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14π and 13
#pi xfohv#xfohv#meatpi#fourteen x pi#fourteen xfohv#one tpot#tpot#three tpot#three xfohv#one x three#bunny#rabbit#dumb bunny#stupid
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hi i lovr autumn/fall and halloween yhis is too similar to a drawing i posted a bit ago but i just liked drawing them likr this
#pi xfohv#14 xfohv#pix14#14xpi#fourteen x pi#xfohv#algebraliens#object shows#bfdi#I LOVE THEM SM.#i loveeeeeeee 14xpi
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have been really slacking with art No crazy stuff
so you get some slopfest
#xfohv#bfdi#osc#battle for dream island#tpot#the power of two#x finds out his value#xfohv fourteen#xfohv ten#xfohv pi#bfb four#bfb x#tpot clock#do i tag seven#i mean hes here but hes fused with one ofthe fagreensevens#possibly new fourteen#i want CHANGE!!!!#fourteen dni#cannibals dni#skin eaters dni#14 absorbs all the estrogen off 10#art
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did i ever tell you guys i like meatpi
#dom’s art tag#2024 art tag#pi xfohv#fourteen xfohv#xfohv#x finds out his value#algebralien#meatpi#14xpi#pix14#was thinking of making a meatpi fic while drawing this actually#not sure if i’ll ever get to that and my root15 fic though cause im starting school
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Everyone is here! *does a little dance
#oh boy time to tag this#one tpot#two tpot#three tpot#three xfohv#four bfb#four bfdi#four xfohv#x bfb#x xfohv#x bfdi#five xfohv#six xfohv#seven xfohv#eight xfohv#nine xfohv#ten xfohv#algebralien oc#fourteen xfohv#fifteen xfohv#tau xfohv#square root of two#pi xfohv#e xfohv#how do you tag the guys from the short man. sobs#zero xfohv#xfohv fanart#ours#art#whiteboard doodles
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3 marker challenge cuz I was boredd
#algebraliens#bfb#xfohv#battle for bfb#bfb ten#bfb eight#bfb x#tpot one#dogman petey#dogman#fourteen xfohv#pi xfohv#slayedfrr
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Meat Pi(e)
my fav rarepair ever
ok guys maybe rarepairs aren't THAT bad
#art#small artist#digital artist#fanart#digital art#algebralien#osc art#osc community#xfohv#xfohv fanart#nine xfohv#xfohv gijinka#xfohv pi#tpot#x finds out his value#xfohv fourteen#xfohv pi x fourteen#xfohv fourteen x pi#my goodness i wish they had a ship name
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Finished..
Alt version under cut
#fourteen xfohv#bfb 4x#fifteen xfohv#4x bfb#fourx#digital art#eight xfohv#ten xfohv#tau xfohv#pi xfohv#x bfb#four bfb#bfb#bfdi#xfohv#fanart#tau is aroace bc tau is me and I am tau#i think pi would use the poly flag with the pi symbol on it for obvious reasons#algebralien gijinka#my skin is bruising but it should start getting better from here#when fifi doesn't have her weapons the 14 x 15 ship thrives#foul would totally tease fifi#fifi would be unable to KILL foul#but that doesn't mean she can't defend herself#neither can kill the other#and pi is in there for flavor!#pi probably helped foul escape and foul lead pi to fifi's cabin#they hide out in the woods together!!#two fugitives and an irritable host#love you all so much !!
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hey guys
Some of you might know this au, but what do you think the personalities of the algebraliens as pets would be like
Please comment below for each of the algebraliens in the tags below...
#Xfohv au#Pet au#algebraliens#xfohv seven#xfohv five#Xfohv E#xfohv square root of two#xfohv tau#Xfohv pi#xfohv fourteen#Xfohv nine#Xfohv six#xfohv eight#xfohv ten#xfohv two#xfohv x#xfohv fifteen
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Those numbers...
Characters from @/jacknjellify .
#objectshows#objectshowscommunity#objectshowsfanart#algebralien#algebraliens#osc#xfohv#x finds out his value#bfb#battle for bfdi#xfohv 14#xfohv fourteen#bfb four#bfb 4#xfohv 4#xfohv four#xfohv pi#xfohv seven#xfohv 7#bfdi#battle for dream island
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Catch Me If You Can
Chapter Eighteen
Plot summary : When your friend interviews for a position at Anvil, you have a chance encounter with Billy Russo. He takes you for coffee and, by the time you’re done, Billy decides he’s anything but done with you.
Pairing : Billy Russo x Reader
Story Rating : R
Chapter Rating : PG
Warnings : [This is a fic for 18+ only, minors DNI] There's some dark stuff pertaining to an abusive past relationship, attempted murder, and vague details of a car crash. Please check the warnings on each chapter if you choose to follow this story.
Word Count : ~4.4k
A/N : Set about a week after the last one! I'm honestly a little nervous about this chapter, I hope you like it! As always thanks so much for reading!
CHAPTER ONE | CHAPTER TWO | CHAPTER THREE | CHAPTER FOUR | CHAPTER FIVE | CHAPTER SIX | CHAPTER SEVEN | CHAPTER EIGHT | CHAPTER NINE | CHAPTER TEN | CHAPTER ELEVEN | CHAPTER TWELVE | CHAPTER THIRTEEN | CHAPTER FOURTEEN | CHAPTER FIFTEEN | CHAPTER SIXTEEN | CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Chapter Eighteen
The whole world came crashing down around you in a single moment.
You didn’t realise until it was too late to stop it, until it was too late to change anything and avoid the inevitable consequences.
The private investigator took the envelope full of cash before sliding the file across the table to you, sparing you one last glance and a couple of words of warning before climbing out of the booth and heading towards the exit. Your gaze followed him out of the diner and onto the street, where he walked past -
Your heart stopped.
Frank.
He had his phone out, pointing right at you through the diner window, a mix of betrayal and disappointment on his face. It took a moment to figure out what was happening, for the penny to finally drop, but when it did, you felt your entire body fill with panic; he thought you were the security threat, the person who’d been digging into anvil over the last couple of months.
Your heart started to race, knowing that he was going to tell Billy what he thought he’d seen, that he’d seen you paying off the PI who’d been snooping around Anvil. You scrambled out of the booth, almost tripping over your own feet, desperate to get to Frank and fix the situation before it spiralled out of control.
But he was already on the phone by the time you got outside. You kept the file clutched to your chest, holding it against you like a shield as you approached the imposing figure of Frank Castle, stomach knotting as you heard him speak.
“Yeah, Bill, I’ll deal with it,” his eyes fixed on you as you stopped in front of him.
You waited in silence, for a moment thinking you could just about hear Billy’s voice on the other end of the phone before Frank hung up and dropped his phone into his pocket.
“I’m gonna need you to give me that,” Frank said, holding out his hand, expecting you to hand the file over.
“I can’t.” Because, despite everything that was happening, you knew one thing for sure; you couldn’t let anyone see the file, couldn’t let them know about your past.
“Y’know, the crazy thing is that I thought Bill was gonna be the one to break your heart, not the other way around,” Frank shook his head.
“You don’t understand -”
“Pretty sure I do,” he interrupted, not willing to listen to your explanations, “you’ve had your PI lookin’ into Anvil and Bill for weeks now, so give it up.”
“No, that’s not -” but you could already tell that he wasn’t going to listen to you, that he’d made up his mind. “I need to see Billy, I have to explain this to him.”
“That’s great ‘cause he’s already waiting at Anvil for you.”
You stared at him for a moment before realising that you had a choice to make - he couldn’t very well bundle you into his car in broad daylight, but you were aware how bad it would look for you if you refused to go with him. You’d just given up every single dollar to your name for the file in your hand and, now, you needed to make sure that it hadn’t all been for nothing.
“Okay,” you relented, “take me to Billy.”
Frank gave a grunt and nodded towards his truck. You followed after him, climbing into the passenger seat and keeping your eyes fixed forward. Once he’d started the engine, you reached for your phone, hastily typing up a message to Karen, wanting to try and explain what was going on before Frank told her.
“Who you texting?” Frank asked suddenly, taking his eyes off the road.
“Karen, I -” he snatched your phone before you could finish, your thumb managing to hit send on the half finished message as he pulled it away from you. “What the fuck?”
“You’re not draggin’ Karen into this shit,” he told you, his eyes returning to the road just in time to keep from running a red light - a sharp stop that caused your anxiety to spike even more, reminding you of the accident years ago. You were so distracted that you only caught the last half of what Frank was saying, “- when Bill’s done with you.”
You didn’t argue, didn’t ask him to repeat himself. You just wanted him to concentrate on the road. So, you remained silent, clutching the file to your chest and watching out the windscreen. The way he drove across the city made your heart race and your chest tighten, practically jumping out of your skin with every screech of brakes or honk of a horn.
And, when you reached Anvil some fifteen minutes later, you were quick to scramble out of the truck, almost gasping for breath.
He gave another grunt, indicating that you should follow him and, stupidly, you did just that. You didn’t realise that anything was wrong until you were in the elevator and realised that you were being taken down to the basement level instead of up to Billy’s office.
“Why aren’t we going to Billy’s office?” You asked, dread already starting to coil in your stomach.
“Bill doesn’t want you in his office,” Frank answered as the doors slid open, revealing a cold and terrifying looking corridor.
“I want my phone back.” You told him, unable to stop the fear from filling your tone.
“Told you, you can have it back when Bill’s done with you,” he motioned for you to start moving and, with no other option, you did.
When the elevator doors slid shut, your thoughts started to spiral to dark places you didn’t want them to go, to memories of feeling trapped and powerless. A lump rose in your throat and tears were already starting to sting your eyes as your footsteps echoed down the long hallway. When Frank stopped and opened a door, you let him usher you inside before you realised your mistake.
The door closed behind you, leaving you trapped and alone in what appeared to be an interrogation room. Had your state of mind been better, you might have realised that the room was used for training new recruits and conducting interviews but, since you were panicking, all you could think was that you were going to be trapped there until you confessed to all of the things you hadn’t done.
You turned back to the door quickly, pulling at the handle. You weren’t surprised to find it locked, but it did nothing to stop the panic that was raging inside of you.
The room had a long metal table and two chairs, one on either side, but you didn’t move to sit. You couldn’t move at all, terror had you rooted in place, your fingers still tightly gripping the file against your chest. There was a camera blinking in the corner of the room and you felt your stomach drop; was Billy watching you right now, could he see the terror on your face? (And, if he could, why wasn’t he coming to help you?)
Minutes passed before Billy stepped into the room. You stayed frozen as he stepped around you and you waited - you waited for him to tell you that this was all some big mistake, that he knew you’d never do the things Frank had accused you of. But it never came. As he took a seat, your eyes closed tight, silently willing yourself to wake up from this nightmare.
Another minute passed in total silence, like he was waiting for you to speak first and dig your own grave, but you couldn’t even look at him, much less form the words you needed to explain all of this to him.
“Just give me the file,” he finally said.
“I can’t,” you shook your head, eyes still closed tight.
“Who are you working for?” There was something cold in his voice, something broken and full of pain and, despite everything he was putting you thought, some part of you longed to comfort him.
“No one, I’m not -”
“Don’t lie to me!” The sound of his open palm hitting the surface of the table caused you to flinch, your eyes opening as you took a step back and pressed yourself against the wall, needing to put as much distance between you and Billy as possible. “You paid someone to look into Anvil, into me.”
“No, that’s not what happened! You don’t understand -”
“What were you after; finances? Mission details? How much were you getting paid?” His tone got sharper with every word.
“I wasn’t after anything, that’s not what this is. It’s not about Anvil -” you tried desperately still, somehow, holding onto some small glimmer of hope that you could fix things before they got too broken.
“Bullshit!”
“Please, Billy,” you struggled to find the words in your panic, “you promised that you’d trust me, that you’d -”
“I did trust you!”
His use of the past tense caused something to break inside of you, and you felt a sort of pain that you hadn’t felt in years, the sort of pain that could only be inflicted by someone you loved.
“Stop, please, Billy just -” you tried again, blinking back tears.
Everything was falling apart around you, the future you’d let yourself hope for was slipping away; you were going to move in with him, you were going to go work for The Bulletin, and you were finally going to start rebuilding your life after so many years of just existing and scraping a living. All your dreams were dying all at once, all because he wouldn’t listen to you, because he couldn’t trust you.
Some part of you knew that if you could just find the words, you’d be able to make him understand, but your panicked, racing mind couldn’t focus enough to say or do anything to help fix things.
“How long?” He asked coldly, ignoring your tears. “How long have you been lying to me, using me?”
“I wasn’t lying! Why won’t you listen to me? Why can’t you trust me?” You heard yourself begging desperately.
“Because you’ve been lying to me for months!” His voice got louder, sharper, and you no longer recognised the man in front of you. This wasn’t your Billy, this was someone else entirely. “You know, you really had me fooled, pretending to be this wounded little thing, acting like you wanted me, like we had something.”
“It wasn’t an act!” You managed to raise your voice to match him, desperate to make him listen, to convince him that you still cared, but Billy didn’t even seem to hear it. “Please, just - just let me explain. I can explain this.”
“Explain what? That none of this was real? That you tricked me into wanting you so you could get close enough to stab me in the back? Did you get paid extra to fuck me or was jumping into my bed just part of the game for you?” You could still hear the pain in his tone, but the moment Billy said those words to you, something inside of you snapped.
Your stomach continued to tie itself in knots. You hated every little thing about this, hated how he thought you were as bad as all of the other people who had used him and lied to him to get what they wanted. But your pain quickly started to turn to anger - he wasn’t the only one who’d ever been hurt, he wasn’t the only one who’d been lied to and used. As hurt as Billy obviously was by this whole situation, he’d broken his promises to you; he wouldn’t listen, wouldn’t hear you out, wouldn’t trust you.
You were being blamed for something you hadn’t done and you were going to lose everything because of it. Again.
“You think I jumped into bed with you?” Your tone turned sharper, colder, and more certain - because, in all of this, if you were certain of one thing, it was that you did not just jump into bed with him. Finally you had his attention, just in time for you to tell him; “falling in love with you is the hardest thing I’ve ever done, Billy. And you’ve just managed to prove why it was such a stupid idea.”
It was the first time you’d dared utter that you loved him aloud, but you were no longer scared of how he was going to react to the revelation or how vulnerable it would make you feel. It was too late to care about any of that. You’d come to Anvil hoping to save things with Billy but that dream was now over.
And, for the first time since all of this began, you realised that the truth of your past couldn’t hurt you anymore. It didn’t matter if Billy knew because he’d already given up on you, whatever was between you was over now, and everything you’d done to try and preserve it had been for nothing.
“Fine,” you relented, forcing yourself to step away from the wall and towards the table. Once you were close enough you slammed the file down in front of him so hard that its contents spilled out across the table; photographs of you, notes about your work, your friends and your finances.
Billy’s eyes dropped, quickly looking over it, starting to move things, rummaging through the paperwork, trying to make sense of it.
“It was never about you or Anvil. He was looking for me. And I just spent every penny I had paying him off so I wouldn’t have to leave New York, so I wouldn’t have to leave you. But I guess the jokes on me, because you don’t even care enough to keep your promises to me and just listen for five fucking minutes.” By the time you’d finished, you had to cover your mouth to try and suppress the sobs that were desperate to escape you.
Billy stayed silent, rifling through the pages and photographs in front of him, seeming to become more frantic with every passing second as he looked for something, anything, to prove that he hadn’t just destroyed your relationship for nothing.
You watched him for a second, knowing exactly what he’d find in the file, and knowing the questions he’d inevitably have for you when he found the details of your sister's death, and the car crash that had left you scarred. But it was too late for any of that now, he’d lost any right to ask anything about your past.
Moving back to the door, you gave the handle a sharp tug, even though you were pretty certain that the door was still locked.
“Wait -” his broken tone caused you to bristle. Where once you would have felt compassion, you now only felt anger.
“Let me out.”
“I don’t understand,” he told you, as he got to his feet and started to move towards you, his expression one of confusion instead of anger. You held up a hand, wanting him to keep his distance and Billy stopped. In his hand he was holding a copy of the photograph that he’d seen on your bedside table all those weeks ago, the photo of you and your siblings as children. “Please, help me understand this. I want to understand.”
“Which part, Billy? The part where you refused to listen, when you wouldn’t hear me out, when you wouldn’t trust me like you promised?” A hand scrubbed at your cheek, desperately trying to wipe away your tears, not wanting him to see just how much he’d wounded you. “Or the part where you thought so little of me that you thought I was fucking you just to get information on your company?”
“I didn’t know, I -”
“You wouldn’t let me explain!” You yelled and it was Billy’s turn to flinch at your tone. “I gave up everything I had to get that file, and now it doesn’t even matter. None of this matters anymore.”
“It matters, it -” he tried, obviously struggling for words, “- why didn’t you tell me?
“Why didn’t you believe me?” you threw back at him. ”Why is it so hard for you to trust me? Do you even trust anyone?”
“I’m sorry, I never -”
“Just - just stop. It’s too late.” You shook your head. It hurt too much and every word, every plea that left him only made the ache in your chest feel worse. “You promised me that you’d listen. I trusted you and you ruined it. You’ve ruined us.”
“No... don’t say that. Please, don’t say that.” His voice continued to crack and break, and it was almost enough to make you want to back down, but you knew you couldn’t. Not after this. He’d broken his promise to you and left you feeling more wounded and alone than you’d ever felt. “I’m sorry, let me fix this, sweetheart, please.”
“Fix this?” You almost managed to laugh through the tears. “There is no fixing this, Billy. You’ve ruined it. You broke my heart.”
“No, no... please, I -” for a moment he looked at you like those three little words were on the tip of his tongue, like he was ready to confess his love, but you didn’t want to hear it.
“Just stop. You don’t get to fight for me, Billy. Not now. Not after this.” You told him angrily. “I told you I couldn’t do this if you didn’t trust me.”
“You said you fell in love with me,” the words came out so softly that you almost didn’t hear them.
You could see the thinly masked distress on his face, the pain and misery that you’d managed to cause with that one, silly admission. You hated yourself for blurting it out like that, like you were some character in a soap opera or some shitty romance novel. And, if he’d been anyone else, you might have been angrier at his obliviousness to your feelings - of course you’d fallen in love with him, it had been so fucking obvious - but Billy had always been honest with you; he didn’t know love, didn’t understand it. All the people who were supposed to love him and abandoned him.
But not you. That was not what this was. You weren’t abandoning him, he’s pushed you to breaking point. This time it was Billy’s fault.
“What did you think was gonna happen?” You dared to ask, not even bothering to try and hide your pain anymore. “I’m not like you, Billy, I can’t just turn off my emotions whenever things get difficult.”
“You love me?” He took a step closer, the look on his face suggesting that he still thought that there was some way that he could fix things.
“It doesn’t matter anymore.”
“It matters to me, please, I -”
The door opened and, before he could finish that thought, you were rushing back out into the hallway, trying to put as much distance between yourself and Billy as possible. He followed after, your name dying on his lips when he saw Karen and Frank standing there.
“Sorry, Bill, she -” Frank started, looking at Karen who was now holding your phone.
“You’re both assholes,” she stated and neither man dared argue with her. Obviously, thankfully, she’d managed to figure out what was going on and where you were just from the half of a text message that you’d managed to send before Frank had confiscated your phone.
Her arm quickly pulled around your shoulders and she started to lead you towards the elevator while you tried to choke back tears. You didn’t dare look back until you were in the elevator; Billy looked heartbroken, following after you but keeping his distance.
“Please, I -” he tried.
“You’ve done enough, Billy. Just leave her alone.” Karen snapped as the doors slid shut and, a moment later, the floodgates opened and you started to sob uncontrollably, knowing that you’d lost everything.
TWO HOURS EARLIER.
Your heart was racing, thumping out a painful and uneven beat in your chest.
When Karen had told you that a private investigator had been asking around about you at The Bulletin, you’d put things together pretty quickly. You had her set up a meeting later that morning for you, hoping that you could fix things before they got out of control, even though your every instinct told you to pack a bag and get out of New York as quickly as you could.
You didn’t want to have to run, you didn’t want to leave the life that you were starting to build in the city. You didn’t want to leave the man that you loved.
Before heading to the diner to meet the PI, you stopped at the bank, withdrawing every penny that had, hoping that it would be enough, hoping that you could pay him off and fix everything before things spun out of control.
He was already waiting in the diner when you arrived, sitting in a booth by the window; a grizzled looking guy, well into his forties, who’d obviously been in the PI game for decades. As you slid into the seat opposite him, you felt your guts start to twist with a mix of anxiety and fear.
“If I’d known that this was the quickest way to get you out of hiding, I’d’ve done it weeks ago,” he stated before you’d even gotten comfortable. “I take it you wanted to meet to make me an offer?”
You took a breath, trying to steady your still-racing heart. “How much would it cost for you to go back to Florida and pretend you couldn’t find me?”
He almost seemed shocked that you knew where he was from for a second, but it was quickly hidden behind a lazy sort of smile.
“More than you’ve got,” he stated and your heart sank. “I’m a little surprised that you don’t seem surprised by any of this.”
“I’m not,” you offered, already feeling like you were wasting your time. “I knew it was only a matter of time before Scott started looking for me. Did he tell you why - did he tell you why he wants to find me?”
“No, and I didn’t bother to ask - usually don’t when the money’s this good.” He shrugged before sitting forward in his seat. “Go on then; what’d you do to this guy? I figured you either broke his heart or you took something of his. Must’ve been something big for you to spend these last few years running all up and down the country.”
“I didn’t do anything,” you voice cracked at how helpless you suddenly felt, “He tried to kill me, and that’s probably why he wants me back.”
That seemed to unsettle the PI and you decided to use it to your advantage.
“I take it you know about the accident?” You asked and the PI gave an awkward sort of nod, not knowing what point you were going to try to make. “It wasn’t an accident, he deliberately swerved the car off the road because I’d finally told him that I was leaving him.” Your voice continued to crack, threatening to break. “He pulled himself out of the car and left me there to die. I had to crawl through fire and broken glass to save myself,” you rolled up your sleeve, letting him see the scars, along with the sickening S that Scott had carved into your skin. “That’s why he wants to know where I am. He wants to finish the job.”
The PI let out a slow exhale and it was more than obvious from the way he shifted in his seat that he hadn’t been expecting that story, that he’d been lied to and used by Scott.
A trembling hand wiped at your eye, you were determined not to cry despite everything you’d just been forced to reveal.
“Look, I feel for you, but this is a big payday and -”
You reached into your purse and quickly placed the envelope on the table between you.
“That’s everything I have,” you told him, sniffing back tears, “you can have it all, just - please, give me the file and don’t tell him I’m here. I just want to be able to live my life. I don’t want to have to start over again.”
“You’d leave that rich boyfriend of yours?” He asked, like he almost didn’t believe what you were trying to tell him.
“If I had to. But I don’t want to. Scott has already stolen years of my life, please don’t help him take more. There’s just over fifteen grand in that envelope, I know it’s not a lot but -”
Your heart threatened to stop as he picked up the envelope and started thumbing through the stack of notes inside.
“This is everything you’ve got,” he stated with the certainty of someone who’d looked into your accounts. “You’re willing to give up everything just to make sure this guy doesn’t find you?”
“Yes...”
The moment that followed seemed to linger for an eternity; him looking at you like he was trying to decide what to do, while you stared back, silently praying to any god that might listen to you.
There was no holding back the relieved sob that slipped from you when he finally put the envelope in his pocket and slid the file across the table to you.
“I’ll tell him I lost track of you after the six months you spent in Chicago.”
“Thank you.
He gave something of a grumble as he started to pull his coat on and got to his feet, ready to walk away, but something made him stop. “Y’know, that boyfriend of yours isn’t as squeaky clean as you think. I’d be careful if I were you - and, maybe, you should ask him where his mother is.”
He didn’t give you the chance to ask what he meant, before he turned and left the diner, your gaze following him out the door and onto the street, watching as walked right past Frank Castle, who was holding his phone and photographing the entire exchange.
Chapter Nineteen
END NOTES : Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ok so this is probably the chapter than I've been most nervous about so I hope people enjoy the drama and angst! I know this probably wasn't what people were expecting from this chapter, but I won't say too much because I don't want to spoil anything for future chapters.
As always thanks so much for reading and sticking with this, it really does mean the world to me!
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Happy Halloween !!! 😆
Have fun, guys !
Also, I can’t post anything besides 14π, I guess.. 😅
#xfohv#pi xfohv#algebraliens#fourteen x pi#fourteen xfohv#meatpi#object shows#tenfourteen#fourteenten#fourteen x ten#ten x fourteen#Halloween#have fun guys ! stay safe always#pumpkin#one tpot#one xfohv#x finds out his value#ten xfohv#spooky season
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Every Algebralians' Zodiac sign HCs (bc im bored)
might draw some of them later idk
Zero - Capricorn
One - Capricorn
Two - Aquarius
Three - Pisces
Four - Aries
Five - Taurus
Six - Gemini
Seven - Cancer
Eight - Leo
Nine - Virgo
Ten - Libra
Twelve - Sagittarius
Fourteen - Libra
Fifteen - Libra
Pi - Pisces
SquareRoot2- Capricorn
Euler's Constant - Aquarius
Tau - Cancer
X - Aries
#object show community#object show#object shows#bfb#battle for dream island#battle for bfdi#algebralian#bfdi tpot#my headcannons#zodiac signs#guess im nine#four and x are aries buddies yayyyyyayayayyayaya#HAHAHA PI-SCES GET IT BADUMTISSSS#lol im bored
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DESERVE IT - PART FIFTEEN
Javier Peña x f!reader
Summary: Javier does his best to apologize to you, which isn't a lot but it is enough, especially when he decides he needs an important answer from you
Warnings: smut, oral sex (f!receiving), p in v, unprotected, fluff, fluff, fluff, fluff
A/N: Hi besties this is a very short chapter compared to the ones I've written before but I covered everything I needed to in this one. It is not my best work but it is not my worst either, I hope you guys will like it because I loved it and it's soooo cute 🥺🥺🥺
• PART ONE TO FOURTEEN ON MY MASTERLIST
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If you had the guess the cause of your death, you would have guessed: Javier Peña
Because that devilish man, was indeed, the death of you.
He chewed you up and spat you out and you didn't even complain about it because he could make you cry and whimper and beg you for more.
And that was exactly what happened. After nearly giving you a heartache, of pretty much breaking up with you, disappearing for several hours at night and making you sure you would be alone, Javier got into his apartment, fell onto his knees, your knees, called himself a dog at your feet and then started eating you out.
You barely reacted other than throwing your back against the wall for balance and whimpered. Loud. And then you moaned and called your name. And a part of you had a petty desire of screaming his name as loud as you could, so you could get in the way of Steve's and Connie's fight because there was no way he could get away with that behavior without being scolded by his wife, and then, in case they had already finished their argument and went to bed, you wanted to wake them up, by showing them unlike what Steve had said, you and Javier were going strong, that you were a real couple, that your relationship was for real, no matter what Steve, or anything thought of it, you loved Javi and he loved you.
"Fuck you Javier" you whimpered as he only raised his brown eyes at you, but didn't stop his mouth from wrapping around your clit, suckling on it and dragging another moan from you.
You gripped his hair, the same forceful grip he had on your hair when you blew his cock, he often fucked your face, so it was only fair you fucked his face.
You looked at him and bit your lips ``listen to me, Javier'' you managed to mumble between moans and pulled his head away from your cunt, watching as he swallowed and ran his tongue over his lips, smearing with your wetness. Javi had the puppiest eyes in the world as his thumb wiped a drop of your honey and he paid close attention to what you had to say "you don't get to do shit like that and then come back here, so if you wanna make it up to me, you gotta do it good, Javier. You got me? You gotta make me scream'' you said, staring daggers at him.
He swallowed again and nodded once more, he would do anything you asked him, commanded him, demanded him if it meant you would stay with him. He was so into you it was pathetic and now he couldn't even hide it anymore, you were a necessity, an obsession, something he craved and begged for every day and night.
You gripped his hair again and pulled it rather painfully "me has dicho que eres como un perro a mis pies, ¿No? Entonces, muéstrame"
You didn't often speak Spanish with him, but when you did it was enough to drive Javier Peña insane, it was like adding the code and pressing the buttons to set off a bomb.
He immediately wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling your center closer to his mouth. Your back was against the wall, at the same time he leaned forwards, his big hands guiding your legs to his shoulders, and his face back deep into your core.
His jeans were tight and his cock throbbed inside of his pants, but at that moment Javier was so hungry for you, he was at your feet, savoring your sweet, juicy cunt and he wanted that forever.
His hands went from the side of your thighs to your lower belly, your skin always felt like butter under his rough touches and he carefully used them to spread your lips open, revealing you entirely for him.
Javi could see your clit hard and sensitive, twitching at the air as he stopped to watch his work of art. He smirked softly and gently kissed it, drawing whimpers from you.
"Don't tease me, perro" you gripped his hair again, feeling a little annoyed and gasped as you felt Javier's teeth scraping softly against your bare clit. He very softly placed a love bite on it, making you squeal and immediately suckled on it, as air escaped your lungs and you moved your hips against his face.
His knees hurt and his shoulders burned but he didn't give one single fuck, he was having his time with you and even if he had to take all the painkillers in the world it would be completely worth it. The way he devoured you was something else, Javier had always been a great pussy eater, but at that moment he wanted to blow your mind and he was achieving his goal as your legs shook and you tried as best as you could to sustain your own weight.
Javi's tongue explored your pussy, sliding it up and down and finding your pouring hole, your sweet juices floating his mouth as he tongue fucked you, going as deep as he could, feeling your internal walls squeezing it at the same time his perfect curved nose brushed against your clit, driving you insane.
You were so caught up in your pleasure, calling his name like a prayer and never wanting it to stop, but the urgent knot on your lower belly sent shivers down your spine and before you could even warn Javi you were cumming.
Hard.
For him, on him.
Javi couldn't sustain your weight any longer and as you came and convulsed in his mouth he pulled you to his lap, the two of you on the floor, tiredly as you stared into his eyes, you leaned in for a kiss, tasting yourself on his lips and wrapping yourself around him, wanting him so close to you, your bodies tangled together, his scent on you. You broke the kiss and cupped his cheek, staring into his eyes, as he helped you get your dress off, revealing your naked form for him.
Javi's lips latched onto your nipples, one at a time, licking them and suckling on it, as your hands ran through his hair, softly now, gentle even.
Javi was still completely silent, he hadn't dared say a word, but one simple command escaped his lips.
"On all fours now, cariño" he whispered against your ear and watched as you got in position for him, which you gladly did, spreading your legs wide for him. Your sex glistening with your cum, all for him again.
Javi gave you one last lick, his tongue running through your slit, flicking your sensitive clit and going to your asshole, circling it gently before he smacked your cheek with one hand.
The other unzipping his jeans and freeing his cock, pre cum glistened on his tip, as he was so ready for you.
He didn't take long to get inside of you, getting his length as deep as he could and moving his hips, fucking you as hard and fast as he wanted, on the floor, like the two animals you were.
When you finally got off the floor, Javi held you by the waist, taking you to bed, throwing his body heavily against the mattress and pulling you for a kiss. Just as he predicted, his entire body ached, but it was worth every second of it. He still hadn't explained or apologized, he didn't know how to start. What was he supposed to say?
That he went nuts when Steve mistreated you? That the guilt he felt from his past actions almost cost him his relationship with you because for a moment he really thought you'd be better off without him and that he should leave you alone to live your life with someone who actually was worth of your love? Or should he start by telling you about how he broke into Judy Moncada's house and the only reason why he wasn't a dead body being dumped in some shallow grave in the middle of woods was because she thought his attitude was actually amusing?
No, he couldn't do that, he couldn't say those things. It would be just a mix of embarrassing and stupid, but you read him like a book and you just knew he was avoiding talking to you.
"Javi… we need to talk" you said but he frowned as he looked at your knees and saw the bruise forming on them from being on the floor while he railed you "shit, princesa, let me take care of it…" he got up and went to the bathroom, returning some moments later with a bottle of lotion you'd left there sometime shortly after you'd started dating and squirted something onto his hand, sitting next to you and applying it to your knees, massaging them gently along with your thighs.
"You do know we need to talk, Javier" you broke the silence though you could feel yourself melting onto the couch at your boyfriend's ministrations on your skin. You had just had a real tiring day, too many emotions all at once, and to finalize things, you had orgasmed hard, more than once, so it was a fair assumption his little massage was making you less and less willing to have a serious talk with him.
You knew it was his intention all along, but at that point, it felt like it didn't even matter. You closed your eyes and relaxed but opened them again as your felt Javi's fingers on your clit, circling it and making your legs twitch
"No amor, please… it's too sensitive now" you bit your lips and stared at him, who nodded and kissed his way up your thighs, getting on your stomach and resting his head on it. Javier's arms wrapped around your figure and snuggled there, falling into a comfortable silence. He let his thoughts run freely and forget all about what happened earlier. He was taken back to the warmth of the weather in Laredo, the green of the fields, the small city and the familiarity of it. He liked picturing you there, always dressed beautiful in summer dresses, not so different from Colombia after all, he liked imagining you running along with him, going to the stables and petting the horses, because Javier was sure you would be the kind of girl who would love to pet the horses, and he was also sure the horses would gladly let you pet them, because you were impossible to resist, and that, he knew for a fact.
He sighed as his dreams were so sweet, he loved daydreaming about that, and when you began playing with his hair, then he felt he had died and gone straight to heaven.
You loved to feel him nuzzling your womb, he looked like a lazy old cat sprawled all over you, and it warmed your heart. It was something so simple, so domestic and once it seemed so out of reach, when you thought you and Javier would never be able to have that, you even thought you would never be able to be more than just a lay for Javier, but there you were. You were with your man, in a sweet moment, late at night, giving him all the affection he needed, he craved but he thought he didn't deserve it.
He was relaxed and kept his eyes closed, but you knew he wasn't asleep, so you thought it was time to bring things up.
"Javi… we need to talk about tonight… I'm so sorry I acted that way, but I wasn't expecting Steve being such a dick, and I know I told you many times I don't hold your past against you, but I can't help being jealous of you, because you are attractive and handsome and even hookers want you" you sighed "but I know you are mine just as I am yours, but it still makes me jealous" you admitted as Javi opened his eyes and looked at you. He gave you a sad look, and you knew what he meant. He couldn't erase his past, and he couldn't undo those things. God knew he would have if he had the chance, but he was already thankful you loved him without judgment.
Javi licked his lips softly and stroked your hand, as you continued
"And I got also very worried about you and what he said about Los Pepes, please Javi, be careful, don't do anything stupid because if something happens to you I am sure I'm gonna die"
He swallowed hard and got even closer, cupping your cheek and looking into your eyes. He leaned forward and rested his forehead against yours, heart heavy in his chest at your words. Javier Peña almost sacrificed himself so many times at work, but it wasn't just because he cared about his job, about the people and the country he was currently living in. But it wasn't just because of that, he was also lost, personally lost, he had nothing to actually live for, nothing that held him back, but he was tired of it. He was tired of screwing things up, of endangering himself like that, he wanted to be safe for once, because now he had something good, he didn't want that life any longer and above all, he didn't want to make you suffer.
"Y/N I'm gonna ask you something and I want you to know that I ain't joking, I need an answer, a real one" he said as he licked his lips once more and rubbed the back of his neck, watching as you nodded, both on curiosity but also anxiety. You had no idea what he wanted.
"Will you marry me?" He asked and you felt your heart was bursting out of ribcage. You couldn't even believe your ears and if he hadn't warned you he wasn't joking or if he wasn't staring at you apprehensively, you would have been sure it was just a joke.
"What?" It was all you could whisper at him, tears slowly flooding your eyes, as the emotions were getting more and more intense.
"Not right now, cariño and it doesn't have to be in Colombia, it can be when we get our beautiful life in the ranch, and I get if you are afraid of answering me, I know you've had your heart broken by someone you loved once and that you were left at the altar and fuck, I also know I am a walking red flag but I need to know if we have a chance, I need to know if I will have something to fight for, something to-"
You interrupted him by placing your lips against his, closing the distance between you two as you cupped his cheek and deepened the kiss. You didn't need him to say anything else, it wasn't even necessary and you didn't want him to fall into another round of self-deprecating thoughts.
You broke the kiss, smiling as you stared into his eyes and nodded, feeling the happiness overflowing you. Absolutely nothing else mattered in the world but you and Javier, who was going to become of soon-to-be husband.
"Of course I'll marry you Javi"
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A/N: hey besties, I hope you have enjoyed this chapter, our story is almost over and well, I want Javi and reader to have their happy ending soon 😍🥺 😍🥺😍🥺
I mean, would you say no to marrying this mf?
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hey. hey meatpi fans
eat.
#ao3 fanfic#meatpi#pix14#14xpi#fourteen xfohv#pi xfohv#xfohv#x finds out his value#this is NOT beta read btw#my ass is NOT writing
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I'm bored so here's some gender headcanons (you don't have to tag all these)
Leafy is bigender, she/it
Golf Ball is unlabelled (who has time for silly things like this when there's more important things (science) to be done??)
Book is mtf
Pillow uses she/it
All the algebraliens are agender
One uses he/she
Two uses they/he
Four uses he/they/it
Five uses she/they
Six uses she/he/they
Seven uses he/it
Eight uses he/they
Nine uses any/all
Ten uses he/they
Fourteen uses it/he
Fifteen uses she/he
X uses he/they
Pi, tau, euler, and i all use they/it
Lollipop is mtf
Fanny is a demigirl
all the mechanical minds are agender and just go with whatever pronouns
Pie (canonically?) Uses she/they
Pen is ftm
Ill probably send in another when I think of more
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