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suusoh · 2 months ago

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(pwp or something idk. just got horny in the tags of my last post about eddie not looking anywhere else but at his wife and only his wife while doing his husbandly duties.)

cw: female reader, sex, eddie's orbs, overuse of the word staring because I want you to start feeling annoyed and maim this man, slight yandere (maybe if you squint?) cheesy and unfunny frank valli reference at the end.

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he's staring at you again.

Eyes fogged with a love sick haze in them at the absolute sight of you, his wife, all warm, soft, and pliant under him. You try to close your eyes from time to time, but even when you open them again— it just comes back to the first thing you see which is this man on top of you, mouth switching between grinning and gasping, and eyes wide open.

"...Eddie?"

He hums tenderly. "What is it, dear?"

"I-I.. can you just-"

It's so hard to talk when his hips don't stop moving despite his concern. The weight and absolute mass of him on top of you and grounding you into the bed with each thrust makes it all the more harder to think straight.

Thoughts on how to sound out your request begin to blur and buzz out with him fucking into you like this. In and out, in and out, inside of you. over and over again as he buries himself deep within your cunt. your pubic bone practically connecting with his, and sending sparks of heat inside your belly with each time he ruts himself into you.

"Just what? What does my darling wife want?" He starts searching your face for any indication or answer to complete it for you what you want him to do now. Still looking at you intensely.

Looking. He keeps looking. Which is, sort of the thing you wanted to point out in the first place.

"You're... o-oh- oh-"

"I...?" he acts as if he's not quite catching on. Pondering for a second with the sounds of your moans and wanton sighs, and the creaking of the worn out bed acting as background noise to aid his thinking.

"Oh! I'm doing a swell job is that it? Is that what you're trying to say, dearest?" he lets out a content loving sigh, and your breathe stutters as he picks up his pace. "You and your words never fail to make me blush, my love."

Another particularly good thrust has you arching your back, of which he's making sure his eyes connect with yours once more while you writhe and wiggle underneath. But your wriggling quickly eases from bodily pleasure, to slowly morphing into a sense of discomfort now.

Because he's staring at you.

Again.

Which should be good isn't it? Eye contact during sex is a sign after all of a good partner paying attention to your needs. And with someone like Eddie, him paying attention to your needs is the tiniest sliver of hope you cling onto to make sure his reason for keeping you alive is a bit more... cemented, substantial even. Gives you a little bit more reason (or delusion) to believe he'd be inclined to make this relationship, make you, last longer.

(Compared to the alternative route of him using your body for his own sick dispositions, and casually stringing you all up when he's done.)

Though you're sure that this is not the type of bedroom eye contact many normally wish for.

"Y-you... you're.." you try to murmur out again.

Not that you should talk about having anything normal with this man. You might as well find the solution to world hunger long before you find anything even remotely "normal" in this place.

It's not that you're expecting him to do things normally, but can't he... can't he just... do something else maybe?

Look anywhere but you for just a split second, maybe bury himself into your neck, or close his own eyes to focus on the feeling of his cock getting squeezed, or look at any other part of your body that could possibly entrance him; mouth, chest, stomach... hell, you could even hope that he tries to glance down at your clit? Maybe marvel at the sight of where the two of you connect, since that's all his fucked up baby fever mind thinks about anyways?

You'll take anything really, just one small thing to act as a reminder that you guys are indeed having... sex— and not engaging in some sort of impromptu staring contest out of nowhere.

Because his eyes are doing absolutely nothing but looking into your own and as they continue staring at you.

and staring at you...

and staring...

Jesus fucking christ you don't think he's even blinked in the past few seconds anymore.

You let out a mix of a whine and a groan, opting to shut your eyelids close and try to shield your face away from his unmoving eyeballs by trying to wiggle your hands free out of his grasp (him and his damn insistence to hold hands while making love as he calls it.).

"What is it my love? Must I pay you a penny for your thoughts perhaps?"

"You keep staring... "

You try to wiggle free again, inadvertently adding onto the delightful friction between your parts and his— to which he gets a small shiver of his own at the roll of your hips. A light laugh escapes him at your captivating and somewhat fruitless display. He finally gives reprieve to your brain's rising fear of being uncannily perceived at, and blinks.

"Ohhh, my darling."

He lets go of one of your hands so that he can cradle your face, tilting it so he can capture your mouth into a kiss. humming into your mouth, but the humming isn't just the usual sighs of pleasure, as you can pick up the movement of him saying some words.

He pulls apart from his half kissing-half speaking into your mouth, as he slowly begins to playfully laugh again.

"You can't blame a man for looking at his wife when she's like this; all breathless and beautiful, now can you? I sure can't!"

Said wife that he just knows for certain was sent down by god all-mighty himself into the 7th circle of hell named "mount massive asylums".

When Eddie sees you, he can't help but imagine your rotting carcass somewhere else. An alternate place where those filthy bastards could have gotten their hands on you, torn you limb from limb (if they didn't have the patience to pull your teeth and your eyes out first), then have their way with using your dead body as a urinal afterwards.

You must have been scared to not have your dear husband around to protect you from all the nasty violence around the asylum, weren't you darling?

No, no. No meed to fret now and get your panties in a twist! None of that here. Not when your dear ol' Eddie is here now.

You are very much alive and perfect, preserved by your own sheer dumb luck or maybe by fate itself to be kept alive long enough for him. Just him.

And under his care, your body is experiencing the furthest thing from excruciating physical pain right now, isn't it darling? Feels good, yes? To have your husband make love to you like the passionate man he is. Lest he's supposed to take in the sight of you rolling your eyes back and your legs hooking around his waist, pulling him in for more as something otherwise?

Oh goodness him... It's almost too good to be true.

And he really can't take his eyes off of you.

#ha ha badum tssss am i right guys? i love you babyyyy and if its quite alright i need u babyyyyy to warm my lonely nights #i wrote this sleep dperived and listening to frank valli. no one come for me #eddie gluskin x reader #yandere eddie gluskin x reader #c.eddie gluskin #f.outlast #Spotify

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skele-ghost · 1 year ago

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Fuck in the Graveyard (not really)

Summary: (Graves/Reader) You’ve been taking illegal suppressants for wayyy too long, and when you miss a dose, it all comes crashing down.

Content Warning: A/B/O Omegaverse dynamics, reader is afab, female pronouns?, substance abuse, technically is a fuck or die situation, p in v, knotting, brief fingering

Graves is kinda sweet in this one. I’ve never posted my stuff anywhere before and this is the first fic I’ve written in second person. Let me know what y’all think. I do not take requests.

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The thing about taking illegal suppressants is that you have to time them perfectly. You’d better have your cycle down to a science, and you’d better take them three days before your heat, during, and three days after—and don’t you dare take them any more than 24 hours apart.

That’s how you wound up completely fucked: you took one dose two hours too late, and now the suppressants were completely ineffective. Was it really your fault? No, you’d been in the middle of a firefight, for fucks sake! But by some sick case of luck and science that made next to no sense, your heat started to build.

You hid being an Omega as much as you could. It wasn’t exactly a secret—it was there in your file for anyone to see. But so long as your heats were taken care of and you weren’t sending every Alpha within a mile radius into a rut, the military was happy.

And you were happy to let them believe that you were taking the regular course of suppressants that they prescribed you, and not the dangerous, high-dose, illegal ones that you preferred. They made your scent next to undetectable and made sure you could actually think straight when you were suppressing your heat, unlike the regular ones.

You were a specialist, an asset of high importance, and you’d be damned if you’d let your own biology stand in the way of that.

That’s why you liked the Shadows. Graves sent you a job offer after working with you on a mission gone sour in Urzikstan. He admired the way you kept your head cool when the world was falling apart around you. Even when you disclosed your designation, he shrugged it off.

“As long as you can keep your head cool like you did out there, we won’t have any problems,” he’d said.

And you’d kept your promise for nearly two years, now. But that was a long time to go without a heat, and a long time to be surrounded by the heady scent of Alpha unclaimed.

You were ashamed of the way you had to take off earlier. Once everyone was back from the mission, in one piece, settled in, you bolted, feeling the heat and sweat cling to you like a second skin.

It was sheer resolve that allowed you to keep the scent patches on for so long, little bandages clamped over your glands with a strong deodorizer, not letting anything out. You nearly passed out from the intense pain of prying them off your neck and wrists, the scent glands over-sensitive to even a breeze.

You blink away the tears quickly; you have to stay focused. You’ll drive to the safe house and crash there, get something planned. You knew the consequences of completely suppressing your heat for so long with such toxic drugs. Now you had to live with the consequences.

The little white farmhouse is remote, nestled deep in an old growth wood. It was beautiful, living up to the pictures you’d seen when Graves had shown it to you as a precaution. It had been in his family for generations before he fixed it up and decided to turn it into a safe house.

You pant as you put the car in park, staring at the building for a moment, your thoughts jumbled and disconjointed. As much as you want to melt into the seat, you have to get inside. A cold shower—that’s what you promise yourself, meek little motivation.

It manages to pull you out of the truck, onto shaky legs that want to collapse underneath you, but you push on.

They key is behind a brick on the foundation beneath the porch. It takes you a moment to remember which one—Graves had only shown you once.

Since you are the only unclaimed omega in the Shadows, he told you where the house was and how to access it. Just in case you had, in his words, “omega-related problems.” It isn’t too far from base. You’d have to figure out some way to show your eternal gratitude for the man…if you ever saw him again.

You retrieve the key and turn to make your way up the stairs, and that’s when things go sideways. You trip on the last step, crashing onto the porch with a force that shouldn’t hurt as much as it does.

The key falling out of your hand is the last coherent thought that you have before the pain takes over. Your sensitive skin and muscles cry out and it feels like hitting a sore bruise, everywhere.

You whimper, tears rolling down your cheeks as you stare up at the watery image of the porch’s ceiling. There’s a wasp’s nest, gross, but it’s November. They’re either sleeping or dead from the cold.

And thank god it’s cold, because at least your skin doesn’t feel like it’s completely on fire.

You know this is bad. You’ve deteriorated too quickly, the heat sneaking up and hitting you like a blitz attack from the dark.

As much as you hate to admit it, heats are necessary. It gets rid of built-up chemicals in the brain, provides a release to make new ones. Not quite like sleep was necessary, but in a similar fashion.

You’re worried that this one might kill you. You’re worried that if this one isn’t quelled and satisfied, you might end up brain-dead or in an eternal coma like the people in those stories your middle school health class scared you with.

But in the face of death? All that you wish is that you could apologize for the inconvenience. What kind of paperwork would Graves have to fill out for your corpse? Would he get in trouble for not monitoring you, for not knowing about your use of the illegal suppressants?

You slip into unconsciousness, the word ‘sorry’ on the tip of your tongue.

A whimper is all you manage as you stir awake, the first thing you notice being the thick, heavy, intoxicating scent of an Alpha, and one you know.

Graves smells like bonfires and bourbon, or maybe it’s whiskey? You make a breathy moan at the smell, brows furrowing as you feel yourself being carried.

“I know, baby, I know,” he says, his voice making a nice rumble trail down your spine.

He’s holding you bridal style and then holds you close to him as he sits down, tucking your head into his neck so that you can scent him.

It cools the flames slightly, letting your mind clear itself of the fog as you finally stir, opening your eyes.

“Com-mander?” You ask, voice not much louder than a whisper.

He pulls you back, glancing down at you, his blue eyes filled with concern. “(Y/N), what’s going on? You don’t smell right, sweetheart, what’s wrong?”

“Suppressants…not working,” you grit out, whimpering as an uncomfortable cramp begins in your gut.

“The ones you’ve been taking? Why, what’s wrong with them?” He lays you down on the bed he’d been sitting on and you whine at the loss of contact, squinting your eyes shut at the cramping.

You can hear him search through your bag, the one that had been digging painfully into your back a few minutes ago, and you hear the rattle of a pill bottle.

“Oh, (Y/N), you didn’t…” he says, and you can only imagine what his expression is as he looks at the bottle. It’s pretty damning—the prescription bottle with someone else’s name blacked out on it, half empty, label reading exactly what’s inside.

Graves returns to your side, his cool hand on your cheek turning you to look up at him. He looks…betrayed? Crestfallen? Worried, above all else, as he holds the bottle up with one hand.

“(Y/N), tell me you didn’t take these—tell me this isn’t what I think it is,” he demands, the command in his tone making a gush of slick escape you, adding to your already soaked panties.

“M’ sorry,” you whisper, tears blurring up along your waterline.

“Shit, (Y/N),” he growls, tossing the pills onto the bed, running his hands through his hair. “What do I do? You need to go to a hospital, is that it?”

You shake your head, “no, they can’t do anything. And I’d get arrested—ah!” You cry out, curling inwards as a sharp, painful cramp rolls through. Slick gushes out of you again, your organs overproducing as if they need to make up for all the missed heats. After a few agonizing moments it calms down and leaves you gasping, tears rolling down your cheeks.

You know what your options are, you know how fucked up this is, and you know that Graves is probably going to fire you after this—but you also know that you’re not ready for the final alternative.

“Please, it hurts!” You beg, pleading up at the sight of your commander above you, “please, Alpha.”

He closes his eyes and clenches his jaw, pursing his lips in that way you’ve always found so hot, “are you sure? You’re not thinking clearly, (Y/N).”

You nod frantically, grabbing his arm and scenting his wrist, keening at the smell, “please, please, Graves.”

His restraint snaps and he climbs ontop of you, pinning your wrists to the bed and placing his mouth on yours. You moan into it, trying to lift you hips up to get some kind of friction to no avail.

He pulls away and you tilt you head aside to give him better access to your neck as he scents you, breathing in deeply and growling. You cry out as he runs his tongue and teeth along the glands.

“I never got a good smell of you, (Y/N), you always wear those damn patches and I always want to rip them off,” he nibbles along your jaw, your whines and whimpers filling the small bedroom.

“Alpha, please,” you beg, desperate, clenching around nothing when you want to be clenching around him. “Inside, please put it inside.”

“I know, baby,” he says, pecking your lips again before he pulls back, hands gliding along your sides as he pulls your shirt off. “You’re burning up.”

Tears prick in the corners of your eyes and you squirm, whining and babbling as he pulls your bra off, too. The cooler air feels nice on your sweat-sheen skin, and you buck your hips as Graves gets off of you, hooking his fingers to pull your pants and panties down in one fell swoop.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he curses, then groans at the sight of your slick, how it clings to your parties in wet strings before he pulls them away.

Your boots are still on and he didn’t get your pants all the way off, but maybe seeing how soaked you are makes Graves hasty.

The most pornographic moan escapes you as he sinks two fingers in your hole, your sweet little cunt sucking them in and clenching down.

“Fuck, good Omega,” Graves groans, slipping in a third finger that has you moaning even louder.

Every spot he hits is the right one, every move pure ecstasy. Your voice is a broken babble of pleads and curses and moans, begging for your commander to fuck you, to take you, to make you his.

You almost sob when he retracts his fingers, not even caring to wipe them as he rolls you onto your stomach, grabbing your hips and pulling them up into the air, right against his own.

Feeling his erection against your ass, you turn downright frantic, “please please please, please fuck me, Alpha, please I need your knot so bad!”

He hisses as you rub against him and he begins unbuckling his belt, which only spurs you on more. He manages to still your hips and get his pants down, rubbing the head of his cock through your slick.

You keen embarrassingly loud as he enters you, slowly letting every inch of himself be swallowed up by your greedy cunt.

When he bottoms out, pressing against your cervix, it’s like a switch flips. You cum, whining as your legs shake, as Graves gasps behind you.

“Goddamn, baby,” he drawls, squeezing into the meat of your hips. “You’re fucking perfect, you know that?”

Your brain is too melted with lust to be able to form any coherent sentence. When he pulls out and slowly thrusts back into you, testing the waters, you all but go limp, eyes rolling into the back of your head as you moan.

“Goooood girl,” he praises, speeding up his thrusts and finding a steady rhythm, your skin slapping together. “So slick and tight for me, omega, good god—“

All you can do is moan and take it. There’s no more painful cramping, and though your skin is still hot it’s not as bad. Your body is getting exactly what it needs: a good, hard fucking by a big, strong Alpha.

“(Y/N),” Graves moans, his voice sounding so sweet to your ears, “so good, baby. Better than I ever imagined.”

You keen at that, at your alpha wanting you—well, he isn’t yours, is he? It makes your heart sting slightly but that’s quickly forgotten with a slap to your ass, sending shockwaves of excitement through you.

You can feel yourself getting tighter, getting ready to be thrown over the edge again, and you can feel Graves speed up his thrusts, his knot slowly beginning to swell inside you.

“Fuck, baby,” he groans, “gonna give you my knot, gonna fill you up good—“

His thrusts get even harder, even rougher, and you cry out, feeling yourself come tumbling violently over the edge as his knot catches on you, cumming in waves like the sea crashes onto shore.

Graves stills inside you, making good on his promise, shooting ropes and ropes of hot seed. You can feel his swollen knot inside you, just past your entrance, making your pussy full in the most delicious way. You hear him catch his breath before he carefully rolls you both over onto your sides, laying down with you on the bed.

You hum happily as he wraps his arms around you, placing a chaste kiss on your shoulder as both of your ragged breathing calms.

“Fuck, (Y/N),” he says, his voice husky in a way that makes you wish you were his.

“Yeah,” you manage to reply, running your hands along the arms that hold you.

“I don’t want you taking those damn pills ever again,” he growls, making you shiver. “Understand?”

You open your eyes and turn to look at him, confused at the soft expression on his face. It’s almost…vulnerable? Wasn’t he going to fire you?

“Commander?”

“This isn’t up for debate,” he says. Behind his blue eyes is a fire you know well, akin to the one that dances in his eyes on the battlefield. “I’ll drug test you if I have to, but I’m not going to lose you to some stupid suppressants.”

You blink. “You’re not going to fire me?��

“What? No,” he says like you’re crazy for thinking so. “But if you want to stay, darlin,’ we’re going to need to set some ground rules.”

“Okay,” you agree, relieved. You didn’t want to lose your job, it’s a good gig. The employee benefits are killer…and you’d miss your commander.

“It’s simple, (Y/N), no more illegal suppressants, and you come to me for your heats,” that bastard smirk of his returns and you giggle.

“Are you propositioning me, Commander?”

“Hell, yes I am,” he says proudly, reaching up to caress your cheek. “Probably should’ve done it sooner.”

You lean in and kiss him, enjoying how it sweetens his scent. Your heart flutters in place, content, elated; you had only ever dreamed of this. You finally have him.

“Oh, and no more scent patches. You smell too damn good to be covered up.”

You roll your eyes at him, still grinning. “You sure about that? I don’t think you’ll like every other alpha sniffing after me.”

“Don’t worry, baby, I’ll keep you safe,” he says confidently, placing a lingering kiss to your cheek. His eyes hint at something darker, “besides… they’ll catch on.”

#phillip graves #Phillip graves/reader #Graves/Reader #graves x reader #cod mw2 #cod x reader #cod x y/n #shadow company #have I ever told y’all how much I hate the name phillip #honestly it’s a turn off ngl #but graves is cute even if he is a war criminal <3 #cod omegaverse #a/b/o #omega reader #alpha!graves

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kiyomitakada · 2 months ago

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okay fuck it i went to a leonardo da vinci exhibit today and now i have a leonardo da vinci death note AU in my head because i am a parody of myself so you can fucking have it i guess what do i even do with this

light yagami: young genius polymath who is good at literally everything

unfortunately for him he is a foreigner in italia (his family immigrated) so the government is not letting him anywhere near their weaponry projects. instead he does art. yes light yagami painted the mona lisa no i do not take criticism i’m in too deep

his portraits are predictably amazing. smash hit. soon aristocracy from all over italy is contacting him to draw them and their mother. this means he doesnt even have time in the day to draw giant fuckoff warship designs anymore. what point is there to life, he sulks.

eventually he accepts a commission from one kyosuke higuchi! we’re italianizing him because i really don’t think this AU works otherwise but let’s call him higuchi anyway. higuchi is a fifty-something duke of something or other who has recently married one misa amane who is twenty-something (the same age as light). misa is the subject of the portrait because higuchi just loves his darling wife so much (read: they had a shotgun wedding and higuchi needs to keep up appearances)

light is like wow someone who isn’t white it’s been like five years. i kind of feel bad for her, this situation is very suspicious. hello miss amane if you’ll just sit down over there while i get my brushes

misa (seeing the first person who has been even remotely sympathetic to her absolutely horrific life, noticing he hasn’t tried to make any advances on her at all [this is a good thing]): I AM DRASTICALLY IN LOVE WITH YOU.

light: what

misa’s plan of seducing light predictably fails because he’s light, so she explains she has to get the fuck away from higuchi somehow

light is like okay well i am sorry to hear that but what does this have to do with me.

misa, tearing up: im a damsel in distress! also i can get you information about his court

light: whats his job

misa: financial advisor

light: oh fuck yes okay

so light’s plan is now to worm into the yotsuba court to get funding and hopefully sway them enough to let him pitch his cool weaponry ideas so he can Change The World. he does need income in general too (both for himself and his family; expected lifespan was way shorter then obviously).

misa’s plan is to kill higuchi somehow which will be much easier with light as backup she thinks

so. light packs up and moves to the yotsuba court which is thrilled to have THE light yagami portrait artist (i do more than portraits…) in their employ

oh yeah, misa mentions, the prince of the yotsuba court is kind of… weird

light: you could have told me this before

misa: ehe. dont worry about it!! it’s just um. he had a weird personality shift a few years ago? and now he refuses to wear royal attire. he always dresses like a peasant.

light: well it’s not like i’m going to be there to judge him on fashion am i.

THAT’S RIGHT. SIKE THIS IS AN ISEKAI NOW. yes L does remember light killing him <3 he (L) woke up in fifteenth century renaissance italy in a twenty-something-year-old body immediately after the heart attack. by some miracle he already knew italian.

so everything is going swell until one day light walks into his workshop to find the prince flipping through his notebook

light, sleep deprived: hey what the fu—i mean. uh. good morning your highness

there’s no need for that formality. call me L.

(…but your name doesn’t start with an L?) thank you, your highness L. um. sorry i know my handwriting’s messy.

on the contrary i find it completely readable, as long as one reads backwards and caesar shifts it three letters forward.

(oh SHIT he’s onto me) haha what are you talking about?

in fact i think this mechanical dragonfly contraption is rather ingenious.

oh aha that’s not important, just a passing fancy honestly

[ignoring him] if only you had some better way of providing torque, because as it stands the spring engine is extremely poorly designed.

what the fuck did you just say to me

[they end up physically fighting over the notebook because of course they do. meet cute!]

some more details:

ryuk is the patron light eventually gets after being in higuchi’s court for a bit

rem is higuchi’s personal assistant, who was disowned by her own royal-blooded family because her family sucks. she hates her job. if it weren’t for misa she’d probably be on the other side of the country by now

i don’t know where the wammy kids are. they’re definitely competing to be the heir to L’s throne but also they’re not related because there is no way that all the wammy kids (the whole orphanage of wammy kids) could have come from the same person. maybe some kind of insufferably high collar royal boarding school? did they even have those? help me

kiyomi and teru are both advisors in other courts (which are extremely corrupt, light seethes, in his perfect world there wont be any of those anymore) (you work for a court light) (thats different)

okay i’m done for today. you never know about tomorrow though. /threat.

[ @deathnotetober day 12: isekai ]

#i think theres so much you could do with canon L meeting au light but i cant fucking write renaissance dialogue so here you go #death note #light yagami #misa amane #l lawliet #our three major players!#lawlight #deathnotetober #higuchi is here too but i dont know if this is enough of a him post to warrant the tag #DISCLAIMER: i know nothing about leonardo da vinci outside of the exhibition i went to today #sorry for any historical inaccuracies #on the plus side if you spot any you probably have enough knowledge to write this

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2rats1gogh · 9 months ago

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I know people have this fantasy that Helaena would marry some Stark, Tully or Tyrell but a fantasy is truly what it is.

If she married Aegon or not, Helaena was never going anywhere. She claimed one of the biggest dragons in the world as a child, a female dragon who has laid eggs. Her only choices were always going to be one of her brothers or her nephews HAD THEY NOT been bastards. Or maybe it would have been a Hightower cousin, or one of Corlys Velaryon’s nephews but whoever her husband was, he was never going to be the Warden of anything or the Lord of his own castle. Helaena was never going to leave Kingslanding.

Alicent may have wanted her daughter close to her to protect her because of Helaena’s nature and because of her own experiences as a child bride but Viserys (who doesn’t know Helaena or give a damn about her personally) was definitely not marrying Helaena out to someone powerful and putting more trueborn obstacles in Rhaenyra’s way when he already had 3 trueborn Valyrian looking sons who would marry someday.

Targaryen daughters may marry out for a generation but their child is expected to marry back in. Daella was married into house Arryn but Aemma was married back in. Also to note that Daella was a second wife and her husband already had heirs, Visarra had she not died would have been married to a Lord who had already married several times and had already had heirs. Their sons would hold no lands, raise no armies full of vassal houses of their own. Rhaenys’s mother married into House Targaryen and Rhaenys married into house Velaryon and gave house Velaryon 2 more dragon riders in addition to herself. Thats why bringing her line back into the family was an important issue for the Targaryens. Helaena- a Dragon rider who could be fertile as her mother in her early years- would’ve given a non Valyrian house Valyrian blood and more potential Dragon riders.

Say Helaena marries an inheriting son of some Lord Paramount. Let’s give her 2 future Dragon riders and possibly a third as Maelor was too young when he was murdered at Rhaenyra’s request. This is 4 Dragons to whichever house she married into. These 4 dragons have an entire army behind them. They have legitimacy. What if her husband and father in law decide that the throne should be her son’s (like Rhaenys attempted to secure it on behalf of Laenor at the Great council) because Rhaenyra committed treason, sons are bastards and by law they can’t inherit anything (it’s high time we acknowledge that Rhaenyra, Laenor, Harwin, Viserys and Corlys were all breaking the law or complicit in the breaking of it.)

Team Black would hate Helaena Lady of house Stark/Tyrell/Tully/Lannister/Martell with a husband and a supportive extended family to back her because she would always choose her family over Rhaenyra’s like she does in canon.

So people need to stop blaming Alicent for this and realize that Helaena’s options were very limited and remember that in this world it’s normally a Father’s job to organize their daughter’s betrothals. HOTD seems to have thrown this piece of Lore out of the window in favor of trying to make Alicent look like a villain and for stupid scenes like Rhaenyra proposing the betrothal of the twins to their Grandmother instead of their father that she’s married to and lives with.

Literally this.

I never understood why it was so difficult for people to understand why Alicent decided to marry Helaena to Aegon. It always made sense to me personally. There are two main reasons to this:

a) Helaena is a very vulnerable girl, more vulnerable than anyone. By marrying her to Aegon, Alicent keeps her close to herself, in KL, where no one could hurt her.

b) Helaena as a dragonrider is very valuable. If she marries to some remote lord and then they pledge allegiance to Rhaenyra for whatever reason, TG is fucked and they lose a dragon. They need Dreamfyre if they want to win this war.

Helaena also couldn’t marry Jace or any other of Rhaenyra’s bastards, for a very simple reason. They are literally bastards and everyone knows it, and she would’ve become a hostage during the Dance. Also, the realm most likely would never accept Jace as a king, because no matter how kind and nice he is, he is still a bastard and that would cause a lot for problems.

#house of the dragon #hotd #pro team green #team green #anti team black #anti team black stans #helaena targaryen

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daughterofcain-67 · 3 months ago

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐭

CEO Jensen x Plus Size Female reader

(masterlist)

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: after a long week of Mondays, it’s finally Friday but instead of it being celebratory, you are called into a meeting. In this meeting, you and the rest of the Customer Service Department discover the company is under new management. You can only help but wonder how this will affect your work.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: This is a world where Jensen never acted in Supernatural, his acting career stopped with Smallville before Jensen changed to a different career as a business owner.

You ran your fingers through your hair after you had taken it down from its bun. It had been the longest day you’ve had in what felt the longest week of your life. No one said having this sort of a desk job was easy, to be a little more specific you were a Customer Service Representative for a casting company that made different parts needed for metal work projects. It wasn’t your dream job but you had your own little cubicle and the only people you had to interact with were the customers that called or emailed you. A nice little job for the introvert that you were.

But this week had been the type of week where every day had felt like a series of Mondays.

At least today was Friday.

You could feel every last ounce of your sanity slipping away from you as you answered the phone calls of angry and frustrated customers. It was increasingly difficult to stay calm and collected as you answered the emails of just as frustrated representatives of different companies needing a shipment of whatever parts they ordered. It wasn’t your fault that an order has been delayed! Once it’s out of the shop floor and in UPS’s hands or whatever other shipping company, it was too late to make any changes! That was not your fault, nor was it in your control.

Kind of hard to tell that to an agitated rep that wants to change an address after their order has already been shipped.

This morning was no exception to this week of perpetual Mondays and no amount of coffee was helping you this morning. Luckily it was finally your lunch break and you finally had the chance to breathe and be completely unbothered for the next sixty minutes of the work day.

At least that was what you were hoping for.

Unfortunately, while you were barely getting out of your chairs to grab your keys and go get lunch somewhere, your boss came up to your little cubicle. You didn’t dare tell her what you were thinking, but you knew you were more than ready to just go home. And if you could work remote, you would. Unfortunately that option hasn’t been presented to you just yet so you were stuck between your home and the office and you seldom went anywhere else. Not that you really cared to go anywhere that wasn't a book store or a cafe.

“Y/N, good you remembered the meeting. I was just about to come and get you! We’ll be in the conference room.” Natalie told you, causing you to plaster that professional, meaningless smile.

“I was just about to head that way.” You lied, having completely forgotten.

As you watched your boss walk off and some other CSRs go behind her, you tossed your keys back in your purse and pinched the bridge of your nose. You could already feel a migraine coming on and you were hoping the meeting wouldn’t make it worse.

When you walked into the conference room, you saw some familiar faces. Naturally there were the other customer service reps you worked with and occasionally talked to - mostly only if they happened to come to your little domain. Then there was your boss Natalie. Then there was Natalie’s boss, Chris who's the director of production for your specific location. There were the two people involved with HR at your location named Hayden and Penelope - Nellie for short. You had assumed the others in the building would have a separate meeting since that would be part of the higher ups, not that it really mattered to you either way.

You were more concerned with how fast this meeting would be over so you could have at least some sort of peace and quiet.

Then there was a face you didn’t recognize.

He was dressed in a green, velvety suit with a black turtleneck beneath it. A little too expensive looking for some place like this, at least in your opinion. This was kind of a small location compared to the other locations the company had. His hair was neatly combed and his beard looked freshly trimmed. He seemed very professional looking, even intimidating to an extent. You knew he had to be someone important if he looked the way he did and if you’ve never seen him before. How bad of a meeting was this going to be?

Whatever the case, you wished you had remembered some Tylenol or something for the worsening migraine.

You weren't sure if this meeting would be all that terrible, you noticed the counters in the back of the conference room had some food, nice of them to provide lunch. Maybe someone was trying to win over Customer Service and kind of ease into the meeting. Everyone else had gotten up to get their plates of food but you decided to go have a seat instead, not exactly in the mood for grub with the slight tension in the room with the new person who had to've been from corporate or something.

You took a seat as far away from everyone as possible and you were close to the end of the long table and your coworkers filled up the other seats so luckily you wouldn’t be sitting close to the newcomer with authority. As your coworkers finally took their seats, the meeting eventually began and you just looked over at your boss who was just a little too quiet for your own personal liking.

Then Hayden decided to speak up.

"Now that everyone's settled, we've got a special guest joining us through next week. The company has changed ownerships, so now we will be under new management. Ladies and gentlemen, this is the CEO of New Eden Metal Casting. It's an honor to introduce you to Mr. Ackles."

New Eden Metal Casting, huh?

Maybe not the greatest name in the world, but then again it's not like a lot of people really gave a damn about the name of a casting company - not unless you were dealing with the sort of casting that dealt with actors and auditions. But again this was just factory work. But does he really have to stay a week and disturb the peace?

"Please, whatever you do, don't call me Mr. Ackles. Jensen is just fine." The man said, and you weren't exactly expecting his voice to sound the way that it did. Deep, with a slight southern drawl, subtle but noticeable.

"So, just so I know where we stand, how's the Customer Service branch looking?" You heard Jensen ask as he looked over at Chris, who then began to reply and started spewing off some feedback from other Representatives for certain companies in different states and what they were saying about the previous managment. Some comments were positive, others not so much. But no company’s perfect after all.

You supposed this was simply one of those meetings where everyone was just supposed to fill Mr. Ackles in on everything so he knows where everything stands. You just didn't know why he would come all this way to this branch. As the CEO didn't he have people to do that for him? What was the point of him doing all the unnecessary footwork?

You had listened to about half of the conversation. If anything, the feedback from the reps and the customers was sort of an in between. Not a lot of people knew about this company, and the ones that did felt like production was behind and shipments didn't really get out as fast as they wanted it to. But how you saw it was that people failed to realize they are not the only order the company revolved around. Then again, comments and thoughts like that was a reason why you never wanted to be a leader of a company like this, never wanted to have that responsibility so you were definitely didn't envy Mr. Ackles, or Jensen as he apparently liked to be called.

As the meeting seemed to drag on and on, you took a sip of your water that had been passed out to everyone somewhere along the way and glanced at whoever was speaking to at least try to pay attention.

Soon enough the meeting was finally over and you figured that the staff would have some sort of mass email explaining more changes happening as the company changes owners. You just hoped they'd only be small changes that wouldn't really effect your work. Naturally you'd all have different emails, but you hoped they would change that part of the system during the weekends where everyone was off, but who was really to say what would happen.

While your coworkers started getting up to return their cubicles or resume their lunch break, you could feel a pair of eyes gazing at you. But you didn't really think much on it since you just wanted to run to a convenience store and get some meds in your system, maybe more coffee.

Jensen watched as all of the CSR workers walked out but he noticed most of the reps were dreadfully quiet the entire time. Almost like they were anxious about this meeting, but he supposed most meetings could give that kind of feeling when corporate was around.

Then there was you. You seemed uninterested throughout the meeting and he could tell you were faking paying attention throughout the meeting. Maybe something else had been on your mind the whole time. Distracted if that was the word for it.

He cleared his throat a little as he stood up out of his chair and straightened the jacket he wore that day. It was hotter than he anticipated since it was late summer. But he had come from another meeting and at least tried to look professional, though he may have over done it. Maybe throughout next week he'd dress down a little.

"You know, I never really envied a CSR's job. They always get the brunt of everything when a customer's upset with something wrong." Jensen commented and Natalie nodded.

"That's exactly where I started, it's an easy job up until you come across a disgruntled rep or customer on the phone. But we've got good workers here and they do their best to appeal to our frustrated customers as well. It's simply a part of the job." Natalie explained.

"I see. Where to next?" Jensen questioned as he looked over at Chris.

"I'll take you to our QA department. They check the quality of our parts before shipping and they inspect items that have been returned for whatever reason like the customer ordered too many or whatever the case may be." Chris explained and Jensen nodded.

While Jensen and Chris walked through the building, he caught a glimpse of you again, fumbling through your bag for what he assumed to be car keys. He glanced away from you and noticed the name plate on the front of your cubicle.

Y/N L/N.. He'd have to remember that.

Chris handed Jensen a pair of safety glasses and as they went to the shop floor, he saw all the large machines with workers sitting on shitty looking chairs that gave him a backache just to look at.

Each worker had a large metal box, a mold that had a tiny hole on one of the sides, and they'd put the mold under a press and fill it with wax, then they'd use some sort of air pump that was connected to the machine to blow air into the mold to release the wax piece. Once it was cooled, he saw workers cleaning off the excess to make them look a little neater before they'd place them on a rack before those pieces would end up going to some other station.

Earlier that day, Jensen had walked through another building that would dip the parts and put sand on them so they could withstand the casting process before it would get sent off to some other station Jensen hadn't seen yet. That area would be where the wax would be melted out of the castings and metal would be poured into those castings instead to create the desired part. Then of course there would be an area where casting would be knocked off and the metal pieces would be cleaned off again to look neater before they'd be finished via grinding or polishing before ultimately be prepared for shipping.

It sounds like a more complicated process than it really was but he was glad he was actually here to see for himself what the work was like rather than just sitting at some desk in corporate simply hearing about it. He had always been a man that learned better when he was hands-on and in the work environment itself.

"So how long have you been working for the previous owner, Chris?" Jensen asked as he continued observing his surroundings.

"Me? Oh I've been at this location only for four years. I started off here at the shop floor while I was under a temporary company but then I guess HR took a second look at my resume and thought I must've been fit for some kind of office work. Did a little work as CSR for about a year before I worked my way up and another HR person from corporate said I should be training to be part of Human Recourses here for this plant. It's been about two years now since I've been involved with Human Recourses." He explained, Jensen nodded along.

"How did you like working on the shop floor?"

"Honestly it wasn't too bad. Yeah it got hot in the summer especially when you're working around things that get hot as it is. But there aren't too many complaints when I was working. Things have changed in the past couple of years since I've actually been a part of the manufacturing process, though. If you'd like to, we can set up some meetings with our Senior Engineer and Senior Planners on the shop floor and they can give you more insight than I could."

"Yeah we can go ahead and make that for Monday morning since I'll be here next week anyway."

"We'll make sure that meeting's scheduled and I'll send an email out this afternoon once I get back into my office."

Jensen grinned to himself. At least from the outside looking in, he had a pretty good first impression of this place for the most part. It seemed like a good environment. Then again he knew all too well of workers feeling like they had to walk on eggshells around people from corporate. Then he knew there were other people that really didn't care who he was and they just wanted to get back to doing their jobs. He's been there at one point or another in his lifetime.

After about an hour had passed and Jensen had finished looking around the factory, he started making his way towards the office he would be using during the upcoming week. When he made it inside the offices he found himself passing your cubicle once more.

It seems you hadn’t returned yet, and honestly it looked to Jensen as though you didn’t work there at all. You didn’t have any pictures up on your cubicle’s walls. You didn’t have any decorations around, nothing that showed you customized your work place. The office supplies on your desk all came from work, so you hadn’t even picked your own office supplies to make it a little more home-y.

We’re you happy where you worked, or perhaps you hadn’t had the time to make things a little more your own?

“Um… Is there something I can help you with, Sir?” A voice asked from behind.

Jensen turned around and he saw you there, holding onto your work ID and your keys in one hand and a large iced coffee in another.

“Simply getting familiar with the place, Darlin.’ I won’t stand in the way of you and your work though.” Jensen insisted and stepped aside so you could get by.

After that, Jensen walked past you and went to his office that was actually relatively close to your cubicle.

As Jensen shut the door and walked to his desk he turned on the computer and monitor then proceeded to check his emails. He realized just how many emails were in his inbox, realizing the grind would never really stop but he got straight to work to accomplish as much as he could before he’d have to attend several more virtual meetings that afternoon.

Finally, the day was over and you were thrilled to finally head home.

You didn’t think you could leave your job any faster today as you hopped into your car and shut the door behind you and drove off, leaving work in your rear-view mirror for the next couple of days. You weren’t really sure what your plans would be. If anything, staying home would be relaxing, maybe you could read or watch one of your shows.

Once you made it to your apartment complex, you parked in your usual spot and walked up the stairs rather than the elevator inside to get to your floor. When you made it in front of your door, you fumbled around with your keys until you found the one you were looking for and unlocked the door before you finally opened it then walked inside the apartment.

You turned on the living room light and dropped your backpack on the couch and exhaled before kicking off your shoes.

“Another week over.” You breathed out, then you noticed a light turn on down the hallway in a room across from yours.

“Y/N?” Your roommate called out.

“Honey, I’m home!” You called back, hearing a little chuckle from down the hall followed by some footsteps.

Out from the opposite bedroom came Rhema, your twig-thin roommate with platinum blonde, short hair that was halfway pulled up into two space buns on the top of her head. She had the most beautiful blue eyes and some freckles, but other than that there was not a blemish or imperfection in sight of her.

She was close to perfect as you dreamed of being, but naturally you didn’t exactly have the time to self loathe. Nor did you really care to strain yourself with something you had a hard time controlling, so you just let it be and tried to be healthy in your own way.

“You look like Hell.” Rhema laughed and you smirked a little and rolled your eyes.

“I’m just hoping next week will be better but I highly doubt it. Long story.”

For some reason this seemed to peak your roommates interest as a brow arched while she was sitting on the couch putting on her shoes.

“So what happened today?” She asked.

“Well… I had a rep ask if we can change an address after an order’s been shipped, and instead of giving the obvious ‘no’ as an answer I had to do the CSR thing and jump through hoops to see if the shipping company can do something about it. I had to go to their website, no help there. Tried calling and got transferred several times but that didn’t work. Then when I finally looked through some past emails with another CSR about this kind of thing we both found out that I was right and we obviously couldn’t change the address so I had to circle back and tell the rep there wasn’t anything I could do and they’d need to either have it shipped back to us and process a replacement order so we can get it shipped to them that way or they’d have to get somebody at the previous site placed on the order to pick it up.” You ranted.

“All of that work for such a simple obvious answer?”

“Yeah. It’s been little stuff like that all week and the reps get ticked off at Customer Service for not getting things done their way. Once it’s out of the company's hands and it’s been shipped off it usually takes luck for any changes to be made after that.” You explained before you continued.

“And that’s not even all of it, not for this week anyway. It’s been a build up of little things like that and I can’t really help the process with it. On top of that, next week I have a feeling is going to be long for another reason entirely.”

“Oh God… what’s going on?” Rhema questioned with an empathetic tone.

“Turns out the company has a new owner. We had a meeting during my lunch hour and we all had to sit there and meet the new CEO of the company. Literally everyone in the meeting was tense and it felt like everybody couldn’t breathe. We just had to sit there and listen to general feedback about CSR and some other things that I can’t remember off the top of my head right now.”

“The CEO showed up? Doesn’t he have people to go to locations on behalf of the company or something instead?” Rhema asked.

“Yeah that’s what I thought too. But I didn’t bother asking anybody about it. All I know is I’m pretty sure everybody’s gonna have new emails next week and I hope that’s the only thing they change. If they start changing our systems and programs on the computers we’re gonna have a lot of problems I would think unless they get it all taken care of over the weekend.” You admitted and Rhema chuckled.

“Just when the week couldn’t kick you in the shins any harder, right?” She teased and you rolled your eyes a little in a joking manner before Rhema spoke again.

“Well, now that you’re home I’ll be heading out myself. Have to work tonight.”

“I thought you had Fridays off though? I’m surprised you aren’t going out with your friends.”

“Yeah well… a coworker’s sick so I have to cover her this weekend and she’ll come in to work Sunday. Bright side is she’ll be covering this coming Monday and Tuesday for me.” Rhema continued as she checked her backpack’s pockets and pulled out her medical ID that had a shitty little picture of her that did no justice and the letters CNA beneath her name, Rhema G. Sampson.

“You love those patients and you know it.” You reminded her and she let out a little chuckle.

“I do, but there are some days when they get on my nerves a little bit. But everyone has their bad days I suppose. They’ll be out before they know it and they’ll be thrilled to finally head home with their families.” Your roommate could be a little too optimistic sometimes, at least to you. It was almost endearing in a way. Not many people were like that.

“Well, hopefully it’ll be a good night and you’ll be able to sleep in tomorrow. I’ll try not to be too loud tomorrow morning.” You insisted and Rhema looked up from her backpack as she put her arms through the straps.

“You’re never loud. Honestly I don’t think I even hear you come out of your room on the weekends.” She said.

Mostly because you didn’t leave your room unless you needed something.

“So what are you going to do tonight while I’m gone? Going out tonight? Dancing? Bowling? Skating or anything?”

“Not really… after the week I had, I kind of want to just stay home.” You sighed.

“Seriously? After a stressful week, a night out is exactly what you need. Something to get you out of the house and break up the rhythm you’re in right now.”

“I’ll think about it.” Not gonna happen. For too many reasons.

“Come on, you have to go out and about and meet people. Otherwise how is your future relationship supposed to find you? They don’t exactly know where you live yet and they won’t if you don’t go and put yourself out there!” Rhema smiled at you.

“I’ll look online and see if there’s anything interesting tonight.” You lied. You were doubtful that your adventures into society would really change much about your relationship status.

“Good, Can’t wait to hear all about it if you do anything. I’ll catch up with you tomorrow, okay?”

“Yeah… see you tomorrow.”

You watched as she walked out of the front door, leaving you to your own devices. When she left, you walked into the kitchen and pulled out a glass before opening up the fridge and grabbed some wine. You filled up the glass to however much you desired for the kind of week it’s been.

Once you had your glass, you went back into the living room and sat down on the couch before turning on the TV. You tried to think of something to watch but not a whole lot necessarily came to mind so you just put on the first thing you saw, which turned out to be Roseanne evidently. It wasn’t your favorite show, and nowadays you were surprised it was even on the air but it was at least something to entertain you for a little while. Definitely beat the news by a long shot.

While you watched the show, you started wondering what the upcoming week would look like for you. After all, with the company being in new ownership, you could only imagine how many changes were about to be made. You wondered if they’d make you wear uniforms or if they’d have you all wear pantsuits that made you look stuck up. Right now it was just business-casual which gave you at least a little more freedom.

You sipped some of your wine and you spent the next several hours watching the show before it switched to something else and then your phone let out a notification sound, alerting you that you had some sort of text message. When you looked down and lifted a brow when you saw your roommates name on the screen.

RS: YOU MEAN TO TELL ME JENSEN ACKLES IS THE NEW CEO AT YOUR COMPANY?!?!

Odd for her to take such interest in your work life, and have such enthusiasm about it too. Followed by her text message, Rhema sent over an article about the whole thing, clearly expecting you to read up on it.

Y/N: Ummm... yeah? Why? Is he some important guy?

RS: Y/N you have GOT to get out of the rock you live under sometime. How can you NOT know who he is? He was an actor for several years! He played in Days of Our Lives, Dark Angel and Smallville! Not really sure what he did after that, he kinda disappeared after leaving CW completely and from what I hear he hasn't done much acting after that.

Okay so the new boss of everything was some actor you didn't know. Sometimes people change career paths. Although you weren't sure why anyone would stop being an actor especially if they were just starting to get their name out there. You kind of wondered what changed and why he walked away from something like that.

Y/N: Huh... That's cool I guess. Never heard of those shows.

RS: Ugh we are soooo going to get you started on at least Smallville. I wouldn't be able to find him in Days of Our Lives on anything other than maybe little snippets on YouTube. And Dark Angel I may have to get the DVDs on Amazon.

Okay that sounded a little creepy - watching the new owner's old work? Wasn't that kind of odd?

Y/N: I mean okay? Smallville sounds the most interesting out of all of them I suppose. Now get back to work before you get in trouble!

RS: Buzzkill! I think the show's on Hulu so we can watch it tomorrow before I head off to night shift again.

You smiled and you rolled your eyes a little before you set your phone down on the coffee table, only to realize you still have yet to change into your night clothes, or at least something a little more comfortable.

With a soft sigh to yourself, you got up and walked into the hallway and made it to your bedroom.

Your bedroom was a little more decorated than your cubicle at work, but considering you and Rhema rented the place, you didn't exactly want to pay a fee for holes in the walls for whatever decorations you hung up in your room, not that you hung up anything. The walls were an ivory white and you had some black-out curtains at your window. Your bed had a simple white duvet and a throw blanket with some little design you thought was neat when you picked it up at the store one day. You had a plethora of pillows, though you only showed up with one. The other five came from Rhema when she started buying herself more pillows and asked if you wanted her old ones since she didn't feel like making the drive to Goodwill. So you accepted and you lived with a mountain of pillows, not that you could complain, they were comfortable after all.

As for some kind of personalization, you went to the Christmas section in Walmart one year and bought some blue Christmas lights and hung them up with some of those command strip hooks that wouldn't leave holes in the walls. You didn't use the lights often, but every once in a while you turned them on when you couldn't sleep anyways and you'd either read or watch some sort of crime show like Blue Bloods or CSI: New York.

You had a desk in your room that looked more like a little white table and you had a little filing cabinet next to it. On top of the desk you had a monitor, a monitor stand, and a laptop beneath the stand, in front of the stand and monitor you bought the cutest little retro-style keyboard that had the round keys and nearly sounded like a typewriter. You used this little station on the rare occasions you decided you would work from home, whether it was a sick day or maybe a day you had car issues or something like that.

You walked over to your dresser and pulled open one of the drawers before pulling out a pair of black pajama pants and a grey shirt that had a picture of Snoopy and Woodstock on it. It was an over-sized shirt and you felt comfortable in it. After that you walked back out into the living room and sat on the couch again, by that time the show you were listening to had switched to some commercial.

So, you picked up the remote and searched for something to watch, settling on House M. D. since you'd be listening to it more as background noise anyways before you looked at your phone again that was facing up on the coffee table where you left it. You had to admit, when you remembered Rhema sent you the article you were a little curious about what it said.

After all, it never hurt to read up on the new CEO of the company right? What harm could it do?

When you picked up the phone you clicked on the article Rhema sent and began to read. It basically gave a bio of who Mr. Ackles was, confirming what Rhema said about him being an actor in the late 90s and early 2000s before he left the industry. After his acting career ended he started working in manufacturing before he went to school for business and started a company, New Eden Metal Casting, using what wealth he had from his acting days that he didn't spend on school and apparently he had some insane amount of luck or something because more and more people started going to his company, and with more customers there was a demand for more workers, so apparently that was when Jensen started buying different companies, your previous employer included.

You scrolled down a little more and saw there was a little list of the different movies and shows this Jensen guy was a part of and you saw there were even pictures of the characters he played and even you had to admit, he was rather good looking back in the day. It made it shocking that he left in the first place when he could've continued being an actor instead. You were positive he would have had a lot of fans if he stuck with it - well more than what he had now considering Rhema was clearly and old fan of his.

You closed out the article and tossed the phone beside you on the couch before looking at the TV screen, reflecting on what you read about.

Next week out to be interesting, that much was certain, but you were unsure if you were prepared for the changes and getting to know the company's new CEO.

But you supposed there was really only one way to find out: wait for Monday to arrive.

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woso-dreamzzz · 1 year ago

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Uni Love II

Deyna Castellanos x Reader

Summary: You'll follow Deyna anywhere

It was a no-brainer, really.

To follow Deyna from America to Spain. You didn't have roots firmly planted in America anyway, more than happy to disappear across the world with her.

You roll your eyes as girls tumble into your apartment, organised chaos as they strip off their shoes and jackets. You've got a patient file on your lap, jotting down the last of your notes before you slam it shut and place it in your filing cabinet.

"Hola, y/n!" Laia cries as she vaults over the back of the sofa.

You roll your eyes again as you slap her feet off the coffee table and then turn to slap at Elena as she takes a sip from your water. "You are too comfortable in this house!" You declare but they ignore you, fighting over the remote as you make your way to the kitchen.

You lean against the fridge, arms crossed over your chest. "Your teammates are children."

Deyna smiles at you, crossing the space and pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your lips. "But you love them anyway?"

"I love you," You reply," I can tolerate them." You open the fridge. "And I'm not cooking for them. If they want food, they've got to order it."

Deyna nods, yelling out your orders to the rest of the girls in your lounge. "How was work?"

"Long, boring." You shrug. "The usual. I had a teenager come in today looking for antibiotics to treat an STI." You groan. "And then an old granny who definitely is hooking up with the twenty-year old carer that brought her in."

Deyna winces at you weary tone and pulls you into a hug, letting you rest your head against her shoulder. You slump against her and close your eyes, content to sway back and forth in her arms.

"Oi! Lovebirds!" The voice of Laia cuts through your relaxed bubble. "Can we order sushi?"

"You brought her home," You say into Deyna's shoulder," You talk to her."

"She's not a dog."

"No? One of those yappy terriers? Barks when you're eating dinner? Squares up to the bigger dogs?"

You can hear Laia stamp her foot from where she's waiting for your answer in the doorway. "I'm right here!"

You pull yourself out of Deyna's embrace and run a hand over your face. "Don't you have someone else to bother?"

"No!"

"No sushi for you." You kiss Deyna's cheek and brush past Laia back to the lounge.

"But! y/n! That's not fair!"

●～●～●～●～

Trading sunny Spain for rainy England had also been a no brainer.

England was always hunting for doctors so getting a job was easy enough and Deyna settling in at City was even easier.

"Don't touch that!" You snap, firmly placing the ice pack back onto Deyna's swollen ankle, having taken a nasty fall at training.

"It's fine!" Deyna whines, trying once again to remove it. "It's cold!"

"It's meant to be cold!" You whirl around to tuck Laia back into the blankets. "You! Stay still!"

"y/n," She whines too but you silence her with a look. She'd come bursting into your home with the chill and you'd immediately tucked her into a seat with a blanket.

"No!"

You glance around the room, happy that your two patients are doing as you say before falling back on the sofa and grabbing the remote, flicking away from the football game playing.

Laia whines at that too but Deyna doesn't. Instead, she leans her head on your shoulder and places a placating kiss on your neck. You lean into her body too, arm moving to wrap around her shoulders as Laia continues complaining.

"Do we have to keep letting her in?" You ask softly as Laia gets tangled in the blankets as she tries to free herself.

Deyna grins at you. "She'll just bang on the door until we let her in again."

You groan, loudly before returning Deyna's smile. "How's your ankle? Feeling better?"

"Freezing."

You roll your eyes. "But better?"

Deyna rolls her eyes too. "Yeah," She admits finally," It does."

You cup your ear and give her a teasing grin. "What was that? Sorry, I can't quite hear you?"

She sighs, loud and drawn out. "Thank you for your unsolicited medical advice."

You flick her ear. "I'm a doctor. You have the pleasure of getting unsolicited medical advice every day."

She rubs her ear but still presses kisses to your lips. You grin at her, surging forward to slip your tongue into her mouth. She kisses back, a hand coming up to cup your cheek.

Your front door slams open though and you break away, catching Laia's eye (who looks suitably horrified at having seen you and Deyna kissing like that) before turning to look down the hall.

Leila's there - another one of the strays that Deyna's picked up along the way - and you have to suppress a scream of annoyance when you catch the bruise forming along her cheekbone.

"It was an accident!"

#woso x reader #deyna castellanos x reader #deyna castellanos #woso community #woso imagine #woso fanfics #woso

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that-irrelevant-ricecakeaddict · 7 months ago

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SIC PARVIS MAGNA ~[MASTERLIST]~

DC Birds Of Prey x ATEEZ

An au by @that-irrelevant-ricecakeaddict & @seventhcallisto

Character profiles: (Pt. 1) (Pt.2)

{Prologue}

With the only way to make it there by bridges and ferries, a towering city lies on a series of islands connected by bridges. Full of vibrant colors and skyscrapers that make the view even more impressive. The most beautiful glance of the moon rising over the ocean and plenty of places to sightsee. Dreamy, right? Who wouldn't want to live in the darkest and most dangerous place in the world? Notoriously known for being just that. There's an asylum not far away, remote, but still incredibly dangerous. And you have to watch your back every corner you turn. The alleys are full of criminals, which makes the locals fearful. And when the police do nothing to stop it, those same locals will decide to take things into their own hands. Vigilantes roam to protect as well as they can, despite balancing their lives on their fingertips. And then there are those who take it a step farther, anti heros, villains, thieves, and then your heros. All of it, in the City of Seoultham.

With the consistent activity of terrible occurrences in your life- you're really just trying to get by. College is your peak and you're using all of your energy on it. Your job takes up most of your free time, along with the amount of effort it takes to not tell the next set of persistent robbers to stop robbing the same store over and over. And luckily enough, you've got two rowdy best friends that have managed to keep you sane and a brother who supports you with anything you need. Despite their constant worry for your safety in the shady apartment complex you live in. Hey, rent's cheap! Plus, you're not safe anywhere in Seoultham…or anywhere, really. You know that from experience. So it's no big deal. Well.. that is until you're pressed into a corner, hidden behind the bar as gunshots and landed blows are heard over the intense music. The screaming of the party goers file out the door but the sound of shattered glass and knuckles hitting skin doesn't. Tonight, everything will change. All thanks to a series of events that lead to you crouched behind the bar counter and trail you further into something you weren't exactly prepared for.

MAIN STORY

Pt. 1:"Streets"

Pt. 2:"Who??" (COMING SOON)

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rainydayz-nstuff · 1 year ago

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Scarab, Reader is his co-worker (kinda like Prismo, but maybe in different speciality)

Enemies to lovers, pleaseeeeee

Being honest… I haven’t watched Fiona and Cake yet. Mainly because I’m focused on Moomin Valley and HTTYD.

But I just watched so many clips of him and… ooh-

That man fine~

And enemies to lovers is my favorite!

Hope you like it!!

Your job, like Prismo and Scarab, deals with many universes and dimensions.

This time you were given a task to… follow Scarab.

Like that’s it. Just follow him. But you weren’t told to help him so….. you fuck with him.

And he gets pissed.

Just walking down the path of the Farm World, Scarab could feel eyes on him, and he knew which pair it was.

“Scabby! Hey! Buddy, pal, numbskull, how’s it going?”

He knew that voice from anywhere, and he wished he didn’t. He grumbled under his breath while picking up his pace.

You suddenly appeared next to him, making him swerve out of the way. You floated around him, appearing and disappearing while he tried to get further away.

“Come on, don’t be a stick in the mud.” You teased him.

Once you realized he wasn’t going to stop, you sighed and rolled your eyes. Then you appeared next to him, matching his speed.

“Scabby, baby, sweetie-pie, darling-“

He cut you off by grabbing your shoulders and pinning you down to the ground. You could easily teleport somewhere else, but you wanted to see how this would play out.

“If it weren’t for our boss, I would’ve snapped your neck by now!” He yelled.

You blinked carelessly, not bothered by his outburst. “Scarab, you know you can’t do that. Both in the sense of getting fired and the fact that I’m higher up than you. And by how much? Hmm… oh yeah, by one.”

His grip tightened and you just smirked. You then pulled him close by his collar and he instinctively let you go. He stood tall, brushed himself, then walked away.

You sighed dreamily before giggling, then teleporting away so you could bother him later.

He doesn’t see you again until he tried going spider mode on Farm World Finn.

You just popped out of nowhere and held his two speared hands back.

Everyone was confused, scared, intimidated, and… they thought it was hot.

Like, this guy was easily being pushed down by you, who looked badass and low key attractive.

You swore you heard the cat say you should kiss someone, but you’re still not sure who she was referring to.

Scarab, in an effort to distract you, changed his lower mask like face into a real one.

You raised a brow at the sudden change, then he dove in and kissed you.

You froze at the feeling, but then you calmed down and accepted the kiss.

Your grasp weakened as you tried to wrap your arms around his head.

Then, he pushes you off and leaps towards Fiona, Cake, and Simon.

They all disappeared when Simon used the remote.

Your face, still flushed from the face, brightened more in anger at how he stupidly distracted you.

You stomped a bit before disappearing again into Prismo’s room.

After ranting a bit to your now cubed friend you calmed down and found Scarab in another world.

And he was frozen.

You laughed at his frozen state until the top started to melt.

When his face revealed you yelled at him before teasing him for being frozen.

Before he could free himself, you floated up, grabbed his face, and gave him a Spider-Man kiss. (Something you picked up from a comic in another world)

Then before he could say anything, you disappeared in front of his eyes.

Now he was the embarrassed one with feelings he’s too scared to admit.

Hope you enjoyed! Let me know what you guys think for my first time writing this character.

#cartoon network #adventure time #adventure time x reader #cartoon #imagine #x reader #enemies to lovers #scarab fionna and cake #fiona and cake #scarab x reader #scarab #prismo #prismo adventure time

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mysecretlittlelibrary · 8 months ago

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What To Get A 19 Year Old Boy For His Birthday...

Pairing: Platonic! Peter Parker & Reader; Reader x Bucky (but that's not really plot relevant)

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: none as usual, you yell at Strange lol

Genre: super fluff

Summary: You happen to be the only person who still remembers Peter Parker exists and you are not about to hang him out to dry. So what happens when you take Peter in and basically become his guardian? Well- nothing is simple where super-teens are involved, but you and Peter can certainly handle whatever comes your way. Right?

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You from to yourself, feeling like you're forgetting something even though you're just watching TV with Bucky. There's nothing to forget that you can-

"Oh shit-" You gasp sitting up suddenly. Bucky grabs the remote and turns the volume down.

"What?" He frowns shifting to look at you.

"I just realized Peter's birthday's next week and I haven't even thought of what to get him or what to do or-"

"Take a breath y/n. You still have a week." Bucky reminds you with a hand on your shoulder.

"What do I get a nineteen year old boy for his birthday?" You turn to him.

"Why are you asking me?" He blinks.

"You're a guy!"

"I'm a hundred and seven?! I haven't been nineteen in like eighty years, do you really think I would have any idea what a modern teen would want? I can guarantee my interests at nineteen were far different." He scoffs.

"Well what did you want at nineteen?" You ask.

"To avoid another world war?" He shrugs and your mouth drops open.

"I can't fucking stand you." You laugh shoving him lightly.

"Oh come on, how could I resist?!"

"You're so irritating! Be serious." You say fighting giggles.

"Alright, alright, what's the kid interested in?"

"I dunno, comic books, video games, nerdy stuff?" You shrug.

"I've never seen him play video games before." Bucky frowns.

"He plays them on his computer."

"He doesn't have a gaming system of some sort?"

"No?"

"Do you own one?"

"No."

"So get him one of those and a couple of games." Bucky shrugs.

"That's a great idea! And you said you wouldn't know what to get him." You smile.

"I'm sure you could've figured that out."

"You'll come shopping with me won't you? I have no idea what games to get for him honestly."

"How about you take care of the system and I'll worry about the games. Split the cost of this birthday thing."

"What do you mean you're going to worry about the games?" You frown.

"Just trust me. How much is the system anyway?"

"Probably three, maybe four hundred dollars. Depends."

"Sheesh. That's- pricier than I expected honestly." He hums.

"Yeah they can get pretty up there." You shrug.

"Alright then if you buy the system I'll take the kid out and get him an equivalent in games."

"You really wanna spend $600 on his birthday?" You blink.

"I mean he's lost his entire family and he never goes anywhere or talks of friends, we're probably the only people he's going to get gifts from. We can take some of the money from the Stark account." Bucky says. When Tony died there were a couple of accounts set up in your name to take over Avengers related expenses. One to be used for the team's avenging related tasks and one to help the team with personal affects- mostly Thor since he'll likely never have a job here but he's not here that much these days anyway.

"I don't want to get into the habit of using that money, in case of an emergency." You say.

"Baby, you're a witch and I'm a super soldier I can't imagine there will be many emergencies where that money is our only solution. Stark died and we ended up with enough money to change our tax bracket. Six hundred dollars would hardly make a dent and if ever we're in a situation where we do have to use that money for an emergency and we find ourselves $600 short I'm sure neither of us will look back and say 'if only we hadn't given that kid we're responsible for a great birthday gift he loved'." Bucky says.

"Very well, we'll use the Stark account and do it big for him." You say.

"There- now you can stop panicking about his birthday." Bucky pulls you back into his side and turns the volume back up on the TV. You don't point out to Bucky how it seems he's bonded with Peter a bit. At least to some degree since he's suddenly advocating for a big birthday gift for him. You know he'll deny it if you bring it up so you simply smile to yourself at the thought and settle back into his chest. You'll head to the store tomorrow to pick up a console and some birthday supplies.

*~*~*

"Bucky can you grab the candles from the bedroom please baby? They should be in the bag on my desk." You shout while carefully removing the plastic covering from Peter's birthday cake.

"On it!" Bucky calls back from the living room. Moments later, he hands you the opened candles.

"Thank you for opening them." You kiss his cheek and carefully stick the 1 and 9 on the cake without disturbing the Happy Birthday Peter written in blue frosting.

"How long do you think it'll take him to come back?" Bucky asks.

"I only asked him to get some salt, he should be opening the door any minute now." You shrug. "Do you think he suspects anything?"

"Nah, I'll bet when you didn't wish him happy birthday this morning or make anything special for breakfast that he assumed we didn't know or weren't going to make a big deal about it."

"Oh- I hope he's not moping through the streets thinking we forgot." You frown.

"I mean I don't-" Bucky stops suddenly. "He's coming down the hall, light the candles." He tells you. You grab the lighter and quickly light the candles, lifting the cake just as the handle turns.

"Hey. Got the salt you asked for-"

"Happy Birthday Peter!!" You shout when he enters the kitchen.

"Happy birthday kid." Bucky nods.

"You remembered my birthday?"

"Of course I did sweetie! Make a wish." You walk the cake over to him and hold it out for him to blow out the candles. He looks between you and Bucky a couple of times before closing his eyes and blowing out the candles quickly.

"Yay!" You say setting the cake on the counter.

"Thanks guys- I- I kinda thought you'd miss it."

"Nonsense! How could I? Oh and before I forget, your gift." You float the prettily wrapped box from behind the island, into the Peter's hands.

"What is it?"

"You know the point of wrapping a gift is for you to unwrap it in order to find out what's in it." Bucky tells him.

"I know- but I thought maybe you'd tell me anyway." Peter shrugs.

"No way! That ruins the surprise! Open it." You clap excitedly.

"Alright alright." Peter says. He quickly tears off the wrapping paper and his mouth drops open when he fully reveals the box. "You got me an Xbox?" His voice is full of disbelief but you can't say for sure if that's good or not.

"Do you like it?" You ask.

"A-are you kidding?! This is like the best gift I've ever gotten!" Peter says throwing his arms around you. You hug him back relieved that the gift was a success.

"I'm glad! Bucky and I had no idea what to get you." You chuckle.

"You did great." He says.

"This is only the first half of the gift technically. A console needs games, so I'm taking you out to buy some." Bucky adds.

"No way- you don't have to this is already plenty I-I mean these things aren't cheap I don't wanna take advantage of-"

"It's not a question kid, we're going. After lunch." Bucky cuts him off.

"Really? Today?" Peter blinks at him.

"You wanna be able to set that thing up or not?"

"We'll go after lunch." Peter nods. "Are you coming with us y/n?"

"I can't hon I've got some errands to run." You say.

"I hoped we'd all be together for my birthday."

"Don't worry, we'll all be back for dinner together."

"Oh, okay, that's fine then."

He's probably nervous about spending extended time alone with Bucky but you think it'll be good for them to find common ground that's not contingent on you. Obviously, they're capable of coordinating if your anniversary is any indicator. You want to give them the chance to build on that.

In the meanwhile, you have something of equal importance to take care of. You push open the heavy doors to Stephen Strange's lair. He doesn't call it that, and he rather hates it when you do, but that's basically what it is.

"Strange!" You shout.

"Y/n! Hello, to what do I owe this visit?" He asks floating down to meet you. You walk up to him and smack your palm against his forehead. "I guess this isn't a friendly visit then." He hisses rubbing his forehead.

"Not quite." You roll your eyes. A quick succession of hand gestures completes the spell that unlocks Stephen's memories of Peter. He takes a sharp breath as his memories return.

"You know- there are less painful ways do that spell." He says after a moment.

"There are also more painful ways to do that spell be glad I just tapped your forehead." You say.

"Tapped is a bit of an understatement, don't you think?"

"I wanted to beat your ass. Count your blessings I didn't come in here and do that."

"I assume this is about Peter, then?" Stephen sighs.

"Help me with the math here, a 17-year-old comes to you and says 'I want to alter reality' and you don't consider- not doing that?"

"Well hang on I definitely warned him it was a bad idea but he was insistent that it was ruining his life."

"Dude he was 17. A 17 year old will think the world is ending because his best friend moves away before senior year of high school. Granted he's dealt with some pretty intense adult troubles but he's still just a kid and you're like pushing 50 he isn't the responsible party in that situation." You say.

"Watch it, pushing 50 is an exaggeration." Stephen points.

"Not. The point. You altered the very fabric of time and space not once, but twice at the behest of a child."

"It wouldn't have been twice if he hadn't totally screwed up the first one."

"You're the sorcerer not him. It was your spell. Your responsibility." You say.

"Hey he kept adding caveats in the middle of my casting and magic is tricky enough as is without that."

"I know how tricky magic is, which is why I wouldn't have an untrained teenager be part of casting a spell of that magnitude in the first place! It was a bad decision on your part and in the end you got to walk away as if it never even happened. And that might be even more egregious, you completely abandoned the kid after all that chaos."

"Well not completely, I knew the probability of you being unaffected by the spell and thus stepping in was almost 100%."

"Almost 100 isn't 100 and that's still abandoning. The moment you decided to do that spell for him you took on a responsibility." You say.

"So what was I supposed to do? Simply take him in?" He scoffs.

"Well when you take away his entire support system with a spell that is the least you can do Strange."

"He knew the consequences, and it all worked out fine. He's got you now." He shrugs.

"I wonder if you just don't hear yourself speak or if you truly struggle with emotional intelligence so severely." You take a moment to really look at him as if the answer will come to you if you stare at him for long enough. "Whatever, I didn't come here just to yell at you."

"Really? I couldn't have guessed that."

"Today is Peter's birthday. I came to fix your memories so you could send him a birthday card." You say.

"Why would I do that?" He frowns.

"Because your botched spell resulted in the death of his only remaining living relative? We're all he's got."

"Hey I fixed that situation to the best of my ability."

"And it didn't bring his aunt back. It also cost him every relationship he's ever developed. Send him a damn card. Today." You spin around and walk back towards the door. "Be glad I won't drop him on your doorstep. He doesn't deserve that punishment." You scoff, waving the doors open and heading back towards your own apartment to get started on dinner.

"So how did game shopping go?" You ask Bucky and Peter once you're all sat eating dinner.

"Oh we got way more than I would've expected. Mr. Bucky was overly generous I just hope it's clear how greatful I am."

"You've thanked me at least 10 times in the last hour. You've been more than clear kid. It's your birthday so you can stop now."

"I'm glad you had a nice time." You chuckle.

"What did you get up to while we were out baby?" Bucky asks.

"Just some errands nothing interesting." You shrug.

"Nothing interesting?" He raises an eyebrow.

"A little of this a little of that. My to-do list never ends really. Some shopping, I hit the bank, made some visits. You know how it goes."

"I dunno about you but that sounds rather suspicious to me Peter." Bucky turns to him.

"Definitely." Peter nods.

"I clearly made a mistake letting you two spend the afternoon together." You roll your eyes grabbing yours and Peter's now empty plates.

"We will discover your secrets y/n." Bucky warns.

"Good luck with that." You chuckle kissing Bucky's temple before walking the dishes over to the sink.

"Oh no you don't, you cooked, I'll do the dishes." Bucky wraps his hands around your waist and moves you from in front of the sink.

"Fine fine, Petey you want help setting up your Xbox then?" You ask.

"Sure! Is it okay to set it up in my room?"

"Of course it is. It's your thing. Plus if you end up playing all day long I don't want you taking over my living room." You tap his shoulder.

"Cool." He chuckles.

It doesn't take you long to set up the system in his room, it's just a matter of plugging in it and then the rest is for him to do on his own, make an account and such. You're just about to leave his room when a small portal appears in front of him.

"Peter. Happy birthday." Strange says reaching through with a card. You hold back a smile as Peter takes the card with obvious shock on his face.

"T-thanks Mr. Strange." Peter says. Stephen nods and closes the portal without another word.

"I didn't think he remembered me." Peter blinks at you.

"The world works in mysterious was huh." You ruffle Peter's hair. "I'll leave you to get used to your new toy." You add before exiting his room and joining Buckyin the living room.

"Okay, so where did you go today? Really?"

"Honestly I had to go yell at Strange for some magic related things." You say.

"What did he do?"

"It's complicated. Let's just say it'll be a while before I leave our timeline in his hands if ever again." You muse.

"Ah is that why you didn't bring it up at dinner? So the kid doesn't ask about Strange?"

"Yeah basically." You shrug. You're sure Bucky means in terms of Peter not knowing that you're an Avenger or whatever but seeing as you can't explain the real reason you didn't want to talk about it at dinner you see no reason to correct him at the moment. Eventually you'll give him all the details, but today has been good for all of you, you'd like to end on a high.

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withacapitalp · 2 years ago

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Countdown Pt 2

Follow up to this thing I wrote yesterday

People always acted funny when they saw his timer. They usually reacted in two ways- either they tried to pretend that they didn’t see it, or they said how sorry they were.

That’s not enough time.

Oh I wish you had more time.

Only a few days? I’m sorry honey.

But Steve had never been upset about it. Sure, he only had less than a week with his soulmate, but that only meant that their time was more treasured. They understood that they had to make every second count.

Wasn’t that a good thing?

“You’ll understand someday, Steven,” His mother had said quietly into her wine glass one night when it was just the two of them at home. She was sitting on the couch, flipping through their photo album idly, holding Steve hostage with stories about how good things used to be. How in love his parents were, once upon a time. How happy they used to be before the job, before the promotion, before the big house in Loch Nora.

(They really mean before they had him. Not that either of his parents will ever admit that)

“You’ll understand,” She repeated in a whisper, taking another long sip.

“What will I understand?” Steve replied. Usually he tried to stay as still and silent as possible on nights like these, did his best to pretend like he didn’t exist, waiting for her to finally wave a hand and release him to his room. But this time he didn’t get it.

“You’ll understand that this? This is a curse,” She spat out, holding up her right arm and showing him her timer. All zeroes. His mother’s soulmate had died when he was ten, but her timer had counted down. She had met him at some point in her life though. She knew him, but she hadn’t lived a life with him. Whoever he was, he had died alone.

Steve had always wondered about that, always wanted to ask. If she knew who her soulmate was, why not be with them? If she had found that person, why not make every second count?

“It’s a curse,” His mother had said, continuing when Steve didn’t say anything in response, finishing what was left in her glass, “Especially yours. I remember the first time I saw your timer. It was right after you were born. I was holding you against me, you were so little then, so sweet, and I looked down, and I saw it. Five days. What kind of God would only give my baby five days? Not a good one,”

Steve wasn’t exactly sure what kind of God was out there. If he was being fully honest, he wasn’t sure he believed in God at all.

He believed….in the universe. He believed in something linking them all, something that knew them and wanted them to find the person that completed their lives. The Universe knew that Steve and his soulmate were strong enough to handle five days, four hours, and twenty two minutes. That unnamed unexplained universe knew that they would know what to do with that time.

Steve had plans for his five days, four hours, and twenty two minutes.

When he found that person, the first thing he was going to do was hold them for at least five of those minutes. Steve loved hugs, and his parents hated them, but his soulmate would love them too. He knew that for sure.

So a five minute hug, and then he’d ask where they wanted to go. The two of them would travel to wherever his soulmate wanted. Steve had the money, he’d been saving every single birthday and Christmas check he had gotten since he was nine. By now, it was more than enough for two tickets to anywhere in the world.

They would spend the whole plane ride talking and getting to know each other. They would laugh, probably a little too loudly, and annoy everyone else around them with how infatuated they were with each other.

Maybe they’d go to Paris. Stroll through the city, eat pastries, stuff like that. Maybe they would end up in some remote part of the world where it felt like they were the only two people on the planet.

Maybe they’d just stay in Hawkins. Hole up in his house, listen to records, swim in the pool, or lie in bed all day.

A hug, possibly a trip, and after that it was up to his soulmate. Steve wasn’t going to monopolize their five days with just his ideas. He had a bunch of suggestions if they didn’t know what they wanted, but those were the only two things he really cared about.

He didn’t hug his soulmate when they finally laid eyes on each other. Steve didn’t even realize his timer had started counting down.

He was too busy thinking about the broken bottle being held against his neck.

By the time he and Eddie both realized that their timers had started, they were already in the thick of things. Steve had seen it while Nancy was wrapping her sweater around his waist to try and stem some of the blood coming gushing out of him from the bat bites. He had put both hands in his hair just to try and give himself some other pain to ground with, and his timer caught his eye.

It was already on three days.

He had only met one new person in the last two days. One new person who always hid his timer under a leather cuff around his wrist.

Steve did go through with his plans, but it was a funhouse mirror version of them, twisted and wrong.

They did hug, but it wasn’t something soft or intimate. Eddie had woken Steve up from a nightmare on their second to last day, and Steve had laid in his arms shaking for two of their final forty eight hours.

They did go on a trip of sorts, if stopping the apocalypse in an alternate dimension counted as a trip. They went, but they didn’t stay together.

God, if Steve had a chance to do it all over again, he never would have let Eddie out of his sight.

There was no avoiding fate, no changing what The Universe had planned. Steve has always been aware of that. He’s known that as fact his entire life. But still. Maybe things would have gone the way they were supposed to if they had been together.

Because it was supposed to be him that died.

His entire life he had known it was going to be him.

Steve has imagined it a thousand different ways. A random heart attack, or a freak accident, maybe even saving his soulmate’s life somehow. He had never even thought to consider it might be his soulmate saving him instead.

It was perfect. Dustin and Eddie would be far away from the danger, and Robin and Nancy were going to be just fine. Steve had no idea when it was coming, but it was going to happen in this final fight. They would win and he would have to do something stupid to make sure they did. Something off plan that would end up killing him.

Except, he didn’t do anything that wasn’t in the plan.

It went off without a hitch. Well, there was a pretty scary moment where there had been vines around his neck choking him, but the rest had gone exactly as they wanted it too. He and Robin had torched the monster, and then Nancy shot him in the head.

Vecna was dead, burning to ash on the floor in front of them. They did it. They actually fucking did it.

The elation of that was unlike anything Steve had ever experienced. The bone deep relief of knowing everyone he loved was finally safe, that this was finally over. That he had somehow lived to get to see it all.

He had lived.

He…..he was still alive.

Steve hadn’t even thought to look down at his timer. He had been so busy just reacting, being in the moment of the fight. The fight was over. They had won. Everyone was safe now.

Steve was still alive.

He looked at his timer. All zeroes.

How long had it been all zeroes?

Steve took an experimental breath, and then another. Still breathing. Still alive. He looked down at his wrist. Still all zeroes. It was like he was looking at a puzzle with only one piece left, holding that last piece in his hand, but unable to make it fit for some reason. There was just something that was so wrong.

There were two options when it came to Timers. You died, and your timer vanished, or your timer hit zero, and your soulmate died. There were two options.

Steve had just never considered the other one.

And by the time he ran out of the Creel House, it was already too late. Steve knew that. He was running anyway. He wouldn’t believe it until he saw Eddie for himself. His mother’s voice filled his ears the entire time.

“You’ll understand that this? This is a curse,”

Steve had promised himself he would never think about his timer that way. Promised that he would never be like his mother.

But she might have been right about this.

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Would it just be perfect timing if MK had decided it was time to hatch during the trial for Macaque's soul? Like, Wukong be there spinning this sob story (that's actually mostly true for once) about how he jsut wanted to ensure his child could comenintot he world safely and it would be so very cruel to drag his Bama to Diyu before be even has a chance to see their precious little one! Then Wukong suddenly freezes, ever god and goddess of childbirth, motherhood, and children present suddenly tenses, and the court goes silent.

Wikong jsut whispers out: Oh... the baby.

And suddenly, they're all hurrying to get Wukong to the infirmary or his quarters (the original ones built for him when he first became the Great Sage and before he ruined the festival, nobkdy had bothered to remodel them), anywhere really so long as it's not in the middle of the FREAKING THRONE ROOM!! The good news, literally every maternity god and goddess is there to play wetnurse and tend to Wukong or help keep Macaque calmed (a job that mainly falls to Nez Ha because Macaque is very much freaking out). Bad news is that Wukogn was REALLY hoping his egg would have picked a better time and place because the Heavenly Court and being tended to by the Queen Mother herself (she's THE mother goddess of China, guys, she'llhe involved alongside Guanyin) and every other god remotely related to his child wasn't in his list things he wanted to do. One unexpected benefit of this was that after all was said and done, Sun Qi Xiaoation's arrival had actually helped to push the trial into Wukong's favor since not a lot of people are willing to separate a new mother from her mate right after giving birth, although Wukong will be forced to spend several weeks if not months in the Celestial Realm afterwards during his recovery.

referencing SWK in Heaven's Court.

Oh gosh just imagine. The Stone Egg has been comfortably baking for nearly 500 years, it's parent is awake and has been reunited with their mate, and they're being exposed to a lot of healthy divine magical energy.

So when Wukong steps into the Jade Palace, its like a countdown to when the Egg decides "Hey Imma hatch like right now."

More writting under read more cus talk of childbirth stuff;

Continue'd;

The trial for Macaque's soul and LBD's contract takes hours to resolve, and Wukong is getting more and more frustrated as it drags on, even with Fire Star's amazing lawyer-ing.

Doesn't help that Wukong's stomach has been feeling like a washing machine all day and he seems to have mega indigestion that won't go away. A bunch of gods also keep looking at him with weird concerned glances - Weirdos.

Then, after Wukong is forced to explain his condition/why he sought out immortality in the first place - a small trickle is heard in the quiet courtroom.

Wukong quickly looks down, super embarassed thinking he's lost control of his body - only for him and the witnesses to notice that the liquid is clear.

Complete and utter chaos breaks out in the Throne Room as the situation sinks in.

Someone is giving birth in the Throne Room of the Jade Emperor. And it's THE MONKEY KING!!!

Guanyin, in the defence's side: "BED. NOW." (*Wukong is lifted up by Pigsy and Sandy into a soft cloud-like bed and is brought to the nearest guest room. A bunch of maternity gods follow them, including the Queen Mother herself. Nezha escorts Macaque in seeing how the Shadow Monkey is handcuffed.*) Wukong: "H-hey! I thought the water breaking can still mean a few hours to go!" Guanyin: "Normally yes. But it seems you've been in active labor since the trial started. Your baby wants out now." Wukong: "You sure-OW!" *contractions get stronger* "Yep! It's trying to bust out all right!"

The room has to be closed off from lookyloos as it's already stuffed with at least ten people - most family or gods. Nezha and Sandy are helping Macaque breathe slowly as the shadow monkey/other parent of the baby (at least according to what was heard in the trial) is panicking like any other bama would.

Tang and Princess Iron Fan are at Wukong's side, holding his hand as any good family would, wondering how thrilled DBK would have been to be here. PIF is glad that the Ao-Long couple agreed to babysit little Redson on earth during the Trial, as she's certain that her fireball would have bitten and charged at anyone that came close to his favorite monkey. Pigsy is outside the guest room with all the royal court members, offering to make them some coffee and noodles as he makes some calls to earth - they agree but are a bit confused why Marshal Tianpeng is here and why his cooking is so good?

The Queen Mother is ultimately the one who catches the cracking egg-shaped thing as Wukong pushes it out into the world. Within seconds of touching the air, the shell of the egg practically explodes, leaving a tiny, screaming newborn in the Goddess's palm.

Wukong is sobbing with joy as he hears the healthy crying chirps coming from his baby. He sees them squirming as Guanyin washes remnants of the Stone Egg from their body. His little one is so strong and perfect already.

Macaque escapes his bindings via shadow portal (Nezha: "Hey!") to join his mate on the bed, no god moves to stop him. Mac doesn't last long before he's crying into Wukong's neck at the sight of *their* cub. The cub is quickly wrapped in the shadow monkey's (thankfully laundered) red scarf before being passed into Wukong's excited arms.

The baby isn't a direct copy of the Monkey King. Their face marking is a brownish half-heart that scatters into freckles at their chubby cheeks. Their fur is a silky brown-black almost the texture and shade of Macaque's(!!). They keep their eyes closed for the moment, far more interested in latching on to their birth parent's chest for their first meal.

And if Wukong doesn't feel like he's holding a little piece of heaven in his arms right now, he'd be lying to himself.

Wukong: "Xiaotian. You are my Xiaotian."

A series of quiet Awws ripples through the room and into the hallway beyond the closed doors. The Queen Mother even smiles.

SWK wins his case against Heaven and Diyu for his mate's soul. Even the gods can't bare to separate this new family. Preparations are made to apprehend the Lady Bone Demon for creating a geas that violated Diyu's laws.

PIF pays Fire Star generously for their lawyering.

#century stone egg au #stone egg talk #childbirth tw #pregnancy tw #sun wukong #liu er mihou #six eared macaque #shadowpeach #qi xiaotian #lmk aus #lego monkie kid #lmk

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