#looked at it. got more pissed. my gut feeling was correct

[hanzajesthanza]

regretfully this is me seeing any modern interpretation of greek mythology now

[wingedjellyfishflight]

A Forgotten Birthday

"How old is y/n then?" The new recruit is always trying to flirt with Soap by asking him gossip and facts about the team.

"Twenty-six." He answers her so easily. It feels like a stab to your heart all over again.

"Twenty-seven." You correct, voice conspicuously devoid of emotion.

"No, your birthday isn't until May, and it's..." His face pales. He whips around to look at you. "We missed it. How did we miss it?" You shrug, not meeting his eyes.

"Some things just aren't important." Your food tastes like sawdust. You give up trying to eat and toss it in the trash on the way out. Maybe hitting the gym will help. No, you know he's going to tell everyone, and you don't want to deal with their pity-filled stares and questions about making it up to you now that they've finally remembered.

Running the trail system near the base is a favorite of yours normally. Today, it isn't relaxing, but anger-inducing. You were on a mission in a forest just like this across the world for your birthday. It was almost two weeks after the day that you got back, and you eagerly waited for the surprise party that Soap, Gaz, and Price always set up for each person's birthday, but... nothing. After three weeks, you gave up all hope for one and steeled yourself to give nothing away. Can't let them see you hurt over a stupid birthday. Can't make the team lose focus or lose your own. You're an adult, after all.

Zoned out, you don't realize how far you have run until it's nearly too dark to see the path. Sitting on a stump, you give in and have a cry about the whole thing. Self-pity taking you over for just a few minutes. Wiping your eyes, you startle when a hand touches your back. You leap up and move to a defensive crouch only to see Ghost's balaclava looming out of the darkness at you.

"Luv, what's wrong?"

"N-nothing. Just, I don't know. Needed a cry, I guess. Didn't think anyone would see me."

"You certainly didn't see anyone. I've been running behind you for nearly five minutes. I could have been anyone. You need to be more aware of things." Your hurt and confusion turns to anger at the lecture he is spouting off.

"Ya, I guess I do need to be more aware. Clearly, I am the problem." You stomp away from him, starting back to base, muttering to yourself about transfers to other teams who might care more. Ghost wraps his hand around your arm and pulls you to a stop.

"What, I make one comment, and you're just going to quit on us? What is actually going on, pet? Someone piss you off or something? Do I need to knock teeth out?"

"I... everyone forgot," you mumble. Ghost glances around to ensure you're alone and tugs you against his chest, rubbing your back. "I was in the shit and when I got back, nobody remembered my birthday." He freezes, hands cradling you.

"They forgot? How could they forget? Your birthday is always at the beginning of the mission season. I thought you guys had it when I was down range. I was gutted to have missed it. Sent you flowers as a sorry." His grip tightens to an almost painful level, and you grip back, remembering the beautiful bouquet that had been left for you without a note. "We will just have to make Soap and Captain pay for forgetting then." You glance up and see his eyes glimmering at you in the moonlight.

"We should probably find our way home first."

"Home, that sounds good." His phone suddenly goes off, making you jump. "Group text. 'SOS emergency meeting. Do not tell y/n.' They ain't even tryin' to be subtle at this point." He guides the two of you down the path, walking quick and assured. Within minutes, he is getting an avalanche of phone calls and texts to the point that he is tempted to throw it into the woods around you, but you turn it off and slip it into his pocket for him.

"Last time you threw one and broke it, Captain said he would glue the new one to your hand, and I'm pretty sure he was serious." Ghost ruffles your hair.

"That was a private meeting, Luv. How did you hear him say that?"

You scoff. "You'd be lucky if the entire fuckin' base didn't hear him tell you that with how loud he was shouting." He just chuckles and guides you both home. He drops you off at the women's barracks and storms into the team meeting, slamming the door into the wall.

"Finally you show up! We forgot y/n's birthday and we are planning a party to make up for it."

"No. You are not."

"What?! We can't just ignore it. We forgot! It's been months!"

"You're not going to force her to accept a pity party to make you feel better about what you did."

"Ghost, I know you hate parties, but she still deserves to know we care."

"So, show her. Before she makes good on transferring out. But no party. I will handle her party from now on since you fucks can't be trusted to remember." He walks out without another word, the room behind him in chaos.

"Why is he acting like he didn't forget, too?" Gaz asks incredulously.

"Because the bawbag didn't. He sent the mystery flowers that made her cry. It was right after he got back from down range. Can't believe I didn't catch it earlier."

Price stubs out his cigar. "So, no party. And she is thinking about leaving. We really cocked this one up, boys." He stands and walks to the door, pausing on the threshold. "No flowers, no gifts. Make it up to her. And Soap," he turns to look the Scottish man in the eye, "sleep with one eye open. Ghost is absolutely going to make us pay for making her cry." He walks away, no pep in his step, now.

"Cry? How does he know she cried?" Gaz seems baffled by the Captain's surety.

"Course she cried. Everyone does when they are forgotten or abandoned."

"Ghost doesn't, though. We never celebrate his birthday."

"We being the key there, mate. Remember last month when she shoved a new set of gloves and a mask at him? Told him the ones he was wearing were manky as fuck. That was his birthday gift." He runs a hand through his hair. "Anyway, I'm off. Need t'think about how I'm gonna beg forgiveness from both of 'em."

[mafiasliege]

I dare you to let me go

(this is part 3 of my javery fanfic. Enjoy reading!)

Part 2↓

AVERY

If there's one thing Avery had learned as a 21 year old philanthropist, it's that it doesn't matter how rich you are or how many people you have working for you, if you want something done correctly, you have to do it yourself. 

She was beyond frustrated as she walked into the foyer of the Hawthorne House. It still gave her the same homely comfort. She couldn't wait to go to bed and fall asleep with Jameson wrapped around her. She missed seeing him awake. She sometimes hoped that he couldn't fall asleep so that they could talk and spend some time together. 

Where was he? She stopped walking when she saw Lyra in the solarium with a cigarette in one hand and a glass in the other. 

I should ask her. 

"Hey" 

"Oh look who decided to show up" Lyra seemed annoyed to Avery, but she couldn't make out why. 

"What's wrong?" She asked.

"What's wrong? You didn't even show up to your own birthday party!" 

"Wha-" realisation dawned on Avery mid-sentence. Her blood turned to ice as Lyra grew even more pissed than before.

"You're seriously not telling me you forgot your own birthday. I bet you don't even remember about last night's dinner plan with your beau." 

Dinner pla- the card. Oh no. 

She had it with her, but she'd forgotten to solve the riddle on it. But Lyra seemed agitated enough already, so she stayed quiet. 

"I'm so sorry, Ly. I'm so, so sorry. Where is everyone?"

Where is Jameson? 

"All about the house. I haven't seen Jamie, either. Maybe he's still waiting in the miserable little party room" she sassed, Avery couldn't blame her.

Her thoughts came to a screeching hault as she went to the ballroom. It was covered in platinum and violet decorations and a banner that said 'Happy Birthday to the Prettiest Girl on Earth!' It was gorgeous. Guilt hit her like a brick.

How many occasions like this had she missed and didn't know? 

"Avery?" 

"Xander."

"Where were you?" He said with a frown. Xander Hawthorne almost never frowned. She didn't answer Xander's question and instead asked her own.

"Where's Jameson?" 

"I don't know. He's probably tryna catch a breath in the solarium or the passageways." 

"Catching a breath?"

Yep. I've screwed up.

"Yeah. He seemed upset. We waited for you for two hours in a crouch. We're going to have a funeral for our toes," he told her. He didn't put his usual xander-esque sarcastic flair to it. 

Correction: I've screwed up, bad. 

Avery called Oren over and told him to find Jameson. 

In the time that Avery, Grayson and Xander got to Jameson's wing, everyone else had also started searching for him and tried to call him. She slipped inside his room. It always smelled so… him. He still wore the same perfume she got for him on his birthday. She pushed aside the nostalgia and started looking for anything that was out of order. So far, everything was normal - messy room, chair piled full of clothes. Pictures of her on his nightstand. She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw the bathroom door slightly ajar.

"We found nothing. Did you?" 

She could not did not answer Grayson and Xander as she pushed the bathroom door. It gave out a long squeak, as if to make a grand entrance to the horror it was. She heard Xander gasp and Grayson suck in a breath.

The mirror was shattered into a million pieces. The cracks were concentric, meaning he'd probably punched it. He had punched it, considering the crimson in the sink. Avery saw a thousand reflections of herself in the gleaming pieces. She recognised none. How could I have been so blind? She could feel the dread and panic brewing in her gut.

A box lay on the ground. She gingerly picked it up. 

"I'll go see if Oren found out anything" said Grayson, and took Xander away with him.

-------------------------------------------

"He did what?" Avery said in disbelief.

"He was last seen at the airport." 

"And that's all you found out?" Asked Grayson.

"Yes. They said they were legally restrained from sharing the whereabouts of a person's private jets or their destinations." 

"He got a plane? When?" How would've been the better question, but she chose the indirect path of questioning. She knew he frequently visited the devil's mercy. He'd won The Annual Game twice now. She didn't know what he traded the winner's seal for the second time, but it was clearly enough to buy a plane. Another blow of guilt hit her at how different things were the first time he'd won versus now.

"An year ago. Probably to avoid getting found in situations such as this one."

This wasn't happening. This couldn't be happening. Did she miss more dates and break more promises than she would have liked? Yes. But he couldn't just up and go whenever and wherever. He couldn't fly off with zero explanations leaving her worried and confused.

He couldn't just leave like that.

Avery decided to ask Grayson to use his… resources, but he was already on the phone with his PI.

"It's getting late, kid. We should all get some sleep" said Nash, who'd spoken for the first time since the discussion started. Everyone started going back to their rooms. But Grayson followed Avery.

"Avery, wait." She turned around, knowing why he'd stopped her.

"I'm alright, Grayson, really. And he'll come back, I'm sure. This isn't him."

"And this didn't used to be you, either. But here we are."

"What does that mean?"

"It means Jamie isn't just 'coming back.' You're family, Avery. You've been one of us ever since you came here. But we've all seen you two for the last few years" he stopped talking, as if struggling to say what came after.

"You were there without really being there. And I understand, it's not easy, being so young and changing the world. Jamie waited for you and accepted bits and pieces because he loves you too much. But you did break his heart, and you weren't even there to witness it. You didn't even notice until he disappeared."

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Avery got to her room and shut the door.

She pulled out the card- the one that Jameson gave her. It was a fairly easy riddle, easy because he might've been thinking she wouldn't waste spend too much time solving it.

Rrain oon oour rooffs imittates the soound of clapps blaaring in a ttheatre. <3

You just had to pluck out the unnecessary letters. And when the less-than symbol was inverted and attached to the 3, the kiss symbol looked like an 8.

Rooftop at 8. It said rooftop at 8pm, for a dinner plan. Probably followed by stargazing, as she loved to do. She'd rant about starts and constellations; how she felt slightly humbled staring at them, and Jameson would just listen fondly. She'd taken him for granted, hadn't she? And she could bet she hasn't been much humble at times, either.

But she'd always loved him.

She just hadn't shown it. That was probably one of her biggest regrets.

And then, only in the privacy of her room could she manage to open the box. She could not open it in that bathroom and risk crying in front of everyone. The tears started falling only after she flipped open the lid.

Nestled inside was an emerald-studded ring.

[the-galactic-hunters]

Well it almost Halloween, so random story I just remembered.

Back on earth, when I doing some ghost hunting outside the city. With some little research, I found about this one abandon house in the woods and people that needed shelter from hiking have a severals strange encounters.

what I do?

OF COURSE, I JUMP RIGHT INTO IT!!

It take so fucking long to get there, by the time I was there it almost sunset. However, I was not alone, there’s a lady with a bucket hat waiting for her partner to come back from leaving the bag in their spot.

Of course, this annoyed me as fuck.

I CAME HERE FOR GHOST HUNTING, NOT SOCIALIZING!!

Ain’t ghost hunting for you is just you want to socialize with ghost?

Shuts, let me ramble about this-

SO!!!

((This gonna be long))

I try to give her some snack to get her ass out the house so I look around!! She don’t take the snack, stupid ideas tbh, but she did get out the hut to be a little look out if her partner came back. It already dark out, I not surprised it not take long for her to come in as I was looking around. Lucky the place is surprisingly big for a house in the middle of the woods, so I ask her to shut up for a little so I check around.

I did some some checking with my tools, it pick up with strong signals, of there’s some weird waves around this house. I remember that I feel very paranoid in the place, still excited tho, but I feel like I being watch. I place the EVP recorder down and the lady scream.

I go down and hear a fucked up doll talking, I was excited for a moment until I see a little hole peaking out of the clothes. Yeah this shit is suspicious as fuck, so I check every where.

AND I WAS RIGHT!!!

WE’RE BEING WATCHED!!!

There’s cameras and speakers everywhere behind the walls, which explain the weird waves in the house and my gut feelings being very validated in the worse way possible.

THIS HOUSE WAS FUCKING RIGGED!!!

THE SEARCH IS NOT EVEN A SEARCH!! IT WAS FROM THE SAME GUY WHO POSTED!!!

No worries, after I got out later, I did report his asses to the police because after I did a little digging, that house is not even his and he basically rigged the whole house. For once the police believe me because there was some people die in this area of the woods, it could be lead to a crime. Crime is gone be crime, it not new for anything back that hell hole, I would not surprised if the guy end up get away and the police lose interest in it in three days. But those old news was not mattered to me,

I WAS JUST MORE PISSED I GOT TRICKED BY AN AMATUR ASS RIGGED HAUNTED HOUSE!!!

I was gonna leave but the damn lady try to stay and wait for her partner. I was like “I could stay here at night to see if there some cool shit happen”, and stay for the night. I don’t sleep at night most of the time anyway, so I just hanging around looking more how many cameras they possibly have more and tape the shit. I was bored and go down to see the lady lay on the dusty ass couch, still refuse to take the damn snack, her lost, whatever. But we end up did little talking, I quite embarrassing now how I realize I being such an ass to her back then.

You still an ass. You’re just way worse back then

Yeah I know -__-

But when I accidentally slept and wake up in the morning, she’s gone. Her partner probably finally pick her up.

What are her manners

You know manners?

More than you do.

But she just leave you there??? There seem to have some missing pieces, Dib.

Say like as if you wouldn’t do the same back then

Yes, because unlike her, Zim would left the place in beginning so you dealt with false ghost alone

…that do sound better tho-

As always, Zim is correct

ANYWAY-

After all of that bullshit and left the house, near the end of the wood there this guy that totally get his ass lost.

This wood have so much human with horrible sense of directions

I understand tho, that place is dense af but-

WHY THE FUCK YOU COME INTO THE WOOD WITHOUT SOME GEARS!!

And I’m the one who get called insane when this dumbass exist?

Well, they are not insane. They’re just stupid.

Ok touché

I was so done by that point and I just annoyed the guy for a little bit with “hey, you seem lost, did you see any ghost around here?”

Of course you did

AND THE GUY HAVE AN AUDACITY TO SAY THERE THE HOUSE IN THE WOOD!! THE SAME DAMN HOUSE I JUST GO TO!!!

Your luck with human really is shit

Yeah, why did you think I left?

Polluted place, they are dumb, and all other stuff

Exactly

[ferrocyan]

ffxiv write day 14 - telling

(hii floruuu, this is continued from here)

yaana fumes to herself as she stomps to the backrooms. she got to be the opening act of the ascension arcadia championship, finally! finally! and she lost! to a complete nobody, some loser from the outside, at that!! her ears feel hot to the tips, and she shakes them against the top of her head to cool down.

it's beyond infuriating that she lost--yaana groans silently and at length--to someone who isn't even a soulshifter. that's not new in the arcadion, mind you, plenty of dumbasses have the same idea and they've all lost--hell, yaana got to beat one in the selections. that was pretty good. but this jackass, who didn't even come to the preliminaries back then, suddenly got admitted into the league, called himself souleater and badmouthed everyone there, and then backed his words with a victory against a feral soul-enhanced opponent. who is yaana. dammit!

she throws the doors to souleater's backroom wide open, yells "hey, asshole!" then stops in her tracks. there's metem panicking about something on one end of the lockers, and on the other is a... guy? wow, he's really pretty for a guy. looks to be in the process of changing, he's got a black dress shirt to the side as he's putting on a pair of white pants.

the guy turns to hide himself slightly from yaana's sight. "pardon, miss. please give me a moment to get decent," he says.

"sorry, wrong room." yaana closes the door. she looks around the hallway. "wait, no it's not!" she goes back into the definitely correct room.

the prettyboy looks up at her with one arm in the shirt sleeve. "need a bit more time than that, please." yaana can see the scars on his body more clearly now, and the huge one across his abdomen is unmistakable. apparently there's a gnarlier one on his chest, though, holy shit.

"whatever, you've got your pants on. anyway, souleater!" she points to the guy, and he nods. "say that from the start, dammit! why are you polite now?!" and why is he so much better looking with the mask off? that's just not fair!

"he was like this at the start!" metem wails, "so kind and accomodating when we first met! but why did you turn the entire stadium against you?" he buries his face in his hands. "now everyone will hate your guts! even though you were the one who--"

"master metem," souleater cuts in sharply. "i told you to keep quiet about that. if you must know, it's because you pissed me off." yaana can see his tail puffing up in annoyance.

right, there's the infuriating souleater she expected. she rolls her eyes. the guy taunts and takes your hits like the pawing of a kitten, then when you get a good punch in, nope, healed himself! then he had the gall to yell stuff like 'watch the deflects!' and 'you see where i'm compensating?' like he wanted yaana to get more hits in!

and the worst part was when she did, she watched how he deflected her claws and tended to protect his right side more--because of the old injury, maybe?--and broke through his defense, souleater cheered for her right there in the ring. when she tried to throw him off the arena, too, he laughed and played along, only turning the table against her at the end. his attacks were straightforward and honest. it was--

it was fun. yaana had so much fun fighting souleater!

she throws herself onto one of the benches. "ugh, i can't believe i lost to someone who wasn't even using a feral soul! what are you?!"

souleater and metem are still arguing about the tournament itself, and how he will continue as a challenger to the next rounds. it occurs to yaana that she's not gonna get to do that--at least, not this round of the championship. damn it all! she can't leave things like this.

"hey, twig!" she calls to souleater. "would you mind if i watched you for a while?"

he tilts his head. "sure, be my guest--twig?! my name's tart!" he yells.

"pfft, no way, i got close!" yaana bursts into giggles. "don't worry, i don't have any hard feelings, tart. i'm just curious, that's all--about what you can do." --and what she can learn from him, too.

souleater--tart nods. great. yaana will make sure she gets something out of her time here at the arcadion. she won't let this chance go to waste.

[tjthekpoplover]

Ya girl is baaaaack! My return fic is gonna be……….. if you guessed Nancy Downs then your correct! This is my first Nancy fic so please don’t hate me.

Mine…

Nancy Downs X Fem! Reader

Contains: Smut, jealousy, Nancy getting pissed of, cussing

U BOTH ARE ADULTS AND OUT OF SCHOOL. NOT PROOF READ SO APOLOGIES IF ITS CRINGE 😬

CONTEXT: You were just hanging out with your friend (Lia) who you haven’t seen in a while. You two were childhood friends. Nancy spots you talking to Lia and suspects that you’re cheating on her. But something’s lead to another……

You were just outside walking. It was a normal day. Until you saw a lady walking near you. You thought she looked familiar so you walked up to her and said “Hi.” It turns out to be your friend, Lia, from your childhood. You two started talking while your doing your daily walk.

Nancy was always skeptical about certain things and very protective. She watched in the distance. She thought you were cheating on her. But you were just trying to know what happened in your friend’s life after graduation. So you asked Lia what her number was and she gave it to you. You smiled and said your goodbyes and left.

As soon as you saw Nancy looking at you from the window……you had gut feeling that something terrible was going to happen to you. So you walked home. You opened the door and went inside. Nancy had her arms folded over her chest. “So who was that?” She asked you. You were scared half to death. “That was my friend from school.” Nancy interrupted you and replied: “Bullshit! She was looking at you up and down!”

She walked closer to you. You quickly said “No she wasn’t!” Nancy had this look on her face. She didn’t like when you talked back to her. “What do you mean? She was staring at you like you were a piece of meat! You’re mine and no one else’s! Got it?” She said angrily. Before you even got the chance to reply back she yanked you by the arm and took you to your shared bedroom.

When you arrived in the bedroom, Nancy shoved you down on the bed. She leaned in and whispers in your ear; “You’re going to regret talking to her after this.” Then she plays with the edge of your shirt. She unbuttons your shirt revealing your bra. She bit her bottom lip. “Damn…..” She tosses it aside. She looks at your chest hungrily.

You gulp. You were absolutely terrified yet aroused at the some time. Nancy places kisses down your chest. She kisses down until your stomach. She swiftly removes your pants; now leaving you in your bra and underwear. She looked at you up and down. Nancy does up and whispers in your ear; “You’re mine you got that? All mine. And not that bitch Lia’s. Mine.” She whispered as she unclipped your bra. She removed your bra and started to fondle your breast. You couldn’t help but moan. She grinned as she kept on playing with your breast.

You were increasingly getting more and more aroused. Then out of no where Nancy stopped. When she stopped you whimpered. You wanted more. Then Nancy’s eyes traveled down your body to your underwear. She started kissing down your body to your underwear and removes them. She purposely missed your aching core; not giving it attention. You whine in protest. Nancy had her stupid grin as she kept kissing your thighs. After having enough of teasing you, Nancy finally puts her mouth on your core; hungrily licking. You kept moaning. You were so close…….you came over the edge……Nancy was practically in heaven. Cleaning it up. After she was done she got up and whispered in your ear; “You’re mine you got that?”

Hey y’all. It’s been awhile. I’ve been dealing with shit. But I’m back. I still haven’t gotten any requests….which upsets me. But I’ve been on severe writers block. Anyways, I know this might be cringe but I tried 😀 hope you enjoyed. Have a great day/evening/night and I’ll see you next time. Adios, amigos!

[shroomshark]

Wrote the whole ass Au Idea out of these two on twitter so like might as well copy and paste it in here,,,

A Vinzack AU idea where Vin is a half dragon and Zack is a human. This is set in a modern setting,,, a lovely thread,,, If there are spelling mistakes, just ignore them because my tired ass does not wanna fix them or notice them, thank you and enjoy

So like Jhigh decides that they are going to take a trip to this old temple/kindom that is now used as an tourist attraction like somewhere far away. But everyone has to rent at least the top part of the hanbok to seem respectful to their own culture when they visit

(they actually would've had to pay for a fee but you get to go free if you have an hanbok on and everyone decided that was more fun) so like as they are on their way there. Vin realizes that the place is what Vin's childhood palace should've been until things happened and now

that place is a tourist attraction. Vin could've been raised there since he had the dragon in him but instead he was raised in Cheonliang with his mom being a dragon and his dad being a regular human. so like vin was half pissed off when the buss had parked them pretty far away

from the place. Vin also was the only one who had not rented an hanbok because he could just go to the closest gas station's bathroom and transform his dragon hanbok on and hike his way to the place and pay for nothing. So Vin did do that. But Vin was surprised when he got out of

the stall to see zack angrily stare at himself through the mirror and then it hit Vin that Zack had a grey hanbok, a commoners' hanbok. Vin was about to tease Zack when Zack just walked out of the bathroom not wanting to deal with Vin but Zack had forgot his gat(the korean hat)

by the sink and then vin picked it up and started to go after Zack. They both are now separated from their friend groups since they went to the bathroom and told them they can go ahead and not wait for them. Zack just needed some fresh air since Zoe had made some silly comments

about the hanbok and zack overdramtazied the situation and had to blow out some steam. fucking drama queen zack. Anygay, Vin started to go after Zack and he caught up to him and told Zack to stay in place as he started to put on the gat on Zack and tying the bow. they bickered

as they got up to the palace/temple/fuck idk im tired, they didn't even try to find their friend group as there were a lot of people and it seemed so hard to find them in all of the mess, so Vin just decided to explore the place with his gut feeling and zack followed him

as zack was following Vin, he noticed that Vin also had the traditional shoes and the pants. Then Zack took a even closer look and noticed all the jewerly and extra stuff on Vin. Zack then asked where Vin had rented his outfit and vin half lied that his mom had made it

as Zack was taking a closer inspection on the decoration of the prints, zack didn't notice he was about to go through a wall with Vin. But to Vin it looked like an open room. The staff of the place was watching Vin because of his outfit went pale when the two went through a wall

the staff member then blamed it on seeing things. Meanwhile when they entered the room, suddenly there was a tail in front of Zack's face and Zack grabbed onto it not knowing it was Vin's tail. Vin's half dragon form was exposed out in the open in that room as the dragon spirit

coughed as they took a giant form of a physical dragon. Then their both's attention turned into a dragon as the dragon had a very judging look. "Not another of my people wanting to get my blessing on their marriage with a commoner! Why can't my kind get with the rich sometimes!"

the only word vin understood in that moment was that the dragon calling zack poor so vin corrected the dragon that Zack actually was rich but he decided to rent grey and black stuff because he is such an loser and Zack was about to punch Vin and then they got into an argument

and zack kept telling vin not to ruin his expensive shoes or his watch and vin just kept telling zack how dumb he is. They were about to throw hands but stopped before they actually landed on each other. They were so heated in the moment that they did not fucking realize

that the dragon spirit fucking thinks they are about to get married and are getting a blessing from the above to grant some cool stuff. So, the dragon likes their dynamic and just says "Yeah, yeah, you can have my blessings, blah blah, you may now kiss your partner blah blah

let me get back to watching these tourists being hilarious idiots. please get out of my room to kiss, it's getting pretty annoying to see y'all kiss in my sacred personal space, byee!!" and then vin and zack get pushed out of the room and the same staff from earlier saw them

fly out of the wall and decided they needed some good fucking sleep. Both Vin and Zack cursed when they got up from the floor. As Zack was getting up, he noticed something on his ring finger. It was a red tattoo of a dragon wrapped around the finger like a ring, then zack turned

to look towards vin who was back to his fully human form. Vin had the same tattoo too. Zack started to scream all of it was Vin's fault and vin had no idea why zack was screaming at him until he showed the tattoo to vin and then vin went silent. Zack noticed that vin went silent

all of the sudden and was about to say something until vin spoke up and said "Since you are now a dragon's soul partner and have the blessing of the dragon, no evil spirit will ever get near you. Since you are scared of them or whatever. I'll leave you alone and lets pretend

this never happened" and vin starts walking off and zack just stands there wondering why vin gave up so easily on arguing when they both would always argue until someone else stopped them. (this thing happened before the sircus so vin's reasoning was that he believed zack would

never view vin as a soul partner because he is a murderer and his eyes) so zack continued to hide the tattoo with bandages not wanting to show off that he and vin have matching tattoos on the ring finger. Also the tattoo on the ring finger was harder to hide than the two

massive tattoos zack had above his ass and his happy trail area(the fuck is that thing called again?) and zack cursed really fucking loudly when he noticed them, meanwhile vin had gained an extra dick when he went back into his half dragon form and his horns where much more

larger. His tail was also much larger and longer, plus vin learned that now his tail was also acting out vin's emotions and vin had accidentally knocked over chairs when he got excited listening to duke's song. so vin tried to avoid letting his dragon side out but

it would hurt him if he stayed human way too long, so vin just had to suffer not getting too excited in his own home. As the time passed they actually never decided to address the whole thing until after the circus when zack learned more about vin, ok brain died im off to bed gn

[sadhours]

I wrote that regulars bar modern!au 🙃

read on ao3

Thee Alibi is where Billy goes every day after work. Five thirty— Monday through Friday. Each day when he walks in, the bartender, Jack has a Budweiser bottle in hand, ready for him. It’s the same group of people each day. Billy feels like he’s in his own little Cheers. They feel like his second family, except closer than his first but hey, the say the best family is the one you can choose.

It’s a Thursday, the day his direct deposit is posted so of course, he’s at the bar in his regular stool with a cold beer in his hand and a cigarette in the other. It’s Basketball season. Billy hasn’t cared about sports since he was in high school but it’s fun to pretend with these assholes. One asshole in particular. And on cue, Steve walks into the bar, his shaggy brown hair a mess and he’s clearly trying to grow a mustache. It’s a pathetic attempt, wispy little hairs but Billy remembers the days when he couldn’t grow much and how he desperately held on to the hair he could grow.

“Hey, Jack,” the brunette smiles as he sits two stools down from Billy, “Anything new on tap?”

“Since yesterday?” Jack replies with a snort, “Nah.”

Steve purses his lips, “Let me get that chocolate stout again, then.”

Billy stifles his laugh, the two of them argue about Steve’s affinity for craft beers several times a week. Billy just doesn’t understand the appeal, it’s harder to drink and cost more than double what he pays for his domestic.

“I can see that look on your face, Hargrove,” Steve says, not tearing eyes away from his phone, “It’s not my fault you have shit taste.”

“I’m a simple man,” Billy raises his bottle to Steve.

The brunette glances to him, a twinge of disgust crossing his lips, “A simple man who likes to drink piss.”

Billy chuckles, stubbing his cigarette out in his ashtray. Jack hands Steve his pint glass, filled with the dark brown beer and an inch of lighter colored foam.

“Thank you, sir,” Steve grins from ear to ear as he giddily raises the glass to his lips.

Billy leans back in his chair as he looks up to the flatscreen TV, “Who you gunning for today, Steven?”

Steve sighs, so used to Billy calling him anything other than Steve that he doesn’t even correct him anymore, “Miami.”

“Hmm,” Billy hums, still looking at the TV, “I’ve got my money the Bucks.”

Steve turns to him offended, “But last fucking week you told me they were trash.”

Billy grins, tossing back the rest of his Budweiser as Jack brings him a new one, “Last week, they were.”

“You have no loyalty,” the brunette shook his head.

It’s funny. Billy doesn’t really care who wins, he just likes cheering when Steve’s booing. Steve gets really wrapped up in sports. Even joins the fantasy leagues.

“Aw, that’s not true. I’m loyal to this place. I know you’re sneaking off to other bars on the weekend,” Billy chides.

Steve grins over to the bartender, “That’s ‘cause Jack isn’t here Saturday or Sunday.”

“You’re such a sweetheart,” Jack says, placing his hands over his heart. Billy rolls his eyes and sits up in his seat, smacking the bartop with his palms.

“Jack, round of Jameson for everyone,” he calls out, “Gotta be nice to Stevie before his team starts losing and things get ugly in here.”

“Can’t say no that,” Jack says with an amused purse of his lips before lining up four shot glasses. He pours the amber liquid in them before sliding one to Dawn at the end of the bar, she lifts it up and winks at Billy. She’s a sweetheart. Billy’s spilled his guts to her many times after he’s had too many. She’s about twenty five years older than him, works as a high school teacher and has been coming to this bar before he was even born, as she reminds him at least twice a week.

After they each have their shots, they raise them and Billy can’t help it if his eyes follow Steve’s hand to his lips. So maybe Billy thinks he’s really cute. It’s not a big deal. Steve had a serious girlfriend up until about three weeks ago. He’s pretty sure Steve is straight. And Billy’s not exactly out to him. Or any of the regulars, really. He just doesn’t feel the need to tell them. If it ever comes up he won’t deny it, but he’s sure as hell not gonna be the one to bring it up.

“Thanks, man,” Steve smiles, “Big check?”

“I did alright,” Billy grins back.

A few moments pass, Steve’s glued to his phone until Queens of the Stone Age starts playing on the TouchTunes and he sets his phone on the bar with a pleased smile on his face. Billy knows he’s just clogged up the queue and it could be an opportunity to press his buttons some. He can’t put his finger on the reason, but he really, really likes getting Steve all riled up. Maybe it’s the way his face gets all screwed up, he gets this little crease between his eyebrows. It’s cute. Steve’s cute.

Billy watches as the Bucks score a three pointer and he whoops, turning to Steve with a devious grin. The brunette shakes his head, “It’s still early. Don’t get all fucking gloaty yet.”

“Aw, ya mad, Stevie?” Billy bites back with a condescending tone and a saccharine smile.

Steve crumbles up a bar napkin and launches it at Billy’s face, it tickles his nose a little bit when it lands. Jack points between them, “Play nice or you two can mop up the bar tonight.”

It continues like that through the game, it seems like whichever team Billy picks wins and maybe one day he’ll be nice and pick the one Steve likes. Maybe.

They’ve each had a few, Billy’s feeling that happy buzz throughout his body and he nudges against Steve before adjusting his hat. He’s got a proposition he knows Steve will try to fight but eventually give in to.

“C’mon Stevie, let’s play a game of pool,” he smiles smugly.

“Abso-fucking-lutely not,” Steve protests after he swallows a heavy sip of whatever disgusting, hoppy beer he’s drinking.

Billy frowns, “What? Are you scared I’m gonna kick your ass?”

“With your fucking rules, yeah!” Steve retorts, his voice higher with the fight swelling on his tongue.

“Bank Eight is so fucking standard,” Billy argues, “But fine, we can play your way.”

Steve shakes his head, picking his phone up to check it and Billy sees his Lock Screen is still him and Nancy, smiling on some trip they took to the Bay Area. It makes Billy angry but he can’t exactly place why.

“Jack? Another shot for Harrington and I. He needs some liquid courage,” Billy calls out.

“I’m not playing, dude,” Steve exhales, “But I’ll take a shot.”

Jack pours the shots and slides them over, down the hatch they go and Billy tries to think of how else he can get Steve to agree. He lights up a cigarette, taking his hat off and tossing it on the bar.

Finally he settles on, “I’ll pay your tab. What you’ve charged it so far and whatever your little heart desires for the rest of the night.”

That seems to pique the brunettes interest. He makes adorable face, tilting his head with his lips turned down and his eyebrows raised high. He stews on it for a bit, takes a big gulp from his pint glass and says, “Fuck it. I’m in.”

“You’re so easy, Stevie.”

Billy orders them another round before they make their way to the table, jamming quarters into the slot and racks the balls. His OCD kicks in as he organizes them and rolls them in the wooden triangle until he knows they’re tight enough. He carefully lifts the rack and places it on the booth behind him.

“Alright,” he purrs, “You break first.”

Steve grumbles as he grabs the pool stick and chalk, rolling the tiny square along the tip. Billy knows he sucks. They’ve played countless times and he can count on one hand how many times Steve’s won and Billy was going easy on him then. The brunette grabs the cue ball and places it on the green felt, glancing up to Billy’s face and using his expressions as a indication of where to leave it. Which isn’t exactly the best idea because Billy grins wide when Steve’s put it in the worst possible spot. As Steve points the cue, Billy stifles his laugh at the way he holds it. The fact that Steve spends so much time at this bar and still has no fucking clue how to play pool blows Billy’s mind. Maybe one day he can teach him, get all macho with it and stand behind him, hands on Steve’s to show him how to hold the fucking stick. Not today though.

Steve hits the cue ball and it rolls into the yellow solid ball, which rattles the lot of them but only six of them actually roll away. Steve audibly groans, rubbing his face with his hand and mumbles something about how this game is stupid. Billy smirks, grabbing his own cue and strolls around the table to where the cue ball has landed. This shots easy, he’s just finishing the break. He lays the stick between his thumb and forefinger, pulls back and lunges it forward. The white ball smacks into the clutter Steve left behind with a loud smack, all of them bounce and roll. Two solids sink in opposite pockets and Billy doesn’t miss the way Steve rolls his eyes over his pint glass.

“Looks like your stripes, pretty boy,” he smirks, extending the pool cue to smack Steve on the ass before he moves to the other side of the table, lining up his next shot.

As expected, he decimates Steve. He almost never misses a shot and Steve almost always does. The brunettes clearly annoyed, downing his fancy beer and trudging up the stairs to order himself a new one after Billy calls out to him, “Best two out of three!”

He half expects Steve to sit his pretty ass down at the bar, accept defeat and drink him into debt. But Billy is almost giddy when he returns, trying to juggle a pint glass, a Budweiser bottle and two more shots in his arm. He rushes to help him out, but Steve shoots a glare at him like he’s promised himself he could make it back to the booth without spilling a drop and intends to do just that. They take the shots and Steve extends his palm out, waiting for Billy to supply the quarters. The blonde digs around in his back pocket and hands over a dollar fifty. He wonders what that shitty little mustache would feel like against his lips and has to quickly shake the thought away. He really doesn’t need to think about Steve like that when he’s so close with this much alcohol running through him; he’s libel to do something stupid about it.

“Let’s make it fair, I’ll do bank eight but you don’t have to,” Billy offers as Steve starts racking.

“I don’t need your pity,” Steve huffs, placing the balls in order and rolls the rack once before he’s going to pull away.

“You’re sabotaging yourself, keep rolling,” Billy says, moving over to place the wooden rack back down, “You have to make it tight.”

He’s real close to Steve, can feel his breath on his cheek and it drives him a little insane. He smells like beer and strawberry shampoo.

“That’s what she said,” Steve rushes out under a laugh, his lips curling up deviously as their eyes meet.

“I… that barely makes sense,” Billy shakes his head and continues rolling the rack until he’s satisfied.

Steve’s still giggling as he retrieves his beer.

“‘Kay, take notes,” Billy says as he lines up the cue ball a little left of center, “This— is how you break.”

He sticks his tongue out just a bit as he winds back the pool cue and then slams the white ball into the racked collection. They scatter and Billy sinks a solid in, keeping up his tradition. He feels like he doesn’t do so well when he’s stripes.

“How do you always get one in right away?” the brunette asks, his lips parted in disbelief.

Billy shrugs as he lines up the next shot, “I just hit it hard enough. Ones bound to hit a pocket.”

He lets Steve win that game, purposely makes shots he knows are impossible so that the brunette has a fighting chance. As much as he likes to see Steve fuming, annoyed beyond belief, Billy actually might prefer a happy, excited Steve. His smile is thrilling, the prettiest he’s ever seen. It reaches his eyes and crease the skin around them. And damnit, it’s a contagious smile.

But deep down, Billy’s got a competitive spirit so he doesn’t let him win the third game. He orders them each a beer at last call, knows he’s going to regret the decision tomorrow morning but Steve’s company is too good to pass up. It’s this night he realizes he’s absolutely smitten with Steve. The feelings a bit overwhelming when they’re walking to their cars, neither of them should drive but Billy’s justifies it because he lives two blocks away. He asks Steve he lives close and Steve points up at the apartments behind the bar.

“Why do you even drive here?” he asks with a laugh.

Steve shrugs, “I come straight from work.”

“Fair enough,” Billy slurs as he and Steve stand next to the brunettes sedan.

“Mhm,” Steve leans against the drivers door and looks at him. “Fun night. Thanks for letting me win that game.”

Billy cackles, pushing Steve’s shoulder, “I didn’t let you win. I was just being experimental with my shots.”

“I’m not that much of an idiot,” he purrs back, smiling wide again.

“Oh, you’re not?”

“No, I can read you better than you think,” Steve admits and Billy’s breath catches in his throat. Did that mean what he thought it meant?

The next three seconds are kind of a blur, Billy didn’t realize he was inching closer. But here he is, hand on Steve’s jaw while he kisses him. The brunette doesn’t kiss back right away, his body goes rigid and he presses his palm against Billy’s chest like he’s gonna push him away. He doesn’t. He kisses back, swoops his hands down to Billy’s waist and parts his lips. It’s pretty messy, no true rhythm due to the alcohol and Billy’s desperation.

It’s over quicker than he wants but Steve’s pulling back, an unreadable expression straining his face.

“I’ll uh,” Billy steps back and exhales, “I’ll see ya around, Harrington.”

“Yeah. See ya,” Steve mumbles before unlocking his car and climbing in.

Billy watches as he backs out of the parking spot and drives slowly behind the bar to the apartments.

[sweetestofchaos]

Your older than me and with more experience so is there anything you will like to tell us like anything about having kids and stuff like that or if you got the chance of meeting little you what would you tell her or warned her about? 💗

Oh, bestie…how much time do you have 🤔 imma give you a small(ish) list.

Don’t have kids young if you can help it. And by young I’m talking about 18-25. Live your life and allow yourself to have worldly experiences. I know this will piss people off but please keep in mind that not all of us are blessed with the resources or help to still be able to live a full life while having a child/ren.

Listen to your gut/heart. Stop ignoring the warning signs because you think you can change someone. News flash, you cannot change them!

Save money! Put money aside whenever you can. An emergency fund is a must!

Learn to enjoy being your best friend. There is a peace like no other when you are able to enjoy your solitude. You don’t have to be alone all the time but when you are, you shouldn’t hate it.

Read the fucking room! Don’t invite yourself to places that people don’t want you. If you’re on the phone with a friend and they are talking about going out with so and so, don’t ask to tag along.

Go to therapy!! There is nothing wrong with getting help. Some battles cannot be won alone.

“Love” isn’t a reason to stay in a toxic relationship. It will slowly turn into resentment and anger.

Talk to your partner about children. Make sure you are on the same page about everything. If you want them or not. How many. Parenting styles…it is all very important to know before hand. Shit like this will ruin a relationship later on down the line.

Be open minded. The world is always changing and what you know isn’t always correct. Adapt and evolve, that is the best thing you can ever do.

Don’t ever put someone before yourself. At the end of the day, all you have is you. Look out for your best interest ‘cause nine times out of ten the other person will fuck you over (speaking from experience)

And if I got the chance to meet my younger self, I would tell her to listen to our mother. Don’t hold any hate against her…she has been through a lot and is looking out for us. I would also tell my younger self to be more open about our feelings. Don’t hold them in and voice whatever is bothering us. Having feelings isn’t wrong and it is our parent’s jobs to protect us. We don’t have to be strong at such a young age.

I would lastly tell my younger self to leave my ex the fuck alone! Don’t even look at him in school. Pretend he doesn’t exist and keep it pushing. He is nothing but trouble 😒

So, yeah that’s my list. Listen to me or not. But this is what I wish I knew when I was younger. My life most likely wouldn’t be the shit show that it is now 😓😐

Thank you for asking bestie,

Chell

[julien5-malfunction]

14022023 It's FRIEND'S DAY!!!

(and not Valentine's day, here where I live, at least...)

[Content: Reaction to being misgendered, anger about the inability to change critical things and fear of anger.]

I had a therapy appointment today and we were talking about rock bands (bc idk that's just how it is nowdays, no more fake ass 'deep dives' and ripping open old wounds, 👍 I approve.) And the therapist was saying something like '...allright, girl.' I was like '...uhh, what was that?' (In a rather playful tone) She just said it again a few times while looking for something on the computer.

I'm not gonna be a huge karen about it but this is the 2nd time someone in position of authority refers to me as a 'girl' or a similar term. The other one was one of the (now former) check up visitors, who was giving me a car ride home. (She said that I was a badass-bitch for having the guts to go on the trip to the big city alone.) Altough she did catch that by her self and corrected it swiftly.

Not a reason to cry but it just makes me feel like people have to actively try to avoid using femine terms about me and I'm pretty sure they are lying if they say anything about me looking more like a boy than a girl.

And that's something I'm really, REALLY insecure about. I know I don't pass and never will and I'd rather get honest feedback about it than careful, sweet little lies, so I don't get my feelings hurt, like just say it. Just fucking say it, stop lying. I can't stand lying, be fucking honest with me even if it stings, ffs.

I'm just mildly pissed off that people are pretending. And I don't pass, like I just don't, I know I don't, I never will. Kill me.

On another note, but related; I hate the teenagers, cuz why does every single fucking teen girl have lower voice than I do? Why am I so fucking short in comparison to everybody my age, and even people years younger than me, and why are they all wo fucking skinny. Everybody seems to have a life and friends and be good at something, know what job they want, just in general have their fucking shit together.

And it's in no way their fault but it just makes me feel like complete shit about myself and I always have to argue about the same fucking thing in my head, that I'm not a totally lost cause yet, and I still got a chance to become functional and maybe a person I can comfortably live as, and MAYBE accomplish something that will make ME think 'yeah, that's a pretty cool thing to leave as a reminder after I die. It's just. I feel like I'm so fucking behind in a race where I don't know how to compete in.

And the part where 'something', that could fit the definition of hope and a possible salvation from the life long torture, that is living in the circumstance I was trapped in upon birth, is first promised, then denied and ripped away from me. And I'm literally told to give it up, well guess what, I have nothing else to believe in or live for.

So I keep suffering in belief of my 'salvation', even if I stand no chance.

I swear, if I go insane enough I'll go beyond reason to do absolutely fucking everything I can to force my way trough as much as possibe. Just because I refuse to suffer eternally, because someone else made me.

Like if I get mad I get tunnel vision and I get violent too like it's scary. I'm scared of what I might be capable of while blinded, but in a way I kinda wanna find out.

Like if I can hurt another, physically, or not for example.

I'm getting off topic again.

[smidgen-of-hotboy]

Jay's Thoughts: Extended Cut

Every time you use the phrase “way down” a part of me gets so excited

OH OH OH- okokok. Nyx i think was the one to point it out in your post yesterday with the sneak peek, smth about Eurydice dying in some versions because she was bit by a rattlesnake and drawing the parallels of that to the feeling in Juno’s stomach and yeahhhhhhh. YEAHHHHHHHH- kisses kisses kisses ya’ll are so smart Also the mental image you’ve created in my head of juno walking “shirt soaked through with sweat”- like, he’s miserable buttttt…. Also… beating myself back so i don’t say something i later regret

THE RUSH I’M GETTING RN IS THE SAME AS THE RUSH I GOT LISTENING TO THE CLEAN BREAK PART 2 FOR THE FIRST TIME OOOOUUUGHGHGGHHGHGH- THIS COULD ONLY BE MADE BETTER IF JUNO MENTIONED THE SMELL 

“...and a wall around his heart. [stopSTOPPPP-] His overalls were covered in muc and brick dust, [lack of care for his appearance which is very important usually to Nureyev] his glasses were broken, and his eyes looked hollow and weary. [MY HEART!!] But, gods, he might as well have had a gilded halo around his head for the way Juno wanted to fall down at his feet weeping and praying.” [IDOLISM SPOTTED!! DEIFICATION SPOTTED!! ANGEL NUREYEV SPOTTED!! MUSE! WORSHIP! RELIGIOUS IMAGERY! GAHHH- this has everything in it that I want and love and its only the beginning….]

“Blesses Saint Peter of the Workers.” OH WE DOING THIS HUH ZEPH??!! OKAY! OKAY THEN- Saint Peter is an actual Saint, he holds the keys to the gates of heaven and is referenced in the song “Sixteen Tons”. A different Saint Peter is accounted as “the wonderworker” for his acts of wonder working in 920 (organizing famine relief and ransom for captives and treating the ill). The Wonderworker was called a Thaumaturgy, someone who performs miracles (which, actually fits the narrative Kabert have built for Nureyev and the Dokana group…)

Oh boy, nothing can go wrong now that Juno has found him! I STAND CORRECTED HE ISN’T RESPONDING TO HIS NAME! AAAAAGGGGHHHHH-

OH THE RATTLESNAKE IS STILL HERE

“Nothing. Just that steady Hadestown rhythm of breathe, strike, lift. Breathe. Strike. Lift.” So even Juno can hear it…

“He wasn’t alive now. The poorly sutured gash in his neck was evidence enough of that.” I’m crying. I’m actually crying. I’m coming down from my high writing that Angel of Brahma thing and now this and I’m crying. 

“Juno was nearly crying now [NO SHIT JUNO HERE I GOT YOU BABE, I GOT YOU BABY GIRL, I’LL CRY ENOUGH FOR BOTH OF US], scared and desperate, the world going blurry through the tears stuck in his lashes. The rattlesnake hidden in his stomach was letting out another steady hiss, it’s teeth bared in warning once more.” [Rattlesnakes hissing and rattling their tail is indeed a warning sign. This is all a big red flag Juno. You gotta run while you can.]

“I’m here to take you home.” THIS ISN’T FUCKING FAIR-

“And then something strangely extraordinary happened. Peter blinked. And it was like a miracle.” NOT FUCKING FAIR- Buddy is rioting back home. She is pissed, beyond pissed, and IT’S NOT FAIR! NONE OF IT IS FUCKING FAIR!! AGGG- I got something good to share after this, something real good. 

“And a grin more blinding than the sun snuck on to his face, chasing away the despair and melancholy.” I feel like there’s a line you wrote before that is similar to this… I might just be thinking though of how you describe Juno’s singing and his song.

“He looked at Juno, wonder and surprise and love in his eyes, and mouthed a single word. Juno!” OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH- I’m dry heaving this is too fucking sweet.

Describing hugs and embraces will never not strike me in the gut. So precious, sacred, vulnerable… THE SMELL! Or at least it’s A Smell. Either way I called it I’m complete. And the fact that Juno felt whole again with Nureyev. Like- he was halved when he lost Ben. He was so lost and desperate and lonely, and losing Nureyev reopened that wound, but now that he has Nureyev back in his arms (no matter how temporary) he feels whole again. Speaking levels.

Zeph I am raising my hand in the air for a big ass high five, low five, mid five- all the hand slaps right now. I LOVE getting to incorporate sign language into my writing, it’s a lot of fun. In some of my earlier attempts, I wrote American Sign up as if it were Glossed, and now a couple of years later I’ve turned to treating it like spoken dialogue. It is a very real experience for someone who is not a native signer to have to switch my brain from English to Sign and struggle to do so so quickly. I am very used to asking people to SIGN SLOW PLEASE LEARNING Makes me curious though why Juno knows sign…

Juno hastily explaining “Jet’s a psychopomp whatever that means” = Juno explaining what the fuck the Ruby7 is

“And then when I got to the wall… I just. I sang.” Something something- original mythos, Orpheus sang to Cerberus and subdued the dog with his sad song. He sang to Charon and got free passage across the Styx because he was that sad. This imagery though is reminding me of that one Adventure Time episode where Magic Man steals Finn, Jake, Princess Bubblegum, BMO, and Marceline’s stuff. And the only way to get it back is to sing a true song from the heart. 

This Juno is very close to S2 Canon Juno. Destructive and hasn’t learned his lesson yet. And now he sort of is but… not really… He called your name before he went. Guess you didn’t hear it….

“Soft like a magnolia petal in early spring with the kind of tenderness and care that only a very deep-rooted love can produce.” MAGNOLIA PETAL??? Language of flowers meaning NOBILITY… hmmm… Rex Glass alias is King Glass… Slip Jackson is King of Hadestown… hmmm….

“growing through the cracks of Nureyev’s walls” LIKE TEH WALLS TO HADESTOWN OOUGGGHH!

And Juno babe- love the optimism. Love the “My name is Juno Steel, and I always get my man” type attitude you’ve brought with you, but that won’t work! Try Again! :D

“You’re not from around here, are you?” OH NO OH SHIT RUN JUNO STEEL, RUN!!

Anndddd Nureyev’s blue screened, he’s hit flight or fight and he chose FREEZE!

“And who the hell are you?” he sounds like a literal child in my head rn lol

“An old friend of Petyas’. [OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT ITS THE SLIPPY BOY-] And the man who owns this city. You can call me Slip. You’d best be going, though. This city doesn’t take kindly to strays.” [OHHHHH!!]

Juno Steel, “I always get my man” = Juno Steel, “I’m not leaving without him”

“He hasn’t told you, has he?” I can hear how fucking smug he is rn

“a sick feeling beginning to snake back into his gut. ‘Tell me what, Peter?’” FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK ABORT- ABORTT!! RUN NUREYE!!!!

“I told you I own this city, and that includes the people in it. My darling Petya [OH OH OH THIS MAKES ME WANNA BITE HIM, HIT HIM, FIGHT HIM- NO ONE OWNS PETER NUREYEV- NO ONE!!! Smth smth “everyone who’s called me Pete wants to be my parent”] I was initially going to keep him from having to work out here, but since he decided he would rather keep company with my workers than me, [yeahhhh- i wonder why.] I decided to let him do some of the work himself,’ Slip shrugged, walking forward and resting a hand on Peter’s shoulder.” [the jarring gap between Slip calling him Petya, calling him My Darling Petya, and Juno still thinking of him as Peter… it’s fucking with my head in the best way.]

“It isn’t true… it can’t be true. Tell me it isn’t true.” my brain says this is a reference to “Is it True?” and i’m getting sense of a rebellion? Of the workers turning on Slip and demanding that he give Peter and Juno a chance? Hmmmm? I have hope. I believe. 

“Executives? Would you mind showing this young man here what we do with trespassers?” OH FUCK- not even a “young lady” but a “young man” OH FUCK- Slip’s boutta catch some hands“Suddenly, two large, identical men dressed in brown coats appeared behind Juno. Before he could say a word or move in defense, there was movement, a sharp pain radiating through his skull, and then Juno Steel knew no more.” Huh. huh. HUH! HUH?! WHAT?! He can’t be dead- he can’t be! …right? Mmm- S1 reference on the horizon maybe? Reference to Juno being thrown in Miasma’s tomb? OR SEASON 4 REFERENCE TO PALOMINE CORRECTIONS??? HMMM!!! I’m excited for whatever is to come :)

SONG FOR A CAGED LOVEBIRD: PART 13

this took. a while!! life has been busy recently lol. i feel it is important to note that this part 13 also cashed in at 1,666 words. this was not intentional, but uh. definitely has got some evil undertones.

reading some of the stuff peter says might get a lil confusing- just remember he is signing all of this!! i didn't want to write the word "signed" three million times and sign language is literally a language, just not a spoken one, so i used "said" instead

I SUMMON THEE TPP CREW: @smidgen-of-hotboy @ceaseless-watchers-special-girl @urjover @one-joe-spoopy @waters-and-the-wilde @demonic-panini @the-private-eye

Way down deep in the pit of Juno’s stomach, a scaly rattlesnake of dread curled up and bared its fangs.

His muscles ached and his shirt was soaked through with sweat, and every few steps came with a cough from the horrible, black-dust air. He’d been searching the walls for hours now, looking for any sign of the tall, knife-thin figure that had sliced his world in half from the moment he walked into it. 

He’d seen a lot of workers. It took a lot of effort for him to not cringe at the sight of them. A hundred thousand faces, laying brick and chipping away at stone, each one looking as bone-tired and hopeless as the next. Some even looked vaguely familiar, distorted into someone he recognized through the dream-like haze in the air. But he hadn’t found anything of Peter Nureyev yet.

The rattlesnake shivered out a tense hiss. He was beginning to question everything. Had Rita remembered what had happened correctly? Maybe he’d missed him somewhere? Was Peter even here?

And suddenly all of Juno’s fear melted away.

There he was. A lone figure against the harsh lava glow of the factories behind him.

Just like he had the first time, he looked tired and disheveled, dirt on his face and a wall around his heart. His overalls were covered in mud and brick dust, his glasses were broken, and his eyes looked hollow and weary. But, gods, he might as well have had a gilded halo around his head for the way Juno wanted to fall down at his feet weeping and praying.

Blessed Saint Peter of the Workers.

Juno broke into a sprint.

“Nureyev?! Nureyev!!”

There was no answer. Peter just kept hacking away at the rock with his pickaxe, head bowed to the ground.

Juno scrambled up the rickety wooden ramp to the top of the wall as the rattlesnake slithered back into his gut. Peter barely noticed him. “Nureyev. Nureyev, please. Peter, please look at me!”

Nothing. Just that steady Hadestown rhythm of breathe, strike, lift. Breathe. Strike. Lift.

Juno grabbed him by the shoulders and spun him around. Peter’s eyes were completely empty, like the work here had sucked every last ounce of life out of him. Flashes of memory sped by in Juno’s mind. 

Peter laughing. Peter working out logic problems with Buddy. Peter telling stories with Rita. Peter fixing up the bar with Jet. Peter looking at him in wonder. Peter being alive.

He wasn’t alive now. The poorly sutured gash in his neck was evidence enough of that.

Juno was nearly crying now, scared and desperate, the world going blurry through the tears stuck in his lashes. The rattlesnake hidden in his stomach was letting out another steady hiss, it’s teeth bared in warning once more.

“Peter, please, you gotta remember me,” Juno whispered, pulling Peter’s head down to his. “I’m here to take you home.”

And then something strangely extraordinary happened.

Peter blinked. And it was like a miracle.

The hollowness cleared from his eyes in an instant. He squinted slightly through the dim light and broken glasses, and then recognition sparked in his eyes, and a grin more blinding than the sun snuck onto his face, chasing away the despair and melancholy. He looked at Juno, wonder and surprise and love in his eyes, and mouthed a single word.

Juno!

And then they were in each other's arms, holding each other like it was the only thing in the world that existed. Juno realized he was fully crying now, and Peter was crying too. His fist was clenched in Peter’s shirt that smelled like coal dust and sweat and fear but he didn’t care. He didn’t care. All that mattered was that they were here now, and they were holding each other, and he felt whole again. And it was like the world released a breath it barely knew it was holding back.

They stayed like that for a long time, crying and hugging and gently rocking back and forth, until both of them could breathe normally, like the sheer fact of the other’s presence could fix every problem they had ever known.

Juno pulled away from the hug first and kissed Peter hard. “You absolute DUMBASS. What the hell were you thinking, Nureyev? Getting yourself tangled up in the underworld?”

Peter made a slightly sour face and began signing something at Juno, too fast for him to understand.

“Wait, wait, wait. Slow down a minute. It’s been a while since I had to interpret sign, babe. You’re gonna have to sign slower than that.”

Peter sighed dramatically and rolled his eyes, but planted a sweet kiss on Juno’s cheek before signing again, slower this time.

"How the hell did you get down here?"

“Jet led me. Apparently he used to work for Hadestown as a psychopomp or something. He wouldn’t go into it too much, though.”

"No, no, no," Peter said, snapping his fingers closed in slight frustration. "How did you get past the wall? No one gets in unless they come by train."

“Ah. Well, that’s interesting. There’s a backroad that I went down. And then when I got to the wall… I just. I sang. I asked it to let me in, said I needed to find you, and the stones just moved aside. I don’t know how.”

There was a pause. Peter was chewing on his lip now, looking at Juno with some emotion akin to reproach on his face. “What’s the matter, babe?”

"I called your name before I… left. And you never came for me."

Juno sucked in a pained breath through his teeth and looked at the rough-hewn ground. “You…. you did. I know.” 

Peter’s expression was rapidly approaching one that looked like it might burst into tears. "You knew? You heard me?"

“No, I didn’t know. Rita saw all of it. She…. she told me the story.” Juno sighed deeply, ran his hands over his face, and squatted down to the ground. “I’m so sorry, Nureyev. All of this is my fault. I should have been paying more attention to you, because you told me that you were hungry and I thought it would be fine, I just didn’t listen, and if I had listened, you wouldn’t be in this mess-”

Juno broke off as he felt Peter’s fingers under his chin, forcing him to look up. 

"Listen to me. This is not your fault," he said gently before giving Juno another kiss. His face had such a soft expression on it, soft like a magnolia petal in early spring with the kind of tenderness and care that only a very deep-rooted love can produce. 

Juno looked at that softness growing through the cracks of Nureyev’s walls and found himself falling in love with him all over again.

“It’s okay, though. I can fix this. I came to bring you home again. I can just sing the song again and the stones will let us back out- what’s the matter?”

Peter had begun shaking his head slowly. "Won’t work," he said, jaw clenched tight and face painted with varying shades of regret.

“What do you mean, it won’t work? It’ll work, I promise, Peter, I can get us out of-”

“You’re not from around here, are you?” 

A booming voice echoed across the wall in response, and Juno watched Nureyev go completely still, eyes wide and face stark white with fear and panic. Juno wasn’t sure who the man in the neat suit walking towards them was, but Peter’s reaction to his voice was enough to set Juno on edge in his defense.

He stood, back straight and eyes narrowed with as much confidence and menace as he could manage. “And who the hell are you?”

The man grinned, and something about his smile made Juno want to punch him. “An old friend of Petya’s. And the man who owns this city. You can call me Slip. You’d best be going, though. This city doesn’t take kindly to strays.”

Juno didn’t move a muscle. The man stared at him, eyes cold and clean and razor sharp.

“I said, you need to leave this city. Now.” 

“I’m not leaving without him.”

Nureyev stood then and turned to face the man, Slip, with a tension Juno had never seen in him before, and began shooting angry words in his direction. His hands were moving too fast for Juno to catch anything more than a few words: “alone,” “deal,” “my voice,” “take,” and “let him go”. Slip’s grin only widened.

“He hasn’t told you, has he?” he asked, leaning slightly to see Juno’s face.

Juno looked at Peter, a sick feeling beginning to snake back into his gut. “Tell me what, Peter?”

Peter looked at him painfully before staring wide-eyed at the ground and chewing on his lip.

The rattlesnake buzzed out a tremor of fear. “Peter, what did you do?”

“I told you I own this city, and that includes the people in it. My darling Petya here signed a contract for a job, and now he belongs to me. I was initially going to keep him from having to work out here, but since he decided he would rather keep company with my workers than me, I decided to let him do some of the work himself,” Slip shrugged, walking forward and resting a hand on Peter’s shoulder.

It was like the world was collapsing in on itself.

“It isn’t true,” Juno breathed, eyes widening. “It can’t be true. Tell me it isn’t true.”

Peter wouldn’t meet his eyes. He simply nodded and said nothing else.

The rattlesnake’s hiss crescendoed. Juno felt like he might throw up.

“Executives? Would you mind showing this young man here what we do with trespassers?” Slip called.

Suddenly, two large, identical men dressed in brown coats appeared behind Juno. Before he could say a word or move in defense, there was movement, a sharp pain radiating through his skull, and then Juno Steel knew no more.

[verygirlygirl]

Spin the bottle

Summary: Robin plans a party at your house and invites a guy that you hate more than life itself. Vance hopper

"Dude really my house?" You asked Robin in a confused tone "why not yours hm?" He didn't even bother looking at you "my house is messy it's not fit for people to come over at the moment". You groaned at his answer but soon tried to see the good in things, "well there's nothing I can do about it now atleast I can spend time with some fun people".

Robin hummed at this "that's the spirit y/n" the gently slapped your shoulder and started to take his own route home. "It starts at 10 be ready for that oh and have some snacks since you're the host", you didn't say anything you just gave him the middle finger and made your way home too.

"Shit there's really nothing to wear..fuck" anxiety crept upon you slowly but surely it was only 8:30 and you were already freaking out about an outfit. "Ok ok calm down y/n it'll only be like four people", you attempted to calm your nerves by listing off the people that would be coming "finney, Bruce, Robin and uhhh vance!" You could feel the weight lift off of your shoulders

There wouldn't be too many people and.. Vance you felt anxious again god you hated that guy and his handsome face. Sure he was good-looking but shit was he an ass "ughhh vancee" you threw yourself in your bed face first onto your pillow and groaned, "just my fucking luck".

You looked at the clock and it was already 9:00 so you decided to just grab a plain sweatshirt and jeans with socks. "It's my house anyway I don't need to dress up", you cleaned your room up a bit and made your way to the shower.

About 20 minutes later you were out. You threw on your clothes and went downstairs to get some of the chips and drink that you got plus a good bowl of popcorn, you set everything up and just waited until everyone got there. In the correct order it was Bruce, finney, Robin and the one you dreaded was vance.

He came about 10 minutes late but that's nothing you couldn't handle it wasn't too bad. When he came into your room he made a comment about how it was too girly and as much as you wanted to say something back you stayed silent, not wanting to ruin the fun for everyone else.

He sat away from you and conversed with everyone but you. Though it pissed you off that he acted as though you didn't exist in your own home you were happy that he wasn't tormenting you, but then you started glancing over at him why was he so beautiful?

His pretty golden curls and those eyes that you could get lost in his lips and eyebrows were his best features in your opinion. Although they'd be prettier is his eyebrows didn't furrow in annoyance whenever you talked, his lips would be so much prettier of they stayed shut and didn't yell profanities at innocent kids.

After about 30 minutes we were all looking for things to do until your good friend Robin came up with the wonderful idea to suggest spin the bottle. You and vance didn't really object so it was taken as a yes by everyone, "alright everyone sit in a circle" bruce demanded everyone did as he said and he grabbed the bottle from Robin.

Please don't land on me please don't land on me you chanted that inside of your head repeatedly. And it kind of worked it landed on you and finney, finney was a good friend of yours too so he got a sweet peck on the cheek you smiled at him and he smiled back sheepishly he was always so cute.

Although there was a problem you could see vance stealing jealous glances at you. You could see he was angry but you couldn't figure out why you were pretty sure he hated your guts and would love to rip them out of your body with his bare hands (too graphic?), you decided not to take it too seriously maybe he was just fantasizing about killing you or something.

You decided you wanted to spin the bottle this time feeling quite confident that it wouldn't land on this specific guy in the room. But just as quick as your high came it went the bottle had landed on vance, "no" he said simply "yea I'm not kissing this douche" you agreed with him for the first time.

You were not about to kiss this guy everyone groaned "come one it's apart of the game you guys have to" finney said. "Yea if not then you have to go into the closet" Robin backed finney up, "those are the rules?" I asked giving Robin a skeptical look "they are now". He shrugged and with that Bruce and Robin decided to push both me and vance into my cloest while finney stayed seated and waved us a good bye.

After a 5 minutes of making vance stay inside of the closet the locked it and told us that until we kissed we couldn't get out. All the while vance made threats to kill Robin "when I get out of here you're dead dickweed" vance said every syllable coated with venom, and with that he sat down across from me avoiding eye contact and not even attempting to speak to me.

If I'm being honest I'm quite thankful that he wouldn't talk to me cause I didn't wanna talk to him either. "Your room sucks" he said out of the blue "excuse me?" I asked obviously offended, "you heard me six head" Ok that was just unnecessary "you're such a fucking Cock sucker hopper" and with that the bickering started.

"The fuck did you just say to me?" He grabbed my swear and brought me close to him "fuck you" I said I don't know why but I said it and it felt good. "Oh yea? Fuck me?" He placed me on my back and got on top of me "g-get off of me asshole" he bent down until your noses were almost touching.

"I should just beat you into a fuckin pulp you little bitch" he whispered to me it was obviously a fucking threat but it sounded so good coming from him. "You wouldn't youre too pussy" you whispered back at this point the words just flooding out of your mouth, you could see a predatory look in his eyes he banged your back against your closet floor it was enough to hurt but not enough to make you cry or want this moment to end.

He leaned even closer your lips only a few spaces away from touching you wanted so badly to kiss him to touch him. But sadly you didn't get the chance to cause he whispered so swear words and got off of you, he knocked on the closet door and robin came to it "did you guys kiss?" He asked "yup now let me out I have uh curfew". Robin hummed but let him out he walked out of room rather quickly and everyone saw you on the floor looking disheveled and surprised.

"Wow y/n are you ok?" Finney pushed past Robin to help you up "Uh yea I'm f-fine I just need to lay down. "I'm surprised they didn't fuck by the way she's looking" Robin whispered to Bruce but got met with a shove to the shoulder "shut up dude".

You needed to catch your breath and think about what the fuck just happened "the parties over..everyone go home".

[eiflawriting]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐨

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐡

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 - 𝘯𝘢𝘰𝘺𝘢 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯–𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥, 𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵.

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀! 𝘶𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺, 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘦𝘹.

𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

𝑫𝑰𝑵𝑵𝑬𝑹 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝒁𝑬𝑵'𝑰𝑵𝑺 𝑫𝑰𝑫 𝑵𝑶𝑻 𝑮𝑶 𝑨𝑺 𝑷𝑳𝑨𝑵𝑵𝑬𝑫. You were under the impression that you would be meeting with a kind, loving, and prestigious man, and he's the complete opposite. On top of that, his family is insane. Did your parents do any type of research when pairing you with Naoya? Or were they thinking about you financially in the long run? Either way, no amount of money is worth your sanity. They all hate each other. Why would you want to marry into a family like that? 

Naoya is a very attractive man. Had he not opened his mouth, maybe you would consider giving this a chance. However, even how he was speaking to his father and uncle made your skin crawl. Perhaps his behavior was warranted. To your understanding, they initiated the cattiness with him. Had your parents spoken to you in such a manner, you probably would've reacted the same after shedding a few tears. It makes you wonder what happened to this family that made them despise each other this way? What your gut was telling you proved to be correct. The Zen'ins' were very broken. 

After leaving the dinner table, you made your way outside to figure out how you were going to leave. Times like this made you wish you rode separately in your own car. Maybe text your best friend to come to pick you up? No. Knowing him, he's probably having sex with some random he met at the club. You were annoyed and pissed. If it takes you walking to the gate and calling an Uber, so be it. But just when you were about to foot it to the front, you felt a tug on your arm. 

“What’s the rush, doll face? Leaving so soon?”  

You rolled your eyes. “What do you want?” 

“Is it wrong for me to check on my soon-to-be wife?” Naoya snickered. 

“More like, not-to-be wife. The arrangement is not happening.” 

“Says who?” 

“Says me. Who else?” 

“Did my family and I already scare you away?” 

"Look. No one is scared of you or your weird ass family. I just like my energy to be protected, and I don't need that type of shit around me. Got it?" 

He steps closer to you. “My, my. You certainly are different from the rest.” 

You raised your brow. “Different how? What are you talking about?” 

"This isn't the first time I've had an arranged marriage. All the others have failed miserably. My family is trying their absolute hardest to find me a competent woman to bear my children. They feel as if I'm last their last hope to keep the family name strong and running." 

"You want kids just to make your family proud? That's not a good enough reason to have children, nor is it okay. Children are not robots, nor are they not objects to "keep the family running." They're individuals and have feelings just like you and I," you explained. "And last time I checked, you said you don't care about what your family thinks. So, tell me why you're agreeing to this again?" 

Silence. All Naoya could do was purse his lips as his jaw clenched. “...” 

“Yeah. That’s what I thought. Now, if you would excuse m-” 

"Wait—Y/N," he flustered while tugging your arm. 

“You know you could get my attention without grabbing me, right?” 

“My apologies.” 

“So?” 

“How are you getting home?” 

“I’ll find a way.” 

“I can take you, or perhaps I’ll have my driver escort you?” 

You hummed. “Your driver will be fine.” 

“Excellent. Allow me a moment to give him a call.”  

While Naoya was on the phone with his driver, you wondered why is he being so nice to you? It's not like he was being rude before. It's just he acted as if he didn't have any etiquette. As you were telling him off earlier, the look in his eyes seemed as if he agreed with everything you were saying. Maybe his snooty attitude was just a cry for help? Sometimes, a child's mental health can start with their parents, so it might be the case for Naoya.   

“The driver will be here shortly.” 

“Thanks—you know you didn’t have to do that. I would’ve been okay.” 

"Well, it's the least I can do. My family and I didn't provide you the best hospitality, now did we?" 

“You’re definitely right about that.” 

“Though, I would rather be the one to take you home.” 

“Why? So you can take me to some hotel and fuck me?” 

He gave you a coy smirk. “I don’t think that’s a bad idea. Deny it all you want, pretty. The looks we were exchanging at the dinner table were similar. You want me just as much as I want you, no?” 

Your eyes danced across his face. You were close enough to study his features under the moonlight. His lips were this perfect shade of pink. Nice and plump, you note. If you didn't know any better, he took proper care of his skin. Pale but silky. His aroma. His fucking aroma. He smelled so sensual. The cologne he had on was woody with hints of saffron and thyme. The way he grabbed you with those soft yet firm hands... Maybe he could be a good fuck after all? 

“Hm. Cocky, are we?” you sassed while gazing at his lips. 

“Ha, you are truly something, Y/N. I believe we should give this arranged marriage a chance.” 

“Ugh, you’re still on that?” You turned around to see the driver arriving. You began walking towards the car, and Naoya followed behind to open the door for you. He aided you, ensuring you were nice and comfortable in the backseat. 

"Allow me to take you to dinner. No families. Just you and I." 

You squinted your eyes. “What are you up to, blondie?” 

“Haha, is it wrong for me to want to get to know my soon-to-be wife? Agree to this dinner, and if it goes wrong, we can go our separate ways. If otherwise, hm. ’Til death do us part?” 

“... Just one date. You have one chance, and you better not fuck it up, either. Now, leave me alone. I’m tired and ready to go to bed.” 

“Perfect,” he smirked. “Tanaka, ensure the lovely lady gets home safely... As for you, I'll see you this weekend, doll.” 

“Goodnight, blondie. Thanks for the ride,” you said, waving as the driver pulled off. 

"I suppose I have no chance but to get used to this "blondie." Tch, that woman. She's lucky she's sexy," he uttered to himself. Just as Naoya was about to walk back inside, a thought crossed his mind. "Shit. I didn't get her contact information. Hm, her parents are still here. I'll obtain it from them." 

𝑰𝑻 𝑾𝑨𝑺 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑭𝑶𝑳𝑳𝑶𝑾𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑴𝑶𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑨𝑭𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑫𝑰𝑵𝑵𝑬𝑹 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝒁𝑬𝑵'𝑰𝑵. You were exhausted and didn't want to get up. However, the sound of your alarm wasn't making it any easier. Thank goodness you didn't do any heavy drinking because you would've indeed called in late. It was seven, and you were set to leave for work at eight forty-five, needing to be there at nine.   

Rather than going home to hear your parents nag at you, you had Naoya's driver take you to your best friend's condo to spend the night. Nights like those were quite common. Especially when the two of you went out together. Thus, he gave you a spare key to his place, and as expected, the moans were pretty clear that he had a woman (or two) in his room. Luckily, he keeps one of his extra rooms for you to sleep in and keep your belongings. You had some work clothes, so you got up and began preparing. 

After taking a shower and putting on your clothes, you went to the kitchen to make a quick breakfast, ensuring it was enough for the two of you. For yourself, you just made breakfast tacos. As for your best friend, you made him the sweetest cinnamon roll french toast. He likes to start his days as energetic as possible, so he always eats sugar first thing in the morning. Isn't that why you eat protein bars? 

Nevertheless, you haven't questioned his eating tendencies since college. If that's what works for him, then, hey. Who were you to judge? 

Speaking of your best friend. 

“Y/N, you’re here! Good morning. I didn’t even hear you come in last night.” 

"Yeah, because you were too busy having fun, Satoru," you teased. As you said those words, two brunette women walked out of the room, heading toward the kitchen.   

“Oh wow, Gojo. You had your maid make us breakfast? How sweet.” 

You raised your brows. “Maid? Who the fuck? Sato-” 

"Yeah, both of you ladies. Get out. Now. You must be insane to think you would disrespect my best friend, let alone touch my food. Leave," he muttered. Nearly pushing them out the door made you smile that he would always defend you no matter what. Before escorting them out, he shouts one final thing and slams the door. "Don't call me, either. The sex wasn't good!" 

“Haha, harsh.” 

"They should have known better. Anyone I bring home, I tell them not to speak if they see you. That was their own fault," he remarked. "Anyways. Thanks for breakfast, [Y/N]. How was the dinner last night? Is the guy nice?" 

“Do you know a Naoya Zen’in?” 

"What?! It's already bad enough that your parents are arranging a marriage, but with him?! Of all people?!" 

“I’m guessing that’s a yes.” 

“Please tell me you’re not marrying him, Y/N.” 

"As of now, no. But—I did agree to go on a date with him this weekend. I see why you're reacting that way because his family is off the shits." 

“So, why are you going out with him?” 

“...” 

“You want to fuck him, don’t you?” 

You snorted. “That never came out of my mouth. I actually want to make my family proud for once.” 

“Y/N. If you just needed a good fuck for the night, you know you could’ve called me-” 

“’Toru. Save it. You’re my best friend, so you should know that’s never going to happen.” 

“Well, yeah. Still, I think I’m a much better choice than Naoya fucking Zen’in. I’m rich, I treat you well, and I look good. What more could your family want from you?” 

“My family loves you, but I think they know you’re my partner-in-crime. They want me to chill out. Not turn up even more,” you uttered.” 

“Hm, I guess you have a point,” he said while stuffing his face. “Hey, these are so good! How’d you make these?” 

“I’m sure if I told you, you wouldn’t remember. Or even worse. Burn the place down.” 

"I think you should just come and live with me. You have a key to my place, and most of your things are here. So what's stopping you?" 

“Although the proposition sounds nice, I think I’ll pass hearing you bring randoms to have sex with. I like to sleep in peace.” 

“They wouldn’t have to be randoms if you just give us a-” 

“’Toru,” you firmed. 

“Fine.” 

You looked at your phone, seeing it was time to head out. "Alright, I have to go to work now. Are we still on for lunch today?" 

“You know it. I’ll come pick you up.” 

Before leaving, you gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. "Ah, thank you. You're the best. I'll see you!" 

“See you!” 

𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑲 𝑾𝑨𝑺 𝑮𝑶𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑩𝒀 𝑺𝑳𝑶𝑾𝑳𝒀, 𝑩𝑼𝑻 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑾𝑬𝑹𝑬 𝑮𝑳𝑨𝑫 𝑰𝑻 𝑾𝑨𝑺 𝑶𝑵𝑬 𝑶𝑭 𝑻𝑯𝑶𝑺𝑬 𝑫𝑨𝒀𝑺. Your job as a receptionist wasn't much. Set appointments. Transfer calls. Answer basic questions. For the little that you did, you got paid pretty well. Maybe it had something to do with the CEO of the law firm being quite fond of you, or maybe because of your college degree. Perhaps both? It didn't matter. It was the first job offer you received once you graduated. Even on busy days, you didn't complain. Being a receptionist wasn't bad, and you were glad to still be here after two years. Though, it made you question at times. 

Why weren't you a therapist? Simple. It's not easy. And knowing you, you want to ensure you did it correctly. The goal was to eventually open up an independent office and provide services for individuals with mental health issues free of charge. You never thought it was okay to have people with needs pay to receive help. That was something part of life that you did not understand, especially in this day in age. Not everyone is fortunate enough to have the funds to pay for their costs. You didn't care about the money. You love helping others, and you don't need to be rewarded financially for it.   

Another reason for it—funds. Since you were planning on opening an independent office, you needed to have enough money. Hence, you were twenty-six, still living at home with your parents. If you wanted to, you could've moved out already. Your parents didn't ask you for bill money which helped your savings tremendously. Yeah, you could do virtual sessions for the time being, but you also wanted your patients to have the option to have face-to-face meetings. So, for the time being, you'll continue working as a receptionist, save money, and prepare for your exam to be licensed this upcoming winter. 

It was about thirty minutes until Satoru would come to pick you up for your lunch date. Before leaving your desk, you always ensured to fit in as many notes and scheduled appointments. For some reason, calls would be nonstop once you went on your hour break (your paid hour, by the way. Something you were able to finesse from your boss). 

As you were finishing up, you received a text message from an unknown number. However, from the way they addressed you, you knew who it was: 

Unknown: “Hey, doll. It’s me. You forgot to give me your contact, but I didn’t mind working hard to obtain it 😉” 

“Working hard?” All he did was ask your parents. Not as if he had to put up a fight for it. Rolling your eyes at his egoistical personality, you decided to be petty. 

You: “Who is this? Is this the guy I fucked the other night? I thought we said one night only.” 

Unknown: “Haha. Comical, doll. You know it’s Naoya.” 

You: “Ahhh, blondie. Hey. What’s up?” 

Unknown: “I figured I get in contact with you to iron out the details for our dinner this weekend. How about we say, Friday at seven?” 

You: “Friday at seven, hmmm. Lemme check my schedule. See if I can pencil you in.” 

Unknown: “I’ll wait.” 

You: “Friday at seven is fine, lol.” 

Unknown: “Excellent. Your parents were kind enough to give me your location, so I’ll be sure to pick you up. See you then, doll 😈. Be sure to save my contact. We don’t need another mishap.” 

Oh, gosh. Can he be any more full of himself? 

As requested, you were sure to save Naoya's number under "blondie." Hopefully, the date goes well. If it does, maybe you just might fuck him to get the sexual tensions out the way. You didn't want to admit to Satoru nor give Naoya the satisfaction of knowing you wanted him just as much as he wanted you. You can't lie. He's turned you on in a way. Intoxicating at that. The sensuality in his voice made chills permeate your core. You wouldn't mind being praised (or degraded) by him. His slender fingers would fit perfectly in your aching pussy. It's been a while since you last had sex, and you knew Naoya would be the perfect fuck. 

What didn't help was your wet dream about him last night. He slammed into your walls. Cooing in your ear, saying how well you're taking him. You were whimpering, telling him he's "too big." You have never seen his dick before, but something told you it was the perfect size for you. Fuck, you wanted him to stretch you so badly. You wanted him to coach you through an orgasm, leaving wet kisses along your neck. And to reward him, you would be on your knees, sucking the skin off his di- 

“Miss Y/N!” he volumed, breaking you from your thoughts. 

"Huh? Oh, sir. Sorry about that. It's nice seeing you, Nanami. Is there something I can help you with?" 

“So you didn’t hear anything I asked?” 

“No, I—I’m sorry, sir. Can you repeat that?” 

He clicked his tongue. "How many appointments do we have scheduled for the week?" 

Why is he asking me this? Doesn’t he have a secretary? I swear, he just wants to find a reason to talk to me. Whatever. 

"It looks like we have thirty-five. Eighteen of them are for you." 

"I see. That's a relief. Definitely a break from last week's rush." 

“Haha, yeah. For sure. The calls were crazy last week. I thought I wasn’t going to make it.” 

He shook his head. "It was much. However, I knew you would pull through. You are one of my best associates." 

“I’m just a receptionist. I don’t do much.” 

"Don't try to humble yourself, Miss Y/N. You're a fantastic worker. When my secretary was on maternity leave, you did an excellent job filling in for her. I wished you would've stayed in the position." 

Your cheeks flushed heat at his sudden compliment. “T-Thank you, sir.” 

"You know when we're alone, you can call me Kento." 

“I couldn’t be so informal with you, sir. You are my boss.” 

He leaned in closer to the desk. "We can be more. You know, my invitation is still on the table." 

Your boss was none other than Nanami Kento. One of the best lawyers in the country. He was prominent, from winning cases for celebrity clients to being an eligible bachelor in the streets of Tokyo. You're not surprised. He's rich, handsome, and an utter gentleman. Yet somehow, he was single. Like the curious receptionist you are, you would pry into his love life. His response? "I'm just enjoying life until I find the perfect woman for me." According to him, that woman was you. 

Since he hired you, he had this soft spot for you. Nanami hadn't informed you until five months ago, but you felt how he looked at you, and even the other associates saw it. He wanted you. More than anyone else. In the break room, you would catch him staring at your ass. When he greets you in the morning, he is sure to make small conversation with you. He gives you a raise every six months just because. Also, just recently, giving you paid hour lunches. However, the invitation he speaks of? Taking care of you. 

He thought you were too pretty to be working. Time after time, Nanami would give you the option to quit working, promising to take care of you. He had no one to spend his money on, and he wanted to on a beautiful woman such as yourself. After that first time you accidentally (it wasn't an accident) had sex with him in his office, he couldn't get enough. But like the professional he was, he didn't pester you for more. Though occasionally, similar to times like this, he would flirt. It wasn't so bad to return the energy if he was attractive with money? Might as well. 

You smiled. “You’re quite adamant, sir.” 

"What can I say? My persistence runs high when I see what I want. You are a lovely woman, Miss Y/N." 

“Not afraid of someone catching you talking to me this way?” 

“This is my law firm. I believe I can abuse my power once in a while. If that means getting closer to you, then why not?” 

“Hm, charming. Well, if you must know, I’m arr-” 

“Nanamin! For once, keep your hands off, Y/N.” 

He deeply sighed. “Gojo, of course. I should have known you would be arriving soon.” 

“Yeah, and I catch you here every time. Don’t you have cases to solve?” 

“My cases are perfectly fine,” he retorted. 

“Hi, ‘Toru! You’re here early.” 

"My meeting ended sooner than expected. So figure I'm come get you now. Are you ready?" 

"I am. I'm so fucking hungry. Those breakfast tacos didn't do anything to me. I hope you're taking me somewhere good." 

“When do I not?” 

"Well, last time you took me to a hole in the wall, it wasn't the good kind either." 

"Hey, that wasn't my fault! Choso gave me that suggestion," he argued. 

"I'll be sure to question his food taste the next time I see him. Now, come on," you said while walking around your desk. "Bye, Nanami. I'll see you later." 

“Of course. Actually, go ahead and take the rest of the day off. It’s slow.” 

“I-” 

“Don’t worry. You will be compensated.” 

You gave him a relieved smile. "Thank you, sir. I'll see you in the morning, then. Email me if you need anything." 

“Enjoy, Miss Y/N.” 

“What about me, Nanamin?” 

“I don’t care.” 

𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 | 𝗻𝗲𝘅𝘁 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿

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DIABOLIK LOVERS LOST EDEN Vol.1 Sakamaki Saga [TRACK 2]

Original title: Malefics, 落ちる場所

Source: Diabolik Lovers LOST EDEN Vol.1: Sakamaki-hen

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Toriumi Kousuke, Katsuyuki Konishi, Midorikawa Hikaru, Kaji Yuki, Hirakawa Daisuke & Takashi Kondou

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TRACK 2: MALEFICS, FALLING DOWN (3:00 - 12:50 )

*Twinkle twinkle* 

Reiji: …Hm? Oh dear. A shooting star. How unusual this early in the morning. I believe this might be my first time witnessing one here. I wonder when was the last time I saw a shooting star at all? 

( I believe it might have been back when I was just an innocent, ignorant child. Ever since that time I saw one fall to the edge of the Demon World. Even though it should have been nothing significant, it remains deeply rooted in my memory for some reason. )

…I feel restless. What could this mean? There’s this uneasy feeling in my chest, like waves of anxiety washing over me. 

*Rustle rustle* 

Ayato enters the room. 

Ayato: Yo, Reiji. You’re still up? 

Reiji: That’s what I would like to know. It is rather uncommon for you to still be awake at this hour.

Ayato: Tsk…I couldn’t fall asleep for some reason…Like I just feel really on edge for some unknown reason…There’s no lunar eclipse goin’ on or anythin’, right? 

Reiji: It should still be many more years ahead before the next one. Would you like a cup of tea, perhaps? 

Ayato plops down on the sofa.

Ayato: Nah. 

Reiji: Well then, I hope you don’t mind if I pour myself a cup.

Reiji goes to set himself tea as Kanato enters the room. 

Kanato: Nn…If you’re setting tea, I’d like some as well. 

Reiji: Hm? Kanato…Are you having trouble sleeping as well? 

Kanato: Yes…I’m exhausted, but it feels as if my body just won’t let me rest for some reason…It feels odd. 

Reiji: Oh dear. I did not take you for such a sensitive individual. 

Kanato: You say that, but you can’t sleep either, can you? 

Reiji: Well, I suppose you are right. …Seems like Ayato is having the same issue. 

Kanato: Ayato too? 

Ayato: Che…It pisses me off knowin’ I’m bein’ grouped together with you bastards. 

Laito enters the room. 

Laito: Pwaaah…Nn…

*Rustle* 

Laito: …Hm? Oh? Reiji, Ayato-kun and…Kanato-kun? What has all three of you gathered here this early in the morning? 

Ayato: Laito. You too? 

Laito: Hm? ‘Too’? I just so happened to wake up though. 

Reiji: At this rate, I wouldn’t be surprised if the remaining two wake up and join us as well. 

Laito: …What are you talking about? I’m not following. 

Kanato: For some reason, we all ended up here together because we can’t sleep.

Laito: Eeh? What do you mean? That could easily be a pure coincidence, no? We all follow a similar sleep schedule after all.

Reiji: However, it is early morning right now. Usually, we would all be sound asleep. And you rarely ever get up before I come to wake you, correct?

Laito: Hmー Well, I guess you have a point. This might be a our ‘first time’~

Ayato: Disgustin’...

Kanato: Reiji…Please set some tea first. I’m thirsty. 

Reiji: Pfft. Yes, yes. I know. 

Reiji goes away to set tea. 

*TIMESKIP*

*Cling cling* 

Reiji: Oh dear, oh dear. I suppose my prediction was spot on after all. 

Subaru: Ah?

Shuu: Haah…

*Thud* 

Reiji: Looks like we’ve got everyone gathered here today. 

Shuu: This has to be the first time I can’t fall asleep to Rachmaninov. 

Subaru: Che…I just woke up for some reason. 

*Thud* 

Reiji: Please refrain from taking out your frustrations on your surroundings. You better believe you will have to pay for anything you break. 

*Rustle* 

Ayato: Anyway, where is she? Chichinashi, I mean. 

Laito: If she isn’t here, then she’s probably snoozing in her room, no? 

Shuu: She sure has some guts while we’re here having a hard time because we can’t sleep…But well, I guess she isn’t back in tip-top shape again after sustaining such severe injuries. 

Ayato: …!!

Kanato: …She doesn’t show any reaction to it. Which means that whatever is taking place only affects us Vampires. 

Reiji: That might be the case. Ever since Father disappeared, the Demon World has been thrown in disarray. Anything could happen right now. 

Ayato: …

Laito: A certain someone who inherited his powers fled to this world after all~ 

Ayato: Haah!? Excuse me!?

Reiji: Laito. Please do not test his patience. 

Laito: Nfu~ Sorry~ 

Ayato: Che…!

Reiji: Anyway, it is possible that someone malicious has entered this realm from the Demon World, causing our reaction. 

Subaru: And who would that be then? 

Reiji: It could be either a blood relative or someone who’s after Father’s powers. 

Shuu: I got a message from my Familiars that there’s a bunch of pesky Demons who have got their eyes on those powers because they were inherited by Mr. Irresponsible over there. 

Subaru: Those fuckers…I can’t believe I’m havin’ my precious sleep ruined ‘cause of them. 

*Rustle* 

Subaru: I’ll go make quick work of them!

Kanato: We’ll be counting on you to do that if necessary, so please. 

Ayato suddenly gets up from his seat. 

Reiji: Ayato? What’s the matter? 

Ayato: I’m goin’ back to bed, duh. 

He leaves the room. 

Shuu: Hmー …I guess he’s got plenty of things to feel conflicted about after all. And here I thought he was just some brainless idiot. 

Subaru: Hah? What are you saying all of a sudden? 

Reiji: Ayato was behaving out of the ordinary, don’t you agree? 

Subaru: That’s nothin’ new, is it? 

Laito: Oh geez, Subaru-kun~ This is exactly why you get called a kid. There, there~ 

Laito pats his head. 

*Rustle* 

Subaru: Don’t touch me! Who are you callin’ a kid!? 

Laito: Fufu~ 

Kanato: I wonder…just how long Ayato intends to stay here. 

Shuu: Who knows. 

Kanato: By inheriting Father’s powers…Ayato became the Vampire King, right? 

Reiji: Well, I suppose that’s how it works. 

Kanato: Then he has to be over in the Demon World, no? 

Shuu: Obviously. Yet, he has chosen to remain here instead. There’s nothing we can do about it. 

Laito: Ayato-kun might never go back there. After he lost control of his powers and badly wounded Bitch-chan in the process~

Reiji: Power is a double-edged sword. He must learn to overcome that. He is the one who inherited Father’s powers over any of us after all. 

Laito: You really love talking logic and lip service, don’t you? 

Reiji: Would you please stop pestering me simply because you’re frustrated over not being able to sleep? 

Laito: I’m not? …Still, I doubt Ayato will do any of that. I just can’t imagine he’d overcome those issues, let alone try and make those powers something of his own. 

Shuu: Well, you do make a point. 

Subaru: So what are we gonna do now?

Shuu: We’ll just let things proceed as normal. Who cares about what happens around us. It’s no concern to us, is it? 

Laito: Exactly. It’s over. Everything. …The sovereignty over the Demon World might just be stolen away by someone and because of Ayato, Vampires will lose their place there. 

Reiji: Well, judging by his reactions earlier, I do believe that he is worried about it. I suppose we have no other choice but to place our bets on him. 

Laito: I personally wouldn’t mind whether us Vampires fall into ruin or not. 

Shuu: Come on, we all know you want him to annihilate the Vampire race, so don’t spout that kind of nonsense now. 

Laito: Nfu~ Oh geez…Why would I want that? 

Shuu: I wonder. 

Kanato: Either way, I don’t want to get involved in this mess. 

Reiji: Which means we have to leave it up to Ayato after all. It would be correct to state that the fate of this family is currently in his hands. He was gifted with almighty powers, yearned after by everyone. That is a reality we cannot deny.

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

[untaemedqueen]

The Deal

Drug Lord!Yoongi x Coffee Shop Owner!Reader

Genre: Strangers to Lovers!AU, Angst, Fluff, Smut

Chapter 30.

Series Warnings (Will Be Updated): Mentions of Drugs and Drug Deals, Blood, Smut, Emotional Damage, Love, Gunshot Wounds

Warnings For This Chapter: Deep Talks, Unprotected Sex, Pregnant Sex, Sir Kink, Begging, Praise, Creampie

It didn't take long to get back to the forest and the whole time Yoongi clung to you like a sloth.

It's almost as if the four months your boyfriend was gone had completely disappeared in the blink of an eye. The way he holds you in sheer silence with his hand pressed snuggly to your stomach makes you almost want to crawl into a hole and die.

You thought you would have so many things to say and so many questions for him but the silence ended up being more comfortable than you could imagine.

No one spoke, really. It was like a gigantic invisible force field was wrapped around the drug lord and nothing could get to him.

Without a word, he scooped you up from the backseat of the trunk once you were both safely home. Now with the both of you sitting at the end of your large bed, he finally speaks.

"I love you."

Your heart wants to shatter and dissipate at the simplicity of his words.

"I love you too," you breathe.

Yoongi pulls you closer, burying his face into your neck with a sigh.

With the silence of the house creeping around you, it feels comfortable.

You feel comfortable for the first time in forever.

"I'm so sorry, baby doll," your boyfriend whispers.

"It's not your fault," you reply.

And you mean that wholeheartedly. It was unfair and unjust what happened to the father of your little girl, he isn't to be blamed at all.

"Taehyung told me some things… about our girl."

You find yourself ashamed, if you're being honest. You haven't wanted to pay attention to your growing bump. It hasn't been an easy road and every hardship along the way has made you resent this unborn baby who's done nothing wrong.

You don't even have the confidence to meet his gaze. You just stare straight ahead, hoping that the conversation would just disappear.

You've gotten so good over the past few months at masking anything and everything you can when you're conflicted. You've had no one to lean on like Yoongi, not even your younger brother who you love so dearly could help ease your pain so you hid it away in a tiny little metal box within your heart.

So you do so now, like all the other times.

"Like what?" you mumble, folding your arms.

Yoongi sits up then, grabbing your wrists gently and prying your locked limbs away from your body. It doesn't take him an ounce of his strength and yet, you still struggle.

"Come on, baby," Yoongi begs, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into the comfort of his hug.

You don't answer him and he takes it upon himself to correct the situation.

"While I was away you turned into me before I got with you. And I get it, believe me I do. It's hard to be angry at the world and keep everything on your shoulders. And you can be angry at me and angry at every-fucking-body because what happened was unfair… but it's not good for the baby."

His words punch you in the gut and you can practically taste bloody iron in your mouth at this moment.

He lays back on the bed, taking you with him and cradling your head against his chest.

"We're in this together, Y/N. You gotta talk to me."

Your sigh is irritated and short but you wrap your arm around him tightly nonetheless. "I'm not mad at you. You didn't do anything wrong."

The drug lord tilts his head to look down at you and he's more relieved than he could have ever imagined. Just hearing those words, hearing that you're still by his side in everything feels so fucking good.

"I'm glad," he whispers, kissing the top of your head.

He's being so calm and understanding that it coaxes more words from you. "I've been pissed at every other mother fucker I could get my hands on these past four months."

Yoongi presses his lips into a hard line hearing just how grated and venomous your voice is. "I know… but I'm home now and you need to focus on our growing girl."

"I can't," you murmur in reply.

Yoongi is fast to sit up and narrow his eyes at you. "We wanted this. We wanted a baby. We tried for her and we're so fucking lucky that we got her. What do you mean "you can't," baby. You have to."

He sounds so hurt that it makes your limbs feel weary.

"She probably hates m-"

"Stop!" Yoongi cuts you off with wide eyes.

Biting the inside of your cheek, you stare up at the ceiling to avoid his harsh gaze.

"Don't. Just don't. This is our baby. She loves you, you're her mother. Please… don't talk that way. We have to show her all the love in the world. Not this… Not this insecurity. You felt guilty and angry while I was gone but baby doll, I'm back. I'm back and I'm not going anywhere. Don't you love her? Don't you love me?"

You answer without hesitation. "Yes."

"Then we show her that love. Do you understand me? You can't keep this anger built up inside of you like this. Please," your boyfriend begs, drifting his hand over your taut skin.

Swallowing the urge to smack his hand away, you can only nod in agreement.

You have been volatile. You have been a wreck. But you need to learn how to lean on the man you love again.

"Yes?" the scarred man prods.

"Yes," you promise.

"Good girl," Yoongi whispers, wrapping you up in his arms once more.

Just to lay in bed with Yoongi all day feels like nothing short of a miracle.

You'd almost forgotten how much you enjoyed this. The softness of his breathing, the rhythmic beat of his heart that sounds like the most cherished of songs, the gentle kisses were almost completely wiped from your memory. But now as you lay under the sheets, watching the setting sun high above the forest canopy… it's all freshly returning to the forefront of your brain, like acrylic paint drying on a canvas.

"God, I fucking missed this," your boyfriend hisses, hugging you tighter.

When your fingers drift below his white tank top, you can feel the ridges of his abs hard and unwavering beneath your touch.

It seems like most of his jail time went to exercising.

Yoongi shivers at the slow almost sensual touch and his head angles towards you with a sly smirk.

"Did you use the prison clause while I was gone?"

You blink at his words, confused at what he's asking. "What's a prison clause?"

He chuckles then, maneuvering onto his side to drift his hand over your skin. "When your significant other is in jail, you can fuck one of the other men in the family if you want."

Your jaw drops at his words and you're completely baffled at the thought. "Ew. God. Why would I do that?"

The drug lord chuckles, leaning down to kiss at the thin skin of your neck. "Well I read a book while I was inside that was about pregnant women. It said that pregnant women's hormones are all fucked up and they're hornier more of the time."

"What? I wanted to crawl in a hole and die, not take a random dick up anywhere."

"That's my good girl," Yoongi preens, nipping at the thin skin until you're writhing beneath him.

You can tell that he has so much pent up frustration within himself that he needs to let loose and with how comfortable you've been all day, you want to let yourself go as well.

"Come here," the drug lord hisses, hooking his hand around the back of your neck and pulling you in close.

Yoongi doesn't care about foreplay at this moment, he only cares about being deep inside of you.

He needs you like he needs air to breathe. It's been too long without you.

"God," he groans, kissing you deeply.

You can taste the missing and the wanting. You can taste the neediness and you're slowly allowing yourself to succumb to everything he wants.

Everyday inside his cell, he begged each and every god to bring him back to you. He needs you in every way and it's been months since he's had anything to do with you.

The drug lord is quick to take off your clothes, not caring about the expensive garments that are torn to shreds in mere seconds.

"Oh my God, look at you," he hisses, running his hands over your sides.

He doesn't care about savoring the moment if he's being honest, he just wants to be balls deep inside of you, chasing a high that he hasn't felt in ages.

Your boyfriend strips out of his clothes in mere moments, not even giving you a chance to appreciate his newly sinewed body.

Your breath gathers in anticipation while he prods the head of his cock to your now weeping cunt.

"I fucking love you," he murmurs, pressing his lips to yours.

He enters you slowly, both of your mouths dropping open at the sheer stretch.

His forehead falters to the valley of your breasts. Whimpering at the small burn as he stretches you, your fingernails graze his muscled, tattooed arms.

"So fucking tight," he groans, suckling at your nipple to distract you.

He lets your pussy adjust around him, his hand cupping your distended stomach.

"God, this feels so fucking good," he whimpers, flicking your nipple with the tip of his tongue.

Pulling his cock almost all the way out, he moans at the way your velvet walls clench around him.

Yoongi kisses you languidly, drifting his fingers along your bump as if he almost can't believe you're carrying his child.

"Tell me how much you missed my cock," he begs, pressing his forehead to yours.

"So much, Sir. It feels so fucking good," you mewl, looking up into his mocha irises.

"That's my good girl," he praises, snapping his hips back to meet yours.

He begins a relentless pace, groaning and moaning as pleasure courses through his bones.

"Fuuuck, you feel fucking incredible," the drug lord hisses, cupping your breasts with his hands.

You can't help the breathless whines and sweet moans that breach past your lips like a prayer.

Your boyfriend continues to lavish you with attention, pulling your ankles up and over his shoulders to deeply fuck you the way you deserve.

"It's been so long," you gasp softly, raking your nails down his inked chest.

"I know baby doll, I can feel your pussy already trembling for it," the drug lord coos.

He begins to develop a thin sheen of sweat, swiping his thumbs sweetly over your stiff peaked nipples and adoring how your body shakes with pleasure.

"God, your little pregnant cunt is amazing," Yoongi praises, moving one hand from your breast to rub fast, hot circles to your throbbing clit.

"S-Sir!" you whinge, feeling your stomach begin to bubble over with euphoric intentions.

"Give it to me, sweetheart. Show me how much you missed me. C'mon," the drug lord mumbles, fucking into you faster and harded until all of your senses solely belong to him.

He can feel your cunt beginning to milk him for all he's worth. "That's it, baby doll. Cum on my cock. Give it to me."

Your breathing becomes shallow and all you can think about is the insane amount of pleasure that you feel as your body tips over the precipice.

You can hear how wet you are, the sound is almost deafening.

"Yes, fuck! Go ahead, baby, let go," Yoongi coos.

As you orgasm, the sharpness of his moan makes you shudder.

"Christ! You're so fucking tight!"

You can feel his cock beginning to thicken and throb within you and you can think of nothing you want more than for him to fill you up.

"Please cum inside me, Sir. I want to feel it," you beg.

His bottom lip tucks between his teeth and he's so close to combusting right then and there at your sweet begging. "Yeah? That's what you want? You want me to cum deep inside you? You want me to make a fucking mess for you?"

You nod incessantly, allowing him to grasp your wrists and haul them over your head in a vice-like grip.

He fucks you faster, allowing all the stress that's become entangled throughout his muscles for months just to diminish slowly.

"You look so beautiful carrying my kid, y'know that?" Yoongi praises, pulling your legs off of him to butterfly them apart.

"Sir," you preen, letting your head loll back as he continues his relentless pace.

"I'm so fucking close," he whimpers, cupping your stomach.

"Cum inside me, please," you whine.

His cock begins to pulse at a rate that seems almost inhuman.

"Who do you belong to, sweetheart? Who owns this pregnant cunt?"

"You, Sir! Only you!"

"Damn fucking straight," he hisses.

His thrusts become harder and uneven and his thighs begin to lock in place.

"Shit! I'm cumming, baby. I'm fucki-"

He groans loudly, burying his face into your neck as he cums deep within you.

It's practically animalistic the way he wraps his arms around you as if to cage you in his embrace to show you where you belong.

You can feel how fast his heart is racing as you place your cheek against his chest.

There's silence for a moment but you're comfortable once more.

"We have a lot of work to do. I'm pulling us out of the business. It's not safe," your boyfriend admits.

Your eyes widen and you look up at him with shock written all over your face. "Seriously?"

Yoongi nods thoughtfully, combing his fingers through your hair. "Yeah. We can't raise our daughter in an environment like this. We need to get out of this forest, create a new, legal business. And we need to start over. We have the money for it."

You never expected this. Not in the least. But you can see how the family needs this.

"Well… where do we begin?" you inquire softly.

"First I need to take care of something…" Yoongi whispers, pulling the sheets over the both of you.

"Like what?" you mumble, getting comfortable on your pillow.

"Reptile exterminating," he hisses, kissing the top of your head.

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[poppy-metal]

mean armin :(((

You see a girl flirting with him and it twists your gut because he’s such a rich pretty boy all the girls want him, they think hes sweet and charming, and you like the fact that you know better, but it still pisses you off that people flirt so shamlessly. With their hands on his arm, their lashes batting up at him, you’d go over there a splash water in her dumb stupid face if you could, but you dont. Armin would strangle you if you did, but honestly that was starting to look alot more pleasant than allowing this to continue. Still you let it boil instead. On the car ride home you don’t speak, and frustrated tears build in your eyes the whole way. Won’t he even ask what’s wrong?

He doesn’t. It makes you want to throw a fit so bad. You end up throwing yourself dramatically on the bed, and he just rolls his eyes. He rolls them! You’ve had enough so you whine, “You’re so mean to me!” 

He’s not paying attention to you, instead going through the measures of toeing off his shoes and taking off his cuff links. You crawl to the edge of the bed, fat tears spilling down your cheeks, you fist the sheets in your hand. “That girl was flirting with you, and you didn’t even care about me at all!”

Armin looks at you then, and its an almost bored look, his blue eyes cool and tempered. “That’s what this is about?” He has the audacity to sound like its trivial, like its a meager thing, like you aren’t crying about it right now. You boil with rage and jealousy as you growl “yes! Im your girlfriend and you didnt even pay attention to me the whole night…”

He hums as he takes a strand of your hair and tucks it behind your ear, mockingly gentle, “My girlfriend doesn’t know how to behave at parties, she’s lucky i let her tag along at all. Dont you agree?” 

You stiffen….you hate this, you hate how he talks down to you and makes you feel stupid, because now you do. Tears spill down your lashes and you look down, your anger dwindling. “I behave fine. You’re just mean” 

His thumb strokes over your cheek, thumbing it. “Poor baby” your eyes squeeze shut, knowing you’re being mocked, but you lean into his touch anyway, it feels like a cool balm to your torn up emotions. hes always so collected, he doesn’t get how emotional you are. “My poor pathetic girlfriend who needs her busy boyfriend to remind her every hour he still wants her” 

“Min…” your voice trails off, against your better judgement, heat spills between your legs. He tilts his head, and a blonde lock falls over his forehead, the face of an angel when hes actually the devil. 

“I think the silent treatment was a bit bratty, no?”

You don’t think so but if armin says so….he’s always right, isnt he? “If you say so, min” your voice has lost any hostility, soft and demure again, as it always is with him. 

He smiles “mm, it was. And you know what happens when you piss me off, right?”

You dip your head in a nod, “you have to correct me, make me understand” 

“See? Dumb puppies do learn”

You find yourself in his lap, back pressed against his chest, tears pitiful as they trek down your cheek and chin and mouth as your cunt is speared open on his cock, forced to sit still as he scrolls through is phone in disinterest. Its the humiliation, of having to be motionless when all you wanna do is move your hips in small circles. His cock, hot and hard inside you throbs, you can feel it in your gummy walls, pressing insitantly against that spot in you but not doing anything to hit it. 

Your hand grabble at his thighs, he hand’t even bothered to take pants off, merely unbuckling himself, and sitting you on his cock before opening his phone. Its torture, he knows it is, and thats why he’s had you here for and hour. Your pathetic sniffles and hiccups go unattended, and eventually you can’t take it anymore. You move just a little, a tiny motion, shifting your hips forward and then backwards and your eyes almost roll back at the friction of the head of his fat cock shifting inside you. Your eyes cross a little, and your mouth pops open and you barely have a moment to realize that you’re almost cumming before you feel a slender hand wrap around your throat, cool fingers digging into your skin. You whimper helplessly, as you feel him lean forward. You expect him to throw him off you, but he just uses his other hand, puts it on your tummy and bounces you on him a little.

A sob catches in your throat and his voice barely registers in your hazy mind “you’re a bitch in heat” he sighs, rolling your hips on his cock in tight little circles. 

You shake your head wildly even as you grind your hips back into his movements, fucking yourself on him, feeling yourself clench and flutter around the sticky girth of him splitting you open and rocking inside you “no, no, m’sorry min”

“Are you?” he asks, his voice just slightly breathless. “Are you sorry enough to not cum?”

“I-” But you’re already cumming, pussy spasmically palpitating around him as slick gushes out. “You got-” he fucks into you, battering himself into you “-my fucking pants dirty” His lips are at your ear, teeth gritted, you can tell hes lost a little of that composure of his, you imagine his hair all fanning around his face, it flushed pink, his eyes heated. “Gonna make you lick my cock clean after i cum in this dirty. misbehaving. cunt”

“Need me to tell you i love you that bad? That you’re my special girl? Then start making me like you” 

“Want you to like me!!” you cry, out, humping his cock at this point, “want your love, please” 

“Then stop cumming”

You cant, you cant, you cant. Your humiliation rises as you babble and sniffle, dumb and cockdrunk. 

“You” his breath puffs your hair on the top of your head. He sounds resolute, and somehow fond at the same time. “Are so fuckin’ pathetic” 

His tongue flicks your ear as one of his hands travels down to rub your clit, “you’re lucky i think its cute”