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Slashtober🔪||Split!Seonghwa

Pairing:Seonghwa x Reader

Word Count: 5.8k

Warnings: THIS DOES NOT ACCURATELY REPRESENT DIDs, IT IS JUST A FIC, DARK THEME, Pussy Slapping, Squirting, Unprotected Sex, Rough Sex, Mommy!Hwa, Sub!Reader, Breeding Kink, Dirty Talk, Breast Play, Lactation Kink, Hwa Got Multiple Personalities (other personas are the members), Mentions Of Killing, Spit, Choking, Humiliation, Jongho Watches, It’s A LOT going on in this fic🫣…So If I Missed Anything…Lemme Know👀👀

A/N: It’s the last Slashtober fic of this year😱!!! I can’t believe it’s over already!! I swear I always have so much fun with this series, I feel like this year was so different from last year, more spooky, scary lol. Thank you all for the supportive, rather it was a like, a comment, a repost and etc…I love and appreciate yall🥹🖤! Til next year, we may or may not see Slashtober in 2025🫡!

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“He will only listen to you.” Jongho said, letting out a loud sigh on the phone. Placing his pen down, he flickers through Seonghwas medical chart. The vein in his forehead protruding was throbbing uncontrollably. The amount of tests that had been done on Seonghwa were some of the best. Letting out a frustrated sigh you let your head thump against your work desk.

“What do you want me to do about that?” You grit into the phone clutching it tightly.

“Talk with your lawyer, come talk to him, I don’t know what to do I’m running out of options Y/N.”

“You are the doctor Jongho, what do you mean you are running options?!” You whisper yell into the phone.

“Talk to your lawyer.” He says before cutting the line, clearly annoyed you lock your phone, squeezing it in your hand. Clearly annoyed you quietly slam your phone down onto your desk. Trying your best not to alert anyone. You give your phone one last harsh squeeze before standing up and making your way towards the bathroom to make a call to the defense lawyer.

“Thank you for coming.” Jongho says while letting out a sigh. Tightening his lips up, he lets security wand your body, after stepping out from the metal detectors.

“Really?” You say, clearly annoyed. You spread your legs and arms into a starfish so that security can do their job thoroughly. Your eyes cut to Jongho, staring at him harshly you are practically seething with anger. Feeling the intense atmosphere, Mingi decides to break the tension.

“I heard he doesn’t have any new personality developments.” He says with a smile on his face, as he’s done wanding your body. Standing up straight he has a big smile on his face, before he looks over to Jongho who is staring at you with irritation. Nodding your head you shoot Mingi a smile..

“Thank you Mingi, at least someone has given me good news.” With a genuine smile you pat his shoulder before stepping back and waving your hand forward signaling Jongho to lead the way. Rolling his eyes you both walk down the hallway, without saying a word. Irritation liters the bright, white halls.

“I love him.” You state outloud in the eerily quiet hallway, eyes shooting daggers into the back of Jonghos head.

“He is a murderer.” He states, your lips automatically zipping shut. Your hands ball into your pants. You couldn’t help what Seonghwa was, he was like that long before you came along, not all of his personalities were horrible. Majority of them were quite interesting, as a collective you had learned to love them all.

“Murdered 18 people in one single night, and you say you love him.”

Biting your lip you try to refrain from any smart remarks but your mouth moves before your brain can comprehend anything.

“Deep down, he’s still my Seonghwa and no personality is going to change that.” You say, standing firm on what you said. Were you heartbroken to say the least? Of course. You were disappointed, disgusted, down right devastated. Yet that sliver of hope you held onto was enough to still make you have faith.

“Thank you Mingi, at least someone, my ass.” Jongho mockingly whispers to himself, opening the door, as you walk in he holds his hand out stopping you.

“Remain right here.” He says, starting up a big light, you hear it power on, lights dimming with how much energy it’s pulling, pivoting around the light trying to get a good eye at Seonghwa.

He’s sitting there with one leg crossed over the other, tea cup in hand while his sharp eyes stare at you.

“My, my, my, we have company.” He says while bringing his tea cup up to his lips slowly. Feline eyes flickering to your stagnant figure. Your body immediately begins to heat up. You knew you’d walk into one of his personalities but not one of your most favorite ones.

“Dr. Jongho, it’s always a pleasure to see you.” Setting down his tea cup on the small sauce plate next to his bed. He shifts his body, facing towards you.

“Doll, it’s been too long as well. I’ve missed you.” With a smile on his face, he looks up at you through his eyelashes before batting them.

“H-Hi.” You say with a small wave, your body immediately heats up. Your fingers pick at the skin around your thumbs, body already riddled with nerves.

“I’m going to observe you both.” Jongho states, loudly enough for you both to hear. Seonghwas eyes never lift off of you, his back is straight, shoulders are curved, lips in a small smile, his teeth just poking through. The energy that radiated off of him was alluring.

“What is it you are hoping to see Dr. Jongho?” Seonghwa asks, picking up his teacup again, legs coming undone from being crossed. He’s speaking to Jongho yet his eyes never let up on you. They remain on you, flickering all over your figure, studying you as if this observation is a test that he is willing to pass. Jongho flushed a light shade of pink, clearing his throat. He flicks through the papers before he can speak to Seonghwa; he's cut off by the man himself. Letting out a small gasp Seonghwa places his tea cup down, hand brushing through his hair before he flicks his eyes to Jongho for a split second.

“What do you wanna observe Jongho? You say quietly, feeling minuscule under Seonghwas intense stare. It was not threatening, not fear worthy. If anything it made you squirm, riddled your body with nerves. When he had this personality on the rise you tried your best to be as pristine, and elegant as possible. Nothing but the best for your mommy. Clicking his pen, he scribbles down on the stack of papers once more. Trying his best to avoid the question.

“He wants to see us fuck.” A harsh voice comes out of Seonghwa, slamming the rest of the tea back he lets out a loud groan afterwards. Frame going from cute and petite, to manly and gruff. His frame looks larger, shoulders more broad, yet a puppy-like smile on his face while he fills the room with nothing but dirty words.

“Want me to bend her pretty ass over? Or you wanna see her from the front?” He asks in a husky tone, eyes flashing over to you, watching your timid frame gawk at him. No matter how long you had been with Seonghwa you never got used to how quick another personality could appear. As you hear a small click you, look up at the ceiling watching the lights dim as the large flashing white light fills the room practically blinding all of you.

As the blinding light clears you look at Seonghwa through blurred vision. Small tiny dots fill your eye sight, blinking them away. There is Seonghwa with one leg crossed over the other with feline eyes once more.

“Fuck!” You groan out, rubbing your eyes, your body reacts fast, thumping Jongho in the back of the head. Eyes watering from the flash, you grit your teeth ready to tear him a new one when Seonghwa speaks up.

“Excuse me. When did we learn to have such filthy mouths?” He asks, eyebrow raising as he watches all the anger leave your body, eyes growing wide like a deer caught in the headlights. You wring your hands through the bottom of your shirt, that nervous feeling making a grand appearance once more.

“So-sorry.” You whisper out, body flushed with embarrassment that you had been caught in such an act. Wincing slightly Jongho places a strong hand on your shoulder before shoving you forward, you practically tumble into Seonghwas lap. His quick reflexes catch you, delicate hands placed on your hips to stabilize you. As his warm hands come in contact with you, you let out a small whimper. It had been so long since you had felt Seonghwa let alone his mommy personality, a soft hand brushes against your cheek, lifting your head slightly as you look at his sleek eyes. That familiar love and adoration twinkles just below his dark brown eyes, you swear you can see the light behind them.

“Hi mommy..” you whisper out hand coming to clutch the side of your pants. Noticing immediately he grips your balled fist, unraveling it, as he brushes over your palm. You practically fell like putty into his hands.

“What did I tell you about doing that?” He says, voice as smooth as silk. As your brain loses all of the common sense it typically holds you grow sheepish. Body flushing with an indescribable heat. As you pull at the collar of your shirt to get an air flow, it dawns on you that Seonghwa is seated in just a pair of white boxers.

“Come here.” He purrs, turning you around, planting your ass directly on his lap. His warm hands come up under your shirt, pulling the fabric off slowly, as your bra comes into sight, you get a bit self conscious as it had been over 5 months since you had last seen Seonghwa. As your arms hug you tightly, he grabs them lightly, pushing them down.

“Don’t hide yourself from me, doll. Let mommy see you.” He whispers into your ear, as your arms drop he keeps one hand rubbing your arm as his other hand goes to fiddle with the button of your pants. As he strips you out of every piece of clothing you own, you’ve never felt more self conscious yet confident at the same time. His back is firmly against the headboard, with you in between his legs, legs propped onto the bed, feet planted firmly into the soft mattress below you. Your cunt glistens under the bright white led lights that fill the small space. As your eyes flicker down to your cunt, you grow a bit flustered, you try to shut your legs as quickly as possible, growing a bit flustered under Seonghwas gaze. It’s almost as if you’ve forgotten that Jongho was right in the room with you both.

“Let me see..” he purrs out, hand coming to open your wedged legs..

“Be a good doll, and listen to mommy.” He groans into your ear. As your body warms across the front of Seonghwas chest you look at the mirror that’s boring holes into every action you and Seonghwa do.

“Is the mirror necessary?” You whine out, flustered at seeing your own dirty actions. Clearing his throat, it dawns on you that Jongho is still here and that he will remain here the whole time. Cunt fluttering, Seonghwa sees through the mirror that your pussy clenches around nothing. A small smirk on his face continues to grow as he watches your shiny slick cover your lower half.

“Be a good doll for me, and for Dr. Jongho.” He whispers into your ear. Nodding your head slightly you open your legs once more. You watch as Seonghwas eyes glimmer with need.

Laying you down slowly, Seonghwas large thin frame towers over your own. His dark hair frames his face, plump lips bitten between his perfect teeth. You are in love with every inch of this man, he could make you feel so loved one second, and the next? Nothing but a dirty whore. The balance between all the personalities was nothing short of a rollercoaster ride. The adrenaline that pumped through your veins while loving him was addicting. You had grown accustomed to this lifestyle, you were nothing but devoted to the Park Seonghwa.

“Mommy is going to fill you all the way up to here.” He says seductively as he brushes his hands over your lower belly. Poking it slightly before he caresses your lower stomach. The fleshy area his eyes are dead set on always made you a bit insecure. As he kneads your stomach you let out a quiet moan, hands coming to brush him away. When his other hand stops your motions.

“Did mommy tell you to touch her?” He questions, eyebrow raising as he drifts his eyes to look up at you. His sharp gaze makes you squirm, shaking your head no you, moving your eyes to look at his forehead. When Seonghwa got like this, it always made your head spin, you could barely hold eye contact with him as it was so intense you felt your skin prickle with nerves. Stomach doing flips while he grabs your chin lightly before telling you to look at him. Eyes low, and sultry, he glances over your body, thumb rubbing your cheek before he shifts his weight. Brushing two fingers through your wet folds, making a squelching noise before he brings his fingers up to his mouth, sucking your arousal off of them.

“So wet, so good.” He groans at the taste of you on his tongue. Bringing his face close to yours, he brushes his fingers through your folds again, placing one finger in your mouth, and the other in his.

“Go on, taste yourself.” He whispers before sucking your arousal off his shiny finger. Placing your tongue out you take his whole finger in your mouth. Sitting up, he pulls you up before sitting behind you, shuffling his body against the headboard, grabbing your shoulder and pulling you back down. Your back is firmly against his own, his warm embrace was worth a million words. Pussy on display for the room he stares ahead at the cracked mirror at the end of the bed. His dark gaze falling upon your cunt. Swiping two fingers through your folds, before he spreads your lips.

“Look at her…just glistening. Isn’t she pretty?” He purrs into your ear, feeling your body heat up.

“Mommy is going to put a baby right in there.” He says touching your stomach once more, eyes enamored and twinkling with the thought of you being heavy bellied.

With your legs spread you look into the mirror, body heating with embarrassment you try to close your legs. With a firm hand on your thigh he holds your legs open. Wet fingers digging into your leg, you whimper at his touch. His other hand comes down to grip your breast, pinching your nipple. Back arching off of him you moan his name quietly.

“Did I tell you to shut your legs?” He asks in a sultry tone, hands firm on the meat of your thighs. Slapping your soft flesh you open your legs again, his hand comes down, slapping your cunt. As his palm rises back, your sticky arousal sticks to it. Strings of clear stickiness stretch with each pull back of his hand. Continuously slapping your cunt, your legs jerk with each strike, letting out a loud mewl your body hunches over.

“Ple–please Mommy, please, please..” you beg out. Not even sure what you are asking for. As your juices drench his palm, he pulls his hand back once more, slapping your pussy a bit harder this time. With a final cry your body arches off of his warm chest, juices spraying out of your cunt. Legs shaking as your feet are trying their best to remain planted on the soft mattress. His sticky palm comes down to your pussy, rubbing small circles onto your clit, hushing you as you continue to unravel before his eyes. As you come down from your high, he eases off of your clit. Licking his palm he rolls his tongue behind his teeth, savoring the flavor. With heavy pants you lean further back into his chest. Body wet with your own slick, and cum.

“Fuck, you think you can do that again?” A deep voice rings out behind you, looking in the mirror you watch as his gaze changes, eyes flushing dark, losing that loving streak that his mother personality had, eyes lazily looking at him you barely can put together a coherent sentence.

“Fuck that, you will do it again.” Plunging two fingers deep into your cunt, he wiggles them around looking for your spongy spot. Thumb pressed hard against your clit, you let out a loud moan, legs turning into jelly and falling on the bed. As his thumb strums quickly over your swollen clit, your legs turn every way, body going through the first stages of over stimulation. A twisted grin cracks onto his face, one of his arms wraps around your waist, holding you in place.

“God, she’s so fucking sloppy.” he groans, before pulling two fingers out, slapping your cunt before diving his fingers back in. As they slam in and out of you at a quick pace you moan out Seonghwas name, nails digging into the blanket on top of the mattress. His eyes shoot over to Jongho who is standing there, teetering between the lines of being unfazed, and desperately turned on.

“Wish this was you huh doc?! I’m going to fill this pretty cunt up, having you carrying my seed around.” He says loudly, laughing booming off of the concrete walls. Your body moves whichever way he pulls you, effortlessly moving like you are a doll.

“Look at her pretty pussy, just gushing.” Pulling out he slaps your cunt once more. You let out a loud moan, head turning, trying to catch a glimpse of Seonghwa.

“Your pussy is talking to me, and does she have a lot to say.” His hand wraps tighter around your waist, his crazed eyes bore into you.

You whimper out his name, in a twisted way, this is exactly what you wanted. You missed this, you missed Seonghwa. But you missed all the personalities he had charging through him. Everyday was like cranking up a Jack in the box, you know something was going to pop out, the thrill of not knowing what exactly always made your body on edge, it made your adrenaline run rampant. This is exactly what you wanted.

“Have some decorum, trying to talk over her.” Bringing a hand down he slaps your pussy. Body quivering with a loud moan. You call out to Seonghwa once more.

“Fuck!” He groans out, bringing two fingers to collect the slick that’s dripping down your ass.

“Yunho?” Jongho questions while flipping through the papers on his clipboard making a note, the pen screeches with each drag. You catch a small glimpse of Jongho, clutching the pen tightly in his grasp, while a head of sweat drops down his forehead. A harsh slap to your dripping pussy pulls you from your thoughts.

“I really would prefer if she called me Yunho.” He purrs out, hands running down your inner thighs before slapping your cunt again. Quickly riding himself of his boxers, he positions himself in between your legs, roughly grabbing his cock he lets out a small hiss.

“Fuck have I missed you.” He groans out before catching your lips in a kiss

“She’s so fucking sloppy.” He groans out, pausing his wild thrust to spit at your pussy. The cool saliva hitting your clit. He watches as it drips down to his cock that is stilled inside of you.

His hips draw back before slamming into you with a loud smacking noise. His hips are flush against your inner thighs. His hand comes down to hold you in place by your throat. He’s fucking you like a mad man. Your mouth falls open into a non existent moan, as he’s fucking all the common sense out of your brain.

“Shiiit, that’s it. Shut your pretty mouth and take this dick.” He grits out, hand gripping tighter around your throat. With a choked out sob you nod your head pathetically, letting him have full control over you. Gripping the back of one of your thighs with his other still tight around your throat he bends one of your legs to your chest. Hitting you deeper, the new position has your hands coming up and clutching the one around your throat. Grip tight, as his eyes flood with dark lust, both of his pupils are blown wide. You’ve never seen this sight of Seonghwa, and you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t addicting.

“Going to give you all my babies, Fuck!” He roars out once more. Gathering all his saliva he spits on your cunt, hips never letting up on pounding you into the mattress. Pressing his body onto your front pushing you further into the mattress. His hand reaches down and wraps around your throat, picking your head up off of the bed. With drool running down your mouth, sweat covering your forehead. You look like you just ran a marathon. Voice cracking with each powerful thrust he gives you, your hands help hold your body up, elbows shaking at the intense speed he’s striking you with. Giving you a sloppy kiss, teeth clashing against yours you let out a squeak. Dropping his full weight on you, you groan out his name. Parting your lips with his own, sticking his tongue down your mouth he opens his eyes, making direct contact with Jongho who is gripping the clipboard tightly still.

“You like watching me fuck her?” He asks, voice laced with venom. Hips snapping against the meat of your ass, each thrust hikes your body up the bed. Mattress creaking with each movement he does. Pausing his thrust, he pulls your body off of the bed, locking his arms behind you, so that you sit up right. His sweaty, wet chest against your back. Your naked body once again on display for Jongho. Kissing the side of your neck, he nips at the skin, marking it with his bites. Dark hickies dance along your neck, not stopping til he’s satisfied with his work. Giving you one powerful thrust almost doubling over from the strength of it. His hips begin to piston in and out of you once more, arms locked tightly behind you back. Looking over your shoulder he watches as your breast bounces with each thrust.

“Look at that doc..” he grits out, head cocking back slightly at the feeling of your warm, sopping wet walls wrapped around his throbbing cock.

“See how well she takes me.” He says through a laugh, your body grows hotter knowing Jonghos eyes are directly on you both. As Seonghwa feels your cunt clench around his member. Hitting you with one deep thrust, he pulls you back more, making sure to arch your back even further.

“I think we have a exhibitionist on our hands Doc.” Seonghwa sings out, before slamming you down on his cock. Making sure to match the strokes to the way he makes you bounce on top of him.

“She’s so fucking wet.” He groans out, watching as your cum, mixed with own , runs down your leg. Thighs are still sticky with your arousal, the cum mixing makes loud squelching noises each time he thrusts inside of you.

“You wanna taste her?” He asks eyes flickering an even darker shade as he rag dolls you up and firm his cock, you can’t help but let out a small whimper at the thought of Jongho kneeling before you both. Letting your body go you flop down onto the mattress. As you land softly, he slaps your ass hard.

“She’s a fucking slut.” He says slapping your ass once more, grabbing the meat of it and slamming you down. Wrapping a hand around the back of your neck..

“But she’s my slut.” His eyes lock with Jonghos as he’s got you hiking up and down his cock. A wicked smile breaks out onto his face, Jonghos had enough of this personality, flicking through the paperwork checks off the name Yunho..

“We’ll say goodbye Yunho.” Jongho says hitting the button on the light, a huge white flash fills the room. Seonghwa doubles over letting out a loud cry, pulling out of your spent pussy, a quiet pop is made as he pulls away, cunt instantly oozing with cum. The warm feeling runs between your legs. Letting out a satisfied sigh you cause your eyes, trying your best to mellow out your breathing.

“Look how messy you are.” Seonghwa says with a squeak to his voice, letting out a small groan you already know what personality has appeared.

“Yunho slutted you out.” he says, dragging two fingers between your folds, clit swollen and sore. Letting out a small hiss as he glides through your cunt.

“Woo please..” you say silently, trying to bat his hand away. Your eyes poke open, trying to take a peak at him. Sitting on his knees behind you he puts a hand under you, helping you roll over. As your breast comes into sight. He dives face first into your chest, mouth wrapping around your pebbled nipples. Moaning at the taste of you on his tongue, he grabs onto your other nipple, brushing a finger over it, you let out a whine. Bringing a hand up to brush the dark locks out of his face, as he continues to suckle on one of your nipples, you watch a devious smile grace his face.

“You taste so good.” He groans out, mouth full of your breast. Those mischievous eyes always have an underlying motive. As he continues to suckle on your breast, he pinches the other one a pathetic whimper leaves your throat.

“One day milk will come out of these.” He says giving your nipple a harsh pinch before attaching his mouth onto your sore one.

“It’ll be a fight between me and Yunho about who gets to try your milk first.” The thoughts of the warm liquid pouring into his mouth have his cock jumping.

“We are going to fill you to the brim, then you are going to take another load, and another.” He says with a smile, resting his forehead against your boob.

“You will be swollen with our child.” He says with glee, mouth detaching from your nipple, giving it a kiss before switching to the other. His dark eyes shift over to Jongho, a small squeaky laugh leaves Seonghwas throat.

“Wanna watch me put a baby in her doc?” He asks, voice laced with mockery. Jongho has had enough of each personality that has made its way through, they were not who he was looking for. You look up lazily as you watch him clutch the small remote, seeing his thumb flex you quickly try to shield Seonghwa, yelling at him to close his eyes.

“No, no, n-Fuck!” The flash of white light goes off again, your body falling lax once more. Letting out a quiet sigh you look down at Seonghwa, the way he fidgets with hands you immediately know who has taken over. A bright blush brushes over his face and neck. Trying his best to cover his chest up, he leans forward nose bumping yours, giving you a small kiss before snapping back against the bed.

“Yeosang it’s okay.” You breathe out, tone laced with tiredness.

“No, no, no!” Jongho groans out in frustration before clicking the button multiple times, a loud roar leaves his throat. You watch as his muscles contract, you’ve never seen this side of him before. Your eyes grow big with worry, cocking your head back as you watch as an evil grin paints Jonghos face.

“There it is! The thing of the hour!” He says satisfied.

Watching as his eyes cut, you see Seonghwas body grow bigger by the second, muscles rippling his thin frame. His eyes grow a shade of black you’ve never seen before. His pupils are blown wide, mouth open in a snarl. Your body freezes below him, a shaky hand goes out to touch his firm chest that’s rippling with a new muscle every second. As your warm fingertips go to touch the man nestled between your shivering thighs you call out his name softly.

“Seonghwa..” you whisper, eyes having a sliver of hope that he’s still in there somewhere.

“This is the beast.” Jongho states, noting down how many clicks and what it all took for him to get Seonghwa to this current persona. You can feel the deep growl resonating in Seonghwas firm chest.

“Hey…hey…I’m right here.” You whisper out, both hands coming in contact with his face. Worry fills your voice, you needed Seonghwa here and now with you. As you mutter Park Seonghwa over and over again, the Beast continues to stare at Jongho with anger flicking with each blink. His nails grow long, pinching your delicate skin, as he comes to grab your hands off of his face gently.

“Please don’t do this.” You whisper out, tears fill your eyes. Seonghwas eyebrow flickers, eye twitching with another personality trying to break through.

“Show her..” Jongho whispers out, Seonghwas ears twitch as if he was an animal at Jonghos quiet sentence. Eyed growing dark once more he lets out a growl, bed creaking as his body grows heavier with each passing second.

“Shut up!” Seonghwa booms out, this voice you have never heard before. As his large body tries to break from the grasp you have on his face.

“Seonghwa please, please, please.” You mutter out, tears streaming down your face. His ears twitch again, letting out a blood curdling roar he doubles over, panting heavily.

“Doll, please..” Seonghwa breathes out, his mommy persona rising through the darkness.

“Mingi take her out of here.” Jongho says into his walkie talkie, trying to claw your way off of the bed, to rush Jongho, he shoves you down to the ground. Ass hitting the floor with a thud, Seonghwas body snaps up, charging Jongho.

“No! Don’t hurt her.” He says through an animalistic tone, clicking the button, Jongho watches Seonghwas large figure hit the floor in pain. A loud cry comes from him, as you begin to get your breath again you make your way towards Seonghwa.

“Please don’t hurt her.” His mother persona breathes out, clutching his chest in pain.

“Stop it!” his Wooyoung persona cries out as Jongho hits the button once more. As Mingi slams the door open he’s frightened by what he sees. Your crying naked form trying to shield Seonghwa as Jongho stands large above the both of you. He was playing God. As Mingi scoops you up off of the floor, your hands try to grip anything it can to stay in the room. Tears fill Mingis eyes at the desperate attempt you make to stay in the room with your lovers. As he’s got you hoisted in the air you scream, and kick your legs.

“Put her in a room of her own.” Jongho says proudly before clicking the button again, the white flash flooding the room once more. Mingi opens his tight shut eyes, he nods carrying you out into the dead empty hallway. You thrash, attempting to scratch Mingis hands so he would let you go. Yet nothing works. You can barely look at his own sad face, Mingi knew how much you loved Seonghwa, everyone knew. It wasn’t a secret, you wanted the odd man in every way. You wanted any and everything that came with him. Being apart from him felt like half of you was missing.

“Let me go! Seon-Seonghwa!” You scream as Mingi grabs your naked body, hands slipping due to all the sweat and cum that’s cakes on your skin. Tears fill your lash line. You thrash in Mingis hold you continue to scream out for Seonghwa. Trying your best to rip out his hold, you begin to punch Mingis hands that are holding you tightly.

“Let me go!” You scream, thrashing even harder. The shame of being naked in his hold is the second to last thing on your mind. You watch from the small window that’s on Seonghwas heavy steel door. The flash of white continuously goes off. The loud cries from each personality fill your ears. Body tiring from the constant thrashing as you can hear your lovers in distress.

“I’m so sorry Y/N..” Mingi says through a whisper. Tears begin to streak down your face. Lip trembling as you let out a loud whail. Your hands come to your mouth to conceal the noise. Mingis grips never eases up as he has your feet dangling from the ground, a large arm firm around your waist.

“I hate you, I hate every single one of you in this place.” You whisper as the cries from Seonghwa go quiet.

“I hope he kills all of you.” You whisper void of any emotion. The white light stops flashing in the room and the hallway lights go out, leaving the bright red glow from the emergency exit signs to keep the dark hallway with some form of light. The sudden slam of the door to Seonghwas room startles you and Mingi. With a noticeable jump he lets go of you, your body hitting the floor, not even caring at the pain of the sting. Your body lays flat against the tiles, crunching into the fetal position. As Mingi looks down at you he fiddles with his utility belt, pulling the small flashlight from it, cutting it on he flashes it down the hallway not seeing anyone there with a loud whisper he calls out to Jongho. With no response, he looks between your crying figure on the floor, and the hall once more. Your small sniffles fill the area, adding to an eery environment.

“I hate you, I hate you..” you mutter quietly, as you hand holds your lower stomach. Seonghwa being ripped from you in more ways than one had you nauseated.

“I’m going to check on Dr. Jongho, stay right here.” Mingi whispers out, terror filling his voice. As he takes one step forward he hears a loud creak. Planting his feet still, he can feel a heavy breath on his neck. Biting his lip, tears fill his own eyes, the flashlight dropping as he’s suddenly pulled into the darkness. A loud cry roars from him before it falls silent again, not even bothering to look back, to heartbroken at Seonghwa being torn from you. Your body rocks back and forth on the floor. Still hunched in the fetal position, ass naked, with zero care in the world.

“There, there..” Seonghwa says, that soft feminine voice falls on your ears. Eyes immediately shooting at him. A large blanket covers your naked frame, his warm hand brushes your cheek. Your eyes fill with more tears, breaking out into a loud sob. Seonghwa lays down right next to you, caressing your body. As your body racks through continuous sobs you feel the muscles from the beast slowly go back into his body, his large muscular frame goes back into its original state.

“Mommas here..” he says, giving the back of your head a kiss, bringing you closer to his chest you cuddle him further.

“Mommas gotchu..”

“We got you..”

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joojeans · 7 months ago

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˚◞♡ ⃗ I Dare You Pt. 2

♡ Bestfriend!Fuma x Afab!Reader

♡ Summary: You’re sitting on the floor with your friends playing a juvenile game–truth or dare. Things have been spiraling out of control for some time now, but what happens when you’re dared to turn on one of your best friends without touching them? Can they handle it? Can you handle it? Spoiler alert: neither of you can. Find out how things go from seriously fucked up to seriously fucked, one member at a time.

♡ WC: 3.7k

♡ Content: mildly jealous fuma, finger sucking, fuma calling reader pet names, fuma calling reader good girl, reader is foaming at the mouth for fuma tbh (i get it), soft dom fuma, light fingering, unprotected sex (be smart), the actual intercourse is a very small part of this but that's how i wanted it <3

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You lift your head from Euijoo’s shoulder at the sound of your name, eyes finding the mouth responsible almost instantly–Nicholas. He’s giving you the look: the one that says put your phone away and play with us properly. You give him a sheepish smile and slide your phone into your back pocket, sitting up straighter to convey I want to be here.

“It’s your turn, by the way.”

“Oh.” Awkward.

“So, truth or dare?”

“Tru–” You stop yourself. The truth is usually easier, at least for you, but you feel a bit bad about not being as involved as everyone else, so you figure the riskier option might help make it up to them a little. It can’t be that bad, right? These are your best friends. “Uh, I mean, dare.”

“Oh?” This time, Nicholas is taken by surprise. “Gimme a sec, I wasn’t prepared for you to actually pick dare.”

You nod, sitting back on one arm while your other hand mindlessly plays with the rips in Euijoo’s jeans. As if inspired by you, he does the same on his other leg.

Nicholas’s face is morphing between concentration, intrigue, and curiosity as he looks around the room. It seems like he’s hoping to be spoon fed the dare by one of the other guy’s faces, and while it doesn’t seem to happen quite like that, it does kind of work.

“Okay, hear me out.”

Your stomach tenses at the words alone. Nicholas only prefaces things like that when he’s about to propose something your instincts will protest. “Nicholas.”

He holds his hands up in defense, a guilty smile playing on his lips. “Wait, wait. Just listen.”

You roll your eyes, your shoulders shrugging in surrender. Euijoo, Fuma, and K are all looking at Nicholas, certainly dying to know what he’s up to.

Nicholas starts carefully, the honey of his voice smoothing over any startling words. “It’s just that… I couldn’t help but notice that Fuma’s jaw was tense just now. Like, it was locked. And it was because he was watching you… with Euijoo.”

Every head in the room sans Nicholas cocks just slightly. No one seems to be privy to whatever Nicholas is talking about. You look at Euijoo, trying to put the puzzle pieces together for yourself, but he looks just as surprised as you. Your eyes scan him for any signs of you having done anything with him, though you know you haven’t. Then you realize.

Your fingers are still idly playing with the rip of his jeans. That’s it. It’s innocent enough, your fingertips only occasionally pushing inside of the material to lightly scratch at his skin, but you hadn’t even been totally conscious you were doing it.

“Wait. You’re saying this–” You motion generally to the jeans in question.

“Yes.”

You glance up, looking for Fuma. His jaw is definitely tense, but now it seems to be more out of annoyance than–what was it? Disgust? Jealousy?

You look back to Nicholas, still not sure what his point is and definitely sure you don’t want to annoy Fuma any further. “Okay, so what about it?”

Nicholas pushes his tongue into his cheek, a sly grin adorning his face as he prepares to finally reach the climax of this much-too-built-up dare. “I dare you to see how much more you can frustrate him. He seemed to want your attention, so why not let him have it? If you manage to turn him on, I’ll pay for your uber home.”

You only get a moment to process everything because Fuma is nudging Nicholas with his shoulder and muttering words you can’t hear. You’re worried that he’s uncomfortable even if it wasn’t you that started all this. You look from K to Euijoo, hoping that either of them will speak up, but they just look amused and confused, respectively.

Is Fuma really jealous? Does he think of you like that? You had never thought so, but you can’t exactly say you’d be complaining if he does. He’s Fuma. Handsome. Strong. Respectable.

“So are you saying you’re afraid to let her try?” Nicholas laughs. The conversation is finally audible to third party ears again.

Fuma clears his throat. “No. I’m saying that I don’t think it’s very fair to be putting her in that position.”

The atmosphere gets eerily quiet, awkward. You and everyone else know that you’re the only one that can speak for yourself. Strangely, you like having the upper hand like this. It feels like there are exciting possibilities with a handsome man that you’re now maybe starting to think about differently.

“I don’t mind, you know.” And you don’t.

The quietness carries on. Everyone needs you to elaborate.

“I mean, we’re all having fun here, right?” Everyone nods, albeit slowly. “And I could certainly use a free uber home later. So… why not? Unless you are opposed, of course.”

You plaster on a lighthearted, playful smile and it feels like the tension is slowly but surely being sucked out of the room. All four sets of eyes move to Fuma. His move.

“I can’t say that I was prepared for this, but… okay. Who am I to deny you an opportunity for a free ride, right?” His tone is equally playful and it relieves you.

Relieves everyone, really. Now that all parties are seeing eye to eye, everyone can breathe.

“Well, have at it.” Nicholas motions you towards Fuma and you chew on your lip for a moment. This is probably going to be really fun for you, but you haven’t exactly thought it through. Still, the show must go on.

You carefully sit up until you’re squatting on your feet. You lean forward until your knees hit the floor, crawling hands and knees in Fuma’s direction. He’s watching you, seemingly unaffected as his eyes stay locked on you.

His back is resting against the sofa as he sits on the floor, feet planted, knees bent, forearms resting on his knees. His feet are far enough apart that you can just squeeze yourself between his legs. You do, your hands linking themselves with his as you sit on your knees. His head falls back just slightly on his shoulders, looking down his nose at you. His lips are parted just slightly and his eyelids are lowered, but he otherwise looks the same as he always does.

“Hi, Fuma,” you coo, batting your lashes sweetly.

“Y/n.” There’s a seriousness to the way he speaks, but he gives you a small smile that can only be described as adoring.

“I hear you were feeling a little jealous.” You mock pout, bringing one of his hands up to your face to nuzzle it. “Is that right?”

Fuma exhales an almost-laugh, tongue pushing into his cheek. “I don’t know if I would call it that.” The other guys can’t see it, but the hand that’s brushing against your cheek squeezes yours. It feels like validation that he does feel something for you, even if he hasn’t said as much.

“No?” You free both of his hands from yours momentarily, instead placing all of your focus on one of them. You open his palm with your fingers–his one hand needs both of yours to do this properly–and massage up to his fingertips. “Seemed like you didn’t really like what I was doing with my fingers.”

It’s barely noticeable, but Fuma’s breath catches in his throat briefly. You cock your head innocently, watching as the gears behind his eyes turn, trying to figure out your next move so he can beat you to it.

“I should make that up to you, right?” You press soft kisses upon each fingertip. “Show you I’m sorry for upsetting you like that?”

Fuma watches intently as your lips travel across each fingertip, between each knuckle. “I mean– You don’t have to–”

Saving him the struggle of finding the right words in this complex situation, you pull your head back just enough to straighten his fingers completely and suck his index and middle finger between your lips. You can hear a gasp from someone in the room, but it’s not Fuma. The only reaction he gives you is an almost imperceptible slackening of his jaw.

Unwavering, you let your tongue snake around and between his fingers, humming happily. You thought you’d have to fake that part a little bit, but now that you’re actually doing this, you’re really fucking enjoying it. Something about Fuma not giving into you so easily is making wetness pool in your panties. To be frank, you can’t think of anything else you’d rather be doing other than sucking on Fuma’s pretty fingers. Maybe this was supposed to be about seeing how much you could get to Fuma, but it seems like you’re getting to yourself more than anything right now.

Fuma lets you get carried away, mouth working his fingers the way they would his cock. There’s a slight burning in your cheeks knowing that other people are watching you, but you can’t care enough to stop yourself. Worse, you feel your heart skip a beat when Fuma reaches out to brush away the few strands of hair that found themselves stuck in the little pool of saliva on the corner of your lips. Fuck, even right now he’s a gentleman.

You moan softly at the act of care, but it’s cut off by a second, surprised moan when Fuma presses his fingers down firmly on your tongue. You stop moving, eyes wide as you look at Fuma. He presses them down further until your mouth opens and your jaw forces apart. He just looks at you as you sit on your knees, mouth and jaw open for him, his fingers still pressing on your tongue. “Good girl.”

Oh fuck.

He removes his fingers from your mouth and wipes the saliva on your lips with his thumb. “Alright, that’s enough.”

You don’t know what to feel. Embarrassed? Maybe. Confused? Yeah. Turned on? Absofuckinglutely.

Nicholas speaks up before you can even begin to think of what to say. “Hey, you don’t get to decide when it’s over. Money is on the line here.” He’s half joking.

“I said it’s over. It worked. I don’t think you need to see the physical evidence.”

It worked?

In a move that would be extremely inappropriate on any other day, everyone in the room glances towards Fuma’s crotch. No one can be sure of anything based on the way he’s sitting, but considering he confirmed it himself, it seems that you were successful.

That’s great and all, but now you have to deal with the aftermath of all of your friends watching you act… like that. You have to change the subject immediately or you might die of embarrassment.

“Alright, Nicholas. Pull your phone out right now and send me the money you owe me.” You playfully toss your hair and retreat back to your spot next to Euijoo, hoping like hell everyone can forget what just happened.

Euijoo seems to stiffen a little when you sit next to him this time and you’re not sure if you love or hate that. Still, you rest your head against his upper arm, eyes trained on Nicholas to make sure he does what’s promised. He laughs when he realizes you very much meant right now and pulls his phone from his pocket.

“Don’t worry about it,” Fuma mumbles quietly to Nicholas. No one else hears him, but you’re hyper aware of him after… what just happened… so you do. Nicholas looks over at him, clearly confused, but Fuma explains himself. “Send her the money still, but I’ll take her home.”

Nicholas smirks.

You’re standing at the far end of the kitchen, head resting against the wall near the fridge. You’re ready to go home, but you don’t want to ruin the mood for everyone else by being the first to leave. Still, you decide to open uber and see how long it would take for a driver to come get you. As it goes, there’s a driver only five minutes away. Tempting.

“Should I grab my keys?”

You glance up from your phone to see Fuma standing at the other end of the kitchen. He looks calm and composed as ever. The way you feel looking at him could be considered anything but.

Silence hovers between you for several moments as you consider how to answer. Fuma never actually spoke with you about driving you home tonight. You’re pretty sure he doesn’t even know you overheard his hushed words to Nicholas. It seems bold for him to just assume you’d take him up on it, but then again… maybe not? You are friends. You seem to be forgetting that a lot tonight.

Still, you’re not an idiot.

“Yeah. If you don’t mind.”

With a nod, Fuma disappears into the living room. You mentally prepare for a ride home that is sure to be unlike any other.

He returns only a minute later, keys in hand. “I told them that we’re leaving and that you said goodbye. I hope that’s okay?” You nod. Your hero. You’re not in the right headspace for all the formalities tonight. Fuma offers you his arm and you hesitate, but you ultimately take it and walk out the front door with him.

The car ride is miserable. You’re both quiet and Fuma keeps asking if you’re feeling okay when you’re very much not feeling okay. Especially not when you’re watching the way his hand glides across the steering wheel effortlessly. Especially not when his other arm is propped against the driver’s side door, hand rubbing his jaw and lips. Especially not when you’re trying to not look at either of his hands and instead find your eyes trained on his lap, his muscular thighs looking all too inviting. It’s all you can do to not pounce on him in the middle of the highway.

Since when do you feel like this about Fuma?

Since approximately three hours ago.

You try like hell to shake it off and stare out your window instead. Safe.

When you pull up to your apartment, you expect to give Fuma an awkward goodbye hug and a thank you and then scurry away to hide yourself from him for the foreseeable future. That’s not what happens.

Fuma turns off the car and removes his keys. He steps out of the car and comes to your side to open it for you, arm protectively around your lower back as you let him guide you to your front door. You turn to face him then, eyes inquisitive.

“Well… goodnight? Thank you for the ride home. You really didn’t have to do that. I did get a free ride tonight, you know.” You laugh half-heartedly, mentally cursing yourself for bringing up anything even tangentially related to what happened between you tonight.

“You’re welcome. Are you going to open the door?”

You hesitate. Again. “Oh, uh… yes?” You unlock and push the door open, stepping just inside to say goodbye again. He just wants to make sure I’m safely inside before he leaves.

Nope. Fuma carefully nudges you further into your apartment so he can step inside as well, closing the door behind him.

What is going on?

You look up to Fuma and cock your head, prompting him to explain himself. He smiles at you with a subtle confidence that makes you feel like you’d do anything to please him. “What?”

“I don’t understand what’s happening right now.”

Fuma chuckles, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “Y/n. You couldn’t sit still the entire ride home. Did you think I couldn’t feel you staring at me?”

He pauses in case you’d like to answer. You don’t.

“Did you or did you not want me to come inside with you tonight?”

Well…

“Fuck, Fuma. I don’t know. Nothing about what I’m feeling or wanting tonight feels normal.”

He nods, taking your hand and walking you to your dining table. He sits in the closest chair and carefully maneuvers you onto his lap. You’ve sat in his lap many times before, but never like this–not straddling him, not with his face so close to yours. “Let me help you figure it out then, mm?” A pause for you to nod your agreement. “Did you like it when you thought I was jealous earlier tonight?”

You narrow your eyes. “You were jealous.”

“Not the point. Did you like it?”

“Well…a little bit, yeah. I don’t know why.”

“That’s okay. Did you like it…” His hand cups your face, thumb brushing over your bottom lip. Your body memory recalls him doing that to clean your own drool off of you only hours before and your cunt throbs. “...when you had my fingers in your mouth?”

“Yes.” You answer too quickly. You didn’t mean to do that.

Fuma’s lips quirk into a small smirk, humming his approval. “Do you want me to kiss you right now?”

Fuck it. If he’s going to ask you about every single feeling and desire, you might as well just be completely honest.

“Fuma, if I’m being honest, I want you to do more than just kiss me right now.”

A brief flash of surprise reflects from Fuma’s eyes, but he never falters. He gathers your hand in his. “Is that so?” He places your hand over the button of his jeans. “Tell me what it is you want me to do then, angel.”

Your lips part in a silent gasp as you glance down. You can finally feel that he was affected by you even if he’s good at hiding it. Your hand tries to curl around the girth of his clothed cock, but his jeans are too thick and stiff. Your eyes flit back up to his, sparkling. You work on pulling his button loose and his zipper down as you speak, silently praying he doesn’t stop you. “I need to feel you inside me. Want you to make me cum.”

Fuma smiles, taking your hand away from his jeans and pressing a kiss against the back of it. “Using your words so well, yeah? That’s a good girl.” He laces his fingers through yours, free hand ghosting down to free himself from his jeans.

You chew on your lip at the sight of his uncovered cock, mouth instinctively watering, but he doesn’t let you get caught up for too long.

“Lift up just a little for me.”

You do as requested and he frees the hem of your dress from under you at all sides before letting you sit back down. His hand slides up the top of your soft thigh, inviting itself between them. You whimper at the proximity before he’s even touched you and he playfully slaps your thigh. “So needy. Cute.”

His hand continues its journey, feeling the wet cloth of your panties for only a moment before pulling them to the side. He lets his long middle finger glide between your slick folds, licking his lips as he realizes how truly needy you actually are. “Must’ve been so uncomfortable sitting in your pretty panties like this all night.” He guides the hand he was holding to his shoulder and leaves it there. Understanding, you hold it and Fuma pushes his finger inside you, relishing the relieved moan you gift him.

“There we go. Feels so much better, mm?”

You nod somewhere close to frantically. “So good, Fuma. Want more.”

“Mhmm. I know.” He adds a second finger and slowly starts to scissor them, making sure you’re nice and open for him. His eyes are all over your face as it scrunches up in pure pleasure, his free hand rubbing your hip to soothe you. “Think you’re ready to sit on my cock, angel?”

“Sofuckingready,” you breathe out at once. You lean your body forward, your arms wrapping around Fuma’s neck. You rest your forehead against his while he takes advantage of your positioning, removing his fingers from you and angling his cock towards your entrance.

He hesitates. You feel rabid.

“Tell me you’re sure.”

“God, I couldn’t be more fucking sure. Please.”

His lips twitch into a small smirk. “I got you.” He inserts himself inside you with one hand, his other gently guiding your body down. Your eyelids flutter from the fullness of him, slowly stretching you open until you’re fully impaled on him. He feels better than you could’ve imagined and your eyes close, feeling like you’re in a wet, lucid dream.

Usually, you would take control of the situation–moving yourself up and down his cock at your will–but something about being with Fuma makes you feel small. Like you should be taken care of instead. Like you don’t have to lift a finger.

Seemingly, he feels the same.

Both hands on your hips, Fuma takes care of you. He rolls his hips up into your aching cunt, his hands aiding him by guiding you along his length. He asks almost nothing of you, all too happy to single-handedly provide you both what you’ve been craving. He watches as your head slips back on your shoulders, your jaw slack from the blissful pleasure of him.

“There you go, angel.” His voice is solace. “Hold onto me.”

Your fingers curl into either side of his shoulders, doing your damnedest to keep yourself up. The room is eerily quiet–only the sounds of your slick, Fuma’s praises, and your soft exhales peppering the air. Despite how urgently you felt you needed this, everything about it is tender. The way he holds you, moves you, fucks you–it feels like love.

And maybe it is. You’ve always loved each other. Just…never like this.

Or maybe you didn’t know it was like this.

You’re not sure how long you carry on like this. You feel dazed, suspended in a beautiful haze with Fuma. Even your orgasm feels careful, gradually building until it takes over you, flooding your body with warmth and dopamine and oxytocin, flooding Fuma’s lap with a thank you. You don’t realize he also found release until you slowly blink your eyes back open to see the remnants of pleasure etched onto his face.

You smile at each other weakly, fondly. You lean your forehead against his once more, the two of you catching your breath in tandem. You feel his lips moving within centimeters of yours.

“Let’s go to bed.”

#fuma #fuma smut #&team smut #andteam smut #&team fuma smut #andteam fuma smut

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dragon-chica · 1 year ago

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Creep Alert - Teen Wolf Preference

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Because someone has made me very uncomfortable at weekly pinball and I would like to take Theo.

Stiles: Okay he's not always the most observant person around, he will be talking to himself trying to figure something out or keep walking not realizing someone else has come up and gone all up in your space. When he turns about and you are visibly uncomfortable he RUNS back, trip/sliding between you and the guy pushing his hand off. Might have yelled "CREEP ALERT" on his way over, mile a minute talking asking if you're okay, did they do anything? name drops that he is the son of the sheriff and can get that guy written up for harassment. "Do you want to file a report on him? I'll call dad right now. Don't you go anywhere, we're not done here- PARRISH!" Spots a squad car and shouts over (it was not Parrish) and it becomes mess. But it certainly did the job.

Scott: Good of heart, dumb of ass. Despite his wolf instinct telling him to destroy the threat, he comes over the moment your scent turns distressed. He comes up right next to you with a comforting hand on your arm and inserts himself into the conversation. Genuinely not realizing this guy's intentions or what's going on besides you're uncomfortable and asks what's going on. Usually he's enough to diffuse the situation, but if someone's persistent he'll instead have you both leave.

Lydia: Has been in this kind of scenario too many times that she sees it coming across the room before anyone talks to you. She's learned exactly how to handle herself, either sweetly or with words that cut. Or if she had a 'big, strong, man' to handle it for her. Lydia's at your side immediately, telling them you're not interested and how far she'll shove her heel up their ass.

Liam: Sure, mess with the S/O of the werewolf kid with IED, that's a good idea. He doesn't usually stray far from your side but a few steps away was enough for someone to take his spot and feel a little too comfortable getting in your space and questioning you. His gaze shoots to you as discomfort sours your scent. He speeds over, eyes flashing gold and getting right in their face with you behind him. Not afraid to get physical if they want to keep it up.

Also if it's Brett coming to flirt with you, either because he's a slut or just to try and piss Liam off and you really are uncomfortable with his advances, all bets are off. Claws are out and he wants blood, it's a whole scene.

Isaac: At first it's a little harder for Isaac to come to your rescue, even though he's a werewolf now he's not used to the kind of confidence of doing something like this. You were always the one to try and protect him, and never faulted him when he didn't come to your defense, just trying to make sure you were okay after.

But now he's a werewolf, he can do better. He stronger. Intimidating. Despite everything, he still had to psych himself up walking over to you, who is obviously uncomfortable. He's not sure how to insert himself, but he is quite noticeable and doesn't have to do much. Being so much taller (and chest puffed) than your pest, they take the smart move to leave. Visibly deflate and swallows after that interaction and asks if you're okay. Gets bashful when you call him your knight.

Malia: No filter and very brash. People have thought of messing with her but the energy she gives off and feral look in her eye is almost always enough to deter them first. You though, are not so lucky. Already very standoffish, once she sense someone is making you uncomfortable she is staring them down and growling, barely keeping her claws in even as they leave.

Derek: He normally is overprotective of you, usually you just roll your eyes at his worries. But you certainly feel safe with a scowling sourwolf beside you. Until he's gone a few minutes too long and someone thinks that's their chance.

When he sees someone crowding in on you he's speeding right through the crowd and shoving them backwards hard enough to make them stumble and once they're thoroughly scared shitless by his hardened stare to flee, he's trying to get you to leave grumbling how "we never should have come here anyway."

#Teen Wolf x reader #Teen Wolf imagine #Stiles Stilinski x reader #Lydia Martin x reader #Isaac Lahey x reader #Liam Dunbar x reader #Derek Hale x reader #Malia Tate x reader #Scott McCall x reader #my stuff

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So I just reblogged a very thoughtful Hen and Karen character meta. And it got me thinking about Hen's arc this season. And the teasers have all kind of stressed Gerrard as being a central plot focus for Buck, stressing that Hen has bigger concerns at home and she has to toe the line with Gerrard so she doesn't lose Mara for good, but here's the thing. Here's the thing. I think THAT is the point of Gerrard. Hen has to find a way to serve under this odious man in a way that will prove she can handle the political pressures of leadership after failing to do so during her last stint as interim captain of the 118.

This got long, so under a cut it goes.

If you look at Hen across the past few seasons, and in particular if you look at last season, one of Hen's character traits that tends to cause her the most friction is that she does not compromise when she thinks (or knows) she's right. And this has historically been a huge source of strength for her. It's what allowed her to withstand Gerrard's captaincy the first time around. It's a huge part of what makes her an exemplary firefighter and paramedic.

It has also, in season 7 especially, been a huge hurdle for her when it comes to leadership. Hen is smart, she is driven, she is confident in herself and her decisions, and she absolutely does not know how to take "no" for an answer. And not once but TWICE in season 7, we saw Hen's conviction in her own assessment get her into trouble. The first was with Councilwoman Ortiz' son. As a paramedic, she absolutely made the right call. She correctly identified his inebriated state, and reallocated on site resources when he was belligerent toward Chimney and offered clear refusal of care. What Hen didn't do was think beyond the immediate facts of the scene and consider ways to limit liability if her assessment was wrong or there were facts she was unaware of (which, spoiler alert, there were. Of both the medical and political variety).

When Hen was being investigated, she did not respond the way an LAFD captain should have. She reacted personally, defensively. She correctly identified that the source of her trouble was political rather than personal, but she still defended herself on a personal basis rather than working with Chief Simpson to find a way to appease the grieving Councilwoman. She reacted as an individual facing a personal attack rather than a leader navigating a sticky political situation, and in the process made the investigation about her (lack of) wrongdoing. She thought that being vindicated would mark the end of her troubles, but instead she ended up making herself a target for a woman looking to blame someone for her grief. A savvy captain would have found a way to deflect attention and smooth things over with the Councilwoman to avoid long term repercussions with a powerful member of the city government, even if that meant accepting a carefully calculated token acknowledgement of blame (perhaps a vague and unspecified blame of the department overall rather than a specific individual, to reduce opportunities for reprisal) to appease the Councilwoman's pride.

Then, even after she was cleared of wrongdoing and reinstated within the span of a single shift, Hen was motivated BOTH by her love and loyalty to Bobby and Athena, but ALSO her own need to prove herself and her own instincts correct when she decides that instead of reporting back to the station to resume her post she was instead going to go against orders to comandeer a helicopter and fly into a hurricane well out of LAFD jurisdiction to try and rescue a cruise ship of unconfirmed status. And she did this with three of her direct reports in tow. Did she ask them to be there? Did she order them to follow her into that helicopter? No. But given that she was technically their commanding officer at the time, their actions were technically her responsibility.

Now again, Hen felt vindicated by the fact that she was RIGHT, the Uno was in dire distress, her blatant insubordination did save lives. But while her actions showed extraordinary individual heroism, they did NOT show the sort of steady, level-headed leadership Hen would need to earn a permanent promotion to Captain. She showed a willingness to do whatever needed to be done to solve the problem in front of her, but not an ability to think beyond the current problem and consider how to best serve the LAFD beyond the current emergency.

So how does all that relate to Gerrard? Well, first of all Hen made herself all but unpromotable in the eyes of Chief Simpson and undoubtedly the rest of the LADF brass, creating a leadership vacuum when Bobby retired unexpectedly. That gives the OPPORTUNITY for Gerrard to step in. But why Gerrard, specifically? Why not some new jackass to terrorize the 118?

Because everything Hen did to survive the first time she served under Gerrard leaned on her value as an individual. In order to grow into the leader the 118 needs, she'll have to survive Gerrard this go-round using completely different methods. And to make absolutely sure she experiences that growth, the show has conveniently given Hen PERSONAL STAKES that render her old methods of survival unusable. Everything Hen did to prove herself in the past involved bucking Gerrard's leadership, showing how capable she was even if it meant undermining him. Now, with Mara on the line, Hen has no choice but to toe the line and keep her nose clean. So how is she going to change tactics and work WITHIN the system? How is she going to show that she can follow regulations and orders she disagrees with, without sacrificing her dedication to doing her job to the utmost of her ability? How is Hen going to prove that she can make decisions that benefit the station and the department long-term while still giving the problem in front of her everything she's got? How can she balance the right thing to do RIGHT NOW with doing what's needed to serve the bigger picture?

If Hen meets Gerrard head-on with defiance and disdain, it will be proof that she has not grown in the intervening years any more than he has. Instead, Gerrard is going to be a test of Hen's ability to show genuine and meaningful leadership without recklessly flouting orders she may not agree with in favor of her own priorities.

Or at least, that's my hope.

#911 speculation #hen wilson #911 s8 speculation

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p1nkshield · 1 year ago

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Estranged Uncle AU! Part 2

"Oh nope! No you don't!" Tim said as he reinforced the computer's defenses. This was slowly moving from being a fun little challenge to being concerning. Who ever this was was really close to fully breaching the batcomputer. Good thing Tim is so good at his job; whoever it was finally got the hint. Tim took a sip of his coffee and went back to the latest case he was looking at.

Tucker took a bite of his beef jerky in triumph. "Too fine foley has done it again!"

His little strategy worked. He would come in front and center with all the fanfare and popups of a hacker with a big ego while his program would sweep dirt in from the back door. While whoever was on the other side focused on his obvious, ham-fisted hacking. Sure Tucker got a little carried away but he was having fun until he was nearly uno reversed. Tucker really didn’t feel like being fully roped into whatever weird billionaire crime "Brucie Wayne" was probably knee deep in. Speaking of Tucker should probably take a look at what he managed to skim.

Now this was weird. Weapons schematics? Info on Gotham's biggest criminals and their whereabouts? Oh no no. This is not good. He really needed to warn Danny.

Danny was blearily enjoying a stack of delicious, stationary pancakes when his phone buzzed.

'RED ALERT DUDE'

'???' Danny replied.

'Bro is a weapons dealer! To like, all the baddies in Gotham!'

Tucker then sent a bunch of screenshots of the small bit of evidence he found. There was even a machine gun flamethrower combo! That one however had a note saying 'sorry jaylad, I’m vetoing this one'.

'so many questions. Who is Jaylad Danny? If you find out tell me so I can avoid them!'

"I knew it!" Danny said loudly.

"What?!? Knew what?!? What do you know?!" Clark said suddenly, dropping his fork.

"My uh history test came back.”

“Oh.”

Poor Clark might be in too deep. To err on the side of caution Danny decided he needs to find out just how deep. Time to deploy his secret weapon.

After Clark left for work Danny immediately booked it to Jazz.

“So, I didn’t like Brucie’s vibe and had Tucker look into him.”

"Danny! Try not to project your experience with one specific rich person onto every rich person you come across!"

"You say that but both times I was right about my hunch!"

Jazz frustratedly looked through the evidence until her face was pale.

"We will unpack your fear of billionaires later, first we need to save our uncle."

Clark returned from work and was met with the gentlest interrogation he’s ever experienced.

"Would you mind if I asked why Bruce was in your house?"

Oh no. Why was she asking that? She seems smart and Clark knows he's a terrible liar. Think Clark. Think.

"He uh, was there for an interview!"

Jazz just nodded. Does that mean it worked? Was that the right thing to say?

"Does Bruce usually make house calls for his interviews?"

What kind of question is that? When in doubt double down on the Brucie Wayne cover.

"I think he finds me entertaining so he kinda just does that. He's pretty eccentric but all of my most popular articles are about him so... what are you gonna do?" Clark added a shrug for good measure.

Jazz nodded again.

"We need to get him away from Clark as soon as possible."

"I was right!"

"you were right."

Part one

#Estranged Uncle au #dc x dp fic #can you tell I know nothing about coding?#bc I know absolutely nothing #clonk Kent is a terrible liar #his mom kept catching him so he gave up

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yeondollie · 9 months ago

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ʙɪᴍʙᴏ ᴅᴏʟʟ .ᐟ ♡ ^_^

. . bimbo! reader x tutor! beomgyu smut ౨ৎ

. . warnings ! NSFW, MDNI .ᐟ, bratty sub! beomgyu, sweetheart dom! fem reader, cockwarming, pet names (mommy, baby, my love, and sweetheart), unprotected sex, bulge kink, oral (m. rec), breast play, beomgyu is kind of mean, size kink, beomgyu has glasses, thats it i think hehehe ;)

. . words ! 1.7k ⟡

a/n ; this is my first post yayy :o !! huge sucker for sub! beomie :( im sosososo sorry if anything is bad, please leave any concerns/comments you may have please and thank you babies ! ఌ︎.

“____ come here please.” you hear your professor call out as you return from your bathroom trip. you didn’t really need to use the bathroom, you just went to reapply your lipgloss and fix your hair like always.

“yes sir? is something wrong?” you say, smiling through your glossy pink lips. “you do know you're failing my class right? a 'd-' is failing as far as i know." your professor says quietly as to not alert the rest of the class of your failing status.

your dumb smile falls as your professor tells you of your grade. the bell rung before you could get a word out to defend yourself. your defense was; you're just a girl, you couldn't do all of this work alone :< !

"listen, you have to get your grade up if you want to pass my class at least to a 'c' okay?" as soon as your professor says this, choi beomgyu catches his attention. "beomgyu, come here please."

"yes?" the tall boy says, catching your attention. he was tall, standing at about 6 foot and he was.. so handsome. you always knew him as the smart kid in class and would often ask him for help, as you were always lost but you've only noticed till now how handsome he was.

"____ here needs some help in my class, could you lend her a hand? maybe on the weekends get together, we're trying to raise her grade." your professor asks of beomgyu nicely. beomgyu didn't look to pleased to have to now spend his weekends tutoring some random girl from his physics class but he couldn't say no to his professor.

"i can do that, i'm free right now actually." beomgyu says in monotone voice, then turning to you. you were kind of spaced out, spaced out looking at beomgyus pretty eyes. "hello? are you free right now?" beomgyu repeats, waving his big hand in your face.

"y-yeah.. i'm free!" you say, overly joyful about spending your evening with this handsome man from your class. on the other hand, he didn't look too joyful. he had to spend his entire evening probably repeating himself over and over again for this dumb girl to understand the easiest concept in the world? kill him. "we can go to my dorm r-right now if you want." you smile through your pretty teeth.

beomgyu nodded his head and began following you to your dorm which wasn't too far away. the walk was.. awkward to say the least but beomgyu started to notice things about you that he hadn't before. the way your heels clicked and clacked as you walked, your perfectly done nails which were pink of course, your perfectly curled hair, you skimpy but prettypretty pink skirt, and your intoxicating scent.

you weren't the sharpest tool in the shed but you were for sure the prettiest and beomgyu knew this. he started to get nervous as the two of you approached your dorm room. you took out your keys, which had a kuromi keychain beside it and struggled trying to open the door. "need a hand?" beomgyu says, smirk on his pretty face. you nod and allow him to take over, opening the door in one swift motion.

you allowed beomgyu to get comfortable, both of you taking a seat on your pretty pink couch ready for him to tutor you. "so what are you not understanding? i assume everything." beomgyu says, chuckling while adjusting his glasses. you felt a bit hurt by this comment, pouting your pretty lips at him but it was true. you truly did not understand anything your professor was teaching in that stupid physics class!

"i'm not as dumb as you think i am.." you whisper softly at beomgyu, looking away from him shyly. he scoffs at this knowing he truly thought you were an idiot. "i'm not! stop laughing at me.." you say in a whiny voice.

"____ you're failing the easiest class on planet earth cmon.. you're pretty fucking stupid." he says, upright laughing straight in your face. you were taken aback from his sudden sassiness, you didn't expect this out of him.

"i have talents.." you say, looking his his eyes and pouting your lips. these 'talents' you were talking about had nothing to do with your brains, in fact it had everything to do with your body. "i can show you."

beomgyus eyes widen, in shock but also curiosity. "we need t-to focus on your studies." he says, pushing up his glasses once more but you could clearly see the bulge in his pants. you giggled and started palming him, looking into his pretty eyes.

"want me to stop?" you say, smiling with those full n pretty lips of yours. beomgyu nodded furiously, moans and whimpers slipping out of his mouth. god you loved that sound, whimpering men !! :D

"d-dont stop baby.. god." he said, head falling back onto your couch. oh you had him hooked, he really wasn't sexually active. like at all, the last time he could think of was.. his mind was blank. sure he would jerk off to whatever nasty porn video he could find on twitter but he hadn't felt the touch of a women in a while, you liked that.

"i haven't even touched your dick yet.." you chuckled, unzipping his pants and freeing his cock from his boxers. you let out an unexpected gasp, never did you think he'd be this.. big. holy shit. "d-dont look at it like that.." he buried his face in embarrassment.

you give his tip little licks while looking up into this eyes, god you would pay for this to be photographed. he looked so pretty, this fucked out already. "d-don't tease me.. please." he begs, finally breaking that sassy attitude he once had.

you abide, being too sweet to turn down his request so you take his whole member in your mouth. his moans and whimpers suddenly become even louder, having you place a hand over his mouth so you wont get another complaint from the neighbors; yes, another. who said you weren't active? ;D

"you like that? what happened to me being 'fucking stupid' honey?" further teasing him, your hands still working on his hard member. he whines and whines, its like music to your pretty ears. "n-no.. no y-you're not.. fuckkkuggh.. m-mommys not dumb no.. i-im sososo sorry.. please u-use your.. shit.. your mouth again." he protests, getting more vocal by the second.

mommy..?

"aww.. my babys needy. dont worry, i've got you okay?" he nods at your reassurance and he started playing with your hair, making a makeshift pony tail for you and continuing to lower you on his cock. making you gag, spit and his precum all over those pretty lips of yours. god he was going insane, he never thought bimbo you would be gagging on his dick. "f-fuck.. c-cumming.. can i-i come mommy?"

you were getting wetter and wetter by the second, his words had such an affect on you it was crazy. you were feeling kind but more like you could already feel beomgyus dick twitching in your mouth so you were going to let him cum. "cum my love, its okay." smiling with your pretty teeth. before you could say another word, he was pulling your head closer spilling his liquid down your throat.

"can we try something?"

you suddenly suggest an idea, and idea had popped into your mind but sucking on him. his moans and whimpers sounded so pretty, why not hear that while having him inside you? "y-yeah.. just.. fuck.. give me a second." he's panting and trying to catch his breath, it was evident he wasn't very active.

you crawl on top of him sliding off your pink lacey panties but keeping your pretty pink skirt on. "wait w-" he was cut off from the feeling of your wet pussy wrapping around his sensitive cock. "fuck!" he moans loudly. he bottoms out inside you, he was stretching out your tight pussy beyond what you thought was possible. "mhmmfggg.." you whimper.

he was waiting for you to move, for you to start riding him but.. nothing. you sat there with his twitching and sensitive dick inside of you, he was getting impatient. he started rutting up inside of you like a needy puppy but no, you couldn't let him. you just wanted to have him inside you, such an intimate moment. "no beom.. no not yet okay my love?" you caress his cheek and place a kiss on it, leaving a pink glossy stain on his cheek.

"please m-mommy.. i need you to move.. now."

you couldn't say no to him, no not at all could you say no. you could feel him breath hitch as you began bouncing yourself up and down on his cock. "babys cock is so b-big.. huh?" chuckling while continuing to bounce on his big dick. "s-stop.. im gonna.. shit.. im gonna c-cum again mommy.." he whimpers out.

"come on.. you can do this.. right? cum in me my love." you manage to moan out as you continue to ride him, now becoming more sloppy as you can feel your high coming. his big cock was hitting your g-spot continuously, making you moan out his name. "b-beomie.."

you could feel his hands slipping under your shirt, under your bra, and starting to play with with your tits causing you to moan again and again in such pleasure. even without much experience, he knew how to please a women. "fuck! you like m-mommys tiddies? mhm?"

"y-yes f-fuck sorry.. sorryy i-im cumming!" beomgyu says through his whimpers and before you can say anything back, you could feel his cum spilling inside of you. you continued to ride on his sensitive cock, chasing your own high in the process. "cum on my dick.. please, please, please."

after releasing on his cock, you pull of of him and feel his hot cum run down your leg. you giggled and pulled up your pretty pin lacey panties back up and fixed your hair once more, being the pretty bimbo you are.

"i think i'm going to need more tutoring session.. right?" the fucked out boy just nodded, not muttering a word to you. he couldn't even maintain eye contact with you now. he was first calling you stupid and now, he couldn't even talk for himself without stuttering to you.

"y-yeah.. more s-sessions."

a/n ; i love sub! beomie with mommy kink urhrhrgrgygyrgygrygrygrygry :( 𖹭

#txt x reader #txt fanfic #txt smut #txt #tubatu #txt scenarios #txt post #beomgyu #tomorrow x together #smut #yeondolliesworks

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yandere-writer-momo · 2 years ago

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Is it alright to have Yandere Jun with mermaid reader who wants to see humans and then leave.🙂😳?

I didn’t forget, it was just difficult for me to picture this. So happy mermay y’all! @scr3amingqueen I finally made a story for your fan art 💕🧜‍♀️🧜

Yandere Baki Head Canons

Yandere Jun Guevaru x Female Mermaid Reader

Jun Guevaru

When Jim finally escaped prison, he returned to the sea. His heart filled with adventure lust

Jun decided to explore uncharted waters and low and behold, he catches a glimpse of a colorful tail of a fish he’s never seen before. A very big fish

He encourages his men to set out nets to try to catch that colorful fish. Maybe it was a new species? Either way, it may sell for a pretty penny

But this fish was incredibly smart. It evaded all of the traps and sometimes, Jun swore he’d seen the upper half of a woman. He brushed it off as him getting a little crazy from being on the water for too long

Then the day comes that he’s finally able to capture that fish and… it wasn’t a fish at all but a mermaid. You were a mermaid that was just curious of the strange creatures on the large vessel, you never meant them any harm

Mermaids were stories of sailors who have been gone for too long on the sea, Jun had no idea that they’d be true. That this beautiful creature that laid out on his ship deck in front of him was real. Yet here you were sobbing in front of the sailors, unaware of the pearls that fell from your eyes instead of tears. A jack pot

Jun has his men put you in a tank of salt water below the ship deck and he makes sure that they make you cry a lot by scaring you. The crew members slap their hands against your tank and make loud noises to get more pearls to fall from your eyes. You’re miserable

A week goes by and you become so incredibly homesick. You miss your family and friends. If only you hadn’t been so curious… then maybe you wouldn’t be so hungry and sad… maybe a song would make you feel better?

It’s late at night and all of the sailors are sleeping except Jun. He’s in his captain quarters trying to figure out where to sell you and that’s when he hears it. The most enchanting melody he’s ever heard

Jun rushes to your tank, his eyes widening at how gaunt your cheeks look compared to when he first found you. Had his crew members not been feeding you like they were supposed to? He’s sad you stop your song and swim to the far corner to your tank. You’re afraid of him… and Jun’s heart twists. He doesn’t know why it hurts him to see the fear in your eyes but it does…

Jun punishes the crew members for their mistreatment of you and takes it upon himself to care for you. It’s the first kindness you get from your captors. You’re extremely hesitant of Jun but you begin to warm up to him over the course of the next few weeks

And you finally speak with him. He’s shocked to learn that you can speak and even more shocked that you understand him. You two begin to converse for hours and he finds you extremely charming. Jun is also thrilled to finally know your name (and you his)

You share with him about how mermaids can gain legs if they drink human blood but you joke with Jun that it’s just a folk tale amongst the other mer. Jun begins to think about it. He really enjoys your company… Jun realizes he’s in love with you. Madly, utterly in love

One of Jun’s crew members tries to touch you while you’re in your tank. You scream loudly in fear. Your scream alerting Jun, the pirate captain running to your defense and quickly giving the member a quick death. He didn’t hesitate to slit their throat. Their blood splashing all over your face and some even got into your mouth…

Imagine Jun’s surprise to see that you now had the lower half of a human woman? Legs and all? He quickly dresses you in his shirt and carries you to his quarters before anyone can see you. Jun lays you on his soft bed with a bright smile

You’re confused on why Jun keeps pressing his mouth to your body as you lay there. Why he’s telling you how much he loves you and how he’s so happy that you can now receive his love. It’s a strange change in the man you’ve come to call your friend to now call your lover

Jun saves that crew member’s blood for you so you can keep your legs. Jun wants you to live with him as a human forever. Jun tells you his wishes of you becoming his wife and even the mother to his children

There’s no hope for escape and Jun convinced his crew to make sure you never escape. That you are to be referred to as Missus Guevara

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moreespressoformydepresso · 2 months ago

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trick or treat! 👻🦇🍬

🎃🦇👻

Idk if you'd consider this a trick or a treat, but here's another writing snippet!! It's an AU I haven't posted anywhere yet outside of one blog post detailing the concept and one post referencing it.

“We should probably go deeper into the city.” He stated after a second of consideration.

“Won’t that risk us being seen?” Lamina asked, frowning at him.

“Not if we’re smart about it.” He gave her a small smile. “They’re looking for missing tributes, not for us, specifically.”

“We are missing tributes.” Tanner deadpanned.

Which was true, they were the missing tributes the peacekeepers were likely already searching for. But they also weren’t, really. How could they be missing tributes if they weren’t tributes at all? Now that they were away from the games, they were just four kids in an alleyway trying to figure out what to do next. It suited Treech just fine. Stressful and scary as the situation might be, it was right up his alley, and he would make sure they didn’t squander this golden opportunity.

“Think about it this way: These people only know us from how they see us, right? Filthy, stupid district scum and all that.” He bit back a laugh at the way Brandy seethed. “They’re looking for vicious beasts running around in filthy, old clothing. You really think they’ll look twice at four slightly disheveled teenagers in fancy Capitol clothing? They’ve got bigger things to worry about.”

“We’re gonna use their prejudice against them…” Brandy murmured, a grin slowly spreading over her face as she mulled it over.

“Exactly.”

If there’s one thing he’d learned on the streets, it’s that the key to success was to be as unremarkable as possible. People paid attention to things that were out of the ordinary. They only saw the things they weren’t used to, and moreover they saw what they expected to see. As long as they didn’t stand out too much, they’d fit right into that picture of normalcy. Then all they had to do was weather the initial storm and wait it out until they found the chance to get out of this stupid city.

“And how will we get those clothes?” Lamina asked.

“I can-”

“No.”

Frowning, he sent his friend a frustrated look, but she simply glared at him with stubborn determination. She wasn’t gonna let this go just like that and they both knew it, which was bad. That was very bad, because they didn’t have time for this. They needed to get out of sight and stay out of sight as soon as possible, they couldn’t afford to waste time arguing. Especially since they had to work together to survive this.

“Mina…”

“No, Treech. I know what you’re thinking and the answer is no. You are not going into that city defenseless and on your own.”

“I’m not defenseless, Lami, I can hold my own!”

“This is different.”

“It’s-” Taking a deep breath, Treech forced himself to calm down.

As frustrating as this was, especially given the timing, he had to be rational about this. Lamina was absolutely right, this was not district 7 and he had to keep that in mind, however… They’d have to do their groceries somehow and theft was the safest bet. But she still wasn’t wrong here, and throwing a fit about her very reasonable objection was not the way to go here. They were on a tight schedule here, so he had to explain this as fast and convincingly as possible.

Mind racing, he tried to narrow down any and all arguments he could think of into the most important one. They could squabble later, now was the time for action. Lamina was only looking out for him, as frustrating as it was to be seen as defenseless or vulnerable when his greatest weapon had always been his mind. Besides, if he couldn’t defend his propositions, how could he claim to be right?

“Look, I appreciate you looking out for me, truly I do.” He forced himself out of the defensive stance he’d adopted. “But if they find out it won’t matter. The sooner we get those clothes, the less people will be alert and the more chance we have of going unnoticed.”

“How about this?” Brandy interjected. “We,” she pointed between herself, Tanner, and Lamina, “find ourselves a place to hide, and then you,” she pointed at Treech, “go find us dinner. Then when night comes and the city’s asleep you break us into a store and we all go on a nice shopping trip.”

Blinking, Treech looked over at Lamina, who looked right back. They stared each other down for a few seconds, evaluating the options laid before them. He could tell she didn’t like the idea of him going out alone at all, but he knew he’d have to do so eventually anyway. He couldn’t be too upset with her though. Had the roles been reversed, he probably would’ve raised hell to stop her from going out on her own. Finally, though, Lamina sighed and turned to Brandy.

“Fine.”

“Sounds good!” Treech agreed immediately.

Honestly? This was a better plan than his own. Definitely a lot safer too. Pushing himself off of the wall properly, he stretched his arms above his head and took a deep breath. Okay, back to business. None of them knew the Capitol, so they’d have to figure out where to go on luck and intuition alone. Definitely not ideal, but beggars couldn’t be choosers.

“Alrighty! Lets move.”

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thezombieprostitute · 8 months ago

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Sparks Fly - Part 6

Summary: After working as an engineer for Wilford & Gilliam Trust for several years you find evidence of seedy dealings and burned books. After turning in the evidence you find yourself in danger and seek help. You're taken into the protection of a mob family where you run into your high school best friend, Mace.

Word Count: ~2k

Warnings: Courtroom stress. Implied violence and murder. Please let me know if I missed any.

Part 5 -- Epilogue

Series Masterlist

During the recess Mace left the courtroom to get some sustenance. He needed something since his nerves had already eaten through his breakfast. He wasn’t allowed to check in on you. No contact with you or the people looking out for you to make sure there was no connection that might be used against your testimony. And it was killing him.

He hit up the nearest vending machine. Not exactly the best option but he didn’t want to stray too far. He kept his eyes moving to his periphery as he watched the candy bar drop. Franco the Younger arriving at the courtroom? Franco the Elder was likely nearby. He knows the security guys are going to be on the alert as well. Maybe they’d already found him and took care of him. Maybe the brothers had both hightailed it. Maybe they were hiding, waiting for an opportunity. There were just too many ‘maybes’ and he needed to calm the hell down.

He turns and tears into the candy bar, hoping the sugar doesn’t make things worse. He looks around and sees Nick coming out of a door labeled ‘Authorized Personnel Only’. Mace makes sure to not look directly at him or draw attention to him in any way but he felt reassured that Nick had done something about at least one of the Francos.

As stressed as he was, he couldn’t imagine how draining this was for you. Having to deal with the barrage of questions, all of the attention focused on you. But damn you were doing an amazing job. He hadn’t had the education and experience you had but he was still able to follow along with your testimony really easily. He hoped that translated to being understandable to the judge and jury.

He hurried back into the courtroom, not wanting to be late for your return. He checked his phone and saw a note from Teach saying she thinks she’s found a job for you but has to discuss the details to make sure it’s a fit. Mace smiles, hope alighting in his chest. He just got you back, finally got to confess his feelings, and there’s a chance he won’t lose you again!

As the trial resumed he hoped you’d be able to see his smile and know that something good was happening.

You wolf down the proffered food and drink. You haven’t had this kind of intense questioning since your Doctorate defense. And that was with people who spoke at your level on these topics! You didn’t have to pull double duty and think of, not just the answer, but how to put the answer in a more generally accessible wording. You’re extra grateful for Scott’s help on that front.

As he’s going through his phone you can see some worry lines form on his brow. You want to ask, but at the same time you’re scared to. If something bad has or will happen, you don’t know that you want to put your tired brain to work trying to process that on top of everything else. It’s scary enough having to give your testimony. Having everyone looking at you. Knowing your every word is being scrutinized.

Scott snaps his fingers in front of your face, startling you out of your panic spiral. “You okay there,” he asks. “Do you need anything?”

“Sorry,” you shake your head. “Just…just started spiraling.”

“For what it’s worth you’re doing an amazing job. I’m nowhere near smart enough for all the technical stuff and even I can follow what you’re saying.”

You smile appreciatively, “how much longer do we have?”

“We’ve got another 20 minutes if you want to stretch your legs or something.”

“More like pacing around the room,” you softly chuckle. They were keeping you in a small, windowless room. The only thing you liked about it was the private bathroom making sure you wouldn’t have to leave Scott’s protection for the public ones.

“Yeah, I know,” he nods. “I’m a pretty active guy so this kind of thing is stifling to me, too. But it is necessary.”

“For my protection,” you concede. “Are there any chocolate chip cookies? I could use some comfort sweets.”

“Of course,” he pulls his phone out again. “I’ll have someone bring a few right now.”

“Thank you,” you say. It’s not as much comfort as being able to be with Mace would provide, but it’s something.

Mace spends the rest of the recess answering questions from his employees and renewing his thanks for them covering for him during the “family emergency”. He’d been so invested in the time spent with you he’d pretty much forgotten about work. That was unheard of since he started working for The Family. Mace chuckled at that thought. He’d been on Curtis to make schedules more consistent so everyone could have planned downtime and then he never actually used his time off. He’d just spend it on-call for the apartments he managed. From what you’d told him your life was pretty similar. Just with a big corporation instead of apartments and mafia intel gathering. Maybe this was a chance for the both of you.

As he’s getting lost in the thought of waking up to you every morning he’s startled out of his daydreaming by the sounds of the trial getting back on. He makes sure to keep a smile on his face. It’s easy to do when he sees you and thinks about getting to spend his time off cuddled up with you. Thinking about getting to hear your laugh every day. Getting to feel your touch. Just getting to be with you without the fear of something or someone taking it away.

You begin answering questions again and Mace spots Nick in his periphery. He’s not sure if that’s a good or bad sign. Is there another hitman here in the crowd? Is Nick just making sure there isn’t someone else? He can’t think about that now. He’s gotta focus on you, reassuring you with a smile if and when you need it. When Nick walks out he does find he can relax a bit more.

When your testimony is over Mace makes a beeline for his truck. On his way out he recognizes Hal in a repairman getup, flirting his way past the front desk. Nick must’ve taken out the younger Franco. Mace feels like he should be helping but he’s been ordered to take care of you first and foremost. You’re his mission.

In the safety of the apartment you let yourself collapse onto the couch. You are beyond exhausted. Mace sits next to you and pulls you in, snuggling you, gently kissing the top of your head, repeatedly telling you what an amazing job you did. You let yourself enjoy the sound of his voice, the feel of his arms holding you tight, the gentleness of his kisses. No concerns, no stress, for just a moment.

“Have you heard anything from Teach,” you ask.

“She texted me earlier today saying she might have something.”

“Did she tell you what?”

“No, she still needs to meet with you and make sure it’s a good fit.”

“The sooner we can meet with her the better. As nice and safe as this apartment is, I know I can’t stay here forever.”

“I’ll ask her when she can stop by,” he kisses the top of your head again. His stomach growls loudly and he blushes, “in the meantime, maybe I should cook up some dinner.” You giggle and let him get to the kitchen.

That night you ask him to sleep in your bed. No sex, you just need to be held. He’s happy to acquiesce.

You’re the first to wake up and the sight of Mace in bed with you makes you feel instantly safe. Remembering that you’re supposed to meet with Teach this morning you check the time.

“Oh, shit,” you exclaim. “AC, wake up! AC, Mace! We slept in!” You start pushing on him and he grumbles awake.

When the words register his eyes snap open, “what time is it?”

“We’ve got about 20 minutes before she’s supposed to be here,” you jump out of bed and go to change.

“Shit,” Mace hisses and follows suit.

You’re both scrambling to change out of your pajamas while also trying to sneak looks at each other. Mace’s build is so much more muscular than you were expecting. The strong arms were one thing but seeing how thick and firm his entire body seems to have become has you stifling a groan.

Mace grabs his phone and sees the text from Teach that she and Curtis are almost there and they’re bringing breakfast. He lets out a sigh, thankful that he at least doesn’t have to worry about food. He’s catching glimpses of you getting dressed and has to keep himself in check. If he didn’t have to worry about timing he’d have already smacked your gorgeous ass and pinned you to the bed.

The two of you manage to get dressed and brush your teeth just as Mace receives the text that Teach and Curtis are here, confirmed by the knock at the door.

When everyone is settled in and eating, Teach tells you what she’s found. “It’s not a high paying job and it’s definitely not high profile like you’re used to, but the free clinics the Family sponsors, need someone to maintain their medical equipment. You’d be reporting directly to Dr. Chris Beck, the Family’s primary physician and the man in charge of keeping the clinics running smoothly. I’m pretty sure you’ll be asked to help with other daily operations, nothing that would violate HIPAA nor anything that would require an actual medical degree, nursing or otherwise.”

You nod as you eat. She’s not wrong that it would be quite the pay cut but she promises that, not only would you, unofficially, be on the Family’s payroll, but that there would be a lot of benefits. You also appreciated that you’d still be allowed, if not encouraged, to continue pursuing your engineering interests. Patents could be negotiated as they came up but those, and any papers you wrote, would all have your name on them.

While you’re going over those details, Curtis and Mace are talking about their work. Mace has to get back to managing and intel gathering within a few days. Especially since it turns out Franco the Elder is on a bit of a rampage. The Wilford & Gilliam company is looking at major fines and payments to families hurt by their products so they’re tightening the grip on their resources. The elder Franco is going out and causing fear in their territory, reminding their people who is in charge. It’s a prime situation for a coup and the Family needs to keep all of their eyes and ears at work with this.

By the time Teach and Curtis head out you’ve signed all of the required paperwork to start your new job. Hell, your new life. Looking over your things you realize, “I’m definitely not going to be able to keep my apartment. I wonder if there’s a studio near one of the clinics.”

“You could always move in with me,” Mace offers. “It’s only a one-bedroom but I can sleep on the couch.”

“Why would you sleep on the couch if it’s your apartment?”

“Because I’m a gentleman like that,” he retorts with a smile.

“Or, we could share the bed,” you tease. “Like last night. But maybe with a little less clothing. Or are you too much of a gentleman for that?”

In a blink Mace has you pinned with your back against the wall, his mouth on yours, his hands roaming and squeezing. You can’t help but moan into his mouth as you wrap your arms around his neck, urging him not to stop.

He chuckles at your whine when he pulls away to catch his breath, “don’t worry, DC. I’ll make sure the sparks fly with every kiss.”

Part 5 -- Epilogue

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jamethinks · 3 months ago

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Dog breed hcs for the boys:

Both boys are mutts. Lots of mixing and mingling to create ideal dogs. Gives them lots of problems, but they're still lovable in the end.

Bond is a Great Pyrenees, Maremma Sheepdog, Kuvasz, and Clumber Spaniel mix. He's a massive dog with a thick double coat. He's surprisingly lazy for his blend but enjoys having work. He's clumsy, too, but that's for comedic purposes. A major issue for him is the tiny apartment. He's big and a guard dog mostly. He needs lots of space and things to protect. When they go to the park, he always ends up herding the kids or other dogs. He also loves herding Anya and forcing her to bed. He sometimes herds Loid if he stays up too late. He really does enjoy walks with Yor because she normally goes to large open spaces where he can run around. Sometimes, they bump into farms, and he starts herding the livestock. Since her epilepsy diagnosis, Bond has been extra attentive to Anya frequently guarding her, pulling her away from crowds, etc. He can also tell when she's about to have a seizure so he can alert Loid or Yor. He struggles a bit with self grooming and requires a lot of help in that field. Yor can spend up to an hour just brushing him. He also eats a lot of food and is prone to obesity so Loid has him on a strict diet. He has very powerful bark and can get very noisy when he's excited. He's massive, almost as tall as Yor when upright and weighs more Fiona (in her defense, she is tiny). Only Yor can easily pick him up, Anya can not even hold a paw. Loid genuinely think Bond would crush her by accident, so he's very weary about leaving the two alone. But in the end, he's a cuddle bug and likes to act like a lap dog much to everyone but Yor's frustration.

Aaron is a German Shepherd and Belgian Malinois mix (a few other breeds in there since he is also mutt). He's very smart, strong, and energetic. Surprisingly, the lazy Handler is actually very good at managing this beast. He's very well trained and even teaches himself a few additional tricks. He loves working and hates staying indoors all day, hence why Handler has to bring him to work or he'll destroy (actually clean) her apartment. Aaron is actually very young, between a year or two, so he's still extra energetic, breed aside. Handler actually loves having such a demanding dog. She used to train a lot of spies, but now she doesn't get the chance as often, so it's stimulating for her. Like I mentioned before, Aaron has taught himself a few additional tricks. He actually monitors Handler's blood sugar to make sure she's eating enough. First, he'll alert her, but if she ignores him, he'll bring her a snack. He also does this to other agents, so if Aaron starts approaching you, it's a clear sign you need to eat (or you're a rat). He can also tell when Fiona is coming and would leave to avoid setting off her allergies. Although he is very intelligent and skilled, he has anxiety from his time as a bomb dog so he can get a bit of stage fright and doesn't like being left alone or he'll start crying because he is still just a baby. He also can't handle fireworks and loud noises. Even gun shots scare him. He has to take anxiety meds and lots of time resting.

Bonus: Nightfall's cats

She has two Siberian Forest cats. One is like 100, weighs 25 pounds (not fat just objectively huge). He's about half the weight of Anya for context. Thick triple layer coat and barely sheds that fucker. The other one is a white kitten (say 6 months to a year), she's partially deaf. The older is extremely well trained, loves to play fetch and enjoys chasing people. Actually very close with Aaron who's always trying to play with him. He loves taking long walks and actually uses a leash. In other words, he's a cat that acts like a dog. People love it and are obsessed with him, but much like his owner, he's reserved and avoids people. The kitten is full of life and energy but still in the process of being trained. Strict ass Aaron always gives her a lesson in behaving (yes, Aaron can train cats. Just another hobby of his).

She has a third one, but it's a Sphynx and spends most of its days in the house cuddling everyone and everything.

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meetinginsamarra · 7 months ago

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mayprompts2024 #8, hobby

Read parts 1-5 on AO3 here

Read part six (calm) on tumblr here

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The Perfect Place - Part Seven

Shocked and terrified, John was totally unprepared to answer, so he said reflexively, “It’s both…”

Only to realize with even more horror what he had admitted right now.

But, however, as always, when John was faced by ultimate crushing edge-of-the-seat life-or-death situations (as in the client would leave and he would get fired) the unbelievable happened. With his blood running cold and his beating heart nearly bursting out of his chest, a sudden zen-like state of detachment and serenity overcame John.

Just like when he had fought on the Afghan battlefields, John’s mind cleared and he heroically mastered the situation and saved himself and others from dying.

John slyly added to the previous words, “…ersome to be alone in a shop with a cash register full of money. Dangerous even. A salesman like me needs protection.”

Sherlock seemed astonished. “Is this actually necessary?”

“Well, it’s a dangerous job here. All the cash from selling all these expensive boxspring beds. Bed shops get robbed every day. I need to be able to defend myself and the money.”

“Ah, I’ve already wondered,” rumbled Sherlock and his voice was not bothered at all. It even sounded a little bit disappointed (implying that Sherlock would have liked it if it had been John’s flesh poking into his behind), “why you would need to carry a gun.”

(As already mentioned, Sherlock was an excellent actor because the image of soldier-John with the army gun brought his mind palace dangerously close to catching fire again.)

John relaxed a bit, noticing that Sherlock didn’t mind the gun and the rigid flesh because he kept snuggling backwards against John's body. Since his customer wasn’t appalled, John might still sell the damn bed (and also get some more glorious impressions of Sherlock’s warmth and scent while lying against each other and enjoying the rumbling voice that seemed to go straight into his groin). Sherlock kept being relaxed so he must believe John’s explanation about self-defense in case of a mugging apparantly. Which was good. Or maybe he knew it was a lie and still didn’t mind. Which was even better.

“Isn’t it illegal to own and carry this army-issue weapon?” Sherlock pushed the topic further by asking innocently. Only one milisecond later, he noticed his slip, hoping John would not.

“Well, yes, if it was a real gun,” came John’s quick-witted retort, “but it’s a dummy actually. An excellent mock-up. It has to scare the robbers away, you know?”

“Very wise of you to always be alert and prepared. I appreciate that.” In my hopefully future boyfriend and flatmate and partner in solving crimes thought Sherlock.

Of course, Sherlock knew that there were multiple lies in John’s explanations but that was exactly what he had wanted to prove. If John could keep calm and resourceful in a stressful situation. Sherlock kept snuggling against John who obviously wasn’t willing to change their position either and Sherlock fell even more in love.

John sighed, happily. But then a question emerged. How could he know that this is a British Army weapon? He’s never seen it. Is he accustomed to have guns pressed against this bum so that he can feel the different types?

(And wasn’t that a disturbing and exciting can of worms to be opened? So many options…)

“How did you know that it was this type of gun?” John asked.

Oops, there’s always something, Sherlock chided himself, dammit, sentiment (lust) has fogged the mind palace and I made a beginner’s mistake, revealing a fact I could not have known. Overlooking despite all the deductions I’ve made that John is pretty damn smart, too.

“I’m an excellent observer,” Sherlock hedged, deflecting, “I recognized the shape even under your cardigan.”

Of course, he lied. Sherlock would not tell John about the stalking, obviously. He planned on telling John later, much later when they lived together as boyfriends, there was no need to jeopardize what he had achieved so far. He could scare John away by revealing to be a creepy stalker.

Sherlock needed to explain further, declaring proudly, “I’ve memorized the different shapes, weights, feels, smells and tastes of various hand fire guns. I wrote a treatise about their differences and how to distinguish them from each other.”

“Impressive,” John said, “including even the tastes. But why? Is licking guns your hobby?”

“Of course not!” Sherlock huffed, righteously offended. “It’s for my work.”

(Sherlock considered that he could lick John in his spare time as a hobby, though.)

“You’re licking guns for a living?” John quipped.

“Don’t be daft. I’ll have you know that I’m working as a consulting detective! When the police is out their dephts, which is always, they consult me.”

“Never heard of this profession before.”

“That’s because I’m the only one in the world.” Sherlock finally turned around to face John. He was incredibly close and his eyes were incredibly blue and full of affection and wonder for Sherlock. “I invented the job.”

“Cool,” whispered John and stared right back into Sherlock’s stunning colour-shifting eyes only to find the affection and wonder he felt reflected right back at him.

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livsoulsecrets · 6 months ago

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Inej&Jesper Fic

@fandombingo Prompt from Wonderland Bingo: “You're thinking about something, my dear, and that makes you forget to talk."

Fandom: Six of Crows

Rating: Mature

Content Warnings: Mention and Discussion of Past Rape/Non-con

Summary: Jesper accidentally triggers Inej in her early days with the Dregs. They work through it.

“But this was Jesper, with his bright, pearly smile and smart mouth. Jesper, who brought her tea in the morning when she returned from some mission that dragged on through the night. Jesper, whose words held no bite when they were directed at her and whose hands didn’t offer a threat.”

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It had been a good day, one of the best Inej had had in years. She had managed to catch a councilman spilling secrets to his mistress earlier, and Kaz had granted her permission to have the Dregs’ improvised training area to herself upon hearing her retelling of the job well done.

She had only been there for three months, but it was already a far better predicament to be in than the Menagerie.

As unnatural as the Dregs’ brutal ways were to her at first, she had found great comfort in the practical ways of that strange group. She was valued for the secrets she stole and the schemes she aided with, not anything else.

There had been incidents with some clients in the Crow Club believing that the nature of her job there continued to be the same, but she no longer had to comply with their advances.

Still, she felt herself living on high alert, anyway. She didn’t truly know her peers, nor did she expect them to be of great morale, considering they were all part of the same gang.

So, she watched her back the way Kaz had taught her to do in her early days and kept to herself. Distance was the best line of defense, and she finally had the right to it again.

In that moment, though, she had no deadly use planned for her weapons. Inej threw them at the makeshift targets Spetch had built out of floor bags and filled with hay, satisfied to watch each of them meet the mark.

Inej lost herself in the easy satisfaction of throwing one blade after the other, only to collect them again to try a different angle or to throw them as she jumped, so much so that she lost consciousness of her surroundings.

Which is why she didn’t register she was no longer alone until a hand touched her elbow.

And then Inej wasn’t on the Slat’s grounds anymore. She was far away, back inside her gilded cage, with Helen’s cruel laugh echoing in the back of her mind as Inej disappeared inside her mind to let the Lynx out.

Her skin burned where it was touched, even through her shirt, and it was no longer just one touch. It was a thousand faceless men sinking their fingers into her, holding her down, forcing her to be still—

Before she could register, she had a knife to the man’s neck, and the tall form was knocked against the wall behind them as she used his own momentum against him.

A high-pitched screech that didn’t match the hostile and forceful body she had attacked cut briefly through her panic.

“Saints, it’s me, Inej.”

None of those men had ever called her Inej. In fact, they hardly ever addressed her, unless it was under the awful title of Lynx or to demand something from her.

“It’s Jesper,” the voice said, and Inej’s eyes narrowed, watching intently as Jesper lifted both hands to show he meant no harm.

Her gaze snapped from his widened eyes to the knife she was still holding against his neck, but neither of them moved for a moment.

When her mind finally slowed down enough, Inej pulled away so quickly that she was halfway across the room before Jesper had even backed off the wall.

It took a moment for her hands to still for long enough so she could return her blade to its place inside her vest, and even longer for her breath to calm down.

She stared at the ground and tried to calm her racing thoughts.

You’re at the Slat, she told herself, and the hands retreated. You have your Saints with you, each of them draped over your knives. The Lynx silk fell off her body. You’re safe. She was Inej Ghafa again.

When she looked up, she was surprised to find Jesper still in the same spot, staring at her.

Once the wave of shock had left her body, Inej felt a bitter anger pooling in her stomach—anger at the way a simple touch could send her over the edge, anger that she couldn’t escape her past even there.

It must have shown in her eyes because Jesper shrank into himself. “I’m so sorry, Inej. I shouldn’t— Saints. I don’t know what I was thinking. I called you and you didn’t answer, so I thought you were distracted and…”

He shook his head and looked thoroughly remorseful as he said, “It won’t happen again.”

This action will have no echo. Her mind supplied a mirror of the words Jesper had just said.

Jesper rocked his body back and forth but stayed as still as he could, and she knew how hard that was for his ever-racing mind.

Her heart ached with something akin to affection at the sight.

She nodded and straightened up her posture.

“Do you want me to leave?” He asked, wrapping his arms around himself, trying to appear smaller and less threatening. There was a note of hesitation in his voice that she had never heard before. It was an honest offer, an attempt to comfort her.

Inej pondered for a moment. Part of her was eager to refuse. Admitting that she needed such comfort would be admitting a weakness, and that was precisely the type of thing that got one killed in the Barrel—or, at least, that was what Kaz was trying to drill into her.

But this was Jesper, with his bright, pearly smile and smart mouth. Jesper, who brought her tea in the morning when she returned from some mission that dragged on through the night. Jesper, whose words held no bite when they were directed at her and whose hands didn’t offer a threat.

She took a deep breath and held her arms tightly around her body. “I’d like to be alone, yes.”

Jesper nodded and backed away towards the exit. He stopped near the door and hesitated for a moment before saying, “If you need to, uh, talk about this... I’m not good at staying quiet, but I can try to listen.”

Inej didn’t have an answer for him, and Jesper didn’t seem to expect one.

He crossed the door, and his footsteps disappeared through the hall, just as Inej muffled a sob against her hand, falling to the floor.

Inej wouldn’t say she was avoiding Jesper.

First, because it was impossible to ignore someone who wore such loud colors and talked at the speed of light. Second, because she was truly busy, and a Spider’s hours were unholy in nature.

She simply didn’t know what to tell him. Should she apologize for almost slicing his neck amidst her panic? Or chastise him for touching her with no warning?

None of the options seemed very attractive, or really what she wanted to do.

All Inej wanted was for nothing to change and for their friendship—if one could even have that in Ketterdamn—to survive this unexpected detour.

Not talking to Jesper was probably detrimental to that goal, but she wasn’t ready to face it yet. What if she had scared him off? Could she judge him, then? As risk-prone as Jesper was, it was understandable not to wish to befriend someone who could turn on you at the slightest scare.

Instead of trying to solve the paradox, Inej sat on the Slat’s roof in the early hours of the morning and stared at the Kerch capital, her head thrown back to feel the wind running through her face.

She’d make the trip to her own room soon enough, but the fresh breeze always helped clear her mind. Inej wasn’t quite sure how she had survived so long behind the Menagerie’s closed doors without it.

Inej heard a window cracking somewhere behind her and the sound of someone cursing under their breath in a language she couldn’t understand as pebbles rolled and the tiles cracked.

She didn’t need to turn around to know it was Jesper. Inej didn’t know any Zemeni, but she could recognize Jesper’s preferred cursed words in all the languages he knew them in.

Slowly, he made his way through the unstable roof and stood on the edge by her side, balancing two warm cups of tea on his hand.

She silently took the one he offered her and sipped it.

“Good?” He asked, drinking from his own.

“Kerch tea still tastes like dirt, but you did the best you could.”

Jesper chuckled but didn’t speak again.

When both their cups were empty and Jesper still hadn’t said anything, Inej filled the silence with, “You didn’t have to risk falling and breaking your neck just to bring me tea.”

He shrugged. “I wanted to.”

It seemed like that was all the reason Jesper needed to do anything. She ought to learn that from him at some point.

“I just haven’t seen you a lot these last few days,” he muttered. The wind carried his words away, nearly silencing them. For a moment, she was tempted to pretend it did.

“I’ve been busy,” she said, but even Inej knew that was a weak excuse.

Mercifully, Jesper pretended to believe it. “I know.”

He rocked his long legs back and forth, looking sideways at Inej.

“You know, my dad says that sometimes, when you think too much about something, it makes you forget to talk.”

Inej grinned, warmth spreading through her even as the wind cut into her cheeks. “And I thought I was the only one with the sayings.”

Jesper laughed too and lifted his hands in a mock act of surrender. “What can I say? The old man knows what he’s talking about.”

It was the first time Jesper had volunteered any information about his dad that went beyond the fact he was Kaelish and lived on a farm in Noyvi Zem.

Inej didn’t comment on it. She knew the pain that could arise from thinking about what you left behind.

She also recognized it for what it was: a bridge Jesper offered for her to cross.

In a way, he was giving her a piece of honesty in return for the one he inadvertently stole earlier that week when he saw her in the thick of her panic.

It was a very Kerch way to think about the kind gesture, but Inej supposed they had both been a bit too engulfed by that godforsaken country at this point.

“He sounds very smart,” Inej said, staring ahead. “And kind.”

“He’s both,” Jesper agreed.

Inej swallowed dryly and pressed her hands against her tights, gathering enough courage to talk again.

“I didn’t mean to attack you that day. I think my mind played tricks on me when you caught me by surprise, and I acted without thinking.”

Inej could feel Jesper’s eyes on her, following her every word with all the focus he could muster.

“I understand,” he said. “If that’s what you’re worried about, I don’t blame you for that.”

She shook her head. “It’s not that.”

“Then, what is it? Did I...” He trailed off, then looked down at his shoes and asked, “Did I do something? Other than being stupid and startling you? Because if I did, I’m really sorry-”

“No, Jesper,” she interrupted, turning to him, willing her eyes not to drop any tears. “You did no such thing. I just didn’t know what to say to you after everything. I could have really hurt you. I thought that... Maybe you wouldn’t want to talk to me after that.”

Jesper sighed. “Inej, I’m the one who’s sorry. Of course, I still want to talk to you. You’re the only person in this building who is not an absolute idiot, myself included.”

Inej laughed through the tears that threatened to roll. “What about Kaz?”

“Do you honestly think he’s not an idiot?” Jesper questioned, tilting his head, and she laughed even harder then.

When they had calmed down, albeit still giddy with relief and residual laughter, Inej took the reins of the conversation again.

“Thank you, Jesper,” she said.

“Of course,” he waved the acknowledgment away. “Does that... Happen a lot?”

“Sometimes. Mostly when I’m not expecting to be touched. If I can see it coming, I can brace for it and recognize it’s not a threat.”

She stopped for a moment and considered what to say next. “It’s worse when it comes to men.”

Inej whispered the last part, worried about what memories could arise from broaching the topic, but Jesper’s presence seemed to ward them away for the time being.

He grimaced, “I see why that is. Is there anything I should avoid? If you’d prefer, I can hold off from hugging you or even touching you at all.”

She weighted the offer. Maybe some months ago she’d have jumped at the chance to take it, more than happy to avoid the skeletons piling up in her already small Slat bedroom.

Still, fear was no worthy companion for a Ghafa. She’d greet the unexpected visitor, and she’d allow Jesper to know when it came around.

“I appreciate it, but there is no need. I’ll tell you if something’s wrong, but I don’t mind when it’s you. Maybe just let me see you coming first?”

He dipped his head in enthusiastic agreement. “Will do.”

Jesper wrapped his arms around himself with more strength than before and mumbled, “It’s always great talking to you, Inej, but I’ve been freezing for a while now. I’ll get back inside. Meet you there?”

Inej nodded. “Yes, I’ll go in a bit.”

He carefully lifted himself and picked up the cups he had brought, then started the tricky path back to the window that gave access to the roof.

“Inej,” he called out when he was halfway across it, “you can call me Jes if you want. It’s what my friends call me.”

“Only Kaz calls you that,” she pointed out, frowning.

Jesper smirked, the same troublemaker smile that had somehow always managed to make her feel better. “I know.”

She smiled back.

“See you soon, then, Jes.”

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queen-of-the-avengers · 1 year ago

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Captain Marvel: Part One

Pairing: Carol Danvers x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.3k

Warnings: canon violence and angst

Author’s Note: For the sake of this rewrite, Howard and Maria Stark dies on December 16, 1997 instead of 1991. Tony is 23 when they die.

What planet will be your next home? Where are you going to go? The love of your life and your best friend are dead, there's no one tying you to Earth, and you're free to go wherever you want for however long. Maybe drifting in space is the way to go at this point. There isn't a habitable planet in Earth's solar system, so you have to go outside of it to find one.

Space is an ever-expanding place with trillions of planets in just one galaxy. There's bound to be a habitable planet somewhere close by. The Solar System is located closer to the edge of the Milky Way galaxy than the middle of it, and when you reach the center of the galaxy, there is a whole mess of planets just waiting for you to claim them.

Off in the distance, you notice a gigantic spaceship hovering over a planet. If you're nice enough, maybe whoever is occupying that ship might let you hang with them for a while. From the time you escaped your home to arriving on Earth, there have been plenty of spaceships you've come across. Some of them weren't hostile, but others made your skin crawl from how evil the occupants could be.

Let's hope this craft is the former.

As you approach the ship, someone from inside notices you coming toward them. A circle opened on the base of the wing of the craft right above you, and they use their technology to beam you up into their craft. In a flash, you're transported from space onto the lower deck. Everyone inside had blue skin and they all had their space guns trained on you. They must not like intruders.

The person in the middle must be their leader because they all seem to look to him for instruction.

"I mean you no harm. I just wish to ask for transportation to the nearest habitable planet," you say with your hands up in defense mode.

They clearly don't want visitors, so you'll have to make do on another planet by yourself. Your space helmet is removed digitally, but the rest of your suit stays on your body in case they kick you out of their ship.

"Where are you from?" the leader asks.

"Sir, she's from Xenia," one of the soldiers says.

He must have seen the logo on your back which you tried so hard to hide. Your home planet has a lot of bad blood with other planets, even from multiple galaxies away. Markus was smart, but he wasn't very hospitable. The leader quickly aims his gun at you, causing the other soldiers to be on high alert.

They need to kill for him whenever he asks it of them.

"Xenia. What business do you have with us, the Kree Empire? That planet has caused nothing but trouble for a lot of people."

"I know, but I don't mean you harm. It's been such a long time since the great battle, things are different now."

"What's your name?"

"Y/N."

"How lucky am I to have come across the subject that was injected with the power that comes from the Tesseract?" he asks with an evil grin. He gestures to someone behind you and that someone puts handcuffs on you so quickly that you don't have time to react. One of the soldiers presses something to your neck which sends a chill down your spine. The leader walks closer to you and bends to reach your level. "I can't wait to find out more about you, Y/N."

"Ronan, where would you like her?"

"With the others."

Two soldiers drag you down to where they hold all of their prisoners. You'd use your powers to get out of here, but whatever they planted on your neck prevents you from shifting.

You're screwed beyond belief.

"In here," the guard seethes as he throws you into one of their cages.

There are many slaves and hostages on this level of the ship, but only one person shares your cage. He is the same shade of blue as the other soldiers, and you wonder if they would lock one of their own down here.

"What's your name?" the man asks without looking up from his spot on the cot. The pain is still there from the injection in your neck, but the burning in your spine is gone. "They do that to every single one of us. They have to do it daily because they aren't smart enough to make the effects last longer than twenty-four hours."

"I'm Y/N. Who are you?"

"They call me Yondu. What put you down here with the rest of us?"

"They found out who I am. If I had known they were the Kree, I would have never come aboard this ship," you whisper.

"And who are you?"

"I'm from Xenia. They want me because I have the power of the Tesseract running through my veins."

"You're in for a lot of pain, Y/N. They had the Tesseract once, but it was stolen from them. Now they're looking for it, and if they know that its power runs within you, then you're going to become their new best friend," he chuckles.

"What did they put in my neck? I can't use my powers."

"Yeah, it stops them. Most everyone here has powers, but that injection stops it from working."

"It's nice to meet you, Yondu," you sigh and sit on your own cot. The only response you get is a grunt followed by a nod.

Ronan is smart not to keep clocks or dates of any kind around the prisoners because not having a sense of time is torturous. The other slaves mark their walls each day they're trapped, and some of them have well over hundreds of days. You're not going to find a better way to keep track of the time, so you opted to do this same thing.

The first few years of being trapped were the worst. Ronan did everything he could to try and break you. He tried every form of torture you could think of, but nothing compares to the torture Markus did to you. Yeah, what Ronan did hurt but after a few years, you became numb to it.

Their efforts are kind of amusing at this point. So, when you're brought into their "torture chamber", you don't bat an eye for them.

"You know, Y/N, I'm impressed," Ronan says. "Not a lot of people can hold out the way you can. What, it's been six years since you first came aboard this ship? You're stronger than I thought."

"Is this going somewhere? If not, can I go back to my cell now?"

"Do you know why I favor you over the rest? Because of where you came from."

"Xenia?"

"I'm not talking about Xenia. I'm talking about Markus Hottle. He created the best weapon ever to walk this universe."

"Yeah, he's so great," you roll your eyes.

"What I don't understand is why he didn't make more of you after you left. I heard about what you did, so I asked to hold a meeting with him but he never showed."

"Yeah, that sounds like Markus."

"Where is he?"

"I have no idea. Quite literally."

Ronan nods twice before grabbing a long metal stick that he favors whenever he tortures someone. You don't blink when he raises the stick and slams it into your abdomen. He throws the stick off to the side and grabs your jaw tightly to make you look at him.

"Where is he?"

"Go to hell," you gasp.

"I have contacts on Xenia who could find him. I bet he'd love to know where you are."

"Go ahead. Call him. Tell him where I am. I've been dying to kill him myself," you glare.

He's bluffing and he knows you know it. If Markus is out there, then contacting Ronan would be the last thing he'd do. Markus is smart and he likes to keep people in his life that will benefit him. Ronan is sloppy and greedy and someone who Markus would never do business with.

Six years with Ronan turns into twelve and eventually, you run out of room on your wall to mark up. Sharing a cell with Yondu makes the time go by faster because despite being slaves with him, he's a really nice person. He's been your best friend, your rock for the entire time you've been here.

Ronan likes to filter through his slaves so they all receive the same treatment, and he's just summoned the people in the cell next to yours. That can only mean you and Yondu are next. He might be from a different planet than humans, but you're the one with the powers. Anytime you can, you try to make them focus on you since you can heal from their efforts to break you.

"Do you ever think we're getting out of here?" you ask Yondu when they return the other prisoners to their cells.

"I don't know. I don't like to think about stuff like that. It gives false hope. Ronan has the entire place on lockdown."

"Do you think people are still looking for you?"

"Unlikely. My parents never cared much for me. They're the ones who solved me to Ronan to pay off debt. I was too young to have mattered to anyone. What about you?"

"Anyone I do know can't rescue me. Humans don't know they're not alone, and the ones that do, don't have the ability to space travel. Humans aren't as technologically advanced as I hoped they'd be. No one's coming for me," you sigh.

"Y/N, you're up," one of the guards says as he approaches your cage.

"What, you scared to take me? Are you some kind of coward?" Yondu argues when the guard grabs you.

The guard looks at Yondu and considers taking him, but before he can let go of you, intervene. There is no way he's taking the fall. If Ronan wants you, then it's you he's going to get."

"Are you scared to hit a girl? Are you afraid I'm going to beat your ass if I get free? I bet Ronan is going to kill you if you bring him instead of me." The guard must follow Ronan's orders or else he's going to face his wrath. The guard shoves your wrists into handcuffs and drags you to the entrance of the cell. You look back at Yondu who looks like he's going to cry. "It's okay. I'll be okay."

When you return, Yondu is sleeping so you do your best not to wake him up. Your entire body is sore from the beatings you took but it's not like you're going to show them how much they're hurting you. You're not sure how much time has passed when Yondu shakes you awake.

"Y/N, wake up," he whispers. Sleep isn't something that comes easily on Ronan's ship, so you're not sure why he's up when he doesn't have to be. "Come with me. We're getting off this ship."

"What?"

"I'll explain it later. Come on, we have to go now."

Yondu doesn't give you time to think about what's happening because he's pulling you out of your bed. With groggy eyes, you follow him out of your cell and down the hall where someone is waiting for you. He didn't look like Kree but the last thing you're going to do is say anything. You trust Yondu with your life, so you know he wouldn't be doing this if it wasn't legit. The stranger leads you and Yondu through a service elevator to a lower level where a group of people is waiting.

There is a window next to the elevator and when you look through it, you see a huge ship. If Ronan doesn't know about this, he will soon.

"You'll need this. Put it on. I found it in storage. It had your name on it."

The stranger hands you the space suit that you had when you first arrived. After putting it on, the stranger leads you and Yondu to one of the loading docks where their ship is hooked to. The metal door shuts behind you so that when the stranger opens the door to his ship, the rest of Ronan's ship isn't affected by space.

Everyone flies from Ronan's ship to the strangers, and as soon as the doors closed, the ship takes off.

"What's going on, Yondu?" you ask and take off your helmet.

"My name is Stakar Ogord, and you've just been rescued by the Ravagers. Compliments of Yondu."

Stakar starts walking towards the main deck of the ship, and you look at Yondu for some answers.

"I told you we're getting out of that hell hole. I met someone who knew of Stakar. We've escaped."

"Yeah into the hands of the Ravagers. I've heard of them. I'm no thief."

Stakar stops and turns to you with narrowed eyes.

"Would you rather I take you back to the Kree?"

"No, she wouldn't," Yondu says for you. "We're grateful for your rescue."

"That's what I thought. I'll give you two a day to get settled before I recruit you to our team."

A lot of different planets around Earth are much more technologically advanced, but you've never seen some of this stuff before.

"Wait, year is it?" you ask.

"1962."

His words stop you in your tracks.

"We were prisoners for twenty years?" you gasp softly.

"Time flies by when you're getting picked and prodded at by Ronan," Yondu sighs.

"Twenty years," you mutter as you take a seat.

Twenty years.

Everyone you knew and loved either is dead or you've been pushed to the back of their minds. No one is coming for you now. Earth doesn't need you anymore, so there's no point in going back to it.

Another twenty years of stealing with the Ravagers go by before Stakar sees potential in you and Yondu to the point where he grants you your own division. You and Yondu can break away from the main clan and steal on your own as long as most of the profits go back to him. This gives you and Yondu some breathing room since you won't have Stakar breathing down your neck all the damn time.

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5 TIMES PEOPLE THOUGHT PERCY AND VEX WERE DATING…

And the one time they decided to prove them right.

Chapter Six: +1

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Warnings: None

Words: 1665

Originally posted: 7/23/23

Ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43509219/chapters/123095971

“Have you noticed,” Vex begins, with the kind of hesitant tone that tells Percy she’s about to bring up something serious. He immediately looks up from the book he was skimming, giving her his full attention, though she’s still idly scrolling through her phone.

When she doesn’t continue for a few seconds, he prompts, “Have I noticed what?”

The bobbing of her throat tells Percy that she’s swallowed several times before looking up from her phone to meet his gaze. They’re on opposite ends of the sofa in her dorm, and it occurs to both of them that that’s a bit unusual. Most of the time, they settle in side-by-side. “People keep assuming that we’re together.”

Percy tries to keep himself neutral, but he’s not sure works so well if Vex’s raised eyebrow is any indication. “I… have.”

They lapse into silence once more, but where they would normally settle easily into the comfortable, quiet atmosphere provided by each other, neither of them seem very relaxed.

“Does it bother you? When they think that?” Vex asks.

“Ah— I suppose not. It’s not like they mean any harm by it,” is what he says.

I don’t mind it as much as I should mind it, and I’m afraid that makes me a horrible, selfish person, is what he doesn’t say.

Vex fully sets aside her phone, eyebrows knitting together as she stares at him. “Right.”

“Do you mind it?” Percy asks. She doesn’t answer right away, and his heart deflates pathetically. Of course she minds it. Vex is far out of his league, and the fact that people would think she would settle for him is rather insulting. “I’m— I’m terribly sorry, I never meant to give anyone the impression that—”

“No, no, it’s not that,” Vex insists, lips pressing together. There are lines of deep thought etched into her face, and Percy wants nothing more than to soothe them out, but it really isn’t his place. “I don’t mind it either, really.”

Softly, he sets his book aside, turning so he’s properly angled towards her. “You don’t have to lie. I know I’m hardly the kind of person you would want to be with.”

His words make her scoff, catching him off guard. “You don’t get to decide who I would want to be with,” she mutters, defensive walls visibly rising in the shape of her posture.

“I didn’t mean that. I simply— you could do far better than me, Vex’ahlia.” Her full name rolls of his tongue like it belongs on his lips, each syllable enunciated with an emotion he doesn’t dare name.

“For someone so smart, you’re really fucking stupid, sometimes. Anyone would be lucky to have you, Percy, do you not see that?”

His alert rises at a rapid pace when he notices the strained tightness to her voice, like a rubber band about to snap. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you,” he rushes to say, even though he’s not sure what he did to cause this distress.

Vex’s jaw flexes. When she speaks, her words are fiercely passionate. “I know you have your flaws, Percy, but you make me happy. And you make Keyleth happy. And Tary and Pike and Vax and— I don’t even know what I’m trying to say,” she breaks off, turning to stare away from him. “Just— you’re wonderful. You’re passionate and creative and the biggest damn nerd I’ve ever met.”

Percy wants, selfishly, to… to do something. He’s not even sure what, but he knows it involves Vex and being honest with his feelings. It’s as if there’s a string between them, pulling him closer, and it takes all his willpower to resist. “You always see the good in me.”

“There’s a lot of it to see,” she insists, turning back towards him. Something like determination is written in the harsh set to her face. “And I would like to see more. If you’ll let me.”

“I’m an open book, to you. You already know everything about me.”

Something possesses her, then, and Percy wonders if he’s somehow fallen into a trap as Vex smirks, sliding across the couch towards him. “Actually, I don’t know everything,” she murmurs, low and raspy.

He laughs, a little nervous. She’s hovering over him now and they’ve been close before, of course, but this feels different in a way he can’t describe. “What do you mean?”

And then her hands are cupping his face. Percy blinks, trying to sort through the thoughts in his brain that have suddenly become very unimportant in comparison to how close she’s gotten. Every one of his senses can’t fathom anything but her. He wants… He wants…

He just wants.

“I don’t know how good you are at kissing me,” Vex whispers, looking directly into his eyes, centimeters from his face.

Percy can’t help it: he looks down to her lips, breath trapped in his lungs. This close, he can smell her, woodsy with a hint of cinnamon sugar, and fuck it. He just barely musters the wherewithal to whisper, “May I?”

Her answer consists of her lunging forward so their lips connect. If Percy had known that this would be happening today, he would have brought chapstick, but that’s a distant thought. There are far more important things to be focusing on, he decides, hands blindly reaching to pull Vex in. It’s hard to find the right angle, with his eyes closed and movements clumsy, but eventually his left hand rests on her waist and his right hand cups the back of her neck.

She settles into him so perfectly once they find their footing, fingers exploring his stubble covered jaw in a way that makes him want to purr, despite not having the anatomy of a cat.

“Vex’ahlia,” he says, not bothering to pull away as he whispers it against her lips.

“Percy,” she responds, one hand leaving his jaw so she can clutch the collar of his button-up, neither of them giving a single shit about the wrinkles she’s leaving behind.

When Vex eventually pulls back, even slightly, Percy can’t help the way he tries to chase her. He hasn’t gotten his fill of this, yet. He probably won’t ever get enough. He needs to spend the rest of time kissing her, or he might just keel over and perish.

“We have all the time in the world, darling,” she assures him, and Percy wouldn’t even be surprised if he found out she actually could read his mind. He wouldn’t care much, either, despite the scientific implications.

The world could come crashing down around them, and he doubts he’d even notice.

“That— I, ah— You are very good at that,” he whispers, head still spinning too much to form a much better compliment.

Vex laughs. “You’re not bad, yourself. Though, it’s hard to really tell how talented someone is from just one kiss. I think I’ll need a few more before I make a final decision.”

That’s all the warning Percy gets before she’s surging up once more, pressing him back against the armrest of the couch. He goes easily, allows her anything and everything she wants. God, he’d allow her to tear the heart from his living body if it only it meant he got to stay here with her, like this, for the rest of time.

He tries to tell her as much, but she won’t let him up for air, much less to speak, so all that escapes him is a series of muffled, incoherent noises. It’s probably for the best— Percy can’t think of a better use for his mouth right now than kissing Vex.

And then the door to the room slams open. “Come help me put away grocer— oh, Jesus fucking Christ,” Vax announces. “On our goddamn couch?!”

Vex pulls away to glance at her brother, far too coherently, given how she’s still basically draped over Percy. She’s a little out of breath and a flush covers her skin, but her tone is clear when she asks, “You finished shopping already?”

“Yes, now come help me put it away. You too, Freddie.”

“Yuh,” Percy mumbles, head falling back against the armrest as he tries to think once more. The change of atmosphere has thrown him for a complete loop, and a large part of him is insisting that he ignore Vax’s presence and just keep kissing Vex. He manages to restrain himself.

Vax groans. “God, you’re disgusting, the both of you. Come on, the ice-cream is melting.”

“Mmph.”

“Jesus, Vex, look at what you’ve done. You broke Percy.”

Vex laughs, and that, at least, cuts through his foggy brain. It’s a lovely sound. “I didn’t break. I ascended. I’m on the next level of humanity. It’s quite nice,” he hums, watching as Vex climbs off him and stretches her muscles.

“Well, the sooner you finish helping me, the sooner you can get back to your little make-out session.” Vax’s nose wrinkles with disgust as he speaks. “But no more snogging on the couch. That’s off-limits. Take it to your room. And don’t be loud enough for me to hear you.”

Vex tugs Percy up. “You heard him, Love.” The nickname almost cuts through all of his composure once more.

“Alright, alright,” Percy huffs. “I can handle groceries. I think.”

Vax throws a loaf of bread at him that he barely manages to catch before it nails him in the face. “Good. Oh, and don’t forget to update all those people who thought you were together that the two of you finally got over yourselves and realised you’re hopelessly in love. I’m sure that won’t be awkward at all.”

Percy and Vex groan in sync as Vax giggles. They have a lot of explaining to do, that much is correct. And it’s going to be horribly awkward, yes.

But, they decide as they glance at each other, relenting to one final peck on the lips before helping Vax, some things are worth a little awkwardness.

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