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dawnagustd · 1 year

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big deal || myg

➛ title: Big Deal ➛ pairing: (non romantic) idol!yoongi x reader; ft. ot7 ➛ genre: mature rated comedy? ➛ summary: “It’s never a big deal until it becomes your big deal,” Yoongi learns. ➛ rating: 18+ ➛ word count: 1.3k ➛ warnings: strong language | attempted and failed blackmailing (like it was pointless lol) | c*cks… lots of c*cks being discussed; specifically Bangtan c*ck | ot7 chaos | this is a complete unedited shit show | open ending just in case | i think that’s all ➛ author’s note: Hi! It’s been a long ass time. I’m so nervous lol. Anyway, this is for @hobeemin & @sweetestofchaos and it has everything to do with this Discord emoji. This is the first completed work I’ve written in months, so please be kind lol. I know it’s bad(it’s supposed to be) and I’m not all too comfortable writing idol aus but I had a ball writing it so just let me have this moment🤣. Also, I don’t want to promise a part 2 but... man I like the thought of mad whiny Yoongi.

“Mine doesn’t even look like that! Guys, look at how thick and short it is.”

Yoongi does an internal eye roll as Jimin lets out another dramatic cry. All this over some damn Discord emojis. Maybe he’s just too old for this shit because he doesn’t see the big deal. At least he’s not the only one.

“It isn’t that deep,” Seokjin states, shoving some ramen in his mouth.

“That’s what Jimin’s girl said,” Jungkook blurts out in a small voice.

He can see Jimin giving them a nasty glare through the monitor screen. It’s just his pride. He feels like the creator of these Bangtan-style Discord emojis should have added a little more length. Yoongi will not deny or confirm whether or not they should have. Still, he can’t help but chuckle as Jimin tries to convince everyone about the truth they already know of.

“Yeah, Jimin. It’s not that serious,” Namjoon chimes in.

He’s taken a seat on the couch, bored with the big discovery they made just a few minutes ago. Someone approached and told them about a website dedicated to Discord emojis. Apparently, a creator’s newest NSFW uploads are BTS-inspired superhero cocks. And well, they just had to see it to believe it.

“Easy for you guys to say. Your cocks are perfect!”

“Well, thanks Jimin,” Jungkook laughs.

“Shut up! You know what I meant.”

He’s not lying, though. This is pure talent. The amount of effort and detail you put into the craft doesn’t go unnoticed. No wonder everyone’s talking about this.

“Jimin, why don’t you just contact the creator? The info is in their bio,” Hoseok suggests.

Jimin and Taehyung begin searching for your number together, both being displeased with their results. While they bicker, Yoongi starts going through the rest of the content.

“And what does yours look like, hm?” Jungkook teases.

Yoongi turns to the youngest member and shrugs. “Don’t know. Didn’t look.”

He returns to scrolling, but Jungkook snatches the mouse out of his hand.

“Well, let’s see,” Jungkook insists. He returns to the newest uploads and looks through the members until he finds the Suga-Man emoji.

“I don’t care about that shit. I know what my dick looks like—”

When Yoongi sees his emoji, he nearly knocks Jungkook to the floor while he tries to regain control of the mouse. He cannot believe his eyes. It’s nothing like the real thing at all. Yoongi’s appalled.

“Where are my details?!”

He catches his outburst seconds after it is too late. All of the members heard him cry out due to the distasteful site. He looks over at Seokjin.

“They forgot some stuff,” he repeats.

“Okay.”

His mouth drops at Seokjin’s lack of empathy.

“Well, I must be the least favorite member,” Yoongi concludes.

“Dude, we don’t talk like that. Remember?”

“Then explain why mine is so plain?!”

Seokjin sighs. “I’ll give you your own advice, bro. It’s not that serious.”

But it is. His emoji dick looks so basic. He has layers that make him unique too. This is so embarrassing.

“Jimin, I don’t think you’re supposed to call the number,” Taehyung shouts, trying to chase down a frantic Jimin.

They’ve somehow managed to find your Instagram and your business number. Jimin couldn’t wait for a second to dial the digits and speak with you, and neither can he.

When Jimin comes beside him for protection from Taehyung, Yoongi grabs the phone and instantly hears it ringing. He starts tapping the desk impatiently, ignoring Jimin’s wails and pleas. He’ll give him the phone after he’s done so he can whine, but this is urgent. You need to make the necessary changes to his emoji immediately or take it down completely.

If you don’t… Well, he’ll cross that bridge when he gets there.

Just when he believes it’ll go to voicemail, someone answers the phone. They introduce themselves as the creator and ask how they may insist. Yoongi introduces himself also, and after 5 minutes of back and forth because you thought you were getting pranked, he FaceTimes you.

“Woah. It is you,” you gasp. “All of you.”

“Yeah. Anyway, back to our discussion.”

You blink your eyes as if you’re snapping out of a trance, then look directly at Yoongi.

“Sorry, what were you saying? I wasn’t listening because I thought you were fucking with me,” you admit.

With a groan, Yoongi repeats himself.

“Those emojis you made, the Bangtan Super Cock set. It’s inaccurate.”

“No, it’s not,” you deny.

The other members are summoned by Namjoon for practice, and Yoongi waves, signaling he’ll be following shortly.

“Oh, hell yeah it is,” he scoffs.

“How so?”

Yoongi can hear mischief in your voice. He wasn’t born yesterday. He knows how this goes.

“Look, all I’m saying is mine has no texture or detail. It’s boring and looks nothing like the real thing.”

Your giggles have him both annoyed and amused because you’re actually kind of cute. You’re definitely not someone he’d suspect to be making these types of things.

“What texture or details did I neglect to add, Suga-Man?”

“Cut the shit,” he orders, but you continue to tease.

He’s thankful the others are out of here because he’d never hear the end of this.

“Can you just add something to make it look less sleek?”

“No,” you cackle. “Why would I do that?”

“Because—”

He almost slips up, but he catches himself.

“Look, just do it or I’ll sue you,” he threatens.

“You can’t do that.”

“I can try.”

There is more laughter on your end of the line before you eventually stop and tilt your head.

“Why does it matter so much?” you ask. “I mean… It must be serious if you called this number. No one calls this number. I’m just a small content creator.”

You make it seem like your work isn’t mind blowing. He wouldn’t know where to start, and yet you have hundreds of emojis created, and they’re free. But he can’t go on like this. Not when he knows there’s a misrepresentation of his cock going around. No way.

“Just add some veins, and that’ll do,” he mutters.

Once again, you giggle.

“Nope. My creations come from my mind, and that is what my brain told me to draw.”

“You hate me, don’t you?”

“Of course not,” you assure. “You’re my bias.”

“Then add the effects and make me look good!”

“It doesn’t work like that,” you argue.

Yoongi pinches the bridge of his nose and tries his best to work on an effective strategy.

“I’ll pay you,” he offers, but you refuse.

“I’m good.”

Silence follows, and you both are just staring at each other at this point. Time is winding down, and Namjoon will come looking for him in a minute. The longer he stays on this call, the bigger the risk he has of getting caught. He’s already playing a dangerous game. You could be recording all of this, and he wouldn’t know until it’s slapping him in the face. This really wasn’t worth getting flustered over now that he thinks about it.

“Why are you so passionate about this?” you ask. He can hear the genuine curiosity in your tone, so he answers truthfully.

“My cock isn’t boring,” he repeats. “It’s not average.”

A long sigh travels past your semi-parted lips as you lean forward, getting closer to the screen. Damn, you aren’t just cute. You’re hot. Now he’s definitely embarrassed.

Your smirk has him thinking you’ll show pity but looks can be very deceiving he’ll learn. You end the call with a challenge.

“Prove it.”

Yoongi sits there until the members physically force him to come practice. He never mentions what happened on that phone call, but best believe, it’s still lingering in his mind.

#yoongi x reader #yoongi fanfics #bts x reader #bts fanfics #yoongi imagines #bts imagines #bangtanbathhouse #kvanity #suga x reader #suga fanfics #suga imagines #fic: big deal #sugakookitty

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whumpcereal · 1 year

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behavior modification, jack & joe's wedding

masterlist here. I know it's been a while, so I hope folks are still out there.

content warnings for: vague references to past csa and general trauma, a recovering whumpee with some self-loathing, and TOOTH-ROTTING FLUFF

future snippet, forget me not

“You look so handsome, Bear.”

Marilyn meets her son’s eyes in the mirror, and he smiles back at her. For once, she knows he can’t argue with her. The man who looks back at her is happy and sure, his dark hair carefully parted and slicked into place, his navy suit well-cut and pressed. He looks like his father, but that’s neither here nor there. It’s Joe’s smile that makes the difference. It’s crept out more often since Jack came home to them, and today, there’s nothing that can wipe it away.

Joe’s green eyes crinkle at their corners. “Thanks, Mama.”

“I’m just telling it like it is. Turn this way. I want to make sure that bowtie is straight before I go help Jack.”

Marilyn doesn’t miss the soft blush that creeps into Joe’s cheeks at the mention of his fiancé.

“Where is he?”

The question doesn’t have the desperate tone it used to. For once, Joe is just a normal young man, excited at the prospect of the day ahead.

Marilyn smiles. “Down the hall, but don’t you even think about peeking. You know the rules.”

“It’s just superstition,” Joe protests.

They’ve already weathered enough bad luck to last a lifetime, her two boys. Marilyn can tell that Joe’s fairly certain that seeing his groom on the wedding day is the least of their worries. She wouldn’t be surprised if Joe threw caution to the wind and busted up a room full of mirrors at this point. They’ve paid their dues. They must have.

Marilyn’s hands fidget gently with Joe’s bowtie. She keeps her gaze fixed on his collar button; Joe knows well enough that she’s trying to hide the tears that have crept into her eyes.

“Superstition or not,” she says, “you are not depriving me of adorable ‘first look’ pictures.”

They’ve had another sort of first look, Marilyn knows. She wasn’t there–she hadn’t wanted to overwhelm poor Jack–but, eventually, Joe told her about opening the goddamned box and finding Jack inside, emaciated and covered in his own sick. She wasn’t there, but the knowledge that it happened at all tears at the seams of her heart. They didn’t deserve it. But they are stronger for it now.

“Mama?” Joe sets a soft hand on her shoulder.

“I’m just so happy for you, Bear. Both of you.”

“Is it bad if I say I’m happy too?” Joe asks, ducking his chin sheepishly.

Marilyn blinks, trying to keep her damn tears from ruining her make-up. Joe’s been this way his entire life; he’s never been sure if he deserves the good things that come his way, even when he was a little boy. Marilyn can remember the way he used to smother his own laughter after his father left, afraid that his joy was misplaced. I’m sorry, Mama, he’d say, as if he’d done something naughty. It broke her heart. It still does.

It was worse while Jack was gone, and somehow even worse in the first months after he came home. Joe blamed himself for everything that had happened, and no matter what she said, Marilyn couldn’t convince him otherwise. Even when Jack began to come back to himself, Joe attributed it to Jack’s own strength rather than the love and support he provided for all those first months. Joe’s been afraid to let himself believe that this is real. She’s sure he thinks it might all be taken away again.

“No, honey, it isn’t bad. You deserve to be happy. Both of you.”

Predictably, Joe’s jaw tightens, just a little–something only a mother’s eyes might catch.

“I will always make him happy.”

“I know,” Marilyn murmurs, patting Joe’s cheek. “You’ll make each other happy, Bear.”

“I’ll protect him.”

Marilyn shakes her head. “No, baby, you’ll love him, and he’ll love you. Love is protection in its own way; you just have to let each other in.”

She knows it’s absurd, her spouting marital advice when her own marriage folded like a cheap card table years ago. She never gave a second thought to looking for another partner after Joe’s father left; she had her Joey Bear, and the love that remained belonged to him. She’s always protected him. She will, until she can’t–and when she can’t, she knows that Jack will be there. Just like Joe will be there for him.

“He–” Joe hesitates. He turns and shyly meets Marilyn’s eyes in the mirror again. His lips quirk into a smile. “He let me in again.”

“I know,” Marilyn says softly. “He loves you.”

“I love him so much.”

Marilyn’s chest catches at the soft ache in Joe’s voice. She remembers what it was like to love someone so fiercely that it actually hurt. Of course she remembers. Sometimes, the beginning hurts just as much as the end. But what Joe and Jack have–well, that’s something special and fine. Delicate. Like spun gold.

Marilyn smiles. “I know that too.”

She reaches for the plastic florist’s clamshell on the dresser. Inside is a tiny spray of purple-blue forget-me-nots nestled against a pop of delicate greenery. Marilyn picks it up with careful fingers and fastens it to Joe’s lapel.

“Not the most subtle choice,” Marilyn teases, “but a fine one.”

“The right one.” Joe leans down to kiss her cheek. “Thank you for everything, Mama.”

“Always, Bear.”

Their foreheads touch, just for a moment, and then Marilyn squeezes Joe’s arms and pulls away. She scoops up the other florist’s box.

“I’d better go check on your husband-to-be. Remember, be out in the courtyard at two.”

Joe salutes her as she goes, and his smile widens. He’ll be alright. This day is the culmination of so many of his hopes and dreams. As she eases down the hall, antique floorboards creaking beneath her sensible heels, Marilyn remembers the way Joe called her after his first date with Jack. Mama, there’s something about this one–I just know he’s going to change everything for me. And he did, Marilyn thinks. Perhaps not in the way either of them would have guessed or wanted, but Jack certainly did change everything.

And it’s Jack that Marilyn is worried about now.

She knocks gently on the old-fashioned coffered door of Jack’s room. He and Joe have been staying separately since they arrived at the wedding venue–a nod to tradition–but Marilyn has a suspicion that it’s given Jack too much time in his own head.

She’s right, of course. She knows both her boys better than they know themselves.

“Come in.” Jack’s voice wavers a little behind the door, and Marilyn grants herself the luxury of a sigh before she enters.

Jack is perched on the edge of the bed in his own navy suit pants and white dress shirt, but still in his stocking feet. He doesn’t look up when Marilyn comes in; he’s too busy fidgeting with his cufflinks.

“Can I help, sweetheart?” Marilyn asks. She sets the boutonniere on a wooden washstand outfitted with an old pitcher and ewer.

Jack looks up then, and Marilyn tries not to wince when she sees the harried state of his face. There are phantom smudges of dark circles beneath his pretty blue eyes, and when he tries to smile, his face crumbles.

“Mama–”

Marilyn is across the room in an instant. She sits beside Jack on the bed and gathers him into her arms. When his face presses against her shoulder, she can feel his sweat through the silk shoulder of her dress.

“Oh, now. What’s all this?” she asks. She smooths the sweat damp hair on the back of his neck, and when her hand dips between his shoulder blades, she feels his sob coming even before she hears it. “Jack–”

“He can’t do this,” Jack murmurs. “I can’t let him do this.”

Marilyn’s heart sinks, and she moves her grip to Jack’s shoulders, forcing him backward to look at her. “Do what, honey?” she asks, even though she already knows the answer.

“He shouldn’t–we shouldn’t–I’m not–you–Mama, I–”

Jack’s breath is too fast, and he loses his words in another sob, even though he tries to muffle the sound.

“Jack–”

“I shouldn’t have asked him,” Jack manages. “He thinks he has to–”

“Jack!” Marilyn’s hand goes to Jack’s cheek, and she uses her thumb to brush away his tears. “Honey, where is this coming from?”

Jack squeezes his eyes shut and shakes his head. “I didn’t think. I just–I wanted him so bad, I couldn’t help it.”

“Oh, sweetheart. He wants you too. More than anything. I thought you knew that.”

“He wants who I used to be,” Jack whispers.

His chin falls to his chest, and Marilyn’s heart falls with it. Maybe she doesn’t know so much about the things Jack’s been through–though she certainly knows more than she wants to–but she knows what it is to lose hold of yourself. To want something that will never come back. She knows how frightening that want can make every subsequent step, because every step away from where you’ve been is a step farther from what you know.

But she had Joe when she took those steps, and she did it for him. Jack has Joe too, and this Joe–well, Jack’s Joe is stronger than he’s ever been. Jack is stronger than he knows, but if he can’t see it, Marilyn knows Joe can help him.

“That isn’t true,” Marilyn says gently.

“No,” Jack scoffs, “he probably doesn’t even want that.”

“Jack,” Marilyn says, her voice sharper than she means it to be.

For just a second, she has half a mind to go down the hall to get Joe, to let him do the comforting, but she knows she shouldn’t. Joe shouldn’t see this. He would assume that it’s his fault, that he hasn’t done enough to make Jack feel safe, and Marilyn will not let him think that. At least, not anymore than he already does. The truth of the matter is that no one can protect Jack from himself, not even Joe. But Marilyn can protect Joe from this moment, and she will.

“I’m no good for anyone. I’m not even any good to myself. It’s not fair to him. It’s–”

“Jack, stop it,” Marilyn chides. “You know that isn’t true.”

“I don’t,” Jack whispers.

“You do. In your heart of hearts. I know that, honey. You’re just afraid.”

Jack looks at her with swimming eyes. “I am. Mama, do you–”

“What, sweetheart?”

He touches his fingertips to the band of rough scar tissue at his throat, and he looks at her helplessly.

“I can’t even wear a tie. To my own wedding. Because–”

“Well, you look handsome either way,” Marilyn says lightly.

“Oh, they made sure I was still handsome,” Jack snaps. “Just not–I’m not–”

He dissolves into sobs again, and Marilyn folds him back into her arms. He doesn’t fight her, and she is glad. It was hard to keep from touching him when he came home, but she and Joe were both so careful with him.

“Joe waited for you, sweetheart,” she murmurs into Jack’s hair. “He waited for you even after you came home. And he didn’t do it out of some misplaced sense of duty, although you and I both know he has one of those too.” Jack lets go a cheerless laugh, but Marilyn doesn’t hesitate: “He waited because he loves you, and he has always, always believed in the promise of your lives together.”

Jack’s forehead grinds into Marilyn’s arm, and she presses a kiss to the crown of his head. The future is something that Jack is still struggling to reach for. He was told for so long that his future depended on other people’s whims that he’d stopped wondering what was ahead; it was probably easier not to imagine it, Marilyn thinks. But her Joe, he never stopped imagining his future with Jack. He couldn’t, even when Marilyn thought it might be better if he did. But she won’t admit that now. It was foolish to doubt them.

“If you hadn’t come home,” Marilyn’s voice catches, and she steels herself, “if you hadn’t gotten better, he would have died, Jack. You’re two halves of the same whole, honey.” She squeezes Jack and laughs softly. “You’d think that a psychiatrist would be a bit more careful about codependency, but–”

This time, Jack’s laugh is a little stronger.

“There you are.” Marilyn rocks Jack back and forth in her arms, the way she used to rock Joe when he was a little boy. She wishes that Jack had been loved that way before Joe, but she is more than happy to make up for it now. She kisses his hair again, and she imagines he is the child he once was, that she’s stopping the pain before it ever starts. “And you know that you made yourself well again, don’t you? We were there to support you, but, Jack Kenyon, you are made of stronger stuff than anyone I’ve ever met.”

“I don’t always feel strong,” Jack says softly.

“You don’t have to. You just have to believe in the strength around you. Do you trust Joe?”

Marilyn is almost certain she feels Jack’s cheeks rise in a smile. “Always.”

“Then you trust him to make his own decisions, just like he trusts you,” Marilyn replies. Jack takes a deep breath, like he’s about to protest, and she shakes her head. “And trust his strength when you feel like you can’t trust your own. But I’m telling you now, sweetheart: you’ve got everything you need already inside of you. You always have.”

Marilyn believes what she is saying. She thinks of what Jack must have been like as a boy, of his open heart and wide eyes, of the way he must have yearned for the love it felt like everyone else lucked into. She knows without knowing that he would have been a soft child, affectionate to a fault–until someone made him second guess what that affection really meant. But he survived. He’s survived so much, and he couldn’t have done that if he were not as strong as Marilyn knows he is. She only hopes Jack knows it too.

He is quiet for a moment. Then, he wraps his arms around Marilyn’s waist. “Thank you.”

Marilyn holds him close. “You’re always welcome, sweetheart.”

“Is Joey ready?”

“He can’t wait to see you.”

“Really?”

Jack’s voice is small, but it isn’t sad anymore; now, it’s full of wonder. Wonder at her Joe. At the love that Marilyn hopes Jack will someday reach for with greedy hands.

Marilyn nods and pulls away, cupping Jack’s tear-stained cheek in her hand. “Really. He loves you so much.”

“I love him too.”

“I know you do.”

Jack looks down at his knees. “It’s enough?”

Marilyn tucks her fingers beneath his chin and forces him to meet her eyes. “You are more than enough, Jack. Please, try to believe that.”

“I’ll try. I–I’ve been trying. It’s just hard sometimes.”

“I know, honey. Just keep trying. That’s all Joe will ever ask.”

“I will.”

Marilyn leans forward to kiss Jack’s cheek. He closes his eyes again, and at once, Marilyn feels both lucky and sad; lucky that she is the one to show this boy what a mother’s love might look like, and sad that he hasn’t known it before now.

Jack takes a shaky breath, and then he slips on his shoes, tying them slowly, carefully. He stands, smoothing his dress shirt and tucking the front into his navy slacks. He picks up the cufflinks again, and this time, he doesn’t struggle. His fingers are sure and steady. He looks so much stronger than when he came home, Marilyn thinks, and even though there are hints of what he went through–the scarring beneath his collar, the fine lines that have appeared too early–he is still handsome. His dark hair is thick and glossy again even if it is threaded with premature gray, and there’s the slightest hint of stubble on his lean jaw. Marilyn smiles: Joe is a lucky man.

“You look wonderful, honey. Here, put on your coat. I brought something for you.” Marilyn grabs the clamshell and pops it open as Jack buttons the front of his jacket. She pins the boutonniere over Jack’s heart. “Bear has one to match.”

Jack’s breath catches. “Forget-me-nots.”

“I thought–”

“They’re perfect,” he whispers. He looks up, and even though his eyes are bright with tears, there’s a smile on his face. “I didn’t forget.”

“Neither did he,” Marilyn answers. There is more to say, but now is not the time. Instead, she sniffs and pats her hands on the flat plane of Jack’s chest. “Now, you’d better get out there and have that first look. Don’t keep Joe waiting.”

“Never again.”

Jack squeezes Marilyn’s hand as he goes, and then she is alone.

They’re here, she thinks. They’ve done it.

She moves to the window. It faces the courtyard below, and she can see Joe leaning against the flat of a whitewashed brick corner. The photographer is speaking to him. Joe is smiling and laughing, and then, the photographer sees Jack approaching and presses a finger to her own smiling lips.

She says something that Marilyn can’t hear, but it doesn’t matter. Nothing matters except her boys. Joe reaches his arm along the wall, and Marilyn watches as the photographer talks Jack through his paces until his back is flat against the other side of the corner, his fingers stretching toward Joe’s.

Their hands touch, and Joe can hardly stand it; Marilyn can see his tears from here. His knees buckle, and at once, Jack is around the corner, kneeling with him, wrapping his arms around Joe and holding him close. Their pants will need a thorough dusting before the ceremony, but that’s the last thing anyone is thinking of.

The photographer steps back, and Joe’s hands are on Jack’s face. His lips move, and Jack nods, his hands firm on Joe’s shoulders. There is a flash, but the boys don’t react. All they can see is each other, and they are smiling through their tears.

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#behavior modification #recovery arc #wedding!#jack kenyon oc #joe prescott oc #marilyn prescott oc #whump writing #posting at a dumb time #but that's what reblogs are for

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unrefinedmusings · 2 years

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Between the Shelves - Part 3

IT’S FINALLY HERE!! I’m so sorry for the delay on this, I moved to a new city and had intense writer’s block. Thank you for all the encouragement!! It means so much to me as this was my first fanfic and first stab at writing in a long time. Also fair warning that in this chapter the vibe shifts from flirty romcom to straight up filth...

Stephen Strange x Bookstore Owner! Reader

Part 1 Part 2

Warnings: 18+, smutty smut smut, explicit language, unprotected sex, daddy kink, size kink sort of

Stephen POV

After the Avengers briefing, Stephen spent the entire night and the morning of your date making sure there would be no distractions or interruptions. He had checked in with Fury about potential threats being monitored, talked with each of the other Sanctum’s masters to ensure everything was in order, and triple checked the seals of his own sanctuary.

The two of you agreed to meet at an Italian restaurant nearby your apartment. You mentioned it was a favorite of yours, so he jumped at the suggestion.

With an hour to go before the dinner reservation, Stephen started getting dressed. It was a little early, but he had already ran through his to-do list. Being ready a bit early was better than being alone with his anxiety about tonight’s date. Flirting at your store fifteen minutes at a time, and even the oral sex yesterday, was one thing. Going on a proper date where the doctor would have to be charming for a few hours, charming enough to get another date…that was a different beast entirely. He worried the spark the two of you had would be extinguished outside the comfortable bubble of your store. On top of it all, it had just been so damn long since he’d done this.

Ignoring the nerves eating away at him, he dressed himself in a black suit jacket and pants with a white button down underneath, the top button undone in an attempt to be casual. He decided against a tie, not wanting to come off as stiff.

That’s too bad. She would look so good with a tie stuffed in her mouth, muffling those pretty moans—

Shoving those ideas aside as well, Stephen focused on fixing his hair. He was nervous…but also desperate to fuck you. He’d quite literally gotten a taste yesterday and was starving for more. His cock twitched in his dress pants at the memories of you on his tongue. You were so tight around just his fingers, he couldn’t wait to feel that around his dick.

He checked his reflection once more before heading out of his bedroom just ten minutes before your date was set to begin. Standing in the foyer of the Sanctum, Stephen was about to conjure a portal when he heard America’s voice coming closer. Too preoccupied with his thoughts about the impending date, he had not taken the time to check if the Sanctum was empty.

Oh shit.

America, Mordo, and Wong entered the room, inquisitive expressions on their faces as they took in Stephen’s attire.

“Where are you headed?”, Mordo questioned with amusement in his eyes.

“Out,” Stephen replied, hoping he sounded nonchalant.

“Out where?”, Wong implored.

“Why are you dressed so weird?”, America said at the same time.

“I’m going to…a play. And I’m dressed nice, not weird.” Stephen paused. “Do I look weird? The suit looks good? Right?”

“Yes…it looks fine, Strange,” Wong replied, confused as to why Stephen was asking him for fashion advice for the first time in their many years of friendship.

“Okay, thanks. I’ll see you all later,” the doctor mumbled in a huff before creating a portal and rushing out.

Reader POV

Despite buzzing with excitement, you did your best to focus at work. The hours until your date couldn’t pass fast enough. After closing, you hurried home to get ready. Luckily you had resolved the debate over what to wear last night after a thorough, hour long inspection of your closet.

Once you got home, you immediately went to take a shower to freshen up and, frankly, calm down. You were giddy, moderately nervous, and unbelievably horny all at the same time. Taking a few deep breaths under the stream of hot water, you promised yourself to stay composed the whole night.

Oh my god, I haven’t seen him completely naked yet.

Composure went out the shower door as your fingers found their way to your clit, lightly circling the pleasure point as you imagined the toned, bare form of your favorite Avenger. Memories of his lean, muscular body pressed tight against yours filled your brain. You moaned aloud recalling the feel of his strong thighs under your hands.

Ten minutes and an orgasm later, you were dried off and ready to start primping. You left your hair down in loose, wavy curls and lightly made up your face to give it a natural look. However, your favorite part was the dress. Despite rarely worn, it was one of your best purchases: a sexy red number with spaghetti straps and a high slit up the side. You worried it was too sultry for a first date…until you remembered that you had your date’s tongue in your pussy yesterday. Coming on too strong wasn’t really an issue here.

Plus, you knew the famous Doctor Strange would love seeing you in red.

After finishing off the look with black strappy heels and minimalist gold jewelry, you grabbed your purse and headed out.

Stephen POV

Quickly shutting the portal behind him, Stephen arrived in the alley next to the restaurant. The two of you had decided to be discreet to avoid unwanted attention, so opening a portal in the middle of the street wasn’t an option. Taking it a step further, Stephen applied a glamour charm on himself. Those who knew him well would see his true face, while strangers and fans would be tricked by the spell. The sorcerer wanted no interruptions tonight. Making his way to the front, he awaited your arrival.

“Stephen,” he heard, turning to the left to see you walking his way.

He’d never seen you dressed like this. Your usual outfits were soft, dainty little pieces featuring lots of florals. Granted, you still drove him crazy with ample cleavage and short hemlines, but he had never seen you in something this…provocative.

Fuck, just portal back to the Sanctum and tie her to the bed.

Stephen’s cock throbbed at the idea, but the rational parts of him decided against it. For now, at least.

“Hi sweetness, you look…gorgeous,” he remarked in awe, while gathering you in his arms for a hug. He felt the brush of your lips against his cheek before pulling away.

“Thank you,” you replied with a light blush. “You don’t look too bad either.”

“High praise,” Stephen noted with a sarcastic tone. He placed his hand on the small of your back and you leaned into his side. “Let’s head inside.”

Reader POV

The restaurant was adorned in romantic lighting set by warm bulbs, a number of candles across the tables, and the glass baubles hanging from the ceiling, casting reflections around the room. You and Stephen had been seated in a secluded corner of the restaurant, at a small round table decorated with a vase full of wildflowers.

The waiter had just finished taking your drink orders: white wine for yourself and a martini for him. Although, you were surprised you managed to even get the words out to order considering your mouth had gone dry at the sight of Stephen in a suit.

Oh fuck dinner, just climb into his lap and ride him until your legs give out.

You always had an active sexual imagination and a healthy libido, but since the doctor entered your life even you could be surprised at how horny your thoughts turned. Fighting against your carnal urges, you focused on the menu and engaged Stephen in conversation about the few times you had been here before. You were not just trying to get in bed with him and needed to convey that. This was more than just sex to you.

Within a few minutes of talking, you had already begun to relax in Stephen’s presence. Former worries about your compatibility subsided while he talked about his work. He had recounted anecdotes about his mystical and superhero duties during your conversations in the past, which you could tell were thinly veiled attempts to impress you. However, this was much more personal than stories of which monster he valiantly fought that week.

“She nearly blew a hole in the front doors of the Sanctum,” he said with a chuckle. “Wong would have been furious if it was anyone else but America.”

You laughed once more at the antics of his colleagues. So far you had learned about two of his close friends, Wong and Mordo, the latter of which you found out was the reason he originally entered your store.

Your heart was melting at the fondness and care in his voice when talking about his teenage apprentice. It was clear that the relationship was more than just mentor and mentee. He viewed her as family, just as he did his friends. You found yourself fantasizing about what a good father he would be.

Sweet Jesus, can my ovaries calm down?

Stephen asked about your work, prompting you to share stories of interesting customers and memories of the shop’s early days. Despite feeling insecure about how boring your life must seem compared to his, the Avenger seemed enraptured by the conversation and prodded you for details.

By the time the food came out, you were feeling completely at ease with him. By the time you were halfway done with your entree, the two of you had inched closer and closer until the distance was just shy of being indecent. By the time you finished, his hand had come to rest on your knee.

The combination of his touch, the two glasses of wine you had, and the ought to be illegal sight of Stephen in a suit was too much to take. You were only human, how long could you be expected to keep this level of arousal at bay? Besides, you had a surprise for him.

“You know, I took your advice,” you said casually.

“What advice,” he questioned, mirth in his pretty blue eyes.

You hand rested atop the one he had placed on your knee, and then began guiding it up your exposed leg through the slit of your dress. His eyes widened in surprise, but Stephen made no attempt to stop the dangerous game you were playing. As your joined hands moved higher up your leg, he understood what you were alluding to.

With his fingers on your bare hip, you remarked in an innocent tone, “You told me to go without. It was a good idea. Now I don’t have to worry about panty lines in this outfit.”

You brought his hand from out under your dress and placed it on his own knee. He was silent, his eyes dark and his face serious. After a few moments of silence, his arm came up to rest on the back of your chair. You nearly choked on your wine when you felt the zipper of your dress fall every so slightly. His calloused thumb gently stroked the newly exposed skin on your back, while his other fingers remained on the zipper.

“Stephen, we’re in public,” you warned in a hushed voice.

“Exactly. And there’s just a single zipper and two little straps keeping me from taking you right here…in public.”

You whimpered at the suggestion, your thighs clenching together under the tablecloth. The zipper fell lower.

“You wouldn’t even mind, would you? You want my cock so badly, you wouldn’t even care if I gave it to you right here. Your pretty body bent over the table, completely naked, while I slam into your tight cunt from behind. Everyone’s eyes on you, watching you turn into my wrecked little slut.”

“Stephen—”

“Who’s Stephen? You know my name, sweetness. Say it,” he whispered, hot breath fanning across your ear. He dragged the zipper down further, and the straps on your shoulders were beginning to fall. A little more and your breasts would be spilling out the top.

“Daddy,” you breathed as your eyes fluttered shut.

“Good girl.”

The zipper was pulled up and his hand came up to rest at the nape of your neck. Hearing footsteps approaching the nook you and Stephen were seated in, you opened your eyes and saw the waiter approach.

“Is there anything else I can get for you? A dessert menu?”, he probed with a friendly smile, unaware of the sexual charge in the atmosphere.

“No thank you, just the check please,” Stephen replied coolly, as if the previous filth he spewed in your ear about defiling you in front of an audience hadn’t been spoken.

A wave of defiance ran through you as the waiter walked away. You tugged Stephen closer by one of the lapels on his suit jacket and complained, “But Daddy, I wanted dessert.”

His free hand grasped your upper thigh and squeezed hard.

“Don’t worry sweetness. I’ll share mine when we get to your place.”

Stephen POV

After paying the bill, Stephen promptly grabbed you by the hand and exited the restaurant. Entering the alley, he pulled his sling ring out to conjure a portal to your apartment. You both stepped through and were led to the hallway just outside your door.

He could have had you two walk directly into the bedroom, but he enjoyed the sight of you scrambling to find the keys in your purse. The task would be probably be a lot easier if Stephen was not behind you, sucking a bruise onto the side of your neck. His hands grasped your sides, slender fingers spreading across your ribcage and inching dangerously close to the swell of your breasts. He pressed his erection against you and you abandoned the search in your purse to bend over slightly, grinding your ass on his cock.

Stephen bit down on your neck to stifle a groan. With a wave of his hand, your keys were levitating out of your purse and into the lock. While he did love to watch you squirm in his arms, he didn’t want one of your neighbors to come out and see the two of you dry humping in the hallway.

Once inside, he pressed you up against the door and slotted your legs together. He knew you were aching for some relief as you used this as an opportunity to shamelessly grind down on his thigh.

“Sweet girl, are you making a mess on Daddy’s suit?”, he questioned in between leaving sensual kisses on your neck.

“No,” you lied, your hips still rocking against him.

“Well if you need some assistance…” Stephen trailed off as he sank to his knees. The urgency from yesterday’s frisky encounter at your shop was gone. His hands trailed up your legs slowly, bringing the material of the dress up with them. He let out a heaving exhale breath right against your cunt once it was revealed to him, before dragging his goatee against the insides of your thighs.

“Please, please don’t tease,” you begged.

“You asked for it,” he rasped before raising one of your legs over his shoulder and pressing his face into your aching core. He went straight for your clit, alternating between tracing it with his tongue and flicking it. He looked up to see you writhing above him, your head falling back against the door with a thud. You hands fisted in his hair, making him groan into your cunt and sending vibrations throughout your middle.

“Fuck me! Please, please fuck me,” you moaned in desperation. Despite how achingly hard he was, he was not about to give into your pleas for more just yet.

“But sweetness, I’ve been waiting for so long. I want to take my time with you, I barely got a taste yesterday,” he replied, his fingers replacing his mouth while he talked.

“Barely? I came on your face!”

“Yes but only once. When I fantasized about finally taking you, my goal was to get you there three times.”

“You think you’re going to make me cum three times? Someone’s confident,” you teased. He quickly put an end to your backtalk with a smack to your cunt, making you cry out.

“I’m going to make you cum three times on my tongue tonight. We’ll find out how many times you can take it on my cock,” he rasped against your core before continuing his assault on your pussy. His hands kept you pressed against the door, unrelenting against your bucking hips. The doctor was drunk off the taste of you, lapping across the length of your slit and devouring all the arousal you leaked. Hearing you cry out from above only spurred him on further and soon he felt your thighs shaking next to his ears as you came on his face.

Reader POV

After the earth shattering orgasm you had against your front door, you had to hold onto Stephen’s form given how shaky your legs were. He smirked before picking you up bridal style. You yelped in surprise, but didn’t hate the feeling of being in his arms like this.

“Bedroom?”, the sorcerer asked.

“Door at the end of the hall,” you replied.

He carried you across your apartment and laid you down on the soft white sheets of your bed. You reached out for him, but he remained standing. His movements were slow and controlled as you watched him take his jacket off and lay it on the back of your vanity chair. His eyes never left yours as he undid the buttons on his shirt before removing his belt and shoes. Your mouth was agape and nearly drooling at the sight of his exposed torso.

“Are you alright to stand, sweetness? As much as I’ve enjoyed it tonight, I think we should get you out of that dress.”

You complied wordlessly, moving off the bed to stand before him. He turned you around to finally undo the zipper of your dress, removing the straps from your shoulders and revealing your body to him. He turned you again and let out a shuddering breath at the sight of you. Once more he dropped to his knees, but this time to tenderly undo the straps of your heels and lift you out of them. The intimacy of the action was too much and left your legs wobbly once more.

He rose to his full height, one hand on the small of your back pressing your body close to him and the other cupping your face to pull you into a deep kiss. You frantically started tearing at the remainder of his clothes, pushing his shirt off his broad shoulders and lowering the zipper on his pants. With one tug on the waistband of his boxers, you were finally treated to the sight of a completely naked Stephen Strange. You had broken the kiss to take a step back and admire his form, your eyes drinking him in. If you weren’t drooling before, you definitely were now.

“Enjoying the view?”, he said, breaking you out of your trance.

“Absolutely,” you replied, unashamed of having been caught ogling him.

“Ditto, gorgeous.”

He pulled you back to him, lifting you up and tossing you back onto your bed. Before you knew it, he was on top of you and kissing his way down your body. The sorcerer was thorough and left filthy kisses, bite marks, and hickeys all across your neck and chest.

The pleasure you felt only intensified as he wrapped his lips around one of your nipples, teasing the other with the rough skin of his fingertips. You cried out and clawed at his back when he bit down on your tit, soothing the skin with his tongue, before switching to the opposite nipple and giving it the same rough treatment.

“Daddy, please! Please fuck me, I can’t wait any more,” you begged.

“I don’t know, sweet girl. You have such a tight cunt, I doubt my big dick will even fit,” he noted in a smug tone.

Grasping at his hair, you pulled him up to your face and pleaded, “Make it fit!”

The two of you met in a brutal kiss as the head of his member brushed against your slit. You moaned at the feel of him dragging it along the length of your cunt, coating the tip in your arousal. Your back arched off the bed, pressing your chests even closer together, and you bit down on your date’s bottom lip. Stephen dragged one hand down along the side of your body and to the back of your knee, bringing it up around his hip. You felt his warm, wet cock teasingly start to enter your cunt, forcing you to moan into the kiss.

Slowly, he pushed himself into you. He was fucking huge and the stretch was delicious. With a grunt he bottomed out inside of you, leaving you breathless and choking. Your eyes squeezed shut and you felt tears escape the corners.

“Oh god, you’re splitting me in half,” you whispered. It wasn’t a complaint, not even close. Just a statement of fact.

“That shouldn’t sound so good,” he rasped against your lips.

Both of you stayed like this for a few moments, savoring the feel of each other. He was throbbing inside your walls and despite how full you felt, you pussy was clenching around his cock to draw him in even deeper. Your nails were digging into his shoulders as you opened your eyes to meet his.

“Fuck me, I can take it.”

Stephen responded immediately, pulling out until only the tip of him was inside before roughly thrusting into you. He hitched your leg up so now both were around his waist, your ankles locked against his back. His movements were unyielding, yet still left you moaning for more. Your cries, his grunts into the crook of your neck, and the lewd sounds of your skin hitting his were all bringing you nearer to release. His thrusts quickened, letting you know he was close too.

You felt his hand moving between your bodies and his fingers were on your clit, rubbing circles and flicking until it was all too much. One more thrust and you came apart, screaming out into the night and giving your neighbors another reason to hate you.

Stephen set a brutal pace, your limp form unable to do anything but take him into you again and again as he chased his own orgasm. His thrusts grew erratic until he came with a loud groan in your ear, his hot load shooting inside you.

He stayed buried in you, the weight of his body comforting as he lied on top of you. He nuzzled his nose against yours before kissing you slow and deep. He moved off of you and out of you to lie on his back, and his hands grasped your waist to drag you with him. Basking in the afterglow of your orgasms, you and Stephen cuddled with your head resting on his chest.

“Finally,” he breathed.

You huffed out a laugh with what little air was left in your body. “Been thinking about this a lot Doctor Strange?”

He chuckled, low and deep, before gently caressing your face to make you meet his gaze.

“You have been a constant in my mind since the moment we met. I have been thinking about you far too often and many times in the most inopportune situations, but I just can’t help it. And, if I have not made it clear already, I want much more than just tonight.”

Your heart swelled at his words and you brought your face to his, placing a chaste kiss on his lips.

“Me too,” you replied with your forehead pressed to his.

The two of you stayed in this perfect, silent moment a little longer before you made a move to get up. Stephen clearly saw this as a heinous crime as he grasped your wrists and pinned you to the bed.

“I want more than just tonight…but tonight is not even close to being done yet.”

Stephen POV

Several hours later, Stephen found out you could cum on his cock four times. That combined with the three on his face was all you could take before you were begging him to stop. But Stephen prided himself on his persistence and that’s how his fingers ended up where they were now: teasing your swollen clit with his fingers while your body twitched under his ministrations.

“No, can’t,” you whined at him. It was clear from the glassy look in your eyes that you were too far gone for more coherent sentences.

“But sweetness, you look so pretty when you cum. I just want to see it one more time. One more for Daddy,” he whispered into your ear, followed by his fingers entering you. Choked moans left your lips as he plunged his digits in and out of you, a task made easy by your previous releases and several loads of cum he left in you. It wasn’t long before he felt the tightening of your walls. Another push against that sweet spot inside you and he saw you fall off the edge, crying out into the night as your whole body shook from pleasure.

Finally satisfied, Stephen smirked at the sight of you: splayed out on the ruined sheets, cunt overflowing with his cum, trying to catch your breath. He pulled his fingers from your core to bring up to your lips. You opened your mouth and sucked without being told to.

“Good girl,” Stephen cooed, “See? I told you I’d share my dessert.”

You moaned around his fingers and sucked greedily at the fluids he provided. Stephen removed them and placed a gentle kiss on your lips, followed by even softer ones to your cheeks, forehead, and eyelids. You smiled dreamily underneath him. He used magic to freshen up your sheets and summon a towel from the bathroom. He wiped the now overstimulated bits between your legs and smiled when you murmured your thanks, exhaustion overtaking you.

Stephen gathered your spent body in his arms, spooning you from behind. You sighed happily as his strong arms encircled you and he placed a kiss to the top of your head.

“So…do I get a second date, sweetness?”

A/N: Thank you everyone for reading! This is technically the end of the series, but I have ideas for one shots about these two in a relationship so maybe look out for those

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armin-supremacy · 2 years

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stood-up

pairing: mammon x gn!mc

genre: angst >:3

prompt: you were over the moon when mammon finally asked you on a date. but not everything goes to plan.

find pt one ending -> here

find pt two ending -> here

You anxiously gazed at yourself in the mirror, adjusting your outfit slightly. It was one of your favorites that you saved for ‘special occasions’.

“A-Are you sure this is alright, Asmo?” You called to the demon. He watched you from his lavish vanity with bright eyes. “It’s not too much?”

“Of course not, darling!” He beamed. Asmodeus ushered over, throwing his arms over your shoulders and giving a tight squeeze in reassurance. “Even anyone as dense as Mammon will swoon over how amazing you look!”

You returned his smile, feeling your nerves began to diminish. A giggle left you before you glanced at yourself once more. Asmodeus made you feel more confident in yourself. “What would I do without you?”

“Get fashion advice from one of my other brothers”, Asmodeus said, grimacing at just the thought. “Ugh, thank the stars that won’t come to pass!”

You laughed, Asmodeus joining in with you. Suddenly, your alarm got attention. “Oh! I need to get going!” You began to book it from Asmodeus’ room. yelling a thank you for his help.

“Good luck, MC!” he called back.

You took a seat at the cafe you and Mammon were supposed to meet at. It was one of Satan’s favorites and he wasted no time to recommend the little establishment to you. It was much calmer and cozier than the rest of places to venture out to in the Devildom.

You settled for a drink to sip on while you waited for your date. Your cheeks flushed and a fond smile pulled at your lips.

Finally.

After getting so close to Mammon, he had proven to be more than meets the eye. He was sweet and thoughtful in his own way. But then again, isn’t everyone? It didn’t take long for feelings to develop.

Mammon had always been the first one there when you needed help. Or anything really. He learned to confide in you, and you in him. Mammon’s heart would do flips every time you defended him in front of his brothers.

So when he finally took the step forward, you didn’t hesitate to accept.

You glanced at your D.D.D. You were still a few minutes early much to your surprise. You were terrified to have been late. But even if you were, it wasn’t going to matter. Because time began to pass.

Thirty minutes turned into an hour, an hour into two.

You could feel the workers eyes on you as you sat there, glancing at your D.D.D over and over again, hoping for at least a text from Mammon. You could practically hear their thoughts.

Poor human. They’re still sitting all alone. I would've left after an hour.

But nothing came. No text, no call.

Nothing.

You bit your lip as tears began to sting your eyes. He wasn’t coming. With what little pride you had left, you quickly paid and began to make the most embarrassing walk home you’ve ever taken in your life.

As if it couldn’t get any worse, you began to feel small drops on your body. It was starting to rain. “Are you fucking kidding me?!”

Mammon was making his way home as well, a rather heavy pouch of grimm swinging from his hand. “Hell yea! The Great Mammon scores again!”

He pulled out his D.D.D, his smile immediately faltering. There staring back at him through the screen were the many texts you had left him. Expressing your excitement. Your worry as time began to pass. And your latest message.

“I hope it was important.”

Shit. He had let time slip away. The day he had been looking forward for months. And he had messed it up.

Mammon began to panic. There was no way you would still be waiting for him. No way you’d be willing to talk to him after this.

But he’d be damned if he wasn’t going to try.

When you made it home, you went straight to your room. Your door slammed, a message to let everyone in the house who heard that you wanted to be left alone. You began ripping (not literally besties) off your outfit. You didn’t want to wear it. You didn’t want to look at it.

You changed into something else, something comforting before curling up in your bed. The tears didn’t stop. He had expressed how excited he was too. Was that a lie?

Was it really just a game to him like his brothers joked?

It hurt. It hurt so much. You had defended him. You had looked past his greedy habits he had at (most) times.

And it came to bite you in the ass.

“MC? Darling, may I come in?” the voice was soft, almost scared you would break. It was Asmo. You replied with a small yes, slowly sitting up as your usually flamboyant friend entered the room.

Asmodeus’ face fell in worry. “Oh...honey.”

That did it. A sob shook your body. Asmodeus was quick to run over, fitting himself next you in your bad and pulling you close. He let you hide your face in his shoulder. “H-He stood me up. He d-didn’t text me o-or anything!”

Asomodeus held you for what felt like ages, offering words of comfort and gentle touches along your back.

Then HE came bursting through the door, your name leaving his lips desperately. Asmodeus stood quickly, glaring at his older brother.

“Honestly, Mammon”, He seethed. “Of all the times to disappear, it just had to be this afternoon, didn’t it?”

“This isn’t about you-” Mammon began, but Asmodeus was quick to cut him off.

“Exactly! This is about how hurt MC is because you’re one of the biggest idiots to walk the Devildom!”

Mammon’s face turned red in agitation, though it diminished when his gaze finally looked at you past his brother. “MC, please. I’m so sorry. I-I got caught up you see.”

Your eyes moved to the grimm pouch he tried to subtlety move behind his back.

“You were gambling ......weren’t you?” Your voice was almost a whisper. Your eyes met his before he could look away in guilt. You already knew the answer. “Weren’t you?!”

Mammon flinched slightly. You were never one to raise your voice like this. Especially at him. He let out a small sigh and answered in hesitation. “It was only supposed to be a quick round. I didn’t think-”

“Mammon, you sleezy disgusting piece of-”

“Get out.” Though your voice was harsh, nothing could conceal the pain in your expression. You didn’t want to see him, nor talk to him any longer. Not right now.

“MC, please!” Mammon began to plead. “I swear I wanted to go out with you. I swear it meant just as much to me. I didn’t mean to-”

“Mammon”, your voice cracked slightly. “Please. Please just...leave me be.”

The demon faltered. Mammon wanted to remain there. He wanted to plead forgivness. He wanted you to believe him. But he willed himself to step away. As much as he wanted to stay, he didn’t want to cause you anymore hurt.

The door closed behind him, much softer this time. He stayed there, leaning against it. He could hear you break down again. As much as he hated to admit, he was somewhat glad you let Asmodeus remain to comfort you.

He knew you hated being alone no matter how hard you denied the fact.

Your sobs pulled at his heart. And he made a promise in that moment. When you were ready....when you were ready he was going to make it up to you.

And by god he wasn’t going to let anything or anyone mess up a second chance you would possibly give him.

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heyo! this was my very first attempt at an angst prompt! it’s much much longer than intended but i hope you enjoy the work nonetheless~

#obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me mammon #mammon x mc #mammon x reader #obey me x reader #obey me x mc

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zoeykallus · 2 years

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Tech – Thank You For Loving Me 27 – A New Life

Warning: Pregnancy /Labor / Mention Of Blood / Angst / Fluff

What Happened Before:

Nervous Flutter

Part 2 - Help Me To Let Go

Part 3 - Asking For Advice

Part 4 - Devotion

Part 5 - The Explorer

Part 6 - You’re The Best

Part 7 - Experimental (½)

Part 8 - Experimental (2/2) - Not Fully Functional

Part 9 - Not Alone

Part 10 - Cared For

Part 11 - Don’t You Worry

Part 12 - A White Lie

Part 13 - Hope

Part 14 - Games To Play

Part 15 - Work Work Work

Part 16 - Trouble

Part 17 - In Loving Domination (½)

Part 18 - The Game Changer

Part 19 - Wild Animal

Part 20 - Embarrassing Vulnerabilities

Part 21 - Between Hangover And Love

Part 22 - The Future Ahead Of Us

Part 23 - About Making A Baby

Part 24 - It’s Going To Be Okay

Part 25 - Returning A Favor

Part 26 - Baby Fever

Part 27 - A New Life

The contractions were coming in shorter and shorter intervals and you were already completely exhausted. It hadn't caught you off guard but it was a few days early, luckily the guys and Tech had returned from their last mission just in time.

"Don't forget to breathe, Cyare, just like we practiced".

You sigh and push a sweaty strand of hair out of your forehead.

"Easier said than done, Tech"

"I know, I know" he said understandingly and dabbed your forehead with a cloth "You'll be fine"

Another contraction rolled over you and you clung to Tech's arm.

"You need to start pushing" said AZI who was keeping an eye on the situation and acting as an obstetrician.

It was extremely painful and it took what felt like an eternity but after many hours you finally heard the first cries of your little daughter. You felt joy and a small surge of energy in your battered body, but you were also dizzy and in pain where you would rather have none.

AZI called Omega into the room and handed the child to her with quick and concise instructions.

"My baby... I want to see my baby," you can barely get the words past your lips, your strength fading very quickly.

You don't understand what's going on. You just see Omega leaving the room with your Baby and a worried look on her face.

"Why is there so much blood?" you hear Tech ask with concern.

"I'll take care of it, you take care of your wife".

Tech holds your hand and talks reassuringly to you while AZI gives you an IV and takes care of the follow-up and treatment.

"Everything will be fine" AZI says reassuringly after a little while "You just need to rest a little before you get to hold your child". Omega and Tech will take care of the baby for the time being. You lost a lot of blood and need to recover first"

You didn't like that at all, but you were so damn tired you guessed it was the right thing to do.

"Take care of our girl" you said powerlessly to Tech while AZI cleaned you and the bed and helped you lie down properly.

"Get some sleep now, when you wake up we'll bring you your baby," AZI said cheerfully.

"Thank you AZI, for everything," you said just before your eyes fell shut.

When you woke up, Tech and Omega were already at your bedside, Omega holding the baby and Tech keeping an eye on her. Basically he knew she could take care of a baby very well, she had taken care of him and his brothers back on Kamino when they were babies, but this was his own child, of course he was keeping an eye on it.

"Hey Cyare," Tech says softly when he sees you are awake "Look who came to visit you."

Omega steps closer to you, the girl has a bright smile on her pretty face and places a wriggling bundle in your arms. Your heart beats faster as you look into your daughter's tiny face, eyes only half open, little hands fidgeting back and forth. She looks at you, almost questioningly, very quietly, and blinks.

"Hello Amelia, little Amy."

Tech smirked, "So you decided on the name I suggested after all".

You nodded.

"It's nice, I think it suits her" you said smiling.

"Hunter, Wrecker and Echo are out right now, but Crosshair stayed behind, he's waiting outside. He didn't say it but he's been loitering outside the door for a while now, I suspect he'd like to see you and the kid," Omega said amused at her brother.

Tech helped you sit up and you finally called Crosshair to come in.

The Sniper approached you tentatively and finally said, "Man you look like shit."

You frowned but had to laugh while Tech as well as Omega poked him admonishingly from both sides.

"It's okay it's okay, she knows I'm just kidding," he said rolling his eyes.

Crosshair leaned forward to see the child.

"Amy, meet your uncle Crosshair."

Amy made a bubbling sound and Crosshair said with a smile, "I see she's impressed."

You chuckled.

"How are you feeling, Cyare?" asked Tech.

"Tired, still, a little groggy, but actually okay".

Tech nodded and said "AZI says you should stay in bed for a few more days before you're allowed to get up".

You sighed but nodded, you were so knackered you didn't really mind.

Omega beamed at you "I'll help you with Amy".

"That's so sweet of you, sweetie," you said, gently squeezing her hand that was lying next to you on the bed.

"I'll go make you a snack," Crosshair said.

Omega rolled her eyes and said, "I'd better go with him, just to make sure he doesn't set the kitchen on fire."

"Don't be cheeky or I'll put you in the oven," Crosshair said more or less jokingly as the two left the room.

Tech looked at you, a soft loving smile on his lips, you had never seen his features so soft before.

"You had me worried for a moment, yesterday," he said gently, sitting down on the edge of the bed, leaning over you and kissing your forehead.

You nodded slowly as he sat back up and looked at you.

"I know, I was a little worried myself".

"But you did it, you gave birth to our daughter" he said, smiling a little wider "I really hope she looks more like you"

You laughed softly.

"Oh Tech, she will be perfect, a part of both of us".

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hii idk if you're still accepting prompts for that 159 writing prompts thingy but if you are daniel/eddie + "you were put on this earth to give me a headache"? pls and thank uuu!!!

Hi! I'm kind of obsessed with Eddie and Danny's dynamic but when I started writing this I focused way more on this conversation than any other aspect and by the time I got to the end it felt like the natural finishing point so I hope it's okay for you. (and if you want something else I am still accepting requestions so just drop another - even a part two of this). Thank you for the request!

Eddie regrets agreeing to let Garcia hide out in his locker room for a bit. The kid knocked after he shoved Jericho on his ass on live tv after he demanded an apology from him, after Bryan had come out to stir the pot like he always does.

Garcia had told him that once he got back to the JAS locker room, all of them kept hounding him for an answer, an explanation and he just didn’t have one to give. And he knew with Eddie is the last place they’d look for him, after everything. So Eddie had taken pity on him and let him in with a simple, “Hey we’ve all wanted to put Jericho on his at one point or another. Can’t blame you” he tells him.

Eddie had expected Danny to sit down, be quiet and probably overthink his current situation while Eddie had the rest of the game he was streaming on his phone. That’s not what happened. Instead, Eddie’s been sitting for the last 20 minutes or listening to Garcia ranting and pacing the length of the locker room clearly too wound up to sit still. Or breathe between sentences.

“ -and he just keeps saying it you know? You’re a sports entertainer. You’re a sports entertainer. And when I first joined I thought I wanted that. I’m already a great wrestler so why not learn other ways of doing it? Being well-rounded can only be good right? Jack of all trades.” And Eddie nods because he’s not been able to get a word in edgewise and he’s decided to pick his battles with derailing his ranting. “- But then Bryan, my matches with him. It reminded me of why I got into wrestling in the first place and it wasn’t for 20-minute promos-“

“Thank god” Eddie mutters under his breath. Doesn’t think he could handle experiencing this again.

“Or to cheat my way through-“

“Could have fooled me” Eddie huffs but Garcia barely even registers he says anything, if he even hears him.

“Or to do all that damn goofy shit. It was to wrestle – you get that right?” He finally looks back at Eddie.

“Yeah. Said it last year when we had our match. You’ve got that dog in you like I do. You gotta do this. You gotta fight.” Eddie shrugs hoping he’s finally getting him to calm down now he’s stopped pacing. “We’re not here to make it look pretty”

“Yeah, yeah” Daniel nods and looks like he’s processing that information along with all the other thoughts rattling around in his brain. “Exactly. I’m a wrestler. I’m a goddamn wrestler and I can’t change that. I never wanted to change that, I just wanted to add to what I already knew”

And then he’s pacing again. Fuck.

“So what’s the problem?” Eddie tries.

“The problem is, I don’t know what I’m doing. Jericho took that moment from me last week. My moment – I mean hasn’t he had enough of his own that he couldn’t just let me have that one?”

“Jericho is never going to be done stealing other people’s thunder kid.” Eddie can’t really pick a side here. He hates both Bryan and Jericho equally. But he tries to at least give Danny sound advice, if for nothing else than to see the end of the ball game in peace and quiet. “But Bryan’s a shit-stirring asshole. He came out there tonight for no other reason than to get in your head –“

“THAT’S WHAT THEY ALL KEEP SAYING!” He all but screams arms wide like this has literally been driving him insane for weeks and he’s just kept it bottled up. “That Bryan doesn’t even want me to join his fucking group and he’s only doing all of this to try and destroy Jericho’s group but like surely it would be easier to do that with someone like Sammy or Hager who have been with him longer? Why me?”

“Because you’re the best wrestler they have,” Eddie says like it’s obvious. And it’s true. Kids got more talent in one hand than the rest of them do collectively.

“Yeah?” Danny smiles surprised at Eddie and Eddie rolls his eyes at him. “So do you think Bryan wants me to join his group or he’s just trying to get me away from them? Cause if he’s just trying to get me away from them that’s bullshit. I’m still learning a lot from them even if I’m not training like they’re doing with Yuta. He might be Pure champion but I’m PWG champion and I did that on my own-”

“-Ever think that’s why Bryan might think you should be on your own?” Eddie counters but Danny isn’t listening again. Too caught up in his own web of thoughts. Trying to untangle them.

“-I don’t need them to get where I want to go but I’d be an idiot not to learn from them. Besides everyone here’s part of a group. You’re a target on your own – especially as a champion” Daniel huffs again. “So what if Bryan made it all the way through his early years on his own? Doesn’t mean I should refuse help just because he disapproves of the company I keep. Matt and Ang have been good to me. Real good. Jericho has done a lot for me even before we met.”

“Loyalty ain't a crime” Eddie admits, “Although just FYI – Bryan wouldn’t like that you were with me right now and neither would Jericho” “That’s the point” Danny growls. “And do you know? That little slime ball Sammy? He said I was too prideful to apologise to Jericho and that’s not even a little bit true. It’s got nothing to do with ego but it’s not just an apology is it? It’s committing myself to them and everything they are ‘sports entertainers’ or whatever. It’s like joining a damn cult. One of those fucking Scientology sea org billion-year contracts-”

“-The fuck? A What?” Eddie asks and Danny waves him off and just keeps wearing out the pattern on the tiles below his feet.

“He wants me to say I’m not a wrestler. That I was wrong to stop him attacking Bryan after our match and for putting my hands on him – and now probably for pushing him over – fuckk” Danny whines running his hand over his face again. “And I know I shouldn’t have put my hands on Jericho. Last week I just couldn’t believe he ruined that moment for me. My hero fucking shaking my hand in the ring after he beat me – because even though he beat me he still respected me for it. I still got a clean pin on him. Proved I didn’t need any interference to beat him. I got the first fall. I put him to sleep. I did that. Me”

“Yeah, you did” Eddie admits. “Got a habit of beating people you’ve got no right beating on paper” he nods.

“Not so light in the ass after all,” He says with all the air of a stubborn brat that makes Eddie want to put him down immediately but he resists the urge. For now, at least.

“What do you think ‘no right beating on paper’ means?” Eddie bites back.

“That you're admitting you underestimated me” Danny huffs.

“Yeah, maybe I did, kid. But Jericho sure ain’t and Bryan never did. I don’t like him but he’s not lying when he says you were the first name he floated when he had the BCC idea.” Eddie shrugs up at him and he thought it would help but it only seems to agitate Danny more.

“He did. He did and then Yuta got my spot!” he growls.

“Hey! Yuta damn well earned his spot. You gave yours up when you joined Jericho’s ass-kissing club” Eddie defends Yuta.

“My fucking spot! Should have been me there with them. Not him” Danny growls.

“So there's your answer. Go slap Regal or whatever it takes to get in with them”

“It’s not the simple, King” he whines. And again with the pacing. He’s making Eddie anxious with it. Just watching him bounce back and forth. “I don’t even know if they want me now they’ve got Yuta and Matt and Ange have always been good to me. And Jericho, he keeps saying all this stuff. That I was born to be a sports entertainer, that I was born to do great things and follow in his footsteps. That I was put on this earth to be a superstar all I have to do is stick with him-”

“you were put on this earth to give me a headache” Eddie mutters and Danny just flips him off looking frustrated and out of his mind with it.

“But Jericho was wrong. And he took something from me and now I’m wondering if that’s all he wants to do. To ride my coattails… but he’s Chris fucking Jericho he doesn’t need me. He already IS Chris fucking Jericho y’know? And I keep thinking what if I do leave and then Bryan just leaves me out high and dry – what do I do then? I can’t go crawling back to them. What if it’s just all a big game to Bryan? What if he doesn’t even care he’s just toying with me and only sees me as some fanboy who isn’t worth his time? If I blow this thing up with JAS I have to be sure it’s for a good reason and with Bryan, I’m not and-“

Eddie’s heard enough though. Stands up and crosses the room and pulls Danny in and kisses him just long enough to stun him into silence and a little bit breathless.

“First of all – breathe. You don’t need to be sending yourself into a panic attack over this okay?” he tells him and Danny just blinks but Eddie sees his chest rise so he moves on, “Secondly, Fuck all of them. Bryan, Chris, 2.0. You didn’t need them to get you here and you don’t need them now. Did you see the match you had last week? Did you watch it back? Those are the matches people dream of having when they show up to training schools. Did you hear that crowd? ‘You’re a wrestler’ Aint nobody ever had that chanted at them before. There's like 5 people in wrestling who have their own original chant. The fuck is that? And Lastly, Bryan is always playing games – you can ask Mox and Yuta themselves. It’s why I don’t like him. He’s an asshole. But I can’t take away from him that he’s a damn good trainer and an even better wrestler. And he knows what we all know about Jericho. He’s made his career off of riding everyone else's coattails. He’s good sure but he’s not 23 anymore and he knows if he wants to stay relevant he’s gotta surround himself with people that everyone’s still talking about – not saying you can’t learn anything from him but you could learn shit in prison too if you hear what I’m saying?” And to Eddie’s surprise, Danny just nods. “So yeah, the choice is up to you, but if you’re only staying out of loyalty to tweedle Dee and Dumb while I can respect that, it’s not the right call. And if you are only staying because you are scared of being on your own that’s also dumb. You got here. Signed at 22 to a major promotion. On. Your. Own. You said it yourself. You didn’t need anyone to win that PWG title – fucking BOLA dude c’mon now. I don’t know what shit Jericho’s put in your head but you don’t need him to get to the heights he’s promised you. You’re already well on your way to becoming that star on your own. Not saying he can’t give you some sound advice but don’t you dare let him take credit for whatever you become next, Garcia. Don’t you dare. Too fucking good for him to take credit for. Either of them.” Eddie doesn’t realise he’s made a full-scale speech until he stops and Danny’s still just taking deep breaths and blinking up at him.

“You kissed me” is Danny’s response and Eddie can’t help but huff out a laugh.

“Oh, you noticed that, did you? I thought you’d just talk over me like you have been for the last half hour” Eddie teases him and watches Danny blush. “Besides, got all those racing thoughts in here to shut up didn’t it?” he asks him as he taps his temple.

Danny nods up at him, lips parted slightly. “Yeah, how’d you know?”

“Cause you finally breathed properly,” he tells him letting his hand drop to his chest. “You wanna keep those thoughts quiet for the rest of the night?” Eddie asks him and Danny nods again.

“Go get your stuff and you can stay with me tonight. Keep you out of their sights for now. Until you’ve made your mind up”

“Thanks, King” he smiles gently at him.

“Don’t thank me yet, dinners on you – you made me miss the end of my ball game” Eddie warns him and Danny blushes again and moves towards the door before turning back to him.

“Can we kiss more? Back at the hotel, I mean” Danny asks sounding hopeful.

“Chinese food isn’t going to keep that mouth occupied all night now is it? Don’t worry, I’ll keep you real distracted, tough guy.” Eddie smirks at him and Danny’s cheeks stain a little more and he doesn’t say anything else just ducks his head out as he slides out of the locker room and Eddie just shakes his head with an amused laugh.

“Kid might be a headache but the fuck if I’m not going to have fun with him” Eddie mutters to himself lifting his phone back up and pulling the stream of the game back to watch while he waits on Danny to return.

#Prompt fill #cmpxnk #Daniel Garcia #Eddie Kingston #Eddie Kingston / Daniel Garcia #My writing #My fic #Drabble #Prompt request #ask #answered #also #absolute side note here but fuck Scientology #Danny having an absolute breakdown after Wednesday's episode and finds Eddie to talk some sense into him #mouthy new yorkers are my weakness

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Three Cheers for Evil - Blackened Angel chap. 4

Summary: After Erica joins the cheer squad in order to get to Stephanie, Alyssa realizes there's something very off about the cheer captain. Between trying to keep an eye on Erica, being suspicious of Stephanie, and a possible date with Ethan, Alyssa is stuck in confusing headspace.

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"Aren't you excited?!" Maria exclaimed as she plopped down on her bed and looked over at the devil hunter who had her arms wrapped around her own body. Her lips pursed as she looked at the Filipino girl, and she gave a small shrug of her shoulders that caused a frown from her more vivacious counterpart.

"Watching more girls get beaten and victimized by our Lord, Stephanie?" Alyssa asked curtly, shrugging her shoulders. "I don't know, Mar… I just… I don't like the idea of other girls being treated like us."

"Steph's not so bad!" Maria defended, sitting up as the white-haired teen sat down on the bean bag chair in the room. "Yes, she's demanding and pushy, but she could be worse."

"You make it sound like it's a good thing." Lyss murmured and looked up at Maria. "She puts the 'itch' in 'bitch'."

"Well, has she been bullying you a lot lately?" Maria asked as Alyssa shrugged her shoulders.

"Not since I almost ripped the door off my locker," she admitted, leaning back in the beanbag, trying to relax. "It was damn hard to explain it. I ended up just saying the hinges were super loose…some shit."

"Girl, you really need to control your strength." she said as Alyssa groaned, leaning her head back. "You're like… super gentle with your little dweeb friend. Why not put that towards other things?" she suggested before the hunter looked at her.

"Only Sarah and I can call Ethan a dweeb, Mar… and it's easier with him because I don't want to hurt him." she sat up and huffed. "I mean, I've always been taught that you should never hurt humans under any circumstances because it's not fair. But dad never said, 'Hey, kiddo! Don't destroy that box because it's weaker than you and can't defend itself!'" She rambled while Maria giggled and covered her mouth. "I asked dad how he handled it. He just shrugged."

"Hasn't he kicked the doors of the office down?" Maria frowned and sat up as she took a good look at Alyssa. "Yeah… I don't think he's the best person to ask for advice."

"What? I should go to my uncle for advice?"

"Vitale? I don't think he'd understand." Alyssa shook her head and stood to her feet.

"The other uncle," she corrected and Maria hummed, nodding.

"Right. The evil one who wants all the power in the world." she commented as Lyss snapped her fingers and nodded.

"Bingo." she crossed her arms and sighed. "I'll tell Nero… but he's got a lot on his plate right now."

"Maybe you just have to find out for yourself." Maria admitted with a smile. "I know I don't understand this whole… second puberty thing you're going through, but I'm willing to try and help!"

"First, ew. Second, no way. I don't want you getting hurt because of me." Alyssa sighed as the door opened and Maria's aunt looked in with a smile on her face.

"Girls, dinner is ready." she said as they both smiled back at her.

"Thank you, Miss. Manalili." Alyssa said softly as the woman giggled.

"You can just call me Kaya."

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Alyssa furrowed her brow as she adjusted the skirt she always wore for school events. Even after Maria's aunt had taken the time to adjust it to fit her better, the cheer uniform was extremely uncomfortable for her. Lyss hid the amulet under her shirt and fixed her hair, making sure her fringe were just right before closing her locker and screaming when Stephanie stood on the other side. The same fake smile was plastered on her face as the one she always had when she talked to Alyssa, the one she'd come to hate so much.

"You might want to get your hair out of your eyes." Stephanie said as she sneered and brushed her hair out of her face, deliberately ruining the style in the process. Alyssa quickly grabbed her wrist and squeezed a little too hard, causing the teen to gasp in pain. Her eyes almost seemed to flash purple and she seemed to be in a state of panic when… something didn't work. Alyssa released her hand with a sneer.

"And you should work on your attitude." she muttered as the blonde walked away angrily. Lyss watched her for a moment, her eyebrows furrowed at the realization that she was right, that there was something wrong with her.

"Hey." Ethan said as he walked up to the locker and noticed how messed up Alyssa's hair was. She smiled half-heartedly and opened her locker, fixing her hair in the mirror and making sure it was styled properly. "So… um… I heard that your favorite band… is gonna play…" he started nervously as Lyss looked at him and frowned.

"Don't tell me the King of Dorks likes Black Veil Brides." she said with a smile and he laughed awkwardly.

"Well… I listened to some of their stuff after you talked about them last week and it's… interesting." he admitted as she leaned against her locker and looked at him. "I scored two tickets… so if you couldn't get one… I have one to spare."

"Are you trying to ask me out, Morgan?" she asked, a grin on her face as his eyes widened.

"No! Well - I mean, not like that!" he exclaimed desperately. "Unless you want to…"

"I'd love to." she nodded as a huge, almost childish smile spread across his face. "Spending time with one of the best people I know and seeing my favorite band live? A dream come true."

"Awesome!" he said before Maria called out Alyssa's name. Lyss rolled her eyes and let out a sigh as she shook her head.

"Time to deal with the Wicked Bitch of the West…" she muttered before smiling at Ethan. "I can't wait for Saturday." she gave him an awkward punch on the arm as he nodded and laughed nervously, giving her a wave as she walked away. She walked over to Maria and crossed her arms as the girl started to panic a little.

"Stephanie is super mad today…" she sounded desperate, almost jumping as her nerves got the better of her.

"Probably because I snapped at her… and almost snapped her wrist." Alyssa shrugged as the duo approached cheer tryouts.

"Why?!" Maria shouted unintentionally, causing many of the surrounding students to look at them.

"Because she made a mess of my hair. Do you know how much straightening, teasing, and spraying this shit takes?"

"I thought it was natural for you…"

"I wish. I just want to look a little bit like Andy Biersack… he's a legend and I would love to have a bit of his coolness." Lyss sighed as the girls stopped at the desk and Stephanie practically pushed the pom-poms into their hands.

"Do the routine." she snapped before Lyss scoffed, but lined up with the other girls and began. Alyssa mumbled the chant under her breath as she went through the routine. "Say it!" Steph snapped at the hunter as she closed her eyes with an irritated groan. The other girls looked at her as she got back into position.

"Boom! Did a bomb just go off in my head? No, it's the Devil's when we beat you black and red! Call a nurse, call a doctor, call your mama too. 'Cause you're gonna need help when we are finished with you! Go Devils!" she finished cheering and looked dramatically at Stephanie while the cheerleading captain grinned at her.

"I don't know. Do you think it was good enough, girls?" she asked as the other cheerleaders looked at each other nervously.

"I think she was good…" Rebecca admitted, smiling and shrugging nervously. Stephanie glared at her as she admitted her satisfaction with Alyssa and rolled her eyes.

"From the top!" she shouted as all four of the girls continued to cheer. Alyssa's eyes were focused on the vampires at the end of the hall when Stephanie caught her attention as she knocked books out of a student's hands. Dropping her pom-poms, Alyssa went to help the girl and smiled kindly before watching her go.

"You are such a bitch." Lyss said, glaring at Stephanie as the girl smiled at her.

"And yet they all love me."

"More like 'love to get inside of you.'" the hunter growled before the cheer captain gave her a smack on the head and she made a small grimace, glaring at her as Erica approached the desk. "Please, no…" she muttered, grabbing her pom-poms.

"What? I just want to cheer!" Erica defended herself as Lyss narrowed her eyes at her.

"I'm watching you." she returned to Maria's side as the vampire winked and left.

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Alyssa snorted as she helped Sarah into her new cheer uniform with a smile.

"It looks good on you." She commented as the vampire rolled her eyes.

"Well, you might need some help keeping an eye on Erica." she muttered as Alyssa chuckled.

"No need to embarrass yourself, I can handle her."

"Says the girl who chose to be a cheerleader." she quipped before sighing. "I'm sorry… I'm just stressed about Erica trying to bite Stephanie and school…"

"You don't need to be sorry." Alyssa assured her with a pat on her arm. "I was going to try out for the volleyball team or something like that, but… I'm still adjusting to my strength and I wouldn't want to hurt anyone, you know?"

"Yeah, I know." Sarah laughed a little as Alyssa headed for the door. Once out of the locker room, Benny laughed at the sight of Sarah in the cheerleading uniform. "Don't say a word!" she hissed.

"You look… preppy." Benny teased before Alyssa punched him in the stomach. "What happened to not hurting humans?!" he complained.

"I didn't even hit you that hard!" Lyss snapped, folding her arms as Sarah put a hand on her shoulder.

"Look, we're the only ones who can make sure Erica doesn't do any… sampling. So just back off." she looked between the boys before Stephanie entered.

"Let's see what you've got." she said as Lyss led Sarah along, taking one last look at Benny before they went into the gym.

Alyssa helped Sarah and Erica through the main cheers that had been their focus for the season, applauding when they had the cheers right. She looked over at Stephanie and rolled her eyes when she noticed her staring and motioned for the girls to form up. They did the cheers together before Alyssa's attention was drawn to the sound of Benny and Ethan suddenly entering the gym.

"Absolutely not!" she shouted, rushing over and forcing them to turn back around.

"We just want to help!" Benny shouted as she shoved him to the ground and pushed Ethan out of the gym.

"Help yourself, freak!" she yelled before Ethan turned to grab her arm.

"No, you don't understand!" he said desperately, looking at her with genuine concern as Benny pushed himself up and moaned. "I had… a vision. Erica's after Stephanie."

"Yeah, I got that." she pulled her arm away from him. "Look, I get it. You're worried about Sarah and everything… but I've got it under control. Just… don't do anything stupid. Okay?" she closed the door on her way back to the squad with a sigh.

She greeted the other new recurits, offering a much friendlier smile as she pulled them to the side and helped them along as well, while Stephanie and the other girls concentrated on the cheer for the rally. Alyssa applauded the girls for their good work and even walked them through the steps, making everything more cohesive for them when they had trouble. When the team took a break, Alyssa walked over to the benches with a bottle of water and sat down as Maria joined her with a sigh.

"What's going on with you and Ethan?" she asked as Lyss' eyes widened and she looked at her, almost gagging on the water. Maria patted her worriedly on the back while she managed to swallow it and coughed.

"Nothing!" Alyssa hissed, putting it down. "I mean… we may or may not be going on a date, but who cares?"

"You're going on a date?!" Maria repeated, squealing as Lyss let out a groan. "Where to? To that new place that just opened up?"

"The Black Veil Brides show in Whitechapel."

"Oh…" Maria's brow furrowed a bit before giving a shrug. "At least it's something you'll like!"

"He got the tickets. I had no idea… I don't know if this is actually a date." she shrugged while Maria raised an eyebrow. "I'm not usually the one on the receiving end of affection, Mar. Most of the time guys are scared of me."

"He has a crush on you!" Maria exclaimed before they turned towards the entrance to see the boys enter… in drag.

"Oh my God…" she whined, covering her face.

"Wow…" Maria murmured with a glance at Alyssa. "Pretty interesting boyfriend you got." she teased before standing up. Alyssa tried to grab her but she fell off the bench and rolled onto her back with a groan.

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Alyssa sat down with JJ and his interesting group of friends, smiling as she took a bite of the pizza she'd brought from home. She glanced over to see Ethan and Benny walk by and quickly covered her face in shame as she remembered the events beforehand. She jumped when her cell phone buzzed and pulled it out of her jacket pocket to see that she had a text message from one of her friends, and she smiled even more.

K: Are you excited about the BVB concert?

A: Totally

K: I can't wait to see them live!

A: Same. I was gonna see them in Redgrave but we moved

K: And you have a date. So exciting!!!

A: Let's not make a big deal out of it, Kimmie

K: But it is a big deal! This is your first real date!

"Who are you talking to?" JJ asked as Lyss screamed, almost dropping her phone.

"Kimmie. She's going to the concert too… she and her date are gonna meet Ethan and me." she explained as JJ smiled.

"Who asked who?"

"Ethan asked me." she mumbled as she put the phone down and took another bite of her pizza.

"Benny owes me fifteen bucks." he said as he looked at the other guys who were laughing.

"Don't bet on my love life!" Alyssa yelled, slapping his arm several times as he laughed and tried to shield himself. She rolled her eyes and leaned against the table, a frown on her face as she looked over at the boys. She got up from the table just as Stephanie bumped into her, causing her to drop the food she was holding. She screamed in anger and stopped herself from hitting the blonde as she watched as she and the other girls started to walk away. Sarah mumbled an apology as she followed the others, Lyss blowing her fringe out of her face.

JJ looked up at Alyssa with a grimace at the sight of her food being on the floor. He offered her the other half of his sandwich as she smiled a little and accepted it with thanks before she quickly made her way out of the cafeteria and back to the gym. She took occasional bites of the sandwich on her way, thinking more and more about what had happened earlier. The way Stephanie's eyes glowed was similar to Vitale's eyes when he cast a spell. She began to put the pieces together when she got to the gym. She finished the sandwich and walked in as Stephanie looked at her.

"Just in time." she smiled as Alyssa came over and stood between Rebecca and Ethan. "The star is the most important position for the pep rally tomorrow. It has to be perfect if we're going to get enough team spirit." she explained as she made everyone get into formation. Alyssa frowned a little and kept a close eye on Stephanie as she continued to listen to her drone. "I want to hear you shout!"

"We're forces of nature, that's what makes a star. We may look like girls, but that's not all we are!" the squad chanted while Alyssa picked apart every word in her head. She felt the frown deepen as the others left the formation and she remained standing, muttering the cheer to herself, trying to figure out what made it so… strange. It was almost as if it was a spell.

"Why would you voluntarily sign up for this?!" Sarah said, drawing Alyssa's attention away from her thoughts as her ice blue eyes widened in response.

"I just needed something better to do," she admitted, taking the question literally, before she noticed that the boys were ogling the other girls. She kicked Ethan lightly and he immediately turned to look at her as she frowned at him.

"I think I'm gonna go grab a bite." Erica said, while Alyssa was back in her thoughts with another frown on her face.

"We're forces of nature…that's what makes a star…" she murmured softly, crossing her arms before realizing that Erica and Sarah were both gone. Her eyes widened and she ran off to look for them, inadvertently pushing Maria out of the way as she went.

She ran down the corridors in search of the girls when she came upon Stephanie, who had both Erica and Sarah under a spell. Lyss' eyes widened as she watched the scene unfold in front of her as the blonde turned to face her. She raised a hand and threw Lyss back into the wall as she groaned and slid down, her vision fading as Stephanie approached.

"Stay out of my business, nephilim," she hissed, slamming Alyssa's head into the wall, knocking her unconscious.

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"Alyssa?" a woman called as Lyss slowly regained consciousness. She tried to focus on anything around her, but her vision was blurry, though she knew she wasn't at school. She rolled onto her stomach and looked around, groaning. "Darling, you have to get up." the woman said as Alyssa tried to search for the voice, blinking a few times as her vision cleared and she got a better look at… Fortuna. "Your friends are in great danger, my love."

"Who…?" Lyss said, looking around in confusion. "Mom?" she called, looking for whoever the woman was.

Alyssa gasped as she sat up and looked around to see that she was still in the school. Trying to remember why she was even there, she pushed herself to her feet. She stumbled slightly as she made her way out of the building and fell, Shadow escaping the ink to catch her before she hit the concrete. She groaned, holding onto the jaguar as she tried to orient herself, her head pounding worse than ever as Shadow became an almost sandy substance and headed for Ethan's house.

Alyssa whimpered as she felt the cold, hard wood beneath her, and Shadow returned to his normal form, letting out a roar to try to get anyone to listen. The door opened as Jane stared at the teenager on the porch and the jaguar beside her, a frown on her face before yelling Ethan's name.

"What?" Ethan yelled back as he headed down the stairs to find Alyssa and Shadow. His eyes widened and he quickly shooed Jane away as Shadow maneuvered under Alyssa's body and carried her inside. "What happened?" he asked as the demon looked at him stupidly and he smiled awkwardly in response. Alyssa looked around, frowning slightly as she finally came to her senses.

"Why… am I here…?" she murmured, looking up at Ethan as he helped her to her feet. "I was just at school…"

"Well, it's good you're here because Sarah's bringing the rest of the squad." he said and she hummed, shaking her head.

"My head fucking hurts…" she murmured and made her way to the living room.

"I can get you water." Jane offered, but Ethan just shook his head.

"No way! I told you to butt out, remember?"

"Pay up." Jane snapped back with a glare.

"Fine." he reached into his pocket and gave her some money before she ran upstairs. Ethan went to the kitchen and got Alyssa a glass of water before returning and handing it to her.

"Than…" she murmured, sipping the water as Shadow moved over to her and laid her head in her lap.

"Do you think you can…?" Ethan asked as he looked down at the demon that was sitting at her side.

"She's not going to leave me until she knows I'm OK." she said shrugging as she stroked the jaguar's head. "That's one of her little quirks." she added, looking up at him before frowning. "I think… I had a dream about my mom…" she said as his eyebrows raised.

"Really? What was it about?" he asked as she put down the glass.

"I went to Fortuna, and… her voice came from all over, but…" her voice faltered. "She told me that everyone was in danger."

"Stephanie's planning to steal the souls from everyone at the prep rally tomorrow. Maybe that's what she was talking about?" he offered, but she shook her head.

"That's not what she had in mind." she admitted. "I mean… my mom, who disappeared when I was born, comes back all of a sudden just to tell me that the head cheerleader is evil? It's just so farfetched." she said before gently pushing him away. "Go. Get back in drag before the girls get here…" she murmured, laying her head back.

She closed her eyes and sighed as Shadow returned to the ink. She began to fall asleep, only to be awakened when the front door opened and the girls entered. Alyssa groaned and opened her eyes, looking over to see all of them… except for Maria. She frowned and straightened up as Sarah ran over to her and gave her a smile.

"Oh my God! You look so pretty!" she exclaimed as Lyss scoffed.

"I feel like shit…" she said bluntly as Sarah returned to the girls, who were talking about something. Ethan and Benny walked into the living room and looked over at the girls. Alyssa stood and grimaced, walking over to the boys, putting her hand on Ethan's shoulder. "I'm gonna take a nap…" she mumbled as he looked over at her.

"You can use my room." he offered as she smiled and patted him on the shoulder as she made her way up the stairs.

She pushed open the door and slipped into the room, taking a moment to look around the room. She'd only seen it a few times and yet it always amazed her how fascinating his room really was. She smiled a little as she looked at the shelves, admiring all the little things that made his quirks even more obvious, before she made her way to his bed and took off her shoes. She climbed in and rested on the edge of the bed as she closed her eyes and let out a soft sigh. His bed wasn't nearly as soft as hers, and it didn't have the canopy that had always given her the false sense of security that she craved. As soon as her head rested on the pillow, she began to drift off to sleep.

She blinked and found herself back at Fortuna. She frowned as she looked around, in search of… something. Eventually, she made her way down a long corridor and found another room. With a large bookshelf and a large bed, this one looked like someone's living quarters. There was a desk in the room with a lot of letters and envelopes on it, which drew Alyssa to it. She walked over to it and saw that each one was addressed to either her or Dante, and her eyebrows furrowed as she read through them, realizing that it was in fact her mother that she was communicating with.

"It's not polite to snoop." the voice from before said as it came from behind her. Alyssa quickly turned around to see a beautiful woman with long black hair and the kindest of eyes. Instead of a look of irritation or anger, her expression was almost playful. Alyssa knew from all the images she'd seen that it had to be Ophiel.

"Mom…" she whispered, tears welling up in her eyes as she ran over to give the woman a hug. She felt so real being held by the angel, as if she were actually there. The angel chuckled and held her in her arms with a soft stroke of her hair.

"I am so sorry that this is the only way that we are able to speak," she said softly as Alyssa pulled away and looked up at her. "How I have yearned to see you… and now you're here; such a beautiful young lady." she cooed, placing her hands on Alyssa's face as she brushed away her tears.

"Why now…?"

"I have seen the path before you, my love," she spoke more grimly, stepping away as Alyssa watched. "What lies ahead is a much darker evil. One you have never known… and unfortunately I cannot be there with you. It's still far too dangerous for me to leave this place."

"So what should I do?" Alyssa asked as she approached.

"Be prepared." Ophiel turned to look at the teenager. "What is coming is not now, but it is approaching. You will have to work to become stronger and to control your new found abilities."

"How am I supposed to do that? Dad isn't going to help me!" Alyssa cried with a frown on her face.

"I know this is going to be hard, but you have to learn on your own. That's how your father learned." she said while Alyssa sighed.

"Mom… I can't do this on my own…" she admitted as the angel came closer to her. "I'm so scared that I'll make things worse… or that I'll disappoint everyone." she sniffled as tears streamed down her face. "Everything I do… I manage to fuck it up worse than the last time. Either I hurt others or I'm afraid of dead animals… no matter what I do, I'll always be the odd one out."

"You are allowing your insecurities to take over your mind, my love." Ophiel said, placing her hands on Alyssa's face again, lifting her head. "You are so very strong. You do not have to push yourself to find a purpose. You only need to look within yourself to find the strength to learn who you truly are and what you are capable of," she explained as she wiped away Alyssa's tears. Lyss smiled and laughed softly as she placed her hands on top of her mother's. "You have made some wonderful friends. The seer cares so much for you… you have nothing to fear with him by your side, for he will fight beside you no matter what."

Alyssa opened her eyes as the sun hit her face, and she sniffled and wiped it when she realized she'd started to cry while she slept. She noticed that there was a blanket draped over her body as well as a weight next to her and she looked over her shoulder to see that Ethan was fast asleep next to her. She pushed herself up and stirred Ethan as he threw his pillow at Benny to wake him up too. Getting out of bed, Lyss rubbed her eyes and yawned, stretching. Although she couldn't be with her mother physically, she found some comfort in the fact that she could see her in her dreams. She watched the boys panic over what had happened the night before and she chuckled a little, shaking her head as they made their way to the desk and sat down.

"I'm gonna go." she said quietly, about to head out the door before Ethan looked at her.

"My parents might be downstairs." he said as she nodded and made her way to the window. She pulled back the curtains and opened the window. She gave a little wave and jumped out.

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Alyssa made her way through the halls, her eyebrows furrowed as she thought over and over again about how strange the cheer was. Worse yet, her head was still in pain and she had no idea why. She thought maybe she had just been exhausted by the meeting with her mother, but she wasn't quite sure about the plausibility of that.

Lyss looked up at the sound of voices and noticed that more and more people were talking about how excited they were about the prep rally. She couldn't say the same, instead she was left with a feeling of unease and worry. Part of her wanted to desperately beg her family to stay away from the rally, afraid that something would happen to them… but she also knew how stubborn her father and Lady could be.

Alyssa slipped into her first class and sat down just as the bell rang and the teacher started to drone on and on about biology. Alyssa never liked this class, she liked skipping it, but Trish informed her that if she did it again she would be in big trouble not only with her father but also with the school. Still, she went along with it and pretended to care, even though her mind was somewhere else.

The "date" was tomorrow, and she was worried about what she was going to wear. She had always imagined her first BVB concert as one where she would go in war paint like Andy and scream out every lyric like an idiot, just being a real teenager and enjoying her youth while she still had it… but now she was so worried about stupid things.

"Wouldn't you agree, Miss. Redgrave?" the teacher said, pulling Alyssa out of her thoughts and bringing her back to the real world. The other students were laughing at her confusion, but she wasn't paying any attention to them. She cleared her throat and sat up straight in her seat.

"I wasn't really listening." she admitted as the teacher rolled his eyes and sighed.

"Of course not… please listen." he muttered as Lyss shrugged and rested her chin in the palm of her hand.

"Of course the cheerleader doesn't listen…" one of the boys next to her murmured as she looked over and glowered at him.

"If you want to keep your face pretty, you'll shut up, Taylor." she warned, turning back to the board. She didn't bother to look at anything written there and instead started to think even more deeply.

When the bell rang, Alyssa's eyes widened and she glanced in the direction of the clock before getting up and grabbing her book bag. She left the classroom and started down the hallway with other kids when Taylor pushed her down and she grunted as she fell. The other boys laughed as Lyss looked back at them and huffed, pushing herself into a sitting position as Ethan and Benny ran over and got between her and the boys.

"Look at them, they're so brave!" Taylor scoffed as Alyssa raised her head and looked at the boys before her. Benny started to back off a little bit when he realized that the boys were serious about wanting to do something bad. "You wanna run?" the blonde grinned at the taller geek and shoved him before Alyssa stood up and slammed her body into Taylor's, pinning him to the wall as more kids surrounded them.

"Nobody gets to push him around but me!" Alyssa hissed and stepped off of Taylor. His minions tried to grab her, but she punched one of them in the face. The force of the blow inadvertently broke his nose. Her eyes widened as she saw the blood gushing from his nose as he held his face and screamed in pain. She took a step back as she looked around at all the people surrounding them while Ethan tried to keep her calm.

"You stupid bitch!" Taylor screamed and grabbed Alyssa as she stared up at him with terrified eyes. "Oh, now you're scared?!"

"Put her down." Stephanie pushed her way through the crowd as she glared at Taylor as he tried to defend himself. "I said put her down. Now." she warned, her eyes glowing a faint purple as the jock let go of Alyssa. Stephanie motioned to Taylor and his minions to leave and they did, as did the crowd of students that had gathered. The blonde looked at Ethan and Benny and glared at them as they walked away awkwardly, but still managed to peek around the corner.

"Why did you…?" Alyssa said before Stephanie glowered at her.

"You're really getting on my nerves, nephilim." she snapped, and Lyss frowned and stared at her in confusion. "Don't pretend to be surprised. You can't hide what you are very well."

"I don't try… my dad is literally the most famous devil hunter in the world." she shrugged before Stephanie grabbed Alyssa's hand and used a cloth she conjured to clean the blood from her knuckles.

"Your stupidity will destroy my plans," she said, glaring at her as Lyss sneered. "You'll be a part of it." she added and Alyssa frowned at her.

"What…?" she asked, before Stephanie just gave her a smile.

"We've got to go get ready." she said as she pulled away and started to walk towards the changing room. Alyssa watched her with a frown on her face as the boys quickly made their way over to the hunter.

"Should we be scared…?" Alyssa asked quietly as they slowly nodded in agreement.

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"Stop moving around so much." Lyss hissed as she helped Ethan with his makeup. He made a face and pulled his head away before she grabbed his jaw and held him still as she carefully applied the eyeliner.

"How do you do this?" he asked, shrugging and working on the other eye. He winced and pulled away as Lyss rolled her eyes and sighed, holding him still again as she carefully applied liner.

"If you keep moving, it's going to go in your eye." she warned him as his gaze focused on her. This was the closest they'd ever been to each other and it caused him to get a little nervous as she put the eyeliner pencil down and picked up the mascara.

"Absolutely not." he tried to pull away, but she kept her grip.

"Eyeliner with no mascara looks silly. Besides, it's only for an hour." she shrugged as she opened the mascara. "If I can wear make up every day, then you can wear it for an hour." she said before she sat down facing him and began to carefully apply the mascara while Benny laughed at the scene.

"Stop laughing at me!" Ethan whined as he looked over at him before Alyssa made him turn his head back to her. "This was all your idea, genuis!"

"Yeah, to dress up like chicks. Not get made up like them." Benny taunted. Alyssa grabbed her empty makeup bag and threw it at him. He yelped as he tried to defend himself from her attack. "What the hell?!"

"I'm only doing this because you idiots can't even think straight enough to put on your own makeup." she said, finishing off the mascara before grabbing her lip gloss.

"Seriously?" Ethan complained as Lyss raised an eyebrow at him.

"Don't you want to be the prettiest girl at the rally?" she teased before starting to apply it as he rolled his eyes. She smiled a little as she finished it off, carefully wiping away a bit of the excess.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

"Of course I am." she chuckled as Benny tossed the bag over to her and she put everything back in the bag. "And I'll have fun putting war paint on you tomorrow, too." she teased, while Ethan sulked.

"Can't you just give me a break?" he pleaded as she fixed his wig and giggled again, still finding his disguise silly.

"War paint is not girly. And I won't make it super extravagant like mine." she assured him before getting up and fixing her skirt.

"Oh, so you'll be the matching couple." Benny teased with a smile on his face.

"I wouldn't laugh if I were you. You still owe JJ fifteen bucks." she explained as his eyes widened.

"You asked her?!" Benny asked as Ethan eyed him him.

"You bet on my love life?" he asked before the taller geek's eyes widened and he hurried out of the room. Alyssa laughed as she shook her head and tied her hair back. Ethan stood up as she made sure everything was still in place, focusing on her bangs. "Aren't you worried about what Stephanie said?"

"Vitale is coming to the rally with dad and Lady. If there's anyone who can stop something bad from happening, it's Uncle V." she shrugged as Ethan looked over at her.

"What if he can't…?" he asked quietly and she looked at him with a small sigh.

"I know you're worried… but as long as we stick together and do the reversal spell, we'll be fine." she assured him as he smiled and nodded. She patted him on the arm and they went to the gym to prepare for the rally.

Alyssa stretched while the others rehearsed the routine to make sure everything went well. Lyss kept watching Stephanie as the gym began to fill with students and families for the rally, chewing her lower lip thoughtfully before the coach told the girls to go in. Alyssa grabbed her pom-poms and ran into the gym with the others, doing the routine as usual. Alyssa was reluctant to recite the cheer with the others as she kept an eye on Vitale, who was looking just as suspicious as she had expected him to look. He knew that something was wrong, and he didn't make any effort to hide it.

When the star formation began, Alyssa was kept out of the formation with a furrowed brow, and she continued her routine as usual until the boys began the reversal incantation. Everyone in the audience and even the girls outside the formation fainted as Stephanie's spell removed the souls. Lyss caught Maria as she collapsed. She looked at V to see that he wasn't affected, nor was her father or Lady. She breathed a sigh of relief as she realized that V must have been using something as a means of protection. Dante started to get up, but V stopped him in his tracks as Stephanie screamed in anger.

"Back off, geeks! I will not let you get in the way of me running this school!" she yelled, looking between the boys before turning to Alyssa and saying something in Latin, which made Alyssa tense and slowly stand up. "It's time for you to see what you can really do." she said before Alyssa let out a scream of pain and felt her body begin to transform into something new.

Alyssa tried to stop it as she fell to her knees and her skin began to change into deep red scales and horns grew from her skull, the transformation causing her unbearable pain. Dante called out her name as he jumped to his feet and ran to her, managing to dodge Stephanie's attack. Alyssa screamed as her body fully transformed and looked at the hunter, punching his jaw and sending him back to the far wall. Lyss turned and glared at the boys, and Stephanie smiled as she saw Alyssa's true demon form. They managed to reach Sarah with their pom-poms, and broke her out of her trance so she could get Stephanie out of the way.

As Sarah tried to stop Stephanie, Alyssa grabbed her arm and threw her aside. The vampire screamed in pain as the boys got out of formation when it was broken. Lyss growled and tried to grab one of them as well, but Vitale was able to keep her from doing anything bad. The hunter struggled against the invisible bonds, screaming in rage as she tried to break free. She thrashed around violently before she broke free and tried to hit Ethan as he stumbled out of the way, screaming.

"Alyssa!" he shouted, her movements faltering as she stared at him.

"Kill him." Stephanie hissed, making the Nephilim glare at her. She fought the control the witch had over her before she screamed and punched her as hard as she could, stopping the ritual and revealing the head cheerleader's true self as she fell to the ground, screaming in pain. Alyssa glared down at her, feeling the rage bubble up as she prepared to land a killing blow, when Dante ran over and restrained her. She screamed and looked back at him, seeing him properly. Her eyes widened as she stared at him and she gave a stifled sob before returning to her human form as everyone started to wake.

She fell limply into Dante's arms as she trembled with uncontrollable sobs and he sank to the floor with her in his arms. She clung to him as she sobbed louder and he tightened his grip on her, holding her tightly as she continued to cry. Lady ran to them before sitting down beside them, hugging them as Grandma Weir entered and handled everything else. As everyone started to leave the gym, the family and the gang stayed behind while Dante tried to comfort the teenager.

"I'm so sorry…" she whimpered as Lady brushed her hair from her face, planting small kisses on her temple.

"None of this was your fault." she assured her as Alyssa shook her head and began to shake even more.

"I almost killed someone…" she admitted weakly as she looked up at the woman.

"You were under Stephanie's control." Grandma Weir said, but Lyss shook her head once more.

"No… it… it was all me…" she wiped her face and sniffled. "I was gonna kill her… I really wanted to…" she trailed off as Dante looked at the others before picking the teen up and carrying her out of the gym.

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Alyssa was sitting in her bed with Shadow lying next to her, sleeping peacefully. Lyss frowned before lying down, burying her face in the jaguar's fur, finding comfort in its softness. The door opened and Dante entered with a plate of pizza, walking to the nightstand and setting it down. He looked at the girl and demon, sighing as he knelt beside the bed.

"You're not a bad person…" he assured her as she lifted her head to look at him in silence. "I know what you just went through was terrifying, but it wasn't you."

"Yes, it was, dad…" she murmured, the jaguar's eyes also on the hunter.

"No, it wasn't." he put a hand over one of Alyssa's. "When you first transform, that primal rage takes over all your senses and sometimes you have no control over it." he explained as her eyebrows furrowed. "It will become less and less intense as time goes on. So don't blame yourself…plus Stephanie was a bitch. V and Evelyn took care of her." she nodded slightly before she started to cry. "You can still go see the concert if you want."

"I don't think I want to go…" she murmured as he laughed quietly.

"What? You're going to let some asshole ruin your first date?" he teased her before she grabbed her pillow and hit him over the head with it, laughing along with him as he got up. "I can't make you, but if you want to… go for it." he said before kissing her forehead. Shadow snarled, kissing the top of the jaguar's head, satisfying her need for attention.

"Dad…" Lyss murmured as he hummed to respond. "I love you…" she offered with a small smile and got a smile back from him in return.

"I love you too, kiddo."

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Those Were The Days, a Steven and Joe Story Part 5

Those Were The Days, a Steven and Joe Story

Author's Note: This last bit, while referencing stories from The Mouse House, trust me, this ain't for kids.

CHAPTER 3

Finally everyone was firmly ensconced on the bus rolling toward the next venue. Steven and Joe were huddled up in their usual place near the middle of the coach that sits over the right middle tire. Steven found it to be the quietest part of their luxurious tour bus. He chose it so he could read or write if he wanted to. Invariably Joe would sit with him, even tho he had his own spot just across the aisle. Steven had even had a special curtain made to give him an extra measure of privacy.

Steven was retrieving his white scarf from around Joe's neck. Steven kept an inventory of all of his clothes but especially his scarves which he made sure he had a match for every outfit he cared to put on. Joe had finally taken off his jacket and had the fur lining toward his front like a mini throw rug. Steven had given Joe his promised bump - a special one he had made just for them. Steven had told him about it but he would never give Joe the recipe. Said he had his reasons. Joe didn't really care frankly. He only knew it made him feel really good. It was one of the things, he thought privately, that Steven did to keep Joe with him, bind them together. Like Steven's damned scarves. He didn't want to think anymore about it right now. At the moment, He was happily tumbling through space.

Steven was reclining on the window side of the seat. He had his right leg stretched out with its foot on Joe's lap and his left foot in a portable hot wax bath. His notoriously strange looking foot was giving him pain. The bump he had done didn't really help with that. But even Steven wasn't dumb enough to mix narcotics with his goodies. It's why he called them Goodies. They were his adult Candy. A party in a bottle he'd say.

Joe sprawled and reclining and Steven lounging with his foot in Joe's lap were their usual positions when they were travelling.

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Brad, as usual had his guitar in his hands, was quietly practising riffs. Tom, across the aisle from him, was shadowing him on his bass, while reading a book. (Hi, Tom Hamilton, MultiTasker. Nice to meetcha)

"Good Job getting the Royal Couple on the bus. Joey was stabbing his sticks into the floor when I got on. I would have hated to see what would have happened if I had been 5 minutes longer."

"Thanks man. Steven was fucking with Joe's head again. Practically catatonic when I walked in to get them."

"Did Steven shove him, you think?"

"Naw, Joe ain't havin it, you know that. Not EVEN from Steven."

"What was it then?"

"Don't know but he had that same look on his face when he left Steven's room last night. I had just gotten off the elevator and he was standing there with his back to his own room door, staring with that idiot look on his face. I had to say goodnight to him twice before he heard me."

"Queenie is probably using him as a guinea pig again. I know Steven has got something in that bag of his that must be pretty special. He won't share the stuff with anybody except Joe. As you know, when he's parachuting he will only jump with Joe, if you know what I mean. Tried to get myself invited to the party once, although I only meant to party with Joe solo. When Steven saw us together, the tongue lashing The Dragon Lady gave me for thatt I am still smarting from. Here's a free piece of advice for you: Don't "EVER" tell Steven a secret about yourself. Trust me, he will fashion it into a hammer and smack you in the face with it. That motherfucker is brutal!!"

"My God, What did you tell him??" said Tom laughing.

Brad stopped playing long enough to give him the Italian salute and said "Up yours Blondie! Mind your own fuckin' business!"

Tom laughed harder, and then turned the page of his book.

*****

Joe was on the downward descent of his bump, and was about to make a splash down in the Pacific Ocean. He was caught up in a very vivid dream: he was living his life as a marine biologist. He wasn't able to pursue this dream in real life as he had not gotten the kind of grades he needed to go to college. But that was what he loved about dreaming: you could fuck reality all to hell and do what you want. He was diving in the clean pristine waters of Maui. There was treasure to be had around this small island near the main. He was following the lines of a reef that may or may not be the wreckage he was looking for. Suddenly he looked up and almost swam smack into the golden haired mermaid who was floating there, staring at him with a huge grin on her face. Joe was stunned. He had heard of mermaids but also knew they weren't actually real. And even in the stories he had read, they never approached humans on purpose or with joy. They usually wanted to kill you by smacking you with their tails or some shit. But here was this grinning mermaid looking just delighted to see him. She had a gold coin around her neck. One that looked very much like it may be from the wreckage he was looking for.

So as not to cause her alarm, Joe slowly reached his hand out (the hand he wasn't using to tread water) towards her coin. She looked at him curiously but allowed it. Joe examined it closely. It was indeed a coin from the wreckage. Joe looked at her, desperately wishing he could speak to her. He did the only thing he knew how to do: he made the human gesture for talking and pointed between the two of them. It took her a few seconds to understand Joe's meaning. She smiled at him again. Then she took her fishy webbed hands and put them on both of Joe's shoulders and then leaned in close and proceeded to lick Joe's left ear and then his right ear. Joe was greatly surprised but he didn't swim away. Then the mermaid did what Joe could only think of as Mermaid Magic. She took Joe's face in both of her hands and gently bumped her forehead on Joe's. Suddenly Joe could hear her thoughts because she spoke to him.

"Can you hear me, Human?"

"Yes. I don't know how but I can."

"Do you have a name Human?

"Yes, it's Joe. What's your name?"

"You couldn't pronounce it and I don't think there's any equivalent for it in your language."

"Well, what shall I call you?"

"Well, I heard some Human a long time ago say that my father was from a school of Callionymus splendidus. Such an ugly name. Are they like plankton?? Can I eat them??"

"From what I know, they are not. They are actually quite beautiful. Like you." The mermaid blew a mass of pink bubbles she was so flattered.

"How about I call you Callie."

"Oh I like that Joe. You may call me Callie."

"Okay Callie. Thanks for talking to me. I want to tell you what I'm doing down here. I'm interested in finding more of that coin around your neck."

"Oh this old thing. It was very shiny when I first found it. But that was a long time ago."

"Were there more when you first found it?? Do you think they are still there?"

"Oh sure there are. But you won't be able to get to them. They are where ordinary humans cannot go."

Joe was disappointed to hear this. He didn't have money for special diving equipment that would allow for deeper waters.

Callie swam around Joe closely, touching him with her tail; nudging him forward and back, and at one point while she was behind him she wrapped her frilly webbed hands around Joe's shoulders.

"You are so good looking for a Human, Joe. Nice and sturdy, lots of solid fleshy meat."

Joe looked at her with alarm and slowly swam back from her a little.

Callie squealed and blew orange bubbles. "Oh Joe I'm only teasing you. I have some shark cousins who swim here once in a while. You are the kind they would love to get their teeth into. But we Callie's don't eat human flesh no matter what you may have heard. However, We are used to rough play, kind of like dolphins. And unfortunately too many uninformed humans want to associate with us but get hurt when we play with them. Some even die. That's when my cousins show up."

"Oh that's nice to hear...I guess." Callie was swimming in tighter circles around Joe, spinning him slowly, doing her own fishy dance with him. Joe was so distracted by Callie's stories and dance he wasn't paying attention to his oxygen levels. He found he was getting light headed.

"Callie, I need to go up, like right now."

"Oh no Joe, stay and play with me. I'm really enjoying your company."

"I'm enjoying your company too Callie. But I need oxygen to breathe. You don't want me to die do you Callie?"

"No Joe. I wouldn't like that at all. Oh, and you haven't gotten the Golden Treasure you came for. Do you like me enough to stay a little longer, Joe?"

"Yes Callie I do. I may even love you. But I need oxygen my dear." Callie smiled and blew red bubbles.

"No worries Joe. I will see you get to the top. Plus you came for your treasure and I want you to have that as my present before you go. And I know the perfect way to make that happen, too." Callie wrapped her frilly arms around Joe's neck and pressed her generous lips to Joe's, forced his mouth open with her long tongue and proceeded to blow into his lungs, filling him with her own special Mermaid magic air. Joe went completely still and was sure that he had just died. But to his amazement he suddenly was wide awake and had no need of oxygen from the air. Unbelievably, he was breathing water and getting it from that. He was stunned. He looked at Callie who was staring at him with such love in her eyes.

"How do you feel Joe?"

"Callie, I can't even describe it. What did you give me??"

"I'm not going to tell you Joe. But know that its special magic just from me to you. I don't give it to just anybody. In fact I have only given it to one other and he's dead. But the thing that is special about it is that now you can't ever leave me no matter what you do."

"Does that mean I have to stay down here with you..forever?"

"Oh no Joe. Only as long as you want to be here. What I meant is that you will always be linked to me, emotionally and spiritually, forever."

"What do you get out of that? It doesn't seem fair, ya know?"

"Joe, why do you think it's called a "SCHOOL" of fish? We spend a lot of time thinking. Good thoughts. And you, my dear, will keep me in lots of good, warm thoughts, for the rest of my life. I just hope I don't fricasee myself." Callie laughed blowing more orange bubbles.

She had swam so she was floating on her back, holding Joe over her..and strategically bumping him every so often. She was now blowing pink and red bubbles.

Once Joe realized what she was doing, he got a little embarrased and started to arch away from her. "Callie, come on. We're in..public??" Joe said looking around and saw nothing but an old grandma sea turtle..who was grinning at them both.

"Oh come now Joe. Haven't you heard that joke your old timey Human used to tell about why he never drank water. Who do you think he heard it from?" Grandma Turtle stamped her foot and blew big orange bubbles too.

Joe had to laugh at that. His bubbles were more rust colored than orange.

Callie said "But since you want to be such a tadpole about it, how about we go somewhere private and make some nice..big...deep..Purple bubbles. You will be a changed human when I'm done. Also, it happens to be right near where your treasure is. What do you humans call this? A two-fer?" Callie was sensuously rubbing her frilly hand fin between Joe's legs. She was so blatant about it even Grandma Turtle blew deep pink bubbles. "Besides I want to satisfy myself about something. I know you've heard that rumour about certain "parts" of blue whales?? Well, since whales can't swim as deep as I like to go..."

"Geez Callie let's go before I blow squid ink all over the place."

Callie put Joe on her back and swam like a Bonito to their spot, leaving Grandma on her back from a small stroke.

*****

Steven had finished his writings, closed his books and put them away. Now he was in the mood for some fun. He wanted to play and who better with than his big live dolly. His hunky handsome action figure. All day he had the feeling the Joe wanted to tell him something, but Joe couldn't work up the guts to say it. Well, Steven thought, maybe I'm wrong, or it's not that important. Steven removed his foot off of Joe's lap and put it on the floor to balance himself while he wiped the wax from the other. The limb was still ugly as sin but it was very soft. It was the least he could do for her since she was never going to grow up to be a pretty girl, he mused.

Steven turned his head to a sound close by. It was Joe, talking in his sleep. Well not actually talking. Grunting and mumbling. Steven thought, yeah that's more Joe's speed. Why make a sentence when half a syllable will do? Steven smiled fondly at him.

Joe was only 3 years younger than himself. But it seemed that when they had met it felt like a vast chasm in time. By 21, Steven was already a seasoned performer; already had been on stage, in the recording studio, on the radio, on TV, hell he had even been to Woodstock. Of course nothing he had ever done was as big as Aerosmith. This band was a life saver for him or else he may have ended up a lounge act like his Daddy. That's why he was so grateful to the other band members and especially to Joe for the opportunity they had given him to continue in the field he loved. But when he met them, they were too young even to get into one of his shows. He still remembers the first time he saw Joe: he was wearing a white apron and a hairnet. He was employed as a man-of-all-work at a burger joint in downtown Sunapee, New Hampshire. He made the best french fries he had ever tasted in is life. So good he had to tell him about it when he brought his old band a second order -- which he managed to eat some of before the food fight they were having got out of hand, that is. He remembers what struck him immediately about Joe were his eyes. He supposed now in hindsight that his eyes only seemed to be these big soulful brown orbs because he was wearing these black framed student specs with tape in the middle. But they sure were pretty he thought. And he remembers the next time he saw him very well: Steven was driving through town in his Dad's car on some family business for their Country club, and there was Joe leaving the restaurant carrying a guitar case. He was wearing a denim vest with patches without a shirt and tight blue jeans. And the hairnet was off and there was that gorgeous black mane blowing in the wind. Steven was staring so hard he almost wrecked the car. My God, Beautiful and can play the guitar too. I need to see this guy again." Steven did not consider himself gay exactly, but he certainly would not mind taking a few weeks with this guy exploring the possibility. A little deep research, if you will. Well, that had been 15 years ago and the research was still ongoing. Not yet conclusive. Of course he hadn't yet told Joe "there was a Riot goin on" as old Sly Stone used to sing. Steven kinda figured Joe would figure it out eventually.

Joe was making sounds again. Except this time these were distinctly different. More pleasurable than angry. Steven's smile got a lot wider. 'Oh Joe, you naughty boy. You going in to do battle are ya? Did you bring your saber Baby?' Steven was good and ready for some nice soft games. Whenever Joe was drunk enough, Steven loved to play Footsie with Joe. Not the usual game of Footsie most people think of. No, Steven was always one for the best of everything. He had learned from a waitress at a favorite chinese restaurant he liked in Boston the Art of Reflexology, the art of massaging feet. He learned from her (thru many repeated practical demonstrations in her apartment bedroom) that every part of your body is reflected in the feet. Particularly every organ and errogenous zone. He loved to wait for Joe to pass out after drinking, get his shoes off, and work on him until he would wake up, look down and up with a red face, and have to hurry to the john. Steven would nearly split his sides laughing and would laugh all the harder when Joe would ask him what he was laughing about. Steven would be very magnanimous and then break out some good weed, his famous jasmine & black orchid oil, and then proceed to physically soothe and calm the poor boy down. Joe was always good for a nice long stealth cuddle after that. That's why Steven did it. Part of his research.

Tonight Steven was thinking that maybe he should give Joe a small peak into the research data. Joe was clearly in some happy place in his head. Steven was dying to know how far this went. He slowly put his hand under Joe's jacket. God Steven loved that fur lining. If he didn't know for a fact the Joe would murder him, he would "borrow" it. Steven kept his hand moving lightly along Joe's hip and then upper thigh when his hand ran over what could have been a small iron pipe. Steven stopped completely stunned now. Joe had a truly impressive hard-on. Steven wondered at that point: "What the hell is Joe dreaming about?" Steven had seen Joe sport a chubby a few times: The few Aerosmith girl fans they had were notorious for losing the buttons on their shirts during concerts and nobody in the band was exactly blind. Joe was only human after all. But this was a different thing altogether. This call for attention Joe was making was almost desperate in nature. An investigation was warranted here. So, Steven removed Joe's jacket altogether. This might get a little messy.

After making sure that the lock on the curtain was still fastened, Steven checked to see if Joe was still out of it. He was. Steven carefully undid the top button on Joe's jeans. Next, he had to decide how best to get the zipper open without waking the man upp. Steven was expecting to have to tug hard to get it down. But much to his surprise with just the slightest touch to the pull, it sped down with surprising force all on its own. Whatever was going on down there, the zipper clearly wanted no part of it. After making a note of that, Steven continued his research. He observed that Joe sported purple heather bikini briefs. If they were the brand that Steven thought them to be, he knew how expensive they were, about $25 a pair att the very least. Good Job Joe!! But Steven could already see why the zipper was making a run for it. The monster inside the briefs was trying to claw its way out and was about to lay wayst to Japan!! All Steven could do was stare. "Wow!! Tony Joe we hardly knew ye! Joe must put his pants on in a very cold room' Steven thought, just to keep all of that in one place.

Joe moaned again just a bit louder. "Keep it down Joe" Steven muttered at Joe's face. "And you stay right where you are." Steven said to Joe's monster.

"The Right Reverend Tyler is here to perform an exorcism on this demon." After removing the bracelets from one of his wrists. Steven carefully peeled down the front of the purple garment. The monster sprang out with a vengeance. 'God-dammn, I should have brought a whip and a chair!' he thought. It actually grew another inch over all as soon as it was free. Steven thought he could hear it roaring. Almost as if it heard his thoughts, the monster literally leaned towards him and was waving around with intent. 'Oh so you want to challenge me. You want to wrestle do ya??' Steven extended his unbraceleted hand towards it. He grasped it gently. His first thought of its being a bar of iron was not too far wrong: Joe was hard, very hard. Steven held it tighter since it seemed up to the task. He started stroking Joe a little rhythmically but it was a little rough going as he didn't want to hurt Joe with a dry palm. And again as if it had heard his thoughts, a bead of pre-cum put in an appearance on the tip.

'Well thank you Joe' Steven thought and dutifully made use of the bead to ease his way, and the tip had generously provided more. 'Oh this works. Are you loving this Joe?' Steven said speaking to the monster. "You only wanted petting didn't you? Well I'm only here to help." Steven was making a proper job of it too. Massaging it all the way down to the base, twisting the head, and tickling the tip. When Steven took his hand off at one point to flex his fingers some, the monster started wiggling and turning circles slightly like it was looking for something. When Steven went to grab it, it actually backed away from his hand and when he took it in slightly forcefully, the monster was squirming to get out.

'Oh you want more, do you? Or rather you want something else' Steven looked at Joe's still sleeping but troubled face. 'You don't know who's doing this for you, but you still want it, is that it?' My God, you really know how to push a guy's buttons. Fucking sexy even when your zonked.' Well Steven still had said he needed more research data and here was someone willing to generously hand it over. And not necessarily by hand...

'Okay since you're being so accomodating about it' Steven squeezed Joe's cock a bit more firmly at the bottom steadying the tip for himself. He snaked a tentative tongue down to Joe's tip to assure the monster it was going to get what it wanted. When Steven looked at it, the bastard was actually winking at him. 'Oh shit! Okay, its game on Motherfuckah!' Steven had previously put a pillow down on the bus floor and now he settled down on it more firmly and got to work on drowning the monster.

Steven had not blown guys very frequently as he very picky about the hygeine of any of his sexual conquests and he knew that men were truly lazy bastards when it came to that sometimes. But he knew for a fact that Joe was most fastidious to a cat like degree. Some of that was Steven's fault: When Steven was parachuting, he made sure he was quite clean before he jumped. He required that of himself and anybody he chose to have around him when he did. And that was almost exclusively Joe. Frequently he would have Joe join him in a jacuzzi bath before he took the dive. Joe was adamant about not diving with him, but he made sure he stayed with Steven for the first 15 minutes to be sure he was okay But Joe discovered he really liked being wet and had become a regular bather. Steven had even bought him his own custom made bubble bath for his birthday. Which he was wearing now.

Joe smelled absolutely delicious and tasted even better. Joe was also a very clean eater. Had been for years. So, between the bathing and the diet, Joe made for a very tasty package. Steven was doing things to Joe's cock that he would not have done with anyone else. Especially an uncircumsized man like Joe. Steven was in heaven. He was almost ready to conclude his research with an addendum to his data. "Answer still inconclusive, but with an 85% possibility that positive affirmation on the question may be limited to one specific test subject. More research absolutely required."

Steven was beating Joe's monster down. Exorcizing that demon by smiting it with broad cross strokes of his tongue. This was about to become an almost spiritual awakening for Steven and he hoped for Joe too. Joe was rhythmically bucking into Steven's throat. Steven didn't know what Joe had been dreaming about but this was clearly part of what his cock wanted in that scenario. Joe was about to come Steven could feel, but Joe was also starting to get loud Steven could hear. Steven hated to stifle a persons passion, but he was not in the mood to share the experience with everyone right now. So he placed his hand on Joe's scowley mouth. He licked the Joe's tip in encouragement and tickled under the head. 'Come on Joe. Release the Kraken!' And Joe did. Steven clamped his mouth shut and held on while Joe let the lava flow. He let go a volley of five generous bursts, which Steven held in his mouth, the other smaller shots he caught in his hand. Steven looked up at Joe's face as he removed his hand from his mouth. Joe hadn't cried out loud after all but Steven could see was about to say something. Steven quickly got off the floor and got in his seat next to Joe. He wrapped an arm around Joe's neck and then covered Joe's mouth with his own and kissed him deeply.

Steven pulled a few tissues out of the bus overhead dispenser and wiped his hand. Next, he pulled out a few wet wipes from another dispenser and gently but quickly did as thorough a cleanup on Joe's uncut cock as possible and tucked Joe back into his expensive purple briefs. He then draped Joe's jacket back over his front.

Steven made sure he was in the bathroom when Joe woke up so he could deal with fastening his trousers back up himself. He would happily answer Joe if he were to ask any questions about it, but he sincerely doubted that Joe would. Joe was still in his same sitting position when Steven returned.

"We're going to arrive at the hotel in about 20 minutes. You got all the stuff you're going to want to take in with you??" Joe asked.

"Yeah, I didn't buy anything except these fashion mags." Steven answered, flipping through the pages.

"Steven, what was the name of The Little Mermaid in that Disney flick?"

"Oh what, so I'm the Disney guru now?? I thought we went over all of that the other night after the party."

"Oh yeah, we did didn't we?" Joe satt thinking in silence for a few minutes.

"Ariel"

"What?"

"The princess with the tail fin. Her name was Ariel."

"You sure it wasn't Callie?"

"Yeah I'm sure. Did that bump fuck with your head Beautiful?"

"Only in a very good way." Joe sat staring with a smile on his face

Steven put his magazine down and cast a very delighted smile at his hot, hunky and handsome...lover. He could think that outloud to himself. Though, he had to get around to sharing this thought with Joe to his face one day. Well, one doesn't want skewed data. It's gotta be mutual. For now, Steven would settle for just putting his head on Joe's shoulder.

Joe moved his head a little to accommodate Steven's new proximity, but other than that he made no move to stop him. He was still smiling, and was now softly humming the tune "Under The Sea".

"Joe, can I tell you a joke?? You know what the difference between Like and Love is??"

"Steven, everybody knows the answer to that. A Spit or a Swallow."

"No it isn't actually."

"No? Then what is it Smarty Pants?"

"It's finding someone that is willing to split the difference with you."

Joe's eyes widened at the statement. And got wider the more he thought about it.

Then Joe wrapped an arm around Steven, pulling him closer, and started to laugh. Steven looked up into Joe's face and when He realized why Joe was laughing, he was very happy about it and started to laugh too.

#HappyPride;#LGBTQIA;#RPF_Stories;#Steven_Joe;#GayHumor;#BadBehavior;#BadBoyGoneGood

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Hey! Can i get fluff with Geralt please? He's trying to woo reader using Jaskiers advice of giving her presents, but instead of actually giving them her face to face (because how embarrassing) he leaves them in her room or next to her bed when she's asleep.

The gifts eventually get either weirder (head of monster) or more Extravagant (very expensive jewellery) and reader just freaks out cause she has no idea who's doing it. Than Geralts gotta turn around and be like 'OH, you don't like them, damn it :/' so they just confess to each other.

(Idk, something like that maybe? Thanks either way <33)

omg yes this is sorta something??

“Since I know you would rather rip your own tongue out that just admit your feelings,” Jaskier started with a judging stare, “Then I suggest you show the young woman your love instead. Gifts!”

Geralt glanced down at the meager collection of coin he had left, mentally calculating how many of his own meals he would have to butcher instead to afford even the smallest—

“It need not be something extravagant, my friend, I am told the ladies prefer when it is something personal, intimate. Shows how much you know and love them.”

Geralt’s yellow eyes moved up to where you were sitting across the campsite, reading in the light of the flames. He was slowly losing his mind— images of your face, the sound of your laugh, the way you said his name, keeping him up at night and making it hard to concentrate when a monster was inches away from ripping out his throat.

He hummed, watching you flip a page and shift closer to the warmth of the fire, oblivious to the want flowing from the man you were travelling with.

“But don’t take my word for it, what do I know,” Jaskier mumbled, knowing Geralt was off in his own thoughts of you again. “I would just tell her since she’s obviously just as in love with you as you are with her, but sure, idiots seem to attract idiots these days…”

Geralt didn’t hear any of it, or Jaskier would have been smacked upside the head for that.

It started out so small, you didn’t even realize they were gifts. As a healer, most of your gifts came from your own abilities, but potions and plants could be utilized with your powers as well. You were particularly interested in collecting a nice bunch of potions with healing abilities for a particular Witcher you were travelling with.

A bundle of hemlock in the corner of the room at the next tavern you were staying at made you cry out in happiness. One of the past patrons must have left it.

You missed the amused look on Geralt’s face when you told him how useful it would be in a few of your potions.

Then a freshly killed jackalope was outside your camp a few days later. You frowned, looking around for signs of a wolverine or bear that took it down. Why would they leave it there and take no meat?

You harvested as much of the marrow as you could (it did wonders in a potion that would speed healing on Geralt’s wounds even faster than his own potions) and decided not to question it too much.

As much as Geralt enjoyed seeing you so happy, it became apparent that this was not achieving the goal of making you realize he was in love with you. He’d have to be a little more obvious.

In the end, it was a necklace he found in a market that made you realize these were gifts and not just lucky findings. It was laid out on your bed, with a single rose beside it.

A pendant of a wolf.

You blinked down at the items, confusion evident on your face. You carefully picked up the necklace, holding it up in the light of the fire and taking in the detail, the care taken in the design, how similar it was to the wolf on the pendant of the man in the room next to yours…

“Geralt?” you called out, slowly turning. You held the necklace gingerly in your palm, the other hand idly twirling the rose, thorns carefully cut off.

Geralt’s footsteps were silent, moving to lean against the doorway as he came to you. He didn’t say a word, just watching you.

You torn your eyes away from the pendant in your hand, your gaze landing on the matching wolf on Geralt’s chest. “Do you know who left this for me?”

You knew the answer; Geralt knew you knew the answer. He grunted, his eyes avoiding yours. Shit. Jaskier, you fucking idiot. Now you were upset with him, you would know how he felt and you didn’t feel the same and he had literally just given you his heart—

“Geralt, did you… have you been giving me gifts? Is this from you?” You needed to hear him say it— maybe you were reading into it too much. Those things were just things you found, this necklace was some joke. There was no way Geralt cared for you, and was giving you gifts to show you. It sounded like something Jaskier would do.

Geralt moved further into the room and his eyes darted up to meet yours— in the light of the fire, they looked so warm, molten caramel. “Yes. I didn’t—I don’t know how to do this,” he grumbled, feeling it physically painful in his chest to say these things out loud. Fuck, this was hard.

But you were looking at him so hopeful, almost as if you were waiting for him to just say the words so you could accept him and love him and fuck, if he didn’t want to fight through the uncomfortable pain just for the chance you wanted this too.

“You… you see me,” Geralt explained softly, voice betraying how hard this was to say out loud for him. “You see everything that I am, and you don’t look away.”

You felt your eyes getting teary, the emotions you’d been holding in all rushing to the surface. “I don’t want to look away.”

He moved in and kissed you then, cradling your face so gently with those rough hands, his lips unhurried and careful. He didn’t want to scare you away, but you put all his worries at ease when you deepened the kiss, arms wrapping around his waist and keeping him close against you.

He was an amazing kisser, and you nipped at his bottom lip, earning you a quiet growl and giving you an opportunity to slip your tongue in along his own. He licked into your mouth, all sweet and full of love that you never wanted it to stop.

Eventually you both had to breathe, and Geralt broke the kiss with a huff, leaning his forehead against yours as not to distance himself too much from your lips. He planned on going back in for more.

“Fucking finally!”

You both turned with a start to see Jaskier fiddling with his lute as he leaned against the doorway, shaking his head. “Any longer and I was going to throw myself off a cliff so I didn’t need to watch you two pine anymore.”

“How about you throw yourself off that cliff right now,” Geralt growled, his deep voice rumbling through the hand you had rested on his chest. You laughed, looking back up at him with a smile.

Despite the banter, Geralt’s eyes were bright as he met yours, a happiness there that made your chest fill with warmth and love. You’d found your other half, and he was everything you could have ever asked for.

He took the necklace from you, carefully clasping it around your neck and watching it settle against your skin right above your breasts. He felt something primal awake inside him, a low growl emanating in his throat that earned him a smirk from you. Now, everyone would see who you belonged to.

“Mine.”

#geralt of rivia imagine #geralt fanfic #geralt x reader #geralt of rivia x reader #geralt imagine #geralt x you #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill imagine

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Debriefing

Title: Debriefing Rating: Explicit Pairing: Bruce Wayne/reader Word Count: 2986 Warnings: Smut, batcave sex, table sex, oral, vibrators, daddy kink, feels confessions. Summary: Bruce and the reader have an argument after patrol Author’s Note: As usual, this is about no particular universe’s Batman. You get to see whichever one you want.

The car pulled to a stop inside Bruce Wayne’s garage, and you exhaled a sigh of relief as you turned the car off. You’d almost stopped to pick him up, but Alfred over the coms had assured you that he would drive the Batmobile home. Probably a better idea than you picking him up, anyway. It would have been hard to explain. With all the punishment you’d put Bruce’s car through, you were a bit surprised it had managed to limp all the way home.

“Alfred,” you said aloud, your voice picked up by the com unit in your ear. “Is-”

“Master Bruce is already here.” Alfred answered, not needing to wait for the rest of your question to know what you were asking. “He’s currently in the cave, if you wish to speak to him.”

“Thanks, Alfred.” You signed and shut your eyes for a minute.

Bruce had almost died tonight.

You could tell something was wrong with the supervillain he just charged into, and tried to warn Bruce to take it slow and careful. He hadn’t listened, and you’d had to rescue him. By stealing one of Bruce Wayne’s cars and trying to run the villain over.

You finally pushed the car door open, heaving yourself out of the car and walked into the house. It felt like it took an hour for you to reach the batcave, so massive was the house.

“So, that went well.” You spat sarcastically as you descended into the Batcave. You could see the top of Bruce’s head around the desk and monitors, and walked slowly towards him.

“It could have been worse.” He replied, not turning towards you. “Thank you for that.”

“You’re welcome.” You told him calmly. “It wouldn’t have been necessary if you’d just listened to me from the start.” Your voice was clipped, not afraid to make your annoyance audible. You finally walked around the computer, and his form came fully into view.

And damn was that a mistake. He was shirtless.

You’d been working for Bruce for months, and had been suppressing your feelings for him the whole time. He was miles out of your league. You could never quite tell if he’d figured it out or not. Bruce wasn’t the easiest person to lie to, but the way he behaved… it was either totally innocent, or he was enjoying toying with you. It made you frightened and excited all at once.

Bruce still wore the pants and boots of the Batsuit, but he’d discarded everything above the waist. Your mouth went dry, and you suddenly forgot how to form words. You swallowed, an effort of will keeping your jaw from dropping to the floor. It was quite difficult to remember why you’d been angry. There was a large bandage on his shoulder from where he’d been grazed by a bullet. The rest of his torso was a mass of bruises. It was hardly a secret how much Bruce worked out, and damn did it show with the view of him without a shirt. You couldn’t take your eyes off his chest.

“I’ve faced skilled opponents before.” Bruce said calmly, turning to face you. Somehow, you managed to force your eyes off his chest and back to his face. Was that a smirk? Shit, his face wasn’t any better. You took in a breath, looking away from him and down at the desk, searching your brain for the arguments that had been so clear before he’d taken his fucking shirt off.

“We… uh, we needed a plan.” You stuttered out, sounding anything but convincing.

“I’ve been doing this for years,” Bruce replied, sounding amused. He stepped closer to you, and you felt your breath catch. You didn’t think you could handle this. “I know what I’m doing, and I felt I could handle the situation.”

“You wanted me to be a part of this team because you wanted my advice.” A full sentence! Fantastic! And all that went out the window when your eyes flitted over his still bare chest again. Fuck. “If - if, uh, you don’t listen to me, then… then I’m not - not sure what I’m, uhm, doing here.” Look away from his face. Look away from his chest. Fuck, just look away from him in general. You quickly dropped your eyes back to the desk. Safer that way. Bruce moved again, stepping into your space until you could feel the warmth from his body.

“I won’t always agree with you, but don’t underestimate your contributions.” Bruce replied, smooth and comforting. He rested a hand on your arm, and you nearly moaned aloud at the touch of his skin on yours. He rubbed a thumb gently against the skin on your inner arm, and you swallowed again. His other hand gently grabbed your chin, lifting your head to force you to look at him. You had to fight the urge to let out a squeak, feeling trapped under his gaze. His eyes… the best you could describe it, was predatory amusement.

“I, uh…” you swallowed, your throat suddenly dry. A smirk curled his lips as he stared at you. “You’re doing this on purpose.”

“I don’t know what you mean.” Bruce said, his voice filled with amusement as his smirk grew smug. He stepped forward again, forcing you to stumble backwards until your ass hit the desk. His steps were slow and measured and confident, where you were an undignified scramble, nearly falling before you hit the desk. You could feel his breath on your lips, making your own breath catch.

Finally, after months of teasing, your patience snapped.

You leaned into him, crossing the last of the distance between your lips and his. Bruce growled, and this time you couldn’t stop the squeak that emerged from you. A small smile curled his lips briefly. The hand that had been on your chin moved to cup the back of your skull and hold you in place as his tongue pushed into your mouth, ravaging your lips. You moaned, leaning into him, overwhelmed with sensation. His stubble was starting to grow back, making the kiss pleasantly rough. His hand on your head, his other arm on your back, the warmth of his bare chest pressing into you. He kissed you aggressively, leaning you back against the table. You lifted your arms to wrap around his shoulders, clinging to him as he dominated the kiss, trapping you against his form. A thigh pushed between your legs, pushing one leg out of the way. His pants were armored, so you couldn’t tell if he was erect under them, but you’d be willing to bet he was. You tried to mumble around his lips and tongue, but everything came out muffled, and all you could do was surrender and moan.

When Bruce finally released your lips, you dropped your head back and gasped for air. A moment later, the breath left your lungs when you felt Bruce’s lips on your neck. The stubble that had been pleasant during the kiss was so much more stimulating on your neck, and your knees simply gave out. The hand on your head dropped to your back, and his grip tightened around you, holding you aloft. He lifted you a little, setting you down on the desk. The elevated height brought your face about level with his, and he finally stood up straight. Your mouth went dry again, trying to take everything in at once, for about a second before he was on you again.

Your legs went around his waist, his chest pressed against you again. One arm went around your back, and the other lifted to tilt your head to the side, giving him access to your neck. You whined and squirmed in his arms as his lips stole your ability to think. He leaned into you, his hips making little thrusts into you. Your head rolled back on your shoulders, and your fingers scratched at his bare shoulderblades. You whined his name, panting and trying to find the breath to plead. He gave a groaning growl and leaned into you. You whined more and ground into him, wishing he’d just take off his pants already so you could feel him.

One of the arms on your back went lowered, until it was practically around your ass. He pulled your hips into his, holding you tightly to him and ground back into you. You cried his name as his teeth bit into your neck, biting and sucking just where you were most sensitive. He rubbed against your clit until your eyes rolled back in your head.

“Bruce,” you breathed, your hand unconsciously lifting to bury in his hair. Another growl came from your neck. His hips rhythmically rocked into yours, making you whine and moan and plead. You tried to squirm away, but his grip was a vise, and you weren’t escaping any time soon.

Bruce ripped away from you, stepping back and withdrawing his heat from you as suddenly as he’d attacked you, leaving you dazed, breathless, and confused. He held your gaze for a long moment, before dropping his eyes down to his pants as he undid the latches. You almost leaned forward to help him, but resisted the urge; his pants were armored, and bound to be complicated. However they were designed, he’d be much more efficient at removing them than you would.

A moment later, it occurred to you that his hands were busy. That they would be for a few moments, at least. You pulled your shirt off quickly, tossing it heedlessly to the side. Your bra was discarded an instant later. You leaned back a little, dropping your head back on your shoulders, sliding your eyelids partly shut and cupping your breasts with your hands. You tweaked your nipples, giving a soft sigh at the stimulation. You kept your eyes on him, and so you saw the exact moment he heard you sigh, and saw his eyes snapped up to you. They narrowed when he saw what you were doing. A small growl escaped his lips, and you bit your own lip to suppress the noise that tried to escape you. His movements on his pants were swift and clipped, and in no time he had removed the rest of his clothes. He took a swift step forwards, and you dropped your hands to the desk and smirked at him.

“You realize you’re going to pay for that, kitten?” Bruce asked, giving a crooked, confident smirk.

“Worth it,” you giggled. Bruce held your eyes for a moment, then produced a zip tie from a drawer. He didn’t give you time to speak, but pulled your hands behind your back, and secured them in place. He pulled the zip tie tight, but looser than you expected. You wiggled a little, testing it; it was tight enough to keep your hands there, but loose enough that you’d have no trouble pulling them free if you really wanted to. Bruce waited for you to finish testing it, until you looked back up at him. He kissed you again, gentle this time, cupping the back of your skull again with one hand and planting the other behind you. You squirmed a little, struggling fruitlessly against the bonds and his hands, but got nowhere. Bruce leaned forward, slowly pushing you back. You leaned into his arms, letting him support you as he carefully pushed you down onto the desk, lying somewhat awkwardly on top of your bound hands. He released your lips with a parting nip, letting you gasp for breath as you tried to guess his next move.

You half expected him to attack your breasts, but instead you felt his hands at your pants. He undid them, pulled them off, leaving you lying naked on the table. You could suppress the small ‘meep’ that emerged when you saw the way he ogled your naked pussy ravenously. Bruce turned his torso around, looking around the small space you were both in, until he spotted the chair. He grabbed it, pulling it over next to the space of counter you were lying on, and sat.

Oh.

He intended to take his time with you.

You swallowed reflexively, nervous and excited all at once. It must have shown on your face, as Bruce gave you a smirk with eyes full of mischief. From the angle you had, you couldn’t really see much more than his face. But you suddenly felt his fingers tease your opening ever so lightly. You gave a loud moan and dropped your head down on the table with a thunk. When you felt a vibrator teasing around your clit, you gave a yelp and your legs jerked. Where the ever living fuck had he gotten that from?!

Bruce didn’t show any mercy, continuing his teasing of your clit as he leaned in. You felt his breath on your pussy lips, and your eyes slid closed as your breath came in short, quick pants. His tongue pushed into you, and you felt as much as heard his pleased groan at your taste. A small whine left you at the noise, the vibrations from him and the vibrator teasing you more than stimulating you, leaving you desperate for more.

“Bruce,” you gasped. “Please.”

The vibrator grazed your clit then, and your legs shot straight up. Bruce leaned into you, burying his face in you and devouring you ravenously. He rested his free hand on your hip, holding you steady as he tortured you with tongue and vibrator until you screamed.

Two or three orgasms later, you’d lost count, Bruce sat back and removed his stimulation, finally letting you come down. Your legs (you hadn’t quite registered it, but apparently they’d been sticking out totally straight while he’d been working on you) fell back down to the counter. You panted hard, trying to catch your breath after the marathon he’d put you through.

Bruce stood, leaning over you and resting his arms on the table to support his weight. His expression was tender, gentle, in a contrast to the pleasurable torture he’d just put you through. One hand stroked a lock of hair out of your face.

“Can you do one more, kitten?” Bruce asked you softly. You didn’t even have to think, you just nodded.

Bruce dropped a short, soft kiss on your lips, then nuzzled his face into your neck. Your overstimulated nerves jumped at the feeling, and all you could do was give a weak moan and squirm a little. He leaned his hips into yours, until you felt his erection against your pussy, sliding against your clit. The orgasms he’d given you made you still wet enough that it felt amazing. You groaned, and Bruce stopped his teasing of your neck to sink his teeth into your skin and growl.

“‘M ready.” You gasped out. “Please.” That drew another growl from Bruce, and he let your neck out of his teeth, resting his forehead against you and panting into your wet skin. One hand left the table, going between his legs to position his dick as he pulled back.

When Bruce finally slid into you, it was so painfully slow that you couldn’t help but squirm and whine.

“Stop. Moving.” Bruce growled, his voice dropping into his Batman voice, only arousing you further.

“Please, daddy!” You cried, then froze. The words just came out without thinking, and you didn’t know if he was into that. Bruce stopped moving for a moment, as well, and for a horrible moment you were terrified that you’d killed the mood.

“Be patient, princess.” Bruce growled into your ear, nipping at you. Lust filled his voice, soothing your worry that your exclamation had been unwanted; far from it.

Bruce kept pushing his dick into you, continuing until he bottomed out. Then he just sat there, frustratingly patient, waiting and panting and nipping at your neck while he waited for you to adjust.

“Please, daddy, just fuck me!” You finally cried, unable to wait any longer.

And boy, did he.

Bruce’s hands on the table moved, grasping the far edge of it with both hands to hold it steady as his hips thrusted into yours. Your head rolled back, arching your back into him. You were utterly unable to speak, tiny unintelligible noises emitting from you. Bruce buried his face in your neck, alternately sucking and nipping hard at your neck as he made the table shudder from his thrusts.

You were still overstimulated from the earlier orgasms, and he was so aroused already, it didn’t take you both long to climb to the precipice. Your vision whited out and you screamed, feeling him orgasm inside you moments later.

When you came to, you were still in the batcave. Your hands were unbound, and your shirt and pants had been put back on you. Judging by the feel between your legs, he’d taken a damp towel or something and wiped you clean, and then apparently set you in the cot he had set up down in the batcave. You made a small inquisitive noise, stirring, and Bruce suddenly came into your line of vision. He walked over to you, and sat on the side of the bed next to you.

“Hey,” you greeted him, your voice rough and groggy. Bruce looked… uncertain. Nervous. You pulled a hand free of the blankets and held his, wanting to reassure him.

“Hey.” Bruce replied, a small smile emerging at your action. His thumb rubbed the part of your hand it could reach soothingly. “This… this wasn’t the way I wanted to tell you how I felt.” “Really?” You teased. “It seemed perfect to me.” That startled a laugh out of Bruce, and you warmed at the sound.

“Be that as it may, I’d… I’d really like to take you to dinner sometime.” “I’d like that.” You smiled back up at him.

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for the prompts: NMJ/JC - Everyone with a functioning brain cell can see that JC just needs someone to tell him he’s doing a good job. And if WWX isn’t stepping up? Well, NMJ definitely will. (Preferably smut and/or fluff) Thank you! ❤️

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It started in anger, out of spite.

Traditionally, the world took this to be a bad thing, but in all honesty the vast majority of projects in the Nie sect were started that way – they inherited fiery tempers and spiteful personalities from their ancestors along with their saber cultivation traditions – and it didn’t always turn out badly. There were any number of buildings, techniques, or technological innovations in the Unclean Realm that had started life as a furious fuck you to someone and only turned into something worthwhile about halfway through, once the person involved had calmed down enough to think about what they were doing, realize they were already committed, and then shrug and carry on forward because there was no point in stopping a charge midway.

What Nie Mingjue meant was: there was precedent.

He liked to think it started with Jiang Fengmian, but if Nie Mingjue was being honest with himself, it started back in the Unclean Realm when Nie Huaisang had told him, quite casually over dinner, that he thought that the female cultivator in his class was very pretty and that he’d be happy to marry her.

“Uh,” Nie Mingjue had said, very intelligently. “Huaisang, you’re seven.”

Nie Huaisang had not seen the problem. Instead, he explained very forthrightly that it was only right that he start thinking early on about his marriage, as getting married and having children would be his great contribution to the sect on account of being useless good-for-nothing unfit for anything else –

“Wait,” Nie Mingjue said. “Who told you that?!”

Nie Huaisang claimed he had deduced it.

Nie Mingjue claimed that Nie Huaisang was full of bullshit, and also that he wasn’t good-for-nothing even if he wasn’t good at saber, and anyway even if he was a total good-for-nothing he was still Nie Mingjue’s good-for-nothing and no one had better say a single damn word against him or Nie Mingjue would bite them.

“I meant stab them!” he explained, far too late; Nie Huaisang was already rolling around laughing to the point of tears. “I have a saber. I can stab people! I’m actually very scary, you know!”

Nie Huaisang hadn’t believed him one bit and had carried on, seemingly at peace and forgetting everything, but Nie Mingjue had gone seeking advice from all of his elders and counselors and the more dependable senior disciples of his sect, abruptly terrified that he was permanently damaging Nie Huaisang by raising him the wrong way or something. Didn’t children need encouragement at that age? Weren’t they all young and tender peaches liable to be bruised at the slightest glance or young sprouts that needed to be sheltered from the harsh wind lest they grow up crooked?

Everyone assured him that children were hardier than they appeared, flexible and capable of bouncing back from just about anything. He'd pressed, though, pointing out that even the most flexible wood would eventually form a crack in the face of a vicious hurricane, and in the end they'd admitted that it was better to avoid applying too much pressure at too young an age, that a child squeezed too hard or not hard enough might develop neuroses that would hinder them in the future.

They mostly tried not to look at him when they said that, presumably thinking to themselves that Nie Mingjue was little more than a child himself and had already been subject to the worst pressures possible, which would undoubtedly result in who knows what future issues, but he hadn’t paid that part any mind. As far as he was concerned, his life was already a loss – he had sworn to take revenge for his father, to make that ancient monster Wen Ruohan pay with his life for what he had done and furthermore he'd sworn to pay back the blood debt in full before any of that burden passed to Nie Huaisang.

Letting Nie Huaisang grow up happy – that was what mattered.

Letting him be insulted when Nie Mingjue wasn’t looking played no part in that plan. If Nie Huaisang were going to be insulted, let it be by outsiders who he wouldn’t need to care about! Within their Nie sect, at minimum, he should be doted upon and honored, or else those responsible would have to explain themselves to Nie Mingjue.

Those dark thoughts still lingering in his mind, he had gone to the Lotus Pier for a discussion conference, and that, perhaps, was where it really started.

Rumor had already made the entire cultivation world aware that Jiang Fengmian had found the orphaned son of Cangse Sanren and Wei Changze, and that he had taken him into his home as his ward, allowing him to become a Jiang sect disciple – treating him almost as one of the family, even. That much was known, so it didn’t come as much of a surprise when Jiang Fengmian proudly introduced him or even more proudly showed him off, praising him to the high heavens.

What did come as a surprise was how little he praised his own son standing beside him, despite them being only a few days apart in age. It was as if Jiang Fengmian had simply forgotten that such a creature existed, much less that he had himself contributed to its spawning, and the constant looks of hope – invariably crushed – the child sent him made it clear that the present situation had been going on for some time.

Fuck you, Nie Mingjue thought, seeing red, seeing instead Nie Huaisang in his failed saber classes, struggling so desperately to keep up with the rest even though his body wouldn’t allow for it, being told he was useless and a good-for-nothing and fit for nothing but marriage. Fuck you, Jiang Fengmian.

He couldn’t say that, of course.

So instead he said, “Excellent stance,” to the child, who'd received the courtesy name Wanyin but seemed to be universally called Jiang Cheng. “Do you know the others in the set?”

Jiang Cheng, staring at him, very slowly nodded, and demonstrated them.

“Absolutely perfect,” Nie Mingjue said loudly, drawing attention to himself with his over-loud voice that everyone would automatically forgive on account on him being both a Nie and a young man. “You can see how hard you’ve worked at it, and it has paid off handsomely. You are very lucky in your son, Sect Leader Jiang.”

“…thank you,” Jiang Fengmian said, a little bemused at being interrupted. He’d been talking yet again about Wei Wuxian’s brilliance at picking up the sword again after years of living on the streets without practice, even though at the moment the smiling boy's admittedly impressive skills were still largely wild and undisciplined.

Nie Mingjue nodded, and said: “When exactly did you say the opening festivities would be starting?”

Jiang Fengmian had clearly forgotten about that in his enthusiasm, so he quickly hurried back to the actual subject at hand and the discussion conference was started in earnest.

It was almost enough to allow Nie Mingjue to forget the matter and put it behind him.

Or, it would have been, if only Jiang Fengmian hadn’t continued to insert praise for Wei Wuxian at every possible instance – it was as if he were the man’s first-born son, rather than another person’s child.

Irritated beyond belief, Nie Mingjue started complimenting Jiang Cheng every time Jiang Fengmian said something nice about Wei Wuxian, and he made sure to keep his compliments accurate: he was a hard worker, dedicated and sincere, thoughtful, clever, not overly arrogant…

“Wei Wuxian came up with his own ideas for a sword style already,” Jiang Fengmian claimed at one point. “You can see him on the training ground now, practicing it – take a look!”

Nie Mingjue picked up a stone and flicked it over with his fingers, making Wei Wuxian jump half a chi into the air and nearly fall on his ass.

“Weak foundation, and he over-commits,” he analyzed dryly, because it was true, and because no one else was saying it. He didn't make it any harsher than it had to be: he had nothing against the boy himself, of course; it was only that he knew from experience that it was much easier to be the one being complimented than the one not. “He’s got his head so high in the clouds that his feet are barely touching the ground – the weakest fierce corpse would knock him flat as a pancake with a childish style like that. He’d be better off sticking with orthodox or he’ll end up in real trouble one day.”

“Sect Leader Nie, really,” Jiang Fengmian said disapprovingly. “He’s only nine.”

“Old enough to pick up bad habits,” Nie Mingjue retorted. “Your son’s the same age and he’s as steady as a rock. If Jiang Cheng keeps going as he is, he’ll have a strong enough base to outlast the fiercest storm.”

“A rock has no imagination,” Jiang Fengmian said, and was he actually arguing that his son was inferior? Out loud, in front of outsiders? Did the man have no shame? “Mingjue, you’re young, but you must know that my Jiang sect prizes freedom and creativity as the highest virtue –”

“Would you rather build a house using a firework or a foundation stone?” Nie Mingjue asked, doing his best not to outwardly bristle at the condescendingly intimate use of his name by someone who might be technically his elder but legally his equal. “Tell me, Fengmian, does your Jiang sect’s acclaimed ‘freedom’ only allow for people to be as fluid as the river and not as steady as the earth?”

Jiang Fengmian faltered, clearly not knowing how to answer that.

Nie Mingjue raised his hands in a sarcastic salute: “As the leader of a sect whose style is based on a grounded foundation, I would be very happy if you would educate me in your wisdom. No doubt my peers would benefit as well.”

Perhaps it was at that point that Jiang Fengmian realized that his words could be misinterpreted as an insult to all the sects whose styles were less free-flowing than the Jiang – just about all of them except for maybe the Lan and their subsidiary sects, given their preference for techniques modeled on the wind over the water – and moreover that this was a discussion conference, where every word was political, and that a great deal of people were glaring balefully at him. He hastily moved the conversation onwards, and left the subject of his sons for another day.

Later that evening, Madame Yu came over to where Nie Mingjue was nursing a bowl of very fine wine that he didn’t especially feel like consuming. Before he could start worrying about the Purple Spider’s intentions, she said, voice stiff, “Your words regarding my son are too kind. His skills are still inferior; he has a great deal of progress yet to be made.”

“He’s only nine,” Nie Mingjue said, feeling mortified that she’d noticed his little temper tantrum, which he had belatedly realized was probably extremely obvious. “Anyway, I wasn't lying. He has a good foundation; he’ll be a fearsome cultivator one day, there’s no doubt. I only said what I saw.”

“You didn’t comment about Wei Wuxian,” she said. “You must have noticed his genius.”

“Geniuses don’t need to be praised overmuch,” Nie Mingjue said. He himself had been termed a genius by his teachers, and he’d hated every single moment of it – couldn’t he just be good at things without having people fall all over themselves to compliment him? He’d enjoyed it at the start, but after a while it had started to wear on him; he was expected to be a genius in all things, and being simply ordinary was suddenly seen as failing. “It’s the ones that have to work hard that do, or else they’ll be discouraged…comparing someone to another person’s child works as a spur to a certain extent, but after a while it loses its potency as a tool.”

Your husband is a fucking idiot, he didn’t say. It’s his own son! How could he speak like that about him? Shouldn’t he be holding him in his palms like a gentle flame, protecting him from the wind and rain? How can he bear to scold his son when he hasn't shown that the scolding is meant for his benefit?

“Perhaps,” Madame Yu said, but it was clear on her face that she wasn’t about to start taking parenting advice from a half-grown sprout like Nie Mingjue. “Nevertheless, your words were kind.”

She swept away after that, much to his relief. He shook his head and daydreamed about a magic tool that would make this whole nightmarish experience go by that much quicker.

In the end, it went by at the same speed it always did. It could have ended there, but Nie Mingjue kept up the habit of blatantly complimenting Jiang Cheng in future sect conferences as well, if only because it clearly irritated Jiang Fengmian – less because Nie Mingjue was praising his son and more because it was so obviously meant as an indirect critique of Jiang Fengmian’s skills as a parent or sect leader, and moreover it reminded all the other sects of that unfortunate interchange and made them less inclined to listen to him – and of course, because, well, once you’ve started a charge, you had to finish it even if you came to your senses about halfway through.

He made sure to keep it proportionate, of course, since there was nothing worse than false praise. He didn’t really mean anything by it, other than the half-formed thought that someone ought to be doing it – that the boy should know that someone looked at him and Wei Wuxian and remembered to praise him first. Nie Mingjue praised Wei Wuxian too, of course, since the boy often deserved it; it was only that he made a particular point not to forget about Jiang Cheng, either.

(He also made sure the other sect leaders saw how well the technique could be used to fluster Jiang Fengmian, an intrusion into his personal life that could be masked in perfect politeness, and several of them picked up the same tact, though less consistently than Nie Mingjue – Sect Leaders Jin and Wen, naturally, always looking for a weakness, but interestingly enough also Lan Qiren, who was normally above such petty maneuvers. Possibly he was actually just complimenting Jiang Cheng because he sincerely approved of him.)

He didn’t think much of it.

Nie Mingjue didn’t think much of it during the other discussion conferences, or when he came to the Cloud Recesses to pick up Nie Huaisang, who had – amazingly – actually managed to pass this time, although the expression on Lan Qiren’s face suggested the pass might have more to do with the other sect leader’s desire to never see Nie Huaisang haunt his classroom ever again.

“You know what, don’t tell me. Tell me….hm…how did Jiang Wanyin do?” Nie Mingjue asked, hand over his eyes as if it could forestall the headache. “He’s a bright boy, and knows how to put his mind to something when he wants. Tell me about him instead, it’ll be less depressing.”

“He’s very bright,” Lan Qiren agreed. “Very thoughtful, and very thorough. He sometimes errs towards conservatism out of fear of giving the wrong answer, but that’s just a matter of confidence; his thinking is very good. He’s very clear-sighted as long as the matter is logical, rather than emotional.”

“No surprise,” Nie Mingjue grunted. “He’ll be a sect leader worthy of respect, in his time.”

When he’s rid of that father of his dragging him down, he thought ungraciously, and he saw Lan Qiren bob his head in a sharp nod of unspoken agreement.

“All right,” he said. “I’m adequately fortified now. Tell me about Huaisang.”

Lan Qiren gave him a look of profound sympathy.

It wasn’t until much later, during the Sunshot Campaign, that it was first called to his attention – by Jiang Cheng himself, oddly enough.

“Why do you keep doing that?” he hissed, having stayed behind after one of their meetings.

Nie Mingjue blinked at him. “Doing – what?”

“You – you said – about me…!”

Nie Mingjue tried to recall what he’d said during the meeting just now. “That you – were doing an excellent job while facing much higher level of obstacles than everyone else?” he hazarded, because he had said something like that. “Or was it the bit about how if any of them had needed to rebuild their sect and fight at the same time, we’d all be doomed because they couldn’t multitask for shit?”

Yeah, it was probably that one.

“I didn’t mean any offense by referencing what happened to your sect,” he said, hoping to explain. “It was only –”

“I didn’t take offense,” Jiang Cheng mumbled. “It’s fine. I mean, it’s not fine, but – it happened, everyone knows that it happened, not talking about it isn’t going to make it not have happened. That’s not what I meant…why do you keep saying such nice things about me?”

Nie Mingjue blinked at him. “Because they’re true?”

Jiang Cheng’s cheeks flushed red. “You’ve always said nice things about me. Ever since I was a little kid – every time you saw me, at the discussion conferences, or the Cloud Recesses, or even in your letters to my father…”

He had in fact done that.

“I just want to know why. Is it – my father’s not around, you can’t be doing it just to piss him off, even though I know that was part of it. Why me?”

Nie Mingjue coughed a little, having not realized that Jiang Cheng had noticed. Or possibly even overheard, in regards to the Cloud Recesses. “I’m sure you’re familiar with the concept of the other person’s child,” he said, and Jiang Cheng nodded his head sharply, clearly thinking of Wei Wuxian. “You’re Huaisang’s.”

“Me?” Jiang Cheng seemed unduly vulnerable when he asked. “You compare him – to me?”

“It’s amazing he tolerated you at the Cloud Recesses,” Nie Mingjue said with a sigh. In fact, his brother had all but declared war on Jiang Cheng in absentia on account of all Nie Mingjue’s comments, only for his first letter home from the Cloud Recesses that year to be I see why you like him! He’s cute! A perfect match for you! because he’d apparently decided that Nie Mingjue had a crush on the boy.

Which he certainly hadn’t – at least not when he’d been that age, anyway. Jiang Cheng had grown up to embody every single one of the compliments Nie Mingjue had paid him when he’d been younger, especially with the maturity and natural aura of command that came to him after his personal tragedy.

“But why…you knew Wei Wuxian about as well as you knew me.”

Nie Mingjue snorted. “And that would have helped Huaisang how, exactly? If I wanted to compare him with someone who picked things up the first time they saw it, I wouldn’t need to go outside the Nie sect for that – I was also considered a genius when I was young. It’s no failing to be born without a vast and unending natural talent; Huaisang’s issue has always been his unwillingness to put in the effort.”

Jiang Cheng stared at him.

“Anyway, your father was so blinded by his adoration for Wei Wuxian that he overlooked your merits, which are different but no less impressive,” Nie Mingjue added. “As someone who was trying to figure out how to raise a child, it irritated me; I thought someone ought to make it clear to you that you were seen.”

“Yes,” Jiang Cheng said, his voice strangely hoarse. “Yes, you – you succeeded.”

He paused for a moment, meeting Nie Mingjue’s eyes intently, and then abruptly said, “I’ll be leaving,” and dashed out.

Nie Mingjue wasn’t entirely sure if that meant he should stop or not. Jiang Cheng had said he wasn’t offended…anyway, it was a fixed habit by now. He’d been doing it for over half his life! He couldn’t stop that easily! It would be like trying to stop his temper, or a charge – there was nothing for it.

Jiang Cheng would just have to live with a few compliments.

“Wow, you’re an idiot,” Nie Huaisang said when he told him about the incident, months later while he was lying in bed, recovering from the disaster that had been the end of the war. “I’ll fix this.”

“Fix what?”

“I’m going to tell him you’re dying,” Nie Huaisang decided.

“You’re going to do what?!”

“Stay in bed, da-ge! Doctor’s orders!”

The Nie sect chief doctor was an extremely terrifying person. Nie Mingjue stayed in bed.

Some time later, Jiang Cheng stormed in, face pale.

“Huaisang’s a rotten liar and I’m going to be fine,” Nie Mingjue said at once.

Jiang Cheng stopped mid-storm, and abruptly deflated. “Really?”

“Really. I would’ve stopped him, but I’m stuck in bed for the moment.”

Jiang Cheng took a seat next to him. “That sounds serious. You shouldn’t underestimate war wounds, especially given your sect’s tendency towards qi deviations...”

“Compassionate as well,” Nie Mingjue teased. “I’ll have to add that to the rotation of compliments.”

Jiang Cheng flushed red. “You’re…planning on continuing?”

“For the rest of my life, however short it might be,” Nie Mingjue said, because he was an honest person, even when it was inconvenient. He was going to explain about the habit, and the concept of stopping mid-charge, but he didn’t manage to start before Jiang Cheng grabbed him by the collar and pulled him up into a kiss.

After that, he figured that maybe explaining that part of it wasn’t necessary. He might be slow on the uptake, but he wasn’t actually stupid.

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final-fantasy-imagines · 3 years

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Hello! New to your blog! Saw request are open! Yayyy! May I request a Cloud Strife drabble were reader is allergic to flowers and since Cloud hangs around Aerith they sneeze a lot and he gets confused as to why they tend to slightly avoid him since he kind of likes them- the reader does too.

Hey there! Welcome to my blog, I hope you'll have a great time here. <3 Thank you for your request, I really liked the idea and I hope I did it justice. Take care and stay safe!

Bless you, sneezy – Cloud Strife x gn!reader

“(Y/N)! It’s so good to see you again!”

Cloud looked up from his drink at Tifa’s cheerful greetings. She was smiling, just like she always did when a new customer entered her bar but this time, she seemed to be truly excited. And he could totally understand why.

Because he was excited, too, although he actually managed to fight back the smile that had started to form on his lips as soon as he heard you say, “Hi, Tifa!”

He always acted like that when he was around you – well, not always. In the beginning of your acquaintanceship, he had been quite approachable, at least for his usual standards, and had even initiated a conversation with you from time to time, unlike he did with others. He had valued your company, catching himself admiring you every so often.

But now… well, he wasn’t so sure if you actually shared the sympathy he felt for you.

Cloud turned his face away and pretended to focus on his drink when you approached the bar. You gave him a nod and greeted him with a brief “Oh, hi Cloud!” before returning your attention to Tifa who was already reaching out for a glass to pour you your favorite drink.

From the corner of his eye, Cloud could see the smile that flashed over your face as you thanked her before picking up your glass and looking around to find the perfect spot to sit. He pressed his lips together, watching you as you purposely overlooked the empty barstool right next to him to sit down at the other end of the bar counter, ensuring that there were two seats empty between the two of you.

He held back a sigh. “Hi, (Y/N),” he mumbled, his voice way too quiet for you to actually hear it but as it seemed, you weren’t interested in a conversation anyway.

And recently, it was always like that. You avoided him all the time, keeping your distance whenever you had to be in the same room, despite the fact that you had actually gotten along quite well in the beginning. He didn’t understand where things had gone wrong, and he had no idea what he should do to fix it. Not to mention that there was a nagging fear that everything he could try would make your relationship even worse.

He took a sip from his drink, one of Tifa’s new creations which he always got to try before she served it to other customers, while he continued to watch you, almost as if he could figure out what you were thinking just by staring at you.

You weren’t paying attention to him. Instead, you were focused on chitchatting with Tifa, telling her about your day while you stirred your drink with your straw. Then, all of a sudden, you scrunched up your nose, a few tears welling up in your eyes – and then, you quickly buried your face in your hands before letting out a heart-wrenching sneeze.

“Bless you,” Tifa said but another sneeze coming from you drowned her word out.

Cloud’s eyes widened when you sneezed a third time. Why did it sound so goddamn adorable? He wasn’t supposed to find everything about you cute! And still, he somehow did.

You sniffled and pulled a tissue out of your pocket to blow your nose. “Geez,” you mumbled, wiping the tears from your eyes. “Damn allergies.”

Cloud was still staring at you. And then, before he could stop himself, he asked, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. I’m just… I have allergies. Some things just make me sneeze all the time. No need to worry.”

“Oh,” he replied slowly. You sniffled again. “Yeah. It’s usually not that bad but-“

Another sneeze cut you short, and you laughed; a quiet, awkward laugh. “Well – whenever you’re near it seems to get even worse.”

He wasn’t sure whether you were joking or not but it probably didn’t matter anyway. “What kind of allergies?” he pumped you in an almost desperate attempt to keep the conversation going, now that you were finally talking to him again.

“Flowers, mostly,” you replied and shrugged. “But there must be something else as well because – well, I guess, you don’t spend your time surrounded by flowers, so that can’t be the explanation why I apparently can’t,” you paused and pinched the bridge of your nose when you felt the familiar tingle building up again, “stop sneezing around you.”

Cloud frowned. Then, when he fully understood what you were trying to say, a surprised chuckle escaped his throat. Could it really be that simple?

“Actually, I do,” he said slowly. You raised an eyebrow. “What?”

“I do spend a lot of time around flowers,” he explained, shaking his head in disbelief. “I can’t believe that’s why you’ve been avoiding me. I thought – well, I thought it had something to do with me. That you started to dislike me or something.”

“You – what?” You looked at him, your eyes filled with utter confusion before you started to laugh. “Cloud, I’m not avoiding you! Or, maybe I do but that’s not because I don’t like you. It’s because you smell like flowers all the damn time and the constant sneezing is really annoying!”

“This is ridiculous.” Cloud shook his head once again, completely baffled by his own stupidity. The whole situation could have been so much easier if he had just asked you about the sudden change in your behavior instead of visiting Aerith over and over again, unknowingly making things worse with every hour he had spent with the flower girl to ask her for advice regarding you.

You rolled your eyes but there was also a soft smile tugging at the corners of your mouth when you stood up and sat down on the barstool next to him, ignoring the fact that your eyes started to water again. “You really thought I didn’t like you?” “Well, what was I supposed to think? Whenever we met, you either turned around and left immediately or you spent the entire time on the other side of the room!”

“Because you make me sneeze!”

The two of you laughed, earning an amused smile from Tifa while she polished a glass. Then, you reached out for his hand. “Cloud,” you said softly, “I’m sorry. I should have taken the time to explain my allergy to you instead of avoiding you.”

He looked at you, an almost tender expression in his blue eyes, and your breath hitched in your throat. “Nevermind. I understand it now.”

For a few seconds, you kept staring at each other, unwittingly leaning in until you were so close to him that you could smell the sweet scent of flowers again. And, as if by command, you had to turn away to sneeze, effectively spoiling the mood.

“Cloud, I really like you but please go and change your clothes, or else I will sneeze myself to death when I try to kiss your stupid face.”

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starryevermore · 2 years

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just like her: the kind of man who makes me sad (17) ✧ andy barber

just like her ✧ an andy barber series | ao3

pairing: dark!andy barber x fem!reader

summary: he finds out.

word count: 1,530

warning(s): pregnancy, laurie’s a bitch, reader is sick, vomitting, pet name (sunshine), not proofread

note: there is no set update schedule for this; new parts come whenever they come.

October

You lived in a permanent state of exhaustion. Against the advice of your OB/GYN, you were working as many hours as you possibly could at the diner. You were nearly halfway through your pregnancy, and you needed as much money as you could earn for your little baby. And if that meant working from the morning, lunch, and dinner shifts, then so be it.

It was getting harder, though, as your baby bump began to show. The diner already had its fair share of creeps as patrons. But now? Now it seemed the creeps came out in full force, asking you if your baby daddy was in the picture, if you needed a big strong man to help you. The more they spoke, the more vile, disgusting things came out of their force. They were, however, sometimes your biggest tippers, so you painted on a smile, laughing at their comments, waiting for it all to be over with.

As you were beginning to learn, luck was not on your side.

For, as you watched the hostess sit people, you realized that Andy Barber and his oh so lovely wife Laurie had just been sat in your section.

Panic struck you. You hadn’t seen either one of them since May, when Andy…did what he did, and when Laurie told you to leave Andy. You looked around, trying to find someone who could take the table from you. Sandy, though, was the only other waitress working at the moment.

You followed her as she went into the kitchen, asking, “Hey, can I ask you to cover a table for me?”

She looked back at you. “No.”

“Please?” you asked. “You know I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important.”

“The answer is still no.”

“Please, I really need this. I know these people, and, and, they’re not going to be happy to see me.”

She looked you up and down, her gaze settling on your protruding belly. “Well, perhaps you shouldn’t have spread your legs for a taken man then, hmm? Deal with your own fuckin’ fallout. I’ve already been oversat, and I don’t need to take any more tables.”

You wanted to cry. You almost did. Damn your fucking hormones. But you managed to stop the waterworks before they started, and went back out, holding onto your notepad and pen tightly as you went out to Andy and Laurie’s table.

“Sorry for your wait,” you said, keeping your eyes down. “My name’s Y/N, I’ll be your server. Can I get you two anything to drink to start?”

You glanced up when neither of them said anything. Both of them were staring, eyes locked on your baby bump. You could practically see the gears turning in Laurie’s mind, trying to calculate just when you would have gotten pregnant to be showing this much. You shifted on your feet.

“We, uh, have Coke products, iced tea, lemonade,” you listed.

Andy looked up, eyes locking with yours. “I’ll have water, thank you.”

You jotted it down, then looked to Laurie. “And for you?”

You could feel the thousands of words on the tip of her tongue, and you waited for her to lay into you, to call you a thousand horrible names. And you probably would have deserved every single one. Instead, though, she said, “A lemonade.”

You nodded. “I’ll go put that in and be back in a few minutes to take your orders.”

They quickly became your most difficult table. Well, Laurie did, anyways. Andy didn’t say many words to you. No, he just watched, silent, as if he was trying to figure out what to say, if he could say it in front of his wife.

Nothing was right for Laurie. She had you remake everything a thousand times over it felt.

“This lemonade’s too sweet.” (Fine, a fair complaint.)

“Now it’s too sour.” (You barely changed anything.)

“This is the same lemonade as before.” (It wasn’t.)

“You should just let me make the damn lemonade since you’re so incapable.” (You wanted to rip your hair out.)

“Excuse you, I clearly asked for there to be no onions on this.” (She didn’t.)

“Why isn’t there any onions? The menu said onions would be included.” (You wanted to scream.)

By the time it came for dessert, Laurie was yelling at you because you brought her cherry pie when she said she asked for a cheesecake (she hadn’t). You couldn’t take it anymore. You ripped off your apron, shouting that you were sick of this shit and that you were quitting, storming through the diner to get your personal things from your locker before trying to return to your apartment.

It was as if the spell on Andy had broken. He jumped up, following you out of the diner, shouting after you. “Y/N! Y/N, wait!”

“What?!” you snapped, spinning around. “What do you fucking want?! Was it not enough that your fucking wife had to fucking humiliate me in there?! Are you two trying to ruin my life!?”

“She didn’t mean it,” he said. His eyes fell to your belly. “She just…We haven’t had any luck. She’d gotten pregnant last month, but then she miscarried…And seeing you…”

“Oh fuck off, I didn’t ask for this shit.”

“I had wanted to ask why you didn’t come back to school,” he said, as if you hadn’t said anything, “but I can see why now. Can I ask? If…if it’s mine?”

You looked away, the tears nearly spilling over. “You can ask. I won’t answer. The baby’s mine, one hundred percent.”

“Y/N—”

“Deal with your own fucking family, and leave mine alone.”

If only you knew how alone you would soon be.

It had been a few weeks since Andy had taken you out of the basement. You figured it had at least been a month since he’d taken you. You’d been doing your best to play the role of the perfect housewife, but it was becoming harder and harder to not just snap under the pressure. It felt like it was just a ticking time bomb until you finally explode.

“I was thinking,” Andy said over the clinking of the silverware at breakfast one morning, “that maybe you could start a garden.”

“You trust me outside?” you asked, not quite believing it. You hadn’t gotten anywhere close to the outside since, well, he took you. You were too afraid to even get close to the windows, afraid he think you might be looking for a way to escape and then all the progress you’d made would be ruined.

“You’ve been a good girl, sunshine. I think that should be rewarded.”

You shook your head, a wave of sickness washing over you. You had been getting more and more sick recently, barely able to keep meals down nowadays. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”

Andy’s brows furrowed together. “I don’t understand.”

“We both know I kill everything I touch. A garden would be no different.”

“Sunshine, don’t say that—”

The wave of sickness washed over you again and you hurtled yourself out of your seat before Andy could finish his sentence. You barely made it to the bathroom in time, barely made it over the toilet as you wretched and gagged.

Andy came behind you, pulling your hair from your face, shushing you as you threw up. “It’s okay, sunshine, it’s okay,” he cooed. “That’s it, let it out. You’ll be fine in just a minute.”

Finally, you sat back, wiping at your mouth with the back of your hand. “I’m sorry,” you whispered. “I didn’t mean to ruin our breakfast.”

Andy only smiled, helping you up to your feet, handing you your toothbrush so you could brush your teeth. As you did so, he said, “You didn’t ruin anything, sunshine. If anything, you made it better.”

You were quiet for a couple minutes as you brushed your teeth. After you spit out the toothpaste and swished some water in your mouth, spitting it out too, you said, “What do you mean?”

“Oh, sunshine, don’t you see? Our family’s about to get bigger.”

And it dawned on you. Why you’d been feeling so sick. Why you felt like you were ready to snap. “Already?”

“I’ll have to get you some tests to be sure,” Andy said. “But I’m positive. Well, you’re positive.”

You forced out a laugh at his joke.

“I’m going to have to go to the store to get the test, okay? I’ll be back as soon as I can. But while I’m gone, I want you to rest. Go back to our room and take a nap or read or something. Just take it easy.” He ran his hand over your stomach, smiling softly. “We wouldn’t want you to get too stressed, would we?”

Too late for that. But you only nodded, going to the master bedroom while Andy gathered his things to go to the store. And, while you laid in the bed, you prayed that it was just some sort of stomach bug. Because, while this was integral to your plan, you still weren’t quite ready to go through this heartache all over again.

#just like her: an andy barber series #andy barber imagine #andy barber x reader #andy barber x you #andy barber x y/n #andy barber x fem!reader #andy barber x female reader #andy barber fic #andy barber fanfic #andy barber fan fic #andy barber fanfiction #andy barber fan fiction #starrywrites #starryevermore

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fuckingthefictional · 3 years

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Hi! I would like a request about Derek from teen wolf, please. The reader is trying to approach him, taking care of him "because Derek is too busy taking care of the others", BUT IT'S BEING SO HARD because of all of his past. Derek and the reader argue one night because of the overprotective nature of the reader about him, and when she tries to leave the loft, completely upset with Derek, he tries to fix things between them. Could you do this with a lot of angst and, then, tons of fluff? Thanks!

Ignored

Pairing: Derek Hale x Reader

Warnings: Angst bbyyyy, and some fluffy goodness at the end, not checked over (so probably a crap ton of spelling errors)

A/N: hello hope you enjoy, sorry it took forever! I’m so busy with work, college and personal issues that writing has been put on the back-burner.

When the name Derek Hale was mentioned- one immediately thought of the broody, salty, sarcastic young man who lived by himself after the tragic Hale house fire.

Nobody would ever associate the name Derek Hale and caring. It just wasn’t in his nature. Because under no circumstances could Derek be remotely kind, caring or soft in any way possible.

That’s what people thought of Derek. But not you- or the majority of the pack for that matter.

Yes, you saw where others came from with their ideas and judgement (Derek’s lack of colour in his wardrobe obviously didn’t help either).

But to you when you heard the name Derek Hale, you immediately thought of the kind hearted man who would give up anything for the safety of his friends and family (as much as he claimed otherwise).

You knew him differently, you knew him like the back of your hand. You knew that his favourite food was Spagetti Carbonara without the mushrooms, that he didn’t like Coca Cola, that he secretly loved watching trashy tv shows like keeping up with the kardashians, and most importantly that he was running himself ragged.

He had bitten off more than he could chew when it came to helping everyone out. He was the one giving lifts and helping with homework and hosting pack nights, and handling Isaac’s nightmares, all of this happening at the same time as some supposed lizard creature being on the loose.

You had been ignored by Derek Hale for approximately 72 hours. Now this wouldn’t be bad if it weren’t for two things.

1. He wasn’t aware that he was actively ignoring you.

2. The idiot wasn’t your husband of 2 years.

Over 68 hours ago you hadn’t minded, you had even brushed the silence and distance off- knowing that Derek liked to have a little time to himself.

But when it hit the 5 hour mark of the 4th day, frustration and disappointment had begun to set in.

There was one more thing that made the whole situation worse. He was blatantly ignoring you- and only you.

It hurt. You could admit that to yourself easily without any qualms at all. It hurt.

Whether that was to do with the whole ‘mate’ side of things you didn’t know- all that you did know was that Derek Hale was drowning and he wasn’t going to swim until everyone else was okay.

Thud, thud, thud, creaak

“Der please sit down”

“I can’t. I gotta figure this shit out before the school finishes for the day.” Derek grunted from his spot in the middle of the room. His head firmly stuck in the thick, dusty book that he had been pouring through for the majority of the afternoon.

“Der please, take a break.” You pleaded with him, begging him to just stop for a second and relax.

“I can’t,” Derek murmured again, before he pivoted in his heel and walked away up the staircase.

His heavy footfalls retreated upstairs, the musty book still clutched in his grasp.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you willed the tears in your eyes to stay put and to not roll down your cheeks in fat drops.

Why couldn’t you be enough for him?

The next plea came around 2 hours later, when you brought a bowl of homemade pasta and garlic bread up to Derek. Hoping that just maybe it would strike up a conversation, that maybe he would utter more than two short sentences to you.

“Babe- I made you lunch.” You elbowed your way into the room, balancing the bowl and plate in your hands.

“Just leave it on the desk.” He motioned to an empty slot on the overcrowded surface.

“I just thought that maybe we could have lunch together, have some time with each-other.”

“Y/N/N’s I would- but I have so much to do. Stiles and Scott are already on my ass about the damn lizard freak in town.”

“Der, you need to take a break.” You placed your hands on his shoulders. Instead of feeling them relax you could feel his muscles tense up.

Shrugging your hands off, he pushed the fresh plate of food away, “I can’t.” He spoke simply.

“But-“ you tried to object in protest, trying to plead with the broad shouldered man in front of you- hoping that maybe, just maybe he would come to his senses.

He did not.

“I said no Y/N.” Derek ground out, “I’m busy. Please for the love of God stop bothering me.”

The words stung you, causing you to stumble back in shock. Derek had a hard exterior, everybody knew that. But he had never spoken like that to you.

He had promised on your wedding day that he would always be kind, that he would be your biggest supporter and largest source of love.

But all those words felt like lies now. You felt alone, like an empty shell of yourself. Why couldn’t you just be enough?

Hours flew by, the watch on Derek’s wrist occasionally beeping to signify the new hour. If he were being honest- he had lost track of what the time was.

The only signifier was that Stiles, Scott and the others were in his presence- meaning it was at least 4pm

And judging by the sky outside of his office window, it was late evening, as the sky itself had melted from cool blues into a fantastic array of oranges and purples.

But besides the low chatters and bickering coming from Isaac and Stiles, the house felt almost too quiet.

There was no tv hum coming from the living room, no occasional flush or running of water from the restroom, no sizzle from food coming on the oventop, no sound of a page in a book turning. Nothing. Just silence.

“Hey Derek,” He looked up to see Scott staring at him, “Where’s Y/N?”

“Well-“

“Yeah, I haven’t seen her yet today.” Isaac chimed in.

“I’m not actually too sure.”

Derek was met with a sea of blank stares.

“I’m sorry- there’s a kanima out there roaming Beacon Hills, the very same kanima that is killing more people by the day. And you don’t know where your wife is?” Stiles asked incredulously, “Are you kidding me.”

“Well I’ve been so caught up on this research that I haven’t been spending as much time with her.” Derek attempted to defend himself.

“Derek, please tell me that you haven’t been ignoring your wife.”

Everybody had there eyes on him again.

“Well-“

There was an uproar of protests, all of which were yelling at Derek for ignoring and deserting his wife.

“You better find her Derek, before something happens and you regret it for the rest of your life.”

You really didn’t know how long you had been out here for. All you knew was that the night was closing in and the chill was setting in your bones.

But you didn’t want to go back to the loft, you honestly didn’t think you could handle seeing Derek after his outburst earlier.

The cold, damp ground soaked into your body- sucking all the warmth out of your body at a creeping pace.

The spot you sat in, hadn’t changed much since your first date with Derek. It was still isolated and it gave off the best views in Beacon Hills. Nobody knew about it but you and Derek.

Sighing deeply, you looked out over the viewing point- watching the tiny specks of light flicker in the distance. Every single light showed a different life that was being lived, each one with their own struggles. Beacon Hills was something else to say the least.

“I knew I could find you here.” A familiar voice broke your train of thought.

You kept silent, staring straight ahead, willing that your bottom lip wouldn’t start trembling and the flood gate wouldn’t open in your eyes.

“Look I’m sorry.”

You sniffed, still unable to look your husband in the eyes, “Are you though?” You briefly shut your eyes to stop any tears from breaking through, “or are you just saying that to get on my good side.”

You could feel Derek’s presence settle down besides your own. His breath creating little puffs of mist under the dark sky.

“I didn’t realise you were trying to help me, until it was too late and you’d left the apartment” He muttered, “It’s my fault, I should’ve taken your advice, I should’ve listened to you.”

You listened intently, knowing his words were sincere and heartfelt, “Why didn’t you listen to me then Der?” You responded bitterly.

“Because accepting help means showing weakness, and showing weakness is something I haven’t done since before the fire.” Derek’s voice was small now, “Before I met you, accepting help was off the table- I was a lone wolf, with no pack or family. And now I’ve found you and I’m desperate to not lose that again, I can’t lose you to this new threat in town- I can’t be alone again.”

Silence hung heavy in the air as your husband’s words set in. It made sense to you; why he was studying non-stop, why he had barely slept or ate.

It was apparent that while he was trying to protect his loved ones, he was also pushing them away in the process. That needed to change.

“You won’t be alone Der,” You lay your head down on his shoulder, “I promise that much- it’s you and me forever.”

“Through every supernatural event that happens in this town?”

You giggled softly, “Yes, and every single thing in between.”

#derekhale #derek hale #derek hale x reader #derek hale x you #derek hale imagines #teen wolf imagine #teen wolf masterlist #teenwolf #teen wolf #requested

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regrettablewritings · 2 years

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Hey sweetie, it's always a treat when you open your inbox <3 I'd like to ask C, D, F and J for our lawyer boy Foggy Nelson. Thank you in advance!

Thank you very much, luvvy!

C (Communicate - what is their love language?): Just because he’s not going out every night in a skintight leather jumpsuit to beat up baddies, doesn’t mean that Foggy isn’t doing his part in the community. Foggy is an acts of service kind of guy and while he may not be as idealistic as Matt, he’s still often quite ready and willing to help. This becomes especially evident to you in your courting period, when he offers to help you fix up your craptastic, overpriced shoebox of an apartment. And not just by helping you move things: The man knows his way around some plumping and wiring. And the fact that he’s willing to do it for the price of a round of drinks at Rosie’s and at least $10 worth of 99-cent pizza? That’s how you know he’s already whipped for you.

He knows how rough it is out here and while he may not be rolling around in cash like what people expect of a lawyer, he never wants you to suffer and will do whatever he can to assure that you stay safely afloat and are taken care of. Even if that means he has to clean the dishes so that you don’t have to worry about them or pick up the clothes from the laundromat because you have to stay late at work.

Please appreciate what this man is readily doing for you. No, seriously, please: Words of affirmation is his love language. He knows cum laude from Columbia University, being fluent in Punjabi, and running his own law firm isn’t anything to sniff at, but he’s always felt somewhat secondary to the likes of Matt. After all, Matt was viewed as the more impressive one: Impressive in court, impressive in grades, impressive in terms of looks . . .

Foggy knows he’s not untalented or dumb, but he often worries that the world just views him as the goofball when standing next to Matt. So when you express to him that you have eyes only for him, that you adore him, that you think his butcher story is funny every time he tells it, that sometimes his smartness intimidates you?

The poor boy is a blushing mess, stammering, “W-well, er – I mean, Matt’s – ”

“I’m not dating Matt, Franklin,” you assert time and time again. That’s how he knows you’re serious: You call him by his actual name. “I’m dating you. And if Matt’s dating life is anything to go by, I believe that I have made the right choice here. Now shut up and let me adore you.”

You make a compelling argument. Proceed.

D (Devoted - how do they show they're serious?): It’s honestly a little hard to notice the progression that happens when Foggy decides he’d like to get serious with you. After all, he was already offering to help you around your place, offering you advice and such . . . But offering to help you do your taxes isn’t what most people would think of when they think romance. That being said, god, Foggy, stop being so sexy with that W2 –

It probably doesn’t really hit you until he enters phase two: Using “jokes” to test the waters. Just straight up corny nonsense such as, “I’m over here so often, I might as well live here” or “Okay, I’ve watered your windowsill plant . . . You think it recognizes me as its other parent? Am I plant daddy? . . . Am I daddy?” You’re starting to pick up what he’s dropping, but you can’t be sure if these are being dropped on purpose or just slipping out while he’s not minding his words.

But then . . . Phase three: Going to open house showings. Most places in New York had the audacity to only accept couples looking to buy, despite knowing damn well that most places in New York needed a family of nine with six of them working three jobs each to get buy. Interestingly, attending one of these sessions of snobbery was Foggy’s idea. He was even the one to coach you on what to do and how to act.

“Okay, we gotta sell this idea, alright? I’m talking, like, ‘young couple that is well-enough established despite being so young and just living in the moment until they inevitably unexpectedly get pregnant, realize they don’t want to raise their kid in the city, move to the suburbs, then move back to the city when the kid is on the cusp of puberty to help them sorta toughen up and reconnect with their urban rat roots – ’ ”

“Foggy, how much thought have you put into this?”

“I have a vision board hidden somewhere in my apartment, you just haven’t seen it yet,” he says as he takes your hand in his. You know his joking, but you’re also somewhat convinced. “Shall we?”

You weren’t not quite sure if you were playing the exact image Foggy directed you on, but you were certain you’re selling some kind of image, given how eager the realtor seemed to be. There were other couples, of course, but she seemed to hover around you and Foggy the most. Probably because Foggy was just better at banter than you were and knew his way around a conversation by trade. Or maybe it was because his hand barely left yours – and you didn’t mind that. Maybe it was helped by the fact that whenever he referred to you as “sweetie” or “babe”, you could feel a warmth in your cheeks that was never quite there all the other times someone else had called you either of those things.

Or perhaps it had something to do with the way he smiled at you whenever he glanced your way –

Oop. Yup. That was probably it.

You obviously don’t get the apartment. (“I mean, could you imagine the neighbors? We’re Hell’s Kitchen folk, they’ll wait until the garbage pickup is late and accuse us of bringing the property value down,” Foggy jokes after you both take your leave [pockets full of canapés richer, to boot].) But what you do get is a better understanding of what this relationship is probably headed towards. You can’t wait to see what happens next.

F (Flirty - how do they flirt?): Given that he doesn’t necessarily have the absolute highest opinion of himself, Foggy tends to lean into his skills to make himself more appealing to you. He knows it’s a little goofy, especially considering how the strapping handyman trope has taken a backseat to make way for the sexy CEO in a bespoke suit image, but it’s what he’s got. He wants to show you that he’s capable in various fields – a jack of many trades, so to speak. On top of that, though, he also tends to rely on his sense of humor. When he’s not stressing over a case or cracking down on his coworkers’ insane lives outside of the firm, Foggy is a pretty lighthearted person who’s ready to share his jokes just to make a person smile. And there’s no smile he wants to see more than your own.

He likes to regale you tales of his college years, or childhood stories where he was admittedly being a little turd but can easily laugh back on it now. He doesn’t necessarily mind it if you laugh with him so long as you still respect him. After all, he respects you plenty, as evidenced by how highly he speaks of you with other people. If your occupation or biggest interest is something that can be networked and includes a portfolio, he’s going to throw your name out there. During his relatively brief run with Hogarth, Chao & Benowitz there were surprisingly a few situations that could be interpreted as schmooze fests, and what sort of lawyer would he be if he couldn’t see an opportunity before him? Unlike most, however, Foggy was less prone to talking himself up for his own benefit and far more likely to be heard talking about his “extremely talented friend” and sharing your professional social media to encourage potential commissioners to seek out your work.

It may not be a direct form of flirting, but it counts because this man would praise you to your own Maker if he could. When it comes to talking with you directly, though . . . To be honest, you can’t exactly tell. They’re wrapped in light teasing, as though the compliments were a delicate lady and his tone served as a fancy coat for him to bundle her up in. They could easily be interpreted as a joke on your end but you can’t help but suspect that there’s intention beneath that smile, that twinkle in his eyes, hidden in that lilt.

“You can only use that pretty face of yours for so long, cupcake,” he might smirk when you pull off an impressive shot while playing pool.

“Oohh, it is evidently my birthday!” he would say, barely trying to hide that he was checking you out in your new outfit.

“C’mon, smart girl, put those brains to use; I wasted all mine in college!” is his encouragement during trivia night at Josie’s.

Foggy thinks the world of you. Truly, he does. But he never wants to put you in a position where you feel like you have to reciprocate. After all, he knows he’s not necessarily the most handsome or smart or brave or –

“Foggy, shut up and just kiss me,” you finally say one day. The winter coat is coming off.

J (Jealous - how jealous are they? How do they show it?):

Jealousy with Foggy is a bit of a weird one, in that how it presents depends a lot on how seriously you take his feelings. Because despite being a total catch at the end of the day, he still not without his own batch of insecurities. Whether he means to or not, he often finds himself comparing himself with Matt. And more often than not, those comparisons end with him being second fiddle to his own best friend. He doesn’t resent Matt for it, of course, but he also doesn’t exactly feel eager to view himself as such; who would?

And considering he already views you as The Greatest Damn thing since bodega bakeries, those thoughts don’t get much better. Because while he should be thinking, “Damn, I’m good; look who I managed to get!”, he sometimes falls into slumps where he thinks, “Damn, they could do so much better.” As a result of all this, Foggy’s instances of jealousy usually start off very quiet; almost like a somber puppy watching from afar. The person speaking to you is hella fine, he’ll admit, and they clearly know their way around a conversation like it’s a waltz. He doesn’t know anything about them besides perhaps their cool or auspicious occupation, but that’s really all Foggy may need before he starts to worry that maybe this person could provide better for you.

How it goes on from here can be dependent on whether or not you notice and what you decide to do about it. If you roll your eyes and dig your heals in and wind up instigating, purposefully laughing loudly at whatever (not actually funny) story your hot talking partner while placing a hand on their shoulder? If a later confrontation leads to you calling Foggy a big baby and demanding that he “man up”? He’s not above telling you to just leave and go hang out with your new boy toy or whatever. He doesn’t have time to delegate and debate; he’s not about to go all attorney on you, he just doesn’t have the patience for it.

But if you notice that he’s a little quiet during the interaction and feel like he could lighten up, it can make all the difference.

“Hey, babe,” you nudge him. “Tell them about . . .” One of his more popular jokes or stories. Or maybe a complex principle of ethics or school of thought that he had to learn during his years at Columbia. He quirks a brow, certain that nobody wants to hear it, but you insist. You clear that path for him to make his presence known to the “competition”: That he is smart, he is funny, and, most of all, he is your boyfriend.

He doesn’t feel as nervous anymore when his banter is met with genuine laughter. He doesn’t feel threatened when he feels your arm link with his, or your fingers entwine with his own. It’s amazing how quickly he can go from feeling like a soft puppy to a top dog when you’re so willing to give him the room for it.

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