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#.........like i said i am just mopey and sleepy it's fine
howlingday · 2 years
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Jaune Arc is a descendant from a long line of Slayers. A finely skilled specimen with a strong sense of justice and honor. Women love him, men want to be him, monsters fear him, monster girls are conflicted.
Tales of Remnant
Setting - In their quest to cross Remnant to find the Relics and the Maidens, Team RWBY happen upon the sleepy farm village of Ansel, where one of the last remaining Slayer families, members of a bloodline who first fought back against the first witch and her evil monsters. Unfortunately, the young man they meet isn't interested in their party.
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Ruby: Excuse me, are you Jaune Arc?
Jaune: Yeah, that's me. Can I help you?
Ruby: We're an adventuring party, and we thought-
Jaune: Stop. No.
Ruby: Huh? But we didn't even ask you anything!
Jaune: You were going to ask me to join your party so I can help you on your quest, just because I'm an Arc, one of the few Slayer families left in the world. Am I right?
Blake: Does it happen a lot?
Jaune: More times than I'd like. I've been on a few, but I'm always kicked after the first mission. I either turn out to be too weak, too annoying, or too cowardly to help in a fight.
Ruby: Well, we won't kick you off of our team!
Jaune: That's what the last team said.
Ruby: Well, we're not the last team!
Jaune: Last team said that, too, and the team before them.
Yang: I guess you don't want to go on an adventure.
Jaune: No. If you're looking for someone to join your party, you'll have to find someone else. Try asking around. Anyone's got to be better than me. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have chores to do. (Walks away)
Ruby: Man, and I was hoping to have a Slayer on the team!
Weiss: You just learned what a Slayer is.
Ruby: So? It doesn't make me want to team up with him any less!
Blake: We'll ask around. Maybe someone has a way to convince him to team up with us.
Yang: Let's try the inn first.
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Jaune: H-Hey! Wait up!
Yang: Huh? What are you doing here?
Jaune: (Huffs) I... I wanna... Hoo, boy! Ahem! I want to join your party. Just for a little bit!
Weiss: What changed your mind?
Jaune: Everyone has been pushing me since you came to town, and my dad convinced me to help you guys out. He says it will be good to get out and be a part of something bigger, and prove myself.
Blake: So you're going to join us because your dad said so?
Jaune: ...I wouldn't say it like that.
Weiss: But that is what happened.
Ruby: Well, it doesn't matter to me! You're now a member of our team! Welcome to Team RWBY!
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JAUNE ARC HAS JOINED THE PARTY!
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Jaune: I give this team two weeks before you're all sick of me.
Weiss: Well, I'm already annoyed by that mopey attitude.
Jaune: One down, three to go.
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Name - Jaune Arc
Weapon Style - Sword and Shield
Element - Light (+10% Against Dark, -10% Against Earth)
Skill - Slayer (Deals +10% Against Non-Humans)
Bio - Newbie Knave ("Fresh off the farm, Scared easily by loud noises")
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Jaune: Yikes! Who the heck is that, and why is she controlling that monster?!
Ruby: That's Cinder. She attacked our home in Patch. She's looking for the Fall Maiden.
Jaune: What have I gotten myself into?
C R A C K!.
Cinder: You won't get away this time, girls!
Ruby: Yes, we will, and we'll stop you!
Cinder: No, you won't, because your adventure ends here!
Jaune: Uh, is it too late to run away now?
Yang: Chickening out already, Jaune?
Jaune: No, no, I just, uh, wanted to be sure if we needed to actually fight.
Weiss: Yes, we do!
Jaune: Uh, alright, well, here goes nothing!
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Jaune: Listen, we're all really tired. Can you tell us how to get to the hotel, Miss...?
Pyrrha: You... You don't know who I am?
Jaune: Oh, sorry! Should I?
Pyrrha: No! Not at all! Come inside with me. I'd gladly shelter you all in this rain.
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Jaune: Wow, this place is huge!
Pyrrha: Thank you. I'm glad you like it. Please, stay as long as you'd like. I'll be back with some towels. (Walks away)
Jaune: She seems nice.
Weiss: I can't believe we met Pyrrha Nikos!
Ruby: Right?! She's a legend!
Yang: Relax, Rubes. Remember, she's just a normal girl like us.
Weiss: Normal girl?! She's the Champion of Mistral! We need her on our team!
Yang: Hey, now, take it easy, Ice Queen. I just said Pyrrha was a normal girl. Sure, she's the best fighter of our generation, but she's still human.
Blake: Though her assistance would greatly aid in our quest for the Maidens.
Weiss: Well, we'll ask her, then, and if she says no, which she won't, we'll be supportive of her decision.
Jaune: Just like with me?
Weiss: Huh?
Jaune: I said no, but you girls just hounded me even harder.
Weiss: Hmph! And like you can do any better?
Jaune: I can.
Pyrrha: (Returns with towels) I'm back! What are we talking about?
Jaune: Do you want to join our party? We're on a quest to save the world.
Pyrrha: Huh?!
Weiss: You idiot! That was too direct!
Jaune: Huh?
Weiss: She's the Champion, but she's still a woman! You have to consider her feelings!
Jaune: I didn't know she was a champion; I just asked her the same way you asked me.
Weiss: You idiot! Now she'll never say-
Pyrrha: Yes.
Weiss: Huh?!
Pyrrha: Yes, I will join your party.
Jaune: Oh, really? Great!
Yang: You feelin' salty, Weissy?
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PYRRHA NIKOS HAS JOINED THE PARTY
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Yang: Oh, yeah. You are salty.
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Pyrrha: So, you're a Slayer?
Jaune: My family is. Me? I'm nobody.
Pyrrha: That's not true. You're somebody to me.
Jaune: Thanks, Pyrrha, but it doesn't change the fact I'm still me. I'm nothing like my ancestors.
Pyrrha: What have your ancestors done?
Jaune: Dad is a Beast-Slayer. He fought a huge bear with his own two hands, then killed it after it turned into a Mega-Bear. It's actually how he met Mom.
Pyrrha: I see. Are there any Dragon-Slayers?
Jaune: My great grandfather killed a dragon attacking his village.
Pyrrha: Demon-Slayers?
Jaune: My great great grandmother saved the world killing one.
Pyrrha: I see. (Scoots closer) Jaune, I want you to hear something, but I don't want you to panic, or say anything to anyone about this.
Jaune: Uh, okay?
Pyrrha: Here. (Takes his head, Places against her chest) Do you hear my heartbeat?
Jaune: (Closes his eyes) Yeah... It sounds... Fast... Really fast... No, wait... (Pulls away) You have two hearts. You're not humsn, are you?
Pyrrha: No, I'm not human, or half-human, like your friend, Blake. I was born a monster, and I've managed to keep up my appearance long enough to fool everyone else.
Jaune: No one else knows?
Pyrrha: (Shakes her head) No, you're the only one.
Jaune: (Stands up) W-We have to tell the others!
Pyrrha: (Pulls his hands down) Tomorrow. Tonight, (Hugs Jaune) I just want to enjoy this.
Jaune: Do you... hate that I'm a Slayer?
Pyrrha: I can smell the monster blood on your hands, but I don't think... No, I know you aren't the kind of person to kill someone without a just cause. If there is blood is on your hands, it must have been self-defense. But... Do you hate me? Or hate that I lied?
Jaune: (Shakes his head, Hugs her back) You didn't know us. Humans and monsters have been killing each other for hundreds of years. It's kinda expected we're going to be a little scared of each other because of it. I know you better now, so I know you won't hurt me.
Pyrrha: (Smiles) Thank you.
Blake: (Watching the whole thing, Smiling, Walks away)
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JAUNE ARC GAINED A NEW BIO, ONLY HUMAN
Bio - Only Human ("Born to and raised by humans, Empathetic to all creatures")
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Pyrrha: (Doubles over in pain, Groans)
Jaune: Everyone, please! She doesn't mean any harm!
Mob: Kill her!
Mob: She took Pyrrha Nikos' place!
Mob: Make her pay!
Cinder: Behold, everyone! As the shattered moon becomes whole once more, so too will her true form as a monster be revealed!
Ruby: This is bad! If any more people gather, it'll be impossible to escape without a fight.
Yang: I say we give it to them. If they want to hurt one of our friends, I saw we hurt them back!
Nora: Yeah! Take them all on!
Ren: Getting into a fight will only make things worse. We have to think this through.
Blake: We need a plan to keep the mob away. Something to keep them from getting closer.
Weiss: Cinder is rallying the people against her. Once Pyrrha transforms, there's no telling what will happen, but we don't need to guess what Cinder will try.
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Pyrrha: (10 ft tall, Fully-armored werewolf)
Jaune: Pyrrha! Can you hear me?!
Pyrrha: (Breathes heavily, Looks down at Jaune)
Jaune: It's me! Jaune! Don't worry! We're going to help you!
Mob: (Screams)
Mob: It's a monster! She's actually a monster!
Mob: Kill it before it kills us!
Pyrrha: J... aune....
Jaune: Yeah! It's me, Pyrrha! We're all here for you! (Gets slowly closer, Hands extended) Me, Ruby, Weiss, Blake, Yang, Ren, Nora... All of us...
Pyrrha: (Reaching towards him) Jau... ne... (Shot with an arrow, Reels in pain)
Jaune: No!
Pyrrha: NO! (Swipes at Jaune) NO! NO! NO! (Scratches at the burning pain, Roars)
Ruby: Jaune! Are you okay?!
Jaune: Forget about me! What about Pyrrha?!
Blake: ...We have to protect the townspeople.
Jaune: Blake?!
Blake: We won't kill her, but we need to weaken her. We'll draw her attention, and make sure she isn't going to attack anyone except us.
Weiss: Half of us will engage her, the other will rout the town away from the fighting.
Nora: And we'll smash Cinder while we're at it, too!
Yang: Save the town first. Then we'll slug it out against the real monster!
Jaune: (Nods) I'm not leaving Pyrrha's side. I think I can calm her down.
Ruby: Then you're on team "Stop Pyrrha." Who else is in? Remember, once this fight starts, it'll be too late to change tactics. Are you guys ready?
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Pyrrha: (Human, Panting)
Jaune: (Holding Pyrrha's head in his lap) Are you okay?
Pyrrha: (Weakly smiles, Touches his face) Jaune...
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Cinder: (On a distant rooftop) How sweet... (Draws back on her bow) Time to end this.
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Pyrrha: Thank you. (Tears roll down her face) Thank you so much for helping me...
Jaune: Of course I helped you! We're friends, right?
Pyrrha: (Nods) And... I love you- (Gasps, Sees arrow in her chest)
Jaune: (Reels, Holds her hands as she claws his cheek) NO! NONONONO! PYRRHA!
Pyrrha: (Hands fall, Eyes dim)
Jaune: (Holding her hands, Sobs) PYRRHA! PYRRHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!
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JAUNE ARC GAINED A NEW BIO, BATTLE-SCARRED
Bio - Battle-Scarred ("Battle-tested warrior, Broken-hearted friend")
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equalseleventhirds · 3 years
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If it helps, I don't think it's the idea of Martin being manipulative in general that's evil. In canon it's pointed out a lot that he has that trait, but he also uses it to do things like letting people have a brief respite within fear domains. Probably him being an Avatar for the Web would have been that but on a bigger scale. So, betraying and manipulating a corrupted Jon for the sake of saving the lives of people in the apocalypse. Or something, idk.
sorta? idk i may just be unclear on the q&a, but jonny and alex talk abt how fandom wasn’t receiving martin’s pettiness & manipulation, and so making him web at the end would land wrong and make ppl think he’d been lying & evil the whole time (which i read as implying they... did not intend for him to be lying & evil the whole time, just at the very end, but thought fandom would think that based on his minor manipulations culminating in him being taken over by spiders)
which is still not a. happy implication, for me. it’s nice that jonny & alex maybe would not have intended it that way, but i’m saddened by the fact that a huge chunk of fandom WOULD have taken it that way (just look at all the ‘martin’s secretly evil’ stuff that went on during s5), and that jonny and alex didn’t see this as an issue they could rectify by making martin’s pettiness/manipulation come across more clearly in canon
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genshin-garbage · 3 years
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Regret and the Truth
Lumine falls for the distant alchemist, Albedo, but he doesn’t realize his feelings until it’s too late. He hurts her in a way he can’t undo and regret settles in his heart. Regret can be ignored for a while, but it always comes back.
When Lumine first saw the alchemist, her first thought was that he was really pretty. When they officially met, she found the rumors about his coldness to be unfounded. He was quite pleasant to work with and engaged in conversation avidly. Albedo wasn’t shy about asking questions about her nature as a traveler of worlds, and was curious about her biology. She initially chalked this up to being about his research, but as the questions became more and more personal, she couldn’t help but be curious about him in turn.
Over time, their talks started to resemble normal conversations people have to get to know each other. Questions like: what are your hobbies and what’s your hometown like. Lumine eventually forgot how insatiable his curiosity really is and came to consider him a close friend, later even developing feelings for him. She went to visit his camp on Dragonspine whenever she was free, and when she had to stop by the Knights of Favonius headquarters she always asked if he was there.
It didn’t take long for most of the knights to realize Lumine’s crush, Klee especially was excited as she wanted to see the honorary knight be happy with her big brother. Aside from Klee, the knights generally supported her. A few who were closer to Albedo however, were a bit hesitant and tried to steer her away from him. Sucrose and Timaus in particular tried to tell Lumine about his one-track mind, and how he has a hard time understanding normal emotions. However, Lumine’s feelings couldn’t be stopped and those who were reluctant do eventually stop trying to sway her.
There came a day when Lumine had finally worked up the courage to confess her feelings with the support of her friends (and maybe a little bit of alcohol). It was sunset and Albedo had been collecting research materials in Dragonspine, she was a bit tipsy and waiting for him in his lab.
“Hm? Lumine? What are you doing here?”
“Albedo I, I need to tell you something.”
“Yes?”
Lumine approaches him, she was too nervous to look him in the eyes. “I, I like you a lot!”
“Hmm, I see. Then I wonder…” He leans over and kisses her. Lumine doesn’t kiss back out of surprise but quickly leans into the kiss. Their hands roam each other's bodies as they kiss, feet taking them to the couch nearby. As Albedo lays her down on the sofa, he kisses her down her neck and leads the night in a more passionate direction.
Lumine wakes up naked next to Albedo. Her head stung a little but she remembers clearly what had transpired. She blushes hard, she felt there was a possibility of Albedo returning her affections but she didn’t expect the night to turn in that direction. It felt good though and she doesn’t regret it. He never properly said he liked her back however, which irked her a bit, but there was still time. She feels Albedo stir below her, one hand moving from her waist to rub the sleepiness out of his eyes.
“Mhmmm, good morning.” He sits up carefully so as to not push her off the couch.
“Good- good morning.”
“How are you feeling?”
“I feel great. A bit sore but I really enjoyed last night.”
“Nothing out of the ordinary? No changes anywhere?”
“No?” She hesitated, dread washing over her. “Last night, you never really told me how you felt.”
“About that, I don’t want you to misinterpret my actions. I was merely curious about your biology and how your kind reacts to romantic interest, nothing more. Perhaps if the results were different we could have continued this charade a bit longer, but they turned out to be the same as any average person in Teyvat.” He reaches over to grab his shirt from the floor. “Please excuse me, I have work to do and I must record the data from this experiment.”
Lumine shifted off him but remained silent, tears began to well up in her eyes as she felt her heart be torn to shreds by every word that came out of his mouth. To him she was nothing more than an experiment, a specimen in his research to find the truth to this world. She was had, used, and now was being discarded as if she was nothing. “So last night, my confession, it all meant nothing to you? All those times you called me beautiful, was it all a lie?”
“No, not entirely. You are attractive and your company is pleasant enough.” He puts on his clothing as he speaks, his tone disinterested and his face neutral. It was clear he didn’t care what happened next or how Lumine felt. “However, beyond my research I don’t feel the need to be anymore than acquaintances. It was simply convenient to use your attraction to get a better idea of how you work.”
“I see.” Her voice cracked and Albedo turned to look at her. Tears fell down her cheeks and a fake smile plastered on her face as she put on her clothing. “I’m- I’m glad that I was at least some use to you. I, uh, I need to go. Paimon must be wondering where I am. Goodbye.”
She rushes out the door leaving a surprised Albedo alone in the lab. While he did expect her to be upset, he didn’t expect her to still treat him with such kindness. He expected her to beat him screaming at him for playing with her emotions. He felt a tinge of regret before smothering it, there wasn’t time for regret in the pursuit of knowledge. It was a necessary step in getting the data he needed. Still, the hurt expression lingered in his mind as he planned out his new routine until the people of Mondtstadt forgot about this incident.
The next few weeks, Lumine was emotionally absent. It was hard not to notice how she robotically went through commissions, taking more of them as well as bounties. Paimon noticed that what little sleep she did get on a daily basis was cut from her schedule, and that she had started eating less. Whenever anyone asked what was wrong, she would always say that she was fine. They knew it had something to do with Albedo, but he was more elusive than usual. He was the last to come and first to leave during meetings, all of his experiments now took place in Dragonspine, and his time spent babysitting Klee was now spent studying the area around Star Snatched Cliff.
One night, they had finally had enough and managed to convince Diluc to let Lumine drink in hopes that some alcohol in her system would finally get her to tell them what was wrong. He agreed, and so Lisa, Jean, and Amber took Lumine out on a girls night out while Diluc manned the bar.
Lisa was the first to prod after Lumine was decently drunk. “So Lumine, What happened between you and Albedo? You haven’t asked about him in a long while. Did your confession not go well?”
“He- he doesn’t like me in that way. I’m nothing but a specimen in his research.” Lumine takes another long sip of her drink. “He said it himself, ‘beyond my research I don’t feel the need to become anything beyond acquaintances’.”
“I have a feeling that if he had simply rejected you, you wouldn’t be this upset.” Jean stated. “Something else happened between you two. You don’t have to tell us if you don’t want to, but as your friends we want to help you in any way we can.”
“Yeah! Like Jean said! We all hate seeing you all mopey and sad! If Albedo did anything to you I’ll make it my personal mission to set Barron Bunny on him!” Amber added, crossing her arms to exaggerate her point.
Lumine, touched by their words, and incredibly hammered at this point, began to cry. “Tha-thank you guys. I- after I confessed we spent the night together, it was consensual and I enjoyed it, but the morning after he admitted that he only slept with me as part of his research. I- I really thought he liked me back, but he used me! I feel like there’s something wrong with me! I feel so dumb for falling for him, Sucrose and Timaus even warned me! Am I just not good enough? I thought I had a chance, but I was so foolish for thinking I was good enough. Why would he fall for someone like me? I’m nothing but an outlander!”
The rest of her words become unintelligible babble and wails. Amber held her in a tight hug as she bawled her eyes out. Looks were shared between the three women and Diluc as a roaring rage began to burn in their eyes. How dare he use Lumine like this. How dare he play with her feelings, then cast her aside like a toy. Any sort of respect they had for the alchemist beyond his genius had dissipated in the wind.
It wasn’t long before everyone in Mondstadt knew what had happened. He found the increased difficulty in obtaining items in shops and finding people to assist him irritating but not unexpected. He didn’t care about the glares from adults, but the questions from Klee did sting.
“What did big brother do to big sis Lumine to hurt her feelings? Klee can go get Jean and see if she can help big brother make up with Lumine!”
“It’s ok Klee, I’m sure Jean and Lumine have better things to do.”
“But-”
“Klee, it's fine. How about you go play outside.”
“Ok…”
As Klee exited the lab, Sucrose came in. She had an anxious look and was fidgeting. “Master Albedo? Do you have a moment? I wish to speak to you about something.”
“Very well, what is it Sucrose?”
“Why- why did you do that to Lumine? There were other ways to get the data you wanted without hurting her. So why did you do it?”
“It was simply the most convenient way at the time, and the data I collected was easier to analyze since I didn’t have to rely on a third party. It was simply easier to get objective information.”
Sucrose clearly didn’t like that answer as her body tensed up and her face had a hurt expression. “I see. I’ll leave you be then. I won’t be available to assist you for a while. I hope your research was worth Lumine’s pain.”
She stormed off in a quiet rage and left Albedo alone in the lab. He seemed to be alone more, he attributed it to the lack of hands helping him but he knew deep down it was because Lumine wasn’t there anymore. For the second time, regret flared up in his heart before he smothers it again. If loneliness was a consequence of getting closer to the truth, then he shall make himself the loneliest man alive.
The month after the confrontation with Sucrose, he overhears that the traveler had returned from Liyue with someone. He pays this no mind until he sees her with the man himself. An ugly feeling rears its head as he sees her laughing and smiling with a green haired man. If Albedo hadn’t been so observant he would have thought the man to be annoyed by her presence, but he notices how soft his eyes look at her and how he stands in a position ready to protect her if anything were to suddenly happen. When the man pulls a fallen leaf out of her hair, the ugly feeling grips harder.
Before he can stop, he realizes that he’s walking towards them. It’s too late to turn around as they notice him. “Welcome back, Lumine. May I ask who this is?”
Lumine shifts uncomfortably in place, she turns to hide herself a little. “Oh, uh, hello. This is Xiao, Xiao this is Albedo.”
“Is he the one you’ve spoken about in the past?” Xiao’s expression has lost its softness as he looks at Albedo.
Lumine hesitates to answer the question, nervous of his reaction. “Yes… yes he is.” She grabs his arm when she sees him tense up. “Please don’t do anything, it’s in the past. I just want to forget it happened.”
“Hmph, fine.”
“I shall take my leave. Enjoy your stay in Mondstadt and a pleasure to meet you Xiao.”
“I cannot say likewise.” He growls.
As Albedo walks away, he sees in the reflection of a store window that Lumine had kissed Xiao on the cheek.  Flustered Xiao turns away, but not without holding her hand in return.
“That could have been me.” The thought stakes its claim in his mind. As much as he tries and tries, he can’t smother the feeling of regret in his heart. He loves Lumine, but he hurt her, and now he can never have her. When he turned into his lab, he sunk down onto his knees and truly let the feeling sink in. He was a genius but clearly he still had much to learn, he just wished he had realized sooner what his teacher truly meant when she told him to learn the truth to this world.
He closed his eyes and hoped that if he were to ever be reborn he wouldn’t make the same mistake again, then let the darkness consume him.
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machi-kun · 4 years
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Hi! If you’re still writing for the fic requests, 45 for stony? Btw I soooo love the high school reunion fic ❤️❤️
we love two scheming geniuses scheming against bastards, in a world where everything went better
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“Me and Rogers are not on speaking terms anymore.”
"I am very sorry to hear that.” Thunderbolt Ross - Secretary of State Ross, the son of a bitch - says, without a single speck of remorse. “I suppose now is when you tell me you won’t help me find him?”
“You know me so well.” Tony replies through-gritted teeth. “You know I’d love to, but I can’t.”
“And you want me to believe you have no way of tracking Rogers? Through his shield, or his suit?” Ross raises his eyebrows, unimpressed.
“I did, before Rogers removed them.” Tony clarifies. “You think he didn’t know where the trackers were?”
“And I suppose everyone else did too? Romanoff, Wilson?” Ross smirks cruelly. “Maximoff? You’d really let her walk around unsupervised?”
Tony’s jaw clenches so tightly his cheeks hurt. “Why not? She’s a big girl. And if I’m not making my way to a cell right now, why should she be? Some would argue I need more supervision than she does.”
Ross barks out a weak laugh, nodding curtly to himself, as if terribly amused. “If you had told me that just a few years ago I would have definitely agreed with you. Lucky for you, you are not the biggest fish I have to catch anymore, Stark.”
“I’m sure I can live with that. Although, to be clear, I want you to know my feelings are very hurt.” 
“I’ll make sure to write that down on my report.” Ross sneers. 
“Report to what?”
“The UN.” Ross reminds him firmly. “Or did you forget this is what this whole mess is about? To put the Avengers under the supervision of a council that’s prepared to deal with the messes you leave behind?”
Tony clicks his tongue. “Right. And their escape is gonna be part of that report?”
“How else would I explain why they are not here?” Ross asks him with distaste, as if Tony’s being purposefully annoying. 
Which he is.
“Their escape from a very secret, very illegal maximum security facility?”
Ross pauses, his silence dangerous. “You have something to say to me, Stark?”
“I’m just wondering how that little project of yours is gonna fly. Keeping superheroes trapped in the Raft - did anyone in the UN approve that, or did you just make that decision for yourself?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know.” Ross smiles, a vile, ugly thing. “You don’t worry about it, Stark. It’s none of your concern.”
“What if I make it my concern?” Tony presses. 
Ross looks at him for a long, very uncomfortable second. “Why? You worried for Rogers, is that it?”
Tony’s hand clenches into a fist beneath the table. 
“Do I have to repeat myself - I don’t care about Rogers. I don’t know where he is, and I don’t want to know. I tried to work with him, I tried to reason, obviously it didn’t work. And I don’t work with people like that - bad for team morale.”
“You, complaining about not listening to reason?” Ross laughs. “I guess old dogs do learn tricks.”
“You would know.” Tony jabs, through a false smirk - if he dares to stretch his lips too wide, there will be too many bared teeth to disguise it as a smile. 
Ross looks him up and down, as if considering if he should press the issue further, and Tony sits ramrod straight in his chair, spine stiff as metal, refusing to cower under the bastard’s calculating gaze. He has no reason to. Stress, pressure, and guilt - they are Tony’s old friends, and Thaddeus Ross’ judgment is not stinging enough to wound his thick skin, not punishing enough to bruise. 
People are so used to see him in the suit that they often forget Tony has been wearing armor long before Afghanistan. They forget Tony has been playing this game for a very, very long time.
Ross shouldn’t forget. He’s seen Tony fight like this before. He should be more careful.
But it seems he has forgotten too. 
Well.
His mistake. 
“I guess I should say I’m sorry about you and Rogers, but I don’t think you would appreciate that.” Ross mocks, as he gathers his papers and folders and tucks them under his arm, slow and dragging, as if he’s savoring the motion - savoring his victory over Tony, over the Avengers, standing there as Tony is forced to sit down and look up at him, as if the mere difference in the level of their gazes is akin to defeat. “I doubt you would have invited me to your wedding, anyway.”
“We were not engaged.” Tony hisses. “We weren’t like that.”
“Not for lack of trying, right?” Ross stares him down, provoking. “Rogers might have other priorities, but you sure would do anything to protect him, even lie. It’s a shame he doesn’t feel the same.”
“Are you done?” Tony snaps, angrily.
Ross huffs out a weak laugh, and turns to leave, not sparing a single glance back. “Don’t forget we have a meeting tomorrow at noon. You better bring me some good news, Stark.”
“I’ll see what I can do.” Tony replies, but Ross is already closing the door on him, and suddenly, Tony is blessedly, completely alone in the conference room, and only then he can sag and relax in his seat, taking in a breath so deep is lungs hurt.
“Christ.” He mumbles to himself, tiredly. He runs his hand over his face, pressing his fingers into his eyes as if that could chase away the sleepiness, and says, “Please tell me you got it.”
“I got it.” Steve says - his voice low and a little distorted over the speakers in Tony’s watch, a little worse for wear, but still a better comfort than anything else he could have asked for. “Nat is getting the files to the UN as we speak.”
“That’s going to be some news tomorrow.” Tony mumbles to himself, leaning back in the chair. “The press is going to put us through hell.”
“Good news, I hope?” Steve asks, and Tony can hear that he’s smiling.
“Yeah, well, Ross did ask. He just didn’t specify who the news should be good for.”
“I don’t think he’s going to be very happy to hear he’s going to jail.” Steve muses.
“Then he should have been more specific.” Tony quips back, and Steve laughs breathily on the other side of the call. 
It’s been only a couple of days, and Tony already misses him something awful. He groans, and somehow Steve, with his stupid Tony-sense (something he surely learned from Rhodey), knows Tony is being whiny and mopey (Rhodey’s words, not his). He would go to Rhodey but he can’t right now - it would raise Ross’ suspicions, and though Rhodey won’t admit, he’s still a little upset he managed to get a black eye in a fake fight. He’ll definitely make fun of Tony is Tony shows up saying he misses his boyfriend when the whole country is hunting said boyfriend all over the world. 
“Just a couple of days more, Tony.” He assures, soft and sweet, and Tony wishes he was here, so this would be over, Ross and Zemo both would be over, and this could all be forgotten as one long, horrible nightmare. “We’ll be fine.”
“I know.” Tony grumbles. “I just - I hate letting him think he’s won. I hate the smug look on his face.”
“Look on the bright side.” Steve tells him. “Tomorrow, you can be the smug one.”
“Oh, I will. And I will be even worse once you’re back. No more of this... secret dating schtick.”
“I thought you were having fun sneaking around?” Steve teases, and Tony wants to kiss him silly. 
“I was, but you know what’s gonna be even more fun? Having Ross behind bars so I can take you out on a real date.” 
“I can’t wait.” Steve says, almost in a sigh - and there’s something dreamy about it, hearing his voice through a call; Maybe it’s just because Tony misses him, or maybe because he’s just too old and too soft and too... too goddamned in love, but there’s something about this, about this Steve Rogers that’s mellow and shy, that's vulnerable only when they’re alone, when they trade whispers and secrets and kisses in the dark--
Tony just... misses him. He hates this being apart thing. 
He wants this to be over.
“I’ll sleep in your room tonight.” Tony tells him, sultry, because he knows the effect it’ll have, and he’s not above using it to get what he wants. “If you get here fast enough, you might still find me there when you arrive.”
Steve makes a tight pause. “I’ll be there in five hours.”
Tony laughs, for real, a genuine laugh, for what feels like the first time in months - and he misses the sound of the call disconnecting, but that’s alright. 
“See you soon, honey.” He mutters, and though his body is still tired and his bed - Steve’s bed - will be empty when he goes to sleep, he knows he’ll wake up with strong and warm arms around him, no matter what.
Soon, Ross won’t be a problem anymore. Better yet - Soon, Steve will be home. 
That alone is enough to make his life just a little bit better. 
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A/N: A drabble for the 1st Anniversary Drabble Request Exchange for the BTS Smut Club. A Taejoon x reader roommates-to-lovers smut. 4.7k. Warnings for sexually explicit content: threesome, oral (m receiving, and f receiving), mxm, fingering, butt plugs, anal (m receiving), protected sex, aftercare.
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“Oh my god, for the last time, where is the dictionary?”
You and Tae pause your conversation to give Namjoon a slow stare. “Namjoon,” you say slowly, “surely you realize neither of us would have a clue. You’re the only young adult probably in the whole country still using a physical dictionary.”
“Yeah,” Tae attests matter-of-factly around a mouthful of pancake batter, “I didn’t come to college to read, hyung.”
Namjoon blinks once. “You- Never mind, I don’t have time to unpack that sentence. And Y/n, I don’t use the dictionary as a dictionary. That’s not why I need it.”
You narrow your eyes. “Do you have a secret drug stash in the dictionary, Namjoon?”
He sighs heavily, eyes casting towards the ceiling in annoyance. “Do I really look like the type of person to have a secret drug stash? Come on, can you guys please just put down the pancake mix for a second and help me?”
Taehyung sets down the bowl and spatula sadly. “Fine hyung, Y/n and I will help you search the entire dorm for a dictionary that you don’t even plan to use.”
Namjoon scratches under his beanie and breathes out again in relief. “Thank y-”
“And I know your secret weed stash is stuffed down the inside of the paper towel roll in the cupboard.”
“Fuck! How did you find it? It’s not like you assholes ever clean anything. Anyway, whatever, we need to find the dictionary. Remember, it’s a Collins one with a green cover. Can’t miss it.”
“Apparently you can,” you mutter petulantly, taking one last scoop from the batter with your pinky finger.
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It takes three hours for Namjoon to admit defeat. Three hours to search a tiny dorm for a fucking dictionary. You collapse on the sofa between Namjoon and Taehyung, who are equally glum. “What’s the deal with it anyway,” you ask Namjoon. “If you really need one, let’s go down to the bookshop and get one.”
Namjoon tugs on the back of his beanie to slip it off, and your eyes can’t help but follow the way his slightly sweat-dampened hair flicks out and rests against his forehead. He tilts his head back and runs a hand through it to give it a little more volume after being flattened. “It’s not about the dictionary,” he admits, “I had carved out the inside for… for my condom stash.”
Taehyung gasps, and leans over you to pinch at Namjoon’s cheeks. “Ooh, is hyungie finally getting laid?”
Namjoon bats away his hands, knitting his eyebrows together grumpily. “That’s the problem, nobody wants to sleep with the nerd who shows up twenty minutes early to every class and sits in the front row.”
You frown, wincing slightly at the way Taehyung’s elbow digs into the soft part of your stomach as he stays leaning over you. “Joonie, that kinda seems like something that’s easily solved. I bet if you showed up to class late one day, wearing sunglasses or some shit, and sat in the back row, people would lose their fucking minds. You’d get laid for sure.”
He shakes his head slowly, in the familiar mopey mood you’d seen from him in his lowest moments. “That’s the thing, Y/n. I don’t want to show up late and sit in the back row. I like who I am, I like that I’m studious and I’m maybe a little more earnest than others here. But nobody ever gives me the time of day to even get to know me.” He huffs out some air through his nose with a frown. “It’s stupid, but I was kinda hoping if I went out with a condom in my pocket, it’d put me in the right mindset, I don’t know. It’s stupid,” he repeats bitterly.
“It’s not stupid,” Taehyung protests seriously, his normally playful demeanor sobering up. “Honestly, I spent so long looking for a relationship so that I could have sex, and then I finally realized that I just wanted casual sex. A lot of it. And I’ve never been happier.”
“Way to rub it in,” you hiss, smacking the back of his head.
Taehyung whacks you back but fixes his gaze on Namjoon again. “What I’m trying to say, is that maybe you’re not as hopeless as you think, but you’re just looking in the wrong direction. Maybe you just need to work out exactly what you’re really after, whether that’s a quick hook-up or something more, and then make an effort and go for it.”
Namjoon nods, but that gloomy frown persists. “I guess,” he allows reluctantly. “I wouldn’t even know where to start, though. How do I know what I want if I’ve never tried it, you know?”
Taehyung leans back slightly, enough to catch your gaze. There’s a question in his eyes, and you’ve spent enough late nights with him when Namjoon’s out to know what it means. You nod slightly. Taehyung pats your thigh, then gets up and walks around the back of the couch, pushing Namjoon’s head back down when he tilts it around to see what he’s doing.
“What are yo- oh,” Namjoon goes lax as Taehyung hands come down on either shoulder to massage the muscles there. “That’s nice, Tae,” he sighs, “I really needed this.”
“We can see that,” you affirm, tucking your legs up under you and turning to face Namjoon cross-legged, knees bumping into the side of his hip and thigh. “Listen, Namjoon, feel free to say no, and no hard feelings, but Taehyung and I… we have an arrangement.”
“We’re fuck buddies,” the man himself clarifies, patting Namjoon’s head cheerfully.
You hold back a grin at Taehyung’s lack of tact. “Yes, well, for us, sex is basically a fun activity. We’re comfortable with each other, we like each other, we actually live together, so it’s convenient. If you’re really so wound up about not getting any, we’d be happy to help.”
“Help,” he repeats dumbly, tensing up under Taehyung’s reassuring massage. The younger man sighs, and leans forward, letting his chin rest on the top of Namjoon’s head, and his hands slide down over his chest.
“Like Y/n said, you can say no at any time. And this can be whatever you want it to be. A one-off, a regular thing, fuck, if you really don’t want to have sex with us, we can be your wingmen. Wingpeople,” Taehyung corrects quickly, sending you a proud smile.
You laugh softly and lean forward to rest your hand on Namjoon’s knee. “You have options, Joonie. This is all up to you. You can say no now, you can say yes now. You can have time to think about it and say yes or no later.”
Taehyung tightens his grip into a hug. “We’re your friends, hyung. We just want you to be happy.”
The eldest breathes out shakily. “It’s- I- Can I please have some time to think about it? This is all a bit sudden.”
“Of course,” you say sweetly. “We’ll move on now and not say another word, okay? And you can come to us with your answer whenever you’re ready. No rush.”
Taehyung stands back up, ruffling Namjoon’s hair, then stretches languidly. You let your eyes drink in the slip of skin that appears as his shirt rides up, no longer having to avert your eyes in front of Namjoon. Once he’s finished, Taehyung sighs happily. “Alright then, who wants pancakes?”
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It’s the week of finals that Namjoon finally gives in. After almost a month of a slightly strange dynamic in the dorm, it’s the stress of looming exams that breaks him.
Taehyung, as a benefit of being a fine arts student, has no final exams, and on the late Tuesday evening, the boy is chilling on the carpet in front of the television, painting his toenails a deep burgundy as he half-listens to the cooking show that’s playing.
You’re on clean-up duty after dinner, so you wait idly in the kitchen for the dishwasher to finish its cycle. After having an exam that afternoon, you’re still a little mentally-drained and sleepy, and so you don’t notice Namjoon approaching until he’s right in front of you.
He stops when your chests are almost but not quite touching, and you blink in surprise, craning your neck up to send him a questioning gaze. Clearly fresh out of the shower, the tops of his shoulders are pink, and his face is shiny. All he’s wearing is an old tank and some boxers. It’s his usual sleepwear this time of year, but something in his stance makes you take a second look at him, and the way the muscles in his arms jump when he rests his hands on the kitchen bench either side of you.
Your eyes jump back up to his face when he moves in closer, but instead of words, he just leans down and softly joins his lips to yours. You can see his eyes are squeezed shut before you close your own, and when you tilt your head to the side for him to access more of you, he sighs out shakily.
“Is this okay?” he whispers onto your lips, and you feel your own stretch into a smile.
Rather than responding, you give your answer by opening your mouth enough to slide your tongue across the seam of his lips. With a gentle gasp, he parts his lips for you and instinctively begins to follow your lead as you make out with him. A soft palm, one with far less callouses than Taehyung, cups your cheek, and you can feel the tremble of his fingers, so you place your hand over his and use the other to slip around the back of his neck and pull him closer.
You don’t know how long the two of you stay like that, breathing each other’s oxygen, joined always by lips, tongue, or a string of saliva. Namjoon is a good kisser naturally, though he seems more than happy to follow your lead. If this was Taehyung you were kissing, he’d be biting down and tugging on your lips by now. You had to admit that you appreciated this more intimate change of pace.
With eyes closed, sound is heightened, and the two of you jump and recoil away from each other when a sudden shout rings through the apartment.
“Hey,” Taehyung yells incredulously, “have you guys been doing that this whole time? Feel free to include me, you know.” You watch, sucking softly on your swollen bottom lip, as Taehyung bends down to blow on his toenails with a pout. He stands up and stomps over to the kitchen, waddling slightly as he tries not to smear his artistry.
Namjoon manages to get his voice back after clearing his throat, but it’s delightfully rough and low. “I hope this is okay with you two. I don’t know if what exactly I want this to be, all I know is that if I don’t get some stress-relief soon, I’m going to go insane.”
Taehyung’s pressing at Namjoon’s shoulder now, turning him and walking him back until the elder is sandwiched between Taehyung and the bench, in a role reversal of what he was like before. “It’s fine,” Taehyung assures, “in fact, it’s about fucking time.” Wordlessly, he drops to his knees and roughly starts tugging at the waist of Namjoon’s boxers.
“Wha- Taehyung,” Namjoon gasps, hands flying behind him to grip the edge of the benchtop. “Oh god, this is really happening.”
You watch with lidded eyes as Taehyung wastes no time in burying his hand down Namjoon’s shorts and lifting out the already-hard cock inside. In fact, he’s so eager that you barely get to see more than a flash of an angry red tip before the master of giving head has gone down on it, nose immediately brushing against the shower-damp skin of Namjoon’s lower abdomen.
“Fuck,” Namjoon makes out through a strained throat, staring down at the erotic sight with a mouth parted in lustful shock. He glances back up to you, a pleading look in his eyes as the younger boy begins bobbing on his cock, gurgling as he pushed past the point of gag reflex to take him all the way. Your eyes flicker down to the way the front of Taehyung’s throat bulges with every plunge. Namjoon must be big.
You take pity on the overwhelmed man, however, and lean forward to recapture his mouth, tongue slipping in to play with the tip of his. It brings a smile to your spit-slick lips when he simply leaves his lips parted, panting into your mouth, too out of his mind with pleasure to even move against you. Luckily, you’re more than happy to take the lead again, training your ear to the sound of wet choking, and lining the ministrations of your tongue with the action down below. You slip a hand around the back of Namjoon’s neck, on the tips of your toes, and you’re pressed so closely against him that Taehyung’s knuckles dig into your thigh where he’s holding onto Namjoon by the waist.
With eyes still closed in bliss, Namjoon’s head tips back willingly when you nudge at his jaw with your nose, nipping at the sensitive skin there and listening to the way his breath catches at certain spots. “Is it good?” you question in a breathless whisper, smirking against his skin when he sighs out an ‘uh-huh’ shakily.
Your enjoyment of his quivering comes to a premature end when you feel him swallow, and you pull back as he pushes Taehyung away by the forehead, the younger man wiping the drool around the bottom of his face with the back of his hand, unperturbed. “You were close, weren’t you?” he questions with a cheeky grin. “Don’t wanna come down my throat?”
Namjoon squeezes his eyes shut, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows again. “No,” he admits, “god, yes, but not now. I don’t want… I don’t want this to be over,” he makes out as he tries to catch his breath.
“It’s okay,” you coo, running a finger lightly over the wet patches you’ve left on his skin, watching him tremble underneath you, “we can do this as many times as you want, Joonie. Besides, it doesn’t have to be over just because you blow your load. Anyway, if you’re up for it, I think I’d rather not fuck in the kitchen. There are far comfier surfaces in this house.”
Namjoon nods distractedly, staring downwards with intense fixation. You follow his gaze curiously to see Taehyung lapping at the head of Namjoon’s cock coquettishly, batting his lashes. The older boy’s mouth is dangling open, dumbed by sensation. “Please,” he whispers almost silently, “I really don’t wanna come already.”
“Are you still close?” you ask wondrously. With tense shoulders, and a knitted brow, Namjoon nods tightly, hips shifting slightly underneath Taehyung’s grip. “Taehyung, off him now,” you command in an authoritative tone, holding back a grin when Taehyung sits back on his heels immediately, watching you carefully through eyelashes spiked together with unshed tears.
You wish you could stay there forever and drink in the sight. Taehyung, with his glossy, puffy lips, blinking up at you obediently, and Namjoon, shaking like a leaf as his much-needed high slips away from him. It’s a view to behold, but right now you’ve got uncomfortably damp panties and a throbbing in your core which needs to be remedied immediately. “My room,” you order, jerking your head at Tae to signal he should get up, “your bed is too tiny and Namjoon’s room’s a dump. Let’s go.”
While Taehyung jumps up and dashes happily down the short hall at your instruction, Namjoon cutely pauses to tuck himself temporarily back inside his boxer shorts before following. You take up the rear after giving them both a minute head start, pleased to see the younger boy taking the lead and undressing Namjoon, already naked himself. The two of you had a routine, you supposed one could call it, where you liked seeing Taehyung undressed and waiting, and Taehyung liked watching you undress slowly for him. A quid pro quo of sorts, and you were glad initiative had been taken to include the new party into the process.
“Alright,” you begin, lifting your shirt over your head and wiggling your pants down your legs, “what do you want to try most, Joonie? If we do this more than once, today will be the only time you get to make demands, so now’s the time.”
He shares a brief look with Taehyung, then puts his attention back on you. “I- I don’t even really know what there is to choose from,” he confesses, “can you guys just decide? I’m fine with whatever, honestly. This is amazing.”
Your face softens slightly at the compliment, but you don’t smile. “Your lucky day then, Tae-tae. What do you want to do to him?” Taehyung barely blinks, and a slow grin stretches across your face. “Or, rather, what do you want him to do to you?”
Yes. That’s it. Taehyung shudders, just slightly, shoulders pushing back a little to strengthen his stance and retain some dignity as he answers you. “I want him to fuck me.”
“Yeah?”
He nods. “I want him to fuck me while I go down on you.”
You can’t deny that the thought of it sends a pulse running through you. You take a deep breath, centering yourself. “C’mere,” you command sweetly, chest sticking forward a little to present yourself to him.
With a happy grin, Taehyung practically bounds over the short distance to you, and captures your lips briefly as he reaches behind you and deftly unsnaps the hook of your bra. As he pushes the straps down, you walk forward and force Taehyung to walk backwards until the two of you are in front of the bed. Slinging your bra off into some far corner of your room, you hop up onto the high-leveled mattress and let your hands prop you up, leaning back slightly to display your breasts like they’re on a silver platter.
You don’t miss the way Namjoon is following their every jiggle with dark eyes, but soon his vision is obscured as Taehyung utters his praise softly, bending down to wrap his lips around a stiffening nipple. The burst of wet warmth and sensation has you arching your back even further, fighting to keep your eyes open as every instinct screams at you to tip your head back and close them in bliss. “Tae,” you sigh as his tongue flicks over it and his teeth tug it to full peak. He used to be gentler with you, but that was before you informed him you liked it a little harsher, a little rougher. The feeling of his thumb and pointer finger twisting at one nipple while he sucks sharply at the other has your legs falling open wider around his thighs, trying to arch your back enough to grind your pelvis into the bed.
With your gaze trained on the fluffy mop of black hair shifting and glistening in the light as he played with your tits, you almost forget Namjoon’s presence, so used to it just being you and Tae. But he reminds you inadvertently when he goes to awkwardly lean against your bookshelf and knocks over a pile of unevenly stacked books on the top.
Tae breaks away from your chest and stares in shock, you laughing good-naturedly as the sweet, bumbling Namjoon apologizes profusely for ‘killing the mood’ and rushes to pick them all up. You hold out on arm wordlessly, and when Namjoon finally turns around and notices, he shuffles over to you nervously.
“Are you still okay with this?” you question one last time, pleased when he responds immediately with an earnest nod. “Then go into my bedside drawer and get a condom to put on, plus some lube. Wait on that side of the bed.”
While Namjoon does as he’s been told, you get Taehyung to sit on the bed, ass towards his hyung, right on the edge of the bed, and you lying on your back in front of him. “Panties,” you remind him, and he dutifully slips the lace down your legs, hooking it over the curve of your ass, and flinging it away. You let your legs fall wide open, bent at the knee, and Taehyung sucks in a breath in wonder at the excess slick that’s coating the inner tops of your thighs.
Returning, Namjoon looks up from rolling on the condom and does a double take at Taehyung’s behind. “He- wha-”
The younger male sticks his ass higher in the air, chest lowering to the mattress as he wiggles it teasingly. Although you can’t see it from in front of him, you have no doubt Namjoon is gaping like a fish at the glass butt blug that is firmly nestled inside of Taehyung.
“What?” Taehyung questions cheekily. “I wanted to be prepared.”
“Little slut,” you comment off-hand, scooting yourself down further so that your pussy lays tantalizingly in Taehyung’s immediate line of vision. “Go on then, Namjoon, take it out.”
The man’s cheeks are bright red, but his eyes are fiery with desire as he reaches between Taehyung’s legs, gently tugging at something that has very little give. A guttural, satisfied groan is half-muffled by the sheets as it comes sliding out in one sudden rush after the widest part passes his rim. A bewildered Namjoon tosses the glass plug aside uncertainly and lets his hands hover in the air.
You prop yourself up on one elbow as you use the other hand to guide Taehyung where you want him most. Moaning quietly, you keep it together and blink doelike at Namjoon. “Come on, Joonie. It’s not that difficult. Lube on Tae-tae, lube on you, then fuck him. He can take it, can’t you, Tae-tae?”
The vibration of an affirmative hum lights up the nerves in your clit and you bite your lip at the way Taehyung shakes his head back and forth on you, tongue sliding deliciously across your most sensitive areas.
You let yourself collapse back against the mattress, head almost tipping off the other side of it, as the pressure of a tongue at your opening distracts you from Namjoon cracking open the bottle of lube. The soft, giving texture of his muscle disappears to be replaced with unyielding fingers, two of them that press into you, sinking to the final knuckle. A groan of satisfaction comes out of you before you can think to hold it back, but then the fingers are stilling abruptly, and the warmth of Taehyung’s face directly between your legs disappears.
You crane your neck up to see him with his face pressed against the sheets, mouth open and brow furrowed in pleasure. Above him, Namjoon is slowly plunging into the younger boy, one strong palm holding him in place by the small of the back.
“Good?” you question briefly, not even sure who you’re talking to.
Namjoon nods and licks his lips and Taehyung lets out a garbled, wordless moan that you take as a resounding yes. Once his hips are flush against Tae’s ass and he’s buried to the hilt inside, Namjoon pauses for a moment to collect himself, stops to confirm with Taehyung that he’s ready, and finally begins thrusting.
They’re shallow and jerking, but neither man seems to mind, and once Taehyung recovers enough to plant his face between your legs again, fingering you deliciously as he slurped at your clit, every single thrust pushed Taehyung into you. You felt your tits bounce as you were caught up in the motion, and it’s no surprise when you crack your eyes open that Namjoon’s eyes are glued to them, a small streak of drool running down the corner of his mouth.
You grin at the sight, but you don’t have the energy to keep your eyes open as Taehyung cries out lowly in pleasure and redoubles his efforts on your pussy. You feel your hips lifting off the bed of their own account, and with a growl Taehyung wraps an arm around the top of your leg and tugs you back down to him, holding your wet heat firmly against his face like he’s trying to suffocate.
You can feel your thighs tremble with each desperate slam on Namjoon’s behalf, and you force yourself to wet your dry lips and address him again. “Joonie, how does he feel?”
Grunting with effort, Namjoon grips tightly onto the abundant flesh of Taehyung’s ass. “Fuck, so good,” he praises, “so tight around me, ungh, he keeps clenching, oh!”
You pant and smile, enjoying the rocking motion of each thrust that only heightens the pleasure of the doting tongue and fingers manipulating your core. “Are you close again, Joonie?”
“Nng, yeah,” he whines, starting to pair the driving thrusts with a grind every time he buried himself to the hilt. You feel Taehyung falter and let out a broken cry before continuing on doggedly, moaning nonsense into your folds. “I’m gonna come, fuck, can I come?”
As the hot coil of an impending orgasm tightens within you, you lift your legs to rest your ankles on the back of Taehyung’s shoulders, fighting the urge to grind up into him. “Come for us, Joonie,” you manage to spit out, moans breaking off into short bursts at every swipe of Taehyung’s tongue, pitch rising as you approached the edge. “Ah, yeah, I’m gonna come too.”
“T-Taehyung,” Namjoon stammers, “will you come?”
Deliriously, the younger boy nods into you, and you whine at the feeling. He takes the arm wrapped around your upper leg and brings it down his front. You’re unable to see, but you can tell with the desperate way Taehyung ruts downwards that he’s jerking himself off as he gets fucked, sucking indulgently at your clit all the while.
Taehyung’s a true multitasking Casanova in the bedroom, and it’s that last shake of his head while between your legs that sends you locking your thighs on either side of his head, body tensing up impossibly as you come with a loud cry.
Taehyung’s next, drinking you up sloppily for as long as he can, but eventually just resting his glossy, slick cheek against your inner thigh and biting down on the sensitive flesh as he comes apart. Miraculously, that leaves Namjoon lasting the longest, and it must be Taehyung clenching around him like a vice that has Namjoon holding himself buried deep inside, and grinding his pelvis into Taehyung’s ass to ride out his orgasm.
You’re panting desperately, barely aware of Namjoon waddling over to the bin, disposing of his condom with a satisfied groan and hopping on the bed beside you. You glance over at him with sleepy eyes, watching him slowly come down and return to being shy. A smattering of goosebumps rises up on the flesh of his arms and thighs, and he rubs at them nervously, curling in on himself.
Taehyung, still lying on your thigh like it’s a pillow, is sighing blissfully into the sudden quiet of the room, energy spent.
You want nothing more than to lie there, but you’re aware of the way Namjoon looks like he’s about to bolt. So, you gather the last reserves of your energy and push yourself into a sitting position. “Let’s put a movie on, or something,” you suggest, “and we can hop under the covers. It’s kinda cold in here, don’t you think?”
Namjoon nods earnestly with a grateful smile, and crawls on all fours up to the top of the bed, slipping himself under the covers, pulling them up high on his waist as he lounged back against the pillows.
You smile fondly at him. “I’ll do the sheets in the morning, but for now, I just want to chill out. Let me go pee, and I’ll be right back.”
While there is a shared bathroom in the hallway, Namjoon’s room for some reason came with an ensuite, and you always preferred it because he used nicer hand soap. It wasn’t until you were washing your hands, absentmindedly letting your eyes wander over all of his various hair and body products that you notice a flash of green. A tiny travel dictionary, Collins brand, resting atop the tissue box, half-opened to reveal a jagged cut-out vessel with two foil packets resting snugly inside. The ‘missing’ condom stash. That sly bastard.
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"WAAAUUAAAAAAAHHH!"
Adrien Agreste counted himself lucky that he had been on the way back to the wedding of his friend from their batter-smeared battle against Crepe Of Wrath when the cry sounded. When he watched Ladybug flying through the air, cartwheeling awkwardly. Normally he would expect her to be much more coordinated; she had been over the past year since they first began fighting crime together throughout Paris. But they were both human beings under their Miraculous masks, after all.
"Whoops! Milady needs me!" With a would-be casual shrug, he vaulted in her direction, angling the trajectory so he would catch her and land in a sturdy-looking shrub. Chat Noir wasn't about to let a damsel in distress go splat — especially when it was the damsel.
The one that mattered most to him.
But as he caught up to her, arm stretching around her body, she began to shimmer and shift. Oh no. Clearly she had lost her grip because her Miraculous was running out of juice, and her trusty yo-yo had dematerialized first. Poor Ladybug! But whoever lived behind those black polka dots and red spandex would just have to be dropped off in the bush and he would move along as fast as possible. They weren't allowed to know each other's identities.
"HRRK!" she grunted when his body connected with hers, blasting them both sideways. "Chat Noir, what are-"
That was as far as she got. Crash, snap, squish! It was all over in a flurry of limbs, both deciduous and homosapien, and… a strangely voluminous amount of fabric?
But Chat wasn't going to look. God, how badly he wanted to - this was something he had been dying to know every waking moment since he first laid eyes on the heroine! But it wasn't right if she didn't show him intentionally. So he slapped his hand over his eyes as soon as they were done falling and being smacked around by leaves.
"AuuuuuUUUGH, will you look at this?! I'm a trainwreck! Whyhyhyhyyyyy do these things always happen to me? How am I supposed to get married now?!"
Married?
No, it had to be a coincidence. Her voice did sound familiar, but there was no way…
Technically, she did tell him to look at her. And there was no way he could resist finding out of his hunch was correct. So he parted his middle finger from his index, for the tiniest peek…
The sweet, hapless Marinette Dupain-Cheng was struggling out of the bush, her wedding dress snagging on branches at every movement. Marinette. No way. This was impossible, it couldn't be her, of all people! Adrien refused to believe it!
But he didn't have a chance to confront her. Her bluebell-hued eyes glanced over and saw his hand covering his before she let out a little squeak and took off at top speed.
"Well…" Adrien wasn't sure who he was saying that aloud to. But as his ring began to signal his own transformation was imminent, he ducked into the nearest alley.
All this time, she had been right under his nose. For some reason, he had convinced himself that it couldn't possibly be someone who went to Françoise Dupont High School with him. And it turned out to be a good friend, but someone he had never really thought romantically about.
Marinette didn't even like him that way! Wasn't he doubly doomed? Or wait… she did once imply that she had feelings for him. But when he confronted her, she laughed it off and brushed it all aside, and he felt like an idiot for reading too much into the situation. Maybe it really was hopeless.
Besides… she liked Luka. He had seen him strumming his guitar for her often, fixating her with that seemingly sedated smile. That's why they were on their way to the altar now, barely eighteen and not wanting to waste a moment of their lives together.
"I'm so stupid," he hissed, slapping himself in the forehead.
"Got no argument from me," the magical floating ink spot that was his constant companion groaned from his shoulder.
"Plagg, not now."
"Yes, now, dude! Slip me some Camembert and we'll go after her. Or are you really going to let the love of your life get away because you're mopey and I didn't get my cheese fix?"
Rolling his eyes, he reached into the inner pocket of his suit jacket and produced a small wheel of fromage. The cat-shaped creature pounced on it and devoured it in a single bite.
"You really think there's any point?"
"You gonna know that for sure if you don't try, dumdum?" Plagg admonished him. Which he couldn't argue with. "Do the transformy thing already, I'm bored hanging around some smelly old alley."
"But you eat cheese that smells even- oh, nevermind. PLAGG, CLAWS OUT!"
                                      ~ o ~
'This was supposed to be the happiest day of my life.'
That kept repeating over and over in Marinette's head as she struggled her way up the subway steps. Apparently, she had neglected to slip her bus pass into her gazebo-sized wedding gown, so she had no other recourse but to hoof it all the way back to the cathedral.
"Darn it, Luka," she grumbled as she trudged along. "I told you I didn't want a big ceremony like this! I wanted a much more tasteful gown I designed myself, something more… compact! This thing's so pretty but I can't do anything but- YEEP!"
Down she went. Luckily the huge billows of fabric helped to cushion her face so she didn't end up with a bloody nose.
"But that," she finished, muffled. Reaching back, she pulled off one of her lovely white shoes only to find the heel had snapped off. "Oh, perfect! I was just thinking I needed something else to go wrong!"
A high, musical little voice chimed from her veil, "Marinette, it's only a dress! Think about how much Luka loves you! And you love him, don't you?"
She did. But Tikki's reassurances actually made her feel worse instead of better. Sure she loved him, but she knew her heart would always belong to Adrien. It just wasn't in the cards for them to be together.
"Need a lift, Mademoiselle?"
Her teary eyes glanced up to see who else but Chat Noir smiling down at her. The smirk he always wore for Ladybug was gone, replaced with something a little more polite, and his hand was reaching down to help her up.
"N-no, go away," she groaned. Then she remembered she wasn't supposed to be Ladybug right now; Bystander Marinette had no reason to be rude to him. "I m-mean… I'm fine, thank you."
"Your shoe is broken. And unless you see a cobbler nearby, you're going to cut up your poor foot trying to get where you're going. Let me help."
Fair point. Scowling, she raised her arms in defeat and let him scoop her up into a princess carry. She settled the broken shoe on her lap as he began to bound over the rooftops.
"You seem pretty at ease with this," he commented. Which made her realize she had failed to squeal at being hurtled through the air as any normal girl would have.
"Oh. Well… with all these crazy attacks lately, Paris isn't the sleepy little town it used to be," she joked with an awkward grin.
"Guess not." But he was looking at her so intently. As if he couldn't take his eyes off her… like she was…
It came to her in a flash. Maybe it was Ladybug's intuition, or maybe it was just remembering that she had transformed in front of him catching up to her brain finally.
"You… know it's me… don't you?"
Chat shrugged easily as he continued to leap her toward their shared destination. "You, who?"
"Over here," she quipped quietly. But her expression was bitter and resigned. "You can drop the act. You saw me spots-off."
Landing only a couple of blocks from the cathedral, the black-clad boy heaved a great sigh before setting her down. "So I did. But… I didn't think you would want me knowing, so I tried…"
"I didn't. Well, more like you're not supposed to know. Sometimes I thought it would be better if you did, but… rules and stuff."
Chat ran his fingers through his shaggy blond hair and stared out over the city they had sworn to protect together. "You treated me differently when you thought I didn't know who you were. Is it just… well, I don't know. Why?"
"Because…" Trying to put her finger on the reason, she finally gave up and just said, "You always lay it on so thick! How's a Ladybug supposed to fight crime with you blowing smoke up my skirt all the time?!"
Then she slapped her hands over her mouth, feeling terrible for being so rude. Especially when he wasn't freaking out over learning her secret, wasn't being accusatory or snide. But instead of being offended, he just laughed.
"Guess I should tone it down, huh? But don't worry, your secret's safe with me. Maybe someday, I'll share mine with you, if that's okay. I know I'm not supposed to, but-"
"No, no! It's alright. It's the code we are bound by." Then she smiled and nodded down toward the ground. "Mind dropping me off? I have a wedding to reschedule on account of ruined dress."
Chat winced when he took in the tattered state. Big swaths of fabric were hanging off, a hole gaped just enough that he could see her knee… plus the broken shoe. Marinette still looked beautiful but she certainly wasn't presentable to all her friends and family.
"Sure. I can do that no problem, Milady."
"That's another thing," she commented as he scooped her up to gently ferry her to the ground. "Do you have to keep calling me that? What century is this, anyway?"
"You're going to keep telling me all the things I'm doing wrong just because I asked one time, aren't you?"
"Youuuuuu betcha."
                                      ~ o ~
But Adrien Agreste's heart was a little lighter as he let Marinette's doting parents fuss over the state of her gown, he himself departing the chapel. Not because he knew his lady was already taken.
Because if they weren't getting married today, he still had time. Maybe there was hope for the Cat and the Ladybug yet.
                                      THE END…?
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Buffy Summers’s Diary (IX)
At some point I’ll probably ditch the roman numerals, but that day is not today.
 Dawn has the pointiest elbows in our family, along with icy feet. I know this because she insists on resting them against my ankles, which makes me regret not taking the couch. I nudge her.
‘Was it really because of Dad that you’re here?’
Dawn grunted. ‘Yes. Let me sleep.’
‘Why not Mom?’
‘She went on a retreat with Brian.’ Dawn rolled over.
‘She did? I didn’t know that.’
‘She probably called you. And since you don’t answer your phone…’ Dawn sighed. ‘Is me being here a problem for you, Buffy?’
‘No, of course not. You’re welcome to stay as long as you need to.’
‘I can pay half of the rent.’
‘Well I was going to bring it up in the morning, but yeah, okay.’
‘Wow, not even a family discount?’ Dawn turned over and gave me a sleepy lidded glare.
‘Please. You’ll eat me out of house and home.’ I poked her side. ‘Where do all the carbs go?’
She sniffed. ‘My hair.’
‘You do lose a lot of brushes in it.’
‘Oh shut up. I told you I don’t know where your boar bristle artisan whatever went.’
‘That brush cost me three hundred dollars.’
‘Well you should have tagged it with GPS, then.’
‘Don’t take my stuff in the first place, brat.’
‘Says the woman who put holes in my favorite pair of jeans. In the wrong places, by the way.’
‘They were already distressed denim, Dawn.’
‘You shouldn’t have gotten in that bar fight.’
I frowned. ‘I wouldn’t have gotten into that fight if you hadn’t gone into the bar.’
‘You’re worse than Mom, you know that?’
Dawn elbowed me.
‘Hey!’
‘Now can I go to sleep?’
‘Fine. And I’m not as bad as Mom.’
‘Sure you aren’t. And you can tell me why you were Meredithing in the morning, k?’
Morning brought the scent of charred coffee grounds in the air. I woke up and walked into the kitchen, where I surprised Dawn frantically dumping the contents of my coffee pot into the sink.
‘Well, at least you got it before the alarm went off?’ I yawned.
‘I took the batteries out before I started,’ Dawn admitted.
‘I don’t know if I should applaud you or ban you from the kitchen altogether.’
‘It’s a lot different from Dad’s machine.’ Dawn crossed her arms.
‘Yes. You just have to boil water and pour it over the grounds.’ I rinsed out the pot and ran the disposal. ‘I’ve got cereal and I can make you some eggs before I leave for the office.’
Dawn perked up. ‘Can I get an omelet?’
‘Sure. Anything else?’
‘I’ll make toast. You have chunky peanut butter, right?’
‘As if there was any other kind. In the corner of the bottom cabinet.’
 While I was heating up the pan, Dawn said casually, ‘So what was up with last night?’
‘Hmm?’
‘You know. You had Meredith Grey face. All mopey.’
‘I wasn’t moping. I had ice cream brain.’
‘Yeah but you only eat ice cream when you’re sad.’
‘I wasn’t sad…just disappointed. The Summers’s curse struck again.’
Dawn scoffed. ‘There isn’t a curse, you just have crappy taste in men.’
‘Excuse me, I-dated-an-Instagram-influencer.’
‘Okay, so RJ was a mistake. That’s fair. But I just have one strike against me, you’re like a whole season of the Bachelorette.’
‘Uh, not a whole season.’
‘A cable season, then.’ Dawn came up and stole a handful of shredded cheese. ‘You’re not cursed.’
‘I don’t want to talk about it. It’s pointless. What are your plans for the day?’
‘I’m helping Tara at her studio.’
‘Weren’t you interning somewhere? Some political campaign?’
‘That was last year, Buffy. And my candidate lost. That’s why we have Governor Snyder now.’
Dawn spread peanut butter on her toast, her expression pensive. ‘So I thought I’d take a break from politics. Tara offered me a job and I like it so far.’
‘How is she?’
Dawn smiled. ‘She’s doing really well. Professionally and personally – I think she’s dating again, but I’m not a hundred percent sure. She’s keeping it on the down low.’
‘Oh, good for her. Tell her I said hi.’
‘You can tell her yourself. Unless Willow got you in the divorce.’
‘Dawn.’
‘I think it’s dumb,’ Dawn mumbled through a mouthful of toast. She swallowed. ‘Tara’s our friend too. And just because you grew up with Willow doesn’t mean you should take her side automatically.’
 ‘I’m not taking anyone’s side.’
‘Prove it. Tara and I are having dinner tonight. Come.’
‘Fine, I will. Where is it?’
‘At Tara’s. I’ll text you her address.’
‘What time?’
‘Seven. You don’t have to bring anything, just yourself.’
‘Okay, I’ll see you there. And Dawn? I am glad that you’re here.’
Dawn nodded. ‘I know.’
I deleted all of my voicemails. I know I’m a coward. But I just couldn’t – well not face them, but I just didn’t want to know.
 I saw Anya on my way into work. She had a Bluetooth earpiece in and was arguing loudly into the air. ‘I don’t care what you think the market value is, Ferdinand. I want to know what the actual price is. And no, there will be no commission fee.’
She nodded at me as I reached the elevators.
‘Morning,’ she mouthed at me.
‘Morning, Anya.’
The elevator dinged and the doors slid open. I walked inside and breathed out.
‘Rough morning, love?’
‘Oh my god, William!’ I whirled around. He raised one scarred eyebrow in amusement. ‘Don’t do that!’
He peeled himself away from the wall and walked over to me. ‘Do what?’
‘Lurk. Make a noise or something.’
‘I did ask you about your morning.’ He leaned in. ‘You’re awfully jumpy.’
‘I am not jumpy. And you were hiding in the corner. Like some kind of –hiding creature.’
‘You are very hard to get a hold of, Buffy Summers. I thought you’d joined the witness protection program.’
He held up a finger. ‘You haven’t been in the office and you don’t answer your phone.’
His smile turned up at the corner. ‘So tell me. Who’d you kill?’
I matched his stare and then turned around. ‘If I told you, I’d have to kill you.’
His laughter rang out behind me. ‘Ah, I’ve missed this.’
   Cordelia’s cubicle was blessedly empty when I walked in. I looked around and saw no sign of Harmony or any of their clique. Feeling lighter, I made my way to my cubicle.
 It was covered in flowers – namely, sunflowers. They decked my walls and spilled over my desk. William stopped dead behind me. ‘Well, well. Do you have a secret admirer?’
I looked at him. ‘I don’t think so.’
He shook his head. ‘It wasn’t me.’
There was a hint of something in his gaze, then he looked away. ‘Well, I’ll leave you to it. I’ve got a deadline to meet.’
 I turned my attention back to the impromptu garden. There was a card, tucked behind my lamp.
I reached for it and opened it.
Even before I saw the cursive A – I knew.
There were only two words written on the card.
I’m sorry.
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12, post-anxciet (of course only if you’re comfortable writing that) with LAMP. please & thanks
12. “I heard you scream. Nightmares again?”
I’m fine with writing that! This ended up part spooky and part fluffy, so I’m gonna put it all under a read more so I don’t upset anyone. Especially since Deceit references are involved. So, that said:
Warnings: creepy nightmare atmosphere, darkness, mentions of/references to Deceit, snakes, strangulation (no death), crying
Hope you like it, anony-non!
Dark.
Everything around him is dark.
He’s walking, maybe stumbling is a better word, through a suffocating lack of light.
Where is he? The Commons? His room? Virgil’s not sure. He just remembers waking up-
Suddenly, there’s  pinprick of light ahead of him, and he’s running, sprinting, as fast as his legs can carry him, arms outstretched and eyes begging for the warm circle of yellow-
He pulls up just a few feet from the small spot, eyes wide and jaw clenched.
It’s not light.
It’s a snake.
A big, bright yellow snake with piercing golden eyes and a dark underbelly sits curled up on itself, watching him carefully. White fangs somehow glint as the creature opens its mouth in a hiss, or perhaps it’s a grin, before it speaks.
“We meet again.” Its tone is even, precise, calculated.
“For the last time.” Virgil spits out, fists clenching and unclenching at his sides.
“Oh, come now, Virgil, don’t be nervoussss.” The snake unravels itself but keeps its distance. “You know me; we’re friendsss,” it practically purrs out.
“I’m not nervous.” Virgil retorts through gritted teeth, though the pounding in his chest would betray him. “And we’re not friends.”  
“But we were,” the thing whines as it trails back and forth in front of him, then circling around him, and Virgil turns in place, following it with his eyes. “We were the besssst of friendsss…until you left me.”
“That’s not true!” Virgil cries out, throwing his arm out and pointing at the ground-crawler. “I was never friends with you! You used me! You-”
“Ussssed? Now that’s a ssstrong term….I sssimply played to your ssstrengths-”
“For you own advantage.” Virgil bites back.
“Perhapsss venturesss did benefit me, but ssstill…. it wasss fun, wass it not?”
“No, it wasn’t. We hurt Thomas. We hurt the others-”
“Oh, you mean your ‘friendsss?’“ The serpent snarls, and Virgil hears a whoosh behind him.
“-To offer his mopey, dopey, input…yeah, I don’t like him.”
“Psh. Roman? You’ll have to do better than that. I wasn’t in that video, but I saw it, genius.” Virgil snaps, keeping his eyes on the smiling serpent. “He’s not real.”
Another whoosh, and then silence.
“I’m no defeatist.”
“Old line.” Virgil grinds out.
“I’m no defeatist.”
“He’s not real.”
“I’m no defeatist.”
“We talked this out-”
“I’m no defeatist.”
“SHUT UP!” Virgil screams, and there’s a hand on his shoulder.
“Kiddo?”
“Patton?!” Virgil spins.
Patton is behind him, his brows creased in concern. “You okay there, kiddo?”
“Patton, am I-?”
Before he can react, Virgil hears a primal hiss behind him, and suddenly there’s a pressure around his neck, tightening and-he’s choking-
“Sssee, Virgil?” The bitter tone grates on his eardrums, and the “Patton” in front of him breaks into a wicked grin before vanishing. “I alwaysss get what I want….including YOU!”
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
A raw, gut-wrenching shriek escapes Virgil’s throat, and he bolts upright in bed, his hands grabbing desperately at his neck which is shockingly, blessedly, bare. He remains sitting up, hunched with his arms hugging himself tightly; his breathing is deep and labored as his eyes scour the room, untrusting of any hidden place or corner.
“Virgil?”
He nearly jumps out of his skin when Logan’s sleepy voice and a knock sound through his door.
“Kiddo , you okay in there?” Patton asks through a yawn.
“Open up!” Roman demands groggily, beginning to bang at the door now.
“Roman, stop it! You’re gonna upset him-!”
Virgil sighs and weakly flicks his wrist, and his door unlocks itself. He doesn’t particularly want company right now, but he also doesn’t particularly want to be alone. Plus, if it’s a battle of his will against those three, well….he doesn’t stand a chance against Patton alone.
Someone, likely Roman, throws open the door, and the three Sides cautiously step inside the room, looking around as if something or someone is waiting to catch them by surprise..
“What’s going on in here, Lord of the Screams?”
“What Roman means to say,” Logan interjects with a pointed glare at the Prince. “is that we heard you scream.” His tone softens as he slowly approaches the bed. “Nightmares again?”
Virgil nods wordlessly, staring at his hands as they continue to tremble, his lower lip following suit.
“Oh, sweetheart…” Patton approaches the bed and sits beside him, and Virgil roughly rubs at his eyes, trying to quell the outpouring of tears in vain. “Is it okay if I touch you?” The paternal Side whispers, tone soft but hopeful.
Virgil considers for a second but nods again, and Patton places a hand on his back, slowly trailing up and down his spine in a steady rhythm.
“Virgil….do you want to tell us what’s upset you?” Logan proposes carefully, and simply nods when Virgil’s breath hitches and melts into sobs. “No it is, then. That’s alright.” He soothes, sitting in front of Virgil on the bed. “Do we need to do your breathing exercises?”
Virgil shakes his head. “I-I just…need to cry, I think.” He whispers. “I’m n-not h-having an a-ttack.” He clarifies and reaches out for one of Logan’s hands. “Thanks, Lo.” He murmurs when the Logical Side grips his trembling hand in both of his.
“Squeeze as often and as tightly as you need to, Virgil.”
He does, a fresh round of tears spilling from between his screwed up eyelids as he brings his other hand around and grips Logan’s hands tightly, squeezing and releasing as the tension builds and dissipates in his chest.
“Dearheart…” Virgil hears Roman’s deep murmur from beside him and suddenly he is enveloped in warmth. The Royal’s arm is around his shoulders, and Roman draws close to him.
They are quiet for a little while, allowing Virgil the cry himself out in peace and offering only their physical comforts. Eventually, the Anxious Side’s sobs trail off into quiet cries, and Roman rouses himself with a deep breath.
“I dreamt tonight, too.” Roman mutters into his ear; his husky tone is somehow rich and soothing all at once. “It was a nice dream, though. It was…happy. Do you want to know why it was happy?” Virgil nodded against his shoulder, biting his lip to hold back a whimper. “It had all four of us. We weren’t doing anything in particular; we were just…together.”
“You’re…such a sap.” Virgil mumbles, chuckling at the indignant grunt from Roman. “But that does sound nice. Just being happy together.” He sighs and releases his grip on Logan, leaving one with the Logical Side and placing the other on Patton’s thigh.
“-Th-ank you, guys.” He gasps as a residual sob shudders through him. “I think…I’m okay now.”
“Do you want us to stay with you?” Patton asks quietly, taking Virgil’s hand and rubbing his thumb against the back.
“We could go into my room.” Roman suggests, shrugging when the other three look at him questioningly. “My bed is the biggest; we all know that.”
“That is certainly an undisputed truth.” Logan remarks. “I will never understand your need for such a large, fluffy bed for just yourself.”
“It’s called comfort; you and your twin bed should try it sometime.” Roman bit back.
‘Alrighty, kiddos, let’s go to Roman’s room and get ourselves back into bed, shall we?” Patton rises and gently pulls Virgil along with him, not letting go of the other’s hand until they’ve all safely padded down the hall and into Roman’s room.
Roman immediately climbs into his bed, and Logan scoots in next to him and immediately settles in, facing the wall. Virgil approaches the bed, and Roman smiles and opens his arms. Virgil hesitates at first, but Patton tenderly prods him onto the mattress and into Roman’s arms, quickly climbing in after him. The Prince positions Virgil against his chest, but the Anxious one is stiff in his embrace.
Then, Virgil’s ears pick up a sound: a heartbeat.
Virgil’s ears, his head, become filled with the beating in Roman’s chest. The sound is constant, steady, and strong, and it drowns out all of the residual noise and fear lingering in Virgil’s consciousness. His breathing slowly evens out and takes on the same pattern, his own chest rising and falling in sync with the slow pound.
He’ll have to ask Roman about the simulated pulses later, but for the moment, Virgil finds himself relaxing into Roman’s hold, the rhythm beneath his breast lulling the Anxious Side into a blissfully dreamless slumber.
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fanaste · 7 years
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I Miss You
Intended fan fic for Feb 11th of PataterWeek = Cuddling/Snuggling.  But I missed the deadline.  So it’s here now and that’s just the way it’s gotta be.
Fandom: OMGCheckplease
Pairing: Alexei Mashkov/Kent Parson
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 2869
(Also on AO3)
The apartment is quiet when Alexei opens the door.  He listens out for signs of life but there's nothing save for the hum of the refrigerator followed shortly by a slight tinkling sound and then soft thudding across the hardwood.  Alexei crouches, folding his huge body nearly in half to greet the tiny animal who captured his boyfriends heart long before Alexei tried for it.  Kit mewls softly as she rubs her face along his extended hand, letting him pay her due attention before she winds her body through his long legs, brushing her side against his ankles.  When she's done she takes off for the kitchen pausing only long enough to send back a look that clearly says 'come along then'.  Not one to ignore the cat even though objectively he knows it's ridiculous to let an animal call the shots, he follows stopping with an amused smile when he sees Kit staring up at the cupboard where they keep her food. She's clever he'll give her that.  Genius even, because Alexei didn't think he was a cat person at all until he met Kit.  Alexei is pretty certain he's in Kent's heart but Kit is still making him work for it and seeing as he loves Kent as much as Kent loves his cat he takes the bowl out and fills it up.  She rewards him by dipping her face delicately into the bowl, eating a few pebbles and then sauntering away as if she didn't really want it. "You just like to see men dance." he whispers accusingly.  He swears he sees the cat shrug.
Coming back into the hallway he toes off his sneakers and strides to the living room.  Because of his size Alexei can't seem to walk anywhere quietly so when he reaches the warmest room in the house Kent's squinting up at him sleepy eyed and ruffled.  He has a pillow scar on his cheek and he looks so adorable Alexei has to take a breath. "Hey." Kent croaks. "Hi." he tips his head to the side, "Tired?" "Practice was tough." "You hurt?" A gentle bolt of concern pierces him. Kent makes a face, "No.  Just old." Hockey players are terrible at admitting when they're hurt.  Like any career athlete injury is the difference between sitting out a few games and ending their career.  Most of the time guys cover it up hoping that an ice bath, massage or rest will cure whatever phantom ache they've picked up.  They rub some dirt on it and carry on hoping no one is the wiser and if asked point blank about it they'll lie.  Their coaches and PR are just as bad.  The key to handling an injury is misdirection.  Which means that when Kent says he's fine Alexei doesn't believe him but he doesn't want to argue so instead he says, "Still a few years left in you."
"For hockey or for you?" Alexei grins, "Both." "Be nice to me." Kent groans. "I always nice to you.  Very nice." He gives Kent a hot look and the other man, too tried to check himself, blushes.  It's a good look on a man who frequently has more front than Brighton.  He nods towards the sofa, "Room for me?" Kent nods and Alexei shrugs out of his jacket and unbuckles his belt, pulling it mock seductively through the loops. "Take it off." Kent says in a funny voice looking more awake now. "Easy." Alexei breaths crawling over his boyfriends form and easing into the gap between the back of the sofa and Kent's sleep warm body.  Without prompt Kent lifts his head so Alexei can slide his arm under it, providing a nice bicep pillow.  His height makes him the perfect big spoon, a role he plays often and eagerly.  He loves it, the feel of Kent curled up against his hard muscles, pressed fully into every dent and ridge like the spaces were made just for him.  He inhales the smell of Kent's shampoo and nuzzles the soft skin at his nape pressing his lips there, tasting him. Sometimes they make love like this, their bodies so close they can't even really move, they just breathe together' Alexei savouring the feel of himself inside Kent's body and Kent savouring the feel of Alexei inside him, around him.  In those moments Alexei thinks their bodies must have been made for one another, there's no other explanation for how well they fit together.  It's a powerful feeling he’ll never get enough of. "You're cold." Kent bitches with no real feeling. Just to be a brat - usually Kent's job - he rubs his cold nose against Kent's skin.  "You're warm." He sighs. Kent grabs his hand pulling it over to rest on his firm sculpted belly.  Alexei spreads his fingers out letting the tips of them dip just slightly beneath the sweatband of the grey joggers that stretch deliciously over Kent's backside.  He doesn't make a move to tuck his hand in further or reach for Kent's dick, it's enough to tease, to just be this close and know that when they wake they'll still be together. "Missed you." Alexei rumbles. "It was only a few days." He freezes.  These are not Kent's words they're Alexei's and he said them with an exasperated sigh just before walking out of the apartment for four days to go to Dallas.  He doesn't know what Kent means by this, they both know that being together while their teams tour and train is difficult.  Hell it took them a year to get to this point, with Alexei essentially squatting at Kent's when he's near Vegas and Kent living out of a giant suitcase when he's near Providence.  During their long drawn out courtship there was a whole four months where they just missed each other coming in and out of states.  Kent would text Alexei that he'd be in town just as Alexei was watching it fade from view. Kent: Just arrived in Detroit. Alexei: Bus just cross state line.
He wasn't used to being the mopey one on the bus. "Kent." he tries not to sigh but he doesn't want to argue.  He's missed him too much to spend the time they have together arguing about something that neither of them can or even really wants to change.  Well, that's not strictly true.  Alexei does want to change the way it feels like they're always just snatching time together but in order to do so one or both of them would have to give up hockey and as much as they love each other they also love hockey.  It's who they are not just what they do.  It's what makes them great players. Kent's given up so much to get where he is now.  To give up hockey too would make all that sacrifice for nothing.  Alexei doesn't want either of them to give up what they love but it does kill him to know that every visit starts a countdown.  He loves Kent, he wants to move in with him or have Kent move in with him but they've both been putting it off because they're training grounds are in two different states meaning it's cheaper to keep two apartments rather than stay in hotels or wear out their friends sofa's. Even if they can afford to room hop at nice hotels Alexei hates hotels.  Everything is too small for his giant hands and as nice as it is to have your breakfast cooked for you he likes cooking his own breakfast thank you very much. It's just hard because they miss each other and rather than talk about it (because really, how many times can you argue about something that you can't ever change?) they find themselves sniping and snarling.  Maybe it's an effort to stave off the hurt of departure.  To prompt the pain before it can surprise attack you.  Stupidly they think that parting on a fight means they'll both be too mad to be sad about missing one another but it never works that way.  The anger just piggybacks onto the sadness making them feel worse. For Kent it's worse.  Alexei knows this because he knows him.  Kent is a stewer.  He lashes out over fights and arguments he doesn't really care about, hell he spends his fair share of time in the sin bin so he's not afraid to throw down and be seen to throw down but when it comes to arguing with the ones he loves an onlooker could be forgiven for thinking it never happens.  Alexei knows better.  He and Kent fight, they fight about being apart, they fight about their apartments and their future with the NHL and after it, but it's a quiet fight.  It's a resentful grumble beneath the breath.  It's a door slammed in one of their apartments.  It's a strained exchange before they turn in for bed, sleeping next to one another but on opposite sides as far as they can get without falling off.  They might exchange a few words about the actual problem and, yeah okay, they blow up at each other and shout but for the most part Kent will keep what bothers him about their situation to himself. With a breaking heart Alexei knows it's because Kent is afraid he won't care.  That one day he'll turn around and say something like, 'You are right.  I am sick of this fight.  I don't want to have it anymore because I am tired of you.'.   Alexei would never brush off Kent's fears like that because they are his own but Kent is very used to people turning from him.  Wound tightly together in bed after some particularly intense sex Kent had admitted, with his face buried in Alexei's chest, that he doesn't like to tell the ones he loves that he's upset with them or frustrated by something they do because they don't need him as much as he needs them so it would be easy for them to decide to up and walk away, to decide that they were tired of how needy he was.  Kent is very insecure about his place in other people's worlds.  Even the teams. Alexei still gets mad when he thinks about it and yes a little frustrated because he doesn't know how to tell or show Kent enough just how important he is to him, how loved he is by him.  It's not that Kent is constantly moving the goal it's that he doesn't even bother setting one up on his ice because he doesn't think anyone would wanna score. Alexei wants to score. He loves Kent so much it makes him breathless and he can't stand the knowledge that Kent will have spent four days festering about their last fight but not mention it because he's afraid Alexei will leave. "We should talk about before I left." Alexei feels Kent stiffen in his arms. "It's fine.  It was silly." he shrugs his broad shoulders to illustrate how not big of a deal it was. It wasn't a big deal, they didn't say things they would regret or be unable to come back from but it was deal enough that he thinks they should talk about it.  "You were upset." "I'm over it." "Are you?"  Kent doesn't say anything and that feels like progress because though he doesn't say anything he isn't lying either.  "I'm sorry I stormed out.  I know you were upset.  Me too." "I know." he whispers his breath fanning out over his forearm. "Away is difficult." "It's only going to get tougher." "Is okay." Kent turns in his arms and the forlorn look on his face makes Alexei's heart beat out of time.  "What if it's not?" He pauses a little scared.  Is Kent asking him or telling him? "What you mean?" Kent opens his mouth to answer and Alexei inhales subtly not because he's steeling himself (well maybe he is a little bit) because he doesn't want to spook Kent back into silence.  Except it doesn't work.  Kent closes his mouth then lies and says, "Don't worry about it." He can't help the growl of frustration that leaves him.  "Kenny.  I am here now." "I know babe and I'm loving it trust me." he throws a leg over his hip pushing their groins together trying to prompt the sort of reaction that guarantees no talking for...thirty minutes at least. Alexei stills him with a hand on his thigh fighting the urge to slide it up and over his firm bubble butt.  "Kenny stop." Kent blinks at him self-consciously.  He blushes, embarrassed not turned on.  "Okay." he tries to withdraw his leg but despite the theme of the situation Alexei quite likes it there so he holds on. "You were upset about my leaving.  I was upset too-" "I know." "You still upset?" At length he replies, "Yes.  I just-" he breaks off with a sigh and Alexei prompts him with a gentle but insistent look.  "It's hard to keep doing this.  Six months of not seeing each other for more than a few days.  Weeks apart while we play tournaments.  Staying in hotels...alone?" The implication is not subtle and Alexei bristles.  "I am alone." "I know, I know!" Kent presses his palms against Alexei's chest.  "But I'm just saying that if you wanted to, you know not be alone...I'd get how that happened."
"I never cheat on you.  I never ever cheat on you." he can't even believe Kent is saying this right now.  There is no one else Alexei wants.  He has what he wants right here and he's so Goddamn happy.  "Do you want? Other men?" The thought makes him sick.  Kent isn’t the only one who can make secrets of his feelings.  Alexei has a secret fear, the kind of fear you can visualise clearly when you realise how real it’s potential is, that Kent will break his heart.  He doesn’t know how he’ll do it, intentionally or unintentionally, reluctantly or eagerly but he knows he can.  Kent thinks he’s the only one with fears but he’s not. "No, God no."
"Then why say it?"  Kent shrugs but Alexei knows why.  "I love you." "I love you too."
"No, Kent." he whips out the use of his full and proper name.  "We are apart for long time.  A lot I know and I miss you, painfully.  But there is and can never be anyone else.  If you want others you tell me now but I want you only and I want you to want me only too." "I do.  I do want you only.  I get...scared." he says the word like he had to pry it from the iron vice of his throat.  "It's lonely on the road." "Are you lonely?" Kent nods and Alexei feels like he’s been hollowed out.  "But only for you.  I miss you."  The words don’t sound as nice as they did a moment ago.
"I am lonely too.  But I miss you.  I don't miss other men.  I miss you." He ducks to meet his boyfriend’s gaze hoping that it helps Kent to believe him. "Okay." Alexei really hopes it is okay because he doesn’t want to have this conversation again.  Long distance is hard but Kent is worth it.  What they have together is worth the late night face times, the fumbling skype sex and the quiet phone calls on the bus as they drive through the night.  When he’s on the phone he catches eyes with Jack who gives him a sympathetic smile.  He remembers these days.  The days when he and little B were stuck in separate time zones with the date of their reunions seeming so elusive even as they drew nearer.  It’s not even just about keeping the relationship a secret.  They’re not intentionally hiding the relationship from the public but their own expectations can be challenging enough without the expectations of perfect strangers leaping out at them through twitter or at their games.  Alexei has never once thought of cheating on Kent no matter how lonely he felt.  No matter how hard things seem Alexei knows that it’s all worth it for this man. "Okay?" Kent nods.  "Yes okay." "No cheating.  From me or you.  Promise me?" Kent looks him right in the eyes, the pale absorbing blue of them drawing him in looking happier than a minute ago.  More confident.  "I promise." He presses their lips together and they kiss slowly, deeply.  Alexei kisses him like he missed him.  Passionately.  When they break away they’re both panting.
"I missed you." Kent sighs dazedly. "Oh yeah?" Finally, finally! Alexei dips his hands into Kent's joggers giving him a teasing stroke through his briefs.  His dick twitches to life beneath his palm immediately.  "How much?" Kent bites his bottom lip.  "You can't tell?" Alexei can definitely tell yet still teases, "I not sure.  Could be morning wood."
"It's the evening." Kent smirks.
He works his hand beneath the boxers and curls his fist around the warm hardening, pulsing flesh.  With a wicked grin he decides, "Then we should go to bed.
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Are you still taking prompts? Drunk kylux!! -immmaghost 💚
Hi! Thank you for the prompt :) I hope you like this! 
One time Kylo is drunk and one time Hux is
Almost 4 am. Either really late or very, very early. Hux wondered how he’d landed himself in this situation. Babysitting a drunk bulk of a man was not how he had envisioned his night.
Granted, he hadn’t really known what would happen when he finally agreed to move in with Phasma and her roommate, just for Phasma to move out a few weeks later. Hux reminisced.
“He’s… funny, Hux. You’ll get used to him.” Phasma had said, box resting on her hip to ruffle Hux’s hair. Some days later, Hux was still waiting to see just what was so funny about the brooding guy sharing half of the apartment.
Hux did admit to himself ―rather regretfully― that this Ren guy was good looking. He’d even go so far as to say that he was hot. Whatever the case, he was either never home during the day or, if he was, he never left his room. Hux had yet to to hear more than three words from  him.
Which was why it had been such a shock when seemingly out of the blue Ren came out of his room that night ―impossibly tight jeans, a shirt that could very well have been painted on― and said to Hux “let’s go out”. Charming, Hux thought. How could he refuse?
They walked mostly in silence, Hux making a comment here and there, mostly to distract himself from having second thoughts and going back to the apartment. Without warning, Kylo stopped.
“Here.” He held the door for Hux.
Hux raised an eyebrow. He wouldn’t have looked at this place twice but fine, here they were.
After the first drink, Kylo began getting louder, talkative. Hux didn’t fail to notice that Kylo was closer to him than he’d been a few minutes before, but it was alright, the bar was too noisy and Ren seemed to finally be interested in having a conversation.
A little while later, however, Hux began thinking Kylo had had enough to drink after he had to put a hand to Kylo’s chest to stop him from climbing on the bar to dance. Hux managed to convince Kylo they could dance by their table, no need to get on top of a table.
They were dancing really close to each other, their foreheads almost touching, Kylo’s hands on Hux’s waist.
“Why don’t we go home?” Hux suggested in a breathy voice. Kylo nodded and downed his last drink.
In the end, though, it really would’ve been a good idea to tell Kylo to go easy on the alcohol.
When they got back to their apartment, Kylo was in a I-love-everyone phase, still talkative, somewhat cheerful. He leaned on Hux while he opened the door and he was going on about how much he loved Hux’s cat, and how glad he was that Hux had moved in and how much he liked Hux when Hux interrupted him.
“I like you too.” Hux seized his chance and kissed a stunned Ren. It was a quick kiss, though, because Kylo started sobbing, scolding himself for not noticing that Hux liked him and for every single failure he could remember.
Hux was nonplussed, he helped Kylo sit on the couch and thought that maybe some strong coffee would sober him up and calm him down.
“Unbelievable,” Hux said to himself in the kitchen. “So he goes from quiet, brooding and annoying to loud, boisterous and annoying and from there to sad, mopey and annoying.”
Kylo was fast asleep on the couch when Hux brought him the coffee. Hux covered him with a blanket and let him sleep it off. He didn’t go back to his room, though, he sat by the couch to make sure Kylo was fine. Hux looked at his watch, almost 4 am.
They officially started dating the next day.
The next time they went to that bar, it was their one-month anniversary. Neither of them had actually meant to celebrate the date but here they were. Kylo was drinking slowly, memories of the last time he’d been there were still fresh on his mind. Well, what he could remember anyway. Meanwhile, Hux was in the mood to have fun. Three tequila shots later, his eyes were glazing over, his face was flushed and he was all over Kylo.
“Hux, do you feel alright?” Kylo asked between concern and amusement.
“Neeever better.” Hux whispered in his ear and planted a sloppy kiss on Kylo’s cheek. This was a warning that Hux was drinking too much. Hux hated public displays of affection.
“Right, how about we get you a glass of water?”
“Don’t be boring, Kylo.” Hux pulled him in for a kiss, he bit down on Kylo’s lip too hard.
“Wanna dance?” Kylo suggested, taking Hux’s hand and standing up, thinking maybe sweating would be good for Hux. He ran his tongue over his bruised lip. Hux took this as an invitation to kiss him again.
Kylo lost himself in the kiss until he felt Hux’s hands underneath his shirt. He tried to push Hux’s hands away gently and sure, Hux did move his hands. He was now grabbing Kylo’s ass. Kylo was bright red.
“What? I like your butt.” Hux grinned and squeezed it.
“It is… aahh… not appropriate…”
“Oh, I see… is this… inappropriate too?” Hux pressed his body as much as he could, grinding on Kylo.
“Most definitely.”
“I just… want… you so much…” Hux muttered, sucking on Kylo’s neck.
“Then let’s go home, ok?” Kylo said, trying to clear his head. Get Hux home, yes, that was the mission. Good. Kylo thought it would be better to call a cab, they were close but he didn’t think Hux could walk all the way to the apartment.
Hux was snoring the second he got inside the car. Of course, Kylo thought shaking his head. He carried Hux upstairs and into his bed. He would very much like to experience Seductive Hux just a bit before Sleepy Hux arrived but it would have to be some other time.
“Happy anniversary.” He whispered to Hux and turned off the lights.
Bonus: One time they both get drunk
Hux woke up feeling like his head was going to split in two. Who the hell was making such a racket? He turned around and saw that Kylo had a pillow on his face.
“Kylo?” Hux said, his voice hoarse, his head throbbing painfully. He was still trying to remember why they were in such a pitiful state when Phasma marched into the room. So that was the noise, Phasma coming in.
“I hope both of you are pleased with your performance.” She said, louder than necessary.
“What?” Hux looked at her. Kylo pressed the pillow harder on his face.
“Oh, you don’t remember, do you?” Phasma tapped her foot. Hux closed his eyes. Images of him and Kylo laughing, dancing, kissing.
“We made out a bit, so what?”
“Made out a bit?” Phasma yelled. “You got into the fountain. Naked.”
“You owe me for that.” Kylo’s voice came from under the pillow.
“I will never invite you anywhere fancy again… but it was awesome.” She laughed and left, slamming the door behind her.
Hux turned to his side to kiss Kylo but his head was still spinning too much.
“Maybe later, then.”
“Later.”
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