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toast-on-dandelioms · 3 months

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What if m/c had been accepted for a scholarship abroad and just ended up stayinv there becoming the resident hero ? They did keep in regular contact with Alfred tho, seeing as he was the only family member who didnt ignore them.

Ok that is interesting and for this (which is not in the storyline in part 4) I will add another hero or two instead of Superman since he's not THAT special.

Small disclaimer: I am not sure if Green Arrow lives in Central City and where I searched told me he lives there so don't come at me that it's wrong please (I changed it to Star City so if you see it changed here is the answer)

This is based two years before you entered highschool so when you were 13 and already in Bruce's Manor.

You were there for a year and after suffering so much from Damian's tormenting you and everyone just ignoring you made you so tired and you wanted, no, needed to leave the manor and city.

You knew it was drastic but you couldn't do it anymore, you missed your mother and being sent to a home where people detest you just for existing made you feel so bad you couldn't even leave your room without a panic attack at the thought of being hurt by Damian's words or weapons or being ignored by everyone when you tried to say anything.

You applied to a few scholarship far away from Gotham to enter some prestigious schools in different cities so you could spread your choices if you got accepted.

You didn't say anything to Alfred until you received many scholarships and you chose the one in Star City, wanting to be as far away as possible from Gotham and the Waynes.

The only problem was getting Alfred to accept to send you there since he was the boss in the house, not Bruce.

You knew Bruce wouldn't care if he sent you somewhere else but you didn't want him to know where you would be going but still needed his money since you were a thirteen year old with no job or an allowance.

Thankfully Bruce just signed it without looking when Alfred showed him some random papers and off you went to your new life in Star City.

As years passed you became more social since you weren't held down by the neglect of the Waynes and you were around people who actually sought you out and didn't completely ignore you.

You kept dancing and sent all of yours training practices, plus all your small and big dance recitals to Alfred so he could see you dance since he couldn't come to every single one of them and you didn't blame him.

When you turned 15 you found a part-time job at a science company where they allowed you to work on your experiments with the supervision of an another scientist.

Unfortunately (or fortunately) you got bit by a radioactive spider that escaped from the same scientist who was supposed to supervise you and gave you the spider abilities.

Which did worry you but you learned to control your newfound superhuman strenght and also your weird sticking to surfaces and walking on walls.

Did it take a while? Yes, but it was worth it.

You also decided to become a vigilante because why not? Why not put your life in danger every night just to not receive any money compensation from it?

You're not as active as your alterego in Gotham since you actually have friends here and you're not held down by years of neglect which pushed you to help people.

You helped people whenever you could and one night, during a patrol you accidentally bumped into Green Arrow and fought with him for a while before both of you realised neither of you two were villains.

You did apologise and after a few more encounters and you pulling some pranks on Oliver because he was an easy target to prank, like come on. The man wears green and has an arrow. You can't not prank that man and call him Robin Hood.

You became his little helper, got his phone number and helped him with some villains whenever you could and especially if he let you.

You also trained your fighting with him, which got you beat up and with so many black eyes that you had to beg him to not hit your face since you couldn't keep worrying your friends and dance instructor since they were starting to ask questions and you couldn't fool them forever.

You also met Roy, aka Speedy, while on a mission with Oliver and also got along with him despite his hatred for Oliver and gained a new older brother.

After a year of helping Oliver around and training to fight decently and not only use your superhuman strenght, he finally let you come to a Justice League meeting.

You met Batman and Damian there, along with Superman and Jon to which you tried to get along with but the two of them were extremely clingy and knew a bit too much about you which creeped you out.

During the meeting you stayed very close to Oliver to avoid the two teens and also hide from Batman and Superman since they kept staring at you even while talking.

After the meeting Batman did try to approach you and you avoided him, but while walking away he just said "(Y/N)", which made you stop before walking off.

You immediately knew that he knew who you were under the mask but you didn't care that he knew.

You just ignored him and his calls, plus his sons calls. You refused to even give him a bit of attention, especially since he didn't bother you for years but now they wanted your attention?

God no, you still had dignity and self respect. Giving them attention would be like forgiving them for all those years of not even knowing you existed.

Finally the calls stopped but they started to appear everywhere you went in Central City.

You went to school? You were called in the principal office where Bruce was and scolded you lightly about putting your mother's last name when it should have been his.

Your hand started to bleed from how hard you were gripping it so you wouldn't yell at the man in front of the principal.

What you hated more was the look of love Bruce had when he scolded you, gently patting your head as he talked.

You showered at least three times before you finally felt clean after feeling Bruce touch you so lovingly.

Everywhere you went as you or as Spider, you would be met by either Bruce or one of his kids, which got even more frustrating when they would try to coax you to come back home to Gotham.

Dick would try to coax you, too into his delusional idea that you were being forced to stay here with Green Arrow even though you told him many times that it wasn't true.

He would also manipulate you by fake crying whenever you yelled at him or ignored him, making you even more frustrated because he kept on caring about himself and didn't see how you were happy in Star City.

Jason would just follow you and talk like you never left, complaining about Bruce or Damian and offered to go to a café or restaurant to catch up and see what you were up to.

Even yelling at him that he didn't care when you left didn't budge him and made him give up. No, it made him even more persistent on trying to act like you two were close and a happy family.

You also had to slam the door in Tim's face so many times whenever he would knock at the door of your apartment, you had to replace the doorknob and locks too many times to count from Tim picking the locks and you destroying the doorknob from your strenght.

Plus, arriving home to relax and seeing both Tim and Bruce in your apartment with dinner made you sick but you had to endure since you couldn't afford to change apartments since it was in the best position in the city.

Oh but Damian was the worst. He would act like he never hurt you sometimes or other times used his own past as a way to show that he had it worse than you.

Did you throw him off a building when he said that? Yes but unfortunately for you, Jon was there to catch him which made you even more frustrated.

Clark? He was decent sometimes, you met him before when he talked with Oliver and you were around but you always got a creepy vibe from him.

Especially when he kept on staring at you or gave you things like small trinkets you saw but never bought. It was so creepy that he knew what you liked, plus he kept on calling you nicknames like a father would do to his child.

Jon wasn't that bad. He did leave you alone when you asked but he also helped you. The only problem was that he acted like you were his older brother/sister and talked about times you two were together when you distinctly remember being alone when you did those things.

You did call Alfred once, he was the only one you told that you were Spider since he kept on asking why you were always full of bruises on your face and arms and you couldn't lie to him.

The call did not go well, with you yelling at Alfred that he ruined it since now Bruce knew who you were and he ruined your once happy life just because he wanted you back home.

After a while of seeing Bruce and his kids and them trying to manipulate you into going back home, plus Clark and Jon, you decided to go to the only person you trusted the most in Star City.

You went to Green Arrow and confessed to everything, you told him about your mother's death and how you were suddenly sent to a family who couldn't care less about you.

You didn't hide that you were Bruce's biological child and also showed him your scars that Damian made in the year he tormented you.

At the end of the confession you were crying, the memories of Damian hurting you with all the neglect and blatant hatred towards you made you breakdown in an ugly cry.

You kept crying even when Oliver hugged you, hugging him back with all your might as you didn't want him to leave you.

You did admit that you thought many times on going back since they kept on insisting and you weren't that strong, you couldn't resist forever with all that pressure.

By saying that, you felt Oliver freeze for a second before hugging you back and holding you close, like you hugging him with your super strength didn't faze him one bit.

What you didn't feel was the tiny prick of a needle being inserted in your neck, the only thing you last heard before collapsing in Oliver's arms were "sorry kid, can't let you leave me"

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unfinishedslurs · 1 year

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jock on jock violence (past steve/tommy)

“Just leave people alone, Tommy,” Harrington says lowly. Dangerously. Harrington’s always been dangerous, in the way that straight, entitled jocks have always been dangerous to Eddie, but sometimes Eddie thinks he dropped the crown to pick up a sword. There’s something sharper about him now, something that wasn’t there before Halloween. Different from the fake smiles and shifty eyes after the Byers kid went missing. Not that Eddie’s been looking.

“Leave them alone?” Hagan demands. “Like how you left me alone?” And wow, is he delusional? Did he just completely forget about his girlfriend, Hargrove, and the entire fucking basketball team?

“Not everything is about you! Seriously, man? You’re just gonna twist what I’m saying like that?” Harrington snaps, and oh, Eddie doesn’t want to be here for this. If the former king and his old lackey duke it out, he does not want to get caught in the crossfire. “Jesus, grow up. Sorry I got sick of being a total dick.”

“Oh, yeah, now you’re just sucking Byers’s—“

“You want to go there? Do you really wanna go there, Tommy?”

Shit, Eddie should not be here for this.

“Shut your fucking mouth,” Hagan says, suddenly panicked.

“I thought you liked my mouth.”

Eddie has to practically stuff his fist in his mouth to keep from sputtering.

“What the fuck, man,” Hagan hisses. Eddie knows he’s looking around, even though no one’s in the bathroom except them and Eddie. And Eddie’s never going to breathe a fucking word of this to anyone, on account of not wanting his face rearranged ten times over. “What, are you some kind of fag now? Is that what you’re telling me?”

Harrington almost sounds bored when he replies. “You would know, wouldn’t you?”

“I told you to watch your mouth.”

“You gonna shut me up?”

“What has gotten into you?” Hagan finally asks the million dollar question. Harrington’s acting like he’s got a fucking death wish. “One minute we’re calling out Byers for being a creep, and the next you’re dumping me like it’s nothing. And now you’re suddenly best buds? Even after he stole your girlfriend twice? You know how pathetic that is, right? What, do you share her or something? The slut putting out—“

There’s a rustle of clothes, and then a thud, like something—someone getting slammed into a wall.

“Don’t talk about Nancy like that,” Harrington growls. “This isn’t about her.”

“Isn’t it?”

“No, man, it’s about you being a total asshole, and I’m telling you to leave people the fuck alone.”

“Or what?” Hagan almost sounds amused, over obvious nerves. He’s not even trying to escape the hold he’s in. “I’m stronger than you, and we both know it. You’ve still got a concussion, don’t you? Hargrove told me he beat your face in.”

“Hargrove this, Hargrove that. You sound like you’ve got a crush or something. You suck him like you sucked me?”

Jesus fucking Christ.

“You can’t win this fight, Steve.”

“I don’t need to. Mutually assured destruction, asshole. You stop hurting people, and I won’t tell the entire town about us.”

Oh shit. Oh shit. Harrington sounds serious. It almost makes him sick to his stomach, even as a hysterical laugh tries to bubble out. Who woulda guessed that the former king of Hawkins High had enough guts to paint himself as a queer to their conservative, stick in the mud town?

That is, if Hagan doesn’t fucking kill him first.

“You wouldn’t.” Hagan sounds panicked now, and for good fucking reason. He’s been on the “right” end of what happens to their kind of freaks for years. How quickly would the vultures turn on him? They descended on Harrington pretty damn quick.

“Wanna bet?”

“You do that, you lose everything. Peace, daddy’s money, your precious sports scholarships…”

“I’m not going to college,” Harrington says. “Look in my eyes, Hagan. Do I look like I’m bluffing? I’ve got nothing to lose.”

Eddie has to keep in a scoff at that. If there’s one thing he’s learned, it’s that there’s always something to lose with shit like this. Namely your life.

This is fucked. This is so fucked. Eddie wants out of this stall, Jesus H. Christ. He’d take Mrs. Smith’s class anyday over knowing one wrong move will end with two jocks beating his fucking face in for hearing something he wasn’t supposed to hear. Or potentially having to jump in to try and save Harrington’s stupid fucking mug.

There’s a long pause that does absolutely nothing for Eddie’s nerves, before Hagan finally spits out, “Fine.”

“What was that?”

“Fine.”

“Good man,” Harrington says, as if they’re discussing some kind of business deal and not outing themselves in front of God and Mrs. Jenkins and everyone. “Now get the fuck outta here, Tommy.”

Rustling, quick footsteps, and then the door opens and shuts without a word.

Silence.

Eddie sighs in relief.

“Hello?” Harrington asks, voice on edge.

Shit.

His stall door swings open, and there he is, in all his fallen kingly glory. Bruise over one eye, scowl on his face, and dangerous set to his shoulders that Eddie knows all too well.

“Uhh, hi?” Eddie squeaks. He’s still sitting like fucking Gollum, feet on the toilet, unlit cigarette in hand. He drops it, and neither of them look away from each other as it rolls behind the toilet bowl.

Excellent first impression, really.

“What the fuck, man?” Harrington asks. “Were you just listening to that?”

“Look,” Eddie says quickly. “In my defense, I was here first. Also, if he saw me, Hagan was definitely going to beat me up. Except, uh, you’re definitely going to kick my ass anyway for hearing that, so I probably should just cut my losses and accept death at this point.”

Harrington doesn’t seem to know what to say to this, mouth opening and closing slowly.

“Also, for the record?” Eddie says. “I won’t say anything. I know you have, like, zero reason to trust me, but I’m really good at secrets, dude, like you wouldn’t believe. I haven’t even told Jeff that Gareth—anyways, secrets? What secrets? I didn’t hear anything. Cross my heart and hope to die.”

He gets a scathing look in return. “If you tell anyone—“

“Wait, wait, wait! You said something about mutually assured destruction, right? I get it. I get it, Harrington, fuck, you know I do. Who would believe me if I blabbed, anyway? Who are they gonna believe, the King or the Freak?”

Harrington sighs, but he must see the truth in what Eddie said because he moves away from the stall. Takes a wad of paper towels and starts running them under the sink.

It emboldens Eddie enough to follow him. “I mean, really, they’d probably just call it wishful thinking or something. Plus, I’m pretty sure most of the school would rather die than talk to me, so, like, you’re safe, man. I’ve already blacked it out in my memory, it’s gone.”

It seems like Harrington has tuned him out, pressing the wet paper towels to his forehead and eye. That’s good, because Eddie doesn’t even know what he’s saying anymore.

“Also, for the record? That was badass. I don’t think I’d have the guts to do that, even if the entire town kind of knows about me anyway. Which, wow, you were really good at hiding it. Hagan I kind of suspected, given the giant fucking boner he had for you, but you—“

“Do you ever shut up?”

Eddie’s mouth shuts with a click. Harrington sighs again and pinches his nose, looking almost like a mother trying to herd her seven rambunctious children into the minivan. His hands are shaking.

“You okay, man?” Eddie finally asks quietly.

Harrington doesn’t say anything, just presses the paper towels over both eyes, like he’s trying to stave something off. Oh, shit, is he…

“Are you…crying?”

“What? No,” Harrington says, obviously lying. “It’s the light, I get headaches. Concussion.”

“Right.”

“Look, can we just forget this ever happened?”

“Already forgotten,” he promises. “But, uh, for the record? That was really brave of you, man.”

“I wouldn’t have gone through with it.”

“That actually kind of surprises me, because I could not tell from your voice. You sounded like you were ready to march up to The Post then and there and spill all Hagan’s dirty little secrets. All ‘I’ve got nothing to lose,’ and shit.” He pitches his voice lower, in a mimic of some action movie hero or something.

Harrington finally laughs, and something in Eddie thrills at it. “I pulled that outta my ass,” he admits. “I knew he would believe it, ‘cause to him I already did lose everything. My friends, my girlfriend, my…” he waves his hand around, “my status, or whatever. And a few screws, probably.”

“Well I can attest to the screws, because I think you might be actually insane. You cornered him in an empty bathroom without checking to see if it was actually empty and threatened to out him to the entire town? I thought I was going to have to save your life, Jesus shit. Don’t fucking do that, do you have a death wish or something?”

“I did check,” Harrington snaps. “I looked under the stalls, and none of the doors were locked. Who the hell sits on a toilet like that anyway? You looked like one of those ugly stone fuckers, the ones they put on buildings and shit.”

Eddie bursts out laughing, too incredulous to be offended. “You mean gargoyles?”

“Whatever. Besides, Hagan won’t kill me. He’s too much of a coward.”

“I hate to break it to you, Harrington, but cowards are dangerous too.”

“Not Tommy’s kind of coward” Harrington says. “Not to me.” He wonders about the surety in his voice. Does he think Hagan still has feelings for him? Ex-boyfriends can be the worst kind of assholes. Hell hath no fury like a man scorned. Harrington gives him a look, like he knows exactly what he’s thinking. “He’s a bully and an asshole, but he doesn’t have the guts,” he insists. “He’s no Hargrove.”

Eddie sneers. “Hargrove. The guy’s a fucking psycho.”

“Tell me about it,” Harrington says dryly. He finally looks at Eddie, eyes him up and down. Eddie could take him, honestly, he’s scrappy and Hagan wasn’t lying when he said everyone knows Harrington can’t win a fight. Pair that with the concussion he’s sporting, and it’d probably take a love tap to take him down. But he doesn’t want to.

“You’re probably better off without Hagan anyway,” he offers helpfully. It doesn’t work, just makes Harrington look like a kicked puppy, damaged and sad and cold. It makes Eddie want to take him in as one of his little lost sheep, honestly, which is an impulse he pushes far, far down. Abdicated or not, a king is no fit for a freak’s friend. Even if he and Byers have been pretty friendly.

“I know,” he says. “But he was still my friend, you know? Like, the first one I ever had. Maybe that’s why it took me so long to realize.”

He doesn’t know what to say to that. There’s an awkward silence, where Harrington turns his focus back to the mirror. Eddie clears his throat and tries to lighten the mood. “So, you and Byers…”

The look he receives could make the Demogorgon shake in his boots. “Don’t you have a class to fail or something? You should probably go to that before—”

The bell interrupts Harrington perfectly, and he snaps his mouth shut. Eddie snorts.

“Think it’s a little late for that, but I know a dismissal when I see one. See you around, Harrington.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Hey, remember—“

“I know,” he calls behind him, striding for the door. “Mutually assured destruction!”

Leaving the bathroom feels like being reborn a whole new man. He swears the air is cleaner than it ever was before he went in. His last glance behind himself shows Harrington looking in the mirror, no sign of moving as the door shuts.

As he’s walking to his next class, he spies Wheeler and Byers huddled together, whispering. They look worried.

They both startle when he speaks. “If you’re looking for Harrington,” he says quietly, stopping next to them, “check the smoke bathroom, by the band hall. I think he’s still in there.”

Wheeler’s brows furrow, but Byers gives him a nod, already moving. Eddie moves along as Wheeler shoots him a quick look of gratitude before following, books hugged to her chest.

Eddie doesn’t know what’s going on between the three of them, but he kind of wants to now, especially considering Harrington’s non-answer when he asked. He doubts Wheeler is a cover-up, not after her and Harrington’s breakup and the quiet, lovey-dovey honeymoon phase she and Byers seem to be having. The one that kind of seems to tear Harrington to pieces sometimes, even as he sits with them and walks to class with them and even hangs out with them outside of school, if Jeff really saw the three of them at the diner together last week. Maybe Steve Harrington’s a secret masochist.

Then he remembers the bruise yellowing around his eye, the weird tension he has with the guy who beat him up last year. The way he damn near begged Hagan to beat his ass in the bathroom. Not so secret, then.

Whatever. It’s none of Eddie’s business. He’s gonna soil his reputation if he keeps focusing on Hawkins royalty like this. Never mind the way Harrington’s soiled his own reputation enough. So what if King Steve isn’t king anymore? He’s still just another pretty face.

A pretty face, with nice arms and big eyes and thighs. And he’s queer, and doesn’t seem like the kind of closeted that would have the usual jock shove him away after getting a blowie. Shit.

His lungs itch for the cigarette he never got to smoke. Too bad the bathroom is occupied.

#eddie munson #steve harrington #tommy hagan #post s2 #jock on jock violence au #stommy #onesided steddie #implied stoncy #this is the closest i ever came to finishing something if i ever write a beginning it's going on ao3 #we stay billy bashing 💪#are tommy and billy fucking? up to interpretation #i fully believe eddie would crouch on the toilet to smoke like a fucking gremlin #stranger things fanfic

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scar-lie · 3 months

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OMEGA PT. 9 [Natasha]

Summary : Y/N finally wakes up

Pairing : Alpha ! Natasha Romanoff x Omega ! Reader

Warning : Mention of blood

Word count : 1,498

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{OMEGA PT. 8} {OMEGA PT.9} {OMEGA PT. 10}

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Natasha decided to sleep in the room to guard her pups and Y/N for 3 days now. She refuses to leave their side as much as possible. She will leave in a few minutes and make sure that someone she trusts will watch them, if necessary.

Now Natasha is currently lying on the sofa, peacefully sleeping. Her left leg is up to the top of the sofa, and her right arm is across from her eyes, shielding her eyes until she hears a giggle that makes her open her eyes and smile.

She stands up and goes to her two pups, who're like talking to each other and giggling; this makes Natasha's hearts melt, kissing their foreheads.

“You're so bubbly today, huh? ”Natasha giggles when her pups answer her with a giggle while looking at her.

“Yeah, you're both happy this morning; how's your sleep, my little princes? Did you sleep well? ”Natasha nods her head while her pups continue giggling at her.

But her smile fades when she thinks of her other pup. She looks at the side where her daughter is, still in the incubator and sleeping peacefully with a steady heartbeat.

“And how was my princess? ”Natasha went to her pup, carefully caressing her cheeks.

“My strong, beautiful princess,” Natasha whispered, smiling while admiring her pup. Then an idea popped into her mind when she heard a giggle again.

“You two want to see your baby sister? ”She looks at her sons, going back again, not caring anymore if she hurts them or crashes them in her arm.

The only thing on her mind now is to cradle them on her arm and sit beside their sister to interact with because she read, and Dr. Cho told her that it's good and will help her health when there's interaction between them.

Natasha smiles when they coo and start to reach for her. In Natasha's mind, their little arms are so cute while they are trying to reach her.

But on the other side, Y/N’s heart started to race when she saw Natasha reaching for her babies, her pups, and even though she herself knows that she's not capable of fighting now, she tries, standing on her wobbly legs and proceeding to walk forward while her head is pulsing from pain and her ears are ringing.

“Don't you...fucking dare... touch my pups.” Natasha looks at Y/N, shocked and happy that she's awake, but worry quickly runs through her veins, seeing Y/N’s heart beat start to rise and the fact that she's detaching every single thing that's attached to her, making the needle spot bleed.

So Natasha quickly retreated her hand from one of her pups to try to catch Y/N, but once she got close to her, her nails quickly came across her right check, which made a small scratch.

This makes Natasha stumble back, making way for Y/N to go forward towards her pups. She quickly stands guard to protect them from nearby danger, and it hurts Natasha to know—or realize—that she's the nearby danger from your point of view.

“Hey, it's ok, I’m not going to take them. Please calm down and go back to bed. You're still weak and need to heal first,” Natasha said cautiously, showing her hand to you and indicating that she's no harm.

“Liar, I'm not a fool; take one step and I’ll slit your throat.” You threaten, holding on through the near wall because her legs are giving up under the weight of her body.

“I swear, please let me just h-” you quickly shut her up, throwing the IV holder that's sitting next to you, and thank god that there's no IV bag hanging there.

“Leave before I end you! ”You growl, and Natasha doesn't have a choice but to nod, putting her hands up again while backing away, making you relieved with each step backwards she takes until she's in the door.

She looked up to you, seeing you sitting on the floor, getting hard to breathe, and you just looked so pale, so weak, and so vulnerable, but still, you're standing up for your pups, making her worry for your health, so without another word, she quickly got out to get Cho.

Her walk turns into a walk run until she's running around the halls to find Cho, but also cursing at the lack of her presence around the halls of the medbay, so one thing she could be—at Tony’s and Bruce Lab—so she quickly took an elevator to go to the common room.

“Oh Nat, glad to see you!” but Wanda got cut off and Yelena quickly on the red heads tale. Seeing her uneasy, nervous, and reckless makes Yelena worry something happens.

“Not now, Wanda.” Before Natasha could take a step down the stairs that lead to Tony and Bruce Lab, Yelena snatched her arm, turning the redhead's body.

“What is going on? What happened? ”Yelena, look at the distressing redhead who nearly wants to cry because of happiness that you finally are awake and sad and hurt because of how you react to her and also worried.

“It's Y/N; she's awake and not in good shape; I need to get Cho.” Yelena was also happy, as was Wanda when she heard what Nat said, and they were also worried.

“What are you waiting for? Run down to the lab; Cho is with Tony.” Yelena pushes her sister gently, so Natasha quickly runs down the lab while Yelena and Wanda rush to the medbay.

Dr. Cho can't completely examine you because every time they enter your room, you quickly guard your pups, not trusting anyone from them.

And you know you're weak and vulnerable, but you refuse to show it. You endure every stinging pain you feel around your body, especially on your lower part from your lower belly down.

You don't trust anyone anymore; you've learned the hard way, and you will never let anyone hurt you and your pups anymore. You wouldn't let it happen anymore.

“What are we going to do? ”Bruce asked Cho stress while they look at you through the mirror, battling their own to think what to do before things get worse.

There's no written document in history on how to tend a person who's battling death through breaking bonds, and they didn't fully know how their experiments were working or how to 100% use them.

“I’d say sedate her, but we can't even come near her, and there's no IV attached to her anymore,” Cho mumbled, biting her lips while tapping her shoes on the floor.

"Well, maybe we can shoot her? ”Tony interrupts the two, looking at your fragile body, which's still on the floor besides your pups.

“How? And she's not an animal to tranquilize her.” Bruce, shoot back to Tony, not liking the idea because he himself experienced it too and he didn't like it.

“We didn't have a choice; look at her. She will knock down any seconds now, and we don't know if she will wake up again.” Tony whispered, shouting, and Cho nodded, agreeing to the idea.

“It's not necessary, plus if she wakes up this time, she will again.” Cho wants to stop their battering of each other, but each time she tries to, one of them will throw words at another.

And the team is anxious outside your door, and their battering didn't help ease their worry or fear for your health, especially the two Russian

“Can you please stop talking about her like that? She's in the fucking room right in front of us, and you two fighting over a nonsense matter will not help tend to her health,” Natasha snapped, glaring at them.

“Cho do it, please; she's getting weaker and weaker every second,” Natasha whispers, biting her lips as much as she finds it cruel and unfair on your side. There's no other choice on the plate at the moment.

Cho quickly ordered her staff to get what she needed, and once Cho got what she needed, she turned around to look at the team.

“One of you should do it; I am no good at aiming,” she gently and softly said while extending the sedating gun.

Everyone looks at each other, waiting for someone to volunteer, not wanting to do it by themselves. This makes Cho sigh, then extend his hand to Clint.

“Oh no, I can't…I-I…please.” Clint got cut off when Tony stood up and gently took the sedating gun with deep breaths.

“I suggest it, so I should be the one to do it.” All eyes are on Tony.

“Better have a good aim, Tony, or I’ll be the one shooting you if you mess this up,” Natasha and Yelena threaten him, making him shudder in fear.

“I got this, plus I don't want two Russians hunting my ass,” Tony mumbled, but the two were able to hear it, making them glare at him.

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#natasha romanoff #natasha romanova #natasha x reader #natasha x y/n #black widow #black widow 2021 #marvel black widow #natalia alianovna romanova #natasha x you #natalia romanova #omega reader #omegaverse #alpha natasha #natasha and yelena #yelena black widow #yelena belova #wanda marvel #wanda maximoff

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desb3ar · 18 days

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You’re Not Helping

Summary: Being funny at the wrong time.

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara and Co. x Spidervariant!Reader

A/N: PLATONIC READER!! You’re pretty much the life of the party <3. This is gonna be stupidly goofy because im in that mood LMFAO. This is veeeeeery low effort because it was a simple idea

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There had always been a dangerous flaw that seems to be unchecked. A problematic talent that will always leave your fellow colleagues in harms way with the commotion you’d cause with the insufferable antics you presented on the table. The thing that always happens during any mission, especially when things are quiet and dull. It was your way of keeping the energy and spirits high. What am I trying to say?

You are funny as FUCK.

You always had your way of making quips, like any other spider-being could, but something about your comedy always left people with hurting abs from the constant barrage of funny jokes you’d gunned them down with. It was a relentless attack, friendly fire if you will, because it always ended up with someone laughing too loud and compromising their position. As self-sabotaging as that may be, you wouldn’t do what you did if you couldn’t handle what came next.

Often times, you’ve received heavy critiques from the society’s leader, Miguel O’Hara, for putting people in danger because of your lack of professionalism. Jessica Drew would back him up, sometimes. However, she had never been happier when you joined, your jokes being a highlight of her day. You remembered when Jess and you were supposed to be doing a stakeout, scoping out for an anomaly. You had the villain’s file on hand and started to make the most ab shredding roasts that had Jess shed a tear.

“Lookin’ like a whole bottle of what the fuck.” You’d say.

Jess cuts you a lot of slack because of your high skill in the spider-arts. She takes great pleasure in being paired with you on missions because she always knew it was gonna be a successful and absolutely hilarious one.

You loved working with Jess too, because you yourself are a fan of her sense of humor. You hoped you’d be able to work with her more and more because of the amazing chemistry you two had.

Another person you love to hang out with was Peter B. You and him had busted each other’s guts before when you ate lunch together. Spoke about silly stories that had your food run cold from how engaged you two were. Which was absolutely crazy since Peter chows down given the chance.

Today is different. You were on a mission with Miguel. Before you both went to the dimension where the anomaly was located, he made it abundantly clear he didn’t want the jokes and quips today.

“This is a serious matter and I don’t want you to twist it around to be some joke.” He lectured.

You gave him a thumbs up and complied. However, like the snake you are, fingers had been crossed.

The two of you were in the middle of searching for the anomaly, staking out to be sure that nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Miguel had told Lyla to scan the area, in which she did. She wouldn’t come back till it was done, which was odd for her. It never takes her long to do scans with how technically advanced she is.

So now, you and Miguel are practically playing hide and seek to dig up anything about where the anomaly could be. This dimension was a strange one, it was filled with tunnels… Very echoey… Not good. You two were spilt up to cover more ground, but no luck.

“Damn.” You whined, arms crossed as you kicked a rock. “Where the fffu-. Bro oughta be a D1 camouflager. Where’s Lyla?”

“Dunno’. It doesn’t take Lyla this long to make a scan.” He grumbled with slight annoyance. “Gotta run another test…”

The two of you continued to look endlessly for the villain, but as expected, yet again, no luck. This was frustrating Miguel, everything he planned didn’t fall into line like it was supposed to and he hated that.

It was then that the two of you decided to regroup. Reunited, you took five and leaned against the wall.

“I’m getting the suspicion that the signal is messing with Lyla’s functions… How though…” Miguel muttered to himself trying to figure the dilemma out.

Then, in the silence, you blew a raspberry. The noise bounced off the walls.

This earned you a peeved look from Miguel.

“What?” You asked innocently, holding back a grin.

Miguel somehow managed to roll his eyes despite his mask being up, and turned away from you.

Your comedic side began to surface… This mission is just too stale.

“… Hey.” You spoke up, grabbing his attention with him slightly turning his head to you. “… Knock, knock.”

“Don’t.”

“C’mon… Knock knock…” You pressed. Miguel sighed.

“…. Who’s there.”

“To.”

“… To who.“

“No,” You snickered, “to whom.”

Miguel had the most disappointed head shake known to man when you were trying not to laugh. You gain composure, only by the slightest.

“Okay that was wack- Uh- Oo Oo- What do you-”

“No no- No more.” He said in a hushed yet loud tone.

“What do you call a spider with 10 eyes?” You asked blatantly.

“What-” He said annoyed.

“A spi-i-i-i-i-i-der.”

Okay, that was good.

Miguel sighed heavily… He sounds like he’s smiling, but you didn’t wanna believe it. “Alright alright.”

“One more one more.” You said quickly as you thought up another one. “What… Do you call two Mexicans that play basketball?”

Oh BROTHER.

“… WhAt…” Miguel had to look away.

“Juan on Juan.”

Miguel had to take a deeeeep breath with that one.

“… Okay.” There was a hint of laughter. “You done?”

“How does the moon cut his hair? Eclipse it!” You couldn’t help but laugh. Miguel snickered slightly…

“I… Stop stop we-“ He takes another deep breath, not wanting to laugh. “We need to focus and figure out-“

“Aye aye- I asked how much a roof cost… He said it was on the house-”

“(Y/N). Shut UP.” Miguel was trying to be serious but you were weakening his ability to keep composure, so he demanded with a slight laugh. “We can’t- We gotta mission and you’re-”

“Why was Mrs. Clause unsatisfied with Santa Clause? Because he only comes once a year.”

Miguel nearly lost it, he quietly shouted. “YOU’RE NOT HELPING.”

“ONE MORE… PROMISE….”

“Fine go go go.”

“How do you get a Mexican uncle’s attention?”

Miguel has a feeling he knows where this is going… “How?”

“Tapatio on the shoulder.”

Got him.

He nearly yelled before he covered his mouth. He gave you a playful punch on the arm and it caused the both of you to laugh together.

Hearing him laugh was something you’ve never thought you needed. He had the most goofy laugh you heard, he even snorted, which caused an echo in the tunnels.

“I can’t take you no where.” Miguel said as he was trying to calm down.

It was then Lyla FINALLY comes back with a scan. However, she was holding her oversized phone. She had recorded the whole exchange. You and Miguel looked at her with shocked faces.

“Saving that for memories.” Lyla said as she did just that.

“Lyla? Where have you been? What took you so long?” Miguel said with a clear smile on his face because he hasn’t winded down yet.

“It didn’t take me long to do the scan, I was just wanting to see if they could get you to crack.”

“… LYLA-“

“You got a cute snort too, like a lil piglet-“

“LY-“

“Also the guy is headed this way.” Lyla explained, pointing down the tunnel, causing the both of you to get yourselves together so you can take the anomaly down.

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an extension of the goofy head cannons? yes.

#miguel o'hara #atsv miguel #miguel spiderverse #miguel spiderman #miguel ohara #miguel #spiderman 2099 #miguel x you #miguel ohara x reader #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel x reader

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kyurizeu · 1 year

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Dangerous game (pt 2)

This is a quick part 2 some of you were asking for and I thought i should give you a treat before i dive into exams again🫶🏻

Wc: 555 words

Fyi: its a quick drabble and the smut scene is quick

Warnings: unprotected sex (wrap it before u tap it), praises kinda, kissing and maybe a mention of hickeys but not necessarily…

Summary: part 2 of dangerous game (pt1)

Pairing: Jungwon X reader

Not proofread!!

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It was an uncomfortable situation to explain to your friends where the hickeys appeared on your neck… you couldn’t concentrate on anything in class feeling frustrated that it ended like the way it did. You decided to just scroll on tiktok in class to bring your mind to something else than the fact how painfully horny that situation made you.

As soon as you opened your phone you saw an instagram dm from Jungwon: “we can’t leave things like we did.. meet me at the locker room” so you excused yourself from class.

Walking into the locker room you quickly felt a cold hand pull your waist to the bathroom and you felt yourself being pushed harshly against a wall. “You seriously ran off like that? so mean….” Leaning super close to your face smirking. You blushed as he crashed his lips onto yours once again but this time, his hand started groping your thighs aggressively. Almost immediately you felt hot and sweaty deciding to take your shirt off never breaking the kiss.

He took one look up and down at you making you shiver and pull his face towards you by his neck again. All of a sudden the locker room filled up with laughter and chattering. “It’s the soccer team..” you mumbled against jungwons lips. “So? You cant just go out now. They’ll see you” he places his finger on your lips squeezing your cheeks together cooing at you. He started going down to kiss around your neck and boobs. You felt so needy and frustrated from the teasing you couldn’t help but whine quietly. “You’re such a cute mess right now y/n…” he looked up at you with his cat eyes while unbuttoning your pants woth his delicate hands. You bit your lip as his hands made their way onto your soaking panties. He got up and looked into your eyes making you shiver. “Turn around princess.” You felt like you’d never seen this side of him before but at this point the feeling you felt, you would’ve done anything this man wanted you to. You turned around feeling the fabric of your panties rip instantly, making you quickly whimper out of shock. Jungwon placed your hair onto one side of your neck gently whispering to you: “please tell me if it hurts mkay?” His cold hands went down on your waist as he lined up in your entrance and caressing his fingers on your hips he slid into you slowly. You try to muffle your moans but he takes your hands in his and puts them up on the wall under his. The deep thrusts hit the deepest spots inside of you making you moan really loudly. “Music to my ears” he feels that he’s close and senses that you’re close as well. He starts rubbing your clit slowly, wrapping one arm around your waist. “Jun-Jungwon m-mcumming..” he kissed the back of your head thrusting one more time the deepest he could painting your walls white as you rode your high. You shook there for a bit as he cleaned you two and dressed both of you up. “You did so well y/n” he held your chin up pecking at your lips and opening the bathroom door revealing Sunghoon and Jakes shocked faces in front of you two.

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#enhypen fanfiction #enhypen smut #jungwon smut #jungwon hard thoughts #jungwon #kpop smut #part 2 is here!

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spinningwebsandtales · 6 months

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Imagine Taking Megumi Trick-or-Treating With Toji

Toji Fushiguro X FemReader

Rating: T

Warnings: Toji is a jerk at first but it'll get better at the end, suggestive themes

Word Count: 882

It was getting late and instead of getting worried, you were getting annoyed. Toji had promised that he would be back in time to take Megumi out Trick-or-Treating with you. Now your son was sitting on the couch all dressed up in his ninja costume with a big pout on his face.

"It's okay Megumi," you patted his head. "I'm sure your dad is just running a little bit behind."

He nodded not confident in his father's ability of being there for him. You stomped to the bedroom already dialing his number on your cell phone.

"Yeah," Toji grunted on the other side.

"Where are you," you snarled.

"Races," he replied simply.

"Do you know what day it is?"

"31st."

"Halloween," you gritted your teeth.

"Yeah...and?"

"You selfish jerk! You promised our son that you would take him out Trick-or-Treating." You had put up with a lot when it came to Toji. You loved him dearly but you didn't like him abandoning his duties as a father. "I don't know why you promise him things and just ignore them like they're unimportant. Don't you know how bad it hurts him?"

"Quit your nagging," Toji grumbled. "I'll head home now. Problem solved."

"Problem not solved. Stay there and lose everything we own just don't show up at all."

You ended the call, debating on throwing your phone against the wall so he couldn't call again. You tried to calm yourself as you didn't want your emotions to upset Megumi. He had been excited for Halloween for over a week now and you didn't want to take that fun from him. If Toji wouldn't keep his word, it was up to you to step in.

"Where's dad," Megumi asked as soon as you came back into the room.

"Your dad got busy with work," you replied with a soft smile. "But we'll go out there and we'll get a ton of candy!"

He beamed up at you, before pulling down his ninja mask. You took his hand and walked out into the neighborhood. Kids swarmed the streets, pulling on adults as they went from house to house. You had planned to just take Megumi around the small neighborhood but the fresh air was doing wonders for your whirling mind, you decided that you both would stay out as long as possible. You knew about cursed spirits that plagued the world so you didn't want to stay out too late. The darker it got, the more dangerous the surroundings became.

Megumi's neon orange pumpkin pail was halfway full when a hand gripped your shoulder. You whirled around ready to fight your attacker when you were met with the sheepish grin of Toji.

"Sorry," he mumbled rubbing his neck.

"Don't apologize to me," you nodded to the dark haired boy that was finishing at his current house. "Apologize to our son."

Megumi turned from the door to walk back to your side, when he spotted his father standing beside you.

"Dad!"

He tackled Toji causing him to step back. Toji laughed stroking his son's spiky hair.

"Sorry I'm late," he said and you nodded your approval.

"That's okay," Megumi hugged Toji tighter before taking his dad's hand. Toji held onto him before offering you his other hand. You laughed and rolled your eyes, before taking his offered hand. You nuzzled into his side while you three walked to the next house. He kissed your cheek when Megumi tugged away to race to the front door.

"Thank you for showing up for him," you said after a few moments passed by.

"Some dad I am huh?"

You snorted, "You step up when it matters most. If I couldn't handle things you throw at me Toji, I wouldn't have married you."

"You saying I'm a handful?"

"Possibly," you grinned.

He stared, eyes gleaming as he grasped your chin. With a searing kiss that made you weak in the knees, you forgotten how much you adored this man. Your husband. The father of your precious little boy. Seeing Megumi making his way back to you both Toji released you, eyes promising more to come later on tonight. Megumi paused to show you both his haul before marching with purpose to the next house.

It didn't take long for his bucket to be filled to the brim. And despite his fruitless protests it was time to go back home and look through all of the goodies Megumi had gotten. With you both on either side of the young boy, Toji took the time to appreciate his little family. While he knew that his type of job was something he wanted to save Megumi from, he couldn't help but think that maybe just once in his life he had done something right to earn the love of you both. He had a lot of making up to you tonight, as you always brought him back and kept him in line. He was thankful for you and after Megumi was down for the count after his sugar high he was going to show you how thankful he is. You looked towards Toji who had a certain look in your eye. You knew immediately that you wouldn't be getting much sleep tonight.

"Happy Halloween," Toji purred in your ear causing you to shiver.

#Toji Fushiguro X Reader #Toji Fushiguro / Reader #Toji Fushiguro #Jujutsu Kaisen #JJK #Toji Fushiguro Imagine #Jujutsu Kaisen Imagine #Imagine #Not My Gif #My Writing

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wolven91 · 21 days

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Drifting- Part 5

There was an eon where Casper merely floated in the infinite dark.

The last thing he remembered before the dark was the concrete road, rushing up to greet him. He couldn't even put his hands up to stop himself as he had grabbed the other person's head with both hands, intending on either tearing it off or slam dunking it into the floor. He recalled, just as it all went blank, that he knew something bad had happened to his head and his neck in the same instance. Even now, a quick check of himself and he knew there were several problems, instinctually, like a perfect itemised list that remained constant in his mind's eye until he dismissed it. It was mainly his head, but he knew he was hurt in the stomach too.

With the destruction of his head, or at least he assumed his head was destroyed, saying he couldn't see, hear, smell or taste anything, nor could he feel anything when he reached up to touch where it should have been; he'd lost all sense of the outside world in an instant. Even if he thrashed or yelled or raged at the dark; nothing changed. His fingers felt nothing, he wasn't laying on anything. The young man couldn't even feel the sun on his skin. He was headless, in the perfect dark.

It was him and the void, all around him. He lay there and, with nothing else to do; Casper began to think.

[Am I dead?]

How does one know when they die? No one had come back to give instructions. Was this what happened? Casper thought back to Earth of all things. The planet which he'd had to flee. Where he'd left his family and many of his friends behind. He'd been on a night out, celebrating his birthday when it happened. Only one of his friends had been grabbed at the same time as him, the rest of his friends had avoided the grasping hands of the ursidains, running and jeering, throwing whatever was at hand.

Casper still didn't know if they had made it off before the end.

From the government records, he was apparently the only member of his family who made it.

Were they stuck in a void like this too?

No wonder ghosts were angry, lashing out he thought. Casper was already getting agitated, and he'd been alone in the void for... How long had he been here? Seconds? Hours? Days? How could he know? He couldn't even feel so much as his...

Then something changed.

The void didn't change, it was still dark and completely devoid of sensation, both physical and otherwise. But Casper could *sense* that he was exposed. Like the back of his neck had been flayed open, leaving his vulnerable spine exposed to danger.

Then there was a noise. A clank of a tool hitting metal beyond a door or wall. Then clattering, of claws on metal, clinking and skittering. More clanking, of something close by, mere inches away.

Then Casper was born for the second time.

Bright light blinded the man. It was so bright, cold, and harsh that he tried to cry out and shield himself with his hands, but the rebreather mask that covered his nose and mouth prevented him from forming sentences. His arms, although now freed from being crossed over his chest, refused to move with purpose; he feebly raised them, only to be shocked by the exhaustion and they collapsed onto him the moment he stopped to recuperate.

Several moving shadows blocked the light, but only for brief moments. The young man kept his eyes screwed up tight, squinting up at the creatures, he tried to prevent them from reach out to him, but all he did was ineffectually paw at them. The air was cold against his skin, and he felt sickly, as if starved and weak. Like he'd not eaten in days. He couldn't help but shiver. All the while this was happening, there was a deafening calamity that lanced pain through the man's mind, giving him a headache that crippled his thoughts. People shouting, tools slamming against metal. It was too much! Too loud!

Something cold and hard, like steel, wrapped around him and lifted him from the womb which had housed him in comfort and warmth. He cried out, but the metal claw that had grasped him between four unrelenting fingers was emotionless as it pulled him free and lowered him onto something yielding and soft.

"Get him to medical. Full check-up."

That was Wren's voice, the young man was certain of it. Her name was clear in his head, but he couldn't bring himself to open his eyes, it was still so bright he could only see the bright red of the inside of his eyelids. He didn't dare open them.

"*Where is it!? Who was the pilot?!*" Came a harsh voice that bellowed and echoed around the apparently enclosed building. Casper felt movement, but there was no wind against him, no sunlight on his skin. He wasn't outside. He raised a hand and placed it over his stomach, but it merely slid off, frictionless. He felt pressure, but the sensation was muted. His fingers couldn't feel his skin, and his skin could feel his fingers.

The harsh voice continued to argue with something or someone but dropped in volume as Casper was apparently moved away, into another room and now that the maelstrom of noise and activity was gone? Fell asleep.

== 0 ==

The next thing Casper was aware of was discomfort. He coughed and winced, there was something stuck in his throat, irritating it. As he reached up however, he found his hand was connected to something, stopping his movements.

Finally opening his eyes, a clean white room with minimal features came into focus. Inserted into the back of his hand was a canular. His wrist was bound to the bed with a cushioned cuff. Turning his head the tubing that connected to the back of his hand, was connected to a drip of some kind, but the bag had alien runes and text on it. It made no sense to him. Next thing he noticed was with the turn of his head, something pulled tight across his face and into his nose. He winced.

With two fingers, he reached up, confused, only to jump when a rumbling voice broke the silence.

"Don't touch that. That's how they're getting food in you."

Glancing round, there was a partially pulled curtain, blocking the source of the voice.

"Who's there? What happened?" He asked, voice rough, but no longer as weak or unintelligible as when he was first torn from the oblivion.

"You completed your first dive. Piloted a mech." Congratulated the voice. It was deep and rich, Casper's translators, of the sub-dermal variety, gave the voice a female inflection.

"That put me in hospital?"

A single chuckle.

"No. But you had no drift, so your brain forgot about your body. Took you a bit to remember. I bet it'll be easier next time." The voice continued with a hint of respect, maybe even admiration.

"Who are you?" Casper asked, trying to manipulate his face to set the tubes comfortably and failing. From behind the curtain, a new alien strutted out.

She was tall, with a serious face. The head was covered in short brown fur which covered a sloped face that met at a pointed nose. Atop her head, was dominated by a pair of long ears that hung down the back of her head and rested against the front of her shoulders. The sclera of her eyes were jet black instead of white, with the black of her pupil, it made her iris intense and dangerous looking.

She wore a rough jacket around her torso, which was left open. Beneath was a nerve suit, similar to the one Casper had worn, complete with open jacks for the needles that would stab into and connect a pilot. This skintight material covered her from her neck, down her body, past her hips and only ended above her ankles. Whilst the rest of her was petit, for such a tall creature, it was her hips there were larger than normal.

Then again, as Casper laid there watching her, with the interloper suffering his study of her in silence, it didn't surprise the human that she had legs for days. If he squinted, the alien looked the spitting image, of a bipedal hare.

"I'm a lopel." She explained, in a bored tone, pushing off from the wall that she'd leant on and again, began to slowly walk around Casper's bed. His head tracked her carefully. "And you're a human." She accused, glancing at him with the golden eyes again. There was something about the way she stared at him, it wasn't a causal gaze or even her studying him as Zeet had done last week. It felt like a threat.

"What do you want? Why are you in my room?" Casper asked, mildly concerned that this thing that was watching him carefully. The way she tiptoed around his bed put him on edge, the saunter was not idle. Was the medical staff nearby?

"I want to kill you." She said plainly.

Casper immediately looked for an alert or a nurse call button but found none. She continued regardless.

"You got lucky yesterday. You ruined my rig and I want my rematch." She explained, coming to a halt next to his drip bag, looming over him whilst keeping her chin up. He could only just see her golden eyes, staring down at him as he were nothing more than filth on the bottom of her shoe... if she wore shoes.

"I'm sor-ACK!" Casper tried to apologise, but the alien grabbed his throat and squeezed.

"Shut it! Do you know what kind of damage you've done to my-" She stopped herself, on the very edge of shouting, glanced at her hand, then let go of the young man who shrank back into the bed, staring up at her. The pain ebbed, but he was still shocked as she seemingly took a breath through her nose, closed her eyes, and took a step away, down the edge of the bed.

"You've tarnished my reputation, or at least, if anyone hears about this." She began again, with a deadly calm voice.

"I can just say I lost?" The man offered, looking for an out.

"Mm, cute. Like there wasn't a hundred eyes on us. No. I'm stuck in this contract and afterwards I'm never going to get another job again because some idiot decides they're going to bellyflop on top of me. Who the hell even taught you that?" She demanded, frowning, and shaking her face, turning to him as if it was such an incredulous idea to jump on top of someone's back. Her ears cascaded with the move of her head, like two giant ponytails.

Casper recalled that he would have landed on her back if she had stopped her 'rig' or even carried on the way she was going. The young man hadn't expected her to spin on the spot and had overshot, tearing off her 'head' and unable to protect his own.

"John Cena and it was more of a draw-" He replied, truthfully, but she wasn't listening.

"I'll add him to the list as well." She replied in a dark tone. "Next question, how did you get that mech to do that? It's the most broken and glitchy of the rigs here, literally because it's the 'pilot's first rig' mech. It's a miracle it still works!"

"I just... plugged in?" He paused before adding. "I'm not lying." This seemed to amuse her as her head flew back as she barked with laughter.

"'New Guy', you couldn't lie convincingly if your life depended on it." She pointed out, her smile, which softened her features in a lovely way; dropped in an instant. Her serious demeanour returning instantly. The room fell into silence as she pinched her chin, staring at him again. He felt a heat prickle in the space between his eyes, unable to hold her intense gaze.

"Can you blink-"

"What's your drift?" She interrupted, seemingly finding something of interest.

"Eh... A fraction of a percent? Why?"

She didn't respond, only glared at him while her hand stopped moving, still touching her face.

"I'm not-" Casper started, trying to defend himself.

"Shut up. I know you're not." She stopped him, but it wasn't her words that made the impact to the young man, but her tone. She believed him. That was evident even to him, and the 'gun barrel' stare she had been giving Casper was gone. It was a night and day change and she had barely moved an inch.

Knowledge of his 'low drift' changed the landscape for her. He'd missed something... Something important. He breathed in shakily, letting her have a moment to stop him from talking, but she remained pensive.

"How... rare is a low drift?" He asked carefully.

"Very." She stated flatly. Her golden irises flicking up, then back down as her fingers began to scratch at her chin again. She seemed to come to a conclusion and folded her arms under her chest, before tilting her head back as if unbelieving of Casper's answer even before she had asked her next question.

"So, you just... don't know about full submersion controllers?" She asked accusatively. "FSBs?"

"My planet got destroyed about... a month ago? A day before that; the most we knew about aliens was what we made up." Casper retorted, a flare of annoyance igniting in his chest. "No! I don't know *anything*!" Casper snapped back, annoyed that she wasn't getting that everything that had happened was a fluke and angry that he had to bring up such a topic just to defend himself from a mentally unstable easter bunny knock off!

It was enough though. Either his passion or his words, her next sentence was calm and low. She spoke clearly and slowly, enough for him to conceptualise what she explained.

"Fine. Just listen and maybe I can fill you in on some details our 'generous hosts' have left out for you." She offered, briefly raising her hands to air quote her words. For the next forty minutes, Qik the lopel as she would introduce herself, explained about 'full submersion controllers' or 'FSCs' and their use in the wider galaxy.

Casper learnt that mechs were not the only machine that could be controlled by thought alone. Realistically, any device could be connected to a nervous system and handled in a similar matter. Granted the more complicated a system, the more strain it put on the mind. Ultimately, the more complicated the device, the greater the drift commands will suffer. Mechs or 'rigs', were second only to full stations or battleships for complexity.

The more complicated the system, the greater the drift. The higher the drift, the more commands to the machine were lost, changed, or corrupted. Too much drift and the pilot would be lost, the machine almost becoming an animal in of itself. Taking actions without order, the pilot unable to control what now controlled them.

Ursidains had the worst drift rating of all the races. But that didn't mean they couldn't use these FSCs for their equipment, only that they were limited to 'simple' caterpillar tracked vehicles and merely targeting and firing systems for the largest equipment. The most advanced and highest trained pilots of the ursidain people could just about manage the firing mechanism of a shipbound railgun. They would leave the targeting and other systems to other parts of the crew and would merely manage the weapon's heat management and ammo selection. That was enough to give those crews an edge, but the user of the FSC would become a sickly creature; losing weight and needing to be shaved just so they could have their bodies connected to the system.

It was a well-respected, but short career with a well-paid retirement and medical coverage afterwards, Qik explained. She moved onto the other races and gave examples for them too.

Ssypnos were accomplished fighter pilots, however their mass made them quite vulnerable to gravity flight and rendered them at a disadvantage almost universally when they had to take their own weight into account. Since the smaller the ssypno meant the better the pilot, Qik spared no details when she explained it was the orphans who were selected and pressed into military service on behalf of nobles that made up the vast majority of their pilots and military. They were kept cold and hungry, ensuring they remained small and effective.

Taurian females were awful for their drift, whereas their male counterparts were much better. Their natural distain for violence however, rendered them useless.

"What about your kind? I hadn't even heard of 'lopels'." The young man asked, sat up and grimacing as he felt cold nutrient paste slowly crawl up the tube before disappearing up his nose. He felt the temperature as the gross, grey looking mixture made its way down the tube that emptied out in his stomach. He winced as his stomach protested.

"Mm, no one likes to talk about the lopel in the room. We're mercenaries."

"A whole race of mercenaries? Not a single librarian or doctor?"

"You either pay for your medical or go join the GC. Nobody wants their details in the system. Money means you can travel and eat in their zone, but we wouldn't give up or anonymity."

"So why doesn't anyone talk about you guys?"

"Because we're their dirty little secret. If two of the powers get into a fight, it's public record. If a mercenary guild are brought in to win a fight, that's a private matter."

"You're privateers?"

The brown alien shrugged and scratched blunt claws against her cheek.

"Call me what you like. I'm rich, free and happy."

"So how come you're here? Besides planning on killing me."

"Geckins were about to fight the ssypno. I've already done five sorties, and the sixth one was literally due the next day. I signed, then something happened, and everyone sent all their ships to some backend of nowhere system, calling a pause to the fighting. I'm contracted for a fight, that never happened. I signed because the same thing had happened five times before over the previous five days, how could I know the war was put on pause because of a fancy new species popped up." She grumbled, frowning, and sneering at her misfortune.

"Was the new system called 'Sol'?"

The reaction was a stiffening of the body, and her golden irises flicking up and fixing him with a stare.

"Yeah, sounds about right.

"That was us. Humans. Sorry for the delay." Casper said sarcastically, blinking and laying his head back, mood darkening. From the corner of his eye, he watched the lopel tilt her head, her ears falling to the side before she pushed up off the wall and strutted over to him. In their time together, she'd yet to stay still for more than a few moments. Even so far as to peek beyond the door every so often.

"What are you guys called again?"

"Human as a single. Humans as a plural. Humanity as a species."

"You guys use FSCs where you're from?"

"A guy successfully played a computer game with a subdermal link. That count?"

"Rudimentary, but yes."

"If you're not a fluke, and 'humanity'," she said with finger quotes. "are this low on their drift scales on average? They're going to be useful to every single species out in the stars." Qik promised, turning to sit on the bed. She gave one chuckle that spasmed her body before looking over her shoulder to admit to Casper.

"Even my own company would hire someone with *that* low a drift. Even *with* zero combat experience." She turned away and leant back on her hands, considering something beyond Casper or the room they lay in.

"Okay, so what does low drift do then?" The man asked, feeling more human as time went on. "With no drift or thereabouts?"

"No drift? That rig you were in? When you're plugged in; that's your body now. It can do what you can do. No limitations, no need for stabilisers or wasting CPU on balancing things." She turned her whole body now, lifting a leg onto the bed to face him completely.

"You put in a combat role software package into a rig and stick you in? You're going to be able to identify a weak point, select a suite of methods for capitalising on it and be ready to execute those options in the blink of an eye." Casper blinked as she snapped her fingers.

"Your rig no longer needs to think about itself, your brain will do that for you. Instead, it... and you... can focus on the target." She finished, grinning wickedly, obvious excited at the concept.

"I've never been in a fight before." Casper pointed out. He had zero training and realistically no education from back home either.

"Liar." She shot back flatly, before turning away, leaning back, and gesturing with her hand.

"You fought me. Honestly I didn't bring my Grade One game, I underestimated you and didn't have my sensor suites on." She paused and growled before grinning; her front teeth were larger than the rest of her teeth.

"Make no mistake I'd wipe the floor with you the second time round. So would anyone else... So let me train you."

There was a moment's pause as Casper waited for the second half of the joke, but all the happened was a slow stare from the lopel from over her shoulder. The grin and cool gaze remained as she waited for his answer.

"What? That's stupid! I'm not a fighter! Much less a mercenary!"

"Oh what, you got a promising career elsewhere? You're stuck in the system right now, whether that's geckin or the damn GC. Draw up a contract like mine. A single combat outing, success means you're free to draw up another one, you'll own the rig *and* you'll have enough credits to whore yourself stupid to wherever the next fight is..."

Casper paused, frowning, staring at his hands. He turned over his left one, saying his right still had a needle and tube attached that he didn't want to jostle. The back of his hand had a trio of tiny holes that had scabbed over. It was bright red at the moment, but the rings around each of the dots was already discolouring. He was going to bruise. A quick check and he found similar dots all up his arms.

"I thought you said you were stuck?"

"Until the fight starts up, I take a few pot shots, blow up a bunker or break a refinery and that's the contract complete. I'm not here to wage a war, or even fight a battle. I'm a solution to a problem the geckins have. The second this fight picks back up; I'm done and gone. I can train you between now and then. We get you on a contract, do the first one cheap so they send you with me and bam! Freedom."

"Freedom?"

"Oh yes. You join my guild, my company; and we can get you all set up with your own mech, you then work off that debt. Plus it means my defeat just looks like a failed lesson with the 'New Guy'."

"This is mental."

"I'm not hearing no. I think you'd suit something mobile. Definitely having a big engine, maybe so it can power boosters?"

Him? A merc?

The idea scared him. But it did mean he would need to get back into the rig. Something about that idea stuck. Piloting the mech, just walking around; had been great. It was like a high just for existing. But what if...

"I don't want to die."

"You're not going to. Pilots are rare New Guy, no one in their right mind would kill a pilot. Mechs fire the control pod out the back during critical failure anyway so even if you took a bad hit; your survival is more important that the machine. Friendlies grab you and scoot you back to base."

He wanted to say no. To deny her such a stupid idea. He was a kid! Barely old enough to drink! How the hell was he being told to become a solider? There was silence for a few beats.

"I heard Zeet was already building you a new rig... Looks *fancy*." She drawled.

Casper's eyes glanced up at her, she was still sat there, calm, and relaxed; but grinning from ear to ear as she gazed at him with her intense eyes. She *knew* he *wanted* to get back in.

"What would the first lesson be?" He asked, biting the wiggling bait on the end of her hook.

[r/WolvensStories]

[Ko-Fi]

#conservationverse #cuddleverse #human #hfy #haso #humans are space orcs #furry #human x furry #geckin #lizard #lopeljack #rabbit

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 5 months

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alright so hear me out hades and Beelzebub x male reader(can be a poly relationship or separate) who is the son of Solomon but they don't know about it

so like male reader decide to fight for humanity and to the end of his match Solomon randomly shows up so Beelzebub/hades puts male reader behind them knowing Solomon is a dangerous person…but male reader says something that shocks everybody thare

when male reader saw Solomon he unintentionally said "father/Dad?"…

truns out male reader is the son of Solomon but what was more surprising was that male reader was half demon!? (as his mother was a demon)

(Solomon would be a very over protective dad/father and would be the type of dad/farther that unintentionally embarrasses male reader and male reader is like "Dad/farther stopp your embarrassing meee!" covering his face in embarrassment type of father and son relationship)

-Your strength was unusual, given your pacifist nature and general unwillingness to fight, something your boyfriends didn’t mind, they liked that you were calm and soft.

-However, they both knew that you were way stronger than you looked- being able to handle both of them in bed on a regular basis was proof of that <3

-Beelzebub loved how soothing you were, he always felt so relaxed around you, like he could let all his walls down, just for a while. He would be cuddled on top of you at any given time, trapping you with cuddles.

-Hades adored you, as you would help him, where you could, with his paperwork, giving him more free time with you. You were like a security blanket for him, allowing him to be weak, he wasn’t a king with you- he was just a man.

-Many believed that you weren’t good enough for the two gods, as you were human, finding you beneath them, but that was one of the rare times where you wouldn’t mind showing your strength while your two lovers stood behind you, watching you handle business with ease, proving that you did belong with them.

-There were some who were curious, your lovers included, on where your strength came from, but you didn’t know your mother and you didn’t mention your father, so to most it was a mystery.

-The truth was, you did know who your father was, and you wanted to keep it quiet, as there were many who didn’t care for your father- finding him a threat due to his own power.

-You were chosen as a fighter in Ragnarok for humanity, due to your strength and you agreed to fight, as it wasn’t a fight to the death, and you wanted a chance to really test yourself.

-Your lovers were cheering for you as you fought against another god, easily winning but it was still a fun fight for you.

-A man then jumped into the arena and your lover’s eyes went wide, seeing Solomon of all people approaching you and they were quick to leap into the arena, rushing to your side, to protect you, not knowing what Solomon wanted with you.

-Solomon grinned over at you, “I’m impressed- you’re really strong son!” everyone turned white, completely shocked, “SON?!” you smiled lightly, not looking bothered at all, “Thanks dad- it was pretty fun.” And once again, “DAD?!”

-All of Valhalla was quickly in an uproar, learning your lineage, including your own lovers, who were stunned, but not angry with you.

-Solomon ruffled the top of your head affectionately, which made you smile before he headed over, waving over his shoulder.

-Once backstage and after getting what little injuries you had checked out, you told your lovers the reason you never said anything about your lineage- about your dad being Solomon himself and about your mom being a demon.

-They were stunned to learn this, but they were understanding, as your reasoning for keeping quiet made sense, as there had been many already who tried to come after you, wanting to take revenge on Solomon by hurting you- however, your lovers were quick to put a stop to that.

-Hades cupped your cheek, pulling you into a soft kiss, making you hum softly before he spoke, “While we’re not mad- we should still punish you for keeping this from us~”

-Beelzebub and you both caught his tone as Beelzebub’s hand slid around to your front, at your chest before sliding up to your neck, squeezing softly, “I agree~”

-The soft whimper you gave was quick to flip that switch as they were going to make sure to thoroughly ‘punish’ you.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror hades #ror beelzebub

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raccoonsrummagerostrum · 1 year

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The Storm

Yautja x GN!reader hurt/comfort

Word count: 2k

Warnings: hurt/comfort, storm (rain, thunder), yelling

Summary: trapped at home during a storm, you and your lover get into a nasty fight.

A/N: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH HHHHHGJGHDJXKAOCNEKQOXJCRNEOXHBEKQOAAAA💅

It was storm season. And your area was particularly known for bad storms. Even worse, it had been unseasonably warm so far, but that would soon come to an end with a big cold front. Unfortunately the perfect weather for storms. You were ready though. You were stocked up on plenty of food, water, battery's, and emergency power banks that you could shelter in place for a month before needing help.

Your lover on the other hand didn't think the oncoming storm was a big deal. They thought you were worrying over nothing. That the storm would come and go with little issue. Besides it would be nothing compared to the apocalyptic dust storms that they had back on their home planet. With 200 mph wind, five mile tall clouds, and near constant lighting. Whether or not this was an over exaggeration was up to speculation. (321 kph, eight kilometers)

You did your best to ignore your lover, as you had more important things to deal with. Like putting plywood over your windows, and organizing all your supplies.

At last the storm hit. The rain pelted the outside of your walls, and taped threateningly on the wood covered windows. You turned on the news, the only time you ever watched the news, and hunkered down. Your lover, ever unbothered, came to sit next to you. Though they could sense your agitation, they couldn't figure why. They tried to lighten the atmosphere by snarking about the anchorman's bad hair, but instead of your usual wit you shot back a dark look. Your lover shifted in their seat under your steely gaze, before you turned your attention back to the TV. But your lover huffed, earning another look from you.

"Why are you so worried about this? It is not like you are going to die." You seethed. This level of insensitivity from your lover was, thankfully, unusual. But that only caused you to grow angrier.

"I might." That short retort squeezed itself out from between your teeth. "People die in storms all the time, and for all you know it could come down right on top of us and kill me." Your lover was taken aback at that. This kind of outburst wasn't like you. It made them worry. But the fire now lighting In your eyes only served to taunt them.

"For all you know it will turn out to be nothing. And you will look like an idiot having gotten so worked up over nothing." You lost it. Standing up now.

"WHY CAN'T YOU TAKE MY CONCERNS SERIOUSLY." You were shouting now. "Why is it that every time I'm worried about something it's nothing and I'm over reacting, or being dramatic. But whenever your concerned or even just a bit uncomfortable THE WORLD IS ENDING." Part of you wanted to stop. The rational, reasonable part of you wanted to stop knowing that now is not a good time for this. But another dark, shameful, and spiteful side if you wanted to make this worse, just to see what would happen.

"YOU OOMANS ARE TINY AND SHORT SIGHTED. YOU WORRY OVER NOTHING, AND OVERREACT AT EVERYTHING." Now they were standing, and shouting. Partly to match your energy, and partly to be heard over the crescendo of rain and wind outside. Your home was being battered as were your feelings.

"You got scared of a balloon one time," You said, crossing your arms and turning away from them.

"And you thought I would not return from a hunt." Their voice dropped and dripped with venom.

"So I'm just not allowed to be concerned about real ACTUAL DANGER, but it's TOTALLY FINE for you to get scared at a DRAGON on the TV. YOU DRAGGED ME OVER THE COUCH JUST TO HIDE FROM THE DAMN THING..."

"DO NOT INSULT MY INTEGRITY..."

Two things then happened at the same moment. A boom of thunder cracked above you, shaking the walls and rattling the plates. And the power went out, plunging both of you into silence and darkness.

A moment passed, and then another. And then you started to sob. Your tears poured from your eyes like the rain outside. Your lover stared at you through their mask. Their thermal vision allowing them to watch as you furiously wipe your eyes. They could see your body go cold. The heat retreated from your fingers and skin, and pooling in your face. Another crack of thunder rang out and you jumped, cowering while also desperately trying to regain yourself.

"Why do you even care?" You asked. Voice shaking as well as your hands. "Why do you even care about me? Why do you care what I think? Why is it so important that I don't worry, or that I don't overreact? Why can't you just let me be worried." Despite your best efforts you sobbed harder. The uncontrollable shaking of your body forcing you to the floor. As you fell you felt your lover's arms around you. They guided you to the floor, and held you.

"I do not want you to think that I am weak." Their voice was quiet, down right meek. You sniffed hard a few times before responding.

"I don't think you're weak, I just- I just... I just worry. I just do. I love you, and there's nothing you can do to make me not worry." You allowed yourself to sink into their chest. Their skin was warm, their breathing slow. Their heart beat in a strange but pleasant pattern. "Why..." you struggled to continue, "why do you always brush off my concerns?"

"I am trying to be strong. For you." They pulled you in even closer. "I do not want to lose you." That shocked you. You looked up at them in the dark.

"Do you think that if you're weak, I'll leave you?" Even asking caused you pain. You couldn't even think of it. Shaking your head you continued, "No! I wouldn't do that. I wouldn't leave you because you're weak. You've been inconsiderate lately, and that bothers me. But it would still take a lot to get me to leave you. But being weak wouldn't be why."

Your hand fumbled in the dark. Accidentally smacking their mandibles, you eventually found their cheek. The rain still fell, and the wind still howled. Thunder clapped a little softer now, and you both sat on the floor, still, and quiet. Something wet dripped on your thumb. Your lover's chest heaved, and shuttered. You gently pulled their head down to you until your foreheads softly collided.

"I'm sorry I made you feel weak. I didn't mean to. The truth is, I look to you for strength. You inspire me to face my fears and be brave. I'm still going to worry, even if I wanted to stop I don't think I can. But if there is something I can do so that you don't feel weak please, please let me know. I love you." You punctuated the 'I love you' with a gentle kiss between their eyes. They breathed heavily for a moment before responding.

"I'm sorry I made you cry. I don't want to scare you, I don't want to-... I don't want to make you worry." They took a long pause. "You are everything to me. You are my love, my home. I would sooner throw myself into a star than do anything to hurt you. I love you. I will improve." They reached out to you with their mandibles. Gently holding your face with the four fangs and the end of each.

There the two of you sat and cried. Holding each other though the worst of the storm. Neither of you knew how much time had passed, neither of you cared. But the moment you both pulled away, ready to get up. The power came back on. The lights lit up, the TV flicked alive again, and the heater hummed softly in the background. Seeing your lover again you could saw the damp scales on their face shimmer in the light. Their cheeks were flushed an unnatural bright green.

You attempted to get off the floor, only for them to shoot up and extend a clawed hand to help you. As you stand, you stumble, your leg having fallen asleep while pressed against the floor. Your lover reacted immediately, picking you up and holding you again.

You smiled at that. Relishing once again in their presence. They carried you back to the couch, gently setting you down in your nest of blankets before sitting themselves next to it. Only for you to pull them by the arm until they had climbed into said nest with you. They were practically on top of you, acting as the world's strangest weighted blanket, and you loved it. Eventually the news moved on from the ever weakening storm to more normal news. Quickly growing bored and or sick of it, you grabbed the remote and flicked through some channels until you got to the bad reality TV that you and your lover so loved making fun of. And with that your lover began to purr loudly. The sound reverberating straight from their chest and into yours.

Aftermath

Several hours passed and you opened your eyes to see the TV still on. The room was dark, only illuminated by said TV. Your lover was still on top of you, their purr being the only indicator that they were awake.

“What time is it?” You asked. Which only earned you a shrug. Rolling your eyes you taped around yourself for your phone, finding it eventually. 11:48. Am or PM? You thought. You taped again around for the remote, flicking back to the news once you found it. The weather was on.

“-solutly beautiful after last night's storm. Sunny, currently 48 degrees, with temperatures climbing into the mid fifties later this afternoon.” AM. Then, as if on cue your hunger made its appearance. You nudge your lover, who immediately conceded and got up. Still concerned about your stumble last night they cautiously helped you up, only for you to proceed normally to the kitchen to fix the two of you some breakfast. (8 degrees c, ~12 degrees c)

“Is there anything I can do for you, love?” You stopped, your eyebrows knitting together in confusion. This was quite unusual for them, but not at all unwelcome. Turning around to face them, you responded.

“Yes actually, could you take down the plywood off the windows.” They nodded and immediately went outside.

As they stepped out they futzed with their wrist gauntlet inorder to activate their cloaking, but the moment they looked up they stopped dead in their tracks. Branches, and leaves were strewn about, trash littered the street, the siding had been pulled off of buildings, and windows were smashed in, scattering glass everywhere. They had never before seen this kind of discruction on earth. Turning their gaze to the buildings on either side of yours, they were in bad shape, just as the rest of the street. But yours was fine. Whatever furniture you had outside was tipped over, or askew, but still there having been tied down. The wood covering the widows had some chips taken out of them, but as your lover effortlessly pulled it off, the widows underneath were undamaged.

Returning back inside they pondered what this kind of caution and worry would have meant back on their home planet. It would have meant ridicule from others, even violence against you. Weakness such as this was not something to be taken seriously. It was something that needed to be corrected. Since devoting themselves to you, they had suffered taunts and insults from their fellow clan members for it. They saw them as weak for choosing such a fragile prey animal as a mate instead of one of their own kind. But they could handle all that, if it meant being with you. They would have happily allowed themselves to be crucified if it meant being with you. But they knew now that they could not allow that mind set to affect them with you, not again. They had promised to improve, and they would.

#writing #fanfic #yautja #yautja x human #yautja x reader #x reader #hurt #comfort #hurt/comfort #angst #storm #tw thunder #tw yelling

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bloodlustngore · 1 year

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Needed Comfort - Emily Prentiss

So, this has been sitting in my drafts for quite a few months not even a few I think its been in drafts since last year, that I just decided fuck it, it's good enough ig, so enjoy ig :)

Originally was supposed to just be fluff, but its me so ofc I had to have some smut in there ;)

Emily get back home from a case, injured and also needing comfort.

CW: 18+ NSFW, Fingering (Emily recieving), but other then that its fluffy!

You had been missing Emily for a few days now, although the older woman had been updating you about the day, you checking in on her and she checking in on you.

It had been quiet today, you both sent each other 'good morning' texts and then that was it. Today was your day off of work, and also university. So it was a boring day, you went out to get a few things to fill up the cupboards and fridge, especially some more coffee. Knowing that both you and Emily consume coffee quite quickly since you live together.

And then the rest of the day was spent lounging around with yours and Emily's adopted cat, son, Sergio. Laying on the sofa and watching a tv show. ~~~~ It got pretty late and you had no clue you dozed off, checking your phone as soon as you woke up hoping Emily had text that she was coming home. But nothing. Which started to worry you.

Then all of a sudden you heard the front door of the apartment unlock. And that revealed your girlfriend, Emily Prentiss. Sergio jumped down from the sofa and ran towards her. You followed behind.

You heard Emily groan as she leaned down, which indicated she was most likely hurt during the case, which always made you worry of course because what she does is dangerous. "Hi Serg" she greets the black cat and pats him. He meows back happily and then runs off into the kitchen.

"Hi baby" Emily greets you as she stands back up. You were right, she was injured. There was a bandage on her arm and she had a slight black eye. "Oh Em, what happened?" You asked, worrying.

Emily chuckles slightly, as your hand rested on her cheek. She placed her hand on top of yours. "I don't want to talk about it right now" she sighs. You weren't going to push the brunette. Talking about some cases was very difficult for her and the team. Wanting to just forget them...but in the end never doing so.

"Of course love. Is there anything I can do?" You asked. Already knowing the answer when Emily pulled you into a hug. You placed a kiss on her cheek and hugged her back just as much. Standing and holding each other for a good minute. Before you pulled away.

"I'll run you a bath and while you're relaxing I'll make us something to eat" you say softly.

"Can you join me in the bath?" Emily asks. "Of course". Walking with your girlfriend to the bathroom. Emily leans back against the wall and you begin to run the bath. As it runs you help your girlfriend undress. Taking her shirt off and as you did so you leaned in and placed a kiss on her chest. Admiring how beautiful your girlfriend is. You put the vanilla bubble bath in, which was Emily's favourite.

Grabbing her hand after you stripped off your clothes. Emily smiles, just admiring you. Practically making you blush. "You're beautiful Y/n" she says softly, biting her lip slightly.

You smile back at your girlfriend, leaning in for a kiss. "Not as beautiful as you Em" you reply. Giving Emily the comfort she needs.

Emily isn't one to be like this, especially not in front of people. The older woman always comes off as very authoritative and in charge, as well as being able to compartmentalise things a lot easier. Which is she, but considering the fact she didn't want to talk about the previous case right now and came home with physical injuries. She just wanted comfort and of course you were here to provide that, just as Emily does for you.

You got in the bath first this time, usually Emily was the one who got in first so she could wash your back, trace her fingers on your back or just hold you. But this time it was your turn. As Emily sat down in the bath, she let out a sigh of relief. Finally being able to relax herself and muscles, but she kept one arm resting on the side as she needed the bandage off. You pulled your girlfriends back flush against your chest, her head laying on your shoulder, looking at you and smiling, Your arm reached over and helped her undo the bandage. Seeing the damage done to her arm.

"Oh Em, why didn't you call me?" You asked the older woman.

"I didn't want to worry you any further. I should've called I know. It's really not too bad now. A couple stitches so I have to be careful" Emily mentions. You placed kisses at the side of her neck, your hands go to her waist under the water. Emily let's put a few relaxed sighs.

"Can you lean forward for me baby? And get the body wash and shampoo" you mentioned. Emily nodded her head as she leaned forward, reaching over the other side of the bath and grabbing the coconut shampoo and vanilla body wash you both use. Although you preferred the strawberry one you have, you liked the vanilla one because that's Emily's go to scent and when she was away on a case you used it just to smell like her. But she was here right now.

"Do you want me to get the strawberry one to?" She asked just in case. "No, don't worry about it Em" you added.

Emily had to sit up again so you could lather the vanilla body wash on her back, while she got the front. You massaged it into her shoulders and when you hit a spot that had quite a bit of tension Emily let out a low moan, as you relieved the tension in her shoulders. You chuckled. "You sound so pretty" you whispered. Emily smirked at that, turning to face you.

"But the pretty noises you make are better" she reminds you, despite her giving up some control, she was in the middle of that zone. "Tonight isn't about me" you reminded her. But still Emily grabbed more body wash and helped you get your back.

Washing Emily's hair was one of your favourite things. Emily wouldn't ever admit it in front of anyone else but she loved it when you played with her hair. As you massaged the shampoo through her brunette hair, letting her relax again. You completely stopped to press light kisses along her neck and shoulder. "Y/n what happened to washing my hair?" She chuckled. But you didn't listen, instead you trailed your hand down her chest, to her stomach and hip bone. Your other hand squeezed her right breast lightly before pinching the nipple between your fingers. Emily relaxed against you again, her head on your shoulder. You leaned your head down slightly to kiss her, Emily's tongue instantly in your mouth. You hand finally stopped at her pussy, teasing her clit lightly. Emily moaned into your mouth a few times.

"What do you want baby?" You asked her. "You Y/n I want you" she replies. She kissed you again, her mouth opening in a silent moan when she felt your fingers teasing her clit again, before you pushed two fingers inside her. "Shit" she breaths out. You could feel her chest rising and falling. Her breath becoming heavier as you move your fingers inside her.

"More please" Emily whimpered. She was giving you all the control now but you knew it wouldn't last long afterwards.

You sped up your actions, your palm hitting her clit every now and then with the pace of your fingers. Feeling her walls contracting around them. This was supposed to be comfort only, but sometimes 'comfort' for you and Emily also meant soft sex (sorta) in the mix somewhere.

"Y/n oh god!" Emily moaned. She could barely kiss you properly anymore, her mouth dropping open. Her hands gripped on the sides of the bathtub. Knuckles turning white.

You kissed the sensitive part behind her ear "are you close, Em" you whispered.

Your pace quickened. "Shit" Emily whimpered, her soft moans echoed through the apartments bathroom. But neither of you could care less if anyone heard. Too in the moment to bother about it.

"Y/n!" The older woman almost screamed your name. You fucked her through her orgasm, slowing down as she came down from her high. Emily's grip on the bathtub softened. She immediately leaned back into you, capturing your lips in a desperate kiss.

"Your turn" Emily smirks as she calms down, "open" you order, Emily complies and opens her mouth. You put your fingers that you used on her in her mouth, allowing the brunette woman to taste herself.

"Just letting you know how good you taste" you whispered. Emily moaned and you pulled your fingers from her mouth. Emily turned to face you, with a smirk.

"No Em, I got everything I needed from you. Let's just finish up, rebandage your arm, order food and go to bed okay?" You mention. Emily pouted.

"Just because my dominant arm and hand is injured doesn't mean I can't make you feel good." Emily winked.

"Emily. You're bruised and also have a slight black eye." You added. Although you probably weren't going to win.

"Baby, just because I'm injured doesn't mean I'm still not in charge." She added, feeling like herself already.

"Now be a good girl for me" Emily adds.

Smirking at your girlfriend "No, you need to be patient" thinking you were so funny, but now you're in for it tonight.

#emily prentiss #emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss x female reader #emily prentiss is a lesbian #criminal minds #fluff #smut #comfort #I usually write Emily comforting reader #But we all know Emily is the one who needs the comfort

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bogus-dude-totally-rad · 5 months

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Israel's Propaganda (From a Jewish perspective)

I grew up in a Jewish area on a whole other continent from Israel, and the IDF used to visit us. I remember them visiting my day camp when I was a very young child. They'd set up a cardboard Western Wall and we'd write wishes to stick in it. Afterwards, they would straight up have us do army training drills altered to be 'fun' for kids. They did this every year.

(Putting a read more because this is long)

I don't remember all the things they had us do, but I remember having to crawl through mud and rocks and being told not to touch the string above us. They played it off like a fun game, even though a lot of kids got hurt doing it.

They did this because they wanted us to one day join their army. They came to us year after year to get to our children and make them think the IDF is cool and hey they should totally join up when they're older.

Sometimes they brought us candy. Sometimes they gave out IDF t-shirts. When I was a child, having that shirt was seen as cool.

They don't just try to reach you as a kid, though. They have something else they do when we are entering adulthood.

It's called a Birthright trip, and when you're a Jewish kid, this trip is hyped up so much. You look forward to it for years.

A Birthright trip means that as a Jew, even if you're not Israeli by blood, you have the right to go to Israel for free one time (fucked how I got to go there for free, meanwhile some Palestinians can't even visit or live in their homeland).

This trip is pure propaganda. It's played off as a fun rite of passage, something meant to make us feel closer to our 'homeland' (even if you have 0 family members from there and have no connection to it beyond being Jewish).

We're escorted by IDF soldiers around our own age. We're given lots of group activities meant to make us all feel closer. As the trip went on, I noticed something weird. There were so many people in charge making jokes about how the real Birthright experience is hooking up with a soldier. It felt like it was being encouraged. And it worked really well. A lot of people (myself included) ended up in relationships with the soldiers.

By the end of the trip it got very obvious that they were hoping we would fall in love, move there, and have babies that would eventually join their army. They tried so hard to make us want to stay.

Most of us barely knew anything about Palestine. I think this is why they want teens/young adults. They hope we're naive (I definitely was) and that we'll fall for the narrative they painted.

I was lucky on my trip, because our tour guide did something he probably wasn't supposed to do. He told us a little about the conflicts of Israel, but not just from Israel's perspective. He told us some of the horrible things that went on. He even told us how some people pull up chairs to watch strikes against the Palestinian people. He said he wanted to give us information from both sides, so that we can form our own opinions, and he did so in a hushed tone away from the other trip supervisors. His words were what made me start to really open my eyes and examine what was going on.

By that point, pretty much everyone on our trip was agreeing this was all just propaganda. This trip meant to make us fall in love with Israel was making us realize how fucked up things were.

Near the end of the trip, we were brought to a military cemetery. A lot of us didn't want to go in, because it felt wrong to take a tour through a graveyard. We were told we can't leave until we did it.

And that's around the point where one of the soldiers broke down. He was crying and shaking and when we asked why, he said he was scared of ending up there. He didn't want to be in the IDF. He didn't want to be a soldier. He didn't believe in what they were fighting for, and the job he was given in the army was a very dangerous one. He didn't get a choice. We tried to comfort him, and some of the other soldiers did too. It was how I found out most of them didn't want to be soldiers at all.

Eventually we went in the cemetery, hoping if we just got it over with we could leave quicker. None of the soldiers were happy to be here. Making them go through there was straight up cruel, and the guy I mentioned was not the only one to have a breakdown.

Our tour guide (different person from our main one), had an attitude like he was giving a tour of something we should be proud of, or in awe of. All these graves, most of which were filled with people barely into their 20s. And he was treating it like a tour of a museum. He kept loudly talking about how it was an honour to die protecting Israel, how it's a harsh reality. A necessity. I felt so bad for the mourners nearby who had to hear someone speak like that about their dead loved ones. How many of the dead had been forced into the roles that got them killed?

After that the propaganda was very blatant. They had us watch videos meant to convince us to move there. Again, we weren't allowed to leave.

So yeah. That's what Birthright is about.

On top of everything I mentioned, we're told from a young age that as Jews, we're supposed to see Israel as our safe haven. Our holy land. We're taught to revere it.

Fortunately, we're also taught something else. Something that goes above all of that: Never again means never again. It doesn't matter who it happens to, we MUST stand up against genocide. We cannot stay quiet and watch it happen.

Anyway, this post is long enough. I wanted to share the kind of lengths Israel has gone to for the sake of propaganda. They bathe us in it from the very beginning of our lives. I'm hoping that by sharing these experiences, people who have been through the same might see what's really going on.

#free palestine #propaganda #birthright trips

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sublimecatgalaxy · 1 year

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Hello 👋 can I pretty please request 2 and 8 for my og love Agent Hotchner? <3 I just found your blog yesterday and you write him so well I'm obsessed!!! Thank you and cheers if you can't that's okay too <3

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I love this! Thank you for the requests!!

"Before you freak out-" Aaron starts but I hold a hand up to him, pointing to the blood on his clothes that are discarded in a bag beside his bed. He wears a flimsy hospital gown that still doesn't cover the blood that's seeping out and around the gauze on his side and I panic, heart rating speeding up to a dangerous level.

"Are you okay? Who's blood is that?" I ask, sitting down beside him in a chair after pulling it as closely to the bed as I can. He looks down at me with a frown before motioning to his side.

"Mine." He deadpans.

"Hotch, what happened?" I ask, referring to the case that we totally bombed collectively as a group but he was the first domino to fall, running into a hostage situation without any sort of plan or back up other than us.

"He had a kid." Aaron breathes painfully, eyes lifting to the ceiling before closing entirely. "I just couldn't not help." He whispers, shaking his head in disbelief and, though my heart aches for him, I feel a senes of anger towards him anyways.

"You put the team in jeopardy." I say sternly, almost sounding like some of the talks he's given me on occasion. "We all went in and followed you, Derek was shot. You were shot." I can feel my eyes filling with tears and no matter how desperately I want to hold them back, they leave anyways, trailing down my cheeks. "I really don't like you sometimes, Aaron." I huff, brushing away my tears as he reaches out to rest his hand on my shoulder.

"And I really don't believe you." He smiles softly, almost cracking the tough walls I have up. "Look I need you to fill in on my behalf while I'm healing. I don't want to but it's mandatory that I rest and recover."

"Of course, anything." I mutter, taking the hand that's on my shoulder in both of mine, holding it as tightly as I can to remind myself that he's still here. We sit in silence for a few moments before I glance at the clock, realizing how late it's getting and how the end of visiting hours are probably nearly upon us.

"Hey Y/l/n-" He cuts my movements off as I go to lift myself out of the chair, his hand gripping onto one of mine. "Could you stay?" His question makes my heart break and the fact that he only continues to explain why he wants me to stay just makes it hurt even more. "The team's already at the airport, I told them to go. You were the only one who didn't listen-"

"I have a habit of not taking orders well." I smile, pulling the free blanket off the end of the bed before wrapping it around myself, telling him not so subtly that I'll stay as long as he needs me to. "I think I have authority issues." He responds with a healthy laugh to the wink I send him, reaching out to slip his hand back in between mine once more as he settles further down into the bed.

"How's your relationship with your father?"

"That's low."

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rise-my-angel · 1 year

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The Complexities Of Defeat

Pairing: Javier Peña x Female Reader

Length: 4.7k

Warnings: angst/hurt comfort, angst with a happy ending, references to smut, mentions of violence

Notes: Covers the final act of season three, sequel to A Future Of Unknown Dangers and Waging Double Edged War, but can be read as an stand alone.

Everything spiraled into one disaster after another. Anything that could be perceived as the slightest win was immediately over turned by something worse. The day Javi went out to Cali in a raid for Miguel Rodriquez, you ended up spending a while back in the apartment on the phone with Chucho. He knew some of what was going on, but to no ones surprise, Javi tried to keep the worse details to himself. On the phone with you, he didn’t need to pry, he knew how rough things were just by how you sounded.

Whatever hope he tried to instill in you was dashed in a matter of days. Javi came back that night, The raid was slammed with bureaucracy that they were forced to give up right as they got to Miguel. “He was right behind that fucking wall and they knew it.” Then he finally found out why Christina Jurado never showed up, and thus you were sent right back into a nightmare.

At that point you didn’t even care about Berna being involved, he was the least of your problems, but now you were stuck. A late night in the office trying to put off going to an empty apartment, surrounded by the little home you and Javi made for each other and unable to sleep as your mind was plagued with thoughts of what could happen to him out there. Only for him to come home safe to find Franklin was dead, and the whole thing meant nothing. Even then, that still wasn’t the worst of it.

You were suddenly brought back to La Catedral. The States got to tell the people back home that Escobar was finally behind bars, only to hide the reality that is life was run exactly the same as when he was free only smaller. It felt the same now. It was the same now with Cali. Like both the American and Colombian governments had no interest in serving any kind of justice to these men, just as long as they could say they were locked up they didn’t care what kind of luxury the god fathers now lived in.

You couldn’t figure out why this time around though no one was even pretending that justice mattered to them. It was the thought that swam around your brain as you made you way home, the sweltering streets filled with noise doing little to dwindle the buzz in your brain. Not much registered to you as you made your way to the door, lost in a daydream of where to go from here only to get into the bedroom and have that daydream answered for you.

It wasn’t just Javi’s things partially packed, it was yours too. Some sitting in the suitcase already, some thrown onto the bed as if he couldn’t decide if it was worth finding space for. You could hear the shower running with a trail of Javi’s suit scattered in pieces as if stripped off with no care for where they landed.

You didn’t pick them up. All you did was finish what he started and folding up into your respective cases what was worth bringing home. Not many words were needed between you two really, you knew it was the end of the line, just the how was what you were missing. It felt like lead filled your veins as you worked away, this defeated pattern of leaving the country starting to eat at you, like this place only ever let you leave if it chewed you up and spit you out.

The running water stopped, and you could hear the muffled sounds of Javi moving around in the washroom before the door opened, letting out a cloud of steam. Clutching one of his shirts in your grasp rightly, you both looked at each other, no longer was the weight on his shoulders one of burden, but instead defeat. Towel sat low on his hips with water dripping down his chest did nothing to entice you.

Muttering your name quietly, Javi reached an arm out as he stepped towards you. Grip on his shirt tightening for a fraction of a second before dropping it, you put your hand into his and was yanked into his chest, your arms around each other as Javi’s low voice spoke into the top of your head. “None of it fucking mattered. They all got exactly what they wanted in the end.”

“Javi,” he shushed you before tipping your chin up to look him in the eyes briefly before he captured your lips in his. Nothing more or less then a chaste kiss as you ran gentle hands over his bare skin, and his own holding your waist. Pulling way he gently ran his nose over yours, making you yearn for the gesture to be out of intimacy and not desperation. You didn’t rush him, you let him go at his own pace.

Finally, he pulled way and nudged you to sit on the bed, as he got dressed again. “Actually catching these guys, bringing the people they hurt justice wasn’t what they wanted. The bullshit surrender was what they wanted, and that’s what they got.”

His eyes felt hurt deep in them as he turned back to you, shirt unbuttoned on his shoulders as he looked at you, face soft and begging for help. His hands didn’t quite tremble, but they sure weren’t smooth and gentle as he started doing them up. “Everything Crosby told me matched exactly with what we found, that as long as they get to stay friends with Colombia, we shouldn’t care what happens here.”

“Let me,” You spoke softly as you lifted his hands away so you could button his shirt up yourself. Not looking at him, only the task at hand. “So what, we were just supposed to sit back and let the country deal with it? Not care about how many people had to die along the way?”

Tension swirled through Javi’s shoulders as you ran over them with your palms, smoothing them out as you started on his tie. Large hands once again finding a home on your waist as you worked. A deep sickness boiled in Javi’s stomach. “The country wasn’t about to do shit.” Shooting you head up suddenly, brows furrowed you saw conflict in his eyes again, but you two were past hiding things anymore. Javi was long past refusing to admit that he needed you. “Cali’s been in their pocket this entire time. Every move and nightmare they caused, they were going to ultimately get away with since that’s exactly what they bought the presidential campaign for.”

Eyes squeezed tight in tandem with your heart. The strain in his voice cracked and whispered through guilt he didn’t deserve. “That’s why they wanted you to just play ball.”

From the corner of your eye you saw him nod, jaw clenched tight. “I wasn’t here to make a difference, I was here to do as I was told and let the cartel funnel as much money into the government as they wanted. Cali’s in fucking jail because it looks good to the public, not because it’s what they deserve. Crosby wanted to pull the DEA off the case because if he handed it over to the Colombian-”

“That mean’s they would look at your work and know exactly where and how not to interfere here on out.” Once again you caught him nodding in agreement. Tightening his tie professionally up to this shirt, your fingers danced on the top button still undone. Javi however picked said fingers up for a kiss before seeking your lips out once more. He nodded into it, your hands freeing to rake through his hair and pull his upper back close to you so you could hold in in your arms completely.

It took a moment to get Javi on a level where he even understood what he was trying to say, and how we was saying it. You knew at this point that leaving again for the States was on the horizon but you had no idea just how that was about to happen.

Suit jacket tossed gently over the dresser, Javi now was leaned up against the wall, arms crossed as he watched you keep packing. His heart warm at how much you just respected how he needs time, yet knew him so well you understood where he was going. He started talking as you finished packing. Telling you all about what he and the reporter found, what he and Crosby talked about that led this, and finally the statement about the Cali arrests he was to make.

“I’m done after that.” Swiveling over to him, you saw the brown colour of his eyes slowly fading away by a look of remorse. “This press conference is the last thing I’m going to do for them, I can’t do this anymore. Not when all they want from me is to..too..”

“Look pretty and play house?” There it was, a small half smile that let his dimple just barley peek out.

Looking down Javi fought with smiling at you and the need for it to slip off his face from frustration. “Yeah.” His head bobbed as he looked down, eyes looking at the clean dress pants and pristine shoes he’s come to hate wearing. He might just leave all of his suit’s behind, let them gather dust until they find a better play actor to fill the role. Let whoever that is clean up what Javi’s become too tired to leave behind.

“I already told him,” his chin gutting out to the hall outside where the phone sat, “that we’re coming home for good this time. He doesn’t know much. Just said he’d get it all from you anyways.”

You both chuckled at that one, apparently Chucho wasn’t shy in informing his son that the only reason he’s up to date is because you’re the one who spills the beans when Javi’s not around. “When do we leave?”

Javi strode across the room to the bedside table on his end, and pulled out two plane tickets. His thumb tapping at the flimsy paper before wordlessly handing them to you. “I’m sorry I’m just throwing this all at you now. I should- I should’ve talked to you beforehand.”

The tickets weren’t even in your hand for a second before you mindlessly tossed them down. Knees climbing up onto the bed and finding their way to sit in front of Javi. His cheeks warm in your palms and his own eyes fluttered at the sensation. He mirrored the same hold on your own cheeks and brought you in for a kiss once again.

Anytime you pulled away his lips followed, dragging you back under the softness of his touch before you lightly pushed at his chest. “I know you Javier.” Pulling his face closer into yours when he tried to shake his head no. “I do. I know you. This place...you were right. It was completely different this time, but it’s not me you should be worrying about. I wanted you to worry about you Javi. Every day I watched as you lose any faith or hope in what you were doing, but you never cared what that was doing to you. That was the worst part. Watching you always put yourself last for a cause no one else believed in.”

Sliding from his face down to his shoulders, your palms ran over them squeezing at the tense muscles under. His breath coming out in a stutter at each press. “Quierda...”

Tickling his ear as you spoke into it. “Let someone take care of you for a change Javier.” With a harsher press against his muscles, his head dropped somewhat into your neck. Nodding, you finally smiled and pulled him into your chest. “Lay down for me, baby.”

Undoing the buttons you just did, Javi pulled at his tie until you slid it off his neck before dragging the sleeves of his shirt down his arms. It barley touched his ground before you traced his skin all the way from the edge of his pants, up his stomach and to his neck. Once again pulling him to the bed and laying him face down as you made room beside the packing taking up the other side of the bed.

Gently straddling his waist, your hands found a gentle return to his shoulder blades. “We have plenty of time, baby. I just want you to relax for me.” It wasn’t long before the press into his back muscles elicited muffled groans.

Hands outstretched above his head grasping a the sheets the deeper you dug, all the while whispering quiet praises at how good he’s doing, meaning over him to press a kiss to his cheek and mutter into his ear how good he is.

Javi writhed into the bed below him so slow you wouldn’t have noticed if not for your hips settled nicely below his ass. Maybe it would have turned you on more, the pleasure Javi was feeling if your heart wasn’t so heavy. Had you not done enough for him? Was there anymore you could have done to ease his pain?

Praises and sweet little comforts spilled from your mouth the more you felt him relaxing under your finger tips as your guilt grew. Being back home wasn’t going to be easy. It wasn’t last time and it certainly wasn’t about to get any easier leaving for good. You could feel the dropping confidence in your own dedication as you debated just how much you had to make up to him once you get back to Texas.

Javi’s little groans of your name swept you back into the moment, leaving a soft smile in it’s wake. You didn’t know how long you two were there. More than once Javi almost fell asleep, but then you’d hit a sensitive area and a moan would snap him right back.

You kept him there for as long as you could get away with, but ultimately he had a press conference to get too, and a final resignation to his superiors. He’d later tell you he took care of your end of things, and a cheeky little grin as he reminded you that he guessed your boss would be okay with you not coming back.

This time you both worked in peace getting him ready again. You both knew there was no point in you watching it all go down. You didn’t need to see it live to know where this was coming from. You instead stood with your hands pressed against his chest near the door. “I’m proud of you, Javier. Not just for this, for everything.” One hand trickled up to his cheek and was met with his warm hand encompassing yours. “Even if you’re not there yet yourself, I always will be.”

You wanted to say it, but it wasn’t the time. It would be selfish to say it now when he had more important things than you to focus on. It seemed backwards that you had more anxiety about him resigning than he did. Maybe it was because you knew what was coming next. Javi being out permanently, and knowing what state the government is treating drug cartels with, it’s going to eat at him slowly.

Javi told you what Stechner said to him that day he had to help show those senators what ended up being a staged lab. That no one cared as deeply about this as he did, but how everyone looked at it as a negative. It pissed you off than and now it upsets you. Javi cared about the people, the ones hurt by their violence, the lives ruined with the devastating drugs they pedal, and how only money was their endgame on either side. He didn’t deserve this, Javi deserved better.

Maybe Steve was right to leave Colombia for good when he did. You hadn’t spoken to him or Connie, unwilling to lie about how badly the Cali case was going, you suspected Javi felt the same way. You’d entertain the idea later, back when you were settled for good in Texas. Before dating you joked to Javi that when you were done you’d move back North to the cold states, but that plan was long gone.

You didn’t have much of anyone, so you’d stay where you were needed. By Javi’s side for as long as he needed it.

He had given you a needy kiss before he left. Pulling you back to his lips every time you even thought about pulling away. Your hands holding tight onto his neck as to not muck up his appearance again. He had pulled away only when you were lightheaded, and pleaded with you not to watch the press conference. “I know it’s selfish to ask, I just...I don’t want you dealing with this shit anymore than you already have.”

You pressed one last kiss to his nose and than his cheek. “Say that about yourself first and maybe we can talk about what I shouldn’t be dealing with.”

Chucho has called not long after when you presumed it was over. Neither of you bothering to greet one another, he got right to the point he worried about most. “How is he?”

You smiled to yourself, “Depends, do you want what I’d say or what Javi’s going to tell you?” Chucho chuckled deep on the other end, and you responded anyways. “He hurts, Chucho. The way he sees it, its his fault the government doesn’t care about his efforts. Like for some reason if he couldn’t get them to care than he failed these people..I don’t know how long it’s gonna take to shake that.”

Humming in thought, you heard him rubbing at his face, likely leaned somewhat against the kitchen wall very much in the kind of stance Javi took when frustrated. “Everyone here couldn’t care less about the details, all they saw was Escobar was gone and now Cali’s in jail. They don’t give a shit how complicated the bureaucracy is, they just see him as a hero.”

“Which he hates.” You saw how distant he became anytime that word was directed towards him. Eventually he stopped even trying to correct people about if he was there when Escobar died. They didn’t care, he was apart of something trying to do good and that’s what they cared about. It would take more to convince Javi of that.

“Javier’s going to need your support more than ever. Every day or two, I have boats passing by the Ranch going into Mexico. Crates, guns you name it they’re bringing it over. I don’t know if they’ve talked about it to him at all, but if they can drag him into that mess they will.” There was a finality in his tone that you both understood.

Colombia pulled Javi back in and is now spitting him out in venom, whatever mess has started to gain traction in Mexico would strip away whatever you had managed to put back together. Neither of you were sure his spirit would survive that.

You both talked a while longer, Chucho laying out a few options for you once you get back. Detailing a share you’d receive if it was the ranch you wanted to work with them, or that he’s asked around about some local jobs he can put a word for you in if you wanted something less back breaking. Honestly you weren’t sure yet. It was becoming a bad habit of abandoning your job in Colombia for Texas with no plan of the future.

“Maybe when Javi’s a little more okay. I don’t know how much leaving for 8 hours a day will help whatever demon’s he’s coming home with. I mean, he’s pretty much tried to keep me at the embassy for as long as possible so he always knows where I am that’s safe. And with the boats...” Your hand was curling up the phone cord around your finger over and over as your bottom lip was nibbled at in anxiety. Luckily Chucho understood. Telling you he’d give you better training in handling the animals so you’d be comfortable, and he left it at that.

Eventually the silence in the apartment became too much. You needed noise, you needed air. Sitting off to the side of the apartment complex’s front steps you took in the busy street going about it’s day. You were going to miss this terribly, the interesting and good people you’ve met and watching the lives of the people who simply wanted the promise of a safer life, who you now knew wouldn’t be delivered on.

Hugging your knees, you smiled shortly at the group of young boys running down the street, only stopping to jump on each other and wrestle around until someone scolded them to stop. Images flashing through you of the same scene, only with Javier there to settle them down. Maybe the dream of one of the boys being picked up in his arms the call of “dad”, being cried out in laughter.

You didn’t know if Javi wanted that either. You two had never said it to one another, sometimes you were sure you felt it from him and you desperately hoped he felt it from you. But it was never spoken out loud, how you both felt. By the time either of you realized it, Javier was sent home on a plane and nothing between then and now had felt right to unleash on him.

You wanted him to feel it back though, and judging by the bright eyed look as he approached the stairs, a flicker of hope burned in your heart that it wasn’t just a fantasy. He called your name and scooped you up in his arms as soon as you stood.

Pressing his lips to yours without a care of who could be watching, he had to blindly reach out to steady you as the force almost knocked you backwards. Javi poured too much to comprehend into his kiss, so your arms simply wound around his body and pulled him to you. By the time he pulled back, he rubbed his nose down the length of yours. “Their pissed, but it’s done.” He shook his head when you went to ask him about it, only guiding you inside quietly. “Let’s just get home first, okay?”

For the first real time, this place wasn’t your home anymore.

The time in the airport was a refreshing facade. You both sat at a table with food and a drink, “Should have just given him my wallet for what he was asking.” He plunked both your bottles onto the table, and all but threw himself onto the opposite chair with an oof.

Taking a sip, Javi smirked at the mild grimace you gave your drink with an audible gulp. “You’d think he’d at least be able to afford a fridge at this point.” It didn’t fail to catch your notice that the vendor could be heard yelling at another customer trying to bargain the price.

Mediocre food followed, and for a moment it felt like you were a normal couple leaving from holiday. Not a soul looked at either of you, no one knew nor cared about the crushing weight of failure emanating from your souls. At times you felt Javi’s food purposely collide with yours, prompting you to gently bump back.

After a comfortable silence held for a while, Javi smashed that feeling with something you hadn’t even considered. “Are you sure you want to stay? With us in Laredo I mean. You don’t need to drag yourself anywhere I go just because...”

Tilting your head you tried to catch his deep brown eyes that evaded your own until he couldn’t hide. Those eyes so large and so loud spoken, matching the softness of his handsome features in a sad harmony. “Because of what?” You were soft spoken, trying to gently prompt him to open up without needing help with the words.

He sighed, looking at his hands for a second before one reached out to hold yours closest to the middle of the table. “Just...don’t feel shackled down to me just because I need you..” His eyes closed before back up to face you properly, a warmth flooding them that filled you with a matching feeling. “If you need distance, I don’t want you to feel..trapped.”

His face morphed into slight confusion as you chuckled breathily, before leaning over the table to press your lips against his, the taste of cheap booze mixing together. “You don’t need me, Javi. You’re strong enough, good enough to make it on your own.”

He hesitated but you mimicked what he did to you in times of uncertainty. Your fingers gently pulling his chin towards you and nudging your nose against his. “But you shouldn’t have to be alone, Javier. That’s what matters. You deserve to be loved, and I don’t want to be anywhere except at your side so I can give that to you.”

Javi gripped the back of your neck as he pushed back lovingly. “I told you, you mean everything to me mi amor. I just don’t want you to feel obligated-”

“I don’t feel obligated to anything except throwing out this shit drink.” He laughed against you, so close your lips brushed one another as you joined. “We’re in this together. As long as you’ll have me.”

The sound of your flight being yelled over the loud speaker broke you apart. Javi rolling his shoulders as he stood up, grabbing both of your things to throw out. “As long as I’ll have you.”

He didn’t hide the playful roll of his eyes as he muttered to himself as he walked to and from the garbage. Not skipping a beat to pull your bag up onto your shoulder and grabbing his own. His hand grabbing one of yours and bringing it up to his face. “The only way I’d want to get rid of you is if you go back to calling me the hillbilly instead of Murphy.”

His face fell even more amused as yours lifted in a mysterious joy. “I don’t know, he’s not the one in flannel shirts, drudging mud into the house from working on a ranch all day.”

This time you laughed out loud as he muttered to himself annoyed once again, turning back to you with a playful glare of his own before he pushed you forward at the small of your back. “Still just can’t behave can you, quierda?”

You turned your head back to look at him, “What are you going to do about it, Peña?” It’s a long flight home, plenty of time to teach me a lesson.” You almost let out a yelp as he slapped your ass. The sound loud enough to be heard but Javi putting his body behind you enough to hide his actions, but not so close that he couldn’t look down to watch your ass jiggling from the force with a subtle turned on look.

Leaning into your ear his voice was lighter than it had been for days. “Save it for when I have you in my bed. I’ll need plenty of room what I have in store for you.”

Instead of a lustful one, you and Javi looked at the other with a soft gaze, admiration flooding both of your eyes. You met one another at the same time for a kiss, Javi using the closeness to wrap his arm around your waist and direct you forward again. “Time to go home, quierda.”

As you walked, your head leaned to the side on his shoulder. Standing in the final queue, you didn’t even look at him as it slipped from your mouth, but once it was out you didn’t feel the impending regret you worried so much about. “I love you, Javier.”

All you felt was a press of his lips to the top of your head. “I love you, mi amor.”

Going home for the final time was going to be a new set of trials and tribulations for Javier, but this time you were better equipped to handle it, a better understanding of how to support him. A head start on the conflicted anger and guilt when he sees those boats, those guns, the drugs into Mexico for the first time.

Whatever pain was ahead, you embraced it.

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