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itgetsdark-x · 10 months ago

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Something In Your Mouth

Summary: what’s a little night out if not for a bit of teasing fun with your dad’s best-friend?

Warnings: 18+ minors dni, mentions of alcohol, age gap (Joel’s age unspecified), oral (m receiving), unprotected p in v (do better!!), edging, orgasm denial, forced orgasm (kinda), use of good girl etc, mild humiliation / degrading. idk i feel a lil unhinged with this one besties.

Characters: dbf!joel miller x (f) reader

Word Count: 5.3k

You pressed your glossy lips together to ensure that the hot pink covered every area of your pout and you smiled at your friend in the reflection of your bedroom mirror.

“Girl, I’m telling you… Tonight is the night that I finally fuck Joel Miller.” You smirked, taking the bottle from your friend, Sasha’s hands and taking a long swig of the warming liquor.

“Ha! Yeah right… Are we on about the same Joel Miller here? Your dad’s friend, the single father himself and what’s that? Oh yeah, he’s ancient, old enough to be your own dad! He won’t touch you, jailbait, give up.” She laughed again as your flipped her off.

“Sash, I am in my mid-twenties, closer to thirty than I am twenty. Not to mention, I’m hot okay?! There are worse women Joel could sleep with. I’m just saying… I think it’s a good idea. I just get big dick energy from him y’know? I mean, have you seen his hands?! His fingers. I actually feel like if I don’t have him soon, I’m gonna go legally insane.” You huffed.

Sasha shook her head as you stood from your bed to get changed. You flung your comfy t-shirt and shorts into your friend’s direction and grabbed the outfit you had hung on your door. Tonight’s attire was an ensemble of a black leather skirt, hot pink tank top and your trusty platform Doc Marten boots.

“Be fucking real right now, that is not your underwear of choice for the evening!” Sasha all but screeched as she caught a glimpse of your undergarments as you began changing your outfit.

“What?!” You asked with feign innocence.

“You’re wearing a hot pink thong with matching bra. Please tell me this is not for Miller.” She sighed with exasperation, pinching at the bridge of her nose.

“Maybe it is… but hey, if Joel doesn’t want some tonight I’m sure some other lucky guy will appreciate the efforts I have gone to.” You shrugged, winking at your friend. “Now, how ‘bout you quit your judging and get changed so we can get to the bar! The girls are meeting us there.”

Sasha groaned with effort as she stood and joined you in getting changed.

———

The bar was busy, you were meeting your friends there to celebrate your upcoming birthday which meant your father was going to be there and in turn, so was Joel. You weren’t a complete idiot, you knew that trying to get with Joel was a huge risk for you both; if your father ever found out, you would most likely be forbidden to ever leave your apartment ever again and well, you couldn’t even imagine what your dad would do to Joel.

Which also meant you had to be calculated with how you went about it; no blatant flirting or teasing in front of your dad, you had to play your cards right, keep them close to your chest.

As soon as you and Sasha arrived into the dimly lit bar, your friends herded over to you and enveloped you in a big hug. You squealed with delight and greeted them all individually before your dad walked over, with the older Miller in tow close behind.

“There’s my princess, happy early birthday, sweetheart.” Your dad beamed, hugging you and kissing your temple.

“Thanks dad, and thanks for actually showing up! I know hanging out with us girls isn’t at the top of your Friday night agenda. Same for you Joel, thanks for coming.” You smiled bashfully at him before he closed the space between you both and gave you a quick squeeze.

Your head span and you could feel your heart threatening to beat right out of your chest, his heady cologne drowning your senses and driving you mad. It was an immediate effect and you couldn’t stop the way your core throbbed at the contact.

“Gotcha a drink darlin’. Happy early birthday.” He flashed a smile in your direction and gave you a glass filled with amber-coloured liquid. “Yes, it’s our favourite. Southern Comfort and lemonade.”

You grinned at him and took a swig of the drink gratefully, just as you turned to talk to your father again, you were almost certain you could feel Joel’s eyes raking over your body with hunger.

———

As the night wore on, the drinks flowed and the laughter grew rowdier and louder as the music in the bar was turned up. You were dancing with a couple of your friends, every now and then your eyes would catch Joel’s; he sat at the bar talking to your dad and nursing his whiskey.

“Sash, did you see the way he keeps looking at me? And earlier? Please tell me you saw that!” You whined.

“Ugh. God. I hate to feed your delusions but I did see it and I see it now. Even with your back turned, he’s watching you. Fuckin’ weird and intense, it’s like a predator with his prey. Waiting to strike.” She huffed, voice just loud enough for you to catch over the pop music playing.

“Okay… But why is that hot as fuck?” You laughed, throwing your head back as your danced. “I just need my dad to clear off, I love him but I can’t hit on his friend when he right there. That would be weird.”

You carried on dancing, with your friends and even with a couple of men when they tried it; you couldn’t help but notice the way Joel’s stare seemed to intensify when any man came near you, it made you smile to know that he was watching you.

One particular man caught your attention, he was similar to you in age, as far as you assumed and he was handsome, definitely easy on the eyes but nowhere near anywhere as good as Joel. He smirked at you from the bar and closed the distance between you until his hand was on your hip and he was dancing with you. You smiled sweetly at him, peering up at him through your lashes as you brought your thumb up to your glossy lips to suck on it seductively. You flashed a glance over to Joel who looked like he was ready to kill.

Bingo. You thought to yourself and danced with the handsome male in front of you, the music boomed and you swayed your hips against him, you span yourself around so you could press your ass to his crotch and you smirked over at Joel once again who was now alone at the bar. Your fingers clutched your glass as you wrapped your lips around the thin, red straw and sucked up the cool drink.

Joel quirked a brow at you, with a look that you couldn’t quite place, it seemed to settle somewhere between lust and utter disdain for you. You gave him a little wave and turned back to face the man you were dancing with, you looped your arms loosely around his neck and continued to dance along to the loud music.

The nameless man leant down and whispered into your ear, the music distorted his voice but he said something about leaving with him which caused you to giggle. You got up onto your tiptoes to whisper back into his ear but felt a foreign hand pressed against the small of your back. The guy you were just dancing with backed away with his hands held up in innocence.

“Hey!” You turned around with a deep frown. “Oh… hey, Joel.” You smiled.

“Your daddy left a little while ago, he saw you dancing and didn’t want to… disturb since you seemed busy…” He scoffed.

“Well I was a lil busy, and now he’s gone. Whatcha want?” You huffed.

“Don’t fuck around, little girl. We both know what you’re playin’ at.”

“What?!” You asked with feigned innocence.

“Darlin’” he warned lowly in your ear, his voice sending shivers through you. “You’re out here, shakin’ your ass for everyone.”

“And? Last time I checked, I’m single, of age and having a bit of fun. Is that not allowed, Mr Miller? Not even on my birthday?” You asked sweetly, batting your eyelashes at him.

Joel scoffed and rolled his eyes at you, this fake-innocence crap wasn’t getting anywhere with him and he knew you were doing it to get a reaction from him.

“You’re being a little tease, darlin’ and I think you know it.” He growled, his voice low in your ear.

You swallowed roughly, even with the drinks you had, your mouth suddenly felt impossibly dry with nerves. You shook your head to Joel and he just chuckled.

“No, no… You know what you’re doing, I know you’ve been trying to get my attention all night and well, congrats. You’ve got my attention. So what now? What do you want, hm?” He asked, leaning back to gauge your reaction.

“I — I, I want -“ You stumbled over your words dumbly, without a coherent sentence forming.

“Hm?” He hummed, he took your hand and trailed it down his hard chest, down his stomach and let it graze across his crotch.

Even with barely touching him, you could feel the hard length of his cock through the rough material of his worn jeans. You pushed your legs together in the vain hope of staving off the throbbing between them, you could feel your panties get slick as you imagined sinking to your knees and sucking Joel.

“Funny, you seemed to be playing the big girl earlier, princess. Dancing with anyone, swinging your ass and hips for them. What’s the matter? Cat gotcha tongue now?” He smirked, his voice a soft coo in your ear.

“I want you to fuck me.” You blurted out, unceremoniously and immediately, your cheeks burned with embarrassment. “I mean, I uh — ignore me. I’m gonna go find my friends.” You muttered.

Joel shook his head and held onto your elbow roughly. “Come home with me then, darlin’. My truck is parked out back.”

“You’ve been drinking, I’ve had some drinks. One, I don’t wanna die in your rust-bucket truck and two, this is stupid. I’m being stupid.” You spoke quickly.

“Firstly, I’m gonna ignore you just called my truck a rust-bucket, that’s a whole other conversation and two, I’ve had two drinks, perfectly fine to drive. And as long as you’re sober enough to consent, and you do wanna do this. I think it’s a wonderful idea. Maybe just don’t tell your daddy.” He laughed.

You nodded dumbly, words failing you once again and let yourself be led out of the bar by Joel; you briefly shot a look behind you and for a second, you caught eyes with Sasha who just smirked at you as you left.

—

Joel opened the truck door for you to climb in, you grabbed the handle on the side and hauled yourself in; knowing your skirt would rise and give Joel a quick glimpse of your skimpy fabric.

Joel had to all but bite back a groan as he saw the flash hot pink, the curve of your ass just enveloping the lace as you sat down.

“Fucking hell.” He cursed as he closed the door to his truck and went to the drivers side. “You really are a naughty little tease, aren’t you?” He laughed.

You shrugged at him with a sheepish smile; in truth you weren’t always this bad but tonight it got you exactly what you wanted and you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

Joel started his truck and within seconds of driving down the road, you reached your hand across the bench to palm at his cock; your delicate fingers wrapped around his half hard length through his jeans and you couldn’t help but shiver in anticipation.

He felt thick, even when only half hard and your mouth watered at the thought of his thick cock hitting the back of your throat.

“Impatient much?” Joel laughed, flashing a quick smirk in your direction.

“I need to taste you, like, immediately.” You hummed, you knew it sounded cringey and cliche but you needed it more than you could comprehend.

“Maybe let’s wait until we are back at mine — fuck —.” Joel cursed as your fingers quickly undid his jeans and dipped into the waistband of his boxers, albeit a little awkwardly.

“I’m sat here, and I’m wet. I’m talking, on the verge of dripping onto my thighs. I want you. In a way I’ve never wanted a man before so… how about you let me get you warmed up so when we get back to yours, you can have your way with me.” You reasoned, your voice blunt.

Joel couldn’t argue with that reasoning so he gently lifted his ass off the seat to allow you easier access to pull his thick cock out from his boxers. Your fingers expertly wrapped around his length and you marvelled at the fact your finger tips barely met. You stroked his shaft a few times as you felt him fully harden under your touch.

You couldn’t help but giggle; it was immature and girlish but in this moment, you felt giddy. You awkwardly repositioned yourself so you could duck your head down and suck the tip of his cock into your wet mouth.

Joel’s fingers tensed on his steering wheel, you could hear the squeak of the leather protest under his grasp as you wrapped your mouth around the male fully and sank your head down, enveloping him further.

You kept a hand wrapped around the base of his cock and bobbed your head slowly, a soft moan being muffled by the fullness in your mouth.

Above you, Joel groaned deeply as your tongue swirled around the tip and you grazed your teeth gently against his frenulum.

“Oh fuck!” Joel cursed out, one hand coming down to grip into your hair tightly; he couldn’t help the way his hand pushed your head down further. “You look so good with my cock in your mouth. Fuck.” He praised, brushing some hair away so he could catch a better glimpse of the sight below him.

You hummed in appreciation as you bobbed your head, your hand moving in perfect synchronicity with your skilled mouth. You removed Joel’s cock with a loud pop and you smirked at the male. You moved to kiss at his neck and your teeth grazed over his ear.

“Tastes better than any sucker I’ve ever had.” You purred, your voice low and sultry.

“You’re trouble.” Joel stated with a soft groan as your lips continued to kiss down his neck and your head travelled down south once more. “But you look so much cuter with something in your mouth, that’s its princess.” He cooed as your mouth sank around his cock once more.

The drive back to Joel’s was a short one, even if he did contemplate driving around the block a couple more times just so he could feel your mouth around him for longer.

Joel pulled into his drive, by this point you were sat up right and running a thumb along your bottom lip to tidy up your lip gloss. Joel tucked himself back into his jeans haphazardly before turning off the ignition to his truck.

“Inside, quickly. I don’t need the neighbours seeing me bringing you home. You know how rumours spread ‘round here.” He mumbled and it was true, most people knew Joel and they in turn, knew your father. You could almost heard the whispers that would spread around this part of town if they caught wind of what you were doing with Joel.

You hopped out his truck and walked to his front door ahead of him, making sure to keep a clear distance from the older male; no matter how hard your fingers were itching to explore his body.

Joel held onto the small of your back as he quickly unlocked his front door and ushered you into the familiar space.

“Upstairs. You know where my room is.” He stated bluntly as he removed his boots.

You nodded without another word and silently went up the stairs; you may have been playing the confident card in the truck but now that you were here, now that you were in his house, your hands were shaking with nerves and anticipation.

Joel entered the room a mere few seconds later and he smiled at you.

“So you’re not that much of a little brat that you can follow basic instructions.” He cooed.

You nodded, biting on your lip as you watched Joel effortlessly remove his t-shirt. Just as you pictured it; his chest was tanned and peppered with soft white hair. Further down his stomach as a groomed line of dark hair that disappeared under his waistband.

“What’s the matter, little girl? Not so brave now?” He smirked, closing the distance between you to hold your chin roughly between his finger and thumb.

He ducked his head down and kissed you roughly; it was an unceremonious clash of tongues as you kissed him back with intense fervour.

“That’s what I thought.” He whispered against your lips and let go of your face. “Take off your clothes. Leave on your underwear, I wanna be the one to remove that from you.” He commanded, kicking off his own jeans and sitting on the edge of his bed.

You suddenly felt self conscious, you could feel the burn of his gaze as you stood in front of him. You turned your back to him as you slowly undid the zip on your skirt and bent down to remove it.

Behind you, Joel had pulled his cock from his boxers and was stroking himself as you removed your clothes. Once your shirt was removed, you span back round to face the male and gently crossed your legs as you watched him.

“Fucking look at you.” He groaned, as his cock gently fucked into his fist. “Thought about your body so many times, knew I shouldn’t. Knew it was wrong but look at you, c’mhere.” He mumbled.

You felt your cheeks burn in embarrassment at his confession; it soothed your nerves as you realised the attraction was mutual between you both. Joel sat back a little and tapped his lap; you got the idea quickly and straddled him.

You cock feel his swollen cock rub against your clothes heat and you whined weakly at the contact.

“Please don’t tease me.” You whispered, looping your arms around his neck as Joel’s hands settled onto your soft hips.

“‘M not gonna tease you…” he smirked, his eyes lit with mischievous intent. “But I bet you could cum just from rubbing yourself on my cock. Since you seemed to want it so bad at the bar, trying to get my attention. Well guess what, little girl, you got it. Now keep it.” He hummed.

“Joel —“ you protested, to which he raised a brow at you in question.

You pushed your hips forward so the tip of Joel’s cock nudged your damp panties, it nudged your clit and you gasp as you began to rut your hips back and forth.

“Such a needy little girl, aren’t you? So needy for your daddy’s best friend that you’ll rub against his cock like a good little bitch.” He cooed, holding your cheek tenderly as his condescending words fuelled your hips to move faster.

“Not enough.” You whimpered, your hands scratching at Joel’s back for more leverage. “Need you in me, please. I need to feel your fingers inside of me.”

Joel smirked and pressed two digits into your mouth without warning; you quickly sucked them in, your tongue swirled around them until they were coated with your saliva.

“Is that what you mean, princess? My fingers are inside of you.”

You shook your head no as your hips moved desperately, the hot pink fabric of your lace thong was ruined; it was dark in colour as your arousal soaked the fabric.

“Then what is it you mean? Tell me what you want.” Joel said quietly, removing his fingers from your mouth. A long ling of spittle keeping you connected to the older male.

“Need your fingers in my pussy; need to feel them inside of me as I cum. P-please.” You whined, your voice sounded wrecked already as your hips stuttered against Joel’s cock.

Joel dipped his fingers into the front of your lace panties, they were slick from your spit and they glided through your wetness with ease.

He let out a moan as he felt your wetness soak his fingers further; his fingers circled around your clit with skill and your mouth fell agape with intense pleasure.

You screwed your eyes shut as his fingers sped up to rub over your clit.

“Oh that’s it, good girl. So wet for me, aren’t you? This all for me?” He hummed.

You nodded, as your back arched away from the man so he could gain better access to your front. Joel continued to speed his fingers up; he watched your every movement; every heave of your chest, every gasp or twitch of your arm and he knew you were getting close.

“Tell me when you’re going to cum.” Joel whispered, dropping his head down to kiss at your bra-clad chest.

“I’m close, Joel. So fucking close.” You whimpered, you were barely making a noise.

“That’s it, atta a girl.” Joel praised.

“I — I’m gonna, I’m gonna, fuck!” You screeched, the raw noise ripping from your throat as Joel removed his fingers from your panties at precisely the wrong moment.

He smirked at you, his mannerism teasing and cruel.

“What the fuck?” You squeaked, your eyes wide and your chest still heaving.

“Well I didn’t say you were going to cum, did I?” Joel stated.

“Please.” You pleaded, your eyes searching for mercy in him.

“Lay down on the bed for me.” Joel whispered, tapping your ass gently.

You felt dumb, your body was tingling all over from the overstimulation and lack of orgasm and you moved without knowing how you were doing it. You laid down onto Joel’s bed, your back resting up against his pillows.

It took everything in you to not turn your head into the soft pillows, breathe in his scent and fuck yourself right there. You felt like a horny teenager who couldn’t ever satisfy themself.

Joel fully kicked off his boxers and knelt beside you, he motioned his finger in an upwards movement and you sat up for him. Quickly, he removed your bra and your chest gently fell from the hot pink fabric. He gently pushed you back onto the bed and then worked to remove your panties, they too were discarded with the rest of your clothes on the floor.

“Now, where were we?” Joel smirked before he trailed his fingers back between your legs.

Instinctively, you spread them for him as he worked over your clit again; within seconds, the pressure was there once again and you tightly gripped at the sheets below you.

“Joel —“ you whined. “Please. Please, I am begging you, please let me cum.”

“Now where’s the fun in that, little girl?” He murmured menacingly.

You closed your eyes and willed yourself to not burst into tears there and then; the pleasure you were feeling was intense, Joel’s fingers moved expertly to bring you close to your orgasm and then there was the humiliation of him denying you the thing you wanted most.

Joel was watching you intensely, he was picking up on every little micro movement your body made or didn’t make, he was calculating when to stop his movements or when to speed them up. Bringing you right up to the edge, almost letting you peer over it but then pulling you right back again; never quite letting you topple into ecstasy.

He had done this three or four times now and the noises that left your body no longer sounded like your own; they were wrecked sobs of desperation as your arousal coated your thighs and left a wet spot behind in your wake. You could barely remember your own name or where you were anymore; Joel had messed with your mind.

“Please.” You pleaded to Joel, looking up at him with wide eyes. “Please let me cum, I can’t — I can’t take anymore.” Your eyes were glassy with tears at the intensity of Joel’s actions and your own frustration as you experienced another ruined orgasm.

You knew if you really wanted this to stop, you could stand up, get dressed and walk away but you didn’t want that. Joel Miller had rotted your brain and you were fixated under him, completely at his will.

Joel smirked at you again, that same look he kept giving you; it was smug, it was infuriating and it turned you on even more.

“Look at you, princess. You’re a mess.” He whispered, his spare hand brushing a strand of hair away from your features. “So wet and messy for me, hm? Are you sure you can even cum now? Do you know what to do?”

You nodded eagerly at the older male, your eyes pleading silently as your mouth was hung open in constant pleasure.

Joel didn’t say a word, instead he sunk two fingers into your hole without warning; his thumb circled your clit with intense pressure. It was like a million sparks erupted throughout your body; your back arched off the bed, your thighs fell open even further and your walls clenched around Joel tightly.

You could feel yourself flutter and pulsate around the man’s digits as you came. Your eyes were screwed shut and your mouth was open, not a single sound fell from your parted lips apart from the start of a strangled moan. The pleasure, the pure ecstasy, was too intense for you to make a single sound.

Joel pumped his fingers quickly, watching as you came on them.

“That’s it, fuck. So good. Give me another one.” He growled, his arm shaking as he pumped his fingers even faster inside of you; his thumb pass over your clit with each thrust of his digits.

You honestly didn’t know if you could give him another; your body was shaking as you laid there and took what Joel was giving to you. It was intense and never before had you had such a strong orgasm; there were still white flecks dancing around in your vision as your body built up to another orgasm.

Your fingers were clawing at Joel’s arm and you were sure that you had broken his skin as you came on his fingers; there was no telling what would happen when he ripped another orgasm from you.

“Be a good girl and then I’ll give you my cock, come on, princess. I know you can give me another one. I know you’re good enough for that.” He whispered. “Look at what you’re doing to me, baby girl. Look at my cock, it’s leaking for you. So good.”

You peered between your bodies and saw the head of Joel’s cock, it was flushed and there was a dribble of precum falling from the tip and collecting onto the sheets below.

“Ki-kiss me.” You managed to squeak out, your voice shaking as you looked at the older male.

He smiled and happily obliged, your lips met in a sloppy kiss as you felt your body shake more intensely. The tight coil in the pit of your stomach snapped once more and another intense orgasm rippled through you like a shockwave.

“Good. Good girl.” Joel praised against your lips as he worked you through your orgasm.

He pulled his fingers from your hole and rubbed them speedily across your clit, you let out a yelp at the overstimulation and gripped Joel’s arm tightly for leverage.

“I’m gonna —“ you managed to call out before he felt yourself gush onto the sheets below you.

“Oh fuck.” Joel moaned, his cock jumping with arousal as you squirted onto his hand.

“I’m so, fuck —“ you breathed shakily and held yourself up onto your elbows, tears staining your cheeks from the intense pleasure. “Joel, I’m so sorry. Fuck, let me clean up. Fuck.” You cursed, your body shaking as you went to sit up.

Joel chuckled and gently pushed your shoulder back onto the bed with a shake of his head.

“So sexy. Have you ever squirted before?” He asked, finally removing his hand from your throbbing pussy.

You shook your head and he just grinned at you boyishly.

“That’s even hotter, how did it feel, princess? Did you like it?” He asked softly, his fingers tracing soft patterns across your tummy.

You blushed at his words and gently cleared your throat. “I did like it, I didn’t… well I didn’t know I could actually cum that hard. It was intense but amazing.” You said softly, looking up at Joel through your lashes.

“I’m glad.” He smiled. “Look, we don’t have to — well, y’know, we don’t have to have sex. If you’re too stimulated or whatever. I can sort myself out.”

You quickly shook your head and pulled him closer to your naked body.

“No!” You said quickly. “I mean, I am a little over stimulated right now but please, I need to feel your cock in me.”

Joel didn’t need to be told twice and he roughly flipped your body over so your face was against the bed. You gasped under the male, surprised by his strength. Behind yourself, you could feel Joel moving, positioning himself so his cock was nudging against your entrance.

He thrust forward, filling you once again; you were all-consumed with just Joel. The heady scent of him lingered on the bellows below your face, you cunt ached with lingering pleasure of your orgasms and now, you could feel his large hands gripping your hips tightly as he fucked into you with fervour.

“That’s it, sweet girl, taking me so well. So good.” Joel mewled, the praise sending heat through your body once more.

Your fingers clung to the soft fabric of the sheets below you, and you couldn’t help the soft moans that escaped your lips as Joel fucked you.

“So good. F-faster.” You whimpered.

Joel obliged, he sped his hips up and dug his fingers into your hips so hard you felt as if you were going to have bruises there for days.

Joel’s hips began to stutter, his groans grew deeper and you clenched around him, trying to bring him closer to filling you.

“Such. A. Good. Little. Girl.” Joel groaned, each word accentuated by a deep thrust. “This is my cunt now, got it? Hm. All mine. Fuck, you’re so good for me.”

You nodded under him with a soft moan as he bottomed himself out in you, his cock impossibly deep as you felt it twitch before he coated your insides with his hot cum. You whined at the sensation and felt yourself flutter around his pulsing cock instinctively.

“Shit.” He groaned, giving one final sloppy thrust before we collapsed down onto the bed beside you with his chest heaving deeply.

You followed suit, your body finally giving out from under yourself; you grimaced as your body touched the soaked patch on the bed and you began to feel Joel leak from inside of you.

“‘M a mess but so tired.” You yawned, scrunching your face in disgust.

“Let me clean you up.” Joel whispered, stroking your cheek.

He let out a grunt as he climbed off the bed, his limbs aching from the effort. He scooped your body from the mattress and carried you to the bathroom where he sat you in the bath. He turned the shower on and you hummed as the warm water hit your body, not caring your hair and makeup would be a mess.

Joel climbed behind you and gently rubbed your shoulders as the warm water washed away the messes you both made.

A/N: my requests are open again, I can’t promise I’ll always write them really quickly but please send me any ideas of stuff u wanna read <3 love u all <3

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tastethebloodofmeatthawsmoth · 18 days ago

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Well, now hook it into this. If I was to go down into the middle of your town, and bomb a house, and then shoot the people coming out in flames, the newspapers would say, Homicidal Maniac! The cops would come and they’d drag me away; they’d say You’re responsible for that! The judge’d say, You’re responsible for that; the jury’d say You’re responsible for that! and they would give me the hot squat or put me away for years and years and years, you see? But now exactly the same behavior, sanctioned by the State, could get me a medal and elected to Congress. Exactly the same behavior. I want the people I’m talking to to reconcile that contradiction for themselves, and for me.

The third question–well I take that one a lot to peace people. There’s a lot of moral ambiguity going on around here, with the peace people who say, "Well, we’ve got to support the troops", and then wear the yellow ribbon, and wrap themselves in the flag. They say, "Well, we don’t want what happened to the Vietnam vets to happen to these vets when they come home–people getting spit on." Well, I think it’s terrible to spit on anybody. I think that’s a consummate act of violence. And it’s a terrible mistake, and I’m really sorry that happened. But what did happen? Song My happened; My Lai happened; the defoliation of a country happened; tons of pesticides happened; 30,000 MIAs in Vietnam happened. And it unhinged some people–made them real mad. And what really, really made them mad, was the denial of personal responsibility–saying, I was made to do it; I was told to do it; I was doing my duty; I was serving my country. Well, we’ve already talked about that.

Now, it is morally ambiguous to wrap yourself in the flag and to wear those ribbons. And it borders on moral cowardice. I don’t mean to sound stern; well, yes I do, but what does the Nuremberg declaration say? There’s no superior order that can cancel your conscience. Nations will be judged by the standard of the individual. Look, the President makes choices. The Congress makes choices. The Chief of Staff makes choices. The officers make choices. All those choices percolate down to the individual trooper with his finger on the trigger. The individual private with his thumb on the button that drops the bomb. If that trigger doesn’t get pulled, if that button doesn’t get pushed, all those other choices vanish as if they never were. They’re meaningless. So what is the critical choice? What is the one we’ve got to think about and get to? And, friends, if that trigger gets pulled–if that button gets pushed, and that dropped bomb falls–and you say I support the troops, you’re an accomplice. I don’t want to be an accomplice; do you?

And I don’t want to dehumanize anyone. I don’t want to take away anybody’s humanity. Humans are able to make moral decisions–moral, ethical decisions. What do we tell the trooper who pulls the trigger, or the soldier who turns the wheel that releases oil into the Persian Gulf, that they’re not responsible–just following orders, just doing their duty, have no choice–bypassing them, making them a part of the machine, we deny them their humanity, their responsibility for their actions and the consequences of those actions. Look, I’ve been a soldier. I don’t want any moral loophole. I need to take personal responsibility for my actions. And if we don’t learn how to do this, we’re going to keep on going to war again, and again, and again." - Utah Phillips, "The Violence Within"

#Utah phillips

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winterchimez · 10 months ago

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things/aesthetic you associate with your moots please!

hi anonie!! it’s been a while since i’ve done tag games like this so LETS GAUR 🤩

im doing for the ones that i talk to most often ✨

@from-izzy my soulmate 🤞🏻(who clearly SHOULD be living in my city instead), sunricyeon!!, ✌🏻level-headed and ☝🏻dum-dum, purple 💜, bunnies 🐰, raccoons 🦝, in constant denial of her love life 😒, long calls & video calls, SAUR, music 🎶, “ALLY HELP ME 🥺”, fellow believer in God, concerts, has 19374848 plans to meet up but our studies/job preventing us to do so 😞 (but we will beat them and meet irl someday SOON BCS I MANIFEST)

@sungbeam my precious lil 妹妹 🫶🏻, blue 🩵, “hear me out….but another changmin potential wip/plot 🤡”, photocards, that wet tree rat pc, if talent was a person its her, care packages 📦, fellow introverts ✌🏻, the one who convinced me to purchase my sony headphones while we were videocalling in the store 🥹, my sleep paralysis demon, “ALLY JIEJIE”, my cutie wookie little sis 😔💗, but also goes 😐 whenever i talk abt sangyeon 🙄

@aimeecarreros the unhinged and wild one in the b*****, 1/4 of sangyeon’s whores, twerking ✨, the best gif maker ever 😤, “so elena…pretty pwease can you gif this for moi 🥺”, BBANGJU 👅, “CORREQUE ✌🏻”, insanely hilarious and unhinged memes and text messages 24/7, the moodmaker of the group, “haysss *inserts stripping meme*”, teasing me 24/7 🙄, pinterest, fashion 😍, bridal dresses 🤍

@snowflakewhispers the SAVAGE, maknae and the demon (lovingly) in the b*****, teasing me is her everyday job atp 🙄🙄🙄, mrs jacob bae, 1/4 of sangyeon’s whores, spitting fire 24/7 🔥, matching sony headphones 🤍, matching macbook colours 🩶, psych & kids 💗, the sunwoo to my eric, apparently is in a messed up relationship/situationship with someone who shall not be named 🦝, the moot who lives the closest to where i am 🥹 (so faster get your ass back here after uni ends)

@daisyvisions the unnie of the b*****, NAUR, that iconic zoom selfie 😌✨, constantly being distracted at work bcs of ✨unholy thoughts✨, podcast 🎧, 1/4 of sangyeon’s whores, also joined in on the fun with elena & ophelia on teasing moi 😔, jerry lee 🤤, doggo 🐶, newnudeshot 😏📸, photoism 🎞️, spongebob memes, BIG SEXC BRAIN 🧠, late night talks while working, always judging me for some reason 🙃

@justalildumpling my dongsaeng 👧🏻, sunricyeon!!, black 🖤, ptsd from windows turning from black to bright blue, “pull a j” aka doing and leaving assignments till the very last minute 😁, “guys…..”, “yall…..”, a simp 🤓, attracted to red flags men (but not anymore 😚), FOODIE CHINGUS, malatang, “guys….can we just call for like 20 mins max…i promise it won’t take long” = a 6-7hours call, late night (or early mornings) video calls, SHE IS A BEAUTY AN ICON AND SHE IS THE MOMENT 😍

@ethereal-engene my long-lost best friend 🥹, JU HAKNYEON 🍊, anime!!, men in glasses 🔛🔝, fellow chinese friend ❤️, cny 🧧, lion dances 🦁, WOOZI (ESP IN LONG HAIR 😩😩😩), matching hakkie pottery pcs 🤍, wips brainstorming ✍️, another cutie lil 妹妹 🥺, arms….and pecs 🤓, editing 👩‍💻, convos abt our studies/work life 💗

@kimsohn kim sunwoo, pinterest, “maya….i had a dream abt sangyeon….”, “oh!”, anime!!, that smiling and then speechless meme, sangyeon drenching himself in water 😀, “so when are you gonna write this”, sunric sluts, tbosas, coriolanus snow, always talking abt being on writers block with one another but eventually gets things done (and sometimes its long af), being caring 🥺, food!!

@quaissants 1/2 of my gremlins 👹, sends me lip gloss sangyeon 24/7, my twinnie 🤞🏻, same birthday & mbti 💗, speaks in such a soft manner like hello 🥺, genshin impact!!, ragnvindr bros ❤️💙, childe 🤓, angsty angst ❤️‍🩹, constantly looking out for me 🥹, men 😃, “i have selective reading”

@sanaxo-o another 1/2 of my gremlins 👹, unhinged as a person, sabrina carpenter 💗, flirty af but then i dont return the favour 😄, sends me sangyeon content 24/7, a great listener and gives me comfort, always checking up on others, ✌🏻level-headed and ☝🏻dum-dum, “LET ME BETA YOUR FICS”, pinterest, “Als”

@stealanity my unnie 🥺💗, always looking out for everyone, the big sister of the net, amazing as a person (i admire you loads), moodboards 😍, aesthetics ✨, a field of flowers 🌹🪻🌸🌺, brave (never afraid to speak up!!), i miss you sm unnie always 🫶🏻, calls me a cutie 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

@cloverdaisies CLO MY LOVE 💚, great britian 🇬🇧, fish & chips, “you have no rights ally ive revoked them”, “you dont love me anymore 🥺” aka clo’s way of making me feel guilty that i couldn’t visit her when i was back in EU (IT WILL HAPPEN ONE DAY I SWEAR I WILL BE BACK 😤😤😤), writing fics for one another 💗, STRONG ASS WOMAN 💪 (who juggles between work and uni all on her own 🥹🫂), “there’s a rat in my apartment”, phone & video calls (which we havent done in a while and we should again!!)

@juyeonszn my fawnie my bubba 🥹, coffee ☕️, zeneration livestream 🙌🏻, crying tgt, unboxing albums ✨, pcs collection, puppies 🐶, anime!!, big sexc brain 🧠, sunric sluts, INSANE MAKEUP LOOKS 😩, delulu is the solulu ✨, education 📚, never-ending talks on dc (which we haven’t done in a while i miss you loads 🥺), my fellow dancer 💃, if cutie was a person its fawnie 💗

@itsbeeble my pookie 🫶🏻, kim sunwoo, another big sexc brain 🧠, taylor swift 💛, eras tour ✨, “ALLY GO TO SLEEP”, eric sohn, ateez & svt!!, memes 24/7, exposing each other’s asses 😄, biker sunwoo 😩, delulu is the solulu ✨, another coffee buddy ☕️, talks abt uni/work life, always bouncing off ideas with one another

#❣️ — love notes!#❄️ — asks!#mutuals! <3

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nejishadow · 4 months ago

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Kenjikoto / Makokenji half-drabbles and ideas I have no energy to do anything with, because I haven't written fanfic in years, that I don't want to sit in the queue for weeks so it's getting posted now

Feel free (please do!) to expand / finish / take inspo from these for this ship, and please tag me / message me / something if you do because I crave content and exploration between these two. Unhinged tags and comments about how I inspired something/anything give me the biggest amount of fuel to keep creating art!!

Do you wanna see me ramble in real time about these weirdos / pos?? Join @bakafurai 's Kenji Enjoyer Club Discord (in their pinned)!

Some get real long so it's all going below a cut!

((These are all ideas and things written as stream of consciousness to just get my ideas out in a discord channel, so don't expect the best dialogue, formatting, or anything else, I haven't finished a full piece of writing and/or fanfic in years, ha))

Seeing these screenshots my first thought - and a tag I immediately added - was 'you heard the man, Yuki, give him a piggyback ride!'

But I kept thinking like. Makoto's strong. He could? He should??

Makoto kneeling down, telling Kenji to get on then, he'll take him home

Kenji chuckle or laugh, assumes he's joking or being silly like usual, sure Yuki, you can totally do that

Makoto getting serious, if you don't pick in the next couple seconds I'm leaving you behind. Kenji panicks at that and gets on without thinking and is surprised when Makoto stands up and carries him no problem (insert "I hope this doesn't awaken anything in me")

too shocked that Makoto can even do this to be embarrassed, maybe asks Makoto why he's doing this, Kenji could've just sucked it up. Answer something like "because I wanted to", Yuki doesn't elaborate much on those things.

Gives Kenji some time to do stuff he usually wouldn't, like study Makoto's hair, hear the music spilling out the headphones etc. I like the idea he just gets so relaxed on the way home he falls asleep but Makoto keeps carrying him

It's totally just a Best Bros privilege thing, could mean nothing more!! Simply don't think about how it made you feel ever again

Bonus of

Kenji talking to Makoto in the classroom, Junpei coming up making some joke about how people saw them, asking if Makoto can do that for him too (laugh, joke, being friend.)

And Makoto boils it down to: no

That makes Kenji real happy, that he's special like that. But he does stuff only for Yuki too so it's normal!!

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"So we've all thought about how pretty Yuki is, right, like the guy catches everyone's eye when he walks in, how couldn't we? Even with his bad fashion sense he just grabs your attention"

Kaz makes the most sense to respond, they are friends just "… I have never thought that. Are you sure you're not goin' through something?"

slaps a pic of Yosuke and Kenji These bad boys can fit so much comphet and denial in 'em!

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Another idea I remembered, less fleshed but a strong visual I wanted to draw

Kenji waiting at track practice for Makoto to be done. Kenji had never seen him run so decided to wait outside for once

Of course he's impressed. Makoto seems to take his time walking everywhere, at least when they go places, but man, he can run!

Makoto flopping next to him when he's done, after everyone else disperses, small talk about how hes surprised Kenji waited out here, doesn't seem interested in sports. Kenji some speech about how he wanted to see how badly Yuki beat everyone else

it's pretty hot, and Makoto's tired, flops over into Kenji's lap. 'Let me nap here a few minutes and we can go, you're cooler than the bench'

Kenji tenses a bit, but breathes, Yuki just wants to rest, chill!… but he can't help but eventually card his hand through Makoto's bangs, pushing them up and outta the way.

Makoto opens his eyes and just looks at him, not judgemental or questioning, just observing. But oh no - Kenji had never stared at both his eyes so close oh this is a problem

quickly he removes his hand, apologizes, some comment about how Yuki just looked sweaty and he was trying to move the hair off

Makoto closes his eyes again… 'I don't mind. I am in your space, I guess…'

after a bit, Kenji relaxes and starts running his hands through the hair again, silky and feathery. He can think about how this makes him feel LATER (never), for now he just wants to enjoy this thing he likely won't get again

Tho Makoto better hope Yuko doesn't see this or she's gonna tease him about his boyfriend / biggest fan until the end of time

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Pics I drew made me think of kenjikoto train ride(s):

Makoto tired, either tucks into Kenji's shoulder or leans on his head for a quick nap

Kenji doesn't mind, knows Makoto doesn't sleep the best, even if he doesn't know why

Anytime the train jostles or moves he instinctually holds Makoto's head so it doesn't shake or fall, wants him to be comfortable

it's not until they reach the destination and Makoto separates from him that Kenji thinks… oh, that was actually nice. I wish the ride could've been just a little bit longer

a bonus if Makoto senses his change in mood and gives him a shoulder bump, trying to cheer him up. Maybe offering to hang out awhile longer at the dorm or something

Aka there is no way Kenji isn't touch starved, as are all the protags and a third of the cast pft

About Makoto being a frequent napper: Asks Kenji to eat on the roof with him almost exclusively so he can take a nap, because he's just a lil bit silly like that. Gives Kenji time to just talk to him, ramble, hard to do that when you're out eating food.

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Girl Advice made me think of a rough conversation

"Everyone assumes you're cold, man. No wonder you dont have a girlfriend! Even if they talked to you, a few words outta your mouth and they'd turn tail and leave."

"Why's it so important to have a girlfriend, anyway?" Eats some of his lunch bread

"You're such a good guy, you deserve one, man!" A shoulder tap. "If they knew the real you, they'd be falling over themselves to get your attention, I know it."

Makoto a head tilt or a look, confused by the use of 'deserve'. Kenji deciphers it

"… well a girlfriend makes guys happy, right? I want to see you happy all the time!" Putting both his hands on Makoto's shoulders and shaking him a smidge. "Doesnt it sound fun? Double dates, man, we can hang out all the time!"

Makoto blinks in a thoughtful way, meeting Kenji's eyes. "But I'm already happy, hanging out with you like this. Isn't that enough? We do things together all the time… why do we need anyone else?"

Kenji blinks a bit in surprise. Yeah, he'd never thought of that. He's also really happy around Yuki… is that… ok? For two guys to always hang out alone? Yuki never seems to think it's odd…

Makoto slowly grabs Kenji's hands off of his shoulder, Kenji swears he feels Yuki squeeze them for just a second before a wrapped sandwich is pushed into them.

"Eat, almost time for class. You can't live off ramen forever."

Kenji just nods, unwrapping it and adjusting himself before taking a bite. If Makoto feels just a bit more of their sides touching, he doesn't comment on it

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theproblemcallednight · 1 year ago

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unhinged au idea from my sleep-deprived brain:

so what if after untold origins when fukuzawa and mori stand off ranpo ends up in the pm. this would be the first time his "ability" would've failed him bc he thought fukuzawa would come and save him. however, pm dazai is there (ik the ages prob won't work out very well bc daz joined the pm when he was 14ish but shhh) and tells ranpo that he doesn't have an ability. ofc ranpo refuses to beleive that fukuzawa lied to him and is in denial. but daz explains his ability and tells ranpo to put his glasses on. while ranpo is still in denial, he knows that daz is right, and spirals. so mori ends up taking him into the pm and encourages ranpo to be mad at fukuzawa for lying to him, and thus tortured pm ranpo is born.

i can't tell if this is a good idea or not. someone make me sleep. oh also daz prob gave ranpo his tie for recruiting him. maybe it symbolizes smth who knows.

#im feeling so unhinged today #yknow what i blame c&p #raskolnikov is being too relatable #anyways #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd au #bsd ranpo #bsd dazai

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musingsofamomlessmom · 2 years ago

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This isn’t a feel bad for me or a I need help thing. This isn’t me say I need to give up anything else I’m doing. This is me verbal diarrhea-ing what’s been going on with me and how I came to the realization…

I know my mom and I had a tumultuous relationship during her life, but since she had grandchildren that all changed. She was my sounding board for everything relating to the kids- parenting, medical things etcetera. She supported my parenting choices no matter what, and no matter who didn’t support them. She was (and still is) one of the only people I’d let keep my kids for more than a few hours. Since her death, I’ve been a little more than slightly unhinged.

I had a problem with thinking- I didn’t want to think about how I lost my mom, my parental support, my kids best friend. I couldn’t work through the “stages of grief” bullshit. So, I started to volunteer for anything and everything. Helping coach sports I had no idea about? Sure! Joining the PTO board? Of course! Joining the board at the daycare? You bet! Enrolling in school full time? Obviously. Picking up every possible shift at work? Duh! Getting an overnight job on top to school, another job and everything else? Sounds great. We attended any and every event we could. My children got signed up for whatever their little hearts desired. I did anything to fill my days. I couldn’t just be. I refused to ask anyone for help. When I didn’t have a million things going on, I’d create things to do or drink. Sometimes being at holidays or family events I felt her absence so deeply I drank too much. When I needed help, I didn’t ask and I was completely frazzled and almost hitting rock bottom. (It’s funny because reading this back I thought to myself that I wasn’t doing “that much” and I was “just fine” without help…that’s how screwed my perception has been)

It wasn’t until recently when I stopped and realized- what the hell am I doing? I decided to cut back. I started drinking less often. I decided to pull my nursing school application and pursue the degree I’m just 3 classes away from completing… I figured I could return to nursing one day if I wanted to after I finally, after a million years got some sort of freaking degree. I decided to work only one job. I decided to not guilt myself and beat myself up (as much, it’s a work in progress) if I didn’t want to go to a meeting or an event or if I had to say no. I decided to prioritize myself- planning a monthly moms dinner with some rockstar mothers and a monthly date night for Zack and I. Accepting invitations when I was able to. Hiring a babysitter sometimes. Taking a nap after working an overnight instead of pushing myself to be up over 24 hours.

Guess what? I haven’t lost it (yet). The world is still spinning. I could ask for help without people resenting me. I can live life in a healthier, more mentally stable way without everything imploding. I guess my next step after this is working the rest of the stages of grief. I think I’m pretty good with denial, anger and depression… on to acceptance and hope.

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icharchivist · 1 year ago

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maybe were also in denial because I refuse to believe that percy is the only member of his family who isnt a freak. i cannot believe that this man is completely vanilla while his big bros are like that yknow. i simply refuse

WELL. WELL.

I mean the guy joined our crew over the idea that "wow MC you're so stupidly naive in your kindness. i need more people like that around me." He also almost got himself killed to protect people and let himself be beaten up to protect us. And he also didn't move an inch when he saw Lancelot chained up, just called him pathetic and was ready to leave the room had it not been for Vane saving him.

those aren't the action of a well adjusted man.

Also i'm personally inclined to think he's slightly possessive of MC due to that one time in the Bistro event where he tried to go hunting with MC just the two of them and he was so excited about it but Vane ended up helping out and he was SO MAD at Vane after that.

I think he's less overly a freak like his brothers in general, but i think it's overcompensation. Like "i can't act bad like my brothers, i have to be good" so he hypercompensate to be sure not to be like them on the point where they have issues. But that just means that this guy would have a hundred of dormant issues going on honestly, and who knows when they might blow up.

but i'm not the person to give a proper character dive about it because i'm totally unhinged about Percival and nip pick everything he does. So. well.

#re that latter point i'm the person who thinks that there's a scene in his summer FE #which basically is him screaming he wants kids with MC #why? because in that scene he takes care of a child and all #and then he lovingly gives the child to MC and he's so tender and he trusts MC with her #and then Lyria and Vyrn starts teasing him about how he'd be a good father #and then he suddenly gets flustered and storms out #(and it's just before he ends up having a dream about how MC is the person he wants at his side forever)#and to me it's clearly this moment of 'dude was imagining his whole family life with MC in that moment'#'but those kids pointed it out and now this is embarassing'#... so yeah i'm not. i'm not exactly the right person to ask because I'M the freak and the one to overread everything he does.#resting my case your honor #ichareply #ichafantalks gbf #anonymous

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jadedwolf18-blog · 2 years ago

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Danny’s reaction 👀

🤍🖤💚💙💚🖤🤍

Chapter 20

Dan shot awake at the in-eldrich screech that rang through the Keep. It took him a second to realise it had come from his brother’s room. Without thought he teleported to just outside the door to the royal chambers. Banging on the door called out. “Danny let me in before I bust the door down!”

“NO!” Dan cringed at the near sonic denial. If it hadn’t been for the protection charm around the room, he would have teleported in already.

“What do you mean no?” He banged on the door a second time. “You don’t get to sleep for two days and then wake the whole damned Realms with a sound that scared every creature that heard it!”

“No!” Dan’s brow twitched. The brat was obviously not in any danger or they would have had a more strained commanding tone. No, this was an eldritch chicken being strangled while a banshee cackled in the background. Not a pleasant sound for so early in the morning.

“Danny, I swear to Clock Work, If you don’t let me in and tell me what in the ever living fuck is going on… I’m finding a way to bust this door open!” Not a second later a screeching pigeon responded, just as loud as the initial sound that woke up the Realms.

“I’m ok! Don’t come in!” Dan snarled, despite the sound there was a clear command in Danny’s voice and he could do nothing but sit down against the wall and wait for his, royal pain in the ass, brother to calmed down enough to let everyone know what’s going on. Elle was quick to join him and they spent the time playing games and shooing away the curious ghosts, who came by to find out what had made such a disturbance.

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Danny woke up feeling both well rested and tired, which was strange, it was a different tired than the one they had fallen asleep with. Stretching out their long body, scales sliding over each other as they slid off their bed, jaw unhinging slightly with a wide yawn.

Something caught their attention, it sounded like glass chiming when lightly knocked together, and their hazy gaze drifted to their bed. ‘Huh? Why is their a nest on my bed?’ Forcing their eyes to open fully, they crawled over to the bed, looking over the tiny glass balls that were scattered across their stupidly large bed. Taking note of how their pillows and blankets had been arranged around the centre of the bed, leaving enough space around the perimeter to coil around it and sleep comfortably. ‘It really looks like a nest…”

Shrinking down to their usual size, they stood up and climbed back onto the bed, gently picking up one of the glass balls, they felt their core purr in satisfaction, affection and a deep instinctual need to protect them. Closing their eyes, they had the brief hope they weren’t what they thought they were but new deep down that hope would die soon.

They took a deep unneeded breathe and inspected the glass marble, it was the size of their palm, made of something that resembled glass and their ice with the same blue-green sheen and if they looked closer they could just make out a tiny dot. If all that didn’t confirm their suspicion, then the barely there gentle thrumming of a developing core left absolutely no space for doubt. The thrumming was coming from all of them and they knew, felt, they were resonating with their own core.

Gently placing the one they held back with the others, they backed away. Blinking away the last of their sleep, as the realisation that there was no-one else in the room the eggs could belong to dawned on them, their body finally caught up with their brains reaction and they cried out in shock.

Not long after there was banging at their door, they were not ready to explain! They didn’t even know how to explain to themself! Glancing back at the bed as their core demanded to keep the, eggs… in sight, while also wanting to quiet the worry and annoyance they could feel from the other side. They weren’t really listening to the voice outside the door but could figure out the gist of Dan’s demands and replied with the first thing they could force out. They began pacing at the side of the bed, core comforted by the proximity but at the same time their brain was freaking out.

Eventually the noise outside the door quieted, they were vaguely aware of the fact that they’d slipped a command in their panic and made a note to apologise later. Now… they had a freak out session.

“How is this possible? I’m physically male right? I don’t care either way but biology doesn’t work like this!” They continued to mutter to themself as they sat against the bed. “The last person I was with was years ago! We were both careful and Sam’s biologically female!”

Getting up they went to check over the… Their eggs, core purring the whole time. Danny marvel at how smooth and small they were, they resemble fish eggs and they wondered if it was because of their mer ancestry. Gently running their finger over the glass like shells, they could feel the little cores slight vibrations as they resonated with their own. With a soft smile on their face they retreated from the bed, core satisfied with their wellbeing for now.

The further they got the more their brain returned to their previous thoughts. “How? Just how?”

They didn’t know how long they spent panicking and fussing over the eggs, their eggs, but it must have been awhile.

“Oh Ancients! How am I going to tell Elle? Scratch that. How am I going to tell Dan? How am I going to raise them all?!” Their thoughts continued to flipflop between freaking out and marvelling at the fact they were going to have more kids.

“Kids. At eighteen. Hahahah. I have Elle, it can’t be that different right? Right? Who am I kidding, Elle’s a trouble maker, now I’m going to have to raise…” They spent a good while counting them after that thought, carefully moving them across the bed as they counted each one. “Six Hundred and Eighty-Two… six hundred and eighty-two… Hahahahaha!”

“Danny? You good in there?” Dan’s voice cut through their hysterical laughter, Danny took a moment to centre themself before answering.

“Everything’s fine, great, super, nothing to worry about here!” They ignored the squeak in their voice.

“Daddy, are you sure, are you hiding a ghost hyena?! Daddy I want a ghost hyena, that’s not fair, pease can you share it!” Elle’s voice drifted through their haze and another, near deranged, giggle slipped from their lips.

“No, no hyena here! Just me and… um… yeah, just me!” Looking around the room, they spotted a chest that had originally held all their spare pillows and blankets and quickly grabbed it and set it next to the bed. Lining it with two thick blankets with pillows between them and the walls, Danny carefully begat to set the eggs neatly into it, hoping all of the eggs would fit and they’d be able to close the lid. “I-I’ll be out soon!”

Once they were satisfied that they wouldn’t be jostled around, Danny set a pillow on top of them before slowly and carefully closing the lid and making sure it was latched securely. Increasing their size, slightly, so they could clutch the chest close comfortably and settle their core. It was not happy with taking the eggs out of their secure space, Danny could feel the roiling grumble deep in their chest. ‘I need to see Frostbite, he would know what was going on.” Their core went back to a displeased hum.“Taking them with is better than leaving them.”

With that, they sped past Dan and Elle, ignoring their shouts and questions. Making a beeline for the for the Far Frozen.

*****

Dan and Elle looked at each other and then back at, a clearly panicking, Danny as they shot through the Ghost Zone. With a nod the gave chase.

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Mini Phantom Invasion

<< Chapters One - Six | << Chapters Seven - Twelve | << Chapters Thirteen - Eighteen

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Mini Phantom Invasion - Mini Adventures

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Fourth lot of chapters begins! Thank you for all the interest and likes!

And the time line has caught up to the start of the Mini Adventures!

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Chapter 19

Danny fell silent after their recount of everything they had gone through, from when they died, all the to how they became king. They had shared bits and pieces with Dan and compared their live up till the Nasty Burger incident and how Danny’s was different after Dan was sealed away but it had never been in such detail or in one whole sitting. It felt like a weight, they didn’t know they had, had been lifted off their shoulders.

They had a brother, a blood related older sister who understands the feeling of being thrust into a hero role and a brother-in-law had also experienced finding out he was an entirely different race than they had been raised as. Not to mention their niece and now, officially, their daughter.

They had a family, people who understood in ways their friends and Jazz had never been able to do. They new their true heritage, even if half was still missing. They felt more whole than they’d ever felt, even before the accident. All the little odd behaviours they’d has a a child, that the Fentons had basically trained them out of doing, that they were told was wrong. They finally knew why and that they had in fact been normal behaviours for a mer-child.

Looking over to where Rukia and Elle were playing… they were relieved and happy that Elle would be able to embrace all of her instinct from the start. They still found themself holding back or suppressing some instincts, even around others of their kind. Years of being told, trained, to act human were hard to shake off.

****

Clock Work had come to inform them that the claiming ceremony was ready and the family of siblings and nieces made their way to the private room. The ceremony was short and sweet. An exchange of ectoplasm and a sworn oath of familial bond.

They had all been surprised, excluding Clock Work who was acting as the main witness, when Elle was engulfed in a bright light. Once it had faded they were met with a human looking Elle as a three year old.

Clock Work was quick to explain that the ceremony had corrected the unnatural age progression that Vlad had put her through in the pod, as well as the error in her make up that had made her susceptible to destabilisation, even with the Ecto dejecto. She was now a true Halfa. Her memory was still intact but she would now act more her true age.

Danny had scooped Elle up and held her close, they had always had the fear, that she would one day disintegrate and they would not be able to help her. This was one less fear they had to worry about. She was safe and healthy and she will never destabilise again.

****

Dan sighed as he slumped back into his chair. Dan had a strange mix of emotions, he wanted to go after Vlad for what he had done but he was happy to have another niece, there was also the jumbled thought on if Elle could be counted as his as well or if, despite being the same person, their genetics were different.

It was something to look into, for curiosities sake, for all they knew they could actually be brothers… their mother could travel dimensions for fucks sake, it was in the realm of possibility. Did Clock Work know? Who was he kidding, they probably did. Continuing that thought he wondered if they had the same father? Was a different time period also considered a different universe? It that was the case, how did he end up the same in the same environment, with the same people? He new of other Earths, thanks to his time with the JL. They had made no progress in finding their father…

Maybe it was time they asked Clock Work directly. He didn’t have much hope in finding him nor that he would be happy to learn about them, to be honest, unless Clock Work hinted or told them where to look. Considering time, would their father even be alive now? They didn’t have a time frame or any indication of what time period or universe he was from. He didn’t particularly care either way but Danny…He would keep looking for his brother’s sake.

His intrusive thoughts were interrupted by a pat to his leg, looking down he came face-to-face with his youngest niece.

“Hi!” The smile on the three year olds face made him wary. It was to much like Danny’s, when they were up to something, to not be suspicious. Dan knew for a fact he did not smile like that when planning something. Danny had told him many times he had more of a smirk, Danny, and therefore Elle, had a smile that radiated to much innocence that anyone who was not familiar with the little gremlin would never suspect the chaos they had, were causing or will cause in the future.

“Hi… can I help you?” He continued to watch for any hint of what she was up to, as her eyes widened and her smile brightened, his senses prickled further. Danny had caught him off guard, more times than he’d like to admit, with that look. Were her eyes sparkling…?

“Can I call you Uncle Udon too?” Dan stared before slumping further into his chair, in resignation. ‘I’m never going to shake this nickname now.’ His siblings’ laughter and his older niece’s giggles just further cemented the thought.

****

Their older sister and her family stayed with them for a week after the coronation and Dan had informed the JL that both he and Phantom would be off world for the week and had Katana checking in with Japan during the week while Superman had offered to do a few flybys during his free time. Their claimed haunt was relatively problem free but they did suffer natural disasters at certain times of the year. Though they were quick to boot anyone who planned to cause trouble, before it could truly begin.

It had been nice, all the heavy stuff had been felt with on the first day and that left the rest of the week to relax and bond as a family. Rukia and Elle had become fast friends and they Danny, Lucia and Kaito got to know each other more and they had learned more about their Mother and the world their sister lived in. Sharing stories of being teen heroes in worlds that had no other heroes to guid them. Danny was happy.

Once their sister and her family had gone home, Danny and Dan had returned to Japan and their home town, Elle in tow. To say the town was overjoyed was an understatement, they had shown a festival in honour of Yuurei and the the fact that they would continue to prosper for many generations in the future. Elle had had a blast as she played with the town children and are to her hearts content. She loved the fact that she now had a place to, permanently, call home. That night they slept at the Shiro as the festival continued for three days.

****

Things had settled down, after three weeks, and Danny was only now ready to face the box of their mother remains. It was common for some ghosts to have keepsakes of family members, even the mere kept blood pearls, either to remember or as gifts of protection or proof of bonds. The thing was, usually, it was one or two pieces. A tooth, lock of hair, blood pearl or fur. Not every usable piece, like the Hunters had kept. Now faced with the box full of fins and scales… They didn’t know what to do. Deciding that they could figure it out later, they started organising them, trying not to think about where they had come from. Ells was taking a nap and Dan had come in at some point to help them. They were thankful for the quiet support.

****

Danny was exhausted. It didn’t happen often anymore, due to the power boost being King of The Infinite Realms gave them, but it had been a long two weeks. There had been an intergalactic war that was getting to close to their planetary orbit and almost everyone had gone to investigate and help, in any way they could, to resolve the problem peacefully. Everything had been going well but one side had decided that they still wanted the other planets resources. The JL were then fully dragged into the war. They were finally able to resolve thing with minimal casualties but it had taken its toll on everyone their.

Dan had stayed back so Earth wasn’t left unprotected while most of the heavy hitters were off planet. He had also kept an eye on Elle. Once Danny had returned home, despite their fatigue and heavy body, they had spent some much needed time with Elle. All three of them had gone to the hot spring and messed around as Danny unwound the tension they had built up over the weeks they had away.

It had been their first large scale fight, they had been involved with, Dan was usually the one to go on these kind of missions but this one had been in space. In Space! Sure they could go anytime they wanted but they also had a pull at their protection obsession. So two vultures one stone.

It didn’t hurt that their partner for this particular mission was Red Robin. They had gotten to know the other hero on a more personal level, though that is rather subjective, they were friends now. Besides, war didn’t allow for deep discussion, as much as movies portray at least. They mainly worked on information gathering, hacking alien tech and espionage, in some cases, in their quest for information. For the first week at least. The second week was filled with fighting and making sure their teammates did join their domain so soon.

Danny sighed as they slipped further into the hot water. They were so relaxed that they didn’t notice a certain three year old sneak up on them.

“Daddy? When can I get a sybling?” To say Danny nearly drowned would be false but they did sink into the water and flounder around in surprised embarrassment, before coming up and sputtering. Dan was laughing in the background.

“Not unless someone manages to clone me! Again!” They cried out in a rush before mumbling. “Or someone actually agrees to marry me.”

****

Danny collapsed onto their bed at Phantom’s keep. The rush of Ectoplasm would help them get back to normal quicker. They snuggled into their pillow and their thoughts drifted to Elle’s question and immediately blushed when Red Robin crossed their mind. Forcing their mind to be quiet, they slipped into sleep. Their dreams were hazy and fragmented and their consciousness remains out of reach for almost to days. Unaware of their sleepy actions.

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Knuckles and Knives (Silco/f!Reader)

this is my little celebration for 1500 followers. this writing on this one is unfettered chickenparm chaotic narrative, not the usual stuff i put out but with a bit more ✧spice✧. you'll see. there's some swear words and shenanigans mixed in with the meat of this spicy ball.

thank you @sweatandwoe for theorycrafting and betaing this buffoonery with me and helping brainstorm all the good parts. my love •́ε•̀٥

Silco/f!Reader 5,640 Words - NSFW Knife play, choking, Silco beating two(2) people up, rough-ish sex, P in V, the tiniest whiff of bloodplay

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One of the best things about your career was the job security that came with it.

When you first joined on over a year ago, you hadn’t been particularly valuable - until you made yourself so. Now, you handled all of the money - counting, tracking, doling out bonuses and monthly salaries. Fighting Jinx over her allowance as dictated by your boss and winning the argument had really cemented your status here.

So you supposed you had that job security because it turned out you were the only one that could handle it to the degree that it needed to be handled. You were useful because of what you provided, and the amount of work you took on that used to fall on the shoulders of the man down the hallway - probably sitting in his office and trying to wind down after how long this night had been.

Your own shift was coming to a close, with the only duty you had left to perform being the one you always did on the 27th day of the month - getting Silco to sign off on the salaries of his employees that weren't paid per job. With the folder tucked under your arm, you locked up your office and grabbed your bag to leave after dropping the paperwork off.

Time is money to Silco, and you’d been given express permission to enter his office as needed. You hadn’t wanted to at first, citing his privacy and also joking about walking in on something you shouldn’t. At that point, you’d been rather new, and while you recognized now the look Silco had given you at that time was amusement, you’d been scared shitless for weeks after the fact.

But Silco had reminded you time and time again, and that’s why you didn’t knock. You didn’t even stop to ponder what the strange thudding sounds were that came from just beyond the door.

The hinges didn’t creak, so it swung open silently and gave you a bountiful view of Silco’s hands around a previous employee’s neck, one you recognize as Gregory. The poor sap has a gash on the side of his head as he is picked up from the floor - judging by position, he’d likely been slammed against the sharp corner of the desk by Silco himself.

With strength you didn’t think Silco possessed and an uncharacteristically loud shout that does something odd to your heart, Silco tossed him to the middle of the room and kicked him onto his back with a booted foot. The gold trim of his boot finds itself planted heel-first in the man’s abdomen with a sickening sound of air leaving lungs and Silco’s grunt.

Then he did it again, and again. And you watched unmoving and with bated breath, taking in the scene before you. Silco looked unhinged, with his hair falling out of place and his sleeves rolled up, blood already on his fists from whatever beating his victim had gotten before you came in. And then there was the spit, flying from his grit teeth with every kick.

There’s a viciousness that you’ve never seen before, completely unfettered and uncontrolled as his long limbs swing with every blow. Long fingers curled into fists, but they’re soon reaching down and wrapping around Greg’s neck once more as he picks him up to lean over and look the man in his swollen eyes.

Silco’s rage lulls for a second as his mismatched gaze flicks over the man’s face, watching lips and skin begin to turn blue from the denial of oxygen. There’s not a single doubt in your mind that Silco would hold Greg’s throat shut until the sun finished rising and the body had grown cold. With heaving breaths through his teeth, Silco’s shoulders rise and fall in a quick rhythm that you find yourself unconsciously matching with your own.

Holy shit, are you into this? Your mind is racing, taking in the lines of Silco’s hunched position, the tendons in his hands straining as he methodically strangles the life out of Greg. There’s a vein on his temple that is stark against his skin, and you can’t stop your eyes from flicking to his forearms to look for more.

The papers crinkle from your suddenly-sweaty grip, and Silco’s eyes snap to you with wild fury - it’s almost like he doesn’t recognize you for a second before his bunched-up shoulders relax and he looks at you with nothing but shock. You know he has words on his tongue about you knocking, but they don’t make it past his lips before he remembers his standing rule of just-come-in.

The man hit the floor with a sickening thud of an already-injured skull, and Silco removed himself from his bent-over position to stand tall before you.

“Can I do something for you?”

There’s something he wants to say at the end of his sentence - you can see the way his lips move to form another word before he clamps them shut and looks at you with a raised brow. On the floor, the man groans, and you feel your heartbeat skip when you see the switch flip and Silco squats down and clocks Greg in one of his eyes with three sharp, precise punches that have the man falling suspiciously limp on the floor.

It worries you that you barely give a passing thought on if he’s dead or not. You're more concerned with how badly you want to lick the blood off of his wrists. Fuck, this is weird.

“Children have no manners these days when adults are speaking,” Silco’s voice holds humor that you don’t get to see often, made even more rare by the strange sharpness in his tone. He stands once more to his full height, shaking his hand out and you can’t help but follow the droplets of blood from his knuckles as they hit the floor.

“I uh… was just dropping off the numbers for this upcoming pay period - everything’s set aside and accounted-for, just needs your approval.”

Silco holds a waiting hand out, and you take two extra steps into the room to give him the folder. He doesn’t even look at it as he walks to the desk and sets it on the stack of papers that you know are his to-do work for the following day. There’s another satchel on the surface, one that you know he uses for spare money to keep in the desk.

You have but a second to react and catch it as the bag arcs through the air toward you. Holding the soft velvet to your chest, you look at Silco in confusion as he gestures with a lazy hand at the man on the floor, “Do me a favor and hire someone to clean this up tonight. The usual business is fine. Use the rest to get yourself something nice on the way home - you’ve more than earned it, my dear.”

As you watch his mouth make the motions of those last two words, you realize that’s what he’d originally intended to tack on at the end of his first sentence. Perhaps he was trying to soothe you after the brutal scene you’d just witnessed, but as you left the room with fast steps and avoided your usual end-of-the-evening conversation with Silco, you couldn’t help but look at yourself in a new light when you realize the burning feeling in your gut wasn’t fear or disgust… but arousal.

—

After going home and busting what may or may not have been the scaredest and horniest nut of your life, you cannot bring yourself to look Silco in the eye. You call in sick the next day, and then lock yourself in your office the one after. It hadn’t been a one-time event - sequestering yourself in your house left you with very little to do but find other ways to entertain yourself.

Ways that had you a bit sore on your walk to work this afternoon.

On your desk are the approved salaries, and you file that away for when employees start lurching their way into your office later that night to pick them up. The rest of the day is spent correlating expenses, setting aside money to pay the bills, and finishing more of your minor tasks before you set out to hand-deliver the payments for said invoices. It would get you out of your too-small office for a few hours, but that would come at the cost of stopping by Silco’s lair and letting him know you’d be leaving temporarily.

You shuddered at the thought, at remembering the way he’d grunted through his teeth as he kicked the ever-living shit out of that former employee. You didn’t know what Greg had done, and you likely wouldn’t find out, but Silco usually took decent care of his employees - more than could be said for the other Chem Barons or industry-owners in the Undercity.

If Silco was angry enough to likely kill him, then Greg must have really fumbled something big. Or betrayed him. Though, you had a feeling if it had been the latter, the man would have suffered quite a bit more. You felt a bit fucked up in the head when you realized you wanted to see that.

Silco’s office is quiet, but the thought of walking in on him taking his frustrations out physically has your cheeks burning again and your thoughts scattering like roaches when the lights turn on. You struggle to get yourself under control, and when your cheeks are only slightly-warm you knock on the door. There’s a long moment of silence and shuffling papers before Silco’s smooth voice calls for you to enter.

The first thing you notice are the blood droplets soaked into the floorboards, a harsh reminder of what you’d witnessed only days before. Your eyes are locked on to them, imagining the way he’d shaken his knuckles out - knuckles that were likely still bruised from his treatment. You chance a glance at Silco, taking in the way he’s sitting with his hands steepled on the desk in front of him.

Nonthreatening, and rather casual all things considered. It almost seems deliberate, as his usual posture is one that commands obedience and respect. This is purposefully open and relaxed, like he’s trying to soothe you for some reason. You look at his knuckles, noting that there was a pretty purple color blooming across them that was already beginning to yellow at the edges.

You wished you hadn’t called in yesterday, if only to see them fresh.

“I ah… Just wanted to let you know I’m headed out to make the rounds and clear up the debts for the month.”

Silco regards you for a moment - you can’t look at him directly, you can’t see his expression, and you know he notices it. He doesn’t answer at first, doesn’t really move at all as you focus on the way his fingers tighten together. The bruises look even more stark against his skin as his knuckles turn white. You feel a stress headache coming on.

“Look at me.”

You can’t, or rather you don’t particularly want to, otherwise you’ll give yourself away. But you’re nothing if not a good employee - an obedient employee - so you lift your gaze along his exposed wrists and forearms, the burgundy fabric of his shirt, the line of his neck, and then to Silco’s face where you feel your throat go painfully dry.

He’s looking at you, and there’s actual, genuine concern in his eyes. You don’t know how to react, except for an unsettling feeling in your stomach that makes you want to vomit. You doubted Silco wanted to pay for another clean-up job, so you forced yourself to swallow the feeling down.

His undamaged brow is raised in an unspoken question, but you have no clue what he’s trying to ask so you just stay silent, waiting for him to elaborate. You don’t have to wait long, and you regret your patience with a deep, monolithic sincerity.

“Something’s wrong with you.”

“No, there’s nothing-”

“Don’t lie, you’re terrible at it.”

Silco’s interjection stops your mind in its tracks, and you struggle to find words to cover your ass, because you’ve been found out. There’s no way you’re getting out of this unscathed. You should have known your absence would catch his attention in some way - you’re punctual and your attendance is exemplary. A poorly thought-out series of events that culminated in you standing in front of Silco’s desk and somehow simultaneously shaking in your boots and soaking your underwear with arousal.

“Is it because of what you saw?”

You think about being cheeky, about saying you’ve seen a lot of things, but you know Silco well enough at this point that he’ll simply be more direct and you’ll be back at square one - and he’ll likely be pissed about it, too. Honesty toward him above all else was something he mentioned during a monologue you'd had to sit through some time ago. So, you shrug with one shoulder and reach one hand across your stomach to hold onto your forearm to hide the sudden trembling of your limbs.

“Yes and no.”

“That’s a vague answer, don’t play dumb, my dear.”

Those two words again. If Silco notices the way you immediately start to sweat, he graciously doesn’t bring attention to it. He only stares you down with a challenging tilt of his head. Almost in slow motion, like the swinging of a headsman’s axe, a strand of hair falls loose from where it had been perfectly coiffed with the rest. With every ounce of willpower and strength in your anxious body, and a desperate prayer to any deity that might be listening, you force your eyes to not gaze at it.

You needed to get the fuck out of here before you genuinely developed some sort of heart condition.

How did this come on so quickly? At the beginning of this week, Silco was just your boss that you sometimes had little banters with. He knew enough about you and vice-versa to be passing acquaintances, maybe even tentative friends. But up until you witnessed him beating the everliving shit out of Gregory, attraction hadn’t stirred beyond a subtle appreciation for his good looks.

And now here you were, throat jammed around the words he was waiting to hear, all because he’s tilted his head and called you out on your bullshit. You’d wasted precious seconds on your internal monologue, and he was likely getting impatient.

“Yes, it’s about that.”

Now he’s frowning at you, like your answer had actually bothered him in some way. There’s movement against his cheek, and you realize it’s his tongue working against it in thought. You remembered the flash of it when he’d opened his teeth to shout when he’d punched Gregory’s face in. Your mind gets trapped playing that vision over and over again, remembering it with sickening excitement, to the point that you nearly miss Silco’s next words.

“I forget that this is still new to you. I’m sorry that you had to see it - I’ll pay better attention so it doesn’t happen again.”

Panic strikes your heart, and then even more panic when you realize the initial panic is at the thought of never getting to see Silco in such an unhinged and feral state again - and as a result, you wind up giving him an answer so terrible that you can guarantee you’ll be cringing about it in your bed at night for years to come.

“N-No! I mean- It was fine. It’s very fine, Silco. Uh… sir.”

“It was fine?”

You think about walking into the river and drowning yourself as he looks at you with a deep, contemplative stare that you can swear is peeling back every flimsy layer of deception. Usually you wait for his dismissal, but for once you grow a pair and decide enough is enough.

“I-I’ve got to go before these businesses close. Have a good day, see you tomorrow!”

It’s a jumbled mess of words that barely pass your lips before the door is shutting behind you and you’re practically sprinting down the hall. You hadn’t seen Silco’s reaction and you sincerely did not want to - you’re not sure your weakened heart can take whatever he throws at you, especially when you’d practically given him the perfect reason to fire you for unprofessional conduct.

You finish the rounds quickly, and thank your forethought to bring your belongings with you so you could go home right away and take care of yourself in more ways than one.

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Two blissfully uneventful days go by, and you cannot believe your luck when you manage to snake through both without a mention or reminder of your horrible, no good, extremely horny thoughts.

You dole out the salaries for the month, keep records of the bills you paid, balance the accounts and send out invoices of your own for the various businesses that pay for protection or operate from buildings that Silco owns. It’s mind-numbing, but you love it. It’s almost like retail therapy, but you’re buying things with Silco’s money that are practical and needed for his various businesses to run smoothly.

At the end of the day, you almost forget you were ever so egregiously horny about your boss in the first place - until you realize you’ve got paperwork that needs to be sent off to one of the Chem Barons and it needs Silco’s signature - and it needs to be sent out today. Grieving the loss of your sanity after such a short time of enjoying it, you gather the paperwork and make your walk to another awkward and stilted conversation with Silco.

The office door is once again shut, and having learned your lesson the first time on fucking around and finding out, you knock sharply and wait for him to call you in. There is a moment of hesitation before he does, and he does it using your name - he knows it’s you.

You open the door, step inside, and immediately wonder if you’ve got one foot in heaven and one foot in hell, because somehow this is your deepest fantasy and most heinous nightmare.

Silco’s got a man tied up, with a blackened eye and a swollen jaw, and- Gods, is that a knife? It is, you confirm, and your eye takes in the malicious gleam of the blade in Silco’s hand that’s pressed oh so delicately against the man’s neck as Silco holds his hair and cranes his head to the side.

You’re staring openly, and there’s a sly curve of amusement on Silco’s lips while you do it. Swallowing hard enough that you’re not entirely sure you haven’t sent your tongue straight down your gullet, you nearly-wheeze, “I’ll come back later.”

“There’s no need - Take a seat, I’ll be with you in a moment, sweetheart.”

You give a passing thought to the suspicion that perhaps you really have died and now you’re in some sort of horny, sexually-frustrated purgatory that’s built solely to make you lust over a man you simultaneously cannot have and did not want up until a few days ago.

Silco pulls the knife from his guest’s neck just long enough to point the end of it at his couch - there’s throw pillows artfully placed and a glass of water sitting on a coaster with condensation dripping down the side. Something about this makes you feel like he was expecting you, and you can’t be arsed to think about it lest your brain turn to slime and slide out your ears.

You’re rigid on the couch, watching with eyes as wide as the moon itself as Silco turns back around and rolls both sleeves up with easy, practiced movements. There’s an edge to Silco’s voice as he speaks to the man in the chair, the knife pressed into the softest part of his neck beneath his jawline.

“I’m wondering what worth you can continue to provide if you cannot be bothered to do your job. I expected that shipment to make it through the gates yesterday, so tell me why it’s back in my store rooms downstairs.”

“Th-There’s a new assistant dockmaster, they d-don’t know how we operate-”

“And you didn’t think to educate them? That it was better to allow them to hinder my affairs without repercussions?”

“They’ll be gone, I swear it! M-Me and the boys, we’ll make him disappear-”

“See to it that he has an accident,” Silco emphasizes his words with a press of the knife, and your eyes eagerly follow the line of blood that wells up along the edge and travels down the blade. There’s no guard on the handle, and the redness slides unfettered onto Silco’s skin. Silco doesn’t even flinch from it as he finishes, “Or you’ll find yourself a widower.”

“I will, I swear it, I will!”

“Good, then we’re in agreement.”

And the knife is pulled away just long enough for Silco to curl his hand in a fist around the handle and crash his knuckles against the man’s nose. There’s a sickening crack, and you’re not sure if it’s the man’s face or your teeth under the pressure of your jaw grinding them together.

Silco’s got the man untied with no more than four quick slices of the knife, and he waves him off with a noncommittal gesture of the knife toward the door, “Hurry along, you’ve got work to do. I expect it to be done tonight.”

The man doesn’t hesitate, only stumbles to the door and leaves you in the room that is suddenly scorching hot. Is the oxygen suddenly gone? You’re finding it hard to breathe when Silco turns to look at you with expectant, knowing eyes. His knuckles will be bruised again, redness from the impact and the blood already staining his skin atop the greenish-yellow contusion that existed prior.

“You needed me for something, sweetheart?”

Hell yeah you did, but not in the ways he likely knew about or was expecting. Your hands are clasped together tightly in your lap, and you know damn well that your mouth is so dry that there’s no way you’ll be able to unstick your tongue from the roof of your mouth. With a trembling hand, you reach out and snatch up the water to down it in one go.

Silco’s smiling, a sharp little thing that is just wide enough to show a flash of his teeth. You hate it, you decide that just now. It's both a blessing and a curse, and the latter is more prolific. It's not worth the trouble you've gotten yourself in.

“I uh… Actually, I don't remember anymore.”

A cop-out excuse, one that doesn’t fly in the slightest as Silco steps closer. The knife raises in the air, and with a quick downward swipe of his hand he’s got it embedded in the table in front of you - the handle still wobbles from the force, and you worry you’ve ruined your underwear in the short span of time you’ve allowed this man to work you up in arousal.

“Try to remember.”

“I think I should just go, honestly.”

Fuck it all, you’ll just forge his signature. It wouldn’t be the first time, and you’re kicking your own ass for not thinking of it sooner.

Silco steps over the table, leaving a boot print on its surface as he falls over the top of you and cages your body against the arm while supporting himself with those long fucking limbs of his. You remember hearing about a breed of goats that stiffen and faint when they’re exposed to too much excitement, and you wonder if you’re about to find a kinship with those animals as Silco looks at you like you’re something to eat.

“So soon?” His breath is hot on your face as he leans in - he smells like cigars and cognac and a little bit like the blood on his hands that’s undoubtedly staining his couch. One singular thought pings around in your head, spinning round and round like a broken record - you desperately want this man. If it wasn’t clear before, there wasn’t a single doubt in your mind now.

But this wasn’t a good idea, especially with how unruly your mind was getting at Silco’s proximity - perhaps he’d indulged a bit too much in his drink this evening, or maybe doing a bit of good old fashioned crime got him worked up. Your voice wasn’t cooperating as you tried to stammer out an excuse, a reason to get the hell out of this room where the walls were suddenly closing in a bit too quickly for your tastes.

Blindly but with the kind of precision that comes from knowing your surroundings intimately, Silco reaches back for the knife and dislodges it from the table with one tug. The metal is still gleaming despite the red stain on the blade, and Silco knows you’re staring at it unabashedly.

“Say the word, and I’ll give you everything you want, darling. Tell me what you came here looking for.”

“Y-You.”

“M-Me?” Silco mocks, and your breath is suddenly too-thick to speak with. One eyebrow raise is his encouragement, urging you to finish that thought. Maybe a bit stupidly, you fall for the bait and lift your chin.

“I came here for you.”

“Then don’t move.”

It’s quick, so fast you can’t even flinch before it’s already done and your shirt is wide open and the cups of your bra are suddenly loose with the band between having been cut cleanly. Like it’s an extension of himself - the movements so precise and calculated that the blade barely kisses your skin - Silco flicks your ruined clothes open to bare you to his eyes.

Heaven is what you’ve decided on. If Silco lays a hand on you, you’ll be convinced this is some kind of nirvana that you’ve reached. You’re still convinced you’re dead as Silco leans down, deliberately watching your expression as his tongue slips past his lips and swirls around one nipple, before taking it between his lips with a leisurely suck.

No, definitely alive, and definitely not dreaming. Against your control, one of your hands shoots to the back of his head to twist your fingers in his hair, encouraging the movement of his tongue against your skin - you don’t want it to stop, but you’re also thinking of other places that tongue could be put to use if you just had enough time.

The knife settles between your breasts - cold and menacing with just how close that razor-sharp edge was to your skin. But there isn’t a single worry in your mind, because after seeing how expertly he’d handled it, you trusted him with whatever he decided to do with it.

Silco pulls away from you with a wet pop, the sudden sharpness of the sensation making you whine - and Silco’s smiling again, his teeth looking extra-sharp as his eyes are hungry.

“Get your pants off, or you’ll be walking home tomorrow with your ass out.”

Tomorrow? You want to linger on that word, ask him what the hell that implies, but then the knife is grazing against your skin toward the band of your pants and you’re shimmying out of them faster than you’d ever done before. The blade taps against your hip bone as Silco hums with approval.

“Good girl.”

There’s a second where you feel weightless in the face of that two-word phrase. And then when you come back down to earth you realize that you are relentlessly aroused and already spreading your legs for your boss like one of the girls just down the street that Sevika liked to frequent. You’re startled as the knife is tossed to the floor carelessly, and Silco pushes away from you to sit upright and look at what you’re presenting to him.

“I suspected it, but you really are into this, aren’t you?”

“It’s as new for me as it is for you, honestly,” Your words are weak and barely hold any weight as his hands find your knees and spread you wider around his hips. Silco’s brow twitches upwards at your words, but he doesn’t make a comment on it as he takes in the way you’re already dripping onto the couch cushions.

“Silco,” You nearly whine, and he only gives you a hum for an answer as he glides his thumbs along the insides of your knees. It’s disarmingly soft, and you’re not sure how to take this weird trichotomy of cutting your clothes off with a knife, implying you’re staying the night, and then gently caressing your skin.

But you don’t hate it. You absolutely do-the-fuck-not.

“Yes, my dear, use your words. Your unwillingness to ask for things is what’s gotten us into this mess in the first place.”

You’re fairly certain the only mess in this entire room is what is happening under his sharp gaze, but you do as he asks and barely whisper, “I want you. I need you.”

Silco barely gets two buttons unfastened on his pants before he’s yanking them down his hips and pulling his dick out - it’s obvious that he’s painfully hard, if the redness of his swollen tip is anything to go off of. You tug your bottom lip between your teeth, watching with a monumental amount of anticipation as he presses against you to gather some of your wetness on his cock.

One glide against your folds is all it takes for you to sigh his name, the pressure on your clit sending your head rolling back against the armrest you’re pushed up against. Silco actually laughs at you, though it’s just as rough as you’d expect from his very-clear arousal. A hand slides up your body, stopping only to tweak one of your nipples before it curls around your throat - the webbing of his thumb is pressed against your windpipe, but it’s the pressure at the sides of your neck that has you breathing heavily with the unspoken promise.

“Tell me what you need from me, my lovely.”

“I-I need you to fuck me,” You swallow, feeling the pressure of him against your neck and you know he felt that motion as well, “Please, I’m about to go fucking insane.”

Silco leans forward, his cock just barely pushing against your hole as a promise, and his lips find the corner of your mouth with a taunt on his breath, “I’d like to see that, but since you asked so prettily…”

The sharp inhale you take is so much sharper than any knife he’s got, your walls stretching suddenly as he enters you with a vicious thrust. You weren’t ready for it, but you’re already moaning as he pistons into you with quick, long thrusts that immediately scratch every itch you’ve got. It’s enough to have you wantonly moaning Silco’s name like some cock-dumb idiot, but the sounds you’re making seem to be doing something to him because his thrusts are less measured and more feral.

Tilting your head back down to look at Silco, you’re greeted with the same sight as the one you’d seen that first incident - teeth bared, eyes wild, hair completely disheveled as he fucks into you with reckless abandon. And by every light in the Undercity he’s got you fucked up looking like that, there’s no other way to explain the way it makes your cunt tighten like a vice around his cock.

“Touch yourself,” Silco’s voice is breathless and vicious as he orders you, “Cum for me and I’ll take you to my bed and make sure you leave here so satisfied you’re crawling back on your knees.”

As if you wouldn’t do that for him already, you’re damn near ready to worship this man if he demanded it of you. But with shaking fingers you do as he asks, and he watches with laser focus as you rub tight, concise circles around your clit in time with the thrusting of his cock and the lewd wet noises he was creating as a result.

His fingers around your neck tighten against your skin, pushing against the sides and letting the blackness creep in at the edges of your vision. You can’t possibly last long, and within a few more thrusts you’re near-screaming his name to the ceiling. The sensation is impossibly heightened by the way his fingers release perfectly with the first wave of your orgasm. The rush is too much, and Silco has to grab your hips with bruising fingers to keep you from bucking him off.

Silco doesn’t last much longer, not with the way you writhe below him and babble incoherent praise about him and his cock. He cums with naught more than a stuttered curse and fingernails digging into your skin as he pushes impossibly hard against you to bury his cock in your heat as far as he can get it.

There’s a pinch of pain that you hiss at, but he only shifts the angle and no longer presses against you in that way, allowing you to relax against the couch with a disbelieving laugh.

“Something funny?”

“Giddiness, not humor,” You clarify, cracking your eyes open to take in the way he pants with his mouth open, the tiniest shimmer of spit on his lip that you desperately want to savor. So you lean up and grab behind his head to pull him close, your lips crashing against his own with teeth and tongue to get a taste of him.

Silco returns it with his own enthusiasm, and as he slips out of you, he hooks his arms under your body to hoist you up. Your legs wrap around his hips as he carries you away to that bed he promised and the satisfaction you’d been craving.

#silco #silco x reader #silco arcane #arcane silco #minors dni #mind my lil author's note up there #female reader #also i can't believe there's 1500 of you fuckers #where'd y'all even come from????????#love you guys :*

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phoenix-is-the-hottest-thing · 3 years ago

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from one möbius simp to another, do you sometimes feel like sim möbius lacks a little bit of PE möbius' complexity? why or why not?

don't get me wrong, i love love love my unhinged batshit insane sim möbius. but, especially after that lab short, i feel like PE möbius' deep grief and hints of kindness makes her so much more alluring as a character. i want sim möbius to stay a villain, but i'd also like to see what she is aside from that more often: misunderstood, deep down sensitive and lowkey repressed. i hope we get more of that in ER's future chapters!

Oh I completely agree with you! That’s why I always tend to make the distinction between the sim and the original Mobius. They’re characterized differently!

As for why there’s a difference I attribute mainly to two things.

1. Sim Mobius is in a very different situation from the original.

Talking to people has never been her forte, but now all her closest friends are dead one way or another (except for her very busy children) and the only way anything she does can matter is by talking to strangers, who usually are wary of her right away. The other sims are either annoying to her (Elysia), hate her (most of them), stay in seclusion (Griseo), or… is Eden, I guess, but they don’t seem to hang out that often. (perhaps they’re just private, or the grief is too much to take… or she never got to that final point the original did, who acknowledged her respect for Eden)

2. Sim Mobius is not as mature as/more closed off than the original was

The immaturity interpretation is based off of how thoroughly the hologram played her and her denial, Elysia saying she’s missing memories, and general lack of social intelligence (“I don’t know why they hate me, I did nothing wrong” vs the original’s acknowledgment that she’s crossed the line, and doesn’t care about it.) but overall what’s observed is her being closed off.

The sim is petty (insults and mocks Mei a lot and tries to trick her numerous times, which we don’t see the original do, when she mocks people it’s usually because they did something hypocritical, and as pushy as she can get she respects consent in her experiments), she’s very prone to putting up (obvious) fronts and denying she has any attachment or feeling at all (claims she made Klein because the assistant had turned into the 10th, contrast that with the original being a little sheepish because of the obvious but didn’t even try to cook up a ridiculous explanation like that). She also blatantly lies a lot (her reasons for joining cocoon, multiple times pretending she doesn’t know what Mei refers to, etc) and never does the little kindnesses/mindful acts we saw the original do (the milk tea is an obvious example: even if she’s not direct about it Mobius CAN be affectionate, but the main way we see her care about her ELF is getting mad at Kalpas when he claims to have dismembered her, and when she needs to change the topic because Mei walked in she starts criticizing Klein. We also don’t see her doing nice or silly things together with someone like drawing animals with the graph tool. Is she too cynical or is it that she finds it childish? The original didn’t mind being childish, it made her happy. It’s a sign of maturity to be able to let yourself be silly. Then again, she grew sadder and sadder over time… by the end of Mobius Lab, it seems she’s mostly stopped doing that altogether… but damn, the sim’s had 50k years, come on). The sim also isn’t shown showing empathy for her comrades beyond wanting to save them via sentience transfer, unlike the original who grieves and grieves and makes us cry doing it.

tldr she’s constantly maintaining a facade to protect herself, while the original was more rarely shown to do so. It ties back to point one, she has fewer allies than in life, and Mei is very antagonistic towards her so we see her being defensive or offensive more, but there’s also that she just can’t seem to lower her damn guard and do something nice, even around Klein.

might not completely make sense i have a bad bee phobia and one just got into my room aaaaaa i lost my train of thought freaking out

#i’m not allergic i just have a really bad uncontrollable reaction to them #hi3 #asks #mobius #hi3 lore #honkai impact #honkai impact 3rd

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lubdubsworld · 4 years ago

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Better Man. ( Taehyung x OC)

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

Rated 18 +

Post Divorce, Getting Back Together, Second chances, Angst.

Chapter 3 ~ The problem with marriage is this : it isn’t worth the pain of divorce.

Denial isn’t healthy.

But sometimes it helps you stay sane , at least long enough to get your act together. When you’re in denial, you kind of keep yourself together a bit. You process things a bit more slowly. Take your time examining the facts.

It helps you make a delayed but possibly more informed decision.

Impulsive decisions never end well.

So it’s good to stew in denial for a while ( a short while) and then slowly begin processing what happened, think about it, think how its gonna affect you and then make a choice.

Unfortunately for Taehyung and I... I wasn’t in denial.

Maybe I should have been.

The time between Taehyung turning up drunk and the me leaving the house was less than twelve hours. Taehyung showed up drunk and I just told him I was leaving. That we needed a break and I didn’t know when I’d be back.

Terrible choice.

In the first twelve hours, the hurt is so potent and strong , the wound so raw and fresh that you can’t think beyond the pain . Your instinct is to repay the pain, to retaliate and make the other party feel exactly what you’re feeling. So you think of the thing that would hurt them the most and you go ahead and do it.

Like move out of your shared home of eight years, take away the son he adored and possibly rip the ground right out from under his feet.

And then after the first twelve hours, reason begins to catch up.

I had wanted to go back.

I had wanted to go back to him but I was scared.

Scared that I was being weak.

That if I didn’t stick to the choice I made, Taehyung would forever see me as a pushover. That he would take it as some sick permission to do it all over again. That he’d just think I was too weak to walk out on him.

And i couldn’t have that. I couldn’t have him hurting me and not facing the consequences of it. I just couldn’t.

So I stayed away.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I worked on the seventh floor of a high rise in Gangnam, probably a twenty minute drive from Taehyung’s agency. It was an electronic/ tech company that dealt with everything from mobile phones to home fittings . As the assistant director of Marketing I dealt with branding and keeping up the image of the company. Annual budgets, endorsements, campaigns and what not.

I was good at it and i enjoyed it . everyone agreed that i did a good job because the numbers spoke for themselves. But I think the main reason I got the job was because I was married to the biggest brand ambassador in the country.

“ I need the reports on consumer trends for this month and I want to meet with Social media team before lunch. There’s a drop in our web traffic and that needs to be fixed.” I told my assistant, accepting the hot coffee and muffin that he held in his hand before moving to the corner office, my strides faltering just a bit when i noticed that someone was already inside. The figure had his back to me but I could vaguely recognize the broad shoulders and muscular arms.

“Mr. Jeon’s been waiting for about ten minutes now.” Mingyu said with a smile and I nodded.

“That’s fine , I’ll handle him.” I waved my assistant off and moved to the door, unlocking it and stepping in.

“Morning, Jang Mi.” He smiled, eyes flashing with ill concealed delight and I inhaled to calm myself down. .

I could already feel a headache coming on.

“Jungkook.” I said curtly. “ To what do I owe this very early visit?” I glanced at my table finally taking the bottle of champagne in the small ice bucket.

“Thought we’d celebrate you finally being free.” He grinned.

Jeon Jungkook was handsome, intelligent , and annoyingly good at everything he did.

At 34, He was one of the youngest CFO’s in the industry, and everything he touched turned to gold. I didn’t report to him and he had zero reasons to be in my office at any given time. But , unfortunately he had never gotten that particular memo.

“I’m not in the mood, Jungkook.” I sighed, moving to the back of my desk and dropping my bag on the small ottoman on the side and my keys in the desk. I plugged my phone into the cable on the side and then went to open the blinds.

“Come on... You know how sick I’ve been of two years of hearing ‘ I’m sorry, I’m married.’ .... you’re gonna have to come up with a better excuse the next time i ask you out.”

“No. No is a whole entire sentence that you should be able to accept.” I said evenly, fixing the cushions on the couch only to have him plop down on them immediately after.

“One date. Dinner anywhere you like. i can fly you to Paris if you want.... Macua? Jeju Do? Tell me what you want and I’ll get it done. ?”

i stared at him.

“I want you to fire Kang Yeseul from the Social Media team.” I said with a shrug.

He frowned.

“The new girl? Why?”

“She’s been posting nudes that she took in my office when I was on leave last week. My name plate is literally visible.”

“Jesus fuck...these bitches get dumber by the minute.”

I couldn’t even deny it.

“I’ll take care of it.” He said swiftly. “ Anything else?”

“Web traffics gone down and I’m gonna find out why. It’s probably time for us to work out the budget for the Christmas Carnival. I think we should go for something new this time. If you can set up a meeting with all the department heads we can brainstorm a few ideas...”

“I can’t forget about that night.”

I froze.

God.

i turned around to stare at him as he lounged on the couch. If Kim Taehyung was the most handsome man I’d ever seen, Jungkook was definitely the second.

He was disconcertingly good looking and where Taehyung’s image was always the clean cut gentleman with the perfect character, Jungkook had a reputation as a bit of a delinquent. Simply because he had a penchant for leather jackets and liked to ride around Seoul on his motorbike on days off.

Which was ironical because in truth, Taehyung was far from a saint and Jungkook was relatively more put together

He was also a divorcee and a single parent. His daughter Jennie was easily the cutest two year old on the planet.

His wife and him had fifty fifty custody but she had cheated on him with his best friend. Jungkook had no patience for her. They had a very volatile relationship but he was fighting for full custody and rumor was that he would most certainly be granted it, soon.

A marathon runner , he didn’t drink or smoke.

Jungkook liked to paint and volunteered at an animal shelter once or twice a month because he loved dogs but couldn’t keep one because of his busy schedule.

So all in all , a pretty solid candidate if I was looking for a guy.

Honestly, if it weren’t for the fact that I was completely and utterly done with relationships for the rest of my life, I would actually give the guy a chance.

But , it is what it is.

“That sounds like a you problem. “ I shrugged. “ It was supposed to be one night with no strings attached. And by string I meant awkward conversations three months later .”

Jungkook groaned and sat up straighter, legs spread and shirt sleeves riding up to show a very sparkly watch. Rich men and their vices. I smirked a little.

“Come on... its just dinner. I want to get to know you, that’s it.” he held his hands up.

“There’s nothing to know Jungkook. I’m actually more boring than i appear, which is saying something. I’m not going to be the girl in the leather jacket clinging to your waist when you’re joyriding that motorbike of yours through Seoul. That’s not me. I would hate something that”

He chuckled.

“Are you sure? You ever tried it?”

I stared at him in disbelief.

“That’s not the point.”

“I’ll buy you a jacket. Join me this weekend. We’ll go a ride. Then you can make a decision.”

I opened my mouth to argue when the phone rang. I grabbed it quickly.

“Hello?”

“This is Lee Taemin from the Advertising Department.”

“Yes?”

“We have a Mr. Jung from HYBE on the phone. They want to talk to us about a possible candidate for our Christmas Campaign.... “

I blinked, surprised.

“We haven’t even decided on a theme yet. “

Choosing the right actors to endorse stuff was usually the last step.

“I know but he’s saying they want to talk about Mr. Kim Taehyung as a possible candidate?”

I felt my entire jaw come unhinged.

I turned to Jungkook stunned. His eyes widened at the look on my face and he mouthed a ‘ What’

“Please tell him I’ll call him back in fifteen minutes.” I said quickly.

“What’s wrong?” Jungkook demanded.

“Taehyung’s manager...he... he wants to make him the face of the Christmas Campaign.” I said dully, mind ringing. I was utterly stupefied.

Taehyung was the face of Gucci and Versace . He was so far out of our company’s league it wasn’t even funny.

Jungkook stared at me in disbelief.

“No.” He said quickly.

I gaped at him.

“What?”

“No... we can’t have that. He’s.. he’s obviously doing this to get back with you...”

I shook my head.

“that can’t be it. He’s the one who gave me a divorce. He’s the one who wanted to end it. “

It was the shock of what I’d heard. There was no other explanation for why I said that to Jeon Jungkook.

Jungkook gave me a look.

“Really? But you wanted one too right?”

“Of course I did.” I lied easily, waving him off. “Anyway that doesn’t matter. We can’t say no to him, Jungkook. Our sales would skyrocket if we get him onboard.”

Jungkook swore.

“Fuck, you’re right. The Ceo will probably piss himself in excitement. You sure you’ll be okay with it?”

Jungkook looked worried.

“You forget that Taehyung and I are actually quite good friends.” I said gently.

He grimaced.

“That's just unnatural. If you can stay friends with an ex it clearly means that either you’re still in love with each other or....”He shrugged.

“Or what?”

“Or you never loved each other in the first place.”

I swallowed the remark hitting a little too close to home for comfort.

“Schedule that meeting Jungkook. We’ll come up with a campaign theme that would fit Taehyung’s image. I’ll take to Hoseok and Taehyung.”

“You’re going to call Taehyung?” Jungkook asked casually.

“Hoshi’s with him today. I’ll probably go over to his place after work and talk to him in person.”

“Lucky bastard. He gets to hurt you and yet still have you.” Jungkook said bitterly.

I rolled my eyes.

“He doesn’t have me.”

“Doesn’t he? Why else would you turn down dates with anyone who asks? its one date.. a dinner... If you’re not still hung up on your ex husband why wouldn’t you just go on one date with-”

I’d really had quite enough of it. I threw my hands up in sheer exasperation.

“Alright fine.” I yelled, “ I’ll go to dinner with you...can you just stop psycho analyzing my relationship with my husband?”

Jungkook’s smile told me that I’d been played like a fiddle.

“excellent. Go see your husband after work and I’ll come pick you up at eight.”

“What...no wait...”

“I know where he lives. Don’t worry about it. I’ll schedule that meeting and maybe after lunch we can go over the kind of budget you’ll want. Okay?”

I felt a little like I’d stepped into quagmire.

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I didn’t go see Taehyung after work.

I didn’t have to.

An hour before I was due to finish my daily report, he turned up at the office with my son. My assistant let him in and I could only gape at him.

“What are you guys doing here?” I asked , completely thrown.

“Mama I had ice cream with strawberries and sprinkles in a hundred colors.” Hoshi looked excited, eyes shining the way they usually did when he was with Taehyung.

“That sound incredibly exciting....”

“We missed you mama....can we go again?” He said excitedly.

“I’m sorry honey, Mama’s a little caught up with work...”

“Why don’t we wait?” Taehyung said cheerfully, “ Mama likes blueberry scones so we can get those for her...”

I stared at him.

“Okay...” I sad carefully, staring him down. What was he doing really?

“Okay... Can I go see the fishies....” Hoshi waved at the large fish tank built into the wall in my office and Taehyung laughed, letting him down.

“Sure bud.. go see how many of the fish you can identify...” He said brightly.

“ Since when do you pick me up for blueberry scones after work?” I asked briskly and he shrugged.

“Let the kid be happy , Mia. I heard Hobi hyung already spoke to you.”

“What is that all about, Tae?” I said tiredly.

“All the other offers i got are out of Korea. I want to stay with Hoshi during the Holidays so i thought this way , we could spend some time together..”

“By we, I hope you mean you and Hoshi.” I said drily.

“Of course. I could’ve picked another mall or something but i thought it could be a good thing if we worked at the same place... we can keep Hoshi with us and there wont be all the commuting back and forth nonsense....”

I nodded.

“I suppose you’re right. “ I sighed. “But be warned, you’re probably not going to have a very exciting time.

“I’ll enjoy it nonetheless.”

I nodded.

“I won’t tell you how to live your life And I most certainly won’t look a gift horse in the mouth. My Ceo might just give me a huge pay raise for this. He’s been waiting for it since the time he hired me.”

Taehyung gave me a smile.

“I would have done it the minute you asked. You never asked.”

I shrugged.

“Like I said, I won’t tell you how to live your life.”

“Jang Mi?” The knock on the door made us both look up.

Jungkook stood framed in the doorway, jacket off and slung over his arms . He looked bigger than usual, muscles straining against his button down and hair mussed.

He stepped in casually, holding a hand out to Taehyung.

“The golden boy of Korea. in the flesh. A pleasure to meet you Mr. Kim. I’m Jungkook. Jeon Jungkook”

The pair of them shook hands and I felt that I would rather be anywhere in the world than there.

“ Nice to meet you Mr. Jeon.” Taehyung smiled politely.

“We still on for tonight?” Jungkook asked casually, turning to me with a bright smile.

This is why i hated men.

Taehyung’s eyes snapped to me so fast that i was sure he must’ve got whiplash.

“Sure. I’ll call you.” I said shortly.

“What’s tonight?” Taehyung smiled, face neutral and smile still in place but his eyes flashed and his voice carried a knife edge to it.

“Business dinner. We’re going over the budget for the Christmas campaign.”

“Oh... where?” Taehyung asked with the same smile and I frowned.

“We’ve not decid-”

“I thought I could cook for you. i make a mean steak dinner and I thought I could pick up a bottle of your favorite wine on the way. You have my address right? ” Jungkook smiled.

Taehyung went still next to me, his entire body taut .

“A little inappropriate for a business dinner, don’t you think?” he snapped.

Jungkook glared back at him, eyes narrowed.

“Well, you know what they say about all work and no play-” he began but I’d had enough.

“I think this conversation needs to end now.” I said loudly.

They both shut up but glared at each other.

“I’m gonna make a reservation at the Hyatt for tonight. I’ll meet you there at seven thirty. “ I said, glaring at Jungkook.

He nodded.

“Pleasure meeting you Kim Taehyung.” He nodded curtly at my ex husband before moving away.

The silence he left behind was pretty awkward.

“Bit too much of a douchebag than your usual type.” Taehyung said casually.

I groaned.

“Don’t start.”

“ I won’t if you don’t date him.”

I opened my mouth to argue but then stopped.

“Lets just get that ice cream ? “ I said tiredly. Hoshi reappeared from the inside room, looking excited and happy and I smiled despite my weariness.

I could use a little sweetness in my life after a bitterly exhausting day.

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Author’s note : Feedback is welcome . Probably going to be a long , terribly angsty fic with a lot of pain for everyone involved. I still haven’t decided who ocs going to end up with so we’ll see... what do you guys think?

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writing-in-april · 4 years ago

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The 5 Stages of Grief

Stage one: Denial (1/5)

Spencer Reid x Gender Neutral Reader (Spencer POV)

Summary: Spencer going through each of the stages of grief after the death of the reader. Stage one is denial.

A/N: Hi guys this is my new series!! I’ve been working on this for like the past two months and I’m excited to start sharing it with y’all! This is based off of my own recent experiences with how I acted in my grief and this fic is just based on one model of how grief can present itself. This story is gonna be sad throughout and there’ll be a lot of trigger warnings as a heads up. This is also written different from my other works and is very sporadic at times because of Spencer’s mind set. There’s a lot of repetitive thoughts by Spencer so some sentences are repeated two to three times. And, there’s lots of rhetorical questions. I’m going to post a chapter once a week and sprinkle in other fics in between- other chapters are gonna be longer this is just the establishing chapter. Also let me know if you want the playlist I used while writing this- some Billie eilish references definitely are in here...And thanks to @zhuzhubii for helping me with the original idea and inspiring me (they write amazing angst). Requests are open and thanks for reading!

Warnings ⚠️: Reader death, Gunshot wound, Unreliable narrator, Spencer spiraling, Spencer getting violent, Unhinged Spencer, Talks of schizophrenic break

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Word count: 1.2k

This was not happening. There was no way this was happening. This was just some sort of alternative reality or maybe a dream. Maybe I’m having a psychotic break- those were common with people who have early signs of schizophrenia right?

I wasn’t sure of anything in the few minutes that had passed since I had seen the light go out from their eyes. I was still cradling their body covered in blood, they had been shot by the unsub they had been pursuing down a back alley. I didn’t really care where the unsub had gone all my mind was focusing on was the fact that they wouldn’t wake up.

“No no no… You’re fine- stay with me! Please!”

I hadn’t even had the privilege of hearing their last words, they had closed their eyes before I had even pulled them to my lap. They still had words left in the brain that I admired, it didn’t matter that they hadn’t said anything, that they didn’t get their ‘last words’ because they would awaken again. I had to believe that.

My breathing was heavy and shaky as I laid them down on the ground to start CPR. It was the only way they were going to survive the trip to the hospital once the rest of the team got here. I wonder if they could have understood the situation with how distraught I sounded on the phone. When I started the chest compressions my hands wouldn’t stop trembling, I could barely keep the compressions at a steady pace. My mental metronome was fracturing as I started to become more frightened for the love of my life.

“Fight, please! Don’t give up!”

I felt their ribs cracking as I tried to continue my steady pace of the CPR despite my alarm. I looked for a pulse, there was a faint fluttering heart beat. Right? Yes, there was a heartbeat, I was sure of it. My ears rang like there were church bells in my ears which were soon joined by faint sirens I could hear barely in the distance as I begged for them to stay with me. I wanted to tell them that it was gonna be alright and remind them of less painful times, but the only things I could manage to say in my distressing state were pleas.

A sharp cry of No! that sounded like it was my voice rang out in the air when I started to feel myself being pulled away by a set of hands. When the hands still refused to budge I fought hard, seeing only red. I thought it was the unsub coming back to finish me off. Another set of hands joined the original pair to try and haul me away from the one I loved. Did the unsub have a partner? How could we have missed that? I had to get back to them, what if they hurt them more? What if they killed them?

“Spencer! It’s me! It’s Morgan!” The words shouted at me by someone that sounded like Morgan seemed so far away. It felt like my head was underwater, drowning in the panic and sorrow that was filling up my lungs. Everything else fell away as unimportant with only one goal in my mind crawling to the forefront.

I had to help them.

“SPENCER!” A female voice shouted hoarsely, which made me focus somewhat. Why were they yelling at me? Why weren’t they helping them? I wasn’t the one that needed help.

My eyes unblurred as I forced my rage to dissipate slightly in an attempt to figure out what was going on, the figures of Morgan and Emily then became recognizable to me. I registered that it was actually their hands on me. Both of them were in defensive positions and Emily looked frightened of me? Why would she be frightened of me? Why weren’t they helping them?

I still wasn’t confident that this wasn’t some elaborate alternate reality concocted by my subconscious. There was no reason for Emily to be afraid of me, we were colleagues and more importantly friends. All I was trying to do was help and I seemed to be the only one who cared enough to help my injured partner.

But, I realized there was in fact a reason for Emily to be scared of me. She was trying to prevent me from helping the most important person in my life, who was bleeding out on the pavement, close to death. And, the whole team knew I would fight like hell to protect them, she’s lucky I didn’t fight her and Morgan off more. They were lucky they’d only get a possible faint bruise from my thrashing, rather than what I really wanted to do to them in retaliation for preventing me from helping them.

Though, I had now realized that the hands tugging me away from their hurt body did not in fact belong to two unsubs, I started to try and fight them off again.The paramedics would need to know their medical history- especially their blood type.

I had to help them. Why weren’t they helping them?

A soft voice filled with sorrow then joined the rest that I knew belonged to JJ, “Spencer, I know you want to help, but the paramedics are the best thing for them. I already gave them their medical history.”

My body relaxed some at JJ’s words, glad that the paramedics now had the proper tools to help them. However, my mind was still racing, analyzing everything that had happened so far at a rapid pace. My mind then fixated on JJ’s tone of voice- Why did it sound so resigned? Why did she sound like she was resigned to the fact that there was nothing the paramedics could feasibly do? I may not have been in the best mental state, but I could still read the underlying meaning in her voice.

No they couldn’t be gone.

I had to help them.

Why was nobody helping them?

One of the paramedics moved forward to check their pulse as was routine and I breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, someone was helping them. My hope was dashed when I saw them shake their head to their colleague, panic rose even higher within me. I was sure I was going to drown to death soon myself, all breath had completely left my body at this point.

They couldn’t be gone, I refused to believe that.

I couldn’t believe it.

I couldn’t be left alone again. When I first met them they helped me from plunging into darkness, they had pulled me from the edges of the abyss. I would be weaker than ever before if they left me, I don’t think I could survive it. My mind begged for them to fight, maybe my reasons were selfish, but the water was going to drown me soon.

As I saw the bag zipped up that held their body my blood ran cold when reality hit me hard. Morgan and Emily both had to hold me back again from racing back over to their body that was being put into the coroner’s van. I screamed in desperation, begging and pleading for them to not give up, that there must be something that they could do. But, the cold harsh reality hung over me like a dark cloud that rained over my head, fully submerging me underwater.

There was no denying it anymore.

They were gone.

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supertransural · 4 years ago

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supernatural made me realize a bunch of shit about myself, specifically identity and it’s part of the reasons why i think it’s an inherently queer story.

allow me to clarify. once upon a time, 6 years ago, i found supernatural. back then i was mostly in the closet, even to myself. i’d gotten to that point of “hah wouldn’t it be nice to be like guys on tv and kiss the pretty girls” but not much further than that, because in most of the movies i had watched with my parents, the personality of the guy wasn’t really explored in the way supernatural (mostly unintentionally ngl) does with its characters.

so picture a teen, finding my first tv show to watch alone, being able to think my very own comments about it and not fear any repercussions from those thoughts because hey, i’m alone in my room i can think what i like about what i’m seeing. and feeling.

and here enters dean. complicated, comes from a rough childhood, parental expectations weighing so heavy on him it’s bleeding through his smiles, has a brother he feels is his duty to protect, is stuck in a loop of denial repression depression sublimation denial repression depression sublimation den-

you get the gist. i related to that guy. and then here he goes getting bi-coded (didn’t know what that was at the time but looking back, i could sure as hell feel it) and then kissing girls on screen, despite his wavering self-confidence. little ol’ gay me was like “yoooo i relate to this character on most of his character points, do i also relate to like..... wanting to do what he does??? do i wanna kiss other girls????”. fast forward one season and i’ve already figured out i was maybe bi. literally thanks to season 1 dean.

so, having figured out this “minor” aspect of myself, i went on youtube to find some other people like me and try to see if i was right to be homophobic towards myself or not. figured out, hey uh, definitely not. so you can also add “it ended up making me try to put a stop to my internalized homophobia” on the list of things that shitpost of a show helped me with.

i went back to the show for another season, relating even more to dean, and “blah blah blah queer coded character blah blah blah gay me could feel it before i knew what it was blah blah blah happy gay stuff”. several seasons passed by before anything new came up on my “hm this show rly out here bringing out all the queer aspects of myself huh” journey, but anyways i was still slowly but surely thinking holy shit i wanna be this goddamn man i want to be dean.

then comes season 4, walzing into my questioning little heart. oof ok, this season hit ALL the right spots for me. because i could feel what was going on between cas and dean and even though everything was still blurry as fuck, the parallel between sam/ruby and dean/cas was clear as day. and i was like “oh so you’re saying there’s a love here and it’s like that tarnished love between sam and ruby and it’s forbidden so that’s why we’re not seeing it and it’s like... gay”. so it made me realize “holy shit, i wanna see more gay content, and it’s ok to want that.”

then cas became another extremely relatable character, because i just kept thinking “he doesn’t really have a gender the same way other humans do” and i shit you not, he started me questioning my own gender. because again, a relatable character that you somewhat identify with that makes you ask questions about their identity INEVITABLY makes you ask questions about yourself. queue me going on youtube yet again to understand this shit a little better. i went through a few months of thinking “maybe i’m nb”, joined a few more gay communities on the internet, started learning about lgbtq+ things, watched a few more gay shows, and basically just grew a little more into my queerness.

fasforward several seasons, a couple gap years where i stopped watching it, and you’ll get to me a year ago. i thought i was a gay woman, fairly happy in that mental space and identity. but then. the whole “i wanna be dean” thing came up a lot again. because he just kept on being more and more visibly queer coded as i kept on learning more about this shit.

lo and behold, i jumped straight into the idea i was trans. and wouldya look at dat, i was right. quarantine happened, so i had to get even more of my interactions through online platforms, and quite obviously hovered around the gayer ones, or at least the lgbtq+ sides of them. and as i kept watching the show on and off, binging the first seasons for the 4th time, i kept learning more and more about myself. and those acts of gay frenzy were always started by seeing something relatable or strange in that show and looking it up. like, legitimately every time.

i found this community on tumblr a few weeks ago because i was tired of having my own little hypotheticals in my head and not knowing if anyone agreed, and the more i’ve been here the more i’ve learned about myself. the more i’ve let go of a lot of internalized hatred. the more i’ve been really ok with myself, as a trans guy. BUT ITS NOT FINISHED YET.

because, as we all know, it is common understanding here that dean is bi. WELL, i’ve been re-binging the show with that mindset finally clear in my head, and the “haha dean relatable lol” thing came up again, except it was really a “haha dean (who is bi) super relatable lol” thing now. so i paused, yet again, to think about that a little more. AND FIGURED OUT I WASNT STRAIGHT, IM BI AS FUCK.

that happened 1 month ago. i thought i’d grown fully into my queer self, that i’d gone through enough realizations and coming outs (to friends only, god forbid i come out to my parents (unfortunately quite literally god forbid lmao) before i’m out of here) for a lifetime. but apparently not. AND IT WAS STILL BECAUSE OF SUPERNATURAL. destiel and trans!dean fics helped with my internalized transphobia and homophobia, they helped with acceptance of those parts of myself. something that helped was also seeing the fact that shipping two guys in a tv show wasn’t just “being greedy with my grubby little gay hands” and wanting to think of a character as trans wasn’t just “being delusional and ridiculous”. and reading fics wasn’t cringy, it was nice and comforting.

so to try and sum up this unhinged gay rant, what i meant by my initial statement is this.

looking back on this entire self-discovery journey that i went on, it really felt like i was in the impala with the boys, except i was on a different kind of route (just picture this giant road painted in rainbow colors with baby driving at 80mph on it, that’s what it felt like). i grew with those characters, but most importantly i grew THANKS to those characters. their story was queer enough to make me, a fairly homophobic, traditional, conservative kid into a lib trans bi dude. and not in a “i got converted by the fandoms” way. i found the fandom waaaaayyyyyyyy later. i stumbled upon the fandoms looking for answers about this gayass goddamn show that i could FEEL was like me but couldn’t verbalize yet.

their story felt like a queer self discovery story and i could already see that before i went on it myself. no other shows have ever done that for me, and i’ve watched shows that had lgbtq+ characters in them, scripted gay scenes, not just subtext but text. and they still didn’t do that for me.

so this is why this show is so meaningful to be, and incidentally so very gay. like genuinely.

#jesus christ this was long #i’m sorry for this fucking rant but needed to get it out #it’s just so gay and it made me see my own gay #and i just needed to share that #like destiel literally helped with my life but also my queer identity #anyways imma shut up now #spn #supernatural #destiel #cas #dean #deancas #bidean #lgbtq #rant #vent

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Clarity

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Chapter 18: Miner Complications, Pt 1

"So...what's the point of this thing again?" Emma asked, as she walked along the sidewalk with her son. He shrugged.

"I don't know really...just curse stuff I guess. It's to celebrate the town's founding by the miners, but that didn't really happen," Henry replied.

"You know, there are mines under the town. You fell into one," Emma reminded him.

"Those are dwarf mines," he countered.

"Dwarf mines...right," Emma said stiffly.

"You know it's true now," he said.

"Henry," she started to protest.

"But you're still in denial," he added. She huffed.

"Okay fine...then if I'm supposed to break the curse, how do I do that?" Emma asked. He shrugged.

"I don't know...it just says that you do. Even Mr. Gold can't see how," Henry replied.

"Which makes no sense...and why me?" Emma asked. He sighed.

"Because you're the product of true love and true love can break any curse, just like Gramps broke the sleeping curse on Grams," he explained.

"Well...then why can't they break it? Sounds like they've done it before," Emma said. He shook his head.

"It doesn't work that way. That was a sleeping curse and this curse was designed so only the Savior can break it," Gold interjected, as he approached with Neal. She sighed.

"Yeah and besides, Grams and Gramps kiss all the time so it would have broken already if they were the ones that could do it," Henry added.

"He definitely has a point," David said, chuckling, as he and Snow approached as well. Emma refused to meet eyes with Mary Margaret and instead focused on her son.

"Well...then I'm about to be a huge disappointment to everyone, because I don't know how to break the curse and I'm not sure I even want to," she said, as she stalked off, but not before almost colliding with Tamara.

"Sorry," he said, as she blew past her.

"Is she okay?" Tamara asked, as she sided up to Neal.

"Uh yeah...we just disagree about some things, but she'll come around," Neal replied.

"Is this about custody arrangements?" Tamara asked.

"Uh no...we're on the same page when it comes to custody," Neal replied.

"Then Emma is going to move to New York?" Tamara asked.

"Move to New York?" Mary Margaret interjected.

"Uh no...Emma's not moving to New York," Neal assured her.

"But baby...this is a nice town, but we're going to eventually have to go home," Tamara said.

"Yeah...can we talk for a minute?" he asked, as he prodded her off to the side, leaving Snow, David, and Gold with Henry.

"She's trouble," Snow muttered.

"Agreed," Gold said.

"We don't know that yet...I mean, it's natural for her to not get why Neal might want to stay here now," David reasoned.

"Trust me dearie...she knows more than she's letting on. I know people and that one needs to find her way out of town as soon as possible," Gold said.

"I agree...but she is engaged to your son. This could be messy," Snow replied.

"Probably...but Neal's not leaving. He won't do that to Henry. He knows that they both belong here," David assured her.

"I hope you're right," Gold said.

~*~

Regina seethed, as she watched her son with them. She couldn't believe that she had no choice but to let them have visitation. Henry had always spent Miner's Day with her, but things had drastically changed. There were now outsiders in her town, Mary Margaret was no longer alone and miserable, and her son's biological family now surrounded him. And it had to be them...the two idiots and her former mentor. His grandparents. It made her sick thinking about it.

"Regina…" Kathryn said, as she approached.

"Hello Kathryn...this must be hard for you, seeing them here together," Regina replied.

"Actually...it's not that bad," Kathryn said. Regina's brow furrowed.

"What do you mean?" she questioned.

"Well…I've had a lot of time to think and I mean, look at them. Even in our best days, David never looked at me the way he does her. And I deserve to be looked at like that," Kathryn said.

"Of course you do...that's why we have to fix this. They don't belong together. He belongs with you," Regina insisted.

"No...he doesn't. Look at them," Kathryn said again, as they saw the pair with wide smiles for each other. They were practically dancing in the middle of the street in their own little world. It made her want to vomit.

"I'd rather not," she seethed.

"If you knew about David being in a coma at the hospital...why didn't you tell me sooner than you did?" Kathryn asked. Regina's brows furrowed again.

"What? I did...I called you as soon as I found out," she insisted.

"But you were his emergency contact. You would have known the moment he was brought in and yet he was labeled a John Doe. He was there for years," Kathryn said. Her eyes narrowed.

"Who told you this?" Regina asked.

"David and Mary Margaret pointed it out," Kathryn replied. She clenched her teeth.

"Of course they did...they are putting lies in your head," Regina said.

"Or maybe you are. I'm letting David go...why can't you let it go too? They're happy and I'm going to find happiness now too. David and I aren't right for each other," Kathryn replied.

"But you are," Regina insisted.

"No...the whole reason he was in the accident is that he was leaving me after a huge fight! Why are you insisting that we should be together when he wants her. They're happy," Kathryn said.

"Well, she shouldn't be!" Regina snapped and Kathryn recoiled.

"She's a monster…" she hissed, as she glared at her step-daughter.

"She's the tramp that stole your husband and gave my little boy that book that filled his head with delusions. She needs to pay and you're going to help me make her," Regina insisted. But Kathryn shook her head.

"No…I'm not," the blonde said, as she walked away.

"Kathryn…" Regina called, but her call wasn't yielded. She had lost complete control now. Her plan to frame Mary Margaret for Kathryn's murder was now no longer a viable or believable plan. But this wouldn't stand and she would come up with another way to destroy her. She had not come this far, only to have everything unravel. She turned and nearly bumped into a blonde woman. Her eyes narrowed to slits.

"Who the hell are you?" Regina asked. She couldn't believe it...this woman was not a part of her curse either. Another outsider and she was at a loss as to explain it. The woman smirked.

"Someone who hates that little retch as much as you," the woman cooed, as she walked away. Regina watched her go, reeling from her answer. She had no idea what to make of this, but if this mysterious woman hated Snow too...then she was an ally.

~*~

"What did you want to talk about?" Tamara asked, as they found a quiet place.

"Listen…I know that all of this is really new and out of the blue…" he started to say. Tamara smiled and squeezed his hand.

"It's okay Neal, I get that you have to hang around this town until the trial is over and if you're worried about not getting custody, don't be. I think your chances are very good," she replied.

"Thanks...but that's not everything," he said, as he took a deep breath.

"The thing is...I need to move here. For good," he said. She blanched.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"I know this is sudden...but this is Henry's home and he doesn't want to leave it," Neal replied.

"Neal...I get that it will be a difficult transition for Henry, but we have a life in New York! And I'm sure once he gets adjusted, it will be fine, you'll see that," she insisted.

"It's a lot more complicated than that. My Dad is here...and Emma has family here too," he said.

"You told me that Emma was an orphan; that she had been abandoned as a baby," Tamara recalled. He stared at her with wide eyes. Crap...he had told her that.

"Yeah...but Mary Margaret is like family to her and I know she doesn't want to leave her," Neal explained.

"Emma can barely look at Mary Margaret lately. She doesn't approve of her torrid relationship with a married man," Tamara pointed out.

"It's not torrid and David is divorced now. Believe me, Emma will mend her relationship with her...Mary Margaret and Henry adores them too. They're family to him as well," he said. She shook her head.

"I don't understand any of this," she refuted.

"I know...it's hard, but staying here in Storybrooke is absolutely what's best for my son," he said.

"And...things are slowly mending between my father and me," he added.

"You told me that you hated your father! Tamara said.

"Things change!" he exclaimed. She huffed.

"Well...then I guess you have a choice to make, because I'm not moving here, Neal. We can have a good life in New York...with your son. Emma can either come or not, I don't care. But if you win custody...then you need to move back to New York with me, because I'll be going with or without you," she said, as she stormed off. He sighed and put on a brave face, as Henry waved him over excitedly. He joined his son and didn't let on that anything was amiss.

~*~

Many Years Ago

Queen Narcissa wrinkled her nose in disgust, as her carriage rode through one of the poor villages in her Kingdom. The royal coffers were nearly empty, yet she continued her lavish spending on frivolity. Her court was urging her to marry so there could be a merger, but none of the suitors appealed to her. They were either handsome and vain like her, which meant they would be focused on themselves instead of her. And the ones willing to shower her with everything were usually old and or ugly.

Add to that, her sister's due date grew closer and the more it did, the more unhinged she became. The moment her niece drew breath, she would become the fairest in the land and it was driving Narcissa insane. Everyday since she had found out, she asked her mirror the same question, now sometimes two or three times a day, hoping for a different answer. But the mirror's answer remained unchanged. She was the fairest in all the lands, but her niece would soon usurp her. So today, she had set out to do something about it.

Her carriage arrived at its destination and she emerged, causing gasps among the peasants. Queen Narcissa rarely left the comforts and safety of her castle, so it was a rare occurrence when she did.

"Where is she, footman? Where is this witch you promised could help me?" she demanded of him.

"Her message assured me she would be here, My Queen. As long as we provided the gold for her trip. She is coming from Dunbroch, after all," he said.

"She'll have her gold," Narcissa snapped, as there was a cackle from one of the traveling stands at the edge of the marketplace.

"I'd rather have some of those baubles you're wearing," the witch said.

"My diamonds?" the Queen asked.

"You do want a solution to your problem, do you not?" the witch questioned. Narcissa reluctantly parted with two of her large diamond rings.

"My magic mirror insists that once my niece is born...that I will no longer be the fairest in all the land," Narcissa confessed.

"How troubling…" the witch said, though by her tone, it was easy to tell that she meant that snidely.

"She must never be born!" Narcissa exclaimed.

"My, my...such hatred for a child and all because she might be prettier than you?" the witch asked.

"I am the fairest of all!" Narcissa shouted.

"No one can take that from me...can you help me or not?" she asked. The witch took a long pause and then produced a vial of sickly green liquid.

"See that this makes it into your sister's tea on her next visit...and it will cause her to miscarry," the witch said. Narcissa smirked deviously and looked at the vial.

"But be warned...killing a child will darken your heart beyond repair," the witch warned.

"I'm not killing a child...I'm killing a little mongrel," Narcissa insisted, as she got back into her carriage and was off again with a satisfied smirk. Once her sister drank her tea laced with this potion...her place as fairest in the land would be secure once again...

#Snowing #SnowxCharming #Emma Swan #Neal Cassidy #Henry Mills #Mr. Gold #Regina Mills #OC #A 7x15 am AU #romance #adventure #family #drama #clarity #AU

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