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fortune-maiden · 10 months ago
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Cat, please explain to me what you did in the bathroom that
- the water bowl is nearly empty
- your hind leg is soaked
- there is water on the side of the sink and on top of the toilet
- THERE IS WATER ON THE CEILING WHAT DID YOU DO???
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loversindevildom · 4 years ago
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hello! I'm not that anon but thank you for the other period-related hcs, if it's okay, may I ask for the brothers' reactions to an MC who doesn't have painful ones, but bleeds A Lot and is terrified of getting communal/the brothers' stuff dirty? people with monster uteruses unite
((Definitely!! Currently on my period while writing this and felt it-
((Also would you look at that, the me is posting again-
Masterlist
The boys x MC with heavy flow
Lucifer
It all began when one of your worst nightmares came true.
You woke up early in the morning having bled all over his sheets.
You were panicking. Badly.
Lucifer was still sound asleep on his side of the bed, having noticed nothing.
Without thinking, you immediately get out of bed and go fast towards the wardrobe to grab some sheets.
You had no idea how you were going to change them without waking Lucifer up but one step at a time.
But he was already awake as soon as he felt you get off the bed. "MC?" He mumbled your name quietly before opening his eyes.
You wished a hole could open underneath your feet and the earth would swallow you. You also happened to be wearing white pijamas and so the blood was obvious all over you.
Lucifer had just woken up and was not thinking straight so his first thought was that someone attacked you or that another demon attempted to eat you and immediately rushed to you and pulled you in his arms. "Who?"
"what?"
"Who hurt you?"
"no one... I'm so sorry!!" You cried in dispair and that's when Lucifer started understanding what was going on.
"It's your menstruation? I thought someone attacked you... It's alright. I'll go fill in the bath for you."
Thankfully you changed the sheets before he realized you got them dirty.
Or so you thought. In reality he had noticed but didn't want to embarass you.
Mammon
He knew you were on your period.
You had told him the moment it came.
But it didn't matter to him much. He didn't know many things about it, only that you're in pain.
"Hey, come on, sit with me." He patted the couch beside him in his room.
He knew you were hurting and he wanted to cuddle you and watch some movies with you and spoil you with chocolate he stole from Beel.
When you shook your head in return, his heart shattered. "I'm not really in that mood."
"B-But! It's your favourite!"
"I'll just go to sleep."
"We can sleep together here."
You sighed and he felt the world twist. You didn't want him anymore? That's it? It was over?
"What did I do?"
"nothing! I just don't want to get blood all over your couch!"
"Ohh..." He felt relieved. That was all. Truth be told, this couch was pretty expensive but you were worth ten times that couch...
"Don't you wear that pad thing you talked about?" After you nodded he added. "Then it's fine. Get your stupid pretty human ass here now. You don't wanna miss the beginning."
Leviathan
He wanted you two to cosplay today.
You had been planning to go to that convention for months.
The day had arrived and he had excitedly changed into his costume only for you to come out and say you're not going.
And he's ???? So confused ????
He thought you wanted this as much as he did.
Did you fake your interest?
"look, Levi, I'm sorry. I was really looking forward to the con but I got my period today."
Ohhhhhhh it was because of that thing. That was a relief.
"it's fine! The con is a week long, we'll go by the end of it. And we can wear the costumes inside and cuddle!"
The idea horrified you.
"NO!" The costumes were amazing and Levi had paid of them. You couldn't ruin it.
"why?" He was confused again.
"I'll get blood all over it. I always get things dirty. You should keep me away from your stuff." After all you knew how much he valued his merch.
Leviathan rolled his eyes and walked over to you. He grabbed your wrist and pulled you down with him. He wrapped a TSL blanket over you and proceeded to play games with you all night.
After all, you were more valuable than all these together.
Satan
You two had visited Devildom's public library to get a book he had ordered for you.
He had seen how fascinated you were as soon as you heard it came out and immediately ordered it for you.
You were looking around the shelves with him while the staff was going to bring you your book when you felt an intense pain on your lower parts.
Looking down you realized blood was leaking everywhere.
Panicking, not sure what to do you hid behind a bookshelf.
Satan panicked as soon as he realized you were gone.
What if another demon had fetched you and eaten you?
"MC?" He called out your name. Once, twice, thrice...
"Here..." You said in embarrassement. You had the idea of using a jacket to cover the mess in your pants. But you had accidentally grabbed his...
When he finds you he was relieved. "There you are, I was worried..." Then he scanned you. "My jacket looks good on you."
You weren't sure how to tell him, so you continued and went all the day back to the house of Lamentation when you immediately put it in the washing machine.
Of course, he had noticed. You had been dripping on the floor.
But being aware this was a normal thing, he decided not to embarass you and make a big deal out of it.
Asmodeus
You were screwed.
You were seriously screwed and not in the good way.
This had been a lesson to you to always keep in mind when your period was coming.
Because the one time you had forgotten, you had wore Asmo's clothes to sleep.
He told you you could use them whenever you wanted.
It made him very happy to see you wearing his clothes and it made you feel very comfortable so why not?
This was the reason not to.
Because waking up that morning, you had gotten blood all over his clothes.
"Shit."
Your exclaim and panic woke him up, but he was too focused on your face to notice the blood at first.
"What happened, my love? Are you okay?"
"I'm so sorry, Asmo!!"
It took him a few seconds but then he realized exactly what you were talking about. He took a deep breath. This was a disaster, but you didn't do it on purpose.
"It's fine. It's your time of the month? Come on we should get you changed. Wanna run a bath together? I can give you a massage too." He winked as he got up to get the water running. He prefered to focus on you than his ruined clothing.
And this, my friends, is called love.
Beelzebub
You were always careful when it was your time of the month not to get anything dirty. Always.
However, the unfortunate day had arrived.
You were in his bed, playing on your DDD while Beel was picking up some food from the kitchen.
And then it happened. The major pain. And you realized you had been bleeding all over his sheets. You should change them before Beel-
Speak of the devil....
Beel walked in happily and let the food down on the tray next to the bed. As he leaned down to put them there he noticed the blood and frowned.
You were scared you had disgusted him.
"are you hurting too badly? I'll bring you some medicine."
Cause he's that sweet.
Diavolo
Yes I will say this every single time I write about this one;
He's busy.
So even if you do get blood in his stuff you'll certainly have time to clean it.
However, fate isn't very nice...
When Diavolo is in his study, he likes to work with you sitting on his lap.
When you felt the sharp pain in your stomach you immediately jumped off his lap and fell on the floor.
"MC? What happened!? Are you okay?" He asked worrily.
You didn't answer him, instead you run towards the bathroom.
Yes, you didn't get anything on him but it was big a jumpscare itself.
Diavolo knocked on your door once. "Dear? What happened?"
"nothing! It's fine, my period just came!"
He was silent for a bit. You thought he left but as soon as you opened the door he was standing right there and he hugged you. "I see... Come on, let's go back. I promise we'll cuddle when Im done."
"I'll get blood all over you!" You argued back.
In response he picked you up and walked back to his chair where he made you sit on him again.
Simeon
Simeon is such a sweetheart.
He probably has already noted your circle on his calendar.
He remembers when it's that time of the month always.
Usually, so do you.
Usually.
You had miscalculated this time. You thought it was due for next week and so you had wore a nice white dress for your date with Simeon.
He wasn't sure what to say. He thought you looked gorgeous in that one but...
"Sweetheart, are you sure? I love the way the dress looks at you but I don't want you to feel bad if it gets dirty."
You were so confused. "What?"
"You said you avoid wearing white when it's that time of the month... Unless you're late? Oh my lord, are you late?" His eyes were shining and that's when you realized what he meant.
"shit! No I am not! Wait here!" You rushed back into your room to get changed and indeed found blood between your legs.
You couldn't find yourself feeling bad tho.
All you could thinking about was the way Simeon's eyes had shined at the thought of being a father.
Solomon
As a human like yourself, he treats it much more normal than the others do.
He doesn't treat you any different then really, unless you're in pain.
Then you're getting backrubs.
You were sitting on the couch with him and he was telling you a story about how he first formed a pact.
When he was finished you felt the need to go to the bathroom.
Then you noticed the red stain in your pants.
Shit that was a lot of blood. Had you gotten it on the chair too?
Thankfully, when you returned it was gone.
And thankfully, Solomon knew magic to clean it quicker.
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ricciardoe · 3 years ago
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Hey friend, I need you to please do a pin post with links to all the evidence that shows McLaren are not doing right by Daniel. My dad is saying that he is not a good driver anymore and that he messes up every race and it’s pissing me the fuck off so I need to shut him up with all the evidence. No hate on my dad tho, he just isn’t looking at the big picture, he just watches the races (which usually don’t show Danny very much or his radios) . Thanks 💖
disclaimer: long post and my personal opinions formed from what i’ve seen
wanna start by saying that i definitely do not think daniel is a faultless driver bc everyone can make mistakes but if he was given the right tools he’s going to do wonders i mean have we not seen this man’s career in red bull and how he helped renault develop their car (maybe people who didn’t follow him then won’t understand how great of a driver he is) anyway i’m only doing races this year bc too much war flashbacks if i count last years one
1. bahrain: unreliable car and didn’t suit the track - literally raced at the very back of the grid but persisted where he was able to overtake a few cars (incl. his teammate) hence ended up in p14
2. jeddah: dnf - daniel’s pace was great at this race but ofc his engine failed forcing him to retire in the middle of the track
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3. melbourne: best weekend so far. he had good pace and was trailing behind lando in which i found unfair where the team didn’t allow them to switch over to see daniel’s pace in clean air and if he can pass the mercs. it’s annoying to watch when lando is behind daniel they always ask them to swap to see lando’s pace (ie. imola and zanvoort where he didn’t catch the alpine 2021) i understand if daniel didn’t catch the mercs then they can swap back but they didn’t even let him try at all.
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4. imola: his engineer stuffing him up when he could’ve potentially improved his time: https://ef-1.tumblr.com/post/682252081211506688/daniel-is-the-only-driver-who-got-1-lap-and-still during qualifying. then water leak in fp2 so he didn’t get any track time at all but still managed to stick with his p6 during sprint.
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i understand that the race itself was partly his fault touching carlos but ofc a racing incident. daniel has always been one of the few drivers who barely causes crashes and admits his mistakes if so. this lead him to being at the back of the grid the entire race with a damaged diffuser where i found it stupid when the team still let him stay out. they wanted to collect data like wtf they’re not even thinking how fustrating it is being out there while your pace keep dropping
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5. miami: showed great pace but again had mechanical issues they found just before going out and had to use all energy and tyre life during q2 and didnt manage the right tyre temperature so couldn’t improve lap time
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then during the race daniel managed his medium tyres well and was at p8 then they pitted him just to be stuck in a drs train at p17
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his engineer is also very incompetent and doesn’t do his job properly. there’s been many times he’s put daniel in danger (just like in miami where he got reprimanded for impeding mick when he wasn’t told instructions esp the track is so tight he couldn’t see well in his mirrors) here’s a few more radios
https://iguessricciardo.tumblr.com/post/683532185264898048/endangering-your-own-driver-twice-in-one-session
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kthstrawberryshortcake · 4 years ago
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BTS Reactions: Their S/O is Inexperienced Yet in Their Mid 20s
A/N: Here it is, my first post after my long-ass hiatus :) I hope you guys enjoy it! Requests are OPEN, please send some over! <3
PREMISE: OT7 reacting to finding out that their s/o is physically inexperienced relationship-wise / that this is their s/o’s first relationship despite them being in their mid 20s
A/N: I think a lot of people won't understand why this is a reaction in the first place (lol) but it can be super uncomfortable / awkward to have not dated / had any experience at that age, and a lot of people react badly to finding that out about someone. It's definitely an insecurity for a lot of people (myself included).
warning: mostly unedited due to my status as a trash gremlin
Jin:
Jin was completely shocked when he found out that you had never dated before him. Without thinking, he let this incredulity show on his face, total surprise evident and eyebrows raised. He was briefly silent in disbelief. You took that to mean that he thought you were weird now. You certainly felt that way.
Involuntarily, tears welled up in your eyes and Jin finally registered your distress. “What’s wrong?” he asked in concern, gently brushing away a stray tear from your cheek. You stared down at your feet, murmuring “You probably think I’m super strange now.” in explanation. Jin shook his head insistently, imploring that he didn’t find it weird at all.
“Honestly I was just shocked because I don’t know how you didn’t have people practically lining down the block to date you.” He explained, bringing a small smile back to your face. He pulled you into a hug, assuring you that he was in no hurry as long as he got to spend time with you.
Yoongi:
You and Yoongi were having a cozy night in and catching up on dramas. In the show you were presently watching, there was a character who was in her mid 20s that had never dated or even kissed anyone. Yoongi scoffed, rolling his eyes at this. “This is so unrealistic. Like come on, seriously? How do you get to be that age having never dated, having never even kissed somebody? It’s a completely absurd concept.”
You started to curl in on yourself, looking down with a tortured expression on your face. You were scared to explain the truth, fearful that if he knew he wouldn’t want you anymore. After a few minutes like that, Yoongi finally noticed your body language. “Are you okay? What’s wrong?” He inquired gently. How were you going to explain this to him?
“I, um… I guess I kind of freaked out when you were talking about the plot being unrealistic… You were so sure it couldn’t happen that you were annoyed by it. And then I really didn’t know how to tell you that the plot line we were discussing is literally the same as me. I’ve never dated before, you’re the first… And when you kissed me for the first time, that was my first kiss.” You took a deep breath, having exerted a lot of energy to force out your words.
Yoongi’s eyes lit up in recognition, then guilt crept onto his features. “Baby no, I’m so sorry, I completely overreacted about the show. I shouldn’t have said all that. I never wanted to hurt your feelings.” Yoongi admitted sincerely. He could tell that you felt a little bit better after that reassurance.
"It’s not a bad thing to do things on a different timeline. Plus, I got the honor of being your first boyfriend because of it. Maybe I’ll be your last.” He said the last part quietly, smirking softly before pressing a kiss to your forehead.
Hoseok:
One of your favorite things about Hobi was his open and energetic attitude. He was truly one of the friendliest people you’d ever met, and it had felt easy to become close with him. You hadn’t been dating long at all, but the ease of conversation made it feel like you’d known each other for years.
On one particular day, the two of you were chatting over a dinner of your favorite delivery food. Hoseok was in the middle of a funny story about one of his exes, never one for unnecessary social boundaries or conventions, which was fine because you were laughing like crazy at the ridiculous tale he told. Then he continued, though, to tell (admittedly hilarious and absurd) stories about some of his other exes. You were entertained, certainly, though the number of people he seemed to have dated was a bit intimidating to you.
When he finally finished, he asked about *your* exes, and that was where the issue really started. You deflected, not wanting to directly bring attention to the fact that you had never dated before him. He became oddly persistent, seeming frustrated that you didn’t want to share. Not wanting him to misunderstand why you weren’t telling him what he wanted to know, you sucked it up and told him that he was your first boyfriend.
He was extremely surprised, but seemed to understand now why you had been reluctant to answer his questioning. He apologized for going on about exes for so long, and for inadvertently making you nervous. You assured him that it wasn’t a big deal, especially since the only important thing was your relationship moving forward, not either of your pasts.
Namjoon:
When you and Namjoon had only been together a few weeks (after a much longer friendship prior to your romantic relationship beginning), you were spending a nice chill evening at home, eating takeout and chatting. The two of you seemingly never ran out of things to talk about, one of the things you loved about being with him.
You don’t even remember what had led to it, but partway through the evening, he made some dumb joke about virgins and you visibly froze. You had yet to tell him about your lack of experience, and now you were terrified to. Was that really something he’d be bothered by? You hadn’t thought so, but his joking around about it made you doubt that. You did your best not to show your panic, paying unusually close attention to the glass of water you were drinking.
Unfortunately for you, your discomfort was completely apparent, and Namjoon asked you if you were okay. You nodded with a forced smile, making him frown, easily able to tell that you weren’t. You were afraid to tell him now because if it really bothered him that much, maybe it would disappoint him. Maybe it’d be a dealbreaker and he would lose interest in you. Unsure what to do, you stared at your hands, tense and worried. Namjoon lightly rested his hand on your shoulder, staring at you in concern. “Please tell me what’s wrong.” He implored gently.
At that moment you could no longer hold in your emotion, your fear, and tears began to leak from your eyes as you sniffled, starting to shake a bit as you cried. You let him pull you into his arms, holding you close as you tried to stop crying. After a few minutes of you trying to calm down, aided by Joon’s sweet behavior,  he asked again what was wrong, insisting that you could tell him anything. Your chest felt tight, but you didn’t see a way out of sharing what had upset you.
When you explained what had happened, Namjoon felt horrible, cursing himself for having said something so dumb. He told you that it was just a stupid joke, not something he actually cared about, apologizing for upsetting you with his thoughtlessness. He made sure to assure you that it wasn’t a problem for him in the least, and that he was in no rush. Afterwards the whole situation seemed a little silly, though you remembered how genuinely panicked you had been only minutes before and shuddered. But things were immediately made better, the two of you snuggling up on the couch to watch a movie.
Jimin:
Your blossoming relationship with Jimin made you feel like you were walking on a cloud. He was incredibly sweet and so much fun to spend time with, you felt very lucky to be dating him now. Just to be sweet, you had picked up food from his favorite lunch place and were bringing it to him at the BigHit building, where he was currently busy at work in a practice room.
When you arrived, the door to the room was open, but you heard voices coming from inside. You only paused when you heard Jimin say your name. You didn’t mean to eavesdrop, and you were about to announce your presence until you realized what he was saying. “You know I really like her, man, I just feel so unsure right now. There has been like, zero physical affection up to this point, nothing beyond hugs and holding hands.” Jimin grumbled, sounding irritated.
Tae hummed in acknowledgement, pausing before inquiring “So obviously you’re frustrated, but what are you thinking about it?” Jimin sighed. “Maybe she just doesn’t like me as much as I like her. I don’t want to think anything bad about her, but what if she’s playing me? Like, she doesn’t have actual feelings for me.” He sounded very down, clearly hurt by the mere possibility. At that moment you were so shocked by what you were hearing, you accidentally dropped the bag of takeout, hurrying to pick it up, but you’d already drawn attention to yourself.
Jimin and Taehyung looked beyond shocked to see you, and you realized you were crying. Taehyung excused himself to let the two of you talk. You walked farther into the room, approaching the boys. “I thought we could have lunch… I know you don’t take enough breaks, and I really wanted to see you…” You admitted quietly, unable to actually make eye contact.
“I just feel so horrible, it’s all my fault that you don’t even know how crazy I am about you. I can’t believe…. I let you be unsure of how much I care about you. It’s my fault, I’m so sorry Jimin.” By the end of what you were saying, you were holding back full sobs. Seeing how distressed you were, Jimin wasted no time in rushing to you and pulling you into his arms, hugging you close.
When you’d finally calmed down and stopped crying, you thought you owed him an explanation. “The lack of physical affection isn’t because I don’t like you. I like you more than I’ve ever liked anybody. I’ve just… never done anything. I haven’t even been in a relationship before now, it’s all new to me.” You admitted, feeling Jimin stiffen in your hug.
When you pulled back to look at him, tears were welling up in his eyes. “Oh, I’m the worst…” He muttered, feeling so guilty. “I was just frustrated, I was feeling insecure. Now that I know, I don’t mind one bit waiting for anything until you’re ready.” He assured you, planting a quick kiss on your forehead as you nodded understanding.
Tae:
It had only been a few weeks since Tae had confessed his feelings to you and the pair of you had started dating. Long before that, you’d been close friends, so you had spent a lot of time together over time. During one of your first few movie nights as a couple, things slowly began to escalate between you. You were sitting close together, seemingly focused on the film, when Tae moved to put an arm around you, pulling you closer so you were snuggled up beside him.
His eyes never left the screen, but there was a telltale little smirk on his face. You rolled your eyes a little, but you certainly didn’t mind. Despite it being such a small thing, at this stage in your relationship, this was a little bit thrilling. Soon you could feel him staring at you, and you turned your head to look back at him. His face had gotten much closer to yours than you’d expected. “…Tae?” you whispered, seeing both affection and mischief in his eyes. “Yes love?” He replied quietly in his gorgeous low voice, making you shiver just slightly.
You shook your head almost imperceptibly, and before you knew it his lips were on yours. You froze, all of this being completely new and foreign for you. Feeling you stiffen and fail to reciprocate the kiss, Tae pulled back to look at your face, wearing an expression of concern. “Um, I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have just… assumed you felt the same way…” He muttered nervously, not making eye contact. “No!” You exclaimed a little louder than you meant to, quieting your voice to a near-whisper before speaking again.
“No, Tae, I do feel the same way! I really, really do. I love you. I have since we were just friends. I… I want you too. Just, um, I don’t know what to do…. That was my first kiss just now and I kind of just panicked and froze.” You confessed, watching the surprise and then recognition cover his face. That was all it took to take his unsure expression back to a smug smirk. Knowing the power his voice held over you, he leaned in close to you to speak in your ear when he said “in that case, I think we need some practice, don’t you?” Oh boy.
Jungkook:
You had been seeing Jungkook for a couple of months now and it was more than apparent that he was smitten with you (and vice versa). He complimented you frequently, his heart eyes for you always clearly on display. The only problem was the way you practically jumped away from him any time he got close to you. He had definitely noticed your weird behavior, and though you didn’t know what to do about it, you knew it was only a matter of time until he brought it up in conversation.
When that moment came, you had just clammed up and pulled back from him when he tried to put his arm around you while watching a movie. When you saw his expression in reaction, you felt immensely guilty, seeing the hurt on his face. After a moment it shifted to extreme irritation, him clenching his jaw in annoyance. “What’s your problem? I can’t get anywhere near you without you freaking out and moving away in a hurry.” You couldn’t make eye contact anymore at that point, feeling the tears well up in your eyes as you were filled with the fear that you had ruined things with him.
“I… I don’t really know why I keep doing that, it’s just all new to me. I’ve never dated anyone before you so I kind of don’t know what to do with myself most of the time.” You confessed, trying to mask the sniffle that you gave as the first tear rolled down your cheek. Now it was Jungkook’s turn to feel guilty. He approached you slowly, asking you to look at him in a gentle voice. When you did, you saw that the irritation was completely gone, replaced with remorse and fondness. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that, I could have just asked like an actual adult rather than how I behaved. I guess I was just insecure, afraid that you don’t like me in the same way I like you.” He explained, and you nodded slightly in understanding.
“That’s not it at all! I really *really* like you. A relationship is just totally uncharted territory for me and I handled it wrong. I should’ve just told you.” You sighed, the heaviness leaving your heart as an adorable bunny smile grew on his face. “Uncharted territory, huh? Well let me be your travel guide. We can be explorers together.” You rolled your eyes at his dumb joke, but smiled in spite of how silly his words were. You felt like now, with it all out in the open, things could be good with the two of you.
a/n: Feedback please! <3 I love to hear from y'all!
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itsme-autumn · 5 years ago
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Quite the Welcome
Author: @itsme-autumn​ Pairing: Jax Teller x Reader Warnings: smut to the max, degradation, humiliation, cum play, anal plug, anal sex, dirty talk, rough sex, Dom/sub(ish?), praise kink
A/N: Okay, guys. It’s been a whileeeee. I’ve been too busy reading fics to write my own. 😂 This is by far the dirtiest thing I’ve ever written and it’s all @hotdamnhunnam​ ‘s fault. This is straight up porn. You’ve been warned. Mistakes are bound in be in here because I only read through it once. Hope you all enjoy!
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Shifting back and forth on your feet, you pull out your phone again to check the time. You had been counting down the days and could barely sleep last night you were so excited, but now you were nervous. 
Jax had been inside for 6 months and it was the longest 6 months of your fucking life. Literally. You missed him in every way possible, but the throbbing between your legs indicated that someone had missed him even more. 
Like the universe was reading your mind–or more accurately, your pussy–you heard the familiar roar of motorcycles coming down the street. They pulled in the clubhouse lot with Jax in front and you almost melted into a puddle on the pavement at the sight of him. Free, riding his bike, and with his kutte replacing his orange uniform, you’d never seen him look so happy.
That was, until he saw you. He pulled off his helmet, throwing it carelessly and you launched yourself at him. Squeezing him so hard he actually lost his breath for a few seconds. His arms engulfed you and even though you were allowed to hug during visitation it still felt like you hadn’t really held him since he’d gone inside.
“Jesus, you have no idea how good it is to have you my arms babe.” Jax’s hot breath was heavy in the crook of your neck and you let out a deep sigh of contentment. You would purr if you could. 
“Welcome home, Jackson.” You pulled back and looked into his eyes, you could barely see them he was smiling so big. He reached up to the back of your neck and grabbed a fistful of your hair, pulling you in for a kiss you’d normally be self-conscious about, but right now you didn’t give a shit.
The kiss quickly turned heated, almost inappropriate giving the setting when his hand found your ass. 
Oh, who were you kidding, there is almost no such thing as inappropriate with these guys. You could hear the wolf-whistling from different patches around you but you couldn’t bring yourself to stop or even care that you had an audience. Your man was home, dammit.  
After some time spent at the clubhouse, the guys were rounded up for church. You figured that would give you enough time to go home and get ready for him before he arrived. You were already planning what lingerie set to change into when he took your hand and lead you outside towards your car.
As you leaned in to kiss him goodbye, he grabbed the hair at the back of your neck and pulled your head back to look up at him. The move surprised you and your eyebrows rose in question.
The look he’s giving you is borderline evil with that shit eating grin you missed so much.
“As soon as you get home, I want you naked and on all fours with your ass in the air on our bed. You will wait for me like that, is that clear?”
His voice comes out deep and rough and your panties are officially ruined. 
It takes a couple seconds for your brain to start functioning again, but you manage to nod your head a little with his grasp still firm on your neck.
“Good. Because as much as I’ve missed you,” he pulls you in close and whispers in your ear, “I’ve missed this mouth, this pussy, and this ass even more.”
You might just cum here and now from his words alone. 
“By tonight, all three of your holes will be filled with my cum.”
You got home in record time. Your hands were shaking so bad it took you three tries to get your key in your front door. 
Making a beeline for your bedroom, you discard your clothes haphazardly, leaving a trail for Jax to follow when he arrives. You get on the bed and push your ass out facing the door and try to relax. You can already feel how wet you are, you wouldn’t be surprised if he’ll be able to smell you soon as he walks in the house. The humiliation sends goosebumps all over your skin. Jesus, you missed this.
Determined to not check the clock, time lost all relevance. You’d probably fall asleep if you weren’t so worked up. How long has it been? An hour? 15 minutes? You wanted to get up and peek out the window for him, but Jax told you wait like this and you didn’t want to disappoint him or risk being punished already. That would put a damper on his welcome home and you weren’t gonna let that happen.
So you waited.
After what felt like an eternity, you finally heard his bike pulling in your driveway. Your heart rate started to pick up and you closed your eyes in anticipation. Your pussy was practically leaking down your legs.
You strained your ears to hear every movement he made once he was in the house. You heard him shrug out of his kutte and hoodie and you thought you heard the fridge door open. The bastard.
You almost yelled out to him but you willed yourself to be patient. So focused on not speaking or moving from your designated spot, you didn’t even hear him walk down the hall.
“Well isn’t that a pretty sight.”
Your eyes spring open and you turn your neck a bit to see him leaning on the door frame, hands in his pockets. 
“Quite the welcome home, sweetheart. I could stare at that dripping wet pussy all day. In fact...”
He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone, before you can turn your face away, he snaps a few photos while stepping closer to the bed. Your face is heating up but you don’t dare move.
Right when you think he’s going to finally fucking touch you, he bends down that box under your bed. Oh god, yes. Love that box. He finds what he’s looking for and returns it to it’s spot. You hear an object land on the bed next to you but it’s just out of your line of sight. He did that on purpose. How in the hell is he this patient?? Six months, Teller. Six. Fucking. Months. 
Or six non-fucking months to be more accurate. You chuckle in your head at your own wit.
Then you feel his breath on your pussy and you can’t help but clench a little bit. He must notice because he chuckles a bit.
“Did this pussy miss me, too? I think it did. It’s soaking wet.” You feel his fingers spread your pussy wide for him to look at. “Too bad it’ll have to wait it’s turn.”
You whine a little before you can help it and he sends a quick but brutal smack to your right ass cheek. “None of that. You will take what I give you, got it?”
You breathe out a quick “I know, I’m sorry. I just missed you so much babe. Please use me. Jesus, I need it.”
“I know you do. I want to work on this ass a bit first though. Were you a good girl for me?”
“Yes, Jax. I haven’t used anything in my ass. Just for you.” Good lord you sound so....so...well, horny. You’re super fucking horny and you need Jax to do something. Now.
“Good girl.” He sinks one finger in your pussy but quickly pulls it out and starts to rub circle around your other entrance and then slowly pushes it in. He works it in and out before adding a second finger. You’re panting and devoting all of your energy into not pushing back even you want to so badly.
“I’m gonna plug your ass for now, make sure it’s ready for me.” Something cold and hard touches your pussy. Once he’s got the plug coated in your wetness he slowly works it into your ass, twisting and pulling, then pushes the whole thing inside of you. You gasp at the sensation. You’re not sure what one he used but he definitely didn’t use your smaller ones.
“How’s that feel?”
“So good. Fuck, I want you, Jax. Please.” You’re not above begging at this point. This is not how you thought his homecoming would go. You thought he would throw you over his shoulder and at least the first round would be quick and dirty.
Maybe he would have done that a few years ago, but the club has brought out a darkness in Jax. While you both still have plenty of soft, fluffy moments, this is something you know he needs. He needs the control, the release. And you are more than happy to be of service to him. 
“I love when you beg for me, darlin’. Do you remember what I said before you left today?” His fingers are just skimming over your skin, up your thighs and over your ass.
“Mhmm....” You are reaching your breaking point here and he knows it.
“Say it.” His voice leaves no room for argument and you clench again, feeling the plug shift a little.
“That you were going to fill all of my holes with your cum.” Your face heats again.
“Mmmm.” Expecting more teasing, you let out a cry when he pulls you off the bed by your hair and manhandles you so you’re on your knees before him. His pants are already undone (when did that happen?) and with one hand still in your hair, he reaches into his boxers and pulls out his rock hard cock so it’s right in front of your face. 
“Better get started then.”
You don’t have time to say anything because as soon as you open your mouth, Jax takes the opportunity to shove his entire length into your mouth. 
“That’s it, let me show you what your mouth is for you pathetic fucktoy. That’s my good girl.”
He’s relentless and you’re doing your best to keep up while getting the occasional breath through your nose. Gagging and choking on his thick-as-fuck cock, you have spit and precum dripping down your chin onto your chest and you eyes start to water. Looking down at you, you see the combination of lust and dominance on his face.
“You look so good like this, I love how desperate you are for my cock. You want my spit, too?” He doesn’t wait for an answer–like you could voice one anyway–and spits on your face, then smearing it around with his thumb. 
“Now I’m going to cum in that cock hungry mouth of yours and you’re not going to swallow until I tell you, understand?” You nod slightly, which is an impressive feat with his cock in the back of your throat.
He cums in your mouth and you get nervous about holding it all in. You know it’s been awhile but damn. You manage to keep it all inside when his softening cock slips out of your mouth. 
“Open.”
You open your mouth wide for him.
“Good girl. Close and don’t lose a drop or you’ll be having cum instead of creamer in your morning coffee.”
The whore in you isn’t as disgusted as she should be, which brings around a whole new cycle of shame and arousal. God you are totally fucked for Jax Teller.
He notices your lack of objection and smiles a bit. “You like that idea, whore? Like my cum that much? And my spit? Maybe I’ll piss in your mouth next, see how good you take it.”
Yes. Yes please. You squirm on the floor, your arousal almost painful at this point.
“Bed. On your back. Legs apart. Knees up.”
You quickly do as you’re told and Jax leers over you. He reaches out and swipes one finger up your slit. 
“Jesus, you're soaked. Do you want to cum, baby?” His mouth pulls up in that cocky smirk of his. You nod your head immediately and he chuckles. “Yeah, I can see that.” He pushes two fingers into you and you can’t help but buck your hips because it feels so. damn. good. 
He pumps his fingers steadily faster and faster, hitting that spot inside you perfectly. Grabbing the sheets, you whimper, careful not to swallow his cum in your mouth. 
“You’re going to cum for me. Now.” His adds a third finger and brushes over your clit with his thumb and you almost shoot off the bed your orgasm is so strong. How you manage not to swallow is beyond you but before you can think about it too long, Jax is shedding the rest of his clothes and his cock is at your entrance. 
“This tight little pussy belongs to me, you understand?” He pushes inside of you in one thrust. 
“Mmmm-mmm!” You cry out as much as you can, the stretch of his cock is intoxicating–borderline too much–which is exactly what he wants. He owns your pussy. Hell, he owns all of you. 
“My dirty little slut, taking my cock so well, aren’t you?”
God, his dick is magical. How did you survive without it? You don’t think you’ve ever felt so full, the plug making your pussy feel even tighter. He starts pounding into you and you feel yourself getting close to cumming again.
“Your cunt is squeezing my cock so hard, sweetheart. You wanna cum again?”
You nod and squeal, hoping he’ll let you reach your peak again.
He smiles wickedly. “Beg for it.”
Whimpering is all you can do at this point but you try anyways to make a please-sounding noise through your closed, cum-filled mouth. “M-mmm”
“Hmm.” He pauses to act like he’s considering your plea. “Not good enough. Guess you’ll have to hold it.” Decision made, he continues to ruthlessly fuck your pussy.
Not sure if you can hold it anymore, your body starts to shake as you try desperately to keep from cumming. Tears start falling down the side of your face.
His thrusts start to become more erratic but even more brutal as he nears his end. Right as he’s about to cum, he lifts your knees flat against your chest, folding you in half. 
“Cum.” His gravelly voice growls out.
You don’t need to hear it twice, you both cum hard and your pussy clenches are his dick so hard he winces. He stays inside you for a minute while he catches his breath and presses his forehead against yours, kissing your nose lightly. He always sneaks in these little moments of affection and you bask in them and drink them up like water on a hot day. He pulls out slowly, and already you miss the fullness. He keeps his hands under your knees, and spreads them wide.
“Such a pretty pussy when it’s all filled up. Don’t let any of it spill out.” 
You hear his words but are still blissed out and coming down from your insane orgasm that he just gave you. “Mmmm....”
That wolfish grin returns to his goddamn gorgeous goddamn face and you know he’s up to something. He leans down and sucks hard on your clit with no warning. You squeal and squirm, wanting desperately to get away from the overstimulation but not able to without his cum spilling out of you.
He takes a short break and looks at you. “Think you can cum again, babe?”
“Nnnnnn...n-nnn...” You shake your head no. It’s too much. You can’t take it.
“I think you can. Hold still.” He presses you down into the mattress to help and goes back to sucking your clit like a fucking hoover. 
You close your eyes and try to relax your senses and let go. Within a few seconds you’re cumming so hard you almost black out. You wish you could take a deep breath through your mouth but you’re proud that you haven’t swallowed at all yet.
“That’s my good girl.” Jax pats your sensitive pussy a couple of times before turning his attention to the plug you still have inside you. He pushes the plug and you whine as it shifts a little. “You ready for me here? You want my cum in your ass, filing you up?” 
You don’t know why he keeps asking you questions when number one, he already knows the answers, and two, your mouth is a little busy at the moment. 
Jax pulls out the plug and pushes it back in. Out and in a couple more times before he finally throws it on the bed and reaches for the lube in the nightstand drawer that you always keep there. After rubbing some on his cock, he scoops up the extra with two fingers and pushes them into your ass to prep there as well. 
Jax Teller is one considerate sadist, you think.
He presses into your ass and even with the prep you can’t say it doesn’t hurt. You welcome it though. It hurts because Jax is here. In your house. Inside of you. You’ll take any pain or pleasure he wants to give you.
“Fuck, your little ass is tight. Such a good little cock taking slut for me. You like my cock in your ass? Yeah I know you do, my dirty little cockwhore loves it up the ass. I’m gonna cum in here, too. Then you’ll be nice and filled up with my cum. All your holes are mine, you hear that? This is all you’re good for, being a good little cumslut for me.”
His words make your eyes roll to the back of your head. You were never letting this man go. He pushes in faster and you know he’s gotta be close. 
“You still have my cum in your mouth? Open wide for me, baby.” You open your mouth, displaying his cum still inside. “Such a good girl for me, bet you’d like to swallow now, hmm?” You nod. “Mmm. But you’re not going to. No I think I like you being kept quiet with my cum. Close.” You close your mouth and brace yourself as he pounds into at an impossible pace.
When he comes he almost growls at his release. After holding his position a few seconds, he reaches across the bed and grabs the plug. He pulls out and quickly pushes the plug back in place. You whine at the intrusion, expecting a break.
He get’s up off the bed and says nothing before walking to the bathroom to clean up. You know better not to move until he tells you to, though. You reach up and grab behind your knees to keep them supported in this position. 
He leisurely makes his way back into the bedroom, he’s put on his grey sweat pants too. Goddamn those sweatpants.
“Look at you. All fucked out and filled up, beautiful. My own personal cumdump. I’m gonna go get a beer and something to eat. Don’t move until I get you. Oh, and don’t lose any of my cum.” With that he turns around and heads down the hall. He yells behind him “Love you babe, good to be home.” You snort a little and lay your head back.
Left alone, spread and exposed, every hole filled with Jax Teller’s cum.
Welcome Home, Jackson.
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obeiii-mee · 5 years ago
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How will the bros react to MC self-doubting themselves? Like saying bad things about them or can't be serious someone give them compliment.
Supportive demon bois coming right up! Sorry I took so long to write this anon! Thank you so much for the ask! (Also, thank you all for the love on my previous posts!)
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The Brothers with an MC who self doubts themselves:
Lucifer:
-As the embodiment of pride itself, Lucifer has an overwhelming amount of confidence, almost all the damn time
-So, he was flabbergasted to learn that you weren’t the same
-He always insisted that you aren’t anything but perfect, yet you always seemed to brush the compliments off with a shrug and an awkward smile
-Well, shit, we can’t have that
-Lucifer just got 10x more serious about the matter
-He pulls a really stupid concerned face whenever you insult yourself and he looks more and more like a 48 year old man/dad each time it happens
-He, as of late, increased the number of pet names he has for you and the amount of compliments he gives you each day
-He refuses to let you talk badly about yourself anywhere, at any point in time and encourages every little step you take towards bettering yourself like crazy
- Lucifer wants to prove to you that you are an absolute ray of sunshine and he will go to any lengths to do just that (do not ask)
-He’s even more affectionate than usual which confuses just about everyone in the House of Lamentation, yourself included
-His brothers are feeling a disturbance in the force and they don’t know how to feel about it
-You are possibly the best thing that’s happened to him since he fell as angel and Lucifer is ready to do whatever he can to help you realise that
Mammon:
-“You’re an idiot!”
-“*Sigh*, I know.”
-“Wha-Wait! Y-you can’t say thAT!”
-The Great Mammon is seriously worried about his human
-Being the dense motherfucker he is (i still love him tho) it took him weeks to realise you’re not all that confident in yourself
-At some point in your relationship, he jokingly called you annoying and you just went “Yeah I’ve been told. Sorry.”
-His jaw literally dropped and he almost cried
-He would have choked if he was drinking something
-Tsundere Mammon has gone bye bye and here comes the cuddling teddy bear that is your boyfriend
-He also doesn’t have as much self love for himself as he sometimes pretends to have so he’s kinda in the same boat
-Which means your boat is leaking and you’re perfectly fine with it while he’s panicking and trying to throw water overboard with his hands
-His brothers call him an idiot a lot but he’s a very sociable guy with people skills that he uses all the time in order to coax you out of your self pitiying shell
-Will whine every time you call yourself ‘useless’ or disagree with his compliments because what the hell, you’re literally the most gorgeous being ever let me love youuuu
-When it comes to you and your happiness, he ain’t fucking around. He will snarl at anyone that even looks at you in the wrong way
-Did that to Lucifer once, guess a what happened
-You’ve definitely helped him come to terms with the fact that he is loveable and not a good for nothing scum
-So now it’s your turn!
-Let him kiss your insecurities away please
-Your presence makes him feel wanted so he wants the same for you!
Levi:
-Well then
-It takes two to tango ya know?
-He is the KING of self loathing and no confidence whatsoever in anything he does so every time you put yourself down, he counters it with a self deprecating insult as well
-“I suck.”
-“Nah, you’re pretty awesome normie. I’m the shut in, disgusting otaku who can barely set foot outside his bedroom without having an anxiety attack.”
-It’s like you’re trying to outdo the other on who is worse
-Truth is, he really admires you, especially knowing you chose to date him; an anime nerd with no social life and no communication skills whatsoever
-It hurts a bit, every time he builds up the courage to actually compliment you and you not taking it seriously
-That’s because he recognises that he’s the same and just as harsh on himself as you are
-Levi knows self hatred is something that takes time to demolish
-But you are his Henry after all (also his partner but whatevs)
-He’s not gonna leave you hanging when you need him the most
-He also gradually stops calling you a normie as your relationship progresses, though it still slips through every now and again
-Basically, the first time he realised that you think negatively of yourself, his immediate reaction was: Haha lmao relatable
-But now, every time it happens, he gets all serious
-Puts his controller down and everything, it’s like witnessing a very rare phenomenon and it’s creepy as shit
-He’s also made an effort to be more physically affection though he is kinda shy about it because damn it he just wants to hug you every time you speak badly of yourself
-Probably writes a list at some point stating all the reasons why you are better than him and Ruri chan combined, it’s rlly sweet
Satan:
-He’s a bit curious as to where that mentality has come from
-What triggered you to be so self doubtful?
-He’s basically your psychotherapist and asks you a lot of questions trying to find different causes and solutions for your issues
-Honestly, he puts so much effort into trying to understand, reading books about it from the human realm and whatever he can find in order to help you
-He scrunches up his nose every time you call yourself an idiot or anything of the sort
-Satan knows that insisting you’re wonderful won’t exactly help you overcome this problem of yours
-But that doesn’t stop him from doing it
-It’s not like you can ignore his comments because he will keep complimenting you until you accept them
-He also repeats a lot of pick up lines but that’s just part of being his partner
-What do you mean you’re worthless?!! He would literally give away all of his books and his hatred for Lucifer in exchange for your well being!
-Satan is possibly the smartest out of all of his brothers, so he uses a tactical approach on this one
-Direct affectionate gestures don’t work on you so he’s gonna be more subtle
-Would slightly hint that you are amazing every time you do something for him, like fetching him a book or something
-“Ah thank you. I don’t know what I would do without you love.”
-He’s a lot smoother than he gives himself credit for
-He just appreciates your existence and that there’s someone out there that he doesn’t need to be act hostile or fake toward
-Satan is ready to sit down and listen to you talk about your insecurities for hours on end
-You would quietly say something bad about yourself and he would run through the House of Lamentation before bursting into the room you are in, shouting ‘No! That’s wrong!’ (going Danganronpa on your asses)
-“Welp, I fucked up again. I can’t do anything right.”
-And then, in the distance you hear boss music starting
Asmo:
-*Shocked Gasp*
-How could you say such things about yourself???? Is that even leGAl?
-Of course, the literally prince of Lust, with all of his narcissism, has never experienced things like ‘self doubt’ of ‘bad self esteem’
-Pfft, the fuck is that?
-He only uses the most positive of words when he describes himself
-So obviously he almost falls off the bed when he hears you insulting yourself for the first time
-But ya know, that would leave bruises on his beautiful skin
-“Oh darling, you’re not annoying or a moron! You’re not anything like Mammon!”
-That was a below belt fatal hit, press f in the chat for the second eldest
-At some point, he just genuinely believes you’ve been spending too much time with Levi and that his negativity started rubbing off on you
-But then you tell him you’ve always been like this and he almost has a crisIS
-He’s like ‘Haha, no, we’re going to get a spa day out tomorrow and a few shopping sprees so I can prove to you that you are magnificent in every way imaginable.’
-Asmo loves pampering you in general but on the days he sees you feeling extra sorry for yourself, he goes above and beyond
-Gets very hurt when you brush off his compliments because he just wants you to accept the fact that you’re beautiful
-He’s like a supportive mom lmao, whenever you’re feeling self doubtful, he goes “You’re doing great sweetie, keep it up I’m really proud of you.”
-It’s up to you to decide whether that helps or not
-He’s such a sweetheart in reality, it’s hard to remember that he’s supposed to be horny all the time
-Well he is but that’s not the point, you’re way more important
-Asmo is so much fun to write cuz I can make him so dramatic it’s hilarious
Beel:
-Oh no :(
-He gets very sad everytime you self deprecate yourself
-You can’t do it with him in the room because he’s going to start crying and give you this kicked puppy stare, it will break your heart
-Beel kinda comes over and goes “If I give you some of my food will you please stop saying bad things about yourself? Because it’s not true.”
-Well you can’t say no to that face
-He feels like it’s his fault you’re this self doubtful even though you’ve tried to explain to him you’ve always been like this
-He goes crying to his twin half the time because he doesn’t know what to do
-“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to drop it! Fucking hell, I’m such a fucking klutz.”
-“Sniffle no you’re not.”
-He’s like, giving you large portions of his food now
-Because food makes him happy so he wants you to be happy too
-🙂
-His brothers go in shock every time because the only other person Beel has ever shared his food with before was Belphie
-Physical affection goes through the roof with this guy
-Bone crushing hugs btw
-Your self worth is so immeasurable with him, you can’t even measure it
-W h o a
-I’m being serious, don’t talk badly about yourself in front of him unless you want to be hugged into next week
-You are a literal angel in his eyes, of course he thinks highly of you
-He’s just hoping his presence isn’t making your self esteem worse, that’s the thing that keeps him up at night
-Idk why but he does think that he is a bad influence on your mental well being since he’s a demon
-Beel gives you compliments all the time and it confuses him when you laugh them off uncertainly because he wasn’t joking or lying??
-He’s always supportive of your choices and encourages you to be more confident
-The same way you show your support everytime you come to his games to cheer him on
-Overall, he just wants you to feel special and appreciated
-Because you deserve it
-IneedmyselfaBeel
Belphie:
-He feels like absolute shit
-Becuase he’s well aware he‘s called you a few...not so nice words in the past
-Back then, he only thought he meant everything he said but now that he’s hearing you accept his insults and actually repeating them yourself?
-It hurts his brain and he wants to smash his head against all four walls of the room for being such a cretin
-You do tell him it’s not exactly his fault you think so badly of yourself
-But he still believes he fueled it
-So now he needs to fix it
-He’s tried everything and I mean everything
-It’s kinda working, slow progress is made which he’s really happy about but you know, it’s gonna take a while
-He finally settles on physical affection as the best way to communicate his gratefulness for you being youself
-Oh, he wasn’t hugging you before? He is now, get your ass next to him and let him cuddle you
-Handholding has increased by 69% in the last month, sorry for the loss of your right hand with how much he squeezes it
-Sometimes, he can’t help but a throw an insult at you in a playful manner, because he’s an asshole
-But he always makes sure you understand that he was just joking
-He’s such a little shit, you would be having a chat with him and you would subtly drop a insult at yourself hoping he wouldn’t notice
-But then he stops dead in his tracks, kisses you, says “Shut up, you’re stunning” and then he goes right back to the previous conversation like nothing happened
-Accept his compliments damn it otherwise he will continue to bug you about it for the rest of the day
-He’s an eboy and he’s a dickhead a times, but he just goes soft for you tbh
-If you’re feeling really bad about yourself, he won’t even say anything
-He will just big spoon you for the next 24 hours, good luck going to the bathroom or any meals during that time
-Because once you’re in his grip, you’re not getting out that easily
-He gets so pissy if anyone says something even slightly negative about you to your face
-One time, a random demon called you stupid in one of the classes at RAD and he was like ‘bïtch excuse me what?’
-Snapped his head around at him and everything
-He would have done something worse but he was lazy and feeling really petty
-So Belphie kicked him in the privates from under his desk like a damn spoiled brat
-And then he turned his head back to you, all smiles and rainbows and puppies
-I’m simping so hard for a fictional character wtf
-I had to write more protective Belphie cuz I can’t find anything of the sort anymore and I need flUFF
(Haha, I don’t know what this post is, my writing has officially taken a shit lmao. Sorry this took so long to finish, I kept going back to edit all of them)
Al~
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youarejesting · 4 years ago
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[Master List]
Banners: @purpleskies1999 Pairings: Dolphintrainer!Taehyung x SharkDiver!Jin,  Mer!Jimin x Reader, Scientist!Namjoon x MerKing!Jungkook, Mer!Yoongi x Mer!Hoseok. Rating: 16+ Genre: Mystery, Romance, Comedy, Drama, Fantasy, little bit of Action, Slice of life, Enemies2Lovers, Friends2lovers, Social media au, Fake Texts, Fake Subs.
Summary: Taehyung and his best friend Y/N are Dolphin trainers at Wash Out; Marine Wildlife and Theme Park. When the nerdy marine biologist and resident veterinarian Doctor Kim Namjoon goes missing; the two friends form a ragtag team with Taehyung’s rival Seokjin and a…. Fish?
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There was no limit to which Taehyung could grieve. But there was a limit to his bank account. The new CEO Tom was a kind man, offering them a chance to mourn their losses and collect themselves before returning to work. There was a small funeral and memorial for Mr Schmidt within the theme park. 
Although the employee’s were respectful they remained impartial to the change of leadership. With new management came more appropriate wages. 
Waking beside Y/n reassured him things would be okay. You were the only reason he got out of bed and Taehyung suspected you felt the same. Uncanny how the two of you were sporting matching puffy eyes and pink tipped noses. Taehyung gave a soft smile, you had been supporting him while he broke down assuring him that Seokjin would return. 
It was time to show Y/n that she had someone to lean on. Knowing you had lost the first person you had developed such a strong bond with. There had been a few before Jimin and there may be more to come, but like magic the two of you had a special kind of love. The rare kind that happens only to few.
Taehyung wondered what you were thinking, if you were really okay, or just saying you were because that's what people wanted to hear. Dressing quietly he noticed you stir out the corner of his eyes. Begrudgingly pulling yourself out of bed and getting ready in the bathroom.
The playful banter on the way to work became silent pondering of thoughts. Hands reaching for one another if those thoughts turned dark. Taehyung was grateful for the company, grateful for the silence. He had no pressure to act like things were okay when they weren’t.
In saying that pulling into the employee parking lot Taehyung cut the engine. Pulling the visor down to look in the mirror, he tested a small smile. Almost foreign and unfamiliar to him, the muscles seemed to have weakened.
How many days had it been? Two and a half weeks later, as the days passed any hope of Seokjin or Namjoon’s return dwindled extensively. 
“Tae, we should go in,” Y/n smiled hand ready on the door handle braced for work like it was war. 
“Yeah, sorry.”
The security seemed awkward greeting them, rightfully so they had been accused of stealing money from the theme park. It wouldn’t surprise them if everyone kept their distance. Dolphins on the other hand seemed to understand their feelings better than humans. Bubbles, Captain, Dolly and her new pup Hopster came up to greet them, sensing their mood and trying to cheer them up with little jumps, squeals and splashes.
It pulled soft genuine smiles from you both, it was mid practice when a voice called from the bleachers behind the show tank. “You know Joonie, I have never seen a dolphin show, but it looks pretty lackluster, the dolphins are doing all the hard work. The instructors don’t really feel committed to the show.”
“I think they have been having a rough week, maybe they might have lost someone close to them.” Namjoon said softly. “You can never know what someone else is going through without asking.”
“Should I go ask them?” Seokjin said, standing and strolling over, the two looked clean and fresh like they had just come back from a vacation and not the bottom of the ocean.
Taehyung had broken down in the water, crying as the dolphins playfully bumped him with their noses trying to stop his tears. You pulled yourself out of the water and ran over, hugging Seokjin. His whines echoing around the small amphitheater.
After practically suffocating Seokjin in a firm hug you pulled Namjoon in as well, he was surprised by the action. Probably because the two of you were never really close but unlike Seokjin he didn’t complain about the wet patches left on his clothes.
Taehyung had practically crawled out of the dolphinarium show tank, the dolphins wiggling on their bellies beside him on the small raised surface. Seokjin walked towards him sorrowful and compassionate, opening his hands for the young dolphin trainer and groaning when he was pulled into the knee deep water. Letting Taehyung clutch him tightly, his complaints ceased when he felt the younger man shaking in his arms.
“It seems you must have been suffering with me gone.” He tried to coax Taehyung’s head from where it had buried into his neck, but it only encouraged him to grasp tighter and bury his face deeper into Seokjin’s chest. “Hey, you can’t be crying like this, you are going to make me sad.”
“I thought you had died,” Taehyung whimpered voice broken and small, his hands clutching the soft sweater fabric pulled tight over Seokjin’s shoulders. Taehyung looked up, eyes wet, puffy and red for yet another time this week. “I thought I lost you, before I had a chance to tell you properly.”
“Tae, I can barely understand what you are saying,” Seokjin wiped his sleeve under Taehyung's nose, “You have to speak clearly, don’t ruin my good pants for nothing.”
Taehyung pulled him forward kissing him passionately. Taehyung was thrilled to have Seokjin back in his arms. He was unable to stop himself from slowly walking backwards more and more until he reached the edge of the water. Seokjin was too distracted by the kiss to realise until it was too late.
Pulling the older man into the dolphinarium and giggling when they resurfaced. “Ya!” Seokjin shouted, “We were going to dinner after this, I was dressed up and everything.”
Taehyung was apologizing, his grin never faltering as he chased a soggy Seokjin back to the locker rooms. The three of you emerged from the change rooms spotting Namjoon standing awkwardly by the entrance.
“Are you ready to go?” Y/n asked, slapping his back playfully, “I hear Seokjin is paying for dinner tonight.” 
“What, you wanted me to come to dinner?” Namjoon said his words, stumbling unsure and confused.
“You don’t want to come to dinner, Namjoonie-Hyung?” Taehyung grinned up at him, before the two of you took Taehyung’s car following Jin’s from the parking lot to the restaurant. It was a small barbeque place, it was a secret treasure known to only a few.
The drinks started flowing. Namjoon seemed awkward at first but he was soon laughing with the rest. “I have never really done this before.” He admitted sheepishly.
“Drank?”
“No, I haven’t had dinner with friends before,” His ears were pink and your smile fell, Taehyung felt like the worst person to ever exist. “I know Jin and I tried but there were always things getting in the way.”
“Hey, we are your friends now, we were just rude idiots. We didn’t know about how cool you were until Seokjin told us how special you meant to him.” Y/n explained pouring him another drink.
“You weren’t rude, I just am really awkward and I know I talk about crabs a lot. It isn’t the most appealing conversation people want to have.” Namjoon waved his hands trying to calm the sad looks around the table, “I am just happy you think of me as your friend.”
Seokjin gasped, pulling a small cloth from his pocket, “Jimin asked me to give this to you.” He placed the cloth in your palm and you opened it slowly. “He got back safely and was definitely worried if you were okay,”
Opening the cloth to reveal a necklace, a cream shell spiraling in a cone shape and in the opening fitting perfectly secure was a gold Pearl. Taehyung leaned over, taking the necklace and helping you secure it around your neck.
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You were called into work early one morning by Namjoon, he said something was wrong with Dolly and her pup and he needed help. Taehyung was outside and you sleepily let them drive you across town. You were being pushed into the old marine clinic, Taehyung threw you some swimmers and pushed you into the change room.
Moving quickly you followed Namjoon who was talking about the pups condition seriously, “This is our last chance, just go in first and check on how he looks and appearance and then we will begin the treatment, make sure you keep him calm and make him feel safe.”
You nodded, slipping slowly until you were treading water by the catwalk, about to ask a few questions when you were pulled under by the ankle. Confused and scared, you spotted Jimin in the water, his face showing how happy he was to see you. He swam at you grabbing your waist and resurfacing. You started crying and you wiped your eyes laughing and coughing from the water you had partially inhaled in shock.
“I am leaking,” Jimin touched his cheeks and you kissed him happily. 
“How did you get here?” You sniffed, “We have to get you back to the water.”
“Hey, it's all good I have something special with me this time, it allows me to walk on the ground just like you. Our king Jungkook gave it to me. He says I can visit whenever I want, because you are my promised.”
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Leaked Pt. 2 - Harry Styles
PART ONE
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Harry and I follow Gemma back into the house. I cross my arms over my chest, fighting the chill from outside that seems to linger in my bones now. We take a seat back at the table, everyone seems to be stressed and tired of talking, I don’t blame them. I’m thankful Harry and I got a break from it.
“Alright, so we were able to detect what they had access to and what was downloaded from the online server.” Andrew, whose name I learned, says looking at both Harry and I to explain.
“So what else did they get?” Harry questions, he sits up a little straighter in his chair.
“It looks like they also had access to some audio files.”
“Audio files?”
“What? The studio version of medicine?” I tease, assuming that whatever it was can’t be too bad. Harry’s had songs leak before, even if it’s something that ended up being scrapped it can’t be the end of the world. It can’t be as bad as a leaked image of us across twitter.
“No, it looks like they only took several files dated July 15th of 2019.”
“July 15th?” I raise my brows.
“What happened-” Harry starts to question the significance, but it instantly clicks for me. All of the humor and lightheartedness I had is knocked right out of me.
“Fuck-” I pull my hair back over my shoulder. The chill that clung to my bones is gone now, now I can feel myself break out into a sweat. Harry turns to look at me and as soon as our eyes meet I can tell that it’s clicked for him as well.
“It’s our song” Harry states, his voice so quiet that I’m sure not everyone in the room caught it. His voice is soft and low, barely registering.
“Your song?” Anne prompts, her face full of concern as she notice’s the color that’s completely drained from our faces.
“Can we clear out the room for a few minutes?” Harry asks, he takes his hand in mine and nods for Anne and Gemma to fill the seats that have now been vacated.
“Can I?” Harry looks at me for permission before continuing. I give him a soft smile and nod, at this point I’m glad they’ll know. I’d rather they know than the whole world.
“July 15th was the day Y/n and I got back from the hospital.” Harry swallows, “The day before Y/n had suffered a miscarrige.”
The silence in the room is louder than I could’ve expected. Gemma and Anne look at each other, obviously shocked before turning their attention back to us. Their expressions seem just as solemn now.
“So the audio file is?” Gemma looks between us confused.
“So together we wrote a song for our daughter.” I nod, tears slipping without being able to stop them.
“It was really therapeutic, I think we both sobbed through practically the whole thing.” He looks to me and I just nod and agree. Harry’s hand still hasn’t left mine.
“I’m sorry that you guys had to find out this way.” I pull my head up to finally make eye contact. Tears are still slowly streaming, but I’m able to blink past them, “We had been so excited to tell you guys that we were expecting and it was only a few weeks after that we had already lost her.”
“You have nothing to apologize for.” Anne says, her eyes filling up with tears of her own at this point.
“So this was right before you guys broke up.” Gemma realizes, “Is that-?”
She doesn’t seem to be able to finish her own thought. The air in the room is a little too heavy. If I wasn’t drained before, I am now.
“Partly.” Harry nods.
“It wasn’t a lie that the stress of always being apart tore us apart, but going through something like that and then having to fly across the world. We didn’t get to heal from that together, and it ruined our relationship.”
Third Person POV
Slowly the group makes their way back in. Harry makes it very clear to all of them that they need to do everything in their power to stop that audio file from seeing the light of day. It crushed him to see the defeated look on Y/n’s face. She looks exhausted. Harry can’t pull his eyes from her saddened face every couple of seconds. The last thing he wants is for her to feel emotionally exposed as well as physically.
“Y/n, why don’t we go off to bed.” Anne gets up from her spot and places a gentle hand on the younger girl's shoulder. She only nods and lets Anne lead her up stairs. No one else at the table comments, no one dares. Harry’s eyes follow her as Anne wraps an arm around her shoulder and they walk up the stairs.
Anne leads her to Harry’s room, knowing that she was bound to stay there after everything that’s happened today. No one can blame her for being so tired, it was only a few hours ago that she landed. She’s had her body exposed to the world and now there’s the potential for one of the most intimate parts of her to be exposed as well. Today has been the day from hell for Y/n.
Y/n changes into one of Harry’s shirts and tucks herself in under the covers. It’s been over a year since she’s been in this bed. Anne comes back in to check on her, noticing her eyelids are falling heavy as they talk.
Anne curls up in the sitting chair on the other side of the master bedroom. It doesn’t feel right to leave her alone right now in this state and she doesn’t exactly feel like participating in the conversations downstairs anymore. It leaves a bitter taste in her mouth hearing people speak so casually over something so personal.
It’s a few hours later when Harry makes his way upstairs and he’s surprised to see either of them in his room. He looks like the definition of exhausted. His mom looks up from her book and glances over to see that Y/n is still asleep.
“Is she alright?” Harry asks, looking at the girl curled up in his bed.
“She will be.” Anne sets down the book. She pulls the blanket off of her shoulders and folds it up neatly.
“Did you guys get anything decided?” Anne questions, making her way over to her son by the door.
“Yeah, Jordan and Jeff both agree that it might be in our best interest to release a statement. If it gets out we’ll obviously need to address it. They want to talk it over again tomorrow morning once Y/n is feeling a bit better.”
“Sounds great, love.” Anne presses a soft kiss to his cheek before letting herself out.
Harry breaks his stare on the love of his life so he can get ready for bed himself. He brushes his teeth and does his night routine as quietly as he can. From what he remembers, it always used to wake Y/n up anyway, but she’s exhausted.
He finally finishes up and hovers over his side of the bed, unsure if he should cross that line. Sure she’s laying in his bed, but that doesn’t mean it’s an open invitation for them to share the bed.
“Just get in already.” Her voice surprises Harry. Her eyes didn’t even flinch to open. Harry doesn’t need to be told twice, he slides in on his side.
“What are we going to tell the fans?” Her voice a soft echo in the silence.
Harry lets out a long sigh, moving to lay on his back.
“I don’t know. How much do we want them to know? Neither of us have ever let the fans in like this before.”
“But aren’t they going to figure it out anyway? We know that they’re smart, and our lyrics were hardly veiled.”
“I think I would rather tell them. If we can’t stop it from getting out there, I would want to avoid as many conspiracy theories as possible. How do you feel about it?”
Y/n reaches out her hand to connect it with Harry’s. His head snaps over to look at her and she’s staring down at where her fingers fiddle with his rings.
“I feel comfortable with that. The whole world is going to know now.”
His words fill the silence, Y/n only letting out a sigh in response.
“I should call my parents and let them know. Y/S/N too. They deserve to know before the story breaks.”
Y/n shifts back onto her side facing away from him, letting Harry’s hand drop in the process. He turns to his side, facing the same direction as her. She turns back, looking over her shoulder towards him.
“Thank you.” Her voice a soft whisper, her eyes meeting his after glancing over his bare chest.
“What for?” He clears his throat, his voice catching from speaking so softly.
“For being you Harry. For being understanding and loving in spite of everything.” She turns back to rest her head back on the pillow, “I don’t think there’s anyone else I would want to have to go through this with.”
Harry scoots closer, he hovers his arm over her waist before settling it when there weren’t any protests. Y/n places her hand on top of his, holding it securely against her.
“I will always love you, Y/n. I wish we didn’t have to go through this, but I’m glad to have you too.”
Those are the last words they exchange that night.
Y/n’s POV
The sun is rising, alerting me that I need to get up and get ready. I manage to snake my way out of Harry’s grasp before he can wake up as well. I make my way to the bathroom and take a long shower.
“Jordan brought in your suitcase last night.” Harry informs.
“Oh, great. Thank you!”
He simply nods before going into the bathroom himself to get ready for the morning. I wrap the towel a little tighter around my body and quickly make my way downstairs to grab my bag. By the time I get back to Harry’s room I can hear the water running in the shower. It gives me enough time to get dressed and escape down to the kitchen before he exits.
“Good morning!” Anne smiles from her spot at the stove.
“Morning.” I smile, I take a seat next to a sleepy Gemma.
“This coffee isn’t even helping.” Gemma groans, throwing her head on my shoulder and closing her eyes.
“That’s because Mum made it.” Harry says as he walks in with a wet head, “Have Y/n make the next batch. That’ll surely get you wide awake.”
“Sounds like an excuse to get my world famous coffee if you ask me.” I eye him with a smile.
“You caught me, love.” He grabs plates for everyone and starts setting the table, noticing his mother is getting close to being done with all the food. I tap Gemma softly on the shoulder so I can get up and make a new pot of coffee. Harry always used to tell me my coffee was his favorite, it always packed a punch.
We all settle at the table, Harry with a large mug of the hot coffee.
“Anne, everything looks wonderful.” I smile looking over everything she’s prepared.
“Thank you.” She grins.
We all dig in, too hungry to prolong it anymore.
“What time is everyone getting here?” I ask, mainly waiting for Harry to answer.
“Within the hour.”
“Have you guys decided what you’re going to do?” Gemma sets down her fork to look at the both of us, prompting me to turn and look at Harry.
“We’re going to tell the fans. We want them to hear it from us, take away the power from the person who hacked my phone.” Harry explains.
“Yeah, that reminds me. I need to call my parents.” I dab the corners of the mouth with a napkin before excusing myself.
Harry’s POV
I watch as Y/n leaves the room to make the call privately.
“So, how is she?” Anne asks, focusing on me.
“With all things considered, I think she’s doing alright.” I take a sip of the coffee that’s still warm, “We both agreed that we’re going to tell the fans today. Clarify a few things.”
“I think that’s a good idea.” Gemma nods.
“Me too. It’s nice having her here again.” My mum smiles looking at me.
“Mum, don’t go there.” I warn.
“I didn’t mean anything by it!” She defends, “I just said it’s nice.”
“She’s right.” Gemma chimes in, “Y/n has always been our favorite. We all know that your story with her is far from over.”
I simply shake my head, knowing better than to argue with these two. It’s a short while later Y/n makes a reappearance, her eye’s red and puffy.
“Alright, everyone’s in the know.” She sighs.
Right on que there’s a knock on the door. I’m sure it’s just starting that our teams are showing up. Ready to start a new day.
“Alright, so Harry said that you guys agreed on putting out a statement. We can get started on that today. We need to decide how we want to do it, we have a few options.” Jordan explains, “We can type up a statement from both of you and release it on social media or if you guys wanted to say something.”
“Like a video?” Y/n asks.
“Exactly. It’s totally up to you guys, it’s a matter of preference.” Jeff cuts in, “Sometimes it's a little more comfortable to do it that way so you can say exactly what you want and people can hear your tone, but at the same time it’s a lot more personal this way.”
“What do you want to do?” Y/n suddenly turns to get my opinion.
“I’m fine with either-”
“C’mon, what’s your head saying.” She has a soft knowing smile on her face. I smile back at her because how could I not.
“I think that if we’re coming clean and trying to be honest about things, it could be good to have it actually coming from our mouths.”
“I agree.” She turns back to look at Jordan and Jeff, “So how exactly do we go about that?”
“So we’ll start by-”
Jeff stops speaking as his phone buzzes, he glances down quickly and his eyes widen for a second. Whatever it is it’s enough to have completely captured his attention.
“What is it?” I ask, I start spinning one of my rings subconsciously. It takes what feels like minutes of pure silence, but in actuality it’s only a few seconds for him to answer.
“The audio file is out.”
Fuck.
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i’m sorry for all the switching of POVs but that’s the best way i felt I could communicate how i wanted things to go. 
PART 3?!?! how are we feeling? mini series?
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albertasunrise · 4 years ago
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It’s Yours - Chapter 7
Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6
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Summary: You and Javier have been sleeping together for almost two years but after his name was leaked by the papers, he is sent home for investigation. You remain behind with Steve to catch Escobar but when he’s finally dead, you decide to go after the man you’ve fallen for. You don’t like what you find when you finally reunite with him.
Warnings: Fluff, Unprotected Sex 18+
Relationships: Javier Peña x Reader
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The bar was practically empty when Javier walked in, just the usual suspects there at this time in the afternoon. Si was busy polishing the glasses that had just come back from the kitchen, his back facing the bar as he places each one on the shelf once he’s done.
‘Be with you in a moment.’ He says over his shoulder as he finishes the last glass before turning to face Javi ‘What are you doing here Peña?’
‘I came to talk.’ He states, hands stuffed in his pockets as he steps gingerly towards the bar.
‘Well, I don’t want to talk. She chose you. End of.’
‘Actually, she threw me out just after you left.’ Admits Javier as he sits himself down on one of the barstools.
‘Is that right?’
‘Look Si. What happened last night was completely unplanned.’ Starts the agent as he scrubs a hand over his tired face ‘The babies kicked for the first time and we got caught up in the moment.’
‘Do you love her?’
‘What?’ His tone comes out a little shorter than he means it to.
‘’Do you love her? Not that hard to understand.’
‘Yes.’ He states, not wanting to beat about the bush ‘It scares me how much. Seeing you and her together these past months has been killing me.’
‘Then go get her.’ Says Si as he shrugs his shoulders ‘I love her but we’ve been together five minutes in comparison to the time you spent with her.’ He pauses ‘You’re having twins together for fuck sakes. Yes, it sucked walking in on you fuckin’ her but I'd be an idiot if I didn’t think you two should at least try and make a go of it. For your kid's sake at least.’
‘Si I-.’
‘If you wanna say sorry then fine, I forgive you but for Christ’s sake Javier. Go and get her or I will!’ Groans Si as he points at the closed door.
‘How are you such a Saint all the time?’ He chuckled and Si shrugged again.
‘My momma raised me right I guess.’
‘That she did.’ Javier replies as he stands from his stool and leaves.
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You sit there nursing your tea as you stare at the flowers on your coffee table, the turmoil within eating you alive as you remember the look on Si’s face when he saw you tangled with Javier. Taking a sip you scrunch your face up in disgust when you learn that it's tepid now, you’d not realised how long you’d been staring for. The door opening catches your attention and you look up to see Javier walking in, a look of determination on his face that you’ve never seen before.
‘Javi I don’t-.’
‘Just let me speak.’ He interrupts, raising his hand to stop you ‘I went to see Si.’
‘JAVI.’
‘Just listen dammit.’ He groans, raising his voice a little ‘I went to explain. Tell him that we hadn’t planned it. That it had just been us getting caught up in the moment. I swear that guy is a Saint because he fucking forgave us. He was hurt, understandably so, but he also told me that I should go get you. That he would be a fool to get in the way of us giving it a go.’
‘Javier.’
‘But I realised something.’ He continues ‘I don't want to give it a go with you.’
‘No?’
‘No.’ He confirms and your heart sinks ‘I want it all with you. I want to raise our babies with you. I want to make more with you. I want to call you my wife.’
‘Javi-.’
Javier pulled out a box from his pocket before slowly lowering himself to one knee, his eyes never leaving yours as tears start to form in his eyes.
‘Hermosa, I am completely and irrevocably in love with you. You own me body and soul and it has even agony these last few months not being able to hold you, kiss you, make love to you.' He pauses, taking in a shaky breath "Please end my pain and marry me.’ He finishes as the box creaks open to reveal a simple, yet spectacular, diamond engagement ring.’
Your hands fly up to cover your mouth as you gasp in shock, tears spilling down your cheeks as your shoulders shake. The longer you don’t answer the more nervous Javier becomes, his heart in his throat as he remains on his knee awaiting your answer.
‘Baby, please. Say something.’
‘Yes.’ You manage to choke out before covering your mouth again in an attempt to muffle your sobs.
Peña’s on his feet in a flash, scooping you into his arms before kissing you deeply as he slips the ring on your finger.
‘When the hell did you buy a ring?’
‘Not important.’ He chuckles before kissing you again, this time with a hunger that goes straight to your core.
You clumsily pull each other's clothes off as he backs you towards the bedroom, both of you naked as the day you were born by the time the backs of your knees hit the mattress. You fall back, giggling as he grabs you by the waist and pushes you further up before positioning himself between your thighs. Two thick fingers plunge into your heat and you yell as he curls them deliciously, pumping them in and out relentlessly.
‘Fuck Javi.’ You whine, throwing your head back as you practically growl from the stimulation his fingers were giving you ‘FUCK.’
He says nothing, just grins as you dig your heels into the mattress, feeling yourself barrelling towards your orgasm and you know it's going to be intense. He increases his pace, fingers hitting that spot over and over and over. Your toes curl as you cum, your release gushing over his hand and the sheets but you don’t have a chance to recover before he’s sheathing himself inside of you.
‘FUCK’ You scream again as he pounds into you, your moans swallowed by his mouth as he devouring yours.
Your nails dig into the muscles in his shoulders, so deep that it’s bound to leave marks but you don't care and neither does he, he wants you to mark him. Claim him. He’s yours and you are his. He changes his angle and it’s devastating, the coil within tightening at an alarming rate and you bear your neck to him as you scream his name.
‘Cum for me.’ He coos, his eyes black with lust as he watches you writhe beneath him.
As if on command you do, your walls clamping down on his length and pulling him right along with you. He collapses on the bed beside you, chest heaving as he turns his head to look at you with a blissed-out expression.
‘I love you.’ He says softly as he rolls onto his side, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear as he grins at you like a lovesick teenager.
‘I love you too.’ You reply as you smile at him ‘That was also quite something.’
‘Yes.’ He says, letting out a breathy chuckle ‘Yes it was.’
‘Make the most of fucking me like that whilst you can.’
‘Hmmm?’
‘Because soon, this is going to get in the way.’ You finish as you rub your swollen womb.
‘Well if that's the case then I think we better make the most of it again.’ He grins as he pulls you into a bruising kiss, already hard for you again.
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‘Congratulations to you both.’ Says Chucho as he raises his beer bottle in cheers.
The bar copies the man's actions, cheering loudly and you gaze at Javi who is looking down at you with his big brown eyes, eyes crinkling in the corners. Wrapping his arm around your waist, he pulls you into a sloppy kiss that makes you swoon.
‘Congratulations guys.’ Comes a familiar voice and you both look up to see Si stood across from the two of you, a genuine smile filling his features ‘I’m really happy for you both.’
‘Thank you, brother.’ Replies Javier as he shakes Si’s hand before moving for you to accept Si’s hug.
‘Thank you, Si.’ You say sweetly ‘For everything and I’m sorry for you know?… For what happened between us.’
‘Water under the bridge beautiful.’ He replies ‘It was fun while it lasted.’ He finishes as he gives you a nudge and a wink.
‘That it was.’ You agree as you chuckle.
‘Well well well if it isn’t tweedle dum and tweedle dee.’ Comes a voice you'd never expected to head.
‘MURPHY?’ You yell as you run into his arms, squealing with excitement as he laughs at your reaction ‘What the hell are you doing here?’
‘Chucho rang he.’ He states as he slaps Javier on the arm ‘Couldn't miss my partner’s engagement party now could I?'
‘I never thought I’d see the day Javier Peña would settle down.’ Comes another voice and you look up to see Connie grinning at you ‘Definitely never thought he'd be having a baby.’ She finishes as she pulls you into a sideways hug.
‘Actually, it's babies.’ Javier corrects and both Murphy’s look between you in shock.
‘Your not?’ She asks with her mouth agape and you both nod.
‘Twins?’ Steve explains and you share a loving look at Javier before nodding again ‘Well shut the front door, that's fucking wonderful!’
‘Do you know?…’ Connie trains off, grinning at you.
‘Girl and a boy.’ You answer.
‘Jackpot.’
You laugh at Steves remark as you let your head fall against Javi’s shoulder, humming in delight when he gives your hip a small squeeze.
‘You…’ Connie points at you ‘Need to tell me everything. You two.’ She motions between Steve and Javier ‘Stay out of trouble.’
She drags you to an empty booth, hugging you again before sipping her drink and slouching back against the faux leather back of the bench.
‘Sooooo?’ She starts ‘How the hell did this all happen?’
‘Well, this.’ You point at your bump ‘Happened the night before Javier left Columbia.’ You clarify and she grins at you ‘Us. Well, let's just say a lot has happened in the last 5 months.’
‘Like?’
‘I met Si.’ You point at him and Connie looks at you with piqued interest ‘We dated for a few months. Was pretty incredible and I loved him but I wasn't in love with him. It took Javier almost drowning for me to realise that I can't live without him.’
‘Wait what?’ Connie interrupts, her expression changing to one of shock ‘He almost drowned?’
‘Yeah, he uh…’ You pause, taking a sip of your own beverage ‘He saw Si and me fucking on the couch. He’d popped round to show me some baby grows he’d bought and saw us through the window.’ You shiver as the memory of him falling assaults your eyes ‘He got smashed and decided to try and fix the pier down at the end of Chucho’s land. Lost his footing on the rotten wood when I called out to him and he fell. His dad and I managed to drag him out of the river and I gave him CPR. I managed to revive him but I almost didn’t. It broke me.’
‘So how did you end up together?’
‘Well, I’m not exactly proud of it.’ You start, giving her a guilty look ‘We uh… Well, basically the babies started kicking when he’d come round with some food. It was beautiful and we got caught up in the moment. One thing led to another and… Well, let's just say Si walked in on us.’
‘Shit.’
‘Yeah.’ You reply ‘He was surprisingly good about it though. Eventually. We deserved hell but instead, he gave us his blessing. He told Javier to go get me and Javier decided to take it one step further.’ You finished as you grinned at her before letting your eyes flit down to the engagement ring on your finger.
‘Boy did good!’ Connie exclaims when she spots the ring ‘Well done Javi.’ She finishes and you chuckle, gossiping well into the night.
~
Chapter 8
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notcanoncompliant · 5 years ago
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I See You
So I finally got the writing bug again. This is pretty much PWP. It’s decent, I hope those of you who are into this stuff are into this fic. lol
Trigger Warnings: blood, implied cannibalism, non-con.
The FBI has been after Anthony Stark, serial killer-slash-mob enforcer, for a long time. Peter, special agent and analyst, dips into places he shouldn’t. There are consequences.
And away we go...
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“Good morning, Starshine.”
Peter tries to swallow, his mouth and throat fuzzy from whatever had been used to knock him out, his head stuffed up and aching. 
He opens his eyes, winces at the light. Shuts them. 
His wrists are secured together high above his head, and everything is cold, chilly air on bare skin--bare. God. He’s naked; stuck in stirrups, strapped down. But, aside from the headache and the discomfort of waking up in bindings and completely exposed...he doesn’t hurt.
He lifts his head, forces himself to squint in the light at the figure standing off to the side.
“What did you give me?” he asks, voice thick.
“Standard knock-out cocktail. Painless,” says that familiar voice.
Peter swallows again, drops his head back against the headrest of the chair and shuts his eyes. “Thanks for that, I guess,” he rasps.
A soft, familiar chuckle issues from the right side of the room. He’s too tired to look. 
He drifts in and out for a little while longer in the wobbling in-out of slowly returning consciousness. 
Footsteps click behind him and then further back. A quiet humming lilts through the air, and then the rush of water--a sink--and the sound of something being filled. More footsteps, this time growing closer along with the humming.
Something pokes at his lips, and he opens without thought.
A straw.
He sucks, moans at the cool rush of water down his parched throat.
“Good boy,” the figure says.
Peter shivers involuntarily at the praise, heat curling lazy-sweet in his gut. Danger, a deep part of him whispers. 
He takes another pull of water and then the straw slips from between his lips.
He opens his eyes.
Anthony “Tony” Stark moves away to stand off to the right, setting the glass of water down on the desk and sitting back against the edge. The enforcer looks good; dressed to the nines as he was in every fruitless interrogation video on record, a suit that probably costs as much as Peter’s rent, goatee immaculate, thick salt and pepper hair styled in a casual mess. He watches Peter with a pleasant look on his face that doesn’t match the emptiness of his pitch-dark eyes.
The room is small, an office, maybe. They’re in a warehouse; through the window behind Stark, Peter can see closed bay doors, concrete and metal and beams and silent, unmoving machinery. A quick glance around the immediate room tells Peter there’s no tray of instruments, nothing lined up on the desk. Nothing to do the kind of rip-and-tear damage Peter had seen in any of the crime scene photos. 
“You look confused, Pete,” Stark says. “Were you expecting something?”
“I’m just well-versed in your usual, and this isn’t it,” Peter says. He tugs a little at the bindings around his wrists--leather. Stiff, but exponentially more yielding than the steel cuffs that left cuts and torn skin around the wrists of the bodies in the morgue, in the photos. 
Stark smiles, and cold trickles down Peter’s spine. “You’re a special case.”
“I don’t know what that means.”
“You got a little too close, all on your own.” Stark smiles again, looks...proud. “A real go-getter. You’ve got enemies in high places, Petey-pie. Kept poking your nose in all the wrong places.” He shrugs. “Or the right ones, as it were.”
The first unpleasant sensation prickles through whatever it is Stark gave him (definitely not standard knock-out; an unsurprising lie), and his stomach sinks.
Someone did this. Someone sent him right into the jaws of the monster--why ‘jaws’, why do jaws matter--and now he’s going to die in some creative way, some way that doesn’t include scalpels or knives or cattle prods or any of the endless list of horrifyingly inventive tools Anthony Stark has allegedly used to ruin human beings.
That ‘someone’ was probably--most likely--Rumlow, head of the task force and a first-class asshole. He’d warned Peter not to get involved, and Peter hadn’t listened, because...well, because he noticed the inconsistencies in the original ME reports versus what was included in Stark’s official dossier, inconsistencies made all the more suspicious by how tightly the originals were locked down. 
Maybe Peter had ‘noticed’ them when he’d ‘stumbled upon’ the confidential files.
Maybe Rumlow noticed. Maybe someone above Rumlow noticed.
And now Peter’s shoulders ache from how his arms are suspended and there are straps wrapping his thighs and calves, keeping his legs spread in the stirrups of this medical chair.
“What are you going to do to me?”
Stark tuts. “Boring. Try again.”
Peter wets his lips nervously. “Do you take requests?”
“Better.” Stark pushes off from the desk, and comes to stand in front of him. “And no. But you’re free to beg for whatever you want.”
“Boring,” Peter says, a touch breathless, real fear finally beginning to worm its way through. “You know I’ll beg at some point.”
Stark smirks. He walks back to the desk, pulls a rolling stool out from underneath and moves it between Peter’s spread legs, shucks his jacket and tosses it onto the desk. He begins meticulously rolling his sleeves up to his elbows.
“Tell me something,” Stark says as he sits down, rolls a little closer. “Why would someone send a pretty little hacker into the jaws of death?”
Peter winces at the phrase, twitches back away from Stark’s nearness before he can catch himself. Too many sensitive parts on display, too close to that shark-like smile.
“Analyst,” Peter corrects inanely. “And I don’t know why you’re asking, why do you ca--fuck, okay,” he gasps, a bolt of pure panic shooting, short and electric, through his limbs at the sudden grip of Stark’s hands high up the backs of his thighs. “Okay. I saw some things and I knew they were wrong and I guess I went to the wrong people.”
“What was wrong?” Stark asks, faux-curious, trailing his thumbs back and forth along the sensitive inner skin of Peter’s thighs. His gaze is dark, flat, fixed on Peter’s eyes instead of all the flesh in front of him, and Peter can’t tell at this point whether that’s a (relatively) good thing.
“They...fudged the ME reports,” Peter says. “Doctored the photos.” He struggles not to squirm when Stark’s hands slide down to his ass. “They…”
Peter freezes. “They know who you are,” he breathes. “They know. They hid the marks because they know, and they…”
“They like to toss me a good meal every now and again,” Stark supplies casually.
That’s why there are no tools. No knives, no blades. Stark’s smile is a weapon, and Peter is beyond fucked. 
Maybe it’s the drugs, maybe it’s just the intensity of the understanding, but Peter can practically see blood between those immaculate teeth, painting Stark’s lips. Can see those teeth cutting, pulling, ripping, tearing, chewing-- 
The grip on his ass tightens, and he lets out a strangled sound when Stark’s eyes drop from his in favor of the places between Peter’s legs.
“They gave you to me for disposal, Mr. Parker,” Stark says, distractedly. “A pretty little troublemaker about to throw a wrench in all their plans.” He leans in, and Peter jerks at the brush of lips against the inside of his right thigh. “I should send them a thank you card.”
Those lips part and teeth scrape Peter’s skin, not nearly hard enough to break through, but roughly enough to startle him into trying, futilely, to pull away.
“I can make it all disappear,” Peter blurts. “I’ll wipe everything. Every file, every scrap of anything that has anything to do with you. I could do it from my phone, right now.”
“Mm. I know you can,” Stark murmurs. He kisses Peter’s thigh again, squeezes his ass. Smirks up at him. “My job isn’t all wetwork. I know all about you, Peter.”
When he leans in toward the center, towards Peter’s most sensitive places, Peter squirms in earnest, leather straps biting into his limbs, across his middle. “No, wait, please--”
And then all he can do is moan, startled and loud, when Stark dips down between Peter’s cheeks and kisses him, open-mouthed, tongue thick and hot and wet, probing at Peter’s hole, alternating between long, dragging sweeps and penetration, slick muscle working its way inside Peter’s body.
“What the fuck,” Peter gasps, yanking downwards, flinching and struggling between the sharp tug at his wrists and the non-stop stimulation of Stark’s mouth. “What the fuck are you--oh, God, stop, you can’t--don’t, please,” he begs, tears springing to his eyes.
It feels good, scary good, his hips arching and bucking to the extent allowed by his bindings, but that all encompassing pleasure is going to stop at some point and turn to unimaginable pain and terror. 
Images flash through his mind--the real photos; missing pieces, torn flesh, the mangled crescents he couldn’t--hadn’t wanted to believe--were bitemarks--
Stark drags his tongue from Peter’s tailbone over his hole and laves attention on Peter’s balls with a loud, satisfied groan.
“Fuck, that’s good,” he growls, grinning up from between Peter’s legs. Peter makes a high sound, a whine, at the sight of those teeth so near his thinnest skin. Stark nuzzles at his sack, sucks one of Peter’s balls into his mouth, rolls it around and releases it, takes in the other for the same treatment.
Still no pain. Still nothing but sparking heat prickling through Peter’s hips, low in his spine, his body aching for more even as tears free themselves and roll down his cheeks. He squeezes his eyes shut and slams his head back against the chair, unwilling to keep looking down at his traitorous cock, jutting up stiff and leaking on his stomach. 
“Please,” Peter says, voice cracking. “Please don’t--” he cuts himself off, bites down on the words. Please don’t hurt me. Please don’t stop.
“Peter,” Stark croons, pressing a soft kiss to the base of Peter’s cock. “Baby. Sweetheart. Light of my life.” Peter flinches and moans, low and frightened, at the press of teeth against his erection, faint, sharp pressure. “Look at me.”
Peter swallows, steels himself, and looks down his body.
“I lied,” Stark whispers conspiratorially, breath washing warm across Peter’s stomach
The fluorescent light flattens everything, brings out the shadows in Stark’s eyes and the faint hollows under his cheekbones, monstrous and hard and beautiful.
“No one sent you to me.”
Peter stares, uncomprehending--unwilling to comprehend. “What?”
Stark smiles, slides his hands around to pet and squeeze the tops of Peter’s thighs. 
“You’re here because I wanted you here. You’re here,” he kisses the tip of Peter’s cock, and to Peter’s shamed arousal, it twitches, a bead of precome leaking and rolling down the shaft, “because you’re better than all of the idiots who believe they have me cornered. My pretty little hacker, my little genius. Scooped up by the Eff. Bee. Eye.”
“Wha--” Peter starts to ask again, numb, but Stark sucks him down.
Down, down, into the hot, tight, pulsing heat of his throat, down to hell and farther, past any hope of return. Lost in the dark, reverent satisfaction of Stark’s gaze, and the stretch of Stark’s lips around his cock.
When the sharp edges of those perfectly straight, perfectly terrible incisors close around the base of his flesh, press in hard enough to hurt, Peter comes with a choked cry, straining against his binds.
Stark sucks and licks him through it, brushes open-mouthed kisses the slick, too-sensitive head until Peter twitches and moans from too much.
When Stark releases him, nuzzling at Peter’s trembling thighs like a lover, murmuring sweet, possessive nothings into his skin…
...Peter might as well have died here, in this warehouse. Lost, consumed. Gone.
“You’re mine, Peter Parker,” Stark says softly, watching him with pleased, victorious heat. “You have been from the moment you cracked the encryption on those reports. You saw me. And I saw you, sweet thing. I see you.” He smiles. “And I’m never giving you back.”
Peter stares down at him, breath slowing as the sweat begins to cool on his body. Slack against the chair, shoulders aching, muscles twitching from exertion, he gives up.
He nods.
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iscribble · 4 years ago
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pairing | youtuber!renjun x student!reader genre(s) | fluff, slice of life, strangers to potential lovers, college au word count | 1.8k summary | you’re always the type to be punctual, so it takes you by surprise that you’re willing to give up your time for something else - someone else, rather; a stranger.  author’s note | havent written in so long that i just had to put something out there. im really sorry for being so inactive! :( 
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An extended but lonely crack slithers down the bathroom mirror, grazing your reflection on the glass that is opaque with moisture. Through the corner of your eye you perceive one-fourth of the aged, spreading tree outside your apartment whenever the old creaking door swings open with the wind. The quiet—but prominent—plop of the water that leaks through the apertures on the pipe hits your ears, and it is only after a while that you find it fills the little space between your toe and the tip of your shoe. The leak doesn’t bother you though. Neither does the crack, nor the random wind gusts. A yellow lip balm bounces in your palm, cap greasy from applying too much on your finger. You would exchange a mere lip balm for a heat pack, but you put it on anyway. The harsh cracks on your lips are now tucked away underneath a tacky layer of cream, and you find it amusing how easily it wears away. 
You are late, for the first time in months. Nothing really bothers you as much as glancing at the clock and seeing its hands where you least expect them to be.
In your defense, it was an afternoon class. You don’t usually have afternoon classes unless your professor needs to reschedule, which, inevitably, resets your agenda for the rest of the day. You, on the other hand, are not used to rescheduling. So when you can’t feel the warm shaft of sunlight skim across your eyelids, instead, only the feeling of cold air brushing past your skin and the faint sound of your alarm, you jolt awake, guilty of sleeping in. You try not blame yourself though—this doesn’t happen everyday and you are still not used to it. 
The station is disposed with a boring facade and a duller interior. The giant vintage clock shows 15:18. The three seater bench still holds too many people.  There is that man with the navy-coloured down jacket behind the counter, uninterested in the regulars who flock to their respective platforms. These are the same sequences, the same faces, like people are helpless boats going with the current. You scrunch up your nose, admitting you are one of them too. 
You make your way inside the train, opting to sit near no one else. It takes a while for you to settle down, but when you do, you catch someone looking at you. Harbor gray coat, brown hair, black mask. You don’t recognise him anywhere on campus. You think maybe he attends one of the afternoon classes, but you don’t assume further. 
15:29.
You leave the train with a spring in your step, but not out of enthusiasm. The familiar crisp white frontage of the building comes into view, your heart skipping a beat as you think of the worst that could happen upon stepping inside the lecture hall. One strap of your tote slides down your shoulder, and just as you are about to pick it up, the other strap goes loose and drags your bag down with it. A couple of coloured pens roll out, you grumble to yourself and crouch down to stop them from rolling any farther. You fail at this, when you turn around to pick up a blue pen and realise that someone else beat you to it. The stranger from the train. 
“Got it,” he chuckles, and you feel embarrassed. He returns your pen, but his eyes don’t stop at your hands. His gaze lowers a short distance, you’re almost sure he’s looking at the brick road beneath you, but you’re not really sure why. When you stand back up he vaguely shakes his head, like he’s been thinking about something else, but you don’t miss it.  
“Thank you,” you say, too fast that it almost sounds insolent. 
“Don’t worry about it,” he returns with a smile behind his mask. “I’m Renjun, by the way.” He extends his hand for you to shake. What’s he doing? Why's he acting like he’s about to proceed with an interview or something?
You learn that he really does want to “interview” you. “I’m a youtuber,” he informs. It is only then that you realise someone else is standing behind him, occupied with a camera. 
“Oh,” you eventually reply, but nothing else. He waits for the typical “that’s cool!” but you are too quiet, Renjun can practically hear someone making a fuss about her peppermint hot chocolate being too hot in the distance. “Do you mind if I ask you a few questions? It’s for a youtube video.” He speaks up. You say nothing at first. Your fingers that hide underneath the rib-knit cuff curl into a ball. You feel the crack that litters your lower lip flaunt itself, the thick lip balm that conceals it long gone. You seem even more conscious of your worn out shoes that somehow feel damper than they already are. Putting your weight on one leg, you try your best to decline him in the most mannerly way possible. 
“I’m really sorry but I’m actually late to class.”
You can’t see his smile but you know it falters. His glasses droop a little, you see the red marks on the bridge of his nose. “I see.” Is all he says. He looks back at his friend and shrugs. “Thank you, anyways.” Your stomach churns. You don’t want to be the reason he leaves empty handed, yet he is leaving, empty handed and all. Somehow, your concern for punctuality slowly withers away.
“No, wait,” you catch his fingers just before he turns the other way. He winces. Not because of the sudden swell of your voice, but because your hands are a little too cold. You steal a glance at the watch on your wrist. 15:32. Renjun finds your eyes. He doesn’t say it, that your hands are too cold, but he takes them in his own, warming them up. Strangely enough, your whole body heats up at the gesture. 
“Class can wait, whatever. What’d you want to ask me?”
Renjun’s eyes all but light up. He signals for his friend to start filming. “Alright, a few questions about college, I’m going to try and guess your major.”
“Oh, that’s new,” you raise an eyebrow. “Did you come up with the idea?”
“Nah,” Renjun laughs, he brings up a hand to push his hair back. “Just following a trend.”
15:33. You nod. “Alright, go on.”
You notice a few things about Renjun. The way he speaks, like you’ve known each other for a long time. The way his hair isn’t exactly brown, rather russet, a little red. When you look closer into his eyes, you see they match his hair. You wish you could see his lips, see if they’re as cracked as yours, if he puts lip balm on a little too much, but the black mask he wears that almost reaches his eyes tells you it’s too early for that. Perhaps, if he lowers the article just a few inches, you’ll understand that the circles beneath his eyes mean that he’s equally as tired as you. He asks you questions, not rushed, and though you are definitely late to class, you couldn’t bring yourself to care anymore.
“Might have an idea,” he looks to the camera tentatively, then back to you. “Chemistry?”
“You’re good,” your compliment reaches his ears. “How’d you guess?”
Renjun punches the air in glee as if he won the lottery. “Honestly, couldn’t get a single clue from what you said. But I saw your Analytical Chemistry book peeking out from your tote when it fell.” 
“Whoops, my bad.” You share a laugh. 
“And as a thank you for the—” he scrutinizes his watch, “—five minutes I just took from your time, this is for you.” A heat pack. You didn’t know how much you needed one until your hands reach for the item almost immediately.
15:38. You squeeze the pad as heat begins to radiate from it. Renjun’s friend lowers the camera as soon as you’re done filming, and it is then that Renjun seems like he has something else on his mind.
“Uhm,” he half-whispers. You look at him, confused. “Your shoes.”
You know what he means. Your shoes leave ambiguous trails of dirt, just slightly. Renjun notices it though. Your shoes are rather soggy, like they were deliberately dipped in water. Traces of soil scatter the outsole, centimetres up and you’ll see a small patch of fabric, sewn on to cover the hole that’s exposing your toes. You tremble slightly, bringing your right foot behind your left in an attempt to hide it from him. No one has ever pointed it out.
“Oh. They’re old, but, they work.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” he scoffs lightly. “Let me buy you new ones.”
“No.” You realise that comes out too abruptly. “Please, that’s really unnecessary.”
15:39.
“You’re late to class,” he reasons with you. “At least let me make it up to you.” The obscure rift on your bottom lip bleeds a little. You like to bite it whenever you feel nervous. Renjun reaches for his phone in the pocket of his ivory trousers and hands it to you. 
“We can go over the details through text,” he subtly looks at his friend, wanting to know if the gesture is okay. “If you don’t mind, of course.”
15:40. You give in. Your fingers are stiff—you realise you’re giving your number to a stranger, so you take some time to secretly ponder over the situation, although you hate to admit Renjun feels more like a new friend. He sends you a message once you give him his phone back just to make sure you get his number. 
“Thank you,” you smile at him. “That’s really kind of you.”
15:41.
You hesitate before a hand comes up to wave at him and his friend, though the heat pack is still crushed between your fingers. Renjun pulls his mask down for the first time, and it would be weird to say you were waiting for it. For his smile. You can perceive through the white fabric whenever it shifts that he is smiling underneath there, but now it’s irrefutable, the evidence that he actually is smiling, and you’re glad that’s the last thing you see before the customary sight moulds into view, once again. 
If someone had told you this morning that you’d be willing to sacrifice your punctuality for a stranger, you’d knock some sense into them. But as you stand before the doors to the lecture hall, phone in your grip as you stare at the cerulean waters you fancy as your lock screen, no, rather, the notification that overlays it “let me know when you’re in class, i feel responsible lol”, the unusual feeling that blooms inside your chest reminds you that you could live a little less orderly and a little more self-willed.
15:43.
You’re thirteen minutes late. Though now, nothing really bothers you as much as not being able to concentrate in class because he’s all you can think about. 
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yayteaberry · 4 years ago
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*SFW* Sunflower (Momo)
In retrospect, you may have had a crush on Momo from the moment you officially met her. That would’ve been your third year of school, when you came to Japan.
You were born in America but the hero programs in any state didn’t compare to UA, so your parents moved to Sakai to pursue your education in the hopes that it’d give you an edge. And that’s how you met Momo, instantly making friends with her as she seemed like she needed one.
Naturally you’ve always been extroverted, Momo being a more reclusive child meant that it was a perfect contrast of excitability to her peacefulness.
For some reason you were enamored with her, you’d follow her to the ends of the earth if she asked it of you. A strong bond formed that way, that promise to be there for each other goes both ways. Honestly you might be in love with her at this point.
It’d be difficult to say you weren’t, everything she did seemed perfect to you. She’s incredibly smart, adorable near constantly, admirable in her goals, there isn’t a thing you would change even if you could.
Today has gone the usual pace, extremely boring until combat training, and extremely boring after. Taking English seems a little unnecessary to you right now, but you do understand that a large part of marketing depends on western audiences since they’re the ones who tend to go overboard on obsessing over such things.
All in all, you find it worth it since Momo loves the current unit studying the Shakespeare play ‘romeo and juliet’.
“It’s just so romantic!”, Momo gushes before taking a sip of tea, “I can’t stop thinking about that quote, ‘A rose by any name would smell as sweet’.”
You nod, “It really is.”
The both of you are relaxing in the dorms common room, idly watching a show you’ve never seen before on TV. She’s sat next to you on the couch, legs crossed with her plate for her cup resting on her upper thigh, you sitting as unladylike as humanly possible per the usual.
“Roses are romantic in general, I’d hope to encapsulate their atmosphere of love and dedication. Maybe someday I’ll remind someone of one.”, she says wistfully.
You shake your head with a chuckle, “Well you’ve never reminded me of one, I think they’re overrated. You remind me of a sunflower.”
“Is that a crack at my height?”, she quips dryly, putting her cup down with a quiet ‘clink’.
“Nah, I’m pretty sure I’m an inch taller for one,”, you say passively as you sit up, invested in the fight scene playing out, “and for two it’s because of who you are as a person. They’re tall, sure, but nobody really thinks of that first when they think of one.”
“Well what do they think of?” She asks curiously, more focused on you than the TV.
“Warmth. Comfort. Strength. A rose is delicate, they need a specific type of dirt, a specific allotment of water per day or they’ll wilt and die. Sunflowers are resilient and function with anything thrown their way. They root themselves in rocky soil, they withstand hostile wind, it’s common for them to be the only sunflower in that particular spot despite all those aesthetic pictures of ‘em in fields.” You aren’t thinking about what you’re saying, just letting it all flow freely without the usual censoring you do. “They’re a beautiful flower no matter what, but they handle themselves with a composition that roses couldn’t ever hope to achieve. When I think of a rose I think of a borderline sickly and needy little thing, when I think of a sunflower I think of tenacity and adaptability.”
Too absorbed into the show, you don’t see the pink across the bridge of her nose or the way her eyes are wide open, unsure of how she should respond, so she doesn’t. You barely remember you’ve said anything at all, time passing smoothly for you.
Though you lose interest once all the action is over, turning to see what Momo is up to since she’s been quiet for a while. Like she usually does when lost in thought, she’s got her eyebrows knitted together as she stares a hole into the carpet, drumming her fingers along her cup.
“Whatcha thinkin about?”, you ask as you scoot closer to her, breaking her out of her mental labyrinth.
She blinks a few times and offers an odd laugh, “O-Oh! Nothing, just… Nothing! It’s nothing.”
“Okay?”, you say with a drawn out O, “You absolutely sure it’s nothing?” 
With a nod she stands, dropping the cup's plate onto the floor. She swipes it up before you can even bend over for it, hurriedly shuffling off towards the dorm kitchen without another word.
You just sit in place, seriously confused over the abnormal behavior.
… Did what’s playing on TV bother her? Sometimes she thinks about the logistics of certain things too hard but there’s nothing that happened that should upset her like that.
After a solid ten minutes passes and she doesn’t return, you follow her into the kitchen to see if she’s still there.
She is, just as you suspected, leaning against the counter with a hand at the side of her face as she’s gotten lost in thought again.
"Hey?", you say to announce your presence, which doesn't work to get her attention so you stand beside her and give a concerned hum, "Momo?"
That works well enough, her jumping slightly. "Y-yes?"
 "Are you okay? You're not usually like this, what's wrong?", worrying for her well-being leaks into your words, tone drenched with it.
"... It's just...", she pauses to give a frustrated grunt at her inability to express herself how she internally wants, "Just, I can't stop thinking about what you said."
Your heart sinks into your stomach at that, what did you say to her!?
"I guess I didn't see how much I feared that I was fragile, I tend to stiffen up sometimes and I'm more sheltered than others because of my well off background. It means a lot that you said what you did, validates me more than I thought I needed." She smiles and sighs, "More so, I don't understand why it's making me react like this." It's now that you notice how her cheeks are tinted pink, her awkward posture adding to her cute appearance.
"Huh, I'm glad I could help you feel better then.", you say as you force your eyes off of her and onto the coffee pot across the room. 
"Hearing that was nearly hypnotizing, I couldn't stop staring at you!", she giggles as she speaks, "It's like that made me fall in love with you even more!" At first you were going to laugh with her but that second sentence has you frozen, sight locked onto her as you turn bright red. 
She meets your eyes and neither of you can do anything now, locked into a standstill as her words hang in the air. You're looping it over and over in your head already, only able to remember bits and pieces of what you'd said to her earlier despite how desperately you're tugging at your memory.
Does... She feels the same..?
You open your mouth to speak but only huff with a nervous chuckle, rubbing at the back of your neck as your brain turns to mush. A second attempt proves just as successful, until you decide to just go for it. Fuck it, you've been holding back on this for years now.
"Momo," you say tenderly as you take both of her hands into yours, "I think... N-No, it's definite, I know that how I feel about you is concrete."
Her eyes glance down to your lips briefly, tempting you to do the same, finding that it makes you light headed to indulge in thinking about how plush her lips are. She takes care of herself extremely well, her skin is always so ungodly soft and you know those lips have to be the same, it's a guilty pleasure of yours to daydream about what it'd be like.
Here's your chance.
Taking the lead, you lean in close with hesitance, gauging her reaction. Like a deer in headlights she stands in place, though when you stop moving you notice that she'd been leaning in too. Your heart feels like it might pop from the tension, her hands squeezing yours in anticipation.
"Heya, kero.", chirps Tsuyu as she wanders into the kitchen innocently, not noticing the moment she was now a part of because she's making a line straight for the fridge, unaware of the position you're in.
Just as your lips brush against hers you recoil to turn towards your friend, letting go of Momo as you turn tomato red, ears burning with embarrassment.
"Hi!", you nearly shout back with way too much volume, smiling tensely, taking a step away from Momo.
Tsuyu grabs a can of soda and closes the fridge, opening it as she looks directly at you both. "... Is everything okay here?"
"Yes! Perfect! Couldn't be better!", you nearly cut her off with your over-enthusiastic response. You go to spare Momo a glance only to watch as she flees the scene, making you jealous and lonely at the same time.
Tsuyu hums sarcastically, “Sure. Better go say something to her before the moment passes.”
“What moment?” Even you have to admit that you’re a terrible liar.
She rolls her eyes as she pops the tab on her can, calmly walking towards the common room.
You give yourself a second to panic before you lightly jog towards the girls wing, knowing she’s likely smothering herself in her bed right now.
When you get to her door, you find yourself hesitating.
She’s your best friend! You can totally talk to her about this!
… Except that you just confirmed your feelings for her, something you’ve never talked about in any way.
Neither of you have ever discussed having a crush with one another, it just didn’t happen intense enough to merit a conversation. You make a jokes about how you’re likely a lesbian, does that count?
Ah why is this so difficult! She was about to kiss you, she feels the same way you do! Unless she didn’t… Oh god what if she wasn’t doing anything because she wasn’t into it. Oh god! How can you ever be near her again if she actually did mean that comment as a joke?
Is that why she ran off? Does she need time alone? Would you be intruding? Is this crossing a line?
In the middle of your anxiety digging a hole into your brain, her door opens, snapping you out of it.
There she stands, as pink as ever, fidgeting with her hands as she keeps her sight firmly on the floor. You try to say something but your words catch in your throat, rendering both of you useless for the moment.
“I-I think I’m in love with you!”, in blurt-mode you say that at an unacceptable volume for such a phrase, hands balled at your sides to help you force it out. “No one compares to you in my life, t-there’s never been anyone like you that I’ve even heard about! And, and I just, god, Momo I wanna kiss you so bad it’s stupid,”
Like a caveman pouring her heart out, you put it all on the table, awaiting the response of the potential love of your life. She’s not fragile physically but emotionally she really can be, for a moment you contemplate whether you ruined everything by being so upfront.
Though it’s all dismissed when she surprises you by closing the gap and kissing you, grabbing at your forearms to keep balance. Your eyes are wide, secretly enthralled by how determined her expression is, her eyes tightly closed.
When she pulls away you follow closely to give her one of your own, face aching from the continual blushing you’ve done for the last ten minutes. She doesn’t stop you, soft hands cradling your jaw as you wrap your arms around her, her knees going weak prompting you to take a few steps into her room to keep her standing. 
This time you allow her to pull away, heart once again dropping to see that she’s on the verge of tears. “Are you okay?”, you ask as you loosely let go, not moving any.
“Y-Yeah! I um…”, she clears her throat, blinking away at the water blurring her sight, “For so long I’ve been so scared you didn’t feel the same, a-and I got scared I was projecting onto you. But, this is happening, and… It feels really good…”
You’re moved by that, sniffling with a wide smile. “Jeeze, and here I was thinking the exact same thing. Kinda dumb of us both, huh?”
From the doorway Mina laughs, “We’re lesbians, I think it comes with the territory to be stupid.”
“God damn, is every girl here gay? My gay-dar doesn’t work at all.”, you ask yourself with a huff, pinching at the bridge of your nose.
Momo shoves her face into your shoulder and mumbles to herself, “Why can’t we just be alone…”
“Wait! How long have you been there!”, you ask with confusion, turning to look towards your pink friend.
“Like two seconds, I just sensed something happening when I heard yelling and had to come see! I’m so glad you two talked things out, it was so intense waiting for this.”, she says with the usual excitement reserved for a reality show.
“Are - were we that obvious?” Incredulous, you raise your eyebrows as you sift over what this all must’ve looked like from a distance.
“Mhm”, she takes her cellphone out as she talks, “I thought you guys were already dating until I found out you weren’t! Everyone is gonna be psyched!”
“Everyone!?”, both you and Momo exclaim, filled with dread at the prospect of becoming a piece of gossip to be spread around. Well, spread around for the second time apparently.
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razorblade180 · 4 years ago
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Shackles 10: Beasts
[part 9]
“You know I’m really getting tired of walking through hot rocky deserts.”
“Yang, you’re the last person I want to hear complain about the heat.” Ilia grunted. “Just be thankful we aren’t in Menagerie.”
“We marched through it yesterday for a couple days.”
“Oh….well then stop complaining! Dawn has barely broke and Vacou is marginally less hot. These two know what I’m talking about.”
Blake and Jacquelyn remained silent. Both were lost in thought, mentally preparing for what was ahead. Ilia clicked her tongue. She looked at the spot marked on her map to make sure she hadn’t messed up the directions.
Blake could hear her teammate’s heartbeats as they walked. Jacquelyn might’ve been quiet but her heartbeat was faster than a hummingbird. Yang’s beat like a steady drum while Ilia’s, well, it was actually calm. Not a beat of worry. Blake was envious.
“What I wouldn’t give to be calm like you.”
Ilia looked back at her briefly before looking onward. “There’s nothing you have to give. Last time I checked we were taught to be calm by the same person. Though I guess…it was more of a quiet rage. He had that in common with my parents.”
“Has.” Jacquelyn corrected. “And I wouldn’t say his rage was quiet. Sometimes it felt like he could only scream into the wind.”
Yang raised her brow. “Wasn't that annoying? Concerning even?”
“Rage doesn’t do well bottled up. Should I have been concerned and annoyed when you yelled at me?”
“I…that is…” Yang sighed, giving up on a response.
“Rage like this can’t be solved immediately with wimpy meditation practices or a stress ball. Better to shout in a nameless desert than to go around breaking things. Anyways, that hasn’t happened in awhile. Adam has been lost in thought lately more than anything. Now that’s concerning. Being alone with your thoughts is risky business. I’m sure we all agree on that.”
Ilia stopped walking as she made it over a dune. “I don’t know. Thoughts are probably the best thing in a place like that.” She points down towards a lone rock plateau with a tattered wooden mineshaft entrance.that’s blocked by debris. “We made it.” Blake and Jacquelyn said nothing as they began walking ahead of her. Small talk was over.
Yang took a deep breath. She was never one to be nervous about situations like these. Being a huntress meant you saw some disturbing things by nature, but that didn’t stop the air itself from feeling dead. Blake described the scent as a slaughter house earlier. Somehow, Yang could tell she was right. “We ready for this? Who knows what is waiting for us inside.”
“Ready as we’ll ever be. Ilia will stand guard outside. We don’t want them knowing our numbers fully or any backup arriving. You and Jacquelyn back me up while I take the lead.”
“Works for me. But…” Yang approached the entrance and pressed up against a support beam, widening the entrance as debris crumbled out of the way. “That’s better. I’d rather have a quick escape instead of a squeeze through when things get loud, because it’s definitely going to.”
Blake smiled. “Quiet was never your thing anyways, but remember, this is a dust mine. Dried up or not, let’s not shoot anything immediately.” Blake walked in with her swords ready. Jacquelyn followed second with Wilted Rose on her hip.
Yang gave Ilia a wink before following the other two. The shaft didn’t take long before it started sloping down into darkness. A problem for anyone not hanging out with a faunus with great eyesight, or a girl whose hair glows like a torch on command. Normally that would be a benefit, but it made things all the more uneasy for Yang.
“Don’t you think it’s a little too dark in here? I mean…I don’t think the guards themselves could see; unless…” she trailed off. Breaking their focus was the last thing she wanted, but Yang was certain they already knew. Step by step the cave expanded. Water dripped down to the pools below. Faint clinging metal grew louder while Yang’s light revealed rusted cell bars, chains, and mining tools. A thick, potent odor hung in the air so intensely that it made swallowing difficult.
“Don’t look inside, not yet.” Jacquelyn uttered, holding back her gagging.
Blake marched forward. “Smell getting to you?”
“It’s not the stench that makes me want to hurl.”
At last they reached the end of the holding area to reach another passageway. Light curved through it and Blake’s pace slowed.
“What’s wrong?”
“I hear people. Dozens of them. Workers and…the rest.”
Jacquelyn’s eyes glowed. “Then what are we waiting f-”
“They aren’t moving. Everyone’s just…” Blake approached cautiously, crouched and weary. A knot festered deep inside her. Tears she restrained kept fighting to the surface the closer she got to turning the corner until Blake finally came around. In front of her was the main area. Faunus of every kind stuffed into this giant chasm. Men, women, and children bound in shackles all over the place while guards over watched them; yet nobody was working. They all were watching a man on a platform make another example of the very person that brought them here. Without thinking, Blake spoke.
“A-Adam…?” She said barely above a whisper, yet all heard her in the deathly quiet chamber.
Guards and prisoners alike turned to her in surprise. Jacquelyn and Yang came in soon after with their own look of shock at what they were witnessing. Tired, dread, shock, pain, terror, rage, lifelessness; so many expressions stared at the three from the prisoners who cowarded and guards that pulled weapons.
“Halt. Let’s not be too hasty.” Sobek said, turning around to view his arrival. They couldn’t help but notice his white lab coat stained in red that matches the curved knife he currently wiped on his sleeve. “My goodness. Well isn’t this quite the surprise. I should’ve known catching a big fish and the fact some of my men hadn't returned in a while meant someone was gonna come knocking on my door, but my wildest dreams didn’t think it would be you. Ms. Blake Belladonna, welcome to Purgatory. I’d shake your hand but…” he grabbed Adam by the hair to lift his battered face, but that was tame compared to the gashes and massive bruises that riddled his body in red and purple. “I’ve been pretty busy.” He lit Adam’s head droop limply again.
Overwhelmed, neither Blake or Jacquelyn could speak. The two had yet to shake the shock of it all. As for Yang, she chose to break formation and get in front of both of them. “Why?” That’s all she could ask. That’s all there was to ask. Yang was so caught up by the horrific sight before her that she failed to realize her eyes had long abandoned their lilac color.
Sobek smiled at her. “What’s this, a human? Well I suppose wonders never cease. Caring humans do exist but to find one here is both shocking and unfortunate. You see these monsters before you aren’t worth your compassion. Every last one of them are affiliated and conspired with the very group that poisons the world you and I cherish.”
“That does not answer the question! Why the hell are you hunting people?”
“Animals! How many times do I-” He took a breath, composing himself. “These animals do nothing but spread misery, breed hate. They teach it to their vermin and drag the good faunus through the mud! Just like they did with my daughters! The White Fang aren’t faunus. They’re animals that need to be tamed; and the ones that can’t get put down! The High Leader understands.”
Blake tensed up. All eyes shifted to her and her alone.
“It was faunus like you that showed the rotten parts. The posers and liars that threatened good names. You yourself waged war against the splinter cell this filth-”
“Let him go.” Blake finally spoke. Her voice trembled. The taste of iron hit her mouth as her teeth clenched and pupils constricted. “Let them all go, right now!” She yelled.
The charisma the man held faded. “Excuse me? S…Surely you’re not defending them?”
“And why wouldn’t I!? This…it’s sick. In what right mind does any of this make sense? All you’re doing is hurting people.”
“They get what they deserve.”
“AND WHO ARE YOU TO JUDGE!?” Blake could feel her blood boil. Her nail pierced skin and she could feel her heart pound. “I don’t give a damn what your reasons are. I don’t care if anyone in here took lives. This is not how things work. You don’t get to decide others' lives, especially after this!”
“You stand here before me and defend the likes of Adam Taurus, terrorist?”
“I defend life.” Blake pointed her sword towards the man. “I defend change, no matter how bleak!”
“……I see. So you're a beast after all. Then mourn for them.” Sobek withdrew his hospitality, and then snapped his fingers. The guards took their weapons, then went for the prisoners to immediately beat, stab, and shoot whoever.
Yang wasn’t prepared for what happened next. Before she could even act, Blake had let out a scream of pure anger, leaping through the air to Sobek while a trail of tears were left behind. The scientist had made a mad dash towards a metal down with Blake in pursuit.
“Blake!? Don’t go alo-shit!” Yang dove back into the passage they came from to avoid gunfire. “Damn it all!” Yang readied her for a shoot out when the sound of lightning rattled her ears, followed by the sound of several yells before silence returned. Yang looked out and found gunmen on the floor, Jacquelyn walking by them.
The maiden said nothing. Her goal was a simple one and if she was honest with herself, everything else was white noise at the moment. Wind lifted her up to Adam’s platform. Jacquelyn gripped the shackles that strung him up, freezing them until they shattered like glass. His body fell onto hers and she fell to her knees. The world gave Jacquelyn her fair share of tragedy, but this was too cruel to comprehend. His face was so swollen the skin was purple, his good eye swelled shut. Blood leaked and clotted all over his torso and back from stabs, gashes, shocks, and the broken bones.
“Adam?” She uttered, but no response was given. She leaned down to hear the faintest sign of breathing and a weak beating heart. What should’ve sparked hope only made her cry. They had kept him conscious through so much and now his body…
Guards begin to circle around them aim their guns. “Don’t move! Step-” the guard couldn’t even finish his demands before letting out a strained cough as the rock wall behind him shot out like a spear through him.
“I’ll kill you.” Jacquelyn lifted her head, making all the guards shake in fear of her glowing tear filled eyes. The wind picked up around her and the air began to freeze. “I’LL KILL ALL OF YOU!”
“FIRE!” The guards shot into blistering winds that cut and carved the area around their target, firing back ice and imposing the pressure of her storm to the point the entire cavern shook.
“Give me a break. So much for dust safety.” Yang ran through the area, punching and shooting unsuspecting enemies caught up in the whirlwind of dust as she made her way to prisoners; tearing apart chains and yanking them out of walls. “If you can walk then help those who can’t!” She shot falling debris from afar that nearly blocked the exit. “Hey! You’re going to bury us!” Yang’s words didn’t reach the emotional woman holding her partner. Yang looked around frantically. Guards still poured in, some tried escaping, and others ran to where Blake left. All while prisoners either ran for safety or layed dying; beyond the limit of what they could take. “C’mon, act Xiao Long. Act!”
Her feet moved without thinking. Yang didn’t know how this was going to end but if she wanted the best then she’d have to reach for it with her own hands. If that meant rushing head first into a snow storm then so be it. Her hair ignited into pure flames and her clothes kindled like dying embers. Yang lunged right into the dome of wind to grab Jacquelyn.
“Jackie, get a grip! People need us right now. We’ll all die here if this keeps up.” She put her hands on the sides of Jackie's face. “Hey hey hey, look at me.”
Jacquelyn looked Yang in the eye. “He…He’s dying.” Her hands pressed against open wounds. Fire and ice sealed and cauterized wounds but what good it did was unclear.
“Adam’s a stubborn bastard. He cheated death before and he’ll do it again.”
“But-”
“I will take care of Adam! I promise.” Yang put her hands on Jacquelyn’s. “You take care of the guards following their boss and back up Blake. I hate to say it but I don’t like my odds going through that door, so I’ll get these people out. Okay?”
“E…Even if I barrel through them all I don’t know if I can handle-”
“They’re… weak.” Adam mumbled, gaining their attention. He could barely see or move but managed to move his hands enough to grab Jackie’s. “All mutilated, barely trained; but insane. Sobek, he… Atlas.” He coughed blood.
“Adam!”
“Just…grab Blake.” His consciousness faded in and out. However, Adam managed to squeeze Jackie’s hand for reassurance before going silent.
“Well you heard the guy. Though if you do see a chance to grab the bastard…”
“Oh you don’t have to tell me twice.” Jacquelyn was hesitant but gave Adam to Yang. She finally stood up, gripping the hilt of the crimson blade on her. “I’ve always wanted to do this.” With one fluid motion she drew the blade while channeling her magic. A fierce and single slash cut through the wind; pushing it out with force that pushed everyone while the attack cut the metal door down. Jacquelyn didn’t delay any further in doing what she was asked. Yang put Adam on her back best she could. Thankfully he was able to wrap his arms over her shoulders.
“Do me a favor and don’t fall off.”
“Do me a favor and don’t get me shot.”
Yang groaned. Of all the people she had to save. Right on que, bullets flew their way. Time to head out. Yang did her best to run with the extra baggage. Adam honestly wasn’t too heavy but that wasn’t a good thing realistically. Chances are he hasn’t eaten much in days. If it wasn’t for the swelling then the man’s features would’ve been sunken in and pale. Yang can’t say she has compassion for him but she’d be hard pressed to believe she could idly watch if it happened right in front of her. Ruby would say that’s what makes her a hero. It was more frustrating in Yang’s opinion.
“For your sake I hope you’re worth all this trouble.” Yang kicked downed guards trying to get up from the wind blast to give others more time. “Well at the very least all these people are so I guess I should shut up about it.”
Adam did his best to look at the chaos. His vision couldn’t register faces but he saw how many people pushed and rushed over one another. Though one of them, he couldn’t help but think about Sobek’s words and thought process. It was twisted, outright demented, yet one part of it held true to an extent. Adam felt his ego take a hit. He led them here.
“…I got what I deserve.”
“Tsk, if you ask me you’ve only gotten a piece of it. How you get rest isn’t for me to decide, thank goodness. If I were you I’d start thinking on how-”
“Cells.” He interrupted. “Don’t leave without opening the cells.”
“Huh? Most looked empty or wore silent. No one even came up to bars.”
“A girl, Jasmine, she should be there. Brother too.”
“Dude you can’t afford many detours. I’ll try but no promise we’ll find anything. I’m telling you it was quiet. Dead quiet.” Yang felt ill saying that last part. “What kind of person does this to kids? Can’t imagine a childhood like this.”
Adam’s grip tightened. “I can.”
After a few more minutes of letting stragglers go first and looking out for danger, Yang left the cavern. Defending everyone was a Dream already killed before it could start and she promised to look after Adam so taking her time wasn’t an option. “Do you know what cell?”
“I was strung up on a platform.”
“A no would’ve been fine.” Yang started checking one at a time, punching in doors just in case. It was far too dark to see completely in them otherwise. “Uhh Jasmine? Hello?” She kept looking again and again but no one answered. Yang was about to cut her losses until she heard hissing when a prisoner bumped into a set of bars. “Jasmine?”
No one answered. Yang grabbed the bars and hissing turned to growling. There was definitely someone in there. She busted open the door and stepped in, lighting a section of the area. A gasp escaped her lips at the sight of blood soaked dirt. Pale eyes glowed in the corner. Yang stepped closer carefully until the girl could no longer hide in the dark. A maple skinned girl covered in dirt, sweat, and blood crouched low with eyes as scary as Blake’s; her teeth gritted while the volume of her growl grew louder with her soiled white ears folded back. Yang was easily in no real danger, yet the glare on her was startling. This little girl clearly was ready to kill if need be.
Yang got low. “H-Heeey. Sssshh It’s okay. I’m gonna- ah!” Yang winced. Jacquelyn lunged forward and sunk her teeth into Yang’s good hand. Yang didn’t lose composure. She reached out with her other hand, rubbing the child’s face. “Feel better? Hehe, let’s get you outta here.”
Jasmine tried biting deeper but was caught off guard by a third hand resting on her head. Her eyes widened once she realized Adam was one the woman’s back. Her jaw loosened up and the rage turned into grief.
“Jasmine, where’s-”
“Adam…?” Yang said, staring to the right. Her light didn’t reach the other side of the cell but it was enough to make a trail of blood and limp arm visible. The two went silent again. Adam pulled Jasmine closer until she climbed up on him, clinging for life as she began to whimper against his back. Yang let her hair fade out and then left, walking through the dark. She didn’t want to see another second in this place.
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Jacquelyn wasn’t much of a better time. Unlike the rest of Purgatory, everything past the medal door reminded her of Atlesian research labs. Including the defenses. Around every corner was an annoyance. Two armed guards tried getting the jump on her but were quickly outmatched. Jacquelyn froze the first with ice breath while the second tried taking a swing at her. Catching the fist, Jacquelyn twisted the guard's arm and pinned her against the wall; draining what aura she could in the process before pressing on. Jacquelyn was thankful Yang calmed her down when she did. Expending more energy like that would've been bad in her condition. Jacquelyn felt like she was running on fumes.
“I can see why my mom never gave me siblings. Gotta make this quick before I’m the one who’ll need saving.” More enemies marched from behind, forcing her to run through the sterile hallways. On the way a trail of several guards were already taken out that led to a bigger group of struggling men. Jacquelyn could make out a pissed off Blake in the middle of it all.
“LET ME GO!” Blake headbutted the one restraining her right arm and swung at the ones in front of her. A burst of strength rushed through her. She gripped the guard on her left arm, flinging them across the room. Blake swiveled around to aim at the ones behind her but Jacquelyn was quicker on the draw. Adam’s signature gun already riddled two with wounds while the blade cut down three more.
“Where’s Sobek?”
“He keeps heading deeper in.” Blake pointed at the scientist’s fallen scales and light trail of blood. “I tried taking a shot but I kept getting swarmed.” Blake noticed the pack behind Jacquelyn and tried running but was immediately grabbed by the wrist. “Jacquelyn!?”
“It’s a trap. We both know that.”
“We’ve known that from the jump. If we corner him then-” Blake and Jacquelyn shot past each other at the same time before standing back to back. Jacquelyn slammed her hand on the ground and conjured ice walls to by time. “Damnit! There’s no end!”
“Yeah…let’s retreat.”
“What!? But you’re the one-”
“I know! Believe me, I know. Honestly I want to tell you I came here to back you up but Yang offered to take Adam to safety in exchange for yours.”
Blake’s eyes widened. “Yang…offered?”
“Truth be told, I think it was more self preservation than kindness. Listen I don’t want to get blown up again but Sobek seems like the type to let it all burn when things fall apart. I told you that you’d find your answer when we arrive. Don’t tell me it was to get angry and die?”
“……” Blake shut her eyes and took a breath. It didn’t help. If anything her heart felt like it was beating faster. Pent up frustration gnawed away at her so much she couldn’t stop shaking. Her grip was so tight around Gamble Shroud her hands threatened to bleed. “What did you say earlier outside, about screaming when you’re enraged?”
Jacquelyn chuckled. “We’re well past that point. Don’t tell Adam but I think we should break some shit. Lucky for us we have volunteers. Care for a violent escape?”
Blake turned away from the path deeper into the lab and faced Jacquelyn’s direction, listening to reason. “Back me up. I’d feel guilty if your baby got hurt.”
Now that was an offer Jacquelyn couldn’t refuse. Blake’s kindness managing to shine even while in this situation was something Jacquelyn could only respect. She got behind her. “I’m in your hands. Now let’s get busy.”
Jacquelyn spit the wall in front of them to funnel the lackeys in for Blake to cut loose on with her blades, performing a double cross slash into snap kick that launched one backwards into the group. Keeping on the offensive, Blake followed up with a rising knee to push them further back. A strong gust of wind from Jacquelyn helped increase the force and distance Blake went while suppressing the rest. A guard tried restraining her but only grasped the afterimage while the real one unleashed an aura slash that went through the crowd. Deep cuts engraved the wall and glass shattered. Blake tossed her blades up and went through the halls quickly guiding Jacquelyn safely to the other side.
Pressure filled the air. A dense building of force rose steadily until Jacquelyn couldn’t ignore it. “Blake? What did you do-” the cuts in the wall doubled in size. An almost unseen second flash went through the hall, the blades traveling with it until stopping on a dime in front of Blake for her to grab from the hands of a clone Jacquelyn never saw materialize. It faded as quickly as it was noticed. One by one the guards adamant on killing were dropping like flies.
“A double moon slice? Heh, I guess you really are his disciple at heart.”
“In more ways than one.” Blake flung the blood off her blade while she sharpened them on one another.
“And why would you say that?” Blake looked back at her. The vacant and dim stare she gave expressed a bleak hollowing pain Jacquelyn couldn’t mistake. “Oh…well that’s okay. It just makes you one of us.”
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rebellconquerer · 4 years ago
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oooh, could we get 9 (you're in love with her) for the prompt meme. bucky and sam talking about sarah?
Here you go Anon, angst and feels. Will be crossposted to AO3. Technically a missing scene from In The Woods Somewhere, it'll be a little confusing if you haven't read that. Also it's a bit long.
Sam is worried. He’s trying very hard to hide it as he saunters down the gleaming walkway that leads to the Wakandan apartment they have set Bucky up in for his recuperation, but the fact remains that he is just a bit…worried.
The after had been worse than he expected. After Sarah had left, after Shuri had figured out the deprogramming, after they had started the process. He'll be honest, he hadn't been around much the first time. A mix of him not really knowing or trusting Bucky when this happened before (and vice versa), combined with Steve's almost obsessive need to shelter and protect Bucky then.
Still, the deprogramming had gone about as well as could be expected and Sam had remained with Buck until midway through the first week when major cities across Europe had started to be attacked by some weird environmental monsters. Hill, and then Fury himself, had reached out to say that the kid, Spiderman or whatever, had the situation under control and that they would call in reinforcements if they needed it. So Sam had stayed with Bucky for the first couple of days after the deprogramming as they were testing it to make sure it took, then some tv nutjob had leaked the kid's name.
Very few of the Avengers bothered with secret identities, but the kid was like 15 or something, so Hill had requested Captain America come help out with PR, ensuring that no one believed a teenager could be one of the Avengers.
Sam had said no initially, obviously, but Bucky had insisted he was fine and didn't need a babysitter. Had even managed to say it without that crazed, trapped animal look behind his eyes he got sometimes, so Sam had jetted off to New York for a few days. He had gotten exactly two texts from Bucky during that time. One that said 'I'm fine, mom' on day one and a thumbs-up emoji on day three.
Then Sarah had called him, trying to be all relaxed and casual as she fished for what the hell was going on in Wakanda cause Bucky hadn't spoken to her or responded to her since she left. As ancient as the dinosaurs though Buck may be, he damn well knows how to use a phone, and him deliberately cutting himself off is… concerning.
He comes to the right apartment number and knocks, then waits, then knocks again. Still no response. Sam frowns. He knows he's in there. Shuri told him they've still been monitoring his vitals and that he had requested a bit of time to himself in the aftermath, but he wasn't in the clear yet so she knew where he was.
Sam pounds on the door again.
"Buck, it's me. You gonna open up?"
Silence.
"Ok, Bucky, here's the thing, you either let me in or I'm calling Ayo or Shuri to override this lock… come on, man. Please." Sam whispers at the door, knowing Bucky's advanced hearing will pick it up.
He doesn't want to call in reinforcements and doesn't want to invade Bucky's space if it's not necessary, but as he mentioned before, he's worried.
He waits for one, then another overly long minute before the door finally opens.
Bucky looks like shit. His hair is messy and greasy. His blue eyes stand out as bright spots in the pallor of his face, broken only by the intense, almost bruise-like dark circles under his eyes. His cheekbones don't stand out as much as they did when Sam left so at least he was gaining back the weight he had lost, but he's standing with a blanket around his shoulders, hunched in and holding himself like the feral creature he hasn't been in years.
"Buck?-"
"You wanted to see me, you've seen me. Can you go now?" Bucky says flatly, eyes glinting with the acerbic 'fuck off' his lips haven't yet formed.
Oh hell no.
Sam slips his foot in the door just as Bucky goes to close it, preventing it from shutting. When Bucky pulls the door back open, Sam slips inside, pushing past Buck as quickly as he can.
Bucky growls, closing the door behind him and turning a glare on Sam.
"No please, come in. I'm definitely in the mood for visitors." Bucky says sarcastically.
Sam glances around the room. It's a lot like the first apartment they all stayed in together. Floor to ceiling windows cover one whole wall, the kitchen is immaculate, clearly unused, like most of the rest of the space, save for the couch where the cushions have been left haphazardly on the floor.
"Buck. What the hell is going on here?" Sam asks, voice coming out much softer than he intended. Bucky'd been in rough shape when he left, but he had been clearly on the mend. That was the only reason Sam'd even agreed to go help out.
"Nothing. I'm fine. I don't need you here." Bucky grits out, that muscle in his jaw flexing.
Sam stares for a minute then sighs. He's starting to get it, the lines of pain that seemed to carve through Steve whenever Bucky had pushed him away. It's hard for Sam to see the desperate way Bucky is holding himself while still pulling away, and Sam hasn't been his lifelong best friend.
"Look Buck, you're entitled to a couple bad days, but I'm going to need you to convince me that this is a par for the course breakdown and not something worse 'cause we've had a monumentally rough couple of weeks," Sam says clearly.
Bucky holds his gaze for a long moment before the harsh lines of his face seem to soften and he ducks around Sam, heading back to the couch.
"Like I told you, I'm fine." He mutters as he moves. "It's just… the come down from the deprogramming is a bitch, ok?"
Sam frowns, following him to the couch and sitting next to him.
"Would you like to elaborate, Buck?"
Bucky sighs, scrubbing both hands through his messy hair.
"Best as I understand it, it's like coming down from a high or something. There are a lot of biochemicals involved in the process and the washout… well it sucks." He shrugs. "Plus the process itself is like opening Pandora's box up here," he mutters, tapping the side of his head. "It leaves me… what I mean is it makes me-"
"Your nightmares get worse." Sam finishes for him. Bucky doesn't look up, doesn't say or do anything really.
Sam huffs. "Why didn't Shuri tell me? I expect this bullshit from you, but from her?"
Bucky goes very still, continuing to avoid eye contact. It finally clicks.
"She doesn't know, does she? You never said and… neither did Steve. That's why the two of you were hold up on that little farm for so long after. For god sake, why the hell didn't you say anything Buck?"
Sam doesn't try to hold back the frustration bleeding into his voice.
"That child has more than enough of my pain on her hands. She doesn't need any more. And I'll remind you… I never expected to have to do this again." Bucky finishes softly. Sam's anger deflates as suddenly as it started.
They sit in silence for a minute, Sam watching Bucky, Bucky pretending that Sam isn't watching him until Sam finally breaks.
"Is this why you haven't spoken to Sarah? She called me, you know, said you'd been ducking her calls."
Bucky's expression changes minutely then and if Sam hadn't known him as well as he does, if they hadn't been basically living in each other's pockets for the last year, he wouldn't have recognized it: a quick flash of guilt.
"Buck, what's going on in that head of yours?" Sam asks seriously. "Didn't I tell you if you break her heart I'd break your legs?"
Bucky huffs out a bitter laugh. "Actually the last I heard on the matter you said you'd kill me if I hurt her but we'd be ok. Way to send mixed messages by the way buddy."
Sam can't sit still any longer. This whole experience is surreal. God, he needs a vacation. He strolls over to the kitchen, filling a glass with water for himself and another for Buck. He places the second glass in front of Bucky and backs up to lean on the counter, careful not to hover.
He takes a long drink, draining half the glass in one go as Bucky just stares at his.
“How was New York?” Bucky eventually asks.
Sam shrugs. “Went okay. No one is quite ready to call Captain America a liar to his face, even that piece of shit blowhard.”
That earns him a small smile from Bucky. “You think it’ll hold?”
“Well, they’ve got Pepper, Rhodey, Hill and Fury against them. I’m not sure much could stand up to that team long term so I wouldn’t worry about it.” Sam replies. Bucky isn't going to succeed in changing the topic, but maybe going the long way around will help.
They drop back into the silence. “I think Shuri is gonna let me go in a few days. The deprogramming seems to be holding.” Bucky finally says, still staring unblinkingly at his water.
Sam sighs. “You ready to come back to Delacroix?”
Bucky makes an uncomfortable-looking face, a strange cross between constipated and in pain. “I-I was actually going to go back to New York. Haven’t been home in a while, you know,” he says carefully.
Sam frowns.
“Alright Barnes, cut the crap. My nephews have been worried about you, Sarah is worried about you. What are you thinking-”
“I’m thinking that maybe this is the time to let it… let it die.” Bucky interrupts, eyes flicking up to Sam, a hard look on his face.
Sam just stands there, gaping at him for a minute.“The fuck do you mean, let it die?”
That unearthly stillness that Bucky usually carries in his frame starts to fray. He stands up, pacing to the window. “Sarah and I had a fight the night before I agreed to let Shuri do the deprogramming,” he says, then just leaves the sentence hanging.
“Yeah, the whole goddamn world could have guessed that." Sam prompts. "You’re stubborn as hell. If she got you to reconsider it wasn’t with sweet nothings whispered into your ear.”
Sam watches the tips of Bucky’s ears go a little bit red as he ducks his head at that. He really doesn’t want to know any details about whatever memory that triggered. Bucky still doesn't continue.
“So what, are you angry with her?” Sam asks.
“What? No! Of Course not!" Bucky responds, turning to face him. He still looks weary and a little… lost.
"She said… she said she didn't think I wanted this life. That I hadn't gotten to choose it and so I was too comfortable throwing it away." Bucky mutters staring at the floor.
Sam frowns in confusion. That was harsh. Probably entirely truthful, but harsh nonetheless. And Sarah said he was tough on Buck.
"Ok…" Sam prompts again.
"She said I needed to think about what I wanted to live for. What future was worth fighting for because without that I'd always be … stuck." Bucky goes quiet again and Sam's frown deepens.
He doesn't get it. Doesn't get what Bucky is trying to tell him. "Ok, so you did that and decided that she isn't in that future?" Sam tries, keeping his voice as flat and without judgment as possible.
Bucky doesn't look at him, just keeps staring at the floor between them, the expression on his face pained. Sam watches him clench and unclench his teeth, the muscle in his jaw jumping. But still, Bucky says nothing.
It's Sam's turn to pace. He pushes up off the counter, walking closer to Bucky as he rubs at his temple. He's tired and stressed and he's been through too much in the last 3 weeks to play decoder with Bucky and his-
He comes to an abrupt stop beside the couch. The gears in his mind grinding to a halt so suddenly he thinks you should be able to hear them shrieking.
He turns to face Bucky, eyes tracing over the tight lines of his body as astonishment slides in under his skin, under his breastbone, and behind his eyes. How had he not seen it before? How had he not noticed?
“You’re in love with her.” he breathes out, the acknowledgement hitting like a brick. Bucky goes absolutely still as Sam stumbles back a few steps, sitting heavily on the arm of the couch.
“That’s what this is about. You’re in love with her and you’re afraid.”
“Look at me Sam, look at me?!” Bucky's voice is raspy, hollowed out. Sam lifts his gaze and meets Bucky's eyes.
“I’m a mess. On a great day, I’m a fucking mess. Most days I feel like I'm barely holding on to who I am because of what I am. On a bad day?” Bucky looks back out the windows, eyes going unfocused. “I shouldn’t be in love,” he whispers flatly. “What right do I have to get this after all the carnage I have caused. What right do I have to bring someone else into the hell that is my life.” He sighs then and leans back on the window, sliding down the glass to sit on the ground. The movement is slow, achingly so, making him look every one of his 107 years.
Sam slips from the arm of the couch coming to sit on the ground facing Bucky.
“This isn’t you Buck." He whispers. "This is the deprogramming and the night terrors. This is the lack of sleep and bone tiredness talking. This isn't you."
Bucky laughs, the sound empty. "Isn't it? Are you sure about that? Because I'm not."
"The two of you have been going great. You haven't been afraid before now, is this all fallout because of what happened, because Buck, you can't let that asshole Novikov take her from you."
Bucky lets out a slow breath, tilting his head back against the glass and staring at the ceiling, face blank. "Too good. It's been too good." He mutters and the last piece of the puzzle falls into place for Sam.
"She told you, didn't she? She told you she loves you."
Bucky's eyes flick down to his, expression sharp. "She told you what she was going to do?" Bucky asks, suspicion clear in his tone.
Sam shakes his head. "She didn't have to. You forget I've known her a lot longer than you have. I know what my sister looks like when she's in love."
He has one of those moments where he wishes Steve were there because he feels he would know what to say to help. But that's not really true. He'd watched Steve stumble through enough of these conversations to know he would be just as lost. Not that it matters. Steve's gone now. Left them both.
"It was fine when it was just you, right? When you'd be the only one risking anything? But it’s different now you know that she’s as far in as you are.” Sam mutters.
Bucky’s staring at the ceiling again, face blank. “That’s not it. I’m not afraid. I’m just seeing things clearly for the first time in a long time.” he mumbles.
Sam’s lips twist into a rueful smile. Clearly? Bucky hasn’t been this muddled in a year. “You know I almost flunked out of Pararescue training?” Sam asks, trying a different tact.
Bucky looks over at him, frowning confusedly. Sam nods slowly, looking down at his hands.
“I got referred by my prior C.O. Spent 2 days in the air over the course of the first week and decided it was not for me. I mean, it was madness, right? Jumping out of a plane with nothing on but some wings someone else had made?”
Bucky smirks. “That’s real hard to believe, Sam. You’re a natural.”
Sam shakes his head. “Nah, Riley was a natural. Took to the skies like a duck to water.” Sam can still hear the excitement in Riley’s voice after his first jump. How he could barely catch his breath to talk because all he wanted to do was laugh and grin.
“Went back to my C.O. Told him thanks for the recommendation but… I couldn’t do it. He fed me this bullshit story about how some scientist somewhere had done some experiment, right? That they gave a group of people some glasses that flipped the world upside down.” Sam looks up at Bucky to find him staring back at him, blank look retreating, intense blue eyes focussed.
“The first two days everyone was walking around bumping into things, begging to be let out of the experiment, but by the end of the third day, they had all adapted. Their world was normal again. He told me to give it three days, and I did.”
Bucky purses his lips and looks away, letting the meaning of the words sink in.“You realise you’d already been there for more than three days, right? You said it was the end of the first week.”
Sam huffs out a tired laugh. “Man, do you ever get tired of being a pain in the ass?” he asks.
Bucky slips into that small, sad smile he wears so well. “All signs point to no,” he mutters back.
“It’s been a long fucking month, Buck. I’m not saying you’re wrong or you’re right, but… just give yourself a moment to adapt to your new normal before you go making any drastic decisions.”
Bucky doesn’t respond for a while, but then he nods slowly, still refusing to look at Sam.
“And honestly, Buck, no jokes this time. Whatever happens, I’ll still be here. You don’t have to be alone.” Sam says as clearly as he can.
Bucky finally looks back over to him. “Guess Steve was right leaving me to you.”
It’s Sam’s turn to look away, laughing. “Nah. He left us to each other,” he replies easily.
“We’re probably giving the punk too much credit. Like he ever thought ahead in his whole stupid life… but… the same goes for you, you know. I’ll be here as long as you need me, for whatever that counts as.” Bucky says.
Sam looks up at him, their eyes meeting and he can’t help but smile, relaxing the tension a little. “So you love her, huh? You realise she’s just a less pretty version of me. This is tantamount to you declaring your undying love of me.”
Bucky lets out an honest to God laugh. “You ever get tired of being so in love with yourself?” he fires back.
Sam shrugs, pushing himself up off the ground and reaching a hand out for Bucky. He looks at it a moment before he grabs on and Sam pulls him to his feet, wrapping one hand around his shoulder and leading him back to the couch.
“Well honestly, someone has to be.” Sam jokes.
Bucky laughs again
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Is family for forever?
(Warning, sexual themes included)
One day, while in chaldea, Rex was on his way back to his room after some time farming. Once he opens the door, he's greeted to an interesting sight.
*door opens*
Rex: finally, time to na- oh fuck!
???: Hola, Rex ;)
Before him laid his sister in law, Caster class servant, Tlazolteotl. Aztec goddess of sin and lust, with her breasts laid bare.
Rex, covering his eyes: Tlaz! What the fuck!?
Tlaz: mmmm.... just waiting for you to come back... wanting a bit of fun...!
Rex: Tlaz! I'm married! To your sister!
Tlaz: I know.... but I'm the patron of adultery remember? So it shouldn't be surprising for me to ask....
Rex: but I'm not a fucking adulterer!
Tlaz: I can change that
Rex: unlikely!
Then the door opens, and Quetz walks in.
Quetz: hola? What's happen- oh! Hermana! Que estas haciendo?!
Tlaz: my job! Technically....
Rex: mi corazon! It's not what you think!
Quetz: I know mi amor, I should've figured she'd pull this.
After a bit, Quetz is seen taking Tlaz out of their room, while Tlaz covers her breasts with her top.
Quetz: ques eso?! Why'd you do that?!
Tlaz: you already know! I'm supposed to test spouses of their loyalty!
Quetz: even for Familia?!
Tlaz: especially for familia!
Quetz: pendeja! Don't do that!
Tlaz: I need to make sure he'd never cheat on you!
Quetz: I already know he won't!
Tlaz: it is my duty to do that, and I want to make sure you won't have your heart broken!
Quetz: ok! Just make sure you don't do it again!
Tlaz: fine! I won't....
Quetz: good!
Some time later, the chaldea group ends up visiting the Enma-tei again. Rex and Quetz decided to go pay the onsen a visit. Rex finishes getting ready but Quetz isn't done yet.
Rex: mi corazon?! You ready to go yet?
Quetz: not yet mi amor! Just a while longer! Just go in without me, I'll be coming!
Rex: okay!
Then Rex enters the onsen, waiting for her to come to him. But while he was waiting, he heard a voice talk to him.
???: Hola Rex...
Rex, surprised: oh!
After recovering from the spook, Rex sees that not far from him was Tlazolteotl again, also enjoying the onsen
Rex: oh... hey there Tlaz...
Tlaz: this onsen thing's pretty nice y'know... reminds me of my temazcals back home.
Rex, nervously: ye-yeah... hehehe... makes sense...
Tlaz: you ever want to visit one of them?
Rex: hehehe... maybe one day with Quetz...
Tlaz: I can accompany you though....
Rex: Tlaz... didn't you already talk to Quetz about this....
Then Tlaz got a bit too close....
Tlaz: oh come on! It's just a steam bath! I'm not gonna... do anything... to ya
Rex: too close! Too close!
???: Hey!
Then Rex and Tlaz looked up to see Quetz at the edge of the bath
Quetz: Tlazolteotl! This again!?
Rex: mi amor!
Quetz then gets in the water and pulls Rex away from her sister (and unintentionally into her breasts)
Quetz: we talked about this! You said you were done!
Tlaz: sometimes they need more testing! And this was a good opportunity!
Quetz: once is already more then enough! Mi amor would never cheat on me! So stop it!
Rex: uh-uh... mi corazon...?
Quetz: in a second mi amor. *back to Tlaz* I am warning you hermana! Do not do that again! The only reason I'm not putting you into a chokehold right now, is because we're family! And we're both naked in a bath right now.
Tlaz: that'd be hot!
Quetz: calliete!
Quetz is then seen taking Rex to the other side of the bath, away from Tlazolteotl.
On another occasion, Rex is on his way to the kitchen to get some snacks. But on the way... he sees one room... leaking steam for some reason...
Rex: huh...? Steam?
Out of curiosity, he gets a bit closer...
Rex: why is there just... steam... leaking out?
He then opens the door a bit...
Rex: I kinda have a bad feeling about this....
He slowly opens the door a lil more...
Rex: hello?
???: hola...;)
Then Rex sees... Tlazolteotl... again.
Rex: ...why aren't I surprised?
Tlaz: oh Rex, I just thought I'd turn my room into a temazcal... since I figured chaldea could definitely use one, y'know?
Rex: that's nice! I think I'll go now!
But as Rex turns to leave, Tlaz appears right in front of the door, blocking him, with basically nothing covering her body.
Tlaz: what's the rush?! C'mon! Join me!
Rex, nervously covering his eyes again: n-n-nah! I'm good! I just wanted a snack at the kitchen is all!
Tlaz: oh... I've got a snack for you al-
Then as she's talking two arms wrap around her waist and she's put into a powerful German suplex!
Quetz: RAAAAHHHH!!!!
*SLAM!!!*
After Quetzalcoatl delivered the powerful move onto her sister, Tlazolteotl is seen knocked out on the floor.
Quetz: again!? Why can't she stop!? *sigh*
Quetz then drops her sister onto her bed and covers her up.
Rex: I knew she tested couples but... I didn't think she'd do it so much.
Quetz: this isn't normal! She's being annoyingly assertive about it!
Rex: I'm sorry she keeps doing that... I don't like seeing you upset...
Tlaz: it isn't your fault mi amor! She's just... she has good intentions I guess... but.... it's still annoying.
Quetz then took Rex by the hand and took him to the kitchen, let's try not to think about it! I'll make sure we have much better memories about each other instead!
Rex, excited: ok mi corazon!
Then years later, after the world was saved, Rex and Quetz moved to Mexico city to start their lives together properly. They had just finished unpacking all their stuff in their new home!
Quetz: *sigh!* finally, mi amor! This is starting to feel like home now!
Rex: yeah! It's so nice! Can't wait to spend our lives together in this new home!
*ding dong*
Quetz: hmmm? Were we expecting anyone?
Rex: not that I know of...
Rex then opens the door, with Quetz close behind, and in front of them is Quetz's sisterz Tlazolteotl.
Tlaz: hola! How are you guys?!
Immediately Rex hides behind Quetz, while Quetz looks at her sister with an annoyed look.
Quetz: ...what are you doing here?
Tlaz: I just wanted to help welcome you guys to your new home!
Quetz: right...
Tlaz: something wrong?
Tlaz: hermana! It is my duty to test someones loyalty!
Quetz: you already know what's wrong. Your annoying history of trying to tempt mi amor.
Quetz: and that duty has been fulfilled! Tres veces! You're done! No mas!
Tlaz: I'm looking out for you Quetz! I don't want your heart broken!
Quetz: me and mi amor have been together for YEARS! I think I'd know by now if he'd cheat! And he hasn't!
Tlaz: are you sure!?
Quetz: ...don't! Do not imply he's cheated behind my back!
Tlaz: I don't want to, but the possibility is always there....
Quetz: *sigh* just leave...
Tlaz: why?
Quetz: please leave now, before I get angrier at you!
Tlaz: ...fine... I'll leave...
After Tlazolteotl leaves, Rex asks Quetz a question.
Rex: ...is everything ok, mi corazon?
Quetz: *sigh* it's fine mi amor... I understand she has good intentions but... all she's doing is hurting me... I know you'd never cheat on me... I just wish she'd get the message!
Rex: I'm sure eventually she will.... she just doesn't seem to see how much it hurts you...
Quetz: honestly... I'd be more then ok with not seeing her for a very long while. I love her but... it's annoying.
Rex: yeah...
After a while, the two finish up their dinner. It starts to get late, and the two want to turn into their room.
Quetz: ok mi amor, I'm going to clean up.
Rex: need any help?
Quetz: no mi amor! It's not too much, just head back to our room! I'll join you very soon ;)
Rex: ok!!!
Then Rex heads back to their room to wait for Quetz. But once he opens the door... he sees Tlaz on their bed, just like the first occasion her breasts were bare and she was trying to seduce him.
Tlaz: Hola Re-
*door slams shut*
Rex: fucking hell!
Quetz, from the kitchen: what's wrong mi amor?
Rex: Tlaz was in our room!
Quetz: OTRA VEZ?!
Then Quetz is seen dragging her sister out of their home.
Quetz: another time!? Didn't I make it clear I don't like you pulling that!?
Tlaz: I'm trying to look out for you herm-
Quetz: ALL YOU'RE DOING IS HURTING ME!!!
Tlaz: You know I'm not trying to do tha-
Quetz: it doesn't matter what you're TRYING to do!!! What you ARE doing is hurting me!!! Good intentions don't mean anything if the results hurt others! Especially those you care about!
Tlaz: I'd never want to hurt you but, I don't want you to get hurt if he-
Quetz: XAVIER WOULD NEVER DO THAT!!!!
Quetz: ...he loves me!
As Quetzalcoatl said that, she started to tear up a little.
Tlaz: is that his real na-
Quetz: it doesn't matter! I don't know what makes you keep doing that! You gain NOTHING from it!
Then Quetz stops yelling, getting quieter but still just as angry.
Quetz: in fact... you just lost a sister!
Tlaz: wait! No! Don't do this Quetzalcoatl!
Quetz: it's too late! I'm done with you! I NEVER want to see you again!
Tlaz: I was just-
Quetz: I already told you! You're intentions mean nothing! When the results are just you hurting me! Now get out!
Tlaz: b-b-but
Quetz: GO!
Then Quetz goes back into the house and slams the door shut!
And then Tlazolteotl started to tear up from what happened...
Tlaz: hermana...? I just... I just wanted to...
Tlaz, internally: did I go too far? I was just looking out for her.... I shouldn't have done that.... WHY did I do that!? Why couldn't I get the message until now!
Then she leaves....
Back inside, Rex sees that Quetz had been crying
Rex: mi corazon! What happened?!
Quetz: *sniffle* I'd rather not talk about it...
Then Rex hugs her
Rex: you don't have to if you don't want to, but I'm here if you need it.
Quetz, hugging him back: gracias mi amor. I just... I'm just hurt... is all... I'll be fine...eventually....
Rex: I know you will be! You're such an amazing goddess! You can recover from anything!
Quetz: *sniffle* I love you so much mi amor... you make me so happy.... I don't know what I did you deserve you....
Rex: let's head to bed... you need the rest
Quetz: si....
A/N: and those are the incidents where Tlaz went too far.... I know I presented it kinda jokey in some posts, but I thought I'd make it far more serious in execution. Also retconned it to 4 incidents instead of 5. Eventually I'll write the two reconciling but for now... things aren't ending well.
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Wash out.13
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Banner: this banner is made by me. the rest are mde by the lovely @purpleskies1999 Pairings: Dolphintrainer!Taehyung x SharkDiver!Jin,  Mer!Jimin x Reader, Scientist!Namjoon x MerKing!Jungkook, Mer!Yoongi x Mer!Hoseok. Words: 2.2k Genre: Mystery, Romance, Comedy, Drama, Fantasy, little bit of Action, Slice of life, Enemies2Lovers, Friends2lovers, Social media au, Fake Texts, Fake Subs.
Summary: Taehyung and his best friend Y/N are Dolphin trainers at Wash Out; Marine Wildlife and Theme Park. When the nerdy marine biologist and resident veterinarian Doctor Kim Namjoon goes missing; the two friends form a ragtag team with Taehyung’s rival Seokjin and a…. Fish?
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After checking in with Tae and Jin you were watching movies with the merman and trying to stay up to monitor Dolly. It was late in the night that you heard banging like someone was knocking on a door but muffled. Eventually you got up confused and annoyed at the repeated sound, until you heard a dolphin squeal. 
Sitting up quickly your eyes met with the half fish, he looked worried. He must have been banging the glass for you to wake up. Looking over into the rest tank you went over and leaned over the side. Dolly was giving birth. You followed the instructions from your research and you tried to help Dolly. 
Dazed and not thinking straight, you stepped into the water, Dolly smacked you with her tail causing you to fall. Hitting your head on the side of the tank a searing pain and haze of black before falling out of the tank. 
Your head was aching, what a rookie mistake mothers are very protective of their children and you had just entered her safe space. You tried to soothe her with music and monitored her as she had her baby. 
The little dolphin calf was swimming beside their mother and you sat back in relief as the baby began drinking from its mother. 
Your vision turned red in that eye and you panicked, turning away looking for a mirror. The merman jumped back in shock and intrigue staring at your face. He wore the same face when watching movies with you, he seemed confused about blood in the movie as well. Where did it come from and what did it do? After a few action movies he realised that loss of blood meant humans died. Maybe that’s why he looked so nervous, mustering a gentle smile you gave him an okay gesture which he returned confused. 
Pulling out a small compact mirror from your toiletry bag, you inspected the wound. Grabbing a dressing to cover the injury you carefully cleaned and used an antiseptic before using a waterproof bandage on the tiny cut. 
The male was getting good at gesture communication to some extent. He could thumbs up and down for yes and no and he understood waving when you arrived or left the room. He was trying to understand the okay gesture you had used before but he didn’t quite get the meaning which was understandable, it was a harder concept to grasp. 
You tapped your mouth meaning food and he gave you the thumbs up, you went off to get some fish for him to eat. You were glad the CEO wasn’t around, you were able to establish a connection with him and he was able to understand certain cues. 
Carrying the buckets back your head started spinning, you were feeling kind of sick. It was unpleasant, your eyes stinging as you held the rail and headed up the stairs and above the tank. 
The cat walk felt unstable, the room spinning and distorting, you dropped the bucket clutching your head and you felt your body relax into an unconscious state. 
When you came to you were laying on the catwalk entirely wet and your headache painfully. You knew you would have had to have fallen into the water. The fish bucket was floating around the tank and your hand was dipped below the surface. 
You heard a sweet humming. With a groan you grabbed your head and turned towards the sound seeing the figure grow quiet. The mermaid has been watching you while you slept and backed up a little. Sinking into the water until it reached the bridge of his nose. 
With only his eyes on show you were once again hit with how captivating he was. His stare was so strong and eyes fierce and yet you were unsure if he was trying to scare you or lure you in. You watched as he blinked a transparent eyelid travelling across his eye before his regular eye lid fell down over his eye. 
It was a subtle reminder of how he wasn’t entirely human, he watched you trying to sit up. The way your limbs must have looked so weak, your torso swayed heavily. You remembered you hadn’t had much sleep; it was now probably three in the morning. 
Remembering your duty to dolly you turned quickly the world spinning with you and yet it didn’t stop when you did and you fell forward. You were conscious this time as you plunged into the water. 
You tried to fight your way back up to the surface. The last thing you needed right now is to get more head spins and muscle weakness, the merman grabbed your waist. Pulling you against his chest making the world still as he grounded you to him and swam upwards his hips rocking against yours as his tail swayed in his swimming motion. 
Your head fell forward and when you broke the surface he cradled the back of your head tilting it so your head would rest in his palm. He seemed startled by your eyes still being open. 
“Your voice is so pretty, were you humming?” You smiled, his eyes searched your face watching you wince clutching the side of your head. “Ow!”
He eyed the bandage and watched your head flop forward again, he scooped your head off his shoulder and held it once more in his hand. Unable to resist giggling. 
“I think I have a concussion, I think I really hit my head in Dolly’s tank” you mumbled before gasping eyes shooting open, “Dolly!”
He let you go confused as to why you were struggling against him but rolled his eyes as you sank again. Scooping you from below the surface he pressed your back against the catwalk. You don’t know his reasoning behind this but it didn’t seem like he was cornering you, it was more like he was trying to support you some more. 
Being this close to him your heart fluttered in your chest and you wondered if he felt the same. Flattening your palm to his chest you heard the steady beat of his heart. 
He pressed his palm to yours and felt your heart beat hammering in your chest. Looking up into your eyes you felt his heart flutter softly. 
He swam forward not closing the little space between you and tilting his head pressing his lips to yours. You had watched a lot of romance movies and tv shows and noticed how he really paid attention when the main couple kissed or shared an intimate moment. 
His heartbeat fluttered again loudly as you were lifted from the water and sat on the catwalk, he didn’t remove his mouth from yours but clutched your hips delicately. 
His tail was leisurely keeping him afloat and you were surprised by the strength it held. His soft plump lips pulled away his hand carding through his hair nervously. 
“We can speak now,” he whispered with a soft shy smile
“Wait, you speak english?” You said shocked and he gave a melodic laugh making you feel happy just by the sound. 
“No, I shared with you the ability to understand our language and took your language as well. It is called the gift of tongues.”
“I can see why,” you giggled
“You hit your head earlier, and you were leaking?” He asked curiously, “are you badly injured?”
“I am okay,” you gave him the okay gesture and he laughed looking as if he made a life changing discovery. 
“You can barely stand up on your own,” he scoffed. “You are definitely not okay, human.”
“My name is Y/n,” you laughed with him, a little more embarrassed by his observations than amused. He stopped laughing contemplating something before flashing you a bright grin. 
“Jimin.”
“That’s a nice name, I really like it.” You beamed it wasn’t too different from what you had expected, but the name suited him well, “Jimin.”
Jimin sank into the water until only his eyes were visible, the tops of his ears a bright red alluding you to his embarrassment. 
“Did you eat?” You asked, reaching to grab the bucket and almost teetering off the catwalk. He grabbed your hip and held you to the concrete. 
“Yes after saving you?” He swam bringing the bucket closer, you thanked him, taking the bucket out of the water. He dipped under the water and you thought perhaps he was finished talking but he popped up once more and ran his hands through his hair. 
“So why am I here in this cage?” He asked
“This is where we take sick sea animals and make them better before sending them back to the wild,” you explained. “They find a lot of hurt fish where you were found, so we go out and collect them, heal them and send them back. Namjoon is our scientist/doctor. You hit him with your tail and he disappeared. They didn’t find a body.”
“So I am in prison,” he frowned, hearing he had killed someone innocent who wasn’t trying to hurt anyone but protect them. “My friends were there. I called them and they answered back, perhaps they took him away.”
“You are here because of the CEO, he wants you to be a part of the exhibit,” you said honestly, “I want you to be happy you are a person just like me, I don’t want to keep you locked up.”
“What’s an exhibit?”
“He wants you to sing, swim and dance to entertain people who will come and see you,” you explained, running a hand through your tangled damp hair. “He told me not to feed you until you cooperated but I snuck you fish anyway, he isn’t here for the week so I am not worried but if and when he comes back he will want results and if we don’t show him what he wants I will have to leave forever and you will probably be hurt badly until you do as they say”
He paled moving away from you. “I don’t want to hurt you, I don’t want you to get hurt by anyone, I will try to protect you with everything I have.”
“Can you get me out of here?” He said, swimming forward slowly in the water looking up at you innocently. He pulled himself up out of the water, a hand on either side of your legs. Jimin lifted his face level to yours, his tail coming out of the water. His lips ghosting as he whispered “I want to go back?” Your eyes fluttered closed, his lips were so soft molded with yours.
“I can,” You sighed out of breath, unsure if it was the head injury or the kiss. He was smiling, a mischievous look in his eye made you think he was playing you exactly where he wanted, “but you will have to wait for me to make a plan.”
“I can’t just walk a fish out of the park or the guards would break my legs,” Jimin winced his hands delicately landing on your knees protectively, “If the CEO finds out I am dead and you are in an even worse position, they would hurt you Jimin, they would torture you until you do what they say.”
“I have to make a plan, to get you out of here past all of the guards and then where do I take you?” Mind reeling with thoughts, ideas and plans trying to figure out all the scenarios. “We will have to hide for a few days so they don’t cut us off before we can get you to the water. I can’t take you to my house as that would be the first place they look.”
He didn’t say a word listening to your musings, “Listen, give me a few days. I will talk to Taehyung and we will make a plan to get you out.”
He frowned, looking like he was going to swim away. Without a second thought you jumped into the water, his eyes widened as he clutched your waist. You were feeling much better and could swim on your own, but you let him hold you. “I promise Jimin.”
You held out your pinky and he looked at it confused, you took his hand from your waist and pulled it out of the water. Slipping slightly into the water he pulled you closer, his hard torso pressed to your soft one. You tried not to kick your legs so as not to kick his tail. He offered you his pinky which you twisted with yours pressing the pads of your thumbs together. 
“This is a pinky promise, it can’t be broken. It is the strongest promise anyone can make.” He looked at your hands and you grinned “I promise you, I will get you out of here.”
You let your hands go and gently swam away from him crawling onto the catwalk. “Y/n!” He called making you turn back to him. He pushed himself up quickly, capturing your lips in a fierce kiss, the concrete was biting at your knees but you were lost in the feeling. He pulled away with a bright grin. “Thank you.”
Diving under the water, leaving you on the catwalk trying to get up with weak knees.
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