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imminent-danger-came · 11 months

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Sun Wukong Knew About MK the Whole Time: A Theory

I am currently hyped up on leftovers and iced coffee, so let's do this!

I've talked about this before, here and here, but I think it's finally time I wrote an official post. You can go and read those posts if you want to (I definitely hit the nail on the head with some of this stuff), but I will be compiling a lot of what I said on those posts here!

So. Let's get the Mr. Elephant out of the room first: The David Breen Tweets. (thread here).

I see this tweet mentioned a lot whenever I bring up SWK knowing about MK, and honestly, this is a far cry from the "it's been confirmed that SWK didn't know" definite answer everyone's been implying.

So let's break it down!

#1: "Monkey King ain't the father"/"Monkey King isn't his dad." Well of course! Being born from a stone means you don't have any parents. I see it like this: Wukong isn't MK's dad, but he's also not NOT MK's dad, it's a secret third thing (creator and creation). Or, perhaps Wukong didn't help create MK at all, but he at the very least was involved in the circumstances that lead to MK being created/being born from the stone. (Aka eldritch abomination MK theory. My Beloved. Okay sorry.)

#2: "Monkey King was ripping his way through memories looking for MK, but kept coming back to the stone. He doesn't know why." So, while Wukong was ripping through memories, he didn't know why the scroll kept spitting him out by the stone. This is not a confirmation that Wukong didn't know about MK and his origins. It also begs the question: how did Wukong know MK was in the scroll to begin with? There's also some speculation to be had about why Wukong was so desperate to find MK to begin with:

MK: "Monkey King did this?" Macaque: "It looks like he's been tearing his way through his past—trying to find his way to.." MK: "Me."

(4x11 A Lifetime of Mistakes)

What was he so afraid of MK finding? Or, what was he afraid the scroll would force MK to experience? I think these are questions worth asking.

#3: "Wukong's trying real hard to leave the 'not being open with MK' days behind after s3. Problem is he's got lifetimes of info to catch them up on." Well, this one is a DOOZIE. One: we already know MK doesn't know everything about Wukong and his choices because he doesn't know Wukong killed Macaque (thank you 4x11). Two: "trying real hard" and "successfully doing" are very different things. And three: YOU DON'T JUST DROP INFO LIKE "Hey, did you know you're a Monkey Demon?" ON TOP OF SOMEONE RANDOMLY. Especially not MK. You have to prepare them for it.

Wukong is trying to do better and be better for everyone around him, but that still takes work. That still isn't easy. He's still going to make mistakes, which means he's not going to always go about being open with MK in the best way.

Sun Wukong: “Point is, mistakes happen, but so long as you leave the world in better shape than you found it, then it’s all good. Right?”

(4x01 Familiar Tales)

This scene—to me—feels like Wukong is trying prepare MK for his eventual "Hey did you know you're a Monkey Demon?" conversation he wants (and needs) to have down the line. Yes, SWK is trying to be more open with MK, but he's also just not going to be given that chance before the truth comes out.

MK: "Yeah right, if Monkey King really was my dad don't you think he would have said something by now?" Mei: "Yeah...because he's normally SOOOOO forth coming with information." MK: "Well uh, whatever—when we find Monkey King's stone, then we'll just ask him!"

(4x05 Court of the Yellow Robbed Demon)

Notice how they never asked Monkey King that question? From a writing standpoint, why bring this up at all if it wasn't to imply that (even if Monkey King isn't MK's dad) he wasn't involved with MK's creation in some way?

ANYWAYS.

NOW THAT THE BREEN TWEET THAT HAS RUINED MY LIFE IS OUT OF THE WAY, let's get into the evidence given to us throughout the entirety of the show. Starting with this:

This isn't a scene that takes place during the "A Hero is Born" special, as I'm sure plenty of people have noticed before now. Of course, this could have just been Monkey King "scouting out a successor", but with everything we know now doesn't that...feel kinda weird?

We were told at the beginning of the show that Monkey King gave MK his powers, but now we know that's not true. MK has had his own powers this whole time—and that's something Wukong, at the very least, knew:

Sun Wukong: "Listen kid: You fought demons, and you didn't die, and you made it here! Not just anyone can lift my staff, but you did." (1x00 A Hero is Born)

MK: "This whole time, I thought my powers came from the staff! Sun Wukong: "The staff's just a big 'ol stick bud! It takes someone special to lift it." (3x03 Smartie Kid)

There's also 1x09 Macaque, which I have mentioned before:

Macaque: "Ohohoh no, can't you hold the magic staff anymore? Well, you know what that means—there really isn't anything special about you. You're just a kid with a heavy stick."

This scene is then followed by MK lifting the staff, which only happens because Wukong encourages him.

MK: "Ugh, I can't! I'm not strong enough." Sun Wukong: "Kid! We're definitely going to have words later, but it's time for the Hero Stuff!"

(1x09 Macaque)

Ultimately, Wukong knows MK can lift the staff again even after Macaque supposedly stole all of MK's powers. He knows MK can beat DBK (more on that later). He does something similar to all this in 3x14, being the one to let MK face the Lady Bone Demon, powered by the Samadhi fire, alone (even after Pigsy tries to stop MK):

Wukong want's to protect MK. That's why he went to face the Lady Bone Demon alone in the first place—but here, he let's MK stop the end of the world all by himself. Why would he let his beloved student face not only LBD, but a reality ending flame alone?

Because he knows how much power MK has. Because he knows MK is capable of doing it.

This all brings me to my main point: If before now we were supposed to believe that Monkey King gave MK his powers, and he so clearly didn't, how would Wukong not know he didn't give MK powers. And because he clearly knew he didn't give MK any powers, why would he not question where this kid's insane level of power came from? He had to have "chosen" MK to be his successor for a reason right?

ESPECIALLY because Wukong never planned on being a mentor in the first place:

Sun Wukong: "I know I can never make it up to you. Honestly, I- I never thought I'd live as long as I have let alone be someone's mentor—turns out I'm not very good at it. I guess what I'm trying to say is...I'm sorry MK. For all of it."

(3x14 Destiny Fulfilled)

This was also alluded to in 3x05 Amnesia Rules:

Pigsy: "Of COURSE you don't remember the kid—one day you are going to grow up to be a terrible mentor!" Sun Wukong: "Ha! Zhu Bajie, can you imagine me teaching someone? HA!"

So, Wukong clearly didn't ever want to become a mentor, and this directly contradicts what Wukong says to MK in "A Hero is Born":

Sun Wukong: "You're perfect!" MK: "Perfect for what?" Sun Wukong: "To be...my successor!"

Honestly, think about it: has Wukong ever once actually needed a successor? When given the opportunity, he goes off and tries to handle things on his own anyways (Leaving in s2, wanting to go and reforge the Samadhi Fire on his own, going to stop LBD alone). It's the classic "we're being told one thing and shown another" trick.

Sun Wukong: "No no no- in case you forgot I'M retired, you're the one supposed to be taking care of the bad guys." (1x01 Bad Weather)

Even in 2x01 he's lying:

Sun Wukong: "Aw, come on bud! I promised myself that when I found a successor I'd go see some friends, take a tour of my old stomping grounds, just cut loose you know?" (2x01 Sleep bug)

It's proven in the next episode, and by the fact that all of his friends are dead/gone, that literally nothing he said here is true.

And, it's also note worthy to point out, that by this point Wukong had already disappeared for hundreds of years. Why step in again at all? Why put the effort into getting a successor you definitely were never prepared to have?

MK: "*sigh* You think Monkey King ever felt like this? Maybe that's why he stayed up on this mountain, just having a good time with you guys. You know cause- cause he knew he'd be out of the way where he couldn't hurt anyone he cared about." Macaque: "Or, he was doing his usual Wukong thing and being a lazy peach eating idiot. Ignoring all the worlds problems.

(4x09 Roast of the Monkie Kids)

So, I don't know about you, but I'm going to trust Macaque's insight on this. I'm not sure Wukong ever planned on coming back. Sealing DBK, he effectively cut off one of his last ties to the world (please go read wlw-wukong's thoughts, they are delightful), and he had already left the world alone for a long time. Why did he feel the need to train a successor now?

The simple answer is this: because he knew he needed to train MK and teach him to control his powers, and DBK's return was the perfect way to do it.

NOW. THE S4 MK VISIONS.

So, the visions MK see's all through out s4 (4x03, 4x04, 4x05, 4x06) are of Wukong ripping through the scroll and going to the stone—David Breen confirmed that himself in the above tweets.

Here's a list of what we see:

(4x03 The Great Tang Man)

(4x04 Pig Napped)

(4x05 Court of the Yellow Robbed Demon)

These are what I would say are the visions of Sun Wukong trying to find MK in the scroll. Yet, they are distinctly different from what Subodhi presses MK to remember ("Tell me of your childhood, your parents." "You do not remember?" "And what else?"):

(4x06 Show Me the Monster)

Look at that difference!

Every vision MK has includes the same scenes, except this one. That's why I think it's a memory; that and the way it's framed, with MK closing his eyes in focus. The other visions from 4x03, 4x04, and 4x05 all are unprompted, being forced upon MK. Why make this last "vision" so different from the others? Why show our mystery lady making the stone monkey? That would be because it's a memory—be it MK's, something from the scroll, or a mix of both.

There's also the matter of like, why Wukong going to the stone would trigger any sort of vision in MK to begin with. Overall, it just seems like there something more to those visions.

This would be how I imagine the general timeline playing out:

MK is created (through help of Sun Wukong), a beautiful baby boy pops out of the stone, and Sun Wukong "loses" that beautiful boy (if Wukong knew he was born to begin with) with MK finding his way to Pigsy's.

Then it's later Sun Wukong finds MK again, coming up with a plan to make MK his "successor" (still leaving MK with Pigsy, which I think was the right call lol). As Wukong says in 4x01, "You make ONE mistake, and no one ever let's you live it down! Looks like the ghosts of my past have finally caught up with me." That's what I think this parallel in particular is really trying to show off—in some way, MK is part of his past mistakes, just like Macaque is.

AND SO. I WILL CLOSE OFF THIS THEORY POST WITH EVERYTHING WE LEARNED IN THE SPECIAL.

Sun Wukong: "Heh, nothing gets under his skin more than a monkey. Leave Azure to MK and me."

(4x12 The Plan Man)

Sun Wukong: "Kinda embarrassing for the Jade Emperor to have two little cheeky monkeys running circles around him the first day on the job." MK: "Well, one monkey and one unconfirmed, but *laughs* yeah! I'd be embarrassed for sure!"

(4x13 Rip and Tear)

Wukong sounds suspiciously confident that MK is a monkey.

Not even MK is sure what he is (which he's probably just in denial, but also "Until I know what I am, what my destiny is?" from 4x08 anyone?), but Sun Wukong is extremely certain about what MK is.

Sun Wukong: "We got this bud. Would have liked to give you some new training with your monkey form, but-" MK: "Oh yeah yeah yeah- uh um- about that— um. I- I was thinking, I've never really needed a scary new monkey form before, so, I just thought maybe I'd use it next time." Sun Wukong: "Next time? Kid, there might not be a next time! This is the time."

MK: "It's be fine! Mei and I have got this awesome new armor and everything! You know, when we look this good? Ain't nothing gonna beat us." Sun Wukong: "Kid. New armor isn't going to cut it! We have to hit Azure with everything we've got! You can't just ignore this whole part of your power because it scares you!"

(4x12 The Plan Man)

If the writers were trying to highlight the fact that Wukong didn't know, this scene would have gone very differently. Instead of "You can't just ignore this whole part of your power because it scares you!" I think it would have been more along the lines of "I know this is new for all of us, but you've got to accept this part of your power!".

Even this exchange at the end of the special raises some alarm bells for me:

Pigsy: "Heh, don't bother. I've been telling him that for years but he LITERALLY never listens." Sun Wukong: "Yep! That's how we roll."

(4x14 Better Than We Found It)

That's how "we" roll? As in him and MK, as two monkeys? Again, Wukong is surprisingly chill and okay with this new form for someone whose first interaction with it was supposedly this:

MK, writhing on the ground in pain, completely destroying the world around him, and unable to control his powers.

Sun Wukong: "Yeah! Go MK, go! Just try not to totally wreck up my stuff would ya-"

(4x13 Rip and Tear)

Overall, it gives me the impression that Wukong already knew what MK was before 4x07. This new form didn't scare him because he always knew that's what MK was. MK, to Wukong, is MK! And MK has always been a Monkey Demon. He has unshakeable faith in his protege, and even while MK is absolutely tearing up the world around flower fruit mountain he can't help but cheer for him.

After all, Wukong knows MK is the only one who could defeat Azure:

MK: "Ne Zha's right—while Azure has the Jade Emperor's power and the scroll, there's NO way we could beat him head on!" Sun Wukong: "I mean, some of us could beat him! *ahem* One of us, specifically-" MK: "Nope! None of us at all."

(4x12 The Plan Man)

"But Imp!" I hear you say, "Wukong was talking about himself here!". To which I would reply, that's not true! This scene is right after Wukong has already said he only almost beat the Jade Emperor:

Sun Wukong: "But don't worry—I almost beat the Jade Emperor single handed once! Between both of us, Azure doesn't stand a chance." (4x12 The Plan Man)

Between this and Wukong's pre-fight convo with MK ("We have to hit Azure with everything we've got!"), he's clearly banking on MK using the full extent of his powers to win this fight. Wukong isn't banking on his own—if he were, he would never have left MK to go and collect the scroll pieces during their fight with Azure.

Conclusion

Sun Wukong knew MK was a monkey the whole time, lol—and fate has plans for MK. Great plans, or foul? Time will tell.

And Wukong has done his best to ensure that those plans are great.

#I am very open for having a discussion about this!#Prove me wrong!#But it is getting disheartening to see so many people just go ''Naw they confirmed he didn't know lol'' when they very much didn't.#Anyways!#This took a while to write asdfadsf #enjoy!#lmk theory #lego monkie kid #lmk #lmk MK #lmk SWK #lmk Sun Wukong

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BLUE EYES AND JEALOUSY

rick x fem reader (season 5 era)

WARNINGS: mentions of jealousy, protective rick, mentions of injured reader, mentions of blood from injury, alexandria era, smut, reader is over 18, penetrative sex, oral, fluid consumption (cum only), jealous sex, rick marking reader, slight public sex, fingering, clit play, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), dirty talk, dominant rick, rough sex, loud sex, getting caught but kinda on purpose ig,

a/n: sorry for the no uploads i've been so busy and i keep randomly starting new drafts and never end up finishing the old ones but anyways i've been working on this one for a week so i'm shocked i even got the chance to actually write out the full thing, i might come back and edit some more of it later because i hate some of the details but feel free to enjoy this for now!

a protective prick is what she labeled him as, she could see the difference from the man in the beginning to the man who was now ruthless and so paranoid with practically everything that had seemed to been thrown their way.

she looked at the man who's beard needed an obvious shave while he paced on the porch of one of the houses in Alexandria, she could see his hands placed on his hips as his mind seemed to be a running treadmill of thoughts at full speed inside him.

she remembered how he knocked out aaron and about how badly he had treated him, when all he ever wanted to do was help their group, he just wanted to help their group.

Aaron wanted them to get out of the barn to get out of the poor life they lived in the woods because the truth was they needed food, they needed water and a stable shelter which is what they had now at Alexandria, and living like that simply just wasn't a life for them.

Besides Alexandria was perfect for them the community had hot water, bigger rations to feed their people, air conditioning, hell it was almost like the world was before, the way they all had the opportunity to sleep in beds and never had to worry about going hungry.

Except she could tell everyone was on edge, the paranoia starting to catch onto them, the lack of trust as well, thinking that maybe someway or somehow this was another trap just like Terminus.

Especially Rick had been off his rocker, with all these interviews stressing him out, because he hated the camera filming him,

not because of the way he looked he hadn't cared an ounce if he was covered in Walker blood and dirt that lingered over his skin and hair from traveling through the woods.

he wasn't sure why he hated the way the camera and its red blinking light seemed to soak into him, but he hated the feeling, he hated the feeling of being watched ever so precisely with it.

She noticed he stopped his pacing and instead leaned against the snow white railing while he let go of the hand that was placed on the holster where his knife rested.

"you alright?"

a voice called out from the bottom of the porch making y/n turn her head, a man dressed in nice clothes and a clean pair of jeans rested just near the wall with one of his eyes squinting from the sunlight that was beaming down on him.

his hair color the color of a dandelion and his eyes the prettiest honey golden she had ever seen, his hair short and obviously freshly trimmed because she could see some gel in it still from the way she was ever so guessing he liked to style it as.

y/n pointed to herself watching the man nod with a somewhat of a charming smile approaching the steps of the porch, she could see the dark pupils of Rick's eyes grow,

like a shark meeting its prey the blue was quickly swallowed up and turned into the color of soot that had poured out of the prison while it was being engulfed in a heard of flames and walkers.

"your leg it seems to be bleeding, our doctor is great and i'm sure it wont take long to fix you up" the man offered to her,

he hadn't noticed Rick's nails practically digging crescent shapes into the woods his hands gripped on but she seemed to, she seemed to notice the jealousy and the anger that was boiling through his blood, the way he seemed to be so furious over the man before them.

"it's just a small cut, i caught a branch on the way up here i'd only need a bandage wouldn't want to waste resources" y/n spoke with a gulp looking over to see Rick's grip loosen on the railing as he used a hand to rub over his bushy facial hair.

She had lied that it was a small cut and well that she needed just a small bandage, all she wanted was to maybe ease the man who stood envious and threatening next to her.

"not a waste if you need one just trust me on this" the man held his hand out watching as y/n hesitantly took it making her way down the stairs as she followed him, she swore she could hear a raspy grumble fly from Rick's lips as he watched her run off with some tramp.

she looked around the clinic, it was nice and well it was sanitary. unlike the prison clinic where blood and some walker guts had remained before it was burned to the ground.

she looked at the man who forcefully lifted up the denim fabric of her jeans up above her calf to look at the wound on her leg,

"well it ain't no scratch but lucky for you, you don't need stitches"

he gave a half false smile before using some rubbing alcohol to sterilize the wound making her bite down on her inner cheek once he wrapped it in a clean bandage.

Rick slipped into the shower feeling the hot water pour onto his back, with a relieved sigh he used a cloth and a bar of soap to clean over his body. making sure to wipe the residue of blood and dirt from the woods that he had collected over the period of time.

the water poured down his face as he let out a deep exasperated sigh while his mind started to wander to her, his mind seemed like a freight train that wouldn't stop itself from spinning in one big giant circle around him.

no matter what he did, no matter where he went even if he was with her, he couldn't stop thinking so damn wrong, so damn erotic was how you could describe the thoughts pooling into his mind,

a sudden snap of anything and it could send him in a mind filled haze of just imagining how good his cock would be inside her, he imagined how well she'd take him, if he hadn't torn open her walls with how large the size of his cock was.

he let his hands wander over his body while he combed through his shaggy hair that also needed a cut, he wiped over his face pushing some water out of his eyes as he flushed himself with cold water to make the dirty thoughts go away.

he could feel the chill through his bones, of course it didn't feel good, but he had to. He was merely a few seconds away of stroking himself to the idea of her being stuffed to the brim, her pussy full of his cock while she was a moaning mess beneath him.

she was out playing a game of explorer with this man while rick was drowning himself with the guilt of imagining her perky tits pressed against him, and it wasn't like she hadn't taken a notice to his staring or just the way he loved it whenever she touched him.

a subtle hand graze was just enough to set him off, to send him to heaven and hell with the dirty thoughts lingering in him.

Alec had shown her everywhere, he'd shown her the garden and all the houses, the food pantry, he even showed her how they managed to keep all of their power just from the power of science and sun rays.

she giggled as she bit into an apple feeling the sweet juices lace over her tongue she let out a moan, a sigh of the relief and well the sweetness of the fruit in her mouth.

she hadn't eaten anything fresh in weeks, it had been almost a month since she had eaten anything remotely near fresh, they all had been eating from beat up cans or even random rabbits Daryl had been able to catch with his crossbow.

"good isn't it?" alec asked scooting a little closer to her as she took another bite before she was even done chewing the first one, she nodded her head eagerly before taking another bite.

she felt like a slob eating this way but then the thought only crossed her mind because she hadn't really cared what he was thinking of her right now because she was hungry, so hungry that she was already half way through the sweet red fruit.

"so what is with Mr scruffy?" alec asked nudging y/n as she bitterly swallowed the apple in her mouth feeling like it had gone sour from his out of the blue question about Rick.

"he's nervous that's all, he doesn't like new people or new places" she spoke honestly but left out a few of the true details about his strange behavior towards her and Alec.

She left out the fact that somehow they had a weird connection, or somehow they couldn't seem to not get jealous over anyone who came close to one another.

it was like a loop that couldn't seem to stop for the two, even if they managed to set a boundary she could tell the pressure between Rick and her was growing and starting to bottle up,

like a soda can ready to explode after its been shaking and well rick was the can in this case and Alec was the one shaking it.

Rick wanted to lose his damn mind, he wanted to yell and simply go ape shit once he saw the two laughing from the bathroom window, he was wrapped in a white linen towel,

it dangled just to his v-line to show off the perfect outline of it and well his abs were visible which was even more of an benefit if she were just to stop talking to that man and come up stairs.

Rick cracked the window open so he could hear about whatever the hell the two had been murmuring about for over 15 minutes, for rick it had seemed like and endless damn time loop he couldn't seem to let his mind escape from, he couldn't seem to make it stop.

"Alec i should go, it's close to meeting up with my friends it's been great you showing me around and well i'm glad i met you" she spoke honestly watching the man place a charming smile on his face while his honey eyes seemed to make her heart skip a beat.

"dinner tomorrow? just me and you please? i promise i can cook" he asked watching as she tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear and she looked down at the jet black asphalt underneath her boots.

she left him without an answer for a few seconds watching as he shuffled and tucked his hands into the pockets of his jeans, "or is it the big guy that's stopping you because i can tell Deanna to come and handle him with no problem"

she licked her lips with a chuckle at his words, "he doesn't stop me from doing anything Alec, and no Deanna doesn't need to get involved with my group i think we can manage ourselves"

y/n bit back watching Alec take in the realization that he said the wrong words but she frowned softly once she realized maybe she had been just a little bit to harsh towards him.

"dinner then tomorrow at 7"

she didn't even get the chance to respond to his obviously already planned out offer because he had walked off to another side of the wall so he could fulfill his duty of keeping watch on Rick and their group even if it was just for the night and here she was about to lose her damn mind over the dinner date part.

she was surely just about to lose her mind because a handsome man asked her to dinner, a man she had only known for less than a day, but she planned on seeing and talking to him more.

After all he seemed to be sweet.

Y/n walked past the people sitting in the living room up to the room she left her bag in but the bathroom door cracked seemed to get her full attention, she hated cracked doors it was just some damn pet peeve of hers but when she saw Rick who was shaved and freshly showered her jaw seemed to fall to the ground.

"oh god" she mumbled slipping inside the bathroom making sure to shut the door behind her, "you shaved finally" y/n remarked watching as rick started the water and rested the razor against the white porcelain of the bathroom sink in front of him.

he didn't respond instead he turned his head to look at her watching as her eyes seemed to want to glance down at the sight his torso held for her, she mumbled something under her breath watching him take a step closer until she was pushed against the door,

Her back was pressed against the wood while she could feel one his hands lingering and brushing some hair from the soft skin of her neck, it sent a chill down her body as she tried to buck her hips up.

She was bucking her hips up at him, maybe to give him a message or maybe just to feel his hard cock that she knew was surely gonna poke against the white linen of the towel he had ever so sloppily wrapped around his waist, almost like he wanted it to fall.

Almost like he wanted to fuck her until her brains were scrambled, he wanted to fuck her and make her forget about whoever the hell that man was, no matter how nice he seemed.

he used his thumb to wipe over her cheek while his other hand slid down to the middle of her hips just above her cunt where he forcefully but gently pushed her against the door.

"needy huh? well you shouldn't be so wanting for me to touch you y/n, not after the game of explorer you've been playing with whatever the hell his name is"

he gestured his head behind him where he knew the window was, he knew he was still leaning against the wall with a smug look, his hands tucked in his pockets as he probably thought about y/n.

he could feel her breaths grow shallow and raspy from just the small of contact his body had on hers, he gently let her hand glide to the flat part of his abs feeling her gasp softly.

"his name is Alec, and you know damn well who i'm with shouldn't be in your level of concern" she spoke back pulling her hand away to try and make him believe that she wasn't enjoying pressing her hand against him, but hell they both knew the damn truth.

Rick cocked his head to the side softly while using one of his fingers to toy at the waistband of her jeans, "i think you know why" he spoke back watching as her eyes couldn't seem to stop glancing at the bulge that had formed underneath his towel.

"i'm not your property rick, and you can't make me" she scoffed back her eyes finally having the courage to look up at him instead, to look into his that were the color of a blank night sky.

his hands gripped a slight pressure on the side of her hips watching as it was once again an excuse for her eyes to trace down just to get another glimpse of how hard he was.

"i don't give a damn what his name was and i don't give a damn that you think i shouldn't care, you think he'd be better than me? you think he'd know how to touch you y/n? And god believe me if i need to prove you wrong i will"

he grumbled at her feeling his grip grow tighter at her waist feeling her shudder at the contact, she didn't respond except she kept her gaze on the bulge he had hidden under the cloth that she ever so desperately just wanted to tear off of him.

"stop staring and answer my question" he spoke watching her eyes look up at him once more, she licked her lips clean from the desire to look back down at him,

"w-well no, but" she froze feeling his hands start to rub its way down to the waistband of her jeans slipping them down lightly

as she tried not to pay attention. "but what y/n? finish your sentence" he spoke pulling his hands away from the denim that was now hanging just below her hips.

without even such a warning or hint to her action she reached her hand out to rub the bulge in his towel making him groan her fingers spun so perfectly through the fabric making him practically buck his hips up to get more from her, her hand rubbed a small set of circles making his voice grow raspy and huskier with each sly movement of her handwork that truly seemed to be working like a charm on him.

"you're trying to distract me" he griped at her, she could tell he was enjoying it, and maybe just a little to much, she slipped down to her knees watching as he looked down at her,

he pushed her hand away just so he could pull off her t-shirt revealing her breasts being held up by her bra, the bra that was a dark blue color that seemed to blend well with her skin.

he liked the sight of her, he liked seeing her down on her knees while she was ever so willingly playing with his cock even if it had been clothed it was all still such a damn sight for him.

she wiggled her way out of her jeans to reveal her black panties, the hem such a pretty damn lace that he knew that soon he was going to tear off of her to get access to her cunt.

her hand ripped away the towel that was wrapped around his waist, she tossed it across the bathroom floor while her eyes admired his member that was lengthy and hard right in-front of her,

she was practically drooling at the sight of it, rick's cock was long and thick, it had veins just in the right places making it even more god damn pretty to her.

she used a hand to start from the base until she made her way up to the tip of his cock using her tongue to lick off the salty clear liquid that seemed to form on top because of his eagerness.

he groaned softly while his hand reached out to tangle in her hair, he forcefully gave himself a grip at the root of her hair swirling his fingers at her scalp to keep a steady hold on her.

her tongue seemed to be like god damn magic with each way it seemed to warp around his cock each time he bobbed in and out of her mouth like a lollipop, her mouth was so full of him her eyes started to prickle and her throat felt sore.

he was bucking his hips up just a little so he could help force even more of his needy cock down her throat, he could feel her saliva starting to build and spill out onto his cock while her nails started to dig into his inner thighs.

she had a full set of prickling tears flowing down her cheeks from the pressure building up in her throat and well the fact she was trying not to gag all over his cock, she could feel him twitch in her mouth.

already so close and all she had to do was work her mouth,

but it wasn't just the pleasure her mouth was feeding him that was about to send him off the edge, it was the way she looked so pretty on her knees, the way her eyes filled with tears and the way her nails dug into his skin as she whimpered against him softly.

he had been finally able to shoot his load down her throat hearing as the breathing from her nose seemed to sharpen while her nostrils flared, her mouth was trying to take all of his seed,

once she swallowed his warm seed she pulled away from his cock, panting and her throat scratchy from the saltiness of his liquid pouring down her throat like she was a cum rag.

his chest rose up and down while he helped lift her up from her knees and pressed her back up against the door, his hard cock now pressing against her belly as she tried not to moan at the hand that was now pulling off her panties.

he wrapped them around his fingers while he admired them for just a hence of a few seconds before finally tossing them to the floor,

he used just one of his hands to un-clip the bra watching it slip off her body so peacefully. her breasts still perky while her nipples grew hard at the arousal each of his thumbs was giving them.

she let out a soft moan for him as she could feel him the one dropping to his knees to place a soft kiss on top of her cunt that was clenching on practically nothing because of how impatient and how desperate it was for any touch of his,

she whimpered tossing her hips forwards at him but he simply pushed them back and stood back up, he peppered a kiss on each of her breasts feeling as goosebumps formed on her arms.

"n-need you" she whined at him practically sinking her nails into the biceps of his arms hoping he would understand the message and once she felt the tip of his cock teasing the inner of her wet folds she knew he took the message the right way.

he allowed one of his hands to trace into her wet folds as he pulled his cock away, just to give her a taste of what she actually wanted or just what she actually needed.

she let out a loud moan feeling as his middle finger was inserted into her and when she felt his ring finger join the other in her dripping cunt she let her hands wander to the top of his shoulders planting down a firm and stable grasp for herself.

he pumped his fingers slowly inside her watching as she tried to keep back her moans by forcing her teeth to clamp down on her bottom lip, his eyes flicked up at her as he started to pump faster.

"c'mon don't be shy now let them know how good you feel" he spoke hearing as she let out a sputtered gasp at the feeling of his thumb rubbing its way in fast circles amongst her clit.

"f-fuck Rick!" she cried, "god that pretty throat of yours has so many talents" he chuckled in her ear while his hand slipped around her neck gently to rub just under her chin.

it was like she could already feel her orgasm starting to arise in her because her legs shook and her mind was a damn minefield ready to explode with profanity and dirty words that she was sure that she could no longer hold onto inside her.

"so c-close fuck i'm so close" she whimpered feeling as his other hand moved from away from her throat and down onto her breasts swapping back and forth to make sure they each got the same amount of attention from him.

the soft swirl of his thumb on each of her nipples and the feeling of his fingers inside her curling at her g-spot with each thrust was like heaven to her, she was so damn close to letting out an erotic cry once she felt the knot growing looser and looser in her stomach.

"come on, cum for me let em hear how good you are baby" with just those subtle words he could feel some of her juices spurt out onto his fingers while she made a loud set of whimpering noises so loud that even Alec was able to hear them spilling out of the bathroom window.

Rick licked his fingers clean with a smile as he made sure to clean off every ounce of her juices off of them, without a hesitation he flipped her around so that she was pressed against the door.

his cock teasing her soaked entrance while she whimpered at a finger skimming over her clit just to see how sensitive she really was, "p-please" she whined at him her fists pressed against the door.

he himself was so damn impatient, he was so needy to be inside her he could stand the teasing either, with swift up rise of his hips he thrusted into her while his full drive hearing as a scream was pulled out from the back of her throat.

"as i was saying Dixon, you suck at go fish and i'm going to kick your ass, i've already decided it" Michonne spoke pulling down two sevens in her deck next to the pile of her other matches.

Daryl scoffed as he licked his lips clean about to ask if she had a '6' but a loud sound coming from the bathroom stopped him, the door was rattling as a rhythmic pounding noise was coming through.

he could hear a loud cry as he furrowed his brows and looked over at the others, Glenn sat up and Rosita tossed down her knife and the piece of wood she had been whittling away at.

another cry emerged as Daryl stood up in a slight crouch position and pulled up his crossbow but Sasha grabbed his arm and forced him to put it down.

the pounding seemed to go on forever along with the set of screams that started to flood out of the bathroom, it was y/n crying and moaning aloud for Rick.

They could hear her muffled profanities faintly while the pounding didn't seem to stop, "fuck rick! god dammit right there!" she screamed so loud that they were all sure even all of the houses and buildings surrounding them had surely heard it.

"so fuckin tight this pussy" they heard a loud groan and a whine back in response, the door shaking so much from her body being pressed up against it, her tits smushed against the wood while her nipples were perky from the slight coldness it was pressing on her with.

his cock was buried so deep inside her she swore that he was re-arranging every single organ in her stomach maybe his cock had even skimmed past her own heart that's surely what it felt like to be this full of him, to be filled to the brim so much that she had tears flowing down her face and her hair a scrambled mess.

"you think Alec could fuck you like this?" rick asked bitterly as he held onto her waist to fuck into her even deeper, "n-no!" she cried almost sounding like another whimper from her.

"so fucking close" she whined so loud that she could practically feel the vibrations of her own cries, she was letting out a series of pleasureful moans while she felt his cock twitch inside her.

"i should fill you up for being so bad today" he huffed into her tugging a piece of her hair hearing a moan return back to him, he groaned feeling as his cock twitched inside her while her walls clenched around him hoping to spill its juices.

"gonna c-cum oh f-fuck!" she practically screamed feeling his hand slip around to her front to rub against her sensitive clit only making her even closer and once both of their knots untied they both let out a series of profanity while they panted.

rick could hear her whine when he pulled out of her with a soft 'pop' sound that seemed to make her legs wobble without the stability of his hands on her body, she flipped around to see him grab a rag and putting some water from the faucet on it.

he gently spread her legs while he wiped his cum clean from her, even though he loved the feeling when he thought about watching it pour from the walls of her cunt.

she hissed softly watching as rick grabbed a fresh rag to clean himself off, he helped to get her dressed by slipping back on her clothes letting them slip onto her body, she thanked him while watching him change into the fresh pair of clothes he had laid out for him after his shower.

he followed her down the stair case to see all of their friends staring at them, Rosita rolled her eyes in a slight disgust and got up to grab something from the kitchen.

Rick had been so lucky that he placed Judith and Carl in a different house with Jessie and their son Ron, maybe just to get Carl around more kids to keep him somewhat a normal person,

Daryl shook his head at y/n while he had put his crossbow against the white wall next to him, "thought a walker got in but it's just ya two fuckin" he scoffed watching as Michonne practically choked on the glass of water she was sipping on.

she coughed with a smile on her face trying to hold back the disgust and the laughter all at once, "oh god you two are horrible!" glenn piped in watching as his wife chuckled a little.

"you two fuck like dogs!" y/n remarked back taking a seat against one of the cushions rested on the floor for her, "one time in the guard tower doesn't count!" Glenn huffed back watching as Maggie raised her eyebrows while her eyes widened a little.

"that's disgusting you know i used to keep watch in that tower!"

y/n shuddered at the thought of her two best friends having sex with each other but it couldn't be as bad as hearing Rick and her going at it upstairs.

Alec flicked his eyes up to look at y/n who planted a kiss on Rick's cheek before she made her approach towards him, he took a bite from his oatmeal bitterly swallowing it while he looked at her.

"you were sweet trust me Alec i just have something else waiting for me i'm sorry" she spoke, she hadn't felt that bad about it, even though the situation did seem pretty shitty.

"i was only gonna pity fuck you anyways i haven't had action since this bullshit started so don't get to excited" he spoke the truth, she could tell he wasn't lying which is why she hadn't said another word instead she walked back over to her friends.

"god if he knew what an actual fuck was" she mumbled watching as rick furrowed his brows, "what?" he asked rubbing the sides of her waist watching as she smiled at him, "i think alec understands now" she spoke proudly while feeling Rick press a kiss against her neck.

"good"

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Adult Education Part 15 | Hangman x OC

Summary: Jessica knows Jake is sorry for losing it on Brian, but now she has once again started to dread going to work. Things had been looking up, and she desperately needed that hopeful feeling back. But a chance run-in with Brian's wife and one well timed email might just be the start of something good.

Warnings: Fluff, smut, angst, mention cheating, 18+

Length: 3500 words

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Female OC

This story is part of the Beer Boy and Sugar universe but can be read on its own! Adult Education masterlist

Seriously, who let Jake on my masterlist!? Banner by @mak-32

Every day that Jessica woke up and got ready for work felt like she was making herself look presentable for her own execution. She hadn't slept well after Tuesday evening when she went home and cried after Jake punched Brian in the face. He offered to stay with her, but she told him she needed some time to herself. And now she was in a cycle of dreading every minute of work, just like before.

She'd had these soft glimmers of hope over the last few months. She had made a new friend, she had a boyfriend who she was falling in love with, and she absolutely nailed the fraternity fundraiser. Everything was looking so hopeful, but she should have known there was no way she could have it all if Brian was involved. Especially since it looked like he had a broken nose on Thursday morning.

She thought she was going to throw up when he looked at her. Any minute, Dean Walters or someone from his office would be knocking on her door, asking what exactly had possessed her boyfriend to punch the head of the science department.

But it never came. And the anticipation was just making it worse. When she heard someone tapping on her door, her stomach lurched as she sank a little lower in her seat. "Come in," she called out, her voice wavering. When the door eased open, she was surprised to see her friend standing there. "Advanced Calculus," she muttered, leaning back in her seat and taking a deep breath.

"I brought you some coffee," the other woman said as she closed the door behind her. "And I also came to ask you why the hell you didn't tell me that Jake punched Conley in the damn face!"

When Jessica looked at her again, she just shook her head. "I don't want to talk about it."

She set down the coffee cup and said, "You don't have to talk about it, because I already know all about it, because Jake won't shut up about it to Bradley. He thinks he fucked everything up with you. He thinks you're mad at him."

Jessica let her forehead rest on her desk. If she tried to say she wasn't avoiding Jake, she would be lying. "I think I just need to deal with the repercussions on my own. But I'll text him back." She reached for her phone and looked at the most recent message from him. Hey, Smart Girl. I'd love to bring dinner to your office hours, but only if you want me to.

"Wait. What repercussions?" the other woman asked as she took a seat with her own drink. "You don't think this will fall back on you? Do you?"

"How could it not? Have you seen Brian's face?"

She snorted. "I sure fucking did. I came up here more or less to congratulate you for making Jake fall in love with you so hard that he did that for you."

Jessica's heart pounded in response, and she knew her eyes were wide. Jake hadn't said that to her yet, and she hadn't either, but she felt like it was right there. "He just punched him all of a sudden. I didn't ask him to or anything."

"I know. That's the whole point. He couldn't let someone be shitty to you. I just knew Jake had it in him."

Jessica looked down at her phone again and decided to stop avoiding someone who made her so happy. I would love it if you brought me dinner.

His response came almost instantly, letting her know that he would be there. She felt a little better as she looked at her friend. "Thanks for the coffee." But she waved it off and shrugged. "I also wanted to stop by and tell you that everyone is still talking about your fratraiser. They all loved it."

Jessica wanted to love it, too. It has been the perfect night until Brian showed up. "Thanks. I still want to stop in and talk to Dean Walters about it, but I was trying to wait until things with Brian blew over."

"You should definitely talk to Walters," she replied as she stood to leave.

Jessica was tired of hesitating all the time, so she asked, "Do you want to have lunch together today?"

"Can't," she replied with a grimace. "I promised Dr. Rosenthal that I'd look at curriculum with him again."

"Tenure must be so nice," Jessica replied wistfully. "Not that I'll ever know."

Before she slipped out the door, the other woman said, "I'm still holding out hope, and you should, too."

Hours later, Jessica was still considering those words when she took a little break before the start of her office hours. She had been hiding at her desk, looking for a birthday gift for Jake, when she started yawning. With her office hours spread out like a gauntlet in front of her, she decided to quickly grab another coffee from the lounge. She would need it to get through a tutoring session with Luca.

But as soon as she walked through the door, she was met with Brian, and he had his arm wrapped around the same teaching assistant she saw him with before. The one he was most definitely sleeping with. His face looked terrible as the bruising had spread out from his crooked nose, giving him two black eyes. Jessica was sure the glare he was sending her way must be painful for him at the moment, and she had to try her hardest not to laugh. Apparently he was in full scumbag mode now, because he didn't even bother to separate from the TA as Jessica waffled next to the door, undecided if she should stay and make some coffee or not.

"Did you need something, Dr. Reed?" he snapped, his voice extra nasally.

The mere sound of his tone was enough to make her regret coming down here. "No, actually. I'll just leave you to your...business." She turned and left them, hoping she still had a can of Coke in her mini fridge that would suffice. And that was when she almost ran directly into Sabrina Conley.

Jessica recognized her immediately, and she could tell Brian's wife remembered her as well. A chill rippled along her entire body as she felt the woman appraising her with a hateful scowl. "Are you the reason my husband's face is a mess?" she asked, venom lacing every word. Convinced this week couldn't get any worse, Jessica stood frozen, completely unsure what she should say. Was it her fault? Or was it Brian's? Or maybe it was Jake's fault? She just wanted to hide in her office again and cry.

Sabrina took a step closer, her voice somehow more scathing as she said, "Can you at least tell me where he is?"

Jessica nodded, a jerky motion, as she pointed behind her and said, "In the lounge." It was a few seconds before she fully realized what she had done, and by that point it was too late. Sabrina had already disappeared around the corner, and then Jessica heard an angry shriek.

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It had been two solid days since Jake saw Jessica, and this was the proof he needed. Seeing her every day had become a necessity. It hurt that she'd distanced herself a little bit after the incident with Brian, even though he could understand that she probably just needed a little space and time. But the irrational side of his brain was running completely wild.

"I fucked up the best relationship I have ever had," he groaned in the locker room on base.

"No, you didn't," Bradley replied with an eye roll. "Or... maybe you did. Maybe Jessica is out on a date with Dev at this very moment."

Jake glared in response. "It's 5:30 on a Thursday. She just finished a lecture, and she's getting ready for her office hours. She's not anywhere with Dev."

Bradley smirked as he got dressed in one of his hideous shirts. "You have her entire schedule memorized. That's so cute."

"You have your wife's entire schedule memorized," Jake retorted.

"That's right. Dr. Tits is finishing up her linear algebra lecture right now which means I can pick her up on my way home. Unless we take a detour to the library," he muttered, and Jake decided to tune him out. He needed to stop home and grab the food he made yesterday in the hope that Jessica would want him to stop by tonight.

He would make this all up to her. If she was somehow in some shit at work because of him, he would have to try to fix it. So he picked up the little individual containers of chicken, mashed potatoes and vegetables along with some ice packs. But his condo was so quiet, he was anxious to leave again. He was hoping Jessica would want to spend the weekend here with him, cooking and reading some journals. Making love and watching a movie. Really anything she wanted to do.

He drove his new truck to campus and parked, knowing he was right in the middle of her office hours and not wanting to intrude if she was working with Luca or someone else. So he went slowly up the walkway past Chippy's and crossed the street to the science building. If he saw Brian, he would stay calm this time. He wouldn't fuck anything up worse for his girlfriend.

When he reached her office, the door was closed, and he heard a soft conversation inside, prompting him to wait his turn. He was hoping it was Luca. He already felt the rage building inside of him over the fact that it could be Brian again. But then the door opened, and a skateboard hit the floor in front of him, and Jake smiled.

As Luca skated away, Jessica launched herself at his chest, and Jake welcomed her, dropping his cooler bag on the floor. "Are you okay?" he asked quietly as she buried her face in his neck and held onto him. "I missed you."

"I don't know," she whispered. "I just know I missed you, too." She started backing up, pulling him into her office, and he reached to pick up the bag of food.

When she guided him to her desk chair, he was delighted that she pushed him down before sitting on his thigh. Jake's hands went to her waist, and she came to rest against his chest with a sigh. Maybe she wasn't so upset with him after all.

He kissed her forehead. "I'm sorry," he whispered again. He'd said it so many times. "I'm sorry I punched him."

"I know you are. It's okay, Jake. Part of me is absolutely delighted that you did that," she told him as she ran her fingers along his name tag. "Because he deserved it." She swallowed hard, and when she spoke again, he could barely hear her. "Brian's wife was here today, and she walked in on him alone with one of the department TAs in the lounge. I'm sure it was as obvious to her as it is to me that he's sleeping with her now."

"Shit," he grunted, stroking her jaw with his fingers before brushing them through her hair. "If he got caught again, then he deserved it."

She nodded. "I don't know why I feel guilty that I was the one who told her he was in the lounge."

Jake's fingers froze. "You feel guilty? Baby, the only one who should feel guilty about anything is Brian.""I know that," she whispered. "I do know that. But Sabrina has been through enough, and I've been feeling bad for her for the past year."

She needed a break, and Jake knew it. "That's understandable, but it's still not your fault. I think you should come spend the weekend at my place and let me take your mind off things."

Jessica tilted her face to look at him. "How are you going to do that?"

He kissed her forehead again as he said, "By cooking for you and kissing you and reading journals with you." Her soft moan had him pressing his luck. "We could pick out some journals right now, and I could have them ready for when you come over tomorrow after work. You worked really hard on your fundraiser, and you deserve a break this weekend."

"Jake," she groaned. "That sounds perfect." The fact that she was curling up on him and yawning now let him know she was exhausted. And if Brian's wife was on campus earlier today, then there was a good chance she was upset that her husband's face was all bruised. He needed to take Jessica's mind off of this shit.

"I'll go grocery shopping tonight, and then the whole weekend is whatever you want it to be, Jess."

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On Friday morning, when she ran down the hallway and into her office, Jessica turned on her computer. While it started up, she grabbed a few more journals from her shelf to take to Jake's place. Her plan was to leave right from campus to spend the weekend with him, her overnight bag already in her trunk. When she logged in to check her university email, she had to read over the newest message three times to believe it.

Dr. Reed, I realize this is very short notice, so please allow me to apologize in advance. Dr. Conley is taking a short leave of absence, and in an effort to keep disruption to a minimum, there is an immediate need for professors who are willing to step in and teach some of his courses. Due to conflicting schedules, you are the only PhD in the science department who can advise his Senior Studies class on Wednesday afternoons. I know this will be an additional workload if you are willing to take it, so we can discuss compensation on Monday. However, if you are willing, please let me know today so I can finalize this schedule. It would be much appreciated. Sincerely, Dean Corbin Walters

"Oh shit," Jessica gasped. Brian was taking a leave of absence? And not only was the dean not upset with her, he was asking her to take one of Brian's classes? "Holy shit." She lunged for her keyboard and typed up a response so quickly, she had to read it three times to fix the spelling errors. Her heart was pounding, because she would have been willing to do this even without the extra compensation.

And now she sat back in her chair, wondering exactly what had happened with Brian's wife. The anticipation was going to eat her alive, but she had a quantum physics lecture to hold. First she added a note to her calendar to call Dean Walters' office and schedule a meeting for Monday.

By the time Jessica was leaving campus on Friday afternoon, she had a meeting scheduled with the dean. She also took the time to update and recalculate all of her grades, and Luca was finally passing. She rode down the elevator with a smile on her face, knowing Brian wasn't on campus, lurking around a corner, ready to give her a hard time. Instead she walked out to her car in her heels with her head held high.

Her stomach was growling, but she knew Jake would feed her all weekend. He would take care of everything. She wouldn't have to scrape together any sad meals or plan her lessons through next semester just for something to do. She was allowed to enjoy herself when she was with her boyfriend. She was allowed to let her feelings grow deeper.

Of course she wasn't disappointed when she knocked on the front door of his condo, and the door swung open to reveal him in an undershirt and gray sweatpants, the smell of something delicious wafting to meet her.

"Baby, you should call me from the parking lot next time," Jake drawled, reaching for her. "It's getting dark outside, and I don't want you walking around alone."

Jessica whimpered as he pulled her inside and locked the door. Of course she thought he was being a little dramatic, but she appreciated him nonetheless. "Okay, next time I'll call you." She barely got the last word out as his lips met hers. Her palm slid over the roughness of the stubble starting to grow in on his cheek before she pushed her fingers back through his hair.

"You're really not upset with me?" he asked softly, eyes closing to her touch.

"No," she promised. "I just needed some time to think about things, but I'm not upset with you."

It was all a seamless motion as Jake scooped her up by her thighs and backed up until he was sitting on his couch with her on his lap. "I missed you," he whispered, squeezing her legs and hips gently.

She laughed as he kissed her neck. "You saw me yesterday."

"It wasn't enough." His voice sounded a little rougher.

She tugged on his hair until his lips were hovering against hers. "It was less than a day ago."

His nose bumped hers as his hands tightened around her waist. "Well apparently I can't go that long, Jessica."

She could feel his cock hardening through his sweatpants, and the more she tugged on his hair, the raspier his voice seemed to get. His green eyes were so pretty and eager, and she wanted him right now. Her skirt was already bunched up on her thighs, so she took his hands in hers and used them to push the fabric the rest of the way up to her waist.

A little smirk formed his lips as she said, "I can't go another minute."

Jake grunted and shook his head before his eyes trailed down to where she knew her rose colored thong was on display for him, and he swiped one long index finger up along her clit. "Jake!" she gasped, grinding down on his cock. He did it again, and she rolled her hips again. "Oh my god."

With one hand, Jake hooked her underwear to the side, and the cool air met her wet core. With his other hand, he tugged himself free of his sweats and his underwear, his thick cock standing at attention for her. She didn't hesitate as she sank down around him, making him groan loudly. One slow roll of her hips, and she was groaning too. Just when she was getting a good rhythm going, her lips met his neck, and his phone alarm started blaring in his pocket.

"Shit," he grunted, stilling her movements with one hand on her butt as he mashed his fingers against his phone screen. "I'm making you a chicken pot pie, and I don't want it to burn." He stood with Jessica fully seated on his cock, and she grabbed at his hair and his neck as she wrapped her legs around his waist, losing one high heel as he walked.

"Fuck! Jake!" she nearly screamed, clenching around him with each step he took.

"Hang on, Baby," he whispered, setting her on the island before turning away from her to reach for his pot holders. She was whimpering for more as soon as he was gone, but she was treated to the sight of him removing the pie from the oven before tossing the pot holders on the floor and rushing back to her, his wet cock bobbing along. "I got you."

He was back where she wanted him with one sharp thrust, and the look of concentration on his face as he worked her up made her smile. "You liked it when I was walking, didn't you?"

All she had to say was, "Yes," and he had her up off the island again. She lost her second shoe as he grinned and walked around the island, rubbing the spot deep inside of her that made her ache with need. "Yes." She was a mess, clinging to him and making ridiculous sounds while he walked her back through the kitchen. And then she was clenching around his cock, with her lips to his ear, but when she saw the dinner he made for her, she came. She whined his name, one long, loud syllable.

Next thing she knew, he had her back pressed up against the refrigerator, magnets clattering to the floor as he got some leverage and thrust into her with all his weight. "Jessica," he growled, nudging her glasses with his nose and squeezing her butt. Then he filled her up with his cum, his cheeks flushed and his eyes half lidded.

Jake kissed along her lips as he murmured, "Let me feed you dinner, Smart Girl. And then we can do anything you want as long as you don't leave my side." --------------------------

Could things be looking up? I mean, Jake can't really be blamed, right? And it looks like scumbag Brian is found out once again. Thanks to @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls

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novaawayne · 1 year

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Jealousy | Izuku Midoriya

pairing: izuku Midoriya x fem reader

summary: Izuku was never a jealous man but when he starts to hear certain comments, he can't help that feeling that wells up from deep in his chest.

warnings: not sure, I'm more asleep than awake. Maybe a bit of Mirio yandere.

wc: +3.8k

a/n. English is not my first lenguage.

y/h/n: your hero name.

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You and Izuku started dating when you finished school. Both became professional heroes and their relationship flowed wonderfully.

Izuku would have loved for you to work at his agency but you mentioned that you didn't want the relationship to interfere with your work so somehow, you ended up working alongside Mirio Togata. Better known as Lemillion.

Deku was very happy for you. Mirio was a great hero and he trusted him to watch your back during missions.

It was like that for four years. Izuku had been thinking of proposing to you but he still couldn't find the perfect ring and he was so meticulous and perfectionist that he was also looking for the right place and time.

However, one day an email arrived on his laptop. It did not say who the sender was but the content of the email was a link to a blog.

He normally would ignore such emails but there was something that made him uneasy. Before the link there was a short message that said: it seems that very soon you could lose your girlfriend.

He started the blog, it was kind of like a superhero gossip page. Izuku had heard of that blog, although there were many, this one in particular was very famous.

Everyone knew that you and Deku were a couple and in a stable relationship. Even the Marketing guys loved their relationship. A single photo of the two of you generated many sales, not to mention the interviews.

But then, why was Mirio holding you by the waist like that while greeting the cameras with big smiles? Why did you hug the man's hip and rest your head on his chest with a big smile? Why?

He read the entire note. The blog mentioned something about how they had saved some children from an elementary school that was on fire.

It's true, they both looked tired and you seemed a bit more hurt than Mirio. Surely he was just holding you, but you didn't want to worry the children who admired you and that's why you smiled despite the pain.

But there was also another photo below. One where Mirio carried you in his arms and you hugged him by the neck.

At the end of the note it said something that he didn't like at all.

“We can see the two heroes very close, they even seem like a perfect couple. Could it be that the heroine y/h/n has left Deku to be with Lemillion? Please turn on page notifications to receive all our updates”

The note had been published a little less than half an hour ago.

Deku slammed his laptop shut with such force that he must have broken it. Immediately he took his phone and looked for your contact in the messages, but before he could send you the message, a call from you came in.

He answered immediately.

"Hello bunny" Deku greeted. He never minded showing affection to you in public and he knew that you had blushed. You always did.

“Hello honey” you sounded a bit strange “I'm sorry, I just wanted to let you know that I got hurt today and I'm in the hospital. But don't worry, the doctor will come in a moment and besides, I'm with Mirio"

He frowned. He was always going to worry about your health even if you only broke a nail.

“Was it because of the elementary school thing?” He asked you.

“Um… yes. The school was falling down and there were still children inside. I ran in to get a child out but a piece of roof hurt my leg. I guess I wasn't fast enough."

"I understand. I'll go right away"

"No!" Deku was confused by your sudden yell, he had already stood up but dropped into his seat. You've never yelled at him, not even when you were fighting, “I know you're busy, honey, and I don't want to bother you. How about you pick up some food on your way back home and the two of us have dinner together?”

He sighed in relief.

“Of course, bunny. I'll bring your favorite” he heard you release a giggle.

"Here you go, sweetheart" Deku heard on the other end of the line. Did he hear right? Mirio called you sweetheart? Since when did he do that and why hadn't you told him?

“Oh, thank you very much Mirio. It's just what I needed” you had answered. You had obviously moved the phone away a bit, but he heard clearly.

"Oh, is that Midoriya?" He heard him ask you, but his tone seemed displeased though he couldn't be sure. Maybe he was just tired.

"Yes"

"Say hello from me"

"Mirio says hello" Deku heard you again loud and clear on the speaker "so, I'll see you later. Okay?"

It took him a moment to react.

"Okay, bunny"

What the hell was that feeling that sprouted from her chest? He had never felt this way before. Something like anger and sadness combined.

He sighed tired. He had to return to his work to leave early and go get food for dinner. But right now he needed a new computer.

Deku discovered that you were doing great and that night you didn't seem to have any trouble walking. But what did bother him was that you mentioned that Mirio took you to the house. Not that he hadn't done it before, but this time he annoyed him a little.

He himself would have picked you up at the hospital but an emergency arose and he was unable to leave the office earlier than planned.

But that night you covered him with kisses and you fell asleep in his arms. Everything was fine, they were pure silly ideas that his mind created.

However, that little thorn did not disappear. He began to notice how close you and Mirio seemed to be. The way he made you laugh out of nowhere and how comfortable you seemed to be around him.

He also noticed that it was Mirio who was always approaching you. His big hands were looking for a way to be on your body. Touches here and there, barely noticeable to others. But there they were. Mirio even dared to tuck a lock of hair behind your ear from time to time.

He discovered that that feeling was jealousy. Iida and Uraraka had to explain it to him one afternoon when their paths crossed after a team mission. Deku told them a bit about how he had felt since that incident in elementary school and they did their best to advise his best friend.

“Don't worry Deku” Uraraka told him “y/n loves you very much and she wouldn't be able to do this to you. Maybe it's just a misunderstanding and you should talk to her about how you feel."

"I agree" continued Iida "besides, Togata is a good guy and he knows that you and he are a couple. They are just good friends, plus they work together. It's normal for them to be so close."

That lifted Izuku's spirits. It was true, there was no way you could fool him. Right?

Soon came December 24. They had organized a Christmas gala for all the professional heroes. And of course, the number one hero, Deku, could not be missing.

Normally they would spend Christmas with Izuku's mother and New Years with your family, but this year they decided to try something new and they both agreed to attend the gala.

But in the last week you've been acting really weird. You fell asleep before Izuku got home even though you always expected it. It took you a long time to answer his messages and when you did, they were curt responses.

Also, you no longer filled his face with kisses in the morning. He was trying to get closer to you, but you seemed to be getting further and further away.

What was happening? It wasn't very easy for Izuku to talk about his feelings, he felt that he was a burden to others and although you always listened to him, this time he couldn't find the right words.

"You help me?" Izuku snapped back to reality when he heard your sweet voice.

You were turning your back on him and he understood that you were asking for his help to zip up your dress. That dress made you look beautiful. The fabric adjusted perfectly to each one of your curves and highlighted that cute ass you had. I was dying for the whole world to see you holding his arm. He always liked to show you off and show everyone that you belonged only to him.

Izuku moved closer to you, placing his big hands on your waist and then leaned down a bit to place a kiss on your back. Then another kiss and one more.

"Izu, we'll be late" you reminded him. But the feel of his lips against your skin was just intoxicating.

“Maybe we shouldn't go” he broke away just a little “maybe we can stay here. You and me alone” he caressed your bare skin, you always liked his big warm hands.

You actually liked the idea, but there were a lot of people waiting for them at the gala. Mainly Deku. They had already announced his presence and many reporters would be disappointed if they didn't see him.

"Izu, you know they'll kill us if we don't go"

"Fine" he gave up sadly. Leaving a kiss on your neck.

He moved away from you a bit and zipped up, even though most of your back was visible. You turned around to face him.

"Thank you, honey" you left a quick kiss on his lips before continuing to fix yourself.

Two hours later, they were both at the party. There were quite a few heroes everywhere and a lot of photographers and reporters trying to get an interview or a good photo.

You were hugging Izuku's arm as they walked down the pretty red carpet that would lead them to the building. As soon as they noticed the presence of the number one hero, the cameras turned to you urgently.

Many yelled at them to turn around. Photographers and reporters wanted more of Izuku's attention.

"Hero, Deku" a reporter called out to him and you and Izuku approached her. He was supposed to be nice and give some interviews. Also, that girl was small and seemed very nervous. She was probably new to this whole interview thing.

Izuku was always very nice and it was very rare for him to refuse a photo, an autograph or an interview. Only if he was someone trying to be rude, would he refuse. Otherwise, he would spend hours pleasing his fans.

Fortunately, it was only ten minutes and they both kept walking. Stopping from time to time to have some photos taken. The flash started to hurt your eyes and Deku noticed it immediately so he hurried inside the building where there were no more photographers to bother you.

You smiled at him in thanks as you placed a kiss on his cheeks.

Izuku kept one of his hands in his pants pocket, right where he kept the box that contained the engagement ring that he wanted to give you. He had been carrying it for two weeks. His other hand clung tightly to your waist as they walk across the room and greet his acquaintances.

Only fifteen minutes have passed when Izuku feels you separate from him. You've never done it before, you always tell him first if you want to go to the bathroom or want a new drink, you don't walk away and that's it.

Then he saw that Mirio was coming towards you. Izuku noticed the way your face lit up for a moment when you saw it. He felt his heart break very slowly and painfully.

“Hello guys” greeted Mirio with a beaming smile “wow, y/n, you look gorgeous. And look, your dress is the same color as my tie. As if we were combined” Mirio's voice is enthusiastic. Izuku saw his own tie, it was also the same color as your dress, you yourself had given him that tie for that day.

Deku gagged but tried to smile instead. It was a very awkward smile though.

"Hey, Togata" Izuku calls him "can we talk for a moment alone?"

You looked at your boyfriend curiously.

"Of course, Midoriya" Mirio hugs him by the shoulders.

“I'll be near the snack table,” you advise as both men walk away.

Once Izuku and Mirio are out of the room in a lonely hallway with no prying eyes, Izuku gathers the courage he needs to face Mirio.

"I... I've noticed lately that you and y/n seem much closer."

"Well, I guess" Mirio let out a giggle "we're co-workers and we're also friends"

"The problem" Izuku almost yelled "is that I think… I would like to know. Are you in love with her?"

He was direct but his eyes remained squeezed shut as he clenched his fists.

"Yes" he clearly heard the man's answer "I'm in love with her and I'm also trying to take her away from you"

Izuku's eyes widened in surprise. He noticed that Mirio's eyes seemed darker and scarier. He had never seen it that way.

"What? Why?"

“Well… it's simple if you think about it. You always get everything you want, Midoriya. Everything. And I'm jealous. You stole my number one spot, I was meant to be number one, not you” he was silent for a moment before continuing “y/n is pretty, kind, smart, strong and you don't deserve her. She needs someone better. To someone like me. I want her"

Deku was in complete shock. He really didn't expect such sincerity.

Mirio turned to leave, Izuku unable to move for a long moment. Staring at the ground and clenching his fists tightly from the fury that flooded his veins.

Although in feeling he was rather similar to sadness.

With firm steps he returned to the party where he searched for you with his eyes and quickly found you next to Mirio. The blond man was very close, flirting with you very shamelessly. Although in the eyes of others, Mirio was just being nice. As always.

Izuku moved to your side, sliding a hand down your back and then down your waist to pull you to him. You looked at him curiously.

"Is everything alright, Izu?"

“Perfect, bunny. Can you come with me for a moment?"

"Of course, honey"

You quickly looked at Mirio with a smile to say goodbye to him. Mirio smiled at you too but as soon as you turned around, he tried to kill Izuku with his eyes. However, he preferred not to interfere at that moment, he knew perfectly well that now he had you around his little finger and as soon as he asked you to leave Izuku, that's what you would do.

For years he was brainwashing you, praising you and casting doubt on your relationship. He discovered everything you liked and everything you didn't. What made you happy and what made you sad. He knew all your friends and the names of all your relatives. There was nothing Mirio didn't know about you. He showered you with gifts and small things. He would bring you your favorite coffee every morning and to your favorite restaurant for dinner.

Everything was going as planned. He even tracked down that girl who posted hero gossip and paid her a generous amount of money to start the rumor that you and him were having an affair.

It was only a matter of time before things between you and Deku ended. And so Mirio would have you for himself.

Izuku took you to a clear corridor, the building was quite big so it wasn't difficult to find a solitary and beautiful place. The green haired man took your hands in his very gently, as if he was afraid of hurting you in some way. Although he had never done it.

It might look like a pretty funny and adorable scene, Izuku was probably the strongest man in the world but he treated you with such finesse it was almost unreal. But also very cute.

He looked sad and confused, you didn't understand what was wrong but it was clear something was wrong from the way he frowned at him very deeply.

"Izu?" You called out to him and he looked at you with teary eyes.

"You still love me?" he asked suddenly. You didn't understand where that question was coming from but it was obvious that someone had said something to him to make him feel insecure.

Or was it something you said yourself?

You approached him, letting go of his hands and instead of him you gently took his cheeks. He appreciated the gesture.

"What is that question about?"

He shook his head, he didn't want to say what he thought but at this point, being honest was probably his best option.

“I've noticed… I've noticed that you're closer to Togata. I know they are very good friends but I don't really like how close they have become. I feel like you've left me aside and maybe... maybe you don't want to be with me anymore. I would understand perfectly… well, not really. But I want you to always be very happy and if that means you don't want to be by my side…” you silenced him with a kiss.

"I love you more than anything in the world, Izuku" you told him with total sincerity "I don't love anyone but you. Also… I know I've been a bit distant lately but it's because… well…” you looked at the ground.

"What is it, bunny?" He encouraged you to continue and they exchanged positions, this time it was Izuku who held your cheeks and your hands remained on his hips.

“I had been having some ailments” you explained “and at first I thought maybe it was a cold or something related to some mission but a few days ago I went to the doctor because I felt very dizzy. And well… she said that I’m pregnant” your cheeks turned red. You were very happy but you couldn't be sure if Izuku would be too.

They had never had a serious conversation about having children. Deku was at the height of his career and maybe having children wasn't part of his plans right now. You did want it, no matter what. Even if Izuku didn't want it, you would have your baby.

But something happened that you wouldn't have expected in a million years.

Izuku knelt down and showed you a beautiful ring. His eyes shone with tears and something else. Something akin to happiness and longing.

"Marry me please"

You looked at him stunned. Was this real? Was Izuku really asking you to marry him? Tears welled up in your eyes, you couldn't describe the happiness that was suddenly surrounding you. Maybe it was the pregnant woman who gave you strong emotions.

"Of course I do" you finally answered.

Izuku smirked and slid the ring onto your finger. Immediately he stood up to kiss your lips and give you a hug. He would have loved to press you hard against his body but he had to be very careful from now on. Even more careful than he already was.

It was after forty minutes (when Izuku stopped crying with happiness), that they both held hands and returned to the party.

The photographers found you in less than a minute, they had been looking for Izuku and no one missed his big dazzling smile and slightly puffy eyes.

In the same way, he did not separate his hand from your waist at any time and you very covertly showed your engagement ring. At that moment no one noticed but you knew that the next day the world would be in chaos when someone noticed the ring around your finger that was not there at the beginning of the night.

Izuku's fans were quite intense and used to notice the little details of the number one hero. What included you. Of course you also had your fans but they were few compared to Izuku's.

The rest of the party was very easy going and fun. Mirio didn't approach you but he saw him talking with Tamaki and Kirishima.

At half past four in the morning, the two were in Izuku's car heading to his home. They both put on their pijamas and prepare to sleep.

They both lay on the bed and you settled into Izuku's chest while he caressed your skin. It didn't take long for you to fall asleep but Izuku kept his eyes open while continuing to make those soft caresses.

He heard his phone ring and, very careful not to disturb you, he reached over to take it. He smiled a little noting that there were a bunch of fan page notifications of him breaking the news or rather, speculating about your engagement ring.

At the beginning of the night you were not wearing it and there were thousands of photos focusing on your hands. Then there were thousands of other photos of your hand with that pretty ring on your ring finger.

One of the pages even showed the price of the ring, which in fact cost a fortune. But that didn't matter to Izuku. He loved to spend his little fortune on you.

There were many pages and photos that were already beginning to talk about the possible marriage between you and Izuku. And they were anxious for an official announcement.

Izuku opened his Instagram and quickly posted a picture of you, showing off the ring on your ring finger. The description said: she said yes.

Izuku turned off his phone so he wouldn't hear the notifications for the rest of the morning and left it on the nightstand. Right away he left a kiss on your head and caressed your cheek.

“Now you will never leave me” he murmured in the dark “you are mine and mine alone. And no one can ever separate us” he placed another kiss on your forehead and finally closed his eyes.

Of course. Getting you pregnant was his first plan, but since you hadn't given him any news and you didn't seem to have normal pregnancy changes, he decided to advance his marriage proposal. But he was pleasantly surprised when you finally told him you were expecting a baby. Everything was going according to plan. Even better.

He could only imagine how upset Mirio would be at that moment. He could never take you away from him.

You belonged to Izuku and no one else.

↬ written by Novaawayne

#izuku midoria x reader #izuku midoriya #izuku x y/n #bnha x reader #mha deku #Deku #deku x reader #bnha deku #my hero academia #izuku x reader #mha izuku #yandere izuku #izuku x you #bnha midoriya #midoriya x you #midoriya x reader #Midoriya

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hotxcheeto · 2 years

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Can I request arcane characters like Vi, Mel, Jinx, Viktor, ekko with an s/o who is covered in tattoos, piercings

━ 𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀𝐍 𝐒/𝐎 𝐂𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐒 & 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 - Vi, Jinx, Caitlyn, Sevika

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - Cursing, suggestive, mentions of pain?

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ? - Yeah/Nope

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - sorry this took so long! and i don't write for mel, viktor or ekko as of right now so i just did vi and jinx and added two for me!

PLEASE REBLOG IF POSSIBLE ! THEY'RE EXTREMELY APPRECIATED !

☼ 𝐕𝐈 - Vi has tattoos, and she really likes how they look on her body and so when she met you she was in love. The way each color compliments your skin and the black and white pieces up your back and around your arms. Not to mention the piercings you have.

Totally asks you questions about your piercings and when you got them, even considers getting some of them herself. And your tattoos, you're literally so hot, like before you guys started dating it was so obvious she liked you, she couldn't bring herself to not stare.

When you both are going to bed you can feel her fingers running along your skin, tracing the ink. You'll look over at her and she'll pretend like she ain't completely in love with you. She'll hide her face in your back but once you turn back around you'll feel her fingers once more.

Loves when you trace her tattoos, it makes her feel so loved.

You'll invite her to get a tattoo with you and it makes her so happy. Especially with how excited you get while you both are getting them. Or with piercings, you'll for sure help her give her another while you both laugh about how bad she is at staying still.

Vi totally likes when you wear shirts and tank tops that show off your arms and back, and you love it when she doesn't wear her bandages and when her shoulders are out.

Very hot couple 10/10

☼ 𝐉𝐈𝐍𝐗 - LOVES THEM. Loves to trace and touch them and if they're black and white she'll color them in. Jinx will sit there for so long with her markers while all propped up in your lap and coloring your arms and back all pretty and then when she's done she'll pull away and go 'Ta-da!' and make you look at them in the mirror.

When Jinx has her episodes she'll trace your tattoos while she tries to calm herself down, quietly humming while moving her nail up and down and around your arm. Your voice soothing her.

She'll tug on your piercings as well, no matter where they are and if she can pull them, she will. Or she'll tap each one on your face while teasing or talking to you.

Definitely just stares at you and admires you while laying in your lap. Or while you're working, Jinx just sits there and stares at you.

Loves to sketch you new tattoo ideas and show you them very proudly, and even if you don't use them you for sure keep each one and hang them up somewhere. So everytime Jinx breaks into your apartment she sees her little wall of artwork and your fridge covered in her drawings.

It makes her blush.

☼ 𝐂𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐋𝐘𝐍 - Caitlyn is completely clean with nothing coating her skin and so when she meets you, she loves it. Loves how you look nothing like anyone in Piltover and are covered in ink.

Just like everyone else she'll trace them and she'll ask what each one is or what it means. Or why you got it, even if it's the dumbest thing in the world she likes to hear. And if there are stories behind them she likes to listen to them even if you've already told her before. Taps them and tickles you while you tell her as well.

And your piercings are so pretty to her, she'll ask if they hurt or when you got them. Also wants to know the stories behind those, and if you gave them to yourself, she's very intrigued.

Watches when you take them out because again, not many people in Piltover have facial piercings like you. She's like a toddler, she watches, a lot.

You could probably convince her to get a small tattoo that's hidden away, but that's about it. She's pRoFeSSionAl.

☼ 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐊𝐀 - She thinks you're so fucking hot. Like you're her little gem she likes to show off, just in general. Like loves to just unapologetically stare at you, but if you point it out she'll kill you and no one will ever find the body. She gets flustered. But will destroy you.

Like Caitlyn, she asks you about them here and there. About why you got them and what they mean, and if they have no meaning she'll listen to you make one up while smiling like an idiot. Kicking your feet back and forth while pointing at them.

Sevika also wouldn't mind getting one with you, or even a piercing once sees yours. Asks about the pain and even if you'd get anymore.

If you ever get any new tattoos or piercings she'd help you care for them, mostly because you take care of her after she gets her ass beat.

You're so fucking hot to her, did I say that already?

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ssa-atlas-alvez · 1 year

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Hotch's adopted teenage son (reader) meeting the team after getting in a fight at school with a substitute who couldn't understand why Reader couldn't focus on school qhile his dad was at work (but Hotch doesn't know that's why Reader can't focus on school work. He thinks it's the rebel phase)

Warnings: Anxiety, mentions reader is nauseous

Word count: 845

You just couldn’t focus. Your mind was going a mile a minute, you were talking to your dad at lunch and then with little to no explanation, he had hung up. You had texted him and the team multiple times but no one got back to you. You had then tried to phone Garcia, but the line was engaged, so you resorted to texting her. You felt sick and anxiety swarmed in your chest, you felt like you couldn’t breathe. You had tried everyone you could possibly think of and no one was answering. That usually meant something bad had happened or they were about to go into a bad situation. And then the bell rang.

“Mr Hotchner, focus please.” You looked up, feeling yourself blush as the class turned their attention to you. You mumble an apology as you start to note down the points written on the board.

“That doesn’t exactly look like the work I set you, Mr Hotchner.” You bit your tongue, mumbling an apology. You weren’t going to snap back. No matter how anxious (and now annoyed) you were. You just turn back to your work, flipping back a page to your work.

Within ten minutes, he was back, peering over your shoulder. “You haven’t made it very far, have you, Mr Hotchner?”

“Will you just fuck off?!” You knew it was a mistake the minute it came out, his eyes darkening as he took a step forward, now in front of you.

“What did you just say to me?” His voice is low and you feel yourself gulp involuntarily.

“I just- I’m sorry, but I need a minute,” Your voice is shaking and you do your best to push your worries aside, to control the tremors in your voice as you stood up.

“You’re not in charge here. You’re the student. I’m the teacher. Sit your ass down,” You glare at him before squaring your shoulders.

“I would like a minute to calm down before I sit down.”

“You don’t get a choice.” He responds, you can feel his voice vibrating through your chest as he booms. “Either you sit down or you’re dismissed and are to go straight to the principal's office, so, what’s it going to be?”

You grip your backpack strap tightly in your hand, “See you next lesson then, Sir.”

And then you leave. You would deal with the repercussions of your actions later. Right now, all you know is that you needed to see your dad. You were worried out of your mind, nausea, the lot. But you were going to the principal’s which meant they’d call your dad, maybe for him to come pick you up.

If he can.

You do your best to push down the worries and the thoughts. They wouldn’t do anything to help right now. You knew that, but they seemed to have a mind of their own and didn’t seem to be budging. The nausea was back, this time making its way up to your throat. You swallowed taking some deep breaths. Everything was fine. If something was okay, you would have been told by now. Surely you would have been told by now. Soon enough, your leg’s shaking and your anxiously picking at your nails as you look around the hall.

You turn your head to the right again, hoping that you’ll see your dad walking down the hall, face stern and ask what happened. And he is there, he’s okay. Relief spreads through your chest in an instant and your shoulders drop the tension they were holding immediately. He was okay.

“What happened?” Aaron makes sure to keep his voice level but you can’t help but think that he’s pissed. He couldn’t help thinking that perhaps you were going through a rebel phase, it was common at sixteen to start rebelling.

You shrug for a moment, eyes flicking to Hotch for a moment before you look back at your hands. Aaron raises an eyebrow and you cave, “You hung up and I couldn’t get a hold of anyone. I asked to wait outside for a moment to calm down and he wouldn’t let me, I asked again and I snapped. I tried to cool it down after that but it didn’t exactly work. He said either sit down or go to the principal's office,”

Aaron sighs for a moment, “I’m sorry you couldn’t contact anyone, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“The last time it happened you were really hurt,”

“I know,” Aaron says softly before he places a hand on his shoulder, “But no more snapping at teachers, okay? I know you were worried and you thought something had happened, but you’re responsible for your actions, no matter the circumstances, okay?”

“I know,” You reply, Aaron brings you into a tight embrace and you draw in a deep, calming breath. He was okay, everyone was okay. “I’m glad you’re okay, dad.”

“I will always fight to be okay, you hear me?”

“I know.”

“Let’s go sort this out,” He said, leading you towards the Principal.

#criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds #aaron hotchner #male reader #aaron hotchner x male reader #platonic #familial #adpoted reader #hotchner reader #hotch x son reader #aaron hotchner x son reader #asks #anxiety

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vampsickle · 1 year

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quitting. ☆ ( dmc4 ) dante

☆ tags - fem!reader, rough as hell dante’s kind of a bastard but nothing too crazy i think, facefucking, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, mentions of breeding, petnames, unprotected sex, spanking.. i think that’s it

☆ wc - 2.4k

☆ a/n - i like dmc4 dante he’s such a sexy loser.. entering his old man era! he’s ur boss too<3 i kind of went crazy writing this so i’m sorry if it’s not to ur expectations lol.

☆ synopsis - after working for devil may cry for a year or two now, you cannot stand your boss, dante. when you go over to tell him right to his face that you quit, he finds a way to keep you from leaving.

You’ve worked at Devil May Cry for a few months now, being the youngest ‘employee’ there, well, now 2nd youngest since Nero arrived. But you didn’t mind Nero. In fact, you liked Nero, Lady, Trish, and Kyrie. They were all kind to you and you’d always return their kindness. You got along best with Lady as the both of you shared similar experiences and interests. But the one you couldn’t stand.. Was the owner himself, Dante. You’d go so far as to call him a brat. He’s facetious, smug, but — charming as well. Only when he wanted something from you.

What annoyed you most was the inappropriate ‘glances’. He’d look down your shirt with no remorse and sometimes his hand would rest too low on your back, so close to your ass. You don’t doubt that he would try and get a peek up your skirt. Despite all that— He treated you so cruelly. He’d never take you seriously, leave you out of important discussions, and sometimes he’d flat out ignore you.

Everyone’s used to your squabbles— simply tuning it out. Sometimes you’d ask if you could go with Dante, but he’d deny you every time, and brush you off, again. He drove you insane. So you’d quit. You would tell him that you’re done, sick of his antics, and his flat out bratty attitude.

It’s cold out, snow is starting to fall, a sure sign of winter. Dante doesn’t even look up when you walk in, staring at his porn magazine, probably not even reading it. A sigh falls from your mouth and you approach his desk.

“Dante.”

“Hm?”

“I’m quitting.”

“What?”

It almost sounds like he doesn’t believe you. His gaze is sharp, pale blue eyes staring up at you, his attention is now on you. But before you can get another word out, Dante chuckles quietly, shaking his head.

“Alright, alright.. I get it now. You just wanted my attention! You could’ve just said so, babe.”

He sounds so casual, like nothing’s wrong. Yet his eyebrow cocks upward— confused over your annoyed expression. Your face flushes with anger and you huff.

“That’s exactly it! You never take me seriously, you asshole. I’m done, besides, you never let me help out. So if you just want to have fun with your group, just count me out, and you won’t hear from me again. I thought you’d like a reason— But you probably don’t care about that either.”

Your voice is laced with venom and you refuse to look at Dante again. But a part of you feels prideful when he doesn’t respond. Then it feels uncomfortably silent. He’s still staring at you, eyes tinged with annoyance, like he’s offended at the fact that you said that to him. Dante takes ahold of your wrist, his grip rather tight, and you try to pull away.

“What the hell— Don’t tell me you’d miss me, Dante,” despite his bruising grip, you chuckle sarcastically, using your other hand to dig your nails into his arms.

But Dante has none of your attitude, letting you go for only a second, just to throw you over his shoulder.

“Hey! Wha—“ you’re cut off by a sharp smack to your ass and it burns. You squeal and Dante smirks at the noise you’ve made. Yet you still squirm in his tight grip, pushing against in his back in an attempt to wiggle your way out. Halfway up the stairs you realize he’s taking you to his bedroom and suddenly you’re blushing, slowly stopping your futile movements.

“Atta girl. Just need me to knock some sense into you, yeah?” His voice lowers and Dante licks his teeth.

“What— Are you gonna kill me or something?” you joke, but even then there’s a hint of truth in your statement, squeaking softly when Dante tosses you onto his bed.

“Nope. I’m gonna show you what you’ll miss if you left me.”

Your face flushes. ‘Me’? Not ‘Devil May Cry’?

Dante notices that you’re thinking too much about his choice of wording so he’s on top of you now, kissing you so hard that it hurts, and deep down, you love it. You wanted this.

He pulls away from you, quickly flipping you over so now you’re on your stomach, and he doesn’t hesitate to rip your jeans off. Ruins them. Your brand new jeans.

“Idiot! Wait—!” but he won’t let you talk, instead smacking your ass, and you cry out. Dante’s fondling your asscheeks and you blush, making an attempt to crawl away. But you want him to pull you back. To put you in your place. He knows that. Maybe he needed this just as bad.

“How badly did you need this, baby? Always wearing those little skirts, shirts so low your tits could pop out. Damn— I tried to control myself, I really did, but now-“

He ends his sentence with another hard slap to your ass and you sob, jerking away from him, but he holds you in place.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t that right, baby? You wanted to dance with a devil?” all you can do is moan in response, tears forming in your eyes, spilling down your cheeks.

Dante smacks your ass several more times, until it burns, and it hurts to move too much. His hands are so rough, calloused from years of fighting, but he squeezes and rubs your asscheeks after his relentless assault on them.

“I annoy you, huh? Look how wet you are for me, though.. You seriously can’t hide how bad you want me.”

You don’t respond, instead whimpering so softly, like an injured dog. But that gets him even harder, his cock straining against his tight pants, begging to be released. Honestly you had no idea things would turn out this way. Once again your thoughts are interrupted when Dante rubs his clothed erection all over you and you whine at how tender your ass feels.

His strong hand wraps around your bicep, pulling you up, and tugging you to him. You land right in front of his crotch, cheeks flushed, and he palms himself through his pants. Then you look up at him, barely seeing his eyes through his white bangs, but now he’s expecting something from you.

So you tentatively unbuckle his belt, hands trembling, and then unzip his pants, releasing his cock from the confines of his boxers. Dante sighs, pumping himself a few times, and watching you so carefully. How you stare at his hand, his cock and it’s incredible size, how thick he is. A cruel idea pops into his head, so he grabs a fistful of your hair and holds your head in place, slapping your cheek with his cock.

All you can do is gasp and cry softly, eyebrows furrowing, but Dante has better plans for your mouth.

“Shh, baby. C’mon, let’s put that mouth to good use.”

Instead of arguing or even attempting to quip back in response, you open your mouth, tongue lolling out. Dante groans quietly, slowly sliding himself into your mouth, chuckling softly when you gag and sputter.

“Good girl. Taking my cock so well,” he rocks his hips back and forth, hitting the back of your throat and you choke on him, but you try and lick the underside of his shaft. God, his noises are making you so wet.

“That’s it.. Just take it, baby…” Dante groans, head rolling to the side, just watching as you take it all in. He’s impressed. You moan so softly and the vibrations against his cock makes him shiver.

But he won’t be gentle forever, picking up his pace, drool running down your chin, more tears welling up in your eyes. Now you focus on breathing through your nose, gripping his thick thighs, closing your eyes as tears fall through your lashes. Dante groans, biting on his lip, looking down at you through half lidded eyes. You’re so messy. It turns him on so bad, gets him even closer, and you’re aware that he’s going to cum soon as his dick twitches in your mouth.

For a moment his hand loosens on your hair, just chasing his own high, eyes squeezing shut.

“Yeah— Shit, ‘m gonna cum, are you gonna swallow it for me, baby?” you can’t respond which is exactly why he asks. You are going to swallow it. And when he cums, he cums a Lot. Dante throws his head back, pulling you in until your nose brushes against his scratchy white hairs, eyes rolling.

It’s so much. You’re overwhelmed and Dante waits until he can hear you swallow it all. Then he pulls out of your mouth and you gasp, coughing and sputtering, rubbing your neck, attempting to massage your throat.

“Fucking hell, you asshole,” you pant, gasping softly when you notice how Dante’s already hard again, lazily stroking himself.

“Aww, but I thought you wanted this, baby. Get on all fours for me, ass up.”

It takes you a moment but you slowly turn around, getting on all fours, sticking your ass up for him. He whistles at the sight, rubbing you through your panties, feeling how soaked you’ve become.

“Let me pull them off you, baby.” he says in a husky voice, smiling to himself when you attempt to push yourself closer to him so he can finally get them off you. Carefully he pulls them off you, throwing them into his closet, making a mental note of that. Two fingers rub against your slit, then he swipes his finger over your clit, and you moan.

“Where’d that attitude of yours go, huh? Guess you just needed this to shut you up.”

“Shut— Shut up, you pervert,”

Dante tsk’s at you, slapping your ass, and you cry out. Your eyes widen at the feeling of his cock rubbing against your pussy, the tip being sucked in by your welcoming heat, and he chuckles.

“Yeah? Look how bad you want me.”

Before you have a moment to even think of a response he shoves himself inside you, to the brim, and you almost scream. He’s so big. Feels even bigger inside of your pussy. It stretches you out and, god, does it burn.

“Fuck-! Dante, it’s too big,” you’re sobbing, trying to look back at him, but he just smiles, gently rubbing your ass in response.

“You can take it.”

That’s all he says as he begins to set a brutal pace, hips slapping against your ass, his cock reaching so deeply inside you each time he thrusts back in. It feels so good and so dirty. He makes you feel filthy. A gloved hand squeezes your ass and he grabs your hips, pulling you back onto him. You gasp, crying out, feeling close already.

“Yeah, god, knew you’d feel good,” Dante groans, reaching under you to rub your clit, bringing you closer to your release. Teeth sink into the pillow, muffling your moans, but he doesn’t have any of it, and grabs your hair to pull you up.

“You gonna cum, baby? All over my cock?”

All you can do is nod frantically in response, moaning like a pornstar, your walls contracting around him. Dante moans, holding you so tight that you’re sure bruises will show up tomorrow. His thrusts are messy now, his breathing becoming heavier, and that coil in your stomach finally snaps.

You cum hard, nearly screaming, and Dante follows suit, shooting his load inside you. Maybe he should’ve asked if you were on the pill beforehand. But, fuck, seeing his cum leaking out of your pussy makes him just want to breed you.

So, he decides: He isn’t done with you yet. Yet you’re still catching your breath, wiping your tears against his soft pillow, and he slowly pulls out of you.

“Don’t fall asleep on me yet, baby.”

Dante flips you over, spreading your legs, and pushing them up towards your chest.

“Wait—! I’m still-“ but your pleading falls on deaf ears as Dante easily slips back inside of you. Your pussy spasms around him and you choke on your moan.

“God, I’m gonna breed this pretty pussy.” it’s not a question, it’s a statement. You blush, gasping at how this new position has him even deeper inside you than before, hitting your cervix.

What have you gotten yourself into? There’s no time to regret anything now as Dante starts up with that same brutal pace is before, like he’s desperate, desperate to keep you close.

“Need you to stay, baby. Cuz’ you’re mine now,” he growls out the last part of his sentence, and when you catch his eyes, they’re hazy with lust, but also determined.

Suddenly he’s hitting that special spot inside of you, the one that you can’t even reach on your own, and he knows this with the way you cry out for him.

“Tell me that you’ll stay. Tell me— damn,” Dante groans and you feel as though the wind has been knocked from your lungs. But you make an effort to respond, giving him a breathless ‘i’ll stay’, as well as his name spilling from your lips repeatedly. He likes that. Likes the way his name comes out of you so easily, no, he loves it.

You both cum together and, god, his cum is so, so deep inside you. You’re both panting, maybe more you than him, but regardless you’re spent.

Dante’s hips slowly move again and you cry out softly at the feeling, you’re too full, it’s too much. You push against his chest but he kisses your temple in response.

“Can you give me one more, babe?”

You can’t refuse him.

But one more turns into another, and another, and another. Until you’re shaking and sobbing into his pillow, his cum that leaked out of your pussy pooling under you. No normal person can cum this much, you think, but— Dante’s not a normal person, is he?

How many times did he make you cum? And how many times did he cum inside you? Probably about 6 times. You’re exhausted and your pussy is throbbing, but you can relax now. Dante coaxed you into drinking some water even though you were basically half asleep.

You came here to quit, to leave and not look back, maybe find a job at a local grocery store. But Dante clearly had other plans for you. His strong arms wrap around you, pulling you right into his chest, still somewhat damp with sweat. Usually you’d be a little grossed out but right now you craved this warmth.

Maybe you’d have him carry you around tomorrow as payment for literally fucking the daylights out of you. But you’ll talk to him when that time comes.. And when you can actually talk. Anyways, you can hear him softly snoring besides you now, and you giggle quietly. You should sleep too.

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skz317cb97 · 2 years

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Heyyy

Love your writing, can i request a imagine where Chan thinks y/n is going to break up with him cause she has been distant but in reality she is preparing everything to propose to him?

Love you

The Break Up

Bang Chan x Female reader

Word Count: 2K

A/N: Here you go my love! It's one of my shorter fics but I hope you like it and it meets your expectations! 🖤 Thank you for enjoying my stories and for sending in a request! Warnings below the cut.

Warnings: Strong language/cursing, I think that is all. If you happen to spot something that should be a warning, please let me know and I'll add it immediately!

Work was Chan’s life. Work and you. You had known Chan’s career was his dream and his whole life when you both decided to take your casual dating to the next level. You both made it work with compromise, communication, and understanding and you had been together for four wonderful years because of that, the last two of which you had been living together, at least whenever Chan didn’t have to stay in the dorm with the guys.

The last couple weeks Chan had noticed something had seemed a bit off with you though. He seemed to see you even less than normal and when he did see you, you seemed distant with him, quiet. Chan wouldn’t have worried typically. You had a great relationship but everyone has their ups and downs.

None of yours had been especially bad, some bickering here and there, usually about his lack of resting, eating or forgetting important events when he got sucked into his work, every now and then maybe a difference of opinion that needed a little more talking out than usual. You weren’t the type to yell at each other or give the silent treatment but to Chan it seemed like you were giving him the cold shoulder. He wondered if it had anything to do with the incident that happened a few weeks before at a showcase performance him and the boys had attended.

After they had finished their performance one of the female hosts of the show they were on, Leah, ran out on the stage, wrapped her arms around Chan’s neck and planted a kiss right on his lips. Chan was upset but tried to contain his reaction since they were on camera and in front of thousands of people watching. He gently pushed her away with his brow furrowed, shaking his head.

“What the fuck are you doing? This is live! I have a girlfriend!” He covered his mic and whispered harshly at her. The smirk on her face disappeared instantly.

“I... Ryun... the producer he said to... I’m so sorry Chan.” Tears started to well up in Leah’s eyes and Chan felt bad for snapping at her. He led her off stage trying to calm her, assuring her he knew it wasn’t her idea. Evidently one of the producers had put her up to it for ‘good television’. Chan made sure to give him a piece of his mind once they were all off stage.

That had happened weeks ago. You’d never mentioned it so Chan never brought it up either. Then you started to get distant. Fuck he’d thought, he should have said something about it right after it happened, even if you hadn’t seen. If you found out later it looked bad on him, like he was trying to hide something. Yea he had pushed Leah away and looked upset in front of the camera but he also walked her off the stage right after when she had started to cry. Then he didn’t mention it at all. So, if you knew, it didn’t look good, he knew that.

Chan decided to try and get you to join him for lunch. It wasn’t often that he stopped working long enough to have lunch so he was hopeful that you’d say yes because of that. He opened his phone and shot you a text.

You didn’t reply. Chan had hoped inviting you for lunch would ease the tightness in his chest but it had only made it worse. You were still giving short answers and wouldn't tell him what you were doing. The needing to have a talk line was the nail in his coffin. You had seen the showcase he was certain of it. You had seen Leah kiss him, you had to have. Why else would you be acting like this? Why else would you two need to sit down and talk? You had seen her kiss him and he didn’t say a thing and now you were going to break up with him.

The rest of the work day Chan stressed about you and your relationship. He’d forgotten all about lunch, he had tried to at least finish what was on his check list for the songs he was working on in the studio that day but he just ended up staring at a wall or a spot on the floor, getting lost in his thoughts about you, about the talk you wanted to have.

When Chan looked at the clock on the wall behind him, he realized it was 12:30 at night. How!? He was kicking himself. He was supposed to have been home hours ago. He got out his phone and saw a bunch of missed calls and texts from you. When did he even get those? How out of it was he about all this?

FUCK! He cursed at himself. How could he lose track of time like that? He quickly grabbed his hoodie and pulled his beanie on his head. He grabbed the handle of the studio door pulling it open, getting ready to run out and text you while he hailed the first cab he saw. He was in such a hurry he didn’t realize you had just been about to walk in and he ran straight into you. His hands grabbed your arms steadying you so you didn’t fall over.

“Shit! Baby girl! I’m sorry!” You fixed your clothes and looked up at Chan irritated.

“For what exactly? Almost accidently knocking me over? Or for not coming home? Or for ignoring all my calls and texts when I told you we needed to talk?” Chan pulled his beanie off and ran his fingers through his curls.

“All of it. Come on in. Let's just get this over with.” He sounded exhausted, defeated. You furrowed your brows at him as you walked past him and into the studio. He shut the door behind you and sat back down in his office chair while you sat on the couch across from him.

“What do you mean get this over with?” Chan picked at his cuticles unable to lift his head to look at you.

“You’ve been distant y/n. That kiss on the showcase happened, then you started pulling away from me, and now you want to talk or in other words, break up with me.” Tears were welling in Chan’s eyes already.

“WHAT?!” You were shocked.

“You want to break up with me, it’s pretty obvious.” Your face contorted at his words.

“Is it?” You were confused by how he’d come to this conclusion and that was why you’d asked that. To Chan though it sounded like confirmation that his gut feeling had been right. You did want to leave him. He broke down on the spot.

“I’m so sorry! She just ran up and kissed me! I swear I didn’t kiss her back! I swear! I should have told you; I love you please don’t... I... I...” Chan was starting to hyperventilate. You kneeled in front of him in his chair and wrapped your arms around his midsection pressing your face into him as you started crying too.

“Oh my god Christopher no! I’m sorry baby I’m so sorry! I would never... I’m... I’m not breaking up with you Chris! Leah called me after the showcase and apologized for kissing you so I just never mentioned it, I knew it wasn’t your fault baby. I’m so sorry!” Chan wrapped his arms around you, burying his face in your lavender scented hair, sobbing.

“Please honey please calm down.” You squeezed him tighter and nuzzled your face into his body more trying to make him feel every ounce of love you had for him. You sat there holding each other like that until you both stopped crying and silence filled the room. Chan pulled away first wiping his tears off his face, his eyes and face red. You felt horrible. You supposed that you had been a bit distant lately but it was for good reason. You never meant for Chan to think you were upset about Leah and the kiss let alone leaving him over it. Finally, he asked the questions that had been plaguing his mind all day.

“If you aren’t breaking up with me then why have you been so distant? Why couldn’t you come to lunch? What do you want to talk about? It sounded like it was serious. I was so worried all day...” Chan’s questions came one after another and he started to get a little upset again but you rubbed your hands up and down his thighs soothing him before you slunk back on your heels pouting.

“Ugh I’ve ruined everything. Chris I am so sorry. I never meant to hurt you or make you worry. I’ve been so busy trying to put together a surprise for you that I didn’t realize I was being distant. I couldn’t come to lunch today because I was setting up the apartment for a romantic dinner for us and then I had to go to the airport to pick someone up.” Chan looked confused.

“Who did you have to get?” You smiled as you stood up, holding up a finger.

“Just one second.” You ran out of the studio leaving Chan completely perplexed as to who you could have brought with you. When the studio door cracked open Chan was expecting to see you coming back through. Instead, his eyes were drawn down to the fluffy white and brown dog proudly marching her way in with a black bow tied around her neck. Chan’s eyes went wide and filled with tears again.

“Berrie!!!” He ran over to the pup and picked her up nuzzling his face against hers as she licked him all over. You walked in just as he noticed the small black velveteen box attached to her bow. Chan looked at you and then back at the box before he opened it revealing a simple, black, man’s wedding band with a thin ring of black crystals encircling the entire band. The tag that was also attached to the bow had black calligraphy letters that spelled out the words ‘Will you Berrie me?’ Chan looked at you with his eyes and mouth wide open.

“WHa- ho- whe- I... I..” Chan seemed to be glitching so you just explained.

“I called your mom and dad a couple months back and asked if they would give their blessing for me to ask you to marry me. When they did, I started planning immediately. I wanted it to be so special Chris. Your ring is made of tungsten and the stones are actually pieces of a meteorite. I picked it because you love space so much. I got your parents to agree to bring Berrie to Korea so that she could help me ask you. When you didn’t show up tonight and weren’t answering you phone or texts I was a little upset but I decided if the mountain won’t come to Mohammad well, then I must bring Mohammad to the mountain. So, I packed up Berrie in the car and we came here instead.” Tears were rimming Chan’s eyes again, this time tears of joy. He pulled you in and hugged you so tight.

“Baby girl, I’m sorry I ruined the surprise at home but this is so perfect. Truly, I couldn’t ask for a better partner in life than you.” Chan pushed your hair away from your face and tenderly kissed you.

“So is that a yes?” You whispered against Chan’s lips and he laughed.

“Yes baby girl, that is a yes.”

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freshlyrage · 11 months

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Running Like Water

Chapter 8 Javi's Chapter

whats playing: Self Control by Frank Ocean

pairing: Javier Peña x OFC (written as xReader)

fic warnings: Explicit Smut (18+ MDNI) language, strained family relationships, mentions of drug abuse, discussions of insecurities and body image issues, daddy and mommy issues

fic tags: Best friends younger sister, Life-long crush, Friends to lovers, Unrequited love, slow burn, Push and Pull, Small Town Dynamics, Secret Relationships, latina MC, Fluff and Angst, OFC!Jessica Alba face claim, sorry Lorraine I'm bringing you into this, Time jumps, 2 year age gap, pre-canon

word count: 9.2k

Javier had picked up on a few habits. Nail biting came first when he loaded into his truck when he left in 1980. He tried to keep from looking at you after you stained his shirt a deeper shade of blue with your tears. Biting his nails for the first time, right hand, his left hand was patting down the mark on his shirt. Lorraine in the back talking off his head as Don Chucho drove. Chucho always knew, he knew, so he rested his right hand on Javi’s shoulder as he drove into and out of town. Javier's hands flex as he imagines your back under his palm.

And the apartment in Houston never felt like home. Not for a second. Immediately he felt like a lost little kid. He gave himself time to inch back tears alone in the bathroom as his estranged girlfriend frolicked around the home. Lorraine was thrilled, she had genuinely thought that her cheating was behind them. Javier never got over that, never got over his time being wasted and in turn allowing her to waste more of it.

He spent June and July finishing his GED, living off the temporary money his dad had given them. Lorraine was the same, living off her savings and money from her mom until she started school in August, and until he was of age to work at the precinct.

One week in, Javier found a new habit with tobacco wrapped in white. Heading to cop bars with his older colleagues who would sneak the eighteen year old in. Lorraine was stressed with school by week one and Javi took her study time to ring your house yet you were never the person to pick up. “Oh, no she's out right now.” Javier’s brow would crease, wanting to ask, with who? Where at? He would still tell Frankie to relay messages of hope everything is good although he had other words he wanted to say but that was for your ears only.

Climbing out the hole that is their room, Lorraine, “How is everyone?” Her eyes tired from stress. By mid september Javier had started to sleep in the bed with Lorraine. They had shown good face for their friends before they moved but the second they were confined to this space, all of their grievances were revealed. Just in the first week, you are a lousy boyfriend, you never tell me how you really feel, Javier would dig back but his weren't low, he would just repeat over and over that she should have some sort of decency to break up with him before she jumped onto someone else. Even in september he was angry but an argument ended in them fucking so thats when sleeping in the same bed made its debut. Very healthy.

“I only spoke to Frankie, he’s working. So is Genie, still cleaning up that office space.” He left you out because your name was brought up in those arguments with accusations of leading the poor girl on, Lorraine's words.

Lorraine liked you, a lot, but she was very weary of you. Maybe she didn't have the right since she had cheated on Javier, and truthfully you hadn't crossed any lines when they were together. You had just suffered in silence, if anyone was crossing lines it was Javi but even that�� you wouldn't call crossing. The lines were blurring and he nearly tripped over. The line disappeared when she cheated and Javi moaned into your soft mouth.

Lorraine walks behind Javier as he smokes out the window, her hand skating his shoulder in a hold he didn't want. Not when he lit his cigarette to ease his worries of you.

Her cheek resting on your shoulder, “And Andrea?”

Stay cool, any incorrect phrasing and Javier was done for, back on the couch.

He flares his nostrils out of sight of his blonde girl, “Nothing new, just started school. She wasn't home.”

“And you asked for her?” Her voice was slightly unsettled and threatening. Javi sighs knowing where this was going, flicking his cigarette. Lorraine hated the habit, being in school for health care and all, also hated kissing him with the taste. As much as he wanted to be angry with how Lorraine had become with you after they had gone away he sort of understood her. Although he had the looming knowledge of Lorraine kissing someone else while they were deep in- he still had a grasp on what you must come across as. Less of how you came across, more-so how he responded to the call of your name.

Javier shakes his head before looking down out the window making sure the coast was clear before dropping the stick off the ledge. “No, Frankie just told me”. The conversation ended there and Javier served her dinner.

He would call once a week to your house and still you just never seemed to be home. He would get small snippets into your life that fall. He heard you cut your beautiful long hair off. Javier’s eyes wide at the thought of how the short hair would look on you, he knew you could pull any look off. He felt it might've been weird to ask for a picture from your brother but Javier got lucky when he received your school picture in the mail from his dad.

You are missed at home. Here is Andrea’s school picture her mom gave me, and a picture of me and Frankie at Genie’s salon

See you at thanksgiving.

Love,

Your dad

Javier traced a hand over the image of his father and best friend in front of the pink lit sign. His slow breathing at the sight of you for the first time in forever. Biting the inside of his lip when he sees your bright eyed smile and short hair. Fuck, he wishes he was home with you, with his dad and with everyone.

Javi tucked the image in his wallet and headed to work. He thought about you that whole day.

After two weeks of internal struggle and eye contact avoidance with his girlfriend Javier came to a silent conclusion. He was a selfish person, it wasn’t a trait from his father, probably from his mom who selfishly abandoned him at too ripe of an age. An age he denies he remembers but he knows it all.

He knew kissing you, taking you to his home, asking to make him stay, he knew all of it was selfish. His self control just wasn't there. Not when you trusted and adored him so much. He flicks his cigarette outside the precinct next to his favorite co worker, Thomas. Javier decided to call less and although it wasn't you on the end of the line he knew him reaching out so often would just continue to hurt you for his own selfish gain.

You deserved to have a normal high school life, boyfriends and friends, not tied to the phone calls and subliminal flirts hoping you know he still feels deeply for you. He was envious of your ability to be so absent. You must have been finally getting a taste of the simplicity of a life without him. The time just isn't right for the two of you.

Javier makes his last call in December.

That day in December Javier had been drinking, alone as Lorraine stayed out with her classmates. His beer on his right and ashtray on his left. He almost chuckles at how mortified you would be at this image. He looked at himself a few times in the mirror and could see that boyish look leaving him more and more everyday, and it wasn't just his new killer mustache and stress lines growing. It was the way he was carrying himself, eighteen and assumed to be pushing thirty. Just great. A grown little man.

Donny Hathaway playing through his record player, he just keeps aging himself.

He rings the house, sort of figuring it’ll be Melissa or Frankie telling him he just missed you. But it's your squeak that he hears for the first time in seven months, his blood running cold and his hand hurrying to put out his cigarette like you were really there to scold him for it. He decides against it, keeping it burning between his fingers.

“Andrea, haven't heard your voice in awhile.” He breathes out in a pathetic hurried way. His own cheeks burning in embarrassment. You hum over the phone at his words and Javi looks to his lap hiding a smile from no one but himself.

“I’ve been busy, keep missing your call. I don’t want to bother ringing your house either.” Javier laughs at the irony, just last year you had been passing his house to see if he was there and now it was him trying to get a glimpse of your life from miles away. He thinks of how nervous you used to be when he smiled, how you would run a hand through your hair, your hair.

“Busy doing what? I saw the picture your mom sent by the way-Hair looks nice, looks pretty on you” He closes his eyes and breathes through his nose, feeling like anything he says to you crosses a line he doesn't want to cross anymore. It will never be fair for you. Selfish .

There's a small silence before your angelic voice quips again, “Thanks Javier Peña. And busy with school-and you? How's everything?” His name, so smooth from your lips. How did he get this bad for you, how did this happen. Javier feels sick for a second, say it again. He thinks but logic precedes him, be normal. He draws his cigarette again, fearing you’d yell at him over the phone (although he would kind of like that) for picking up on such a habit. He hums remembering the times you would put him in his place, “Hmm.”

“Started officially working, all the other cops speak spanish which is nice. There’s a cop bar just a few blocks from my house, we hang there.”

“and your girl?”

Selfish, nosy, like him. If you were in his shoes, he’d ask the same question. Javier would want to know every detail of your relationship just so he could find something to be upset about.

Javier scans the room devoid of Lorraine, they weren't good. How could they be?

“Hm. We’re good, she’s staying with a friend tonight at her dorm. Just in very different places right now-she’s in that college mood and i’m just work and sleep. She gets real mad at me-“ Javi stops himself then sighs, a shaking breath escaping as he realizes he's crossing another line. “M’sorry, not supposed to talk to you about these things.”

You sigh and he can imagine the crease of concern between your brows, he’d pass a thumb over it and smooth it over if he could. Another thought that shocks him.

“It’s okay, you planning on coming home anytime soon?”

“Uh-not sure. Would love to come down for your birthday but this law and order shit is real rigorous, thinking i’ll just send you some birthday money over there”

A classic bratty scoff sears through the static, “Don’t do that.”

Javi rolls his eyes, missing you so bad. “Told you to take care of yourself before I left-are you, querid-” Javier fills himself up with unnecessary panic as he nearly calls you the name he reserved just for you, the name he called you before- “Um-aren’t you… taking care of yourself? Avoiding Daniel and whatnot.”

“I am. Funny how you left and suddenly I have no more boy troubles.”

Javier is breathless and reminded of your face. Not the smiling one he saw almost every day but the one blotchy with red marks of tears when he so selfishly asked you that question, how your chin quivered at him. The cigarette dying in his hand, vinyl record needing to be turned, “I’m sorry, i’ll keep apologizing-”

“Javier-”

“No, I'll keep apologizing until you believe it, I'm sorry for putting you in that position. It was unfair." Javier's eyes fall to his lap, feeling like it was you sitting across from him with that red and whining face he left you with.

But the door opens and reality sets, and he says his goodbyes to you abruptly.

Cutting off your small bye and he decides it isn't fair. He was done being selfish.

Train. It doesn't matter of his body fucking hurts, train he let everyone go for this, he pushes himself.

He sleeps four hours a night and works the rest of the day, meals meticulously planned to keep him in check. Turns down a beer, only one habit at a time, he’ll smoke in the bar instead.

He calls, only his father, twice a week. He stops asking for you-not because he means to but because worrying about you would kill the routine-it would kill the numbing cycle. He keeps a space in bed for Lorraine and maybe they would fuck if he found the energy. When she wakes for class he’s already gone, at his desk, wondering if this whole DEA shit is worth it-if it’s promised.

If Javier finds time, if his estranged partner finds the will, they will talk about breaking up. Both thinking its the best but Javier’s concern for her well-being-considering that he provides for her-ends up overruling. You're right, but once I get my residency then… well then we can figure it out.

Javier wonders when will they assign him, fuck he had turned 21 three years ago and from the research and tabling he’s done, they all knew that Escobar was reigning hell in Colombia. When Javier asks with a hand on his hip, his superior says they are still weighing the risks, “We send you out there and you get killed, fuck, 23 year old southern boy American boy killed by narcos, the optics of it all”

Javier bites back the urge to tell his gringo boss that the story would be flipped into a discussion of his citizenship before he hit American soil for burial. But he doesn't, he just nods and almost responds before the boss speaks again, “But, we are working on arrangements to send you out there… safely.”

Technically, Javier and Lorraine had been separated for 3 years by 1986. They lived together, and promised not to sleep with others since raw sex was all they enjoyed. Javier still provided, not because Lorraine couldn't but because at that point he was making too much money for his own good. He sent money back home monthly, fighting the urge to maybe send you something, that would be weird, he hadn't even heard your voice since you were sixteen.

Fuck, you were what? 21 turning 22?

Javier knew general things about your life the past few years. He knew your mom got engaged, Melissa head over heels for a white guy named James. Javier knew that Frankie and Genie were engaged as well, living on their own with two successful salons. He heard that you got a boyfriend, that was news for Javier. News from Lorraine this time, over take out on a rare night where Javier laughed in the presence of her. His chest caving in a jealous fit that he thought he had gotten rid of long ago, something in his chest chipping away. Right then he decided that he couldn't go back if it meant seeing you with someone else.

And imagine his surprise when Lorraine says the boy's name was Xavier. So he knew about you and Xavier. He also knew you attended UMiami, smart girl. Knew you were farther from him now, that comforted him a bit. Knowing that you did well for yourself, that you were experiencing something outside the torment that is being home.

He remembered you joking that your mother hadn't ever wanted a daughter, it stayed with Javi, every time he looked at you he thought of you feeling like you weren't a good enough daughter.

Javier knew that you probably hated him. You could ring her but she probably won't pick up. It was Genie who said that to Javi on Christmas over the phone. Javier had your new number the three years you attended school in Miami but was ultimately too distracted and scared to call you.

In January of 1986, a few days before your birthday, Lorraine was given a residency match at a children's hospital 30 minutes north of their apartment. I found an apartment, I was just wondering if you could be a reference.

And that's how they broke up. Not an arm flailing argument like they had twice a month, the relationship died with grace, Javier hadn't seen that coming. Javier told her he was proud and that he would always be around to help her. She was to move out by May.

In February Javier goes home.

Well, he drives home for a day, has dinner with his father and drives back in the morning without running into anyone from his past. Javier’s eyes burned for almost a second when his eyes fell on a picture of you in a cap and gown on the wall next to his own police academy picture from 1981. Your smile is bright like always, with a soft curve of your lips with your long hair tucked behind your ear.

Ears large, you hated your ears, Javier thought they were cute. Was that a nose ring? Melissa must have fainted at the sight. Javier packed and exited at 8 am to head back to Houston. Fuck all of that. The image burned in his head anyway and he shut his radio off when Juan Gabriel blared through the speakers. Fuck— that.

Javier returns home after his day trip to Lorraine half packing the heading out to her friends house. Javier returns to work, training, tiring, stretching, writing, printing and thanking god he doesn't go on patrol anymore. God he never felt like less of a hero when his first work assignment was watching his patrol partner asking homeless folk to move their tents. He thinks of that moment and thanks god he was working on detailing and research for the DEA instead.

In April Javier walks into his office with a loud yell and confetti in his face. He flinches then grins at all of his colleagues dressed in cowboy hats-mocking him as his nickname around the building was Vaquero , the big city Texans found Javier's tight pants and belt buckles amusing. Unsure of the occasion or if he was the right person for this party his deskmate Felipe shakes his shoulders, “You're going to Colombia.”

Javier scoffs in disbelief as he's surrounded by music and hugs and congratulations with a few “you’re making history fucker.” Youngest guy they're sending out to Medellín. Javier learns that day that it was his last week in Houston before he gets a six month break before he starts his first day the embassy in October.

Polaroid pictures and cheek kisses from the desk women who Javier had unintentionally flirted with throughout the years, Javier’s work finally paid off.

His boss, Townes, poured him a drink and handed him a pile of mail. Javier was bad at collecting from his mailbox. Townes laughs at Javier's shocked expression, it sure did pile on. The entire office was in fits of conversations and dances. Javier made note of how close his deskmate Felipe is to the front receptionist Gina. He fucking knew it, her face bright red when Felipe would walk in and place a light tap on her desk. Javier narrowed his eyes at him while he obviously bit back a smile when they walked to their own desks. Felipe had a hand flat on her back.

Townes cleared his throat. “Opened this thinking it was mine, you should really head to that man. Seems like you're missed in Laredo.” He grips Javier's leather shoulder. Javier frowns and stares at the ripped envelope before digging his own fingers to fish out the card. Javier’s eyes bounced between letters, as they circled in his head quickly and with panic. He felt his superior smile from behind him, probably proud with his mini retirement suggestion. Javi traced his finger at the bump out lettering.

You are invited to Genie and Frankie’s Wedding 6-20-1986

Javier gave a thinned lipped smile to his boss, it was time for Javier to come home, he knew it for a while, but he was sure of it now.

Javier dusted his desk off with a shaky finger, his father at the doorway watching his every move. Rubbing his fingers together and flicking the collection away. The slightest frown on his lips, regret piling in his throat. He hadn’t gone home in so long. He could feel his fathers eyes burn on him as he watched the room he grew up in turn into a place of visitation, vacation, no longer his home.

His bed made, the childlike posters staring back at him and the teddy bear Lorraine had given him on valentine's day during their first year. Javier walks over to pick it up and inspect the thing. Feeling it’s fluffiness being a bit matted with age. Javier then looks at the picture of him and Lorraine on his night stand. Seeing his old smile and lighter brown hair. What an idiot he had been to shave his mustache that was itching to come in back then.

He knew he had changed a lot. Taller, slimmer, more lines when he smiled, hair curling at his neck and a mustache that wasn’t needed to prove he was a man but a thick one nonetheless-made him look unrecognizable.

His bear still in hand he hears his dad step slightly closer, “She’ll come around papa.” Javier’s eyes drop at the sentiment. Javier hadn’t really specified why they broke up-Javier never really told Chucho anything about Lorraine unless it was positive. He didn’t want to complain about her, he promised himself he wouldn’t be that sort of boyfriend or ex. Chucho had only ever been with Javier's mother but he respected her enough to relay that piece of advice to never speak down on your partner, even if they were an ex. You dated them for a reason, those reasons don't disappear when you split .

He hums an agreement although he knew there was no coming around, they had been over since 1981.

The dust can be seen in the sunlight from his window. Circling and never falling. He had been home just for one day 4 months prior, and he hadn’t stepped into his room. He hadn’t even left his childhood home, he just stayed in the living room with his dad, silently watching tv as if this was normal, him being around, like that was normal. As if his dad didn’t have to face sending his only child away to a new dangerous career venture. Javier also knew you weren’t home then, not like he’d dare to stop and say hello after writing you off for so many years. His stomach flips at the thought of seeing you now.

The heavy hurt he just knew he instilled in you, would you slap him when you run into each other? No, not Andrea. You would never put your hands on him. Would you be so surprised to see him that you’d forget his absence? Would you smile out of instinct or frown in realization?

He hadn’t seen a picture of you since you were a senior in high school, it’s been three years since then. Did you have an apartment in Florida or do you still dorm-would you even have to stay all summer or could you just stop by your brothers wedding and settle back into your home so far away. You had mirrored him but decided to make it a competition. Your thousand miles and his three hundred.

Somehow he was able to tuck away the thought of you, for those first two years in Houston the thought of you not being okay consumed him. Lorraine had come home with takeout laughing about some chisme she heard from her friend in Laredo about you getting caught piss drunk on top of some guy in a bathroom. That led to an argument, Javier asking Lorraine to quit gossiping, which then developed into a screaming match about you and Javier’s obsession. Javier just asked her to table any conversation involving you, that he rather not know. So he pushed the thought of you and everything that came with the wallet image he tossed away with a heavy heart.

Pinching the bridge of his nose when he would receive unsolicited updates about your life from your brother or Chucho. This would be far easier if people didn't adore you the way they did.

He remembers when Chucho called him that July after helping you pack up your room. If he had stayed, god he couldn’t bear it be you leaving. That was the first time he was glad he had left first. “Javi.” Chuchos voice brought him back to earth, back to Laredo.

Eyebrows shooting up Javier turns to face his dad, “Yeah?”

A look of sympathy crosses over the wrinkles on his face, “Today is Tito’s 13th birthday.” His dad frowns, knowing what he was about to ask. Javier was stuck for a bit, confused at the sudden statement. Then more floored by his little cousin turning 13 when he was only 7 the last time he had been home. “Everyone is expecting you.”

Javier feels a bubble growing in his chest at the thought of curious eyes and awkward hugs. “Who is everyone?” A hand falls to his hip, he knows. Everyone is everyone, there’s no damn party in this town without at least a hundred people walking out drunk regardless of the age of the birthday boy.

Chucho chuckles and tips his hat at him before leaving Javier in his old room.

Despite Javier’s protests and complaints of being tired he’s dressed in a flannel and patting his pockets for his pack of cigarettes. Rehearsing in his head how to answer stupid and overbearing questions. Closing his eyes at the thought of getting a lot of Lorraine heavy questions. Thank god for the cigarettes in his pocket.

Javi was a passenger for the first time in a long time as his father drove them down to the venue and it’s like the second coming of Jesus when a 23 year old Javier walks through the doors.

Chatters in Spanish about how he’s grown, cheek pinches, kisses a bit too close to his mouth from girls from school that he doesn’t remember. Alejandra, according to her, Javier’s first girlfriend. “Tengo que decirle a la gente que mi primer novio fue un agente de la DEA.” She grins and kisses his cheek again, Javier’s nose scrunching.

After the small encounter Javier he sees the same little face on an elongated body. Little Tito, tall giving a sheepish teenage hug as another girl his age hangs behind him. Javier has a knowing smile remembering having a girl - friend at 13. “You’ve gotten so tall, who’s this?” Javier tuts his chin at the young girl whose face lights up in a blush, her eyes shifting everywhere but on Javier. Tito laughs in the only way a crushing pre-teen could.

A brace-face smile, “Oh, my friend Adriana.” The girl smiles at the introduction, hands behind her back shyly. Javier raises his brows at his little cousin, and gives an approving frown. Familiar name. A mirror of his own childhood with you. Javier leans down to whisper in the birthday boy's ear.

“Be nice to her, keep up the Peña reputation.” He advises, a firm squeeze on his bony shoulder before waving the two of them away to go back with the kids of their age. Standing straight Javier rubs his jaw and straightens up his going out top. Scanning the room for his dad who had parted the second he was swarmed. The same local mariachi band performing at the blue and red themed birthday party.

Instead his eyes fall on a woman with blonde hair tied in a neat bun, thick brown brows and an aging smile that shrinks at the sight of him. Mrs. Smithfield in all her southern-belle glory staring at Javier with conviction. Javier blinks a few times before attempting to wave before she turns her back to him and walking away. A nervous shaking breath is exhaled from Javier’s lips, he regrets coming home.

In the midst of Javier’s growing panic a slender hand grabs his shoulder and his knees weaken before he turns at the possibility of it being you. Instead, it’s your mother, your face on hers with more age and a stoic smile-you must’ve gotten your gleam from your father-he’d never know. Javier’s heart races at the sight, just your mom, after years. A few wrinkles included but still beautiful-still graceful and articulate. Hair moussed in curly scrunches, the smell filling the entire space, a long floral dress and a rosary flat against her chest. She grabs at Javier’s face and he looks away in embarrassment. “Javi! My goodness, didn’t know you could grow facial hair.” Her hand cupping his chin and manhandling his face like he was still fourteen. Her thumb brushing on the outer corners of his mustache. Javier chuckles and just allows her to examine him-“was so worried the academy would turn you useless and old, not even being a cop could break those Peña genes. Que chulo.” She jokes before slapping his shoulder, she loved thy neighbor, you know, unless they were cops. Javier nods a yeah, yeah.

His chest rising and falling as the possibility of you being here increases by a million. His eyes dart around the woman in front of him but fall back on Mrs.Diaz just as quick. “How's everything?”

“Oh please, Javier, how are you? The DEA? That I could at least respect you know, is the salary good-it better-sending you to a war zone, I pray for you papa.” She looks over his shoulder for a second, then tightens her grip on his bicep. “My god-Frankie is going to freak out when he realizes you're stronger than him, he’s here!” Javier lets out a chuckle fueled by nerves at the thought of seeing your brother. Your mom had a new glow, one quite foreign to Javier. He remembers Melissa as just a nice lady, nothing more, nothing this enthusiastic.

“Well, he’ll be even more angry when he sees that my mustache is better than his Ms. Diaz.” Javier jokes with a light squeeze to her arm. Her brows furrow and then settle in realization.

“Mrs.Warden now Peña” She corrects. Javier is struck with even more confusion, forgetting she was engaged. “I married Mr. Warden, you know the middle school teacher?” She gleams as Javier’s face spreads in a smile, ah, right, Ms. Diaz got laid. Javier hugs his best friend's mom while uttering congrats and prying information out of her to take some of the heat off of him. She quips, smiling with every detail before waving him off to the table where he spots a grown man who is apparently Frankie.

Frankie unknowingly dug into his food while Javier stalked the table to wrap his arm around his best friends neck. Frankies arms flail to grip Javier’s hold as Genie squeaks at the sight of Javi. “What the fuck-” Frankie groans through coughs as he slaps Javier’s hold. Javier loosens and kisses the cheek of Frankie who is still disoriented as his Fiancee giggles at his side. “Didn’t tell me your mom was taken, I was finally going to make my move.”

Frankies eyes finally widen and he turns to fully see Javier’s face before letting out a little girl shriek before wrapping his arms around him, a hold Javier didn't know he missed this much. “You sick fuck, what the fuck?” Frankie laughs, gripping the shoulders of Javi to examine all the changes that six years create before giving a disapproving frown. Javier’s eyes almost look shut as the wide grin on his face ceases to shrink, “Your mustache isn't as good as mine though.” He comments, Javier’s smile dropping jokingly before pulling him in again.

Genie sneaks in and Javier lifts her with his hold, kisses littering her cheek, he didn't expect himself to feel this affectionate but here he was. God, they were getting married. 8 years together, Javier wanted to ask how? How do you make that work, how did they do it so effortlessly. Maybe he should have asked for more advice, they had been doing something right, maybe Lorraine wouldn't be away although maybe the advice would lead him to stay with her.

By the grace of god, Genie and Frankie seemed to be too distracted by Javier’s new career venture to even utter her name. They knew, Javier also knew that they knew. He wouldn't come home for vacation without her you know unless… unless they were split up. Like always, Genie didn't hold back on the pig jokes. Discovering Frankie proposed on the beach when they went to Puerto Rico last May and how it's going to be a large backyard wedding-completely planned by Melissa and You. Javier couldn't help but let his brows shoot at the mention of your name, your name uttered out loud and not through static on a phone. Genie knowingly bites back a smile at his obvious attempt to micro manage his facial expressions as Frankie goes into detail about your skills in flower arrangements. How you cussed so loud when a rose thorn dug in your finger that your mama let the kitchen to hit you with a pillow as you dramatically cried at the cut, she just always been a crybaby, Frankie shook his head.

Javier wondered if your thumb felt better.

With Genie observing Javi she answers the question that has made its course around his head since they arrived, “Andrea is somewhere around her, surprised you didn't bump into her already. She’s hard to miss.” She chuckles before peering around the table to spot her. Javier holds himself together at the news. You were in this room, he knew he’d see you here so why was it that he feel the tension between his shoulder blades burn hot and glowy. Micro manage. Javier just nods. In his most lax way he asks what she meant by hard to miss.

Frankie chuckles loudly at the thought of you scurrying around the party. You really had developed that maternal look as you followed the small steps of the new walker, trying to figure out how a one year old could be so fast, your hands out as you chased the stinker. “She’s got the baby with her.”

And to hell with micro-managing because Javier gives himself the sickest case of whiplash at the statement.

No way. Dad would have told him. This is some sick prank.

Javier's eyes snap to the stroller next to the empty seat just left of Genie and Javier feels his entire soul sink. No. “What, what do you mean?” Javier leans into the table, already visibly stressed at the thought, his mounted arm moving to stroke the hair below his nose. Frankie and Genie both glanced at each other and then back at Javier before bursting in fits of laughter. Javier blinked quickly, his leather clad shoulders dropping with air filling his lungs. Those fuckers. Genie found it hilarious, her head falling back holding her stomach and heaving while Frankies laugh deepened at the sight of his fiancee in a fit of laughs. How cute was the sight, Javier was sick. Javier kept his unamused trained eye on the couple as heels approached the table.

“Marisol fell asleep, could you watch her?”

Your voice burns in Javier's brain and he lifts his bowed head up at your approaching body, and your eyes widen in sync with his. He stares up at you as you crowd the table in a white turtleneck and long skirt as a baby girl has her face smushed in silent snores against your chest, you hair brown but honeyed. The maternal sight makes Javier dizzy. His chest falls for a moment, and you don't smile at him, you're just as shocked. Frankie chuckles and removes the chubby baby from you. You looked like you but far more grown, filling out your shirt, your eyebrows thinner and your hair in that layered look you used to have to make you look older. A proper beautiful woman, Javier wants to jump to his feet and hug you like he did your brother but his mouth is dry as is yours. “Javier, Hi.” You whisper while making Javier's chest ache at your softness, your voice and the fact that you hadn't used his nickname. You sit, patting your black skirt down as you give confused looks to your brother and in law, why didn't you warn me face. Javier licks his lips and stupidly all he can think to do is hold out his hand for you to grab and shake.

Your lips quirk at the gesture and you touch him anyway, your hand dwarfed by his. Get it together Javier. “Hi Andrea, your brother was just trying to kill me, saying that baby was yours almost-”

“She is mine.” You stare at him blankly and Javier’s eyes grow in size, and his cheeks heating before a real smile grazes your face. Javier feels privileged to see you smile again, smile at him, to see how despite having a wide smile, your lips never fade when you gleam. A nose stud. “Mi hermanita.” You confirm, trying to keep your own cool. You could feel Javier's body heat, the smell of him, his knee so close to your own.

You wanted to push him, kiss him, hug him, cry and tell him how much you missed him or tell him what you’ve been through. But all you could do is offer him small talk while he stares at you with his puppy dog eyes wondering where’d all the time go?

You're given a minute to breathe as Frankie pulls Javier's stare away from you as he explains the timeline of your mother meeting James, getting eloped and having a baby. Javier is shaking his head in shock the entire time, you watch the back of his head. His hair long again, folding at the neck with sideburns chopped and perfect. And a mustache, you didn't expect that. You didn't expect… well… you were immediately smitten with what he had grown to look like. So manly and broad, and hairy and large. You almost forgot how deeply hurt you were by him. Not one call. Looking down at your white top as a small stain from the drool of your baby sister's mouth darkened. Wiping your hand across your breast.

Javier’s eyes snap discreetly at your breasts and its movement when you wipe.

Get it together Javier.

You didn't notice but ultimately gave up on the damn thing just to find Javier staring at you as Genie and Frankie crowd the stroller watching the infant stir in her sleep. You raise and eyebrow at the boy you still want, “What?” You narrow your eyes at him, and his lips stutter into a warm frown half hidden by the hair. You wanted to grab his face, feel his skin on your palm and hold.

“I feel like I deserve to be slapped by you.” He states plainly.

Your face is stone cold, as you contemplate the offer but despite all the animosity you felt, you'd never put your hands on him, only if he asked and allowed you to kiss it better. You shake your head, Javier is really here. Your eyes leave his and scan the busy party. Seeing your mom serve a young child food. Eyes falling back to Frankie and Genie giggling off about something, not paying any mind to Javier’s burning gaze. “I feel like we should go talk outside” you spit, still being able to hold out any self control as he nods.

Shoulder to shoulder with Javier again in the middle of a rare may breeze, looking up at the rare clear sky, it rained all week. Suddenly sunny and silent. The whole party stared at the two of you as you walked out of the building. Your mother nodding to you, James giggling to himself like the hard-ass he is. Feeling his shoulders rise and fall as you stood in silence.

"I'm sorry-"

“Shut up Javi, please.” Your hand comes up to your hair, running it through. Side by side you can't see his face but you do feel his body sink for a moment. It was the please that did it for him, he knew you, even after all these years. He knew a please out of you, a plea to him wasn't in your ranks. Javier did shut up though he wanted to hold your face and say i’m sorry, I’m sorry, so sorry. But you can't have any of that, you have control this time. You have control of your circumstances and you could push him, you could tell him he was a heartbreak you've been incapable of recovering from and you sure as hell could tell him that you hate him. You could also kiss him and leave him confused and aching to touch you and then you could leave. Go back to Miami, cut contact and live a life privately. Make him feel how you felt, how you’ve felt for six fucking years.

No.

You look to him and his eyes are peeled to the lot of cars in front of you, he feels you stare, burn, you burn him with the gaze. You thin your lips and hug your arms under your breasts, hugging your body. “ When do you leave?” You state more than ask.

His lips part and his head turns to you, looking into your eyes. That, he loved that. He loved how dark your eyes were, so dark that any light in your way makes them doe and animated, he hated to notice, but he fucking aches over the way your brows fold and bend with a line of stress when you look to him. “November.” He answered you, his eyes flitting to your lips, Javier couldn't help it, he found you so sexy back then when you forced answers out of him. God forbid you do it now, after so many years, after you've grown into that. Full, womanly, softer, prettier and meaner. Well, he had no right to assume you had gotten meaner but sixteen year old Andrea would have jumped into Javier's lap even if he had left you in that way. You had grown, meaner, if it was true he’d want it all. You quirk an approving frown before peeling away. Look back at me.

“Do you really want to leave this time, and don’t bullshit me I don’t deserve any of that.”

Tan Brava.

Javier smiles to himself but bites it away feeling that if you had caught him you’d click away in those little heels. He circles the question in his head and shrugs, “It’s work and the pay is handsome, close to a hundred.” He doesn't know why he admits that so quickly to you but you gasp, clutching at your stomach and you laugh. He needs a cig. The mere sight of you smiling so close to him is sending him over the edge.

“Jesus fucking-sorry, just my starting salary is a fraction I-just shocked I’m sorry.” You exhale and Javier cant take it he’s patting at his pocket to fish out his killing carton. Your eyes watching his deft hands, veiny, you trap that image in that corner of your sick head. The stick falling between his large hands and up to his lips, your eyes follow it all. Your nose scrunching in disgust when he flattens his lips and covers his light. He side-eyes you in confusion.

“What?” He mutters, stunted by the cigarette at the corner of his mouth. Your face continues to twist in disgust.

Shaking your head and crossing your arms, “You’re nasty Javier.” Continuing to shake your head as the sweet teen boy you had in your head dies when you watch the grown man in front of you, do something so adult , feed into an addiction. How cliche.

He laughs, “Never seen someone smoke a cigarette before?”

You deadpan as you fight the urge to reach to pull the stick from his lips and stomp it. “Put it out.”

“Why?”

You narrow your eyes, “Put. It. Out.”

Smoke leaves the corner of his mouth, “Why, tell me.”

“You should be taking care of yourself, it's bad for you.”

You admit a bit too much and he's grinning like a fool and removing the cigarette from his upturned lips. He flicks the bud onto the floor and stomps it. Now it's you biting a smile at him listening to your request. You whisper, “Thank you.”

That has Javier looking at you with a dimple deep eyes shut grin, “Anything, Andrea, for you.” He mocks and you narrow your eyes. You want to pounce him in every sense of the word. You want to get on him and yell at him for making this so hard, you want to grab the back of his stupid head lick into his mouth until he’s begging you to give him anything, you knew he’d beg you. You also wanted to li ke actually pounce him , with the intention to wound. But the second form spoke the loudest when he licks his lips at your annoyance.

“Light another.”

“What?”

“Light another so I can use you as an ashtray.”

You're joking but Javier feels his pants tighten at your demand, for a moment he was willing to let you burn him, he’d been a dick and deserved it. With his hands at his side as he looks at you he thinks about how easy it would be to just kiss you. With a sly scoff and a head shake Javier plays it off, “Jesus, you seem stressed, would you like one?” He edges, reaching for his pockets and you swat him on his arm. You had to hold out.

“Oh, so you smoke because you're stressed?”

“Yes.”

“About what?” The air shifts with your light hearted question, you hear the music from inside change to something loud and eclectic, you could hear people scurrying to dance. You usually would wish you were inside but now you were extremely interested in what your ex-best friend is so stressed about that he decides to fill his pores with the smell of smoke. He quirks a brow at you, like you just asked if birds fly, checking if you were serious about the question before whisper a fuck it.

“Well, first of all, I haven't seen anyone in years and when I showed up in here they were treating me like a fucking Kennedy, asking me all these overwhelming questions about Escobar. I haven't even been to Colombia yet-then…” He looks down to the pavement and you begin to feel like shit for even asking, the way he takes a moment to breath worries you and your body twitches to hold him but decides against it. He breaths. “I see Lorraine's mom and I’m sure you know-just never worked, Houston made it worse. Whatever, her mom looks at me and turns her back, then your mom.” He laughs, still looking away. Your brows tense as you watch him in a state you've never really seen, so much insecurity and shame. Houston wasn't going to be good for him, I knew it wasn't. It circled your head for years but for selfish reasons, he won't be good because I wont be good without him, but instead he just didn't do good for himself. Your hand grazes his wrist for a moment and he doesn't move from your caress but it's fleeting so he continues with a frown and no eye contact.

“When I saw you with the baby I nearly had a heart attack by the way, and then I felt guilty because you surely could have had a kid and I just would have never known, that's been killing me. Then you pull me out here, and I get deja vu, remember the last time we were at a parking lot?” He looks up to you with a stupid smirk and your mouth drops, just when I was feeling bad for him.

You lean your body weight into him and push as he laughs and fuck it, you're smiling too, ear to ear and it feels like 1980. Your heart is pounding against your rib cage at his statement before the kiss comment, he leans back into you. Have a kid, thats funny to you. “What makes you think-jesus.” You giggle and Javi is at ease again.

“Fucked if I know- last I heard you were in a committed relationship so fuck me for thinking that maybe you had a baby.” You cringe, you knew Xavier was more than likely coming to this function, you saw his sister earlier, what a beautiful disaster it would be to have Javi and Xavi in the same room again, god forbid Javier finds out the things he would say to you. Your ex would be gone by tomorrow.

“Mmm, past tense yeah. You're not the only one who gets to make bad relationship decisions Agente.” His eyes snap to yours again at your nickname and his lips quirk to a frown after taking in your bad relationship comment. It was easier said but he wished that for you, a good relationship, it would hurt less to come home and see you happy. But you being available is making it all unbearable and the two of you have only been with each other for fifteen minutes.

You watch Javier's expression soften, how he got prettier is beyond you. His smell had changed, still sweet yet earthy, with a hint of smoke-you would never admit to him that you liked the smell. Not after you threatened him for smoking. Your eyes flick away from him as you watch the car that had just pulled up go into park with a familiar back facing you. Right in Javier's blind spot, Jesus christ. “So what I’m gathering is that you aren’t in a relationship,-”

You interrupt him with a full arm squeeze as the leather crunches under your clawed hands. His temple creasing with his confused look he gives your pleading face. Why did this always happen, horrible timing with you two. Xavier’s walk is dominating as he quickens to approach the two of you, still nothing compared to Javier-he noticed too. God, you want to kill yourself thinking about the amount of times he didn't make you come…and he was a prick and you stayed, for so long.

Javier’s nostrils flare at the realization, remembering that you ended up choosing fucking Xavier, the loser who attempted to slut shame you the first time you all met. Well, Javier left you when you had shit taste but he held hope out for you, hoped that you’d realize how good you were. Xavier is in front of the two of you with a smile and in his camo military get up. “Long time no see Javier.” He holds out his hand for Javi to shake but Javier stares at it for a few seconds. Never liked him.

He shakes it anyway and Xavier exhales with a laugh. Dork. He then looks at you with a smile, his eyes scanning over your body.

You feel your breath die in your throat at the thought of how he spoke of your body just two years ago. You gained weight in high school, god forbid . It was around thirty pounds and it hadn't bothered you, you were still healthy-you body just had began turning more womanly. Throughout the entire relationship he found some way to slyly imply that your natural body was one to be ashamed of. And you lost the weight when you split up, not purposefully but because the dining hall food was putrid. So the gaze of your ex makes your stomach flip and Javier notices your change in body language. He crosses his arms and puffs his chest slightly but he doesn't need to; he already towers Xavier, “Yeah man, what is it that you do now?” he asks tauntingly.

Xavier smiles and points to his military cap, “I’m back on base in Cali in a few months…” His green eyes move to your rigid stance with a small smile that makes Javier’s blood boil. “Guess you've always liked men in uniform DeeDee,” While he gives you whiplash with the horrendous nickname he gave you back in the day, he wags his finger between you and Javier.

Javier’s eyes narrow at the boy and shakes his head, asshole , he mutters and Xavier doesn't catch on as his perverted eyes drag down your frame again, “I’ve got to get inside but I saw you leaving the gym where 7-11 used to be, you look great now, see you inside.” He grips your shoulder and is entering the party before Javier could react with attempting to get at him but he was gone.Your heart is full in worst ways, so full of disdain and hatred, feeling like an insecure seventeen year old again with his cunning ways to be an asshole towards you. Your hands fly to your face to pinch the bridge of your nose, too much all at once .

Javier’s hand is on the curve of your back in a familiar comforting hold, too much. Your eyes sting but they are shut, not today. “God, I fucking hate him so much-sorry” Javier feels your anxiety and anger burn off your skin and it makes him crazy. Just in the small interaction Javier understands what you meant about bad decisions . Javier had learned a lot in training about self control, he learned how to regulate his emotions well. It worked so well with Lorraine, the arguments stopped being explosive. But to hell with training, he didn't care the scandal it would ignite if the man of the night ran into the kids party and beat the military man bloody.

You look down at your own body and step away from Javier's hold, “um… please just tell my family I went home early.” Pull away, distance, more unsaid things, you had more to say you just cant do it not after seeing Xavier. You’d be sick by the time you get home.

Javier’s heart leaped at your distance and lack of eye contact. What happened to his smiling girl, querida. Feeling like a teen who had just been pushed away by a pretty girl, Javi stutters, “Yeah-I-I’ll tell them, just how do I”

You grip your purse and smile fakely, you’ll make sure to cry about him later. “I’ll call you tonight.” The wind pulls up and shifts your long skirt as you give Javier Peña a thin lipped smile. Javier tried not to break out in a face of relief, instead he nods you off and he watches until you safely get in your car and pull out of the lot.

Jesus christ you could drive now.

He felt like such an asshole.

#javier peña #javier peña x ofc #javier pena fanfiction #javier pena x you #javier peña smut #ao3 #fanfic #javier peña narcos #javier pena x reader

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lostdreamr-blog1 · 1 year

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The Last Goodbye

Pairings: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Reader

Word count: 1k

Warnings: Mentions of death

Requested: Yes!! Thank you so much @mrstabbymcwolfy for the idea! Needed this to get me out of my writing slump. Hope you enjoy it!

A/N: This one is a bit more depressing than what I usually write, but I hope you like it! As always, my inbox is open for you all!

The days always seemed darker when there was a funeral. The normal vibrant colors were duller, almost like the world had a grey tint to it. Wind seemed to cut through your body, chilling you to the core. Cemeteries were never a place of happiness, but today dread and misery seemed to fill the air.

The sea of uniforms gathered around a casket was a telling sign that someone sacrificed their life for their country. It was an eerie sight seeing that many men and women standing with fixed postures, not daring to move a muscle.

Jake walked up to the small wooden stand and placed the papers down he spent all night working on. Talking wasn’t something he ever had a problem with, but words failed him last night. He just couldn’t figure out the right things to say in a moment like this.

He took a deep breath and prayed he could get through this.

“They say if you fly long enough you’ll eventually lose a wingman. But I’ll be one of the first to admit that this one came faster than I thought it would. Top Gun pilots are a different breed. We fly like we have everything to prove and nothing to lose. The thought of dying isn’t something we think of often and to be quite honest, invincible is the word we like to use. We are the best of the best. Nothing is supposed to bring us down.”

He took a few breaths before he started the next part.

“Y/N was one of the best pilots I have ever had the privilege of flying with. She was tough as nails, but always found a way to better those around her. She could light up a room with a simple smile. Get out of trouble without even trying. But most of all, she made you feel like you mattered.”

The crowd was silent as he turned the page.

“Phoenix lost someone that she considered a sister. Someone that she always turned to for advice or a shoulder to cry on after a hard day. Bob lost the first friend he made a Top Gun. Everyone in that bar had ignored him except for Y/N. Coyote lost his pool partner, someone who always led them to victory. And Rooster lost his childhood best friend. Someone that will never be replaced. But for me, I lost the love of my life and I’m not sure where to go from here.”

Jake turned to face the casket and spoke his next words directly to you.

“I love you so much, Sweetheart. I always pictured telling you those words in a different way. Never in a thousand years did I think you would be gone before I got the courage to actually say it out loud.”

His breath caught in his throat as he struggled to keep it together.

“You were walking sunshine, never failing to brighten anyone’s day. The amount of compassion you had for others is something I only wish to have a fraction of. But seeing you like this, having to burry you in the ground is something I will never come back from. God there are some many things I wish I could change, but life has this cruel way of showing you regrets without getting to fix them.”

Jake brushed the few tears that managed to escape and shook his head.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t the person you needed me to be. I’m sorry I wasn’t there to stop this from happening. But most importantly, I’m sorry that your life was cut so short that you barely got to experience living it.”

There was more he had written down on his sheets of paper, but there was no chance he was going to make it through the rest. He walked away from the stand after putting his wings on your casket.

The service went on, but he wasn’t paying attention. Gun shots pulled his attention from you, but it was a reminder that this was all coming to an end. Not too long after the service was finished, rain started to fall, causing most people to retreat to their cars.

Everyone but Jake.

The rain was fitting for how this day was going. His Ma once told him that it only rained when someone truly special was going to be missed. Almost like the world was grieving with us.

He sat in front of that headstone, rain soaking every part of him, until Bradley walked up.

“She wouldn’t want you to be like this. You know damn well if she saw you now, she would be yelling up a storm.” Jake nodded his head, knowing his friend was right.

“I don’t know how to move on. Hell, I don’t think I’ll ever move on.” He rubbed his hands over his face, tears mixing in with the rain.

“It wasn’t supposed to be her.” And it was true. Y/N took the missile to save Bradley, something no one saw coming.

Bradley was at a loss for words but knelt to help Jake up. Jake let him guide him into a standing position but couldn’t peel his eyes away from your name. Walking away from that headstone meant he was walking away for good. This chapter of his life was done, but it was your story that was complete.

There were no more smiles that were saved just for him. No more laughing at his awful jokes. No more blushing when Jake flirted with you, riling you up for his own pure joy.

No chance of a future together.

Jake took one step away from you and he could feel his heart breaking all over again.

“Goodbye, Sweetheart. I’ll see you again soon.”

A/N: Thank you so so much for reading!!

#jake seresin x reader #jake hangman x reader #jake seresin x you #hangman x reader #Jake hangman seresin #bradley rooster bradshaw #top gun #top gun maverick #hangman top gun

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hythlodaeus-mynewoldfriend · 11 months

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WIP Saturday

I posted a wip on my other blog but got something to share here also. Have some stuff from two pieces! One being a little AU ship for Anthea a friend made mention of a kind of variation of it and has been rotating in the brain ever since. I also have some Siberite and Ali getting ready for dinner at Sib’s house. The first one doesn’t have any spoilers, second half is EW related since it’s Thea and we deal with Ancients so that one is spoilers! Other than that I hope you have fun! If ever anyone wants to be tagged just let me know!

Siberite and Ali bonding time!

She can’t though, as much as she’d like too, there’s work to be done and that starts with making it through this dinner. She takes a deep breath letting herself sink beneath the water watching the pink tinted water take on some gray as the grime frees itself from her hair, deep pink joining their movements to the surface as more of the dye washes away to bring forth the natural purple, something her mother will be thrilled with surely. It’s all a ploy, Siberite thinks as she scrubs away the dirt, scabs, and any notion that she’s been spending most of her days fighting the last three and a half Source years, They won’t just give me up that easily. They want nothing more than to keep me home.

She stops, blinking a few times hoping the nail brush in her hand isn’t real, that the pristine shine of her fingers and hands is a trick of the light and when she’s through there will still be the dirt she can never quite get near the cuticles, the tinge of yellow on them from the years of harsh soaps still lingers, and the callouses simply softened will harden once dry. But she knows these habits, knows that when she’s through here someone will be waiting in her room to cut away dead skin, soften her hands even more with oils that smell of lavender, and paint her nails in either a metallic that will match her gown or a neutral color that gives attention to the rings that will adorn her. She will look the perfect Lady down to the minute detail. She will look like herself once more, the her that’s always reflected when she passes the mirrors and looks her combatants in the eye. The image her mother still sees….

The quick rapt at the door makes the water splash with her panic before hearing Katla’s voice, “Mistress Siberite, I’m very sorry to disturb you but you’ve been in there quite a while. Shall I send someone in to assist in your preparations? Perhaps refill your bath with more hot water?”

“No, thank you. I’m just about done actually.”

“Then I shall have freshly warmed towels sent in along with your robe.” Siberite hears the woman walk away, promptly getting back to the last few steps in making herself presentable. As if they were simply waiting outside the door for her, the towels and plush robe are brought in and it takes a few attempts to let the two staff members leave her be, insisting she change fully in her room, uncaring that she’ll have to walk down the hall in nothing but her robe. The steam follows her three doors down until Alisaie’s voice makes her stop.

“I’ve already taken a shower and redid my hair, what more could you possibly need to do?”

Siberite smiles, walking closer to peek through the small opening of the door to see a defiant Ali dressed in a similar robe to her own with comfy casual shorts just peeking beneath it, “Ma’am I’m sorry but Lady Akagane wishes everyone to look presentable. Which means-.”

“Well are you putting my brother through these same inane steps?” The young staff woman stutters, “That is exactly what I thought. Now will you please-.” Siberite steps into the room, trying to hide the smile wanting to break free, Alisaie clearing her throat, “Siberite, I- I didn’t see you there.”

The warrior glances over at the young staff member with a small smile, “I don’t believe I know you, remind me of your name.”

“Shannah, ma’am.”

“Shannah, while it’s lovely to meet you, I do believe Katla could use a few extra hands in the dining room.”

“But your mother-.”

“Will be fine. I’ll help Alisaie.” Shannah looks between the Scions with wringing hands, “I can assure you I know how to do hair and make up to my mother’s standards.” The young woman swallows before nodding and rushing out the door.

“Thank you for that,” Alisaie says, falling back into the chair facing the vanity with a huff, “You would think we were having dinner with a king.”

Siberite chuckles, “That’s not out of the realm of possibilities you know. Come on, sit up straight,” she says, patting the young woman’s back into position.

“Do we really have to do all of this?”

Siberite combs her fingers through the undone white hair that’s gained some frizz with the humidity, “For my mother, yes. She’s very particular and does like to have excuses to dress up and show off.” The small drop of oil spread across her hands and combed through quickly makes for a silky and smooth canvas. She looks Alisaie in the eye through the mirror, “I know you would rather keep your look, but we have to do it up a little differently. Would you want it to still be pulled back and feel a bit like the braid you normally wear?”

“I’d rather not,” she grumbles with a cross of her arms, “but if we must then sure. I trust you to not make me look even more foolish than I already feel.” Siberite gives a small smile, her hands starting to already work on sectioning and braiding as Alisaie watches on. “If I may ask, why did you never tell anyone about how you grew up? None of us would have thought any less of you.”

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A little Anthea and Hermes meeting more formally for the first time!

“Just….a little….,” Anthea says as they reach up towards the last hanging purple fruit in the coniferous tree, “further.” Their fingers just brush the flesh of it when they hear the scraping of their shoe against bark, can feel as their foot only stands on air with their body following suit. Anthea reaches out, other leg hooking itself around the branch in enough time as their hands fail to grip onto it. Their hooked leg keeps them on the branch as they fall backwards until their head makes contact with something else just as hard, mask flying away. They hiss as whatever they hit exclaims in pain, massaging the now sore area as they open their eyes. Anthea twists trying to find what hit them to no avail, moving on to see if they could get enough momentum to bring themselves back onto the branch, finding that to also be something they cannot do. A groan comes from behind them, Anthea looking around, “Hello? Who’s there?”

Though it hurts their neck they manage to get a glance behind them too find another dressed in the standard black robes, with richly tanned skin and short black hair, looking around. The stranger soon moves to come into Anthea’s view half of his face covered by a white and silver mask, the shadow of a smile beneath it that brings a sheepish one to Anthea’s lips. “Tell me is it a common practice for new personel to be hit in the head from someone that is hiding in a tree?”

Anthea blushes, “Uhm, no. No when people are new, typically there’s some kind of sweets involved. Or well at least in my little section of housing, but I’ve heard others do the same.”

He let’s his smile free, “Then I shall hope for such lodgings. Do you need any assistance coming down?”

“It would be much appreciated.” Anthea scrutenizes him, “If you could simply just stand beneath me, I believe I can find an easy way down.”

“Would it not be easier if I simply held onto your waist?”

“Potentially but I will not force you into such a position when we’ve only just met.”

He laughs, “Seeing as I am offering I find no qualms about it.”

“I suppose that’s true.” They nod, hoping the heat they feel in their face is only from being upside down as he reaches up to grab onto their waist. They find enough footing to allow for their other leg to free itself, his grip helping in letting their desecent be slower. Anthea finds they are still a few ilms from the ground being held up only by the kind stranger. “Thank you.”

“Of course,” he says setting them down, Anthea moving for their mask quickly, hiding their features. “What were you doing up there if I may ask?”

“There’s a purple fruit up there,” they say point up to where it still hangs, “I wanted to add it to my garden.”

“Would you not simply make a tree on its own?”

“I find it relaxing to sometimes just grow them from seeds,” they answer with a shrug, “It also can help with research knowing how long it takes for one to be tended to until it produces fruit.”

“I see,” he looks up into the branches and back down the trunk, until he smiles once more, “In that case, allow me.” Anthea doesn’t have time to protest when he’s already made his way up to the branch they had just been hanging from. His height makes the reach for it easier along with his coming down.

He hands it over, Anthea taking it and cradling it to their chest, “Thank you. You mentioned new personnel, are you new here?”

“Yes. My first day actually and I’m afraid I find myself a bit lost.”

“Oh, you are part of that big group from Amaurot, you’ve all just finished your initial training.”

“Yes, that is correct.”

“Then as way of apology for hitting you in the head, I shall show you where to go.”

“I would be most grateful for such a thing,” he chuckles.

“First things first, new researchers should remain maskless until you are acquainted with the creatures and the ways in which they roam.”

#anyway! sorry for length but since I post writing slowly I like to share big chunks in case it’s never finished #have fun with them and I hope you enjoy them!#my wip tag #my writing #endwalker spoilers

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murderbirds · 2 years

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My top 5 Gotham ships no one else cares about (and why I love them)

A silly little list with the silly little ships I see no one (or very few people) talk about. I also genuinely believe Gotham would have been better if these ships were canon or at the very least give some more depth to characters who needed it, but hey just my silly little opinion.

1- Fish X Gertrude

Listen. Fish already calls herself Oswald's mama, why not make it canon? Of course, that isn't the only reason why I love this ship almost as much as I love Nygmobblepot. I am a huge sucker for 'evil', broken character who is made better by a character who is a literal sunshine and that would be their dynamic. Fish is someone who fought to get where she did her entire life, she is teeth and nails dressed in red, but what happens when someone who has only been shown pain and anger meets kindness and care for the first time? If I remember correctly, Fish's club opened 20 years prior to the show, so, imagine if you may, what if Gertrude began working for Fish as a cook and bartender to take care of Oswald, but instead of becoming more hardened like everyone else does, Gertrude never loses her kindness, something that shakes up Fish along with her dedication with her son (something she knows well from her own mother) and before she knows it Fish has fallen for this simple woman who is sunshine personified. Oswald grows up mistrusting Fish, but neither of them allow Gertrude to learn about the "dark" side of their lives. In this version, Fish doesn't want to 'kill' Oswald, but Falcone insists after his betrayal as a display of loyalty. Fish truly sees him as her own son and his heartbroken while Oswald thinks that all of his mistrusts were true and that this woman needs to be taken down before she takes away what is most important to him: his mother.

In this version, Fish allows Oswald to kill her on that roof, but Oswald doesn't realize this. At first, Oswald is happy, he is finally king of Gotham, but he is forced to watch as his mother forever waits for his love who he knows will never come back. It's a bittersweet victory and, after a while, Oswald starts missing Fish as well.

Imagine, if you will, after Gertrude dies and Fish comes back, she comes back home to try to find her wife, asking Oswald where his mother is while Oswald tells Fish through broken sobs that she is gone and it is all his fault. Of course, Oswald expects Fish to be angry at him, hate him, even shoot him, but she doesn't. She wraps her arms around him and both of them cry in each other's arms to mourn for the person in their life who brought them together, finally as family.

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2- Victor Zsasz X Lucius Fox

The main reason why I like this ship so much is their personalities. Victor is the most chill, easygoing character in Gotham, a character that is aloof to everything and everyone. Lucius is the opposite. He is a workaholic with a tendency of making other people's problems his own. They are opposites, but in a way where they make each other better: Vic helps Lucius relax and chill and Lucius shows Vic why there are people that is worth caring for.

Little headcanon of mine, but I like to think that Victor and Lucius have been secretly dating for years, right under Jim's nose. Lucius is the one who prevents Victor from being caught by Jim and crew. I think they would have broken up in season 4 after Vic betrays Oswald, but get back together shortly after Vic is nearly killed. They are the ultimate Nerd X Bad Boy and I think they are pretty neat.

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3- Barbara Kean X Renee Montoya

The one and only canon ship here. I'm sorry Tabitha fans, but Tabitha kinda deserved to die, not to mention, Tabitha never loved Barbara. She was in love with Butch, so much so that love got her killed. If only she had listen to Barbara. It was a beautiful, poetic death.

That being sad, it kinda sucks Barbara was left all alone. Now, when it comes to Barbara, she is such a tragic character that is so poorly written, all relationships in her life are extremely toxic, from her parents to Jim who never loved her, he only loved the perfect mask that she wore for that very purpose. You know who was the only person who saw past that mask and still loved her enough so for both of their sakes? Renee Montoya. It's bad how she broke up with her, but it makes sense. More importantly, Renee was right. They were making each other worse, falling back into an addiction that was each other. Neither of them were ready back then.

But here is the beautiful thing about people, they can change, evolve and grow and Barbara has grown. She saw the worst version she could be and was punished for it, she rejected it, but not in a way that pushed her back to the mask, she became her own person, someone not fully enveloped by darkness, but not willing to walk in the light either. We don't get to see Montoya after season 1, but maybe, just maybe, she has grown just as much.

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4- Sofia Falcone X Nyssa Al Ghul

Not gonna lie, I like this ship because they could potentially be the perfect Nygmobblepot foil. While Nygmobblepot is messy, full of emotions and both sides are barely functional, these two have little to no emotions attached, they are together because it is useful to both parties and fun as well. They respect each other, but are willing to stab the other in the back in a heart beat and they know this and they are fine with that. Superficially, this is what Oswald and Edward want with each other, it's much easier than those messy feelings of theirs, but boy is that not what they are truly after, because love might be their biggest weakness, but both of them would die in a heartbeat for it, no matter how painful or messy it could be.

And yes, I know it is hypocritical of me to judge this show for using women for the sake of men and do this here, but hey, not all characters need to be deep. Sometimes a ship can be two bad bitches who are great together and make fun of everyone else who can't accomplish the same.

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5- Firefly X Selina Kyle

The reason why I use Firefly here and not the name used in the show is because I headcanon that Firefly is Trans Masculine and later on adopts the name we see in the comics for himself.

Now, this isn't a never seen before ship or anything, but I have seen very few fics with these two and I wanted to add at least one hetero ship here and when it comes to Gotham, this is all that we can get as when a man and a woman are on screen in that show they have as little they can, probably because when that happens the woman in the relationship is generally diminished to either an object of desire, something that needs to be protected or something warped and E V I L that needs to be stopped or just plain out annoying. The only exception is women interacting with Oswald and he has 0 interest in them. Go figure. That being said, Selina had more chemistry with firefly way more than anyone else in the show with the exception of maybe Ivy, but, uh, I don't want to touch whatever this show did to Ivy with a 10ft pole, especially in a shipping context.

Back to these two, Selina is someone who acts like she doesn't care about people, but in reality she acts like a protector to quite a few people including Bruce, Ivy and Firefly, since I'm not talking about Ivy, the most interesting relationship is definitely between that Selina and Firefly as, with Bruce, their banter and will they won't they gets old real fast, which is a shame since I am a big Batcat fan in the comics.

Both Firefly and Cat are broken people who have seen the worst life has to offer from a very young age, but they react to this differently as these scars help Selina grow and mature while with Firefly, they push him into becoming a more violent and angry version of himself, one might say, the very type of person he once hated and wanted to escape. It's Selina's compassion and never ending loyalty to someone she knows is most likely gone that makes this ship so appealing. Selina even manages to touch Firefly's soul, enough so to convince him to protect her as they escape Arkham. It is a shame we didn't get to see more of them later on (and how OOC firefly becomes in season 4 with that whole scene where he threatens to burn Barbara, Tabitha, Selina and Ed) but I think that they would have eventually made up and possibly even become allies once more as Firefly lacked the jealousy and rivalry Ivy had with Selina. Perhaps, if things had gone a little differently, Firefly would have stayed by Selina's time the entire show.

#gotham #batman #dc comics #dc

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pinkdinkydoon · 1 year

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south park episode ideas dump!!!

- British Museum Episode: my s/I as a one off character but she has to explain that what the british museum does is BAD but the boys think it doesn't make sense since all the finds in south park go to the Denver museum. It's a whole ordeal with a lot of bad things going on, hiests, and then also the prime minister of the UK gets involved.

- Eric Medicated Episode: once more as previously mentioned. But I feel like it'd be like. It progressively gets worse. Like it starts off with Clyde's gang trying to keep him in check with his meds but it doesn't work so then it goes wendy, stan, Kenny and then kyle being the final nail in the coffin of finally getting Eric to remember his prescriptions.

- Kyle Tegridy Episode: kyle finally visits the farm for the first time and Stan and kyle BOTH get lost in the corn field like weed maze randy had built and it's kinda a test of how they've grown apart but are still very close friends kinda deal. A lot of randy BS without him actually being in the episode and Stan going "ugh dad." Or "good grief" like he normally does

- Mall of America episode: as previously stated before, shit goes down and it gets crazy to a point it ends with them in the parking lot with like 1/4 of the building on fire and Randy and liane just staring painfully at it.

- Marjorine 2 Episode: another marjorine episode, only instead of a sleepover the girls convice butters to do it again so she can come to a period party or something. The boys are like "you got invited to a GIRLS PARTY?!? WHAT ABOUT US?" "Uhm... sorry fellas... they just wanted ME to go" they try breaking in, typical bs

- Freedom Pals Episode: boys go to Denver and decide To be Superheros in town there. Instead of mysterion being a favorite, The coon becomes denvers new hero. Much to everyone dismay. A lot of eric bragging and them trying to convince the town what a terrible person he is and how incapable he is. It works in the end, mostly.

- Kenny Loses His Jacket Episode: you might be thinking he'd be hoodless majority of it but the answer is no, he finds an alternative jacket and the boys spend the whole episode ramsacking South park for it. Ends with him taking off the other coat and saying some actual lines to the boys without the hood, a lot of canon typical bs happens

- New Halloween Ep: new halloween episode. Cartman as Power, Kyle as Kermit. Stan as a Gladiator/Warrior of sorts. Kenny as Riddler but like 2022. Them vs Craig's gang to see who gets rhe most candy but in Their fashion a few people get extremely harmed and they are now wanted by the police.

- Free Churro (SP.EDITION) Episode: everyone knows bojack horseman legendary episode free churro where he stands at the podium for 22 minutes and just talks. Ok that but they're all at the bus stop bickering about an event we didn't even see for 22 minutes. Ends with "where the FUCK is the bus!?!?"

#pinkspacewanderer #rambles #☆sp.r #i think matt and trey should hire me

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darling-in-wonderland · 2 years

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Where we last left off in Part 3, the gang now has a magic carpet, a banged up but bandaged octopus, and one (1) angry gamer covered in perfume downstairs. Their current goal? To get a sample of the virus to craft a cure in the laboratories of Pomefiore.

CW: standard horror movie ones (tension, violence, being hunted, etc), swearing, death mention, anxiety/panic attack mention, lots of blood, virus that makes people violent. Viewer discretion is advised.

Kill Your Darlings

(Part 4)

I stand at the door, knife in hand, the school's resident mob boss and everyone's favorite robot standing off my shoulders. It's stabbin' time.

Idia, sweetie, I'm sorry, but it's for science so you'll understand.

I'm ready for anything that could come our way.

"Okay gang, let's go."

I move the chair back to where i found it in the room just as Idia kicks the door off its hinges.

He starts to growl, "There you are, Azul! And Ortho, too. How wonderful.”

“H-hi, Idia,” Azul stutters, eyes wide.

“You don’t appear to be at the club meeting today,” Idia rasps menacingly. “That’s not very poggers of you.”

“You aren’t at the club meeting either,” I speak up without thinking.

He hones in on me, eyes bloodshot and filled with rage.

He bares his fangs and roars, “So that’s where y-”

I shriek and throw the chair at him. He drops like a bag of rocks.

"Sorry, babe!"

"Darling!" Ortho cries.

"He startled me!" I defend myself. "And he was totally going to kill us."

"Darling does have a point here," Azul sides with me. Ortho rolls his eyes and gently collects the blood sample from his temporarily unconscious brother.

"Prepare the carpet!" I playfully order like I'm a pirate captain. While they do that, I rest a pillow under Idia's head and get a blanket to cover him, taking the time to gently move his now blue hair out of his face and place a tender kiss on his bruising temple.

The tension in his face melts away when he’s asleep. Based on what Ortho’s told me before, this is a rare site to see. Oh, what I’d give to lay down by his side!

"Darling!" Ortho calls to me. "We've got to go!"

"I'll be back with a cure, okay?" I whisper to the unconscious gamer as I grip my injured shoulder. "On this blood I swear it."

I open the window and join Ortho and Azul on the flying carpet. And off we go! We zip through the air back to the main building.

"So, what's the game plan looking like?" I ask Ortho as he pilots.

"Isolate the virus from the sample and then engineer something to kill it from there," he responds. "What that is will depend on what I find upon isolation."

"That makes sense."

I turn back to Azul who has been uncharacteristically quiet.

"Hey," I gently take his hand (the one not attached to the arm Floyd bit). "You okay?"

He takes one look at me before dissolving into sobs like Alka-Seltzer in a glass of water.

I give him hug, both for his sake and mine. He hugs back with his good arm.

He manages to spit out “Today sucks!” in between viscous sobs that hit some deep, forgotten part of my brain, like I’m remember the echo of another life I once led. Which reminds me of one of the most comforting things I could do.

I gently lay Azul down with his head on my lap. I guess this would work better if he didn’t have a heavy ass fish tank digging into my thighs, but hey, it’s not as bad and when Idia dug his nails into my shoulder or when Idia accidentally knocked me down a flight of stairs or even when I got hit in the face with a Spelldrive discus so I’d say I’m doing fine.

I let him hold my arm as I absentmindedly stroke the top of his tank with my other hand.

“It’ll all be over soon,” I try to comfort him. I’ve never been good at finding the right thing to say.

He looks up at me with magnified eyes full of tears, like a puppy begging for treats.

"Aw, don't give me that look," I pout playfully. "I'm not the magic one here."

Azul cracks a smile at that.

"All we have to do is wait for Ortho to formulate the cure, and then everything will be back to normal. Do we have a history test coming up?"

"I'm pretty sure," he responds after some time thinking. "We might be able to get Trein to delay it, though."

"Doubtful."

"Yeah," he sighs. "He's not really one to postpone tests."

"Knowing him, he'll blame us for the virus!" I laugh a bit at the thought.

"And the pressure will be on us big time since we weren't infected."

I do my best Trein impression, "While you were running away from all your bloodthirsty classmates you could have been reading over the study guide."

That manages to get a big laugh out of Azul, which makes me feel better. I beam bright enough to act as a beacon in Minecraft.

Ortho takes us through a more forested part of the external campus in an attempt to stealthily get us closer to a window that'll lead us straight to the hall of mirrors.

"Personne n'échappe à mon regard," suddenly wafts through the woods.

I tense up. Why do I suddenly feel so naked and exposed? Why did I immediately think of the color purple?

"Oh SHIT!" I yell as get my head down as low as possible. An arrow wizzes past right where my head once was. A second later and I would have been dead.

"What's going on back there?!" Ortho asks.

"We've got company!" I reply.

"Ya think it's Rook?" Azul asks, getting ready to magically blow him away.

"Oh, no doubt about it!"

We duck behind some cover to formulate a plan.

"We could fly really fast so that he can't hit us," Azul suggests.

"Too risky," I reply. "Too easy to fall off."

"Fly out of the woods?" Ortho pipes up.

"That's probably our smartest option. He's probably in a tree or something," I hypothesize. "Take us up and out, Ortho."

He launches us up above the trees. As he does, I hear, "Je vais faire un carton."

"Duck!" I yell as I hit the metaphorical deck. Ortho does too. Azul, on the other hand, is just a fraction too slow; an arrow lodges in the back of his tank.

"I've been hit!" he cries.

"Where?!"

"The tank! I'm losing water!"

"Ortho! How fast can you get us to Pomefiore?"

"Fast enough, I hope!" Ortho responds. "There should be tape in Pomefiore!"

"There better be!" Azul replies.

After a minute of fast and crazy flying, the tension in my shoulders finally releases.

"I think we lost them," Azul sighs, arrow still in the back of the tank.

I facepalm when he says that, just as our attacker (that we presume is Rook) cries out, "Rien ne peut plus m'arrêter!" as another arrow flies by. Azul ducks fast enough this time around.

I finally look to see our assailant. I was right. It was Rook. However, I wasn't expecting him to also be on a magic carpet piloted by Jamil.

"Hey Ortho! Ya know "Star Wars?'" I ask as panic rises.

"I know 'Star Rouge!'" he replies.

"Close enough! We're gonna need a ton more evasive maneuvers!"

"On it!" he takes tighter control. "Hang on guys! This ride's about to get a whole lot bumpier!"

As Ortho makes the tightest switchback turns I've ever seen flying transportation do (complete with some tactical aileron rolls), I turn to Azul.

"Think you can disrupt their fly patterns?"

"I mean," he gestures to the tourniquet, and his pen that is currently keeping it stable. "I can sure try."

"Bad, don't like those odds," I say as another arrow gets shot and Jamil cackles.

Something clicks for me. "Ortho!"

"Yeah, Darling?"

"Let me fly!"

"Don't let her fucking drive the carpet!" Jamil and Rook cry out in unison. I guess even while infected, they remembered the time I almost crashed the carpet flying it to the school store with them.

"I'm gonna trust you, Darling!" Ortho states as he passes me the reins.

"Bad call!" Azul cries out in fear.

Now it's my turn to cackle. "Now this is pod racing!"

I take messy, dirty twists and turns in the air. It almost feels like on a rollercoaster some madman built in Rollercoaster Tycoon. I don't think I've ever felt this alive.

"I think I'm gonna be airsick," Azul groans.

I hear Ortho blast off spell after spell. It looks like we might make it to the Hall of Mirrors when I suddenly hear the sound of fabric under extreme friction.

I quickly turn my head, horrified to see Jamil's sadistic right in front of me.

I hear Rook say, "Et voilà!" as Jamil cackles again.

"Shit!" I cry as I bank left and metaphorically put the pedal to the metal.

"If anyone's ruling this school, it sure as hell won't be you, Darling!" Jamil growls as I zip off again.

"Darling, I don't this carpet can go much faster!" Ortho informs me.

"It just needs to go faster than those two!" I cry back, eyes watering from the extreme wind.

"Darling?" Azul croaks.

"What is it buddy?"

"Rook grabbed the arrow in the back of my tank."

"Shit. How fast are we losing water?"

"Really fast!" Ortho answers, panicked.

“Well that’s not good!”

“Tell me about it!” Azul butts in, sloshing some water on me.

“Hang on tight, gang!” I warn them, not because the terrain is getting any more rough, but my capacity to care for their safety has now been cut off. They’re smart. They’ll hang on.

I execute flight tricks I’ve never even executed before in a game. Except Prey, sorta. It was zero grav, does it count? I mean, with my evasive maneuvers, I’m almost replicating the feeling of being out in space. And with arrows still zipping past my head, it almost feels like a Typhon’s on my tail.

“Brace for impact!” I yell as I shield my face before ramming straight through a massive fucking window, Rook and Jamil nowhere to be seen.

“Onward, sailors!” I beam, the light shining at the end of this dark day visible and within my reach as we enter the mirror. “To Pomefiore!”

To Be Continued...

#twisted wonderland #twst fanfic #twst oc #twst ortho #twst idia #twst azul #twst jamil #twst rook #horror #blood #kill your darlings

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the-letter-horror-lover · 2 years

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if only she loved me

desmondhearts

Summary:

"I really hate seeing you like this, seeing you cry repeatedly hurts me, you really don't deserve this at all... and if I'm being honest.. you deserve someone better."

he had always loved her, but she was so focused on another man she didn't even realize what was waiting for her...

!!! heavy BOC spoilers !!!

Notes:

I cannot write out the accent, sorry :( so for all BOC characters I will not be writing out accents, not to mention I can imagine it's kinda hard to read for some people so it's better if I make it understandable for everyone!

also, the first few moments of this one shot in particular is based off of that one scene in episode 6 relating to Beast and Sebastian but without the sex, which will be in the next chapter ... if you know, you know, and if you don't, you probably just got spoiled if you didn't already read the description.

Chapter 1

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"BUT PLEASE.... JUST GIVE ME A CHANCE!" she cried out as she grabbed him from behind tightly, sobbing onto his back for a moment before Dagger tried to slightly move from her grasp, she dramatically dropped herself to her knees as she covered her mouth to prevent herself from making anymore loud sobs.

"(stage name)... please.. just plea-"

"You promised.... you promised that we would be together.... but then you.... left me.... for.... her.... even though I WAS THE ONE THERE FOR YOU, I WAS THE ONE TO COMFORT YOU WHEN SHE TOLD YOU OFF TO GO CHASE JOKER..... I WAS THERE!!"

(Stage Name) cried at the foot of her once true love, the blonde male did nothing but stand and stare down at her pathetic actions, while he did most certainly feel sympathy, one of the most sympathetic members of this circus, he just simply didn't return the same affections, he genuinely didn't like seeing her like this, but he was honestly, just so tired of having to keep it a secret on how he didn't see her in that light.

crouching down to her level, seeing her cover her hands with her face as she sobbed loudly, questioning her entire life choices, questioning herself, 'why him? why did it have to be him to hurt you?'

"I'm sorry, (stage name)... it's not that I never loved you or anything, it's just that.... well...." Dagger tried to get his words straight, he didn't want to actually state how overtime, his romantic affections for (stage name) had faded completely in favor of Beast, he didn't want to admit straight to her face that Beast was just more attractive, feisty and bold, the fact that he had to work tooth and nail to get her affections was keeping him at bay... while (stage name) came off as desperate for his affections and it shut him off, the more she started to get closer to him, the more he started to despise her, he tried his best to distance himself from her so that he doesn't keep feeling this way, in all honesty he hated himself for feeling like this, he truly did feel bad for her, he truly did love her at one point, because of all the times they spent together as children, playing with the other kids, suffering though so much together in the gutter, and even competitively throwing knives at the practice grounds within the first days of circus, laughing and having a good time, until it comes to the present day where he's basically throwing it all away in favor of a woman who doesn't even want him, in favor of another man.

but the woman who did was.... right in front of him, crying her heart out as she pleads him to stay, a part of him was turned completely off by it simply being (stage name) and not her, another part of him wants himself to like her, he wishes things can be the same again, but it's simple, you can't help who you like, and that person simply who falls victim to this fate is none other than (stage name).

"we've been through so much together... all of the time we spent in the gutter... playing in the fields as children... and all of that is... gone..." her voice became low, her tears had stopped flowing, raising up her body to look at him, her cheeks were puffy, her eyes were swollen, the look on her face rang of pure hatred and defeat, it was the day where she had finally stopped caring, or so she thought, after all this time, she was chasing around a man who was chasing around a woman who in return, was chasing another man, it was almost a full circle... or is it a full circle?

little did the two know that someone was watching them from afar, heading back to his tent after doing god knows what, possibly back visiting father, looking off into the distance to see a poor, heartbroken (stage name) cry and plead her heart out.

all he could think was. "it's happening again... can't she just give up already?"

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"what's the matter, (stage name)? it's raining, you could get wet!"

a man told (stage name), he was none other than mr ringleader himself, Joker, he didn't have an umbrella, standing inside of his tent, peaking his head out as she was sitting in the rain, drenched completely and dirty from the mud on the floor that was staining her leggings, she sat on her legs, pondering to herself.. "why do I feel this way?"

turning her head back to look at the much taller man, slowly walking over towards her, him slowly growing wet from the rain as he grabbed a spare jacked and leaned in to wrap it around her.

"oh, it's nothing...."

Joker sighed, knowing what he saw earlier, he decided to boldy ask.

"it's about Dagger, isn't it?"

her stomach started to slightly sting, she told herself mentally to stop loving him over and over and over but the more she tells herself the more she starts to sink herself deeper into the obsession hole, the more her heart starts to break, as she was starting to feel physically ill, she didn't even have the time to realize that she had fell over and passed out completely..

"(stage name)!" Joker yelled out as she tumbled on her side, her body hitting a puddle of water and mud, not caring for his outfit getting dirty, he picked her up bridal style and ran as fast as he could to doctor.

flapping over the tents openings, startling the wavy haired male in his chair as he was interrupted from studying off the prosthetics, he quickly noticed a limp (stage name).

"what happened to her!?"

"I don't know! I saw her crying outside earlier and when I went to check on her she just fell over!" Joker stated as his voice had pitched in a way where he would start crying at any moment, laying her softly on the bed, stripping her of her clothes, rubbing the mud from off of her skin and placing her in sleepwear with quickness.

sitting by her bed, Joker caressed her cheek with his prosthetic hand, as he looked down at her, she was knocked out, her face was cold to the touch as it was the middle of winter, where it's chilly.

he hoped that she hadn't died, that would be the complete end of him, what would he do without her?

doctor couldn't help but to say..

"you don't really act like this with the other female members, but when it comes to (stage name), it's like... you're a completely different person, you're not recognizable when you see her upset..."

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"you know doc... it's just that i've always loved her... ever since i met her in the gutters with the rest of us when she shared her food with us, getting to know her well.. I knew straight off the bat that she was... the one, but she's always loved Dagger, the two had a really close relationship, almost as if they were inseparable, but after him realizing how much he loved Beast, he didn't exactly know what to do with (Stage Name).... he told me how his feelings for her just simply faded.... but he never wanted to let her know.."

doctor listed as Joker ranted about this topic, how he deeply wished that (stage name) would just wake up and realize what's in front of her.

it's like she had almost as if she had forgotten how he treated her, she would always compliment Joker when he would do his magic tricks when she would pester him about it, and would ask him to train her, give her the run down on how things operate under his sleeves, he couldn't help but find her adorable, kind, sweet, and just all around a pleasure to be around, over time these feelings had grown into love... romantic attraction.... he saw how kind hearted and pure she was, how could someone make her cry so hard she faints?

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until the very next morning, waking up in a bed, a towel covering her forehead.

she slowly opens her eyes to reveal her surroundings.. and the fact that she is no longer in her circus costume.

"oh, (stage name), you're awake!" hearing doctors voice was ringing to the ears but not in an annoying way, just alarming, she couldn't exactly speak as of late, far to tired to even open her mouth to yawn.

when she finally got the energy to at least sit up on the bed, Doctor states that she is currently in no condition to go to practice and must stay beside him in order for someone to check up on her for the time being, but over time, she should start to feel better and regain the ability to lively perform again.

"oi, doc, how's (stage name) doing?"

and then she heard Joker's voice, she simply looked at the two having a conversation about her health, Doctor had told him that she is far too ill for practice and that she needs to stay here in order to get her rest.

she could see the look on Joker's face, he was deeply concerned for her, she didn't even notice that he walked up to her to sit in a nearby chair as she stared off into space, wandering in her own thoughts until a question was asked to snap her back to reality.

"do you remember anything from last night?" Joker asked her, holding her hand with his prosthetic one by her palm, and his normal hand toping hers.

"no...." (stage name) responded softly, she had to admit, she did find him somewhat attractive and may even thought about being with him but, not only was he far to friendly with other ladies, especially Beast, but he just... wasn't him.

aside his charisma, she was failing to see how much he truly cared for her in particular, everyone could see it even the ladies he's 'flirted' with, he would give her flowers, praise her abilities like no other that some first tier members even gossiped that she may be a favorite amongst the others, believing that if he were to ever have a hypothetical choice to choose between the circus and (stage name), he would run off with her to start a lovely family, he gave her a nickname like no other, in relations to how he feels about her and how he sees her as a beautiful angel, while Joker was not the only one who saw her for her beauty, her personality, and her overall aura, he was the only one who appreciates it like no other, he was the one who listened to her when she spoke so passionately about an interest of hers and even wanted to partake in said interests, he fiercely protected her like a raging mother bear charging after predators who dare hurt her cubs, but the issue was...

Dagger did the same thing

it just so happened that his affections swiftly changed over to another woman....

as (stage name) was sitting silently, pondering about and wondering, why she had such a deep attachment to Dagger in the first place, I mean, Joker has always shown her more romantic-esque affections, has even told her some times that he loves her but she always interpreted it as brotherly affection rather than him beating around the bush without actually confessing his feelings.

"Joker, I need to speak with you for a short moment." the woman herself, Beast, enters the room, the lady Dagger was oh so deeply infatuated with, the lady he fiercely protected from all harm, even something so minor could drive him insane, there was no secret that he was obsessed with her, and (stage name) hated that to the core.

(stage name) looks up at her with a blank expression, Beast doesn't even acknowledge her presence and is only focused on Joker, speaking of Joker, he looks back at (stage name) and slowly let's go of her, giving her a reassuring look and telling her that he'll be back to check on her.

leaving the room before Beast, she looks over at (stage name) with her usual resting face and turns her back to walk out moments later, it looks as if she was thinking about something relating to her.

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"Don't worry, we'll give you a proper stage name........ are you really sure that you're a boy though?"

"Quite sure... yes-"

(Stage Name) had gotten better overtime and was able to walk on her legs, turned out that she just had a short fever and it thankfully wasn't fatal, Doctor sent her out on her merry way to move around, while she boredly walked around the tents until she saw a crowd of people surrounding a young boy.

walking down to the area, she could now make out his features, an eye patch over his right eye, dark blue hair, and was fairly short, he looked so small and frail, she thought to herself, 'theres simply no way he can pass these tests...' but hey, never judge a book by its cover.

staying in the back area as she didn't want to be rude and pass by people in front of her, she watched over to see the knife throwing situation, didn't even notice Dagger up at the front, gossiping to Joker about how cruel he was for puting the target so far that his tiny little arms can't even reach.

"I can't put it right next to him, can I?"

watching the situation with a bored expression, the throw the child made almost made her want to giggle but out of nowhere before her very eyes, it hit the target.

widening her eyes in confusion, thinking to herself; "impossible!"

after the whole audition went in, he was given the name 'Smile' while another man she had no choice but to assume that the man 'Black' was an associate, from her peaking a few times at him, they seem to be with each other a lot.

standing in a corner in her performance outfit alongside some others, not even caring to notice Beast walk past her, once again ignoring her presence, she didn't have exactly the motivation to do anything other than just stare off into space and daydream, it's been about some several hours since the incident between her and Dagger, trying her absolute best to censor the memory in fear that she would pass out again.

"Right then I have to go, best get to work lads!" hearing that voice again, it seems as if Beast had called Joker back to have another conversation, (Stage Name) couldn't help stare at the two walking together in this area, speaking with each other about something she couldn't make out, turning her head back to where she once placed it staring off into space again and returning back to her daydreams, not even noticing Joker noticing her there and started walking over towards her, even past Beast before telling to her "hang on a second."

"oh, so you're feeling better, eh?" he asked her, with slight enthusiasm.

(Stage Name) looked up at the orange haired man, she gave him a blank expression, not because she doesn't want to speak with him but mainly because she was interrupted from the thoughts in her head.

"I'm feeling alright so far, still somewhat tired but I can still move around." she told him in her normal tone of voice as she started moving one of her arms, the moment between the two was somewhat intimate, she could feel him snake his hand around her waist and pulling her closer, not even noticing Beast who stood beside (Stage Name) on the opposite side.

it was quiet so far, until, Dagger had walked in, his attention immediately turned over towards Beast, (Stage Name) sighed in annoyance but there was also a hint of sadness.

the blonde standing in front of the taller woman, adoring her by drowning her in praises and compliments, the expression Beast gave him was crude, she rolled her eyes and walked away completely annoyed, Dagger's expression turned upset, but shrug his shoulders and turned his attention towards (Stage Name) and Joker, at first, he had seemed to regain his enthusiasm when he saw Joker, but then...

the two former lovers look at each other, (Stage Name) couldn't even make eye contact with him and Dagger just awkwardly stared at her in return, she could feel herself manually breathing to get her mind off of the fact that she was completely uncomfortable, not even noticing the regret in Dagger's expression, so then, he slowly walked away, with a non audible "sorry." before being completely out of sight .

now, it was just her and Joker, the two stood next to each other, his hand was no longer around her waist, still standing fairly close to her to where he can feel her warmth though, the only noise was from around the corner of people talking and having fun as they practiced.

"you still love him, don't you?"

the question was given to her, she let out a small sigh as she tried her best not to shed a single tear, her eyes stung and her vision blurred as it watered.

"I don't know anymore...."

the question was answered, a tear dropped onto her outfit, staining it wet, she was shaking slightly as she looked down onto the ground, staring at her feet.

"I really hate seeing you like this, seeing you cry repeatedly hurts me, you really don't deserve this at all... and if I'm being honest.. you deserve someone better."

looking up at him, seeing a serious expression, noticing him staring at her, he looks down to her in return.

"I wonder who that better is..." (Stage Name) said with a small, forced smile, trying to joke about, she slowly felt her feelings for Dagger fade hour by hour, minute by minute, second by second.

"I also wonder who that better is, maybe he's..." Joker let out a slight chuckle to hide his complete nervousness. "maybe he's standin' right in front of ya'." he joked about, but in reality, it was a disguise to hide his true feelings, he's always loved her, watching her just chase Dagger like a lost, lovesick, desperate puppy made him mentally exhausted, I mean don't get him wrong, Dagger is like his brother and he will always be there for him, but, he just simply wished that he just could sweep (Stage Name) off of her feet and ride her into the sunset far away so the two can be together once more.

he gave her the name (Stage Name) because he found her to be the most beautiful woman he's ever seen, she was like a pure, soft, delicate flower that he wanted to protect, and just seeing her that night, overhearing her cries, pleading Dagger to love her back and how she needed him, almost made him want to cry.

would this be his chance to finally confess?

Chapter 2

Notes:

spoilers for this chapter but necessary: not only is the the chapter where the smut takes place, this is also in an AU where they survived.

I envisioned that they turn against Baron in order to continue the circus without the guilt of children kidnapping crawling up their spines, I would make it edgy and have it go on with the rest of the plot but... reader's already been thought it enough!

ik it doesn't make much sense but... :( let me live my delusional fantasy in peace.

Chapter Text

"and now! the moment you've all been waiting for! tent assignments!"

tent assignments, he said happily, waving a piece of paper in the air.

it seems as if the newcomers, Smile and Black, alongside Suit, had to be assigned to their new tents.

(stage name) stood in between Suit and Dagger, keeping her hands clasped together to avoid touching either of them, her legs were glued together shut as she stood there, in the eyes of Joker, she looked very elegant and lady-like, her outfit was perfect size for her, her dress had allowed the two men in between her to keep their distances.

she is still deeply uncomfortable being around Dagger after tonight, I mean, the incident was just yesterday, so that feeling wont go away anytime soon, and Suit was a different story, like Black, he is very tall in comparison to her, she could look up at him like she would look up at skyscrapers.

to a certain degree, she felt like there was something odd about these newbies, while she isn't exactly against new people, she had met new people along the way overtime with the development of this circus, however.....

"hey now.. what are you doing looking so down in the mouth? remember to smile, smile!"

the young one, 'smile' put on a smile she could easily tell was forced, noticing that he quickly wiped that look off of his face.

Joker noticed that (Stage Name) was standing next to Dagger, which made him feel something unknown, but it wasn't exactly good, especially after last night, hoping that Beast is still busy so that she won't come out of nowhere and ruin her night, again.

well, that doesn't exactly matter now, does it?

walking right up behind him was a brown haired girl, who looked fairly androgynous but she could automatically tell that she was a girl, (stage name) and the other first string members knew her as "Doll" without her disguise, while the new ones saw her as a completely different person.

smile was assigned to share a tent with her, Doll gave the kid a smile, and smile? well... didn't seem to respond, or that's what (stage name) thought when she looked away from him, not noticing the nod he gave.

Black and Suit were assigned to be together, looking up at the taller males, who towered over her like skyscrapers, she tried her hardest not to let out a laugh, the rivalry they had according to what she saw so far, was a tad bit adorable.

"look at how happy they are!" Joker said with such enthusiasm, sometimes, (Stage Name) wonders if he even has a brain, or if his sarcasm was just so advanced it flies over her head, shooting a comically annoyed look at the man.

"I don't think you can see that they don't wanna be next to each other." she raised herself up off of the bars and gave herself a big stretch before walking over to him and looking up at him, with such sass, putting her hands on her hips and giving him a pouty look, oh? what was that about?

Joker couldn't help but chuckle as he saw how cute (Stage Name) posed, the look on her face, hands on her hips, ha! he patted his non prosthetic hand on her shoulder, god, he wanted to give her a little kiss so badly, but two things to remember, one, there's like 5 people watching them, and two, he still has not had the chance to confess to her, so before he can actually make any moves on her, he uses the opportunity to leave the four to figure out their situation, tagging Dagger along with him.

knowing how enthusiastic the blonde is, he gives them a "cheers" before heading off with Joker and (Stage Name).

whilst walking to their tents, the three of them had an awkward silence moment, Dagger seeing (Stage Name), and vice versa, thankfully over the course of some hours, she didn't feel the need to cry, but still she remained silent and nervous to even hold a decent conversation with the blonde.

"so..... I wanted to ask you two about something."

(Stage Name) and Dagger's minds froze, they already know he's going to ask the question about last night, knowing Dagger already felt his presence whilst seeing her go hysterical, loosing her complete mind.

"what is it?" Dagger asked nervously, but it was masked with an emotionless tone, already knowing what'll happen.

"what had happened out there last night? (stage name) was just loosing it out there, what did you do?" Joker asked with concern, (stage name) could see the look in his eyes that she know he'd give someone when they did something wrong.

Dagger let out a big sigh before explaining everything from his point of view, making that very clear...

after the incident where Black had gotten bitten by Betty, (stage name) walked in around the same time that Beast did, Dagger payed more attention to Beast after giving (stage name) a simple enthusiastic "hello, m'lady!" before kissing her hand.

of course, Joker recalled all of those memories from that day, he could remember seeing the look on (stage name)'s face, sitting in the corner watching how Dagger talked about how he never got the opportunity to touch Beast's skin when Black was "checking" her prosthetic leg, starting a fight, he remembered trying to cheer up (stage name) by pulling her closer to him and reassuring her with his usual affections towards her, thinking that something was wrong and he just wanted to make her happy afterwards, while yes, Joker knew about (stage name)'s crush on Dagger, it looked as if she was about to loose her entire mind that very moment seeing him not care so much for a "bloody tent" and just carelessly throwing his knives at the man who caught them so efficiently, after a small while she stormed out of the tent, causing everyone to look at her with concern, Dagger tried to chase her to see what was the matter, but she slapped his hand away and told him to 'piss off.'

which leads to (stage name)'s late night meltdown, pleading Dagger to love her just as much as he loves Beast, but.... he couldn't exactly get his words out that moment in fear that the reaction from her would become violent, almost scared, telling Joker straight to his face that he had lost feelings for (stage name) a while back, whilst she was right there listening the whole time, she hated to admit it, but he was telling the complete truth, no lie was left out....

Joker turned his attention over towards (stage name), who stood there emotionless, when in reality, she had so many things to say but not the correct words to articulate the sentence correctly.

"and that's what happened." she looked up at Dagger. "I'm sorry." before she walked away, not caring for what could catch up with her, or for what was even in front of her, in plans of walking around in circles until she was in the correct mental state to return to her tent so that she can't drown in her thoughts any longer.

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as she laid on her bed, in her room, staring up at the tent's "ceiling," she could only think about today, Dagger telling him that he doesn't... love her anymore... describing how his feelings had just.... faded...

she didn't have any tears left to cry, it feels as if they all ran out.

all she could really do is just... lay there, silently, just watching up as her mind just wandered to places they've probably never been to before.

deciding to shut it all down as she felt her eyes grow heavy, indicating that she sleep, so, following her body's orders.

she didn't realize that before he would alert the other first tier members to head out to town to find more victims, Joker had plans on visiting (stage name) at her tent, he had an odd number of pink roses in his hand, finding one, after another, after another in a field somewhere near the circus area, it reminded him of the time that he and (stage name) walked in a flower field together, playing around and joking about, wishing to go back to that very moment with her, believing that if she would have accepted his advances the first or maybe third time, things would have turned out differently, they would've been happy together, he would've never got to see her cry that night, but instead, possibly making love to her in his tent and cuddling with her, telling her how beautiful she is and how she would make an amazing wife, planning a future family and marriage.

reaching over to her tent, he quietly slid one of the flaps open, to find her sleeping soundly in a comfortable position, looking around the tent to see the array of flowers on her vanity dresser that are propped in a decorative fashion, setting the roses on her dresser, walking over to her resting body, and leaning in to give her a soft peck on the cheek.

"rest easy, my darling." before walking warning the other members that it was time to head out.

within the next some hours, it was already daylight, (stage name) was already up, as she stretched, looking around her room to see if anything was out of the ordinary, she found a bouquet of pink roses, that shocked her but was to tired to show off the actual emotion.

"wait! they're pink? how is this possible!" already knowing it was him that gave her the roses, she decided to place them with the rest of her decorative flowers, after getting dressed, she walked over to her tent flaps and sticked her hand outside to feel the wind blowing a chilly cold front, she already knew she has to get her favorite sweater out, the sweater that Joker gifted her on her birthday several years ago before the circus was even a thought in the mind, she had always cherished it, and wore it during the chilliest of seasons.

waltzing out of her tent, she passes by to see Doll, or "Freckles", and "Smile."

not really bothering to catch up on the two,

(stage name) decided to check up on another group of friends, two girls she started off with and even convinced them and Joker to join the circus.

one of the girls was nicknamed "Mystery" because she gave off a very mysterious and alluring vibe, eyes always covered by her soft, floofy short hair and had a more gothic fashion, while another was named "Happy" as she is always so joyful, a complete personification of sunshines and rainbows, her hair was as blonde as it could possibly get, and her eyes were large, a pastel pink color, she was oh so eager to join the circus to be close to her best friend, (stage name).

speaking of the two ladies, they both appear to be at breakfast, talking with each other.

you decided to sit next to Happy, who looking over to her right where you were sitting, she hugged you tightly as she yelled about how she missed so, before letting you go, she calmly asked.

"where have you been?"

(stage name) gave her a sigh, telling her about everything that happened within the span of 2 1/2 days.

both Mystery and Happy had formed their own opinions on the subject.

Happy voted on that (stage name) should wait until Dagger burns out his love for Beast, she believes that if it can happen to you, it can surely happen to her, just trust her on this!

(stage name) looked over for a bit, she isn't exactly confident in that answer in keeping her hopes up for longer, I mean, it's been several years since her and Dagger had been at it, and it was just until those two days she realized, he didn't love her anymore, but the idea of him "burning out his love" was something she believed would possibly happen, especially if Beast went on ahead and gave him a chance, and then acted the same way she did, throwing her away just like she was thrown away.

Mystery voted on that (stage name) should naturally allow herself to heal from the incident so that if she were to get into another relationship she wouldn't have to have so much baggage to put on her next partner, letting her know that moving on too quickly "never works out well."

(stage name) believed that Mystery's answer was more realistic and thanked both of them for the advice, the three ladies continued eating and talking about random topics, especially on love and (stage name)'s love for Dagger, they eventually got to the topic of Joker when Happy mentioned their relationship, and they both planned on trying to get her to move on, until they mentioned it...

"JOKER!!!????"

(Stage Name) yelled out, not with disgust but with pure shock, I mean.. he was very close with her and she may have considered giving him a chance, but she never exactly saw herself being with him.

"yep." Mystery nodded, only with a smile as her hair covered her eyes. "I think he's the one for you, (stage name)."

Happy vigorously nodded and clapped a couple of times, joyfully, she squealed like a pig, of course it a cute way.

"yes yes yes!! I think you and Joker would make such a wonderful couple! I mean, come ooooonnn (stage name)! look at the way he treats you! he gives you cute and colorful flowers, hes always so affectionate towards you, he praises you more than others, hell, he even talks to other people about how much you mean to him!" Happy went out, she grabbed (stage name) by her shoulders and looked down at her sweater.

"and he even gave you this sweater!" she gathered her face closer to hers. "don't you get it, (stage name)? he's the one for you!"

as she stared off, she started to recall the memory from yesterday, about when she was speaking with him around the corner from the main tent, on how the person that can be for her could've been standing right in front of her, realizing he was referring to himself..

forcing herself away from Happy's grasp, she face palmed aggressively but not to the point of hurting herself.

"damnit! how could I not see this whole time!? the way he treated me, the gifts, the affections, hell even the damn name he gave me, it was all a sign... that... he loved me..."

slamming her fist onto the wooden table.

"bloody hell, man, I'm so stupid! why didn't I see it... I was just too focused on Dagger when... I failed to see what was right in front of me... in all honesty, I feel like I just blew my chance, why didn't i-"

"don't down yourself, (stage name), I'm sure he's still deeply in love with you, but remember what I said, heal first, then take action, got it?" Mystery told you, her voice was more higher toned than usual.

(stage name) couldn't do much but nod, she had the plan in motion that she would confess to Joker this very night.

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"but joker...."

".. goodnight beast!"

he says, walking off without turning his back after at least giving her his sweater, the raven haired woman couldn't do anything but fall to her knees and sob.

(stage name) had been unaware of what was happening between the two, walking alongside Happy and Mystery off to her tent, they joked about many things such as Mystery's crush on Peter, and Happy's weird new hyperfixation relating to the anatomy of bugs.... anywho.

it looked as if (stage name) was having the time of her life until she had bumped into something in front of her, causing her to gasp in shock and pull herself back.

looking down at her was none other than him, Joker.

"oh, hello, sir!" Happy said with a fake proper accent, she was so goofy for no reason you couldn't help but giggle at her strange antics.

"hello there, Happy, Mystery... and (stage name), by the way, I was actually looking for you." looking into her eyes with his iconic smile.

turning over to her friends, Happy gave her a "do it! do it!" expression while Mystery was... Mystery, though she did give her a small smile.

turning her head back up to Joker, she pulled in a big inhale and exhale, before playfully 'shooing' the two away, Happy looked over at Mystery, giggling softly as she pulled one of her sleeves to head off.

"well, me might as well call it a night, goodnight you two!"

"goodnight!" (stage name) waved at the two before they were out of sight.

the two gals had walked towards the direction Joker was just headed, unbeknownst to what they could potentially run into up ahead.

and once again, it was just the two of them, remembering what he wanted to ask her that night, he finally got the chance to, seeing her awake and well in front of him, but before the words could come out, she had asked him.

"was you the one who left the pink roses on my dresser?" she asked him curiously, tilting her head to the side, giving off a cute expression in his perspective, while she did know he gave her the flowers, she just wanted to make sure.

"why of course, silly? who else could've did it?" Joker joked about, chuckling.

(stage name) giggled along, but her expression turned from happy, so somewhat melancholic, remembering the things Dagger used to do for her, I mean, he would also give her flowers every now and again.

"I see you're still wearing the sweater I got for you..." Joker looked at the old sweater, it most certainly didn't look old though, it seems to him that she takes very good care of it, still looking brand new as ever.

"yeah... it's my favorite sweater if you couldn't tell." she smiled at him, finally warming up to him, after all of the years of slowly pushing him away.

"I was wondering if you would like to come with me, around the area... where I had saw the roses."

"I would be more than happy to."

walking away from the circus grounds and into the very field he found the roses, more had started to appear, even more than yesterday, much to her amusement, she fell down to her knees and cusped one of the flower heads in her palms, mesmerizing the beauty of this pale pink flower, it almost... looked like heaven to her.

"these roses... they're just so beautiful... I wish I could take them all!" she cried out tears of joy as she got up on her feet and ran around the fields like a playful child.

Joker watched as she giggled and cheered, he picked up one of the roses, careful not to pick his fingers with the thorns, walking up to her...

"hey..."

stopping in her tracks to look up at him, he held up the flower to place it on her head like a hair accessory, giving her a loving smile.

she had returned his smile, and the moment begins as the two lean in towards each other for a slow, passionate kiss, her arms snaked around his neck as his wrapped around her waist to pull her in closer, slightly moving his fingers towards her lower back.

the kiss lasted for a moment before the two pulled away, realizing what they had done, staring at each other with loving expressions, high off of the euphoric rush of intimacy.

"I finally got you to give in, (stage name)... you finally figured it out... that I loved you..."

"so you were the 'special one...'"

the two had pulled away from each other, Joker holding onto her hand with his non prosthetic loosely, wrapping his fingers around hers.

"let's head back, they're probably wondering where we are right now." (stage name) giggled, my goodness, she hasn't felt this flustered in days, it's like that magical feeling of holding love for someone had just seeped itself back into her.

the two new lovers had trailed themselves back to the circus grounds, holding their hands together...

"you don't mind if I sleep in your tent for tonight, do you?"

"not at all."

finally reaching to the tent after having a conversation about their affections for one another, joking around and recalling childhood memories, her realizing that the ideal man she wanted was the man she held her hands with, looking into his violet eyes lovingly as he returned her loving stare.

opening one of the tent flaps for her.

"ladies first.."

(stage name) giggled as she walked in the tent, she had been in here numerous times, mainly just to hang out, a memory she had around the first few months of this circus was her asking him to sleep with him after she had a really bad nightmare.

she sat on the bed, her legs were closed together and she clasped her two hands and placed them on her legs, looking around the room as Joker was at one of his desks, it seemed as if he was preoccupied with something, she didn't want to bother him, so she just sat there, boredly but deep down, excited for what could happen next.

she decided to do something she might end up regretting, but getting a little playful with him shouldn't warrant any negative reactions.

slyly getting up, sneaking up behind him and landing a smack right on his ass, she quickly ran back to the bed and sat on it in the same position she once was.

he turned over to her and gave her a smirk, appearing to not necessarily mind it, if it was anyone else no doubt a confrontation would've ensued.

"you must be hintin' at something, I'm assuming?" walking over to her, standing directly in front of her.

she looked up at the man with a childish smile, a dead giveaway, she was indeed the culprit.

"and if I am?" (stage name) gave him a sassy response, her eyes read "take me" to him.

and soon as you know it, she was pinned onto the bed with her arms above her head, she let out a playful squeal and propped her legs in the air, spreading them to go around his waist.

she couldn't see how he was slowly growing erect from glancing down at her area, seeing her undergarments covered by her fishnet-like leggings.

but it all had hit him.

"what's the matter?" (stage name) asked him, seeing the clear concern on his face, he leaned down, their foreheads were touching.

"do you want me to continue?" he whispered to her.

well, (stage name) was a virgin, and the thought of sex usually never crossed her mind, until now... but then again, this is the opportunity where she can loose her virginity.

Joker knows very well that she is most likely inexperienced, so he wants to be extra careful with her so that something doesn't go wrong.

"yes." she whispered back, noticing the nervousness in her voice.

"I'll be gentle, I promise" giving her a kiss on her nose, raising up to get a good glance at her body, oh boy, he didn't even know where to start.

the embarrassing thing is, he was a virgin as well, due to all the time stealing, living on the streets and occupied with the circus, he never really had the time to think about sexual activities, not even with (stage name), but now that the time had came for it, the offer to take this opportunity is right in front of him, and is hesitantly eager to grasp it.

the first thing he reached for was her neck, leaning back down to grasp his lips onto her soft, silky skin, getting a whiff of her scent, it was his favorite scent, a lovely soft rose tinted perfume.

(stage name) ran her hands through his arms, taking off his jacket and placing it beside her.

raising up from her neck to swiftly take off his vest, to reveal his shirt underneath, he didn't seem to want to take off his shirt.

reaching back down to now give her another kiss, this time more passionate than the one before, he slid his tongue into her, playing around with hers, for some time before he pulls back and looks at her with loving eyes once more, appreciating the bare beauty of his lover.

"I never thought a woman as beautiful as you had existed..." Joker quietly told her, running his hands down her body as he cusped one of her breasts into his no prosthetic hand, slightly squeezing it, making (stage name) softly moan.

slowly taking off her sweater, to reveal that she had only a bra underneath, slightly chuckling to himself before saying how cold she probably was only wearing this hoodie.

"you'd be surprised how warm this thing keeps me." she joked, before glancing down at his bulge, poking out through his pants, as if it was begging to be released, she honestly didn't know how he kept it so calm.

pulling one of the bra cusps down to reveal her bare breast, revealing her hardened nipples, gliding one of his fingers though the sensitive spot, making her whine softly, putting one of her arms above her head and slightly arching her back, it was a sign to him to continue.

"it's not hurting you, is it?" he was so concerned with making the wrong move, but kept it calm and composed, continuing to play with her nipple, before reaching low to slide his wet tongue across the top, making her release a gasp-moan sound, before taking the entire nipple into his mouth and slowly swishing it around his tongue.

he snaked his prosthetic hand slowly down her tummy, and placing a hand on her leg, pressing it down to force it in a flexible position, but he forgot to do one thing!

mouth releasing the nipple leaving behind a *pop!* sound, reaching down to his pants to unbutton it, revealing his underwear, his bulge sticking out even further, noticing that pre cum was leaking through.

"it's... big..?" (stage name) glanced down at it, wondering to herself, 'how can he be able to keep that big thing in his pants!? one wrong move in public and it's over!!'

Joker nervously chuckled, glancing down at his own, and looking back up at her.

"yeah... it is kind of big down there, even I can admit that."

leaning back down to place her left leg up to to a missionary like position, whilst leaving her right leg free from his grasp, making contact with her neck once more, softly kissing and leaving small little marks here and there but not enough to where someone can notice from afar.

he moved his pelvis so that his bulge can make contact with her moist area, slowly grinding on her, back and fourth, back and fourth, her clothed lips rubbing against her clitoris softly, making it give her a desperate, sensitive feeling, she could feel her hole gaping for a cock to be placed in her tiny virgin hole.

"J-Joker......." she moaned out his name softly as he was dry humping her.

"who's making you feel good like this?" he said seductively in her ear, making her grow even more wet even going as far as to slightly staining his underwear.

"y-you... you!" she softly yelled, he wasn't even gliding himself onto her, pressing himself against her, raising himself to place his hand on her waist and picking up the paste to go slightly faster but remaining in a soft position to where it wasn't aggressive, so that the both of them could feel the pleasure.

getting high off of teasing her pussy, the moans she let out was euphoria in it's purest form, he couldn't help but let out a couple of soft moans himself, but they came off more as groans than anything.

finally having enough, he removes her leggings and underwear to reveal her moist pussy, a string of serum trailed as he pulled it off her, looking down hungrily at it, he felt his mouth water, leaning down and beginning to feast, licking off the liquid that dripped from her pussy, staining the bedsheets wet.

gliding his tongue against his clitoris, making her let out a slightly louder, pleasurable moan, placing her hand on the back of his head as she lightly presses down, indicating that she likes it.

a finger is shoved lightly inside of her hole, swishing it around inside of her, tickling a bit since it was his prosthetic one.

she couldn't help but jump a couple of times a slightly giggle, the sounds she made was beautiful to him, he could just make love to her over and over again if he wanted to just to hear her lovely moans.

before she could ever reach the end, he pulled his lips away from her, and his finger out, raising himself back up to now fully take out his cock, slapping it a tad bit on her lips, and not the ones on her mouth, putting his cock in between her lips, they were still wet enough for it to just slide himself in between her.

he could look down to see the nervous look she gave, reaching down to give her a reassuring kiss on her cheekbone.

"don't be scared, love, I'll try my best to not hurt you.."

before slowly sliding himself into her, feeling her hole stretch as far as it'll go, before it reaches its breaking point, it felt like an unbearable, but not overtly painful sting, he kept kissing her face and neck to reassure her of the sensation, before sliding in far enough to reach her cervix, making her loudly yelp in a sound that was both a mixture of pain and pleasure, her eyes widened and her head threw itself back.

startling Joker, looking up at her with slight concern.

"did something happen?" he asked.

heavily breathing, she looks back down with a normal expression. "it's alright, just struck a spot is all.." she assured him with a heartwarming smile, which he returned.

raising himself up to begin thrusting slowly, the stinging sensation was not yet gone, it was a new feeling for both her and him, cowering over her, looking at the expressions she gave him, he loved the looks her face gave him as he went in, and out.

moaning out his name a couple times, she was getting hot and heavy, slight drool was rolling down her face as she looked down at his cock thrusting in her with half lidded eyes, her stomach showed a small bulge from when he moved in.

"you want me to go faster?" he asked her.

"yes.... please.."

moving slightly faster, hitting her sensitive spot over and over and over, almost driving her mad, juices were splashing slightly as the sounds of wet clapping and moans were filling the tent, both of them letting out their pleasurable sounds, hers being louder than his.

"you like it when i fuck your tight virgin pussy, don't you?"

"y-yes!"

"say it, say who's fucking you..."

"Joker ..."

"who?"

"Joker!"

"that's right..."

the way he talked to her, it made her secrete more juices, she loved the way he dirty talked her, telling he who's pussy it belonged to... and...

"do you think he could've fucked you like this?"

putting emphasis on 'he,' knowing exactly who he's referring to.

"no!" she yelled out as he went faster, and even faster, before eventually slowing himself down, almost targeting towards "that" feeling again.

before eventually letting out her juices, squirting all over his pants, "ruining" them.

he didn't even have the chance to pull out from her, letting all of his serum travel inside of her, swimming towards her womb.

he stared down at her body before pulling out swiftly, heading over to his dresser to change into different pants, he seems as if he was in a hurry to go somewhere.

"whats happening?"

"I have to go.." swiftly walking over to her and landing a quick peck on her lips. "but I promise I will be back in the morning." heading out of the tent.. disappearing...

waiting for him to come back....

she ends up falling asleep on his bed, not even caring enough to cover herself with a blanket.

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months had passed on after the two had made things official, a well recognized couple around the circus grounds.

it had just been revealed that (stage name) had been pregnant for 7 months, her belly protruding out, sadly having to take a hiatus from circus performances because of the baby.

Joker had taken very good care of her, she looked lively, healthy, and flourished, of course there were times where she would feel down, her odd cravings he tried his best to satisfy, and the never ending affections the two shared with one another, led her to give birth successfully to a beautiful baby girl.

the two decided to name her... Julia.

a couple of years had passed and Julia was 2 years old, she started to take the attributes of her father, his hair and eye color were very prominent in her, so it was most definitely his child, that's for sure.

and there would be more years to come... let's hope for a better future.

#black butler fanfiction

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