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genshinluvr · 2 years ago

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Blood, Cramps, and Mood Swings

Pairings: Various Genshin Men x Isekai'd!Reader

Summary: You suddenly have your period while in Teyvat after months of not having it. The men have to deal with your mood swings while you have to deal with the blood clots coming out of you, making you feel like a ketchup packet, the excruciating cramps, and jealousy.

Note: This fic is somewhat of a spin off to the mini-story I have made in the past (it was an answer to an ask). You can find the mini version [here]! I don't have much to say, but I hope you all enjoy this chapter! :> To my new and returning readers, I post on AO3 as well, so if you have an AO3 and see a work similar to this, it’s me (Aaliah_exo on AO3). I don’t post anywhere else but on Tumblr (Genshinluvr) and on AO3 (Aaliah_exo).

Warnings: The reader is on their period, blood, mood swings, the reader gets jealous and upset with Albedo, mentions of orgasms, a little bit suggestive, but it's not really suggestive. Reader is AFAB but still goes by gender-neutral pronouns

Word Count: 8.2k

You woke up to a sharp pain in your lower abdomen, causing your eyes to snap open. You gasped out loud, your head falling into your lap as you wrapped your arms around your lower stomach. You let out a strained grunt and slowly opened your eyes, feeling something oddly warm gush out between your legs and into your underwear. It didn’t feel like a typical discharge; it felt different. Your eyes widened after realizing that the wetness pooling in between your legs wasn’t something you would hope it would be, so you pulled the blankets off your lower body before stumbling out of your bed. You slowly turned around and looked down at your white bedsheets, only to see a dark red stain on the area where you once lay.

“No.” You groaned, covering your face with both of your hands before letting out a long, frustrated exhale.

Just when you assumed your period wasn’t going to start because you were in Genshin, you ended up being completely wrong. Speaking of periods, how do women in Genshin deal with their periods? Do they have sanitary pads or tampons like your world? Do they free bleed? What do they use when they’re menstruating? You waddled to your bathroom with your spare panties. Gingerly, you squatted down and opened the cabinet, hoping to find the items that’ll hold the blood that continuously poured between your legs.

“Fuck, I don’t have pads.” You whispered, running your hands through your hair as you rummaged through the cabinets beneath the sink. “No, no, no, no.” You whispered. You rest your head against the side of the counter, sighing in defeat. How in the world are you going to go out into Teyvat with blood soaking through your underwear? Speaking of blood, there is one person in the abode that can smell blood from miles away. But who could it be?

“[Y/N]!” You heard frantic knocks coming from your bedroom door. It was Gorou.

Your eyes widened in panic and fear; stumbling up from the floor, you waddled to your bathroom door to peek your head out.

“Y-Yes, Gorou?” You squeaked, wincing in pain when you felt another wave of cramps hitting you like a tidal wave.

“Are you hurt? I can smell blood.” Gorou asks, his voice muffled behind your closed bedroom door. Right, it was Gorou that had the keenest sense of smell out of the others— how could you forget about that? How in the world are you going to tell Gorou that your time of the month has begun and that you have no pads or tampons to wear that’ll absorb all of the blood?

“Uh, I-I’m okay! Don’t worry about me! I just need to go to the bathroom, that’s all!” You squeaked, shuddering when you felt a massive glob of uterine lining plop into your blood-soaked panties.

“You didn’t hurt yourself, did you?” Gorou asks nervously. Even though he was standing behind your bedroom door, you could imagine his ears twitching anxiously while his tail swayed side to side with anxiety. I mean, could you really blame him for feeling this way? After all, he did get a whiff of your blood from the other side of the mansion.

“I didn’t hurt myself, Gorou! I’ll be okay, I promise!” You said, visibly flinching when your lower abdomen pinches up.

“But I can smell blood.” Gorou trails off, crossing his arms over his chest behind your closed bedroom door. “Are you sure you’re okay?” Gorou asks, grabbing onto your bedroom door handle before peeking his head into your bedroom.

“Yeah, yeah! I’m totally fine!” You squeaked, slamming your bathroom door shut. Now that Gorou is in your bedroom, you don’t know how else you can explain to Gorou about the blood stain on your white bedsheets. Dammit, why did you choose a white bedsheet over darker bedsheets? You scrambled over to the toilet and sat down after taking both your pants and panties off. You grimaced at the sight of dark blood that almost completely soaked the bottom part of your underwear. Wait, if you bled through your underwear and stained your bedsheets, does that mean you have completely sullied your shorts as well? You let out a strained groan when you turn to look at your shorts on the ground; the back and bottom half of your shorts are definitely stained as well.

“Dear archons, why are there bloodstains on your bedsheets, [Y/N]!?” You hear Gorou screech. You ignored Gorou’s horrified cries while you tried to change into fresh, clean underwear after wiping up the blood that was sticking to your skin. You didn’t like the feeling of dried blood on your skin. In fact, it seems like the blood didn’t want to be removed from your skin at all. It just smeared instead. You let out a frustrated sigh after flushing the toilet paper down the toilet. You could still feel blood on your skin, whether it had dried up, or had been smeared even further. Great, it looks like you’ll need to take a shower to get the blood off of your skin.

“This is so frustrating. It looks like I’ll have to take a shower to wash the blood off of me.” You grumbled, getting up from the toilet to turn on the shower.

You didn’t bring extra clothes into the bathroom with you; the only thing you had brought into the bathroom with you was clean underwear, and that was it. Day one of your period and many things have been going wrong already—what a lovely way to start off the day. Your shower ended up being way longer than you intended because after shampooing, conditioning your hair, and scrubbing down your body, blood had decided to trickle out of your body, down your leg, and to the floor. You stood there, watching your blood slowly make its way to the drain.

“I hate this.” You sighed, leaning your head back against the tile wall of the shower.

After taking a shower, you turned off the water and wrapped a fluffy towel around your body. You quickly dried your body off before putting on fresh, clean underwear. But since you forgot to bring a spare shirt and shorts, you had to walk out of your bathroom with the towel wrapped around your body. You grabbed onto the bathroom door and opened the door, only to see fifteen men staring down at you from the entrance of the bathroom. You stared at them with wide eyes before peeking from behind them, only to see your sullied bedsheet was still on your bed.

“Oh! Morning everyone, I hope you all slept well!” You squeaked, trying to play it off as if you weren’t going through day one out of seven of hell.

“I believe that we all slept well,” Kazuha says, looking at you worriedly.

“Oh! That’s great to hear! If you’ll excuse me, I need to get my shirt and shorts since I just got out of the shower.” You said, attempting to get through the fifteen men. You walked over to your wooden dresser and pulled out an oversized t-shirt along with your black shorts and maybe new underwear, too, since you could feel blood beginning to get onto your fresh pair of underwear due to you not wearing any pads or tampons to absorb the blood.

“Care to explain why there are bloodstains on your bedsheets? You didn’t kill anyone in your bed, did you?” Childe asks. “I mean, if you did, I would’ve been proud of you!” Childe quickly adds, giving you a cheeky smile.

“Childe, you have a sister. I’m sure you’d know what I’m going through right now.” You sighed, running your fingers through your wet hair.

“Do you need anything from us?” Diluc asks softly, placing a hand on your bare shoulders. You sighed and nodded your head in response to his question. Diluc and the others stare at you, waiting for you to reply to Diluc’s question. You remained silent, not knowing how else you were going to respond to Diluc’s inquiry without feeling awkward or embarrassed about it. You wanted to ask them whether pads or tampons exist in the world of Teyvat, and if they were to exist, would the men know which ones you would use?

“So, my….” You paused for a moment before taking in a deep breath. “.... Period had started today, and I don’t have any pads or tampons to wear that’ll absorb the blood.” You pause again, feeling your face becoming hot. “Pads and tampons exist in this universe, right?” You squeaked, looking at the men anxiously.

“Yes, they exist in our world.” Zhongli nods his head.

“Can we go shopping for them? I am in desperate need of them; I can’t just free bleed all over the place. It’ll look like a murder scene.” You said, giving the men a pleading gaze.

“Well, you can’t go out looking like that. Since we do not have pads or tampons in the abode right now, it’s best for you to stay in the abode while one of us goes out shopping for your menstrual products.” Dainsleif says, eyeing you from head to toe.

“Alright, fine. I’ll stay at the abode while someone goes out and buy the pads and tampons.” You sighed. “I need to change into my clothes, though. Please come back with the menstrual products as soon as possible; I don’t want to stain my other clean underwear with blood again.” You walked back to your bathroom with your new shirt and shorts, mentally praying that you wouldn’t soil your second underwear in one day. Well, it was already soiled, that’s for sure. You’re going to change to your new underwear once the others come back to the abode with pads and tampons. After putting on fresh clothes, you grabbed your bloodstained panties and shorts from the floor of the bathroom before walking out of your bathroom. You stopped in your tracks when you noticed your bedsheets were stripped entirely from your bed, along with your blankets. Shit, did you bleed on the blankets too?

“If you’re wondering where your bedsheets and blankets went, Thoma took them to put them in the washer,” Scaramouche commented, leaning against your bedroom doorframe with his arms over his chest.

“And I’ll take those to Thoma for you,” Kaeya says, popping up beside you before taking your bloodstained shorts and underwear from your hands.

“Wait, but—” Kaeya shakes his head at you. You frowned at Kaeya as he walked away from you with your soiled pants and underwear in his hands. You sighed in defeat, shoulders drooping. Great, now the men are dealing with your menstrual blood. In your world, the men would be disgusted at the mere sight of period blood. But in Teyvat, the Genshin men didn’t bat an eye at the sight of your menstrual blood, which made you feel grateful. Wow, the bar is in hell with that one.

“How are you feeling? Any cramps?” Baizhu asks, examining you from head to toe. Oh, right, you forgot about your cramps. You put your hand over your lower abdomen and shook your head slowly.

“As of now, I’m not feeling any cramps. But I do get bad cramps on some days. Other days, I don’t get cramps as bad. It usually depends.” You reply. Baizhu nods his head, stroking his chin as he hums to himself.

“Baizhu will be getting you medication to help ease your cramps,” Albedo says softly, looking over at where you stood. You nodded your head weakly and sighed, rubbing the lower part of your stomach with the look of discomfort on your face. You didn’t think you’d be dealing with your periods while you’re in Teyvat. You haven’t had your period in a while, thus making you assume that you won’t be having your period in Genshin Impact’s universe. But, unfortunately, you were completely wrong. In your world, your period is irregular because of how stressed out you are and because of your lack of sleep. You lack sleep because of school and because you would stay up past your bedtime just to read fanfictions and smuts instead of studying.

Maybe your period arrived late because you were putting your body under tremendous stress and changes when you arrived at Teryvat. Not only that, but you only had regular menstrual cycles because you were on birth control. Speaking of birth control, does birth control exist in Teyvat?

“Mora for your thoughts?” Venti queries, plopping down on your bare mattress. You bit your bottom lip and slowly shook your head. Perhaps now is not a good time for you to ask Baizhu and Albedo if they had any birth control pills for you to take. You didn’t even know how they would react if you were to ask them to make birth control for you. Not only did you need it to regulate your menstrual cycle, but you definitely did not want to get pregnant! There’s no way in hell you would get pregnant. Mainly because if you were to get pregnant, you wouldn’t know who the baby belongs to, and you sure as hell do not want to deal with the pregnancy stages.

“There’s a lot going on my mind right now, Venti.” You sighed softly. “I’m just going to wait for someone to return to the abode with the pads and tampons.” You scratched the back of your neck before sitting on the edge of your bed with only your tailbone touching your bed while the rest is hanging off your mattress.

You didn’t know who was the one getting your pads and tampons for you, but you sure do hope that they would return to the abode soon. You don’t want the bloodstain in your new underwear to get even worse while waiting for their return. While you were waiting for the pads and tampons to be delivered to the abode, the men tried to keep you entertained to take your mind off of the issue. It was working! Until your cramps kicked in, causing you to writhe in pain. You plopped back down on your bed, rolling over to lay on your stomach with a quiet, pained exhale of breath.

“I hate this so much.” You grunted, clutching onto your lower abdomen. Just when you thought it couldn’t get any worse, your lower back was beginning to hurt a lot. “I hate having a uterus.” You whimpered, burying your face into the mattress.

“You’ll be okay! Baizhu will return with your medication soon.” Xiao says, walking over to where you were lying before gently rubbing your back.

“Can he also perform surgery on me and remove my uterus?” You grumbled, peeking up at Xiao with half of your face buried into your bed.

“I don’t think we’ll be able to make that happen,” Thoma says softly, peeking into your bedroom.

You frowned at Thoma, “And why is that?” You slowly sat up on your bed. Your eyebrows furrowing, tiny beads of sweat collecting at your hairline, your arms wrapped around your lower torso. You’re in tremendous pain. The last time you had your period, it wasn’t as bad as it is now. Not only were your cramps causing you massive pain, but your period was making you feel very drained, and you feel irritated.

Before the men could respond to your question, Itto and Ayato walk into your bedroom with another male trailing behind them. The male was short, perhaps around Xiao and Venti’s height. Maybe a little bit taller than Xiao. Ayato and the auburn-magenta-haired male looked very annoyed, while Itto looked rather proud and a little flustered. Oh, dear archons, you can only assume that Itto did something, and you’re praying that the auburn-magenta-haired male isn’t one of the authorities in Inazuma. Wait, why is he kind of cute? The men look at Ayato, Itto, and the auburn-magenta-haired male quizically.

“Why do you two look irritated?” Diluc asks, raising an eyebrow at both Ayato and the auburn-magenta-haired male.

“Itto almost got us kicked out of the marketplace in Inazuma by asking an inappropriate yet stupid question,” Ayato says, looking at Itto from his peripheral vision, his eyebrows narrowing.

“Oh gosh, what was the question?” You ask, looking at Itto and Ayato worriedly.

“It was an appropriate question, okay? It’s about the size of pads and tampons that [Y/N] needs!” Itto exclaims, crossing his arms over his chest with a huff of breath.

“This big oaf over here was asking what size pussy you have and which tampon is appropriate for you because you were able to take his-” “Itto, what the fuck!” You screeched, reaching over to grab your pillow and threw it at his face. Your face was heating up with embarrassment over the auburn-magenta-haired male’s comment. Why in the world did Itto have to ask that type of question when he was searching for pads and tampons!? If only you could just vaporize away and not have to deal with the embarrassment.

“Ayato and this baboon over here almost got kicked out by the merchant. Luckily, I was able to get something for you before these two weren’t able to get you anything for your needs.” The auburn-magenta-haired male says, tossing four boxes in your direction.

“Who are you calling a baboon!? Listen here, Heizou, it’s not nice to call someone a baboon!” Itto glares at the short male beside him.

You grabbed the boxes before making a run to your wooden dresser, pulled out your fresh, clean underwear, then ran to the bathroom with the boxes in your hands. You’re just grateful that this Heizou person was able to get you your pads and tampons before they (Itto and Ayato) were kicked out by the merchant.

“So, who is this person, and why are they living with the fifteen of you?” Heizou asks, turning to look at the fourteen men in front of him. According to Ayato, one person is currently away to get some medication to ease the cramps.

“They’re our significant other,” Venti commented, catching Heizou off guard.

“All of you are dating this person?” Heizou raises an eyebrow at the men in front of him. The men nod their heads at Heizou’s question. “Hm, how interesting,” Heizou mutters.

“Just to clarify, we’re only interested in [Y/N]. Not each other.” Thoma interjects, giving Heizou a nervous smile as he rubs the back of his neck lightly. Explaining this type of relationship to people who aren’t involved will always be awkward because he won’t know how they’d react to the relationship.

“Got it. I can see why all of you are infatuated with this person….” Heizou says.

“I told you that they were extremely protective of [Y/N].” A familiar voice interjects. Everyone turns towards the door, only to see Aether and an unfamiliar man walk into the room. The unknown man was tall, had gray hair and green-blue eyes. Not only was he handsome, but he was also muscular.

“Ah, Aether! Who is this man you’re with?” Albedo asks, looking over at the mysterious man curiously.

“This is Al Haitham! He’s from Sumeru and is accompanying me on my journey to Sumeru!” Aether says happily. Paimon nods her head. Before Paimon could say anything, the bathroom door swung open. You walked out of the bathroom with a relieved sigh before plopping gracefully on your bed.

“I’m going to sleep now. Wake me up when Baizhu is back with medication for my cramps.” Your voice was muffled against your pillow. “Or when he is willing to remove my uterus.” You added.

“You’re okay with sleeping on a bed that doesn’t have bed sheets on it?” Kaeya asks, raising an eyebrow at you. You peeked from your pillow tiredly, slowly nodding your head at Kaeya’s question before stretching your arms and legs like a cat.

“Oh, Kaeya! When you’re dealing with severe cramps, your uterine lining is shedding and plopping onto the pad in a pool of blood; you’d end up tolerating minor inconveniences like sleeping on a bed with no bedsheets.” You said softly, letting out a yawn.

“But wouldn’t it be better to sleep on a bed with nice and warm bedsheets for your cramps?” Scaramouche asks. You thought about it for a moment, slowly sitting up on your bed, your head tilted to the side.

“You’re not wrong…” You muttered, rubbing your eyes tiredly. “This sucks, I’m so tired, and I can’t do anything about it.” You grumbled, tossing your blanket off your body before slowly getting up from your bed. Since you’re so tired and have little to no energy, your knees buckle underneath you, causing you to collapse to the ground. Before you could hit the floor, two pairs of arms got a hold of your left and right biceps.

“Are you okay?” A silky smooth voice asks you. You blinked slowly and looked up at the gray-haired male. The two of you look into each other’s eyes for who knows how long. It felt like everything around you paused momentarily.

You shook your head to force yourself out of the trance you were in, “Y-Yeah, I’m okay! Thank you for catching me….” You trailed off, not knowing the name of the handsome man in front of you.

“My name’s Al Haitham, and you are?” He asks, gazing down at you curiously.

“[Y/N].” You squeaked, feeling your face becoming hot under his gaze.

A soft smile appears on his face, “[Y/N].” The way your name rolls off his tongue made you audibly gasp. “What a beautiful name you have, [Y/N].” He gives you a gentle smile.

“Thank you, Al Haitham.” You breathed, staring at the gray-haired male in awe.

“What am I? Chopped liver?” Heizou interjects lightheartedly, his face popping up in your vision, causing you to squeak and back away slightly. “Aw! Did I startle you? My apologies.” Heizou gives you a small smile.

“I’ve never seen you two before.” You muttered softly.

“That’s because Heizou is a detective; he’s working a lot behind the scenes in Inazuma. As for Al Haitham, he’s actually from Sumeru.” Aether says, walking over to where you, Al Haitham, and Heizou stood.

“Oh! That’s cool!” You smiled at Aether, Al Haitham, and Heizou. “Two new characters in Genshin Impact? Is there more I should be expecting?” You think to yourself.

“You just woke up, [Y/N]. I can make you some breakfast if you’d like for me to make something for you to eat.” Thoma suggested.

“Oh, I’m not really feeling hungry right now….” You trailed off, rubbing your stomach lightly. “I just want the cramps and bleeding to stop, that’s all.” You exhaled, face pinching up when your lower abdomen began to cramp up again. Only this time, it was even worse than before. You clenched your fist tightly and slowly sat down on your bed with the help of Al Haitham and Heizou. You doubled over in pain, trying your best to hold in your whimpers. For some reason, your cramps are even worse than it usually was when your menstrual cycle starts.

“I hate this so much.” You mumbled, burying your face into your knees. Your body tenses up when your cramps take over. You grit your teeth, digging your nails into your knees, drawing blood.

“[Y/N], stop! You’re hurting yourself!” Ayato gently chides you. He pushes through Al Haitham, Heizou, Thoma, and Aether. He pulls you into his arms and wraps his arms around your shoulders as you bury your face into his chest, your arms tightening around his slim waist. Every now and then, the seventeen men could hear a small pained whimper from you.

“It hurts! It hurts so much. Please make it stop.” You whimpered, your hands shaking from the intensity of your cramps. Tears stung your eyes as you held onto Ayato’s jacket tightly, so tightly that your knuckles turned white.

“I didn’t know that menstrual cycles can be painful,” Xiao mutters, crossing his arms over his chest. Xiao was tempted to rip you from Ayato’s arms and cradle you in his instead, but he refrained himself from doing so.

“It depends on the person. Some people have painful menstrual cycles; others don’t.” Zhongli replies, feeling his heartstrings tugged when he saw your body shake with silent cries while shaky whimpers were coming from you every other minute.

“Can’t we do something about this?” Dainsleif asks, debating whether he should walk over to where you and Ayato stood.

“The only thing we can do for now is to wait for Baizhu to return with [Y/N]’s medication,” Kazuha muttered.

“And how long would that be exactly? [Y/N] is in excruciating pain because of their cramps.” Diluc grumbles, running his hands through his luscious red hair.

“[Y/N], Thoma and I will be making food for you, alright?” Albedo says, gently rubbing your shoulders. You peeked from Ayato’s chest and slowly nodded your head before wiping your tears away as you detached yourself from Ayato.

“What food do you have in mind exactly?” Kaeya asks, raising an eyebrow at the chief alchemist.

Albedo shrugs his shoulders, “The food will cater to [Y/N]’s cramps, lessening the pain. I have tried his experiment a few times for Sucrose because her cramps are bad too, but not nearly as bad as [Y/N]’s cramps.” Albedo replies. You stared at Albedo, deadpanned. Albedo has done this before, but with another woman? Suddenly your cramps don’t hurt as much as your heart. Oh, great. Now your mood swings are starting to kick in. Fan-fucking-tastic.

“You know what? I don’t think I need the food anyway. I’ll just endure the pain.” You grumbled, crossing your arms over your chest, the feeling of bitter jealousy beginning to gnaw at you.

“What, why? The food can help you with your cramps and your hunger!” Itto says, looking at you quizically while Gorou nods his head in agreement. As much as you appreciate their concern, your mood swing has completely ruined it all for you, and now you feel nothing but irritation and jealousy. Jealousy is such an ugly feeling. You hate it so much.

“Well, I’m not hungry anymore. I’d rather starve and suffer than eat an experiment.” You grumbled, brushing Albedo’s hands away from you. Albedo and the others look at you in confusion. How in the world did your mood change so drastically? One minute, you were crying at how painful your cramps were and were begging for the cramps to stop; the next minute, you’re cold and saying that you would rather starve and suffer than eat. Al Haitham, Heizou, and Aether slowly backed away from where you stood, fearing that you might explode from your anger.

“But the food will help you with your cramps. Didn’t you want your cramps to stop or the pain to lessen?” Venti gives you the side-eye.

“I would rather have Dvalin land on me and end my suffering than be a guinea pig for the chief alchemist’s experiment.” You waved Venti off.

“[Y/N]! Where is this coming from!?” Childe exclaims, looking at you in horror.

“What the fuck is a guinea pig?” Scaramouche mutters, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion as he glances over at Kazuha and Xiao. The two anemo users shrug their shoulders in response.

“I’m assuming it’s another way to say test subject,” Kazuha whispers to Scaramouche.

“An interesting way to say test subject,” Xiao mutters. Kazuha and Scaramouche nod their heads in unison, hoping that you didn’t hear their conversation because they didn’t want to frustrate you any further.

“If Childe wants a target practice, he can use me as a test dummy. Except, I don’t fight back, and he’s in his Foul Legacy form!” You said, catching Childe off guard. “Or, I can take the place of Rex Lapis and fall from the sky, except I actually die.” You added. Zhongli blinks at you and the person standing next to him. Where in the hell is all of this coming from?

You suddenly clapped your hands, “Oh! I got a good one! Maybe…” You trailed off for a dramatic effect. “....Throw me into the abyss and never come back to get me!” You concluded.

“You want us to throw you into the abyss?” Ayato asks, looking at you with concern. You bobbed your head forward. You’ve always wondered what would’ve happened if you were to fall into the abyss like how Childe did when he was fourteen. Would it impact you like how it did to Childe? Or would it have no impact on you at all because you’re not from the men’s universe?

“What in the Teyvat did I walk in on?” Baizhu speaks up, grabbing everyone’s attention. He held up your medication before walking over to where you stood. Even though Baizhu didn’t know what he had walked in on, he knew that you were not happy at all. “Here are your medication for your cramps. Remember to take one pill a day.” Baizhu instructs you, placing the small medication bottle in your hands.

You sighed in defeat and nodded your head slowly, “Alright, I’ll take them for you, Baizhu.” You said, popping the cap open before tossing one pill into your mouth, dry swallowing the pill. “I just hope it works, or else we’ll have to remove my uterus.” You said, placing the bottle of painkillers on your nightstand.

“It should help ease your cramps,” Diluc says softly, worried that the pain from your cramps might set you off again.

“I hope so. If not, I’m going to pay someone to either remove my uterus or impregnate me so I won’t have to deal with this shit ever again.” You grumbled. Al Haitham, Heizou, and Aether look over at the men with wide eyes, not sure how to respond to your questionable comment.

“[Y/N] usually say things they don’t mean,” Zhongli says, placing a hand on your shoulders. Instead of brushing his hands away like how you did with Albedo, you let yourself rest against Zhongli, a deep frown present on your face.

“Zhongli’s correct. [Y/N]’s just tired and is in pain from their menstrual cramps. When they’re feeling irritated, they tend to say things they don’t mean.” Dainsleif nods his head. You grumbled at Dainsleif’s comment. You turned around and buried your face into Zhongli’s chest, clinging to him like a koala.

“Are you going to be clinging to every person?” Aether asks, cocking an eyebrow at you.

“Of course I am! They’re my boyfriends.” You said, looking over at Albedo before pausing. “Well, some of them are my boyfriends.” You grumbled, burrowing your face back into Zhongli’s chest.

That was just the first day of your period out of your seven-day long menstrual cycle. Just when the others thought it couldn’t get any worse, your cramps have gotten worse, you’re nauseous, and your mood swings got a little bit worse. It wasn’t as bad as the day before, but it certainly wasn’t any better. Instead of you snapping at people, you were more sad than easily angered. You remembered waking up with cramps that were worst than the day before, causing you to feel so sick that you had to glue yourself to your toilet, fearing that you might throw up.

You lay on the bathroom floor, refusing to move from your spot while hugging yourself in a fetal position. Your body was covered in layers of sweat, mainly from fearing the worst— throwing up. Archons, you cannot stand the feeling of having to throw up. You also have a fear of vomiting. It was disgusting and the most uncomfortable feeling ever. You remembered throwing up so much after your birthday dinner; your stomach ended up feeling so sore hours after the incident. You lost sleep because you would always wake up every few hours just to empty your stomach.

“[Y/N], you’ve been in the bathroom for hours.” Ayato sighs, knocking on your locked bathroom door. “At least give us a sign that you’re still conscious and okay,” Ayato presses his forehead against the bathroom door.

You cracked your eyes open before croaking, “I’m okay. I’m just really nauseous right now.” You sounded so weak and drained.

“Can we come in?” Thoma asks, lightly knocking on the door.

You shook your head, “No. I don’t want anyone to see me like this right now.” You mumbled, your eyelids beginning to grow heavy.

“But we’re very worried about you, [Y/N]! Please, let us in.” Childe pleaded, lightly banging on the door.

“Don’t bang on the bathroom door, Harbinger! You don’t know if [Y/N] has a headache or not.” Diluc scolds Childe, causing the ginger-haired Harbinger to roll his eyes at Diluc’s comment.

“Listen, I just want to see [Y/N]. Is that a crime!?” Itto exclaims, throwing his hands up in the air out of frustration.

“We all want to see [Y/N], but they shut themselves in the bathroom.” Dainsleif sighs. Zhongli pushes through the crowd, tapping on the door softly.

“Dearest, please open the door. We know you don’t want us to see you in your current state, but we couldn’t help but worry about you.” Zhongli says gently.

“But I don’t want you to see me like this. I look like I’ve been run over by a hoard of hilichurls.” You whined softly, struggling to get up from the tile floor of the bathroom. You let out quiet sniffles, wiping the forming tears with the back of your hand. “This hurts way more than it did yesterday.” You whisper.

“Let us in, dammit!” Xiao bangs his fist on the door, causing the others around him to jolt at the sudden sound.

“I believe that Xiao meant to say that he wants you to open the door for all of us,” Kazuha says, laughing nervously. While Kazuha was tempted to do the same thing as Xiao, he refrained himself from banging his fists on your bathroom door, fearing that it would upset you even more.

“How can I open the door for all of you when I can barely get up from the floor?” Collapsing back onto the floor after attempting to get up. “My cramps are killing me.” You sighed, tears of frustration rolling down your cheeks while you bit down on the inside of your cheeks, drawing blood.

“Have you taken the medication Baizhu got for you yesterday? It should ease the cramps, correct?” Kaeya asks, looking over at Baizhu and the rest of the men worriedly.

“I did, but it didn’t help at all.” You whimpered. “It would ease the cramps momentarily, but the cramps would come back and would hurt even more.” You let out a shaky breath.

“Thoma and I will be back. We’ll make you something to eat,” Albedo says, looking over at Thoma, who nodded his head hesitantly.

“Oh great, not the experimental food that he has done with Sucrose.” You think to yourself bitterly. You hear Albedo and Thoma walk away from your bathroom door, their footsteps growing fainter and fainter.

“[Y/N], if you don’t open this door right now, I’m afraid that Raiden Shogun puppet Harbinger over here will break the bathroom door down himself.” Venti's voice was muffled from behind the door.

“If you keep calling me that, I’m going to break all of the bones in your body first before I break this door down myself.” Scaramouche scowls, his hand balled up into tight fists.

“Ehe.” Venti giggles, covering his mouth with his hands. Scaramouche’s eyes twitch at Venti’s little laughter, electricity beginning to crackle in his hands.

“Let’s not fight here while [Y/N] is suffering behind closed doors, now, shall we?” Baizhu frowns at the thick tension between Venti and Scaramouche. Before Baizhu could knock on the bathroom door, the door slowly opened.

“First achievement in forever: being able to get up from the bathroom floor while in excruciating pain.” You said, pushing through the crowd of men in front of your bathroom. You walked over to your bed and slowly got onto your bed. You let yourself fall on your comforter gracelessly after sitting on your bed.

“Do you want me to get you another type of pain medication? The dose will be much stronger this time.” Baizhu offers, kneeling down in front of you, brushing your hair away from your damp forehead.

“At this point, I don’t even think it’s worth it anymore. I might as well suffer for the next five days.” You answer Baizhu, closing your eyes.

“Do you want us to do anything for you?” Venti asks, sitting at the edge of your bed.

“Yes, leave me be and let me get some sleep for now.” You said, waving them off as you positioned yourself to find a more comfortable sleeping position.

“Alright, as you wish!” Kazuha nods his head, giving you a small smile. He approaches you and presses a delicate kiss on the crown of your head.

“Rest well!” Childe says, skipping up to you before placing a big, sloppy kiss on your cheeks before walking off with a triumphant smile while ignoring the glares that the other men around him shot towards his direction. One by one, the men place a kiss on the top of your head before exiting your bedroom to let you sleep in some more. Gorou gives you a weak smile as he closes your bedroom door behind him. At last, you are finally alone in your room. You couldn’t help but feel guilty for acting up the day before because of what Albedo had said. As much as you wanted to apologize to Albedo for acting a bit cold towards him yesterday, your stubbornness and mood swings prevented you from doing so. Shaking your head, you let out a quiet exhale of breath before you pulled your blanket up to your chin, snuggling against your body pillow before drifting off to sleep. You didn’t know how long you’d been asleep, but what had rudely woken you up from your nap was, surprise, surprise, your cramps.

You grumpily tossed your blankets to the side before rolling out of bed and onto the wooden floor with a loud thump. You muttered curse words to yourself. You placed both of your hands on the wooden floor before pushing yourself off the ground. You put your right hand on your lower abdomen before waddling over to your bedroom door. You grabbed onto the gold door handles, twisted the knob, and opened the door.

You peeked into the hallway of the estate, checking to see if anyone was around. You could hear faint chatter coming from downstairs, along with the sounds of pots and pans rattling against each other. You walked out of your bedroom and slowly down the stairs, your right hand remaining on your lower abdomen. When you reach the bottom of the staircase, you walk over to where you would assume he would be at—the library downstairs. You walked to the furthest area of the mansion to the hidden library where only a few people would go to. You peeked your head into the library and gently knocked on the door, grabbing the red head’s attention.

“Oh, [Y/N]! You’re up from your nap a little bit earlier than expected.” Diluc says, closing the book in front of him.

“Diluc, you have a pyro vision, correct?” You said, closing the library door behind you.

Diluc raises an eyebrow at you before slowly nodding his head, “That would be correct.” He crosses his arms over his chest, tilting his head to the side while gazing at you curiously.

“I was wondering if you could do me a little favor….” You trailed off, awkwardly scratching your arms as you gently rocked back and forth on the balls of your feet.

“And what would that be?” Diluc lightly taps his biceps with his index finger, waiting for your reply.

“Well, since you have a pyro vision! I was wondering if you could maybe help ease my craps by, I don’t know, putting your warm hands on my lower stomach?” You said, crossing your arms behind your back as you continued to rock back and forth on your feet. “You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to, of course! I-I’m not going to force you to do it.” You laugh nervously.

“I don’t mind doing it. If it helps eases your cramps, then I’m fine with it.” Diluc replies, giving you a small smile. You can see the faint blush on his cheeks, causing you to become flustered as well.

“Great!” You squeaked; your smile almost faltered when you felt your lower abdomen convulsing from the cramps. You feel like a ketchup packet when blood gushed onto the once clean sanitary pad. You and Diluc walked over to the couch in the library before sitting down on it, trying to find a comfortable way to sit or lay down. Right before you two sat down, Diluc took his gloves off and placed them on a nearby desk. The two of you ended up settling with Diluc laying down behind you, spooning you from behind while you lay in front of him. Diluc pulls you close to his chest, his arms wrapping around your waist. Diluc’s hands slip under your shirt and down the waistband of your shorts, causing you to shudder visibly.

Diluc pauses, “Is everything alright?” You nodded your head. Diluc hums to himself, keeping both of his very warm hands on your lower abdomen. You let yourself relax in Diluc’s arms, feeling yourself slowly fall asleep. Surprisingly, Diluc is helping you out with your excruciating cramps. Even though it’s not entirely gone, it did ease the cramps little by little. You slowly fall asleep in Diluc’s arms with your head resting against his chest, falling asleep to the sound of his heartbeat. You were rudely woken up by a loud gasp. Your eyes snap open, only to see fourteen pairs of eyes staring at you and the redhead behind you.

“Well, you two seem cozy,” Dainsleif commented, analyzing the two of you closely from the corner of the couch.

“Why are your hands in their pants?!” Itto exclaims, pointing down at Diluc’s hands.

“I’m helping [Y/N] with their cramps.” Diluc rolls his eyes. “And it seems like it helped a little bit,” Diluc added, not moving from his spot.

“I could’ve helped [Y/N] with their cramps! I have a pyro vision too!” Thoma exclaims, a pout forming on his face.

“Well, [Y/N] came to me first.” Diluc shrugs his shoulders.

“You know what else can help with cramps? Orgasms!” Childe says, a smirk appearing on his face. “I bet I can ease all of [Y/N]’s terrible cramps by having them cum multiple times!” Childe exclaims smugly.

“You disgust me, Harbinger,” Xiao grumbles, glaring at Childe from the corner of his eyes.

“I don’t think it’s fair for Diluc to be the only one being able to cuddle with [Y/N],” Ayato mutters, frowning at you and Diluc with his arms over his chest.

“I can brew you some tea to help ease your cramps as well if you would like for me to do so,” Zhongli speaks up. Zhongli looked tense; his amber eyes were almost glowing.

“I bet I can ease [Y/N]’s cramps and take their mind off of their menstrual cycle easily!” Scaramouche exclaims.

“By what? Electrocuting them?” Kaeya asks, cocking an eyebrow at Scaramouche.

“Thoma and I made food for [Y/N] that should help ease their cramps, but it seems like it’s not needed anymore.” Albedo murmurs; you can see Albedo deflate.

He seems upset, and you couldn’t tell if it was because of how you acted yesterday or if it was because you asked Diluc for assistance. Before you know it, you were yanked away from Diluc’s grasp by Gorou and Xiao while the others were arguing over one another. You couldn’t hear what they were saying exactly, but you hear your name being thrown into the mix every now and then. Clearly, the argument was over you cuddling with Diluc and Diluc having his hands on your abdomen, a little bit too low for the other’s liking.

As for Albedo, he wasn’t really arguing with anyone. He just stood there, almost staring off into space. He looks distraught, and you feel really guilty. Tears begin to prick your eyes before slowly cascading down your cheeks. You know that Albedo isn’t the type to get jealous or very upset over another man caring for you, so you knew that Diluc helping you ease your cramps wasn’t the issue. It was because you suddenly became cold towards him, and he doesn’t know the reason why you suddenly gave him the cold shoulder.

“Well, I could’ve helped [Y/N] with their cramps!” “Just because you have a pyro vision doesn’t mean you can hog [Y/N] all up for yourself!”

“Do you really think you can get away with being the only person to take care of [Y/N] while they’re on their period?!”

The endless arguments got worse, almost to the point where Childe grabbed Diluc by his shirt collar and had him pinned against the library wall. You look at the others around you. They all seem to be in their own world, arguing with one another and not listening to each other. You were afraid that they would end up hurting themselves because of you. You were the sole issue of the chaos. You’re the reason why the men are at each other’s necks, ready to kill one another just because you went to one person for help and not the rest. You’re the reason why Albedo looked so dejected and heartbroken because you suddenly ignored him and grew so cold towards him. All because he was helping out a coworker with her cramps.

You feel so tired, so guilty, and so overwhelmed by what is going on around you. You didn’t realize you were a sobbing mess, sitting on the ground amidst the chaos, burying your face into your knees while curling up in a fetal position until everything went utterly silent.

“[Y/N], are you okay?!” Kazuha panics, rushing over to where you sat.

“[Y/N], what’s wrong?” Albedo asks softly, placing a hesitant hand on your shoulders, afraid that you are going to flinch away from his touch. Albedo nearly sighed in relief when you didn’t back away from his touch.

“You idiots made [Y/N] overwhelmed!” Venti says, lightly nudging the people around him.

“I’m sorry, it’s just my mood swings are all over the place, and I hurt someone.” You whimpered, continuing to bury your face into your knees.

“Hurt someone?” Baizhu asks.

“What do you mean when you said that you hurt someone?” Zhongli queries.

You slowly uncovered your face and wiped your tears away, but it seemed like your tears were falling endlessly, and you couldn’t get them to stop.

“I’m sorry, Albedo, for giving you the cold shoulder yesterday. When you mentioned that you had helped Sucrose with her cramps, I let my emotions get the best of me, and I got jealous.” You muttered, looking away from Albedo.

“Oh, come on, [Y/N]! Sucrose is just his assistant. They’re not a thing!” Thoma lightly ruffles your hair.

“I know, but my period is making me one hundred times more sensitive and emotional. My emotions are all over the place, and seeing all of you fight and argue with one another because of me made me feel really upset and overwhelmed.” You said, wiping your tears with the back of your hand.

“How about this, we all take turns to take care of [Y/N] while they’re on their period. Let’s not overwhelm them and make them upset any further.” Dainsleif says. The men nodded their heads in agreement while some reluctantly agreed, partly because they wanted you all for themselves to spoil and coddle. Still, they agreed anyway because it’s to make you happy, and they didn’t want to make you any more upset than you already were.

“I’m going to make a pillow fort all for [Y/N]!” Itto exclaims.

“Count me in!” Gorou and Childe say, following after Itto. One by one, the men left the library, leaving you and Albedo all alone. You could feel the small tension between you and Albedo when the room was finally empty.

“You don’t have to be jealous of Sucrose, [Y/N]. She’s my assistant and a friend of mine. You’re more than that to me, and I care about you a lot. I….” He trails off a bit. “.... I love you, not her. She’s nothing more than a friend and assistant. You’re more than that to me.” Albedo says, reaching down to grab your hand before pressing a kiss on your knuckles. You swallowed the lump in your throat before letting your head fall on Albedo’s shoulders, burying your face into the crook of his neck, tightening your grip on his hands.

“I love you too, Albedo.” You whispered against the skin of his neck.

“Hey! Don’t hog [Y/N] to yourself!” You jumped out of Albedo’s arms and looked at the door. The fourteen men stare at you and Albedo, unamused. You and Albedo slowly got up from the floor. The two of you traded looks with one another before walking to the entrance of the library. Boy, you and Albedo are going to get an earful.

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hamsterclaw · 2 years ago

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Under the Ice

You and your partner Jimin are part of an emergency evacuation on the Hope base in Antarctica. A crack team is drafted in to help. The only problem? It includes your ex-husband Min Yoongi.

Pairing: Yoongi x F! reader

Rating: 18+

Genre: Disaster AU, smut

Word count: 8k

Warnings: Sex, swearing, desolation on the ice

You’re sitting with your partner Jimin watching the sun go down. It’s a Sunday in March at the Hope scientific station on Antarctica, halfway between McMurdo and Amundsen Scott, the South Pole station. You look over at Jimin, wanting to see him in the last natural light you’ll see for months.

Jimin’s gloved hand covers yours, the weight of it anchoring you as the last of the sun’s rays melt into the horizon.

Darkness falls. You stand and brush off the seat of your pants with one hand, not wanting to let Jimin go.

He seems to feel the same as you. He pulls you closer to him as you trudge together through the empty compound back to your living quarters.

Jimim and you are blasters, employed to break rocks for construction and to carve paths for access to facilitate scientific work. You’ve been working as a team for months. You get along well, you have similar working styles and a similar sense of humour, once you got past the fact of your partner’s effortless good looks. Against the blinding white of the ice, he almost looks ethereal sometimes.

He’a pretty strong though, blasting is dangerous work in Antarctica and he’s got you out of tricky situations more than once. You like to think you’ve done the same for him.

Jimin holds the door open for you as you enter. You pass the conference room and stop when you see a familiar face.

Damn. It’s Kim Seokjin.

He hurries to greet you and Jimin, beaming, smile infectious.

‘Jin!’ you say, breathless because he’s squeezing you between him and Jimin. ‘When did you get in?’

‘Just landed,’ he tells you. ‘We’re here for the emergency evac.’

Kim Namjoon, your station chief, speaks up from behind Jin. ‘There’s been an internal collapse at Villa Nuevo. We’ve lost contact with them completely.’

You’re curious. ‘Has anyone been out there?’

Namjoon runs a hand over his face. ‘The first responders report that Villa Nuevo’s been buried. They can’t access the camp. We think there was an avalanche.’

‘Fuck,’ Jimin says, exchanging a glance with you.

‘When was the last known contact?’ Jin asks.

‘Probably two weeks ago.’

Another voice from behind you makes you freeze.

Jin had said ‘we’ when he’d told you he’d been flown in for the evac. You know him well because you and Jimin have worked together with him previously.

You also know him because he’s best friends with the man who’s just spoken.

Min Yoongi.

He’s somewhat of a legend in the circles you run in. He’s experienced at running rescue missions, a veteran of working in the harsh conditions of Antarctica, and not afraid to get down and dirty.

He’s also your ex-husband, and he hadn’t been afraid to get down and dirty over your divorce, either.

‘When do we start?’ Yoongi asks.

‘0600 hours,’ Namjoon replies. ‘Get down to the galley, get something to eat and I’ll meet you all first thing in the morning.’

Yoongi nods. He turns to you and catches you staring at him.

‘Y/N,’ he says. His voice is completely neutral, his expression blank.

‘Yoongi,’ you reply.

He steps forward like he’s going to hug you, and your traitorous heart skips several beats.

Instead of stopping in front of you, he steps past you, so close you hold your breath.

‘Where’s the galley?’ he asks.

You exhale, shakily, and tear your eyes away from him. ‘We can show you around.’

Seokjin falls into step beside you as you head to the kitchen.

‘Where were you before this?’ you ask, smiling up at him, trying to regroup.

‘Yoongi and I were on the peninsula,’ he replies. ‘If we hadn’t got the call we would have flown out.’ He runs a hand through his hair. ‘I was looking forward to going back home.’

You touch his arm sympathetically. ‘I’m sorry.’

You really are. It’s your third season in Antarctica, and you love it, but it’s a harsh place to live and work. You spend six months of the year working at the space centre back home, and six months over the Antarctic summer blasting. Most people do the same, you haven’t heard of anyone staying on the continent for longer than 15 months without a break.

In fact, this is the first Antarctic winter you’ll be experiencing, and you’d only agreed because Jimin would be here too.

Seokjin smiles at you, and it transforms his face. His eyes crinkle at the corners endearingly, showcasing how pretty he is. ‘At least I’ve got Yoongi for company if nothing else.’

You laugh, and catch Yoongi’s gaze. He cocks a brow at you, mouth set in a straight line. His gaze is so intense you find yourself looking away self-consciously.

‘Stop shit-talking me, Jin,’ Yoongi says. Again, his voice sends a thrill through you. There’s a rasp to it that goes straight to your groin.

Fuck. Do you need to get laid? It has been months.

You realise Jimin’s holding out a tray to you. As you wait to be served he tilts his head at you.

‘Are you ok?’ he asks, quietly.

‘Yeah,’ you say. You don’t trust your voice enough to say anything else.

You end up sitting across from Yoongi.

‘I heard you were due to go home. I’m sorry,’ you say, looking at him tentatively.

Yoongi shrugs. ‘It is what it is.’

He doesn’t look like he wants to discuss it further.

***

After dinner Jimin and you take Jin and Yoongi around the station to show them around. The berthing areas are a standard layout, men and women’s rooms separated by a corridor in each area. Jimin, Jin and Yoongi are in berthing area A, you’re in B, set apart from everyone else. It’s just the way things worked out before most people left before the winter run.

You find yourself stealing glances at Yoongi as you show him around.

You haven’t seen him since the divorce, two years ago. He looks thinner than you remember him, you wonder if he’s eating enough.

You’re showing them the greenhouse, almost everyone’s favourite area because of the humidity and greenery, so starkly different from the harsh white dry climate you’re all living in, when you’re greeted by Yi Jin.

You suppress the urge to roll your eyes, on edge as you are with Yoongi around.

Yi Jin’s a fuels operator, a pretty crucial job. He’s also part of the social team and the medical trauma team. He’s tall, muscular because of the hours he puts in at the gym, and so full of hot air you’re constantly surprised he’s earthbound instead of floating around in the stratosphere.

You’d slept with him once, a few months ago, despite Jimin’s best efforts to warn you away from him.

Since then he finds any opportunity to talk to you. You’d been kind of hoping he’d fly home for the winter, but you guess you’re shit out of luck.

‘Y/N,’ he says, coming to give you a hug despite the fact you’d pressed yourself back against the metal shelving the instant you’d clocked him.

You try not to grimace as he holds you longer than necessary.

‘Yi Jin,’ Jimin says smoothly, inserting himself firmly between you and Yi Jin. ‘Have you met Jin and Yoongi? We’re on emergency evac in the morning.’

The men exchange introductions, and you take the opportunity to slide closer to the door of the greenhouse.

‘We should carry on with the tour,’ you say hastily.

‘Y/N,’ Yi Jin says. ‘I’m watching that movie you recommended later in the B area lounge if you want to join me.’

‘I should probably turn in after this, we have an early start in the morning,’ you say politely.

‘If you change your mind,’ he says.

Jimin, facing away from Jin, Yoong and Yi Jin, murmurs to you as you leave the greenhouse. ‘Didn’t I tell you it was a bad decision?’

‘You also kept pouring the drinks,’ you point out.

You show Jin and Yoongi the other lounge, the music room, the IT room and the emergency lockdown area in C wing.

You stop at the junction between C and B.

‘I guess I’ll head to bed,’ you say. ‘Jimin can take you back.’

‘Is anyone else in B wing with you?’ Yoongi asks. He hasn’t said anything in a while.

‘I think I’m on my own,’ you say.

Yoongi glances down the darkened corridor leading to B wing. ‘I’ll walk you to your room.’

‘How are you going to find your way back?’ you ask.

Yoongi says, gently, ‘I think I can find my way.’

Yoongi falls into step beside you as you walk to the B wing berthing area. When you turn the corner, you meet Yi Jin again.

‘Lost?’ Yoongi asks. His tone is pleasant enough, but there’s an edge to it that makes Yi Jin straighten up and give him a sharp look.

Instead of stopping at your door, Yoongi follows you into your narrow room.

‘Will you be ok?’ he asks.

‘I’m fine,’ you say.

He glances around the room, his eyes landing on the picture by your bed.

It’s of you, and him, on your first season on the ice. Neither of you is even looking at the camera, you’re smiling at each other like you don’t even notice the beauty around you.

You can’t bring yourself to take it down.

You wait for him to comment but all he does is give you a half-smile before he leaves.

***

At breakfast, Jimin’s fresh-faced, chirpy like you are.

‘Ready to dig out survivors?’ he asks.

‘Ready,’ you answer.

Two weeks isn’t long to be buried, especially not in a base similar to yours. You anticipate the base would have been nearly empty of people anyway coming up to winter. You remind yourself to ask Namjoon how many people you’re expecting to find.

Breakfast is a quiet affair, Jimin and you usually conserve your energy for the day ahead coming up to a mission. Jin greets you both with a smile as he slides in across from you with his porridge, and Yoongi barely casts a glance at you.

You stop by the greenhouse before you leave, a small ritual you’ve got into the habit of carrying out. You think of it as a mental exercise, centering yourself, remembering all the good things in the world before you meet the harsh elements of the Antarctic winter.

Jimin meets you outside. He’s wearing the chain he always wears, with a tiny gold bear pendant.

You’ve both got your superstitions, there’s not much else to cling on to here.

Outside, Jin and Yoongi are already loading their truck. You watch in amusement as a penguin wanders up to your grumpy ex-husband.

He gives it a forbidding look.

‘It likes you,’ you call.

‘It has terrible taste in people,’ Jin chips in.

‘There are others here who’ve made the same mistake,’ Jimin points out, always ready for a laugh at your expense.

Yoongi, ignoring all of you, climbs a little way up a snowdrift to put some distance between himself and the friendly penguin.

Undaunted, the penguin stops at the foot of the drift, looking up at Yoongi curiously.

‘It’s just a baby,’ Jimin coos as he passes it to get into the truck.

‘You’re a baby,’ you reply, following in his path.

You stop next to the penguin and look up at Yoongi.

‘Stop pushing away people that care about you,’ you tell him.

Yoongi’s expression is a mixture of disgruntled and serious.

‘Jagi I never did that.’

You snort.

‘Liar pants on fire Min Yoongi. And don’t call me Jagi.’

You get into the truck and slam the door closed, trying not to think too much about why you feel so rattled by Yoongi’s use of the pet name he called you whilst you were still married.

***

Jimin glances over at you as he drives.

‘Are you ok?’

‘I’m fine,’ you reply. ‘Are you ok, Jiminie?’

‘I’m interested,’ he replies, ‘in why Yoongi can still get you flustered like a blushing schoolgirl.’

‘Because he has a fucking first class dick and he knows how to use it,’ you reply, lightly. ‘And that fucking voice.’

Jimin groans. ‘I’m trying to have a serious conversation, Y/N, not to get slapped with Yoongi’s big dick.’

‘He can slap me with his dick anytime,’ you say. ‘And it’s not that big. But it’s got a curve to it and he knows how to slide it in so it hits just right.’

‘I’m sorry I asked,’ Jimin mutters.

You look out the window at the blank, bright landscape.

‘I love him, Jimin. That’s why he can still fluster me.’

‘I know,’ Jimin says. He puts his hand over yours.

‘But I’m not what he wants,’ you say, more to yourself.

Jimin had been there during the time of your divorce. You don’t really hide anything from each other anymore.

‘He didn’t have to be so mean,’ Jimin says, sympathetic.

You’re thinking back to how Yoongi was. He’d become progressively more distant from you, until one day you’d hesitated over writing him down as an emergency contact because you weren’t sure if he’d care enough to answer a call if it was anything to do with you.

You’d put Jimin’s name down instead.

Jimin’s low whistle distracts you from your introspection. ‘Holy shit.’

You’re approaching Villa Nuevo, but it’s not the Villa Nuevo that you know.

Jimin parks the truck and you both get out.

It’s eerily quiet, but that’s not the reason Jimin reacted the way he did.

Villa Nuevo is one of the smaller Antarctic stations, and it’s completely buried under a blanket of snow. You can just about see the highest point - the tip of a flagpole. Everything else looks like it’s part of the ground.

You’re looking at one of your worst nightmares come to life. Jimin’s sober expression tells you he’s thinking the same as you.

Yoongi and Jin arrive as you’re climbing into the cab of your digger.

There’s a sense of urgency to your work as you start moving snow away from your starting point, but you know you have to pace yourself, work methodically. The last thing you need is more setbacks when your compatriots have already been under for two weeks.

You can just about see Jin in the digger next to yours, jaw set as he works. You’re working in pairs, at the rate you’re moving snow you think it’s at least three days work before you’ll get access to the station.

You hope they can hold out until you get to them.

***

Twilight in the Antarctic makes you lose all sense of time, like you’re suspended in perpetual dawn or dusk. When you stop for lunch, Jimin refuels your diggers.

There’s a knock on your window and you look up, mid-salad to see Yoongi. He opens the door and slides in next to you.

You offer him a forkful of salad half heartedly. He raises an eyebrow at you.

‘Are you doing ok?’ he asks.

‘I’m fine, thanks for the wellbeing visit,’ you reply, edgy.

He unzips his parka and pulls out a chocolate bar. It’s a wafer, your favourite.

‘I’ve been saving this for you,’ he says.

You reach out and take it. It seems churlish not to thank him, so you say, ‘thank you.’

You tilt your chin towards the buried station. ‘Scary, isn’t it.’

He nods. ‘I can’t imagine what it’s like to be under there.’

His words trigger a flashback to the last evacuation you did together, more than two years ago. It’d been smaller scale, a colleague trapped in fresh snowfall. It would have been a straightforward rescue, if there hadn’t been another avalanche while you were still trying to cope with the first one.

Your heart had stopped when you found out Yoongi had been caught in the second one.

You’d broken two fingers and your scaphoid digging him out.

Jimin had told you that you’d been so hysterical you’d had to be sedated when they airlifted Yoongi to McMurdo. It explains why you can’t remember large chunks of the day.

Yoongi had started distancing himself from you after that.

In truth, you don’t blame him for not wanting to be responsible for your lack of control.

Now, in the bare warmth of the truck, Yoongi’s looking at you so intently you feel exposed.

‘Yeah, it seems like that would suck,’ is all you say.

You finish your lunch in silence.

***

You’ve worked steadily to clear snow for the past ten hours, you’re starting to make visible progress. In the digger beside yours, you can see Seokjin signalling.

Jimin flashes the headlights from the truck at you, a clear signal to stop.

Your hand rests on the controls, curled in a claw from operating the digger all day.

The cold is so penetrating it’s slowly forced you into a state of inertia. You’re not sure you can stop, or even move.

The cab door opens suddenly, sending the dry freeze in with it. You shiver.

Yoongi climbs up into the cab. Wordlessly, he puts his hand over yours and unsticks your fingers.

He says the only thing that you want to hear.

‘We’re ahead of where I thought we would be. We might get them out tomorrow. Stop, baby.’

You want to tell him you’re not his baby but your lips don’t work.

He tucks you into your seat in the truck and Jimin drives you back to base.

***

Everytime you warm back up, you forget the ache of being frozen to the very bones of you.

Jimin’s beside you on the couch in the break room, playing cards with Seokjin whilst you stare at the TV.

You all look up as Yoongi enters the break room.

He’s not alone.

Iseul, one of the scientists, is with him.

You drop your gaze to hide your expression.

Iseul is smart, funny, and beautiful.

You remind yourself that you and Yoongi are divorced.

He can do whatever he wants with whomever he wants.

Jimin’s thigh presses against yours, reminding you he’s there.

Iseul and Yoongi take the couch beside yours.

You can’t help yourself. You glance at them, hoping your expression is casual.

She’s got her hand on his arm, and he’s looking straight at you.

You force a smile that you’re sure looks more like a grimace.

‘I should go to bed,’ you announce pleasantly to no one in particular. You smile without meeting anyone’s eyes and leave the room.

It’s only when you’re back in your berth, door locked behind you, that the tightness in your chest eases and you can finally draw a breath.

***

There’s a knock on your door the next morning as you’re getting ready. You pull it open, expecting Jimin.

‘One sec,’ you say. You freeze when you realise it’s not him.

Yoongi’s standing outside your door, dressed for breakfast.

‘Can I walk you to breakfast?’ he asks. This early, his voice is still gravelly and low from disuse.

You say, ‘sure,’ automatically, then turn away to grab your key.

‘Did you want to talk about something?’ you ask politely as you walk together down the long corridor.

‘Just wanted to make sure you’re ok. It was a long day yesterday,’ Yoongi says.

‘I’m fine, Yoongi.’

‘Did you do something to your hair?’ he asks.

You look up at him, quizzical. ‘You aren’t good at small talk, Min Yoongi. What’s on your mind?’

To your astonishment, Yoongi actually looks flustered.

‘I just wanted to talk to you,’ he says, finally. ‘We were together a long time.’

He’s not wrong. You and Yoongi met in the city you both grew up in, you learned all about him in the context of home before you set off for this desolate continent together.

You still remember countless nights roaming alleys and streets, tiny shops, abandoned housing estates, with Yoongi beside you.

If you closed your eyes right now you’d still be able to see what his profile looks like in the halogen burn of the streetlights outside the bedroom of the tiny apartment you used to live in together.

He’s as much a part of you now as he was back then, and thinking about it could bring you to your knees if you let it.

‘You’ll always be a part of me, Yoongi. But we’re divorced. You don’t need my blessing to date anyone else,’ you say.

You can’t say it fairer than that.

You glance at him and nod, and speed up so you can catch up to Jimin, a few yards ahead of you.

***

Today, Jimin and you slip easily into the routine of yesterday.

From what you can see, Yoongi and Seokjin are working just as efficiently as you are. More of the station’s uncovered now, you can see part of the roof, part of the top wall.

Yoongi pulls you all in for a huddle, showing you the station floorplan.

‘The largest windows are on this side,’ he points out. ‘We need to focus on clearing this, and fast. Weather report says it’ll be con 2 by this evening.’

‘Can we be in by this evening?’ Jimin asks.

You see the way Seokjin and Yoongi exchange a glance.

‘If we can’t, we’ll be in tomorrow. There’s no need to rush this,’ Yoongi says.

You’re just as impatient as Jimin. ‘We should try though,’ you argue.

Yoongi says, firmly, ‘we’ll do this steady and safe.’

‘Says the person who got buried,’ you snap.

‘Says the person who shattered their hand getting me out,’ Yoongi counters.

‘Should have left you under,’ you retort.

Jimin raises an eyebrow. ‘Do you guys want to fuck it out?’ he asks, voice silken.

‘He wishes,’ you say. ‘Let’s go, Jimin.’

Yoongi and Seokjin watch you and Jimin stalk away, back to your digger.

Seokjin laughs. ‘She’s not wrong.’

Yoongi doesn’t bother to reply.

***

The weather conditions, as predicted, have got progressively worse. You’ve started to uncover a window, are tantalisingly close, when Yoongi signals to stop.

You know that continuing is more foolhardy than useful, with the weather being what it is.

Dejected, you’re trudging back to the truck when something occurs to you.

‘Give me a sec. I’m gonna leave a note,’ you say to Jimin.

He frowns. ‘Wait -‘

His voice is lost in the howl of the gale as you head back to the sliver of window you’ve uncovered.

You climb up the slope and slide the hastily written note in front of the windowpane.

We’re working on getting you out.

As you turn to head back to the truck, the wind picks up, and you lose your balance, falling against the lip of the roof.

You get up, orientate yourself to the lights, and get the fuck back to the truck.

***

Back at base, Jimin waves you in before him, shielding you with his own body from the blistering wind. His hand lands on the back of your red parka, steadying you as he comes in behind you and pulls the door shut.

You collapse in the entryway, gasping, acclimatising to being away from the slicing cold outside.

Jimin looks over at you.

‘You have a cut,’ he says, gesturing vaguely with his hand.

You wince as you sit up and pull your beanie and goggles off. The folded up brim is soaked with blood, but it’s the least of your worries.

‘Tomorrow we’ll be in,’ you say.

Jimin nods.

He looks as exhausted as you feel.

Footsteps approach.

It’s Yoongi, still in his reflective jacket. Yoongi and Jin must have arrived back at base not long before you.

He stares at you. ‘What the hell happened?’

‘Well hello to you too, always a pleasure, Mr Min,’ you say, unable to resist.

He ignores you and steps forward. ‘You might need stitches. Come on, let me take a look.’

‘It’s fine,’ you say.

Jimin, from the floor, says, ‘Let him take a look, Y/N.’

In moments you find yourself in the medical room, sitting on the flat couch they use for consults as Yoongi cleans your forehead.

You haven’t been this close to him in a long time. His hands are warm, one palm cupping your jaw, the other dabbing at your forehead wound.

When he speaks, he’s still so close you can feel his breath on your cheek.

‘It’s deep, but straight. I can put a couple stitches in, help minimise the scarring.’

‘I don’t know if I can trust you coming at me with a sharp object,’ you mutter.

Yoongi’s lips, right in front of your face, twitch a little.

‘I’ve been told I’m pretty good with my hands.’

Your eyes meet. You’re pretty sure you’re the one who told him that.

‘Do your worst, Min,’ you say, lightly.

His lips twitch again.

‘Lie down, will you. And stop staring at my lips.’

You lay back and close your eyes. ‘There you are again, always assuming I’m staring at you.’

Yoongi sounds like he’s smiling now, but you don’t want to open your eyes in case he accuses you of staring at him again.

He hums a little whilst he works on you. His deep voice is even more compelling with your eyes closed.

There’s a bit of stinging, but he’s so gentle you barely feel anything.

You’re so relaxed you’re half asleep when he finally says, ‘Done.’

His thumb brushes over your cheek.

When you open your eyes he’s still leaning over you.

‘Hey,’ he says.

‘Hey,’ you reply. ‘Did you make me pretty again?’

He’s still close, not turning away as he replies, ‘you know what you look like.’

‘Like what?’ you ask, persistent.

‘You look like fucking trouble,’ Yoongi says. ‘You always have.’

He looks like he’s about to turn away, so you catch his arm to make him stay.

The first brush of his lips on yours feels like something you’ve been waiting for your whole life.

He’s tender with you, hand splayed under the angle of your jaw, thumb on your cheek.

His lips are firm, familiar, with that quiet authority that’s always thrilled you.

When you’re together like this, Yoongi takes control, looks after you the way you love, and you revel in completely letting go.

Your lips part as you come up for air. Yoongi rests his forehead against yours gently, mindful of your stitches.

‘I don’t know what’s right,’ he murmurs.

He sounds so soft still that it takes you a moment to process his words.

‘I don’t know either,’ you admit.

You pull away, and Yoongi lets you go.

‘I should get cleaned up,’ you say. ‘Thanks for stitching me up.’

You glance at his hand, clenched in his lap, and want to touch him so badly.

Physical contact had always made things right between you when you were married.

It hadn’t been enough to keep you together, though.

‘Are you and Iseul?’ You let your question trail off into the metaphorical distance between you.

Now that you’re letting yourself look you can see how distant you’ve grown.

‘We dated for a bit, after —-‘

He does the same as you just did, drops his half-sentence into the abyss.

You don’t want to know any more because you’re worried his answer will crush you.

‘I’ll see you at dinner, Yoongi,’ you say.

This time, it’s easier not to touch him as you move past him to get back to your berth.

***

Day three on the evac mission starts with a grim sense of purpose. You and Jimin barely speak to each other, and by this point, you don’t really need to.

He has your back, and you have his and that’s all you really need to know.

The window you’ve been working on reveals itself, shiny and hopeful. It slides open like you expected it to.

‘I’m not going to fit,’ Jimin says, terse.

‘I will,’ you say.

It’s the first conversation you’ve had this morning.

Yoongi’s already beside you, breathing in white puffs.

‘I’ll go in,’ you tell him. ‘I’ll find another window, I can direct you.’

You can feel Yoongi’s reluctance.

Seokjin says, ‘if there’s any trouble, get back here and we’ll get you out.’

‘What kind of trouble would there be?’ you ask, lightly, hoping to ease the tension.

‘I don’t want heroics. You get in, deliver any medical attention if it’s needed, show us where to dig next, and get back up here,’ Yoongi says.

His gaze is steady on yours.

‘Don’t put yourself at any risk,’ he says, a direct order.

The isolation of the ice affects people in different ways. You know this as well as anyone.

‘Glad you’ve been working on your core,’ you say to Jimin. ‘I’ll expect you to be able to haul me out in seconds.’

Jimin rolls his eyes. ‘If you worked on your core like I keep telling you to, you wouldn’t have to rely on me.’

You smile under your balaclava as you lower yourself into the darkened room. From the floor plan, it’s a tiny galley kitchen.

You uncover your face and pull your goggles off as soon as you’re in.

You picture the floor plan in your head, but the reality is, you’re going to keep going until you find someone.

Anyone.

Your voice sounds stronger than you feel as you call, ‘hello? I’m part of the evac team.’

You pass an empty music room, and empty lounge.

The silence and darkness are eerie. It’s warmer in here than outside, but not by much.

You sense movement out of the corner of your eye as you pass a long corridor of doors. The berthing area.

You spin, heart pounding, but you’re not fast enough.

You’re shoved against a wall, face first.

Your arms are pulled up behind you, so hard your shoulder screams.

‘I’m part of the evac team!’ you shout. ‘We’re here to get you out!’

You can’t see who’s got you pinned, all you can feel is hot breath in your cheek.

For a moment it feels like the grip on your arm tightens further, and then you’re free.

The man who pinned you raises his arm, and you feel cold metal against your neck.

You’re breathing hard yourself, putting your hands up slowly, waiting for him to see you’re not a threat.

Finally, the pressure on your neck lessens, and the knife clatters to the floor.

‘Thank god,’ he says, and it sounds more like a sob. ‘Thank god you’re here.’

***

You find out his name is Haru and he was meant to leave for the season, Villa Nuevo is left unstaffed for the Antarctic winter, unlike Hope station, McMurdo and the South Pole station.

You take him with you back to the window you accessed.

Your team is still huddled around the window.

Yoongi swears when he sees you, arm reaching in to grab your parka like he needs a solid grip on you.

‘Do you want out?’ he asks, eyes intense on you. ‘I’ll take you out right now.’

‘I’m ok,’ you say. You reach out and touch his cheek. ‘I’m fine. This is Haru.’

It turns out that the closest window large enough for Haru to climb through is in the lounge, probably another day’s worth of digging.

He pleads with you not to leave him, even when you explain that the team will work faster with you on it.

You end up sitting in the lounge with him for the rest of the day.

He seems perfectly nice, he’s a fuels operator like Yi Jin and his flight out was cancelled. He’d been waiting for the next one when Villa Nuevo was buried.

At the end of the day, you head back to the window.

‘It’s going to be another day’s work before we can access the window. We’ll start again tomorrow,’ Yoongi says. He’s got his hand around your arm again, you don’t even know if he realises he’s doing it.

‘You can’t leave me here alone another night,’ Haru says, immediately. He looks agitated. ‘I didn’t know if anyone was coming, you have no idea what it’s been like.’

‘I can’t leave my team here,’ Yoongi says, firm. ‘We’ll be back in the morning and we’ll get you out tomorrow.’

Haru starts pacing, swearing. Yoongi’s hand tightens even more on your arm.

‘I can stay,’ you say, trying to de-escalate the situation. ‘I can stay.’

You put your hand on his. ‘It’s fine, Yoongi. I can stay until tomorrow.’

Haru takes your other arm, and Yoongi snaps, ‘let her go.’

Haru lets go, looking confused.

‘You won’t be able to call for help if anything happens,’ Yoongi tells you.

‘It’ll be fine. You’ll get us out tomorrow,’ you say.

You have no idea about his feelings but you know one thing’s for certain.

Min Yoongi’s the best at what he does. He’ll get you out.

‘Get going,’ you say. ‘You’ll miss dinner.’

‘I won’t be able to eat a damn thing,’ Yoongi mutters. ‘Not with you here.’

‘Don’t get romantic, Yoongi, it doesn’t suit you.’

Yoongi’s lips curve.

‘Are you sure, jagi?’

‘Not your jagi,’ you say firmly. ‘Get the fuck out of here, Yoongi. Then come back and get me out too.’

***

Seokjin nudges Yoongi with his shoulder as they head for dinner.

‘He’s like a lost puppy,’ he says, nodding at Jimin, who’s already at a table, staring at his plate.

‘We shouldn’t have left her,’ Yoongi says, his tone harsher than he intended.

‘She volunteered,’ Seokjin points out. ‘And Haru looked like he was struggling.’

Objectively, Yoongi knows what Seokjin’s saying is true.

Subjectively, this feels awfully like how he left your apartment for the last time after the divorce.

Look how that turned out.

Jimin looks up as Yoongi and Seokjin join the table.

‘I hope she’s ok,’ Jimin says.

‘She’ll be fine.’

‘We shouldn’t have left her,’ Jimin continues.

‘She wanted to stay.’

‘You should have hauled her out of there,’ Jimin says, eyes accusing.

‘Come on,’ Seokjin says. ‘You know Yoongi doesn’t have the upper body strength for that.’

For a moment they stare at each other.

Then Yoongi snorts. ‘Early start tomorrow?’

‘I’ve briefed the fuelies to have us ready to go at 0500hours,’ Jimin says.

He glares at Yoongi, but there’s less heat in his expression now. ‘You owe her a lot of chocolate wafers for this.’

‘I’ll give her anything she wants,’ Yoongi says.

‘Anything?’ Jimin says, eyes narrowed.

‘Anything,’ Yoongi promises.

***

You have dinner with Haru, there’s an abundance of supplies. He calms when he realises you’re not going anywhere.

You get set up in the berth next to his, you’re not that keen to be far away in this eerily deserted station either.

Your door locks, the first thing you check after you bid him goodnight.

You slip into a restless sleep filled with odd dreams about Yoongi.

By the time your watch tells you it’s morning, you feel like you’ve been up all night.

Breakfast is a sombre affair, Haru looks like he’s barely functioning. He’s let his awareness of time slip during the time he’s been buried.

You can’t imagine what it would have been like to be alone here for over two weeks.

You’re already waiting by the window when the thin layer of snow is brushed away.

The look on Yoongi’s face when he sees you makes you think maybe he cares more than you realised.

He, too, looks like he hasn’t slept.

He pulls you into a hug.

‘Are you ok, my love?’ he asks.

‘Are you going to get me out, Yoongi?’ you ask.

‘I’ll get you out,’ Jimin pipes up from behind Yoongi.

‘So get to it,’ you say. ‘I’ll be waiting.’

It’s late in the afternoon by the time the window’s clear enough to open.

Yoongi pulls you into his arms as soon as you’re out.

‘Wait, did you miss me that much?’ you tease.

‘Not really, but Jimin would’ve had my head if we’d taken any longer getting you out,’ Yoongi says, cool.

You’re pulled into Jimin’s embrace. ‘Thank you,’ you tell him.

Jimin shrugs, but his eyes are bright.

‘I’d expect the same from you,’ he murmurs.

‘Always,’ you reply, heartfelt.

Seokjin’s helping Haru emerge from the station.

‘Looks like we can call it a day,’ he announces.

You’ve never been gladder to get back to base.

***

You’ve had a couple beers on your return to Hope station, and you’re feeling all right with Jimin beside you.

When Yi Jin approaches, you’re not worried.

He nods to you. ‘Good job with the evac,’ he says.

‘Thanks,’ you reply, smiling.

He leans down to say in your ear, ‘You look pretty.’

‘Not as pretty as Jimin,’ you reply.

Jimin, hearing his name, leans closer. ‘I’m pretty,’ he agrees.

‘We’re pretty together,’ you say, sliding an arm around Jimin’s shoulders. ‘A package deal.’

Shit, you’re being silly. You must be drunker than you thought.

‘There’s an aurora,’ Yi Jin says. ‘Want to come see?’

‘Jimin, there’s an aurora,’ you announce. ‘Shall we go?’

Jimin tilts his head. ‘Want me to come with?’ he asks, in a low voice. ‘Otherwise I’ll stay here with Hye Jin.’

You notice that her hand is on his arm, and you have no intention of cockblocking your partner. There’s not much else, sometimes, to get you through the winter.

‘No worries. I’ll see you in a bit, Jimin.’

You stumble a little as you follow Yi Jin into the ante-room to put on your parkas.

He steadies you. ‘Had too much?’ he asks.

You pass him your beer. ‘Here, you can have it.’

The cold that greets you as you exit the station barely touches you, you’re so warm from the alcohol.

The platform above the entrance provides perfect viewing.

The night sky is lit with swirling greens and yellows. It’s stunning, you don’t think you’ll ever get used to it.

Yi Jin leans over the railing next to you. ‘Beautiful,’ he says, raising his voice to be heard over the wind.

‘Yeah,’ you agree.

He’s a lot taller than you, you have plenty of warning that he’s going to try to kiss you as he leans down.

You put your fingers to his lips. ‘I can’t, Yi Jin.’

‘Why not?’ he asks.

‘I’ve got a crush on another boy,’ you blurt out, silly in your tipsiness.

Yi Jin raises an eyebrow. ‘Your ex-husband? The man who’s sleeping with Park Iseul?’

His words hit you like a blow.

‘He can do what he wants,’ you say quietly. ‘We’re divorced.’

‘You can do what you want too,’ Yi Jin mutters.

He leans close again, and you put your hand up, firmly. ‘I can’t.’

For a crazy moment you think he’s going to pretend not to hear you.

Then he’s turning, opening the door, going back inside and letting the door swing closed behind him.

****

The sauna’s dark save for the red glow from the uplighters.

It’s quiet too, apart from the occasional rumble of footsteps overhead.

You step into the humid heat, and realise you’re not alone.

Yoongi’s sitting on the bench opposite the door.

You close the door and hesitate a second too long.

He says, ‘I can leave, if you want.’

There’s something about the careful neutrality of his voice that gives you a pang of sadness. How did you get from the giddy heights of when you first met him, to this?

How did you develop all this distance between you?

You sit at the other bench.

‘Don’t leave on my account, Yoongi,’ you reply.

Your use of his name seems to make him less tense, but you’re not sure.

You can barely see him.

There’s something about sitting here in the dark with him that has your thoughts racing instead of calming.

You can hear him moving.

He sits next to you. His hand lands on your wrist, curling around it loosely.

It reminds you of the way he used to hold you when you were still sleeping together, hand around your arm, pinning you to the bed as he fucked you hard enough to make you scream for more.

You’ve always wanted more of him.

Yoongi says, not unkindly, ‘I can hear you thinking from here.’

You smile.

‘I slept with her. We were together for a while, after you and I got divorced.’

You’d already figured as much, but it still makes your stomach drop.

It feels like he’s waiting for you to say it’s ok, but you can’t, because it’s not.

The tears fall when your eyes squeeze shut, mingling with the sweat on your face.

Yoongi’s hand tightens around your wrist.

‘I could tell you how it didn’t mean anything to me, but I don’t think that’s what you need to hear.’

He lets go of you. ‘And that’s not what I want you to know.’

He gets up, leaving you rooted to the bench, still and brittle like you’re carved from glass instead of flesh.

‘It’s your face that I see when I close my eyes. Every time. It’s you I think of whenever I do anything remotely risky. It’s always been you. I’m starting to think it’ll always be you.’

He laughs, but there’s no humour in it.

‘I’m yours, whether you’ll have me or not.’

He doesn’t wait for a reply, which is fine, because you’re crying too hard to give him one.

***

There’s a tunnel under the ice, a narrow platform accessed by a metal rung ladder encased in a metal tube.

It’s always struck you as incredible that you’re allowed to climb down, to descend under the ice sheet, to view the water beneath.

You love the darkness of it, the way you’re entombed below the ice. The way the sounds of seals echo muffled, breaking through the silence.

The access ladder is the stuff of nightmares if you’re claustrophobic, but you’ve never been inclined that way.

You come down here when you need to think.

You’re on the bottom rung when you realise you’re not alone.

‘There’s room,’ comes Yoongi’s voice.

Down here, in the dark, you realise how well you know him. So well that you know his voice better than your own. So well that you know the feel of him, how your body would fit against his if he were to reach for you right now.

‘Why did you leave, Yoongi?’ you ask. ‘If I’m everything to you, why did you leave?’

‘You broke your own bones saving me from being buried,’ he replies. ‘Christ, they had to sedate you! I can’t allow you to make those kinds of sacrifices for me.’

‘We promised to make those sacrifices for each other,’ you reply, feeling hollow. ‘Before we ever got married.’

‘I don’t want you to be hurt, because of me,’ he says. He’s moving closer, you can’t see him, but you can sense him in the dark.

‘I’m hurting now,’ you say, quiet now because his face is next to yours.

‘You’re alive.’

‘You think I’d die for you?’ you ask.

‘Wouldn’t you? I would, for you.’

His lips are against your cheek, so close you can feel his lips move.

You turn your head, and your lips meet.

‘I don’t want to not be with you,’ Yoongi says. ‘Not anymore.’

‘Don’t, then.’

***

Yoongi and you don’t make it to his bed, not the first time.

He pins you against the door, impatient, taking over unbuttoning when your frozen fingers don’t seem to work.

He pushes into you, taking control like he always does.

‘Close your eyes,’ he says. He’s so hard you’re struggling to adjust, your walls fluttering around the thickness of him.

He stays perfectly still, holding you against his door. He lays kisses over the curves of your face, then he taps the point of your chin.

‘Open,’ he says. Your lips part, and his tongue slides into your mouth, plunging into you in a rhythm that has your hips moving involuntarily against his.

‘Want me to fuck you like this?’ he asks, pulling away, leaning forward again to take possession of your mouth.

You moan as he leans away again.

Yoongi’s hand curls around your leg, lifting it as he starts to move.

‘How do you want me?’ he asks. He pulls out, turns you around roughly and enters you again.

He kneads your ass, other hand pressing down on your spine to angle you better for him.

‘That’s it,’ he says, approving, as you moan again. He circles his hips, grinding against your ass.

His hands slide up your torso to cup your breasts, fingers working under the thin lace to pluck at your nipples.

You’re getting wetter, slicker, the pleasure starting to build.

‘There you go,’ he mutters. ‘There you fucking go.’

You work your own hand over your clit, because you’re so worked up you can’t wait.

Yoongi grunts into your hair, you can feel his open mouth on the skin of your neck.

He rocks his hips against your ass, grinding so hard your hand’s trapped against the door.

You can’t move, but it’s enough, thank god, it’s enough, when Yoongi groans, ‘take it, it’s yours. It’s all fucking yours.’

You cry out, and Yoongi shudders, and you realise he’s spilling inside you as your cunt tightens and your pleasure peaks.

He thrusts again, keeping you pinned to the door, held up in between his arms as your orgasm threatens to melt you from the inside out.

The second time is sometime between mid afternoon and dinner. You have no idea of the time in the relentless darkness of the Antarctic winter, all you know is it’s warm with Yoongi wrapped around you, and hotter as he pulls you under him and enters you again.

He fills you so beautifully you don’t ever want him to leave.

He rocks into you, a slow grind that gives you time to get so worked up you’re sobbing with relief by the time he builds up to giving you exactly what you want.

He curls a hand around your neck as he thrusts, just rough enough to add to the thrill of him.

One climax blends into another, you lose count as he fills you again and again.

He’s making up for lost time, and you’re grateful that he’s doing it right before your twice weekly allocated shower time, because you don’t think baby wipes will quite cut it.

Yoongi laughs at you when you mention showers.

He’s still between your legs, on top of you but no longer in you.

‘You want me to stop?’ he asks, gravelly, low, half-serious.

‘No.’

‘You want me to clean you up?’ he asks, tongue flicking at your skin.

‘No.’

‘What do you want?’

‘I want to take a shower and then I want to come back to bed and for you to hold me,’ you say.

‘Don’t be gone long,’ Yoongi says.

You set the timer on your watch and hop into the shower, your one true luxury when you’re on the ice.

Water’s precious, showers are limited.

You clean yourself off and wrap the towel around you, heading for your room.

You round the corner from the showers and nearly run into Yi Jin.

You’re stepping past when you hear Yoongi’s voice.

‘I changed the sheets,’ Yoongi says. ‘Come back to bed, my love.’

He gives Yi Jin a hard look, and Yi Jin backs up.

‘Is he hassling you?’ Yoongi asks, when you get back into his room.

‘I slept with him once,’ you admit.

‘Damn, now I’ll really have to kill him,’ Yoongi grumbles.

You shiver, remembering that you’re still in a towel.

Yoongi lifts his duvet cover. He really did change the sheets.

‘Get in. I’m taking a shower, get ready to warm me up when I get back.’

By the time Yoongi slides in next to you, you’re half-asleep.

His voice is velvety in your ear as he says good night.

***

It’s the end of the season, Jimin and Seokjin left yesterday. You’re meeting up next week at home.

Yoongi hoists his pack over his shoulder, and turns to you as the military plane prepares to take you to Punta Arenas.

‘Still have our pictures up on the wall at home?’ he asks, voice teasing.

‘We can take more pictures together,’ you offer. ‘We have time.’

Yoongi looks at you, and his smile makes your heart stutter like it always does.

‘Come on. Let’s go home,’ he says.

He clasps your hand in his, and you walk the icy runway to the plane together.

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geeky-politics-46 · 2 years ago

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As someone who has done something similar by accident I can totally relate. I also think this is just a really good trope anyway. I'm very pleased to do a headcanon for this one!

It had been a rather boring evening actually. That's probably why you weren't really paying much attention to who you were sending what text message to.

In one thread you were talking with Stephen, or Doctor Strange if being formal.

There was a flirtation between you guys but nothing had ever come of it. So you assumed that was just how he was.

It did nothing to help the little crush you had on the sorcerer though.

So Nat and Maria had finally convinced you to go on a blind date with some SHIELD agent to see if you could quell your crush.

It had also been a long time since you had gotten any real action to speak of beyond an innocent kiss.

So Nat insisted you go lingerie shopping just in case, then report back to her what you got.

You ended up with two sets both rather skimpy and leaving almost nothing to the imagination. One set was red and very tiny, the other a dark blue and almost completely see thru.

You may have inadvertently been thinking about Stephen when you picked them out, but only because you were always texting him.

So now you stand in your bedroom with makeup and hair done, high heels on, modeling each set and taking photos to send to Nat to get her opinion on which to wear on your date in a few days.

The only problem was that a certain sorcerer kept interrupting your texts with Nat and you were trying to keep both conversations straight.

There may have also been a near empty bottle of wine adding to it.

This is how Nat ended up with a text about Wong purposely moving books just to irk Stephen. Which immediately confused her.

Stephen ended up with a text that said "okay which is sexier, red or blue?", followed rapid fire by two photos of you in incredibly revealing lingerie posing all sexy.

He choked on his tea when he saw the pictures, garnering Wong's attention before Stephen quickly scurried from the library and back to his own bedroom.

You hadn't even realized your mistake until you got a message back from Stephen that said "well I like the blue personally, but the red would match my cloak perfectly. Both are just… wow."

You immediately panicked and started scribbling an apology message. "Oh shit Stephen I'm so sorry! I meant to send those to Nat. She's helping me pick out what to wear for a blind date I have in a couple days and I must have crossed the wires."

Stephen couldn't say he wasn't a little disappointed. He had been trying to work up the nerve to ask you out. He really thought you liked him. So who was this date? And why should he get the honor of seeing you like that?

"A blind date? No way. Whoever it is I guarantee he isn't good enough to see you in either set of lingerie looking so sexy like that."

The flirtatious comment intrigued you, "Oh really? Who should I go out with then? Who is good enough to see me like this? Who should get see me in lingerie? Do you have any candidates, Doctor?"

He smiled to himself, "I do have a candidate I think you'd like... He's incredibly smart, and has a great job. Although, crazy work schedule. He is also very handsome and charming. Plus he's a doctor and a sorcerer." Quickly following up with "if you couldn't tell it's me. You should date me."

Before you could respond he quickly responded with a photo… he was stripped down to his boxer briefs with the note "to even out the naughty photos ;)". You swore you had to fight not to start drooling.

He was more muscular than you imagined. Lean but defined. You couldn't help but imagine licking your way from his low belly up to his neck.

Then there was that bulge. You imagined he was long, but he looked like he was thick too and at least somewhat aroused.

You were more than a little aroused now too. Your brain was having a hard time figuring out how to respond.

You were also struggling to keep both hands on your phone.

Stephen was starting to get worried he had overstepped his boundaries with the photo when you hadn't responded for about 5 minutes.

He was also trying not to stare at your photos and touch himself, at least until you answered his offer for a date.

You finally formed your response to both his photo and his offer just as he was about to apologize.

"Took you long enough to ask me Stephen. I'm marking you down as my blind date in a couple days. The SHIELD agent can just think we got called in to do something."

"Does that mean I get to pick your lingerie for our date? Since I've already seen it. I do like the blue and what I can see thru it."

His presumption made you blush, despite the fact that he was probably correct. You probably would end up in bed together.

"Maybe now I have to go shopping again to find something else to surprise you with. If you are good, that is."

"I do like surprises darling. I'll be good to get my surprise, but I guarantee nothing after that."

You both knew you had to end the conversation now or it would devolve into full on sexting.

You also had to respond to Nat, who was now blowing up your phone trying to figure out why you texted her about Wong.

You were the first to say goodnight. "Goodnight Stephen. Looking forward to my date with a sexy sorcerer ;)."

His response was equally flirty. "Goodnight, pretty girl. I'm sure I'll be seeing you in my dreams tonight. I'll let you know whether it was in the blue or red."

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bcofl0ve · 2 years ago

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Invisible String (Part 3)

(part 3/9)

ship: austin butler x fem!reader

summary: a summer fling when you were working on the set of the shannara chronicles turned your life upside down with a positive pregnancy test after austin returned to the united states. a pregnancy test, and a daughter that you never told him about. until the elvis biopic found him back in your orbit and forced you to face the music.

chapter summary: you take austin up on dinner, discuss some things you haven’t yet, feel like you’re finally starting to get a handle on the whole situation- and hope it stays that way. (spoiler: good luck.)

word count: 2,600

authors note: yes i know the shannara chronicles was filmed in new zealand but this is my au and i can do what i want so we’re pretending it was filmed in queensland. covid also doesn’t exist in this story, because i said so, hence the filming schedule being one of my own making.

i live for comments and love talking about my writing, pls feel free to pop me an anon anytime!

xxx

August 25th, 2015

“You didn’t fall in the toilet, did you?”

You heard Leah running up the stairs from the other side of the bathroom door but couldn’t make your own feet move from where they were planted on the rug in front of the sink. Your eyes were equally glued to the white stick in your clammy hands, the two pink lines seeming to stare right back at you.

“Y/N?”

Leah knocked on the door and you went to reply until you realized that if you said anything the waterworks would start, a lump forming in your throat. Unfortunately though, Leah was your best friend and she could sense something was wrong.

Opening the door a crack, she turned her head away.

“I’m gonna come in, you have a few seconds to shove me out if you really need to,” She said as she opened the door the rest of the way and stepped inside. Meeting your eyes, she took in your expression before following your gaze to the pregnancy test.

“Oh shit.”

You gave a wet laugh to that, at the absurdity of it all, but real tears followed. Leah grabbed you into a hug and rubbed your back as you sobbed, still clutching the test. She pulled away after a minute, wiping your face with a scrap of toilet paper and cupping your cheeks.

“Listen to me," She started, looking at you assertively. "This is not the end of the world, okay?"

You couldn't bring yourself to give even a small nod, let alone believe that for a second.

---

May 30th, 2020

It must’ve been fifteen minutes since you pulled into Austin’s driveway, but actually getting yourself out of the car was another ordeal entirely. You drummed your fingers on the steering wheel, half tempted to pull back out and make some bullshit excuse about Cora being sick. Except Cora wasn’t sick, she was more than happy to spend the night with your mom. Your mother who had practically shoved you out the door when you told her where you were going, a twinkle in her eyes as she gave you a one over.

“You look beautiful honey, and I know Austin-”

“It’s not a date.”

You cut her off, arms crossed over your body. You had dressed a degree nicer than you normally did, but only because of how nice you were sure Austin’s place was in comparison to yours.

And it was by a long shot, at least as far as you could tell from the outside.

Removing your hands from the steering wheel, you took a small breath in and out before pushing open the car door and making the walk to his front porch. You rang the doorbell, smoothing over your dress with your hands as you waited.

A few seconds passed, you heard some shuffling from the other side and the door was swinging open, Austin giving you a one over similar to the one your mother had. Relief washed over you at the sight of him somewhat dressed up too, wearing a dark blue button up rolled back at the elbows with khakis. His shirt was the exact same color as your dress, something you seemed to notice at the same time.

“Great minds think alike” He said with a light laugh as he let you in. He looked like he wanted to add something to that but didn’t, swiping his tongue over his bottom lip as he led you into the dining room. There were two wine glasses on the table, accompanied by a pasta dish that was a degree fancier than what you’d been expecting, garnish, ornate plates and all.

“You really went all out,” You remarked quietly, seeing a hint of blush in his cheeks as you sat down across from him.

“Been a while since I had an excuse to.”

Vanessa you realized as you picked up your glass, your mind wandering to what your mother or Leah would think if they saw all this after your insistence that it wasn’t a date. Just a friendly dinner between two people who shared a child but until a month ago hadn’t seen each other in five years.

The conversation was lighthearted as you started eating. Something you sensed was going to change when Austin put his fork down, his expression more concentrated than it had been just a few seconds prior.

“Can I ask you something personal?”

Your stomach dropped, but you nodded, trying to hold eye contact as you crossed and recrossed your ankles under the table.

“You mentioned taking the Elvis job because of the pay,” He started, looking off to the side. “And I guess I was just thinking, you could’ve been set for life if you played your cards differently. Ran to the tabloids or something, I don’t know. Maybe wouldn’t have gotten you much in 2015, but around when Elvis casting came out last year,”

He had been moving his hands around as he talked and stopped, bringing one to rest under his chin, a finger across his top lip.

“If you’re comfortable answerin’, I’m just curious why you didn’t do any of that?”

Your eyes fell away to your hands in your lap.

“Cora’s the best thing that ever happened to me,” You started, taking a breath and looking back up at Austin. “But I was terrified when I found out I was pregnant. I had nightmares about waking up to reporters at my door, being seen as someone who fooled around with a celebrity and baby trapped him.”

Austin opened his mouth to protest and you kept talking before he could say anything.

“I know that’s not what happened, but it’s what people would think. And keeping you completely in the dark wasn’t right, I know that too. But I wasn’t going to make you find out from TMZ either.”

There was a moment of silence between you before Austin nodded, picking his fork back up as he spoke. “You’re a good person Y/N, I mean that." He said gently, and you were inclined to believe him.

The rest of the evening was less intense than that conversation, maybe because you’d gotten it out of the way. You talked about work, about Elvis- the movie and the man himself. And when Austin was walking you back out to your car a little part of you didn’t want to leave him.

“Cora’s at my mom’s place on the coastline, and she wanted me to tell you you’re more than welcome when I come pick her up tomorrow.” You started before you got into the driver’s seat. “She owns the property, so it’s a private beach. Not to mention I think she’d chase off any paparazzi herself if it did become an issue.”

He laughed at that, reaching forward to touch your arm just above your elbow. “You tell both of ‘em I’ll be there, alright?”

He stayed in the driveway as you pulled out, the both of you giving a little wave before you drove off. It was nice, you thought, to feel an emotion about the whole situation other than abject terror. Even if you weren’t quite sure what to label this new feeling.

---

May 31st, 2020

You were off for the afternoon a couple hours before Austin was and had offered to just meet him at your mom's house, but he'd insisted on coming to pick you up once he wrapped for the day. An insistence that came as a surprise given that didn’t know if him taking you around in his car was too big of a risk recognition wise.

When you climbed into the passenger seat you noticed something in the back that hadn’t been there when he drove you to the hospital. A pink child’s car seat.

“Ordered it online a couple days ago,” He supplied before you could ask about it yourself. “Thought driving y’all home tonight might be a good time to try it out.”

Something about the gesture made your heart rise in your throat as you put your seatbelt on- the permanency of it, you realized. All while trying to swallow down your emotions as Austin started making small talk with questions about your mom.

He seemed nervous when you reached the house, something your mother paid no mind to when she swung open the front door and pulled him into a hug before she so much as greeted you.

“Oh my goodness,” She exclaimed as she pulled back, running a hand through her hair. “I’m sorry if that was too much, but ever since Y/N mentioned that you two were talking again I’ve been begging her to bring you around, “

Austin to his credit handled your over-excited mother perfectly, shaking her hand and complimenting the house as she let you two inside.

“Cora honey, look who’s here,” She called out down the hallway and the four year old came running face, lighting up when she rounded the corner.

“You b’ought Austin!” Cora squealed in your general direction, barrelling over and bear hugging his legs. Your mom, from where you could see her out of the corner of your eye, had both hands over her heart watching the two of them.

“So I’m chopped liver to everyone then.” You joked and she laughed, giving you a side hug with a whisper of “You’ll have to tell me about your not-date,” as she ushered the three of you towards the back door that led to the beach.

Cora didn't unglue herself from Austin’s side until a few neighbor kids came over to play and she was content to run off with them, leaving you two to your own devices in lounge chairs under an umbrella. You fell into light conversation, sipping on drinks your mom had brought out, and for the first time since everything had blown up you didn’t feel the urge to get up and bolt in the other direction.

The two of you were quickly finding that you had a lot to catch up on even outside of a certain four year old, Austin in the middle of a story about his sister when Cora came barreling back up the shore.

Shaking the sand out of her hair, she came to a stop in front of him.

“Are you my daddy? Cuz they were askin’ me” She started, talking so fast you could barley understand her and pointing at her friends playing in the sand. “But I t’ought people gotted their daddies when they were babies.”

Austin leaned forward but not before looking back at you, a question in his eyes. Giving him a little nod, you grateful that he seemed content to take over this one himself. Weirdly enough too- you weren't nervous at all about what he was going to say.

You trusted him. That was new.

“I am sweetie, but I didn’t know ya when you were a tiny baby because I was working all the way in America. And I didn’t even know I had a little girl named Cora until I came back here last month and saw your mama again.”

“Okay!”

And with that Cora was running back to the other kids, no follow up questions to the explanation he’d given. There was something to be said for the adaptability of kids, you thought, and Austin made a quip about it himself as he relaxed back into his chair.

Lifting his drink, he motioned for you to do the same.

“To Cora Jean," Austin said tenderly and you echoed him, clinking your glass with his. "To Cora Jean."

---

Cora was just as excited about riding home in Austin’s car as you thought she’d be, climbing up into the carseat and giggling as he helped her get buckled in.

“We can go on so many ‘ventures in here,” She said and you smiled listening to him assure her that they’d go on so many adventures before he closed the back door and got into the driver's seat.

She fell asleep about halfway home, the glimpses you caught of Austin looking at her sleeping in the rearview mirror bringing back the feeling from the night before. The one you weren’t sure what to call.

Love.

“So I was thinking,” Austin said, looking at you out of the corner of his eye as he drove. “That it’s probably time for me to loop Baz and my manager in on everything.”

You knew it was coming, and that it was necessary. But it didn’t stop your stomach from knotting up.

“Okay." You replied softly, looking out the window as he pulled to a red light. “But I’d appreciate time to look for another job, if Baz doesn’t think us working together is a good idea then,”

“Hey,” He cut you off, laying a hand over yours on the center console. He stopped short of intertwining your fingers, and you realized you wouldn’t have minded all that much if he did. “I’m not gonna let that happen, okay? Baz is a good guy.”

You nodded, and expected Austin to move his hand when the light turned green. But he didn’t, keeping it there until he pulled to a stop at your building. You’d wound up on the front side this time, but it was late enough that the neighbors were all in for the night.

Unbuckling and twisting in your seat, you were unsurprised to see that Cora was still asleep. Reaching forward, you gently shook her awake by the foot.

“We’re home sleepyhead,” You whispered and she stirred, rubbing her eyes with a tired smile. When you got out and opened the passenger side door to get her she looked past you at Austin, reaching out with grabby hands.

“I want daddy to carry me.”

After appearing to freeze up for a second he slid past you and unbuckled her, picking her up with a soft “Come here baby girl,”

You could hear the emotion in his voice at the title she'd given him just then, for the first time. Cora dropped her head to his shoulder, with a tired protest muffled by a yawn about how she was not a baby, she was four.

“Always gonna be my baby.” He responded, looking at her tenderly as he kissed her forehead.

You were starting to feel overcome with emotion yourself, and before you could give it much thought you were stepping a little closer. He lifted his head when you put a hand on the shoulder that wasn't occupied by Cora, looking into your eyes before his gaze slipped down to your lips.

“Austin,” You started softly, but then chill that ran up your spine didn’t feel like butterflies.

Something felt wrong.

Turning, you saw two men with cameras at the mouth of your driveway and your heart stopped. The shuttering you heard before you could fully process what was going on was paired with one of the men shouting.

“Mr. Butler! When were you planning on telling the world about your child?”

Austin damn near threw Cora into your arms as he told you to go inside, stalking off towards the photographers as you rushed in the other direction.

“Papping a kid, really?!” You heard him yell, “You so much as think about coming near my family again I’ll knock your goddamn teeth out.”

Whatever he said next you didn’t hear as you slammed the front door behind you, holding onto Cora and trembling as you tried to get the blinds down.

xxx

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flowery-king · 2 years ago

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PLEASE TELL ME ABOUT HOLLOW MIND IN YOUR AU BECAUSE A. I FEEL PAIN FROM THAT COMIC /POS

BAHA Glad yall like it!!

(a Basic summary of an episode but AU flavoured under cut)

So like I've said in a previous post, the au story very much starts leaning away from the canon plot right after Yesterday's lie. Some weird stuff goes down almost immeadiately after Luz comes back from seeing her mom.

Point I'm making is the episodes after Yesterday's lie either just don't exist or follow a somewhat similar plot up to a point. Hollow Mind is one of those that still does happen... kinda

Eda still works with Raine at this point, finding any detail they can to use against the Emperor to show how much of a fraud he really is while still bustin out as many wild witches as they can. Darius and Eberwolf had still caught Eda and Raine in Eda's Requiem, but it was all a misunderstanding, they just wanted in on the plans Raine is conducting. Eda does not apologise for kicking Darius with mud. All this is to say they reach out to Eda when they come up with the plan to check out the Emperor's mind. Eda is very intrested but does not tell her two children because they will want to join, especially Luz.

They arrange a time and place. It's the night market and ,like before, Eda plans to fix Luz's cape as a distraction for the two youngins while she goes out to do the actual work. Prim, the shopekeeper with witches wool, accepts the task, motivated by the several wild witches being freed by a mysterious group. Eda tries her best to sound like she doesn't know who the group is either, but secretly eats up all the compliments.

Eda tells King and Luz they should wait for the cape to finish while she stocks up on more Elixir, she'll be back momentarily. King and Luz shout their goodbyes to Eda as they gain interest in Prim's telling of how Witches wool is made and other enchanted cloth.

After a while the cape is done and Luz gets to leave with her patched up cloak, but Eda still isn't anywhere to be seen. She fits on the cape again to twirl around, temporarily giving Eda's jacket to King. Mid twirl she spots a coven guard prowling about. This makes her worry for Eda even more and she grabs King to go find their witch mom.

After a bit of a search, she finds Eda and the others and accidentally scares off the coven heads since she was wearing her cloak's hood over her head. Luz questions Eda about what all this is, they don't break into an argument, but it is a serious conversation. Luz is upset that Eda didn't tell her about her secret group against the Emperor but accepts her explanation as to why and makes Eda promise that if they need extra help, they'll ask Luz. Eda laughs, yea of course, even if she said no Luz would still find a way to get involved.

At that moment a coven guard spots them, shouting questions on what they were doing in a suspicious alleyway, making Luz take a step back... on the potion, breaking it. Before Eda can grab her out of the circle Luz disappears, owl lady panik time.

Eda goes back home to evade the Coven guards and use a safer place to bring Luz back. The Coven heads greet her at her home and Eda needs to hold herself back from snapping about how stupid they are for leaving the potion on the ground. Right now she needs them to make a spell to bring Luz back.

Meanwhile, Luz wakes up in Belos' mind, pretty confused. Everything is dark and colourless and the trees surrounding are withering away. She finds her glyphs and creates a trail of light to see better as she searches around for a trace of Eda.

This is where these drawings take place!

At first she doesn't know she's in the Emperor's mind, but once those memory portraits start appearing, she connects the dots.

Belos looks just as tired as he did that time after she encountered him in the boiling rain and some weird part of her almost feels... bad? It's weird. However, this is replaced with the rising excitement she feels when she realizes HE'S HUMAN TOO! The greatest witch to ever live?? Is human?? Omg.

King suddenly remembers he has a walkie talkie and Eda uses it to confirm Luz's safety. She confirms and prepares herself as they announce they're just about ready to pull her out. Luz looks over to Belos again, his stare unfocused. What a sad lil guy. "Hey." Belos' eyes focus on Luz. "It's not too late to start fixing things." Belos frowns. Luz shouts a farewell and he pretends not to hear her saying something about seeing him later and she's gone. He doesn't know how to feel, but he's not going back to that dark part of his mind again.

Luz appears in the owl house and Eda makes sure she isn't overwhelmed. She's dizzy but fine! The coven heads question if she'd seen anything important, anything that could help them. Luz thinks. The human thing won't really do much to prove he's bad, so she shakes her head. She wasn't in there long enough. They accept this answer, she really wasn't in there for long and continue to get scolded by Eda (mostly Raine).

#long post #defanged philip au #this was fun to write ghgh hope my writing is legible #edit: I FORGOT TO PRESS THE POST BUTTON SORRY HAHA

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asherlockstudy · 4 years ago

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How to do perfect staging: a lesson from Italy

I mentioned at some point I might actually make a post drooling over Italy's Måneskin performance and staging. I was kinda bored to be honest and decided against it but then all those trashy rumours that try to bring the winners down seemed so disgraceful and embarrassing to me that I decided again to do it. Now, the truth is that their performance was a little better in the semi-final introduction act. Perhaps this was due to the anxiety of the Grand Final. This is why I am going to use photos and gifs from that act and perhaps this will show to some that the perfect package might need a little bit of everything, and not just slap your language on the audience's ears with the expectation that this alone is always enough. *Did I make this too personal?*

Anyway, I digress. And I don’t mean that the Grand Final performance wasn’t still the best of the night, I just mean it wasn’t at the same God Tier level as the semifinal one.

Here's why the Italians took advantage of the Dutch stage until its very last millimeter and way more cleverly than any other country.

This is the only act that starts from the back of the stage, where the singer Damiano David waits for us alone.

Even with the rest of the 25 competing countries, this intro makes you forget that you are watching a contest with 26 countries as guests. Unlike anyone else, Italy looks like the host, like this place belongs to them and the frontman waits for you to show you around and possibly drag you to the world of Måneskin. In fact, you almost forget it’s Eurovision - this now looks like a Måneskin concert or, even better, a more private space of theirs with an ominous industrial feel. One of the most impactful things now is the lighting. Take a look at it. Almost all contestants throw all the lights on themselves or on some important prop they have prepared. The Italians are the only ones who chose to just light the stage itself. The simple white lights on the black stage give the impression of depth and it is the only act which shows emphatically the size of the stage. Why this? Well, we already established that in the first seconds the viewers feel they are in a new space belonging exclusively to Måneskin - the lights make us feel that their area is vast and dark and we are about to be drawn to its depths.

Damiano indeed guides us to the front as he sings, where the rest of the band are on the top of a platform. The other members won’t come down and join Damiano until he sings the appropriate verse “Buona sera, signore e signori” (=Good evening, ladies and gentlemen) and accompany it with a theatrical flamboyant bow (that feels very Italian). That’s when, technically introduced to the audience after the official greeting, bassist Victoria de Angelis and guitarist Thomas Raggi come off the platform and join Damiano.

There’s nothing excessive about the visual effects. Only the use of white lights that give the perception of depth and in the background the big shadows of the group’s silhouettes. They are in the front and they cast their shadows in the back; they create to you a feeling of being trapped by them but do you really want to escape?

When the second verse starts, Victoria and Thomas take the paths left and right of the stage and leave Damiano alone. They take even more advantage of the stage and in a typical classic rock band way. These two play with the side cameras but the focus is more on Damiano, whose verse sounds more like a tongue-twister. Since the cameras are rightfully on Damiano, I must now address the elephant in the room. Damiano is particularly attractive. In fact, the whole band is almost mind-bogglingly attractive and they clearly take a lot of care about how exactly they are going to look but Damiano, as the frontman, does especially so. So let’s talk about the outfit. They all have essentially the same outfit, however it is cut differently for each based on the person’s looks and personality. Isn’t it fantastic?

Damiano, who oozes confidence and sex appeal, has accordingly the most “provocative” outfit of the four. His chest and arms are bare so that his many tattoos can be seen. I’ll talk about the other outfits later as they all have their place in the... uh... white lights.

During the second chorus Victoria and Thomas return at the center and after the chorus it is time for the first solo; Victoria’s. The cameras are now on her but the lighting remains modest to accentuate the dark beat of her bass.

Victoria is the only girl of the group and the most dressed of them all - how refreshing! Her outfit is more similar to Thomas but she is buttoned up in the front. How does she wish to underscore her uniqueness as the woman of the band? But of course, with long flamboyant girly sleeves that come to delicious contrast with her aggressive stomping and her wide strides. Both her hairstyle and her outfit is inspired or basically just outright 70′s classic rock look.

It’s time for the bridge of the song right after her solo and Damiano has his attention on her and also draws the viewer’s attention to her some more. This part of the song is lower and softer - in relative terms - that’s why Damiano “chooses” her to sing it to. The lights now turn red, the intensity rises but there’s light flirtatiousness between them, with many smiles to each other and the camera that turns around them as they launch at each other playfully.

Then the song gets darker, more intense, the guitar stronger than the bass and Damiano’s voice turns to a scream. For this part, he turns to his bro, guitarist Thomas and he now draws the attention to him.

He grabs Thomas by the neck in an intense, intimate way (that doesn’t mean sexual, just intimate. His interaction with Victoria wasn’t sexual either). It is clear that through different ways Måneskin want to stress how good and close their relations are and that their singer, who is apparently a show stealer by birth, wants to ensure that they all get equal amount of attention from their audience. I love this.

True enough, nobody is left behind! The last chorus starts with a drums solo and Damiano goes up to the platform to now meet and introduce to us Ethan Torchio. Ethan stands up and his giant shadow is on the now blue background: this is the moment for the - so I hear - somewhat shy drummer to shine in his own aesthetic. The Italians leave none of their assets to fall down and Ethan’s impressive hair rightfully steals the show.

Just like Victoria and Thomas look alike, so do Ethan and Damiano, that’s why their costumes are the most similar. Ethan has a vest that covers him more than Damiano but leaves his arms bare. Because whose else the arms do you need to see if not the drummer’s?

This song has something peculiar because it was not a song originally written for Eurovision; it slows down in the end and does not end on some impressive note from the singer as usual but with the last solo we expect, that of the guitarist, because everything is fair in Måneskin! The focus has to leave Damiano, so now it’s the time for the visual effects to finally catch fire, literally, because nobody is allowed to take their eyes off them! Måneskin use a huge amount of pyro that however feels appropriate for the intense chorus and the ending guitar solo.

Thomas steps up for his solo and I forget we are in 2021. This is the most 70s thing I would ever hope to see.

In a hell of pyro, Thomas looks like he was tranferred right from a 70s rock ‘n roll concert. His outfit would be gladly taken by Keith Richards of the Rolling Stones. The unbuttoned jacket with this boho tie, such a classic 70s fashion touch. His haircut and even his FACE are the epitome of the 70s - what an ending sequence!

But hey we reached the end and this is Eurovision, the song slows down dangerously. Like I said, the Italians forbid us to get distracted. The attention must return to Damiano ASAP. Damiano says one last line and takes the audience with him to the very end with a death drop.

There you have it. Måneskin had me holding my breath for the full three minutes and I did not want to take my eyes off my TV. There are countless shows that are awesome - in this very Eurovision as well - but I was impressed by how they seemed to have found the perfect balance for everything in every single moment. They found the perfect stage concept for the song, they relied on visual effects only when they needed them and they stressed every twist and turn of their sound with a perfectly fitting move or interaction. They also all effortlessly could hold your attention and they made sure that they all would, with members often helping bring out other members. This performance was beautiful and, above all, clever which is why it was undoubtedly the worthiest of the win.

#eurovision #eurovision 2021 #esc 2021 #eurovision song contest #italy #italy 2021 #maneskin #damiano david #victoria de angelis #ethan torchio #thomas raggi #music #songs #zitti e buoni #flashing tw #more

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where-is-francis · 2 years ago

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𝙎𝙪𝙧𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙚

𝙀𝙙𝙙𝙞𝙚 𝙈𝙪𝙣𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙭 𝙈𝙖𝙡𝙚!𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

Before You Interact

𝙍𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩: Nope

𝙋𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙩: It’s been long overdue and you decide to surprise your lovely boyfriend with your new hair.

𝙎𝙩𝙮𝙡𝙚: Complete and total fluff

𝙋𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙨: He/Him

𝘼/𝙉: This is NOT self indulgent whatsoever. I was absolutely NOT thinking about how hyped he would get after seeing what I had done to my hair. That being said, it’s somewhat implied that you have longer hair but ofc nothing is mentioned specifically. You have my favorite outfit as well bc this man would NOT be able to keep it together at the sight of you in leather pants. Might add smut later on idk depends on if I’m feelin ✨quirky✨

𝙏𝙒: Petnames (you call Eddie darling and sweetheart); that’s about it.

Eddie slowly began to stir in your bed, letting out a small groan as he started to wake. Sunlight was streaming in through the curtains to give the room a soft glow; he smiled to himself. Something about starting the day in the comfort of your bedroom made him feel content and fuzzy on the inside.

“Morning,” you beamed at him, quickly kissing his cheek.

He sat up and opened his eyes, lazily searching for the source of the kiss. You were fully dressed, sat on the edge of the bed, tugging your boots on. The sheets fell slightly as he moved closer, relaxing onto your shoulders.

“Hope I didn’t wake you, darlin’, I was trying to be quiet.”

The other male gave no response other than sighing dreamily at the slight southern twang that had invaded his pet name. His entire body relaxed even more with the scent of your cologne hitting his nose. Eddie buried his face into the crook of your neck, kissing at the exposed skin, like he usually did in the mornings.

Seeing him in this state was like day and night. Most mornings were calm and soft, leaving the nights to be a bit more hectic and passionate. But there’s no one without the other; a perfect duality you both enjoyed endlessly.

“What time is it?” He asked, hoarse.

“Mm, ‘bout 11. I gotta get going soon.”

Eddie pouted in protest, accompanying the displeased look with a vocal whine. You grinned and kissed him up his jawline, landing at his pouted lips. He tried to stay mad, but failed miserably as you peppered him in quick pecks to get a reaction. The feeling of his slightly calloused fingers on your face was more than enough to have a good start for the day.

His unruly dark waves fell over his shoulders as you felt the pressure of his forehead on yours. God, he was clingy in the mornings. If it wasn’t for the surprise, you might’ve opted to cancel all plans instead.

“I’m not sure when I’ll be back, hopefully around dinner? If you feel like it, we can go grab something. I doubt I’ll be in the mood to cook.”

Your boyfriend pouted even more, his arms coiling a bit tighter, an attempt to keep you in bed.

“Do you have to go?”

“Sweetheart, I’m not sure what he wants, but it’s best to assume I’ll have my ass kicked if I don’t go.” You laughed, referencing the lie you’d made up.

Eddie was told that you were going into the city to help your dad with something. Which was believable, considering he’d called a few days back, checking up on you. It was a bit weird, but the male assumed you were at least trying to be on decent terms with the man.

But alas, you were not. You were sneaking off to have your hair done in the city. It was very much overdue, but you wanted to surprise the doe eyed boy that was currently trying to get you to stay.

“I’ll be back in the afternoon. Keep yourself out of trouble.”

He just grinned, watching you out the door. “Can’t make any promises, but I’ll try.”

With that, you’d made your way to the car and started it up. Nothing too exciting had happened lately, but that wasn’t a bad thing. Pretty much anybody in your situation would agree that days so similar they couldn’t be told apart were more enjoyable than demonic creatures. For the next hour or so, it would just be you, the road, and whatever mixtape Eddie made you recently.

The desolate backroads and fields of corn began to morph into freeways as you distanced yourself from Hawkins. Even though you insisted on surprising him, the car felt too empty without the metalhead in the passenger. You could practically picture him playing air guitar to Night People or Evening Star; head bobbing in perfect time to the beat, hair getting more and more messed up by the minute.

By the time you’d arrived it was a bit past noon. The noise and busyness of Indianapolis during midday was one of your favorite settings, only being outmatched by how it was at night. On more than one occasion, you and Eddie were found in town for a concert or two. But the purple door of the shop reminded you that this was different.

You had spent hours in the chair as the stylist worked her magic. She was truly amazing, leaving you completely stunned with the end result. You knew it was going to be good but this had surpassed the expectations.

The way the color perfectly complimented the undertones of your skin, making it more vibrant than it’s been in a while, and a cut to perfectly feature your face.

“He’s going to flip his shit!”

After about an hour (and nearly a speeding ticket or two), you had arrived home. The entire drive back was spent wondering how your boyfriend would react. No doubt it would be dramatic, but there’s no telling what would come from his mouth. You pulled the keys from the ignition and practically sprinted to the front door, surprised that he remembered to lock it after you left.

The muscles in your face nearly hurt from grinning so hard for the past few hours. It wasn’t all for him, but his reaction was going to be the biggest part.

You stepped in and began to glance around the small living room. After a moment of careful listening, you could hear the guitar being played from upstairs.

“Darlin’, I’m home,” you called, the heavier presence of your twang disappearing since you woke up.

A familiar bedroom door groaned as it opened, and Eddie was greeted with your smirking face as you stepped through. The pencil he was holding while trying to think of lyrics in your absence soon fell onto the bed, his entire body leaning forward to get a better look at you.

He plucked such an awful chord when he saw you, almost convincing you he’d somehow snapped the string. Playing into it, you gave a turn, making sure every angle was being showed off. In his dazed state he was too tired to notice what you’d worn; leather pants, your favorite tank top, boots, and a jacket. Definitely not the kind of clothes you’d wear to be helping a family member’s construction company.

“S-shit…” you watched as he gulped, trying desperately to find words.

“That good?”

The brunette nodded vigorously, beaming, before quickly capturing you in a hug. You could feel the slight scratch of stubble as his lips met your cheek, sealing the deal with an over-exaggerated kissing sound. A sweet scent of expensive hair products began to mix with your cologne and nearly got him high the more he breathed in.

“You like the surprise?”

Eddie’s grip tightened on your waist, bringing you closer together — if that was possible. He was a wide-eyed, love-drunk mess. The metalhead began to take it all in after pulling away. Your hair was a multitude of colors, highlights raking through the top portion, and looked insanely soft resting against your shoulders. The cut was as perfectly suited as the color. Confidence was practically emanating from your figure. You knew exactly how to get him.

(E/C) hues glanced downwards to where his hips pressed closely to yours. Very excited — in more ways than one.

“I’m gonna take that as a yes.”

If you like my stuff, be sure to check my other stuff. I make content for male/gn readers. Reblogs over likes! It helps get my stuff out there. 💕

#x male reader #eddie munson x male reader #stranger things x male reader #jaws stranger things

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infernalodie · 3 years ago

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how about maddy x daughter reader where the reader is teenager and she ends up in an abusive relationship but tries to hide it and stay with them, and maddy notices all the signs and gets worried and tries to help her or something

Thank you for the request and I'm so sorry that I may break yours and everyone else's hearts with this one...

𝐌𝐲 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 (𝐩𝐭.𝟑) || 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐳

"𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘻𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶"

Inspo: Vai Mahina - An Innocent Warrior Auli’i Carvahlo - Know Who You Are Adele - My Little Love

Summary: Maddy had always been afraid of the cycle repeating itself. Having to see you go through what she did when she was your age. But she never thought that worse would come.

Warnings: Physical abuse, verbal abuse, brief alcohol addiction section, and overall a painful read and heartbreaking one.

Part One - Previous Part

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DNI IF YOU'RE YOUNGER THAN 18 OR SENSITIVE TO THE TOPICS ABOVE!

“You’re just an annoying bitch, Y/n!”

Dread and anxiety clung to your heart and lungs every time you stepped into that house. A thick cloud of smoke filling your lungs and eliciting a feeling of suffocation. If not from the anxiety than from her girlfriend, Tasha, who gripped your throat and squeezed tightly. Her bottom teeth stained with blood as she grunted, applying more pressure to your wind pipe. Pressing the end of her fathers Glock to your temple and likely creating a bruise.

“You think you can hit me without getting hurt?” She questioned. “Is that what you fucking think?” Tears streaming down your cheeks with whimpers being choked out. Utter gasps and pleas that fell on your girlfriend’s deaf ears.

Hand desperately trying to tap out, beg her to relieve her hands from your throat. But your strength was slowly slithering from your grasp. A cold chill running up your body and stopping at your hairline where it stayed. Eyes fighting to stay open and stare at the girl who proclaimed loved you. Your eyes rolled back into your head as darkness slowly invaded your vision and mind.

But just as you were about to dive head first, Tasha’s hand pulled away. With a sob, you coughed and gasped for air. Only giving a moment as you tried to push her hands away. There was a struggle with a gunshot going off before two arms grabbed you and tossed you to the side. Your feet backpedaled as you stared at her with wide eyes. Then when you took another step, you met nothing.

It all felt slow mo. Your body slowly fall back as your hands desperately tried to reach out for Tasha’s. Your heart getting caught in your throat as the air blew your hair out from behind you and into your face. And the last sight you had was the small pendant around your pinky finger from your mother. Before you were plunged into darkness.

You had never understood why you had deserved such treatment. Everyone loved you. As outspoken as you were at times and aggressive, you were kind to the ones that you loved and cared about. That’s how you had made so many friends and had even created a somewhat normal relationship with your father. He was still an asshole for abandoning your mom and proposing the idea of aborting you. But at least there was something there instead of nothing.

A lot of people praised you for being like your mom though. Aunt Jules continuously telling you that you can sometimes have that snarky attitude when you get angry. The next you are as sweet as an angel. But then again, your mom did say that your dad used to be angry all the time. There was some similarities there.

But one person who’d managed to break through those defenses had been Tasha. She sat in front of you in Calc and had rich brown skin that you stared at most of the time. Picking apart every piece of detail that was given to you in each different outfit she wore. She had a muscular build, but nothing that would draw the attention of judging eyes. She was fucking perfect. You had found no imperfections in her shoulders, back, arms, legs- God, you fucking loved those legs! She perfumed perfection at it’s core, and you had been hopelessly hooked.

She played for the girls basketball team and you remembered the first time she had ran into you. It’d been a harmless conversation and nothing truly enlightening. Just a simple question if you would be coming to the game for their first game of the season as everyone else was going. Of course, you said you would and she gave you that famous smile that had rocked your world. That had been one of the first times a girl left butterflies in your stomach and teasing comments from your friends.

You did show up for the game and cheered. Eyes fixated on Tasha and how she dribbled the wall. The way her legs clenched when jumping up for a rebound or shooting from the three-point line. And you had nearly shot out of your seat when she won the game with a shot near the East Highland logo at the center of the court. Watching as her and the rest of the team celebrated their first game and first win of the season.

Only, she had found your eyes and smiled widely. Giving you a friendly wave which you shyly returned.

“Mom, I’ll be home soon.” You paced in one of the empty halls of the high school with your phone pressed against your ear. Down the hall pass a few opened double doors, parents and kids were talking and making their way outside. It was already 9 PM and you were seriously late for your curfew. Not to mention the fact that you had to be home and get enough sleep to actually talk to your Aunts who would be visiting from New York. “I’m just out with Kelly right now.”

“Oh, really?” Maddy asked, a hint of amusement in her voice.

“Hi, sweety!”

Hearing Aunt Rue’s voice made you close your eyes. Leaning against one of the walls with you sighing. “Okay,” you said. “So, I’m not hanging out with Kelly. She decided to go over and hangout at Aunt Lexi’s place to be around Sam. I’m at the girl’s basketball game.”

At home, Jules spun around from the cabinet to look at her wife and Maddy in surprise. As much as you went out with friends, the least expected place you could be was for a basketball game.

Maddy, being the most confused, braced her hands along the edge of the island. “Why are you there?” She asked. “I thought you hated basketball.”

“Oh, I do, mom,” you laughed. “A person invited me to come. It was the fi-”

“Oh, my God!” Jules exclaimed. “Do you have a crush with one of the girl’s on the basketball team?”

You pushed yourself off the wall and started waving your hands in the air, looking like a damn fool. “No!” You exclaimed. “No, no, no! I do not have a crush with anyone on the basketball team. I just wanted to go and watch it.”

“Good on you, Y/n,” Rue praised. “It’s better than one of the guys on the football team your dad coaches.”

A groan slipped past your lips as you heard the sound of footsteps approaching. Turning your head to find none other than Tasha with a warm smile. “Hi.”

You damn near dropped your phone at such a beautiful sight. But managing to compose yourself, you smiled before turning away. “Okay, I’ve gotta go. Okay, love you. Don’t call me again. Love you, bye!”

“Wait, Y/n-”

The phone call ended with you turning to Tasha with a nervous smile. “Hi.”

“Hi.” She laughed softly as she adjusted the strap on her bag.

There was painfully odd amount of awkwardness as the two of you didn’t know what to say to one another. Nodding to yourselves, hoping the other would come up with something to converse about. But you hadn’t had anything in mind considering the fact that you hadn’t expected Tasha to actually come over to you. Maybe just a simple greeting as she was leaving, but not come over where you were all alone.

Pursing your lips, you jutted a thumb over your shoulder. “Pretty crazy game you guys had- Hmm!”

Tasha’s hands cupped your face her lips pressing against yours. Almost instantly causing you to melt into it and reciprocate.

When she pulled away, she let out smile. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that.”

From that night on, your guys’ relationship had been instantaneous. A lot people hadn’t expected you to date someone like Tasha. But it was happening and there wasn’t much you could say on it. It wasn’t like you regretted it because the way she treated you was enough for you to deal with the constant questions of why from everyone.

The one person you hadn’t had the confidence to tell was your mother. She often questioned you quite frequently when you started to come home later than usual. Damn near 3 AM is the only time she would see you throughout the day sometimes and it was scaring her. But the more she persisted, the larger the divide she created. An ocean between lands.

You’d just wanted to be happy and be happy with the girl you loved. And each day, she was making that difficult.

Maddy was stood in the kitchen preparing dinner when she heard your footsteps moving down the stairs. “Hey, sweetheart,” she called. “I’m going to be making us some tacos. I was wondering if you wanted to-”

She glanced up to find you not even acknowledging her existence or what she had to say. Only seeing you fully dressed up with your keys in hand.

A frown pulled at her features as she quickly followed you. “Y/n, where do you think you’re going?”

You stopped short of the door, back facing her as she crossed her arms over her chest. “I’m going out.”

“Like hell you are!” Maddy said. “You’ve been going out night after night and sometimes not showing up at all! I’ve been easy on you, but this has got to stop.”

Finally, you turned and faced her. “You did this all the time when you were my age,” you pointed out. “Why can’t I do the same?”

“Because I said so, Y/n,” she seethed. “Give me the keys.”

Maddy watched as you stared at her before shaking your head. “No.”

“Y/n.”

“I’ve gotta go.”

“You aren’t going anywhere,” she stated.

“Bullshit, watch me.” This tone and selective words you had chosen had never been used on her before. It shocked her at how surprisingly collected you seemed to be. The hollow look in your eyes scaring her even more than you already had.

“Watch your tone!”

“I ain’t watch shit with you!” You spat. “Leave me the fuck alone- Don’t fucking touch me mom!”

All she could do was gasp at the bruise that had been revealed just barely from your left arm sleeve. Noticeable hand prints that had turned all different shades of purple and orange. It was brutal and made Maddy’s stomach turn.

Her lips parted as she pointed to your arm, mouth closing and opening, trying to concoct the words stuck on the tip of her tongue. “Did she do that do you?” She asked. “Did your girlfriend fucking do that do you?”

When she tried to step closer, you stepped away. “Step near me again and I swear to God I’ll beat your fucking ass!” You warned.

“Y/n, has she been hurting-”

“Fuck you!”

Maddy felt her chest tighten as you glared at her with nothing but hatred and resentment. “Fuck you!” You repeated. “I fucking hate you! Don’t be jumping to conclusions when you decided to fuck an asshole who had red flags all over his ass! I can’t fucking stand you being on my back all the fucking time with you being so fucking protective and shit!”

“My job as a mother is to be-”

“Well I wish you weren’t my mom!” You cried. Mascara smeared and streaming down your cheeks. “I wouldn’t be this way if you didn’t have to go and date an abusive asshole who I can’t even stand being related to you! I wish you would just fuck off and get out of my life! I fucking hate everything about you!”

Tears streamed down Maddy’s cheeks as she nodded, licking her lips as she stepped forward in hopes of restraining you. But as she took the first step forward, you cold-cocked her across the face. Sending her flying to floor as she held her nose that started to drip with blood.

“Fuck off me, bitch!” You yelled. “Don’t fucking call me or talk to me! Stay out of my fucking life!”

She had watched you leave with the whole bottom half of her face covered and smeared with blood. Tears streaming down her face as she continued to cry out for you to come back. Pleading for you to just talk this out. If only she’d known...

“As you’re a minor, Miss Martin, you will be tried as an adult with the total of 45 years in jail for the first degree murder of, Y/n Perez,” The Judge announced. “With the chance of parole being given after 20 years of your sentence is carried out.”

Maddy sat there, lips parting as she inhaled shakily with her eyes lifting to Tasha. Finding the girl sitting there emotionlessly with her lawyer on the other side of her. Her heart had sunk to the floor as she grabbed a handful of her shirt at the center of her chest. Feeling a pair of arms wrap around you with the additional sound of yells filling the court room.

“You killed my daughter!” Nate yelled. “You fucking murderer! You took everything from me! You deserve death you fucking bitch! I fucking-” Guard ran over, stopping him from sprinting at Tasha who stared at the man fearfully. “I’ll fucking you! Why did you have to do this? Why?! Why my baby girl?!”

Nate had begun to be pulled out of the court room with police quickly rushing over to Tasha to get her out of immediate danger. Meanwhile Maddy had folded into Jules’ arms with sobs racking her body. Your last words echoing in her mind like a broken record.

Maddy doesn’t know how long that house has felt so cold without your warm presence being there. Her heart aching every day and reminded of the last few words you two had shared together. She wanted to make it up to you. Make what things right and support you in any way she could. She had even gone as far as to contact Nate and ask if he’d seen you at school. When he said that you hadn’t been showing up, her anxiety rose.

Thankfully, Nate had given her the name of your girlfriend, Tasha Martin. So, after a few quick google searches, she had figured out where the girl lived. When she finally arrived, she spotted your car parked out front the large house. Getting out, she started walking towards the front door with her eyes scanning the neighborhood.

But her body froze up when she heard a scream and the loud crack of gunshot. Her head snapping in the direction of the front door, she ran over. “Y/n?” She called. “Y/n?”

She didn’t care to knock on the door as she busted through. Gasping when she found you laid out right at the bottom of the stairs to her left with a red patch of blood surrounding the side of your abdomen. A whimper escaping your lips as you turned your head to find your mom.

“Mom?” You whimpered as Maddy snapped out of her momentary shock.

“Y/n!” She said. “Hey, what happened? Wha- What happened, Baby?”

“I- I don’t know.” You cried when your mother pressed her hand to the wound.

“I know it hurts, sweetheart, i know.” Maddy’s eyes snapped up to the top of the stairs to find the culprit. Tasha with a pistol in her hand as she stared at you in shock. Despite the bloodlust Maddy felt, her worry was focused on you. “Call 9-1-1, please!”

Tears stuck to your cheeks as you held onto your mother shirt for dear life. “I wanna go home, mom!” You cried. “I wanna go home, please! Please, take me home, mommy!”

Maddy held a hand on your wound, feeling her hand drenched in your blood as she nodded, tears feeling her eyes. “We’re going to go home, baby,” she cried. “I promise you, I’ll get you home. Please, someone help us!”

Your eyes fluttered, about to close until Maddy cupped your face. “Look me in the eyes, honey.” She only got a cry in response, the adrenaline and shock not having even kicked in before and after the gunshot.

A sob escaped your lips as you shook your head. Tears staining your cheeks as you began to cough, sending waves of pain to your stomach. Blood started to erupt from between your lips with each cough and staining your teeth and lips.

“No, no, no.” Maddy reached up, wiping the blood as your head tried to stay up. Lulling back every other second as you cried.

“I’m sorry for what I said,” you cried. “I’m so sorry, mommy.”

“Don’t apologize, baby,” Maddy sobbed. “Just stay awake, all right? Just keep your eyes on me!”

You whimpered as the sound of sirens could be heard in the distance. Maddy glanced back for a moment before looking back at you and seeing your lifeless eyes staring up at her.

“Wait, wait, wait!” She lifted you into her arms, cradling you just like she had done when you were a babe. “Hey! Someone help! Please, someone!”

She rocked you side to side, hoping that it would wake up up as she tucked your face in her neck. “Don’t do this me, Y/n,” she whispered. “Please don’t leave me.”

Bottles surrounded the coffee table with a drunk Maddy’s feet knocking a few over. The left over contents from some spilling onto the carpet, but she couldn’t care enough. Her eyes fixated on the screen of the movie you two used to watch all the time.

Sipping from her new bottle of beer with her vision wobbling. Head lulling side to side as she tried to steady herself to he best possibility. Hearing that familiar deep hum emerge from the speakers of the TV. Heart aching even more with a new wave of tears brimming in Maddy’s eyes. Besides your room she hadn’t dared to touch, this one of the only reminders of you.

It was late at night and Maddy had just gotten into bed. On the brink of passing out until she felt the shift in her bed. Looking over her shoulder to find her 8 year old daughter sliding into the sheets.

“Hey, honey.”

You opted for a hum, which made Maddy raise a brow and turn over. Wrapping an arm around you and pulling you flush to her chest. “Couldn’t sleep?”

She earned another hum in response. As tired as she may have been, Maddy had promised you when you were 6 that if she had trouble sleeping, she would sing you your favorite songs. She would easily admit that she cared more about your well-being then her own.

So, she softly pulled you away just enough she could look into those beautiful eyes of yours. A small smile on her lips as she tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. “Do you remember how the song goes?”

That made a large smile appear on your lips as you nodded. “Yup!”

The sheer look of excitement had Maddy letting out a soft chuckle. Hand resting on your cheek and stroking her thumb across your cheek bone soothingly. “I have crossed the horizon to find you.”

Although you were adorably slightly off queue with her, Maddy continued. “I know your name,” she sang softly. “They have stolen the heart from inside you. But this does not define you.”

When you first heard the song, you had made the surprising observation of connecting it with your mom’s and dad’s past relationship. It had damn near brought tears to Maddy’s eyes as she nodded in agreement and spent most of that night talking about the man. Nothing venomous leaving hers or your lips. Just pure sorrow of what could’ve been.

“This is not who you are.” A smile formed on Maddy’s lips as she nodded towards you.

With a large adorable smile, you sang, “You know who you are.”

#maddy perez daughter #euphoria #maddy perez #euphoria hbo #euphoria imagine #alexa demie #maddy perez x reader #maddy perez being a mom #maddy perez x daughter!reader #x daughter reader #x daughter!reader #maddy perez angst

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kanmom51 · 2 years ago

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JM ID : Chaos photo folio concept photos

Oh My God.

He took me to the stars.

Oh My God.

He showed me all the stars.

Lyrics are in female but I kind of think they are somewhat appropriate here, so I changed them. Sue me (actually don’t, I can’t afford it).

We definitely have Artemis intertwined in JM’s concept. Chaos too.

I still think we need to wait and see the end result. Those masks they still do remind me the Jackalope A LOT. I need to see how it all connects.

Until today, when the actual book cover was revealed what we got was dark and mysterious and perhaps the contrast between perceived good/pure and perceived evil/sinful with the white and black.

And then we get this:

This caught me off guard.

Where do I start?

The colours? Where do they fit in? How do they connect with the black and white we saw so far? Another side to JM we’ll be getting to see?

The pink and blueish purple. First thing that popped into my mind was the Bisexual flag colours. Pink blue and purple.

Or the Bigender flags/colours.

Then we have the Love and 1981 on his T shirt. The colours of the stripes are hard to identify. The T shirt could mean nothing, but for some reason I believe that nothing JM does, in a project such as this, is meaningless. So I was thinking: why is 1981 significant? And what does it have to do with love?

I have my suspicions.

HIV was first identified in 1981. The illness that was stamped as the ‘gay epidemic’. An epidemic that on the one hand vilified the LGBTQ+ community, but on the other hand served as a catalyst to push forward LGBTQIA+ rights and the Pride movement in many countries around the world.

And I did go looking for other important events, including in SK happening that year. 1981 was the first year of the fifth republic in SK. Also the year that martial law was uplifted in SK. So, relatively important, yes, but is it connected to the Love on the T shirt?

My gut says it’s not about that.

Could be something else. I could be totally utterly wrong. But it is kind of a coincidence.

And do we talk about the wings?

Is that JK’s fallen angel?

This is JM showing us himself. Sides we haven’t seen just yet, or at least not as clearly as he is showing them to us right now.

And I can’t help but think how very brave JM is for doing that. Opening himself up to us the way he is.

He is showing us this knowing there are very ugly sided to Army that will at the very least frown upon this or even slam him for it. And we know there are many that will do much worse than show their displeasure ever so civilly. Let’s be honest. We know who they are. We know how ugly this is going to get. And I think I can rather confidently say that JM knows too.

All that and more.

He is showing us this knowing, at this time in space, that his enlistment is approaching real fast. At this point in time enlistment is imminent. Exemptions are seeming less and less an option.

He is so so brave.

And I love him even more for it.

We also got the little crowns with JM’s book, to compliment JK’s moon cycle, perhaps? Do we have some ‘You are me I am you” going on here maybe?

(cr./@FACTKM).

Do we talk about this too?

The similarity in the vibe? Two super talented artists with two totally different concepts. And yet, the end result has so many similarities, like they fit together so easily. More of the ‘You are me I am you’ going on here, eh?

(cr./@jikook.ismagic)

Oh, and btw, has anyone noticed this:

#JM #Jimin #Me myself & Jimin #JM ID: CHAOS #Jungkook #JK #Me myself & Jungkook #Jikook #Kookmin #Minkook

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lazypanartist · 2 years ago

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Mayest I request a Mikey x reader where the nonbinary reader is a crow yokai and ends up stealing Mikey's mystic weapon? TY!

Shiny!

Mikey x Crow Yokai! Reader

Premise: You're flying around the Hidden City as usual when something.. different catches your eye.

Notes: You didn't specify romantic or whatever, so I'm writing this as a found friends sort of deal for the time being ^-^

Word Count: ~800

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Though somewhat dreary, the Hidden City was an incredible place to find items for your nest. Cans, old jewelry.. new jewelry. Anything shiny that you could get your claws on went right into the nest.

Typically, such… heists went off without a hitch. A dark, stealthy figure lingering within the dark streets of the City, waiting for easy pickings.

Or in tonight's case, not so easy.

You cackled as you lunged into the air, the laughter morphing into a short-lived 'caw' as you flapped upwards. The turtle Yokai you had snatched the weapon from was yelling at you.. too bad.

Once you considered yourself a safe enough distance up, you looked down to the prize clutched between your claws and frowned.

Wasn't it glowing when you saw him use it? That's what drew you to it in the first place, after all.

"What's wrong with it..?"

You grabbed it by the handle, swinging it a few times.

Nothing.

Sighing, you dropped your prize.. right into a blue, glowing portal.

Blinking harshly, you looked down to the alley you had emerged from.

The turtle you had stolen the weapon from had it back in his hands, and was now surrounded by three others, with similar weapons.. all glowing.

"Ah.. bloodline enchantments.. oh dear."

The one you had stolen from flicked the ball of his weapon towards you, tangling you in the now-glowing chain and dragging you to him. This was the first time you had been truly caught for your theft, and frankly, you were unprepared.

The four turtle Yokai surrounded you, the biggest of them all, donning red, approaching with hands on his hips.

"Why're you stealin' from my little brother? Huh?!"

You looked away, eyes trained in the ground.. near the orange clad turtle's feet.

"My apologies.. I was merely searching for shining objects to add to my best. Your weapon seemed perfect when in your hands.. the glow… mesmerizing."

"Nest?'

The one you had stolen from spoke up, seeming far more curious than mad. You glanced towards his face, opening your beak to speak before you were cut off by one of the others, wearing purple.

"They're a bird, Mikey. A.. raven? Crow?.. corvid of some form. But the theft for nest objects? Really? Couldn't you just get sparkly things from the trash?"

If you had a nose, it would have been wrinkling in disgust. "I'm not putting trash in my nest.. I sleep there, you know!"

"Ah.." the blue masked turtle lifted a hand to his chin, seemingly deep in thought. "Y'know, we could probably help you to get some stuff for your nest.. if you promise not to steal anything else."

"Nothing from the trash, we promise!" The one you had stolen from spoke up again, a genuine grin crossing his face. "I mean, some of the things may be considered trash, but they'll be clean."

"..alright then. I.. promise to not steal anything else. But I'd still like some more sparkle for the nest.." You tucked your wings into your sides, flapping gently in thought. "It's not very large right now; I've just left my parents'. So nothing too massive.. If that's okay."

"Done!"

The orange-clad turtle reached to his side, rummaging through a bag you hadn't previously registered. When he pulled his hand back out, he was clutching a.. canister, of some form.

"Here! Something to remember me by! The can's empty.. if you shake it, it makes noise.

You did, wings puffing as a clinking sound filled your ears.

"Oh.. wow.."

"Ta-da! Now you'll never forget your new best friend Mikey!"

"Mikey..? I am (Y/n). This is perfect.. thank you."

He grinned, watching as you tilted the spray can back and forth to hear the marble roll against the sides.

You were pulled from your mindless actions when the largest of the four cleared his throat.

"We should get goin', guys. Dad said he wanted us home soon.."

The other three muttered sounds of agreement, though your 'new best friend' seemed apprehensive.

"We will meet again, Mikey.. won't we? The Hidden City isn't all that massive, you know."

He brightened almost instantly at the reassurance.

"Yeah, you're right! I'll see you around, (Y/n)!"

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Later that night, you curled into your nest, wings draped just barely over the edges. The stolen objects within your nest glowed slightly in the low light, save for the ones hidden beneath your body.. as well as the empty spray can, tucked gently against your chest.

#rise mikey x reader #rise mikey #rottmnt mikey x reader #rottmnt mikey #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise michelangelo #tmnt michelangelo #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt #x reader #xreader #yokai reader #yokai!reader #rottmnt yokai #rottmnt yokai reader

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seresinhangmanjake · 2 years ago

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Wants and Needs: Part 3

Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Y/N

Summary: Jake “Hangman” Seresin sets his sights on you, Rooster’s best friend, but it doesn’t take long for you to understand what type of man the cocky, blond pilot is. Unfortunately for Hangman, you have no interest in a womanizer.

Wanrings/Notes: This is very similar to my other fic because that one was basically a wip of what this turned out to be.

Also: Hangman’s ego, fluff, flirting, eventual smut, protective angry Rooster.

Words: 1142

All parts in Masterlist

Part 3: Rescue

You were forced to hold you drink close to your chest to avoid knocking it into the loads of pilots packed into the medium-sized bar. Everyone, pilots and some of their significant others, had about two inches of breathing room, but you seemed to be the only one struggling with it. Maybe because pilots were used to being in somewhat tight quarters. And maybe because those pilots’ girlfriends were more than happy to have their bodies smashed up against their man, if not only for the sake of making sure every single woman knew he’d be taken.

But you were both single and unaccustomed to cramped spaces. And for the first time, you were beginning to worder if you had claustrophobia that had just laid dormant for your entire life. You couldn’t even manage to squeeze your way through the bodies to get back to Rooster and your friends. And calling for them was out of the question. Your voice would undoubtedly be drowned out by the roar of combined laughter, shouting, and clinking glasses.

Leaving your drink on the bar, you used both free hands to part the bodies and shimmy yourself through until you could reach one side of the building. The wall felt cool to your skin as you propped yourself against it and got a decent breath for the first time in the night. A fresh breeze from the closest open window penetrated the cloud of heat surrounding you.

“You did pretty well escaping that,” you heard from your left. You whipped your head to the side to find one of the pilots—without question, a new recruit—standing awfully close, one shoulder against the wall as he took sips from his beer.

His smile put all of his shining, white teeth on display, but there was a cocky edge to it. You knew most of the pilots were like this. The danger of their job and their near physical perfection gave them a certain level of confidence few others possessed, but you were getting a little sick of the panty-dropping grin—well, unless it was coming from one particular pilot. Though you couldn’t deny that the one before you, with his dark hair and blue eyes, was as annoyingly handsome as the rest.

“I’m sorry?”

“Your escape; it was narrow. Like a F-18 slipping through a hundred-foot gap between two mountains,” he said, using one of his hands to mimic a plane turning on its side and weaving through imaginary terrain. “Nothing short of impressive.”

“Thanks,” you let out an awkward chuckle. “I think.”

“What’s your name?”

“Y/N.”

“Beautiful name for a beautiful woman,” he said as his eyes drank in the shape of your body. “Eurus.”

Your eyebrows rose. “That’s your call sign?”

“That’s right,” he smirked and winked, but something about it felt slimy,” Greek God of the Eastern Winds and bringer of storms.”

Had the guy dropped his drink in favor of flexing like Hercules, it wouldn’t have surprised you. He certainly had the build to do the hero justice, and the ego to make you nauseous. “Wow. That’s—intense.”

“I’m an intense guy, baby. But I have a feeling you’ll like it.”

Your jaw almost dropped. Why these men felt the need to set their sights on you was beyond you. “Excuse m—”

“Alright, Icarus, that’s enough,” Jake said from behind you. His voice both overworked your heart and provided you a certain level of comfort, like a warm blanket wrapped around your shoulders in a snowstorm. You turned but he kept his eyes on the younger pilot, clearly amused by the irritation on his face. “You’re embarrassing yourself.”

“It’s Eurus,” he spat.

“I really don’t care,” Jake chuckled and crossed his arms. “Just move along.”

When the new pilot cursed and left, you copied Jake’s stance, crossed arms and all, and tilted your head to examine him. He was quite proud of himself, you could see. An exercise in stretching his masculine need to protect you for whatever reason. Or if not for that, then solely to put a claim on you.

“Sorry, I was a little late on the rescue, sweetheart,” he said with that damn grin; the grin that, coming from him and him alone, could probably get you to fall on your knees. “It’s hard to get from one side of the bar to the other tonight.”

Scoffing, you sputter out, “The rescue?”

“No need to thank me; your presence is reward enough,” he said, moving closer to you, irises flashing with an intensity that made your lips subconsciously part; enough space between them that his tongue could easily slip inside. “—And I know you’d rather talk to me than him.”

You blinked and regained some shred of your composure. “Don’t be too sure. He said nearly the same thing to me that you did when we first met, just in his own special words.”

“Well I’m at least better looking than he is.”

With a hum, you said, “See, I’m not so sure about that either. Being insanely attractive seems to be a requirement for those in your profession.”

The corners of his lips quirked up, right before he wrapped his fingers around one of your wrists and led you out the back door onto the quieter part of the porch. The waves crashed against the shore; the soft sound more commanding than the chorus of voices back inside. He pulled your body close to his, his thumb rubbing back and forth along the underside of your wrist.

“Hangma—”

“I saw the way you looked at me yesterday. Just admit you want me so we can finally do something about it.”

“As if you didn’t look at me as well.”

“I have no problem admitting to that. You know I want you,” he said, raising a hand to cup your cheek which you gently swatted away.

“You want something from me,” you corrected with a soft laugh, “That’s different.”

“It is different,” he nodded. “It’s also not what I said.”

“I told you I know men like you, and men like you are—”

“Y/N!”

You hopped away from Jake, three solid feet finding their way between your body and his at the sound of Rooster’s tipsy voice. “Brad?”

“Hey,” he called as he peeked his head through the doorway. “I’ve been looking for you. We need you to settle a debate.” He eyed Hangman briefly with pinched brows of a skeptic before looking back at you. “Come on; before we get so drunk we forget what we’re talking about.”

“Be right there.” Rooster returned to the mass of pilots, and you turned back to Hangman. “Rescued twice in one night,” you said, “I’m such a lucky girl,” then you headed back into the bar to find your friends and leave Jake Seresin to himself.

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usetheeauthor · 2 years ago

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We All Go A Little Mad Sometimes Pt. 1 of 2

Incel!Perv!Jonathan Byers x Dark!Latina!Reader

Angst/Smut : Dark Fic : Enemies to Lovers : College AU

Summary: You ask for Jonathan’s to embark on a road trip with you to terrorize a girl you’re seeking revenge on. Meanwhile, Jonathan has plans to blackmail you to assert ‘his power’ over you via the advice of his incel community. Things go south in his plan, once he meets your enemy who happens to be a familiar someone.

Word Count: 4.8k+

A/N: I wrote this fic because I was inspired by a post in the Jonathan Byers smut tag and it gave me this idea that I thought could be fun. This will is a End of The Fucking World-esque Plotline. It’ll be somewhat modern with modern language. It’s a 2 parter and part 2 will be posted pretty quickly because I’ve written a bunch of fics that I’ve been pushing out. I intended the Reader to have a similar personality to Maddy Perez from Euphoria. This will have dark humor mixed in with some hot content. This has Jonathan’s POV (darkened/italic are his thoughts) throughout the story but it’s mostly in 2nd POV. Part 2 Here

Warnings: this is fucked up, perv!reader, yandere!reader, reader and Jonathan are both batshit insane, incel community and toxic language, bi!reader, pining, sexual tension, misogyny, gatekeeping, dark humor, cheerleader!reader, dom!reader, sub!jonathan, use of ‘papi’, handjob, oral sex (f receiving), bonded hands (via scrunchie), ass worship, anal play/sex, degradation kink, fingering, cumming in pants, minor praise kink, dry humping, kissing, all characters over 18, jonathan is a virgin until he isn’t 😉😉, reader is given the alias ‘Babydoll’ which is used throughout the fic instead of Y/N

*Jonathan’s POV*

Morning, readers. This is Jonathan’s daily words. I just wanted start off by saying…When I graduated, I thought the days of social cliques, petty rumors, and caring for reputations were all over. I felt that all were left behind when I stepped into the ‘real world’ . I was so wrong. College was no different. It wasn’t only a place for the intelligent. You had your jocks and cheerleaders who were lucky enough to obtain sports scholarships, rich brats with parents that paid their way in, and then the worse of them all…attention whores. The ones that swear they’re intelligent and top of the class.

This girl at my university is the perfect example of all 3. Cheerleader, rich, and whore. I call her “Babydoll” because she’s just as plastic and fake as one. I hate her with my every brain cell. Girls like her were only trouble. They use people to get what they want. It works in her favor every fucking time because she’s “pretty”. She’s average at best. Yet, people always fall for her. The weak-minded ones, anyway.

Us, though, we see through the shit. That’s what makes us better than anyone in this godforsaken planet. That’s what’ll make us rule this earth someday. Before I go, I challenge you all today. Do something that you believe’ll make a difference. That way we’ll be one step closer to that future molded by us.

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Jonathan signs off, preparing to head to his first class of the day. The one he shared with you. Although, he despised you, he also found you quite fascinating. You were great writing material for his journals and his followers seemed to be a fan of you as well.

Jonathan enters the classroom, noticing a frat brother sat right in his seat. He stares at the burly man. The man staring back.

“That’s my seat.” Jonathan says. His voice so monotone it was hard to tell he was angry.

“There aren’t any assigned seats, dork. Find another.” The frat boy dismisses him.

Jonathan clenches his jaw, seething and staring at the man one last time before choosing another seat. He can hear his fellow peers whispering behind his back calling him ‘sociopathic’ and ‘psychotic’.

“Did you see his eyes? He looked like he was gonna kill you?” One peer says.

“Maybe he’s killed before.” The other would say.

He tunes them out. This is the kind of insufferable shit I’ve got to deal with every day. He growls to himself. Jonathan’s thoughts cease to exist the moment you finally walk into the classroom. His eyes following your every move. You sat in the row beside him, two seat up so that you were in front of the class. Attention whores loved to sit in the front to be teacher’s pet. Clearly, she’s teacher’s pet. Each day of class, the professor won’t keep his eyes off of her, staring down her shirt she wore to show off her body. I’m sure they’re fucking each others brains out. He was considered a ‘Chad’ and that’s exactly the type she’d prey after. Jonathan thoughts are once again interrupted when he sees you whip your head around in his direction. In fact, the entire class was looking directly at him.

“Jonathan Byers.” The professor calls out.

Jonathan recognizing that his name was being called for attendance but he’d been so distracted by you. The professor has already called his name twice by now. Redness creeped up on his cheeks. “Here.” He says.

The students stifled chuckles as they turned their attention back to the front of the room. His eyes shift back to you. You were still looking at him, smirking then turning away. It was as if you knew your effect on him.

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After class, Jonathan stopped by for some lunch at the food court area. He sat to himself, reading his manga and occasionally taking bites of his food. He didn’t have much friends or friends at all. The nerds in his photography club didn’t count as true friends. His friends were online. A community of them that shared his belief.

He found himself so immersed in the story, he hadn’t recognized you standing there for at least 10 seconds, looking down at him. His eyes dart up at you, lowering the manga.

You point at the single, empty chair at his table. “This seat taken?” You smile.

There was that sickeningly evil smile you loved to shoot others to get what you wanted. It was brain rotting. Jonathan worried if he stared at you any longer that he’s burst to ash.

Nonetheless, Jonathan shook his head as a ‘no’, giving you the permission to sit. You plopped your tray on the table and took a seat, eyes squinting at the book he held in his hand.

“I love that manga. Great taste.” You complimented him but in Jonathan’s eyes you might as well have called him an idiot.

He scoffed. “You read manga?”

“Yep.”

“Name three.”

“Are you really gonna quiz me on this?” You’re the one to scoff now, crossing your arms.

Jonathan remains quiet but his expression lets you know that he meant it.

You sighed. “Banana Fish, Akira, Parasyte.”

Shit. All the ones I like, too. No way did she learn that on her own. Some nerd probably taught her that so she can pick up more nerds to do her homework. She only sat here to seduce me for just that reason.

You study Jonathan’s face noticing the inner conflict within himself, you smirked. “Are you realizing that you like the mangas that most manga readers already know? How does it feel being basic?”

“You came here to pick on me? Take a number.” Jonathan bites hard into the baby carrot, underlining his creeping anger.

“No,” Your voice soft and sweet. “I genuinely would like to get to know you. I’m Y/N, by the way.”

“I know.”

“How?”

Jonathan gazes at her, incredulously. “We have History together.”

“I know I’m just teasing, Jonathan.”

His body freezes at the sound of his name on your lips. It was the first time he’d heard you say it. It sent blood flowing to an area that he really wished wouldn’t awaken at this moment.

“I just wanted to formally introduce myself,” You continued. “We haven’t talked once and this semester’s almost over. I didn’t want it to end before we could speak since i don’t think anyone will be in town for winter break.”

“What could we possibly talk about that we’d have in common?”

You shot him a bored look, picking up his manga as an answer. “And I’m sure there is so much more. Hey, why don’t we study for that final together? It could be fun.”

“I’m fine. Thank you.”

You lean in, breath tickling his lips and eyes locked on one another’s. “Trust me. It’ll be fun.”

Jonathan swallowed hard. He should say no. He declined perfectly fine before but with your apple-scented shampoo wafting in the air, he couldn’t think clearly.

“O-okay, but we’re not doing anything.”

You threw your head back in laughter, leaning back in your chair. You cocked your head to the side. “What kind of girl do you take me for?” You hold a hand up as if held under oath. “Estaré en mi mejor conducta.”

He hoped that meant that you promising to leave him be. He couldn’t imagine you coming over to his place. You were clearly teasing.

“Tonight at 8. At your dorm?” You asked.

“Why not yours?”

“My roommate’s asked for some privacy for tonight. The ‘sock on the door’ thing, ya know. I walked in on her one time. Saw some really freaky ass shit. Never again. So I’m pretty much out of my door from 8-9. I figure maybe that would be my opportunity to study with a new buddy.” You nudged him with your elbow before checking the time on your watch. “Well, gotta go to my next class. I’ll see you tonight.”

Waving, you gathered your things and left him alone once again. He was surprised that you were comfortable enough to even approach him to behin with and now you two had a study date. Had she been replaced by an alien?

—————

Evening, fellas. So the Babydoll decided to approach me while I was peacefully reading my favorite manga and she’s all, “I’d like to come over to your place to… ‘study’.” And like a fucking simp I said “Yes.” You see that’s the thing with venomous women like Babydoll, you let ‘em too close and you’re suddenly not thinking straight. They’re like fucking witches. So, I come before you as humbled as can be. As a fellow member of this community. How should I stop this brainwashing from continuing any further? How do I give myself the strength to pry myself from her hex?

*comments*

Brosbeforehoes67 actually this could be good.

HeManWomanHaters yea maybe you can finally get some from that slut

Nice_guysfinishlast all in favor for Johnny to take the bitch by her reigns, say I 🙋‍♂️

Allwhoresarewitches just say yes to anything she says now maybe it’ll work in your favor

Jonathan smiles wickedly at the responses, amused by the suggestions. Most ranging from silly to outright violent. He hears a knock at his front door. That was weird. He wasn’t expecting a visitor so soon.

Answering the door, you stood right in his doorway wearing your skimpy cheer costume. Jonathan could feel the front of his pants begin to tighten, heart pounding at an alarmingly dangerous rate. He need to sit down soon or he could faint.

“What are you doing here?” He asks as unfazed as he could.

“I know I’m like an hour and a half early but I did try to change before I got here from practice. Roommate decided to start the fun early so no access to decent clothes. I had nowhere else to go and knowing you don’t take night classes on Thursdays so I came here.”

“How do you know my schedule?” He inquires.

“U-um…well, I saw your planner opened up on the table during lunch. I’m a little perceptive you could say. Let me in? Por favor.”

He shakes a hand through his hair, frizzing it up in frustration then reluctantly moves to the side and lets you in.

Your eyes surveyed up and down the room. “You have a dorm to yourself?”

“For now,” Jonathan answered. “They haven’t found me a roommate yet.”

“Lucky you.” You lead yourself to his bedroom much to his chagrin.

“Hey, that’s off limits. We could study out here in the living room.”

You ignore his protests, taking him by his hand and leading him into the bedroom. You have him sit on the edge of his bed along with you, throwing your backpack down between you.

“Shall we begin?” You say, rummaging through your bag.

“B-begin what?”

“Studying, mi amor.”

Did she just call me her ‘love’? This could just be another one of her temptress tactics.

“Right.”

He takes the textbook on the shelf beside him, opening it to the chapter you both were meant to study.

“First question is…Who was the first president of the United States?” You read.

“What? No way. That’s too easy. Is that really one of the questions?” Jonathan skims his notes.

You burst out laughing at his confusion. “Kidding. Boy, you really can’t pick up a joke.”

“It’s hard to do so when your a girl. I don’t understand girl humor.”

“The hell is ‘girl humor’? It’s just a joke.”

“That’s subjective.” He retorts.

“Maybe,” You shrug. Then all of a sudden, you began to violently cough into the long sleeve of your cheer crop top. “You think you could make me some tea. It could really help my throat. It’s sooo sore.”

Probably from blowing the teacher. Jonathan rolls his eyes. The quicker he follows your command, the faster he’d get through this study session and report back to the guys. “Fine. Wait here.” He grumbles, leaving the room.

Little did Jonathan know that this was all a ploy to buy you some time to look through his accessible computer. The tabs were still open. You knew this would be fun.

—————

Jonathan walks back into the room and he nearly dropped the hot tea cup onto the ground. He stood there paralyzed but he had to make a move or else you’d see too much.

“Look, I can explain.”

“Babydoll? That’s the best you could come up with,” Your sickeningly sweet voice now low and sultry. “By the way, this…” You gestures to your boobs and body. “Is all real. No plastic here, mi amor. And ‘average at best’? In your fucking dreams, maybe.”

“I-I…” Jonathan can barely form a sentence.

You stood up slowly from the computer chair, eye contact not breaking from his. Every step forward you took, he took backward until he ended up hitting a wall, a drop of hot tea splashing out its cup onto the carpet.

You looked down at it then up at him again with a wicked smile. “I’ll just take this from your hands. Wouldn’t want you making anymore of a mess?”

You placed the cup on the shelf beside you, pressing your body against his and he gasps. “Look at you. You’re trembling,” Her fingertips glide down his flannel shirt. “Haven’t had a touch from a woman before, have you? Such a shame. You are quite handsome.”

“You’re strange.” He says, trying to gain his confidence but his wavering tone couldn’t fool you.

“I’m strange? You’re the one who pretended like you hated me when you secretly want to fuck me,” You wrapped a hand around his throat. “You can’t stop thinking about me. It makes you so mad that I’m fucking the teacher and not taking your cock instead.”

“You’re wrong. I don’t want to fuck you. I know you’re just trying to use me and hurt me.”

“That’s exactly…” You cupped his erection for emphasis eliciting a small yelp from him. “…what I want to do to you.”

“I didn’t mean it that way.”

“Does it matter?” You rolled your eyes.

“What do you want from me? Why are you suddenly interested in me? Then, you invade my privacy and your touching me like this. We said nothing will happen.”

“Nothing will happen. But if you wish for me to let you go. I can, papi.”

You were trying to kill him. That was it.

“Ask me to let you go and I will.” You rephrased.

“I c-can’t.”

“Why?” Your voice returns to its saccharine state.

“Because I…I—”

“Like it?” You suggested.

“I don’t know.” He whimpers as you begin to palm him through his pants. He stares up at the ceiling, relishing in the feeling of you pressed against him taking up his oxygen with your intoxicating scent.

“You’re smart,” You yank yourself away. Hands no longer wrapped around his throat and his hardness. “Figure it out. Until then, I won’t touch you any further. But I did have a method to my madness.”

Jonathan lowers his eyes, back to reality. “What?”

“You have all this hatred towards women, right? Maybe I can give you your first victim to practice this out.”

“What do you mean?”

You exhaled deeply, dropping yourself on his bed again. “There’s this girl. We used to be…close. But then she fucking left me high and dry and betrayed me. I hadn’t seen her on a year. We went to different universities but, winter break, I’ll be able to see her again. She’s lives in Hawkins. I once lived there, too. And you as well, right?”

“Yeah?” He says in a confused tone.

“You’re wondering how I know that. Well, I guess I should come clean about myself, too. That way we have no more secrets between us. I’ve been watching you reeeaal close.”

“So, in other words, you’ve been stalking me.” Jonathan teases only to be surprised by your answer.

“Yes. I have.”

“Well, let’s just say that I get kind of intense when there’s someone I really like.”

“Y-you like me?”

“I do. I thought fucking the teacher would get you jealous enough to do something but I guess I must accept that you just aren’t the assertive type. That’s okay. I can be that for the both of us.”

Jonathan’s world felt like it was spiraling. This felt like a fever dream. No way could this be real.

“Anyway, I’m going to Hawkins for the break and I want us to travel together. We’re going to break into that puta’s house and we’re going to fuck with her mind.”

“And why would I help you?”

“Because I know you want to,” Her voice becomes menacing. “Also, I may like you, but I will take you down. I have pictures of your disgusting posts. I will share them with the entire college population and end you.”

Jonathan is speechless.

“Shall we resume our studies?”

—————

Hey, readers. Let me tell you a story. Stop me if this sounds familiar. Ice Queen reveals herself to be infatuated with an invisible misfit. Then, she asks you to join her on a trip to attack her lesbian lover as retaliation for breaking her heart. There’s a possible chance of violence maybe even…murder.

*comments*

redchevy1972 all girls are either sluts or lesbians

mangaover_comics is that the plot to jennifer’s body? never seen it but that megan fox is surely a 10

incelsarelaw86 *mangaover_comics she’s about an 8. too hairy for me. if this is about Babydoll, Johnny boy, you’ve gotta make her your personal sex slave

luigiisunderrated *incelsarelaw86 yea or he could expose her for the crazy whore she is maybe blackmail her into doing sexual favors for you

Maybe there was some way he could turn the situation around so that he’s have the power over you. This winter break trip was just what Jonathan needed. This would be his big break. In his eyes, he’ll go down in the history books of man.

—————

Finals had come and gone. Jonathan found out you’d passed with a grade higher than his. That pissed him off so badly that he knew that he had to control his power on you soon or he just might focus his rage in more harmful outlets.

His rage was silent but you’d caught onto it, glancing at him as he drove. It was finally winter break now so your plans for Hawkins was in full motion. You wanted to enjoy the trip with your new love but you were getting irritated at his behavior towards you.

“Qué pasa? What’s got your knots in twists?”

“Nothing. I’d like to have a peaceful drive to Hawkins. It’s going to be a long one and I don’t wish to argue.”

“You’re such a child,” You groaned. “Is it because you caught me speaking with the teacher today? I promise it was innocent.”

“No. For the last time, I don’t care if you sleep with the teacher. You and I are not even friends.” Jonathan feels as if the air has been sucked out of the car. You grow quiet in a bubbling rage.

“You…” You say through clenched. Jonathan awaits an explosion of fury instead there’s an explosion of tears. “You are such a dickhead.”

Jonathan darts his eyes between the road and you in a panic. “Hey, wait, don’t cry. I’m sorry, okay.”

You continued to sob in your hands, your words muffled by them but Jonathan can hear things like ‘why won’t you love me’ and ‘asshole’.

“I’ll seriously give you anything you want if you please stop crying.”

“Anything?” Her head pops up.

It was all an act! The fuck is wrong with this girl?

“Yes. Anything reasonable.” He adds.

“Well, we have been driving for nearly 3 whole hours. We’ve got to get some rest.” You advised.

“We agree on rest stops on every 6th hour.”

“6 hours is kind outrageous, dude. We need a break,” You point. “There’s motel right there. We can check in.”

“Fine.” He enters the parking lot of the motel and positions his car in a space. You both made your way to the front counter.

“How can I help you?” The man asks.

“Two—”

“One room please. The one with a king bed.”

“What?”

“Anything, remember?”

Jonathan crosses his arms. She was obviously not letting him live that down for the remainder of the trip.

When you got to your room, you immediately dropped your bag and dropped your whole body on the bed, shoes kicked off. You pretended to make snow angels, sinking deeper into the soft mattress.

“Ahhh, this will be nice.”

Just as Jonathan began to remove his jacket, you pull him by the hand and yanked him up onto the mattress, too.

“Jump with me.” You jumps and circles around Jonathan.

“So, I’m the child, was it?” He asks, referring to your comment earlier.

“Will you stop having a stick up your ass and join me?” You continued to bounce taking his hands to urge him with you. Soon, he found himself jumping forcefully and then involuntarily.

It felt lighthearted and fun, spinning, bouncing, and laughing with one another. You’d almost forgotten that you were here for anything but wholesome actions. Then, some damning evidence falls out of his pockets and your mind is back on its goal.

You scrambled for the items that fell onto the mattress, hearing him stammering above you. It was candid polaroid photos of you in comprising positions. You look up at him, seeing his adam’s apple bobbing.

“You little pervert.”

“I’m sorry.” He says, head lowered as he sat himself next to you.

“What were you gonna do with these? Sell them off to your incel fuckers?”

“It’s not like that.” He shakes his head, looking defiantly into your eyes.

“You’re trying to make a power move over me. Are you? You think leaking little photos of me slipping into my cheer uniform is going to make me submit to you,” You chuckled. “Mi amor, I used to get paid for shit like that. That’s nothing.”

“It’s not what these are for?”

“So you’re just carrying these in your pocket to jack off to or something?”

“M-maybe. Is that so wrong? You’ve always known that I’ve wanted you for so long. What’s so surprising about me carrying them? You’re just trying to humiliate me at this point. It’s all you women do.”

You stood up from the bed, standing in front him. “Kneel before me.”

Jonathan wanted to stand his ground but the look on your face told him to do as you said. He sinks to his knees in front you, watching you with a glint of wonder in his eyes.

You take the scrunchie from your hair letting your hair flow down from it’s ponytail. You asked for his hands and he releases them to you, stretching the scrunchie over his wrists then letting his hands drop to the front of his lap.

“You better not break it or I’ll break you.”

Psychotic witch.

Pulling your underwear off, his face was in level with your glistening core. His mouth suddenly began to salivate. You run your fingers through his hair.

“You’re virgin. Aren’t you, papi?”

You tug his hair when he doesn’t answer, he groans. “Yes. I am.”

“I can tell. You get sensitive from every little touch. I bet you’ll cum before I have you in my mouth tonight.”

He shivers at your words.

“See? Look at you. Trembling the way you did the night I touched you in your room,” Your fingers began to rub at you clit. You close your thick thighs around your hand. He can hardly see you touching the nub. He needed you to spread your legs. “I wanted to fuck you so badly that night. I didn’t because I wanted to make sure you liked me. You have a hard time showing a girl you care, ya know?”

“Can I taste?” He pants, cock hard against his jeans.

“You wanna taste me? You wanna know what I feel like riding your thick tongue.”

“Mhm. But I want you to ride my face from behind.” He’d seen it in a porn before. The guy would have access to the girl’s anus as well as her pussy so he can lick both with no issue. He’d always imagined eating your ass especially since it was so beautiful shaped and ample.

You turned around bending over in a 90 degree and back yourself against his mouth, grabbing the front of his hair for support. He laps away at your core finding himself lost in the globes of your ass whenever he’d lick there. All you could do was moan and writhe against him.

He was a man starved. He’d never tasted anything like it but he was addicted. He was sure the members of his community would freak out and possibly turn on him if they knew how well he worship you.

He needed his hands free if he was going to make you cum super hard for him. Expertly slipping his hands from the scrunchie one hand at a time, his large hands grip your hips and you’re caught by surprise.

He makes it so that you are bent over the bed, him still on his knees. You laid out on your stomach gave him the support he needed to thoroughly taste you. He dives back in sucking your labia into his mouth hard, collecting all your juices on your tongue. He groans, the vibrations going straight to your core. You rock back and forth against his tongue before he dips it back to tease the anal hole.

You were crying out like you were in pain. In a way you were because the pleasure felt so good it was borderline painful. He pulls his mouth away from you and just about when you were going to protest, he sinks two thick finger into you.

“Oohhh fuck yes.” You mewled, thrusting back against his fingers. Kneeling onto the bed next to you, his fingers never leave your core. You’re on all fours now, riding back against his fingers, and he presses his hardened cock against the side of your thigh. He’s humping your leg and the delicious feeling of him throbbing warm against you makes you feral.

You push his back against the mattress, climbing on top of him. Rubbing your slick core back and forth right of his clothed cock. He can feel your wet heat staining and pulsating against his jeans. He kisses you first and you moan into it. You were happy to feel his lips and tongue on you for the first time. Getting so greedy that you could practically swallow his tongue.

You rut feverishly against him, him thrusting up into your core.

“I’m gonna cum.” You whispered against his mouth.

“Me too.”

He says, digging his fingertips into the flesh of your ass.

“Cum with me, papi. Let me feel it.”

That was all the permission he needed. He releases in his pants spurts of hot cum seeping through his black jeans. You can hardly tell the difference between the patch of your wetness and his but the thought of your mixed juices turned you on and soon you’d follow right after him, mouth on his once again to ground you while you went through that earth shattering experience.

When you’d both come down, you slid of his lap lying by his side and panting. Your breaths matching each other’s.

“I can’t believe I did that.”

“Me neither. Where did you learn to do oral like that?” You say in complete disbelief at how well he did. “You were fucking incredible.”

Jonathan felt a pride in his chest at your praise. “Porn.”

“No way. Porn is terrible at teaching people how to fuck. Must’ve been one hell of a video.” You joked.

“Are we going to have sex?” Part of Jonathan was excited the other was worried about what that meant for his reputation in his community.

You must’ve sensed this because you say, “Nah. That’ll be when your ready to let go of those losers you call your community.”

“They’re really not so bad.”

“They are terrible to women.”

“And you’re not?” Jonathan says raising his head to face you.

“No. I’m going after my ex only and that’s because she knows what she did to me.”

“What is it?”

“Not ready to talk about it now. Okay. Maybe in due time.”

“So I’m not ready to give up my virginity and you’re not ready to open up.”

You nod. “Who knows? Maybe we’ll come to our decisions at the same time. That’d be romantic.” You curled up to his side.

In the back of his mind, Jonathan worried that this was all just a plan to further corrupt him until you’d eventually get bored and toss him aside. Maybe he wanted you but he’ll definitely keep an eye out for anything suspicious.

Estaré en mi mejor conducta = I’ll be on my best behavior

Qué pasa = what’s wrong

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