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flyingwargle · 8 months

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flufftober day 8 rainy day / freminet, lyney

the rain has been unpredictable lately. it rained overnight last week, stopped, then continuously for three days. just as it began to clear up, the clouds gathered once more, and a light shower descended onto the city.

freminet sits at the window. he enjoys watching the rain, especially how the townspeople carry on with their day, unobstructed. they aren’t unfamiliar with spontaneous changes in weather; after all, nature has always had a mind of its own. he rests his elbow on the windowsill and leans his cheek against his hand, comforted by the rhythmic pitter-patter.

although he and his mother lived beneath the city, she always seemed to know exactly when the weather turned. she would stop and glance upwards, sky blocked by layers upon layers of stone, and softly proclaim that it was raining. freminet was mystified, always seeking a way to see if she were right, but the opportunity never came, until the day she took him by the hand and led him aboveground, where a light drizzle accompanied their path to the house of the hearth.

she hadn’t said anything that day, aside from kissing him goodbye and vowing to return.

“whatcha up to, fremmy?”

he glances over his shoulder. lyney approaches, dressed down, plain without his makeup. his older brother always looks haunted, eyes eerily bright, as if accustomed to the spotlight rather than the dreary atmosphere. he doesn’t smile, keeps his expression neutral. it’s tiring to smile all the time.

“i’m just watching the rain.” freminet returns to the window, lyney peeking over him.

“again, huh? looks like something upset the hydro dragon.” lyney sighs. “i have to wait until it’s sunny again to practice my new trick. the rain has meddled with my schedule, so i had to do some work for father.”

“is that why lynette isn’t here?”

“no, she’s in our room, curled up. you know how cats are like on a rainy day.” lyney would never admit it, but he displays similar behavior. it’s just because of his restlessness that makes him seem otherwise.

freminet doesn’t comment. they return to the window. there’s not much happening, as one would expect on a wet occasion. as the silence stretches, he speaks up, words soft in a murmur. “did you know that the weather is tied to the archons?”

it’s a myth that his mother used to tell him. she would seat him on her lap, wrap her arms around him, speak in a low voice, as if her story was only for him. it was a secret that they shared, knowledge known by no one else. until now.

“this is the first that i’ve ever heard of this,” lyney remarks. “tell me.”

“a windstorm means that the anemo archon has been hurt in many ways. since wind comes in different directions, so can emotions, as well as conflict. it’s only when all has been resolved that the winds will calm down.” freminet remembers her words easily, although he can’t replicate her tone. he closes his eyes, imagines himself in their tiny one-room apartment, barely held together with rusted nails, the sound of leaking water in the background.

“earthquakes mean the geo archon is walking to confront a problem. he has been angered, and his ire vibrates with every footstep. when the earth is calm, so is he; but if the earth trembles, it is his opponent, shaking with fear, because they must suffer the wrath of the rock.

“when there’s thunder and lightning, it means that the electro archon is in combat. she needs both when fighting against her enemies – thunder to show that she’s coming, and lightning to show that she will show no mercy. that’s why it never strikes the same place twice.”

lyney looks amused. “i can’t imagine what kind of storm the dendro archon will whip up.”

“the dendro dragon can control when the leaves fall and regrow,” freminet answers. “it means that she’s getting rid of trouble and letting new life take their place.”

“fascinating. what about the hydro archon? we already know that rain represents the hydro dragon.”

“what if it has another meaning? what if rain means that the hydro archon is washing the pain of her people away?”

they’re silent. they know it’s not true – after all, they know the actual face of their archon. what if, in a past life, that it was? and now that burden has fallen onto the hydro dragon? their eyes meet, a spark of understanding shared between them. neither speak.

“it was snowing that night father rescued lynette.” lyney’s voice is barely a whisper. “if rain is to wash the pain away, snow is to create hardship and isolation. it might be pure, but it can be easily tainted.” freminet shivers. although it was raining when he last saw his mother, it was the middle of winter. it snowed that night.

what if the rain was to reassure his mother that he would be okay, but the snow solidified the life that he would lead?

“oh. it cleared up.”

freminet looks up at lyney’s monotone. sun peeks out through the clouds as they dissipate, uninvited guests to the party. umbrellas close, droplets fall into puddles, and adults circumvent them while children splash through the shallow depths. it’s business as usual.

lyney walks off, saying something about preparing to head out. freminet stands, looking out the window to watch the last cloud retreat, until all that’s left is a clear sky. hydro dragon, hydro dragon, don’t cry. his mother taught him the chant, told him to yell it to the sky whenever it rains. he didn’t have the chance, but perhaps that means the hydro dragon is strong enough to cease their tears on their own.

if rain washes the pain away, snow creates hardship and isolation, that means the sun leaves only perseverance. he walks in the light, leaving the shadows of the past behind.

#genshin impact #text #flyingwargle original #drabble #genshin drabble #freminet #lyney #fontaine siblings #flufftober 2023 #flufftober #transience

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princessconsuela120 · 1 month

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Chapter seventeen: Vienna Waits for You —✧

Series masterlist

Chapter Warnings: cursing, labor, pregnancy

Author's Note: Last chapter guys!! This story has been a whirlwind, I almost don't want it to end...I love this story with my whole heart. Leave comments let me know your thoughts and feelings, and send in requests, I'm going to post more about Kyle and Juno in the near future!!!

—✧

I think if there’s one thing in this world I love more than Kyle, it was Dirty Dancing. I may have just watched this movie 20 times before and never got tired of it. So being able to relax and sit with my brother in our living room, in our new house, our own house. It felt better than anything ever had. Kyle had a final game today, a huge one in the playoffs. They’d have college recruits and professionals there. But of course I couldn’t go. I had been on bed rest since leaving Kenny’s house a week ago.

“I just don’t understand why she wouldn’t just tell her dad?” Stan said, holding his hand out angrily at the tv screen. I rolled my eyes, shoving a handful of popcorn in my mouth.

“She wants to, he made her too afraid to. She loves him so much, she doesn’t wanna loose him.” I explained, shaking my head at the emotional scene that took place on the screen. Stan nodded, getting up carefully and dusting his pants off as he did.

“Makes sense. I’m gonna go grab a water you want anything?”

“Waters good, thanks brotha.” I said thankfully, doing a quick handshake with Stan before he walked away into the kitchen. I indulged in shoving my face with popcorn until a strange trickle of water started to soak the blanket, catching my attention.

“Umm…Stan!” I yelled, looking down as I pulled the popcorn off my lap, not caring about the popcorn that split all over the couch.

“Yeah Junebug?” Stan yelled back from the kitchen. I stood up, with much difficulty but I got there.

“Either I just pissed my pants or..” I paused, seeing Stan shoot his head out from the kitchen.

“Or?” He said, quickly coming over to me. We both looked down at the puddle on the floor, then back up at each other.

“Thunder cats a go!” I shouted, gesturing for Stan to go grab my hospital bag as before he came back, holding my arm to help walk me to the car.

“Cartman!” Stan yelled, earning a snarky shout back in response.

“What do you want!” He yelled annoyed. He came to the edge of the steps, his eyes widening when he saw Stan and I with my hospital bag.

“It’s go time!” He yelled, making Stan and I nod.

“It’s go time!” Stan yelled, calling Kenny as well as we all made our way out to the car.

“Fall out! Fall out!”

“Oh fuck!” I shouted, making Stan stop to grab my arm.

“You okay?” He asked, making me glare at him.

“No I’m not fucking okay! I have a baby trying to claw it’s way out of my vag!”

“Where’s Kahl?” Cartman asked, me sighing as he did.

“Basketball game, big game, don’t call him.” I explained, running my hands over my stomach to try and soothe myself.

“And risk being cursed by his Jew magic? Um, no thank you.”

“Glad you're back to your old self again Cartman.” Stan said, patting Cartman’s back as Stan and I went through a list of things we needed.

“The admittance forms?”

“Got them.”

“Parking stickers?”

“Got them.”

“Ow fuck!” I groaned loudly, causing the boys to look at each other and nod, both of them holding one of my arms to help me walk as Kenny ran down with the rest of our things.

“Yeah. Here we go.” Stan said, helping me into the car as Cartman and Kenny sat on either side of me in the back, holding onto my hands.

“All right, go.”

“Gas! Gas!” Kenny shouted, causing Stan to snap at him angrily.

“Shut up Kenny!”

“Drive damn you! Why aren’t you fucking driving!?” I shouted, throwing my head back as I kicked my feet from the pain.

“It’s a red light..” stan said, but I moved to be closer to him, pulling his collar.

“I don’t give a fucking damn if it’s a red light Stan, fucking go!”

—✧

“Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. Out of the way. Out of the way. Hold on.”Kenny cheered, running around pushing me in my wheelchair as we laughed.

“Kenny, stop it. For God's sake, stop it. Don't do that.” Stan said, rolling his eyes as he grabbed the wheel chair and holding it still.

“What? But it's fun.”

“Don't. You're making Tweek nervous.”

“Ugh, oh my god.. Stan where’s mom, where is she?” I asked angrily, trying to breath even though it wasn’t working.

“Mom and dad are on their way.”

“Ugh, dads coming? Ughhh.”

“I know Junebug. It’s okay just breathe.” Stan soothed, holding mu hand, kissing my palm to desperately try to calm me. It seemed to work, my breathing slowed and i smiled at her twin.

“We’re here!” That is until Randy came into the room shouting. “Emergency! My daughter is in labor, I demand to know where she is!”

“Mom, dad!” I called happily, the marsh’s running over to me quickly.

“Oh honey. How do you feel baby?”

“Not good. Not good at all.”

“Welcome to the wonders of child birth.”

“I feel like I’m gonna throw up, pass out and have explosive diarrhea all at once.” I say, making Randy sigh, placing a hand on my shoulder.

“That happens to me when I eat too much chipotle. I get the feeling.” Everyone turned to Randy, glaring at him as he looked around at the group. “Yeah I’ll just stop talking.”

“Where’s Kyle?” Sharon asked, making me sigh.

“He has a basketball game, it’s the finals.” I explained, making Sharon and Randy share a look.

“You didn’t call him?” She asked, making me sigh.

“I didn’t want him to miss this because of me.”

“Juno honey..”

“Just leave it mom.” I yelled, shaking my head as i held onto my stomach. “Please. I can’t let him miss more opportunities because of me. There’s big coaches there and college recruits.”

“Okay, okay.”

“Juno Marsh?” The doctor called, causing everyone with me to look over.

“Yes, that’s me.” I said, smiling at the doctor as my mom sighed.

“Your room is ready for you.”

“Oh thank fucking Jesus.”

—✧

It had now been a couple hours of simply waiting. The baby was taking their time, it was evident now after the 5th hour and I was only 2 centimeter dilated. Stan and I had been walking back and forth around the room, them only letting family stay with me yet sonehow Kenny had managed to stay. They said walking helps, which is a load of bullshit because I couldn’t even walk without Stan and it didn’t help.

“When do I get that frigging spinal-tap thing?” I asked, turning to my mom who was watching us pace.

“It's a spinal block, and you can't have it yet, honey. The doctor said you're not dilated enough.”

“Oh, come on. I mean, it's like...I have to wait for it to get worse? Why can't I have the thing now? It’s been five fucking hours of this.”

“Doctors are sadists who like to play God and watch lesser people scream.” Dad said, making us all look over at him until another contraction hit, worse than the last.

“Oww! Fuck fuckity fuck fuck.”

“You were right, I do hate this experience.” Kenny said, earning a glare from Stan who’s hands I was squeezing.

“Just, in through your nose out through your mouth. I got you Junebug.” He guided, but it wasn’t working.

“Ow, Stan it hurts so bad.”

—✧

I decided not in call Kyle to tell him I was having the baby. He had a big meet against North Park...And I didn't want him to get all worried about me. But he figured it out anyway.

“I came here as quick as I could!” Kyle yelled, running into the room and grabbing my hand. My eyes widened when I saw him, my heart breaking yet so happy to see him all at once.

“Kyle? Kyle honey, you’re game..” I begged, but he just held my face before pulling me into a hug.

“I knew when none of you were there that it must have meant it was go time.” He said, holding me closely before pulling away. He frowned when he saw tears in my eyes, wipping my eyes with his thumb. “Why are you crying love?”

“Im sorry, I should’ve told you I just.”

“Shh, it’s okay, I know.” He nodded, I nodded back. He kissed me quickly before helping me sit back in my bed, sitting beside me, his hand never leaving mine.

“Hey sweetie, how are you doing?” Mrs Broflovski said, having followed Kyle in, smiling sympathetically.

“Not good. Good god, I don’t know why it’s taking so long. I've already been here for three hours.”

“I know honey, you and Stan were 12 hours.”

“Kyle was 22.”

“Oh god..” I groaned, hiding my face in Kyle’s shoulder as he glared at his dad.

“Not helping dad.”

We sat back together on the bed, and I screamed loudly, hiding my face in the mattress. I grabbed the first hand I could and squeezed, which just so happened to be my father.

“Excuse me. Hey, can we give my kid the damn spinal tap already?” He shouted, sighing happily when I pulled away from the pain I was causing him, making him wince as he shook his hand.

—✧

When it came time to final deliver the baby I had practically begged the doctor to lie and tell my family only Kyle was allowed in the hospital room. Of course, Stan and Dad over heard and argued they’re way inside, somehow Kenny managed to sneak in here and my mom was welcomed by me with open arms.

“Breath and push. That's good.” The doctor said, making me scream in pain as they coached me through.

“Push. Keep pushing.”

“Come on, Juno, keep pushing.”

“Keep pushing, keep pushing.”

“I can’t, my god I can’t push anymore.” I said breathlessly, not even able to tell who was talking anymore.

“I can’t watch this.” Kenny said, turning away at the pain his friend endured.

“It’s okay honey you can do it…”

“You try pushing a watermelon out of your ass dad then you can tell me what I can do!” I shouted at him, making him raise a hand hesitantly.

“I..”

“Randy Marsh if you say anything about PF Changs right now I swear to god…” my mom shouted, making him frown and sit back down.

(if you get it you get it)

“Juno you’re the strongest woman I know, you got this.” Kyle whispered, being the closets person to me, letting me cry into his shoulder.

“It’s hurts Kyle, it hurts so bad, please. I don’t wanna push anymore, I’m scared.”

“What are you scared of? Baby I’m right here next to you.”

It was as if the world paused, and Mr and Kyle where the only ones in the room still going.

“What if I can’t, what if I can’t do it?” I cried, making him sigh, kissing my temple regardless of the sweat.

“You, Juno Marsh, my sun my moon. My sky and stars, whatever you put your mind to you can accomplish. And no matter where you go I will always be right here, holding your hand.”

And then reality came back.

“I see the head!” The nurse yelled, causing the pain to become even worse.

“What?! The head? Oh fuck..”

“Oh my god..” my dad said, before promptly fainting onto the ground.

“Dad?!”

“He did this when you two were born too.” My mom said, making Stan chuckle.

“A few more big pushes.”

Next it was Kenny’s turn to faint.

“Oh my god! You killed Kenny!” Stan said, looking over to where Kenny was being checked out by nurses after having fainted.

“No I didn’t you bastard he just passed out.”

“That’s why I’m not looking below the stomach.” Stan said, before I could laugh another scream came out.

“Ahh!”

And then, out of nowhere, there it was. There she was.

“It’s a girl.”

And then came the tears. They placed her on my chest, and once again the world stopped. And it was just her, eyes closed, and so damn beautiful.

“Hi there little one.” I whispered, afraid I would wake bother her if I spoke too loud. She was crying, but I didn’t care. “Oh my god Kyle she’s so little.” I said, holding onto her tiny fingers.

“I know.”

“Oh Juno, she's precious.” My mom said, leaning over to look at the baby. I smiled over at her, my dad getting up just in time as everyone surrounded us by the bed.

“Did she just come outta me?”

“She did. You did it.”

“Oh my god. Hi, hi you.” I cried, Kyle wipping my tears as he laid his head against mine.

“I love you so much.”

“I love you too.”

—✧

“Alright, where are they, where’s my grand baby!” Shelia cheered, running in the room frantically with excitement.

“Over here ma.” Kyle said quietly, making Shelia squeal.

“Oh my goodness. Oh how precious.”

“I knew it was gonna be a girl.” Randy teased, making Juno tease him back.

“Oh Juno honey she’s so beautiful.”

“Thank you.”

“She looks just like you Kyle.” Gerald complimented, making him shake his head.

“No, she has Juno’s baby blue eyes.”

“It’s those strong Marsh genes.” My dad said, patting my shoulder proudly.

“Gimme my grand baby. Hello little bubby.” Shelia said, taking the baby in her arms happily.

“Ma, be careful.”

“Aww look at you, already a protective father.” She teased, pinching his cheek making Kyle blush.

“Ma, stahp.”

“Okay my turn, my turn! I was in the waiting room getting my blood pressure done when she was born.” My dad said, taking the baby from Shelia. She immediately snuggled into his arms, babbling lightly. I’m sure she thought he was Stan.

“I can’t believe you passed out.” Kyle’s dad joked, making my dad roll his eyes.

“Shut up Gerald! You watch a baby come out of your daughter then you can judge me!” He looked down at the baby happily. “Hi, hey little one. Oh my god she’s so little, yes you are you’re such a little girl. My little buddy.”

The baby smiled at him, as if she could understand.

“Aww, Randy I think she likes you.” My mom said, dad smiling happily.

“Smart kid.” And on queue, she started crying. “No, no you like me!”

“It’s okay dad, I think she’s just hungry.” I said, holding out my hands so he would hand her back.

“We have to try breastfeeding again..mom?”

“Right, yes.”

“Alright we’ll, we’ll leave you guys too it.” Shelia said, the two walking out the room.

“Thanks guys.”

“Before we go..What’s name did you decide on?”

Kyle and I smiled at each other, before telling.

(You’ll find out soon)

—✧

Everyone came in shortly after. And when I say everyone I mean everyone. The room could barely hold us all. But yet they were here, and each and every person got a chance to hold the new baby, with happy smiles on their face. Stan may be her only blood uncle, be man would this baby have so many aunts and uncles to love her.

“Hey, come on in.” Kyle said softly, calling everyone into the room.

“Hi.”

“Oh my god.” Wendy gasped, making me chuckle.

Would ya look at that? “Oh my god Juno she’s so tiny.”

“I know right?” I said, gesturing the baby out for everyone to see.

“Look at her little fingers.” Heidi cooed, holding onto one of her hands gently.

“Oh she’s gonna be so spoiled.”

“I can’t wait to spend so much money on you, make you the biggest fashionista ever.” Bebe cooed next, making us all chuckle at her words.

“Aw, Juno can I hold her?” Wendy asked, causing me to nod.

“Of course you can. Kyle?”

“Here, cradle her head, and hold her there, perfect.” He explained, placing her gently in Wendy’s arms.

“I think I’m gonna cry. She’s so precious.” Wendy said, making me laugh. “Kyle she looks just like you. She even has your ginger curls.”

“The only ginger I’ll ever like.” Eric teased, earning a light shove from Stan.

“I can’t believe you made this.” Craig teased, holding Vienna next. Then she was passed over to Butters, who already fell in love with her chubby cheeks.

“Hey little buddy, you’re just a little lady aren’t you?” He said, cooing at her as she shifting gently in his arms.

“Look at those eyes, they’re gorgeous.” Heidi compliments, making Wendy shove Stan lightly.

“Aw Stan she has your eyes.”

“I know, isn't it great?” Stan said wiggling his eyebrows.

“Hey, those are my eyes too, give me some credit.” I joked, causing Wendy to look at me with a pout.

“How to you feel mamas?” She asked sympathetically, making me sigh.

“Okay. A little sore.” I shifted my position, wincing at the pain in my abdomen. “A lot sore. But I’ll manage.”

“You did so good. I'm so proud of you.”

Kyle placed a soft kiss to my cheek, leaving a smile on my face as the group smiled at me.

“We all are.”

“I can’t believe you made this.” Kenny said, looking down at the baby in his hands.

“I know, right?”

“So, what’s her name then?”

Kyle and I looked at each other, smiling.

“It was a hard decision, but we came to a decision. Vienna Lianne Marsh-Broflovski.”

“Lianne?” Eric asked, his head perking up at the name.

“You may not know it Eric, but your mom touched a lot more lives then you both knew.” Kyle explained, making Eric smile.

“Yeah, and so will she.”

“Do you wanna hold her Eric?” Butters offered, now being his turn to hold Vienna.

“Not yet, I don’t wanna bruise something so precious.”

I smiled at Eric, butters handing me back Vienna as I carefully shifted her in my arms.

“How do I look?” I asked, making Stan smile.

“Like a new mom. Scared shitless.”

—✧

Kyle was up, I don’t think he’s slept since the baby was even born. There was a chair beside our bed, he hadn’t left that spot either. He helped me sit up with the baby, practicing walking myself over to the chair to sit in his lap.

“That’s it, you got it.” He reassured, helping me sit back as I cradled the baby in my arms.

“Careful. I don’t wanna wake her.”

“It’s okay, I got you love, just sit back.”

We both seemed to sigh with joy, before looking down at the baby.

“She’s perfect, you’re perfect.” Kyle kissed my cheek, holding a hand on the blanket carefully.

“She looks so peaceful.” I said, rocking her gently.

“How do you feel?”

“Like I’m home.” I said, my eyes never leaving the baby in my arms.

It ended with a chair.

#south park x reader #kyle broflovski x reader #stan marsh x reader #kyle broflovski #stan marsh #kenny mccormick x reader #stan marsh x sister reader

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cdyssey · 11 months

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Simpler Times

Summary: After Kelvin falls asleep in the middle of their movie, Jesse asks if Judy misses the simpler times. Set during 1x09.

AO3 Link | T Rating

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“Don’t you ever miss the simpler times?” Jesse asks when the end credits of The NeverEnding Story finally start to roll, and Judy is nearly asleep on Kelvin’s couch, idly thinking about how much she’d like to dream about BJ. BJ and his straw-colored hair. BJ and that slender, little nerd body. BJ and those big, wet eyes that look at her and not through her, that acknowledge her and really see her, fuck ups and all.

She’s damaged goods, she told him in that Outback Steakhouse, and for the first time in her life, actually meant it.

She doesn’t deserve him.

She’d still like to dream about him anyway.

BJ and his liberal politics. BJ and his stupid electric car. BJ and that shiny, new earring that he’s got. (It’s gaudy as hell. Her daddy wouldn’t approve. It’s fucking sexy anyway.)

BJ and his genuinely kind smile.

(She doesn’t meet too many people with one of those nowadays, vaguely aware that her own smile is carefully manufactured in the coffers of the Gemstone Vault, that her father and brothers’ are too—perfectly calibrated to appease a broader audience, a steady demographic of adults ages thirty to eighty-five. When the Gemstones smile, they smile with precisely the right shape and none of the proper dimension. When BJ smiles, it warms his entire face like lightning bugs in the night.)

Really, there are a lot of good and lovely things to dream about when it comes to Benjamin Jason Barnes—his passion, his goodness, the way his ass looks in her jeans, his slinging, slappin', hanging and hung cock ‘n juicy ass bal—

—but unfortunately, before any of these fantasies are realized, she jerks fully awake at the unexpected question, startling Kelvin who had conked out nearly thirty minutes ago with his head resting on her lap.

“Shhh,” she instinctively soothes, running her hand through his shock of dark hair. It’s not an easy feat with the metric shit ton of product he uses.

But nevertheless, she persists because Mama used to do the same when they were all younger, threading her slender pianist fingers through their curls, filling the delicately shaped pews of their ears with soft hymns. Judy hardly remembers the lyrics of any of them, but it was always something old and Jesus-y, like it came straight from a Carter Family cassette.

Mama had a beautiful voice—all angelic and holy.

Listening to it was probably the closest she’s ever come to actually hearing God.

“Go back t’sleep, baby bro.”

And to her surprise, Kelvin actually does, burrowing slightly against her stomach, mumbling something that she doesn’t quite catch. Of course, he absolutely needs the sleep. He’d been talking pretty cray cray all night, blabbering on at one point about how he might actually be Jesus Christ incarnate.

Dumbass.

She loves the little bastard all the same.

“Nice goin’,” Jesse teases. He’s looks pretty darn comfortable where he's at with one of his beefy arms thrown over the head of the velvet couch, the other cradling a half-empty beer—his fourth that Judy knows of. “Wakin’ the baby.”

“Shut up,” she immediately bristles, more than reluctant to be chastised, especially by her sanctimonious donkey dingus of an older brother. He can be such a dick sometimes—always messing with her ass. “I wouldn’t have woken him had you not said anything.”

“Had to get your attention somehow, Judes. Didn’t have any bright lights on me.”

“I ain’t a fucking cat, Jesse.”

“Oh, yeah? Then why d’ya keep talkin’ about your pussy, huh?”

She flips him a bird with her free hand, and Jesse flips one right back, but then, per their usual vicious tango, in accordance with all the childish games they're accustomed to playing, he smiles crookedly at her, apology in his eyes, and she relents with a long and melodramatic sigh.

Truce.

Kelvin begins to snore again, his mouth stupidly wrenched open, a gaping hole, and Judy resists the frustrated urge to pinch his nose.

“The simpler times,” Jesse repeats after another beat, his smile suddenly disappearing, an older man’s sadness just as quickly taking its place. There are lines beneath his bright eyes, sagging shadows. Scruff that hasn’t been shaved. All of that overgrown schoolboy juvenescence chewed up, choked upon, and painfully swallowed, and suddenly her eldest sibling resembles their rapidly aging father more than ever before.

Solemnity isn’t a good look on him; he can’t wear its gravitas as comfortably as a cocky smile or big, bellowing laugh.

“Do you miss ‘em?”

Judy scrutinizes him in the faint light wash of the TV, trying to glean the answer from his pensive stare without having to pry. Jesse’s dumber than a squirrel on crack most of the time, but he can be thoughtful when he wants to—a little philosophical even—very much like their father who’s prone to monologuing about existential crap when he gets in the mood. She hates when her brother does it, though, ‘cuz then it means she’s gotta do some meaningful reflecting herself to actually have a conversation with him.

And if there’s only one thing she hates more than having a serious conversation with her brother, it’s having a serious conversation with herself—looking inwards and finding something that she doesn’t instinctively flinch at seeing.

“Simpler times? Like before you went and snorted coke off hookers’ tits in Atlanta?” She finally asks, intending for it to sting, half-hoping that it’ll really fucking hurt. Maybe he’ll pull away and they won’t have to have this shitty feelings talk; maybe they’ll get into a fight, and that’ll be mutually beneficial distraction for them both.

But Jesse is either oblivious or undeterred.

Probably both knowing him.

“Wasn’t their tits,” he shakes his head gravely. “And nah, before that even, little sis. Like, before Mama passed on and things were, y’know… they were actually, uh—"

But he stumbles pathetically at the end, groping around for the right words, and Judy feels herself something inside her unclench and relent as it always does when Mama is brought up nowadays. She’s not exactly Daddy, a pillar of salt slowly eroding in front of Mama’s polished bust like it’s her own personal idol, but she’s not necessarily Judy anymore either, a ball of excessive nerves and live wires and unbridled sexual energy. She’s just a little girl again, scared of the dark in her sepulcher of a room, waiting for Mama to swoop in and save her with a gentle kiss goodnight.

Growing up, she was always needing to be saved in some way or another.

She had hated that about herself.

She’d always had an inkling that everyone else around her hated it too.

“Happy?” She suggests quietly, glancing down at Kelvin because she can’t look Jesse in the eye. None of the Gemstones are intensely vulnerable people. Any visible weakness is typically pounced upon and made into a vicious joke at church lunch. She and her siblings especially have made a bit of a game outta one-upping their cruelty towards each other.

(Implicitly understood but never said aloud—whoever Daddy smirks at from behind his hand wins.)

But to Judy’s relief, Jesse doesn’t seem to be in a mocking sort of mood and hasn’t particularly been all night. Earlier, he even told her that she’d have ten to fifteen boyfriends, and that they’d all go down on her butthole.

That’s nearly the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to her, and that’s counting the time that BJ said that she was talented with a whip.

“Yeah, for sure,” Jesse agrees, though he sounds more-than-uncertain, scratching his head, that thick mass of curls. “But I guess I was just thinkin’ that life was so much clearer then too. We knew right from wrong ‘cause Mama showed us the way.”

“Daddy’d say that Jesus is the one who’s supposed to show us that,” she says automatically. She’s not sure that she believes it—only knows that it’s what she should say, what Christianity and its thousands of stuffy edicts demands of her.

“Shoot,” her brother laughs. “I think Daddy agrees with me deep down, though. He’s all lost without her too.”

“Don’t say that, Jess,” she protests immediately, pressing two fingers over her brow. She can feel a headache beginning to form, its nucleus pulsing right behind her eyes.

“What? That Daddy’s lost? Newsflash, Sis—that ain’t exactly news.”

“No,” she pouts, the syllable dredged up from her chest like muck after a summer rain. “That we all are. I don’t wanna think about that.”

Can’t, really.

It’s like throwing a brick through her own glass house. Once it’s shattered, she’s afraid of what she’s gonna cut herself on in all the rubble.

(Maybe she is as untalented as Uncle Baby Billy says. Maybe she’s got nothin’ to show for her nearly four-decade long life except for a fine ass body and a knack at stealing money from the church. Maybe Daddy will never love her in the way that she desperately wants him to. Maybe she hurt BJ in a way she can never, ever take back. And maybe that’s the true token by which she can be damn sure that she’s condemned—her astonishing ability to keep pushing away the folks who love her unconditionally. They’re few and far between—those people, those endlessly patient souls—and they scare the living shit outta her because of that very fact. Reckless, damn near always, she tries to terrify them as a fucked up form of thank you.)

(You love me; how noble of you; here, have at me; I'm a goddamn train wreck in motion.)

“Like, shit, Jesse,” she continues, violently swiping at her eyes. They’re leaking, and she hates that—despises that her older brother can plainly see. “I’m too fucking sober to be talkin’ about this.”

The quarter-bottle of wine she brought over was hardly sufficient. Didn’t touch a thing except for her lips.

“And I’m too drunk to stop, so I think we’re at an in past here.”

“Impasse,” Judy corrects him, sniffing profusely.

“Whatever,” he rolls his eyes but plucks a tissue from a nearby end table and hands it to her anyway. She dabs at her eyes first, then blows her nose rather loudly.

To Jesse’s rare credit, he doesn’t say a thing.

“‘Least grab a gal somethin’ to drink before you start makin’ her cry over her dead mommy issues,” she grouses, not willing to let silence fill the space between them. Not talking about her emotions is somehow even more unbearable than talking about them; at least if she starts spouting stuff, it doesn’t necessarily have to be the truth.

“I’d offer you somethin’, girl, but I think all Kelvin has in his fridge are White Claws ‘n those weird ass home-brewed beers the Satan kid makes. Frat boy shit.”

“Ugh.” She flicks their youngest sibling on the center of his head. He doesn’t stir. “Shithead.”

“Yeah,” Jesse snorts, patting Kelvin’s leg. “Fucker.”

They share the fond and self-righteous chuckle of the two older siblings then, the pair who grew up together, who then protected and tormented their baby brother in turns, and it’s kind of happy, and it’s somehow terribly sad all at once. Jesse looks away at the end of it, rubbing the side of his reddened nose, and Judy takes another pass at her eyes with the crumpled-up tissue.

Her mascara is already smudged.

She guesses there's no use trying to hide the damage anymore—the pain and the incalculable toll.

Fuck it.

She’s all soft 'n gooey tonight, apparently.

“Okay,” she starts slowly. “You asked a question. Simpler times.”

Jesse nods affirmatively, still not quite meeting her in the eye. It’s better like this. Judy can breathe easier without the weight of his gaze sitting on her chest.

He’s gotta Mama’s eyes—vivid and piercing.

She’s always loathed that about him.

Envied.

“Uh… let’s see… I-I dunno if I miss the simpler days ‘cuz we didn’t have as much then, and Mama and Daddy still didn’t have a lotta time to hang with us anyway… but I just miss Mama, y’know? There’s a difference between those two things in my head.”

It’s hard to explain, but Judy’s never been one to get all sentimental over memories. She’s spent a lifetime habitually rocketing from one moment to another with ungodly abandon, never looking back, just springing forward with whatever passion is currently percolating in her gut.

She might whine, but she hardly ever mopes; there isn’t enough time in the world to do that; she’s got so many things to do, so many invented and reinvented iterations of herself that she wants to be if someone would just up and give her the chance.

(Plus, if she’s fast enough, if she’s just as goddamn clever, then maybe—just maybe—she’ll be the first in the family to do it in the end—to ever successfully outrun the pain and the awful hurt.)

“If I could have Mama here and BJ back and a job singin’ to thousands ‘n thousands of people on Sunday, I’d sure be happy,” she finishes, ticking this impossible to-do list off on her fingers, her smile diminishing with each addition.

She’s zero-for-zero as of now, and even if she does miraculously get Beej to come around and begs and scrapes and claws her way back into Daddy’s good graces again, that still isn’t bringing Mama back.

Which means that happiness isn’t an objectively achievable goal.

For her.

For any of the Gemstones, in fact.

“But, Judes," her brother sighs dramatically, "my point is that because Mama ain’t here, you, me, and baby Jesus”—he hooks his thumb at Kelvin—”have done the shitty things that’ve got us here, without the folks we love—Amber ‘n my kids. That little Keebler Elf of yours. Kelvin’s boy toy. We pushed ‘em all away.”

Judy can’t help it. She laughs incredulously at this simply ridiculous proclamation—perpetually inappropriate because it’s damn easier than being sincere—holding Kelvin’s head so as not to jostle him with the movement.

“You sayin’ that Mama would’ve stopped you from snortin’ blow with the Four Stooges and me from gettin’ arrested at Piggly Wiggly?” She looks at her sleeping brother again. “And Kelv from breakin’ up with his emo ass boyfriend?”

“No,” Jesse pouts, hurt flashing in his eyes. He crosses his arms over his burly chest and less resembles a person than he does a log with golden chains. “I’m just sayin’ that Mama would have made sure we all remembered how to love people right—the way she loved us… but I suppose that’s kinda the same thing as being stopped from doing bad things if you really think about it.”

“I suppose…” Judy echoes, but even to herself, she sounds unsure. She can’t help but think that that’s a lot of weight to place on one woman’s soul, even one as pure and angelic as their mama’s.

She knows precious little about accountability and doesn't want to know one iota more about its burdensome toll either, but she's got some inkling that Jesse's logic is all wrong, that the weight of an entire family’s sin isn't something that one person alone can bear unless they're, like, Jesus Fucking Christ or something.

But if not their saint of a scapegoat of their long dead mother, who else then? For all of the family’s extensive talk about the Lord, not a single one of them have ever made a good and willing martyr.

Jesse's expression softens, his entire demeanor. He's always been a sentimental kind of drunk, and hell, even when he’s sober, he's secretly a big, ‘ole teddy bear behind the douchebag, Elvis wannabe schtick he’s got going on.

Maybe he reads something complicated in her expression.

Maybe he correctly identifies it as hurt.

Whatever it is, he unbends his arms again and reaches over to gently tug one of Judy’s ringlets just like he did when they were kids.

“You look so much like her, y’know,” he says, “with them tight curls. Somethin’ in your eyes too, like the playfulness in ‘em, Judes. Jesus, I can see Mama when you laugh.”

Judy swallows thickly, unprepared for this sudden tenderness, unsure of how to meet it as an equal. She shifts uncomfortably where she sits and calculates that it’s only right that she reciprocates the favor.

“Uh, well, okay… but how about you, dude? I can see Mama when you’re with your boys sometimes, huggin’ on ‘em and stuff.” She clears her throat like something is stuck down there. This saccharine shit is hard work. It doesn’t come easily to her. She has to actually put an effort into it; she strives and endlessly, horribly strives. “You’re a good daddy—even if you did kinda send your eldest son packin’ to Haiti.”

“You think?” Jesse sounds unconvinced, looking to her with pleading eyes. It’s kind of childish in fact, and she doesn’t know what to do with that either except to lean into being the adult he apparently requires her to be in the moment. The eldest siblings, sometimes they’ve had to be parents, both Kelvin’s and one another’s.

“Fuck yeah,” she nods vigorously and tries to sound like she believes it. It’s superlatively easy for all of them to just sound like they’re saying things and never actually going deeper than the tip. Surface-level theatrics. Performative care. This moment is asking for better than lip service.

It necessitates that she’s actually a good sister.

“Like, one of the best,” she stresses, waving her hand around vaguely. “Third place behind God ‘n Daddy.”

“Bronze,” Jesse hums thoughtfully, rubbing his stubbled jaw. “Huh, I guess I can kinda live with that for now. Ain’t no beatin’ the Father or our father.”

“For realsies,” she nods solemnly, simply relieved that she agrees.

“Thanks, Judy. That’s actually pretty nice of you.” He sounds surprised.

Judy can’t say that she blames him—she wasn’t aware that she was capable of such unprovoked kindness either.

“‘Course, bro.” She slugs him awkwardly on the shoulder. It’s like knuckling a boulder if a boulder had Conway Twitty sideburns and an ego bigger than God. “I’ve always got you.”

They both awkwardly smile at each other then and just as quickly look away, mutually uncomfortable about this excess affection and still soaking it up, prolonging it, stewing in it anyway.

Their heart-to-heart or whatever-the-fuck-this-is has even lasted long enough for the credits to entirely roll and the next movie to boot up. A late night showing of Titanic apparently. Judy wrinkles her nose. She hates that it takes hours ‘n hours to get to the good parts (Kate Winslet’s perky tits and the steamy boat sex).

Maybe she’ll complain and get Jesse to change the channel; maybe she’ll tough it out so long as he does, slapping her big brother if he tries to fall asleep on her. She doesn’t feel like sleeping yet, afraid of what horrors might await her in the stillness and the dark in the off chance that she doesn't dream about BJ. She sure as hell won’t be going back to her horribly big and empty mansion tonight, to all those hollow halls and that exceedingly desolate king-sized bed. It ain’t a home without him anymore. It’s just a waste of space—so many thousands of square feet—that all the money in the goddamn world can neither fill nor satisfactorily buy.

“You think a good daddy would go to Haiti?” Jesse suddenly asks. It’s yet another needy question, requiring an equally mature and measured response. Judy would like to think she’s much more mature than either of her brothers, that being the only girl between them has taught her something about how to be measured, but she doesn’t know what to fucking say to that. Doesn’t want to advise him from her own wealth (or, well, astonishing paucity) of experience.

Can’t bear to tell him the wrong damn thing.

“...I mean, I think Mama’d go if it meant keepin’ her family together,” she eventually hedges. It’s always the safest option. Thinking through what Mama might have done and proffering that as the Word of God.

But she’s selfish—perhaps habitually so. She wants to favor reciprocated, needs it to be.

“You think BJ might come around?” She impulsively adds—not giving Jesse time to react to her advice—every word a jumble and an embarrassing rush. Her cheeks redden; the blush plummets through her entire body. Judy forces herself not to look away from her older brother all the same, disciplining herself even when his expression openly shifts, self-pity becoming—to her horror and unspeakable chagrin—tender, unmistakable, and lovingly involved concern.

“Damn, baby sis,” he whistles softly. “You really like that dorky lil Ken doll, don’t ya? You wanna marry his lily white ass.”

“Fuck you, Jesse,” she hisses, defensive about the subject, the gaping wound of BJ, even though she’s lost every goddamn right to be. She hurt him too. Maybe if that Denim asshole was right, she’s been hurting him for the entire time they’ve been boyfriends and girlfriends. “He’s really good to me, and h-he’s, like, a gentleman, dude. He always lets me go down on him first.”

“Jesus, Judy,” Jesse groans, dragging his hand across his face.

“It’s romantic,” she snaps and suddenly realizes what she’s doing, the tense she’s employing, the long-ingrained habit. The epiphany lashes through her like a bullet; she could double-over where she sits; she might actually bleed and perpetually bleed.

“Was,” she corrects in a small voice, the indignation leaving her, any fight. It slumps to the floor like a broken body. “Shit.”

Tears rise again—unbidden, unwelcome, uncontrolled and uncontrollable—to her eyes. She curls her long fingers over the balled-up tissue still in her hand as her vision blurs over.

“Fuck,” she adds inelegantly. She doesn’t know what else to say; there's nothing else to say. She and BJ are over. That's all there is to it; that's the truth she's gotta live with, the horror that's gonna take up permanent residence in her ribcage, squeezing all the precious air out of her lungs. She's a shitty person, a shithead. She did such a terrible thing, and he took it like Jesus Christ, dragging that heavy cross up a steep and lonely hill.

When Jesse’s warm hand suddenly lands on her shoulder, squeezing it, the kindness of the action almost does her in on the spot.

She can’t handle it—her brother’s love—wants to run five thousand miles and some spare change away and never speak of its profound effect upon her again.

She sits and accepts it anyway, habitually a dog who doesn’t know how to discriminate between scraps.

“Well, maybe he’ll come back,” Jesse offers gently. “And if he doesn’t, Judes, you got me and you got Kelv. We’re in the same sinkin’ boat as you, y’know.”

He briefly smirks at the television, clearly under the impression that he’s made a clever pun.

(It's good, she has to admit; she'll never fucking admit that to him, though.)

“I can’t fuck my brothers raw,” she grunts, her voice constricted. It’s petulant—she knows. She just doesn’t exactly care.

“Nah,” he grins. “But you can rely on us, Sis. And that’s, well, it's gotta count for somethin’, right?”

It’s not a rhetorical question, she can somehow easily tell. He’s actually fucking asking, unsure still that she values them, needing to know, to be coddled, handheld, and patronizingly reassured. Judy almost wants to laugh because everyone and their backwards cousins tells her that she’s the needy one, the endless chasm seeking emotional validation as her tribute, and yet, here her older brother is, pretty much asking if she trusts him, if she buys into the image he has for all of ‘em—three siblings who fucking love each other to pieces.

Simpler times.

Does she miss 'em too?

“Yeah,” she finally croaks, sighing and reaching up to place her free hand on top of Jesse’s where it’s still resting on her shoulder, the other finding its way back to Kelvin’s hair.

“‘Course it does, you dipshit.”

“Bitch,” he laughs, shaking his head in a long suffering manner, but there's earnest relief in the entirety of his face, a gratefulness that he'll never properly express. “Now why couldn’t you just let us have a nice family moment there?”

Judy just rolls her eyes.

“Eat my ass, Jesse.”

“Stop bein’ so gross, girl!”

“I ain’t gross—you’re gross!”

“Nuh-uh.”

"Uh-huh!"

And on and on they go, trading insults like they’re I love yous. They insult each other throughout the entire three hour runtime of Titanic. They say I love you again and again and again. Their little brother sleeps between them, safe, and just for a little while, for however long this night lasts, Judy tells herself that it doesn't matter that not a single one of them are entirely sound.

They're together—that's all that matters.

That's almost the same thing as being whole.

#judy gemstone #jesse gemstone #the righteous gemstones #s: the righteous gemstones #reginianwrites #listen I'm so fucking obsessed with Judy Gemstone #she's everything 2 me personally

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aajjks · 5 months

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BC!JK

you’re so happy that he understands where you’re coming from. you don’t know why, but you were expecting jungkook to argue with you about not telling his parents about the relationship but he doesn’t seem to mind. in fact, he completely agrees and doesn’t mind taking things slow with you until they come natural.

he’s proud of you? but you’re proud of him.

when jungkook leaves and returns with sage in his arms, you can’t help but notice the contrast in their sizes. sage is much smaller compared to both bam and jungkook and it’s cute. your ‘boyfriend’ (eeee 😆) is cute.

“hi sage~” you say as you get up from your seat and walk to jungkook to hold your pet cat who is scenting you again. “it’s me, sage. remember?” you ask her as she continues to scent you and when the cat recognizes you, she’s licking your cheek and rubbing her head against you chin before comfortably sitting in your arms.

“your dad has been taking such good care of you” you tell sage as you hold the feline close to your chest and kiss her head.

“she’s gotten bigger” you tell jungkook with a smile on your freckled face. you’re so happy jungkook didn’t give sage away and you regret not bringing your burmese kitten with you when you left but technically, she’s not yours.

what if jungkook decided to give her away when you left? or said you couldn’t take her, what were you to say? he’s the person who adopted her and filled paperwork with his name on it.

“go get bam, honey. i’ll put a movie on for us to watch” you tell jungkook as you walk to his living room with sage in your arms, cradling her like she’s a baby, and she is. she’s your baby.

yours and jungkook’s.

funny how everything jungkook wanted to happen with you today, happened.

you both watched two romantic movies, played scramble and monopoly, and played a few games on his playstation five. you’re absolute dog shit at overwatch, so it wasn’t exactly fun for you but you kicked jungkook’s ass a few times in tekken and that was your first time playing it! shout out to your new favorite, lili.

you let out a yawn and take your glasses off to rub your eyes.

you whisper “jungkook, i’m tired” and you look tired too. “i think i’m gonna head home so i can rest” you say as you get up from his couch before you fall asleep on it and you don’t want to burden jungkook too much because maybe he had other things planned today but jungkook wants you to stay even if it’s just to nap.

he wants you here.

plus, driving while being sleepy isn’t safe.

Of course you are sleepy, and did you know that you get 10 times cuter when you are sleepy? He almost wants to coo at you.

But he just wants you to stay here. “Yn why don’t you stay here I mean you could always sleep in your own bedroom here?!” of course you’re familiar with his house and you had a bedroom of your own so this shouldn’t be a big deal for you.

And he loves to take care of you. And he just wants to spend more and more time with you until he takes over the company and his father’s absence. He is not going to have a lot of time to dedicate to you.

he will try to but still! Right now, he is a free man without any responsibilities… so just why not make the best of his time and spend it with you instead?

And seeing you play with Sage and Bam brings back old memories, you literally came over your fear of dogs for Jungkook- you are the sweetest soul ever. That made him just fall in love with you even more.

You prove to him every day, why you’re the perfect woman for him. “Yn I still some of your toiletries that you forgot here-like a spare toothbrush- you still have your shampoo here?!”

Does it sound a little creepy that he knows what’s in your bathroom? While he checked the bedroom after you left, he just was really depressed and was really present… so he may have stayed there for a few days just to sleep.

“Come on yn, if you want, you could lay your head on my lap and when you fall asleep, I’ll just carry you into your bedroom don’t worry.”

He really doesn’t want you to drive when you’re sleepy and it’s getting late, if you want to take a nap just do it and maybe then he will have dinner with you-or he will take you out!

You still have to discuss your date. “ listen you should nap here until you wake up up and then we’ll discuss our upcoming date!”

He gives you a bright smile, so please just agree.

#ask: bc!jk

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sanguine-vitae · 2 years

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We arrived at the town late in the day and decided to find lodgings for the evening before making any more plans. Luckily I still had reservations at the Solid Peacock for the remainder of the week. And the party seemed agreeable if just for a place to have a hot meal and something to drink. Water for Patrick however. He left a terrible impression on the innkeeper and made him think our friend has a drug problem. Sly man even swapped a mug of wine from his hands and replaced it with a mug of water instead without anyone knowing.

Of course he also made a joke directed at me. It was funny the first time, but hearing it now, after the hunger hit, it feels… It isn’t quite the best of feelings. There’s no way he would know of course. No one knows. No one can know. But a bloody mary, oh-negative, can be a joke easily overlooked. At least I don’t think I’ve done anything to alert my friends of what I am.

After dinner we head out to the lord mayor’s home. Though we were greeted by armed soldiers, we were swiftly let in and were met with Halorin, who gave us each an envelope. Magical in nature. Invitations to the lord mayor and the lady Gildensong’s wedding. Though I don’t think it’s right to just address him as ‘the lord mayor.’ He clearly seems to regard us as friends - at least enough to give us magical teleportation invitations to the wedding place.

Fenric also gave us a hefty bag of ten platinum each. If I didn’t know better, I would have thought Demolt would have fainted right there on the spot. That’s wrong. I do know Demolt better, and while he didn’t faint, he did burst into an ugly sight of tears and shaking. Poor thing. He doesn’t know what to do with himself when it comes to money. The first thing he did was decide to go out drinking to his health and success.

Ambrose joined him. If for no other reason than to make sure he didn’t do anything to brash, or hurt himself.

The rest of us retired for the night. And in comfortable beds, with a safe roof over our heads, we slumbered - hopefully peacefully.

I didn’t hear any complaints when I came down the next morning to breakfast with them. Although ‘them’ wasn’t quite accurate. Apparently Patrick had gotten so fed up with waiting he had decided to do laps around the town. And Demolt was still sleeping off his wild night. So the three of us, Ambrose, Jericho, and I ate in relative peace and quiet until Demolt joined us, and Patrick could be found. He brought back stories of a woman whose cat was stuck up a tree. “Again” he added, as if this was a regular thing for him as well.

But it was Ambrose, who decided to tell a better story. They have been cursed, they said. Cursed by someone they thought dead, and now their soul shares a body with their sister.

All this time we have been engaging two different people, and they didn’t feel the need to correct us if it was Rowan or Ambrose that we were speaking with. I don’t think they felt safe enough to trust us until now. And for this I understand.

Because as soon as they, he, was done telling us how all this happened, and who was currently speaking to us now, all eyes turned to me. They want to know my story. Why I’m traveling. They want to know who I am, and I… I still don’t feel entirely safe. No of course not. How could I. Ambrose and Rowan aren’t monsters, but they would all see me as one, if they knew.

So I told them the easiest part of my tale to tell. That I did need help. And that I needed help to cure my mother. I told them she was dying and when pressed, I explained that it wasn’t due to a curse, but now they think she’s sick. Gods I hope she’s not sick. But humans are so frail. So soft. She might have gotten ill in all this time I’ve been away and I would never know. Not unless we go to her, like Demolt suggested.

But they can’t. They can’t see where I grew up. It would only scare and endanger them. I told them not to worry about it. But I know this won’t be the last time I hear about it from them. Especially Demolt.

After breakfast we headed to the Adventurer’s Guild outpost to sign up and register as an actual group.

This way we would be paid regularly for the tasks we complete, and we could gain information about our various personal quests - hopefully. It also means I have to learn to trust and open up to them all more, which… Is a struggle. But I’m trying.

We call ourselves The Blessed Misfits, and our first job takes us next to the town of Brisalf.

#the journey

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shorkbrian · 3 years

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Street Cat hybrid shoto seems to like you so much, even more than he likes his owner Momo

When you come to see momo, he is 24/7 by your side, following you around all day long, touching you and your things, licking your neck just like he always did since he was a lil baby cat *W* and even worst, he still cries when you have tô tô home!

Why aren’t you his owner? It was you who saved him, but you couldn’t have a hybrid at your apartment, so you left him with your best friend.

It was you who made him more human. Without you, shoto would be still living in the street. But how could he feel at home when his home is you?

One day, Momo sends a message asking you to take care of him while she works for a few days in another country. She says he only wants you, and gets pissy and teary when someone else comes

You are happy to help— i mean, things are being so stressful at your new work! It has been a week since you saw Shoto.

It just happen that you carry so many new smells

Shoto doesn’t like that >:(

(This is a prompt/request. Feel free to change things or deny this shit. I just want some beastial sex with yandere shoto who cries while humping your pussy bc he finally feels at peace)

hoooooo my gosh

(What to expect - NSFW, noncon, scenting, thoughts of watersports)

Hybrid Shouto who’s long and lean, milky skin scarred and marred in places from the various fights he’s had while living on the street.

He’s got enough muscles to crush you when he hugs you, to put significant weight on you when he tries to cuddle up in your lap as you talk to Momo.

You’re close with Momo, having fun “girls night” when you and Jirou go over and drink wine, do each others nails, and talk about whatever been’s going on that week.

Shouto never interrupts, is always quiet as long as he’s by your side, purring when you scratch behind his ear, stretching out so he’s sprawled across your legs where you’re sitting on the floor.

Jirou and Momo think it’s cute how attached the hybrid is to you, coo at him whenever the hybrid jumps to follow you around Momo’s house, touching everything you touch, rubbing his cheek against your shoulder, hovering one step behind you like a clingy shadow.

It’s hard to say goodbye, especially with Shouto clinging to you, jaw set, unshed tears shining in his eyes as he begs you to stay, just a little longer.

So “girls night” turns into a fun sleepover, no big deal.

It’s adorable when you wake up to find the hybrid curled up at your feet, tail tucked around his body as he snores softly, ears twitching. When you go to make coffee, you bump into Momo, and barely begin telling her about the cute occurrence, before Shouto is padding into the kitchen, frown on his face, immediately jumping towards you.

Crushes you in a hug, pushes you against the counter as he comforts himself by stroking your shoulder, licking at your neck. “Thought you left...” The hybrid whines.

It’s easy to see how much he cares for his savior.

When Momo asks you to watch him, of course you say yes. He’s easy to please, with an even temperament and hardly any bad habits. You’d say his worst habit is his clinginess, how you can’t even go to the bathroom without the hybrid lurking outside of the door, waiting for you to get out so he can be close to you again.

But it seems he’s developed some unsavory traits living on the streets, as he pushes you to the floor as soon as you cross into Momo’s home.

“You smell different.” And it’s not a question. The hybrid’s cold nose is tickling your skin, first at your hands, then your throat, ghosting over your face before he drops down, pushes up your shirt a little so he can nose at your stomach.

“Hey! Shouto wha-”

“You smell awful.” He hisses, tail puffing up, ears flat against his head.

“I’m-I’m so sorry, I didn’t even realize.... I’ll go shower and change right now, okay? I’m sorry Sho’, I forgot you have such a sensitive nose.”

That calms him down a little bit, until you’re locking the bathroom door, Shouto stuck on the outside while you turn on the shower.

“Please let me in, I won’t look, just want to be close to you.” Comes his soft voice, and he sounds so sad, so plaintive, and you find yourself biting your lip.

“No, Shouto, I would like some privacy please while I shower. Afterwards we can cuddle or something, alright?”

There’s silence from the other side of the door, which is a tad worrying, but the quicker you can shower and change, the quicker you can go comfort the sensitive hybrid.

You find him curled up in his bed, buried underneath his blankets, frown on his face. It’s easy to slip in behind the hybrid, snuggling up against his furnace-like body heat.

No words are spoken, but the hybrid turns, buries his face into your neck, huffing and chuffing against your skin while you try not to squirm from the sensation. His little kitten licks tickle, especially when he starts grooming you, rough, textured tongue pulling rhythmically at your skin.

He dips too close to your chest, licking over your collarbone, but it’s innocent, harmless. Cats do this to each other when they feel safe, when they have a bond. You know Shouto is probably just trying to self-soothe after being left home all day. You know he’s a needy hybrid.

Shouto moves to lick at your arms, and that tickles even more, and you can’t stop from squirming and giggling a little when he licks at the crease of your elbow. Next thing you know, he has both of his slender, pale hands wrapped around one of your own hands, stuffing a few of your fingers into his mouth so he can suck on them.

You’re gasping in shock, surprised as you feel his fangs scrape over your flesh, the sensation strange and unexpected. “Shouto-!”

But the hybrid has his eyes closed, nose wiggling a bit as he falls into a rhythm, muscles relaxing as he settles down.

Another self-soothing gesture, you figure.

Today was a long day, and it doesn’t take too long before you get used to the unusual sensation of the hybrid’s tongue working over your fingers; it’s easy to fall asleep.

But when you wake up from your nap? Chaos.

Your shirt was askew, half your chest exposed, nipple pebbling in the cold as a neatly manicured hand rested over the meat of your breast.

The shorts you had slipped into out of the shower were still in place, but you were able to clearly feel the meat of Shouto’s erection as it rubbed against your mound, the hybrid’s hips stuttering forward as he panted above you, resting on an elbow.

He was gasping into your neck, quiet little breaths and held-back moans, trying not to wake you up.

But as soon as you got your bearings, began pushing at the hybrid, not even sure what to feel in this situation; Shouto lifted his head, blinking slowly.

“Want you to smell like me.” Is all the explanation that he offers, completely unmoving even as you get your hands underneath his chest and push.

“No-no, stop it, stop it right now Sho’.” Your voice is filled with panic, scratchy from sleep, weak.

Shouto shakes his head, buries it back into your neck as he starts licking at your skin, trying to comfort you, soothe you, calm you down. “I can’t...” But you knew what he was really saying, what was really running through his mind. I won’t.

The hybrid doesn’t settle until you’re drenched in sweat, wet and sticky from his cum as he’d pulled his cock out of his sleep shorts, came on your stomach, and thighs, and all over your shorts.

It doesn’t matter how much you squirm, how much you tell him that it’s wrong, how obviously unwanting you are of this treatment, Shouto doesn’t care.

Cum gets smeared on your face, into your hair, rubbed messily into your skin as Shouto nuzzles against you, purring as you tire from fighting him, grow limp underneath him, eyes staring blankly ahead as he violates you.

A small part of himself wants to go even further, to spread his seed into your mouth, down your throat, into your stomach. Shoot it deep into your womb, make you sticky and wet on not only the outside, but the inside too. An even worse, disgusting part of himself, a voice that Shouto refuses to listen to, gives him an urge to mark his territory in a primal, animalistic way.

Piss all over you, your belongings, until no one will come near you without smelling him.

Shouto wants you to smell like him, to smell claimed. By the time he’s done with you, it won’t matter how many showers you take - you won’t be able to rid yourself of his scent.

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spideykaiparker · 3 years

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Not Your Average Field trip

Peter Parker x Stark!reader

Field trip trope

warning(s) : slight smut, fluff

summary : peter's decathlon team are going on a field trip to Stark Industries, but peter wasn't allowed to go, long story short, they bumped into peter in the hallway, catching peter in a slight compromising situation.

author's note : okay, so this is my second peter parker fanfic, this is your typical peter parker field trip trope but with a slight twist, i had this idea for a while, so i hope you like it! it's okay if you don't, cause i just wrote this for my own entertainment, hehe. english is not my first language, so sorry if there's any grammar or spelling mistakes.

I'm really sorry if it's bad, but i promise it gets better along the way!

anyways, happy reading! ^_^

it was noisy in the decathlon room, Mr. Harrington was in the principal's office because apparently there's some big news for the team.

about 45 minutes later, Mr. Harrington came back to the room with a bunch of papers, wearing an excited face. immediately all of the noise stopped and the focus was on Mr. Harrington.

"okay everyone, i have some exciting news here" Mr. Harrington said, practically shaking because he couldn't contain his excitement. "we're going to Stark Industries on Friday!" he continued with a huge grin.

"what?!"

"how?"

"we're going where?"

all of peter's decathlon teammates were freaking out, excited by the news, but peter, he was freaking out because of the fact that they were going to his work place.

but then again, his teammates except ned and mj doesn't even believe that peter got an internship at Stark Industries, they think that he's lying about his internship, hell, even some of his teachers doesn't believe him, even if he already gave them the legal documents, they still won't believe him, saying that he's forging the documents. where in reality, he really got an internship. Mr. Stark has gave him a real internship seeing as he's really intelligent, some might even say he's on par with Tony Stark himself. Mr. Stark made him his personal intern, but he could still work with the other interns.

"okay calm down everybody, I'm going to hand out these forms for your parents or guardians to sign, make sure to hand it in to me on thursday" Mr. Harrington explained while handing out the forms, still a bit excited himself.

"okay you may go now"

just as peter was heading out, Mr. Harrington called him over. "pete can you come here for a second" he said while gesturing with his hand for peter to come over.

"yes Mr. Harrington? is anything wrong?"

"ah yes, unfortunately, because some of the teachers don't believe that you really have an internship at Starks Industries, they decided to not let you go, they said that your lying has gone too far, and should be punished for it, therefore you can't come on the field trip"

"what? but I'm not lying, Mr. Harrington" peter questioned, a bit hurt that his teachers don't even believe him, but also a bit relieved, because he wouldn't have to go on a field trip to his own work place.

"i know you're not pete, but unfortunately the other teachers don't think so, but you can just stay at home instead of going to school" Mr. Harrington explained, feeling sorry for peter.

"okay, Mr. Harrington, thanks for informing me" peter said while walking outside.

peter went straight to Stark Industries after that, because May finally agreed for them to stay at Stark Industries after a lot of provoking from Mr. Stark.

once he arrived at Stark Industries, he went straight up to the living quarters, more specifically to Y/N stark's room, without needing to scan his badge because the employees there already knows him.

when he reached the top he went straight to Y/N's room, only to see her sleeping in front of her desk with a bunch of unfinished projects that she's working on.

smiling at the sight, peter slowly made his way to Y/N, picking her up gently, and carrying her to her bed, then getting inside under the covers himself. Y/N automatically snuggled closer to peter, feeling his warmth, inhaling his familiar scent.

"mm.. you're back" Y/N said while rubbing her face in peter's sweatshirt like a cat.

"yeah i just got back, baby" peter replied while stroking the back of her head, smiling down at her.

"what time is it?" Y/N questioned whilst rubbing her eyes.

"uhh, i think it's a little past four pm"

"let's head to the kitchen, I'm hungryy" Y/N suggested while slowly getting up from the bed, still gaining consciousness.

once they reached the kitchen, Y/N sat down on the counter, while peter made a sandwich for both of them.

Y/N, who was still a bit drowsy from sleep, noticed the sad look on peter's face while he was making a sandwich. she made her way to peter, hugging him from the back, resting her chin on his shoulder, but can't quite reach it because of the slight height difference. so she opted to just snuggle her face on the back of his right shoulder.

"is everything okay?" she questioned, tightening her grip around his waist.

"yeah.. it's just- i was supposed to go on a field trip here on friday, but the teachers wouldn't let me go because they think I'm lying about my internship" peter answered with a frown.

"what? how could they, they can't just do that, you gave them the documents, proof that you're really an intern here" Y/N said with anger clear in her voice, hugging peter a bit tighter.

"i know, but they think that I'm forging the documents" peter answered with a defeated look on his face.

"let's go talk to my dad, I'm sure he'll do something about it"

"no, it's okay, i don't care if they don't believe me, it's fine if i don't go on the field trip, i literally live here, why would i want to go on a field trip to my own home" peter retaliated

"but still—" she got cut off by peter turning around in her hold, hugging her back, planting a kiss on her forehead.

"it's fine, Y/N, I'm okay" he said with a small smile.

still a bit mad, Y/N just nodded her head with a small pout, resting her head on his chest, hugging him tighter.

peter laughed at her cuteness, resting his head on top of her's in return, rubbing the back of her head lovingly.

they spent the rest of the day watching netflix, talking about random stuff, just enjoying each others company.

thursday, they were supposed to hand in their forms to Mr. Harrington, and while his teammates excitedly talked about going to Stark Industries, peter was just resting his head on the table, waiting for the day to go by. ned offered to not go on the field trip and just hang out with peter, but peter couldn't do that to ned, so he insisted for ned to go the field trip.

peter just couldn't wait to go home, flash has been taunting him every second about his internship, saying that he couldn't wait to prove to the whole school that penis parker is lying about his internship.

"why the sour face, parker? scared that your fake internship would be exposed?" flash taunted.

peter didn't reply, instead he just buried his head in his arms, wishing for this to all be over so he could head home and cuddle with Y/N.

"not answering, are we? afraid that I'm right?" flash continued taunting peter with a smirk.

"just leave me alone, flash" peter answered, with a tired look.

"tch, fine, I'm going to prove everyone I'm right tommorow anyways"

"whatever you say, flash" peter said while rolling his eyes.

when it was time to go home, peter practically sprinted out of the room, can't wait any longer to go home and spend time with Y/N.

when he reached the tower, he went straight to Y/N's room, finding her working on a project she's been working on for weeks.

"oh peter, you're here" Y/N said, getting up from her desk and immediately hugging peter.

peter hugged her back tightly, burying his face in her hair, inhaling her comforting scent, immediately forgetting about today's events.

when nighttime came, they laid on the bed, talking about each other's days. but peter got distracted by the way her lips move, thinking about how her lips wrapped around him, taking in his entire length in her mouth, teasingly playing with the head with her tongue.

"—pete? are you listening?" she asked with a slight smirk. she knows that peter has been staring at her lips for a quite while, she could practically see what he was imagining in his mind.

"huh? y-yeah? what?" peter breaks out of his trance, looking into her eyes that held a mishchievious glint.

"i said, were you listening?" she asked with an innocent look.

"y-yeah, i was" peter stuttered back.

"really? i could've sworn you've been looking at my lips for a while then" she climbed onto his lap "probably imagining how it would look wrapped around your pretty cock, aren't you? how i would lick the head like a lollipop, or how i would take you whole, slowly rubbing your thighs.." she trailed off, kissing his neck, running one of her hand down his chest, resting it on his growing bulge.

peter gulped, looking up at her with doe eyes, gripping her waist tightly.

"i know you said that you're fine about the field trip peter, but i could see the look on your face everytime someone mentions it, so, let me take care of you, okay?" Y/N said, slowly rubbing his growing erection through the material of his pants. she tugged on his shirt signaling him to take of his shirt, he did it almost immediately.

she got off him, only to go down in front of his erection, slowly unbuttoning his pants, sliding it down his legs, leaving his boxer briefs behind.

she kissed the insides of his thighs, leaving bite marks on her way, slowly making her way to his clothed erection.

she rubbed him through the material of his briefs, teasing him while kissing his stomach and hips continuing to leave marks.

peter couldn't contain his moans, he threw his head back moaning loudly not caring if anybody hears, gripping the bed sheets, he couldn't wait for Y/N to finally wrap her lips around him.

Y/N went up in fornt of his face, kissing him roughly, still rubbing her hand up and down his shaft. then slowly making her way down, kissing his neck, leaving marks, going down to his chest.

she wrapped her lips around one of his nipples, swirling her tongue around it, slightly biting it, while her free hand went to his other nipple, pinching it slightly with her index and thumb, occasionally switching to rolling it with her thumb.

peter was absolutely losing it, the feeling of her lips around his nipples, combined with her hand slowly rubbing his hard on. he feels as if he's going to explode if she doesn't put him in her mouth immediately.

she then continued her way down, hooking her fingers around the waistband of his briefs, finally letting it out of its confinement. his member sprung up hitting his lower abdomen, precum leaking out of the pink tip, twitching when she wrapped her hand around it.

she slowly moved her hand up and down his hard shaft, her thumb gently pressing down on the head, immediately getting a loud moan out of him.

she leaned a bit, giving small kitten licks on the head, then finally wrapping her lips around the head first, swirling her tongue around it, then slowly went down further, until her nose brushed against the base. one of her hand playing with his balls, kneading it.

peter moaned loudly, throwing his head back, one of his hand making its way to her hair gripping it tightly, guiding her head to move up and down. peter couldn't hold his hips back from thrusting into her mouth roughly, hitting the back of her throat.

this slightly surprised Y/N, choking her slightly, but doing her best to keep up with his pace.

his thrusts becoming sloppy, his member twitching inside her mouth, indicating her that he was about to cum.

"i-i'm cumming" peter said, eyes closed, his thrusts becoming even more sloppy.

with a few more thrusts, he came inside her mouth, she removed herself from him, swallowing his load, helping him with his high, running her hand up and down his shaft, with some of the cum going onto her face.

when he was done, they were both panting, looking into each others eyes with blush coating both of their faces.

he leaned down and kissed her, slightly tasting himself on her tongue. the kiss was slow, and passionate, opposite of their kiss earlier.

they pulled back and smiled at each other, until peter remember something.

"wait, i didn't get to return the favor"

"it's fine peter, i told you i was the one who's taking care of you today, you can make it up to me some other time, okay?" she said, cupping his cheeks with her hands, kissing his lips one more time.

"okay..."

"okay, I'm going to wash my face now, then we can go to sleep" she said once again, while getting up from the bed heading to the bathroom. peter just wore his briefs, too tired to do anything else.

once she was done, they cuddled the rest of the night, with her head on his chest, her arm wrapped around his neck, and one of her leg was thrown over his thighs, while his arms wrapped themselves around her waist, burying his head in her hair.

the next morning, they woke up around 10.30 a.m, because of last nights... events. after they woke up, they decided to stay a little longer in bed, just talking, maybe sneaking in some kisses in between. they were both too distracted by each other that they forgot it was friday, a.k.a the day when peter's decathlon team have a field trip to Stark Industries.

the decathlon team arrived not too long ago. usually, Stark Industries doesn't allow school field trips to go higher than the general labs. but, their tour guide, harley keener, was specifically instructed by Tony Stark himself to allow them to go to the higher levels, where tony's and bruce's labs were at. but not only that, that's also where the avengers living quarters, common rooms, and training room/gym were at. just so he can prove everyone that peter is not lying.

"okay, so just a reminder, you are not allowed to touch or take anything from here" harley informed the team while walking down the hallway after going out of the elevator.

"so as you can see, these are some of the avenger's rooms, each of their names are labeled on the door"

the team was in awe with everything, they couldn't believe that they were allowed to go to the higher levels.

"woah is that Y/N stark's room?!" one of the kid's exclaimed.

just as they were about to pass Y/N's room, the door suddenly opened, and out comes peter, only wearing some gray sweatpants, his neck and bare chest littered with hickeys, and Y/N with an oversized t-shirt —probably peter's, with some short's that almost covered by the t-shirt. "yeah i was thinking about pancakes—"

"—peter?"

"—Y/N Stark?"

the decathlon team's mouths hang wide open shocked by the scene infront of them, even ned, mj was slightly surprised but didn't showed it. they couldn't believe that penis parker the nerd was coming out of Y/N Stark's room, shirtless, with hickeys littered around his torso, and has abs.

"huh?" they —peter and Y/N, turned their heads, and when they saw who made the noise, their eyes widened.

"harley! what are they doing here!, they aren't supposed to be here!" peter exclaimed, covering his chest, standing behind Y/N.

"i don't know man, Tony told me they were allowed to go here" harley answered with a shrug.

"but i see you had some fun last night" he continued with a huge smirk on his face.

peter blushed, wanting to just bury himself in the ground and forget this ever happened.

"peter! you really work here?" one of his teammates asked.

"well yeah, i did already told you guys, didn't i? you guys just didn't want to believe me"

"i believed you since the beginning, peter!" ned exclaimed happily.

"and thank you for that" peter smiled, still can't grasp the fact that this is actually happening, his teammates caught him coming out of Y/N's room, with him looking like that.

"peter! are you really dating Y/N stark?" one of his teammates asked again, wanting to know as much as possible about the situation right now.

"umm.." he paused, looking at Y/N, silently asking her if he should tell them, when Y/N nodded with a comforting smile, he continued, "yeah.."

hearing his answer, his teammates were once again shocked by the fact that peter was really dating Y/N.

"why?" a voice asked from the back, they all looked behind them, making way for the person to come forward. the person walked forwards confidently, with smug look on his face.

"why penis parker?" it was flash. once again not wanting for peter to have such a nice life.

"what did you just called him?" Y/N asked, daring him to call peter that again, her smile immediately turning into a scowl, eyes practically boring in flash's skull.

"penis parker, why him? out of all the people you could have, for example me" flash answered, still looking smug, but a slight fear crossed his eyes. his teammates were silently watching the scene unfold infront of them, slightly scared for flash, but also knowing that he deserves it.

"why, you ask? why not? he's smart, kind, selfless, caring, got a body to die for, a face that's cute and hot on the same time, i mean how is that even possible? he's perfect, he's everything you're not ever going to be.' Y/N answered, venom practically lacing every word she utters.

before flash can utter a word, she continued, "—you think you're perfect for me? have you looked at yourself? you think you're all that, flaunting all that money, but in reality, that's just your daddy's money" she said with a mocking pout, "but after this, are you sure you're still going to have money?, you better be scared for your dad, because after the stunt you just pulled here, I'm sure dad's going to take action about it. and before you say anything about me being a daddy's girl, having her dad take care of her problems, using all of her dad's money, no. unlike you, i actually help here, i actually earn the money that's been given to me, infact, most of the avengers gears were designed with the help of me." she ended, arms crossing infront of her chest, looking intimidatingly at flash, daring him to argue.

but flash couldn't even utter a single word, mouth opening and closing like a fish, embarrassed, not looking so confident now.

peter's teammates who were just observing, was also shocked by the words uttered by the Stark girl, feeling embarrassed for flash, and admiring her intimidating aura. peter looking at her with heart eyes, practically falling in love all over again with her.

when flash didn't utter a single word, she smirked, "so now that that's settled, peter and i are going to head on our way now, bye bye~" she waved her fingers with one hand, the other pulling peter away from his teammates.

"oh yeah, one more thing, you're all going to sign NDA'S to make sure, none of this is going to get out, if you were to even utter a single word about today to anyone, you better watch out because we are going to take action." she walked out, dragging peter with her, slightly swaying her hips, peter behind her looking at her with admiration.

his teammates were once again left shocked by the whole encounter, looking back at their retreating bodies with a new found astonishment.

it was silent for a second, then all of a sudden they all started freaking out, talking about the encounter.

"okay, so that happened, come on now let's continue the tour" harley cuts, silencing everyone.

peter and Y/N decided to have breakfast, or probably brunch, and then deciding to train for a while. they headed to the training room. they changed into their workout clothes, peter just wearing a tight t-shirt, kind of like the ones steve likes to wear, paired with some shorts, and Y/N wearing a sports bra, with some matching leggings on.

they continued sparring for a while, too distracted by each other, that they didn't realize that the decathlon team was once again at the door, watching them spar with each other with astonishment, still having the difficulty to grasp that penis parker was actually cool.

somehow, they ended up with peter being pinned down on the ground, with Y/N straddling him.

Y/N smirked, leaning down, her hands still bunched up around peter's collar, using that to slightly pull peter up, making him lean his body on his elbows, then kissing him. peter kissed back almost immediately, one of his hand coming around to grip her waist.

the decathlon team who was watching the scene unfold infront of them, was once again shocked.

"...okay, let's just leave them alone now." harley awkwardly suggested, ushering everyone out.

one by one, they left the training room with shocked looks on their faces, leaving peter and Y/N in their own worlds.

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lavenderwhore444 · 3 years

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God Im pretty sure I’m going to hell ANYWAYS ok so this is a hybrid cat shigaraki, u end up adopting shigaraki from a very abuses owner so our little kitten is traumatized and terrified of everything, it took u a bit of time until he was comfortable with u , he doesn’t trust u in the beginning and thinks ur gonna do the same as his previous owner did but ur different u were so patient, sweet and soft not to mention he LOVED getting head pets from u ( he would never admit it tho) once shigaraki found out that he was in love with u he was stuck to ur hip ( he was super clingy) shigaraki’s heat was closer then expected, shigaraki didn’t want to ruin his chances with u but he couldn’t stop himself from humping everything so he hid in his room , you absolutely loved shigaraki since the day u saw him u knew u wanted him, when u first met him he scratched and hissed at u he was terrified, it honestly made u sick knowing the person who did this to him is still alive, u both got much closer he even started cuddling with u!!!! U soon fell in love with shiggy but u didn’t want to ruin what u guys have so u kept it to ur self , u noticed shigaraki was acting weird and hid in his room for two days at first u thought u might give him some space but u started getting worried u wanted to check on him before u came in u heard some little moans and whines, it just hit u that ur little kitten has there heat, u decided to help out 👀

Kinks pet-play of course dom reader and sub shigaraki maybe some pegging that’s all I can think of so feel free to add any kinks. I was listening to hello kitty by Avril Lavigne there was part where she says “ come come kitty kitty your so pretty pretty” that was inspired me to write this lmaooo

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Now you might be wondering, Claire, why did this take you literal MONTHS? Well, I wanted to perfect it. I love this concept so much that I just HAD to spend so much time on it to make it perfect. And let me just say, it's pretty good 😏

Warnings: vaginal sex, overstimulation (male), anal sex with strapon, heat, pillow humping, marking mating, whatever you want to call it.

I've decided I'm obsessed with making cat shiggy meow ☺️

‘Where the fuck am I?’ Is shigaraki’s first thought of the day.

He’s never been on a bed this soft or a house this warm. Where is he? The blankets are all fuzz. The bed is littered with stuffed animals and pillows, and sweet-smelling candles, are burning somewhere. Is he being sacrificed?

“Hey, you're awake, ” a soft voice says, coming from the end of the bed.

He recoils in fear but, upon second glance, he sees that you aren't who he thinks you are. A girl replaces the scary form of his “master.” he looks you up and down. He has to admit you are quite pretty. The sight of someone other than the large man who used to own him excites him. Maybe this is a fresh start? But perhaps you're just like him...

“Get the fuck away from me, ” he snaps, scrambling into a corner.

“It's okay, sweetie, ” you say, “I'm not gonna hurt you, ”

“Everyone says that, meow ” Shigaraki retorts, “get the fuck away before I scratch your eyes out, ”

You bite your lip, “ok, Tomura, I'm gonna sit with you for a while, though. I'll be right across the room if you need anything, ”

“I don't need shit from you, ” he says, hissing making a show of his claws.

You laughed a little, more than a bit sad at his fear, “alright, but I’ll still be here, ”

He sits in silence for a moment, surveying his surroundings. He notices fresh clothes in the dresser, and there are some game consoles set up for him. How do you know he likes video games? Fucking creep. There aren't really any escape routes but escaping is complicated when he doesn't know where he is.

“Where am I meow?” he asks, sounding meeker than intended.

“I guess I kind of adopted you, ” you explain, “we’re at our house, ”

“Why did you do that?” he asks, the edge coming back to his voice.

“You just seemed so sweet, and the man who owned you was so mean. I couldn't just leave you there; he was hurting you, ” you say, frowning a little at the thought of Tomura getting hurt.

"Why do you care?" he snaps.

You sit closer to him, making him tense.

"I already told you, I think you're sweet Tomura," you repeat, "I just can't explain it. I'd really like it if we could become friends,"

'Or maybe more,' you think to yourself.

You can't deny he is very attractive.

"How do I know you're not lying meow?" He asks.

"I think you'll just have to trust me. Do you want to play some games with me?" you ask.

"Fine," he says, "only cause I'm bored,"

You grin, "awesome. What should we play?"

Shigaraki stands up and walks over to the games, tail swaying.

"This," he says, holding up animal crossing, "you probably like it cause it's dumb. What's your name anyway?" he asks.

"I'm y/n," you answer.

"I guess your names not awful, meow”, he mutters.

Truthfully, he already thinks you're beautiful, and you seem so kind. Shigaraki sits unusually close to you on the bed as the two of you play. You play late into the night; he makes a good bit of progress. Eventually, you feel his head rest on your shoulder, and he falls asleep on you.

You ease Tomura into your lap.

"There we go," you whisper, "you're safe now,"

Little did you know he's wide awake, smiling to himself and nuzzling his head closer to you. The sound of soft purring fills your ears as he drifts off into the most peaceful sleep.

He's pretty disgruntled when he wakes up alone. Where have you gone? Shigaraki doesn't have to wonder for long when you come back with a plate of food.

"Hey, are you hungry?" you ask, setting a plate of food on the table next to him.

He nods, digging in right away. You watch him eat like a man starved. Honestly, he might have been. He puts the plate down and moves closer to you. He's beginning to trust you more and more.

"Tomura, ” you say, “I have to put a collar on you now, just in case you get lost, ok?” you push some hair out of his face, “id be so sad if I lost you, ”

“fine, meow” he mumbles.

Truthfully his heart is melting at the thought. That you aren’t embarrassed by him, that you want to keep him safe and close to you. When you click the collar into place he hugs you, tugging at your shirt.

It’s shocking how fast he’s becoming comfortable with you but definitely pleasing. The next few days are calm, spent lounging around the house. He‘s getting so trusting with you. He occasionally pushes his head beneath your hand so you scratch his head. He always denies it, though; he has a tough-guy exterior to keep up.

However, something changes within him. He feels a strange warmth, not a necessarily bad feeling, around you. Tomura knows what cats were supposed to do. They are supposed to cuddle and play with their owners. Should he be doing that? Should he act like a “normal cat”? He concludes that you don’t want that at all. The lack of cat toys, a cat tree, and you allowing him to eat at the table solidify that.

However, he does want to cuddle. He tries to cuddle like all the time. But you have work, and you get tired, and you run errands, and he becomes sad. Tomura knows you have a life outside of him, but you really shouldn't. He should be your only priority. When Christmas break finally rolls around, and you start spending more time at the house, he's elated.

He has internet access, of course. He needs it to play his video games! But it was restricted. You don’t want your little kitty to see things he’s not supposed to. He starts to like watching movies too. At first, they‘re action movies with lots of blood and fighting, which you don’t necessarily agree with, but it doesn’t seem to bother him. He slowly gets bored with them and stumbles across a romance movie.

Tomura becomes engrossed in them. He loves watching the couple fall in love and be happy. One movie, in particular, weirds him out. It looks like they were taking off their clothes. They start kissing and making strange noises. He doesn't like it one bit, it makes his cheeks feel hot, and his cock gets semi-hard. He turns it off immediately.

It doesn’t take long for him to forget about it and keep watching different ones. Soon he finds some similarities between him and the main character. The way they feels around their love interest is the same way he feels around you. Is he in love with you?! It seems so and you have just recently come to the same conclusion as him.

Soon he’s all over you, following you everywhere. Tomura pushes open your door every night and snuggling up to you. He’ll purr and nuzzle into you, happy sighs escaping him. Whenever he “accidentally” wakes you up, you never get mad at him. You just cuddle him and talk all night, giggling and talking until you both fall asleep.

Oddly enough, you‘re oblivious to his feelings for you. Whenever he cuddles with you, you hold back the urge to kiss him on the lips. You don’t want him to feel awkward around you. Soon he starts acting strange without any change in behavior from you. He stops coming in your room at night and wont come out of his room.

You don't want to be overbearing, so you give him space...for a while. Meanwhile, in his room, Tomura is lying naked on the bed, panting and sweating. He feels strange, just like he did when he was watching that movie. He doesn't understand what‘s happening to his body but when he humps his pillow it feels like an itch is being scratched. The first time he cums he‘s terrified and lets out a scared “meow!”

But it feels so good. The feeling doesn't go away, so he decides the only solution is to keep humping. Soon he‘s limp but still grinding his hips on the poor pillow. He takes deep whiffs of your sweater, huffing it like a drug. His tongue is lolling out of his mouth and his eyes are rolling back in his head. He‘s starting to hurt down there but he just can't stop cumming.

Oh, why can't he reach the phone you left in his room? Why is his voice too hoarse to call out to you? Tomura is scared. He can’t eat or sleep. Sweat has soaked into the mattress and his poor little cock is starting to hurt. You‘re getting worried too so you wander up to his room and callout to him, pressing your ear to the door.

“y/n meow,” he calls out hoarsely, almost a whisper.

All you can hear are desperate whines and moans. Is Tomura...in heat? Oh, your poor kitty is probably in so much pain! You have to help him, so you open the door and see him. It is a pathetic (yet erotic) sight. He looks so desperate. He‘s crying and looks so scared. Tomura just whines and reaches out to you even though he‘s far away.

“Oh, sweetheart,” you whisper.

You walk over to him and scoop him up, sitting him on your lap. He continues to try and hump you, but you can tell how much his poor dick hurts. You hug him tightly, feeling guilty that you took so long to check on him.

Tomura tugs at your shirt, he can't figure out why he wants you to take off your clothes, but he does. You oblige, ready to do anything your sweet kitten wants. When he sees your top half naked, he feels his cock beg for you. He starts to tug aimlessly at your pants, and you take them off, once again, all too eager to please.

He doesn't have any sexual knowledge, but he has instincts, pure carnal instincts that tell him just how to breed his mate’s tight pussy. Tomura grabs your hips, his claws accidentally puncturing the skin. You yelp as he pulls you on top of him. When he slams you down onto his long fat cock he doesn't get the rush of pleasure he expected.

He's hit with an extreme amount of pain and lets out a panicked meow. You lift yourself off of him quickly, and Tomura misses the feeling of your cunt even though it caused him so much pain. He paws at you, but you keep him from shoving himself in you again.

“Tomura,” you say softly, “you need to calm down; you're hurting yourself,”

“Meow! need!” he cries.

“So needy,” you mutter, “youre just gonna hurt yourself,”

“Don’t care! Need!” he begs.

“Hold on,” you say, getting up and ignoring the insistent pawing at your shirt as he whines.

You rifle through your drawers until you find the dildo you got and the free strap-on attachment that came with it. You smile and gran some lube; this is exactly what you need for your pretty kitty. He watches with curious eyes and blown out pupils due to pure lust.

“Let's give your poor cock a break,” you say.

He nods, but where are you going to put that? You climb onto the bed with him, and he hugs you, sucking on your tit. He feels so at peace. Your boobs are so soft and pretty. He wants to stay like this forever. But when Tomura feels those nimble fingers of yours start to trail across his lower back just above his ass he shivers.

He leaves open-mouthed kisses across your chest; he lets them get sloppy and wet as you rub his back.

“Need,” he whispers again, eyes half-lidded.

You tilt Tomura’s head up and give him his first proper kiss. He's seen this in movies and knows you're supposed to say “I love you” after...right? He doesn't know the full meaning of the three little words he's about to say.

“I love you y/n,” he says when you pull away.

“I love you too,” you say, taken aback just a bit.

He gives you a love-drunk smile and tries to rut against your thigh but yelps again, remembering how sensitive he is.

“C’mere pretty kitty,” you coo, “lay on your back for me,”

He nods and lays on his back, painfully aware of how exposed he is to your careful, calculating eyes. He starts purring when you muzzle your head into his neck. Are you going to mark him?! Do you really want him to be your mate?! Oh, he hopes so! He smiles, and his breathing picks up, but his ears flatten on his head when you pull away.

“No mate meow?” Tomura asks, face falling.

For the first time all day, he feels his cock soften sadly. He doesn't understand the look of confusion on your face and tears up a bit.

“I'm not sure I understand,” you say, brushing some hair out of his face and feeling guilty when you see his teary eyes.

“I want you to mark me,” he says, bottom lip quivering, “please meow?”

Your eyes widen, “oh,” maybe you did learn something useful in school, “of course honey,”

You lean down again, unsure of how hard to bite his neck. You can tell exactly where you're supposed to bite. A strong musky smell radiates from the side of his neck and you decide to sink your teeth in until you break skin. When you do, he sighs happily at the feeling of your admittedly dull teeth (in comparison to his) in his neck.

“Mate,” he purrs.

You pull away when you can tell he's satisfied. He pulls you in for another kiss, tasting some of his blood on your tongue. He doesn't notice your fingers traveling to the bottle of lube on the bed and pumping some onto your fingers. He does notice when you start to rub around where you're not supposed to.

“Hey! What are you doing, meow?!” Tomura says, squirming at the strange new sensation.

When you find your mark and circle his asshole, any objections he just made the in the past. When he feels your finger begin to sink into his tight hole, he sighs happily. He isn't supposed to be the one getting penetrated, but he can't help how much he loves the feeling of your finger wiggling around inside of him.

When you add in another finger, he meows happily, grinding on your fingers. All this pleasure without the pain, what has he done to deserve this? To deserve you? Tomura’s back arches as he moves his hips; he can feel himself coming to a different kind of climax, but you pull away right when he's on the edge.

He looks up at you with pleading eyes and trembling thighs. He sees you putting that strange liquid on something much larger and gulps. He feels his asshole gape around nothing, waiting for something to fill it up.

“Is that going inside me, meow?” he asks nervously.

“It won't hurt,” you say, cupping his face, “i promise,”

Tomura gulps but nods. He trusts you. When the head of the dildo pushes into him he's tense and panting already.

“You have to relax,” you whisper in his ear, “be a good boy and relax,”

He tries, letting the nervous knot in his stomach untangle. His breathing slows as you push in more of the dildo. It starts to feel good, having you in some of him, and it's even better when the head of the dildo hits a spot that makes him mewl. He wraps his arms around your neck and pulls you down to him, causing you to poke his prostate again.

He moans and buries his face in your neck, purring loudly. You start to move your hips at an agonizingly slow pace. You worm your arms under him and hold him close while you help him adjust. He's planting and mewling happily.

“Love you,” he moans, “I love you so much y/n,”

“I love you too, Tomura,” you whisper, kissing the shell of his ear.

“It's so good,” he groans, “you're amazing meow. The perfect mate,”

“Yeah?” you say, too focused to respond.

He nods, “the best ever,”

You keep thrusting, speeding up just a bit. That makes Tomura yelp happily. His tongue lolls out as he smiles. There's not one thought behind those beautiful red eyes—just pure pleasure. It's taking over his entire body and he can't help but meow happily.

He likes to think of himself as more refined than most hybrids. More human, but all he can think of now is how wonderful being your little kitty is.

“I'm gonna cum,” he whimpers, “gonna cum, meow”

His dick quivers, and his asshole clenches as cum spurts out of him, but it's still not enough. To satiate his desires, he needs to be inside of you when he cums. When you pull out of him slowly and remove the strap on, he bites the bullet and plunges into you, ignoring the pain that makes him sob and absolutely hammers into you.

You're helpless underneath him as he has his way with you. You can't deny how good he feels inside of you. Tomura hates how long he's lasting. He needs to get this over with, although having you cum on his cock would be pretty nice. When he feels you worm your fingers down to your clit he starts to be thankful he hasn't lost his mind and cum yet.

That look on your face makes him so happy. He wants you to be happy. He wants you to cum, so he holds out until you milk his cock with your cunt. And when he lets go it's heavenly. The itch has been scratched, and he collapses on top of you, purring as his tail twitches. You scratch behind his ears to help him get some much-needed rest.

It works nearly immediately, and your sweet kitty is asleep in mere minutes. You love Tomura more than you can put into words, and he loves his pretty little mate. His adorable little y/n.

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howdoyousleep3 · 3 years

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where’s that hc about bucky learning to touch 🤲

I was hoping someone would notice that tag and hit me up. Thank you, sweet pea. This one is special to me, one of many. ❤

Bucky doesn’t say much about what happened to him after the fall and before Steve was miraculously given a second chance at a life with him. Steve is thankful for that. The details he does know come from Bucky’s therapist and from files that have been scrounged up over time, ones Steve can’t stomach through, ones he hands to Natasha and asks only for the information she finds pertinent.

Steve is sure he’d die of a goddamn broken heart if he knew every detail of Bucky’s 70+ years of brainwashed torture.

What he needs to know about Bucky is constant and will never change: this is James Barnes, the one in the same Steve spent his entire life falling in love with, Steve loves him now more than ever, and he is going to live every day he’s gifted with in this life for Bucky.

There are things Steve expects after Bucky joins him and the others back at the Tower, things Bruce has helped him comprehend in such a volatile predicament.

“It could take months, years even, for him to come back to you in full. And honestly, Steve...I would be ready for the possibility of him not returning to you in full. This may not end up being the Bucky you knew and grew up with. He needs therapy, needs patience, needs reminders of his life before, of who he was and is. This won’t be easy, Steve.”

Anything for Bucky.

There are things Bucky took to right away and other things that took much longer for him to enjoy or remember. Steve is with him every step of the way.

Sleep was one thing that Steve thought would be a struggle. After only one month of sleeping on the floor in the corner of his bedroom, Steve able to hear him tossing and turning and breathing heavily through his own bedroom wall, it took one afternoon nap on the couch to make him want to move to his new bed. While nightmares continued, Bucky slept albeit in small increments and sometimes through the day, but he slept.

Steve thought that would take years.

Crowds were another story. Crowds came with trust and Bucky rightfully didn’t trust others easily. He barely trusted Steve at first. It took time to get him out of the apartment, baby steps, one step forward and two steps back. They started with walks at dawn, fewer people, gave a shot at stopping for coffee on the way home a few times.

“It’s a Venti here, Buck,” Steve had tried to explain and Bucky huffed. “Why are things so goddamn complicated now? Just want a coffee, a—”

“I know— a black coffee with too much sugar. I got it.”

They’re working on interactions with others and the anxiety that comes with crowds. That one will take time.

What hadn’t taken time, and what startled everyone in the tower beyond belief, was Bucky and affection.

Steve may not know much of what Bucky has spent most of his life enduring but he at least had the assumption that what Bucky went through shouldn’t make him want any kind of touch from another person. Steve wrongfully assumed that any sort of gentle or soft touch wasn't something Bucky would like.

Bucky had spent the past 70+ years walking this earth as a killer, a robot, a machine, an assassin. He surely spent decades thinking he wasn’t worthy of anything, let alone love. He had been touch-starved, void of the tenderness and closeness Steve knows Bucky deserved and craved underneath the brainwashed parts of him.

It took time for Bucky to remember who Steve was to him. While he had recognized him immediately, remembering him but not how, it took months for Bucky to remembered the capacity in which he did so.

And Steve waited.

And waited.

Steve was gifted with small moments along the way, on this journey of Bucky remembering both himself and who Steve was to him:

“You...you were real small once,” Bucky said, factual with no trace of a question, hands in soapy water as he handed Steve a plate to dry. Steve had merely hummed. “Yeah, was...was maybe half the size I am now. Real small.”

“Could fit both’a my hands right around your middle…”

It had been a long while since Steve blushed like that.

Bucky standing over Steve’s sleeping form, heaving chest visible by only the filtered moonlight, Steve mumbling out a, “Buck, wha—?” before Bucky whispered, “You...you’ve been inside of me.” Steve sat up.

“I have,” Steve breathed, on cautious ground, shakier when Bucky then whispered, “But you like it better when I’m inside’a you.”

When Steve had swallowed audibly, nodded his head wordlessly, Bucky had turned and left the room.

It took months of moments like those to compile together, to form the picture of what Steve once was, what he yearned to continue to be, to Bucky. All of these moments, these memories, came to a head so unpredictably during yet another movie night. Knees knocking, fingers brushing, small touches that Steve absolutely soaked in, had gotten used to, had relearned.

When a glance towards Bucky had the wind knocking its way out of Steve’s chest, the familiarity of that look a bone-deep ache—

Bucky was going to kiss him.

A look full of determination and want, lips parted, eyes a bit glassy. Steve didn't dare move, had let Bucky come to him for fear of scaring him away. The moment their lips touched was the moment Bucky started crying. It had only been a short brush of their lips but Steve barely breathed, barely moved. Bucky had pulled back with wide, wet eyes, shaky breaths. “Buck, it’s okay. It’s okay. Everything’s alright, sweetheart,” are the words that easily slipped from his mouth, unable to stop them in a moment of progress that satiated his entire being.

That was the moment that changed everything. It was a startle to everyone involved. Steve had been ready to wait years, this entire life, for the moment he could touch Bucky again, could show him that physicality he knew his Buck craved. After that night on the couch it was as if the floodgates had opened—

Bucky remembered and wanted.

Regardless of where they were or what was happening, he wanted to be touching Steve: soft kisses on the cheek and lips, laying his head in Steve’s lap as he read, lacing his fingers between Steve’s during meetings, an arm wrapped around Steve’s waist between bouts of sparring. He’d trace patterns onto Steve’s thigh as he watched Steve draw, press against the line of his back while he cooked dinner.

Steve was floating on a cloud, was in heaven, never happier. It was perfection.

But what Bucky wanted, Steve couldn’t provide, couldn’t meet. Steve was only one man, couldn’t provide Bucky, whom touch had been stolen away from for decades, with everything he wanted. And that was okay, something Steve accepted, because there were other people Bucky could turn to that Steve trusted.

“I’m sure you all know why I asked you to meet with me,” Steve started, choosing a time Bucky was napping to meet with the rest of the group that either lived in or frequented the Tower. “Bucky has shown us a new side of him, has made some progress I think it’s worth discussing with everyone, since we’re all...we’ve all been affected...”

“Uhh, yeah— your Barnes-y boy has been all over me lately. I’m almost offended that everyone else is here to talk to Cap though. Thought he was just comin' onto me.”

“I have to tell you, I didn’t...I know we talked, Steve. But I’m honestly shocked at Bucky’s progress. It’s baffling.”

“I haven’t minded it. He lets me braid his hair.”

“Wait— y’all are getting touches?”

It was a group effort, supporting Bucky in this way. It was an adjustment, Bucky never prompting and questioning before touching or requesting touches— he just went for it. He was quiet still, not shy, merely observant. And just like he nudged at and leaned against Steve until his hands were on him, he did the same to others.

“I just ask that you show Bucky grace during this time. It’s a delicate situation. I need to know if you don’t want his touch or don’t wish to give him any kind of touch. I think it would be best if it came from me instead of from you in the moment.”

Natasha was who Bucky went to for scratches. Steve thinks it’s the nails. Steve also thinks Nat is Bucky’s favorite to go to for touches, even over him, but Bucky refuses to admit it.

When Bucky wants mindless touches, when he wants tickles and scratches, he goes to her. She naturally took to Bucky’s need for touches, the first occurrence one that came without hesitation. She’ll braid his hair, let him turn his head right where he wants her head scratches, naturally reaches for his back or shoulders to run her nails across when he saddles in close to her.

Thor is one of Bucky’s favorites too. Steve isn’t sure if it’s because of his strength or because of his warm and accepting demeanor but Bucky gravitates towards Thor often, mainly for neck and shoulder rubs. One, “James, my friend. You musn’t be afraid of asking for touch with me. I will always be willing to assist,” and that was all Bucky needed to feel comfortable walking over to Thor and nudging at his hands.

He puts his head on Bruce’s shoulder as soon as he can, likes sparring and playing hide and seek with Clint, enjoys putting his feet in Sam’s lap. Tony took some warming up to, but even then Bucky spent many hours in Tony’s lab, Tony guiding his hands, showing him what to do and how to work different machines, the two of them tinkering on his own arm.

Bucky kinda turns into the Tower kitty cat, wandering around quietly, napping in the sun, snacking, demanding affection from anyone he crosses paths with and trusts.

Everyone had their form of touch they shared with Bucky and Bucky absolutely blossomed under this form of support. Steve is forever grateful to be surrounded by a group of understanding individuals.

And every night when he lifts the comforter and feels the solid line of Bucky’s warm form against his side, the arm that now easily and inevitably slips around his waist, the familiar lips that always press against his temple, shoulder, and cheek, Steve is reminded this day was for Bucky and that the one they’ll wake up to will also be for him.

"I love you, Buck."

"Mhmm love you too, pal."

Steve doesn't even mind that Bucky spends his nights snoring in the crook of his neck, hot breath wafting over Steve's skin, hands grabby even as he dreams—

This is heaven.

#askK #fluffy lub #recovering bucky #found family #avengers 2012 #this is one of a million i have of these #i rarely share like...canon-ish thoughts because i assume people are going to tear them to pieces lol #but i've been sitting on this one for a while #my tense might be way outta wack here lol my bad #tower of god

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angry-geese · 3 years

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Fluorescent Adolescent

Itadori x Reader x Sukuna

Warnings: sfw. platonic/romantic (interpretable). some minor swearing. mostly fluff. mention of violence. poly (sort of). Gn!Reader

Notes: Yuji and the reader have a movie night together. Sukuna decides to tag along

Nights at home were rare.

There’s not a lot of downtime when studying to become a sorcerer. Gojo was always sending you off on jobs that his students were very much not ready to handle. The line of work doesn't really follow a set schedule. Curses rarely exorcise themselves.

You haven't even graduated and you already wanted to retire.

You wanted to do something to celebrate your time off. Yuji suggested a movie night. You had nothing else in mind, and it sounded nice. The two of you thought about inviting Nobara. Movies weren't really her thing; she had other plans anyway. It wasn't often you got to hang out with just Yuji.

Gojo side-eyed you when you asked to borrow a movie. Your first mistake was asking him. The last time you borrowed one from him, the disc had been switched out with a porno. It took Yuji quite a while to figure out what was wrong. Nobara couldn’t pause the thing fast enough. Whether he forgot, or he did it on purpose, you’ll never know. You have the sneaking suspicion he meant to do it. When you gave it back the next day, Gojo never questioned why Yuji couldn’t look him in the eye.

Maybe that’s why Nobara passed on this one.

Eventually you settled on a horror movie. You're not quite sure what it was about. It looked gruesome. The cover had fake looking blood all over it. Despite being a jujutsu sorcerer, you were a wimp when it came to things like this. In the heat of the moment you could deal with it, but when it came to movies you were squeamish. It didn't matter how many times you told yourself that it wasn't real.

In the other room, the microwave beeps. The smell of burned popcorn fills the room. He likes his burnt; you can't stand the stuff. Two bowls had to be made. Both with a healthy dousing of salt and butter. Not the powdered stuff either; the real kind.

"You're going to miss it!" You call out.

"No I'm not!" Only a moment later followed by: "maybe I am!"

Yuji flings himself over the couch, just in time for the movie to start. Popcorn spills over the sides of the bowl, onto the couch and floor. He shouts "five second rule" before popping one into his mouth. Immediately you tackle him. He’s a bit stronger than you, and easily struggles free. It takes you nearly sitting on him to stop him. You have to pry the rest of the floor popcorn out of his hands like someone fighting their dog for an item it shouldn't be eating.

"Are you going to stop?” You ask. “Or are you going back for more the second I let you go?"

Weakly he nods.

The moment you let go of his wrists he’s lunging past you, reaching for it. In one swift motion you have him under you, pinning him to the floor.

The movie starts off with a creepy looking scientist, and two women stranded in a forest. You admit defeat, and collapse on top of him.

"Man I got hit so many times over this one," he offhandedly mentions.

"What?"

His response is a grunt.

If he says something out of pocket, it's best not to acknowledge it. He could write an entire novel about his life and barely scratch the surface. It’s almost impressive at this point.

It intrigued you, though. There were about a million questions you had for him. Asking one only brought up a hundred more.

The first thing you learned about Itadori Yuji was how he was Sukuna’s vessel. The second thing you learned was that he was going to die.

You were told not to get attached. Against almost everyone's advice, you did. So did many others. Yuji was truly strange. He didn't have the look of a man given a death sentence.

You often wonder how you'd react in his situation. Maybe you'd go to your death with a lot less grace. But there's no way of knowing until it happens. You like to think you'll go out in a blaze of glory.

Your interactions with Sukuna had been few, and only in passing. Aside from stories, you don't have much to say about him. Generally you aren't around when they switch. The one time you were, they didn't stay switched for very long. It still made you wonder. Since they shared domes, could Sukuna see everything that went on in Yuji's daily life? How much control did they really have over each other?

Sukuna would often switch out with Yuji while he slept. You expected that. He was unpredictable, and a bit of a prick. He's the king of curses after all. What more would you expect from a demon? Strangely enough, he never did anything. It wasn’t a proper switch, more like a particular hand or leg was taken over. Sometimes he'd knock things over, or hide Yuji's things, but he was never much more than an inconvenience. The guy could be a menace, sure, but he wasn't nearly what you expected.

He lays his head in your lap. Instinctively your hand finds his head, gently carding through his hair. It's strangely soft. It feels nice between your fingers. Sometimes you wonder if he dyes his hair, or if it's naturally like that. Come to think of it, you've never seen a baby picture- or even a childhood photo.

It's almost horrifying how quickly Yuji began to doze off. You sat there the entire time in wide-eyed horror. Maybe a bit of disbelief. If he feels the way your legs tense underneath him, he says nothing about it. He's snoring in no time. He can't help it, your hands feel so nice in his hair.

Unfortunately, you had caught Sukuna's attention too.

Nothing went on in Yuji's life without Sukuna listening in. Every little detail about his day to day life was known by Sukuna. Most days he didn't care to listen in. Unless there was a fight, or something to piss off, he wasn't interested. He was the first to realize how fond his host was of you. Immediately he started plotting all the ways he could hurt Yuji with you.

That plan was cut short.

He's not sure when it happened. Slowly you became worth something to him. Your strength was promising. If you continued on your path you could prove to be a truly frightening sorcerer. He found your will to fight impressive, albeit naive. At first it was a reluctant respect. You had promise. He could use that. Either against your or against other sorcerers, it didn't matter to him. You'd work in his favor eventually.

There was one moment that stuck out. One where his feelings went from a general distaste to fondness. You were fighting a curse, of all things. Although it didn't hit hard, it could shrug off a lot of damage. It wasn't particularly strong, but it was tough, and smart, proving to be a pain in the ass to everyone involved. With a snap of his fingers he could have exorcised it. But he didn't. Watching you two fight it was much more entertaining. If his host was killed, he'd simply bring him back.

Something went wrong. He's not quite sure what. The moments went by like shots out of a badly filmed movie. One scene. Then cut. Then the next scene. Then cut.

You're clinging onto his arm, asking if he's—Yuji—is okay. You weren't even hurt, but you were soaked in blood.

His feelings for you weren't disgust, or hatred, or even pity. It was something much worse. If he was capable of liking someone, it would be you. Sukuna could never imagine himself feeling this way for a human.

He hates that.

The affection he feels isn't love in a proper sense, but that's the only word for it. A creature like him isn't capable of love. He's the king of curses, he'll never lower himself to the level of humans. He'll never view you as more than a pet, but he cares for you in some sort of way.

Sukuna's affection comes out as bullying. Well, as much as a lone mouth can bully someone. You've learned to tune him out or brush him off. He's harmless around you. Yuji seems to keep him on a short leash. His bark is far worse than his bite. At least to you. You really can't say that for any unfortunate bastard that decides to piss him off.

Jokingly, you began referring to Sukuna when talking to Yuji. It was only to make him roll his eyes. Everyone hated when you did that, because usually Sukuna would respond. You tried to see how long you could get him to talk before he realized you we're screwing with him. It usually took a while.

Yuji's snores have gotten awfully quiet. The movie is less terrifying than you expected, but it makes your stomach churn. His eyes are open when you look down. They aren't Yuji's; they have a different look in them. Sukuna’s eyes have no humanity in them at all.

Both sets of Sukuna's eyes are focused on the TV. You're not quite sure when they switched. He made no show of it. One second he was Yuji, the next he wasn't. His hand rests on your knee, his thumb gently rubbing across your skin. He feels a bit colder than Yuji. You can’t help but wonder if it’s a curse thing or just a coincidence.

You try not to stare for too long.

"This is boring." He says. "You find this scary? Let alone entertaining?"

He doesn't like seeing you distressed, even if it's directed at something that isn't real.

"Yes, thank you," you say.

Maybe if you keep scratching his head he'll stop talking.

"Why do you like these? Clearly you don't like being scared." He says.

"Keep talking and I'll stop playing with your hair."

His sharp nails dig into your skin. "No."

"Then I suggest you stop talking,"

He sulks. It’s almost impressive how quickly you get him to back down.

He's a bit like a cat; the second your arms are tired and you need to rest, his fingers are digging into your skin. He doesn't want you to stop. The moments where he wants affection are ones where you can't—or don't want—to give it to him.

It's almost a competition between him and Yuji. His host is always so open with how he cares for you. You’re very affectionate towards each other. You’re affectionate towards all your friends. He finds it sickening. He wants your attention to be on him and only him. Yuji is only competition. Unfortunately for him—and you too, let's face it—they're a package deal. Sharing isn’t exactly a skill he has.

He shifts so he's sitting up, his head resting against your chest. Your heartbeat drops off for a second, before picking up in pace. You rest your chin on top of his head. Your hands find his hair, brushing it out of his eyes.

It's not long after his breathing evens out.

His head nods, eyes half shut, gaze still on the tv. You're so warm, he notes. He doesn't remember human contact feeling this nice. However hard he tries to fight sleep, it's no use, he can't stay awake for much longer.

For now, he would settle on sharing you if it meant he could have moments like this.

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goldentournesol · 3 years

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Truth or Dare

(Spencer Reid x fem!Reader)

The one where Spencer is married with children and JJ confesses her love for him. Length: 2.7k A/N: this is technically a bonus chapter of The Receptionist and the Profiler but can definitely be read as a standalone. this is my take on the JJ confession, enjoy! don’t be shy, leave a comment or reblog! masterlist

Y/N furiously clicked her mouse in response to her computer screen lagging. She released an exasperated sigh and placed her head into her hands. She could practically feel the bags under her eyes increase in size and depth as she tried to regain control of her breathing. Raising two children and being the BAU’s liaison was proving to be extremely difficult, she couldn’t go out into the field or travel with the team as much. After what happened with Cat Adams, she had a hard time leaving Emelia and Adaline. Emily only requested her help as a liaison in the field when she absolutely needed it, anything else could be taken care of from Quantico. Her head pounded against her palms and her only reprieve from her incessant headache was closing her eyes. She must have dozed off in her office because the next thing she knew, she was waking up to a warm hand squeezing her shoulder.

She shot up in her seat, heart beating at an alarming rate until she was met with her husband’s eyes. Her shoulders instantly relaxed, “You’re back.” She said with relief, standing to wrap him in a tight hug.

“Are you okay?” Spencer asked into her shoulder, squeezing her tighter than usual.

She fought back a yawn and nodded, “Yeah, I’m just exhausted.” She pulled back and rested her hands on his face to inspect for injuries and found none on his face. A bandaged hand wrapped around one of her wrists and she gasped, “What happened?”

“It doesn’t matter, it’s not that deep, just a little gash.” Spencer said dismissively, his thumb rubbing against her wrist. “Let’s go home.” She nodded and quickly packed her things, eager to see her two baby girls.

On her way out, she noticed JJ and Rossi speaking in hushed tones. She managed to wave at them as she and Spencer made their way to the elevator. Rossi waved back, JJ looked away. Y/N had thought nothing of it, perhaps this had been a hard case on her. At least they had Rossi’s wedding tomorrow to look forward to and unwind a little. The girls would be with a babysitter and Y/N was looking forward to dressing up and hopefully getting a little (a lot) wine drunk.

Spencer was silent the entire way home, which wasn’t uncommon, so again, Y/N had thought nothing of it. As soon as they made it through the door, Emelia and Adaline came running up to the door, squealing with glee. Each parent scooped up a baby girl and showered them with kisses until they switched.

Here, with a beautiful healthy daughter in his arms, he could forget about all the confusion of JJ’s confession. Spencer usually dealt with these difficult things on his own and in his head. He hadn’t had time to process it fully to bring it to his wife. He would deal with it later, right now, all he wanted was to spend time with his three favorite girls. Y/N hadn’t noticed anything different in the way Spencer was acting around the girls, but each hug he gave her felt a little tighter. She appreciated it and was definitely not about to complain about receiving tighter hugs from her husband.

The suspicions began the next day at Rossi’s wedding. With the girls not serving as a distraction, Y/N began to see the signs of Spencer retreating into himself. She hadn’t heard all the details of the last case yet, but Emily will soon let her know.

Emily was in the middle of giving a speech when Y/N snuck a look at Spencer beside her. He was politely listening, but everything about his eyes let her know that he was elsewhere. She caught JJ’s eye across the room, it seems as though JJ was staring at her husband as well. Before Y/N could ask with her eyes, JJ had looked away once more, the aversion of her gaze hinting at shame. A sinking feeling resided in her chest.

She leaned towards him, linking their arms together, her heart strings intertwining with his in some metaphysical sense. Her sudden affection made him turn to her and send her a small smile. He quieted down the question in her eyes with a tender kiss to her cheek, knowing for a fact that the woman across the room watched what happened, a silent declaration of what he chose, what he will always choose.

Before they knew it, the music began blaring with Luke, Matt, and Penelope stealing the show with their dance moves. Y/N couldn’t contain her laughter as she watched them all prance around. In true Garcia fashion, she approached her and pulled her up to begin dancing. Y/N looked back towards Spencer for help but he just laughed and encouraged her to dance. All too soon, the music morphed into a slow paced rhythm. Turning around to ask Spencer to dance, she found the seat to be empty. Eyes flitting to the bar, she found Spencer and JJ in the middle of a conversation.

“Hey, you can dance with me!” Tara said, whisking Y/N away from the scene. Y/N sent her a small grateful smile, but her curiosity was heavy.

“Is JJ okay? Did something happen?” Y/N asked Tara as they slow danced together. Tara was visibly taken aback by the question, she thought Spencer would have told Y/N about what had happened by now, but she decided that it was not her story to tell.

“Yeah, JJ’s totally fine.” Tara said dismissively and began steering Y/N away from that conversation. They soon broke apart to gather around the cake. Y/N was only half paying attention until she saw JJ take her place next to Will and was alerted of Spencer’s presence as he placed his hands on her hips from behind. She leaned into his warmth and let it go for the final time that night, she would ask about it when they were alone. But by the time the night ended, JJ was not on Y/N’s list of important things to remember. She was a little bit past tipsy and Spencer practically had to drag her out to their car.

The weekend went by smoothly, Spencer had his head buried in mountains of papers from his students even though Y/N told him that he could read them online and save so much paper. The weekend had come and gone and they were back in the office in the blink of an eye. The awkwardness between the two lifelong friends resumed. JJ was arguably the closest person to Spencer on the team (besides Y/N of course), so she found it more than weird that the two were actively avoiding each other.

Lunch time came around and Y/N had had enough of it, she snuck into Penelope’s office.

“Hey, sunshine!” Penelope greeted, taking a hefty bite out of her donut.

“Hey.” Y/N said, leaning against the desk adjacent to Penelope’s, stirring her coffee.

“What’s going on?” Penelope stared at her knowingly. Y/N immediately put the coffee down and stared at Penelope.

“Did something happen between JJ and Spence on the last case?” Y/N asked directly, deciding that beating around the bush would help no one.

Y/N didn’t miss the slight widening of Penelope’s eyes, “Wh-what? Why would you ask that?”

“They’ve been acting really awkward around each other and JJ’s been avoiding me like the plague.” Y/N huffed.

Penelope panicked, stuttering out, “I uh, I really think you should talk to Spencer.”

“No one’s telling me anything! Not you, not Tara! Should I be worried?” She asked, exasperated.

“Honestly? No, I don’t think so. Spencer loves you.” Penelope said surely.

Spencer loves you.

What does that even mean?

Y/N turned on her heel, leaving her coffee and marched all the way to Spencer’s desk. The carpet drowned out the clickity clack of her heels. Spencer raised his head from his files to smile at her.

“My office, now.” Y/N said simply, her tone neither angry nor cool, his smile retreating as he followed her like a puppy. Matt and Luke shared a knowing look between them and pretended to focus on their work so as to not get caught in the line of fire.

She closed the door and the blinds, crossing her arms and turning to see him taking a seat, “Care to explain why Garica just felt the need to assure me that my husband loves me? Or to explain why you and JJ have been acting so weird and having secret conversations? Or maybe why she’s been acting like I don’t exist for the past 3 and a half days?”

For a moment, Spencer looked like a child who had been caught stealing cookies out of the cookie jar, then his face returned to an unnerving mask of calm. This mask made her panic even more.

“Does this have anything to do with the hostage situation you two were in?” Y/N asked, she had just gone over the report that morning, but it had little to no details.

Spencer took a deep breath and rested both hands on his thighs, in any other circumstance, Y/N might have been tempted to sit across his lap and kiss him until they were both red in the face. But not right now, right now she needed answers.

“Yes, well--okay, yes. Something did happen. I promise I was going to tell you, but it never seemed like the right time to bring it up, I didn’t want to bring it up at home around the girls, and I didn’t want to bring it up here either.” Spencer said, leaning back to rest against the chair.

“What happened?” Y/N took a seat across from him, no longer feeling the need to attack, but rather to understand.

“JJ and I were being held hostage. The unsub, Casey, was about to shoot JJ and me. He told her to reveal something that she’d never say aloud and she…” Spencer swallowed, trailing off. Y/N leaned forward, already expecting where this was going.

“She told me that she’s always loved me and that she was just too scared to say it before.” He spoke softly, meeting her eyes.

Y/N blinked slowly, “Bullshit.”

Spencer furrowed his eyebrows at her.

“Are you sure she wasn’t just saying that in front of the unsub to get him to back down? Are you sure it was real?” Y/N said, standing up from her seat. She paced around her room, trying to piece together any evidence from the past few years that could back up that claim.

JJ had been the one to push Y/N and Spencer together. JJ couldn’t have had all these feelings for Spencer. What about Will? Henry? Michael? They were her and Spencer’s Godchildren for crying out loud. Y/N’s brain was going a hundred miles a minute. Spencer watched her pace around the small office.

“I, I don’t know. It seemed real.” Spencer wished what he had to say would calm his wife, but he really didn’t know at this point.

“Do you…” she swallowed, the question heavy on her tongue, “do you feel the same?” The tears were ready, resting at her waterline, waiting for the call. Her insecurities were ready to take over.

“No!” Spencer objected, standing from his seat. Normally, his defensive reply would have made her suspicious, but the look of utter shock and hurt on his face quelled any doubt that arose.

“No, I don’t. I love you. I have always loved you. God, you know this, I’ve loved you even when you weren’t mine to love. I’ve loved you since I was just a baby faced profiler and you were just a receptionist. I will never stop loving you and the girls, Y/N.” He said definitively, walking towards his wife and grabbing her clammy hands in his. He pressed a gentle kiss to each of her hands, staring into her teary eyes.

The cavern in her chest began to patch itself up as he looked at her that way. She had no choice but to believe him.

“Okay, I believe you.” She smiled, a tear escaping. He reached up to tenderly swipe it away. With a simple tilt of his chin, he captured her lips in an intense, passionate kiss and like all of their kisses, he took her breath away. But something about the desperation in this kiss made it hard for her lungs to perceive air. He had a point to prove.

A few moments of silence passed between them and Y/N took a deep breath, “I should talk to JJ.”

Spencer hadn’t pulled away yet, “It’s your choice, my love.” He placed a soft kiss to the center of her forehead and stepped back to catch her eye, “Are we okay?”

Y/N couldn’t help but smile at him, “Yes, we’re okay. Can you ask JJ to come in after you leave?”

With a nod and another kiss, he left the office to go summon JJ. Y/N took her seat at her desk and folded her hands in anticipation, the undeniable and unrelenting feelings of anger and jealousy coursing right underneath her skin.

A gentle knock sounded throughout the small office and Y/N invited her to take a seat before her.

“Listen, Y/N, if this is about what I said back--” JJ began, but Y/N wasn’t interested in any of the formalities.

“Did you mean it?” Y/N asked, making direct eye contact. JJ was taken aback at the similarities between Y/N’s question and Spencer’s. They had both asked in the same way. She wasn’t ready back then. But she is now.

“Yes..” JJ whispered, averting her gaze once more. The gaze of the wife of the man she thought she loved was too heavy to face straight on.

“Yes, what? Do you love my husband?” Y/N spoke with an unrecognizable sharp edge to her voice.

“Yes, I love him. I’ve always known it. Things just got too messy too quickly. I have Will and the boys and I would never ever give them up. Spence-- Spencer has you and the girls and I could never dream of taking him away from you.” JJ spoke clearly, her eyes reddening and glistening with unshed tears.

“You are the perfect wife, I watched him fall in love with you. You’re also the best mother to his children, it’s hard not to be jealous of you.” JJ continued. The sinking feeling returned to her chest.

“You have nothing to be jealous of, I’m just doing my best. You’re one of the greatest mothers I have ever known. I need you to tell me that this is where it ends, JJ. I cannot afford the stress.” Y/N replied.

“This is where it ends, I promise. It’s over. He has you and Emelia and Adaline and I have Will, Henry, and Michael. If we were ever meant to be, then it would have happened. He deserves you, after everything he’s been through. He deserves you.” She said tearfully, wiping away stray tears.

Y/N stood from her seat and walked around her desk to embrace her in a tight hug. JJ cried into her shoulder, “I’m so sorry. I’m sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean for any of this to happen.”

“I know. It’s okay, we’re okay.” Y/N rubbed her shoulder, pulling away.

“Are things going to be awkward now?” JJ chuckled, blowing her nose.

“Only if you keep avoiding me.” Y/N joked back, JJ promised she wouldn’t and excused herself to get back to work.

Y/N followed her out and stopped at her door. Leaning against her door frame, she caught her husband’s eye across the bullpen and sent him a smile and a nod.

It’ll be alright.

They’ll be alright.

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astaroth1357 · 3 years

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Demigod MC Series: Poseidon

Fishy fishy fishy… I honestly could write 100 more things for Poseidon MC and Levi. I just love the dynamic between an insecure, otaku shut-in and a chill California surfer dead set on becoming his friend.

Demigod MC Series: Intro, Aphrodite, Hermes, Hades, Dionysus, Demeter, Athena, Hades Pt. 2, Poseidon

For anyone unaware, Poseidon is also the god of horses. I know it's a weird combo, but I didn't write the mythos.

Lucifer

…..

They came out of the portal….

On a horse….

They brought the mortal down to the Devildom…

On a goddamn horse….

There's a demigod on a live horse brandishing a weapon and doing laps around the Student Council Room…

Congratulations, he already wants to pull his hair out!!

Honestly, it would have been preferable to pluck them out of the sea. At least then they'd just need a towel! What the hell were they going to do with an entire horse!?

And his nightmare didn't stop there. Poseidon is a notoriously mercurial god, prone to bouts of anger and spitefulness for reasons far less grievous than kidnapping his children…

Their apology was swift and (seemingly) effective, though the tide waters around the Devildom did rise by several feet for some time…

As for the MC… uh… Well, they're an energetic one to say the least…

Lucifer hasn't met a more active individual since Mammon. They horseback ride, swim, surf, skateboard, and probably do ten other things - the point is, they Hardly. Keep. Still!

They're also annoyingly easygoing… He can't count the number of times they've told him to, "Just chill out," or, "Hang loose…" What does that even mean??

Between having to order a stable made for their horse and just trying to keep up with them, Lucifer already thinks this mortal has caused him more trouble than they're worth… At least they keep Mammon busy...

Mammon

Upon first meeting them atop their horse, Sunset, his first thought was of course:

"I wonder if I sell that...?"

After that, they nearly fed him to sharks for trying to take their beloved steed on same night. Safe to say, he never touched a hair on its head again…

These two had a rocky start, but their relationship mended fairly quickly. As it turns out, the MC is literally one of those "go with the flow" types. You can say it was water under the bridge soon enough.

Mammon actually thinks the MC is a hell of a lot of fun, even if they're super laid-back. Most of the time, they won’t take his drive for money (or fear of his bills) all that seriously and tell him that he’s worrying too much, but they’ll still lend a hand if its on their way.

He finds their ability to control water pretty cool as well. Levi has it to some extent, but the MC can make a whole-ass whirlpool or use water like a whip!

He once begged them to call up some rare fish for him to sell, but they got all pseudo-philosophical on him about how “trading life for material wealth” is “not cool, dude...”

He also made the mistake of challenging them to a splash fight only once…. They managed to drench the whole family with a single wave….

The only thing that bothers him is their weird insistence on being Levi's "Best Buddy…" Why would someone like them even bother with a shut in??

Is it the water? … Probably water. Levi, that lucky bastard…

Leviathan

Thinks they're a big normie, no scratch that, a HUGE normie! The biggest normie he's ever met!! They skateboard and horseback ride for Devil's sake!!

...But they’re also, undoubtedly, the best friend he could've ever asked for.

To be fair to Levi, their friendship was sort of forced upon him. The MC took one look at him, his aquatic-themed room, and his pet goldfish then declared their new friendship status at that moment.

Unfortunately for him, though, they're energetic, extroverted, and generally have little understanding of personal space… aka, an introvert's worst nightmare…

The next month could accurately be described as the MC doing everything in their power to make their stubborn "senpai" like them.

They would drag him out to the aquarium, beach, or pool; they befriended Henry so he could put in a good word for them; and they'd even bring him little gifts or trinkets they'd find on the ocean floor. Pretty shells and stuff like a cat bringing its master a dead mouse.

After he finally began to accept them as a persistent fixture in his life, he introduced them to gaming and anime and started accepting them little by little...

By the end of their stay, these two were practically inseparable. Not just because they like spending time together, but because they figured out they could have a telepathic link due to Levi being part sea serpent.

No matter how far they are, they can always have a chat! (That no one else can hear so people think they’re just crazy...)

Satan

Satan honestly isn't the MC's biggest fan, he generally finds them too loud and gregarious for his liking. But their horse…?

He never really thought that he'd be a horse man... Yet it didn’t really take long for Satan to adore Sunset, their beautiful golden-maned mare. Apparently she's not their only horse, but by far their favorite traveling companion.

Sunset is a wonderful horse - brave, strong, and well-trained. It only took a few weeks before he was regularly sneaking out to the stables to brush her fur or feed her apples...

After the MC taught him how to ride, that was it. All other forms of transportation were inferior to him now.

Satan would ride Sunset everywhere and he looked damn good doing it! It takes all that fairytale Prince Charming thing he has going on and puts it through the roof.

It's a good thing too, because when I say everywhere, I do mean everywhere. Lucifer had to put seals on the House doors to keep Satan from riding Sunset through the hallways...

Of course, he’ll always let the MC have Sunset back when they need her!... with a little complaining but nothing terrible.

The MC doesn't mind much because Sunset likes him and they know he takes good care of her, but the rest of the House is slightly unnerved at how quickly he went horse crazy… What if they brought a giant crab instead?? No one wants to deal with crab-Satan...

Asmodeus

Their body is just scrumptious. Oh, how he could look at their swimsuit-clad figure all day!! 😩

Between the swimming and the fighting, their form is toned to all hell and he can't get enough of it! Yes baby, yes!! Take those clothes off again!!! He'll help~! 😘

When he's not staring at them “totally respectfully,” then he's inviting them out to pool parties or begging them to take him riding...

There are parts of horseback riding he doesn’t like, the smell and the jostling specifically, but there is a kind of… romance to it, no?

He loves having the chance to snuggle up to the MC as they trot around the Devildom! It's so romantic, like they’re his knight in shining armor! (Or his demigod in a damp swimsuit, either works. 😏)

His Devilgram is just full of selfies of him and MC riding on the back of Sunset or sitting by the edge of the pool or them in the middle of a swim meet…

Yeah his Devilgram is now a one part him and one part MC-Appreciation account.

After the pact he'll eventually cool down some and stop staring at them like a sex-object, but even then he'll be at every swim meet. Don't you worry~

Beelzebub

He actually really likes them! It's great to finally have another athlete in the House. 😊

The MC joined the RAD swim team just as soon the coach was able to convince Diavolo that having the child of a water god wasn't completely cheating...

Since swim and fangol practice ends at about the same time, they walk home together a lot and complain about... sports things... (Forgive me, I don’t know sports. Uhm... Rival teams? Coaches? That one drill everyone hates? Stuff like that.)

Beel also can surf, skate, and snowboard so the two have a healthy competition going. They're about on equal footing so they tie often (except in surfing but Beel doesn't think that should count cause they’re probably cheating).

The only thing that he has to watch out for is Sunset… As in, he has to watch himself around Sunset because he absolutely could eat her on accident…

Look, he doesn't want to and he doesn't even like horse meat that much, but even he has to admit there are times he gets hungry enough to consider it…

Of course, he knows that if he ever did Satan would rip him limb from limb then the MC would drown the rest so he really, really tries to control himself… but still… She’s a very healthy horse...

At least he didn’t try to sell her like Mammon. The MC hung him over a shark tank for that stunt… He’d feel bad, but Mammon kind of had it coming.

Belphegor

The first time they met, the MC smelled like beach water and called him "dude-bro…" He didn't like his prospects.

For a while, he genuinely thought that they had a lump of sand where their brain was. They were just too chill!! Here he was saying that he's being held captive and they were like, "Well that sucks, man… I'll help ya, but I've got practice tomorrow. You can wait, right?"

It's not like he expected them to jump on top of it, but some urgency would have been nice…

When they eventually got around to helping him, he was actually looking forward to choking the life out of them for the extra wait. Unfortunately, they apparently had a horse…

Yeah, Belphie found out just a bit too late that the MC could summon their steed to them whenever they wanted and ended up with Sunset's hooves firmly bucking into his back for his trouble…

What followed was Belphegor running circles around the attic from the weapon-totting MC riding their terrifying murder horse until Lucifer finally intervened....

Thank the gods he wasn’t near any water….

As it would turn out later, as long as he's not being held captive in an attic Belphie kind of vibes with their laid-backness… They say they approach life "one wave at a time" or something.

He could care less about what that actually means, but what it translates to is "Stop stressing out and just keep chill" which he's all about.

Everybody should just chill out!... dude…. Nah, he'll let them stick to the “dude”-thing, it feels weird...

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midnight-dreamerness · 3 years

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summary: Chris goes on a mission and doesn't return.

pairing: Chris Redfield x Reader

warning: mentioned of death. Lots of angst tbh.

word count: 2k

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You knew what you signed up for when you said yes to going on a date. You knew there was a possibility that he wouldn’t come home. It was a risk you were willing to take to be loved by him. And he did. He did love you. More than anyone. He promised to marry you one day. He said he wanted to have children and settle down in a small town and live out the rest of his life with you, but there was something he had to do first.

So he left. He had been gone for three months when Leon knocked on your door. You saw the look on his face and that’s all it took for your world to come crashing down.

You didn’t do much after that. You stayed inside, playing what Leon said over and over until you had cried yourself to sleep.

“There was a problem. He had to go back in, but…the place exploded. They never found a body. I’m sorry.”

You cried and cried and cried. For months that’s all you did. No one could come through to you, not even Claire, who was going through something similar. You hated that she was handling it better than you were.

Claire stayed with you, but it wasn’t long before she had to go back to work. You didn’t even say anything when she told you she was leaving, simply buried your head into Chris’s pillow. But when you heard the door shut, you cried harder.

She reminded you of him. Her stubbornness. Her attitude.

She wouldn’t let you wallow all day. She made you get up. Made you eat. Made you wash your hair even though it was the last thing you wanted to do. But that did stop you from dying inside. Your clothes started to hang off your body, it got even worse after she left. You sleep all the time but your eyes still help dark bags under them. You didn’t care. What was the point? You had no one anymore. You were a shell of the person you used to be. When he died, he took your heart with him.

Leon had taken it upon himself to make sure you were okay. He came ever so often, restocked the fridge, made sure everything was okay before he left again. But there was something about this visit that made him stay. He looked into Chris’s room, watching your unsteady breathing as you slept. Even asleep, you couldn’t function right without him, without Chris.

So when you woke up he told you he was moving in, to which you protested. You argued that you didn’t need anyone to take care of you, you could do it yourself.

“Look at what you're doing to yourself!” He argued, making you stand in front of your full length mirror. You glanced over yourself with teary eyes. Your skin was dull and your eyes lacked any sort of emotion but sadness. Your clothes looked two sizes too big and you could clearly see your cheek bones. You took in a breath and placed your hand over your mouth.

“Do you think Chris would want this for you?” Leon asked, cradling you in his arms. You shook your head as an answer and pulled him close. You missed him so much that it hurt. All you did was cry and sleep. Every little thing reminded you of him. This apartment reminded you of him. You knew deep down that you needed to leave to get better, but you were afraid you would forget him. And you didn’t want that. He was your first everything. And he was supposed to be your last, you hated that he wouldn’t get to be.

You decided a couple days later that you would be moving in with Leon. Just until you felt like you could make it on your own again. And it was great. You applied for a job, to get your mind off of things. Although you had been working at the BSAA at the time of Chris’s….. You decided it was best that you found another, one that would get your mind off of him instead of filling it with the memories you both had together.

You did find one, pretty quickly actually.

You stuffed the tip the lovely couple left you into the pocket of your apron and headed to the back with the empty plates and cups.

“Did you see the way that guy was staring at you?” Trisha, my new friend and coworker, says as she walks inside the back beside me. You groan at her eagerness and place the dirty dishes on the tray to be washed.

She giggles and walks with you back out Into the front where you start wiping down the front counter.

“Yes. I did notice, Trish.”

She begins to gush as to how cute you both would be and how perfect your children would look.

You avoided the conversation all together, the way he stared at you sent shivers down you alone and triggered memories you didn’t want to remember in that particular moment. Your heart began to ache again. Luckily, you got to head home early today.

You were ready to talk about what happened with Leon, who surprisingly had the day off.

“Why haven’t you told her?” Leon asked, setting the table for dinner. You shrugged and picked at your nails as you leaned up against the kitchen counter.

“She’s your friend. You need to tell her.”

“I don’t like talking about it.”

“We’re technically talking about it now.”

A huff leaves your lips and you fall into your seat at the table. You glance up at him for a moment. He stared down at you with his arms folded over his chest and a knowing look etched across his face. You look around the room, trying not to give into his stare. You notice another plate set and you ask him about it, to which he responded:

“First of all, don’t change the subject. Tell her. And second, Claire is coming over.”

You mumble under your breath and fold your arms, like a child. Leon chuckles.

“I love you. And I love that you’ve found someone you clicked with aside from the cat down the street.”

You go to protest but you're cut off by the sound of the door bell ringing. You get up and walk alongside Leon to answer the door, grumbling under your breath. Claire stood there, an unreadable expression on her face. You hadn’t taken notice of the tall man standing behind her. But when you did, your eyes began to fill with tears

“There’s something I need to-“

“Chris?”

His eyes meet yours for a short moment before he’s crashing into you. His arms wrapping around your waist tightly, afraid if he let you go he’d lose you all over again. You were in shock. Your body is frozen and not yet reacting to the feeling of him. It was familiar and warm. It was what you ached for when you woke up in the middle of the night. It was what you were missing when he was gone, when you thought he was dead.

“Princess?”

The nickname. It reached out and pulled you in. You reacted instantly, a sob leaving your lips and you grabbed him and held him tightly.

“I thought - I thought -“

“Shh. I know. I’m here now.”

You rest against his chest, his scent radiating over you, making you cry harder. He had come back to you. This had to be a dream, you were scared to death that it was.

“It’s been 7 months, Chris. Where were you?”

Leon glanced down at the sleeping girl as she snuggled into her returned lover. She fit so perfectly in his arms, he couldn’t lie. He was happy that she got him back.

“I had no choice but to stay away. There was…someone after me. I had to take care of the problem.”

“For 7 months? Do you realize how much that took a toll on her?”

Chris glared Leon down, who simply ran his hands over his face in frustration.

“She’s been a mess. Ask Claire.”

Claire adjusted herself comfortably but awkwardly in her chair. Her eyes trained on her shoes.

“Claire-“

“You weren’t here, Chris. We are so glad to have you back. But you should’ve called. Should’ve sent a letter. She was killing herself.”

Chris felt awful for what happened. He couldn’t let anyone know he was alive, it would’ve put them in danger. He hopes one day they’ll understand that. He knew you would.

He explained it to them. How everything went down, and why he had to do what he did to keep them/you alive.

“Tell me. How was she?”

Leon explained it to him as simply as he could. How she wouldn’t eat, didn’t go out, barely talked at all. Chris hugged her tighter to his chest as he soaked in everything. Every word that came from Leon’s mouth made him grimace.

“She’s taking pills to help her sleep at night. She’s even got a job down the street. Working at Sally’s.”

“We’ll I’m here now. And I don’t plan on going anywhere.”

It was the next day when you woke up. You jumped out of bed and looked around. You were alone. Tears entered your eyes as you had come to the conclusion that it was a dream. Chris wasn’t here. He didn’t come home. You sat down on the bed and sobbed, holding your hands to your chest.

“Baby? What’s wrong?”

Chris rushed towards you and bent down to meet your eyes. They widened and relief spread through your body like a wildfire. You wrapped your arms around his neck.

“God, I thought it was a dream.”

Chris chuckled under his breath and lifted you up by your thighs. He turned and sat on the bed and readjusted you so you were sitting comfortably on his lap. You squeal and giggled as he sat you down, smiling and pecking his lips.

“I’m sorry I was gone so long.”

You shake your head and peck his lips again.

“I'm glad you're here. Chris, I -“

“They told me everything. I’m done. I’m retiring. And I’m going to give you that life I promised you.”

Butterflies filled your stomach and you couldn’t help the tears that slid down your face. Excitement isn’t a big enough word to describe how you were feeling. You were so happy to have him back. It felt like years since he had been gone, not even gone. You thought he was dead, in your mind you were never getting him back. But here he is. He has you in his lap, his hands resting on the curve of your hips, fingers tracing soft shapes into your exposed skin. Your eyes locked on each other, basking in the moment that you wanted to last forever.

He was home.

He was home in your arms.

“Marry me?”

#chris redfield imagine #chris redfield x reader #chris redfield #resident evil village #resident evil 8 village #resident evil #resident evil village imagine #leon kennedy #claire redfield #reader insert

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my spencer reid headcanons

(when a happy one matches a sad one, they’ll be matching colours)

also tw - vague mention of suicide, drug addiction, disordered eating mention (never anything graphic)

happy/cute

- Garcia and the rest of the team would leave little sticky notes around his desk and normally they’d just make him smile but when he was having a rough day they’d literally make him tear up with happiness

- he’s obscenely good at present giving, because he simultaneously remembers everything that people say they like and also has his ridiculous knowledge of what exists out there

- one week (it coincided with him being clean for 5 years, he never made the connection) he walked into the briefing room and every member of the team was dressed exactly as him. he kept trying to bring it up and everybody pretended they had no idea what he was on about. it became their BAU group chat icon for years.

- one of the best days of his life was when garcia took him dog walking with her, he got to just wander around with 6 dogs all day

- jack grows to adore him just as much as henry does. spencer hangs around a lot because him and hotch are usually the ones without anyone to hang out with at the weekend, and he takes jack to the museum with henry and michael all the time. jack ends up being a lot more like spencer than he imagined (which both terrifies and delights hotch)

- Spencer has never actually attended a graduation, despite having graduated from various degrees like 10+ times. when the BAU (Alex probably) finds out, they all force him into a gown and rock up to cheer him

- they liked to play trivia games where it was spencer vs the rest of the team, but someone (i’m thinking emily) picks up that it makes him feel left out. they then take turns being on spencer’s team. one month, the non-spencer team beats them and the joy it gives them makes him smile for a week

- garcia learns how to make mocktails and without fail, will make a huge jug for him anytime the rest are drinking alcohol but make sure they’re fun flavours so he gets just as much excitement as everyone else

- after Diana is moved to Virginia, the team become really close to her. JJ takes the boys to hang out with her because she’s always loved children (and Diana sometimes thinks Henry is a young Spencer, which makes JJ worry about how Spencer will react but he’s just sitting here grinning with tears in his eyes because he’s finally getting to see his mom be the mom he knew she could be)

- the BAU love his glasses, and there’s a competition to get a photo of him with them on, but he’s very good at avoiding cameras. After one case in a hotel they even try to hide his contact solution to force him to wear them (amateurs - he definitely keeps a spare box in his coat). There eventually is a single photo of them wearing them, but all members of the BAU fail. Spencer is babysitting Henry, who is distraught about having to wear glasses to school. Spencer gives up trying to comfort him and just takes his contact lenses out and switches them for glasses. Henry is super shocked but so happy that he matches his favourite person, so Spencer takes a photo of the two of them so that Henry can put it next to his bed

- he gets a cat after prison, it’s a tabby cat that is the light of his life, and the cat is just heavy enough that when Spencer gets it to sit on his lap that cat can be used a grounding pressure

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angsty/sad

- developed disordered eating habits that started from him always being super underweight as a child bc he couldn’t afford food and then when he got to college he started to eat properly and put on actually healthy weight but he was so adverse to change that it freaked him out

- one of the roughest days at the BAU, after all the obvious terrible times, was when Morgan and Hotch was just having a casual conversation about how they’d helped Strauss with her addiction and it just broke him. he ended up hiding under Garcia’s desk and he’d only speak to her and Emily (as the only people I think ever actually helped him) and was non verbal, once they finally got him out into the office he refused to speak to either of them and was just stimming with garcia comforting him (once he started talking again he whispered why he was so upset to emily, and she joined him in his glaring at them every time he looked at them. morgan and hotch never really worked it out and eventually reid just gave up on being upset because he knew it couldn’t change what happened)

- spencer has never walked across the stage at graduation, but that doesn’t mean he never went to a graduation. his first degree his mom promised she’d come, but ended up not leaving the house. he stood to the side of the stage in his gown trying not to cry before just going back home and having the diploma mailed to him

- he relapsed in prison. he considered his sobriety over after the events in Mexico, and so just briefly gave up when one of the inmates offered him some. as soon as Garcia came to visit him, he broke down and never did it again. he never told Morgan and so he still got a text every year on the day he first got clean, which he thought he’d absolutely hate but ended up finding comfort in because even if the “happy 12 years sobriety, kid” should have been “happy 2 years sobriety, kid”, it reminded him that he’d done it before and could do it again

- after maeve died and they came round to help him clean his apartment, he was really proud of himself for being able to put her book on the shelf and feel like he’s moving on. and then the next day he was getting ready to go to work properly for the first time and he was just getting more and more terrified and anxious and then started to spiral because the longer he panicked the later he was. and it reminded him of how scared maeve had been to come outside to meet him at the restaurant but she’d done it anyway, and he put the book in his bag and found it a lot easier to leave the house after that

- Spencer is so goddamn bitter about them not helping him get clean, and he mentions it whenever he can. In a angry-but-never-let-himself-be-angry way, he takes some justification in seeing the team squirm with guilt. one day he’s listing symptoms of withdrawal for a case, and just starts to go like “another symptom is intense muscle pain, which for me was definitely the worst” or “yeah nausea is real bad, not that you’d know I guess” like he’s exhausted and pissed off and just gives up any pretence of subtlety

- when Diana dies, the whole team rally around Reid more than he could imagine. They all organise the funeral basically for him, and Garcia constantly cooks for him, and at least one person sleeps on his sofa each night in case he needs them. By week two he’s doing okay, and he quickly realises they’re doing it for themselves more than him, because they’re so desperate to let him know how loved he is. It’s still one of the worst weeks of his life, but it’s bearable and that’s purely down to him never having to feel lonely

- there’s a reason he knew exactly what to do when he walked in on Nathan Harris, and that’s because he’s done it with his mom, except that time he was 12 and his dad had just left and he just sat there covered in blood waiting for the ambulance, and whilst promising the paramedics that his dad was on his way home so that social services wouldn’t turn up, he read countless books on medical treatment so that next time he wouldn’t be so hopeless

- I respectfully disagree with the line where he’s like “this is my first meeting” at the Beltway clean cops, I’m convinced he would drive two hours to a meeting miles away so he could truly be anonymous and sit curled up in a chair and cry in meetings without even the slightest chance of seeing someone he knew

#criminal minds #spencer reid #headcanons #autistic spencer reid

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