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Be My Witness

Part 4 - Turn of the 21st Century

Word Count: 5414

Fem!Reader, intimate!platonic Reader x Angel, Reader x Stolas, (eventual) intimate!platonic Reader x Alastor

Trigger Warning!!- mentions of abuse (physical and sexual), heavyish (and in one instance, non consensual) drug use, alcohol use, light descriptions of blood, rich people

A/N: heyooo!! this chapter IS indeed linear just very fast paced until the end of the chapter! which goes into a plot line that i thought of LITERALLY as i was already halfway thru writing this part. its gonna be fun tho so stick with me and lets see where this goes! i promise we'll be getting to the characters and plot of HH vEry soon!! :)

Y/n intended on keeping the details about that day to herself.

Apart from the trauma of rehashing the moment, she also didn't want to upset Angel anymore. She knew that he put up with his own load of shit when it came to Valentino. She didn't see a point in piling her own on top.

Angel left room for the conversation, of course. He didn't want her to think she couldn't talk to him about it.

But every time that heavy, tense pause came around in the conversation, she always pushed on with a forced twitch of her lips and an uncomfortable huff of air. Then she'd change the subject.

Angel tried not to let it get to him. He wanted to be there, to hear her out and help unburden her mind. It nearly frustrated him that she was always so quick to avoid talking about it.

But then, only a week or so after Y/n's scary encounter, Angel showed up at her door. Leaning awkwardly against the post, sporting a shiner, he held his side carefully and painfully.

Y/n was quick to usher him inside.

Even though seeking out Y/n had been his first instinct, Angel remembered then why exactly she didn't want to talk about the things Valentino does to them behind closed doors.

A new step in their relationship had been reached that evening .

As best he tried, Angel couldn't hide his nerves from her. He sat down on her sofa, slinging his bag onto the floor next to him.

Minding his jittery exterior, she joined him silently on the couch.

Angel couldn't bring himself to say anything other than a string of courses. No names were given but she already knew who it was directed at.

She wanted to laugh. Just a small chuckle, to ease some tension and let him know she understood, but it clearly wasn't the time for that.

Angel's chest began to heave with panicked attempts at breathing. His two lower hands gripped the arm of the sofa and his upper two held his shaking head.

Y/n tried soothing him in any way she could think of, but nothing seemed to work; he just got more and more agitated. She stopped trying to use words or touch, and went straight for what he did best. Arguably, even better than sex.

She leaned over and snatched up his bag and, not bothering to ask permission, she rummaged through it. Finally, she pulled away with his makeup-turned-stash bag. She could feel his eyes on her.

There wasn't much in it right now. A couple of joints, a lighter, a small compact mirror, and a baggie of fine white powder. Bingo.

She snatched up the baggie and poured out two lines on her coffee table, then sat back for Angel to take over.

He did immediately. But when he pulled away, he had left one of the lines. He straightened, pausing to let the high hit, then he fell back against the couch with a heavy, relieved sigh.

“Fuck. That's exactly what I needed…” he breathed.

Y/n watched him for a minute. All the strain in his muscles eased away and he was finally taking deeper breaths. She could practically feel the relief radiating off of him.

She looked at the leftover line on the table.

Decades she had fought this temptation. She found motivation in her human death and hellish rebirth to find a way forward that wasn't dependent on substance. And making her movies had made that so easy. But now she got the feeling that that was all over.

The last time Y/n had a bump, she was still alive on Earth. The cocaine craze had been entering a low point in the years before she died so it wasn't really her choice of drug. And she didn't have much experience with it to begin with. Especially when she had cabinets full of medical grade shit right in front of her.

But difficult times….

Uncertainty flooded her mind, followed quickly by complete indifference. If Valentino was going to take one of the only good things she had, she was done being on her best behavior. There was no reason to be anymore.

She moved on impulse; leaning in close, plugging a nostril, and inhaling deeply in one swift swoop.

When she sat back, Angel grabbed her shoulder. Y/n looked at him evenly. In his eyes was a mix of concern and excited disbelief, a total opposite to the pained scowl that donned his face only a few minutes ago.

He started with a chuckle. “You got quite the pair on you, sugar.” Then he turned serious, hands moving to hers. “You sure you'll be okay?”

He wasn't just talking about the drugs. That only came about because of what had happened a couple days ago, and he knew that. They both did. No, now he was confronting her about what she had been avoiding since that day.

Until now, it had been a difficult question to answer. But as the stimulant hit her system, she found her reply came much easier than before. Her heart pounded in her chest and she felt a surge of boldness take hold of her.

Y/n reached for his face, grasping it firmly but tenderly in her hands.

“I am now,” she said, a glint in her eye.

And that was the beginning of a new era.

It was tame enough to start. The duo would go out clubbing nearly every night, against Valentinos wishes, consuming any drug they could get their hands on.

It was an exhilarating new look on Y/n that Angel had never seen before.

Meanwhile, Valentino was quick to put them back to work. Never mind that the bruises he had dealt her hadn't even fully healed yet.

Valentino’s voice crackled through the phone. “Y/n. You've missed call-time thrice now, and time is money... Do you want me to come get you myself?” His voice was sickly sweet. It made her stomach churn.

She answered quickly but quietly. “No, Val.”

“Then…?”

“It's just…” She paused heavily, afraid of what his reaction might be. “I'm still… bruised.”

An airy little giggle floated through the line.

“That's what your gift is for, mami.”

As she suspected, every week, there was a new porno for Y/n to shoot. And every week, she came in, wired off whatever drug she and Angel had gotten themselves into that week.

Eventually, Valentino summoned Y/n to his office, though it took her a few days to gather the courage to face him. It would be the first time she'd be seeing him in person since he had roughed her up.

Entering Val's office, she was greeted by his mischievous smile, him, perched on his desk. She didn't like it one bit.

He had ruined himself for her and she couldn't look at him the same anymore.

Before, he had been her facilitator of dreams. They came at a cost but it was a small price to pay. Now she was still paying that cost and was getting nothing in return. Save for the housing, income and so called “protection”.

A decade it took for her to regret her deal, as it turned out.

“Mami,” he drawled. “It took you long enough. I was starting to think you were avoiding me…”

She held her tongue, swallowing the wicked comment she so very badly wanted to spit at him.

“You'll be happy to hear, your newest films are doing amazing. Especially that first one,” his chest rumbled with laughter. “Audiences really liked the rawness of it.”

Y/n stifled the chill that threatened to tear down her back. Instead, she forced herself to maintain his eye contact.

“Listen, mami. I've decided you and I are going to embark on our own little business venture together."

Now what the fuck did that mean? He was just putting her in her place about how she wasn't bringing in enough money, now he wanted her to head some campaign with him? Y/n was bristling. This demon's audacity never fucking ends.

“What do you want?” She bit.

Val's smile deepened as he stood, and Y/n braced herself. For what she wasn't sure, but after how he had left her last time…

His hands found her shoulders and guided her towards the loveseat in the corner of the room, sitting her down. Her ears twitched nervously when he sat closely beside her.

“Bueno, primero,” he took her hand, examining it delicately. “I need one final test run.”

If it had processed faster, she would have fought him on it. But he was moving before he finished talking, reaching into his pocket and flipping open a small knife.

He nicked her quick on the flesh of her palm.

His grasp on her wrist tightened and he brought her hand up to his face. She tried to pull away but it only made his grip hurt more.

Frustration sat thick in her throat, silently furious as his tongue slipped out to collect a droplet of her blood.

His intrusion didn't stop there. He took his thumb and ran it over her fresh wound, collecting more crimson. Finally, he brought it up to her lips and swiped it across them, smearing red like lipstick.

Defeated tears welled in her eyes as she looked into his.

Full of intrigue, he raised an expectant brow at her before she finally succumbed, swiping her tongue over her lip.

The next few minutes went by grudgingly slow.

After Val was satisfied with her obedience, he leaned her back against the arm of the sofa.

She didn't fight him.

He had his way with her while he waited for results, running his hands over her body, his lips following suit. She let him inflict his will on her, again. She figured, better let him have his way like this, instead of beating on her.

It seemed Val was starting to feel it, taking more time than usual to explore her body, tracing every stripe and dot. Kissing her hips like he'd never felt the sensation of skin on his lips before.

She only noticed her own high when his kisses started slowing down. She had been too busy fighting off her emotions to notice when the first stages had kicked in. But now, the visuals were beginning.

They both slowed. Val in his soft afflictions on her body, and her in her inward struggle against him.

The ceiling above Y/n fractured and shifted, swirling like something was trying to break through dimensions. The colors weren't as vibrant as she'd seen them before, closer to pastels against the dark, shadowy ceiling. She only watched, relatively accustomed to the psychedelic visuals.

Valentino sat up suddenly and surveyed the room, his gaze landing on her lastly. Still on the couch, he kneeled over her reclined body, trapping her beneath him.

“Mami.”

His breath blew across her face, making her look at him. Never mind that he was already looming over the length of her.

“Yes, Valentino?”

“We're gonna make so much money.”

There was no discussion to be had, but that didn't mean she wasn't going to try. She advocated, pleaded, begged.

Val would have none of it.

He was lucky he had posted security outside his office or she would have taken off into the night. But they snatched her up and threw her back into the room with him.

After Val managed to talk and sit her back down on the couch, he called out for one of his workers who rushed in with a rolling tray. There were various things on it; gauze, alcohol wipes, a handful of glass vials, a small surgical blade.

“Just a little to start,” Valentino promised, leaving her with an incision on her upper right arm.

And he was true to his word. Of the three sessions they had in the first month, he only took four or five vials.

But then he started getting more and more greedy. Calling her over more often, making her stay, and bleed, longer. He went from simple bloodletting to full on blood drives.

Surgical blades were replaced by butterfly needles, glass vials taken over by baggies on a drip stand.

Val was generous enough to get her an IV, but it only helped so much.

Even Angel had started making comments about how pale or sickly she looked anytime he came over.

Valentino only told her she looked sexy as ever.

This business venture was the exact thing she had been avoiding by keeping this knowledge to herself. It seemed all her worst fears were coming true in a matter of weeks. Her mind couldn't keep up with all the decisions being made for her, she just pushed herself along so that Valentino didn't kill her. Or whatever the equivalent to that was now.

Before she knew it, the next decade passed. I guess fearing for you life makes the years flash by before your eyes. Or maybe it was the immeasurable amount of drugs and alcohol she and Angel souped themselves up on daily to cope with their boss.

Valentino had really stepped up to the plate towards the end of the 80s. When he saw an opening, he seized it, effectively claiming a chunk of territory for himself in the Entertainment District, and earning himself the official title of a Sovereign Overlord.

The first couple of years, he was very distracted with all his new and heightened tasks; keeping souls and demons under control, maintaining territory borders, expanding where he could, etcetera, etcetera...

Y/n saw him less and less, and took advantage of that while she could, skipping out on her doctors appointments, as Val had come to call them.

That didn't last long though.

Valentino himself began accompanying her to her appointments.

He had made his point clear to her the first time he'd stopped by to pick her up, giving her a dislocated shoulder before hauling her off to her session. Nevertheless, he showed up outside her apartment on the dot, every time after that.

"You know, I've got the hang of my appointment schedule now, Val. You really don't have to waste your time playing chaperone," she coaxed.

Valentino smiled wryly. "Its no problem, mami. You know I enjoy seeing you so..." He looked her up and down. "Vulnerable."

One of the brighter sides of this decade was when Angel met Cherri Bomb. If Angel was a connoisseur of drugs, Cherri was whatever came after that.

Her knowledge and ability to mix narcotics was like none other Y/n had seen before. Aside from knowing the combinations to get the exact results she was looking for, she knew all the best hangover remedies as well.

The three of them were inseparable for a time, gaining them quite the reputation of being reckless and destructive. That was mostly Cherri and Angel's doing, as Y/n was naturally the more laid back one. But she was always there, picking them up and half-assedly apologizing on their behalf.

Unless, of course, she beat both of them to it.

When Y/n did have the energy, she danced. For as long as her body would physically allow her. And then she'd pass out. In their booth, in the bathroom, on the dancefloor. Wherever she happened to be when her body decided it had enough for the night.

When she got like that, Angel was never more than five paces away from her. He had to be ready to scoop her up at a moments notice before she got herself trampled, or worse, stolen away by some perv. Both situations very nearly happening before.

When she dropped, Angel was quick to get her home before heading back out with Cherri. He didn't mind being her lookout one bit. He knew it meant Y/n wasn't thinking about Val or whatever it was that was making her sick.

Speaking of, when he asked her upfront about her health and if she was seeking help, she curtly told him she already had doctors appointments every week. Those doctors weren't doing shit, if you asked Angel.

He even went to Val, boldly and earnestly telling him that he was very concerned for his friend and coworker.

Valentino only patronized him before shooing him away.

With Valentino's new territory came new housing opportunities. Val up and packed from the apartment he and Angel shared, and moved to the heart of his territory; an unfinished, abandoned, and severely vandalized building. Val said most of the main part of the structure still needed to be built but that once it was, it would be their central hub of operation. Porn studios, sex shops, strips clubs, anything a twisted mind could come up with.

But in the meantime, Angel moved in with Y/n.

And while the doe absolutely adored living with him, it made keeping her situation with Val to herself, pretty difficult.

She had taken to wearing long sleeves around the house. Partly because of the ever present chill deep in her bones. But also because, with all her blood being drained, the needles left bruises. And she simply didn't have the energy to illusion them away when she was home.

She wished keeping this secret was as simple as wearing concealing clothing.

More than once, Angel had literally caught her as she tumbled through their doorway, nearly crashing to the ground. More than once, she's had to convince him that she would be okay, and that Val wasn't hurting her… not directly, anyway. More than once she fell asleep in Angel's warm arms, shivers melted away by his body heat.

His arms were her new favorite resting place.

Angel had assumed his role happily, beckoning her to sit with him whenever they were near each other, even if she wasn't looking particularly pale or chilled.

He found comfort in the way she leaned into him fully. Especially at nighttime, when the world got quieter but his thoughts got louder. The weight of her limbs across his antsy body, lulled him to sleep.

Oftentimes, Angel would wake with a jolt in the middle of the night, which in turn woke Y/n.

She would soothe him and ask what's wrong, and he'd recount his unsettling dreams. But whatever awful situation his subconscious put him in, he'd finish with how Y/n always found him. Sometimes, she convinces him to wake from his dream, sometimes she defeats the villains and rescues him from their clutches herself.

Through him, she discovered she had another ability. One she was happy to share.

They experimented together, being able to test the bounds of her newfound gift in the safety of their shared flat. And Angel got some of the best nights of sleep he'd had in a long, long while.

All through the 90s and well into the early 2000s, Y/n, Angel and Cherri ran around the Pentagram, causing chaos and wreaking havoc on whoever dared step in their way.

Val was doing some schedule shifting and, in place of her obligations to film pornos, he sent her out for in-person gigs again. She was grateful to have the opportunity to be back on a stage.

Back when she was doing films her way, live stage performances were up there with her favorite work to do. It was the one thing she still really looked forward to, despite the patrons wandering hands...

But next to cabarets and dance shows, she was also escorting again. She thought she was going to fancy parties before. Those paled in comparison.

Huge, lavish mansions and haughty, royal demons. Valentino even took her shopping for clothing better fit for such occasions. And she was appreciative of the new wardrobe… not so much how he looked her up the whole time and insisted on taking her to bed afterward.

Still, she made a joyful routine of getting ready. And the days where Angel was home while she was getting ready, were that much more joyous. It was reminiscent of their early days hanging out together.

“Alright, sugar. You knock ‘em dead tonight.” Angel took her face in his hands and kissed her cheek tenderly. “I'll see you in the morning.”

Y/n nodded in his hands before pulling away. He opened the door for her as she tucked her handbag under her arm, and gathered the skirt of her shimmering purple dress, before finally ducking into the car with a final smile at him.

The chauffeur pulled away from the curb, and suddenly all her nerves came crashing down on her. Angel was disappearing in the distance, and her dress felt too tight and scratchy, her makeup, thick and heavy on her skin. The car was moving too fast and she felt like the back seat was caving in on her.

She reached for her clutch and swiftly pulled out her own cache of powder, preparing some on her hand and inhaling quickly. She finally let herself relax and watch the world pass by outside the window.

Eventually, they pulled up to a sizable gate. They passed through after a moment, and made their way around the driveway before the car slowed to a halt. Y/n took another bump, then scrambled to put her stash away as a footman opened the door from the outside. She clipped her purse shut and quickly brushed away the dust on her upper lip.

The footman took her hand and helped her out of the car, allowing her to take a look around.

The mansion she had just arrived at was bustling with demons, mostly all large in stature, all holding drinks and mingling. The building's purple facade glistened with stars and constellations from the nighttime sky. An earthly view Y/n so desperately missed.

Elegant music drifted out of the grand double doors, enticing her to move her legs.

She thanked the footman imp and continued up the staircase, ears twitching, listening for the subject of gossip for the night. From what she gathered, there was an upcoming royal marriage and sides were already being taken; bride or groom.

She already felt bad for the couple-to-be. And she didn't even know them.

She made her way inside the ballroom. In the left corner was a small stage and a piano where the music was coming from. To the right, an impressively large open bar.

And directly across from her, at the very end of the breathtaking ballroom, was a chandelier. Jeweled and gleaming, it hung high from the ceiling, but its crystals just about reached the floor, descending in a wide, gentle spiral.

Y/n nestled down at the bar, ordering herself a drink before clocking in. As she waited for her beverage, a pair of servants heatedly conversed behind the counter.

“What do you mean, we don't have more entertainment for the evening?” One said, incredulously.

“I mean,” the other gave a pointed look to the grand piano on the small stage across the room. A plump little imp sat behind it. “I thought I was bookin’ a whole group, but it's just one guy who plays a buncha different instruments. What a load of crap.” He threw his dish rag down. “And now the boss is gonna have my head for it.”

Her drink was placed beside her.

She sipped at it, listening to the two behind her bicker as she watched the little imp over the rim of her glass.

The demon was focused on the page, following the music quickly with his eyes and fingers. Every once in a while his hand came up to find the corner of his page before flipping it hurriedly. He swayed with the music as he played, keeping tempo for himself.

An idea brewed in Y/n's mind, though she was sure it would get her in trouble with Val. Still, she contemplated for a short second. Then she set her resolve before finishing her drink, and making her way slowly to the pianist.

She weaved through nobles, softly touching elbows and giving coy smiles. She did her job, being particularly alluring, flirting with anyone who looked her way.

These avian aristocrats were the most aloof and conceited group of people Y/n had ever worked with. It was a strange new challenge, one she was quick to dominate.

She lifted her chin and sneered right back at any judgmental looks, mirroring arched brows and pursed lips to a T. It was as if these demons wanted her to be rude back at them, because as soon as she was, they actually, finally conversed with her.

She enjoyed playing their little game.

After making a few rounds, she found her way back towards the piano. As she approached, she noticed various instrument cases lined up against the wall behind the imp. They all remained closed.

The pianist didn't look at her as she approached, attention planted firmly on his pages of music.

Luckily the song was coming to an end, the musician’s fingers slowing before striking a final chord and pulling away. She stepped up then, clearing her throat to pull his attention.

“Do you know any standards?” She asked assertively, flashing a confident smile. The demon nodded slowly, then started listing songs she had never heard of before. “No, uh.” She laughed awkwardly. “Earth standards? Like from the living world?”

He gave her an understanding smile paired with a raised finger, asking her for a moment. He turned away to shuffle through his bag.

Meanwhile, Y/n looked back out over the crowd.

Against one of the windowed walls, near that gorgeous chandelier, was a baldachin of sorts. Jeweled cloths, purple and magenta fabrics, draped delicately next to each other.

As she admired the assembly of textiles, a tall figure emerged from beneath it. He turned his head towards the small stage where she stood.

Even with the several feet of distance between them, she could make out his birdish features. Long dark feathers framed his face and protruded up like horns off the top of his head, a large golden crown nestled neatly between them. His sharp eyes seemed to be looking at her accusingly.

She turned back to the imp.

He had pulled out a binder of sorts, full of sheet music. Y/n moved around to stand behind him now, leaning over his shoulder to take a look as he flipped through his collection. Her tail fluttered happily; this was more than enough for her to work with.

After essentially telling him she was hijacking his set, which he took rather well, they exchanged names and came up with a quick run order. Finally, she set her purse down and stepped back towards the front of the grand piano. The music began and she sang along confidently, filling the room with no extra help of a microphone.

Her impromptu performance turned out to be a wonderful idea. Aside from the attention she garnered, she was able to exercise her mischievous streak and her creative side. It had been a while since her job felt that exciting. It dulled her anxious edge like no drug could.

She smiled graciously at her fellow performer as she grabbed her bag and stepped off the stage.

He resumed playing his original repertoire.

Y/n intended to head back to the bar and get another drink. She wasn't sure where she could sneak away privately to take another bump of dust now that the adrenaline was subsiding.

But as she turned, she just about ran into a broad, tailored chest. A cape of deep maroon and golden orange adorned his shoulders and rippled onto the ground as he shifted to look at her.

When she found his face, she recognized him as the bird who had emerged from the baldachin earlier.

Y/n suspected he had status. Every demon at this party did, of course, but not everyone had a crested crown resting atop their heads.

Y/n took a step back and dipped into a curtsy. She held it until she felt him shift again, signifying the end of his obligatory scrutiny.

“You've made quite the impression, sinner. I thought we might be listening to that damned piano go on and on.”

She straightened and met his eyes. They looked down at her expectantly.

“Thank you, your highness. Your kind words humble me.”

If she weren't mistaken, he scoffed under his breath before murmuring, mostly to himself. “Oh, he's going to love you.” He inhaled sharply, getting louder again. “Do you know my name, woman?”

She shook her head softly.

“I am Paimon, King of the Ars Goetia,” he proclaimed, before dropping all formalities. “I've thrown this…” he searched for a word. “Function for my son,” he all but spat disdainfully. “He needs one last hurrah before he gets the old ball and chain.” It almost sounded like he was amused by that. “You are the whore, yes?”

It came out so casually, she almost forgot to be offended. He was right, of course, but it still stung.

She went to reply but he moved on, signaling with his hand. It was a small, quick flourish, inviting her to follow him. “Come now, you are to be my gift to him.”

He left her no room for discussion, turning suddenly and walking away towards his point of origin. The crowds of demons shuffled and parted out of his way as he moved. Their eyes watching him pass before flicking back to her as she followed. She held her chin high and took long confident strides, trying to offset her anxiety as she attempted to keep up with him.

She reminded herself sternly of the job she was here to do tonight. And it seems Paimon was going to drop her in the lap of a client.

Stares are a good thing, she told herself, whether they're good or bad.

She had just given them one hell of a spontaneous performance. Of course they'd all be looking. And it only means more potential clients for later.

Her grip on her handbag tightened. She so desperately wanted to tear into her baggie and finish off her supply right now. Instead, she smiled at anyone who she dared make eye contact with.

She couldn't tell if it satisfied or terrified her, when they would quickly look away and start chatting heatedly yet quietly with those around them.

There was no time left to mull it over, anyway.

The royal in front of her ducked under the canopy. She remained just on the outside, partially apprehensive to enter, partially entranced by the sparking chiffon.

A hand reached out for her, waiting for her to take it. She did, and it brought her forward until she was fully under the fabric she had just been fixated on.

Besides Paimon, there were three other demons scattered among the couch. They varied in forms, but all remained in the realm of avian, all had glowing red eyes, and all were wearing golden crowns. From what she could tell there was a peacock, an albatross, and an owl. She looked them over and they did the same.

As soon as she remembered herself, she bowed deeply.

Paimon moved in towards the group.

The owl stood abruptly.

This bird appeared the youngest of the group. Aside from him being the smallest of the four, his composure wasn't nearly as resolute.

His top pair of eyes were rooted on her. The bottom, bigger pair flitting back and forth across her face and off to the side. He had no pupils but his emotions were evident. He wrung his hands in front of him, looking like he wanted to say something. He only blinked.

She gave a soft greeting and introduction, looking them all in the eye, lingering a little longer with the owl. He didn't move.

Paimon smacked his back. It was harsh and uncomfortable, but it got him to move finally.

His eyes ceased their roaming, finding hers blushingly. His fidgeting hands fell to his sides, tugging at and smoothing out his formal, ruffled vest. He cleared his throat and with a forward tilt of his shoulders, he quickly bobbed down and up.

A bow? Did he just bow to her?

“I am Prince Stolas, of the Ars Goetia. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

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A/N: aahhhhh my bouncing baby birdie boy T.T i just had to find a way to weave him in... i only intend for this portion of the plotline to be 2, mAYbe 3 parts long so as to set up their backstories w each other (lets hope it doesnt go longer than that*fingers crossed*) and then be brought back up later on... i hope yall love Stols as much is i do, if not, boohoo <3

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dearyallfrommatt · 11 months ago

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The thing that's so funny about people complaining that Captain Marvel is pro-feminism is that Carol Danvers was originally portrayed as a pro-feminist superhero, something new and daring from your friends at dear ol' Marvel. That's why she was called "Ms. Marvel." A woman calling herself "Ms." whether or not "Mrs. or Miss" applied was a huge deal back then. It was the source of debate on political talk shows and you dickheads that get incensed at someone's use of pronouns, you sound just like them. Congratulations, you're the folks Stan Lee and Chris Claremont were making fun of in the '70s. People who wore flares and bellbottoms unironically consider you a source of mirth.

She was introduced as the Lois Lane for Marvel's Captain Marvel He was an alien guy sent to spy on us but fell in love with humans, yadda yadda; it's an old story. After his debut, it was revealed that the overwhelming majority of his race is blue-skinned, he is white, and "you know about those white-skinned Krees." His commanders looked down on him and gave him shit jobs like spying on Earth so the original Captain Marvel was actually a minority working under a racially oppressive system.

So, Carol was an Air Force major when she ran into Captain Marvel. Probably due to copyright reasons, she soon became part-Kree through comic book whim-wham, and the world was introduced to Ms. Marvel, the one with the sash. When she got her own book, she became the editor of a woman-centric magazine published by Jolly J. Jonah Jamerson. Why they made an Army major a magazine editor, I don't know, but that's what said "strong, independent female" back in them days.

A side note: while I'm not sure how they match up timeline-wise, this is also around the time Power Girl (Earth-2 Supergirl with massive cans) came on the scene and she was touted as a strong, independent female by guys who came of age in the '40s and thought "feminism" meant they were ball-busters. At first, she was going to be called "Power Femme" because, for a brief moment, conservatives were worried feminists were going to make them start calling women, girls, broads, and other assorted chicks and dames "femmes." Yeah, sounds weirdly familiar, doesn't it?

Anyhow, after becoming a fairly heavy figure in the Marvel Universe and an Avenger, Carol Danvers was mind-controlled, raped, had her best friends and closest comrades in battle tell her it's no big deal, give birth to her rapist thru comic book whim-wham, have her powers drained and personality wiped by Rogue (who was a middle-aged lady back then and not a sexy Southern teenager), and while therapy to reconnect with her emotions, get told by the X-Men, "Yes, that second mind-rapist, the one who destroyed your life and emotional connections. Yeah, she's one of us, is in shit shape, and you're one of them and we'll still help, but we're taking her in. Just before then, the Brood (back before one of them became cute and they scared Wolverine) juiced her up to Binary, and she told everyone on Earth to fuck off while she hung out with space pirates.

Another side note: Carol was the victim of Marvel's mid-'80s attempt to remove pretty much every '70s creation from the playing board and I've never really figured out the rhyme or reason. Johnny Blaze was a '70s horror character but after the Satanic Panic bunch turned their eyes towards media, I don't imagine a superhero who'd made a deal with (a) Devil was long for the decade.

Carol also makes a bit of sense, as even the creative team admits they did her far dirtier than any character deserved, much less a flagship character like Ms. Marvel, and either had to kill her off and get her completely out of the scene for a while. As a Starjammer, she appeared in a couple New Mutant issues and a real fun little two-part mini-series featuring the 'Jammers and Charles Xavier as Bald Phoenix.

A side-note's side-note: I love the Starjammers. Space pirates fighting a repressive regime led by a guy playing Eroll Flynn. How can you not love that? And I'm not going to lie, while there were a lot of extenuating circumstances and it wasn't the nail in the coffin, Chris Summers' death 10 years back or so was one of the factors that got me out of regular reading. I understand they've brought him back but I don't care.

Back to the '70s purge. Spider-Woman was depowered in circumstances I forget. Why? Iron Fist was killed (actually an alien plant clone from his hidden city's immortal rival, one of many we'd learn) and Power Man (Luke Cage for you kids 'cause it's still not as dumb a name as Giant-Man) was accused of his murder, so he went on the run. Why? Marvel dropped a lot of licenses around this time so characters related to them went to the wayside, like Shang-Chi and Fu Manchu. But I never have figured out some, especially when it removed Marvel's really physically powerful female superheroes. Remember Marvel Versus DC when they had Storm beat Wonder Woman by kicking her in the head?

So, why did it happen? A lot of these characters have strong ties to Chris Claremont - and indeed, like Carol, Jessica Drew became a semi-regular X-Men character - and maybe he had issues with incoming Editor-In-Chief Jim Shooter. But Claremont's X-Men run is legendary for a good reason and was considered one of the '80s golden titles.

Okay, bringing it all back home. People who complain Carol Danvers and any iteration of Captain Marvel in the past 20 years are "too feminist" are merely a prime example of the intellectual vacuity of cultural conservatism. The targets change because what once was acceptable to attack has been proven to be far too human all along, and they simply do not have it within them to come up with something new.

X-Men is about civil rights. If you didn’t get that, you didn’t get X-Men.

Black Panther is about civil rights. If you didn’t get that, you didn’t get Black Panther.

Captain America literally fought Nazis. He is the embodiment of fighting the alt-right. If you didn’t get that, you didn’t get Captain America.

The Empire in Star Wars is fascist. The Rebel alliance are Anti-Fascist. If you didn’t get that, you didn’t get Star Wars.

The Punisher isn’t meant to be a role model for police or armed forces. So much so that the writers of The Punisher made him actively speak out against it in a comic. If you didn’t get that, you didn’t get The Punisher.

Deadpool is queer. He’s pansexual. Fact. If you didn’t get that you didn’t get Deadpool.

Star Trek is about equality for all genders, races and sexualities. As early as the mid-60s it was taking a pro-choice stance and defending women’s right to choose. One of its clearest themes is accepting different cultures and appearances and working together for peace. (It’s also anti-capitalist and pro-vegan). If you didn’t get that, you didn’t get Star Trek.

Superman and Supergirl (and a whole host of other superheroes) are immigrants. The stance of those comics is pro-immigration and pro-equality and acceptance. If you didn’t get that, you didn’t get Superman or Supergirl.

Stan Lee said “Racism and bigotry are among the deadliest social ills plaguing the world today.” If you’re bigoted or racist, you didn’t get any of the characters Stan Lee created.

The stories we grew up with all taught us to value other people and cultures and to treasure the differences between us. Only villains were xenophobic, or sexist, or racist, or totalitarian. I can’t understand how anyone can have missed that.

If you’re upset that there’s a black Spider-Man, or a black Captain America, or a female Thor, or that Ms Marvel is Muslim, or that Captain Marvel was pro-feminism, or any of the other things right wing “fans” say is “stealing their childhood” - you never got it in the first place. The things you claim are now “pandering to the lefties” were never on your side to begin with.

If you consider yourself a fan of these things, but you still think the LGBTQ+ community is too “in your face”, or have a problem with Black Lives Matter, or want to “take the country back from immigrants”, then you’re not really a fan at all.

Geek culture isn’t suddenly left wing... it always was. You just grew up to be intolerant. You became the villain in the stories you used to love.

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Kenny Boyle - Actor and Playwright

07 June 2020

#Captain Marvel #comic books #Carol Danvers #Ms. Marvel #The Starjammers #seriously why aren't there more space pirates?#The X-Men #The Avengers #Marvel Comics #The Bronze Age of Comics #feminism #Jim Shooter #Chris Claremont

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nicky999doors · 2 years ago

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So heavy i fell thru the earth by grimes still such an insane track

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evafrechette · 4 years ago

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I’ll take one large cock..err I mean Coke please

↠ yoongi x jungkook | smut | drivethruworker!jk | 18+ | 2.7k

↠ Summary: It’s been the shift from hell and all Jungkook wants to do is go home, jerk off and get some well deserved rest. But the attractive brunette with the deep, raspy voice that gets his cock twitching has just pulled into his drive thru and Jungkook’s night is about to get even crazier.

↠ Warnings: masturbation, frottage, car sex, awkward crushes, public sex, handjobs, yoongi hates mcdonalds but likes jungkook.

"Welcome to McDonald's, can I take your order please." Jungkook's voice cracked out of the decades old drive thru speaker while he absentmindedly twirled a straw between his tattooed fingers.

"Uh yeah just a Large Cheeseburger Combo. Uhhh and make the drink an Iced Americano please." Jungkook dropped the straw, which rolled along the ground towards the "broken" ice cream machine. He knew that low raspy voice, the one that was slightly slurred making it hard to understand exactly what was said. It came out of the cutest pouty mouth Jungkook had ever seen.

"Uhh oh y-yes, okay, please drive up to the next window." He hastily brushed his hands through his inky black waves and straightened out the hat that sat lazily on top of his head. Jungkook had a crush. A huge crush. The kind of crush your friends and family would mock you about for years to come. The cutie with the deep voice had been visiting Jungkook's McDonalds drive thru for nearly a year now, always ordering the same thing - a Large Cheeseburger Combo with an Iced Americano. He was the prettiest man Jungkook had ever seen; a soft round button nose, the most breathtakingly stunning feline shaped eyes, pale skin that reminded him of a shimmering full moon, and those lips, small, pouty and Jungkook was dying to know what they would look like wrapped around his cock.

He tapped his foot nervously against the brown tile floor as he tried to push the thought out of his head. He was at work he shouldn't be thinking about his cock and the sweet, pretty little mouth he dreamt of most nights taking him so deep into his throat that tears fell from his eyes as he gagged and moaned around him.

Jungkook let out a small squeal when he noticed the man's car roll up to his window. Hesitantly he opened the sliding glass, "Hi, umm your order isn't ready yet, please park up over there," he pointed towards the waiting area, "and someone will bring it out as soon as possible." The brunette smiled at him as he paid for the order then slowly drove towards the designated parking spot. Jungkook dropped to the floor crouching out of view, his heart was thumping against his ribs. He took a few minutes to calm himself down before returning to his mundane, tedious work.

The day seemed to drag on longer than usual for Jungkook, anything that could go wrong did. The coffee machine in the café side broke down, his coworker and best friend Jimin was burnt by hot oil in the fryer and had to be rushed off to A&E and Jungkook had slipped on some melted ice bruising both his knees during impact. By the time his shift was over he was well and truly over the day, but he had agreed to cover Taehyung's night shift (and hey, extra pay wasn't anything to scoff at)

He had a quick break, scoffing down some chicken nuggets before washing them down with a large Fanta, then fit the microphone headpiece back in place and waited for the craziness of the dinner rush. As expected the next 3 hours were insane, car after car seemed to flow past his window. His feet were burning from standing all day, eyes feeling heavy from exhaustion but he still had 4 more hours before closing.

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With only an hour to go the staff that remained locked the front doors, the drive thru now the only option for anyone with a late night craving for greasy burgers and burnt fries. Jungkook was able to finally rest his swollen feet, laying down in a booth hands folded under his head. He had just started to feel himself drift off when the static of the speaker box vibrated in his ear, the telltale sign of a car pulling up dragged him from his near slumber.

"Hello Welcome to McDonalds," a yawn broke free, his hand automatically rushing up to cover his nose, "Mmm sorry, can I take your order."

"Yeah, one Large Cheeseburger combo with an Iced Americano please"

Jungkook's eyes were as large as saucers as he flung himself out of the booth and ran towards the drive thru window. It was that delicate, ethereal man again, he'd never worked nights before so hadn't expected to see him again.

"I'm sorry, b-but the McCafe is closed, you'll have to order from the soft drink menu." He checked himself out in the reflective metal bench in front of where he stood, he was sure he looked like hell but there was little he could do, not that he could see anything anyway the bench was scattered with serviettes and spilled soft drink.

"That's okay, I'll just take a large Coke then."

"Sure thing, please drive up to the next window."

The car arrived within seconds, the only vehicle in the drive thru so late at night. Jungkook stood awkwardly, eyes darting between the man in the car and the crew in the back taking their sweet ass time to get the order ready. He huffed and slid the window open.

"Do you mind parking up and someone will bring your order out for you?"

"Yeah, thanks." The man paid then pulled up into the vacant waiting area. With his headlights turned off the car was invisible in the dark of the night. Jungkook let out another yawn and rubbed his tired sleepy eyes. He walked into the back just as his co-worker was folding over the brown paper bag.

"Can you take this out to him, I really need to use the bathroom." The bag was thrust into his arms as the night manager Namjoon ran past him towards the toilet block. He sighed, obviously he had no choice but to deliver this meal to the most gorgeous man to walk the earth. God was really testing him today. Jungkook removed his headpiece leaving it by the cash register, unlocked the front door and stepped into the chilly night.

He shivered before running towards the only car in empty space. He knocked gently on the driver side window and shifted off each foot while he waited for the window to be rolled down. There was no response. He tried to peer through the tinted glass but was unable to see anything so he knocked once more, this time a lot louder. The window rolled down part of the way and Jungkook could see the top of the man's face.

"Thanks, just slip it through." His voice was strained and a little pitchy.

Jungkook shifted his weight onto his left foot "Yeah, that's not gonna work you need to lower the window more."

A panicked no was the man's response. Jungkook was getting a little pissed off, he had been working non stop all day and just wanted to go home, have a quick jerk off session and then sleep.

"Dude, you need to open the window or I'm just dumping your shit on the ground." Jungkook didn't mean to snap, and not at the man he'd secretly been in love with for so long. But he was just so over his day.

Slowly the window lowered and Jungkook was able to see the man's face. Just as soft and perfect as always, except he had a pink tinge to his cheeks. Jungkook thought it looked beautiful, a gorgeous contrast to his pale skin. He went to pass the bag through when his eyes flickered downwards. Jungkook choked when his eyes fell upon a very thick and very hard cock peaking out between the man's legs. His jeans were pushed halfway down his legs and his right hand was clenched around the base of his shaft. Jungkook wasn't sure what to do. He'd been picturing the man's cock for months and now he was seeing it in the flesh, he was turned on and slightly overwhelmed.

The man used his free hand to grab the bag and nonchalantly threw it on the passenger seat. Jungkook was unable to remove his eyes from the brunette's cock, his tongue flicked out as he licked along his lip. When realisation set in of what he had just done, his face turned beetroot red and he spun around to run back to the safety of the store.

But before he could the man spoke, "Do you like what you see?"

Jungkook froze, it was pretty obvious he did, but he couldn't say that . . could he?

"Y-y-yes." He replied, his stutter making him cringe internally.

"Get in." It was more of a question than a demand and Jungkook felt a little better to know he wasn't the only one affected by what was happening. He walked to the door directly behind where the man sat and slowly opened it, he quickly looked around to make sure no one was watching before climbing into the back seat. They sat in silence for a while, Jungkook twisting his hair around his finger - a nervous habit of his and the man stared at him with those intense piercing eyes through the rare view mirror.

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After a few minutes Jungkook heard light whimpers come from the front and leaned forward between the empty space of the two front seats. The man was stroking his length slowly, cautiously watching Jungkook's every move in the mirror. Jungkook sat quietly and watched with attentive eyes at the scene unfolding in front of him. He longed to reach out and feel that soft translucent skin, to see his cum dripping all over the tattoos that were etched into his skin. But his body couldn't move, glued to the spot he was in.

Jungkook watched as the man's chest rise and fell, how his cock twitched every time a low moan escaped Jungkook's lips and at the precum that was leaking from the tip, helping to lubricate the man's slide.

"You are so fucking pretty," The deep mumbly voice broke the silence reverberating around the stifling space, "The first time I saw you I thought you were the prettiest guy I've ever seen. I fucking hate McDonald's, it tastes like shit. But I keep coming back because I want to see you."

"What the fuck." Jungkook couldn't believe what he was hearing, his dream man thought he was pretty? And only ordered food to see him? No wonder he had never seen him order inside the store. He shifted in his seat, his cock starting to ache from how hard it was. The man was still watching through the rare view mirror and had noticed.

"Get it out if you want, bit weird for me to be the only one with my dick out."

Jungkook quickly unzipped his trousers and yanked them down letting them land on the floor with a soft thud. He leaned into the back seat and spat onto his palm, wincing once he finally felt the tight grip of his hand relieve some of the pressure building up inside of him. He felt a little silly, legs open wide, knees bruised, white socks, black sneakers, McDonald's work shirt and hat still on, but the man staring back at him didn't seem to mind one bit of his appearance. Maybe he had a uniform kink?

Together they pumped their cocks, eyes locked onto one another's via the mirror. Their hushed breaths synchronised, the thrill of what they were doing drew Jungkook closer to his release. "Shit, I'm gonna c-cum soon. C-can I feel you? Please, I've wanted it for so long." The eyes staring back at him flashed a desire Jungkook had never seen in anyone before. The man pushed his pants off fully and scrambled into the back with Jungkook. Jungkook reached out hesitantly and stroked his fingers along the man's face, along his strong eyebrows, down his cute little nose, along his soft jawline and of course his sweet lips.

"So what's your name anyway? I'm Jungkook." he asked as he leaned in and started to kiss the man's exposed neck, hands hovering over his creamy white thighs.

"Yoongi."

"A pretty name for a pretty little thing. Perfect." Jungkook continued to suck deep purple marks onto Yoongi's neck, he hadn't given a hickey since he was a teenager, but he wanted to mark the man up so badly. He could feel Yoongi's hands knead at his soft ass, squeezing the flesh, running his finger along his crack, teasing at the entrance of his hole.

Without warning Jungkook detached from Yoongi's neck and pushed his smaller body against the backseat. He straddled Yoongi's thighs, shifting so their cocks were centimeters apart. He reached down between their bodies and held his cock in one hand and Yoongi's in the other, then pressed them firmly against each other. Jungkook whimpered, Yoongi was so hard and warm against his cock, which was now throbbing and leaking a small amount of precum. Jungkook ran his thumb over his slit, collecting as much of the clear fluid as he could before rubbing his thumb over the tip of Yoongi's cock, his fingers traced around the head, slowly moving down his length, with feather light touch. Jungkook closed his fingers around Yoongi's girth and moved his hand up and down covering him with his arousal. He stroked him a few times before taking both cocks into his tattooed hand and pushed them together. They both cried out at the contact of their pulsating cocks against one another.

Jungkook jerked them both off, squeezing and pumping eager to see Yoongi come undone under him. Yoongi arched his hips grabbing on tight to Jungkook's thighs and started thrusting in time with Jungkook. In response Jungkook ground his cock against Yoongi's even harder, his balls slapping against the large pair that hung below Yoongi's thick cock. They rocked and rutted against each others warm, smooth lengths. The windows of the car were fogged - evidence of something seedy taking place inside, Yoongi's burger and fries no longer warm, but neither took any notice too focused on chasing their climax.

Yoongi came first spurting ropes of hot cum all over his shirt while he choked out a deep, vibrating sob. Jungkook looked down and saw the creamy white fluid dripping down his fingers and over the faded black ink, his cock pulsated in his grip. Jungkook's gut tightened and his vision went blurry, he spilled his release all over his and Yoongi's cocks.

Jungkook's heart was racing just like it had been earlier in the day, he couldn't believe that the man he had be fantasising about was laying under him cock out and covered in his cum. Yoongi flashed him a gummy smile, one he had seen many times from the other side of the drive thru window. Up close it was even more lovely his perfect little teeth lined up straight, eyes crinkling in the corners.

"Jungkook! Jungkook! Where the fuck are you man?" Jungkook's head snapped towards Namjoon's booming voice echoing throughout the carpark. He looked at Yoongi panicked but the smaller man didn't seem worried in the slightest. Yoongi pulled his T-shirt up over his head and used it to clean the sticky mess off Jungkook's hand.

"Put your pants back on and act like nothing happened. Just say I'm an old friend and we were catching up or something. I'll come and see you tomorrow . . errr later this morning on my way to work. You know my order right?"

Jungkook quickly did what Yoongi told him and gave him a fond smile before climbing out into the bleak cold night.

"Namjoon-ah!!" Jungkook yelled into the darkness not quite sure where his manager was. The sound of frantic footsteps alerted him and he turned to face a very pissed off Namjoon. His jaw was clenched and his mouth was turned downwards. Jungkook had seen this face only once before, when Namjoon had lost his shit and fired someone on the spot for trying to deep fry a soft serve cone.

He gulped hard, "Sorry Namjoon that's an old friend of mine," he motioned towards the car, "I guess we lost track of time."

Namjoon sighed "You're lucky no one has showed up in the last hour besides your friend over there. Come on, it's time to clean this place for the morning crew and then we can get the hell out of here and get some sleep."

As Jungkook walked back to the dimly lit building he couldn't help but smile with the knowledge that Mr Cheeseburger and Iced Americano would be rolling up to his drive thru window in just a few hours to see him. He was lovin' it.

#bts smut #bts fanfic #yoongi smut #Jungkook smut #yoonkook #yoonkook fanfic #bts fanfction #suga #jungkook #yoongi #I wrote a fic inspired by McDonald’s fml #armywriterssupport #bts #bangtan #bts imagines #bangtaninn

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Bask In Your Scent | fluff

Florence, 2020 with Jung Yuno

fluff : (as a writer, fuck the pandemic i am not writing abt smiling thru a mask so this is no pandemic 2020!), PLS Y/N AND YUNO ARE PAINFULLY CLUELESS HERE, english-speaking, reader owns a candle shop / jaehyun (yuno) owns a flower shop, florence is slightly romanticized (but it is very beautiful), slow burn, mutual pining, etc. ♡ 5.43k words

Florence. The roofs were all tiled with brown ceramic, the rays of sun reflecting entirely over the mountain to the buildings so close by. In the morning, it was incredibly serene. The cobblestone streets sounded with taps from your feet walking over from your shop to the one beside you—something you did every time the clock hit 8:00 AM. Or something he did every 8:00 AM. Sometimes you two met in the middle.

Let alone in November, the sun still came up over the cold weather, perfectly blanketing the city with a slight warmth despite the temperature being below freezing. Romantic, and yet no ounce of love was ever proclaimed between the two of you. Not that it was faraway.

Looking up to the sky, past the beautiful architecture that vastly lingered in every inch of the city, you admired the moving clouds. It reminded you of his favorite colour; white. You watched him through the glass doors of his shop, which was a similar size to yours. Breathing out, you pushed the door open with one hand.

"Benvenuti!" was what you heard the second you came into the shop, the usual 'welcome' that the boy yelled whenever he listened to the bell on the glass door ring.

"Yuno," you chuckled, "It's just me."

"Oh? You're later than usual," he interjected, knowing that you usually came at 8:00 O'Clock on the dot (and it was 8:45), "Good morning."

He wasn't looking to the door, as he was prepping a pot behind the counter, back facing the storefront. Typically, when you did come into the shop, Yuno was looking ahead and greeted you with a smile. His hair was a mess this time, and his apron, much more than usual, was dirtied with soil and water.

You were busy packing up the big order you had gotten to make hundreds of taper candles, hence your tardiness. Going to visit each other in the morning was something like brushing your teeth, normalized and constant; you both couldn't go without it.

"Are you busy? I can come back later," you suggested, holding the door, prepared to go out if you were a burden to him, "Because..."

He could tell that you were implying to his unkempt appearance. Yuno had gotten a last-minute order a week ago to prepare over a hundred small bouquets for a wedding ceremony. Since he owned the flower shop alone, he had stayed up to finish everything before the time due. Luckily for Yuno, you had come when he was doing the last one.

"No, no," he quickly denied, "Please, come in."

Shifting your feet, you closed the door and took gradual steps up to the counter where Yuno was, the shop relatively spacious as it was distributed with bloomed flowers and packaged seeds. Compared to your shop, Yuno's was just a tad brighter and looked the most beautiful during the day. As for you, yours looked mesmerizing when dawn came, the candles you made lighting the store.

Yuno had always relished your presence, even if it meant that he'd lose a few minutes from his morning to plant in the garden out back or prep flowers. Unbeknownst to one another, the redamancy you both had for each other was visible through the small acts done on a day-by-day basis.

Often enough, Yuno had provided you with flowers that were left over so you could make scented extracts and decoration for your candles. You were eternally grateful to him, as your candles wouldn't look as pretty as they did without his offerings. As for you to Yuno, you were the reason he never had a single plant put to waste, and you knew all of the best patisseries around. More than enough times, you'd brought him a different kind of pastry in the morning to wake him up.

Was it gratitude, or was it merely because two shop owners were all too scared to face their feelings?

"So, what do you have to do today?" you asked, pacing around the counter, never not in awe by how messily the flowers were organized, yet how lovely it was. Much to say the least, it was very Yuno-esque. Disordered yet still admirable.

"I have to drive these to the wedding in Villa Cora. You?"

"Wait, actually? You're going to Villa Cora?"

Yuno furrowed his eyebrows, not knowing that you had any business there as well. It seemed that the daily conversations you two had passed the topic of going to the same destination, both for different reasons, yet on the same day.

"Yeah, a hundred bouquets I told you about, those are for a wedding there."

"They hired me to make candles for their decor. I need to send it to them today by 10:00 AM. What time do you need to go?"

"When you came in, I was finishing up the last bouquet. And I've gotta be there pretty soon, by 9:30." Yuno said, hiding the fact of him having to be there the same time as you was bringing him some joy, "Would.. you like me to drive you there?"

"You want to go together?" it felt like rhetoric more than anything since you were well aware that the answer was 'yes.'

"Yes." Yuno was always poised about asking you things that seemed romantic or doing acts of service that could possibly be his love language, but you two had been each other's 'comfort people' for so long that it was impossible to tell.

"Besides, a little bit of company in the front seat never hurt anybody." Mostly if it was you, Yuno thought.

There was this charm about Yuno that always managed to fill the whole room. Despite his face, which was too handsome for you not to be caught staring, Yuno had a personality that matched yours like a puzzle. No, he wasn't perfect, and nor were you, but it was accepting that everything about him couldn't always be as poise as his appearance was how you fell for him. And him to you.

There were one too many favors that you both have done for one another that seemed to parallel. You both would come running to each other's shops if Yuno were to prick his finger with a thorn, or if you were to burn yours from hot wax. You both would be each other's noses when the other was having the flu to check if the flowers were right or if the extract in the candle wasn't pungent enough.

It seemed that your game of Tom & Jerry to gain each other's love continued to go on, albeit you two were already in love. Only painfully unaware of each other's doting.

"I just need to go upstairs first and change," Yuno said as he struggled to take his apron off. For the past three days, he barely took it off, and it seemed the knot tightened.

"Yu-" you bit your lip to hide your unmistakable laugh, "Yuno, come around here. I'll help you."

Hesitant, his footsteps were heavy on the ground, eyes refusing to look at yours as he walked to where you were. Since he was taller than you, whether it was by a lot or not, your hands went above eye-level to untie the knot.

He smelt of pure earth mixed with the slight fragrance of white roses and baby's breath flowers, but it was the pollen stuck in his hair that made your lips go from ear to ear. Adorable, you thought, seeing the little dots of yellow litter his dark hair.

Managing to untie the knot from both the neck and the waist tie, you tapped his shoulders to signal that you were done. Spinning his body 180 degrees, his eyes met with yours, and your breath hitched. Your eyes blinked profusely, shocked at the sudden gaze.

But it seemed impulsive when Yuno breathed in, taking in a scent that he never usually associated with you. Whenever you came into the shop, he never failed to pick up the signature scent that lingered whenever you were around; eucalyptus and chamomile. Yet somehow, this time around, you seemed to smell like nutmeg and neroli, maybe cinnamon too.

"Did..." he was reluctant to ask, in the fear he'd seem peculiar, "Did you get a new perfume?"

You were surprised by his question, shellshocked that he even noticed how the new concoctions you were making for your ordered candles completely overpowered your routine perfume. You tried to hold back the urge to grin, your teeth showing as you failed to do so.

"For the Villa Cora order," you welled up to him, "I guess what they asked for was rather strong. I'm... surprised you even noticed."

"It's like when you're used to seeing something every day. When it's not there and out of your site, you question its absence. It was odd for me to not get a routinely whiff of your usual perfume, Y/N." he admitted, only making you feel more lauded than before.

"Oh." was all you could spit out before Yuno awkwardly cleared his throat and wiped his hands on his apron.

He gestured towards the door behind the cashier, where the stairs that led up to his room were. The same structure adorned your shop, where the door behind the counter would lead to your home. Small, but nowhere near worn.

At this point, Yuno wasn't necessarily sure if his house was simply everything he asked for, or he was able to make it through with you around.

Not wanting to make you wait any longer, he ran up the stairs to rush to his room (to which you had heard every rushed stride, not that he knew). Indeed, you thought, a gentleman. Sometimes, Yuno gave you your daily dose of comedic relief, his actions bringing a laugh out of you until your stomach hurt. You wondered, does he feel the same?

Does she feel the same? He wondered the equivalent, this time as he was picking out which sweater to use this cold November. Since the one he was wearing previously was dirtied, despite his apron.

Yuno always wondered if it were a fate that brought you two together in Florence. He remembered the first day that he had gotten there two and a half years ago, the shop that remained vacant up until his moving boxes filled the room. The cost of living wasn't as expensive as he predicted, but he needed many things to change.

Unlike Connecticut and Seoul, Florence was just about perfect for allowing flowers to continually bloom. If it was too sunny, the architecture had a form of protection. Even if the weather changed, another plant species would simply replace another, filling Yuno's shop with a new flower.

As for you, you got there a week before Yuno did, your shop already entirely set from the way the candles were displayed at the storefront. Intrigued, he stepped into the shop to find you behind the cashier, only for you to be his only fluent friend in English. He had asked you why you kept all the candles in black glass, leading to a conversation that went on for three hours about flowers and candles.

To say the least, there was much more in common than what met the eye.

Since then, you two have always just been intertwined. Whether it was an invisible red string of fate, the reality was that destiny might be real for the two of you. If and when the love is proclaimed, that is.

Throwing his apron towards his bed, which then became dirty (assuming it wasn't already), he picked out a sweater in peach. Putting it on over his head, Yuno walked over to his bathroom and kicked the door open with his foot. Looking in the mirror, he took his chain out of the under of his sweater to make it visible, pushing his bangs back to fix his hair.

He looked at the time, seeing that it was precisely 9:00 AM already. A string of curses followed along his lips as he ran to his closet once again, grabbing his coat. Rushing downstairs, the same way he did before going upstairs, he was now met with you in a coat and a few other boxes.

He guessed that through the time he was upstairs, you'd grabbed your packages next door to not waste any more time. It was a good thing that he had loaded all except one of his boxes the night before, as he finished the last bouquet this morning.

"Ready to go, Jung?" you teased, using his last name to provoke him.

Yuno took his car keys from the drawer with a nod, clicking the button that turned on the truck outside. Packing in his last bouquet, you went ahead to the vehicle as you opened the door with your back while carrying one of the boxes you had. Setting it down on the street for a short second, you opened the trunk and placed the first one inside.

You weren't surprised by the numerous crates that were already inside the truck, knowing that Yuno didn't often get big orders, but when he did, it was the ones that caused the skin around his eyes to whither. The same went for you, most of the time having customers loyal to your shop rather than commercial purchases.

You still had about four boxes left to stuff into the trunk, absolutely exhausted from the constant melting and molding you had to do for taper candles. Much to your surprise, Yuno was carrying his own crate while carrying two of your boxes.

Racing over to him, you scolded him for doing that, knowing that a large number of candles carried substantial weight. He argued that he could do it, but you rebutted back, saying that it didn't matter. As you quickly finished packing up the things, shutting the back with a loud noise, you both got into the front seats by 9:05, driving away as the engine turned on.

"Did you stay up all night last night?" you broke the silence, fiddling with your bag that was on your lap.

"Yeah," his eyes didn't leave the road as he spoke, determined to drive exceptionally well in your presence, "Didn't you too?"

"Only to fill in the last batch into the molds. Meanwhile, you had to assemble all those flowers into those glass pots. Please tell me that you didn't break any."

"How... how did..." he remembered that you were his next-door neighbour in a way, and you had a knack of staying up late too. More or less, the chances of you hearing him accidentally break glass was heard.

"Yeah. How many did you break?" there was a slight pause, making you sigh out, "Be honest."

"Two..." he admitted, his gaze sticking to the road, not even sparing a glance at you out of embarrassment. You knew him so well.

There was a brief stillness before you began to laugh, trying not to as you clasped your hands on your mouth, mumbling out apologies in between each sound from amusement.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Is my suffering funny to you?"

"Yeah!" you said in between gasps of air.

"Y/N, don't make me talk about the time you were too impatient for the purple-coloured lavender wax to cool, and you ended up overheating the glass, and it broke."

"Hey!" you resisted, "At least it was ONE glass. It wasn't TWO like you did."

"Okay, but it takes a lot to break the thick glass you use for candles. Please Y/N, there is no argument here." Yuno glimpsed at the GPS, "Oh, we're almost there."

"What are you on about?" you giggled, "There is so much room for argument here, especially if we're talking about mishaps. I may be caught off guard sometimes, but no one can match how clumsy you are, Yuno."

"Well," he spoke as he took the turn up the hill to Villa Cora, "I cannot count the number of times I've seen you through my window, tripping on the cobblestone."

Although you were embarrassed, it was humorous that maybe you were more clumsy than you anticipated. Knowing well that Yuno was somebody who didn't only see the good sides of you, and yet he didn't judge you for them, it never failed to astonish you. After knowing him for quite a while, you knew that although Yuno was patient, he also had a side where frustration could take him over.

You've seen him angry, comforted him through sadness, and you've never thought of him as a bad person- not even once. You remembered when he snubbed you for the first time, finding out that you had gone on a date with the waiter who worked in a restaurant nearby. No, he wasn't mean or harsh, but the cold impression he left on you for a few days made you question his motives.

But you let it pass since you only said yes to the waiter because you wanted to stop thinking about Yuno. You always thought (and so did he), why risk ruining a dynamic that was already well set in stone?

"Are you going from the back too? I think that's where they collect mass orders," you asked, not knowing if Yuno would be going from the back towards the wedding's area.

"I'm going from the east entrance, straight to the venue." he answered, going straight to where you needed to be, "But, I'm pretty sure you'll need some help with those boxes, and I'll need help with the bouquets. We'll drop off yours first, then go to mine."

"Ooh! Smart, smart." you acknowledged, liking the fact you wouldn't be separated from Yuno at Villa Cora.

"As if I have ever been stupid." Yuno bickered.

"Mhm." you sarcastically agreed, unbuckling the seatbelt at the same time as him to get out of the truck.

Heading to the trunk, Yuno opened it and helped you take your things into the villa. After chattering about with the stock manager, who checked the boxes and assured everything was safe, you two were then given clear instructions on how to get to the wedding venue.

In the short drive there, you told Yuno how satisfied you felt to drop off the hundreds of taper candles you had made in a short period, not being able to count the number of times you had to put a pain relief patch on your neck from crouching too much.

"Yuno, it's fine," you said sternly, assuring that hard work came with a bit of pain, "I'm used to it, you know that-"

"Woah." you both said in unison, looking at how the venue looked from the outside. It seemed that Yuno's bouquets were the finishing touches, as everything was mostly set already. Like the colour of the flowers he had chosen, the decorations were white and gold, with a few turquoise touches.

Elegant and enchanting was how you could explain it.

You've always had a complicated relationship with weddings. You didn't know if you loved or hated them. You questioned the concept of loving somebody so much that the law had to be involved. Why couldn't the universe just let love be love and not need a marriage's social construct? Or registering your names into city hall to proclaim the marriage?

But at the same time, with the weddings you had gone to (which was your aunt's third wedding, your older brother's, and your eldest cousin), you were not in awe by the beauty of them.

And you've always had dreams of saying those "I do's" or vows with tears streaming down your face, your face not beaming from them but from your eternal happiness to be bound to the person who's it.

But as you were lost thought about weddings, it seemed that your body had acted on its own when you realized that Yuno had settled all the crates. You two were already in the venue, Yuno greeting the bride who apparently was friends with one of his friends.

"I really didn't know that!" Yuno exclaimed, "Oh, excuse me. This is my... friend, Y/N. She works at a candle shop beside me and just dropped off an order for the villa."

You always liked it when Yuno spoke Italian. Anyone in the world could say Spanish or French were the two most romantic languages, but you would oppose. When Yuno began to speak in the language you had to learn before coming to Florence, you began to feel lightheaded hearing how he sounded.

All too attractive for you to take in.

"Y/N! It's nice to meet you, I'm Sofia. I'm the bride for today's wedding!"

"It's very nice to meet you too. Everything is so beautiful," you then faced Sofia after looking around and shaking her hand, "You look wonderful."

"Thank you. Yuno tells me that you make candles. When my house is settled, and I come back from my honeymoon, I will definitely call you."

"Of course, I'd love to satisfy a new customer." you then looked at Yuno, who was standing by your left side, "Should we take care of the glass bouquets now?"

"Oh, of course, of course." he said, "Sofia, we'll set them up then leave right after. You said that the guests are coming soon?"

"What? You two don't have to leave so fast!" she exclaimed, "Some of my family members from another town suddenly can't come. I have a table that you two can settle in. Please, I insist."

You took a glance at yourself by facing down to your clothes, questioning if they were appropriate. Sofia argued that they were and said that it didn't matter. Although the wedding was set very extravagantly, she explained that her family came from "humble beginnings" and that they wouldn't care.

As time went on, you two were almost done setting all of the small glass pots, one on the center of each table. They were simple, but it made you happy to see a bit of Yuno in a grand place you couldn't believe was real. Associating white with the colour of Heaven was right when it could be used to define Yuno.

After all, he was your paradise.

"You did a great job, Yuno," you admitted, walking beside him to the table that Sofia had said was for you two, "Everything goes so well together, and you worked so hard."

"Thank you." the porcelain skin of his face, reddened, "And thank you to you for accompanying me."

"You should never say thank you when I'm around. The things I do aren't for 'thank you's. I do them because I want to." you shrugged, "Besides, spending time with you like this is nice."

"You don't get too tired of seeing me everyday?"

"No, of course not. I'm surprised you're not tired of seeing ME-"

"I would never be," he answered too quickly. He knew because he noticed, and by the way you looked at him with widened eyes told him so. Clearing his throat, hand scratching the back of his neck, Yuno then looked at you.

"I.. uh.." you paced awkwardly. You then saw people begin to fill the room, giving you an excuse, "I need to go to the bathroom and freshen up. I'll be right back. Okay?"

"Okay," he answered, his eyes not leaving you until you were out of his sight, "Fuck."

He muttered to himself swears, confused on why he had to be painfully apparent on today of all days. He was relieved to some extent that you weren't nonchalant and cold, but he also questioned certain things you said that could stay on his mind for hours.

Him not having to give thanks to you, you admitting you loved the time you spent with him, all those things lead to his question now; Are we just friends, or have we ever been since the first time we met?

Friends don't love him like you do.

Friends don't treat him like you do.

Friends, it was something you both didn't want to be. And it was clear. Yuno, not defeated but wearied from all the uncertainty, sighing in the wooden chair provided at the venue. You, washing your face with cold water in the villa bathroom, taking a breath in to realize that he had hesitated when he introduced you as just his 'friend.'

The night went on, admiring Yuno's bouquets displayed at the center of the round tables throughout the tall-ceiling room. You gave yourself some time when people started to come in to clean yourself up, not that you weren't well put already, but you were the only lady in casual wear. You felt a little bit shy, seeing the little kids who were in fancy, glittering dresses that made your nicely knit creme sweater to look shabby.

When you got back to Yuno, he was sat at the table alone, admiring the decorations on the walls. You couldn't help but let the fondness you had for him take over your expression. Although he was a simple man, he loved paying attention to the details that surrounded him. Even if that meant using a different sized chain for different types of clothing, his consideration of those kinds of things made him better.

Before he noticed you were there, you took the time to look around, which then automatically made you look forward towards the dance floor. Nearly all of the seats were empty, and crowds, as the bride and groom were dancing the center, had filled the space with excitement.

Your eyes drifted back then to Yuno, who had now noticed that you were back from the bathroom. He had his elbow on the seat, looking back at you with his signature smile. You didn't know what it was, maybe it was the flare from all the lights or the pollen that was previously stuck in his hair, but it seemed that golden specks were beginning to circle around him.

Your chest tightened as you silently came up to him, not knowing exactly what you were doing. Your body was impulsively moving on its own when you opened your palm to him and asked,

"Would you care for a dance?"

Your tone came off more as a joke, but you meant it all the same. It shouldn't be weird, right? You thought, this is what friends do. He stood up, taking your hand in his, immediately moving with a groove to the upbeat song. No, this doesn't seem weird at all, you thought again, as he waved your arms around with his.

Goofing around as if no one was looking, not that they were, this was the most fun you had had in weeks. Not that the mornings you spent with Yuno weren't lovely enough, or the time you met up with your friends wasn't great, but it seemed that both you and Yuno never got to spend a moment like this.

But as you two had your fun, every moment you two spent with each other got more and more agonizing. The uncertainty of seemingly never knowing that you two were absolutely in love with each other was consuming.

But tonight was different.

Tonight, when the MC announced the next song to be slow, both you and Yuno were breathless as you both had sat down for a break. In unison, you both looked towards the speakers when it began to play James Blake's rendition of 'The First Time I Ever Saw Your Face.'

"I love this song," you whispered. It reminded you of when you first met Yuno, coming into your shop with surface knowledge about Florence.

"Me too," he said back, your gaze meeting his.

Standing up once again, this time offering your hand in a more careful manner than before. For a bit of time, just for a bit, Yuno stared at your hand in doubt.

He didn't doubt that he wanted to dance with you because, God, you were the only person he'd like to dance to this song with. But wanted to know if this was real.

With your hand in his, as he took it, it seemed a bit odd at first. It was different from all the times you had touched his hand to bandage a small wound from a few rose thorns, and it was different from when you invited him to dance before. Unlike then, it felt more still. More intimate.

You only then noticed that it was just the two of you, not on the dance floor, near the end of the tables. Even the children were dancing with their parents, staying put to space. As it was a wedding, the focus was on the bride and groom. Barely any light emitted on you two, only the orange-toned lamps screwed into the wall structures being the only source of light.

Dark, yet it felt like home. Filled with warmth and reassurance.

Yuno spun your body with his hand, giggling when you dizzily caught yourself on his chest. Your right hand feeling the material of his sweater, the other hand interlaced with his. It seemed that the fun had faded, but not happiness. Nothing was heard from either of you except for the faltering breaths that both you and him let out.

As you tried to somewhat space yourself away from his chest, Yuno let go of your left hand and instead snaked his arm around your waist. Although much doubt came into his head if it was appropriate to do, he could tell that you weren't pulling away any time soon.

Maybe, if he was right, that meant something.

Unlike before, you had given up on separating yourself from him, laying your head against his chest. Now that your left hand had been let go off, it trembled as you brought it to his shoulder.

A surge suddenly ran through the both of you when the tips of your fingers accidentally brushed against the bare skin of his neck. It wasn't much, but you tried to blame it on his warm skin and your cold fingers. Knowing that wasn't true, you let out a shaky breath from your nostrils.

You felt like you wanted to cry when Yuno placed his chin on the top of your head, cupping your right hand in his. Once again, the same feeling came about when your skin touched his.

Something as simple as skin touching skin managed to make your heart palpitate, thankful he couldn't hear it. But as he couldn't listen to yours, you could listen to his. With your head against his chest, facing your intertwined hand in his, you counted the beats.

One-two ... one-two ... one-two ...

One-two .. one-two .. one-two.

It sped up, you thought. It made you wonder if you were making Yuno nervous; if you've ever made him nervous like this before. Maybe there was a reason you two never spent any nights together, often seeing each other in daylight that this was new.

New yet inviting.

"Do you hate it?" Yuno suddenly asked, feeling the vibrations against the shell of your ear when he spoke from his chest.

"Hate what?" you asked, not knowing what he was implying.

"This." he said, "Us."

You pulled away from him. He looked down at you, his eyes filled with questions, hope, anything, and everything, including love. Again, the same feeling of wanting to cry washed over you. You weren't disgusted, miserable, or disappointed. In the rare case that you were feeling one too many things, it seemed that you wanted to shed tears of joy.

This was it. You thought, He's it.

Is this it? He asked himself, Will she finally understand?

Your nose twitched, holding back with whatever strength you had left. For a split second, you averted your eyes to the crowd, then back to Yuno. The people’s appreances, the bride’s primarily, the venue, the flowers he had used, and they were all beautiful.

But at this moment, the two of you were the defining image of passion at a wedding that wasn't even yours.

Using a tone a tad higher than your usual voice, due to your attempt to not cry, you gave him the answer he had been waiting for two years. Well, not only him, but it was for both of you. For the sake that God, or whoever, whatever controlled the universe would finally let out a sigh of satisfaction when you answered,

"I could get used to this."

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leemaht · 4 years ago

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haikyuu!! headcanons

how they would react to their s/o being scared of them during a fight

ushijima, bokuto, kuroo, iwaizumi

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warnings: mild swearing, mention of a violent ex-relationship

pairings: ushijima x fem!reader, bokuto x reader, kuroo x reader, iwaizumi x reader

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ushijima

you know him and his emotionless statements

mostly you can cope with his blunt comments and you know he has no ill intentions but sometimes they hit parts which shouldn’t be hit under any circumstances

you guys still fight very rarely but when you do... your poor neighbors

mostly you punish him by ignoring him. mostly he doesn’t notice until he talks to you directly and you just turn around and go away. then he goes to one of his teammates for help.

‘what did you talk about last time?’

‘well, they complained about how they didn’t like how their pants fit, so i told them they just should lose some weight.’

‘oh, wakatoshi-kun..’

but this time it wasn’t something minor like some pants

i honestly don’t know what he could have said to you but it made you furious. you guys were in your apartment.

you had discussed with him for at least 30 minutes now, stating your opinion but all you got from him were stares and nothing else

little did you know that he was getting fed up more and more on the inside as you repeated the same arguments over and over again trying to get a reaction from him.

and you got it

his eyebrows started twitching and he was getting ready to state his arguments

lets be real. everybody who says that they would not be afraid if this guy was looking down on you and yelling with this cold voice of his, is lying

so tragedy takes its turn

he had reached his limit.

‘why can’t you just stop talking. listen when i am trying to speak.’ he said with his steady voice but way way WAY louder than usually. he was towering over, looking down on you. it was a scary sight really.

and he started gesticulating, throwing his hands in the air as he talked

from your point of view it probably looked like he was raising his hand at you and all the bad memories came rushing thru your head.

you instantly backed away, hitting the wall with your back and sliding down on the floor as you started to hug your knees.

ushijima stood there confused while you teared up in front of him.

what made him realize his mistake was when you begun to sob

‘p-please don’t hit-t me...please.’ it came more like whisper from you

you had told him of your abusive ex before and he internally punched himself for forgetting it and leashing out at you like this

he calmed down instantly, disgusted at himself as he was the reason for the sight in front of him.

without further words exchanged he sat next to you on the ground, pulling you in his embrace and let you cry on his shoulder.

after no tears came flowing anymore you apologized.

‘i am so sorr-’ but he didn’t let you finish

‘you shouldn’t apologize. i am the one who made you cry and i sincerely apologize for that.’ and you just nodded hugging him tighter than you already had.

the two of you sat there for minutes without talking

‘i do not plan on ever hurting you y/n, so please don’t be afraid of me.’

bokuto

holy this guy can get angry

you fought regularly but neither of you could stay mad at the other for long. as much as you tried but the look in his eyes got you every time and after more serious fights he did things like sliding a note under the door with 100 reasons why he loved you or 100 reasons why he was a total jerk and you couldn’t help but run into his arm after reading it.

but this fight was different.

after his last match some girls from his school came running onto the court to congratulate the team. and this one girl kissed him in front of the whole school.

and he didn’t do anything.

he slightly pushed her away but didn’t say anything oblivious as ever

‘bokuto-san this girl tried to get with you.’ akaashi sided with you

‘HUH? I THOUGHT THIS WAS LIKE A KISS IN A FRIENDLY WAY. ISN’T THIS COMMON IN EUROPE?’

‘we are not in europe, bokuto-san.’

but you were already gone. as soon the scene took place you leaped up, leaving the stadium.

bokuto looked for you like a lost puppy

when he arrived home you sat at the kitchen table crying

after trying to explain himself you couldn’t take his obliviousness anymore and leashed you at him accusing him of not loving you.

that’s when bokuto snapped

how could you think he didn’t love you?

he probably didn’t mean to yell at you like this, but we all know that he isn’t always in control of his emotions. he didn’t even notice how you had started to back away from him and crying

he stepped closer to you and you covered your tear stained face with your arms in defense

‘please don’t...’ you cried out

that’s when he remembers the things you told him about you ex

he felt so bad, not only getting kisses by somebody for you to see but also scaring you to the point of you crying. he felt like the worst boyfriend on earth.

he scoops you in his arms, apologizing over and over again, kissing the top of your head while holding you tight

i could imagine him shedding some tears too

‘i love you so much. i won’t ever make you cry again, i promise.’

kuroo

well this guy has a way with his words am i right?

he teases you till the point you can’t take it anymore

he is a total tease. he loves to test out his boundaries without realizing how hurtful this can be sometimes

and he just wouldn’t stop even if you told him to

‘aw, does chibi-chan feel uncomfortable, hmmm?’

‘please stop tetsurou.’

‘hm? what was that? can’t hear ya from up here.’

this guy seriously doesn’t know when to stop

one day he was going for it again. the two of you were in the kitchen and had one of those chats where you were teasing each other. until you became quiet.

‘hm? what’s the matter, chibi-chan?’ but you didn’t answer

he stepped closer and closer to you and everything was fine until you found yourself being trapped as your back hit the wall. that made panic grow inside of you.

it wasn’t like you didn’t trust kuroo but the memories of your past came back as you found yourself in a scenario you had been countless times with your abusive ex

and kuroo still stepped closer, you heard him talking but didn’t understand the words he were saying

he was now towering over you with a cocky smirk on his lips as he completely misread the situation.

he then raised his hand slowly to place it at the back of his neck but when you saw this you flinched heavily, you closed your eyes and raised your hands in defense

silent tears fell down your cheeks making kuroo’s attitude perish. he stepped out of his act, worry growing inside him not knowing what was going on as you had never told him about this part of your past.

he tried to grab your arm which made you flinch again, sobs now leaving your mouth

‘please stop. i-i’m sor...ry. i-i didn’t mean to.’ you frantically started apologizing out of reflex.

kuroo’s eyes grew wide as he let your words sink in. did you really believe he would hurt you?

he stepped back a few feet giving you room to breathe. you slid down to the ground and started hyperventilating.

his heart felt heavy

he sat next to you, still with some space between the two of you because he didn’t want to overwhelm you but wanted you to know that he was there for you.

your breathing became more steady. still with tears running down your face you looked kuroo in the eyes for the first time and it broke his heart. your eyes were red, you nose runny and your face wet from the tears. and he couldn’t hold himself any longer.

he pulled you onto his lap, one hand on your head, one hand around your waist as you quietly sobbed into his chest.

when you finally calmed down you told him about your ex and ngl kuroo wanted to leap up and pay the asshole who did this to his love a visit.

but then he felt even worse. it might be true that your ex was the one who did this but kuroo was the one at fault now. he was the one who triggered your memories and he was the one who made you cry.

i can see him shedding some tears as he embraced you

he would be more careful around you now, instantly stopping all his teasing when you told him to in all seriousness

‘if i ever go too far again, please tell me or punch me or i don’t know. if i ever make you cry again i feel like i have failed. i want to protect you from now on.’

iwaizumi

you two are masters of the fight

you both are quiet quiet while fighting. it takes much for iwaizumi to lose his cool. most of the time you just rationally argue with both of you accepting their own faults and apologizing.

but even you have your downs

this fight was different from any other you ever had.

you frequently had sleepovers with oikawa together and he is a little shit but we still love him

just to tease iwa he flirted with you from time to time and mostly it did not bother you much as you didn’t pay it much attention

it still bothered iwa but mostly resulted in iwa throwing something at oikawa

this evening it went way too far

oikawa was on it again. you and him sat on the sofa, oikawa constantly throwing pick up lines at you while you looked at your phone and iwa was in the kitchen getting popcorn for the movie you guys were about to watch

let’s say you totally ignored oikawa you nodding every three seconds.

‘hey, y/n! let’s take a selfie together.’ in that moment iwa came back.

you two leaned in for the photo and shortly before oikawa took it, he leaned in and kissed you.

like on the lips

you shoved him away instantly and covered your mouth with your hand

iwa took him by the collar and kicked him out of the apartment.

you were in shock and went to the kitchen to get something to drink. iwa came after you as you looked at him with wide eyes.

did he look angry? with you?

‘iwa wha-’

‘what the hell was this about?’

‘huh? what do you mean??? he kissed me! not the other way around!’

‘BUT IT IS YOUR FAULT! HE FLIRTS WITH YOU ALL DAY LONG AND YOU JUST SIT THERE AND DON’T DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT-’

as soon as he had started yelling you panicked. he had never lashed out at you like this before and it seriously scared you.

subconsciously you backed away with every word he threw at you until your back hit the wall. you were trapped.

you clearly started shivering but iwa was so furious that he didn’t notice the state you were in.

you raised your hands to cover yourself as he stepped closer, still yelling. he grabbed one of your arms and ripped it from your face to make you look at him and you yelped.

apparently this was when he looked at you too.

your knees and arms were shaking as you tried to press your body as close into the corner of the room as possible, tears were running down your face and you began to sob

‘i-i’m sorry. don’t hit me, please.’ he instantly let go of your arm

boy was so confused until he remembered the time you told him about this abusive ex-partner of yours during one of your late night talks. in that night he had sworn to protect you.

it broke his heart when he realized he was the one to scare you like this

he grabbed your arm again but more gentle and pulled you into a tight hug. one of his arms around your waist and the other at the back of your neck as you cried into his chest. he rested his chin on the top of your head and apologized over and over again until your sobs had died out.

he still continued to hold you close until you pulled away and looked him in the eyes. he then kissed your tears away and rested your foreheads together after.

‘i’m sorry i lost my temper. you were not at fault here.’ and you kissed him passionately.

‘you know you are the only one for me, right?’ and he smiled the most heart melting smile you have ever seen.

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sliggoons · 5 years ago

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Concept: You’re stuck inside cuz it’s storming really badly outside, so you cuddle up with Guzma to watch BBC Earth. Yes, that one episode about the bugs in the rainforest. Only if you’re feeling up to it, I hope you have a great day regardless!

I’ve never actually SEEN the bbc earth bug episode but I try my best

Also I’M SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG! I love this request so much!!!!!! I’ve just been going thru it ngl. I hope this is well worth the wait! Hope you’re doing well anon :)

(also I appreciate your 2nd ask with the specification of either hc or drabble!!!)

This made me think,, does the Pokemon universe have like, regular bugs??? Like flies, mosquitoes, ants???????? Cause they have like, ant pokemon? Who do ant things ? but are bigger than normal ants ??? Idk tell me what yall think

A Show About Bugs, Guzma x Reader Drabble

The storm had been raging all morning, and well into the afternoon, battering the sides of the mansion in heavy sheets of rain. Finally growing tired of playing games with the grunts, you retreated back up into Guzma’s room. He had left your side a few hours ago to accomplish some Team Skull related work in the quiet of his bedroom, but you found him curled up in bed, buried under thick blankets.

“Hey Guz,” you greeted quietly, careful in case he had fallen asleep. And he had. You watched the gentle rise and fall of his torso, even more massive than usual under all those covers. You snuck into bed beside him, slowly slipping under the blankets, trying not to wake him up.

The room was dark, charcoal grey clouds brewing outside the window, fat droplets of rain pelting the earth, the trees bent over by the wind. Thunder roared, and you could hear the lightning crackle. Occasionally it seemed like the whole town would shake on its foundation from the sheer force of the storm. Yet Guzma managed to stay asleep, resting so peacefully and undisturbed.

You grabbed the remote, turning on the TV and instantly turning the volume low, not wanting to wake your adorable boyfriend. You couldn’t stop the smile that flowered on your face as Guzma reached for you even in his sleep, wrapping a strong arm and large hand around your waist. He mumbled something, his face pressed into your back, but you couldn’t quite catch what it was.

Flipping through the channels, something caught your attention. It was a show, featuring a lush, bright green jungle. You could barely hear the audio but you knew it was some sort of documentary about insects. Right now they were filming a praying mantis.

A few minutes in, you heard a groan from behind you, a yawn, and Guzma’s arm temporarily left your body as he stretched, awkwardly, still laying down. He settled back down with a thump, pulling you close to him once more. “Oh, babe, when’d you get here?” he mumbled, his voice foggy from sleep. He pressed a few gentle kisses onto your shoulders, combing your hair out of the way.

You chuckled, sending a light elbow to his ribs. “Look what’s on.”

“Hmm?” He shuffled, propping himself up on an elbow to peer over you. “A show about bugs?” He rubbed his eye with a closed fist, yawning once more. “Turn it up, would ya?”

You did as he asked, hearing the narrator’s odd accent for the first time, certainly one you had never heard before. You paid less attention to the information about bugs, and focused more on Guzma, who was raptly watching the show. You thought it was the cutest thing.

“Babe, babe! Look at that one, pretty cool, innit?” He was pointing out a small ant, you didn’t see anything too special about it. He would repeat the facts he learned to you, immensely excited as if he discovered it himself.

“WOAH! Didja know it can lift 5,000 times its own weight? That’s insane!”

You giggled and laughed along with Guzma, amazed at his child-like fascination and curiosity. But all too soon the show ended. “What? Over all ready?”

“We can watch it again tomorrow, but right now I’m getting sleepy,” you joked, turning over on your side to face Guzma.

“Wait, for real? We can watch it again?” Guzma looked at you, his eyes wide, shining with hope.

You lost it, laughing, tilting your head back. “If you really want to,” you replied, pulling him down to cuddle with you. You fell asleep to the comforting sound of Guzma’s slowing breaths, and the drizzling rain outside.

#ten #pokemon sumo #pokemon sun and moon #pokemon #pokemon x reader #pokemon guzma #pokemon imagines #Guzma x reader #Guzma imagine #guzma

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anoutlandishfanfic · 5 years ago

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Metamorphosis Chapter 25: In the Womb of the Earth.

*waves at all y’all collectively* I CAME BACK LIKE I SAID I WOULD!!!

So, I started this chapter way back in November/December (read: after the previous chapter posted) and then everything fell apart. My health took a nosedive (I’m having surgery day after tomorrow) and I was literally focused on getting thru the day and surviving work and my brain couldn’t function on the level I needed it to to write this chapter. Things have gotten a little better (soon to be a LOT better) and I managed to crank this one out!

Special thanks to @thefraserwitch for the constant stream of texts that inspired a whole heckuva lot and to @diversemediums for being the confirming POST IT voice that I seem to always need in my life. Y’all rock.

BUT ANYWAY HERES THE DEETS

The Premise: What if Claire had conceived on her wedding night to Jamie?

You can find the previous chapter here (Part One / Part Two) if you need to catch up (I wouldn’t blame you). You can also find the master list of the whole fic here on Tumblr or its also current on AO3.

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February 20th, 1744; The Abbey, Scotland.

“I’m fine,” I glared at Jamie and pointed to our chamber’s door for good measure, insisting, “Go.”

He made no move to do so, his auburn brows bunched together in concern instead as he observed, “Ye’re lookin’ a bit green aboot the gills, Sassenach.”

“I’m just tired,” I hedged.

It certainly wasn’t a lie.

We’d sail with the next morning’s tide and the knowledge had everyone on edge. No one had slept well the night before, nor had anyone high hopes of the day passing quickly. Time seemed to stretch on forever now that the end was in sight and my husband’s nervous presence — though well intended — was becoming insufferable.

“Can I help ye back into bed, a’ least?” he offered. “Do ye think you could sleep a wee bit?”

I contemplated this, then turned my gaze to my usual chair by the fire. It was a worn out sort — overstuffed to the point that it made reclining bliss — with a low footstool to accommodate my swollen ankles.

Did I want to lay down completely… or just sit a while?

A wave of bone-aching fatigue washed over me, but my brain rattled off all the things that still needed to be done before we left.

How many more linens would Brother Erastus let me turn into nappies?

Brother Nathaniel said he’d see to the food stores for the journey, but I wanted to inspect them yet today… so I’d have time to repack should I need to.

Come to that, were our things packed?

I winced, knowing I’d think of a dozen more things my weary mind had forgotten once I got started.

Maybe I would just sit a bit.

A decidedly Scottish noise broke into my thoughts as a warm hand slipped around mine, gently leading me towards the edge of the bed.

I opened my mouth to protest but stopped as he eased me onto the soft mattress, swinging my feet up and helping me roll onto my left side. I grabbed for all the available pillows — gleefully seizing Jamie’s — and was soon completely ensconced.

Bloody hell, this feels amazing.

I heard a rumble of laughter from above me and lifted my face for a kiss, Jamie happily obliging.

“Sleep well, my hen,” he crooned, his thumb gently stroking my cheek as his lips hovered just above mine.

I realized that I really must look something like a mother hen tucked up in her nest and a slow smile spread across my face as I kissed him again.

“I willna be gone long,” he assured me a moment later when we came up for air. “Jus’ to see Murtagh about the carriage, aye?”

“Take your time… I’m not going anywhere.”

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Jerking awake to the sound of the door bouncing off the wall, I caught a rather undignified squeal of alarm just before it left my lips as I was yanked from a deep, numbing sleep and thrust unceremoniously into the land of the living.

I lifted my head from the pillow and discovered I was no longer alone in the room, but now in the middle of a veritable bear pit. Loud, male declarations of Herself’s safe arrival and that there’d been nae trouble aboot the matter at all only muddied the waters as I blinked groggily, hastily looking for my husband amid the array of kilts and breeks.

“Aye, place it there,” came his voice, followed by a muffled thud as they did so, and I dropped my head back down onto the pillow.

He was here. He obviously had things — whatever the hell they may be — well in hand. If I were needed, he certainly knew where to find me.

My hand slid up between the sheets and I lifted it to my face, rubbing my heavy eyes as I tried to place what on earth they could be talking about. Why they couldn’t use proper nouns in this godforsaken country like any other civilized people was beyond me.

The movement accomplished nothing except to wake the rest of my body up, settling a dull, pulsating throb in the depths of my skull and my hip to aching with such a veracity that I could have sworn my fall in the Theive’s Hole had been yesterday, not four months ago.

“Jamie?” I called and the room fell instantly silent as they all quite suddenly remembered my presence.

My voice had sounded pitiful, even to my own ears, but I didn’t care. I needed him to explain what the hell was going on and get the rest of these men out of my room… and he’d better do it quick.

“Och, I’m sorry to be wakin’ ye, lass!” Willie’s voice was the first to profess from somewhere at the back of the crowd, “Tis only tha’ we thought ye’d be wantin’ to ken wha—“

But Jamie immediately pushed through the throng and succinctly cut him off, his face drawn with concern as he nearly threw himself onto the floor at the side of the bed. I reached for him and he bent over me, kissing my brow softly as he apologized profusely, “Christ, I’m sorry, lass!”

My abject confusion over the situation must have been evident, for he continued on without letting me speak.

“Lady Drummohr sends you her good wishes, mo nighean donn… She says she hopes she’ll see you at dinner but understands if you dinna feel up to it… Says she remembers bein’ this far wi’ her own bairns an’ wouldna blame ye if he didna leave yer chamber this evenin’... I’ll give her your thanks, aye?”

I shook my head, dismissing both the notion that I was so feeble that couldn't leave my room and the cancellation of the opportunity to see a real, bonafide mother in the flesh for the first time since arriving at the abbey ten weeks ago.

“What is that?” I scowled vaguely in Murtagh’s direction, where a good sized trunk lay at the man’s feet. He stood beside Jamie with the barest hint of a smile beneath his heavy beard and I knew something was up.

I may have a name to go with the who but I still hadn’t the foggiest idea of the what.

“Aye, tis from the Lady,” Jamie continued, his face brightening with excitement. “She said she didna ken how much you were able to take awa’ with you, so she brought some things you may be needin’ for yourself an’ the bairns.”

“Oh, Jamie…”

All of the air left my lungs in a mighty whoosh as everything came rushing back to me.

We would, indeed, be sailing to France, but first we would have to successfully make it aboard the ship.

There were at least half a dozen of His Majesty’s finest dragoons stationed in the village just outside the abbey and positioned at strategic points between here and the harbor. We would need to fool every single one of them… and Dougal had found a perfect cover for us in one Lady Margaret Grant of Drummohr. Hailing from Dalkeith, a good three days' ride away, she would not be recognized as anything other than a traveling woman of good repute.

I could then take her place with a nom de guerre of my choosing, with Jamie and Murtagh trading places with two of her footmen, and we’d safely ride to the harbor in our luxurious borrowed carriage. Should we be stopped leaving the abbey — and heaven forbid we would — I could explain in my blatantly British accent that I was sailing for Le Havre where I would be meeting my merchant marine husband.

But I hadn’t counted on Lady Margaret being generous above and beyond her arrangement with Dougal.

My free hand lifted to my lips, my fingers trembling as Jamie undid the latch and opened the trunk. He lifted out a small quilt and placed it on the coverlet before me, then froze as he spotted the fragile contents below.

“Oh God, Claire,” Jamie wheezed, immobile at the sight of four tiny baby gowns.

I reached out blindly through sudden tears, needing to touch the garments — to touch him — and was rewarded with both. His arms wrapped around me again, his head dipping into the curve of my neck as the tips of my fingers reverently traced the swirls of thistles and leaves around the neck of one gown.

“I don’t... I didn’t have any clothes for them,” I swallowed hard, trying to tramp down the feeling of complete and utter inadequacy, “Jamie, I barely have nappies for them to shit it, how the hell am I supposed to be a mother to them?!”

His head lifted and his blue eyes — so completely calm, damn him — focused on mine, one corner of his mouth lifting in a slight smile as he assured, “We’ll manage it, mo nighean donn… There’s the both of us, aye? I’ll no’ be lettin’ ye fall.”

I kissed him then, pulling him closer in desperate urgency. His lips met mine and anchored me to him, holding me fast as I tried to make sense of the storm building around me.

“I’ve got you,” he crooned, pressing my head against his chest when we came up for air.

I concentrated on the sound of his pulse, the rhythm of his heartbeat against my cheek, and slowly felt clarity return to me.

“What else is in there?” I sniffed.

His arms loosened around me and he peered over the edge of the trunk a moment.

“More wee things for the bairns… but I think this one’s for you, Sassenach.”

With this he let go, retrieving a bodice and woolen skirt dyed a deep navy blue from the depths of the wooden chest.

“Well, it certainly wouldn’t fit you,” I grinned and took it from him.

He grunted good naturedly at my jest and obediently bent his head for a closer look when I shoved the bodice back into his lap, cheering with delight.

“Oh, aye,” he nodded appreciatively, yet his voice held that hollow tone of disproportionate earnest. “Tha’ll do verra nicely for you, Sassenach.”

I rose one brow at him, “You have no idea why I’m excited about it, do you?”

“Aye, well… tis a new frock, isn’t it? An’ a bonnie one a’ that,” his grin turned sheepish as he confessed.

I lunged for him, meaning to poke him between the ribs, but he caught my hands well in time and I laughed.

“The boning, the lacing of it,” I nodded towards the bodice, “It’s made for mothers!”

“Oh, aye?” his brows shot up at this and he dropped my hands in order to take a second, proper look.

I began to examine the waistband of the matching skirt as he did so and very much liked what I found.

“So’s this,” I continued. “I can wear it now and continue to after they’re here.”

He handed it back with a greater appreciation, his gaze growing wistful, “Did Jenny’s gowns have such things?”

I nodded, fighting back my gut-wrenching yearning for Jamie’s elder sister. It was always there, brooding under the surface as I contemplated our life to come. I didn’t have much of anything in the way of worldly goods, but what I did have, I’d gladly give to have her with us.

“We may be leaving Scotland at dawn,” I whispered hoarsely, then swallowed hard in order to continue, “but I know we’ll be back… I just know it. You children will see their birthright. I promise you.”

He leaned forward and kissed me softly, the promise of his body, of his protection and undying love echoing my own.

Leaning back after a moment with a sigh, his gaze fell on the tiny baby gowns and his eyes took on a light of complete wonder.

“I havena held a bairn in a verra long time,” his voice was deeper than usual, husky with longing to take his own children into his arms. “I ken they’ll be wee… but, a dhia, Sorcha, I forgot just how much so.”

I draped the gowns over the swell of our children and brought his hand to the place where one insisted on causing a disturbance within me.

Nodding, I pressed hard against them, urging them to respond to us, “But they’re strong.”

“Aye,” he brought his lips to mine as his children proved my point emphatically, “Just like their mother.”

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Later That Evening

Dinner had been delightful, though we’d still excused ourselves as soon as was appropriate, citing our early departure.

But in truth, I had only one destination in mind.

The hot spring.

I shut the door of our chamber behind us with a grin and leaned against it, insisting abruptly, “Take off your clothes.”

Jamie started visibly then burst out laughing as he sat down hard upon the bed.

“Oh, aye?” He rose a brow when he could finally speak, his shoulders still shaking, “Is tha’ how it’s goin’ to be?”

Heat rose to my cheeks as I shook my head in mock derision, reaching over to the nearly empty chest of drawers and withdrawing two homespun robes of a deep chestnut hue. I tossed one to him and his amusement turned to curiosity.

“I want to show you something,” I blurted, not wanting to give away the surprise and yet needing to get him out of the room somehow.

Both brows rose nearly to his hairline as he looked at me skeptically.

“An’ I must wear this?”

I undid the lacing of my new bodice, commenting, “We both are.”

“Ye’re delirious, Sassenach,” Jamie shook his head. “Ye canna be tellin’ me ye mean to wander about in nothin’ but that?”

“Well,” my blush rose considerably and I wished he’d just put on the damn thing and be done with it already, “it covers more than you’d think… and I stick to the shadows.”

“Ye’ve done this before?!”

The incredulity of the idea had him back on his feet in an instant, a fire burning bright in his eyes.

“I have,” my chin rose defiantly, “and I plan on doing it one last time before we go.”

A slow grin spread across his face, the indignation in his eyes melting into unfettered requirement.

“With me?”

“Of course with you,” I snorted, shoving his robe against his chest. “Just put the bloody thing on, will you?”

He did so immediately, then helped me in turn, all the while his grin permanently splitting his face in two.

“Good,” I appraised him, adjusting the belt around my waist more securely.

“Shall we go, then?”

Jamie rose a brow at this and opened the door, bowing low over his hand as he gestured into the deep shadows of the hall.

Slipping my hand into the crook of his arm, we made our way wordlessly along the dark passageways. We turned this way and that, the slope of the floor slowly dipping as we got closer. Finally reaching the door to the passageway, I opened it and sighed with relief as I found the sconces already lit.

We continued on for some time and eventually had to walk single file as the tunnel narrowed.

“Are ye sure ye ken where we’re goin’?” Jamie asked skeptically from behind me, his frown evident in the darkness.

I suppressed a laugh and brushed the tips of my fingers along the solid rock wall, “Well, there’s no chance of us taking a wrong turn, now is there?”

The tunnel was dimly lit and full of twists and turns, but held no offshoots or forks of any sort. It simply led to our destination, which was the only reason the brothers let me travel to and fro unattended. There was absolutely no chance of me getting lost underground as I traversed completely naked beneath my borrowed robe.

Brother Jeremiah had introduced me to the abbey’s restorative hot springs during the long weeks of Jamie’s recovery. I could slip away and find relief for a few hours as Murtagh watched over our beloved charge. The warm buoyancy of the water relieved the pressure of the lives within me, rewinding time to give my body back to me. The quiet solitude soothed my frazzled nerves and slowly healed the mental and emotional wounds inflicted by the horrible ordeal we had all just gone through.

The heat of the spring wafted towards us quite suddenly and a shiver of excitement ran up my spine, raising gooseflesh in its wake.

“We’re almost there,” I assured him unnecessarily.

The light of the cavern was discernible before us — bless the brothers for preparing it for us — and Jamie now could see it for himself. We continued on a few paces more and then we stood in the midst of the gaping cavern. Sconces were positioned here and there between us and the shore, attempting to illuminate the void, but great gaps of darkness stood beyond and it was clear that the space was a good deal larger than either of us could imagine.

I let out a sigh of absolute delight, so relieved to finally be here, and asked, “Do you like it?”

Jamie didn’t answer but looked around with his mouth agape. I knew the feeling fell, but my eagerness to be within the pool had me disrobing before my poor husband knew what was happening. I had one foot in when his voice stopped me.

“Christ, Sassenach,” he burst in delight, “‘tis a hot spring!”

I laughed and continued my descent down the carved stone steps.

“Oh, you do. Good,” I grinned and reached the bottom. “Do come in, then.”

Jamie shed his robe, but kept a firm hold of his skepticism, asking from the top of the stairs, “How hot is it? Should ye be bathin’ in it in yer condition, Sassenach?”

I shook my head, my curls splaying this way and that on the surface of the water, and I rolled my eyes.

If he only knew how bloody amazing it feels in here.

The muscles of my lower back had immediately relaxed upon contact with the water, my hips loosened and my breathing eased. They seemed to like it too, for they tumbled with delight at the first and then settled into a blissful slumber. I could walk slowly about, stretching my long limbs without the strain of gravity. Or I sometimes lay my arms on the stone ledge of the shore, resting my head atop them as I let my legs float out from beneath me… levitating weightless in the water.

“It gets hotter the further out you go,” I assured him, gesturing vaguely into the darkness. “I stay over here in the shallows and I’m just fine… it's like a splendid bath that never grows cold.”

He continued in, the water slowly swallowing him up as he joined me. The awe was back in his eyes, now seeing and feeling for himself what a splendid thing this was. He wiggled his toes in the clean, black sand at the bottom of the pool, sending pulsating currents over my own. The surface looked deceptively still, but there were small currents here and there if you knew where to find them… the pulse of the living, breathing spring.

Jamie turned to grin at me in the darkness, his teeth flashing white in the sconces’ flickering light.

“Christ, Sassenach,” he repeated and shook his head, completely at a loss.

I laughed, “You approve, then?”

“Oh, aye,” he insisted, looking ‘round excitedly. “I do, indeed.”

Jamie bounced on his toes slightly as he squinted out into the darkness.

“How far does it go?”

“I’m not sure,” I shrugged. “It got too hot for me.”

He nodded with an adorable sense of determination and I knew he was out to explore this oasis I had just introduced him to. He started to move away but I touched his arm, stopping him for a moment.

“Be careful, alright?”

His face melted and he leaned back in for a kiss, nudging my nose with his, “Aye, I’ll keep an eye for any wee beasties.”

“Any big ones too.”

“Mmm,” he kissed me again, “I think we’re quite safe, m ’ionmhas. Though, tis a shame we left our pet selkie behind, hmm?”

I laughed and shoved him away, letting him explore to his heart’s content. I could hear him splash this way and that, muttering to himself, but was surprised when he returned shortly after he left.

“Nothing out there?”

He snorted, “Entirely too much that I canna see… and you’re right, tis a good deal hotter out there.”

His skin was delightfully warm as I slipped my arms around his neck with a sigh. Resting my cheek against his chest, I let my feet float out beneath me. He towed me slowly around the edge of the pool, the water rippling over my legs and abdomen feeling remarkably like his caressing hands. I became warmer and more aroused by the moment, the tips of my sensitive breasts brushed against his chest and set off fireworks deep within me.

He found the man-made niche cut into the wall that I liked to frequent and sat on the wooden bench, pulling me to sit sideways on his lap. I knew there was plenty of room for both of us on it and pushed him backwards as I moved to straddle him. The eager glow in his eyes set me afire as I settled myself more comfortably, treasuring him for a moment before guiding him home. The accompanying inrush of hot water surprised me for a brief moment, but I soon found it incredibly exhilarating and settled myself with a sigh of pleasure.

“Oh, I like that one,” he purred.

I blinked at him stupidly and asked, “Like what?”

“That sound you made,” he explained, the delight evident in his eyes, “the wee squeak.”

I didn’t think it was possible to blush — I knew my skin was already flushed to the point of beet red — and I found myself dropping my gaze, hoping my hair would fall in my face and hide my embarrassment.

“I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to be noisy.”

Jamie tipped my chin up, brushing the curls from my brow as he insisted gently, “I said I like it.”

I nodded, not entirely sure what to say to that and found I didn’t have to, for he continued.

“And I do… ‘tis one of the things I like best about bedding you, Sassenach,” he grinned, “the small noises that you make.”

He cradled my head in his hands, kissing me with an urgency that made me forget myself once more, and shifted his hips just so beneath me. I half stifled a gasp and he commented softly, “Aye, like that.”

“That's what I thought most about,” Jamie murmured, his hands slowly caressing my back, curving around to cup my breasts, to frame the swell of our children.

“In prison, at night… chained in a room with dozens of other men, listening to the snoring and farting and groaning. I thought of those small, tender sounds that you make when I love you… and I could feel you there next to me in the dark, breathing soft and then faster, and the little grunt that you give when I first take you, as though you were settling yourself to your job.”

My breathing was certainly coming faster now, my head light. Had it not been for my rather firm hold of him down below the surface, I was sure I would have floated far away into oblivion.

“Even better,” his lips brushed against my neck, sending a shiver of delight up and down my spine, “when I come to you fierce and wanting... and ye wimper under me and struggle as though you’re struggling to get away, and I know ‘tis only that you’re struggling to come closer... and I’m fighting the same fight.”

His hands sank to my hips, slipping between us to caress the stretched and yearning point of our joining. I quivered and my breath went from me in an unwilled gasp.

“Or when I come to you needing… and you take me into you with a sigh and that quiet hum like a hive of bees in the sun,” a sweet smile played at his lips, “and ye carry me into peace with a little moaning sound.”

“Jamie,” I hoarsely whispered, my need nearly strangling me. “Jamie, please.”

He kissed me soundly as his hands settled around my waist, slowing me until I groaned around his lips.

“Not yet. We’ve time, mo chridhe,” he calmly answered. “I mean to hear ye groan like that again… to moan and sob, though ye dinna wish to, for ye canna help it… I mean to make you sigh as though your heart would break and scream with the wanting... and at last to cry out in my arms… and I shall know I’ve served you well.”

With that, my release overtook me, shooting like a dart into the depths of my belly. It loosened my joints so that my arms slipped limp off his shoulders, Jamie’s steadying hands all that kept me from drowning.

Resting my head against his chest, I felt boneless as a jellyfish. I didn’t know — or care — what sort of noises I’d been making, but felt incapable of coherent speech.

That is, until he began to move again... strong as a shark under the water.

“Oh God, no,” I protested. “Jamie, no. I can’t bear it like that again.”

The blood was still pounding in my fingertips and his movement inside me was an exquisite torture.

“You can… for I love you,” his lips brushed against my neck. “And you will, for I want you… but, dinna fash, for this time I go with you.”

Bloody hell, you’re coming with me, I vowed.

I lifted my hands to his chest and splayed my fingers wide, still trembling as I pressed my palms against his slippery skin. Sliding my hands up, I took hold of his shoulders and shoved him the couple inches backwards into the stone wall of the niche with all the strength I could muster.

Jamie’s eyes flew open in surprise and the arousal I found there was the second wind I needed.

His brows rose suggestively and I sat back — settling myself to my business, as he had so eloquently stated before. His hands settled at my waist, curving round to clenching my buttocks tightly as I rode him towards oblivion.

A low groan rumbled within him and I cupped one hand beneath his head, pulling back up to me by the scruff of his neck. I was rewarded with a Christ, Claire and kissed him hard as I sank even deeper. It wouldn’t — couldn’t — be long now for either of us and with that knowledge, I tossed restraint to the wind.

“You are mine,” I repeated, the final vowel twisting into a cry of pure ecstacy.

I heard his own cry and I knew I had served him well.

#outlander #outlander fanfic #Metamorphosis AU #chapter 26 #in the womb of the earth

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blackicephantom · 3 years ago

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The black dragon and the coward CH. 12

Note: I know your all waiting for something different, but this needs to happen first. Trust me. Please tell me what you think, because i feel a little insecure about this one......

Please enjoy!

Tagged: @patolemus , @runestarchild

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Somewhere in the ocean

A long, serpentine, figure swam slowly through the water, when it felt a certain kind of vibration. The fins on its head tried to locate the origin, but to no avail. Then something poked him at the back of his mind and he started to surface. The blue scales glimmered in the sunlight and the slim face rose skyward. Just a single moment and he heard the cry, the call to come home.

With a swift jump he dove back into the depths of the water, only to jump back out in a high arch and with his own melodious cry. His main fins spread wide and his tail finished his elegant form.

The Oceanblue Raindragon recognized and answered the call to arms. And in a show of power dark storm clouds started to form and seconds later heavy rain fell upon the earth and the sea.

Once his body was back in the water he took the course back home.

Colonello, the Oceanblue Raindragon, swam swiftly and as fast as he could. His family was waiting for him.

Deep in the mountains

Fon sat quietly near his den, when the wind started to pick up and dark clouds started to form. Electricity shot up his spine and he shuddered. He stood up and watched as all the birds stopped singing and the wind howled louder and louder. Red flames engulfed his form and scales replaced soft skin.

In one smooth movement he circled a few times around the mountain he dwelled in, so that his upper body and head are even with the mountain's peak. His mane and his whiskers danced in the wind and he knew. Just then a roar echoed thru his stoney valley and resonated with his own wish and desire.

He rose up, slightly above the mountain top and sang his own song to join that of his brothers. A rough and yet calm sound left his throat and the winds around him turned themselves into little hurricanes and storms, ready to cut down the land itself.

He knew that he said he would look for Kyoya but it seems that this will have to wait, just a little bit longer. As the last note of his cry faded away, he took to the sky and started in the direction of the forest he had left only days prior.

The Bloodred Stormdragon heard and heeded the call to arms.

Inside a secret lab

Beeping filled the dark room a lonesome and glasses wearing figure occupied. Many monitors showed him just as many sceneries and yet nothing changed. He’s been in this laboratory for years now, researching everything that came to mind, but mostly ways to protect his own, so that what happened on that fateful day would not repeat itself. And he’s been waiting. Waiting for that one moment…… Verde knew that his home underground was anything but optional, but he also knew Reborn….. and all the others…..

Suddenly almost all of his instruments measured impossible data. The displays went highwire and a few displays even broke down due to the sudden intensity. A smirk and a low chuckle escaped him. Of course this would happen shortly after he thought about it.

He stood up, ignoring all his different machines and displays and went to the small lift he built to make his way to the surface. On the ride up he thought about many things. Even about his fellow Arcobaleno….. which was more than unusual. But it has been a few years now. And just as Reborn has said: this years have felt like they went by in the blink of an eye for him.

Once he was back above the ground he took a deep breath and looked around.

Unlike what his instruments had shown him, the world was silent. And that could only mean one thing: he was not alone. But out of all the people that knew him, only two could really find him. The first one is the one to call them home and the other one the silent killer in their ranks.

He watched as mist slowly crawled along the ground, which confirmed his suspicion.

A small rustling reached his ears and he just stood still and quiet, once again waiting. Next came hissing and a long indigo coloured body, only seen in parts. The mist grew thicker with every passing moment and the long body started to draw steadily closer. Then there was someone behind him but he doesn’t turn around. Doesn’t need to.

“I see that you’ve found me, Viper.” A hissed laugh was his answer and just as the mist and the stillness had appeared, it vanished. Suddenly there were howling winds and pouring rain and, most importantly, the still sounding roar of their own kin.

Both Arcobaleno looked up into the slowly graying sky and knew it was time.

With the flash of a single lightning bolt a massive creature stood amidst the green. A long maw and strong legs were the most prominent features, closely followed by the sparking yellow spikes that run along it’s back and tail and its dark green scales. Lightning crashed into the trees and rushed through the clouds above while a thick misty blanket fell over the earth, obscuring the view of all that dared to look.

Around that massive body the other one curled in on himself, his body slowly growing and a pair of thin looking wings sprouting from his form.

And thus two more voices joined the almighty song of the weather.

A low and rumbling growl from the Forestgreen Lightningdragon and a deafening yet silent screech from the Indigoblue Mistdragon. Thous two also heard the call to arms and were ready to take back what was once stolen. Their answer resonated with the cries of their brothers and no sooner were they on their way. One digging his way home and the other silently sliding close behind him.

In a village on the other end of the continent

Chains rattled as another foolish human tried to get too close to him, his tails trashing behind him. It's been ages that he has seen the sky or breathed fresh air. These villagers only caught him by sheer luck and a great deal of misfortune on his part.

The long spikes along his back vibrated gently and he raised his head, ignoring the weapons that were pointed at him. The air was charged with something…..exciting. A familiar tension filling his core and making his heart pound. It was like the thrill right before a battle and he fucking missed this. He wanted to stretch his wings, follow the clouds he was born in but this stupid chains kept him grounded.

Then there was a rumbling, right outside his meager cage. He watched as lightning tore through the sky and rain started up, which got stronger and stronger with every passing minute. His anticipation grew as the wind turned into cutting blades, almost blowing his captors away. A storm was brewing and he knew exactly who started it. So he concentrated on the wind, on the vibrations in the air and every sound that comes from somewhere farther away. And there it was: a melody so long forgotten and yet still so beautiful and familiar. The song of his family! It was time to return!

Clouds gathered all around the Village and blocked the usually bright sun. People were starting to panic and the guards that are supposed to keep watch over him became scared. His tails trashed again right before three became one and his two wings became four. Because of the increased mass of his wings the chains keeping him down broke and because of the decreased number of tails the chains keeping him pinned slipped away. He was almost free, yesssss, he could almost taste it! Only thing left to destroy was the cage keeping him here. Four wings returned to being two and one tail became three again and with the spiked tips he just slashed his way to freedom, cutting through the iron bars like nothing.

Taking a running start he swept into the air, chirping his own answer to the long overdue call to arms. The Violentpurple Clouddragon, Skull, was on his way home. Six feathered wings carried him towards his brothers, his purple scales riddled with scars.

The clouds accompanied him and shrouded his figure from view.

Back with Tsuna and Reborn

As Reborn finished his roar he settled back down and listened while he still supported Tsuna at his side. He too could feel the return of the boy's fire and couldn’t help his smirk. Iemitsu and the other foolish have no fucking idea what’s awaiting them.

From far away both could see dark clouds gathering, followed by pounding rain and destructive lightning. The slight breeze slowly grew into turbulent winds which in turn evolved into a raging storm. The air turned humid and the dragon watched satisfied as mist started to spread through the forest. Then he listened as one after another all their voices came together as a unique and beautiful song. All their specific tunes come together but something is still missing…… That’s the moment Reborn hears a soft humming, a tune that Luce used to sing….. It’s a soft lullaby that she sang for the kids.

Roaring once again the Midnightblack Sundragon completed the harmony.

The sky was once again filled with all the raging elements, waiting to avenge the dragon that’s been slain unjustified so long ago and to take revenge for all this undeserved pain and torment.

Inside of Vongola Nono’s office

Timoteo wasn’t an idiot. When he got the notice that Tsuna was missing, again, he knew that something was up. That thous three other boys were not to be found either worried him beyond belief. But when the weather started to change he clasped his hands together and started to pray, because this could only mean one thing.

The Arcobaleno were about to gather. And where the seven strongest get together, calamity almost always follows. And without a sky to soothe their rage he sees no hope for the village and his people. He saw what they could do while trying to protect someone. Now they didn’t have this luxury. He knew that something like this would happen someday, was even prepared to face the dragon's wrath this time. But he had his own duties to fulfill.

A knock on his door interrupted his thoughts and one of his guards entered. “Nono, our mages have returned.” He gave an affirmative hum and sighed. Before the guard could leave again Timoteo called out to him. “Please send in Coyote and the others, it’s an emergency.”

Timoteo, Vongola Nono, hoped against hope and prayed to all gods that would listen that the tragedy would not repeat itself. But when this haunting roar sounds again in the distance, Nono knows that their chances of survival are very slim to none existent. `Please have mercy, oh kind one and spare us the pain. Let us not spill innocent blood, let us not condemn our children.´ It was an old prayer, one that Vongola Primo taught in his time, but Nono has no other option left. A single tear slid down his wrinkled cheek.

`Oh kind one, let us live peacefully and in joy with the dragons harmony, sung in a lovely lullaby.´

_TBC_

#Khr #reborn x tsuna #r27 #dragon and coward #fanfic

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leasabbah · 4 years ago

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LEA'S LATE NITE QUARANTINE JAMS

As seen in CJLO Magazine

By Lea Sabbah

"COME THRU" - Joji

Joji — aka Filthy Frank, aka Pink Guy — established himself as our YouTube generation’s multifaceted early adopter, finally graduating to music in 2015 and dropping alt-hit after alt-hit on his debut EP. On Come Thru—from the 2017 drop Ballads 1— his croony, pseudo-falsetto performance makes for a pill-popping, late nite party jam whose hook truly comes thru.

"deep end" - Lykke Li

Swimming pool, swimming pool, swimming pool, swimming pool. I’m in it, I’m in it, I’m in it. Divin’ in it, divin’ in it. This infectious dream pop bop by Sweden’s very own Lykke Li. It quarantines itself into the cavities of your skull and builds a home, replaying on loop in your mind until you can’t remember the rest of the lyrics.

"Glimmer" - Tame Impala

Kevin Parker describes this stunning, metallic highlight as “A glimmer of hope, a twinkle. Fleeting, but unmistakable. Promising.” Crank the bass up! This cool house track is great for nighttime parties of one, complete with a Tatcha mask, a (small) glass of wine and maybe half a Xan.

"Resonance" - HOME

This track is found on every Simpson/Vaporwave YouTube video — but especially the one with Bart driving into the sunset (if you know, you know) — and sparks feelings of summer nostalgia, Mont-Royal nights and walks through La ville éphémère. Quarantine tip: fall into a YouTube rabbit hole of explanation videos on why the repetitive electro track is reminiscent of slick 80s synths and your favourite childhood ice cream place.

"PUFF LAH" - Kaytranada

Montreal’s favourite chill house beatmaker is at his best on "PUFF LAH", off the December 2019 EP, Bubba. While Kaytra can craft catchy alt-pop and R&B on the collaborative joints, he shines on his instrumentals, as evidenced by the 2018 Soundcloud drop, "Nothin Like U / Chances" — arguably some of his best. You can listen to the entirety of this 4-minute beat and it feels like a comprehensive song, even with its simple, repetitive sound.

"WAKING UP DOWN" - Yaeji

Boiler Room’s 2017 breakout electro K-pop composer and pro Drake-coverer is back with her first drop of 2020. She brings back mellow, chill house vocals and a beat perfect for a late night creative sesh. The pop-rap track is reminiscent of Tumblr favourite, raingurl, but with more anime.

"Shimmer" - Fabiana Palladino

This ultra-lovable track has all the basics of a cool, 80s-inspired alt-pop joint — glistening synths, a subtle bassline, breathy vocals and an anti-establishment message. Listen out for the muted snares and glittery reverbs at the start of the song, establishing the little-known Paul Institute vocalist far ahead of the competition. Fabiana, sweetie, if you’re reading this, we need new music in 2020!

"So Heavy I Fell Through the Earth" (Art Mix) - Grimes

If you haven’t developed a Grimes obsession after February’s Miss Anthropocene drop by Canada’s weirdest electro anti-pop McGill alumni, you’re not living. Claire Boucher, Vancouver’s very own Enya, describes the track as an ode to getting pregnant with genius-slash-ponzi-schemer, Elon Musk - and the ego death that comes with it.

"Blood" - Prince Josh (ft. LA Timpa & Yves Jarvis)

Don’t sleep on The 6ix’s Prince Josh. The producer, songwriter and DJ’s downtempo, instrumental hip-hop, interlaced with hypnotic sound and D&B stylings (2020’s hottest trend in music) is perfect for late night eats and drinks with friends via FaceTime.

"Norton Commander (All We Need)" - Men I Trust

MTL’s fave indie-pop band is at their best on Norton Commander (All We Need), a chill, bass-heavy track perfect for winding down with Emma Proulx’s vocals serenading you to sleep. What does the title mean? We’ll have to ask them over drinks at Le Ritz.

"Gold Teeeth" - Blood Orange (ft. Project Pat, Gangsta Boo & Tinashe)

Dev Hynes’ R&B brainchild, Blood Orange, wrapped up a big year in 2019 with the mixtape Angel’s Pulse, an eclectic, genre-defying collection of tracks that reminds you of your favourite early-00’s R&B. The collabs are where Blood Orange is at their best, with Gold Teeth being the tape’s magnum opus.

"DHL" - Frank Ocean

Frankie is in his prime on DHL, the low-key, chill vibe late night track about ramen noodles and a DHL package that’s coming soon. We need Frank Ocean raps.

"12.38" - Childish Gambino

Thank God for Donald Glover’s haphazard 3.15.20 album drop, blowing the rest of March’s music releases out of the water. On "12.38", Gambino raps about a love interest that gives him some shrooms, using 3-Stack’s Vibrate under a sensual falsetto and some voice acting. The variegated track takes you on a journey that ends with trippy ad-libs and 21 Savage rapping about Lamborghini whippin’ and Popeyes chicken.

"Snowchild" - The Weeknd

Toronto’s MJ-esque R&B phenomenon blends 80s synths with R&B and catchy pop on his new drop, After Hours. On Snowchild, he talks about his journey to fame and his past life on the skreets of the 6ix. There’s some weird interlude with Bella Hadid that no one cares about. The futuristic, dream wave track is one of the best on the new drop, perfect for a chill weeknight at home.

"Sound of Rain" - Solange

You can’t have a late night playlist without a track from When I Get Home. Fight me on it. The slow, rat-tat-tat sound of "Sound of Rain" is perfect for washing away the pain of COVID-19.

"LOYAL (Remix)" - PARTYNEXTDOOR (ft. Drake & Bad Bunny)

This cutesy, tropical pop vibe of "LOYAL" finds the Mississauga singer with a new sense of sweetness, accompanied by fellow fuckboy 6ixer, Drizzy. And our little angel, Bad Bunny. If you don’t live under a rock, you’ve probably been saying “You’re my bEeEeEeEeEeSt friend” for the last few weeks.

"After Hours" - The Weeknd

The perfect after hours bop. Sex, drugs and melancholy — where Abel’s at his best. We don’t want to see you in a healthy relationship. Please give us painful, dark Glass Table music.

"Fukk Sleep" - A$AP Rocky (ft. FKA Twigs)

The run-of-the-mill trap beat on Fukk Sleep - off of Rocky’s mediocre 2018 drop, Testing - makes it one of the most catchy tracks on the album, made complete by FKA Twigs’ tittering, high-pitched ramblings. The video for this track finds the pair running wild through NYC, breaking into a bodega and a Chinatown store. If you’re up at 4 a.m., quarantined on a Wednesday with nothing to do, this track takes you there.

"Hold On, We're Going Home" - Drake (ft. Majid Jordan)

Our baby daddy, our toxic, unstable but romantic ex, whining at his best on a track we all know and love. A cute reminder that If we just Stay Home™ and stay healthy, we can all get through this weird, apocalyptic reality.

"NOTHING LESS" - PARTYNEXTDOOR

The first track to PND’s new drop is the perfect outro for a late night music sesh, its dark hip-hop beat so easy on the ears that you almost forget about his low-key vocal chops. A quarantine track to remember.

Check out Lea's Late Nite Quarantine playlist now!

#publications #editorial

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portals-to-a-new-world · 5 years ago

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Ignorance is Bliss

(gif credit to @urban-trek-thru-middle-earth)

Who?: Billy Butcher x Reader

What?: Y/n discovers that Butcher sleeps in the nude

Part?: 1/2 (You can read the whole thing HERE)

Word Count: 842

Warnings: Borderline smut, pre-smut?, idk its low key hot and heavy the real smut will be in part 2, serious language warning (of course if you’ve seen the boys you know this 😂)

A/n: Whats up y’all this has been stuck in my brain ever since I saw a post the other day reminding the world that our lovely Butcher sleeps naked and I had to get it out. Merry Christmas if you celebrate it, and hope you all have had a wonderful holiday season! 💜💜💜 Last but most certainly not least, thank you to @bakerstreethound for literally everything she does ily bby

You were tired. 8 hours on the road, chasing down a lead that turned out to be yet another dead end, and you just wanted a hot shower and sleep. Preferably in that order. You sighed in relief as you pulled into the cheap Motel the boys had been staying at. At least it didn’t look as seedy as the last place you’d stayed in. Ever since Vought caught onto the plan to bring them down, you’d been staying at a different location each week to keep them off of your scent. You grabbed the bag you kept packed from the backseat and headed towards your room. It took you a few moments of fumbling around in the bag before you pulled out the key card and swiped it through the reader. Your brow furrowed as nothing happened. You tried it one more time before you remembered that Butcher gave you the spare card to his room, just in case. You groaned and felt around your bag until you found the right card, breathing out a sigh as it worked. You didn’t bother turning the lights on until you reached the bathroom, wanting to shower and fall into bed as quickly as possible. Another groan escaped you as you began to strip down, muscles stiff from driving all day. As you reached out to turn on the shower, a voice sounded out behind you.

“Don’t let me stop you, luv, coz this is a great fucking view,” You screamed and dove for a towel as the deep voice that could only belong to Butcher continued. “But what the fuck are you doing?”

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry I-” The words fell dead at the sight that greeted you when you looked up. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, smirk out in full force as you were confronted with the knowledge that Billy Butcher, hunter of superheroes and badass vigilante, apparently sleeps in the nude. Your eyes trailed down his chest, following the lines of muscles, man those shirts he wore hid just how cut he was, to the sheet draped across his lap. You swallowed hard, wrapping the towel tighter around yourself before you continued. “I guess I mixed up the room numbers. It’s really been one of those days.” You said, pinching the bridge of your nose in frustration. Of course, this would happen. Almost get your cover blown by an ex who just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time? Check. Waste an entire day on some bullshit conspiracy theorist pretending to have evidence about Compound V? Check. Walk in on the man who’d been invading your dreams ever since you first met? Bonus, he’s naked!

“I take it the lead was a crock o’ shite, then?” You couldn’t help but laugh.

“That is the understatement of the fucking century,” You said, moving to sit down before you remembered you were clad in only a towel. The thought of having to change back into clothes and go all the way back to your actual room almost had you in tears. “Do you uh- do you mind if I borrow your shower? I’d use mine, but I don’t think I’ll make it that far without my back seizing up.”

“Sure, one condition tho,” He said, cocking his head to one side before standing to his feet. Your breath caught in your throat as you fought to keep your eyes locked on his. You stepped back with each step he took closer until he had you backed against the counter.

“What’s that?” You managed to choke out.

“You let me join ya, and make up for sendin’ ya on that wild goose chase,” His words sent heat flaring straight through your core, and you nearly moaned when his hand began to toy with the skin just beneath the edge of your towel. “Can’t promise you’ll be any less sore after tho.”

“Butcher-” Your words were once again cut off with a gasp, this time by him grinding his hips against you. Your towel did nothing to conceal just how thick and hard he was, and you could only hope it hide just how embarrassingly wet you were. You shook your head to try and clear your thoughts. “Where’s this coming from?”

“Oh, c’mon now luv. We’ve been dancing ‘round each other for fuckin ages now,” He leaned in closer as he spoke. You shook your head slowly as his lips drew nearer.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I haven’t-”

“I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I can’t see you. Fuckin diabolical,” His hand came up to grip your jaw, not quite low enough to choke you but enough to make you inhale sharply. “Like you wanna fuckin eat me alive.” By then, his lips were ghosting yours, sending shivers down your spine. Fuck it

“You gonna let me? Eat you alive?” His resulting smirk gave you the only answer you needed before your lips slammed together hungrily.

Tags: @bakerstreethound (Let me know if you’d like to be added to a tag list)

#billy butcher x reader #smut

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tefanfics · 5 years ago

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Anonymous requested:

Request idea! Reader is friends with Taron and has feelings for him. Taron only sees reader as a friend, genuinely friends. Reader tells him how she feels and Taron has to break it to her he doesn't feel the same. They still are friends because they still care about each other. Reader helps Taron thru breakups and what not. Then on a set of one of his films, reader is there to support him cuz she's his bff. She still loves him and gets upset at a love scene. She sees the love scene and T confronts her about it. She tells him she still loves him after all this time and he tells her he feels the same. He started realizing how much he appreciated her after she told him the first time and grew feelings over the years❤️ sorry this is so long

I really love this idea. I debated first person but... We’re going a little more third person than usual so hopefully you still love it, Anon!

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Y/N sat with one leg crossed over the other, her elbow on the table with her cheek resting in her palm. She sighed as she watched him. He sat across the table with a script open, murmuring his lines.

“So you’re cool with running lines?” Taron asked without looking up. Y/N gave no response. Instead she stayed in la-la land, her mind running wild. “Earth to Y/N!”

“Huh? What?” She perked up, dropping her hand to her lap.

“Lines?”

“Yeah, sure,” she answered, smiling a little.

“Move your chair over here then,” Taron said as he gestured to the spot beside him. Y/N obliged and moved around the table. They shared the script, reading off lines. Normally Taron didn’t show his scripts but he knew how trustworthy Y/N was. She’d never given up any of his secrets in all of the years they had been friends.

When they were content with the work they had done, Taron packed his stuff and stood up.

“Thanks for your help. I’ve got to go meet my other half,” he said with a sheepish grin.

Y/N gulped and nodded, trying to hide her true emotions. “Yeah, no problem. See got later, T.” She waited until Taron was out of ear shot before letting out the heavy sigh that had filled her chest. She gathered her things and made her way out of the coffee shop they had met at.

She wanted nothing more than to tell Taron how she felt- how she really felt. She’d had feelings for him for a long time now but between Taron’s job and the occasional relationship, Y/N couldn’t convince herself that any time was the right time to lay that truth on him.

—-

That night, Y/N sat in her apartment with her phone at her side. She tried to focus on whatever show she had put on while she ate but nothing held her attention. She found herself checking for messages, though none came from the person she hoped for.

“A watched pot never boils, Y/N,” Nicole, Y/N’s roommate, spoke up as she left the kitchen.

Y/N rolled her eyes before giving a defeated nod. “Yeah I know.”

“Isn’t he with his girlfriend tonight?”

“Yup. Thanks for that reminder.” Y/N sighed and sank further into the plush couch.

“You need to move on. I know you two are friends, but, hun, that’s probably all it’ll ever be.” Nicole was careful with her words, treading lightly. She didn’t want to hurt Y/N but she was tired of seeing her friend hurt and long for someone who didn’t seem to reciprocate those feelings.

“Yeah, I know,” Y/N mumbled.

Nicole flashed her a knowing look before disappearing to her bedroom for the evening. Y/N tried even harder to focus on the TV now. She laid down and pulled the blanket from the back of the couch, draping it over her legs. She pulled the pillow close and tucked it under her head. She started to drift off to sleep but was pulled from it by a knock on the door.

Y/N grabbed her phone and checked the time, realizing just how late it had gotten. She stood up and approached the door, looking through the peephole.

“What the...?” She muttered as she unlocked the door. “T, what are you doing here?”

Taron stood outside of the apartment. His shoulders were slumped and his expression was sadder than Y/N had seen in a long time. His eyes were red and he looked absolutely defeated.

“Get in here,” she said as she took his hand, pulling him inside. She shut the door and locked it again before leading them to the couch. “What’s going on?”

“She dumped me,” Taron sighed. “I thought it was supposed to be a nice date but nope. I went to pick her up and she just called things off.” He covered his eyes and groaned, falling back against the couch.

“Oh no,” Y/N said quietly. “I-I’m sorry to hear that, Taron.” She hated seeing Taron this way, so sad and down on his luck. But she couldn’t help the tiny, inkling of a feeling that was happy that he was no longer with his girlfriend. Even if it made her selfish. “What can I do to help?”

Taron shrugged, letting his hands fall down beside him on the couch. “You can tell me what’s wrong with me that made her want to call it quits.”

“There’s nothing wrong with you. Don’t even start,” Y/N argued. “You’re smart and funny. Really talented. You can sing! Like really well! You’re so boisterous and fun. You always make me smile, T. You’re caring and genuine.” She stopped herself, knowing that she could’ve listed another twenty things easily if she had allowed it. “None of those things are bad things.”

Taron stayed quiet as he listened to Y/N. Every few words a little smile would try to fight its way on to his face. “Thanks,” he finally said. He sat up and looked at Y/N. “Sounds like you’ve had that list prepared for a while.”

Y/N let out an awkward laugh. Her cheeks turned red as she sat there. “Jus-Just being truthful, T. That’s all.”

“You sure about that?” Maybe he was joking, maybe he wasn’t. Taron had always had a small suspicion that maybe Y/N felt more than their friendship but he had never pushed it or pried.

Y/N sighed and looked away, her hands folded in her lap. “No,” she said quietly. “I know this isn’t the best time but I- Taron, I’ve always kept it inside. I do have feelings for you but I love our friendship too much to risk anything. Plus you just got out a relationship and I-“

“Please don’t,” Taron said a little too quickly. He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. “I don’t feel the same. You’re my friend. That’s all it’s ever been for me... I’m sorry, Y/N. I shouldn’t have come here. I- I better go.” He jumped up and started for the door. “I’ll talk to you later.” With that, he disappeared out the door.

Y/N sat frozen on the sofa. The lump in her throat grew larger as tears began to well in her eyes. She forced herself up to lock the door before falling into the sofa again. She covered herself with the blanket as the tears began to fall. She stifled her sobs and ignored her phone as it buzzed beside her. It wasn’t long before she fell asleep.

—-

Months had passed and while it had been awkward at first , Y/N and Taron had managed to get back to normal. Taron was working on sat now for the movie that he had been running lines with Y/N for.

Today was a lucky day because Y/N was allowed to come on set and see some of the behind the scenes stuff. Taron passed her off to one of the assistants on set so he could go through costumes and get ready for his scene.

Y/N followed the assistant around, taking in what she could. She always loved visiting Taron on set. Each movie was so different that it always made for a completely different experience. Eventually they found their way back to where the scene was going to be shot.

Y/N stood off to the side as she watched the actors take their places. The director yelled action and things began to fall into place. The scene was taking place on a balcony covered in plants with a little cement bench.

Taron walked onto the balcony and sat down on the bench. He pulled a phone from his pocket and sighed as he started to play on it. A few seconds later, a woman came practically flying into the balcony. She was grinned and beaded in sweat, laughter escaping from her.

She spun around, stopping immediately as her eyes landed on Taron. “Hey, what’re you doing out here?” She asked, still grinning.

“Needed a breather,” he answered with a little shrug. “Got kinda hot.”

“Yeah, no kidding,” the woman laughed. “I tried to leave the dance floor like ten minutes ago but Nat was holding me hostage.”

Taron chuckled, standing up and walking to the edge of the balcony. He rested his forearms on the metal railing. “You’re lucky you escaped.”

The woman nodded and took the spot next to Taron, standing almost too close to him.

Y/N shifted uncomfortably as she watched the two. They began to flirt, though still acting. It was cute and innocent, both of them now carefully leaning on the railing and facing one another. But the innocence ran its course until the woman playfully grabbed the collar of Taron’s shirt and pulled him close, pressing a hot and heavy kiss to him.

Y/N looked away immediately. No matter how hard she tried, there was still a pang of jealousy that rang through her body. She had gone so long without her feelings rising up. She knew she was watching Taron and this woman act but there was something about it that still felt like a punch to the gut.

She turned and began to walk away. She bumped into someone on her way out, blurting out a loud apology. She was almost back to her car when she heard her name. She hesitated before stopping, her keys still dangling in her hands.

“What was that?” Taron called, jogging to catch up with.

Her shoulders shuddered as she stood there, trying to keep herself composed. “That was me leaving,” she answered, a cool tone to her voice.

“Yeah, I gathered that. You just barged out in the middle of the scene. Thank god it was the end of the take. The director things we can still use it.”

“Why wouldn’t you be able to?” Y/N held her breath. She refused to turn around, to look at him. She knew she’d lose it all together.

“Because you just took off, Y/N. Is something wrong?” Y/N could hear the concern in Taron’s voice. She frowned, knowing that she couldn’t tell him what was really going on. “You know you can talk to me. Whatever it is, I’m here for you.”

Y/N nodded a little as she started to turn. She still couldn’t quite bring herself to look at Taron.

“I’m your- your friend,” Taron managed. There was something about the way he said friend that rang in Y/N’s ears but she couldn’t place it. Taron began to move, stepping in front of her. He put his hands on either of her arms with a gentle grip. “Something is bothering you. Please talk to me.”

Y/N shook her head. She did all that she could to avoid Taron’s gaze but finally she caved. With tears brimmed in her eyes, she met his. “I know it was just acting, T, but I just...” She sighed as she mulled over the words. She knew as soon as she said them, things would change permanently this time. “My feelings never changed, Taron. I still love you. I still feel the same as I did a few months ago when I told you. I didn’t want to say anything because our friendship is so damn important to me but I can’t... I can’t keep it in, T. It’s killing me.” She reached up and wiped the wet streams that had appeared on her cheeks. “And I know you already told me you don’t feel the same and I’ll just have to-”

As Taron listened, he felt his heart sink into his stomach. He hadn’t realized just how much this had been eating at Y/N. Guilt started to sink in. But when she brought up his feelings from the last time, Taron shook his head quickly. “No, Y/N, no,” he interjected. “That... I was stupid and in denial.” He sighed and pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her in a hug. “When I came to see you that night, I wanted to tell you what happened between me and my ex. She ended it because she thought I had feelings for you. I told her, and myself, that I didn’t because it was easier to prove her wrong. Everything you do for me, all the ways you’ve been there for me? How could I not feel the same?” He sighed and shut his eyes as he took a deep breath. “Y/N, I’m sorry I hurt you the way I did.”

Y/N froze in his arms. Her breath caught in her throat as she took in everything that Taron had said. Was he admitting what she thought he was? Carefully she pulled herself away from him, meeting his gaze again. “What are you saying?”

“What I’m saying is I should’ve just told you that I love you too.”

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pcttrailsidereader · 4 years ago

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Botanical Tales of the PCT

by Matt Berger

A love for hiking and the natural world has always been a part of me. My first long distance backpacking trip, approaching 100 miles, happened when I was 14 at Philmont Scout Ranch. Carrying a 45-pound pack despite weighing a whopping 110 pounds while trekking the Rocky Mountains of New Mexico was physically grueling. Between the pain and welcome trailside respites I began noticing and taking photos of cool and seemingly exotic (as a mid-western Ohioan) plants along the trail. This trek, and the wild places I fell in love with as a 14 year old, was just the beginning of my journey.

I also had a passion for insects, reptiles, and amphibians that began as far back as I can remember—having collected dozens of field guides to identify these critters. Thanks to my experiences in nature, I turned to collecting and reading wildflower and tree field guides. My passions also turned me into a collector. Seeds from plants I’d find on weekend Scout trips were brought home and sown in home-made milk jug potters. After a few years of this, a native plant garden—packed with biodiversity—spread across my backyard in garden beds I usurped from my parents. I was officially hooked on botany.

I went to college at West Virginia University in the Appalachian Mountains studying horticulture. One summer, I returned to Philmont as an adult leader for another long distance backing trip with my friend Jon, and this time suffering was replaced with joy. These experiences led Jon to suggest an Appalachian Trail thru-hike when we graduated. With degrees in hand, we started the AT in Maine southbound in late June 2012… and I was humbled by the mountains once again. Having done minimal research into long distance hiking, I carried standard, heavy, gear and some nonsense items like a machete, fishing pole, and a sling shot. After four days, my right Achilles tendon started tearing and I had to get off trail in the Hundred Mile Wilderness. This hard lesson led me to drop 20 lbs from my pack whence I returned to the trail and met up with Jon. After that, the trail was fantastic. With the pain of hiking gone, the experience became about nature, friends, and living simply. Hiking also became research oriented. When I arrived in towns, and cell service allowed, I would look to identify the plants and fungi I’d photographed. When we finished the trail in early December, I found a job near the southern-terminus, growing plants in North Carolina—putting my horticulture degree to use!

After a year of growing plants in the greenhouses while dreaming non-stop about the Appalachian Trail and thru hiking, I realized I was more interested in plants in their natural environment than I was in growing them. What better way to see thousands of plant species, in habitat, than a thru hike of the Pacific Crest Trail? So, I saved up money and in April of 2014, started my first of two thru hikes of the PCT. I hadn’t hiked out west much, so virtually all the plants were new. Thus, began my photographic obsession with the PCT—I strove to document every unique species I saw the entire hike—and look them up in town or after the hike. I took thousands of photos of plants I would not identify until years later. On top of the cool plants, I had the time of my life. Astonishing views were complemented by the diverse habitats. Botany and thru hiking had become an addiction.

Modern technology, particularly georeferenced photos, allows for new and exciting approaches to understanding the natural world—like citizen science. Citizen science is participation by the general public in scientific undertakings (like observations) and research (uploading observations to databases). Photos of the natural world taken on smart phones can be uploaded to websites like Calflora (plants in California) or iNaturalist (all living things anywhere on Earth). With photos ready to upload, it is also important to enter other data about the observations like how many you saw, phenology, habitat, etc. This data is then available to other users and scientists whouse it to improve range maps, confirm new occurrences of something rare, or track the spread of invasive species!

In 2019 when I returned to hike the PCT again, I felt like a super-naturalist because I knew way more about what I was seeing. I took tens of thousands of photos and I uploaded every species I saw to citizen science sites. What is most exciting is finding range extensions for rare species. These help scientists gain a better understanding of species’ distributions and habitat preferences. One of my coolest range extensions came with the documentation of Piute mountains triteleia (Triteleia piutensis) in 2014 and again in 2019. This rare plant was first described to science in 2014, exactly one month before I saw the plant on my first PCT hike! I lacked photographic georeferencing abilities in 2014, but in 2019 I recorded the plant in 3 different locations along the PCT, all of which were new, previously unknown occurrences! Another plant that surprised me, and one that I wasn’t even aware of, was Collomia mazama. This beautiful blue wildflower is only found in the Crater Lake area, and I found two new populations of this species growing right along the trail! Also observed were new occurrences the recently described Claytonia serpenticola, which grows in the Klamath Mountains right along the trail. It may be more common than presently known due to it looking very similar to the common Claytonia lanceolata. Populations of these and other rare plants are protected by law, so these days, something as simple as a photo of a cool plant can have real-world importance in protecting biodiversity!

Triteleia piutensis

I encourage you to look closer on your next hike and you very well may find a rare plant growing along the trail. For me, waking up before a day of hiking is full of anticipation surrounding what is going to be seen that day. Even on the toughest climbs I encourage you to always be curious and observe what you are walking by.

Starting on February 16th, and for a total of five consecutive Tuesday nights, I will be sharing the tales of plants along the Pacific Crest Trail via a Zoom Webinar. I hope you can join me!

#flowers #wild flowers #botonizing

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