter at least one spitter while driving everyday, and it has never failed to make me shudder. Do you often feel ignored? It’s not a strong feeling, no. Can you read music? This is on every survey lately... no I can’t.

Are you optimistic? Sometimes. I think I’m a healthy balance of that and pessimism. Does it scare you to walk over sewer vents in the street? Yes. I always avoid them or skip over them, especially the ones that are already obviously unstable and wobble when someone steps on them. Is your lifestyle healthy or unhealthy? Unhealthy. I don’t watch what I eat and I’ve never entered a gym. But idk, the genes on my mom’s side are impressive and all of us have decent physiques and never get sick – my grandma is 74 but can honestly pass for 50 – so I must’ve taken after that side of the family. Is it easy for you to remember stuff? Yeah, very. Except for numbers. Last electronic object you drowned? That has never happened to any of my gadgets, fortunately. How well do you handle responsibility? Depends how comfortable I am with the task at hand and how much I already have on my plate, if ever. But I never not get anything done. I’m very deadline-driven and everyone who knows me knows I turn in everything asked of me at the end of the day, even if I don’t think I did well enough. Are you afraid of getting old? Sometimes I’ll start to get scared at how short life actually is and what can possibly happen after it, but these are fleeting thoughts. I like living in the present. What's something you wish you could start over? College. Just so I can do my freshman year the way I actually wanted it to go. Are you a loud person? In certain situations. I love being loud with my friends in a bar or when we’re at an amusement park, but I prefer that we don’t make a ruckus at the mall or at a restaurant. Do you believe in guns? No. I honestly don’t understand those who buy it for themselves when they can get other weapons if they’re really hell-bent on self-defense. But idk, I guess I’m speaking from a place (like, a literal place lol) where it’s extremely uncommon for ordinary people to get themselves guns. Are porcelain dolls attractive, or scary? Neither. I just find them a little unsettling, but not scary. Are you friends with someone because you feel bad for them? Not currently. But one time I did try to befriend someone who would be considered a loner, but I realized we had different personalities and interests so I stopped talking to her after a while. Oops. Do you like back rubs? No, I’m ticklish. Do you give good ones? No.

Which of your friends provides the most stimulating conversations? All of them do, to tell the truth. I guess I’m just automatically drawn to intelligent people haha. Do you wish to go to London? It’s not high up on my list but eh, sure. Have you ever felt like you were in a movie? No. I feel that movies are outlets for situations that would never happen in real life, so I’ve never felt as if I was in one. Do you drink enough water daily? I don’t drink the ~recommended~ amount but I still the drink the most in my family. Is burning things fun? I’d rather watch other people burn things. I’m scared of fire, so.

Do you like morbid things? Some. Can you sew? Nope. Have you ever just sat and read a dictionary? Oh my god yeah... after I watched Akeelah and the Bee for the first time I wanted to start joining spelling bees too, so I’d whip out my dictionary almost everyday and start reading the words. There were never any competitions to join here, but from 4th to 7th grade we would have spelling quizzes in our English language class and I aced all of those. Whose cooking do you most despise? No one’s. I love the cooking of all my loved ones. When you were little, did your parents make you sit in the corner? No but in school they made me do it once, for something that wasn’t my fault. My parents didn’t have any methods to discipline me because I was mostly a well-behaved kid anyway. Red roses, or black roses? Red. Do you blast your music concert-loud? I used to. Don’t really do it anymore. Do any of your exes bother you? Nope. Do you like taking pictures of yourself? Hell no. The camera has never been my friend. How about just taking pictures? I like taking photos of my dogs, my best friends, the food I eat, and new places I go to. So to an extent, I do. I don’t dabble in photography though; I just like taking snapshots.

Is cheaper really better? Sometimes, especially when you’re naturally good at hunting down that kind of stuff. My sister will sometimes find Zara jeans or jackets for like ₱80 at an ukay-ukay lol Last thing you ordered from Amazon? I’ve never ordered anything off of Amazon. Or do you prefer ebay? Never ordered from eBay either. Are you good at writing cards for people? I love writing letters for my loved ones. I never buy cards that already have text in them as I want the whole thing to come from me. Do you like camping? I’ve never tried it so I wouldn’t know. I want to go camping at least once though, and with my best friends. Last place you were stranded? The highway. Do you like dragonflies? Omg no they freak me outtt. How many pages is the novel you're currently reading? I’ve started to reread Little Women because I’m planning to watch the 2019 adaptation, but I’m not sure how many pages it has. What's something everybody's never heard of? The sound of a tree falling in the middle of the jungle that no person is currently in. Hahaha that was my philosophy professor’s favorite example to use. Are your talents recognized? I think they are, yes. Can you handle silence for long periods of time? Only if I need it. Otherwise it tends to make me uneasy. Do you do well against temptation? For the most part, yep. But if food is involved I usually fail lol

[verdigrisprowl]

Mar 17 Bevel’s Movie Stream - end of season 1 of Star Trek Discovery

Prowl now has exactly zero tolerance for the presence of Tyler on screen, at all, in any context.

Even though their plan at the end worked, he objects to it because it carried too great a risk of making everything worse.

Today Bevel 7:20 pm *enjoy refreshments and all the lounging space you like, fun straws included* Tarantulas 7:20 pm (( is the audio skippy for anyone else? Bevel 7:21 pm ((Ah, good, I was wondering if it was my audio issues ((If it's still skippy on this song, I'll refresh some ((Ok, lemme refresh and see if that helps Tarantulas 7:22 pm (( kk! Bevel 7:23 pm ((my laptop has an audio glitch so I never know if audio issues are on my end or not Bevel 7:37 pm ((gonna start at 45 after if that's good for everyone? ItsyBitsySpyers 7:37 pm ((i assume this is fuzzytime cause fancy dance also?)) Prowl 7:38 pm ((works for me)) Tarantulas 7:38 pm (( dangit it's still skippy for me ItsyBitsySpyers 7:38 pm ((it's slightly twitchy audio here but still okay i think)) Ratchet 7:39 pm [[ what the heck the entire time i've been here it hasn't shown any messages ]] ItsyBitsySpyers 7:39 pm *Soundwave slides in like you do. Nobody seems to be here aside from Bevel, so he'll dance a few steps into the room.* *She already knows he does.* Ratchet 7:39 pm [[ did mine at least go through ]] ItsyBitsySpyers 7:39 pm ((i see them now)) Ratchet 7:39 pm [[ about ratchet bringing snacks? ]] Bevel 7:39 pm ((is it being skippy for anyone else but Hex? I'm honestly getting my normal audio glitch far as I can tell ItsyBitsySpyers 7:40 pm ((i didn't see the snax)) Ratchet 7:40 pm [[ fuq u rabbit k i'll rewrite as soon as i've scooped dinner into a bowl ]] Bevel 7:40 pm ((Oh, Fabu your messages went to private chat with me instead of the group chat Ratchet 7:41 pm [[ raBBIT whY ]] Bevel 7:41 pm ((because it hates happiness Ratchet 7:42 pm *pops in and heads for the snack table, if indeed there is one* Bevel 7:42 pm ((ok, last song and then I'll start Ratchet 7:42 pm *for the first time in quite a while Ratchet has BROUGHT snacks. not a lot, but one for each bot he has come to expect will be here. yes, soundwave and co. included. prowl's is naturally in liquid form.* Bevel 7:44 pm *claps for Soundwave's short dancing before anyone else arrives* ItsyBitsySpyers 7:44 pm *Soundwave freezes where he is and assumes a more composed figure. He prods the snacks meant for him and his curiously.* Prowl 7:44 pm *appears; surveys room; takes seat next to ratchet* Bevel 7:45 pm ((ok i forgot the opening to the song was like three minutes lol gonna start if everyone's ready Ratchet 7:45 pm *they're all the same, except for Prowl's. and Ratchet is taking the one for him and MOVING AWAY from the snack table* Bevel 7:45 pm Thanks, Ratchet! *she's gonna vault over her chair to get to the table quickly because why the frag not* ItsyBitsySpyers 7:46 pm *Well, he'll take their portion and MOVE AWAY to his own spot as well. With a polite* [[...Thank you.]] Ratchet 7:46 pm *he's trying a thing, but that's TOO close to Soundwave.* Don't mention it. Hey, Prowl. Prowl 7:47 pm Hello. Tarantulas 7:47 pm *time for tarantulas to show up just in time for the actual eps* Bevel 7:47 pm *best timing Tara* ItsyBitsySpyers 7:48 pm [[Ah, yes... the mirror timeline. We are in for a night, aren't we.]] Prowl 7:48 pm *hi tarantulas prowl is going to sort of stare at you and will you to come over.* Bevel 7:48 pm I hope so. I want to find out what happens with Lorca. ItsyBitsySpyers 7:48 pm *Settles into his seat and rests a few coils of his feelers over himself. Part warmth preservation, part protective blanket.* Ratchet 7:49 pm [[ i just got the best ask ]] [[ i'm laughing ]] Tarantulas 7:49 pm *oh, no need to will him to come over, he's already on his way, prowl* Ratchet 7:50 pm *Ratchet is going to will Tarantulas to sit on the other side of Prowl, please* ItsyBitsySpyers 7:50 pm ((what's the ask)) Prowl 7:51 pm *is lap an acceptable compromise* Ratchet 7:51 pm *no that's specifically what Ratchet is willing Tarantulas to not do. other side, other side, other side.* ItsyBitsySpyers 7:51 pm [[...The one who died handling the tardigrade.]] [[He wonders how much worse she will be here.]] Prowl 7:52 pm She's still alive. Perhaps she has some healthy self-preservation abilities. Ratchet 7:52 pm [[ "You know, Jazz answers as Iacon Central Headquarters often enough I'm half waiting for mechs to start calling his private comm thinking they have the number for the actual central headquarters." ]] ItsyBitsySpyers 7:52 pm ((LMAO)) Bevel 7:52 pm ((lol Prowl 7:52 pm ((omg)) Tarantulas 7:54 pm *sadly for prowl, tarantulas is gonna settle in at prowl's side unless suggested otherwise* Prowl 7:55 pm *well, good enough. he'll quietly weave an arm around Tarantulas's elbow.* ItsyBitsySpyers 7:57 pm [[Easily.]] *Mutter.* Prowl 7:58 pm ... Keep this footage out of Decepticon hands. Bevel 7:58 pm ...which Decepticons? ItsyBitsySpyers 7:59 pm [[He has shared none of it.]] Prowl 7:59 pm All Decepticons, obviously. ItsyBitsySpyers 7:59 pm *Looks at Bevel. What did you do.* Bevel 7:59 pm Even the negative polarity ones? *nothing, she's just wondering specifics* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:00 pm [[Even them. If they were captured and interrogated by Ra-- by the enemy, the information would become available to someone we already know would use it.]] Prowl 8:00 pm The terminology "negative polarity" is poor because it sets up a false dichotomy along a single axis while ignoring all the other axes upon which two universes might be "opposite" to each other. Bevel 8:02 pm The only other word I have heard used was shattered. Prowl 8:02 pm As have I. Also flawed for the same reasons. It's "broken" in comparison to an artificially-established list of criteria via which a universe is defined as "unbroken." From the perspective of a Decepticon in a "shattered" universe, OUR universes are the "shattered" ones in which Decepticons have morally drifted astray. Bevel 8:03 pm Oh oh! How about emberverse? Since they have embers instead of sparks. Prowl 8:03 pm Better, we'll go with that. Bevel 8:03 pm *yay* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:03 pm *Quietly adjusts his language banks.* Prowl 8:04 pm Anyway—them too, because possessing an ember isn't necessarily going to ensure they possess the correct moral code. Bevel 8:04 pm I will keep these records safe. Soundwave can help. Prowl 8:04 pm A single network, that one person is capable of destroying completely by ACCIDENT, links a large number of universes, and much organic life is dependent upon it. Ratchet 8:05 pm Sounds like exactly the kind of thing Megatron'd love. Prowl 8:05 pm He said that "life as they know it"—in other words, organic life—will die if the system dies. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:05 pm [[It is.]] Bevel 8:05 pm That would be awful. Prowl 8:06 pm It does. Organic life's weak spot. Destroy it and mecha rule the universe—every universe. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:07 pm [[...He hopes the Stamets we know understands his alternate's work well enough to save them without him.]] Prowl 8:08 pm It wouldn't be on the top of every Decepticons' priority lists, but enough. Bevel 8:08 pm ...This guy sounds like Megatron but less angry. Tarantulas 8:08 pm I think it depends more on how clever Stamets is in the first place. He should be able to figure it out on his own. Tarantulas 8:10 pm * !!! organic life signs made undetectable* Tarantulas 8:11 pm *he wonders if stamets gave her that tech. tara might have a small crush on the man now* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:11 pm *Only now?* Tarantulas 8:11 pm *hush you* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:12 pm *....Has trouble imagining himself doing the same thing in the Michael human's shoes.* *She is a brave fleshling.* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:17 pm *Leans forward.* Prowl 8:17 pm *same* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:18 pm [[The coordinates should still be in the captain's chair. That is where he modified them.]] Prowl 8:18 pm ... A good act. She made it more believable by not acting like she was totally on board with him. She used her real reluctance and distrust to make it MORE believable that she was joining him. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:19 pm *Nodding.* Prowl 8:19 pm *in prowl's opinion that's some damn high level acting there. level 10 spy work.* *it's probably more like level 6 spy work, which is why it's a good thing prowl isn't an agent himself.* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:20 pm *Uncomfortable shift. This is a trap. Lorca is going to take them all out despite his promise to Michael.* Bevel 8:20 pm *Bevel was impressed either way* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:21 pm *OH* Ratchet 8:21 pm It's not her Georgiou, but it's nice to see 'em together again. Prowl 8:22 pm In a twisted way, yes. Bevel 8:22 pm *watching the hand-to-hand avidly* Tarantulas 8:22 pm *hums in agreement* Ratchet 8:22 pm [[ that's a high kick prowl would be proud of ]] Prowl 8:22 pm Of course, she is a tyrant. And we've no evidence she's any less brutal a tyrant than Lorca would have been. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:25 pm *Plating shudder.* [[That did not look pleasant.]] [[But there is an obvious problem with this 'victory'.]] *Motions to Philippa's comment.* Prowl 8:25 pm What? The fact that she's going to die anyway? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:26 pm [[Yes. That is, a problem for her. Personally, he would be glad to see it. One moment of mercy cannot guarantee more.]] [[...And that was damned stupid.]] Prowl 8:26 pm It was. Bevel 8:26 pm Oh. Oh no. Tarantulas 8:27 pm *bouncing in his seat a little* Bevel 8:27 pm She should not have done that. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:27 pm [[-Throw her back.-]] Prowl 8:27 pm Because it went so well the last time someone with the goals, skills, and aspirations of an emperor entered their universe with the rank of a captain. Ratchet 8:27 pm *sighs and leans forward to put face in hands* She really did that. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:28 pm *PERK. Look... look at how beautiful...* Tarantulas 8:29 pm *isn't it tho* Prowl 8:29 pm What's she going to do with her?! Release her in the wild? Keep her in a cage and comb her fur sometimes? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:30 pm *Shakes himself a little. What he wouldn't do to travel that, just once...* [[They can do nothing except keep her a permanent prisoner. It would be better she were dead.]] [[NINE MONTHS?]] [[...Nine months facing the Klingons without their warping ability...]] Bevel 8:32 pm Oh no. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:32 pm *Primus below.* Bevel 8:32 pm Oh no they lost. Prowl 8:32 pm But have they any legal right to lock her up? She's committed no crime against Starfleet. By their own laws they have no just reason to keep her locked up. Therefore, they're either legally obligated to set a dangerous warlord free, or morally obligated to violate their own laws and wrongfully imprison what is, technically, an innocent person. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:33 pm [[Surely the various threats against the Michael human's person...?]] Prowl 8:34 pm She thought that she was speaking t-- ItsyBitsySpyers 8:34 pm *Oh, this is going to be a rough one, isn't it.* Prowl 8:34 pm *DAMN those needle fingers.* *give him a moment.* ... She thought she was speaking to a traitor who had attempted a coup against her. She was within her legal rights to punish said traitor accordingly. She ceased her attempts when Michael's true identity was revealed. Tarantulas 8:35 pm *processes for a moment, then wraps an extra arm or two around prowl. can't help himself* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:35 pm [[...That will not help his perception of her, will it.]] Prowl 8:36 pm *... why arms?* Tarantulas 8:36 pm *nnno reason* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:37 pm [[And he supposes that is true. Perhaps they will get lucky and she will pick a fight with someone capable of ending it.]] Ratchet 8:37 pm *shifts aside a little* Prowl 8:37 pm *looks at ratchet. ... looks at tarantulas. hm.* Ratchet 8:37 pm *... scoots a little to put legs back in contact with Prowl's* Prowl 8:37 pm *... looks at feet.* *oh, prowl's not going to like this scene. please no more tyler scenes.* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:38 pm [[...She is willing to use Saru for insight, and yet she will not return the favor.]] Prowl 8:39 pm She's under no obligation to face that. The "favor" he asks for is high. *dammit they're having a tyler scene even though she left. he'd got his hopes up when michael left.* Bevel 8:39 pm Especially after he tried to kill her. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:41 pm [[She -ate one of his brethren-. It might help restore his opinion of her.]] Prowl 8:41 pm Not knowingly or willingly. She can make it up to him another way. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:42 pm *Soft vent. He can see he's outnumbered on this.*

((though i myself agree with her not going in)) [[...Did the Fire Wolf's rebels find a way into the timel--]] *Helm tilt. What is this? Are these survivors?* Prowl 8:43 pm ... Oh. They're checking f— ... for— for more Voqs. Bevel 8:45 pm I am glad the admiral is ok. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:45 pm *They MUST be desperate. A Vulcan just used his mental abilities without asking permission first. That is nigh unthinkable.* Prowl 8:46 pm *YES. IT IS, INDEED, RATHER SHAKING.* Prowl 8:47 pm *oh, good, mass slaughter of civilians, Prowl can handle this.* Bevel 8:47 pm *she'd rather go back to the mind melding ;v;* Ratchet 8:48 pm *okay nevermind the spider arms, Ratchet is shifting back over to lean on Prowl* Tarantulas 8:48 pm *tara won't bother him, rest assured* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:49 pm *...Suddenly can't hear, doesn't know what they're talking about, doing bizarre things to resurrect loved ones, who does that.* *Certainly not rational mechs like him, no.* [[It was not you. You live only because you were rescued in a moment of mistaken compassion.]] Prowl 8:51 pm She said, more or less, "One is alive, one is dead, BUT I will let you determine who is stronger." The "but" implies that she believes the answer will be the reverse of what the first half of the sentence would imply. I think she called herself the weak one. Bevel 8:52 pm Punch him. Prowl 8:53 pm Despite the fact that it wasn't really him, I think a punch wouldn't be unjustified. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:53 pm [[It would be understandable, at least.]] Bevel 8:53 pm ...that might have been just as good but I still would have punched him. Prowl 8:53 pm Understandable. Yes. That's a better word. Ratchet 8:53 pm Tilly's so good. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:54 pm ((tilly is my whole world)) Bevel 8:54 pm ((Tilly is everything <3 Prowl 8:54 pm Big change from Miss "We Have Assigned Seating." Tarantulas 8:54 pm (( truth. but hhh. i'm not feeling well irl, i might have to go nap ItsyBitsySpyers 8:54 pm ((aaaaaaa noooo ;; but feeling good is important, if you have to nap you have to nap *pet pet* )) Prowl 8:54 pm ((:c *hugs*)) Bevel 8:54 pm ((*pets* Hope you feel better soon. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:55 pm ((we can catch you up some time)) Tarantulas 8:55 pm (( assume tarantulas had to leave for an emergency i guess ;;; ItsyBitsySpyers 8:55 pm ((FIRE IN THE LAB)) Bevel 8:55 pm ((something exploded *sucks in air through her teeth* Nooooo. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:57 pm [[He wonders if the Earthlings know yet.]] [[...Or if they have been taken over.]] Prowl 8:58 pm *... he already misses the arms.* Prowl 9:01 pm Because the last time she asked a parent figure how to beat the Klingons, it went so well. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:01 pm *Huff* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:03 pm ((*giggles for ooc reasons*)) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:04 pm ((half expected prowl to be over there like "oh hey hitting every single military installation on a planet at once, i've done that")) Ratchet 9:05 pm [[ i was thinking that []] [[ it's just like the happy fic ]] ItsyBitsySpyers 9:05 pm ((ye)) Prowl 9:05 pm ((i was doing duolingo lmao)) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:06 pm [[...They're going to plant more?]] *Fascinated. Which quickly drops away.* [[Why is he there. He should not be there.]] Prowl 9:06 pm (("i'm a better parent than you")) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:07 pm *This cannot end well.* Bevel 9:07 pm ... Prowl 9:07 pm Hm. She suggested hitting the military installations. She meant destroying the entire planet. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:08 pm [[Of course she did.]] Prowl 9:08 pm I HAD wondered why she didn't say that in the first place. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:10 pm *...No.* Ratchet 9:10 pm [[ i'm still 100% over the "love" thing ]] ItsyBitsySpyers 9:10 pm [[She waited for one who would agree.]] Prowl 9:12 pm ... She is under NO obligation to be his salvation. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:14 pm *Oooh?* *What fabulous little devices.* ((rabbit why are you eating my messages)) Prowl 9:15 pm *honestly, deep down, just wants to keep Tyler off the screen as much as possible.* ((look! it spat them back out)) Bevel 9:15 pm ((gj rabbit ItsyBitsySpyers 9:16 pm [[...That is amazing. He did not know organic - plants? Could grow so rapidly.]] Bevel 9:16 pm Whoa that is fast. Prowl 9:17 pm He isn't gone! He's still in your head! You've said so yourself! ItsyBitsySpyers 9:18 pm [[She cannot do this because you TRIED TO KILL HER.]] Prowl 9:19 pm Who is HE to accuse her of being unfair! He DID try to kill her! And—AS SHE SAID—he lied to her—in a way that endangered her life and killed a doctor! His love for her doesn't change what he did and what he is, and it doesn't obligate her to help him. She does not owe him that. Not a bit. Bevel 9:20 pm *frowns at Tyler* Ratchet 9:20 pm Why does it have to be her, anyway. He's got friends. Prowl 9:20 pm The fact that he has decided he needs her in his life doesn't mean she should give up a part of her own life for him. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:21 pm *Recording her words so hard.* Ratchet 9:21 pm [[ anyway i hate that they were ever involved i hated their whole subplot ]] ItsyBitsySpyers 9:21 pm ((i'm glad they had her leave tho)) Prowl 9:22 pm He said it himself. The other crewmates have been kinder to him than her. So he can turn to THEM for emotional support. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:23 pm [[.........No.]] [[They aren't this naive...]] Prowl 9:24 pm They were JUST IN the other universe! Bevel 9:25 pm ((okay, it's early enough we can end the season if y'all want Prowl 9:25 pm ((i wanna)) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:25 pm ((YES PLZ)) Ratchet 9:25 pm [[ yeh ]] Bevel 9:25 pm ((aight let's do this ItsyBitsySpyers 9:25 pm *Curls his fingers into his knees. Is this an alternate timeline from the one he knows? He's heard of a splinter where Vulcan is destroyed. It's got to be possible.* Ratchet 9:26 pm [[ i gotta run to the bathroom real quick first tho pls ]] Bevel 9:26 pm ((go for it Prowl 9:26 pm ((*runs too*)) Ratchet 9:28 pm [[ ty ]] [[ also i think i've mentioned but i appreciate that you leave the captions on ]] Bevel 9:29 pm This is the last file I could find from this part of their timeline. I will keep looking but I can show other stuff I have found. ((I need them myself but I'm always happy to accommodate, they're so useful ((Cro and Puff ran off as well so we've got a moment to enjoy CBS' beautiful logo ItsyBitsySpyers 9:31 pm ((i use the captions too tbh. leave them on for our tv at home all the time)) Prowl 9:31 pm ((okay back)) Bevel 9:31 pm ((also also, Disco got nominated for 5 Saturn Awards \o/ Ratchet 9:31 pm [[ i have captions on for youtube and netflix, always ]] ItsyBitsySpyers 9:32 pm ((just a sec, waiting on soup to microwave)) Bevel 9:32 pm ((same, ok we ready? ((ok still waiting ItsyBitsySpyers 9:32 pm ((the only time i don't use captions on movie nights is if i have to find it like on youtube or something and it doesn't have them... but tbh that's why we started renting things off amazon)) Prowl 9:33 pm ((i usually don't leave captions on because when i do i automatically focus on reading them, even if i can understand the dialogue perfectly, instead of actually looking at what's happening on screen)) Ratchet 9:33 pm [[ i usually can't understand he dialogue perfectly, i just don't process it ]] Prowl 9:34 pm ((and then get distracted/irked by captioner or timing errors)) Bevel 9:34 pm ((Same, I've got auditory processing issues bad Ratchet 9:34 pm [[ i'm usually done reading captions well before they're done speaking and can focus on the visual ]] Prowl 9:34 pm ((i focus on them THROUGH the speaking EVEN THOUGH i've already read them because my brain doesn't know how to stop looking when there are words to look at)) Bevel 9:35 pm ((Hopefully Disco's timing hasn't been too off for you, Puff ItsyBitsySpyers 9:35 pm ((aaaaah i'm sorry ;; i hope it doesn't make mondays too rough but ye auditory processing problems here too ;; ))

((soup got)) Prowl 9:36 pm ((it's been awful. the words linger on the screen long after the dialogue is over until someone says something new, and whenever klingons say something it's covered up by captions that say "[speaking in klingon]" like THANKS, NOW MOVE)) Bevel 9:36 pm ((ok gonna start now Prowl 9:36 pm ((LIKE THAT!!)) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:36 pm ((CASE IN POINT)) ((i hate that too don't worry)) ((ACTUALLY when the text appears on the bottom the captions should temporarily move to the top of the screen... that's how it's supposed to be)) ((idk why they don't do it like that)) Prowl 9:37 pm ((USUALLY captions i see do that. that would fix it.)) Bevel 9:37 pm ((i really wish they would do that yeah Prowl 9:37 pm ((i have like, mild auditory processing problems. when i watch something on my own i usually turn off the captions, watch until i don't process something they said, mutter in annoyance, rewind ten seconds, turn on captions, watch until i realize that idk what's happening on screen because i'm reading the captions instead, mutter in annoyance, turn them off, rinse, repeat)) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:37 pm ((and if there are items on top and bottom then they just stay on the bottom)) ((oof)) Bevel 9:38 pm ((i just... keep watching and don't understand what's happening ItsyBitsySpyers 9:39 pm *Soundwave folds his hands and settles into them. This is already going poorly.* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:41 pm [[She will get herself terminated in her sleep.]] Prowl 9:42 pm I don't think the emperor will wait until she's asleep. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:42 pm [[You're probably right.]] *HUFF* Ratchet 9:43 pm [[ i love georgiou's accent ]] Bevel 9:44 pm ((Michelle Yeoh is such a gift Prowl 9:46 pm *every scene with him is unpleasant.* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:47 pm *Soundwave pings Prowl.*

[[You recall Odo and Quark being trapped on the mountain and discussions of the Orion Syndicate?]] [[They speak of them.]] Prowl 9:49 pm I recall. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:49 pm [[And the Lorca human had an entire room of weapons. He is sure they have plenty to trade.]] Ratchet 9:49 pm [[ :c tilly's curls are beautiful ]] Bevel 9:50 pm ((i love her hair so much ItsyBitsySpyers 9:51 pm ((who even eats ceti eels)) ((what person said "i'll take this mind-controlling worm bug thing and EAT IT")) Bevel 9:54 pm ((Trill~ Prowl 9:54 pm *heavy frown. Prowl does not like this place. not at all.* *it has bead curtains.* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:54 pm [[...Really. On a mission and this is where she decides to be?]] ((oh my god prowl)) Prowl 9:55 pm Do you know many better places to find influential people with poor impulse control than a sex club? ((SUBTITLES)) Bevel 9:56 pm ((I'm gonna skip back and remove them for a second ItsyBitsySpyers 9:56 pm ((can you rewind and uncover)) [[...Comment withdrawn. You are, of course, right.]] Bevel 9:58 pm ((maybe they'll be less annoying if they're smaller Prowl 9:58 pm ... See. He still has the same person underneath. Bevel 9:58 pm Oooo. *leans forward* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:59 pm *...What kind of art was that? He wants one.*

[[Their memories, at least.]] Prowl 9:59 pm A person IS their memories. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:59 pm [[You won't find an argument here. He meant a separate set from Tyler's.]] Bevel 9:59 pm So he is both Ash and Voq now? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:01 pm [[Mm.]] Bevel 10:02 pm *excited about these tattoos* Prowl 10:04 pm ((i like that she waited until after she'd got laid to interrogate them.)) Bevel 10:04 pm ((Tilly you're so perfect ItsyBitsySpyers 10:04 pm [[He knew it.]] [[How did they NOT see this coming?]] Prowl 10:05 pm They knew something was happening. They didn't know what or how soon. They probably thought they could see it coming before it happened and head it off. ... I suppose they DID see it coming before it happened. Narrowly. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:10 pm [[...Ahhh.]] Bevel 10:10 pm They are giving it to L'rell? Prowl 10:10 pm Tyler, I expect. Mm. Could be wrong. Prowl 10:13 pm ... I'm not sure giving her the power to reunify Klingon is the best strategic decision. Bevel 10:14 pm But it was a peaceful one. Prowl 10:14 pm There are many peaceful strategies that don't involve giving her the power to reunify the army that's steadily slaughtering their people. Ratchet 10:15 pm They're competing to see who can kill the most now, though. United, they'll be more predictable. Prowl 10:15 pm And more efficient. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:16 pm [[It does prove that the Federation does not wish them to crumble and perish.]] Prowl 10:17 pm They could have proven that by finding some Klingon pacifist to hand the weapon to. Prowl 10:18 pm ... Hm. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:18 pm [[He doubts they would command the respect necessary to convince the others they would follow through with it.]] Prowl 10:18 pm They're fortunate she called for peace. In prison, she was very much against it. They wouldn't need to "convince the others they would follow through with it"—the POINT is, the Federation could prove to the Klingons that they don't want them to crumble and perish by giving the bomb to someone THEY KNOW will never detonate it. Bevel 10:20 pm ((Sarek gets 1 parent point. He's now at -99 Prowl 10:20 pm ((eyyyy, down to double digits! way to go sarek.)) Bevel 10:20 pm *memorizes this* Bevel 10:24 pm ((look at my pizza cutter ships i love them Prowl 10:24 pm ((of course the USS enterprise is hailing for help)) ((they're in trouble every 12 minutes)) Bevel 10:24 pm ((lol ItsyBitsySpyers 10:25 pm *Can see what Prowl is getting at, but is certain they could not have found such a person in so short a time, and does not know that it would work when so much revolves around a willingness to do battle. He would like to see what happened in a timeline where that WAS the case. Make some decisions with more data.* Ratchet 10:25 pm [[ wow that season went all over the map and then some ]] Bevel 10:25 pm ((I really hope this means next season we get to see Number One ahhhhh ItsyBitsySpyers 10:25 pm ((i think part of it was that they changed people in charge like partway through the season? but also they didn't know if they were gonna have a second so GO ALL OUT)) [[A pleasing enough tale, though he is concerned about the free-roaming Terran.]] [[For now, he should return home. There is much to do.]] ItsyBitsySpyers 10:28 pm ((like DANCIN time to write that up)) Bevel 10:28 pm If I find more files I will let you know. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:28 pm ((well, greeting the lady sparklight anyway)) Prowl 10:28 pm *turns to Ratchet* I will see you... the next time we have one of these, I suppose. Ratchet 10:28 pm [[ prowl pls "in between blue and magenta" ]] Prowl 10:28 pm ((there are six colors, okay)) ItsyBitsySpyers 10:28 pm [[Thank you. He appreciates the additions to his records. It is surprisingly difficult to acquire this data at times.]] Prowl 10:29 pm ((red, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and magenta)) ItsyBitsySpyers 10:29 pm [[Something about so much of it being classified.]] *Quiet huffing.* Prowl 10:29 pm Pff. I can't imagine what kind of encryption these files were initially kept under. Ratchet 10:29 pm Mhmm. I'll see ya. Prowl 10:30 pm ... I can go outside, now. We should—visit. Sometime. Bevel 10:30 pm *yes ignore how encrypted these files were >_>* I want to see the mushroom planet. Ratchet 10:31 pm You mentioned something about that. I wasn't sure--but yes. The Ark's always open to you. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:31 pm [[It tends to be quite powerful, for organic security. He finds appealing to the right people works wonders, though.]]

*And on THAT note... a small bow to Bevel, a nod to Ratchet and Prowl with a ping for the latter, and he'll get on his way.* Bevel 10:32 pm *waves to Soundwave* ((nope weak she changed the pronouns Prowl 10:34 pm *a farewell ping to Soundwave and to Ratchet, and he disappears as well.* Bevel 10:37 pm ((Lemme know when you've got the log, Puff Prowl 10:38 pm ((got it!)) Bevel 10:39 pm ((ok!

[wildernessuntothemselves]

Good Boys Likes Bad Girls (Part 4)

Summary:  Most teachers had a pet student but not many students had one. Except you. Word Count: 6.6k Kinks Included In This Chapter: toy use- cum play- exhibitionism  (You know shit’s about to hit the fan when I use a gif of a crying Taehyung this close to the story’s ending lol. Gif credit)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 5, Final Part The two young lovers were tangled in each other's arms, their moans of ecstasy, as well as the slapping sounds of their coupling, fill the room. They were finally in each other's arms after the long anticipation. They were finally together and rejoicing in each other's flesh. "I knew you'd love this, pet." You chuckle in Taehyung's ears, tearing his faithful eyes away from the laptop screen and making a shiver run down his spine. "I chose them specifically for you." On his laptop screen, an amateur porn video was playing. It was one of a series of videos made by a real life couple and you were currently making Taehyung watch them, with a vibrating butt plug stuffed up his ass and a wand vibrator on his penis controlled manually by you. You were sitting behind him on the floor of your room, close but barely touching him, only your nipples occasionally grazing his back as you whisper filthy delicious things in his ear. "Look at them, they're in love. That's why she's letting him do all those things to her." You taunt him, focusing the wand vibrator on his tip and he arches up into it. "And it's why you'll never get to do anything like that to me."

Taehyung looks back to the screen longingly, watching them fucking roughly but a loving kiss here and a tender touch there reveals the love underlying their obvious physical lust. Taehyung watches them with envy, noticing how the girl always chased after her lover's touch, asking him to worship her body, telling him how amazing he feels, staring lovingly into his eyes, all things that you've never done.

"You could have that, you know? If you weren't such a stupid boy." Taehyung's breath stills, his moans of frustration immediately silenced as he waits for you to explain how. "You're intelligent, good looking, belong to a good family, and pretty soon you'll amass a small fortune, I'm sure of it. You could easily score a nice, pretty girl who has never fucked anyone before."

Taehyung deflates. He thought you were actually going to inform him of a magical way you could be together like that couple on the screen. He never learns.

You continue on unbothered, "You could go with her on cheesy amusement park dates or you could crank the cheesiness to nauseating levels and take her to a fucking dog cafe, she'd love it. And your parents would be so happy that you're dating a girl like her and they would nag you every day about marrying her already and you eventually would after finishing college. And you'd have a huge pretty wedding filled with people who would pretend to be there to celebrate your nuptials but they're actually there to have free drinks and judge everything from what the bride is wearing to how their free fucking chicken tastes."

You drag the vibrator down from the tip of his penis to his balls, running it back and forth over them and Taehyung struggles to concentrate on your words. "And soon enough you would be leaving the reception with your new wife and you'd carry her bridal style through the front door and she'd think that everything that night had been perfect so she'd let you finally stick your dick in her as she lies there and let you clumsily fuck her, thinking of all the little brats you're soon gonna have."

You growl into his ear before sucking the lobe into your mouth and biting it. "You could have all that but you choose to be here at my mercy, pining after my love even though you know you're never going to get it. You're such a fucking masochist."

"That's not what I want. I only want you." Taehyung's voice is scratchy from all the moans you had torn out of his throat earlier.

"Why?" You ask but he doesn't reply. So you ask again, and again he remains silent. Irritated, you reach for his sensitive cock and give it a few yanking strokes, "I asked you a question, pet."

Taehyung writhes in your arms but says in a dead-serious tone, "You wouldn't like the answer."

You stop your strokes and Taehyung breathes a sigh of relief, his precum leaking all over your frozen hand. Wouldn't like the answer? What does that mean? You were fatally curious now but your survival instinct told you to let it go so you did.  

"In any case, you're not completely stupid to be here. After all, how could such a pure girl satisfy your sickness? I don't think you'd even be able to bear the shame of telling her. She'd never accept you. Know this, no one in this world would accept you other than me, pet." You threaten, pushing yourself up against his back and sliding your free hand around his waist possessively.

"I know." He breathes.

"Good boy."  You hum, closing your eyes and simply sitting there, stroking your hand over his tummy. You feel his warmth seep into your cold body and you cling to him like a parasite, pressing your cheek against his back, your short hair tickling him, and listening to the constant buzz of the vibrators and the stuttering breaths of Taehyung.

You don't know how long you stayed like that for Taehyung stopped any and all of his moans in the fear that it would make you move away, but soon enough his own body betrayed him. The ripples started off gently enough, just slight shivers once in a while but they eventually crowded together and added up to one violent continuous shudder that spoke of his great need for release.

You finally open your eyes and press a kiss to his shoulder blade, making Taehyung sigh in defeat. Your lips travel slowly up his back, stopping to leave a lingering kiss on his neck that had him keening before you reach his ear. "You've been really good today, baby. Where do you wanna cum?"

You slip the hand that was on his waist up to his shaft, and the last residual shreds of the previous moment fading away. "On yourself or on me? But remember, you'll have to lick it off if you choose me." Taehyung doesn't hesitate, "Your mouth, please." "Sly little puppy, you chose the one place you can't eat it off of." Taehyung mumbles, blushing deeply. "No, I didn't mean to. I chose it because... I thought it would be hot." "Of course you thought it would be hot. Seeing your cum filling my mouth that has been bossing you around for so long... it would be a vision for you, my darling."

You smack his thigh, telling him to get up. He stands up over you, his dick mere inches from your face, and you take the two vibrators away, leaving him empty and wanting. "Go on, baby."

You look up at him, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out expectantly. Taehyung's hand moves over himself swiftly and it doesn't take him more than three strokes to come undone. How could it when you were kneeling there waiting for his cum?

The thick white ropes shoot out of his head, landing messily on the lower portion of your face, covering your chin and dribbling down your neck but mostly collecting in a pool over your outstretched tongue that eventually overflows and starts dripping on the floor.

When he can’t give you any more, you wiggle your tongue around, showing him all that you've collected then you retract your tongue back into your mouth and swallow. Taehyung stares in an aroused disbelief at your sealed lips. If the world was ending right now, Kim Taehyung wouldn't give a shit.

You give a lazy smirk before you open your mouth again, revealing the pool of semen still lying there. Taehyung gives you a little pout at having tricked him. You just smirk wider and get up, putting your hands on his shoulder and pushing down until he's the one kneeling down in front of you. You hold his jaw in your hand and dig your fingers into his cheeks, silently telling him to open his mouth. He picks up on your intention quickly and opens his mouth wide, half closing his eyes as you lean down towards his face.

You stop a few inches from his face then you open your mouth in the shape of a tiny O and let the stream of his cum fall from between your lips and into his waiting mouth, all while he's watching you through his half-lidded eyes.

When the entire thing is transferred from your mouth to his, he opens his eyes fully again and waits for your command. "I wish you could see how beautiful you look right now." You swipe the little bits of cum that fell on his chin and push them back between his pillowy lips, keeping your two fingers in his mouth, "Swallow, love."

You eyes roll into the back of your skull when you feel his tongue push your fingers upwards and his throat sucks on them as he swallows. You pull your fingers out and drag them over his lips and up to his cheek, smearing the little amount of cum that was still stuck to them over his face.

"Absolutely beautiful." You breathe.

The room is filled with the scents of vanilla and coconut, scents that haven't swirled in its melancholic air for years until Taehyung came along. The source of the pleasant smell originated from your short disheveled hair, smoothed down by the generous amounts of conditioner that Taehyung had insisted on buying you.

It was pleasant, yes, but it burned your nose all the same. Does a dog care if you shower him in rose water and spray him with lavender? No, and like a dog, your instincts screamed at you to throw yourself in the dirt and roll around in it until you smell like yourself again but you resist.

You had a hand twisted in the hair at the nape of Taehyung's neck and the other one softly massaging his scalp as he sits there between your legs at the head of the bed, humming contentedly. Almost purring, really.

These "romantic" sessions have increased in frequency greatly these past few weeks since prom. You don't really know why, but somewhere along the way they stopped feeling like a way of punishing Taehyung and that scared the crap out of you but you couldn't stop.

The question that had piqued your interest a while ago shoots back into your mind and you can't push it down again, but this time you decide to take another approach to getting an answer, taking advantage of Taehyung's vulnerable state.  

"Where do you want to go after you graduate?"

"I don't know," Taehyung answers mindlessly, too absorbed in your actions to really think about it.

"Don't act coy now, hun. You must have a million exciting plans up your sleeve." You prod.

"Does it matter? I'll just end up doing what you want anyway."

"And you've just surrendered yourself to that?"

Taehyung doesn't reply for a second and you think you've lost him again but then he speaks up, "___, I know all about your plans to take me down. I see more than you think I do."

Your hand stills in his hair and you're shocked by the still fond tone of his voice even more than you're shocked by the revelation. "That still doesn't answer my question. What do you want?"

He turns to face you, holding the hands that have been stroking his hair in between his own. He studies you for a moment, deciding if he should just say what's on his mind or attempt to keep the illusion of your slow destruction of him alive... "I want to go anywhere but here."

"What are you talking about, pup? Everyone loves you here. You're a rock star."

He snorts, "You mean my parents love having a prodigy for a son. They just love living through me, making me slave away to achieve what they couldn't when they were my age, never even caring about how I feel. The important thing is that people know how much better I am than their kids. You think any of the other parents love me? No, they despise me for making their kids look bad. They smile to my face and pray for my fall behind my back."

"And the kids? They are nice enough to me but that's it. I have no friends because no one wants to be friends with the nerd who their parents always compare them to." Your heart skips a beat. Even though he wasn't talking specifically about you, it still felt like you were being called out. Taehyung was remarkably intuitive and you suddenly feel like you were laid bare in front of him all this time.

So this is what you were? One of the many people who hated him for being someone he was forced to be. You felt yourself cowering in shame, unable to meet his eyes for the first time ever. Taehyung cups your cheek tenderly, making you look at him.

"So you can do what you want to me. I won't fight you. It wouldn't be as fun that way, I know. Sorry for that." He lowers his eyes in apology.

You couldn't hear this anymore, couldn't stand to be in his presence anymore. You had been doing all of this for justice, a sick demented form of justice but justice nonetheless. After all, why should someone have everything while another person had nothing? Why should he be praised and loved while you were hated and despised? You had wanted to prove that you can be equals, even if your way of going about it was to bring him down to your level instead of rising to his, but now you could see that you never were his equal and you never will be.

Taehyung sees the change in your demeanor and hurries to calm you down, "Hey, don't go soft on me now."

"Why are you letting me do this to you?" The question crosses your mind for the first time ever. You had always just chalked it up to a kink of his, treating him as a one-dimensional character in your story. You never saw him as a real person with real emotions and drives.

"Because you're the one who sees me for who I really am, a rotten fraud. When I'm with you, all my walls are stripped away and I'm exposed for the scum that I am. I don't have to pretend in front of you."

You rip his hands off of you, laughing incredulously. "You're not rotten! You're not a fraud! You're the most pure and good person there is in this whole ugly town. Oh god, how could I have been so wrong?!"

You press the heels of your hands to your temples trying to stop the world from spinning out of control around you. You are an evil bitch. You had spent all this time hating this poor guy and blaming everything on him that you never even stopped to think how irrational that was. It wasn't his fault your father treated you like shit, and now that you knew just how much he was suffering, how lowly he thought of himself and how you've helped him feed into that...

What you were doing to Taehyung was the exact same thing your father was doing to you. You are as much of a monster as he is... oh god...

"Taehyung, I need to be alone for a while, will you leave, puppy?" You can't keep the shaking out of your lips when you say the words and Taehyung absolutely freaks out.

"Please, ___, don't send me away. I know I was being selfish for telling you this but I needed to get it off my chest and I didn't think it would be that bad. Just forget about everything I said. I won't speak of it anymore, I promise." Taehyung pleaded with tears in his eyes.

"I'm not upset with you, puppy. You did nothing wrong. You never did anything wrong. You're an angel. I just need a little space to breathe that's all." "I'm not a fucking angel! You've been so good to me. You've taken me in when no one else would and you've given me so much and after all that I just repaid you with betrayal." Taehyung sobs. If you were in your right mind you would've stopped the boy and asked him to explain himself but your mind couldn't focus on what the boy was saying when your entire belief system and sense of justice was being called into question, just chalking it up to misplaced guilt. You tried numerous times to get him out of your room so you could sit down and reevaluate everything but he just would not leave so, in the end, you just gave up and let him stay. You hid away under your covers and he curled up at the foot of your bed facing the human shaped elevation in the covers that shielded you from his gaze.

The next day Taehyung reluctantly leaves to go to school but you stay in. He tried to stay in with you but you adamantly refused, telling him that if he skips school they would call his house and ask if he is alright, and that would only lead to trouble. He still wasn't happy about it but he finally agreed to leave. You had the whole morning to yourself to think before Taehyung comes rushing back to your window after school is over, but you couldn't think at all. Your whole mind's infrastructure was in ruins and you couldn't process a single thought so you just laid there on your bed and stared up at the ceiling, listening to the deafening silence inside your desolate mind and only getting up to go to the bathroom and then quickly slumping back onto your bed. Taehyung came by sometime later and tried to speak to you but all you could hear was an indistinguishable muffled noise that drowned out the buzzing silence of your mind. You observed the strange wild expressions on his face, brows scrunching hard, eyes wide and flitting about, mouth opening and closing with force, and finally registered them as panic. He was terrified by your irresponsiveness. You wrap your hands around his neck, bringing him down to you and holding him in a loose embrace. You press your lips to his ear and he shivers, "Hush, puppy, quiet down now." Your run your hand up and down his back, humming a lullaby you had forgotten the words to, trying to calm yourself down more than him. You spend your days like that for another week. You would go to school and pretend to be your normal selves in front of other people then you'd head home followed shortly by Taehyung. You'd lie on your bed softly caressing the boy in your arms and watching him as if seeing him for the first time. Bit by bit, the ruins that became your mind cleared away to give way to new structures, a new city of thought that looked more gently on Taehyung. His warmth surrounds you and you subconsciously curl yourself up around him protectively, asking yourself how you could have ever thought to harm such an innocent creature? How you could've ever doubted his intentions?

On Tuesday of the next week, Taehyung apologized and bowed out of spending the day with you as has become your ritual, saying that he had important family matters to attend to. You gave him your permission, after all the amount of time you have been spending with him lately was unusual and it wasn't like you thought you would be able to carry on doing that for long, but as you laid there in your bed without his familiar warmth, you realized just how much you were already missing it. A flash of light catches your attention and you pick up your phone expecting to see a text from Taehyung but your smile drops and annoyance crosses your features when you see Jungkook's name instead. You were about to ignore his texts when you catch Taehyung's name in one of his texts. Isn't this Taehyung? You really should keep a tighter leash on loverboy. Tsk I thought you were smarter than that. Jungkook sent an image. Your palms turn sweaty and your heart jumps up to lodge itself in your throat. You forcefully swallow it back down and open the messages, the sight of the image Jungkook sent you greeting you first thing.    In it were two people kissing, a guy and a girl. Their faces weren't very clear because of the zoom in and how only their profiles were showing but you had no doubt in your mind that they were Taehyung and Nayeon. Another message comes in and slightly displaces the image upwards. I'll be in front of your house in 10 minutes to pick you up. I know you would want to see this in person ;)

Stupid foolish girl, that's what you are. You let Kim Taehyung trick you into thinking he actually cared for you when all he wanted was a girl who would do to him all that he wanted while he went out with another girl who he wouldn't be embarrassed to actually be seen with. They looked like a picture perfect couple, Taehyung's classic handsomes complementing Nayeon's quirky prettiness. He had his arm wrapped naturally around her shoulder, her long hair falling in rivulets around them as she laughs at something he said. When the laughs switch to comfortable and inviting silence, Nayeon reaches a hand out to brush Taehyung's hair out of his eyes so she can look at him better. You imagine you could see his cheeks flushing from where you stood frozen in the middle of the cafe as he averts his eyes and looks around in bashfully. This is what love looks like, easy embraces and meaningful looks that sometimes can get so intense in their softness that you just have to look away... not whip lashes against sensitive skin and pleads for release. Yes, you could see it now. Kim Taehyung was using you. But if he had been lying to you all this time, why did he look like he was face to face with his very own grim reaper now that he's finally spotted you? You don't wait around for an answer and instead turn on your heels and flee the cafe, yanking Jungkook behind you and ignoring Taehyung's choked shouts of your name. You make it as far as the car before he catches up with you, "___, it's not what it looks like." He cringes at the cliched words and decides to forsake any prologue and jump right into explaining himself. "I had to go out with Nayeon. My parents saw you that day at my house and they had already been suspicious of all those times I would just disappear for a while now. The called the library and the people I would claim to be with and realized that I was lying to them about my whereabouts, and they even saw one of your messages to me and confronted me about it."

"Luckily I don't have your name saved and the message didn't say anything too incriminating so I just told them it was Nayeon texting me. They seemed so willing to buy into that so I just went along with it and told them that that's who I have been spending all my time with. They were ecstatic about it and they dropped the case but only after making me provide evidence for it." The words were jumbled together and nearly indecipherable as Taehyung rushed to get them all out before you decided you've had enough and left. "So I had to ask Nayeon out. I had to make it as public as possible that I was dating her so my parents would really believe it. I wanted to tell you, I really did but after the whole thing with prom, I was so afraid of how you were gonna react." "So you decided to lie to me?" You ask coldly. "I didn't-" You interrupt him, "How long has this been going on?" Taehyung hesitates then says, "A month" You stumble back from the shock. He has been doing this for a whole month? Going out with that girl, kissing her with the same lips he kissed you with, laid there under you and begged for your touch all the while he was dating someone else? All rational thought goes out of your head and you can't even stop to consider his reasons as a tape of all the times you'd allowed yourself to be vulnerable in front of him that very same month plays behind your eyelids. You felt your stomach trying to turn itself inside out in disgust and when failing to do that, just resolving to liquefy itself from the inside. You punch him square in the face, the impact hurting you probably more than it hurt him and you clutch your hand to your chest in pain. You hear a chuckle coming from Jungkook. You had almost forgotten that he was there too. "That's not how you do it, sweetheart." Jungkook swaggers up to Taehyung and looks smugly back at you before turning around and delivering a punch to Taehyung's face using his whole body. Taehyung almost flies back from the force, falling down on the pavement of the parking lot with blood already starting to trickle down from his mouth and nose. Even so, he struggles to lift himself back up to talk to you. "___, please, I know... you're angry right now you don't want to listen to what I have to say b-but if you just calm down and actually listen... to me you'd understand why I had to do this." Taehyung grunts through the blood that was now gushing down his face, "You know me, ___. Don't let Jungkook...twist your mind." You maintain a chilly gaze on him as you get into Jungkook's car, showing him exactly how much you care for his warning. There is a triumphant smile on Jungkook's face as the tires screech and he speeds up out of the parking lot and onto the main street. You itch to wipe it off his face. Your decision to ride back with him had nothing to do with him and all to do with hurting Taehyung, but you just stay silent and watch the parking lot get farther and farther away in the rearview mirror as a tiny reflection of Nayeon begins to fearfully call for help when she finally finds Taehyung slumped on the pavement and beaten bloody.

"This is it, right? You're dropping him, right?"

You look at Jungkook in annoyance. Truth be told you wanted to throw him out of your house but you needed to think first. What if you had use of him later on? Taehyung never could bear the idea of you and Jungkook together so definitely needed to keep him at hand in case you got a chance to get back at Taehyung.

You didn't realize just how soon that would be though.

You had thought that Taehyung would be down for a few days after the powerful blow he received from Jungkook, but you had apparently underestimated his will power because only a short time after you and Jungkook had arrived at your house, Taehyung was tapping at your window and pleading to be let in.

Luckily you had had the foresight to shut your window for the first time ever even though you weren't expecting him to be here so soon. Bloody fingerprints stain the outer side of the glass as Taehyung juggles between stopping the flow of blood from his nose, steadying himself on the perilous branch, and knocking on the window with his whole palm.

You walk up to him, standing on the other side of the window, and he stills. Only his mouth moves as he chokes out words of apology and regret that you couldn't hear through the thick window, but you could read every word in his eyes.

But it didn't matter.

It was a strange thing. It had taken you a whole week to come to the conclusion that Taehyung never deserved the pain you had been inflicting on him for so long, your mind was desolate back then and it had refused to work but now it's like everything was augmented. Maybe it was because your whole belief system had been uprooted and cleared away, leaving plenty of space for new beliefs to take hold, but whatever it was, in that split moment you had already decided what you wanted to do.

Taehyung couldn't hear you as much as you couldn't hear him but the curl of your lips around your next word was unmistakable.

Jungkook.

The boy comes over to you at once, bouncing with excitement. You turn to face him and instantly pull him down in a bruising kiss. He reciprocates right away, his thin lips moving over yours and his tongue already pushing for entrance which you deny.

This was wrong, all wrong.

Jungkook was hasty and undisciplined just like you had predicted, but that wasn't the problem. He was still skilled and he would try extra hard to make you feel good just to one up Taehyung, but every time his tongue would lick your lips insolently asking for entrance, you would have to physically swallow down the gag that wanted to convulse your throat. You didn't want Jungkook.

You pull away from the kiss and whip around, facing Taehyung again and his wretched expression. No, you needed to do this. Just no more kissing.

Jungkook didn't even notice your distaste and only took your actions as an invitation for him to latch his lips onto your neck. Taehyung never would've made that mistake, but you let Jungkook do what he wants, all while watching Taehyung scratch against the window in desperation.

"That's it, Kookie. Your lips feel really good on me. I want them all over me." You say robotically but again he doesn't notice, moaning into the crook of your neck and rubbing his hard on against your ass.

You grab his hands and place them over your breasts, his big palms covering them completely as he squeezes and kneads them. It feels incredibly arousing, not because of the pleasure he was bringing you but because Taehyung was watching everything. He was devastated and it brought you a familiar vengeful pleasure. He betrayed you after you had unwittingly trusted him, whatever his reasons were, and he deserved this.  

Jungkook was impatient, he definitely didn't possess Taehyung's self-control, but it was alright because right now you were impatient too. You were practically dripping already at the thought of what you were about to do.

"Jungkook, stop fucking around and fuck me instead." You bark at him and he's more than willing to follow your orders. He pulls both his pants and yours down and thrusts himself inside of you, bottoming out right away.

You don't even register the incredible pain of Jungkook's callous treatment of you on your first time, not that he knew it was, but Taehyung did and that's what matters. Pleasure lights up every single cell in your body as you see Taehyung breaking down in front of you.

He had grovelled for hours at a time at your feet for you to fuck him. You had used the promise of sex to lure him into doing so many things for you only to take it away from him when he actually did them, but now you were fucking Jungkook like it didn't even matter?

He knew why you did it, and in a strange way, he felt how important he had become to you, because why else would you be reacting this strongly to him dating someone else? Still, it hurt like nothing before. It was a pain that was blinding, deafening...

Funny how you were adamant about not giving your virginity to Taehyung but in a way you have now given it to him. You would never have had sex with Jungkook if it wasn't for what had happened today. Taehyung always finds a way to take everything from you in the end.

You watch Taehyung's tears mix with his blood, running in crimson rivers down his face, but you could also see Jungkook's reflection in the glass and you're struck by a harrowing thought as you see the contrast between them so clearly for the first time and finally realize why you chose Taehyung over the better suited Jungkook in the first place.

You thought you were better than him.

You thought you deserved Taehyung's love and devotion.

You thought you deserved a Kim Taehyung.

How hypocritical.

Jungkook was the perfect fit for you. He came from a broken family like you. He was messed up like you. He didn't care who he hurt on his way to get what he wanted, exactly like you. You both deserved each other, but you somehow got it in your mind along the way to getting your revenge on Taehyung that you could ever be able to fuck him up so bad that you'd actually have a chance of being with him.

You look in Taehyung's eyes and see nothing but pure hurt and guilt, and you have a flashback to an hour ago at the cafe, realizing that you had let your anger and insecurity see things that weren't there. Taehyung didn't have the girl in an easy embrace like you'd presumed, his entire body was rigid and he looked clearly uncomfortable. He didn't look around shyly when she brushed his hair away, he was avoiding her gaze so she wouldn't realize that he held no love for her because all his love already belonged to you. He never once looked at her the way he was looking at you even now.

That boy can't be corrupted. You never even had a chance.

You hear Jungkook's grunts stuttering and you quickly spin around, pressing him against the window with you standing behind him chest to back. He whines from the loss of your heat around him but you weren't about to let Jeon fucking Jungkook cum inside of you.

"Don't bitch, Jungkook. You know I'm not doing this for you so if you'd like me to keep up this act instead of throwing your ass out on the porch you better fucking behave." You hiss at him, in no mood for his brattiness right now.

You jerk him off roughly and he leans back his weight against you in pleasure, almost knocking you back from the sheer size difference between you but before you legs give out he slumps forward with his release, shooting white strings towards the window and Taehyung behind it.

You grab Jungkook's head by his hair and rest it on your shoulder, making him bend backward due to the height difference and extend his neck to you. You suck a harsh bruise onto his milky skin and keep pumping his cock, helping him through the rest of his orgasm while maintaining eye contact with Taehyung.

Your message was clear. Whatever you had with him was over now; Jungkook was your new toy.

Taehyung shakes his head in denial. Even after all the pain you've brought him, he still wanted you, but you've had enough. He didn't deserve this. He's hurt you, yes but like everything he did, he was only doing it so he can stay with you, but being with you would only harm him more. Yes, he had his whole thing with his family but you weren't the person to help him with that. He was lashing out against them and the life they forced on him by engaging in self-destructive behaviors and you were helping him. He needed to stop that. He needed to find real help and you were sure he was going to get it once your corrupting influence was lifted off of him. He was a good kid.

You also deserved this. Taehyung had taken up the bigger portion of your life for countless years. Everything you did was just a mean towards your ultimate goal that was his destruction, and now that that goal was ripped away right from under your nose, a gaping hole existed in the place where Taehyung once occupied. But it was also like a veil had been lifted, letting you see the real culprit in the crime that was your life. You needed to focus on the real cause of your suffering, and having Taehyung around would only confuse you again.

It was time to let him go. You push Jungkook not-so-gently to the side and grab the drapes, listening to Taehyung's silent and loud pleading for the last time before closing the drapes and shutting him out of your room and your life.

Getting Jungkook out of the house was just a matter of reassuring him that he is now officially your sub and then sending him on his way. You ignored Taehyung's unrelenting tapping on your window. It must have gone on for more than an hour because you had gone to shower and made yourself some food from the scarce supplies that were in your pantry before coming back to your room only to find that the tapping hasn't stopped so you just put in some earphones and go to sleep, letting the boy knock to his heart's content, secure in the fact that no one would hear him because of the placement of your bedroom's window that overlooked the woods behind.

You were jostled from your sleep a couple of hours later. It was a normal occurrence for you. You would normally wake up at least three to four time every night. You can't remember a time when you've had a full night's sleep uninterrupted... except for those times Taehyung had stayed overnight. That was also a big reason for your growing attachment to him. You were always guaranteed a restful slumber whenever you had him in your arms, but that's over now.

You take the earphones off, curious if Taehyung was still at your window and find yourself irrationally disappointed that the sound has stopped. What were you thinking? That he would spend the whole night camped up outside your window?

You sigh and get up to open the window again and let in some cold air to help you breathe. You slide the glass up and breathe in the fresh air that calms you down slightly and look down the apple tree out of habit.

The cool air catches in your throat and turns to ice when you see Taehyung lying there at the very bottom of the tree, curled up onto himself with little sobs breaking out of the tight ball every now and then. For a second there you think the worst, that Taehyung had fallen down through the course of the night and has been lying injured or dying down there since, but upon closer inspection, you become assured that he's just gotten tired and climbed down.

You breathe a sigh of relief, trying not to think about just how much you had been actually worried about him. You closed the window again, deciding that you'd rather just suffocate than see the broken boy curled up underneath the apple tree, a sight that reminded you too much of little girl who used to do the very same thing not that many years ago.

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[pherryt]

Lol okay so this is total crack but you said you wanted prompts? And I haven't been able to get this out of my head for ages. So this would be canon divergent from season 9-- recently fallen human!cas sitting in his (or Dean's) room on the bed crying while shoveling Buffalo Wings into his mouth, drinking Red Bull and listening to Mr. Mister 'take these broken wings". Dean finds him and asks what's wrong- as it turns out, cas has discovered that Red Bull doesn't really give him his wings back :(

I’m calling this one: The Lie in Advertising

also, i’m sorry, i think i treated your crack too seriously. 

there is angst here. Also, my headcanon that Cas never got tossed out on his rear cause seriously, that shit still makes me super mad.

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Dean paused in the hallwayof the bunker. What was he hearing? Was that…was that a synthesizer? Heblinked. Had he suddenly been thrust back into the 80’s or something? But no,that…the Angels had fallen and he didn’t know of any other supernatural beingthat had that kind of power.

Except maybe God, but ifthe Apocalypse couldn’t scare the guy up, then he wasn’t likely the answer toDean’s current confusion.

He shook his head andfollowed the music, the words getting clearer as the lyrics started to floatdown the hallway towards him, getting louder the closer he got.

“So take, these brokenwings…”

Oh god…Deans eyes flewwide and his steps grew quicker.

“And learn to flyagain…”

That…that gravelly voiceoverlaying the song. That was Cas…

“Learn to live so free…”

And he sounded so heartbroken.

Dean was now barrelingdown the hall, heart thudding. He’d foolishly thought that once they’d gottenCas safely back to the bunker, he’d be all right. That he’d adjust to beinghuman. Like before. Dean had gotten the newly made human his own room, gave himsome of Dean’s hand me downs till they could get to the store and Sam and Dean(but mostly Dean) had proceeded to teach him some of the finer points aboutbeing human that the ex-angel had never needed before.

Through it all, Cas hadremained stoic, even breaking into a smile a time or two.

He was fine.

Or so Dean had thought.

He didn’t stop when hereached Cas’s room, the door slightly ajar – that would account for the clarity of the music, Dean thought – andshoved it the rest of the way open. Cas had the music so loud, he didn’t evennotice. He sat in the middle of the bed, a bucket of buffalo wings in his lapand his face smeared with the sauce. Cas’s eyes were closed but there was nodenying the tears streaming down his face, and cans of empty Red Bulls litteredthe room.

Cas kept singing, andnow that he was closer, Dean could hear the little hitches in his voice, seethe gulping swallow of his throat, hear the sniffles trapped in his nose.

He walked over to thebed, carefully stepping around all the empty cans – what the heck was up with that? – and sat on the edge of the bedtwisting to look at the angel – no, ex-angel, dammit, Dean had to onceagain firmly remind himself.

The shifting of the bedstartled Cas into quieting, eyes opening in red ringed and wild lookingbefuddlement. “Dean?”

“Cas, buddy, you allright?” Dean slowly reached out his hand and placed it over Cas’s heart. It wasbeating really fast and he looked down at yet another can of Red Bull laying byCas’s bare feet, ankles crossed over each other.

“I’m fine…but Dean…” Casfumbled on the bed for one of the cans, “How many of these do I have to drinkto get my wings back?”

“What are you talkingabout?” Dean didn’t see the connection.

“That’s what the TVsaid. ‘Red Bull gives you wings’.” He sniffed loudly, “I miss my wings, Dean,”Cas whispered.

Dean looked at Cas inhorror. “Oh, no…no, no, no. Cas, you can’t believe everything you see on TV.It’s…it’s just a, a metaphor or something. They advertise it because whenyou’re exhausted, your head feels heavy, right? And your body becomes sluggish,and sometimes we need to be functioning even when our bodies tell us its’ timeto rest. Red Bull is a temporary energy boost – like…you charging up your Gracewith Bobby’s soul that one time.” Dean winced at the reminder of the thing thatCas no longer had. “And too many of these at once can actually hurt you, butthey don’t give you wings. They just counteract that heaviness…make you feel like you could fly, even though youcan’t.”

“But Dean…I need mywings. How can I be an Angel, how can I help you and Sam if I don’t at leasthave those?” Cas’s blue eyes drooped at the corners, tears still welling up andfalling down his face. His lower lip trembled and only now did Dean see thathis body was shaking too.

“Okay, first off, that’senough of the drinks. And enough reminders too.” Dean swiped all the cans offthe bed, grabbed the full one off the nightstand and chucked it at the garbage– thank God it wasn’t opened yet – and took the bucket of wings away. Withnothing to hold, Cas seemed to crumple up.

Dean leaped up for onelast thing – yanking the power cord out of the wall, the music abruptlystopping – before settling down beside Cas and pulling him into his arms. Hehadn’t done this for anyone else in a long time, and it secretly felt good tobe able to hold and comfort someone, but he wished to God Cas wasn’t hurting somuch.

“Shhh…you’ll be okay,Cas. You don’t need your wings to stay with us, to help us if you really wantto. You don’t even have to do that, as long as you’re here, and safe, I’ll behappy. We came so close to losing you altogether – I don’t know if I could dealwith that again. I know being human isn’t the same, I know it’s a step down,but you need to tell us when you’re feeling like this so we can help you.”

Cas turned in Dean’sarms to bury his face in Dean’s flannel, “I don’t want to be a burden, Dean,”Cas whispered brokenly.

“You’re never a burden,Cas. So far from it. You make me feel whole, again, did you know that? I’m sadon your behalf, pissed at Metatron for what he did, but I’m glad that you’re here.” Dean had to resist an urge tokiss the top of Cas’s tousled head. “With us – with, with me.” He nearly shuddered. That was as close as he’d ever gottenbesides the “I need you” in Lucifer’s Crypt that he’d ever gotten to outrighttelling Cas how much he meant to him.

Really meant.

They sat in silence,Dean eventually shifting to prop himself up against the headboard, Cas stillcradled gently in his arms. Cas grasped at his flannel and held on tight. “Staywith me, Dean?”

Dean heard the hopefulnote in Cas’s choked voice and nodded, “Of course, all you ever need to do isask.”

[wishuponawriter]

Professor Scamander (Newt x Reader)

a/n: Here’s that professor newt fic, but expanded. I made it an actual fic lol. I’m sorry if he’s out of character. And ps, for this fic I’m thinking he’s somewhere between 31-34. Hope it’s alright. @she-who-nailed-it @thesniffler @huffleheck @gondorgirl01 @newtsfantastxcbeasts here’s a confident Newt @noeypiiepiie here’s a jealous Newt 

Word count: 2800+

Warnings: Much smut. Unprotected sex. Maybe ooc? Swearing

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You followed along behind him, fingers linked with his and his battered brown case swinging from your other hand as he pulled you with him. You were on your way to another lecture of his, informing Wizarding students around the world about Fantastic Beasts. You were at Hogwarts this time, again, and taking over the Care of Magical Creatures class for today.

“We’ve done this so many times and yet I’m always nervous,” he chuckled a little anxiously.

“You know you wouldn’t trade it for the world, Professor Scamander.” You nudged his shoulder teasingly as you found your way to the class. His hand tightened on yours almost imperceptibly and lightly shuddering as he started to twist the knob and the door open.

He loved teaching about his beloved creatures and informing, or even inspiring, fellow students and wizards about them. It was his passion.

His creatures were his ultimate passion.

You glanced up at him as you entered the room, the corner of lips curling up in what you were sure was some sappy smile. You followed him to the middle of the room as the chatter in the room amplified, hearing snippets of conversation.

“He’s HOT—”

“I’d do the both of them—”

“Holy hell, look at her—”

“Fuck—”

You gripped Newt’s hand a little tighter, flushing at the attention. He flushed even more than you, shoulders tensing and an awkward laugh pouring from his lips. He cleared his throat, looking behind at you for a moment before introducing both of you.

“I’m Newt Scamander and I’m here to talk to you guys about Fantastic Beasts. And this is my lovely wife, Y/n L/n. She helped with the creation of this book and if it wasn’t for her, I most likely wouldn’t have lived to write it,” he explained, a small smile touching his lips.

He talked for a while, explaining a few things before picking up the brown case you’d set down and opened it.

“Now, none of these creatures are dangerous,” he began, a cautious, but excited look creeping on.

“If you behave accordingly. So don’t purposely provoke or antagonize them,” You chirped, aware of the last time a kid had decided to tease and poke at a Graphorn. Newt met your eyes and smiled again, gesturing for you and a few students to come up.

“Exactly. These are creatures who I have gained the trust of and love immensely. You all, however, have not. You are foreigners coming into their area, so I ask that you treat them with the utmost respect and care. Don’t mock them. Do not harass them. Now, who’d like to go first?”

You took turns taking students inside and showing them the various creatures, each getting your share of uncomfortable lingering touches on the arm or hand by students. They all liked different ones though Pickett, Dougal, and the Niffler were particular fascinations for them.

Most of the students were absolutely marvelous, though there were a few that were a bit tempestuous. They kept flirting shamelessly and ogling the both of you. It made you slightly uncomfortable, and even if you tried to shove it away, just the tiniest bit jealous when they did it to Newt.

You and Newt had decided to take the whole group inside because it was much easier to teach them as a whole. You guided them over to the Mooncalves, Dougal wrapped around your shoulders.

Newt was aside, showing a strikingly beautiful brunette  Pickett and the Bowtruckle colony. He talked with a fervent passion, as he did with everyone when given the chance to explain something he loved. She had on the fakest smile and look of fascination that you’d ever seen and boy did it make you mad when she slid a lingering hand down his arm, laughing lightly at something he’d said. You could tell by the his blush and almost embarrassed half smile that he hadn’t meant to be funny.

You knew you shouldn’t feel jealous. This always happened. He was extremely attractive and Merlin his personality was amazing. Besides, she was a student and he wouldn’t do anything. She was underage and he was one of the most loyal people you’d ever known.

Your name being called pulled you back to reality, your gaze flickering away from them and towards the darkened enclosure.  

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You could hear the sniggering comments made by a couple of boys everytime you passed and it made you increasingly uncomfortable. You tried desperately to avoid them, passing along tasks to other students or even Newt when you could, despite the fact that different girls kept trying to keep his attention. You didn’t notice his glares towards the accosters or the way he went stiff and uncomfortable everytime someone touched him.

It got to the point where you stood awkwardly behind Newt, hands wringing in front of you while you silently darted your gaze around the room.

He kept sending confused glances towards you as he explained the different characterics of a Demiguise in vivid description. Dougal sat beside you, kind eyes watching you as he grabbed your hand and pulled you forward a few steps. You could hear the slight pause in Newt’s speech as he laced his hand with yours, squeezing lightly.

He finished explaining and lifted Dougal onto the desk, asking students if they wanted to come up and meet him.

“I’m going to go to the restroom, alright, love?” You murmured to him, bringing your intertwined hands up to brush your lips against his knuckles. “I’ll be right back.”

As soon as you���d left, he turned serious, a contemplative expression coming on as he crossed his arms, the muscles rippling and tensing. The anger and jealousy that he’d been suppressing throughout class finally came through, tainting his features.

“I’d appreciate it if you stopped saying crude remarks about my wife. She is a person, not on object and you will treat her with respect. We are both here, as guests, to teach you firsthand about things that fascinate us and you will not mock her or make her uncomfortable. Be polite or we’ll have to leave,” he said curtly, his voice not quite yelling.

He’d opened his mouth to say more when you stumbled back in, a bright red dusting your cheeks as you avoided everyone’s gaze. A small sigh escape through his lips as he stepped back, waiting for you to come back to his side.

“We’ve only a little time left before class ends, so I’ll allow you to continue observing Dougal until then,” he commented a little tensely, turning and softly watching you.

You looked a little haggard and uncomfortable, an awkward air surrounding you. Your eyes lifted to his momentarily and he caught a hand along your jaw.

“Love, are you feeling alright?”

He analyzed your expression, smoothing a thumb along your chin as you smiled half heartedly.  

“‘Course.”

His eyebrows knitted and a frown coated his features.

“Love, go back to the hotel. I’ll meet you there when I’m finished with everything,” he replied after a beat, eyes still flickering around your face. You started to shake your hsad, pulling away a little.

“Take a nap and I’ll come back with food,” he asked you. “Please. I know you’re uncomfortable, so please. For me.”

You let out a heavy breath, eyes closing and lips parting.

“Alright,” You sighed.

You went to say Goodbye to Dougal when one of the students placed a hand on your arm, an insistent touch that you shied away from.

“Where you going, Mrs. Y/n?” He drawled in a slimy voice, eyes skimming over you.

You started to stammer for a reply when Newt’s cold voice cut you off.

“Please get your hands on my wife. I’ve already told you that your immature advances make her uncomfortable.  Especially coming from hormonal, adolescent boys.”

The kid retracted his hand and your head whipped up to Newt, surprised by his outburst. The boy meandered off, throwing you one last lingering look.

You looked to him gratefully, eyes shining with a lopsided smile creeping on.

“I love you,” you told him, the shy smile dancing on your lips.



“I love you, too.” He smiled shyly and ducked his head, glancing up at you.  

Another crooked grin was exchanged as you left the classroom, heading to the hotel room to relax.

You felt a quiet halcyon air surround you’d as you gotten back to the hotel, the room still except for the minute fluttering of the curtains.

You closed the door behind you, the soft sound breaking silence as you pulled off your shoes and padded to the bed. The familiar worn book laid on the nightstand, pages ruffling lightly from the gentle breeze streaming in from the open window.

A light sigh left your lips as you plopped onto the downy bed, the fluffy blankets surrounding you as you grabbed the soft and used paper cover book. You settled into the bed, beginning to lose yourself in the words as you became comfortable.

°•°•°•°

You startled a little when the door burst open, almost dropping the food you’d picked up earlier. Newt trudged in, his face stormy and drawn. You pulled the blankets away, jumping out on the nest like area.

“Love, what’s wrong?”

He put down his case started to pull off his coat angrily, tossing it onto the dresser.

“Those kids,” he grumbled, kicking off his shoes. “They kept saying things about you after you left. Apparently, it spread to the other classes how attractive you are and I kept getting many unnecessary comments and uncomfortable touches and look and Merlin! Some of them were so disrespectful.”

“Love, I’m so sorry,” you placed a soothing hand on his arm, pushing his hair away from his face. “Do you think some food will help?”

“No,” he muttered, looking increasingly frustrated and irritated. “It just infuriates me beyond comprehension. They wouldn’t have treated us like that if we were their professors. They couldn’t control their hormones for one day and— they were so disrespectful to you, Y/n. And I know it’s entirely absurd, but…”

You rubbed along his arm reassuringly, watching the conflicting and angry emotions battling on his face.

“I—uh—I was jealous,” he confessed, ducking his head and rubbing the back of his neck.

“I was jealous of all the attention they were giving you. You’re my wife and I know you’re not an object to be possessed, but I couldn’t help the possessiveness and you aren’t theirs to treat like that or talk to like that, especially not so disrespectfully and Merlin, I just—” He cut off his rushed and fervent speech with a firm shake of his head.

You were a little shocked at his jealousy and although you were surprised, you didn’t hesitate in bringing a hand to rest on his cheek.

“Love, love, love,” you started, brushing a soft kiss along his cheekbone before pulling away to look at him. “I am yours, I will always be yours. I am so sorry you had to deal with that, too. I didn’t realize that how they acted upset you. I know they were complete and utter idiots and I am sorry. I’m fine, Newt. Completely and entirely fine. I have you and that’s all that matters.”

He still had an intense expression, his lips drawn down into a frown.

“Besides, if you were a professor, you know people would always be calling you Professor Salamander and that’s an even bigger mouthful than Professor Scamander,” you teased, noting the small shudder than ran through him like the first time you’d called him that. You brushed a finger across his skin again before dropping your hand.

He closed his eyes, lips parting in a sigh and breathed out a ragged exhale.

“Say that again,” he asked, his voice husky and low when he opened his eyes, meeting yours with a small twinge of apprehension and hesitation.

Your eyebrows twitched up in surprise minutely as you ran the tip of your tongue along your lips, wetting them.

“Professor Scamander,” you whispered softly, eyes flickering around his face he held his with yours for a second before dropping them, his lips curling up into a teasing and suggestive smile.

He brought his eyes back to yours as you closed in, bringing your hands up to loosen his tie and unbutton his shirt.

“Let’s get you more comfortable. You’re so stressed and tense.” You ran your hands along the span of his shoulders, feeling the stiff and clenched muscles.

You freed his tie and unbuttoned his shirt further, revealing his collarbones and the firm area of his chest. Your hands slid under the now loose shirt, running along his shoulders to slip it off.

He leaned down, nose bumping with yours as he pressed a hard and sloppy kiss onto your lips, his fingers resting against your hip as he backed you up to the dresser.

He needed a release and you were more than willing to provide.

His kisses became more insistent as you continued taking off his shirt, slipping down your neck in rushed movements when you tossed his shirt to the ground. His hands went to your waist, lifting you on top of the wooden furniture and pressing your back against the wall.

Your legs parted with him between them, pulling your hips closer to him with hard and hungry fingers while he nipped and kissed harshly at your skin.

Ragged gasps escaped when he brought his lips back to yours, catching your bottom lip between his teeth at the same time that he ground his hardening cock against you.

“Oh, fuck.”

He yanked at the hem of your shirt, tugging it up and resuming kissing you.

“Newt,” you groaned as you pulled away.

“Professor,” he corrected hoarsely, unbuttoning his pants and yanking them off.

“Oh, fuck, Professor Scamander,” you replied breathlessly, your own hands going to pull down your pants. As soon as you shimmied out of them, he placed a finger on your clothed clit, massaging in rushed circles, fierce kisses peppering your throat and lips.

He pulled your underwear to the side, as he tossed off his own and placed the head at the entrance of your hot and dripping—

He cut off your train of thought by hooking an arm under your knee and pulling it up as he drove himself inside in one long and hard thrust.

“Fuck,” you moaned, your lips pressed against his shoulder as you clutched at his skin, nails scratching and pulling him closer. He didn’t pause, hurried thrusts jerking his body against yours. His teeth nipped greedily at your collarbone as you hooked your other leg around his waist.

He continued canting his hips against yours, almost growling quietly when you arched towards him, his fingers gripping onto you. His mouth attacked your throat in a frenzy of tongue and teeth, leaving a trail of purple marks to your collarbone.

Skin slick with sweat and sliding against yours, lips impassioned and craving the taste of you drove you half mad with pleasure.

“Oh, god. Oh, Merlin, Newt,” you whimpered, legs trembling and shaking around him as you started careening towards the edge of your climax.

“Pro—fess—or,” he grunted roughly, enunciating each syllable with a sharp jolt of his hips, sending a wave of ecstasy through you each time.

“Professor, professor, professor,” you moaned out, biting down onto his shoulder as he drove himself deep inside of you. Black spots clouded your vision as shook and shivered beneath him.

“Say it,” he almost begged. “Fuck—say it.”

“Oh, Prof—essor Scamander. Fuck, oh fu—ck, Professor Scamander,” you cried out, hands pulling him closer as you clenched and unclenched your muscles, barely able to think.

He shuddered beneath you as he thrusted once more, a long and drawn out groan pouring from his lips. His fingers dug into your thigh and hip almost painfully as hot cum spilled into you.

Warm and creamy cum mingled with your own, overflowing and dripping down your thigh.

He staggered out a breath into the crook of your neck as he slowly relaxed above you, the muscles in his back rolling and rippling under your hands.

He brought his lips to yours in a gentle kiss, pushing the hair away from your face and sighing against your mouth.

“Thank you,” he murmured quietly, skin shining with sweat. “I really needed this.”

“My pleasure, Professor Scamander,” you replied, still shaking from the unusual roughness of what just happened.

You felt the vibrations of his groan against your lips and felt him start to harden again.

“Say it again.”

“Professor Scamander,” you whispered teasingly, rolling your hips against his.