#I think I could throw up looking at this gif for too long /pos
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The Christmas Rumble
“Alright Alright! Listen up my dearest demon-humans! For the holiday rumble we’ll decide who’s doing what! Now everyone write your names on the pieces of papers and I’ll throw them into my top hat!”
The former Upper Moons respectfully groaned and cheered as everyone took their respective slips of paper and pens that you had them pass around. Spread across and in front of the circular sofa; the papers made their way around enough for you to collect them all. You made sure to turn around to Muzan who was pouting in the leather arm-chair behind you.
Flipping your hat off you begin to shake it, full of the names of the humanified Upper Moons. Thanks to whatever mysterious force isekai’d them to your world, their demon statuses had been revoked. Time is reversed for them long before their encounters with the demon slayers. You had gone on long enough without them discovering their origins and you’d like to keep it that way.
“Alright first pick for head of decorations iiiissss–”
“Please let it be me! Please let it be me!”
It was Daki or Ume who was pleading that it’d be her. You almost felt bad for what you were going to read.
“Kokushibo!”
“Noooo!”
Daki screamed, glaring at her feet while she dug her nails into her arms. Gyutarou simply put a worried hand over his face; which had a resigned look with a splash of embarrassment. While they weren’t demons anymore they still respected their leader, who was smiling at the 1st Upper Moon.
“Kokushibo as a decorator, eh?”
Kokushibo refused to look up, while Daki shot a glare in his direction.
“Master…please.”
“Hey Kookie its not so bad!” You decided to pipe in. “You are basically in charge of everyone getting in the Joyful mood! Which is super important this time of year!”
A small smile crept on his face as he looked to you.
“(Y/n)...”
“Besides I’m always happy to help and you’ll have your assistant!”
“What about me (Y/n)!?”
Hanging on your waist was Daki, no longer having a tantrum on the couch. With no doubt phony tears she hugged at your waist; purposefully making puppy dog eyes up at you. You didn’t mind her forwardness but Muzan did.
“Daki, you’ll get something I promise. I just can’t give the position to you without being unfair to the others.”
“Who cares about the others? Don’t you love me?!”
The ‘L-word’ had many perking up. Even instigating Sekido to fling his slipper in her direction, lightly plopping off her head. She turned slowly with a growl rising in her throat. Gyutarou also snapped to attention clutching a throw pillow as he glared at the humanized clone.
“Oi oi you looking to lose your hand today!?”
“Guys! Guys!? Come on not now please!”
“Grrr I just washed my hair (Y/n! And it threw it at you too, (Y/n)! Don’t you think it should be disqualified?”
“It?! Why you selfish little b–”
“Watch your tongue or I’ll cut it off!”
You wanted to move between the two, only for your trek to be stopped by Daki who seemed insistent on keeping you in place. Right now it was pillows but you knew it would escalate. Aizetsu looked as though he would cry while Urogi and Karaku began to laugh. Also amused another Upper Moon clapped.
“Ooo how exciting! Who knew assigning positions could be so fun?”
“No! No, Doma this is not fun this is–”
“A mess (Y/n).” Muzan interrupted, matter of factly. “I suggest we should post po-”
“Oh? Are we fighting with pillows now!? What are you all children?!”
You tried again, “Zohakuten…”
“Shut up!”
“Hey don’t tell them to shut-up, brat!” This was Daki still clutching your waist.
“I’m higher than you!”
“So? You can barely reach the table now.”
He growled at her to which she returned the favor. Meanwhile the others were getting quite violent with smashing those pillows against eachother. You’re sure just a second ago you caught Urogi straight-up punching the newcomer Gyokko. You could hear the embarrassed sigh from Kokushibo and the giggles-turning to laughter from Doma. Somehow all were still oblivious to the angry aura surrounding Muzan.
“At this rate there’s only one way to get them to stop.” Akaza spoke earning the attention of those not participating in the pillow-brawl this had become. He shot you a look before looking at the hat and back at you. You smiled nodding your head as you got the message. You took a big breath readying your vocal chords for a much needed shout.
“ALRIGHT! Who ever stops fighting both verbally and physically gets to choose who works with me them as well as their position.”
In a manner of seconds the room had quieted. Gyutarou settling to glare at Sekido who returned the favor. The other iterations of Hantengu settled down as well, leaving Daki to quickly scramble back to her seat. All semblance of fighting had ceased as they waited for your verdict.
You nodded in thanks at Akaza, smugly sending a look towards Muzan who had an unreadable expression on his face. You turned to the group with a triumphant smile.
“Alright everybody so the winner is–”
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“This sucks! This isn’t fun at all!”
“Stop your whining Urogi and finish your piping! I’m going to be mad if you screw up these cupcakes with your sporadic designs.”
“But your always mad!”
“Shut up!”
Even though he was shouting at his team it was nice to see…most of Hantengu’s clones working together. Sure, Aizetsu was whining about something, Karaku was playing with dough, and Zohakuten occasionally yelling at the former two. But this was nice.
A far cry from the usual chaos these four tended to create.
Speaking of chaos you spotted Douma and Kokushibo dawning their hand-made ugly sweaters as they played (read as: fought over) the soft tape measure. Kokushibo surprisingly took up the task of stitching the ugly sweaters together having found sewing and crochetting as his latest hobby. Douma, after whining about not being able to work with you decided he’d join the 1st Upper Moon. No doubt, totally planning to be the biggest obstacle Kokushibo is going to have to face.
“Oh (Y/n)! We’re working on taking measurements, just come over here and I’ll ack–”
The blonde was caught in an unrelenting headlock that had him gasping for air. The one performing the headlock, was Kokushibo trying to wrench the cloth tape measure from the other’s tight grip. He casually looked to you and bowed his head.
“I apologize (Y/n) but while we’re on the topic. May I get your measurements?”
You chuckled nervously. “Uh how about I send it to you later, okay?”
Kokushibo nodded, tightening his hold on Douma who had the nerve to whine about it.
Passing by them you happily watched Daki, rocking a spare cosplay of a bedazzled captain outfit, as she ordered her brother and Gyokko around. Both joined (also read as: blackmailed into joining) her team of decorators. Pointing her manicured index in tandem with her shouting orders only stopping when she saw you in her peripheral.
“So what do you think? I know you said…whatever you said about tradition or whatever. But I figured some other colors would go better than red and green here.”
“Oh wow. That really is…fantastic.”
That’s all you could conjure as she posed near the mantle that looked as though a confetti canon was turned into a strip of garland. You rubbed at your eyes as you spotted the doorway surrounded by mistletoe. You rejected the urge to shudder.
“Why all the mistletoe? For the tradition you only need one.”
“She said somethin’ about there being ‘no case of plausible deniability.’” Gyutarou offered coming down from the ladder he was on.
He sent an apologetic and tired look as he stared back at his her handiwork.
“Sorry if this isn’t the look you were going for…she wasn’t exactly willing to honor it.” You both looked to the pink bats she began hanging on the wall. “Like at all.”
A smile spread on your face. “It’s fine. All I wanted was for you guys to make the holiday you’re own. So if your happy that’s all I can ask for.”
A fervent blush spread across his face, forcing his eyes to trail away from you as he kicked at the ground. You were too cute! Before you could ask if he was okay, Gyokko stomped into the room holding one of his many handmade ceramics. That of which resembled a disfigured child painted with a swirl of various colors. If it wasn’t for the…unfortunate inspiration of past memories, you’d say it’d fit perfectly with the theme Daki was going for.
The head decorator sneered. “Ew you don’t plan to put that near my christmas decor, do you?”
Gyokko obnoxiously growled, ”Shut up! You’ve been telling me from the get-go how to dress this disaster of yours–”
Daki let out an offended gasp.
“Disaster!? Why you have some nerve! I should just tell (Y/n) how you got your ‘inspiration’ for those misguided portraits you made. ”
“--You wench! Those were a beautiful!”
“They were nude and badly drawn! If I wasn’t destined to see it myself one day I’d draw it just like you–a desperate cretin–would!”
“Guys how about you both—Oh My Gosh!”
From fingers poking into one another’s chest to kitchen knives they seemed to get a hold of. Moving to intervene, you’re suddenly jerked backwards behind Gyutarou who is arguably getting more red than before.
“I’ll break it up….you’d be upset if Gyokko bled out right?”
“Yes! Of course I would!”
“Figured. I’ll try to get him out…in some piece.”
He forged on and you were grateful he offered in the first place. Unfortunately just being human against former-demons who’ve successfully killed in their human forms doesn’t make you equal. In fact your more often surprised at the vast difference in strength.
Speaking of strength you turned your attention to see a ladder tapping haphazardly on the window. You run to the door quickly donning a coat and hat before running out to the ladder by the window. As you suspected Akaza was on there wobbling occasionally as he set the lights.
Putting your foot on the bottom of the ladder, stabilizing it. The Upper Moon looked down at you. No longer in danger of falling at any time you scold him.
“Akaza! I told you to wait for me! I or my helper would of helped you!”
He sighed,”I wouldn’t want to bother you or the Master anyway.”
“I’m bothered because you didn’t ask me! I’d also me be more than bothered if you fell down this ladder!”
You’re sure he’s laughing as he finishes putting up the lights, sliding down with expert ease. Still holding onto a leg of the ladder you’re finally face-to-face with the decorator of the outside, smiling smugly as he pushes past you.
“Thanks for your help (Y/n). Now will you go inside? I wouldn’t want you catch a cold.”
Putting your hands on your waist, you made a face. “Stop acting like I’m made of glass, Mister and let me help!”
He unexpectedly grabs you by your shoulders, easily lifting you up and placing you out of his path. Shaking his head he reaches for the other lights he left on the ground before beginning to unraveling them. You stomp your foot before catching up to him, you begin to help grabbing the other end of the tangled string of lights.
“Don’t underestimate your helper, Akaza.”
“I never said underestimated you.”
“You didn’t have to.”
You playfully nudged him as you began to succeed in detangling it. Missing the way he longingly looks at your focused face you only recognize his sudden change of mood. Following his line of sight you watched the man with fedora beckon you from the door of the house. He stops his creeping hands, the ones that nearly intertwined with yours along with the messy knot of lights.
You debate ignoring him before sending a look to Akaza. He shakes his head giving a woeful smile as he nudges you in the direction of the door. With a dramatized huff you leave the untangled lights to follow Muzan who urges you to follow him into the house.
“Was there actually something you needed me for?”
“Does there have to be anything?”
“I already decided that I’m going to help everyone get ready! What could you possibly need?”
He quirked an eyebrow, casually snatching the hat off your head before turning. Easily dodging your attempts to grab it back as he calmly pretended to study the trim, that had a brand name inscribed.
“I need you. I don’t need any other reason.”
In a desperate attempt you pulled at his sleeve, making his cat like eyes flick to your frustrated face.
“Well yeah but you kind of do. Everyone needs me today.”
Fasterthan you could comprehend, pale hands unzip your jacket holding you close to his towering form as he peeled it off your shoulders.
“Perhaps but I always take priority.”
You struggle against him, “No you don’t. Everyone matters-”
He pulls you even closer by the coat, your arms still within the sleeves. Rendering you unable to pull away as you’re trapped by the coat’s design. You looked up at Muzan attempting to hold your stance as the heat of his breath danced at the top of your head and intense gaze stayed on you.
“Not like I do.”
In swift movements the coat was off of you, Muzan was hanging your jacket, and the door you walked through was closed once more. After a glance you went for the door again only to stop at the grip on your wrist.
“Muzan.”
“(Y/n).”
You wriggled your wrist as he pulled you close. With his arm wrapped over your chest, he let you struggle as his hold was unrelenting. When you relaxed, you could now feel that heated breath on the lobe of your ear.
“Are you finished?”
“I-I don’t understand you Muzan.”
“And I, you.”
“Could you just let me go, I want to help everyone.”
“Then you can help me.”
He stepped forward, forcing you to follow his steps as he guided you both to the steps. You stopped struggling after skidding your feet along the floor did nothing to brake his path.
“What do you need help with?”
He didn’t bother to respond instead opting to tickle your neck with the cool sharpness of his fangs. Threatening to pierce your skin, it was telling enough. You relented, willingly letting Muzan led you to the room he claimed his own. Holding his hand instead you found his stare to be…forgiving.
“This is the season of giving is it not?”
Strewn on the former-demon’s bed, you held your hand over your heart as if trying to still it’s frantic beating. His pale hands cupped your own, trailing the length of your arm until it led to your shoulder, then to your neck.
“It is.”
“Then for this Christmas,” he gingerly caresses your jaw. He leans in with his ever-insistent fuschia stare honing on his prey. Swallowing a scream you closed your eyes as he trailed down your neck to the buttons of your shirt.
“Give yourself to me and only me.”
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Bedeviled | Chapter 1: A Deal with the Devil
Pairing: demon!jungkook x female reader
Genre: E2L, romance, horror, drama, angst
WC: 4.4k
Warnings for this chapter: strong language, brief mention of alcohol, manipulation, jk is hot but a pos...that's all I think, enjoy!
"And what will you give me?"
The man on his knees trembles, his hands clasped as he tries to contain his tears long enough to speak.
"Please, please, I- I'll give you anything, just please save-"
"Anything?"
The man nods frantically, bowing his head, "Whatever you wa-"
"How about your soul?"
"M-my soul?"
A simple nod in reply, nothing else.
No negotiations.
The poor man gulps and nods shakily, "Ok."
A smirk spreads on the demon's face as he crosses his arms, the tattoo of a dead rose being strangled by a serpent on his outer bicep stretching as he does, "Looks like we have a deal."
A piece of the roof dangles tauntingly above them, threatening to fall at any second, the rest of the small shack fairing no better.
The fallen angel lounging in the torn black leather recliner chuckles, shrugging, "Not my problem you suck at the one thing you're supposed to be good at."
"Shut the fuck up, JK."
Long dark hair falling into his eyes, the amused demon shakes his head.
He's jerked up though in the next second when the enraged blonde grabs a handful of his shirt and is about to throw a punch.
Before he can, the dark-haired devil grabs his wrist and twists it enough to where it would break, if that was possible, "I would think twice before doing that, Sav," he whispers calmly.
Sav just glares at him before ripping his hand away, "Just fucking wait."
Standing up, JK stretches his arms above his head, groaning loudly as he twists his back until there's a satisfying crack.
"I've got work to do," he drops the glass bottle that's been dangling from his hand for the past hour, no more liquor in it anyway.
He ignores whatever words Sav shouts after him, walking out of the shed as he jerks his head to the side roughly until his neck cracks.
As he's walking, the faint sound of whispering echoes in his mind, the words he knows all too well repeating over and over again. A smirk spreads on his face as he rolls his eyes.
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"Hey, doll."
The girl on her knees fumbling with the matches gasps loudly as she turns, the match box slipping from her fingers.
"Who are you?" Her voice shakes as she stands up.
The handsome stranger hops off of the fence he was previously perched on, the seductive smile on his face growing larger the closer he gets to her quivering figure.
"Don't you know? You’re the one that summoned me.."
She gulps, "Are you a...d-demon?"
He walks even closer, taking her chin between his thumb and pointer finger, "I can be whatever you need me to be. What's your name, darling?"
Unable to look away from his piercing gaze, she answers quietly, "Jia."
"Jia," Her name falling from his lips makes her knees weak as she nods, "And what can I do for you, Jia?"
"I- I was wondering if you could make me beautiful..."
The demon chuckles lightly, "Make you beautiful? Aren't you already?"
She shakes her head, "The boy I'm in love with doesn't seem to think so."
He tuts in disappointment, "Well, we can't have that now, can we?"
Jia shakes her head.
"Mm, well why don't we just make him fall for you instead? We won't need to change you at all."
"You can do that?" She breathes in disbelief.
He shakes his head as he chuckles at how naive she is, "I can do whatever I want, sweetheart."
"Wow," Jia looks up at him in awe, her eyes wide.
The same look they all give.
Nothing new.
"What's your name?" She asks suddenly, trying not to stare at the tattoos covering his arms.
Same questions too, how very entertaining.
Humans are all so small-minded.
"What's more important is the name of the boy you want."
"Oh," She wrings her hands, "His name is Wooyoung. Can you really make him fall in love with me?"
He nods, "I can. For a price."
"What do you want in return?"
"How about your soul?"
"My soul?" Jia takes a step back, frightened.
"Oh come on sweetheart, you didn't think you could make a deal with the devil and keep your soul, did you? I don't take any other offerings. It's this or I'm gone, and I won't be coming back." When she doesn’t answer right away, he turns to leave, an evil grin appearing when she calls out.
Just like he knew she would.
"Wait!" She sniffles, "...you promise he'll love me?"
They can never resist.
Smothering the smile and turning back, JK takes a step closer, "Until the day he dies," he whispers.
"Ok, I'll do it," Jia says softly.
He licks his lips and takes a step back, crossing his arms as he observes her carefully, "So, we have a deal?"
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"Who are you?"
Different soul, same silly old questions.
JK sighs as he walks over to the teen boy sobbing at the foot of his mother's bed.
"I'm the one that's going to give you whatever you ask for."
The boy wipes at his eyes, beyond confused, but he won’t risk not talking to this man if he can help him, "A-anything I ask for?"
"Anything."
"Can you...can you make my mother well again?"
The tall stranger with long dark hair and a trusting smile, nods.
"Yes, I can. If that's really what you want."
"It is," the teen wipes his eyes again as he walks over to the mysterious man, "Please make her better."
"I can only do it if you give me something in return."
"I don't have any money or anything expensive to trade..." He says sadly.
The demon chuckles, "I have no use for such things."
"What do you want?"
A smirk spreads on his face as he looks at the broken human.
They're all so ridiculous, aren't they? Willing to throw anything around to get what they so desperately want.
"I know of something you can give me."
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Money.
Fame.
Power.
Love.
Health.
Courage.
Strength.
Material goods.
Humans will trade their souls for anything, unaware of how their selfish desires will fade away as they do; growing feeble and pathetic, until there's nothing left but the ghost of their youth, cowering in a corner until old age disposes of it.
And what do they leave behind?
Nothing.
Nothing that those weak humans ask for will ever change what lies ahead.
They all die.
And no one will ever remember them.
JK sighs as he walks through the blackened trees, tilting his head side to side to stretch his neck, rubbing it as he groans.
Sav isn't going to be happy when he finds out that some of his humans already made a deal with a devil that isn't him.
He smirks and starts to rub the knot in his shoulder.
The sudden sound of a twig snapping catches his attention. He turns, expecting to see Sav coming up on him, anger in tow.
So it takes him by surprise when he sees no one.
He stares at the closest black tree. A moment passes as he just looks at the thick trunk, unamused.
"I can hear you breathing," he eventually says, arms crossing over his chest.
There's another snap of a twig and he rolls his eyes.
Finally, the stalker steps out from behind the burnt bark.
JK's eyes widen in shock when he sees the wide-eyed girl looking in his direction.
How in the fucking hell did a human get here?
"Sorry, I uh- I didn't mean to startle you." She can't even see him, nothing but a dark silhouette standing among the trees.
He just continues to stare at her, noticing the way she blinks to try and focus and see him in the dark, "Who said you startled me?"
She frowns at the deep voice, thinking for a moment, then she shrugs, "I guess I just assumed I did."
JK takes a step towards her, "And what, pray tell, is a human doing this close to the entrance of the Underworld?"
When he moves closer, a sliver of red light that's coming through the trees illuminates his previously dark figure.
The second he steps into the blood red light, she freezes, eyes wide as she comes face to face with a demon. His dark hair is on the longer side and frames his face, his obsidian eyes appearing to glint slightly. A dark chuckle rumbles through his chest as he takes in her state; clearly frozen in terror, eyes the size of saucers.
Silly, stupid little human.
"What's the matter, doll? Devil got your tongue?"
You can't bring yourself to answer, it feels like a rock was lodged into your throat as you stare at him.
"I-"
He chuckles again, arms crossing over his chest.
The action draws your eyes to his bulging biceps.
You can't help but notice his tattoos, both his arms are covered in them; skulls, thorns, flames, barbed wire and plenty more unpleasant things you force yourself to look away from.
But one in particular catches your eye.
On his right outer bicep, there's a red rose, but it's dead and being strangled by a serpent that has something dripping from its fangs.
All of the tattoos are in black and gray, apart from the rose. The purpley red color makes the tattoo pop considerably against the others.
You gulp and drag your eyes back to the demon's face to see it smirking.
"What's your name, little human?"
You suddenly snap out of it and take a step back.
You're not an idiot, only an idiot that wants their soul taken will give a demon their name. Not happening.
When you don't answer, his eyes narrow and he takes a step closer, "I asked you a question."
Forcing your feet to stay planted, you jut your chin out in an act of defiance, but it only makes him chuckle again.
As if you could resist him.
You could never resist him.
Humans, the weakest link of them all.
JK licks his teeth as he looks you up and down.
He's amused to see you in a simple long white dress that goes to your ankles, and a floppy oversized brown cardigan. Black flats cover your feet, bits of mud smeared on them.
Not exactly the attire one would typically wear for a trip to the Underworld.
So, you're not very bright and you look pretty innocent.
Excellent.
"You stop right there," You hold your hand up when he takes a step closer.
He only stops for a second out of pure shock at your bold words, then he walks closer and closer until you're backed into the burnt tree.
"Ouch!" You lurch forward when the bark sears the palms of your hands that made contact with it. Thankfully you pulled your hands away before the tree did too much damage, only leaving two small red marks.
"You can certainly talk," he muses, eyes dragging up and down your body.
You cross your arms over yourself, feeling exposed even though you're practically covered head to toe.
"Let's try it again, shall we?" He leans closer, "What's your name?"
You just stare back at him, not allowing yourself to give in to the urge to drop your gaze.
"I'm not entitled to give you that information-"
He scoffs, "Looks like the little human did her research. Then you'll know I could still torture it out of you," The look in his eyes tells you he would gladly do so.
"I'm not clueless," You say praying your voice doesn't tremble, "I know what I'm doing. And I know you wouldn't dare touch me."
"Is that so? Enlighten me."
"You're a demon," You say.
"No fucking kidding-"
"And that means you can't resist a deal."
JK looks you over once more, becoming intrigued.
"Go on."
"Technically you can hurt me if you want, since I willingly came to the entrance of the Underworld, that rids me of protection."
His brow quirks as he listens to you ramble.
You most certainly did your homework.
"But the one thing you can't do, is take my soul."
He sucks his teeth, wanting you to just get to the point already.
"You can't take my soul without my permission, and I won't give it to you, unless you help me."
Ah, there it is.
"Alright, what do you want?" His hip tilts as he looks at you, bored.
"I want to be immortal."
He sighs, of course that's what you want.
All humans are the same.
"Easy."
You shake your head, "I don't want you to snap your fingers and tell me I'm immortal-"
"Well what the fucking hell do you want then? Stop wasting my time-"
"I want you to take me to the Flame of Immortality."
That shuts him up.
The demon just stares at you in silence for a full two minutes, until you're squirming with anxiety.
"The Flame of Immortality?" He finally speaks, glare piercing your very soul.
He's unsure how you uncovered the existence of the Flame, which raises his suspicions even more.
You nod, using all your strength not to bolt. You hadn't expected to come face to face with one of them so quickly, especially since you didn't technically cross into the Underworld yet. Yes, you made sure you knew everything you needed to before coming here, but it's still a shock to be faced with this demon in the flesh.
No amount of time and studying could have prepared you for it.
JK takes another moment to look you over.
Definitely innocent.
More innocent than he's seen in a while, which is a shocker. Not many humans are able to keep their soul so untainted no matter the efforts they go through. Especially these days.
You're all just stupid humans after all, far from perfection.
"How did you know it exists?"
You gulp, "Desperation will lead you to many secrets."
"Ah, and where does this desperation come from? Why would you want to live on earth with the pathetic human race for all of eternity? Want to continue to watch them fuck everything up on their own?"
You don't answer, just keep your mouth zipped shut.
After a while, JK sighs, "If I take you to the Flame, what are you going to give me in return?"
This time it's your turn to scoff, "If I did enough research to know the Flame exists, why wouldn't I know that the only thing you'll accept is my soul?"
He grins and you curse yourself for feeling a slight stutter in your heart.
What in the Heavens is wrong with you?!
He's a demon! A wretch!
You just hadn't expected him to look like…this.
You knew that demons would initially be attractive, yes, they have to be. If they weren't, humans wouldn't fall prey to their sinful actions.
Sin is attractive, until you see its true form.
That thought snaps you back so fast you almost get whiplash, taking a step back from him before he can try any funny business.
"So, we have a deal? The Flame of immortality for your precious little soul."
You shake your head, "I'll eventually give you my word that you can have my soul but not until your side is fulfilled. I'm not a fool, blindly trusting a demon is not the plan. You may not have my soul or my name. Not until I get what I want."
His eyes narrow at your stoic expression, determined to keep that pure soul of yours until you get what you came for.
Maybe you aren't so stupid after all.
Makes sense, carrying around a soul like yours, you can't just trust anyone.
That's exactly why he needs it.
"Fine, I'll take you there. Any human's word is no better than that of a thief's, but I suppose neither is a demon's. You'll get your Flame, but I assure you that if you try and leave before giving me your soul, you'll regret it. You might think that you outsmarted me and believe living forever will help you, seeing as you won't die and be dragged to the Underworld to live with me," His sinister grin spreads, "But that isn't the case, human."
You swallow thickly, "How does it work, then?"
He shrugs, clearly not willing to spill his little secret, "That's for me to know and for you to find out. Besides, since you did all that digging around and you're oh so knowledgeable, then you know you've already crossed the mortal world's line, and you can't get out of here without my help. So, what choice do you really have?"
"Do you promise to get me there and back?"
A brow arches before he laughs loudly, "Demons don't make promises, sweetheart, only deals."
Nibbling on your bottom lip, you think through everything one more time.
Looking up at the dark red sky through the trees, you take a deep breath. You're not leaving this place until you get what you've been searching for, what you can only get here.
JK watches as you pinch your eyes shut and mumble something to yourself, then you stick your hand out, eyes still closed.
He chuckles darkly and takes your hand, giving it a firm shake.
He's not going to let this one get away from him.
"Deal."
When he lets go of your hand, you can finally breathe again, but your stomach turns horribly.
You're not getting out of this wretched place, not without his help.
Not sure if God can hear you from here, but you hope he forgives you for making a deal with the devil.
JK's smirk only grows as he lets go of your hand.
After a moment, you shift on your feet.
"So...which way do we go to get to the entrance?"
This seems so ridiculous, as though you're walking the streets of New York City and asking a stranger where the nearest restaurant is.
The demon standing in front of you turns and starts walking, stuffing his hands into his pockets, "The Flame is at the center of the Underworld."
"The center? How far is that?" You hurry to catch up with him, struggling because of his long stride.
He scoffs, "Thought you did your research."
You gulp, already losing your breath because of how quick he's walking and the thick smokey air here.
"I did, but there isn't exactly a map of the Underworld in history books," You snap back.
JK stops and turns, almost making you slam into him when he gets up in your personal space, forcing you to take a step back.
"Yeah, neither is anything about the Flame of Immortality, smartass."
Your nose scrunches in displeasure at his offensive words.
"So, how did you find out about it?"
You move around him and start walking, "Telling you everything about me wasn't part of the deal."
He takes a deep breath before turning to look at you walking, hands clenched in fists at your sides.
He needs to stay calm.
The last thing that can happen is you running off on your own and being discovered by another demon. They'd snatch you up quick and he'd never get another chance to get your soul.
Focus.
She's stupid just like the rest of them, she'll slip up eventually, they all do.
Just need to wait it out.
"Wrong way, mortal," He calls out, satisfaction seeping in when you stop awkwardly and look around, trying to see in the dark forest.
You hear his footfalls coming closer behind you and can't help the chills that go down your spine. Mission or no mission, deal or no deal, he's still a demon. You won't be safe until you're out of this place.
As he walks past, his shoulder bumps into you, knocking you roughly.
You purse your lips and say nothing, repeating to yourself the reason why you're here and why you can't mess this up.
You can do this, ____.
Freezing for a second, you eye his back suspiciously. You only continue walking when he doesn't react.
I knew they couldn't read minds, that was just a myth.
If they could, you'd be doomed.
You grab your skirt and hike it up to about mid-shin so you can hurry after him without it tripping you. The uneven, rocky ground is doing a good enough job of that already.
"Hurry up."
You purse your lips and breathe out through your nose slowly, tripping on another rock as you try to catch up.
"Hurry up," You mock quietly, focused on your footing.
"I heard that."
Looking up again, you see him even further ahead than before.
"How did he hear that?" You mutter, shaking your head.
JK glances back just in time to see you trip on a log and faceplant right into the forest floor.
"Ow," You groan, trying to push yourself up, spitting the dirt out of your mouth, "Ew, why is it so salty??"
"Might not wanna get any more of that in your mouth."
Your eyes widen and you start spitting and dusting off your mouth as best as you can, panic setting in, "Why? Why, what's wrong with it?!"
The demon just stands there and watches you start frantically trying to get the dirt off of you.
"Why do you keep asking stupid questions?"
You glare at him before standing up, "There's no such thing as stupid questions."
"Wow, so wise. Only an idiot would say that."
You huff and look down at your dress, knocking off the rest of the dirt until there's only a few smears left that aren't very prominent.
Your cardigan seems to have escaped unscathed. Pulling it around you more, you walk over to him just in time as he starts walking again.
-
It feels like you've been walking for hours and you're starting to sweat.
It's getting so hot.
"How long is this forest? When will we get to the gate?"
He doesn't answer you, just keeps walking.
"Why-" You pick up your skirt again and run until you come up to his side and try to keep his pace, "Why is it so hot?"
"Maybe because you're wearing a sweater on your little journey to the Underworld," he says sarcastically, earning another huff from you.
"Is it always so hot this far from the entrance?" You ask as if he didn't just treat you like an idiot moments before.
JK rolls his eyes, "Are you always this stupid?"
"Are you always this nasty?" You snap back, then you realize what you said and your cheeks redden.
Of course he's always this nasty, he's a demon.
Don't be foolish, ____. You've already got enough cut out for yourself.
When he doesn't respond and continues to stare ahead like he's bored and doesn't even care that you're speaking, you decide not to continue the conversation.
More time passes as the two of you walk quickly and silently, then you finally stop and hold up a hand, breathing deeply, "Hold on now, wait a second."
He stops, letting out a loud sigh, surely trying to make sure you know how irritating you are.
You're well aware.
"What is it now?" He snaps.
"I need to catch my breath."
He sighs again.
Fucking humans, so damn weak.
"Hoooo," You're bent over with your hands on your knees, taking in shaky breaths. You hadn't planned on speed walking through the forest. You hadn't planned on meeting a demon so quickly either though, so clearly the whole plan is messed up already.
You look up to see the demon standing there, hip cocked, and arms crossed.
"I wouldn't take so long if I were you."
"What? Why?" You try to hide the panting in your voice.
"Didn't you read about the forest?" He asks in mock surprise.
Then it hits you.
Oh.
Wait.
You stand up straight and look around, focusing on the sounds around you.
Or lack thereof.
No birds or squirrels can be heard or seen, which is to be expected. The silence of the forest is almost deafening.
Why would animals want to be anywhere near the entrance to the Underworld?
Unless they’re...
A howl pierces the air and your throat clenches up painfully, your wide eyes looking over to your delighted escort.
"Guess the hellhounds already caught your scent, little human."
You hurry over to his side, "They w-won't hurt me if they know I'm with you, right?"
When he doesn't answer, you step behind him, "Right?"
"They'll do whatever they want," he says calmly before turning and continuing his leisurely stroll.
"We need to hurry up then," You say as you catch up to him, "If they get me first, you won't get your end of the deal either."
"I'm aware."
"So you'll make sure they don't hurt me?"
"Not a bodyguard, simply a guide," he mumbles, eyes trained forward and a smirk playing on his lips.
The hellhounds aren't what you need to be worried about, ignorant human.
You gulp and glance behind you at the sound of another howl, the sound making your skin erupt in goosebumps.
-
"How close are we?" You ask, trying to mask the anxiety in your voice.
It's starting to really get hot, sickeningly so.
Gulping and pulling your sweater around you more, you glance up at him.
"We're almost there."
You thought you'd be relieved to hear those words, but instead, your stomach turns.
A few minutes later, you see an opening in the trees, a massive stone archway just outside of the dense forest.
"Why aren't the hounds inside? Why are they out here?"
He ignores your question, which you've already grown used to.
Another few minutes pass, the stone structure getting larger the closer you get to it.
"Here it is," JK says, stopping a few feet away and turning to look at you.
The look of terror on your face makes him chuckle as he looks back at the stone archway.
"Having second thoughts, sweetheart?"
His honey voice melts your fears away as you turn to look at him. A false sense of security envelops you as you look at his kind smile; mentally pulling you in.
With a sudden jolt, you snap out of the trance he put you in, taking a step away from him and crossing your arms over yourself as he grins at how easy it is to deceive you.
"No," You say firmly, "I'm not. I'm just hot and tired is all."
Looking back at the cracked stone, your eyes drag up to the top of the arch to see words in jagged ancient writing, carved into the rock.
Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'intrate
"Gather your strength little human," The demon whispers seductively in your ear, his cold breath sending chills through you, "You're gonna need it."
a/n: I hope you guys like this new fic! hold on to ya butts, this is going to be a wild ride.
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I had a dissertation written about Chis 'Clown'' Evans and his racist, pos gf Alba Baptista but fuck it. Y'all already know the tea. My issue with all this bullshit is how his PR/ CAA agency are gaslighting his fans. I'm not one of his biggest fans. I didn't really get into his acting roles until the fist Captain America film which I watched in 2020 for the first time. He did a PHENOMENAL job! Chris has talent, he's really great at stunts, he has the build of a super hero- everything seemed to align for him. Until he got a little too cocky (no pun intended).
He was rocking the Gray Man premieres/interviews. Breaking the internet with his looks and fans eating up all of his interviews. Then he dropped this... I'm laser-focused on finding a partner bullshit. You should have seen all the women on Twitter throwing themselves at him, of course, he never replied to any of them. We know he had his hands full (of shit).
SMA comes around and people are psyched because Chris Evans finally gets the title but... a little blurb about him dating then 25 y.o. Alba Baptista for over a year sends the internet and the fandom into a meltdown- let a lone they were breadcrumbing, her team and gargoyle friends trolling his fans; and to top it all off- here bffs are Nazi sympathizers, racists and fatphobes. Chris has too many pictures of him with Alba and sitting with that crusty booger Justin. I honestly am disgusted by Alba, Justin and Kiko; these assholes have the nerve to make fun of people's race and appearances when all three of them look like the witches in Hocus Pocus.
Justin gave a half-assed apology on Twitter but people could tell it was insincere. Kiko allegedly has an entire website dedicated to Neo-Nazism. You trying to tell me Alba doesn't share the views of her radioactive roach friends? The three of them are delulu. First of all, the Warrior Nun fandom really hyped Alba the fuck up like she was Zendeya of Selena Gomez. Alba isn't a good actress. I tried watching Warrior Nun and couldn't get through the first episode bc her acting so terrible. I read an interview where she said she never took acting lessons, that's the only thing I believed Alba hasn't lied about- her lack of acting lessons. Furthermore, for all the hype her pr tried to do for her, she's low rent. No, I don't think she's that pretty either- another lame wannabe starlet with fake tits who badly edits her Instagram photos.
Chris Evans is stupid. I can't put it any plainer than that. He prob got a bunch of nudes from Alba and he thought he hit the jackpot. I DO believe they were in a relationship but due to the long distance between them- I think they both idealized love, got caught up in the sex and confused it with actual love- which I don't think either one of them knows what real love is. I was team PR for a minute but then I saw how Chris and Alba interacted at the Ghosted premiere: They stepped out the car together, he said something to her and she laughed. That didn't convince me that they were in love but they're definitely fucking.
Again, Chris Evans is stupid. He took a two-bit Jennifer Lawrence wannabe and put her racist, delusional crazy ass on a pedestal and let those 3 ugly, pasty-face, racist, fatphobic, acne-riddled morons mess up his fan base. All because of what? Love?
There is a Bible scripture 1 Corinthians 13 that says:
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. 5 It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. 6 Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. 7 It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
I don't care if Chris and Alba break up or stay together because the damage is done. His PR abused his fans and he let them do that. He's proud to be with her- that Valentine's Day photo dump looked janky but reall enough to see they were dating. We've all seen pics of her letting us know she was at his houses in MA and VT- she did it bc she thinks she's queen of the Evans' castle or some delusional shit. The girl is NUTS. So what does that make him?
Chris Evans is a fuckboy, a privileged cis-hetero male who maybe grew up around a few POC but his environment was predominantly white. I think he's okay with racist comments bc he prob has some in his own family. That's why he's been so comfortable having Alba and her pitbull face friends IN HIS HOME!
I need Chris to throw away the A Starting Point app- there is no way in hell he can go back to that Mr. Goody two-shoes image. I find him to be manipulative and calculating and yes - RACIST! He's been too comfortable around those gremlins for Portugal for too long to convince me otherwise. He just wants to sweep all of Alba's and his own bullshit under the rug. Chris Evans is also delusional. He can't blame the fans that supported you for 20 years and think you're going to be respected. I know he has been bullied but he brought this shit on himself for hooking up with a racist, antisemitic spoiled fucking brat.
Well, as you can see, I longer like Chris Evans, lmao! I just think he's a fucking douche bag that thinks he's cool with his dumb-ass, clownish goofy younger gf who thinks she's a star. Alba thinks she's hot with her big ass head, she look like Ghostface from Scream without that photoshop and makeup.
Chris is the poster boy for performative liberalism, pseudo-intellectualism, and complete head-assery. I can't get over how someone builds a successful, 20-year career and throw it all away for a racist, vomit-inducing trash box like Alba Baptista? An insecure man-child with deep-rooted low self-esteem who needs people around him to kiss his ass and soothe his wounded ego.
I don't hate Chris Evans, I don't like all the fuckery and drama his actions caused, he's just another Hollywood idiot with a pretty surface and a hollow brain. I hate shitty diaper Lolita Alba, crusty-ass Justin, and tire track-faced Kiko bc I hate racist& nazi sympathizing fatphobic assholes.
I really hope for the best for his fans because y'all didn't deserve any of this. I just can't with Chris, he's been fake af since Nov 22' or even longer than that- pretending to be this idealized version of himself; trying to be Steve Rogers when he's more like Steve Segal: mediocre, problematic, and consistently starring in terrible movies with a bad lace front wig.
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Midnight moments with Seventeen
Seventeen masterlist Group Masterlist
A/N: Under a read more not because it’s suggestive but because 13 members and a very long post
S.Coups/Seuncheol:
Any down time of his was usually spent sleeping and you really couldn’t blame him. Ever since you had started dating Seungcheol, you’re downtime was definitely spent taking naps more than anything else and well, you loved it.
This night was a little different, but the general idea was the same. You could feel Seungcheol’s fingers dancing over your sides as you talked, drawing shapes on your skin through your shirt. “You know what’s most surprising about tonight?” He asked hands coming up to cup your face with a smile. “Hmm?” You asked lazily, placing your hands on his bare chest. “That it’s midnight on a day off and I haven’t fallen asleep yet.” You laughed at his words, before he rolled you both over so he laid on top of you.
“If you’re not carefull, you’ll become as lazy as me on your days off.”
Jeonghan:
“Just know, before you I had never done this before.” You said and he laughed, getting ready to kick the ball. “I could tell by how you kick.” Jeonghan joked and you shook your head. This was something you don’t do often, soccer at night and it had become something you and Jeonghan would look forward too when the opportunity presented itself.
With just the two of you, it was fun. Running around the empty park lit up only by the glow of street lighting and the moon, laughing and playing like kids. Especially when you missed a very open goal, it was highly amusing. “Wahh, you really suck at this. You would think the more we do this, you’d get better.” He said wrapping his arms around you and tackling you to the grass gently. You shoved him slightly with a laugh, not wanting to give in to your loss.
“It’s okay, I still love you even if you suck at soccer.”
Joshua/Jisoo:
It was the simple text around midnight that asked: Do you want to go for a drive? Which meant, Joshua couldn’t sleep, not that you were complaining. Late night drives were a blessing with Joshua, filled with hot cocoa, cookies, some good music and some 1 on 1 time with him.
“Couldn’t sleep?” You asked as you sat down next to him. “Maybe, or maybe I just wanted to spend some time with you.” He turned his head with a cheesy smile and you laughed. “So you couldn’t sleep.” “Yeah I couldn’t sleep. BUT, I did bring you hot cocoa with whipped cream.” He said, handing you the cup and kissing your cheek. You smiled at him, sipping the drink gently because it was hot.
“Where should we go? Drive by the beach, or go through the city?”
Jun/Junhui:
You couldn’t help but doze off slightly to the sound of his voice, your brain wasn’t even registering what he was saying at this point either. Jun’s voice was just so comforting and it was late, his little trick to help you learn Chinese faster wasn’t going to work at least not at midnight. He had come up with the concept of reading books to you in Chinese, to help you learn.
“Yah, are you sleeping?” He asked, the book shutting loudly to make your eyes shoot open. “I’m sorry, I was dozing off.” You admitted with a little laugh. Jun put the book down and moved to lean over you. “If I had more time in a day I would read with you in the afternoon and not at midnight.” He was apologetic towards you for that, but he didn’t need to be. You absolutely understood. You pushed his hair out of his face and smiled. “Let’s just stop reading tonight, go to bed.” You whispered and tried to convince him, only for him to smile.
“Let’s finish this chapter.”
Hoshi/Soonyoung:
“So just twist this way-” “Like this?” You asked attempting to mimic his movements only to hear him laugh heartily. “I mean, you’re not wrong but you’re not right.” He explained and you stood up straight, crossing your arms. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” Soonyoung wrapped his arms around you quickly, tucking his face into your neck.
You had come to keep him company in the practice room, because he was alone and it was late and now he was teasing you. Your back pressed against his and you looked in the mirror. “It’s okay, I won’t make you dance again.” He said softly and you laughed. “You’re trying to be sweet but it still feels like you’re laughing at me.” You said and Soonyoung burst out into laughter.
“That’s enough practicing for today, how about we just go home and watch a movie or something.”
Wonwoo:
You could feel his eyes on you as you flipped through the pages of your book, he wasn’t paying attention to his own at all anymore. You often late night read together, it was something you both enjoyed. Being able to sit in silence together, immersed in different stories but still together. But now, he was just watching you as you read.
“Book boring?” You asked, placing your bookmark between the pages. “Everything is boring compared to you.” Wonwoo smiled cheekily and you hid your face in your hands in embarrassment. “You’re delirious, go to bed.” You said, watching him get up from his chair to drop down to his knees in front of you and take your book from your lap. He grabbed your hands and looked you in the eyes, seemingly going to say something very serious.
“How about we go get some ice cream or something?”
Woozi/Jihoon:
It was refreshing to be with Jihoon in the studio but to not have him working. You had managed to convince him to take a break, which ended up in him laying on top of you on the couch as you played with his hair. You were simply listening to him ramble on about the newest Going Seventeen episode and what they had to do.
“They set up this whole course, it was absolutely insane. I really wonder how the producers come up with this stuff.” He explained and you had to laugh. “I’m amazed at their creativity. Wish I had some of that while working.” He continued and you kept petting his hair. “Nah, you’re plenty creative and good at you’re job.” You smiled and he shook his head.
“You’re supposed to say that, you’re dating me.”
Dokyeom/Seokmin:
Curse restaurants that were open late, especially really good pizza joints. Late night snack you both called it and well, you absolutely loved these moments with him. “Midnight pizza should be illegal.” Seokmin said and you nodded, taking a bite of your own pizza. “To some of your managers, it probably is.” You joked and he sighed.
“You spoiled the fun with one sentence.” He laughed and you joined in. “Sorry.” You laughed out and he rested his head onto your shoulder. “We should probably head home soon.” He added, finishing his pizza and throwing a napkin on to his plate. He turned in his chair to look at you with a bright smile before pressing his forehead to yours.
“Thank you for coming out with me when I’m craving pizza at midnight.”
Mingyu:
“I can’t believe you crave cookies at midnight, beg me to make them with you and then also spill the dough.” You whisper yelled, trying to keep quiet for the other members in the dorm were sleeping. Mingyu was a laughing mess on the floor, covered in flour and dough. “I’m sorry.” He choked out and pulled you down to the floor with him.
“What’s going on in here?” Seungcheol asked, hearing the ruckus that came with the mess. It must’ve been a sight to his eyes. “Mingyu wanted freshly baked cookies.” You said, attempting to pat out some of the flour in his hair. Mingyu simply smiled at you as you did. Seungcheol simply raised his eyebrows and walked away, not wanting to deal with it. Mingyu pushed up off the ground, helping you up with him.
“I’ll clean this up. Maybe we should attempt this tomorrow again.”
The8/Minghao:
You were perched on the foot of his bed, scrolling through your phone as he went back and forth through his closet. Glancing up every now and then to look at him. “Okay, do these work together?” He asked, showing off the outfit he had put together. Minghao often did this late at night, when he was worried about what to wear out the next day.
“It doesn’t not work.” You said and he scoffed. “Right, different shirt.” He said, pulling it off swiftly and going back to his closet. You shook your head with a laugh, returning to aimlessly scrolling on your phone. Only for him to huff and join you on the bed and placing his head on your shoulder with a sigh. “It’s hard to be fashionable isn’t it?” You asked and he nodded.
“So exhausting.”
Seungkwan:
One hand held his while the other held your fish cakes as you walked through the park. Seungkwan had finished work early (but still midnight) and wanted to take a walk with you, so there you were, at midnight, under the promise of being treated to fish cakes.
“So how was practice?” You asked and you could physically feel him sigh. “I’m so tired today, I don’t know why?” He said, gesturing for you to give a bite of your food. “Maybe because it’s midnight and you’ve been dancing all day.” You suggested and he shrugged. “Right.That could be it.” He took the fish cake skewer from your hand, eating the rest. You looked at him with disapproval, snatching the skewer back.
“You owe me another one.”
Vernon/Hansol:
“Okay but how would you style that?” You asked, pointing to the absolutely ridiculous hat on whatever clothing website he was looking on. “I would just style it. Put it on my head and wear it.” Vernon teased, adjusting his laptop on his stomach as you both aimlessly scrolled.
“Those shoes are cool.” You pointed and he nodded. “Want me to order them for you?” He asked and you started laughing. “I thought we were just window shopping?” You asked, dropping your head onto his shoulder and pulling the blankets up over your own. You watched him add them to his cart with a smile, before adding that hat.
“When am I ever just window shopping?”
Dino/Chan:
“We have to come up with a penalty.” You said, before starting your tekken match. “A penalty, you sure about that?” Chan asked, raising his eyebrows at you in question. “I’m very sure... how about loser pays for our late night snack tonight.” You suggested and he shook his head.
“No, no it’s too late for that anyways. Think bigger.” He started, pausing to think. “Loser buys the other coffee for the next 2 months.” He suggested and you hummed. “You’re on. Lee Chan your coffee money is mine.” You said and redirected your attention to the tv. It only took a few moments for your character to knock his out and he was laying flat on the floor, staring at the ceiling.
“Why do I always have to one up the bets, it always bites me in the butt. Even with you. But okay, starting tomorrow I’ll get you a coffee everyday.”
A/N: This took me forever. I need to get back in the swing of things in writing for Seventeen.
#seventeen#seventeen reaction#seventeen scenario#s.coups#jeonghan#joshua#jun#hoshi#wonwoo#woozi#dokyeom#mingyu#the8#seungkwan#vernon#dino
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This is me officially submitting my voucher of “whatever ask I want to ask”.
So! Give me all your thoughts on Zhaozai (and maybe what you think the reactions of certain people would be to hearing about it? Could be Iroh, or Zuko, or (more self indulgently) Jee, or June).
And if you’re in the mood for it, mayhaps you could throw in your thoughts on when Zhao finally gets to deck him 🥺? If not, that’s chill.
For the record I still say you wholly won.
Goddamn. Pretty sure I’ve had a month to think about this one. I won’t reveal everything, har har, nice try. That’s for you to find out when you’re grey and old and I finally publish the first chapter.
And I am OMITTING the spirit aspect because... just scroll down and look at this thing. That’s how long it is without going into Zhao’s messed-up origins. The theory comes later, and Crooked’s been waiting longer than you, so shh, shh...
Major trigger warnings listed as they appear: violence, war/conflict, emotional abuse, loss of a loved one (death, grief), physical abuse, sexual abuse (may be read as hinted at), poor mental health, trauma, suicide (hinted at), bad ending
WELP, let’s get started! They say all great ships are summarized in one quote:
“Everything in the world is about sex, except sex. Sex is about power.” - Oscar Wilde
Part 1. Wow. Oscar Wilde Gets It.
Ahhh, Zhaozai. I don’t think any ATLA ship is as tied to sexuality as them. The promotion jokes? Infinite, timeless, golden.
Though it may be something to *clears throat, adjusts monocle* pontificate on.
Historically, sexuality has made breakthroughs for social change, so it isn’t as dismissible as we make it: from as early as Eve and Adam, the allure Bram Stoker’s Dracula ascribes to women, prostitution and Victorian-era reform, to the gay rights movement, present and ongoing. But you aren’t here for me to dissect the cultural redefinition of our capacity for (or inclination to) attraction, so let’s jump ahead. It’s understood that love is strange and powerful, no need to harp on that - recognized in our world as much as in fiction. If sexuality aligns with power, there’s no two firebrands that chase their symphony in history like Ozai and Zhao. And in spite of Sozin’s Law? A hot bonus!!
Now imagine the supernova when their goals collide, or worse, conflict... welcome to my OTP!
Something to clear up beforehand, because it’s been bothering me a shit-ton: I loathe Ozai. The combination of asshole parenting, an abusive marriage, and forced dues to an awful authority hits too close to home, and I only take the fucktard in small doses. The dynamic where Zhao falls headfirst into devout obsession leaves a sour, sour taste in my mouth. Deifying a (dick)tator that benefits off the sacrifice of men and women who routinely go through the hell of loss, exhaustion, indoctrination, rinse and repeat... No way is Zhao licking his boots here. In fact, I have it the other way around.
Writing a character as the focal half of a piece isn’t the same as adoring them. Maybe I want to see them skewered through the devil’s horns.
And HEY, what better way to unleash hell than have a ship embody the tug-of-war between an iron-fisted leader and a soldier grappling for his own voice?
I take Zhao, I fill him to the brim with the rebellion and wild nature of a trailblazer, an upstart, a knife to the heart of a sustainable regime. A regime built on undermining the individual and parading the whole, collateral be damned... Now here’s this guy, bent on leaving his mark, processing his grief, wrapped up in soul-searching as Ozai (representative of authority, ideology, fear, take your pick) attempts to crush that spark. An attempt that fails without as much grace as Zhao inversely retains in his last moments, when he chooses not to live, a choice so many soldiers don’t get to make. Dark shit, but I don’t mind my coffee black.
On the other hand, Ozai’s phoenix is put out, and never rises again. Sweet, sweet justice. From the start, he’s after power and validation, seeking completion with Azulon, Iroh, Ursa, Azula, and finally Zhao again. The mythically powerful surface burrows out the emptiness underneath - just like his daughter, he’s a force to be reckoned with, sharp as a tack and deadly to trifle with. Without an empathetic connection, they resort to hurtful means of binding others to them, and not everyone gets as lucky as to break away and find freedom:
I may want to vacuum suck out his organs and mail them to Hannibal Lector, but it doesn’t mean I won’t write a human Ozai, the son who resembles Ilah more than Azulon... which is definitely going to pinch the feels. Zhao isn’t spared either. A soldier aware of the lives he jeopardizes for a selfish goal gets his own bitter end. For the massive fight he puts up, he succumbs to disillusionment all the same, seeing as his prison is a cavernous fog for lost souls.
As for the single greatest reason Ozai hones in on Zhao... you’ll have to wait for the theory ;;
Part 2. How Does Their Story Pan Out?
Finally, we put it all together... Be mindful that most of the trigger warnings come into play here.
🚂 Time to board the questionable age gap train! To have both LuZhao and Zhaozai (🧚 / 🔪 ships that fuel me equally - I can have range!), juxtaposed intimacy with two very different royals, I had to plant Zhao halfway, and favoring the prince’s generation... Five years between himself and Lu Ten, and eleven years between himself and Ozai.
Already starting out messy? They get worse.
Their first interaction is when he’s sixteen. Ozai is young, ambitious, finishing his tertiary years at the royal academy in his twenties. Enter a scrawny recruit, pulled by his ear to the front court - caught eavesdropping on classes and taking fervent notes with a smuggled scroll and ink, writing on large leaves and his own arms when he ran out of room. He wanted to know. That was all - the sentence never had an end. Know what? Unclear. Just, to know.
The boy was out of the elites’ loop, more than impoverished, and he wanted in. Zhao was made of kindling, wanted to stamp his footprint at any cost. This was enough for Ozai, who took him under his wing.
The prince had sown the roots of the New Ozai Society long before incident. From the beginning, he always planned ahead; far, far ahead. Ukano was his second-best option when it came to reliable loyalty, pumped full of such idealism that it would have explained the roundness of his stomach if it weren’t for a love of sweets (his wife would go on to always keep them on hand, among them a box of soft, chewy mochi ;)) Ozai’s first option, however, the failsafe that he believed - knew - would serve him without fail? The excitable recruit who drank up every lesson, believing he was sold secrets at the low price of friendship. And at first, the two start out well enough.
(I always thought he looked like he knew exactly what wheels he was setting into motion...)
*ahem* Then happens Iroh. The brother’s shadow he couldn’t crawl out of, insignificance that drives Ozai onto a path of sharp edges and burgeoning malice. The fire in him rages, and so does the persistent absence of Ilah; thinking it was his duty as a friend, Zhao rages with him, too. It’s them against the world - always was, how couldn’t it be? When Ozai turns on him for no reason, for the few, cold moments that fear washes through him, it’s a world that feels much smaller, almost unsafe. But Zhao stays. Learns under the best instructor the prince can find him, Admiral Jeong Jeong - just as cold and brilliant, though there’s a hesitance about him. Ozai calls it cowardice...
Then happens Lu Ten. Serving with as much vigor as Zhao does, a burning glory within him that radiates more compassion than cruelty. It’s a difficult quality for a soldier to have - as the much younger prince struggles to find his place, so does Zhao doubt his, until a good stopping point seems to be with each other. Kissing, you know, arms around each other and held close... that sort of place.
They laugh, snuggle, trail off to pick tea leaves and berries - Zhao doesn’t worry if he said the wrong thing, took the wrong step. Then Lu Ten dies in battle, dearer to him than life, and they go their separate ways: Zhao retreats into himself, hunting for purpose, and Ozai plans ahead. When they inevitably meet again, he’s in his thirties, and Ozai forty-one, on the throne.
It’s all hell loose from here. Ozai’s, guess what, planned ahead - he always has. Azulon is dead and Zhao is the first to be told why. It’s more lie than truth, and it turns him against Zuko and Iroh for good - the reason for repeatedly associating the prince with treason and traitor instead of solely dishonor. It isn’t the first lie he believes. Dozens more. Lu Ten and his cowardly father, plotting insurrection, with ties to an old group Ozai’s intel only knew as the Lotus.
Secrets, at the low price of loyalty and indebted affection. The Firelord keeps his best, most compliant asset on hand (Ozai that’s not how you get a date, please touch grass), and Zhao slaves endlessly for the greatness he enlisted to achieve. When he finally strips the cover off the first lie, discovers it was soldiers that were sacrificed as pawns, among them his friends... well. That spark of rebellion returns, and it’s inflamed.
Zhao, commander, captain, soldier pawn all the same, now too far into the darkness behind the royal family to escape. The shining pillars of a palace that was first to catch the east-rising sun, its vaulted halls housing glory and great men. Once. Zhao sees the truth, sees all too quickly and disappears before he’s caught in the act - which could only mean he sees too much. Ozai resorts to uglier means of silence. Never death. In his mind, mercy is the closest act to love - he always failed to grasp that there were worse choices. Zhao is worn down, slowly, and despite drawing blood when he bit back, dealing black and blue bruises of his own, clutching the ocean scroll tighter and out of sight... war was simple in just one regard. Win more battles, defeat the enemy. He gives in, chooses not to take Zuko’s hand. To the victor goes the ability to wipe the other from existence.
... Exactly what Ozai does. With awful reluctance. It breaks the part of him left to do it - when the anger wears off into isolation, he’s in Ursa’s shoes for the first time. And when all power slips through his fingers, and Ukano turns on him for family, one ideal he never understood - an ideal Zhao had searched for in him, the admiration in his eyes fading in lieu for horror - he’s as alone as his unlover, surrounded by darkness while Zhao is shrouded in pale, cold light.
Even then, the royal wonders - if his arms were inked with the notes he took, ear craned forward to hear inside the classrooms. If he knew, for all his wisdom, where Ozai’s heart had been throughout the years. A cavity in his own chest, maybe... but cupped in the admiral’s hands, a bloody, beating thing, was the only gift the Firelord ever wanted to give.
Too late.
Part 3. WELL UH... Conclusion??
Whoops, didn’t mean for that to get so long. Or weird... half blab and half commentary?
You asked for reactions. Hmm... A large part of Zhaozai is how silent the killing is. A leader that injects their image into every facet of life in order to solidify control - an invisible invasion, a prison with no bars, and then slow, careful suffocation. You know. But if word were to surface somehow...
Iroh would be, appalled? A gut-instinct for a lot of people, I’d say. His tie to Lu Ten, to share the same cord where his son had been their greatest hope, would be quite the *Iroh 👌🏼 fingers* stirring content to explore. Zuko, I see as more upset than concerned at first - maybe propelled onto the path of looking for honor elsewhere than his father’s approval. When he becomes Firelord, he personally makes sure soldiers are given the opportunity to seek mental care, and secures outreach centers for those in trouble.
Jee, ahhh. Don’t know if the SS will make it into my writing in fully-fleshed form, but if I am kind enough to give Zhao friends that aren’t dead when he needs them... Probably the fic wouldn’t get its proper dark ending - probably Jee would stick Ozai in the damn ground or die trying. (Now that’s something I’d read... have I mentioned that I despise Ozai? I feel like I have.) There’s an opening scene trapped in my head now where Zhao’s perfectly hoity-toity until Jee claps him just a little too hard on the back...
June, biiiish. I could see her and Nyla hunting Ozai to the ends of the earth. Westley’s speech to Prince Humperdinck in The Princess Bride, but not one word of it is bluff. Same for Azula, should she end up bonding as quickly with Zhao as I think she would.
And does Zhao ever get to deck him? Yes, yes, they end things with a few loosened teeth in Ozai’s mouth, several heated Agni Kais, but as I said... win the battle, lose the war. That’s what Zhao seems to be to the fandom, isn’t it - the loser? My goal is to highlight every inch of struggle behind it. It’s what he and so many others would deserve - not just soldiers, but all victims of post-traumatic stress disorder and manipulative abuse. If I can do an angle as sensitive as this one proper justice, dig my fingers into the aftermath, the unhealthy patterns, it would mean a lot personally.
#HEED THE TRIGGERS SAVE YOUR SOUL#ukano + sweets and also being ozai’s bff once........ the best idea to come out of this while writing#fuck that goateed shit#zhaozai#ask tag#long post
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Rough Ridin’
Pairing: Bucky Rogers
Summary: Being away from Bucky was never easy for you, and it wasn’t easy for Bucky either. Idle thoughts and such.
Warnings: Smut! SMUT SMUT! 18+ Only! Male oral, some toys can’t say without spoiling, light choking, daddy kink. If any of these situations bother you please read no further.
Word Count: 3,083
A/N: This is for my beautiful Tumblr wife @sagechanoafterdark it is her Birthday today! AAAHH!! Go wish her a happy birthday. I offer to you my goddess wife Bucky Smuts.
Pulling the covers over your head you attempt to block out the rising sun. It was the eighth day you woke up alone in your bed, spreading your fingers over the cold sheet to your side you mourn the missing body.
Bucky had been away on a mission for far too long and while you were updated on his safety, you two had not spoken or texted each other in over a week now. The feelings of detachment were setting in, you weren’t sure how much longer you’d make it. You and Bucky were anchors for each other, both so torn in unique and often tragic ways.
Determined to spend the rest of the day in bed, because what was the point in leaving, you bundled up under a ridiculous amount of layers you had to use without your Super-Soldier. Just as your lids felt heavy with sleep Friday’s voice pulls you from your descent into slumber.
“There’s a package at the front awaiting a signature from Bucky Ma’am.” You flipped the covers from your head looking up perplexed. “Could you please sign for it?”
“Uh, sure?” You rush to get dressed in something other than underwear and Bucky’s shirt, but you leave said shirt on the bed knowing you’ll put it back on once you return.
Huffing and puffing you carry the cumbersome box into your shared living quarters with Bucky. After setting it down your return to your room to change when your phone goes off from the bedside table. Pulling your shirt and yoga pants off to slip Bucky’s shirt back on, you unlock your phone and squeal at the sight of Bucky’s name.
Don’t open the package. I’ll be home tonight. 😘
You chew on your bottom lip a little upset at the sudden communication after radio silence to be instructions for you like you’re a child but he was coming home. Tonight. Deciding to push the insecurities about the abrupt tone you felt from the text to focus on the positive you look in the mirror.
Oh, you were not looking at your best. Between, pizza binging, podcasts, reading and occasional adventure to talk with a fellow Avenger you hadn’t really been doing much upkeep. Looking at the clock you nod your head, plenty of time to shapen up for your boy.
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A hot shower, face mask, shaving, epilator, blow dryer and some good skincare routine you feel not only human but sexy. You could feel your pent up sexual needs blooming at the prospect of Bucky being home soon. The way he knew how to take care of you made your blood boil just at the thought. Pulling a worn but clean Henley from Bucky’s drawer you drag it over your head to pair with your black bikini strap panties. Pulling up your phone your lips spread into a wide smile at missed texts from Bucky.
I can’t wait to see you. 😍
Been thinking about you every day.
Thinking about how sexy you look spread out for me.
I know you’ve been so patient and good 😉
Can’t wait to hold you in my arms
Then hold you down. 😈
See you soon babe.
You felt warmth bloom over your face at how quickly he flipped from your sweet boyfriend to sexy daddy. Your thighs clenched together as your fingers typed an equally sexy and sweet reply. The thoughts spinning through your head at what could unravel tonight would not be good for the countdown of his return. You need a distraction.
You skip your way into the living room, posting up on the couch and pulling your latest book into your lap hoping it’ll help you pass the time. You last awhile, well at least three hours, before needing something to drink and a snack. Leaning against the kitchen island you pop your snack into your mouth, whatever Bucky’s latest snack craving was. It varied from a new health food he wanted to try out all the way to him coming home with boxes and boxes of Oreos.
Speaking of boxes.
Your eyes caught the sight of that heavy box you brought in sitting by the door. Bucky had been so specific in telling you not to open it. Clearly, he was waiting for the notification of it being delivered as the time between your digital signature to his text was brief. What was in there that you couldn’t see? Or maybe he wanted to be the first one to open it?
Your phone goes off again and you rush to the couch anticipating some more sexting from Bucky but frown at the message being from a friend. Reading and replying you set your phone back down to return to your snack, downtrodden at the dashed possibility of more sexts from your boyfriend.
You pause next to the box, your finger in your mouth in contemplation you chew on your cuticle. A habit that could only happen if Bucky wasn’t around, else he’d whisper “You better stop or I’m going to put something much bigger between those lips.” Only to walk off as if nothing was lewd about his suggestion.
Walking up to the box you pay attention to the shipping label this time. You frown at the PO BOX, of course, though you’re perplexed at the lack of company name with returning shipping address. Oh, you were curious, a box you couldn’t open with no clear indication as to why?
What if you peeked into the box? Maybe some tape comes up and you just get a lookie? Flipping your nails over the edges where the cardboard was worn from travel, you contemplate the best way to get a peek of what’s inside.
Shaking your head you pulled yourself out of a ridiculous rabbit trail. He’d be home soon, then he’d open it and the mystery would be over. Though in your personal experience boxes without any company indication or label branding were illicit fun types of packages. You needed to know what was in there.
“Friday?”
“Yes, ma’am?” The delightful Irish AI pleasant to your ears now that you were fully awake.
“Can you scan the package for me?”
“It was scanned before entering the building ma’am for safety protocol.” An evil grin fell over your face, safety protocols being in your favor today.
“Show me the scan.” Without missing a beat the digital display in the living room lights up with a view of the contents inside the box. Moving towards the couch for a better look at the image you tilt your head to the side.
It wasn’t… It couldn’t be what you think it is. Fishing for your phone blindly on the couch as you continue to stare at the box’s contents until your phone is in front of your face. Taking a picture you attach it with a text to Bucky. “Is that what I think it is?”
I told you not to look inside.
Your phone starts ringing in your hands after you read the text from Bucky, without a second thought you answer.
“Hey doll,” the warm richness of his voice hits your ears, you can feel your entire body relax from head to toe.
“Hey,” Bucky gives a sigh of content, your voice doing the same for him.
“You know that’s a technicality right?” The warmth in his voice laced with authority. Oh, you were toeing a line.
“Your text said do not open it,” you justify once more. “I simply used technology to my advantage.”
“Open it.” You blinked at his command, and it was indeed a command.
“Open it, and you better be on it until I get home.” You look at the box then away. You weren’t sure you could do that, but if Bucky told you to do it then you would try.
“Okay,” he grunts displeased with your response.
“Yes, daddy.” You can hear him stifle a groan. It suddenly occurs to you that Steve could be by him, or even Sam. “I miss you, daddy,” you lay it on thick.
“I know what you’re trying to do.” his breaths quicken. “You better stop it.”
“Make me,” you hang up the phone well aware you had pushed your boyfriend but giddy at the outcome. Looking at the now looming box you square your shoulders determined to do what was asked of you. Your phone goes off for a text.
You’ve got two hours.
You shoulder sag, this would be torture, another text came through.
Do NOT cum. 😈😘
Opening the box you pull out the large bulky object covered in plastic wrap. Taking a deep breath you lifted the object up and brought it into the bedroom. Muttering under your breath about lack of super-soldier strength. Pulling it out of the wrapping you unveiled the solid black saddle mount with lifted rectangle on top with a small raised area.
He had bought a fucking Sybian.
After you’ve cleaned it off with the provided cleansing wipes you plug it in, taking the black setting box with you as you straddle the Sybian. Keeping your underwear on for now you were going to start at the lowest setting and see how it goes. Turning the vibrations on you release a soft gasp at the sensation against your clit.
Feeling rather adventurous given the whole debacle leading up to this you turn the vibrations up two more notches.
Dropping the control, you place your hands on the front of the saddle and begin to rock against the vibrations slowly. Throwing your head back and arching your back at the sensations you bit your lower lip, your body tingling all over with need.
You’re not sure how long you were rotating your hips against the vibrations, but as you feel your body start to key up your hands blindly search for the discarded controls. Turning it off you slump down, holding yourself up on your elbows on the edge of the black cushioning. It was comfortable and very effective.
Taking a few minutes you catch your breath and let the fire you had started fizzle out before turning it back on with the lowest vibrations. Your hips rock back and forth without you realizing it. Hands slipping under the henley you pinch your nipples, whimpering out into the empty bedroom.
It’s slower this time, the pleasure rolling through you with gentleness but still raising the hair along your body. The curl in your toes as it slowly climbs. You start to feel yourself key up, eyes closed as the blood pumps through your veins so loud it deafens the sound of the vibrating motor. Without opening your eyes you reach for the control, a small frown marring your face as you open your eyes to look for it where you set it last.
Boots are the first thing you see. Whipping your head up you see Bucky cupping his growing erection while his metal hand holds the controller.
“Bucky,” You whine reaching for the controls. He steps forward, his crotch right at your eye level. He turns the device off and you sigh in remorse, you were hoping since he was there he would let you finish.
His flesh hand caresses your face, trailing down to cup your chin. Leaning down to slants his lips against yours a sigh of relief washes over him, how he had missed your lips, your face, your eyes, your everything. But he’d take stock of that later. Standing up he feels himself falter when you mewl from the loss of his kiss.
“I love you,” are the first words he says to you before he cranks the vibration control to the max. You cry out turning your head down as your thighs clenched around the saddle quivering against the plastic nylon. Bucky unzips his pants, removing his hardening cock from its confines.
When you lift your head up to moan, his right-hand grips the back of your head pushing his cock into your open mouth. Your moan vibrates along his shaft as he pushes himself down your throat.
He turns the vibrations to half power, pulling your head back and forth down his shaft. A moan falls from his lips as your soft tongue rolls around his pulsing cock. Your eyes water as he holds himself down your throat, your nose pressing into pubes.
“Been thinking about this every day.” His words garbled in your ears at the rushing blood but you can make out just enough of his words.
“Eight fucking days just doing recon,” he pulls your head back and you gasp out loud, his metal hand cranks the vibrations back up to max and you cry out. Your hips jerking back and forth on the machine, your voice raspy as you try to mutter out his name but can’t get past the B.
“Then I found this toy on Amazon and had the same-day delivery,” a cruel smile forms on his lips, watching you pant, drool trailing down your chin and dripping onto his henley. Letting go of your head he rips the henley up and off of you. The cool air making your nipples pucker, he trails his tongue over his lips at the sight.
Wrapping his hand in your hair forming a make-shift ponytail you look up at him, those soft blues all you can see as your orgasm starts to climb.
“That’s my girl. Cum for me,” He drops the controller, his metal hand gripping the base of his cock to tap the head against your outstretched tongue. Your soft whines and moans heat his entire body with need. Your eyes scrunch shut, lips encasing the head of his cock, your body rocking against the saddle as a sweeping sensation of pleasure overtakes you. The elusive orgasm finally taking over your body, if it hadn’t been for Bucky holding your hair you were certain you’d fall forward.
As you bask in the euphoria Bucky lifts you up by your armpits. His pliant blissed-out doll, he kisses your sweaty forehead before placing you on the bed face down. Turning around he turns the Sybian off then faces your twitching body. He slips your panties down your body, discarding his clothes as well.
By the time you are coming around you feel him lift your hips up in the air, a soft coo falls from your lips when you feel him nudge your folds with his cock.
“Daddy,” You whimper. That’s all Bucky can take, his pushing through your wetness and bottoming out, his hips flushed to your ass.
“Fuck,” He chants trying to regain his composure, but the way your walls flutter around him leaves him breathless. He cants his hips back slamming back in, your moans muffled into the bed.
Bucky knows he won’t last long, not with how good you feel. He lets go of your hips with one hand, curling in front to rub your clit in tight quick circles to match his thrusts. The clapping of your skin meeting with each thrust echoes off the walls. The force he uses makes your back dip down further until you're almost flat with the bed save where he holds your hips up.
You rub your face into the comforter, your body never fully coming down from ecstasy. You feel yourself begin to build up to the precipice but it feels overwhelming, so quick. His cock dragging along your walls, a particularly rough angled thrust pushes against your g-spot. Crying out you lift your head up.
“Too much!” He growls, only to rebound his efforts.
“No,” his hand on your clit snakes up your body between the valley of your breast to wrap around your neck, pulling your upper half up by his grip. Your walls tighten around him and flutter. Salacious sound of wet flesh hitting, your gushing juices running down your thighs as they tremble, your voice cracking with a moan. It jarring how quickly you cum again.
Bucky can’t hold off, the way you squeeze him, your noises, the shine of sweat down your back. He grunts his hips stuttering in their pace, he lets your upper body down gently as he can manage whilst his orgasm overtakes him. The hot spurts rushing into you pushes a soft mewl from your chapped lips.
He leans over your body, panting hot breath against your shoulder, followed by a kiss to sweat-slick flesh. Then another, between his heavy breaths he kisses along your shoulder blade, down your spine, a soft bite to your plump behind you swat at him and he chuckles at your hand missing him.
Slowly turning you over he crawls up the bed laying next to you. Pulling you to him, his arms wrap around you, soft gentle words pour from his mouth.
“You’re such a good girl,” he kisses your cheek. “I’m so proud of you,” than the other cheek. “I’m so happy you are mine,” he kisses your nose.
“I love you,” his lips press gently to yours, arms keeping you tight against him. When he pulls his lips from yours he notches your head below his, chin resting on the crown of your head.
“I love you too,” exhaustion evident in your soft tones.
“And I’m so lucky that you do.” He gently rocks you against him, relishing having his girl with him again. Sorely tempted to tell Steve to suck it next time he asked him to do a long recon.
You pull away from him after a little bit, finally coming down you need a bit of breathing room. Feeling safe enough to leave your side Bucky hops out of bed to the bathroom to grab a wet washcloth, set on cleaning you up.
As he walks back into the bedroom with a washcloth with a blissful smile.
“Hey,” you call out Bucky hm’s as he gets between your legs cleaning you up.
“That was less than two hours.” You state a matter of fact.
“I kicked Sam out of the pilot seat and got us home faster.” You cover your mouth suffocating the laugh that bubbles up from his response.
“So impatient,” you tease.
“Eight fucking days doll.” He tosses the washcloth near or in the clothing bin he can’t be sure and crawls up your body, holding himself above you.
“Oh, I know.”
“Good, let me help you forget.” He leans down to capture your lips once more, intent on using that new toy a few more times tonight.
#bucky barnes x reader#Bucky Barnes x female reader#james bucky barnes x reader#Bucky Barnes x You#james bucky barnes x you#james buchanan barnes x reader#Steven grant Rogers x James Buchanan Barnes#smut#bucky smut#marvel smut#sage birthday gif
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Unconventional - Chapter 1
Summary: What started out as a little fun between three friends has become something more. Javier’s been welcomed into Steve and Connie's marriage but will this new relationship survive what fate has in store for it?
Warnings: Threesome, Smut, Angst, Blood and Injury 18+
Relationship: Javier Peñas x Steve Murphy x Connie Murphy
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Javier had barely walked through the door before Connie’s lips were on his, her hands tugging at his shirt as she dragged him further into the apartment.
‘Missed you to Mi Amor.’ He chuckled as she managed to remove his shirt and started to unbutton his jeans ‘Why so desperate?’
‘I’ve missed you.’ She utters against his lips, roughly pulling down his jeans and moaning as she took his length in her hand.
‘Steve will be back soon.’ He groaned as she pumped his length ‘Perhaps we should wait for him.’
‘You telling me you can’t fuck me twice in one evening.’ She growled as she bit his jaw.
‘Oh, I can definitely do that.’
Then he’s tearing her clothes off, kissing and biting her neck as he pushes her down onto the soft couch and admiring her laying there bare for him.
‘No foreplay.’ She whines as he crawled up to her ‘I need you now.’
He does as she asks, kissing her hard as he lined himself up and sheathed himself in one swift movement. They moaned in unison, locking eyes with one another for a moment before her hands grabbed at the globes of his ass, urging him to move. She’d never admit it to Steve but sex with Javi is so much more intense whereas sex with her husband was softer, more loving and she longed for him to take a leaf out of Peña’s book. He hooked her leg around his waist, driving himself deeper and she screamed his name as he hit her exactly where she needed him. She came hard, her nails digging into the soft flesh on his back as he fucked her through it. He grabbed her hips and adjusted himself so was on his knees, the new position proving even more pleasurable and within a few minutes, he was tipping her over the edge again, this time pulling him along with her. She grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him into a bruising kiss, moaning as he thrust his hips a few more times to elongate their highs.
‘Better?’ He chuckled, placing a soft kiss on her lips.
‘Much.’ She breathed, letting out a breathy chuckle.
They lay there for a few moments, relishing the feeling of being in each other’s arms but they knew they couldn't stay there forever. Connie took a shower whilst Javier started to cook dinner, the radio playing loudly and covering the sound of the front door. A smile crossed the agents face as two strong arms circled his waist, Steve pulling him flush against his muscular body as he placed a few kisses along Peña’s neck.
‘Evening.’ He mumbled against his tanned flesh, grinning at the hum he received in return ‘The lounge smells like sex.’ He chuckled as he pulled away and walked to the fridge, pulling out two beers.
‘Blame Connie.’ Stated Javier as he continued to stir his sauce ‘She jumped me as soon as I walked through the door.’
‘Starting to think she loves you more.’ He mumbles against the rim of his beer bottle.
‘What can I say…’ He throws one hand up in fake surrender ‘I’m irresistible.’
‘That you are.’ Growled Steve as he pulled Javier against him again and roughly palmed his crotch, grinning.
‘Is there something in the water today?’ He chuckled as he elbowed Steve in jest.
‘Ugh, that smells amazing.’ Said Connie as she made her way into the kitchen ‘Hello handsome.’ she cooed as she kissed Steve sweetly.
‘I get a kiss and Javi gets fucked.’ Steve lets out a sigh ‘I guess you do love him more.’
‘Oh, you’ll get yours.’ Connie purred, proceeding to squeeze her husband’s ass as she grabbed a beer from the fridge.
Things had become strangle domesticated for the three of them. Javier had moved into their apartment but had kept his to keep up appearances, what they had together wasn’t exactly conventional. The sex had also changed as time went on. Javier and Steve had experimented with each other, soon learning they enjoyed each other as much as Connie. It had been confusing for Javier at first. He’d never looked at men the way he looked at Steve, never considered doing the things he and Steve had done together but with Steve it felt natural, the same way being with Connie did. Dinner didn’t touch the sides, the three of them eager to feel each other. Steve prepped Javi whilst the other agent ate Connie like a starving man, his erection becoming painful as she came on his tongue. When he was ready, he seated himself inside her and Steve inside him. The blonde's thrusts guiding his own. Steve finished first and rolled onto his side, enjoying the sight of Javier and Connie cuming together, their moans music to his ears. They then fell asleep in each other's arms. A tangled mess of limbs, sweaty and sated in their sexual bliss.
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‘You both be careful.’ Connie said as she kissed them both goodbye, ‘My shift finishes at 6 so I can make dinner this evening.’
‘Sounds wonderful Mi Amor.’ Javier grinned, kissing her once more before following Steve outside the door.
She always worried when they were spending a day in the field. She feared that one day one of them wouldn't come back to her, that neither of them would come back to her and that was something that would surely kill her. She got herself ready for work, noting the car that Steve had arranged to drive her to and from work sat outside waiting for her. She’s left the volunteer clinic a little while ago, securing a job at a local hospital and she’d felt much more in her comfort zone. Once she was ready she skipped down to the car, bidding her driver good morning before sitting in silence and watching the familiar buildings whiz past in a blur. The man dropped her just outside the hospital, bidding her farewell before pulling away and she made her way inside. She greeted the doctors and nurses on her way to the locker room, thanking her colleague Ava when she handed her a coffee like she did every morning. She stopped beside her locker and punched in the combination, tossing her bag inside. She then picked up her steaming cup of coffee and went to take a sip, only for the smell to make her stomach turn and in the blink of an eye, she’s emptying the contents of her stomach in the trash can.
‘Shit.’ She breathed as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, grabbing onto the wall to steady herself as a wave of dizziness overwhelmed her.
‘You okay Connie?’ Came a voice, Ava emerging from the other side of the lockers.
‘Just suddenly felt sick.’ She replied, resting her head in her hand as she waited for the dizziness to pass.
‘Maybe you pregnant.’ Ava chuckled, giving Connie a little wink.
‘No that’s not possible.’ Connie replied, shaking her head ‘My husband and I aren’t able to have children.’
‘Oh.’ Ava replied, her expression changing to one of guilt at her suggestion ‘You sure?’
‘Well Steve is sterile and my womb is inhospitable.’ Connie replied ‘I was told that it was highly unlike I’d ever conceive and Steve is just simply infertile.'
‘But not impossible for you.’ She pointed out and Connie gave her a bemused look ‘Did you not say you had crazy night with Steve's friend?’
Connie had completely forgotten she’d told Ava that. They had gone out for a girls night and ended up playing a game of never have I ever. One of the girls had said she’d never had a threesome and Connie had been the only one to drink. Of course, then the girls had badgered her to explain and so she simply told them that the three of them had drunk too much and slept together. It wasn’t completely untrue.
‘Could it be his?’
Could it be Javier’s?
She shook the thought from her head. She didn’t even know whether or not she was pregnant.
‘Come on. We get a test done quick.’ Said Ava ‘They can rush it for you.’
‘I don’t know…’
‘Wouldn’t you rather know if you are or no?’
Connie knew she was right. The symptoms were there. Sickness, dizziness and her breasts were feeling tender. The more she thought about it, she realised she couldn't remember the last time she’d had her period. It was never something she worried about too much in the past because she’d known there was no chance of it happened for her and Steve. Ava took her to an empty consultation room and drew some blood, labelling it with Connie’s name.
‘Paco in the lab owe me a favour.’ She said ‘I’ll get the result back soon.’
‘Thanks, Ava.’ Connie replied, giving her a small smile.
She then busied herself with patients, plenty coming in and out to take her mind off of the possibility she was carrying Peña’s child. It was a little after lunchtime when Ava grabbed her, pulling her into a supply closet to hand her the piece of paper that held her results.
‘I can’t.’ Connie said, her hands shaking ‘Have you read it?’
Ava nodded, giving her a look that was almost impossible to read. Connie waited for her colleague to speak, her heart racing and her palms sweating.
‘Well?’
‘You over two months pregnant Con.’ She replied, smiling at her sweetly.
She looked excited for Connie but the blonde wasn’t sure how she felt. It was Javier’s. No one else could possibly be the father. Unless by some miracle Steve had been cured of his infertility. She suddenly felt a wave of nausea wash over her and she was dashing out the door for woman's toilets, emptying her stomach of the sandwich she’d just eaten. What was she going to do? She and Steve had spoken about having children one day. They’d decided that they would likely adopt, giving a child in need the chance to be loved. This was not something however that had been discussed with Javier. They’d spoken about the future, how they couldn’t imagine not spending it together and yet children was never a subject the had come up. How would he take it? How would Steve take it? His wife pregnant with another mans child. She splashed her face with water and rinsed her mouth out before stepping outside just as people jumped into frantic action.
‘Ava? What’s happening?’
’A policeman on his way.’ She states in her broken English ‘American one. Been shot. He critical.’
Connie felt her stomach drop and she fumbled around for something to keep her stable as she felt her knees go weak. It might not be one of them. There are other agents out there. She was pulled from her thoughts by a flurry of activity and a familiar voice yelling.
‘I need to stay with him.’ Shouted Steve ‘He’s my partner.’
‘Steve?’ Connie yelled as she sprinted over to her husband but she stopped in her tracks when she saw the state that Javier was in. She covered her mouth with her hand as she studied him. Three gunshot wounds. One to the shoulder, two to the abdomen.
‘Baby stay with him.’ He pleaded and she was at Javier’s side in a heartbeat.
‘Javi… Javi can you hear me?’
Javier turned his head to look at her as he was wheeled through the halls to the OR, his hand squeezing hers as he tried to smile at her from beneath the oxygen mask strapped to his face.
‘You need to stay with me, baby.’ She begged as they pulled him into a room to be prepped. His clothes being cut away and his stomach cleaned.
Javier pulled down his mask, taking a shaky breath as he smiled at her ‘I love you, Mi Amor.’
‘Hey hey… I love you too.’ She said as she stroked his hair, fighting to keep her tears at bay.
‘I’m s-sorry.’
‘No… No there is nothing for you to apologise for.’ She stated ‘You just need to keep breathing for me.' She paused as she adjusted her hold on hid hand 'For us.’ She finished as she placed his hand on her belly, watching as his eyes went wide.
‘R-really?’ He questioned, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he allowed a few tears to fall.
‘Really.’ She replied, smiling at his reaction ‘So come back to us Javi. So you can meet your baby.’
He nodded before she was guided out of the room and she watched from the window as he was put under before disappearing through the swinging doors into the operating theatre. She watched the spot he'd been in for a few moments, noting the blood that covered the blue floor. After a short while she left, going in search of her husband whilst she swiped her thumb back and forth over her nonexistent bump. She found Steve pacing the hall where she’d left him, his eyes locking with hers and he sprinted to her, pulling her into a tight hug as he wept.
‘How is he?’
‘He’s in surgery.’ She stated as she pulled away from Steve to look him squarely in the eye ‘Steve there’s um…. There’s something I need to tell you.’
‘What?’
‘Not here.’ She said as she took his hand and pulled him into a consultation room she knew to be empty ‘Sit down Steve.’
‘Baby you’re scaring me.’ He said as he perched himself on the bed that lined the wall opposite her ‘Is it Javi?’
‘It involves him yes.’ She started, taking in a shaky breath as she formed her words carefully ‘I um… I felt unwell this morning and so Ava took some blood and sent it off to be tested. Managed to get it rushed through.’
‘What is it?’ He asked, his voice shaking a little ‘Baby please tell me.’
‘I’m pregnant Steve.’ She stated, watching him as his eyes widened ‘And we both know it can’t be yours.’
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Chapter 2
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YOU’LL BE BACK (4)
A/N: Hi! I hope you been fine and safe! Finally here’s the part I been waiting for with a little more Poe💙, I hope you like it! If you want to be tag in this story let me know!
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3
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Yn was helping chewie with the falcon, but as she keep working she didn’t know her brother was watching her, maybe he didn’t know where she was but she knew she her was with Chewie, he didn’t saw his father or any trail of the droid, he hear her sister laugh about something Chewie said as she pass him a tool, he feel how a part of him wish he was there but as soon as the thought came he get back to his room. He stay still for a moment, the sound of his sister laugh keep replying in his head, he didn’t remember the last time he saw her smiling and laughing, he knew her path wasn’t the same as his, but he didn’t want to let her go, he want to be there to protect her, it was his job to take care of her, but he also knew he belong to the darkness, and he knew who can help him to remember him that path, he went to the other side of the room and sit on a chair in a corner.
-forgive me- he said -I feel it again... the call of the light, supreme leader sense it too... show me again the power of the darkness, show it to me so I can’t take the same mistakes my sister made, she was weak but I’m stronger, please show it to me and I won’t let anything stand in our way... please grandfather and I’ll finish what you start it- he said.
-Sir- one of the soldiers interrupted him -We have the location of a droid- Kylo walk to the him -They saw it with the traitor, a girl and... Han Solo.
-What about Yn?
-They didn’t saw it.
-Let’s go, take care of the others, I’ll take care of my sister- He start to walk a out of the room.
-But sir...- the soldier said, Kylo turn to him -The demonstration of the weapon is in 5 min...
-Do you think I care about it? Tell me what is more important isn’t his moment? A silly demonstration or the map?- he could feel the fear in that man -lets go for that droid- he said and he walk away.
Yn was sitting on a ground, they finish with a falcon a while ago and chewie take this time to catch her up with everything they been through, she feel like a little kid again. She remember that when she was little and her father or sometimes chewie took her and her brother to bed they tell them stories about their aventures, Yn prefer the smuggler adventures than the war stories. She was immersed in the story about a job when she felt it, an awake on the force, but the excitement of that moment didn’t last, they saw something on the sky, when she realice what is it, she told chewie that they need to go with her father. As they approach to the castle most of the people were looking at the sky.
-Dad!- Yn said but she stop when she saw the explosions in the sky.
-That was the republic- Finn said as he run to them -They finish it- he said and she nod without taking her eyes from the sky -Wait, where is Rey and BB-8?
-Come with me- Maz told them, she took them to an underground hold -I had this for ages- she said as she open a coffer and take the lightsaber from it, Han recognize it immediately.
-Where did you get it?- he ask.
-A good question for another time- Maz said, she give it to Finn - take it, found your friend- she said and Finn took it.
They start to run to the exits when they hear the battle above them, when they get out, one of the towers of the castle was falling. A few of the TIES were flying above them, but Yn didn’t pay attention to them, she was surprise to feel her brother, she saw his ship on the other side of the castle, she was about to walk to the ship but finn take her by the arm and pull her close to him, she saw a shot from a blaster pass in front of her.
-Are you ok?- Finn ask her, she nod in response -We need a weapon...- he barely finish the sentence when Yn use the force to stop an stormtrooper and she throw him to the wall, she took the blaster, and handle it to Finn.
-You can take this if you let me use that- she point at the lightsaber, he nod.
They start to fight at them as they try to found Han and Chewie, Yn was worried to face Kylo, his last conversation replay in her head, as she was distracted she didn’t notice one of the stormtroopers point at her and shoot, the shot hit her on the right arm, Finn try to help her but a stormtrooper stand between them, but before he can move Yn stave him, when he reach her she knew she couldn’t move her arm so she hand him the lightsaber and she took the blaster, they start to run again when they hear someone calling them traitors, two stormtroopers leave their weapons and face them, Yn saw Finn turning the lightsaber on and she point at the stormtrooper, but she drop it when he kick her, she stand and kick him on the chest, they keep fighting until someone shoot him and the other stormtrooper, Yn turn around to see her father with chewie’s weapon.
-Hey I got it under control...
-Yeah, yeah, I know but... - he wasn’t able to finish the sentence.
-Don’t move- some one yell behind them.
A few seconds later a bunch of stormtroopers surround them and take their weapons, they start to take them to one of the first order ships when one of them point to the lake and they saw them, a few X-wings was coming to them and they start to shoot at the stormtroopers, they took the opportunity and get their weapons and they start to shoot. After a few moments Finn and Yn freeze for a moment when they saw one of the pilots.
-That’s Poe!- Yn said.
-That’s one hell of a pilot!- Finn said as he hug her -I think your boyfriend save us- he joke, but before she can say something a shot pass near them -Well almost.
They keep fighting until the troops of the first order start to went back to their ship, Yn look at her father, who was freeze in his place and she notice what he was watching. Her brother was taking Rey to his ship, when he sense his sister he turn his face to her, she could feel his anger and in one moment she feel a sharp painful through her body, she start to scream, her father and chewie run to her trying to figure it out what was wrong, the pain stop when Kylo left the planet, Finn come running telling them what happen to Rey and after a few minutes a second ship landed, Yn and Han stand quickly he took a few steps to the ship as they saw a few members of the resistances get down the ship, suddenly Leia step down of the ship, she stop when she saw Han standing in front of her, she gave him a weak smile.
-Goodness, Han Solo! It’s I C3-PO, you probably don’t recognize me because of the red arm- Yn could help it and she laugh, that was the moment when her mother saw her, she walk slowly to her.
-Hey mom- Yn said leia took one of her cheeks -I know what you’re going to said, I should wear my hair on a bride or a ponytail in combat- both of them laugh, Leia hug her daughter for a long time but she stop it when she groan.
-What happen to your arm?
-Oh it’s nothing, you should see the other guy- she joke but leia stop one of the member of the resistance.
-Please tell the doctor that we need him- she said -go to my ship and let the doctor take a look to that- Yn was about to protest but she do what she said and BB-8 follow her, Leia notice that Han hadn’t move from his place -I told you that she got you temper- she said.
-You change your hair- he said, she smile.
-Same jacket?
-No, new jacket- chewie get close to her and hug her, when he left them alone, they stay quiet for a moment- I saw him- Leia knew who he was talking about -Leia, I saw our son, he was here, and I don’t know how but I know he hurt our little girl.
-Let’s go to somewhere safe and talk about it- he nod.
After a few couple of stitches later, Yn put on Poe’s jacket again, she didn’t know why but she was nervous to see him again, she keep talking to BB-8 through the journey but the second later after the doors opens, the droid roll as fast as he can, Yn start to follow him, but she was stop by her father voice.
-Hey where do you think your going?
-I’m going to take care of BB-8...
-He’s home, he would be safe, now let’s go we need to talk- he said, but she keep watching as the droid went away, at the end she follow her father, they get in to the control room where her mother was waiting for them.
-Your father told me that your brother hurt you- she shook her head.
-If he want to hurt I wouldn’t be talking to you, he just gave me a warn...
-That was a warn? You were screaming of pain...
-Exactly, if he could do that imagine what he can do if he catch me- she snap -he was warning me to stay out of his way.
-So what are you going to do?
She was about answer but the screaming of Poe looking for leia filled the room, when she turn around Poe stop abruptly, he hug her.
-You’re here and alive and... is that my jacket?
-Oh yes- She said as she was about to take her off.
-No, keep it, it suit you...- a clear of a throat interrupt him.
-I thought he was death- Han said, but Poe didn’t take his eyes of her making her blush -Hey flyboy! If you like your hands take them off my daughter.
-Daughter?...- he said and he look at the solo family and he freak out when he was hugging the general’s daughter but when Yn smile at him he couldn’t help but smile her back.
-I know this is a cute moment and after this end I’m going to tell you I said so...
-No one is going to said that- Han replay behind them.
-Ok, I won’t but right now we had more important things than your love life.
-It isn’t love-Han, Poe and Yn said at the same time.
-Yeah what ever you said- Leia said with a smile -But the kid it’s right, we need to know what the first order is planing.
-We know- Yn said -we can help.
#poe dameron x reader#poe x reader#poe dameron x solo!reader#han solo x daughter!reader#kylo ren x sister!reader#finn x reader
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Everyone was at home, or at least, that’s what you assumed. It was late into the night, the lab clouded in darkness with that far too familiar glow of LED lights keeping you company as you made your way down to the breach room, filled with excitement.
It wasn’t easy keeping things a secret in team flash, but with a rather lesser crew, since Barry had gone into the speed force, it was at least easier to sneak about. Of course, the fact that you were sneaking about and not simply telling your teammates, and friends, the truth had caused its own level of anxious guilt to take over you from time to time, but now was not the time for regret. He was almost here, and you were practically jumping with excitement.
You hadn’t bothered to dump your stuff in the cortex, making straight for the breach room where you could get to him as quickly as possible. It had almost become second nature by now, sneaking him back onto Earth-Two in the dead of the night so you could both spend some time together without the team or his daughter getting suspicious, and while, at first, it had been thrilling, you couldn’t help but wonder if this was how it would always be. Would you always be a secret he kept from the only person he truly loved? Would you always be hiding the fact that amongst all the pain and heartache the team had endured over the years, you had found someone you truly cared about? How long would it even last?
It was so easy to get lost in those thoughts, to lose yourself to what-ifs and thoughts of a future without him by your side.
But a bright explosion of light before you never ceased to bring a smile to your lips as you eagerly awaited his arrival. Blinding blues and whites seemed to take over the entire room, and your chest seemed too small to contain your beating heart. But just before he was visible, something you did not expect happened.
“Breach!” A far too familiar voice called from behind you, panic-ridden and clearly attempting to gain the attention of others. Your beaming smile was stolen from you with that single word, and you didn’t have to look around to see who had joined you. Cisco clearly had not left for the night.
A protective hand grabbed you, pulling you behind him as he readied the pulse gun in a manner you might have considered ironic were you not suddenly filled with fear of what might happen.
“Cisco, no!” you called out, attempting to grasp at the gun in an attempt to keep him from firing.
But it wasn’t your pull that caught his attention, but rather your very presence. With a quizzical gaze, Cisco seemed to finally take you in, dressed in a form-fitting dress that was far from your usual day attire, with hair and makeup done to perfection, he seemed lost to not only your appearance but the fact you were even there.
“Y/N?” he paused. If his tone hadn’t given away his confusion, his furrowed brows and the slight tilt of his head certainly did.
But you didn’t get a chance to answer or explain, the lights behind him were shining all the brighter and you knew you were done for.
A resounding footstep drew the scientist’s attention from you as he half raised the rifle once more before stopping in shock. This was your chance, your small reprieve where you could explain why Harry was there, why you were dressed as you were, to make up some wonderful lie that might stop him from instantly spreading rumours amongst the rest of the team. But as you took in the sight of the man stepping out into your world, all words were far from your mind.
He was in black, that much was a norm, but what was not was the perfectly tailored suit, the crisp shirt that seemed to accentuate the sharp lines of his features, and if that hadn’t been enough, the bouquet of roses he held in his hand had certainly stolen your words away.
“Happy V-” he stopped suddenly, his sights narrowing in on Cisco. To the untrained eye, he may have seemed furious, and while you were certain that there was some level of fury within him at Cisco’s being there, you could tell there were far more emotions at play. The slight glance between you and Cisco, the fear and insecurity in his gaze, the way he chewed ever so slightly on his bottom lip and moved his weight from foot to foot gave him away. But he was never one to show his fears or anxieties, not when he could shelter them away with a well-practised mask of anger.
“Ramon,” he cleared his throat, attempting, and rather failing, at hiding the flowers from view. “I didn’t expect you to be here.”
“Well, what did you- Oh ho ho!” Cisco cheered as realisation dawned upon him. Taking a few steps until he was right in the middle of the two of you, he turned from one to another as if watching a thrilling game of tennis, his grin growing with every movement. “Oh, now it all makes sense! You’re here to see Y/N! Oh man, I can’t wait to tell Iris and Wally this, they are going to flip!”
Your eyes widened almost comically as you finally caught Harry’s gaze, a mirror of your own fear. Panic pushed you both forwards, Harry easily gliding towards Cisco as you attempted to do the same, only to get your heel caught in one of the completely unnecessary tactile indicators that lined the floor. With an undignified yelp, you stumbled forwards, only to be caught by those familiar hands grasping your forearms to help right you.
“You alright?” Harry asked, with a level of concern few had ever been privy to. With a reassuring smile and nod, you huffed out a breath as you fixed yourself. But the moment was short-lived as Cisco’s laughter filled the air once more.
“Oh, this is going to be amazing!” Cisco clapped his hands in front of him, the pulse rifle hanging uselessly once more as he practically sauntered away from you, already halfway to the door. “Harry and Y/N secretly dating, Harry turning up with flowers on Valentine’s Day, a dramatic swoon before he catches her in a daring show of romance… Oh yeah, this is going to be fun!”
You were half ready to throw your shoes off and chase after him when his distant singing reached your ears. “Y/N and Harry sitting in a tree! K-I-S-S-”
“Oh yeah, I’m going to kill him,” Harry sighed, drawing your attention away from your own murderous thoughts towards the man who still held onto you. But his gaze was not on you, nor on the doorway your so-called friend had just left through, but rather the somewhat demolished bouquet of flowers that littered the floor behind him.
“You brought flowers?” it was hardly the most pressing thought you had had in the past few moments, and yet, for some unknown reason, it was the only thought your brain could provide.
A heavy sigh fell from the scientist’s lips as he finally let go of you to pick up the fallen mess of flowers, half of which were mere stems as the petals had given way on their less than gracious fall to earth. With a particularly dejected frown taking over his features, Harry looked over the once pristine roses with utter disapproval. “I know Valentine’s Day is important on this Earth, I thought flowers would be nice.”
A soft smile graced your lips as you made your way towards him, pushing away the occasional petal on your way. “They’re still nice, just messy, I can do messy.”
A huff of laughter was all his reply as he handed you the disgraced bouquet with a somewhat sheepish smile. “So much for a perfect Valentine’s Day, huh?”
Humming gently in response, you gave him a smile of your own, one that you wished held the confidence you needed to encourage him. “Well, once we kill Cisco, or torture him into silence, we can get back to a perfect Valentine’s Day, what do you say?”
But there was no response. No words came from the usually verbose scientist. As the silence raged on, you grew uneasy, until you couldn’t help but meet his searching gaze. You had expected laughter, or at the very least that it would pull him out of his mind enough that you might find Cisco before he told everyone of your secret relationship. What you had not expected to see was a look of wonderment, as if Harry was trying to figure out a complex equation in your gaze.
A heavy blush was heating your cheeks and you desperately wanted to look away, but that was the thing about those gorgeous blue eyes, they were magnetic. Once he caught your gaze there was no power on heaven or earth that could pull you away. After a long moment, you couldn’t stand it any longer, you had to know what he was thinking that had him so very lost before you. “Harry?” his name came out quieter than you had intended, almost shyly, but it seemed to be enough to break him from his thoughts.
With a dry swallow, he took a moment, his gaze never leaving yours. “What if we didn’t?”
An anxious array of thoughts flooded your mind at those words; fearful thoughts of this being the end, of him deciding he had had enough of you, that the risk wasn’t worth the reward, that at the very least, your date night had been truly ruined before it could even begin.
“Didn’t what?” you asked with a dry throat, terrified to know the answer, but curious beyond anything else.
“What if we didn’t stop him? What if we just left? Just went on our way, had dinner, enjoyed Valentine’s Day and let him tell the others?” he spoke so quickly you weren’t certain you had heard him right. Were it not for the way his chest had puffed out subconsciously in a defensive manner, ready to fight for his opinion, you may have easily thought you had misheard him.
“You want them to know?” you asked in a small voice, insecurity and uncertainty plaguing your mind as you desperately tried to figure out what he meant.
“Do you?” he threw the question back at you almost instantly.
Of course you wanted them to know, you didn’t want to keep sneaking into the lab to meet with him in secret in the middle of the night, or breaching over to his earth only when Jesse wouldn’t notice, but that didn’t mean he wanted the same. You had been keeping quiet for so long now, and it had been for him, hadn’t it? Had he really thought this through? Was it even possible he truly wanted the secret to be out?
But then, if there was one thing you knew for certain, one thing anyone who had ever so much as come across him could tell, it was that Harrison Wells never did anything without thinking it through almost obsessively. If he was suggesting this, he meant it with full sincerity.
A beaming smile took over you once more, and you couldn’t help but duck your head in embarrassment as you felt it pull at your features. But for the second time that evening, words wouldn’t come to you. You were, quite literally, speechless.
You had to answer, had to give him some kind of clue as to what you were thinking, after all, Harrison Wells could handle a lot of things, but not knowing something was not one of them. So you did the only thing you could think of. Pushing yourself forward onto the toes of your precarious high heels, you pressed your lips against his in a gentle kiss.
“Let’s go have dinner.”
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I'm just... anxious. And worried.
And have this feeling of impending doom again.
But, like, nothing is happening. Technically.
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I mean, the Cancer.
But it's not the Cancer.
Sigh.
Minus the needing to get pregnant, like, NOW thing.
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I think it's all this Covid bullshit.
I have Covid fatigue. For sure.
Also, as a non-vaccinated person
Um... I'm basically a Leper.
I can't do shit.
And... I'm nervous. About getting Covid. Still.
But I'm not going to get the vaccine.
So... I'm fucked either way.
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I'm worried about money.
Sigh
So... that's kindof nerve-wracking.
Nothing I can do about that.
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I think...
Part of me hates being fucking single
This might be the longest I've ever been single,
Other than like... when I was in my early 20s and actually had friends.
Sigh
It's not the single part
It's the no oxytocin part
I've had no physical human contact in...
How fucking long?
A month? Two months?
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I'm looking forward to being alone in my solace once I move, but...
I'm going to have to get an animal so I don't fucking slit my wrists.
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Sigh
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I just hate feeling like this
I should be excited and I'm not.
I'm fucking anxious. (In the bad way)
I don't want to be anxious.
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I thought I'd feel relief after the surgery
And I don't
I still have fucking Cancer
And have no idea what to do now
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I mean, hopefully, it'll all be better when I move
Maybe everything will be ok
And be different then
I'm just scared.
Mostly about money, I guess.
Sigh.
Security, as always, I guess.
It always comes down to security.
Sigh.
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I stayed with that POS for 4 years, hoping for fucking security. And... I'm no better off than when I started.
I'm back at square one + even more gigantic trust issues and more fucking trauma. Awesome.
I fucking hate that kid.
His bullshit is making me... on edge too.
Idk why. We have virtually nothing to do w eachother anymore.
Yet, he keeps disappointing me. Sigh.
I shouldn't let him.
Smh.
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At least all that bullshit will go away once I'm gone.
Surely.
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The emotion is still there tho.
That... surely I didn't invest myself for 4 fucking years and go through torture and agony and all the Hell I did... for someone who doesn't even give a fuck about me, right? Surely I didn't do that.
Smh.
But, yeah I did. I just fn did.
Sigh.
And I need to get the fuck over it.
And just take the L.
Not expect someone who never gave a fuck about me to give a fuck.
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He talks to me most days.
Acts nice to me.
Offers to do all this shit.
Everything but what I want
What I care about
Just... selfish bullshit, as usual
Self serving bullshit
He doesn't give a fuck about anything but not losing me. But isn't actually doing shit to...
It doesn't even matter.
Sigh.
I know it's not about me.
I cognitively know that.
Doesn't make his CONSISTENT complete lack of effort and throwing away every opportunity to actually like... prove he gives a fuck about me, sigh, any fucking easier.
Smh.
I fucking hate it.
And if I wasn't scared of him on some level, idk what I would do. Cause I just don't care anymore.
Him losing everything (if he even has. Idk. Who knows? Not like I can trust literally a solitary... not even word, but even just an utterance...a fucking breath, that comes out of that assholes fucking mouth.) ...
If he has lost everything. It's still not enough.
I've never wanted to just completely destroy someone more. He just... kindof has nothing to destroy.
Because everything he has, he's already fucked up himself. Or... he just has nothing. Because... he is nothing.
So I shouldn't care. But... it's just human nature.
Of course you want to hurt someone as bad as they hurt you. But, with him, it's impossible for so many reasons.
You can't really hurt a sociopathic loser.
I could kill him. But that would be doing him a favor.
So... what the fuck ever.
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But I'm having all these nightmares again
And waking up like in a panic
And... I think it's him.
Idk.
It's a lot of things.
But it's hard to be FURIOUS at someone.
Literally fucking furious.
And not really be able to do a goddamn thing about it.
I just want to set his house on fire.
But he doesn't have one. So
Fuck me.
Smh.
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All I can do is stop letting it bother me.
I just gave him a shot this week
Cause he's constantly ACTING like he is trying to make shit up to me or idk... some shit. Acting being the key word.
But I'm like ok... if you really give a fuck, do this.
And it's the most simple thing ever.
And nothing. He did nothing.
So... he can fully go fuck himself.
I can tell by his snapchat score he's already busy fucking up another bitches life anyway. Her mind, at least, if it's Amber. Who knows. Then, of course, lying to me about it.
I just... sigh.
I want him to suffer. And he's not.
I lost everything.
Then got Cancer, as a grand fucking finale.
And he just gets to live his fucking life
As tho nothing happened.
Yeah. Of course it's giving my fucking nightmares and stress dreams.
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I hate that motherfucker.
___
Overall, I just have nothing to bring me joy
I hate my home life. To put it mildly.
Uh... I'm fucking broke. So I can't buy happiness anymore.
I don't want to be near anyone because I fucking hate people by now and don't trust anybody or myself, pretty much, so I can't fucking fuck anyone. (I can't fuck anyone, doctor's orders anyway)
My best escape is just getting out
This just isn't what I had in mind.
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Everything was different back in August. When I decided to do all the things. To make all the changes. And leave.
Before Cancer fucked me out of everything.
Smh.
I should've just left then.
Again. My mom's fault. SC's fault.
And my fault for staying for the aforementioned reasons.
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I fucking hate everything.
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And, yeah, my heart is broken over Chad
I was dumb enough or hopeful enough to think maybe he'd come around.
He breadcrumbs me enough. Sigh.
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So... idk.
Of course I'm anxious.
Or... idk. Generally fucking misanthropic.
A lot of fucking things.
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I really wish I had more money
It would make all this a lot easier
_
Also... Johnny called me at 330am about a week ago. 2 weeks after my surgery date. Drunk. Of course.
Talking about... I bought plane tickets to Egypt. You want a cat?
Sigh.
I'm over that shit too.
_
I mean... luckily
It's only after you've lost everything that you're free to do anything.
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Hopefully I can
And
I will
And all the rest was just bullshit leading me to this moment and the rest of my fucking hopefully much better fucking life.
Sigh.
That's all I can hope for.
And hopefully the nightmares will stop in the meantime. And I can breath a little. Please.
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LONG PERSONAL POST
(I’d like it if someone read this at some point ever . . . Be nice to know there’s another planet out there in this vast, black galaxy of mine)
. . .
I don’t like posting personal stuff on here. But I legitimately don’t feel like I’ve got anybody else to talk to.
First off, I am depressed. Intensely depressed. Like, Picasso’s Blue Period depressed. And I don’t know if it’s hormones, brain chemistry, or my living situation – which, on the outside doesn’t appear to be that bad, but to me, is in fact DEEPLY unsatisfying.
Here’s the deets, for any of you reading (and/or giving a shit):
I moved this year to a new city, got myself a new job – the same as before. Working in advertising as a motion graphic designer. It was my hope to find more engaging work for hirer pay. Instead, I think I got swindled on the pay, and the work is absolutely soul-crushing. It’s the type of work that kills my artistic drive and makes me feel like I’m wasting my life. We’re talking “utterly pointless, throwing eight hours (ten if you count fucking traffic) into a trash-can every fucking day” bad. I mean it’s boring, repetitive, and annoying.
What do I DO at work you ask? Well, basically, I build shitty low-quality TV commercials all day. And not the glamorous type, either. The “Sal’s auto parts”, “Vicky’s Salon, “ Pete’s Pizza” type of commercials (SSDD) – and the clients are awful. They want shitty powerpoint presentations with grainy photos of fucking dogs instead of actual, engaging, colorful designs that draw attention. And I, with my BA in Visual Communications, my Masters in Computer Animation, and my 5 1/2 fucking years of Agency Experience (where I actually worked with not-for-profit clients and felt like I was contributing to something) have to produce these POS commercials the way these awful clients want them produce. I.E. badly. So, like, too much text on the end screen, terrible photos, ugly color scheme, lame cross dissolves, etc, etc.
Sometimes I can ignore how bad this makes me feel. How useless and wasted it means I am. I mean, I grew up wanting to be an animator for Walt Disney for fucks sake. I grew up wanting to tell stories! Now look at me! Churning out cookie-cutter :15s-:30s TV spots for a company that has no idea how to operate coherently.
Sometimes I distract myself with music, or TV shows, or books, or audiobooks, or films. Other times I try obsessing over an actor, or writing my crummy little fan fictions that I feel like nobody reads or comments on anymore.
But it’s always the same. In the end, I ALWAYS go back to feeling depressed.
And what’s worse, my husband – (disclaimer: I love the guy a ton) – is just as bad. As in, he’s just as depressed. Maybe even worse than I am. In fact, it’s gotten so bad lately that I’ve started actively worrying about suicide risk with him.
So I can’t be the unhappy one in the marriage because he already is, and ONE of us as to be the rock, don’t they? And yes, that’s an awful, scummy, selfish way of looking at it. But that’s how I feel. I don’t resent him, not really. I just feel like I’m not allowed to be sad because, well, he’s got it worse – plus, he’s an immigrant, and he literally has no one to talk to (well, unless he wants to Skype, but the time difference is so severe he’s never really able to).
To recap: I’m depressed, and I can’t talk to my husband about it. And I can’t talk to my mom, either because she has a heart condition and I don’t want to stress her out. I can’t talk to my dad because he’s turning 60 and he just wants to fucking retire and be done with the “grunt work / labor ant / rat race” routine that he’s had to put up with for his whole insignificant little working-class life. I can’t talk to my sister because she’s an artist in Boston, has a brilliant soul-invigorating job and just started a new relationship with a nice, financially stable guy (or so I’m told). I can’t talk to my brothers because they’re in a band and they only ever text me to help them with logo work for their album covers. And I can’t talk to my friends because I left them in another fucking city – and oh yeah, I’M SOCIALLY AWKWARD AS FUCK. I can’t really ever start a conversation, let alone THIS conversation, with them and when I think about trying to I remind myself how long it’s been and just wind up guilting myself into silence again.
So yeah. Part of me thinks this is not a big deal. Like, it’s not so bad. I’m happy some of the time. And other folks have it worse.
But MAN ALIVE, when I’m NOT HAPPY? Like, HOLY FUCK. It’s AWFUL. Because I still have to function.
I still have to go to my shit job and provide for my sad husband. And I have to fake a smile through all of it.
And when I go to do something meaningful, something I enjoy, or used to enjoy, like writing, or painting, I have no drive left. I just feel like - what’s the point? No one reads my stories, and no one will want to. Paint something? Well that just takes too much effort (I mean I gotta set the paints out and the canvas and set everything up, ugh fuck that).
What’s that you say? Join a gym? Drink water? Eat healthy? Take vitamins?
Well, I do drink water, and take vitamins. And I do try to eat healthy, as best I can given my budget. As for joining a gym, that takes time and more importantly energy - energy I just don’t seem to have anymore. And yes, I know I have to expend energy to make energy. But honestly? I already cover the few small hours I’m not in the fucking office like a dragon hoarding it’s treasure. I don’t want to give up the only free time I have to go to a place that smells of sweat and awkwardness only to have odd men gawk at my lack of decent gym clothes – or self esteem.
And yes, I could jog around the block but my neighborhood is sketch central in the summer and an ice berg in the winter and again, time and energy.
Also, I’m going to be 30 next year. And 10 years after that, I’ll be 40 –
–which, as you all know, is the cut-off-date for attractiveness and purpose in a woman. I mean, at 40 you don’t look good and you can’t have kids, right? So why try anything after that? (I’m being sarcastic here, in case you didn’t realize . . .)
I’ve tried looking for other jobs, but there’s really no other jobs around here that appeal in a ‘won’t also crush my soul’ kind of way, and I don’t know how to cross the gasp from advertising into another field. I do know this, however –
I don’t want to be where I am. I don’t want to be in advertising anymore. I don’t want to feel empty and pointless.
I WANT TO WRITE.
I WANT TO ACT. I’d love to voice-act, but I can’t come up with my own project (see above for reasons why).
I WANT TO COLLABORATE WITH SOMEONE. I want to find that creative partner who sparks a fire me, and who I spark a fire in too. I want someone to talk to about crazy creative project ideas at 1am, someone to try stuff with, someone to motivate me and inspire me. A muse to surpass all muses.
But most importantly I WANT TO CREATE AGAIN AND FEEL HAPPY, LIKE I’M CONTRIBUTING SOMETHING to SOMEONE, SOMEWHERE!!!!!
But instead . . . I am alone. Utterly alone. (At least, that’s how I feel right now, anyway.)
Here’s hoping this transmission reaches someone. And if it does, here’s hoping that someone wants to talk, too. I could use a friend.
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