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wordywarriorwrites · 21 days

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Feels Like Home

Feels Like Home | AO3 | Rating: M | Main Masterlist

Pairing: Javier Peña x F! Reader

Summary: They say you can't go home again, but maybe for you and Javi, home isn't a place - it's a person.

Warnings: NSFW. Smut. Language.

Getting Chucho Peña back up on his feet after a bad fall from the hayloft – that was all you’d been tasked to do.

But you hadn’t considered the prodigal son.

You hadn’t thought about all the ways dark, earthen eyes – eyes that had seen too much – could be so compellingly, devastatingly, hauntingly preoccupying. Hadn’t really thought of how the stories of this larger-than-life individual would pale in comparison to the actual person. Hadn’t really believed that this man and this town would get to you, become so much a part of you that you’re thinking about rejecting a career-changing offer that would see you moving on to bigger (though perhaps not exactly better) things.

Four seasons have passed, and yet, you haven’t felt the itch to pack a bag and hit the road. And because you stuck around, Javi, Chucho, and you have become los tres amigos. Reading books and watching Cheers. Exchanging cards and gifts on birthdays and at Christmas. You host dinner at your place once a month. Javi occasionally pops in during your meal break at the hospital to bring you something decent to eat. And sometimes, his dad will call you nenita – a term of endearment that feels far too precious to be directed toward a drifting, wayward soul like you.

It’s hard not to mull over the what-ifs – especially with how Javi looks beneath the sparking lights of the convention center. Exuding confidence, chit-chatting, and mingling with your coworkers like a pro, all understated power and authority. He stays still while everyone else gets pulled into his orbit, revolving slowly around him, like planets circling the sun. He steers you in that way, too, pulling you into his atmosphere, making it painfully impossible to keep your gaze averted from the fine figure he makes in his charcoal gray suit.

This isn’t the first fundraising event he’s escorted you to. In fact, he’s graciously played the role of plus-one several times. Haughty conversations, dry chicken dinners, watered-down drinks, and office politics – he’s been there and done that. And for a man who says he hated it, that he’s left all that bullshit behind, he’s really good at it, reading the room and owning his space within it better than most of your puffed-up peers.

It’s difficult not to admire him. Get attached to him. To feel as if you’ve made a real, true friend. You don’t have many of those and neither does he. It’s as if you’ve somehow been chosen. That out of all the people in the world, he’s picked you.

Bowling on Thursdays. The little snort that sometimes escapes when he laughs. His gentle manner with horses. The scent of his cologne; a blend of leather, wood, and oakmoss. The way he always refuses dessert, but somehow, ends up finding room for two servings, especially if it’s your homemade peach cobbler. His shoulder – the one you lean on when you nod off during a football game. His arm – the one you grip during scary movies. His ear – the one he lets you talk off when the day has been too hard and too bloody, and you can’t fall asleep.

If you leave, you lose it all. You lose him.

“Is it just me,” Javi prompts with a slight nudge, turning away from the inner circle and leaning in close to speak directly into your ear. “Or are all the doctor jokes really fucking terrible this year?”

His voice – low and amused – cuts through the chatter and clinking cutlery, guiding you out of the spiral of dark thoughts and back into the present. You glance up at him and wonder if that inquisitive, clever mind of his has worked out how you really feel and uncovered what you really think. And if he knows, has he just been too polite to say anything? Even if it’s only to let you down gently?

“Maybe you should teach them a thing or two,” you manage to quip, burying your emotions by taking a rather undignified gulp of merlot.

Javi snorts and shakes his head, “With their egos? Not likely. Look, can we get outta here? Go get some real food?”

You nod, placing your now empty wine glass on the tray of a passing waiter, and snagging your purse up from the table. Javi is quick to take your arm and the lead, guiding you both through the throng and a seemingly endless stream of polite farewells. The elevator, the parking garage, the drive-thru – none of it really registers. It’s not until you’ve fallen into the cushions of your couch, a heavy bag of tacos in hand, and two beers on the coffee table in front of you, that your brain gradually starts to come back online.

“M'starving,” Javi announces, snatching up the takeout bag and plopping down next to you. “Remind me next time to eat before I pick you up.”

He peels off his jacket. Kicks off his shoes. Wriggles his sock-covered toes into the plush carpet and sits forward on the cushion just far enough to reach the table. Large, deft hands drop napkins – one onto your knee and one onto his own – and then, he’s unfurling paper and distributing a half dozen oversized carne asada taquerias onto two paper plates. A brief pause. A rather ferocious bite. A long, low groan.

“Fuck me, that’s good,” he mumbles, cheeks puffed out and comically overfilled.

“Emily Post would not be impressed,” you teasingly chide.

Javi grins and juts his chin, “Hey, get my tie? It’s the one you got me for my birthday, and I don’t want to ruin it.”

Once his messy hands are out of the way, you do as he asks, working the knot free and slipping the silk off with a careful tug. You pop a few buttons for him, too, and he gives you a nod of thanks before digging back in with renewed gusto, washing it all down with long pulls on his beer.

You don’t know how he does it, but his steady, calm demeanor always manages to soothe you. You unclench your jaw. Relax your shoulders. Even eat with him. Once the food’s devoured and the mess is cleaned up, you offer him a nightcap that promises to be better than what he’d been served at the fundraiser, and he happily accepts.

With tumblers in hand, the two of you migrate out to the patio. Javi is quick to indulge in his after-dinner smoke, bringing flame to paper-wrapped tobacco with a practiced flick and inhaling deeply. He fills his lungs with nicotine a few more times before turning his attention to his glass, bringing it to his nose before taking a slow sip.

“Dios mio,” he appreciates aloud. “What is this?”

“Macallan,” you tell him.

“That’s damn good whiskey.”

“It ought to be for five grand a bottle.”

Javi chuckles and lets out a low whistle, “You lift it off a truck or something?”

“It was a gift,” you admit, taking a seat on the outdoor bench. “From Brad.”

He blinks slowly, “Your ex?”

You nod and shrug slightly, “Bastard always did have good taste.”

Javi doesn’t pry – he just smokes and paces, seemingly content for you to either share or plead the fifth. You take a sizable gulp for courage and finally tell him about Alaska, about the brand new, state-of-the-art facility, and what an opportunity it is. You explain the position. Tell him it offers better pay and an extremely generous housing stipend. A year there, maybe two, and you’ll have your pick of any hospital you want to work at going forward.

Brad’s presence, his role as department head, his status as your ex-fiancé, the wholly inappropriate “welcome gift” he supposedly sent on behalf of the entire staff – a gift you’re certain was pilfered from his dad’s private collection – none of it matters. You’re going there for work because you go where you’re needed, nothing more.

“Got the papers inside,” you say quietly. “Just gotta sign ‘em.”

Javi curses. Drops the butt of his cigarette into the remaining inch of whiskey. Sets the glass down a little too hard on the window ledge. It’s tense now, the air between you, the atmosphere filling with acridness neither one of you is accustomed to. He rolls his jaw. You tap your nail against the tumbler. Javier runs a hasty palm over his mustache and then, much to your surprise, he sits down next to you.

Your glass is taken and hastily put aside. Slowly, carefully, as if giving you the chance to pull away, Javi slots his fingers between yours. When you don’t protest, he holds on tight and brings your knuckles to his lips. His palm pressed to your palm; he lowers his head until his furrowed brow meets the back of your hand. It’s so achingly, intimately tender, so unexpected and jarring, that makes your eyes well.

You swallow hard and clear your throat, “Look, Javi, I’m –”

“Don’t,” he interjects with a slow, purposeful shake of his head. “Just… Don’t.”

The moment stretches, unbearable with the weight of the unknown, all nerve-wracking and heady at the same time. Javi eventually looks at you – eyes searching and examining and questioning. Head slightly tilted, a wayward chunk of his hair tumbles out of its’ carefully coiffed place, and you don’t consider your actions when you take back your hand to carefully brush it off his forehead.

“I don’t want you to go,” he murmurs.

You frown and stroke his cheek with your thumb, “I don’t want to, either.”

Javi’s fingertips brush your forearm, and when he leans forward, you meet him in the middle. Your mouths join. Lips brushing, breath stolen and returned. The two of you are traversing unmapped and uncharted territory, but it’s so easy. It's as if you’ve been touching like this, kissing like this, for such a long time.

All languid and unhurried until he licks into your mouth, coating your tongue in hints of vanilla, nutmeg, and smoke, and then, you’re both in pursuit of more. Tripping over each other to get back inside. Both of you going for his belt, and then, your underwear – no finesse or thought of the bedroom just steps away because the couch will work just fine.

Knees sunk into the cushions and cheek mashed into an armrest. Heels kicked off and the skirt of your ankle-length dress tugged up over your hips. Javi explores and discovers you from behind, tongue tasting the unmistakable evidence of your desire, and fingers stoking the flame until you’re begging him to put you out of your misery.

“Condoms,” you croak, gesturing blindly. “In my work bag.”

A low growl. Nips and licks and sucks to the back of your thighs, the curve of your hip, the rounds of your shoulders. You’re melting to the floor, rolling into your back, eyes barely able to focus as he snatches up your battered canvas tote and upends it, the contents spilling out messily and noisily across the carpet.

“Preparing for an orgy?” he teases, letting the line of rubbers unfurl above your head.

“Shut up,” you sass, nudging his thigh with your foot. “You know I had to teach that sex ed class today.”

“Did the hospital supply bananas?”

“Actually, it was cucumbers.”

Javi laughs. Tears open the package. Rucks up his shirt. You watch, gaze hooded as he slides the rubber on. You toss out a compliment to his technique, and he flushes, all hasty to push your legs apart and make room for himself between your splayed thighs.

“It’s been – I haven’t done this in a while,” you admit, bravado lessening slightly.

Javi clicks his tongue, thumbs making small circles on your kneecaps, “Me, neither, cariño. Been saving myself for you.”

Your spluttered laugh brings out his hidden dimples, and then, he kisses you. Smiles gradually fade, amusement giving way to urgency, prompting you to reach for him, guiding him until he’s slowly sinking into you, filling you. And it’s a snug fit, but it’s just right, and when Javi rocks his pelvis, you’re remade. Suddenly cast adrift, in search of an anchor, you dig your fingers into his hair. Seek out his shoulders with your hands. Follow the curve of his spine and twine your legs around him just so you can feel the way flexes and stretches into your touch.

“Don’t stop,” you whisper against the shell of his ear. “Javi, please… Please, don’t stop.”

“I won’t,” he promises against your throat. “You feel so good, mi corazón. Feels like you’re mine. Like you’ve always been mine. Fuck.”

His words thrum through you, wreaking havoc, curling your spine, bringing even more heat to your cheeks. There’s no hiding the way your legs are trembling, no stopping your body from bearing down, from clenching hard, from trying to keep him deep inside for as long as possible. His name spills out from your lips like marbles on a wooden floor, the reverent mantra smothered only by his mouth seeking yours.

“Say you’ll stay with me,” Javi demands, teeth nipping your chin.

You nod frantically, “Yes. Yes, I’ll stay with you.”

In possession of you, of your agreement, Javi’s hold becomes unforgiving – fingertips digging into the meat of your hip and the nape of your neck. His thrusts turn pointedly devastating – retreating and surging forward, all precise and measured, purposeful in the way he seems to take control, bringing you to orgasm for the third time with a broad, self-satisfied smile that isn’t as humble as he probably thinks it is.

When he finally comes, he buries himself to the hilt, hips stuttering, stubble rubbing against your cheek as he muffles his groans of pleasure into the crook of your neck. As the two of you lie together in the afterglow, his head pillowed by your breasts, your arms and legs wrapped around him, breaths slowing until they match, the truth of you, of him, becomes undeniably clear.

Home isn’t a place. It’s a person.

And you’ve finally found each other.

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hum-suffer · 4 months

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I'm Yours 4

Warning: it's not too explicit but I'd rate it nsfw just to be safe. They're just kissing lol (baki you can read, it's legit no plot)

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Mayank is... something great. He's self assured, cocky and easy to get along with.

The way he slid next to Ishan and danced with him on Dil Di Nazar made Ishan want to scream with joy. The man knew the steps to the movie music video and Ishan instantly gave him brownie points.

Now, they go back and forth, dancing on Señorita as they go and Ishan laughs at the way Mayank butchers the Spanish, instead saying some very unflattering things in Hindi.

Mayank grabs his hand and spins him around, abruptly dipping him. The smile on his face shrinks and Ishan almost wants to hit the man. He controls his urge and takes a step back. He doesn't like being touched so intimately, not at all in a crowd like this. His partner doesn't seem to care much and continues to dance and another song starts to play.

Ishan only recognises the song when it's halfway done and Mayank is holding his hips loosely and dancing completely off beat. Dhan Te Nan is a fast song and this man is dancing almost way too slow for Ishan to even think decently of him. The brownie points are deducted instantly.

Mayank languishly closes his eyes and moves his body in a way that it grazes Ishan's. Ishan closes his eyes too, deciding to enjoy his time out even if it's with someone who doesn't know when to grind and when to dance.

A hand dances at his back, finger tips drawing mindless patterns.

Ishan moves in tandem with the beat as it slows down at the end of the song and slightly raises one of his foot to graze the inside of Mayank's leg.

He opens his eyes to see his reaction but before he can actually discern anything, the lights turn off and another song starts. Uff Teri Adaa starts to play, Ishan knows it because he has it by heart by now.

The club is way too dark without the lights, no windows available in the room. Ishan finds he likes the feeling. The hand from his back and hip disappears abruptly.

Ishan feels arms wrap around his waist from behind. It takes his added brain a moment to understand it but the arms don't feel the same as they did a while ago when he was dipped.

These arms are stronger and hold him in a more comfortable manner. He can break away if he so wishes.

Ishan continues to dance, marvelling at his luck to be suddenly of interest to more than one person.

He feels a forehead at his shoulder, and the arms at his waist shift, fingers splayed over his stomach. The hands are cold, he can feel them perfectly through his thin shirt. Perhaps the stranger had been holding a glass.

From the minute space between two buttons, the stranger slips a finger inside Ishan's shirt as they dance pathetically slow to the song. Ishan can't find it in himself to care about either Mayank or the song or the dance. The cold finger on his warm skin makes his muscles contract and breath hitch.

Ishan throws his head back and the stranger shifts again, nuzzling up Ishan's throat with his nose. Ishan feels teeth graze the corner of his jaw in the imitation of a bite before lips are pressed behind his ears.

"You told me I'm yours," the stranger speaks in a deep voice. Ishan is a bit disoriented from the loud music, but he thinks he's heard the voice before. It's a throaty, raspy voice. "But you're mine too, love."

The pet name brings him back to Earth.

There's only one person who calls him that.

He doesn't know what it says about him but instead of running, Ishan tilts his head further. It's the alcohol, he tells himself.

(He lies. He barely drank a sip of beer before he passed it off to Aditi because it tasted like bullshit.)

The lips shift and he feels a smile at his nape. "I don't let anyone else touch what's mine, love. Won't you be a good boy and cooperate for me?"

Warmth pools in his stomach. He stiffles a groan and sneers in the dark. "And yet, I've yet to see the one who belongs to me. Do you want to upset me, sweet boy?"

Fuck the fucking beer.

(Fuck his need to be so fucking possessive. Fuck his need to know. Fuck the warmth he's feeling in his blood right now.

Fuck him.)

He hears a groan and feels the vibrations on his skin and the way the a huff blows the hair at his nape. Ishan shivers as the finger over his torso slips out and the hand snakes up to cup his throat.

He gulps and he's sure the admirer can feel it. Ishan can feel his shiver at his back.

"Be a good boy, Ishan," he says, and Ishan almost combusts at the way his name sounds, so desired and so wanted and so so passionate. "Walk with me."

Ishan nods, his curiosity makes him a slave as the admirer slides the hand away from his throat and again wraps both his arms around Ishan's waist as he's led to a place he doesn't know.

The grip is still loose enough that Ishan can shrug him off.

He doesn't.

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The admirer stops them when they're in another room. It's dark here too, no lights.

Ishan feels himself being pushed against a wall and then his body is covered with warmth again, hidden under another's.

"Tell me to stop and I will," the admirer says, and Ishan wants to hug him. He doesn't, but just nods.

The next thing he knows, there's hands all over his body. A hand goes behind his head to shield him from the wall and other one goes back to his hip. There's lips on his brow and they trail down slowly, almost painstakingly.

Ishan whimpers, shivering with the effect the hot breath and cold hands have on him. Before he knows what he's doing, his hands are raising and he grabs the shirt that the admirer is wearing and—

Motherfucker.

It's his shirt. His blue silk shirt.

The texture is the same, the small fake diamonds forming a curve at the second last button is the same. Ishan bunches up the fabric in his hands and groans when feverish lips press at his cheeks.

"Stealing is a crime," he says, panting. The admirer chuckles.

He retorts,"If you belong to me, so does your shirt, love."

"I don't belong to you."

"Yet."

The hot kisses shift downward, to his jaw and then his throat. Ishan tenses up for a fraction of a moment when he feels his a hand on the centre of his chest where he's left the top two buttons open.

A finger trails down saliciously.

"You wore this for me, love?" The admirer says, his breath coming faster as if he's affected by their exchange as much as Ishan is. He moves his face and buries it in Ishan's throat, licking almost sweetly at the base of his throat.

Hysterically, Ishan is glad that he's forgone to use any perfume on his skin and instead opted for a light ittar on his clothes. He doesn't think tasting perfume would have been pleasant for the admirer.

He's pulled out of his thoughts when teeth graze at his throat again before he's actually bitten. Ishan can't supress the groan he feels and automatically, one of his hands flies from the shirt to his admirer's hair. His hair is soft, Ishan notes distantly as he grabs a handful— to shove back or forth, he doesn't know.

The admirer seems to take the decision for Ishan as he moves, barely an inch, and bites his skin again. Ishan feels him lick the area with the tip of his tongue.

"No one puts their hands on you, do you understand, love?" The admirer asks.

Ishan doesn't know how to answer that and the hand previously on his chest goes down to grab his shirt and pull Ishan closer. Ishan feels another bite at the corner of his jaw and keens, pulling the admirer closer by his hair.

"Do you understand, Ishan?" He asks again, voice directly in Ishan's ear before he bites his earlobe.

"Yeah," Ishan pants. "Yeah, yeah, I do. I understand."

He is rewarded handsomely for his agreement.

The free hand, the one that isn't tugging him by the shirt and making him feel things he definitely should not be feeling, slithers around his body. The admirer slips his hand in Ishan's back pocket and squeezes lightly.

Ishan gasps, digging his nails in the skin of the admirer's neck.

"Can I kiss you, love? I'll leave you alone if you say no, I promise." The admirer sounds so sincere and so sober. Ishan is drunk on the feeling of his hands on his body. He wants more. He shouldn't, he knows, this admirer could turn out to be a psychopath for all he knows, but.

But his touch is absolute sin. And Ishan has never been a saint.

"Please." Is all he whispers.

The last time Ishan kissed someone was four months ago, when they were playing truth and dare and someone dared him to kiss Aditi. It was awkward and hellish to kiss his best friend of years. Plus, she'd been eating garlic bread, so it was worse.

His admirer? He tasks like ice and something fruity. His lips move against Ishan's, slowly at first, as if he can't believe it and then he absolutely devours Ishan. The admirer groans against Ishan's mouth and Ishan slips his hand under his, Ishan's ,untucked shirt and splays a hand over the man's torso like he did with Ishan not too long ago.

The admirer slows down and Ishan breathes deeply as they pull apart. He wants more. He wants it back.

With all the strength he can manage with his limps so loose and thoughts out of sorts, Ishan flips them so the admirer is pushed against the wall where Ishan was standing. He keeps him there with a hand on his chest and he hears a pop, only to realise that the admirer actually ended up breaking a button on Ishan's shirt with his sudden shift.

"Can I kiss you?" He asks, his voice sounding rough and croaky to his ears. "Please, baby, let me. Let me please you."

The admirer whimpers and Ishan feels the nod from where his hand still lies against the man's neck.

Ishan kisses the admirer like a man starved and moves his other hand to cup his cheek. He can feel the shapely jaw and high and full cheek bones. Ishan moves his hand to cushion the admirer's head as his kiss turns more ardent and Ishan has the wildest idea to stake his claim as well.

He can feel the throbbing on his neck, jaw and throat, and knows that he will have hickeys. It's only fair that he gives repayment.

The admirer groans as Ishan bites at his jaw and his Addam's apple, panting in Ishan's ear in the way that only encourages him.

He swipes his tongue over his admirer's neck and plants a final hickey at his jawline, just an inch away from his chin.

Impossible to hide.

His.

Ishan's.

The way that the admirer whimpers makes Ishan want to do unspeakable things to him. But before it can go any further, the admirer plants a hand over Ishan's mouth. Ishan blinks owlishly even if it's of no use in the bloody dark room.

"I have to go now," his admirer says roughly and shifts. Ishan feels the impact he has had on his admirer. He feels proud for some inexplicable reason. "But we will meet again, love. And until then, no one else touches you, okay?"

Ishan wants to say something scathing and sassy but he purses his lips and nods. "Okay. Can I see your face, at least?"

"Not today, love. Someday else." And there's a hand over his eyes now.

And again, Ishan let's himself be led by a man he doesn't know.

It's only when the cold of the hands disappear from his body that he opens his eyes to see himself at the dance floor again.

Ishan doesn't see Mayank for the rest of the night.

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#Shubhman gill #ishan kishan #fanfiction #dude i swear i mean no disrespect pakka #im just a girl who's obessed #cricket #ishman #shubish #mayank Agrawal #bro lmao i almost forgot that i added him as a character lol👩🏻‍🦯#sorry bby

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aokoaoi · 1 year

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫.

֎ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 : 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝗌𝗎𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗉𝗈𝗌𝖺𝗅 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗅𝖾𝖽𝗀𝖾. || ᵖᵃʳᵗ ᵒⁿᵉ

֍ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : 𝗌𝗁𝗎𝗋𝗂 𝗑 𝖿𝖾𝗆!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋.

֍ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 : 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗌𝗁𝗎𝗋𝗂 𝖿𝖺𝗇𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇<3 𝗂 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍:).

You are a princess of another powerful nation. An only daughter of two fierce leaders. Most people would be upset that they're an only child, but you? No, you were practically glad you're an only child.

And since you're an only child and the first rightful heir to the throne, you were raised, taught, and trained to be a perfect and powerful future leader for the people of Zinandra. You had to admit, it was alot of pressure as a child, but as you grew older, it seemed to me less and less of a hassle, and you got used to it.

Most of the time, kingdoms would want a male to be their ruler. But in your nation, there was no such things as that kind of bullshit. Whoever was the firstborn, automatically gets the throne.

But of course, the regulation of being married before you rule still stands.

Normally that was no issue, but to you, it was. You had no interest in having a partner whatsoever. Let alone a man. Not that you're saying you hate them, it's just that most their mindsets are.. not it.

Finding a decent man to have relationship with was practically rare. It's all love and heart shaped eyes the first meeting, but then the more you see eachother, the more you see who they truly were.

Let's just say you had pretty bad experiences with the men you were 'seeing' back then.

The only person to ever catch your eyes was the princess and protector of Wakanda, Shuri and T'challa. Shuri was a bright and an intelligent woman, as to her brother, he was responsible and regal.

Zinandra and Wakanda had formed a 'peace treaty' way back then. It had been so far back that you weren't even born yet.

You were glad that the peace treaty was a thing. It gave you an opportunity to meet the royal family of the other nation. You were in absolute awe by them. The Queen? Oh lord, she was so beautiful.

Shuri and T'challa would often visit you whenever they wanted. Sometimes you just see them randomly walking around the palace without you knowing they were in your nation in the first place.

In all the dark times Wakanda had went through, your nation was always present to help. Your family have always been in all kinds of gathering in Wakanda. Whether it'd be cultural celebrations. A burial. And, a war.

The war between Wakanda and Talokan really showed you how tough it would be to be a leader of a nation. It even spiked up some worries inside of you that wasn't even there before. But of course, there wasn't you can do about it.

There was a knock on your bedroom doors all of a sudden. It was already midnight, so you were confused as to why someone was at your door at such an ungodly hour.

"Princess, her royal highness wishes to see you in the great hall." You heard someone call out. You shuffled off your bed, approaching the double doors casually.

You slightly opened it, making the door let out a loud echo in the process. You peaked out and saw one of your most trusted lady-in-waiting standing outside with her usual cheerful smile.

You didn't even know why the hell your mother assigned a lady-in-waiting for you in the first place. You were perfectly fine doing everything by yourself. But you guess having them around would make things much more easier.

You stepped out of the room, softly smiling at her as she curtsied. "Greetings, Zia. You're still up?" You questioned the lady, looking at her in concern. She hums, gracefully nodding her head.

"Why of course. I have duties to attend to, my lady."

You frowned, displeased at her words. "Why don't you get at least an hour nap? I'll assign someone else to cover for you." You suggested, watching as the lady's face contort to something as if she was horrified.

"Oh dear, goodness no. Her royal highness would be displeased at that." She shakes her head, a frown casting on her slightly wrinkling face.

"I insist. Go take a short nap, please. I don't want my people working off stress."

"I—"

"Princess' orders, Zia. You don't want to go against it, don't you?" You rose a brow at her, challenging the lady to speak up once more. The lady let's out a sigh, nodding her head in slight disappointment.

"I'll escort myself too the hall. Have a good night's rest, Zia." You waved at the girl, walking towards the direction the great hall, also known as 'throne room' was.

You finally arrived after a few short minutes of waling around the humongous place, greeting a few guards patrolling on your way to the hall.

Two female guards at the side of the big double doors opened the door for you, their gaze stoic as they never broke their fierce facade. Despite that, you muttered a small thank you before entering.

There you saw your mother standing up, surprisingly not sitting on her throne unlike your father. Your father, looked quite worried for some reason, but your mother looked delighted.

"Mother, what could be so important that you woke me up in the middle of the night for it?" You immediately got straight to the point, frowning as you walked closer to her.

"Ooh, dearest child. You'd be delighted with the news I'm about to state." Your mother cooes, holding your hands with her cold ones delightedly.

Your mother and father were two complete opposite people. Starting by the accents. You see, your mother had an elegant british way of speaking. But your father, he had one that almost mimicked the Wakandans.

You develop your mother's way of speaking, but sometimes, your father's way of speaking would magically leak out of your tone. Like when you're mad or triggered of some sorts.

"She's not gonna like this, my Queen." Your father hisses at his wife, watching as she merely waved at her dismissively. At your father's words, you only grew more worried than excited.

"Mother, what is it?" You questioned, anticipating your mothers words.

Your mother looked down at you with a giddy smile, "(name), we've received a marriage proposal from a very fine prince from another nation!" Your mother enthusiastically let's out. You can visibly hear your father slap his forehead, followed with a groan.

"We're already planning the ceremony. And the prince will be visiting us to meet you tomorrow!"

But Shuri is also visiting you tomorrow.

You were frozen in your place. The moment that you were only experiencing in your nightmares was finally happening and you didn't like it. At all. You let in a sharp inhale.

"Mother. I never even accepted the proposal. Nor was I told about it. Why are you already planning the ceremony?" You gritted out. Your mother hummed with a shrug.

"Listen (name). I know you're furious, but we've been waiting for you to finally have a partner for so long! And when you did show interest, you ended up being disappointed in them and dumped the men!"

"It was for a reason mother. Those men were absolutely atrocious, I couldn't marry them and let them rule a nation I will soon be leading." You state, glaring through your mother through your lashes. Your mother's smile dropped, a frown casting on her face.

"We know you want what's best for Zinandra, sweet child. But we can't bare to let you feel the pressure of ruling a kingdom without someone else beside you." Your mother softly says, her hand coming down your shoulders, caressing it slightly.

You shrugged off the feeling of her hands in your shoulders, taking her aback. You stepped back a few steps. "I was raised to become the perfect leader you wanted me to be, wasn't I? I don't need anyone else, mother. I did everything you asked of me to do, every single pressure as a child."

"We're doing this for you. (name)." Your mother says, her voice slightly raising fiercely.

"For me? Mother, I am just learning now that I'm in a marriage contract! You didn't even bother coming to me if I wanted it or not! Did ever even stop to consider what I care?" You looked at your mother, both furious and upset.

"It has been done, child. Don't mess this up." Your mother states roughly, raising her head high as she looked down on you. You scoffed, shaking your head in disbelief. You turned on your heels, walking out of the hall.

eyyy idk what to say eyy . part two. part three. part four. part five. || tagging : @skimm0nzz

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colourstreakgryffin · 7 months

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Can you write a mermaid au where the reader attends a circus with poorly dressed employees who are supposed to look like fairy tale characters but the main event of the circus is a merman ( kyojuro) and he does this amazing performance and the reader goes and talks to him to ask how he does those stunts in the water without breathing (because she don't think their a real mermaid) until she see the gills actually moving?

Please and thank you I just think Kyojuro would be so pretty as a merman

Ooohh! Cute, a Merman Kyojuro~! Let’s go, I can’t wait to finish this up! Thanks again, loves!

Rengoku Kyojuro- Fantasy is True

You could tell why this cheap half-assed circus managed to attract the attention of a number of families. It spilled out so many promises on online advertisements and it rolled around your little homely village regularly, it was clearly a quick cash-grab type of business

On a meaningless but yet only relax day of Sunday, you truly had nothing else to do once you finished your power nap and your curiosity got the better of you, ended up with a single ticket to this circus that proudly proclaimed to have had a real fairytale creature performing for them

You want to see if they really do have a real life fantasy creature at their disposal, willy-nilly or if they are just bullshitting to further get money off circus-addicted children or bored adults like you

Taking a lazy seat at the first empty bench row you spot when you enter through the curtains, you slid the paper ticket into the case of your phone and pocketed it. As a extra measure incase you need that ticket, you propped your hands on your cheeks over your knees and stared at the empty stage, already bored out of your mind with loudly speaking children and occasionally scolding parents filling up the seats all around you

You hoped this circus would make your day even the slightest bit better

Boy… it for sure did

The employees’ last-minute baked uniforms were clearly modelled after fairytale characters; Riding Hood, Fairies, Elves, all kinds of would-have-been pretty looking displays if they gave a shit to actually look good. You could tell how badly careless the outfits were thrown together, stitching all over the fabric and even a zipper busting out from the back on the Riding Hood actor as many came out of the darkness circling the stage

You truly had no right to complain as the children in the stalls were cooing and cheering at the performances. Clearly, they had some reputation of being incompetent and children aren’t that brainless, even some lonely middle-aged adults or bored teenagers were remarking openly that the performances were decent

The juggling, the fire ring jumping, the clown scene, all do the stereotypical and common circus parts came in so quickly, filling the lousy stage with people doing their best to entertain. Crossing your arms and hoping something else would come, your request suddenly came to reality as the much more fancy and lavish-appearing Ringmaster appeared in the centre of the stage

The non-dressed employees that clearly hid in the back, possibly operating the music and lights, wheeled in a huge mysteries rectangle covered by a pale yellow sheet and held off the ground by a massive dark blue metallic mini-trailer without the walls. Was this the fascinating real fairytale being this circus proclaimed to have?

“For the grand finalee~! Ladies and gentleman, I present to you! A real lifeeee—” The Ringmaster dramatically called out into the microphone clutched tightly in his hands as his makeshift clown tore the sheet off the rectangle and revealed the content underneath. A gigantic glass container without the lid and filled to the tippy top with clear yet noticeable light blue water

What was inside was actually more believable and realistic as compared to all the other circus performers here

A human being, a fully grown man was swimming around the thick, you assumed, seawater with a bright smile on his attractive fan. His skin was a healthy tan, his visible torso and arms were built to the brim with muscles and athleticism and the most interesting part. A merman tail that directly mirrored the long-finned tail of a Firefish Goby. From what you saw of his fingers, they were webbed and his ears looked more like fins then ears

White at the hips and fade to dark red at the ends with light orange to dark orange completing the beautiful fade. This most-certainly fake merman tail prop looked very convincing and very professional! This is beyond amazing as compared to every other actor, they must have poured all their love into a merman actor

“Welcome! Our lovely merman, Kyojuro!” The Ringleader cheered pridefully, quickly rushing into the black shadows as the many high-beam lights illuminating the wide stage shut off mysteriously and all the ones remaining tilted over to the supposed merman’s container as to place the centre of attention onto him. Like it was nature, Kyojuro flung himself out of the water beautifully and begun to harmonise, seemingly as ready as he would ever be

His singing voice is incredible, so angelic and majestic as he hung over the thin glass wall before he flopped back into the water without stopping his singing, your eyes widened in shock. How was a human singing underwater? No, it must have been a technological trick of the radio playing a convincing audio of a man singing as the actor pretended to sing, he probably isn’t singing at all!

You carefully followed every movement and stunt the supposedly Merman, Kyojuro performed as he leapt out of the water, flinging thin strings of water around, in which glittered with the artificial light by a flip of the tail’s small round fins. Even the adults were gawking in wonder at Kyojuro’s fascinating show and by the end, the Ringmaster excitedly thanked every paying customer for taking time to come to their circus but you ignored his little speech

Your eyes followed watching the employees wheel away Kyojuro from the centre of the wooden-pane stage in a extreme sense of wonder and want of discover. How he could stay underwater for so long and even keep his mouth open underwater so effectively, wouldn’t it cause water to enter his lungs? Thankfully, the Ringleader was too ego-driven to not let the children approach the employees and praise his work

You manoeuvred through the wave of parents with their young children once you stepped down from your seat. Most other patrons had left with only a handful exploring the stage and speaking with the actors. You were the only solo adult doing so but you didn’t want to pretend you were believing that you were talking to Snow White, no.

You just wanted to meet and greet the amazing “Merman”

Pure amazement overflowed your eyes as your pace grew slower, you pressed palms on the thin but tall glass pane wall facing you once you reached it, flinching when Kyojuro does the same from the inside. Your palms looked as if they touched his on a angle. You couldn’t believe this human was doing all these stunts for almsot three hours non-stop without needing air as he was singing and speaking everytime he went up, was he using a invisible oxygen task or something?

The floating locks of firey yellow and red crossed his neck and face slowly by the water pulling it around, highlighting his gorgeous flame-coloured eyes, in which calmly bored through you with enlightenment for finally having company again, especially company from a pretty woman. Your world begin spinning in amazement and disbelief at what you noticed after examining him up close

Three thin lines on both sides of his neck, almost like strange lacerations, slowly flaring in and out like how a chest would rise and fall. Exactly as how fish filter water for their own breathing needs, he did the same

Kyojuro was worried for you by the way you reacted as he pressed his brick-like muscular chest against the glass like he was trying to break out, his expression dissolving into concern as you stumbled back, clutching your head with one hand. You almost didn’t want to believe it but all the evidence, you couldn’t ignore all the evidence

…He wasn’t a normal human nor a very trained human actor. The oddly-marketed main attraction of this dilapidated wannabe circus is no joke nor a fake, he is a…

A merman! A real merman!

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“Be Careful” | Angst, Hurt/No Comfort, Hurt/Some Comfort

TW: mentions of HIV/AIDS and character death

This is a Steddie/Stranger Things & Falsettos musical crossover! This short fic does not necessarily match real time in either show.

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Wayne Munson led a simple, quiet life. He was never really one for all the hustle and bustle of big city life that his best friend wanted growing up.

Whizzer was obsessed with getting out of Hawkins. It was all he talked about.

“I’m too good for this town, Wayne. I know I am. You are, too. You could go with me, to New York. Where we can be open, find guys that will actually love us, instead of wanting quickies in bathrooms. I want to finally be happy,” Whizzer had said.

“My whole life is right here, Whizz. I can’t just leave. My brother, he’s got a girlfriend who’s pregnant. He’s not gonna be there for the kid, and she’s gonna need help. I can’t just leave. I can’t just let that kid grow up without help,” Wayne had argued. They were in their 20s around this time. The perfect age to just get out.

But Wayne couldn’t bring himself to do it.

So, Whizzer left. He went to New York, found a guy. He kept Wayne updated, told him all about the man’s kid and how wicked smart he was.

“He’s so sweet, Wayne. Eddie would love him. They could play together, if you ever came to visit,” Whizzer had said over the phone one day. It had been 6 years since Whizzer left.

Wayne had gotten custody of 5 year old Eddie a couple months prior.

“You could always come back with Marvin. I can’t just pick Eddie up and leave to New York. That city is no place for a youngin’ like him.” Wayne made an excuse. He was just too scared to leave Hawkins, really. He didn’t like that much change.

“You know I can’t come back to Hawkins, Wayne. I just…can’t.” Whizzer relented, his hurt emotions panging Wayne right in the heart through the receiver of the phone.

“I know, Whizz. Just…be careful, alright? I’m hearin’ some things about shit going around. Don’t get sick. Love you, bud.” He warned before hanging up with a soft affirmation of love for the boy. He’d always quietly loved Whizzer, the boy who was loud and unafraid to be himself. Wayne always felt too small, too afraid to love Whizzer as loud as he deserved to be. So Whizzer never knew.

Eddie grew up hearing stories and watching Wayne talk to “Uncle Whizzer”, the sweet boy his uncle once knew who ran off to New York to chase his dreams of love and passion. He would hear about him every day, about Jason, the little boy two years older than him. About Marvin, his stubborn and bitter lover. They had broken up for 2 years, but gotten back together after getting over their bullshit.

Wayne slowly got more and more bitter talking to Whizzer on the phone. The more Wayne heard about Marvin, the tighter he’d grip his coffee cup in the morning as Eddie got himself ready and watched him from the counter eating a cold bagel.

Until one day, when the calls just stopped. They just…stopped happening. Wayne shut Eddie own every time he asked about “Uncle Whizzer”.

9 years later, Wayne came home to hearing giggling and seeing shuffling in the living room. He hopped out of his truck and walked up to the door, making sure his keys jingled in the lock as he entered.

He half expected Eddie to be cuddled up with some girl, so he mentally prepared himself to make the “use protection, not on the couch, I’m always here if you need anything” talk.

To Wayne’s surprise, he walked into the trailer see his Eddie under another boy, their lips connected and hands wandering to places they definitely shouldn’t be. He felt his heart thump, his stomach twist, and his eyes prick with tears.

Not his boy. Not his Eddie. He walked right out the door he came through, slamming it shut. He heard curses, something knock over, followed by the calling of his name from inside the trailer.

“Wayne, we weren’t— I’m sorry, please come back in. We’re decent, it’s fine. Let me talk to you,” Eddie pleaded through the door.

Wayne huffed and managed to go back inside, meeting Eddie’s eyes with a firmness he didn’t usually have.

“Eddie, I need you to know I’ve got no problem with this. Just…I didn’t think I’d have to give you this talk so soon.” He sighed, his hands being shoved into his pockets. Eddie and Steve audibly groaned, moving to sit down.

“We were being safe, Mr. Munson, honest.” Steve reassures, hands coming down to anxiously rub at his knees.

“That’s just the thing, son. I just…you have to make sure this is what you want. Sex is…dangerous for you boys. Anything could go wrong at any time. A rubber could break, one of you could get cut, anything could happen. You have to be careful.” Wayne explained, avoiding saying the word. It hurt too much. That was when Eddie said it, so casually. So…desensitized.

“God, Wayne, we know about AIDS. We’ve been exposed to it almost our whole lives. We know how to avoid it.” Eddie groaned tiredly, not wanting the disease explained to him by another adult who was worried about him.

“Eddie. I know you know. But you’re not hearing me. You have to be careful. I don’t want to lose you like I lost your Uncle Whizzer,” he admitted, his eyes falling to his lap.

“Uncle who?” Steve asked, but Eddie didn’t respond.

Oh, god. He remembered. He remembered the day like it was yesterday. The clattering sound of the phone hitting the wall when Wayne dropped it. Remembered hearing his sobbing. Remembered seeing Wayne crumpled on the floor, hitting the floor with one fist and clutching his shirt over his heart with the other, like it was shattering and he was trying to hold it together.

Wayne had never cried that loud, that hard ever in front of Eddie.

“Oh, shit. That’s why he stopped calling?” Eddie asked, his voice breaking as Wayne gave a solemn nod. “And…Whizzer’s boyfriend?” He asked. Wayne sniffled and shook his head, watching as Eddie inhaled sharply and let out a sob.

“God…Wayne. I’m so sorry. We’ll be more careful. You won’t lose me. I won’t let you lose anyone else.” Eddie promised, leaning forward and grabbing Wayne’s hands.

The older man looked at Eddie with tear-filled eyes and gave an affirming nod, getting up and kissing Eddie’s temple.

They never talked about that night again.

Over the years, Wayne watched their love grow. Witnessed them get too intimate to stay in that little trailer with Wayne. Soon enough, Hawkins became too little for their big “six little nuggets” plan. They agreed to move to New York. A more accepting place, where they could easily find others like them.

Helping them move into their city apartment, it was here that Wayne got a chance to visit Whizzer for the first time in years, and meet Marvin.

He entered the cemetery on a Thursday afternoon, sniffling upon seeing two faded chess pieces on their headstones. Jason loved chess, Whizzer had said years ago. This must have been his doing.

He knew now that this was the perfect place for his Whizzer all along. Hawkins wasn’t enough. It wasn’t Wayne. It was the place. He should have gone with him, but he was just too scared. He fell to his knees, touching the headstone of his friend, his first love.

“Hey, Whizz. It’s Wayne. I’m here. I made it to visit. I’m sorry I’m so late. It’s about time, huh? God, I love ya. I love ya more than anything, Whizzer Brown.” He murmured to the grave, breaking the silence in the air.

Within a second, he felt the wind brush his cheek. It wasn’t a normal gust. It lingered and felt almost like slender, soft fingers brushing the skin. He noticed a leaf fall on the grass in front of Whizzer’s grave, watched it twitch as the wind tried to pull it free from the grass.

It was then that he knew Steve and Eddie would be safe here. Whizzer and Marvin would watch over them.

His boys belonged here. They’d have two strong gusts of wind pushing them along, keeping them together.

He was sure of it.

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zoe-oneesama · 2 years

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Since you're done with The Mime (2 episodes in a month?Jeez girl, how is your hand?) the next one is Gorizilla right? What are your thoughts and opinions about the plot and the akuma?

I held onto this because, like Zombizou, I hadn't seen the episode yet. So here are my rambles. I don't think there's much to say since the episode only really pissed me off at the very end. Buckle up for that cuz Mama's gonna swear:

BAG!

Rose that is your SIXTH BAG VARIATION! Portfolio Bag in Orange, Brown, and Mint Green, Orange Book Bag, and now a Pink AND Orange Backpack! At least make them all PINK!

I kinda wish I got to experience this episode without the forknowledge that Adrien was sneaking out to see his mother's movie. I don't know if it was a good or a bad thing that for half the episode it's completely unexplained why Adrien is putting himself through Mob Horde Hell and avoiding his own bodyguard. It felt worth it for me because I knew, but maybe it would feel weird watching it and being like "why are you doing this to yourself?" I thought the same for "Ikari Gozen": "How would I feel watching this episode if I didn't know Kagami was trying to make friends until Marinette knew?"

While I totally buy Marinette and other tweens being drooly over this ad (sorta) I do not buy everyone and their mom dropping everything to swarm the kid and I DEFINITELY do not buy anyone watching that commercial and thinking the actor in it was "cool" the way Wayhem did lmao. Adrien was right when he said it was embarrassing, good on him for being self aware about it.

Also who thought it was a good idea to sell "Perfume eu de Teenage Boy"?

It's fun to watch Roger call the Bodyguard "little guy". My guy, he could eat you for sustenance. You're a vitamin to this brick house of a man.

"My dad hid the DVD somewhere at our place". For a man who's whole motive is reviving his "dead" wife, he sure has weird ways of keeping her alive in their hearts. Statues and paintings of her likeness? Good. A movie of his moving, talking, living mother? Bad.

Production Budget so weak she doesn't get a costume smh.

(I had nothing to say about the whole akuma, it was pretty much a standard, decent akuma. Plus I'm a sucker for one side of the mask catching their partner talking fondly of the other side, ie Ladybug telling Adrien she has faith in Chat Noir)

But from this point onwards, it's all downhill for me:

You worm, you scum, YOU made an akuma and YOU ordered it to capture your son and YOU allowed that akuma to take your son to the highest building in Paris and YOU put him in the middle of the fight between your akuma and Ladybug and YOU allowed him to be dropped off the side of that building and YOU WAITED UNTIL THE LAST POSSIBLE SECOND TO ALLOW LADYBUG TO SAVE HIM and YOU. ARE. TO. BLAME! Take responsibility for yourself!

I want everyone who calls Marinette a "stalker" to shut the fuck up because Adrien just handed his email address over to the guy who traced his every single move for a whole day despite Adrien literally running from him at every turn and posted his photo and location online without consent and no one ever seems to care about that.

And the coup de grace, the cherry on the shit sundae: "You just had to ask me."

Fuck. You.

He DID ask and you told your own son, with eyes pointed at the ground, twisting his ring anxiously, to make an appointment through your secretary. Eat a bag of dicks.

and Oh. OH. To wrap it up with "You should've trusted me" and "when you hide things I jump to the worst conclusions, you understand?" (literally outloud I said "No I don't understand, what "conclusions" is Adrien supposed to assume you mean?")

But the gall. THE AUDACITY. It was intentional, right? To end the episode after that CHEF'S KISS OF A BULLSHIT LINE by panning down to Emilie in the basement? Gabriel Lord of the Gaslight, Gatekeep, Girlbossing over here scolding ADRIEN for not trusting HIM. MAYBE IF YOU GAVE THE KID 5% OF A REASON TO DO SO-

Thing is this could either be Cinematic Gold to frame the Agreste family's self destruction and inevitable implosion due to his manipulation of Adrien, or (more likely) this will be completely forgotten as they try to convince audiences to FoRgIvE GaBrIEL cuz LOOK he eventually let Ladybug save Adrien from being sidewalk paste so it evens out, RiGhT?

Also what a let down that there wasn't an in universe shipping war between pairing Adrien with his "towel girlfriend" and "Gabriel's muse."

#my opinion #gorizilla #gabriel salt #ml salt #an essay by zoe

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jjkeverlast · 2 years

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true love | N° 1

➵ genre our beloved summer au, exes to lovers, romantic comedy

➵ summary in which you're face to face with your ex again after 5 years, because both of your friends start dating each other.

➵ word count 2.1 k

➵ warnings swearing, taehyung being a literal asshole.

a/n: if anyone wants to be added to further taglists. contact me!

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‘’This will be all, thank you.’’ Your boss raises from his seat, the rest of your colleagues as well. It was your last meeting for the day. You had been bombarded with one meeting after the other, wanting nothing more than to jump into your sweats and cuddle with your cat Samba. Now your thighs were really begging to be set free from your pencil skirt.

Leading yourself back to your little office, just in time your phone buzzes on your table. You’re surprised to see Yeon-su calling you. Regardless, you still pick up the first thing being heard is a loud shriek coming from her. You pull the phone away from your ear, eyes squinting from discomfort.

‘’Y/N? Hello?’’ You place the phone back next to your ear, Yeon-su calling your name over six times in the span of not even thirty seconds.

‘’I– I’m here. What’s got you in a good mood?’’ You ask while grabbing your jacket and bag to finally go home.

‘’Well… you remember the guy I went on a Tinder date with three weeks ago?’’ You hum in approval, smiling to your colleagues as you walk out of the building.

‘’We’re dating! Officially!’’

‘’No way! Congrats, you deserve it.’’ She goes back to shrieking and you’re eternally grateful that you’re not wearing headphones right now – your ears would probably bleed at this point.

‘’I actually called for 2 reasons!’’ This makes you stop in your tracks.

‘’The second one being?’’

‘’A double date!’’ You bite back a groan of annoyance, this was the last thing you wanted to attend. A date, with a stranger and a couple who hasn’t even reached the honeymoon phase yet. It sounds very common to hell, huh.

‘’This is really not a great time, I’m super exhausted by work.’’

‘’Oh.’’ Her tone drops over twenty octaves and it makes you feel bad in an instant. You let out a sigh, preparing for the last sentence you’d have yourself say today – actually more in the twenty six years of living.

‘’Actually…’’ Oh god here it comes, just say it Y/N, ‘’I’d love to.’’

‘’Oh! How exciting! We decided on bowling, is two hours from now okay with you?’’

‘’Yep, perfect!’’ Fuck this is absolute hell. You pull through with a smile until Yeon-su and you say your goodbyes. Your smile immediately drops as you click the end call button.

It was chaotic, the whole running home, taking a shower and finding a decent outfit for a double date. You took a mental note to never let Yeon-su’s sad tone get to you again.

The bowling center which they picked was packed. Mostly by families with children screaming in their ears. It was a chaotic place for a double date but you weren’t the one to judge, so instead you put on your ‘this is hell but smile for the cameras’ smile and walked over to the pair. Yeon-su is quick to catch onto you, waving excitedly. You push past the crowd of parents and finally sit down in front of the couple. When you finally catch a decent glimpse of Yeon-su’s boyfriend, you begin to understand her loud shrieks from earlier because this man is truly attractive.

‘’Hi, I’m Jimin.’’ He greets politely and you greet back. ‘’My friend is late, but we can just start without him.’’ Jimin reasons and you notice Yeon-su wiggling her eyebrows when Jimin’s friend or more precisely, your date is mentioned. You quickly excuse yourself to use the restroom – for other reasons than what most people do when they say they go to the toilet.

Shutting the bathroom stall behind you, you don’t waste another minute going on your phone and looking up ‘decent excuses to ditch a date’.

‘’Why the fuck are these reasons such bullshit?’’ You mutter to yourself, seeing the only reasons being, ‘oh my cat died’ or ‘my grandma fell down the stairs’. This website was indeed shitty. You lock your phone, praying internally that your date is indeed cute. When you walk out, you catch a third person chatting with Jimin and Yeon-su. His back is turned towards your direction, but his outfit screams that he is good looking.

‘’Hi, I’m Y/N!’’ You greet from behind, the stranger turning and – no. It can’t be.

‘’Y/N, this is my friend Taehyung.’’ Jimin decides to take the word as Taehyung just stands awkwardly, his smile formed to a thin line. You are dreaming. Y/N, this is just a stupid illusion, your ex is not at all standing in front of you. If you poked his cheek he would probably vanish. So, you did exactly that. Bringing your finger up and poking Taehyung in the cheek, not once nor twice but about enough times for him to grab onto your wrist with an offended reaction.

‘’Huh. You’re real.’’ If you turned your head you would see two very confused expressions from Yeon-su and Jimin. Because who in their right mind pokes their ex after not seeing them for five years? You, apparently. When you finally realize that this is indeed Kim Taehyung you freeze. He’s actually here, standing in front of you, holding your wrist.

Jimin coughs, making the both of you turn, ‘’do you two… know each other?’’ You’re about to let your guard down and explain just how well you and Taehyung know each other, but he decides to cut in first.

‘’We– we do! Y/N and I go waaay back, right?’’ His arm lands around your shoulders, you can’t help but awkwardly chuckle not knowing what to say or do. It helps a bit when Jimin and Yeon-su quickly believe that you and Taehyung were former high school buddies. His arm is still wrapped around you and you want nothing more than to punch him in the nuts. ‘’Actually, Taehyung and I will be right back!’’ Jimin and Yeon-su nod in sync before you drag Taehyung as far away from them. When they’re finally out of sight, you push Taehyung off, slapping him hard on the chest.

‘’Y/N, I’m real. Stop hitting me.’’ You drop your hand, looking down at your feet, not wanting to be met with the eyes you’d fallen in love with. ‘’Why did you lie?’’ He had no reason to, it’s rude to lie and especially to your friend Yeon-su, whom you actually never mentioned Taehyung to. There are plenty of reasons behind it, some you wouldn’t want to go into detail with.

‘’You’re gonna have to look at me, if you want an answer.’’ This motherfucker.

‘’Look at this instead.’’ You shove the middle finger in his face, your eyes still fixated on the dirty carpet.

Taehyung laughs, ‘’real classic Y/N.’’ You retreat your hand and finally look up, being met with a prominent smirk on Taehyung’s face. ‘’Now answer my question.’’

‘’I don’t want to make this hard for Jimin,’’ he looks back before continuing, ‘’it’s been hard for him to date anyone so if he knows that you and I are exes, he would stop seeing Yeon-su. He cares too much about his friends' opinions. So can we please not tell them?’’

It clicked for you how happy they were together, Yeon-su’s smile didn’t disappear once you arrived and you don’t want to become a reason for them to split so fast. They deserve to be happy.

You let out a sigh, ‘’fine, but only because they don’t deserve this.’’ You reason at last, Taehyung just thanks you and you both decide to walk back to the couple.

After a few rounds of bowling, Yeon-su butts in with a comment, ‘’can’t believe you’ve known each other since high school! That’s a long time.’’ You smile awkwardly, your mind tracing back to the high school days but you stop yourself. Now is not the time to think back to when you and Taehyung just started dating.

‘’We have! Good times, right Y/N?’’ He hits his thigh against your own, begging for you to respond. You fakely smile, turning to look at Taehyung, slapping your hand against his back.

‘’Such,’’ another slap is received, ‘’good’’, and another, ‘’times.’’ Taehyung is biting back a groan out of pain and mostly annoyance. Of course you had to be bitter about this, he broke up with you – with no explanation. Yeon-su is too captured by Jimin’s good looks to even notice the tint of annoyance behind your response. Of all the lies Taehyung could pick, he had to choose high school?

‘’I’m surprised, Taehyung never mentioned you.’’ Jimin cuts in and you immediately feel a sting in your heart over his words. Taehyung and Jimin seemed to be very close, so exes must’ve slipped in a conversation at some point… But apparently not.

‘’We weren’t that close.’’ You catch a glance at Taehyung’s jaw clenching at your words. You smirk in victory, knowing you hit him right where you wanted to.

The double date ends on a somewhat positive note. Jimin and Yeon-su won over you and Taehyung – no surprise. You and Taehyung were mostly focused on not trying to break your silly little ‘buddies’ act around the oblivious pair. It created a strained atmosphere between you and you wanted nothing more than to go home and scream in a pillow.

‘’Well, we’re going this way.’’ You all stop at a stop sign, Yeon-su wrapped under Jimin’s embrace and Taehyung standing awkwardly next to you.

‘’Okay, have fun.’’ You smile at them before they turn around, leaving you stranded with Kim Taehyung.

‘’Can’t believe we were once like that.’’ You notice Jimin turning Yeon-su’s head with his arm around her shoulders to peck her lips.

‘’Too far.’’ You start walking, fuming inside over how chill Taehyung was being over this. You hadn’t seen each other for five years and this man decides to crack a few jokes, how lovely!

You don’t get too far before Taehyung grabs your wrist. ‘’I was joking.’’

‘’I think I missed out on the funny part about it.’’ You swiftly swing your arm, making him retrieve his firm grasp on your wrist.

‘’You’re so dense.’’ That makes you turn, wanting nothing more than to land a hard slap on Taehyung’s cheek. But you stop yourself.

‘’Fuck you.’’

‘’Done that.’’

You roll your eyes grunting, ‘’I’m out, don’t you dare follow me.’’ It’s not a warning, it’s a threat. Taehyung knows. So it’s a surprise for you when you hear footsteps as you’ve walked away from him.

‘’Taehyung.’’

‘’I just don’t want any creeps to hit on you.’’ He sounds… sincere. Funny how he suddenly cares about you. Looking up you see a dark alley, too dark for a woman.

‘’Fine. You can take me home.’’ He struts up to you, a smile on his face. You’re angrily pouting, not wanting to be bothered and here you are, being walked home by your ex.

It doesn’t take long for you to arrive in front of your apartment complex. Taehyung still follows you as you begin the stairs to your front door. You’re annoyed, he's doing the complete opposite of what you agreed to. He always had a tendency to be overly kind, not that your puppy love ass minded, but that was back then.

‘’This is more than okay. Thank you.’’ You hold your hands up, making a stop for Taehyung as if he’s a five year old child. ‘’Sure.’’ He stays put when you turn to unlock your door, Samba walking out to greet you. ‘’Hi pretty.’’ You kneel down, caressing her warm fur before she walks over to Taehyung, mewing and leans her head on his leg. She remembers him.

‘’Samba, I missed you.’’ He kneels as well, his fingers running through her black fur, her purring in response. You wished deep down you didn’t enjoy the sight of Taehyung caressing the cat you once shared. She must’ve missed him like crazy. ‘’She looks great.’’ Taehyung comments, smiling in your direction.

‘’Thank you.’’

‘’Well, I should get going,’’ Taehyung removes his hands from Samba, squatting back up from his previous position, ‘’good night.’’ With a good night in return, Taehyung disappears from your sight.

As you enter your apartment, you let out a deep awaited sigh. Samba looks up at you, ‘’I know Samba, I’m just as speechless as you.’’

Monday, you’re back on track with work. Spinning around your chair, trying your best not to think back of Taehyung and the way his hair looked so soft and – Y/N, seriously, now is not the time. You finally take notice that you have a meeting in five minutes. You remove yourself from your office chair and walk towards the meeting room. Greeting a few colleagues before you sit down next to Jules.

‘’I heard we’re having a visitor.’’ Jules whispers and you turn to confusion. Before you can ask further, your boss walks in with– you have got to be kidding me.

‘’Everyone, I’d love for you to meet Kim Taehyung, this firms new CEO.’’ Well, fuck me I guess?

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i'm sorry if this makes me sound like i'm overreacting or something, but i truly can't get over the way swifties have already turned the m*tty thing into just some blip, some month that aged us all or whatever, some shitty rebound bc "everyone makes bad choices". she made the choice to be incredibly public with a man who was doing nazi salutes and admitting he watched porn of black women being brutalized (among so much more). and then when fans of color talked about how upset we were, she doubled down. called it "cancel culture" or whatever. like..... did everyone collectively forget about that? everyone 'makes bad decisions especially after brutal breakups' is such a shitty excuse like do we ?? make decisions to date gross men who go against every moral we claim to have ?? who is "everyone" ??

idk as a fan of color that entire thing still hurts and what has hurt even more is seeing swifties rationalize it or act like it wasn't that big of a deal like 'omg she's so chaotic look what she put us through that month'. i have loved her for so long and i thought she also cared about her fans similarly that was a moment where i really was slapped in the face with the reality that it may be a show and she may actually not care as much as she says she does. and it's so painful for white fans to try to tell me i'm overreacting or wrong or don't know/care about her.

you're so right and as soon as the news of the breakup came out i said how everyones gonna diminish all of it and make it look small and even joke about it. taylor publicly dated a vocal bigot who said slurs and did so many terrible things. and when there was valid pushback, she made it into some 'im a grown women who can do what she wants, why are a mans actions blamed on the women' white feminism bullshit. she enabled racist, ableist, homophobic, antisemitic behavior and didnt see a problem with any of it.

and fans who gave her the benefit of the doubt and wrote it all off as 'she's just heartbroken and going through something' or 'we've all made bad choices in heartbreak' is so.... telling. like you openly admitting to dating racists or at least being okay with it is wild. and stop saying 'we' because believe it or not, any decent person would have racist, ableist, homophobic, antisemitic actions as a dealbreaker. but taylor didnt.

it's not a just a 'bad choice' or 'chaotic behavior'. she approved and enabled racist, ableist, homophobic, antisemitic behavior. she openly showed she was a bad person and any fan who writes it off as anything less is also one and im so sorry they made you feel like you were overreacting due to their under-reaction.

#answered #anonymous

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klayleyism · 5 months

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As per popular demand (literally 12 votes) I'm getting into what can be considered the controversial aspect of klayley

Or What the show failed to address

This is really also a character study for my girl Hayley all at once in regards to how her overlooked trauma affected her relationships ( because I love @bloodsoakedfangs )

Hayley never knew her family all she's aware of is that they gave her up, and her adoptive parents simply kicked her out at the young age of 13 I believe after finding out what she is,

She's an abandoned little girl forced to roam the streets on her own, that is both absolutely terrifying and very risky, there's no limits to what she might have gone through and seen as both a kid but also a girl if we're being realistic, which is a direct cause of her hyper independence, she was forced to rely on herself completely since childhood

Now in regards to Klaus, when she meets him, despite the disdain she understandably has for him there's also attraction, one she's fully aware of and okay with, she knows he's a horrible person but she's also self aware enough to know she's no better

So despite everything he's done to her friends including Tyler it wasn't enough to stop her from succumbing to that attraction, and as she herself states in ep 1, it's pretty common for her to go for that type of men

Straight forward to 1x02, the episode that pretty much seals the deal, so for a starter this will go into sensitive issues but unlike the writers I'm not going to sugarcoat it, but you can leave idk

Klaus is in fact very unstable, any slight provocation sends him off the rails, he has severe ptsd as a result of the abuse he endured and clearly suffers from abandonment issues, and that's not to justify or excuse anything he's ever done but rather it serves partially as an explanation for why he is the way he is , you CANNOT honest to God expect him to be able to be in or maintain a healthy relationship,

Similarly to hayley , who also suffers from abandonment issues and doesn't have a healthy perception of love or relationships which is why she always sabotages any healthy relationship she's in and ends up constantly running back to Klaus and giving her all in her quest for the family she fantasizes of finally having

Her reaction to what he does in that episode is when you see the trauma bonding part

He physically assaults her, almost killing her both and the baby in response to what he perceived as a threat of "leaving him" or pretty much being able to easily "take away" that fantasy he too has of a family he secretly wished for, to have something he can truly call his own, and maybe even heal what Mikael broke in him which is ironically why he got angry, she hit him where it hurts, the "kill her and the baby" was bullshit and how furious he was when she almost left him proves it, he was both worried he's being played by the witches AND scared of failing this child the way his father did, (he liked hayley too much to do shit to her as tvd proved already if he was ever careless about her she would've been gone by tvd 4x16 instead of him genuinely risking his life and his family's to just have dinner with her and then willingly let her go without her providing the life or death info she's nonchalantly holding back)

Even next morning when he tries to make up for what he did in his own way, he asks why she didn't just "leave him" and that he deserved it, by that point he calmed down, is clearly regretful and knew what he did had nothing to do with hayley, he was angry with himself

Hayley's reaction (who's very straightforward and dangerously bold, something Klaus admired in her since the beginning) to a violent man being To smile at him the very next morning, casually talk to him , being happy when he offers to do something as decent as fixing the air conditioning

is if anything a sad testament to how she's holding on to any crumb of affection he has to offer, to that dream of a family she never had growing up.

And throughout the first two seasons he still never learns, he still willingly puts her and THEIR child in mortal danger again in 1x06 because unsurprisingly he's jealous of Elijah's interest in her

She calls him horrible for it as she should and says Elijah is infinitely better than him but when he forces her to go back home and shuts off Elijah and Rebekah, her reaction (5x08) is to tell him that after ALL THAT, she wants to believe in him, and to not fail her, and is once again happy he agrees to get rid of the dead bodies he left to rot in the the middle of the compound ????

Her acknowledgement of him putting her and his child at risk twice because he's "a notorious Psycho" as she called him and that Elijah is a good man but at the same time staying with him after almost just leaving and still settling for whatever decency he may provide at some point

It's classic trauma bonding, where after anything horrible he does that throws her off he does something "nice" that makes her believe he may change, it might be worth it. Hence, the "I want to believe in you" it's not that she has a good reason to believe in him, it's that she desperately wants him to be what she sees in Elijah

And ultimately it's not even that she wants him to be better, she had Elijah, she had Jackson but it didn't stop her from bending over backwards for Klaus of all people but leaving Elijah whenever she has to put in any bit of work

Elijah and Jackson's sole appeal was that they loved her greatly, she felt loved, they were easy to love, they were good but when it came to putting in the work to make these perfectly healthy relationships work she dips, but all her energy is invested in a situationship (the term fits here sorry 😭) where Klaus keeps bringing them back to ground 0,

She also despite having Elijah and Rebekah says she's "sure she'll be doing this alone" in regards to Klaus probably not being a traditional father

When Mikael calls him all sorts of vile things , which from Hayley's perspective are all valid, she should agree with him , instead she hates Michael, defends Klaus saying none of it is true and stops calling Mikael Klaus's father

This ties well with season 2 where hayley literally blames Klaus for all the people coming after hope, she could've left but she goes with the option of marrying Jackson and staying even as it drove Elijah away ( tbf she also married Jackson for him which is funny because she literally went on to marry the low maintainance guy because she simply didn't want to work for her relationship with Elijah despite killing herself for Klaus of all people)

She stays because Klaus asked her to after swearing up and down she's leaving when her daughter was almost murdered /blown to pieces in one day due to what she perceived to be Klaus's indirect fault but she didn't give a fuck about Elijah begging her not to leave AFTER Klaus took the heat for killing Aiden and finally pushing her over the limits

She has said prior to that , to Klaus's face, that she's leaving for good if he doesn't change his ways

So it's absolutely telling when it's proven Klaus was her main, sole even, tie to the mikaelsons including ELIJAH 💀, that when she felt like she's too sick of his shit she ditches everyone FOR GOOD

She finds comfort in him and only him at her lowest, pushing Elijah away and only getting better when it's Klaus telling her she's family and boosting her confidence,

Same exact things Elijah said, except it's coming from the person that truly matters to her, she doesn't yell,she actually sits down and listens to him and eventually he's the only person to understand her and successfully gets her out of crippling depression and self loathing, as Elijah himself noted ironically

Hayley defends him abandoning her and hope,to go commit mass murder somewhere else, tells him she won't give up on him,writes him countless letters to tell him she misses him and she wouldn't have wanted anything to be different , including all her trauma mind you, because it led them to having hope together, something she wouldn't have changed

Now keeping everything he did especially in season 1 and 2 in mind,and her having other romances, she tells Klaus she wouldn't change the fact he's hope's father

That's how dedicated she was to him

Hayley did NOT love Elijah, she was attracted to him sure, he was first to show her kindness at a time she needed it most, especially from klaus

And he made her feel loved, something she craved

When it was easy she welcomed it but he wasn't worth staying for, fighting for or even getting to know given they both did not know or like each other beyond the romanticized version

What she had for Klaus,{ while for all the wrong reasons since she wasn't one with a healthy understanding of love due to trauma and abandonment, } was unconditional love, she knew exactly what he was, how vile and sadistic he can be, is a first hand witness to all of what he can be too but it made her attachment to him and the sacrifices she was willing to make for him all the more stronger,

It's the "show don't tell" version of the all consuming devotion d*lena and the other ships failed to have

Mainly because they're both similar in the way that they were both fucked up individuals, both self aware and know they aren't good people and both desperate for love, love that truly sees them for what they are but doesn't shy away from it, it's why she's the ONLY love interest he calls family, and family as he describes is above all others, worth everything, the only constant for him,more reasons why it's very dumb to say he loved any other woman more than her .

Klaus and hope (being two faces of the same coin for her) are the single most important people to hayley,above literally everyone else , the two people she spared a glance before offing herself

The ones she fought tooth and nail for,risked everything for on multiple occasions

Hayley was a complicated character, she's damaged and all she knew from others was abuse and abandonment

It's why Klaus is familiar, safe, her comfort zone

She uses the two healthy relationships she has to feel better about herself, discards them when it's convenient but does ALL that, endures all that from a man who's treatment of her is typical, why she defends him and risks everything for him and is more than happy with the tiniest bit of love he has for her can be summarized in trauma bonding and "daddy issues" , he's an older guy with all the power here , he's emotionally unavailable, unpredictable and quite violent but occasionally calls her with an endearing nickname "little wolf" and can be soft with her, why while she revels in pissing him off and challenging his authority he's the only man she keeps running back to and can actually get her to listen to him when no one else can

While, like she herself says even when she hates the living shit out of him for all the ways he hurts her (out of love from his perspective) she can't help but love him

They're basically a match made in hell, they have no limits to what they'd do for each other, and out of every other one of their ships they're the only ones with an actual relationship where they fully see, understand, accept and love each other no matter how heinous they can be

And if anything it makes sense because at that point they were both too far gone to know what healthy love looks like

They develop at season 3 but that's a different convo

The main point is that I can still talk about their relationship because it was actually written surprisingly well despite the neglect and are very,very complex and multi layered outside of classical and empty romance

Klayley, through hope, what the show was built around and who they are as characters was pretty much a part of the show's heart and core all while integrating romantic elements without it becoming their sole defining characteristic

Something you can't say about the other romantic relationships in the show

#i will write think pieces about a 10 years old cw show before i seek therapy #anti haylijah #klayley #the originals #klaus mikaelson #hayley marshall #tvd

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the idea of dipper and bill having to act as a "normal" white fence suburdan home married couple bc of "blending in with community" to investigate some particular magical phenamone or a cult or a monster or whatever and dipper is suffering, and bill is suffering too but he's also having sick fun with horrid fascination as an insane demon does, and they ask mabel for ideas, they have a barbeque housewarming party-

-wont leave my mind, its been *days*

dipper: this sucks, people live like this???

bill: I KNOW! THIS SUCKS! *fascinated like a watching a trainwreck or natural disaster* AMAZING

Pine Tree shuts the door behind him very quietly. A gentle 'click' as the latch sets in place.

Bill looks up from where he was flipping through the newspaper. He puffs on his pipe - unlit, but hey! It's for the look of things! - and smiles.

"Hello honey!" Bill takes the pipe out of his mouth, bouncing a slipper on his foot. "How was the homeowner's association meeting?"

Pine Tree stares forward. A muscle in his jaw twitches.

Bill hums to himself, and smiles.

Domesticity! Such as it is. That wonderful white-picket fence, no magic, no monsters, and no chaos-

The paper under his hands tears slightly. Bill clears his throat, shuffling the pages. He gives up on the ruse of news-reading - whether or not those nosy assholes across the street are watching - and flips, nonchalant, right to the comics section. He already solved the crossword in his head ten minutes ago.

Easy. He's got this. It's only been, like a couple days. There are way longer cons he's played, and this one isn't the worst!

Besides.

He'll be damned if he breaks before his mortal does.

"I talked to Linda." Pine Tree's voice is flat. He slowly strides over to the window, and draws the curtains shut.

"And?" Bill prompts, sitting up a little more. Man, sapling's got a full thousand yard-gaze going! He watches with fascination.

"She's so glad to see that the," Pine Tree lifts his hands, making finger quotes. "'Non-traditional' couple is so," He swallows, holding down some simmering fury. "'Decent'" Bill's throat jumps, but. Nope, not perfect. The gagging noise still came through. But he nods, very seriously.

Acting.

"And," Pine Tree says, very slowly. Turning towards Bill, equally slow, and deliberate. "Even though she said I could water the lawn, since it's dying, now I can't water the lawn, because it violates some…" His hand clenches to a fist by his side. "Like, contractor agreement thing?"

"Oh, don't worry about that, honey!" Bill exclaims, with a perfect nineteen fifties voice - he's got that in the bag. "I'm sure it'll all work ou-"

"Except," Pine Tree strides in, planting hands on Bill's armchair, and staring him right in the face. "We're also getting fined for every day that the lawn is dead."

Bill can't help it. He snorts, face scrunching up. A full catch-22! Linda's got another thing coming, eventually. Once they track down this monster.

But hey! Bill can understand sadism, and contractual bullshit! If only Pine Tree wasn't around, he'd have made the trap appropriately lethal.

"Aw, rough day, huh?" Bill sets his pipe down, patting his husband on the shoulder. "Don't worry, honey, we'll-"

And Pine Tree yanks him forward. Gripping Bill's smoking jacket so tight that he hauls him nearly out of his chair. Bill blinks.

"If you call me 'honey' again," He mutters. "I'm going to murder you."

Bill can't stop his laugh this time, and as his cute little mortal rattles him back and forth -

Oh thank chaos, Pine Tree's the one broke first.

"Bill? This sucks." Pine Tree insists, teeth gritted. Shaking Bill harder now. He searches for words, he splutters - one hand waves at the air. "How does anyone live like this?"

Ha! Maybe now he gets how great he has it. No bureaucracy ! No trying to hide what you are from jerks who think magic is 'wrong'! No suburban life, no lawncare, and no rules!

Bill's mortal has too many hangups. You can explode any problem if you want to!

Pity he's not willing to do it with Linda.

"Hell if I know!" Bill exclaims, and surges up. He heaves out a breath, scratching at his neck. "Bullshit magical prejudice. Don't worry, kid!" He pats his husband on the back. "We'll get out of here in no time."

The monster that's preying on these mortals can't hide much longer. Once that's solved, Bill's contingency will kick in. And then -

"No, I found the vampire," Pine Tree says, half distracted. Bill does a double-take. What, he didn't mention that first? "I just, uh."

Bill wags a hand. Prompting.

And Pine Tree shrugs. Offering up an awkward smile. He rubs the back of his neck. "I…. kinda rigged her septic tank to blow once we got out of here."

Bill tugs him closer, beaming now. "Now that's a nice move!" He tucks his hands under Pine Tree's arms, but the human squirms away before he can pick him up. "It's what, a vicinity based setup?" A quick nod, and he grins wider. "Clever trick, kid." "I'd... ask if that's too much, but knowing you, it's not." Bill's cute little mortal punches him, adorably, in the stomach.

"Pfft, nah, that's nothing," Bill nudges him, and grins. Pine Tree's not the only guy who's heard some comments. "You should see what I set up for her house."

#Written in about fifteen minutes so sorry for any really dumb shit or typos #Queuing this for later #I'm going to sleep for five years now #Okay it was more like twentyfive if you count some edits #This is only one example but you KNOW they both hated that shit #SO boring #Dipper probably enjoyed the domesticity for like #Eight hours #Until it started weirding him out #And Bill just got FULL into his role #But if Dipper didn't break he was like within six hours of doing so #Less than half a day for full-on stir-crazy demon NEEDING some chaos #Good thing you solved it first Dipper or there wouldn't have been much of a neighborhood after #Arguably a good thing depending on who lived there #Nah they probably had some really nice neighbors nearby who brought them like #A pineapple upsidedown cake and welcomed them warmly #Bill would have spared them/their house because he has a special like for upside down desserts #Also because Dipper would have been mad at him if he hadn't #Neither of these two do well in perfectly suburban environments #Getting bored out of their skulls without some mystery or monsters or drama #The only result would be that one of them would create it #answers #Sorry for the dumb bullshit

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Frozen in place

Ayup, this is my gift for the Mcyt g/t Secret Santa event of 2022! :D After a bit of writing, I have finally finished my first prompt for this Event for @rasaywhat :D

Oh almost forgot to @mcyt-gt-events as well don't want to forget those guys- XD

Tw: Fear, soft vore, safe vore, H/C. WC: 1,456

Philza was flying over the snowy forest. There had to be something out here… he needed to feed his kids with something, anything at this point. “C’mon… show yourselves mates…” He muttered, before descending to a small lake nearby. God, he was tired… he reached a talon down, and tentatively scratched at the ice, before making a decently-sized hole to drink out of. He used his hands to scoop up some of the freezing cold water and drank it slowly, feeling it slide down his gullet. He eagerly drank some more, before leaning down with a cantina and getting some for his kids at the nest. He was quick to fill it up, the water already starting to freeze up, he even accidentally dipped part of his right-wing as he hurried… and that was his most fatal error. As he tried to pull up, his wing didn’t move. His eyes widened. “Fuck, no no no!” He kept pulling, but it was too late, the water was already too frozen over… somehow even more so as it hungrily froze over his wing. Fuck that was so cold! He pulled, and pulled, making a few panicked chirps, until he fell over, and couldn’t get up. “Shit! Help! Is there anyone out here?” He called, what would Wil and Tom do when he didn’t return?

He made another shout, before flopping over some more. His mind thought through all the possibilities… what to do, what to do…? Then, he heard something… something that gave him shivers, not of cold, but of fear. Footsteps… massive ones. They came from just behind him, where he couldn’t see. “A- Who’s there!?” He asked, hoping that it wasn’t a giant. “Heh-?” Sounded a deep and monotone voice from far above… That wasn’t a good sign. “Oh no…” He kept still, and quiet, though he knew it probably wouldn’t help. He heard a noise of something, presumably the giant shifting down on a knee. “Oh… you’re stuck aren’t you-? Wings frozen.” He said, emotion difficult to detect. “Um… Fuck just eat me already.” Phil said, resigned as he stayed still, just waiting for what was to come. But the Giant didn’t speak. “I’m not gonna do that.” He said simply, the voice getting closer, as a strange rubbing motion was heard. Phil let out a brief laugh, before replying: “Bullshit…” “I’m really not Old Man.” Phil sighed, he was NOT old, despite what Wil and Tom had said several times, then, a VERY warm thing came right next to his wing.

He turned his head toward it and saw a massive, kinda pinkish but dark, hand touch the ice on and around his wing. Oh Shit. Must be… a giant piglin maybe? He thought as he turned his head away, not wanting to see it. But then… he felt something, different. His wing, it became loose! The ice was melting at the warm hand, and eventually, he was able to pull the appendage completely free, and backed away, turning around to face the giant before being picked up, warm fingers wrapping around his small frame. “Ah! L-Let me go please!” He struggled against it, before being brought to a warm chest. “Gah…” Admittedly, the warmth was really nice after being cold for so long… he hadn’t slept a good night's sleep for a while now… “I’m… not the best with comfort man, just, try to sleep or something-” Phil mumbled something in agreement as the giant piglin’s footsteps rocked him to sleep…

Perspective swap…

Techno watched the bird… holding him in his hands probably wasn’t the best idea, especially with that injured wing, one wrong move could make it even worse. He thought for a moment, mulling over his options as he trekked back home. If he tied it up in a sort of sling, to keep it in place in case it was broken-(He didn’t dare inspect it too closely, lest he causes more damage.)-He could safely swallow the bird down to his storage stomach. After a bit more contemplation, he carefully tied the wings close to the bird, trying not to cause too much pain, he was very relieved when the wing was in fact, not broken but instead just very cold and injured from its dip in the water. Afterward, he gently set the bird into his mouth, and swallowed them down to his storage with relative ease… that should provide both more warmth, and make the trip faster as he moved at a quickened pace… to 'The Blood God’s' humble abode.

One hour later…

Technoblade entered his cabin that he’d made himself, holding the Bird Man as carefully as possible,(He’d regurgitated them as soon as the house was visible.) before setting him on a counter. “Ok, now what…? “ He questioned, before grabbing a few breadcrumbs and leaving them on a plate next to the Avian. “Guess I just… wait for you to wake up huh-?” He’d eventually sit down in a chair in the nearby ‘living room’ and read a book, flipping through the pages…patiently waiting for his ward to awaken… he did a few things around the home, making sure that everything would be nice and safe for the human-sized creature to live in, his house may not be the most well-put-together thing in the world… but at least it was something that worked. Honestly the fact that he could fit a functional fireplace and ‘kitchen’ inside was astounding. After about two more hours of vibing in the house, absentmindedly reading old tales transcribed from human books to giant form ages and ages ago, the bird made a little groan. Techno’s eyes widened ever so slightly. Okay, this shouldn’t be that hard. “Er, hey-” He said, causing the Avian male to snap his head over to the voice and back away slightly. “It’s okay little guy, I’m uh, not gonna hurt you-” He said awkwardly, keeping a comfortable distance from him. The small bird stopped backing up but was still very clearly nervous.

“S-So… you’re not going to e-eat or kill me mate-?” He asked the impossibly massive giant, still trying to keep a distance as he tested his injured wing. “No, of course not… that’s an old myth man-” The Piglin Giant responded in a deep voice, though it was kept quiet enough to not hurt the poor bird’s ears. The two stood in brief awkward silence before the Piglin broke it. “Sooooo… what’s your name-?” “Phil… Philza’s my name.” He replies, seeming slightly less nervous with the rather ordinary conversation. “So um… how about you mate-? What’s your name?” Phil asked, working up the courage to walk forward a little bit, getting a tiny bit closer to the giant as more and more trust was built. “My name is Techno, Technoblade for full.” He spoke monotony, but with a smile. They talked for a little bit more, discussing typical topics such as literature and their lives. “...and that’s why my favorite book is the Princess Bride.” Techno finished, he’d been monologuing about the books in his little ‘library’ like The Art of War and The Princess Bride. “Yeah, seems like a cool book mate.” He said with a smile, before remembering… “Um, how long do you think my wing will take to heal-? I um, have some Children at my nest and I need to make sure they’re safe-” Phil asked the piglin giant, looking out a nearby window, hoping that they were alright without him.

“Hmm… it shouldn’t take too long for it to heal, I’d say three days tops? You’re lucky you didn’t break it-” He said dryly, though maybe it was also slightly jokingly-? “I could go check on them if you liked.” He said suddenly. “Um, not sure if that’d be the best idea Techno Mate-” Phil replied nervously, fidgeting with his coat as he said this. “Why not?” Techno asked rather bluntly. “Well… you know, scared of Giants-” He said with a nervous smile. “Ah… I get it, see me and it just causes fear-” A dry laugh comes from him as he says this. “Eheh yeah-” “I should still probably check on them though…” The Piglin Giant said after a moment, looking to the door. “Err… yeah you’re probably right mate.” Techno nodded and asked for an approximate location which Phil provided reluctantly. “Ok, think I’ve got it… you’re sure you’ll be okay alone?” He already had a hand on the doorknob. “Y-Yeah mate… I’ll be oki.” He lay on a small pillow that the Piglin had made himself a little while ago, and waved goodbye as he left. Phil sighed, hoping that Wil and Tommy would be alright for just a bit longer as he let his wing heal…

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And there we go, my Mcyt g/t Secret Santa of 2022 prompt has been finished :D I do apologize for ending it on a tad bit of a cliffhanger, but hopefully with luck I'll get to a part two, probably, maybe, probably not- cough cough I know it's been a while since I last released a fic but, at least it's something @w@ Anyway, hope y'all enjoyed the fic :)

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oddly specific kurt kunkle request? reader works in retail and one day they complain to their boyfriend kurt about a regular customer (a creepy old man who keeps hitting on reader and making them super uncomfortable), so kurt kills the creepy dude?

i have a guy at my job that is literally a fucking perv so i had some ideas LMFAO

“it’s just really pissing me off,” you ranted as you paced around the living room. “this dude has to be like 60 years old, i’m telling you… and he wouldn’t stop putting his hand on my back every time he made me bend down to show him the stupid iphone chargers.”

kurt watched you, his head turning every direction you went in. he was sitting on the couch furious, his arms crossed against his chest. he was sick with the thoughts of some creepy old man taking advantage of your store’s customer service policy just to get close to you.

“that’s so messed up,” he sighed, laying his back against the leather cushion. “did you tell anybody?”

“yes!” you threw your arms up in anger. “i told like two of mycoworkers on the registers and they just tried to tell me he was ‘being nice.’ it’s a load of bullshit.”

you hated your retail job. you hated it so much. you worked at a failing business that tended to only attract older people with no clue of social norms. mostly it was just having to deal with out of touch people, mean and grumpy at your explanations, and help. you learned to deal with it, your benefits were nice and you got a decent paycheck, but some days you wanted to just chop your head off in front of the whole store to scar everyone in sight. maybe that would make people start to change.

you just learned to cope the best you could, but today was different.

“maybe bring it up with your general manager?” he tried to propose a solution. “i don’t know, i-i’ve never really worked retail before.”

“i wish it was that simple,” you sat down next to him. “he comes in every week and is normal to everyone else, except me. i just feel gross, like i want to cut off the chunk of skin he kept touching.”

“i’m sorry,” he put an arm around your shoulders, bringing you closer and touching his head to yours. “it will get better, maybe just bring his name up to one of your managers and maybe he will get banned.”

“i guess you are right,” you turned to face him. “thank you for letting me rant to you, i know that was probably annoying and all.”

“no,” he kissed your cheek. “it wasn’t at all, im glad you told me.”

he had so many thoughts racing through his head, he could see this man touching you, your face of pure disgust and worry. it made him so enraged, his fingernails digging into his palm as he tried his best to contain himself. he got pretty good at masking his anger, especially in front of you. he never wanted to scare you off with the dark thoughts and actions that ran through him.

he had a plan though. he knew this guy’s routine from all your stories you had told him the last few weeks. he thought about stalking the store, seeking out the guy, following him home, and then beating the ever living shit out of him. watching the older man’s frail bones break as kurt just broke him into a million pieces.

“hey uh, it’s (y/n), was just calling to see if you are okay, it’s been like three hours since you got done driving and you said you were bringing dinner. just call me back when you get the chance, just a little worried.”

it was already eight pm and you hadn’t heard anything from kurt since he got off of spreeing for the day. you texted him a few times, shocked when he wasn’t quick to answer. that boy practically lives on his phone, he texts you a billion times a day checking in on you, but today was different. you tried to just tell yourself that he got caught up in something, maybe his dad needed a ride somewhere. he usually begged kurt to take him to the most outlandish of places so you tried your best to believe your made up story.

you had taken a shower once you got home around four, made yourself look good for your boyfriend. you were gonna eat dinner with him then hope you guys would get to messing around a bit, maybe show off your new underwear you hadn’t had a proper chance to debut to him yet. it was really bothering you that he hadn’t said a word for hours.

before you could worry anymore, kurt had stumbled through the door, slamming it once he got inside. you ran from your room to the living room to see him, happy that he was alive. you were about to report him as missing due to your dramatics.

“hey is everything okay?” you had thrown yourself around him, his arms tightening around you.

“oh yeah,” he spoke into your ear. “just had to take care of something a-and my phone died.”

you pulled away, hands now holding his. he smiled at you, his eyes bright and happy. all your worries went away, his face being enough o make you feel okay.

“did you get dinner?” you asked, starving from not eating since your lunch.

“i was thinking i could take you out,” his grin made your heart flutter. “anywhere you want to go, it’s on me.”

you nodded.

“honestly can we just sit inside taco bell?” you giggled. “i just really want a beefy burrito right now.”

“yeah of course,” he kissed your forehead. “anything for you.”

you told him you would be right back, going to your room to get a pair of shoes on. he sat on the couch for a moment and let out a huff, his mind fuzzy.

he would do anything to make you happy, he loves making you happy. he wants to be your saving grace, your only hope. he looked down at his jacket, smiling at the tiny bloodstain that was left on him. it was all for you, it’s always going to be for you. he wouldn’t have it any other way.

“okay i’m read-“ you stopped for a moment as you noticed a blood smear from the side of his temple down to his ear. “… hey are you bleeding?”

his hand shot to the side of his face that your eyes were fixated on, his fingers grazing the dried blood. he pulled down his hand to look at it and sure enough, there was dried blood that bunch up on his pointer and middle finger.

“oh uh,” he pretended to look as shocked as he possibly could. “i hit my head on the uh… side of my door today w-when getting gas. i was trying to uh… hurry for my next passenger, i didn’t notice i was bleeding.”

he stood up and went to your bathroom, quickly turning in the sink. he pulled out a washcloth from your drawer, soaking it then scrubbing at his temple.

you followed in shortly after, nervous that he had really hurt himself. you tried to get up close to inspect the suspected wound but he pulled away from you.

“oh i-i’m okay,” he finished cleaning it off. “it’s just a tiny scratch on my scalp, nothing major.”

“are you sure?” you tried to reach for him again. “let me check it for you-“

“no it’s fine i promise,” he put the cloth on the counter. “we should get to t-taco bell before they close.”

you nodded and turned around, heading out the restroom door. kurt looked in the mirror one last time, the events of the day playing through his head.

he punched the guy in the face, as hard as he could. the man stumbled to the ground of his front lawn, groaning at the impact. kurt through another hard hitter, the man passing out.

he had put him in his car and drove him to the junkyard, his usual place for his victims. he layer his body against the gravel in front of his car, waiting for the man to wake up again. he was growing impatient, the pocket knife on his key opened and ready to be used. kurt decided to stab him in the side repeatedly, the old man awakening to the pain. he looked at kurt with eyes of terror, his hand reaching for the bloody wound.

“this is what you get m-mother fucker,” he stuttered, stabbing him again.

the man tried to grab kurt with his bloody hand, the liquid smearing against the side of his head.

“are you coming or what?” you asked, breaking him out of his memory.

“y-yeah,” he turned off the light and head to you. “just wanted to say i love you.”

“i love you.” he gave you a kiss on your cheek.

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Sins & Amends Chapter 20

Billy Russo x Female Reader (60 part story)

This follows pre- the punisher into the storyline of daredevil, punisher season 1 and beyond

This is NOT Canon Billy. This is decent human being Billy left with bad options over worse decisions

This was also posted to A03 under: WaywardGaPeach. That account and this one is the only place you'll see me post this. If you see it on any other platform/account know it's not me.

Chapter Summary/Warnings: With Frank dropping bodies at an alarming rate you try your best to keep up and to not get caught in more vigilante bullshit than necessary

You knew Frank's appearances at your door would be few and far between. He was doing his best to keep those he cared about that was still breathing in that shape. You just wished there was more you could do to help him besides keeping your phone turned on at night should he need a patch job unexpectedly.

He was dropping bodies faster than the news or police could keep up. You had enough contacts in the NYPD after so many years of being a paramedic that rumors floated your way. A war between gangs was the best theory. Those who knew what was going on were worried about who would be next or if a civilian would end up in the cross hairs. You knew that wouldn't happen. Frank wasn't a bad guy, he wasn't some psychopath. He was a man who had watched his family get slaughtered and not be able to stop it. Lack of skills was the only thing keeping you from insisting on being at his side.

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You were trying to find some semblance of a new routine. You'd help Curtis with the meetings he held, the soup kitchen and had dinner with him at least once a week. You started going over to Alice and Kenzie's at least one night a week. You had to keep your head on straight should the occasion arise Frank need you.

A part of you felt wrong not telling Curtis. He deserved to know Frank was alive. It's not like he'd say anything but you had made a promise to not tell anyone and nothing could make you break that promise.

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Of course around the station house discourse was coming up as to what was actually going on. Some believed what the news was reporting, others thought it was some sort of secret government clean up. You kept your mouth shut and stayed clear of any and all discussions revolving around the gang murders.

You were almost off shift one night when the news of Metro-General being shot up by a lone gunman came through. Apparently he was after a witness involving the Irish gang murders. Your eyes flew up to Jason's when he said those words "How do you know that?" You asked a lot harsher than you meant to. He shrugged "sergeant Mahoney. You remember him don't ya?" You nodded so he continued "He told me. From what they're thinking this guy is the person behind all the killings a one man wrecking crew"

"Well if he shot up the hospital they'll have footage and be able to identify him" Kayla tossed out only to be over talked by Jessie who said "Who cares? Not a single civvie has been injured. Cops need to stay out of it and let the man work" any further conversation was lost to you from the sound of your own heartbeat pounding in your ears. They'd know who he was. Fuck all of New York would know Frank was alive and his face would be plastered every where. You couldn't keep him safe.

"Y/N you ok? You're a bit flushed" Alice asked in all but a whisper. You slowly shook your head and checked your watch "No I'm not. I um do you think you can cover me leaving early? Riley and Ash will be here soon" "Of course. Is there something I can help with?" You shook your head and headed to the locker room "No but I promise I'll call you in the morning"

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You hadn't made it but a couple blocks when your phone started ringing from a blocked number "Hello?" You answered cautiously and let out a breath you hadn't realized you'd been holding when Frank's voice was the one on the other end "Hey kid" you glanced around and saw the only other people on the sidewalk were out of ear shot but you lowered your voice regardless "You went after one of the pieces of scum at a hospital?" "No one got hurt. You know me better than that"

You ran a hand across your face so as to not get louder "No shit. I meant the fucking cameras. NYPD knows you're behind the killings. Cameras are a bitch. They're gonna find out who you are" "This the part where you tell me you can't help me any more"

"Of fucking course not. I'm a paramedic and have no legal requirement to report who i render aid to off the clock. I'm just worried about you" "Don't be. I'll come by your place once I'm sure no one knows I'm coming. I just need you to make sure my nose ain't broke" "I'll be around" you said to the dead line and cursed before sliding the phone back into your pocket. Shit was about to get real deep.

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"So you shot daredevil? Did you fucking kill him?" You asked Frank once you'd popped his nose back into place and made sure there would be no lasting damage. "Naw I hit mainly helmet. He'll have one hell of a headache but I'm sure I'll see that red asshole again soon enough" you wanted to laugh to keep from crying. For the first time in a while you were terrified and not for yourself. What if the remaining members of any of the gangs caught up with Frank?

"I'll be fine Y/N. If you can't handle this anymore I get it sweetheart. It's getting neck deep" you forgot at times just how long you'd known Frank when he read your expressions like that it was a reminder. "I ain't going anywhere just..just stay alive Frankie. Please?" He pressed a quick kiss to your temple "I'll be fine" before you could say anything he was disappearing out your door and down the hall. You glanced out and didn't catch so much as a glimpse of his back.

"From your mouth to God's ear" you said to the empty hall then shut your door and locked it. You glanced at the time and said a silent thank you to the powers that be that you were off the following day,you needed a shower and a nap.

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Your phone ringing broke you out of your sleep and you groaned when you looked at the time to see you had barely hit four hours.

You felt around on your nightstand then bought the phone to your ear without even looking at the caller i.d. "Hello?" "Y/N I need a favor" you sat up blinking at Kenzie's voice "What's wrong? Did something happen? Are you ok? Is Alice ok?"

Your heart was pounding in your chest and you knew it was just a gut reaction to what had happened with Maria and the kids but you couldn't help it. "Y/N deep breath. I'm ok. Alice is ok. She's just busy and I need some paramedic version of help for a friend of mine" you pushed the blanket off your legs and was already walking into your closet as you asked "There a reason they can't call an on duty squad?"

"Well um his friend is blind and a bit self conscious about getting hurt and he knows I'm with Alice so he called to see if she could come over and since she can't I figured I'd see if you were busy" you reached for a pair of jeans but stopped halfway "This friend have a name by chance?" "Franklin Nelson? You know Nelson and Murdock?" "The law firm that handled the Fisk case? Yeah everyone knows them" you answered sliding the jeans onto your legs. "Well I've known Foggy for a while and apparently last night Matt his law partner took a fall and got a pretty good lick to the head but doesn't want to go in. Can you go to Matt's apartment and check him over?"

"Text me the address and make sure Foggy knows I'm coming" you replied and you heard a ding and saw where she'd already sent the address through "Thank you so much Y/N" "Anything for you dear" you told her before she said bye. You laid the phone down so you could finish getting dressed. Wonder if Foggy had some coffee made because you didn't want to take the time to make any.

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You walked up the stairs checking numbers until you were at the one Kenzie had said. You hesitated for a second and shifted your med bag before knocking. "One second!" A voice called out before the door opened to show a friendly looking guy with longish hair who was a little on the bigger side but his smile made you feel at ease.

"You must be Y/N" he said and offered his hand. You shook it then patted your bag "Did this give me away" "a bit" he replied then added "I'm Foggy by the way" "Nice to meet you but where's the injured person I'm here for?" You didn't want to seem rude but if you were lucky maybe you could grab some coffee after you left and get a nap before meeting Curtis later that evening.

"Oh yeah he's on the couch" he said waving his hand into the apartment so you walked past him stopping so he could close the door and show you further inside.

On the couch was a brown haired guy who appeared to just be wearing boxers laid back covered with a blanket and his eyes closed. "Matt the paramedic is here" Foggy announced so Matt sat up pulling the blanket further up. You appreciated the thought but you'd seen a lot worse than his bare chest and legs. He was a good looking guy and just a small part of you felt weird for acknowledging that even to yourself. Maybe it was the fact that he was a patient or maybe some remnant of the past lingering in your mind. You pushed it away quickly going into work mode.

"Um Mr Murdock? My name's Y/N is it ok if I give you a once over?" You asked and he smiled slightly "of course. Forewarning don't try to see if my eyes are dilated and it's Matt by the way" "Well I see your sense of humor wasn't hurt huh Matt?" You asked sitting your bag down on the table next to him before digging out gloves.

You checked him over and once you cleaned the blood away saw that dermabond would do the trick to close what wound was there. "How'd this happen again?" You asked as you worked. "I fell" Matt answered almost before you finished asking.

"Well if you don't mind me saying don't you have a cane or something? I'd suggest using it" "Yes ma'am" he replied but the way he tracked your movements not with his eyes but with his actions made you feel there was a lot more to him and how he'd gotten hurt than what you were being told but you brushed it off and finished cleaning him up then stripped your gloves off.

"Well Matt you're good to go. Give it a little while but by tonight showering is fine. I wouldn't suggest taking any more blows to the area so be extra careful please. You can take aspirin as needed. You may have some dizziness or ringing in your ears. That's common but if you feel you're losing any hearing or if the pain gets worse than over the counter meds can help I would suggest going to the hospital" "Thank you Y/N" he smiled when he spoke and once again you got the feeling of something else going on but you brushed it off.

You gathered your things then smiled at Foggy "Do you want my cell number so you can contact me directly should he get hurt again? I don't mind helping who I can"

"Actually that would be great" he held his phone out so you added your number and your name plus paramedic by it in parenthesis. You handed his phone back then said "Take care you two and nice work on the Fisk case" "Thanks and thanks for taking care of Matt" Foggy said and Matt added "If you ever need a lawyer feel free to look us up" "I'll keep that in mind" you laughed then showed yourself out.

So maybe some of Maria's tendencies of claiming strays had rubbed off on you. Those two seemed like decent guys and if Kenzie liked them they must be. Besides when was having two lawyers on your side a bad thing? You shook your head as you walked down the stairs. Quick stop at the coffee shop then you could maybe catch another hour or so before meeting Curtis later.

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You were just walking downstairs to Curtis' car when your phone started ringing from a blocked number again. You took a breath and held it considering it was night them. That was when Frank hunted so that was when he ended up hurt.

"Y/N. Any way you can bring me a couple suture kits?" You turned around and walked right back into your apartment "Where to? Curtis is waiting downstairs for me so what do I tell him?" There was silence for a moment then Frank spoke "That's even better. I'll give you the address get him to wait on you in the car, just say it's personal. Come up to the roof, give me the kits then get as far from here as possible got me?" You shoved three suture kits out your med bag into your purse and added your gun as well. Frank sounded like trouble was brewing and you didn't want to walk in naked. "Be there in ten" you said then he hung up without another word.

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You had to hand it to Curtis. Yes he was extremely protective of you but when you told him it was personal he agreed to wait in the car given you be back down in the agreed on twenty minutes. "If I'm not down feel free to call the calvary and come busting doors down ok?" He had rolled his eyes at your comment but laughed nonetheless.

The walk up the stairs you were waiting for someone to point out that you didn't belong here. You could talk your way out the situation of course but you also didn't know what was going on with Frank so better not to even be caught. You made it to the roof access door and the moment your hand touched the handle it opened to show Frank on the other side.

He pulled you out onto the roof checking the stairwell behind you in the meantime. "I bought you three kits. I didn't know how badly you were hurt this time" you held the kits out and he nodded "Thanks it's just a bullet graze. Shit went a little sideways" you heard what sounded like chains rattling and your eyes went wide "Frank do you have someone tied up?"

He looked over his shoulder and gave a sharp nod "Told ya I'd be seeing red again" you pushed past him despite him telling you to go back down and followed the sound of the chain. When you walked around the corner there was daredevil himself chained to a portion of the roof. "At least tell me you didn't shoot him again" you whispered to Frank.

Daredevil's face turned up at your voice. "Who's that?" "None of your fucking concern. Forget she was here or we'll have problems" Frank's voice was a growl but you were frozen to the spot. That voice, added into where Daredevil's helmet was damaged and the familiar way he tracked movement. It wasn't possible was it? Matt was blind, you'd checked his eyes yourself but you had that same feeling you did in his apartment and he'd gotten hurt the same night Frank had shot Daredevil.

"Kid you alright?" Frank asked and you nodded. "He won't bother me. Will you red?" You wanted to call him by his name to see if he'd react but you also didn't want to let on anything considering he also knew your voice and if you were right his best friend had your cell number.

He shook his head "She just bought you suture kits. I can't hold helping someone in need against her" "Good" Frank replied then touched your elbow "Get going now. Once you get back down to Curt decide you want to eat on the other end of the city, got it?"

You nodded and started to walk off but stopped to look back at Frank. There was so much you wanted to say but with another set of ears there you didn't want to get too much into it so you simply said "Stay alive" he shrugged one shoulder and replied "I always do"

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"So you gonna tell me what that was about or why the sudden change in appetite?" Curtis asked as he drove down the street. You cut your eyes towards him and gave a small smile "I told you it was personal and I remembered Ash talking about the new korean barbeque place and I wanna try it" he studied you for a moment then shook his head "I know you better than that but I'm gonna let it go cause I'm hungry and you're like a sister to me so I'll trust that if you need me you'll tell me"

"You know I will Curt" you were just happy he'd chosen to let it go for tonight and said a silent prayer to whoever or whatever was listening that Frank and Matt would both still be alive and well come morning light.

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Part 3 : you can run but you can't hide

Warning : HEAVY misogyny . Sexist world building . Kidnapping . Forced marriage . Objectification .

I DO NOT CONDONE THESE ACTIONS AND THIS IS MERELY FICTION !

Part 1 : Hide yourself girlie

Part 2 : I can see you

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Ever since that day in the dressing room , you could tell Tartaglia was getting more and more suspicious of you . Your skin would crawl whenever you saw his gaze linger on you . Conversations used to be awkward with him but now it was awkward and nerve wracking . Sometimes he would raise an eyebrow whenever he noticed something off about your voice . Asking if you've been having a cold recently . All you could do was laugh it off and tell him your voice had been like this since birth . Him shrugging his shoulders before heading off for another mission . You always had to wonder if he was truly joking with you or did he actually know . Regardless you knew you couldn't stay here for long , or else the cobweb of lies your life has been built on would crumble . With how suspicious Tartaglia was of you . Your best option was to get transferred . You were a decent secretary and most Harbingers changed theirs frequently . Who to pick that Tartaglia was scared off? Damselette.

But weeks gone passed and you didn't receive a call from her . You had lost all hope at this point . During a particularly snowy night , a letter slipped underneath your door with Damselette's wax seal on the letter .

- " There is no good way to say this . Quit , if you want your life to be sparred . Signora has told me you were a women . If you want to know what's best for you . Say you are retiring and getting married . "

That's what her letter wrote . ' Quit ? ' that's what she said ? You worked your ass off for years and thats all she could say ? Who is she to tell you that ? Enraged you crumpled up the paper and threw it in the trash . A mixture of disappointed , anger and hopelessness , bubbled in your throat . You wanted to scream and shout at the world for being so unfair . For how it has treated you , for making the cursed world take away your lady and your freedom . Laying on your bed , tears brimmed as you chocked back your sobs . Loneliness flooded through your body , whilst you slept .

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- " You're quitting to get married , comrade ?!? I knew you were secretive , but to this extent . You even have me surprised . "

Ajax was stunned by your sudden decision . He's never seen you with a women nor even mentioned other women to him in the past .

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- " I've never seen you mention her before . She must be a pretty one if she caught your eye . Did ya buy her or was she a gift ? "

- " My parents picked her for me as a gift . My parents wish for me to retire from such a risky job and settle down to have a family . "

- " Never thought you would be a family man . My old man's been being pushy with me to get married in the letters he's been sending . I just haven't found the right one yet . "

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That's complete bullshit for him to say . Tartaglia out of the 11th Fatui Harbingers was the only Harbinger that had yet found a lover . Which was shocking for most since he was a Harbinger at the young age of 18 . During weekly dining gatherings with the recruits they would always question him .

- " My Lord may I ask why you yet have a lover like the rest of us ?

- " I want to fall in love with the girl of my dreams and not want to force get to be with me . "

He'd reply with a tint of red on his cheeks . While the soldiers laughed at his pure response , you knew there was more to him then the public saw .

He was one of the Harbingers that had the highest visit rates to brothels . Always putting up the facade of a happy go lucky guy , but he had such a twisted side . His eyes always seemed to darken a little when he said he was going out for a break . Everyone knew what he meant by take a break .

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Two weeks had passed since you handed in your resignation slip . Even though this wretched place was terrible , you couldn't help but miss it . Especially Signora's room , the place where you spent time together reading in silence or when she braided your hair . Tomorrow you would be leaving behind years of your life and starting a new one . Your once dreams of staying by her side and becoming strong were gone . Might as well say goodbye one last time , you thought . As the sun set into the horizon and night came . You soon found yourself with your hair down and wearing a dress . How long has it been since you've dolled up yourself and felt feminine like this ? It was always a dream oof Signora's to see you in a dress , sadly a dream that could never come true . Picking up the basket of sharlotka and throwing on a thick coat , you made your way to Zapolyarny Palace . Making sure to cover your trail .

It never felt real to you , seeing her in this casket . You never really accepted the fact that she was gone . Taking off your hood , you slumped against her casket . That feeling of emptiness had returned again . It was a sign to leave . Placing the sharlotka on her casket , you bid her and your old life farewell . The thud of familiar footstep entered the palace , no it couldn't be . Your heart dropped , eyes widening as you turned around slowly . Why is he here ? How could he have known you were here ? You covered your tracks and left silently just like you planned . How could he have known ? There Tartaglia stood with a smirk on his face .

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- " I knew I'd find you here . Always so predictable , comrade . You should have done a better job hiding your tracks . "

- " How ? "

- " Not very smart of you to not burn the letter Damselette . Besides that I was always suspicious of you and your antics . Who knew I'd be right on the dot . "

He approached you menacingly , knowing you had no where to run . You were doomed , he was definitely going to frame you as a traitor . You either were going to be a fuck doll for the Fatui or the death penalty was to be issued . The latter option seemed better then the first . There was almost no escape from the Zapolyarny Palace as it was a nightmare to enter and was a nightmare to leave . For once you cursed the Tsaritsa for encapsulating her ladies grave in ice . The only way out was through the main entrances door , as the Harbingers had melted the ice there to allow visitors to mourn . Goosebumps crawled through your body , your life was going to end here if you were caught . Your heart was pounding in your chest , as he took every step . Fuck it . Dashing through the side corridors , with all the strength you had . Run . Run if you don't want to be killed . Childe chuckled at your pathetic attempt , he would spend no time entertaining you .

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- " Let go of me . "

One hand holding your wrist pinning them behind your back , the other around your waist preventing you from wiggling any further . His entire body weight used to pin you against the wall . Each word he spoke his hot breath would linger around your nape ,far too close for comfort.

- " How futile , comrade . But I must say I do enjoy seeing you like this . If you had revealed yourself earlier , maybe I would have let you be my fuck toy sooner . Now stop struggling and just let me take care of you . "

- " You're disgusting . "

You stepped on his foot , but all it had seemed to do was annoy him . Tartaglia inched closer to you , expecting him to smile sadistically and issue threats to you . His mouth latched onto your nape , his teeth sinking into the soft flesh causing a yelp escaped your mouth . Struggling , kicking and screaming as hard as you could to get away from him . His grip only seemed to tightened and his teeth did so too , a burning sensation came whilst blood seeped from your nape . A dark purple bruise formed your nape .

Another whimper escaped your lips , as you felt a syringe sink into your neck . Senses dulling , eyelids getting heavier and heavier . Body heating up and bones aching . Your breath grew heavier and heavier and your head felt like it was splitting . Soon blacking out in Tartaglia's arms . Childe smirked seeing your body limp in his arms . So cute and vulnerable .

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- " Dotorre said not to use the whole shot . Well my bad , I guess she'll just take longer to wake up . Thanks Rosalyne for gifting me such a present . "

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Childe easily slung you across his shoulder walking out of the Zapolyarny Palace with your unconscious body .

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I'm sorry that this is shorter then the other two , the original draft for this got lost :'(((( If I manage to find it I might rewrite it , so I hope you all understand :')

Not beta read cause no readers :'(

Also is it just me but when I want to space a paragraph Tumblr just automatically deletes it after I save my draft ?

#yandere childe #yandere tartaglia #yandere genshin impact #yandere genshin x reader #yinlikesbooksandtea

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