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vintagexherry · 8 months

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Child's Play [8][Finale]

Part 7 here

//NSFW, First Times, Bit of Blood, Oral, Bit of Crying,Bullying, Fingering,Implied Non Con,Manipulation, Dubious consent, Threating, Forced Intimacy.

A/N: I used google translate for the spanish so im sorry if theres mistakes.

Previously

"Mmmm, you taste better than I imagine."

You didn't care anymore.Your tired body slowly succumbs to sleep while Miguel once again hugged you against him.

With that you both fell asleep.

Once you woken up, Miguel wasn't beside you.

You looked at the clock at the nightstand seeing that it's ten-forty five in the morning, you can't help but feel surprised you woke yourself up this early.

While you notice Miguel wasn't beside you, you took the time to mentally prepare yourself for what this day to come.

First, you gotta get ready and unpack your dorm.

Second, you gotta meet up again with Miguel's mom, who's probably making breakfast since you hear sizziling downstairs.

...

You rack your brain for more but you gave up.

But curse your brain for thinking, you suddenly remembered last night, which made you abruptly sit up straight.

As you did, your eyes fell upon the panties on the floor.

Your panties.

Teared in half.

What a way to start your day.

You sighed deeply, remembeing Miguel's way to "relax" you.

How could you ever enjoy that.

Your head was filled thoughts but was cut out when you hear small scratching noises outside.

Curiosity got the best of you and you opened the door.

You were greeted with Lyla meowing at you as if to say good morning.

Atleast there's one thing you could smile upon this day.

You crouched down to pet her which she happily accepted.

After some moments, you gathered your bearings, and washed your face and head downstairs.

As you head down even further, you smell the breakfast and you hear your stomach growling.

Not only your stomach but seems to be the voices of Miguel and Mrs. O'Hara.

"....Ya sabes como es tu papá, trabaja allá, trabaja aquí. Pero aparte de eso, ¿por qué no la llamas abajo? La comida está lista." (....You know how your dad is, work there, work here. But that aside, why don't you call her downstairs, food is ready.)

You hear Mrs. O'Hara speak and Miguel's footsteps approaching the stairs.

But he stops mid way as he already sees you go down.

"Oh! Good morning Y/N" Miguel said with a light smile.

"Uh...Goo-" You were interrupted when Mrs.O'Hara beamed at you.

"Oh, mija! You're already awake! Look at how pretty you are in that sleepdress, I knew I made the right choice,well then vamonos, I made Hueves Rancheros." (Let's go) She said as she went back to the kitchen.

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Breakfast went without a problem, aside from Conchanta teasing the both of you, saying that maybe the two of you did something last night.

You couldn't find the heart to look at her.

While you get prepared to go outside, Miguel is in his car waiting for you.

You then thought about where you are gonna stay since your gonna clean up your dorm.

You remember a friend saying that she's gonna have her own apartment and if you want, you could stay with her.

You go outside and head straight to Miguel's car.

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Car rides are always silent with Miguel.

You don't have the energy to fill it up, considering what he did last night.

Your thoughts then drive back to Steven.

You don't have the energy to deal with that right now.

What will you do once you see him?

Pretend everything is fine?

You inwardly groan at that thought. Forget it if you actually did see him. Will Miguel even let you speak to him?

While Miguel drives, he keeps glancing at you.

He remembers trying to hold back from hugging you again when he sees you with your morning bed hair.

The way you felt around his finger last night was unforgettable, it couldn't compare to any girl he fucked with.

He shook his head out from those thoughts.

He can't have a boner early in the morning right now.

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Miguel insisted on helping you unpack your dorm.

You tried denying him, but he had already moved past your form and into your room.

While unpacking your clothes, he goes around the place like he owns it and decides to unpack your study table instead.

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Time passes by quickly when your busy with your own thoughts.

Miguel tries to fill the silence with small commentary but for the most part you ignore him.

While Miguel turns on his car, you quickly notify him about moving to your friend's apartment, but he has other ideas.

"No."

"I-... Miguel, what do you mean 'no'? I can't just stay with you until graduation." You fought back.

"You're a smart person, no means no, plus my mom already likes you a lot, don't even worry about after graduation too. I talked to my dad, and I already made you intern in Alchemax." He finishes while he starts to drive.

He can't do this.

He can't just plan your life ahead without your permission.

But then again, when was the last time he did ask for your permission.

"Look, Miguel, I really can't, I want to stay with my friend I-"

"After all that my mom gave you, you're just gonna leave like that?" he interrupted.

"What- no, This isn't about her, I am thankful for what she did but I-"

"Then don't leave." He said as if he's trying you to convince you not to go to another country.

"Listen to me, Miguel...I don't feel safe when you're around, and I'm sure you know why, so for the last time, bring me to my friend."

Miguel inhales and grips the wheel tightly.

"And how bout you listen to me, Y/N. I already planned ahead, so your pretty little head won't think so much. A little gratitude would be nice."

"A thank you? Is that what you want? After all the scenarios you force me into and you want a little gratitude?" He better be thankful instead that he's driving or you might as well claw his eyes out.

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"We'll talk later." He said firmly as he parks the car, You didn't even notice you arrived.

A week has passed, and everyone you knew was preparing for graduation that's about to commence in two days. You already have your toga and everything. You admit that you feel happy you came this far despite everything, but there's one more thing.

You tried talking to Miguel about moving with your friend again, but all he did was pull your hair roughly to his face and threaten that if you speak a word about that again, he can make you not graduate.

You tried fighting back, but his grip on your hair is frighteningly strong.

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Two days have passed, and here you are with Mrs. O'Hara, she insisted she wanted to curl your hair and style your makeup a bit before all of you went to the venue.

Before all of you left, Conchanta wanted to take a picture of both you and Miguel and you forced a smile if it meant seeing her this happy.

The three of you arrived in the venue packed with parents,students and staff alike.

While teachers and staffs make their speeches, you were busy trying to look for Steven in the crowd of students.

Lo and behold, you did.

You wanted to wave at him, but he was too far away for you to notice.

You decided to do it later.

You got up the stage and got your reward and handshake and Mrs. O'Hara is taking a picture of you..

Before you knew it, everyone was hugging each other with tears streaming down and smiles on their faces.

You, though, were busy looking for Steven.

While Miguel is busy with talking to his own friends, you want to talk to your own.

Finally, you saw Steven, and without a second thought, you pulled him aside.

"Y-Y/N?"

"Steven!" You smiled while you hugged him as if he's gonna disappear in a flash.

Steven can't help but hug back even tighter.

"Ma-mate, I thought you died or something, not t-that you did but, you know."

You didn't do anything to stop his rambles but still continued hugging him.

But suddenly he pulled away.

"Wa-wait...No I can't."

Confused, you look at Steven for awnsers.

"Steven?"

"Look I...I think it's best for us not to talk...This wasn't about what happened during prom mate, It's just, your gonna hate me for hiding this from you but Miguel texted me a few days back...Well text isn't really a right term but more like demanded me to leave you or your future career will be jeopardised." Steven said as he tried not to break down.

You paused, collecting in what he just said.

Miguel really plans ahead, does he?

"Steven, I-""

You tried to reason with Steven more but it just seems like he wants to avoid it.

He has mentioned Miguel promising your safety anyway if Steven leaves you alone.

You tried convincing him that it isn't all that sunshine and rainbows.

But Steven couldn't do anything, instead he hugged you.

You froze.

Your head stopped thinking. All you could do was hug back.

Althought,It didn't last long since the next thing you knew is hearing someone's voice.

"You two done? Didn't I tell you to leave her?"

If looks could kill both, you and Steven would evaporate on the spot, considering how he was staring down at you.

You tried saying something, but a hand gripped your forearm tightly and pulled you away from Steven.

"Miguel! Let me go!" You tried wiggling your arm away from his grip, but he just tightened it futher.

He didn't spare any more second with Steven since he started leading you back to where his mom was waiting for the both of you to take pictures together.

Steven stood there, alone.

His body fills with regret as he watches you walk away.

But he remembers Miguel's words, the threats of what he can do to your body, or your career, or even your life. It scares him. He can never forgive himself for doing this, but he has high hopes that you will be safer.

Even if that meant him being away from you.

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A month has passed since then.

Miguel kept himself to his words that you and him are gonna work together.

You got your dream job being a geneticist, but is it really a dream if you're working with a man that plagues your nightmares?

After a week of your graduation, Miguel's father came back from a business trip and has talked with his son about you.

Miguel's father seemed to approve of you, so much for Miguel's delight.

Life with Miguel isn't always the prettiest but it gotten easier.

It took you several weeks to assure you that he won't hurt you, physically speaking.

Miguel and you lived with his mom and dad until Miguel surprised you with a private residence few blocks away from Alchemax.

He said it was a gift from his father to the both of you.

The private residence can fit two people or more. The backyard has a lot of space and even a pool.

The kitchen is an island type, with a sliding door that leads to a garden where you can freshly pluck vegetables and herbs.

You go upstairs and see each bedroom and guestrooms.

You can admit your in awe.

Rich people, you swear, can buy anything and won't even leave a dent in their wallet.

"I take it that you like it?"

Frick, you were busy exploring, you forgot Miguel's existance.

"I'd say it...Alright." You say monotously as you admire the bedroom, especially the walk-in closet.

Miguel chuckles as he knows the truth, especially the way you look at awe at everything.

This just proves that Miguel is perfect for you. Seeing that he can provide and impress you.

That reminds him, you two were getting risky and riskier the more you spend time with each other.

He started touching you more and more, he knows that you don't like it, fully aware of it even. But does he care?

No.

One time, he hugged you, and you tried pushing him off, but he just pushed you further into the bed and teared your underwear in half before diving a finger in.

A few days have passed from that, and he could still smell you from his finger.

Another time, you were feeling out of it, the reality of you spending your life with Miguel processed in, and you felt nothing but dead inside.

While laying in bed and contemplating your life. He removed your underwear. You tried pushing him off and telling him you weren't in the mood for it yet.

But he just swat your arm away and dived his mouth to your slit, licking every part that he can, sucking your clit with vigour and putting a finger in while doing so.

You tried holding your moans and gasps, but it was fruitless.

Months pass since then, and here you are admiring the cabinets and drawers your walk-in closet could offer.

He looked away from a bit and drifted his attention to the bed.

He suddenly remembered a superstition he heard from his mom talking to his tias.

Something about red underwear being a sole bringer of love. He used to think it's absurb, after all adults will believe any superstition they could come across to.

But now that he thinks about it.

....

He wonders what underwear you're wearing now.

Before he could ponder even more, he heard the doorbell rang, and it seemed like the movers arrived.

He goes to answer the door, ignoring his lustful thoughts.

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Two months passed, and both you and Miguel got busy decorating,arranging, and finalizing the house.

You admit during the entire moving in day, it was therapeutic.

You can purposely ignore Miguel without being too obvious.

The garden was your favourite part, planting and watering seeds of all kinds, either be it fruit, vegetable, herbs, or just flowers.

Decorating your room was nice, too, but not with full freedom since you are dreadfully sharing with Miguel. But nonetheless, you take what you can, something you learn when you have been with Miguel for the past months.

Arranging spices and dishware in the kitchen can also be in your list of favourites, labelling spices and arranging cups to your least, and most favourites. Even filling out your double door fridge with ingredients such as fish, meat and etc. During your stay with Mrs. O'Hara, she has given the time to teach you several recipes.

In short, you were having the time of your life.

Miguel says otherwise.

He tries to convince himseld he's contented seeing you get all giddy and comfy when decorating the house. Getting all whimsy in your little garden.

But try as he might, he can't ignore his sexual desires, sue him for sure, but can he really hold himself back when you look like the way you do?

The way your eyes smile slightly widens when you see your plant sprouting one leaf, the way your eyes read over the ingredients, the way you hum while you inspect the fridge when you think he's not there.

And the way your body bends over to pick up that fallen book out of your hand.

It just reminds him of that time when you gave him your panties in the library.

He wishes he could bend you over the study table, but he can't.

He wants your first time to be special.

Honestly, he surprised himself for lasting this long without penetration, only satisfying himself with oral (which you greatly improved) and fingering.

But that isn't enough for him.

He has needs.

And he needs to fuck you on the bed.

But how can he without looking too desperate?

He thinks and thinks and thinks.

And finally, a light bulb goes on.

He has an idea.

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It was late at night. You were bathing yourself, and Miguel went out to get something.

Whatever he means by that.

Who cares since you get to be alone to what feels like forever. You can't remember the time you were fully alone since Miguel stuck with you like gorilla glue.

Your thoughts then drive to these few months.

Living with Miguel became tolerable, not lovely, just tolerable.

Getting this private place was nice too, and the old neighbour nearby seemed kind.

Being able to work as a geneticist is nice. at least you got your dream.

It seems like Steven did too, you remember seeing an article of Steven and his brothers finding a lost tomb of Alexander the Great. Atleast his happy.

You can also admit that Miguel is good at bed. Who are you kidding? Of course he is, considering the number of people he slept with.

The first time you gave him oral was a nightmare at best though.

He one day came back with a sour expression, you didn't want to ask why, fearing you could possibly make it worse.

But curiosity is a thing, so you did ask but.

Curiosity also killed the cat.

Next thing you know you were forced down to your knees with a hard thud and carpet roughly scrapping your knees.

While you try to fight back, he keeps mentioning how much you make him hold back then going on to say how selfish you are.

The next thing you knew was your mouth being forcefully opened with one hand while his other unzipped his pants and wasted no time to put his dick into your mouth.

You swore you almost vomited during that night, with his dick thrusting too deep into your mouth but you managed.

But he seemed to notice, seeing as he thursted until you could feel his cock throbbed in your throat.

He made you stay like that for a while, while tears and drool dripped down to your chest.

He looked down at you and groaned loudly at how you look attractive below him. And after headfucking moments, he finally came down your throat.

You shivered from the memory.

You got out of the bathtub and wrapped a towel around you as you drain the water.

While you watch it drain, you hear the front door open and your bedroom next.

"Mi vida, where are you?" Miguel asked.

You step out of the bathroom, and in the arms of Miguel, it was a box, and with closer inspection, you felt like you had seen it before.

"Oh, there you are! Perfect timing, I was you to try this on, and don't come out of the bathroom until you do." He said as he lended the box to you leading you back to the bathroom and closed the door.

You paused for a while, and after some time, you put the box on top of the sink counter and unwrapped yourself out of the towel.

Whatever Miguel gave you, he seemed nothing but excited.

You carefully untied the ribbon.

Oh....

That's why it seems familiar...

In the box, you see lingerine, a red one.

Lacey with expensive looking embroidery, unlike you previous given lingerine, this one doesn't have a corset.

Although it still has stocking, with straps you could connect to the garterbelt.

You decided to wear it, not wanting to know what punishment you could face if you didn't.

After strapping the strap of the stocking to your underwear, you look at the mirror and surprised with what you see.

The colour compliments your skin tone, and the design seems to be made just for you.

You were snapped out of your thoughts when you heard a knock on your door.

"You done yet, Mi sol?"

You took one last glance at the mirror and took a deep breath.

"Ye-Yeah! Im coming!"

You opened the bathroom door, and in front of you is Miguel sitting on the bed, frozen in place and in awe of what he sees.

He made sure the lingerine was tailored to your size, and it did your figure justice.

"U-um..."

Your voice snapped him out of his trance.

"Come here."

With a bit of hesitation, you followed his orders.

As you got closer, both of his hands didn't waste time to grab your waist to pull you closer for inspection.

His hands glide over the delicate lace and fabric. Sometimes, pulling back the straps to see it snap back in place, making you yelp in pain, he didn't feel an ounce of regret. Instead, his pants just felt tighter.

"No sé cómo me contuve después de todos estos meses..." (I dont know how I held back after all these months....)

You notice Miguel speaking under his breath. His words aren't clear enough for you to hear.

"We've spent time together for so long, mi vida....So please...Let me.." Miguel begged as he started placing light kisses on your stomach.

You know what he means, after all that oral and fingering, you know he isn't gonna be satisfied with only just that.

But your not ready.

You don't when you'll ever be ready.

Especially when it comes to him.

"Miguel....Look Im not-"

"You know I don't like repeating myself." You froze as he stopped his kisses but instead looked up to you with impatience written on his face.

Usually, you would avoid it and just follow after him.

But this is different.

"I-I know Miguel but-"

"Good, so you know what to do."

Your hands started shaking without you noticing.

You didn't know how long you've been standing there, but It seemed to get the attention of Miguel.

His hands started caressing your body even more, rubbing over your forearms, up to your back, until your legs.

That seemed to ground you a bit.

"First times are scary, hm? Don't worry, bebita, I'll be gentle."

You somehow highly doubt that.

You try to inhale and exhale, although it was shaky, it still did the job.

You still didn't say anything but Miguel took it as a cue to pull you to the bed until your completely layed down.

You can't help but feel your body tense.

This is it.

You're gonna lose your virginity to the person you hate.

Miguel, didn't waste time to get on top of you. He placed both arms between your head and admired you.

"Te ves tan hermosa el día que te conocí." (you look as beautiful the day I met you.)

You hate yourself for blushing at his words, you turned your head away to hide it.

"Aww, don't go all shy on me."

His thumb and index finger gripped your chin gently to make you face him.

His lips carressed yours in a passionate kiss, gentle yet impatient, loving but fierce.

If you're gonna lose your first time with this man, you might as well enjoy it.

You kissed back, and he couldn't hold back a small, muffled moan.

After a few seconds, he finally pulled back, both of you catching your breath.

He lifted his hands and pulled off his shirt of him. Next was his pants, leaving him in boxers.

The moonlight from the window highlighted his muscles, shadows dancing around both of you.

His hands quickly returned to caressing your body and lifted up to your chest to undo the bra.

"I should get you more of this, maybe in dark blue next, maybe even white..." He rambled as he finally took off your bra and threw it somewhere of the floor.

He leaned down to kiss your jaw, then your neck, until your collarbone where he started sucking, making sure to leave multiplr marks.

"O-oh...Miguel." You softly whined.

"Shhh....Déjame cuidarte" (Let me take care of you)

He continued trailing kisses and leaving marks until you felt his mouth on your pert nipple.

"Ah! Mig!-" Your hand automatically goes to land on his soft hair.

Your small yelps and moan continue as he sucks and slightly glides his teeth on your tits.

He lets go of your tit and does the same treatment with the other one.

You can't help but feel wetter from his actions.

You whimpered as he let's go and started trailing kisses again, leading more and more toward your region.

He lifts his head slightly to remove your panties, but not without admiring the wet spot on it, he groans at the sight.

Without further ado, he removes it and tosses it to the same place with the bra, leaving you with the garterbelt and stockings.

He didn't waste time diving to taste your slick with a big swipe of his tongue on your slit.

"Mmhm! Miguel!" Your hand gripped his hair while he continued his actions making you wet and wetter.

His own moans are muffled as he sucks on your clit.

Your moans did nothing but grew louder, making him more encouraged to put a finger in you, thrusting slowly.

You moan louder as you feel his index and middle finger curl up, hitting your spot successfully.

You suddenly feel your body tensing up more and more and you know what's coming.

"F-f-fuck, Migu-." You tried warning him, but it was too late, for the tension in your body snapped and you came.

Miguel licked and sucked more, not wanting to waste a single drop.

While you tried catching your breath, Miguel sat up and took off his boxers.

You look down and gulp. You already had experienced how hard it was to deep throat that thing. You're now nervous how your gonna take it in.

Miguel sensed your rising hesitation.

"Shhh...Its okay, its okay." He rubbed circles on your thighs and started undoing the garterbelt and removing your stockings, tossing them onto floor like everything else, leaving you completely naked.

"Respira hondo para mí, mi amor." (Deep breaths for me, my love)

You inhaled deeply, and Miguel took this chance to shove his tip into you.

You loudly yelp in pain, and your hands came around your body, and lips kissed your forehead.

"You're doing great, so great. No, no, don't cry, mi amor. You're doing great." Miguel continued reassuring you.

You didn't even notice that tears were coming down. You were too busy focusing on the harsh stretch you're experiencing. Sure, his fingers were something too, but it doesn't compare to his dick.

Minutes ticked by, and he thrusted a little more of his length in you, making you both hiss from the feeling.

"Ohhuhgg, fuck your tight.." Miguel groaned to your ear making you squirm.

You didn't want to look down, fearing how much was still isn't in you.

Few more minutes and you feel yourself loosen up more.

But Miguel is never known for patience.

He tried really, believe him but the feeling of your cunt sucking him in as if he's gonna disappear, just does things to him.

It doesn't help you're a virgin. His long, unfulfilled fantasy is finally coming true.

With that, he thrusted the rest of his length in you.

You screamed and moaned in pain, both pleasure and discomfort mixing together.

Miguel, on the other hand, moaned, his words slurred, mixing both English and Spanish together.

Your hands came gripped onto his back, and your nails scratching him, making Miguel hiss even more.

Miguel lifted himself up using his elbows to look down at you.

You couldn't get anymore beautiful can you?

Moonlight accentuated your features, your tears and sweat shine among it.

He couldn't help himself but kissed you deeply. Ingrating the taste and feeling of you.

"So good, so so good for me."

His hips started moving and he could swore you felt wetter and warmer this time.

He looked down to see the bedsheets stained with red, much deeper than your lingerine.

He finally did it.

He finally took you for himself.

You, on the other hand, can't focus much except for the pain that's blooming between your legs.

"Mig....It hurts..." You whimpered weakly.

"Shh, I know... I know, mi vida, just stay with me, yeah?" He kissed your forehead and leaned in so your foreheads were touching together, making you feel more emotional than ever.

Miguel soon felt you loosen up more and took that as a cue to thrust back and forth.

Your moans did nothing but spur him to thrust even faster.

Before you know it, his hips are slamming into you, making you both hear the wet slaps.

Miguel's grunts and your moans mix together into one, filling the room with it.

The bed creaks with the strength Miguel puts in his thrusts.

His dick reached places you didn't know existed in your making you arch your back when he continued hitting that one spot continues.

"FfUck!, Miguel, right- AH! There! Right there!"

Miguel listened as he thrusted into the spot that made you see starts.

"Te amo mucho. Dilo por favor, por favor." (Love you, so, so much. Say it, please,please)

His hips slowed down and you whimpered.

"I-I loveee you t-too" you weakly said but it was enough for Miguel.

He kissed you deeply while he thrusted faster and deeper this time making your eyes roll at the back.

Both of your bodies started feeling tense, and hips ploughed into you harder.

"Cum with me, cumwith me, cumwithme cumwithme cumwithmecumwi- SHI- FUCKING HELL, oh mierda eso es todo."

"MIIGUELL!"

The tension finally snapped as your fingers scratched harder at the back of Miguel.

Miguel couldn't careless when your cunt felt significantly tighter, milking him for all his worth.

Both your breaths are heavy. And bodies feel numb from the activities.

After catching your breath, your body feels tired, and your eyelids are weighing down.

Without knowing you felt asleep, ignoring the pain and the pleasure as you finally drifted off.

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It took a good minute for Miguel to finally gather his bearings.

He looked at you with nothing but admiration as your breath levels out while you sleep.

After a few more minutes, he cleaned you off with a damp towel and checked your body for any damages.

After confirming none major injuries, he finally lay down next to you.

He finally did it.

Got the person of his dreams.

Aside from challenges and tribulations.

He did it.

He has you in his arms all tucked in.

Took your first kiss.

Took your first time.

And finally, took you as a person.

And it felt nothing to him but Child's Play.

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A/N: We finally did it! I can't say im proud of this one tho, but thank you for those who supported me throughout the making of Child's Play.

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amaiguri · 5 months

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Happy WBW! What is your favorite place in your world? Tell me about it. (^.^)

This is actually something I have been changing about my philosophy as my world has become more public over the last two years: Once, I used to focus on places and cultures I wasn't familiar with and each new world was a way to put everything I learned into a mind palace of sorts, I guess.

But these days, since I do try to take a lot of international influence, I want to ensure there is something in each place and culture that deeply resonates with me -- so I will be inspired to make work about that place.

That being said...

...the most self-indulgent place in my world is the City-State of Nouveau Thuille. Above is a picture of the old, snowy courthouse, where pseudo-King Arthur allegedly ruled. It's located by a hot spring and beneath the Upper Continent -- a bastion of liveable space in the otherwise frozen North.

When I was younger, I was obsessed with the quaint, falling-apart, vaguely Victorian mining towns in the mountains near where I live. I love the snow, the rugged individualism, the small communities, the sense of history (Especially as a person from the USA! A sense of history is rare here, it feels lol). I always insisted I wanted to live there, until I started having friends and wanted to talk to them over the very slow wifi... Luckily! No wifi in my world!

I have like 3 worldbuilding posts dedicated to this city because I love them so much I won't hash it all out again, but the tl;dr is they're a city of Franco-Irish Yakuza pretending to be the descendants of the noble knights of psuedo-King Arthur. There are basically no laws, except for whatever people think is acceptable. BUT the Nobles keep things going and encourage general technological and cultural advancement through careful agreements -- bound only by their reputations -- and non-organized crime is actually pretty rare because all the gangs nobles will shut that down SO fast.

I love the aesthetic and the snow and the Ysse lanterns and their mushroom coffee and frozen fish dishes and the harshness and their fluffy, big-nosed llamas... *sigh*

Thanks for the ask!

#worldbuilding #snowy city #wbw #mining town #fantasy worldbuilding #worldbuilding wednesday #writeblr #yssaia #amai answers

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sincka · 2 years

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Headcanon 🙌 #7

*Marc(+the others) and Layla meeting Loki and Sylvie during a fight*

Moonknight and loki :*stand back to back*

Loki : Looks like we're in the same boat.

Moonknight : I hate boats...

Loki, holding out his hand : I am Loki by the way. God Of Mischief.

Marc : It's not really the right time to--

Mr.Knight, shaking his hand : Hello ! Marc Spector. Steven Grant. Nice to meet you.

Loki : No, Loki.

Mr.Knight : I know, I mean... Wait, do I know you ?

Loki : I-

Mr.Knight : The battle of New York ! It was you, wasn't it ?!

Loki, flattered : Oh, people still remember that.

Mr.Knight : Yeaah, no, people don't talk about it anymore. It was years ago, you know, and to be honest, it was a crushing defeat.

Khonshu : The little snake lost this battle against some bugs that humans love to call heroes. Pathetic.

Loki : Khonshu, my favorite enemy. Are you still banished from the Ennead because of your impulsiveness and childish whims ?

Sylvie : Are you guys going to fight or should we bring you cups of tea to go along with your little chat ?

Jake, smirking :...Hola, mi hermosa. ¿Cómo te llamas?

Sylvie : If you don't step back, I'll cut off your head.

Layla : Please do. There's nothing in it anyway.

Layla and Sylvie : *high five*

Moonknight and Loki, observing them :

Marc, with his mask off : I'm not sure I like what I see.

Loki, confused : Neither do I.

Loki :

Loki, turning to Marc : What’s with the accents ?

Marc : *sighs deeply, closing his eyes*

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kazorashi · 1 year

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Breathe Again

Summary: Camilo spends his first 15 years waiting to meet the love of his life.

At age 15, Camilo knew that he was waiting for someone. As early as he could remember, he was always waiting for someone. And just not anyone.

The love of his life.

His twin brother called him crazy.

But what does Carlos know?

Every waking moment of Camilo’s life, he was living but never felt...alive. Like he was missing a part of him. And he struggled with it for a long time because he knew, he just knew that that person was looking for him too. His only problem was that he didn’t know who that person was. What they looked like, what they sounded like, if they were tall or short, bulky or skinny, boy or girl.

All he had going for him was a feeling of constant suffocation. Like he’s spent a whole ‘nother lifetime from ages ago, pining for this person. Always together but growing farther apart. Sometimes, when he dreams, he’ll get fragments of a candle, a village, and a family he’s never seen before.

And a laugh.

A laughter he longs to hear now.

So as Camilo chuckles with his friends as they roam the school hallways, talking about the new student in their school today, joking and horsing around, he still feels like he’s not able to breathe. This has always been his problem.

This was suffering.

Then he spots the back of a girl he’s never seen before. Her short, dark hair is pulled back by a butterfly clip. She’s talking with their principal, Señor Agustín, very animatedly at that. The poor man looks at her, complexed, before spotting Camilo.

‘Shit.’ He thinks, ready to turn around.

“Camilo! There! Come here, please?” Asks the man in his suit. “Ooh’s” and “aah’s” get passed around the group of students before Camilo shoves off his best friend. He gives Camilo his best puppy look.

“Shut up, cabrón.” He hisses before putting on his best, polite smile. “Coming Señor Agustín!” Running over, the lanky boy stands next to the girl but doesn’t bother to look at her. “How can I help you?”

“This is out new student, Mirabel. She’s come from afar and needs help adjusting. Can you show her around?” Before he can even get a chance to deny his request, the principal is turning around and quickly walking away. The teen sighs deeply.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” He murmurs under his breath.

“I know, right? That man seems way too clumsy to be a principal.” Says a girlish, overly cheerful voice. Looking at the chica next to him, he’s greeted by large, cocoa eyes (they’re so pretty) behind forest green frames, mocha skin (which looks so soft), and a smile that seems brighter than the sun (so familiar). It’s almost magical, the upward pull on her lips.

Camilo blinks.

Mirabel sticks a hand out for him to shake. “Hola, me llama Mirabel.” She laughs and the boy sucks in a sharp breath, his heart thumping. That’s it.

That’s the laughs he love.

Dumbly, he holds her hand and doesn’t let go. Raising a thick brow, Mirabel just continues to smile, tilting her head. “I’m sorry, this seems strange. Have we...met before?” She inquires, holding Camilo’s hand just a little tighter.

He can feel the tears burn in the back of his eyes because Dios, she’s it. She’s the one. The person he’s been waiting for. The love of his life. And for the first time in 15 years, Camilo feels like he can breathe.

Like he’s finally alive.

#CamiMira #MiraMilo #MiloMira #Camilo x Mirabel #Camilo Madrigal #Mirabel Madrigal #AU #One-shot #They're not actually related in this AU #So...#yeah #Encanto #that was daring of me #maybe a hint of incest but in a past life?#kazorashi writes

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Firen Lhain: Chapter 1110: Rent: Part III / III

Taj gripped the control yoke with white knuckles as he backed it into the hangar. He breathed a sigh of relief as it settled onto it's skids.

"Are you sure this was a wise purchase?" Ciel asked.

Taj breathed in deeply before looking at her, "Hell, yeah. I'll wash and wax her every week, and take her for walks."

"You definitely seem to be endeared with her." Ciel added.

"That's one way of putting it." Taj replied.

"Did Jaune tell you that the renovations are about to begin?" Ciel asked.

"That's nice." Taj said, as he gently rubbed the dashboard.

* * *

Winter stepped out of Ironwood's quarters as the doors closed. "Figured we'd find you here." Belle said to her.

"I believe I wished for maximum sleep." Winter replied.

"Well, the problem is the dragon's dead, which means we're back to you not being the boss of us."

Winter rolled her eyes, "And how can I help you?"

"How long do you think we'll be back in Atlas."

"If I had to guess, I'd say a week or two." Winter replied.

"Works for me." Belle replied, "Don't suppose you want to join me and Susie out for a night on the town?"

"Night... on the town?" Winter asked, "It is barely oh-seven-hundred."

"Early night on the town?" Belle asked.

"Try not to overindulge." Winter replied.

"I could say the same thing." Belle said, and turned to walk away.

"Pardon?" Winter asked, and Belle turned to look at her.

"You are leaving Ironwood's quarters."

"I finished the paperwork." Winter simply stated.

"Uh?" Belle asked, and turned to walk away.

"I assure you, nothing inappropriate happened!"

"Uh-huh?" Belle asked, "Keep telling yourself that."

"I am not sure what you are insinuating." Winter huffed.

"Nothing inappropriate?" Belle asked, "Is that why you're black and blue?"

Winter looked down to see her mottled colouration of both light and dark blues. She breathed in deep, and the dark turned into light. She breathed in deep, and the light blue diminished but did not vanish. She then let out a loud yawn, which she covered up and looked about nervously

* * *

Jaune hopped down the rocks to just above the scrubland, Weiss immediately behind him. After he landed, he pulled his right hand up to his mouth and let out a colossal whistle.

* * *

Rhiannon nervously looked about before looking at Sarah, "How's my mane?"

Sarah gently brushed it. "You look fine."

Pwyll affirmed it, and Rhiannon turned to look at him.

* * *

The two Cheval Knights came running up the scrubland, as Nora glided far down the hill to the sheep. "Ms. Valkyrie." Conan greeted.

"Hiya!" she exclaimed, before glomping onto the llama.

"I dare say she missed you." Conan replied.

"Aw, I miss you, too." Nora said, and give it a kiss. "We really need to give you a name."

The surrounding sheep started baaing at her. "Aw, I missed you guys, too."

* * *

Pwyll and Rhiannon ran up to Jaune and Weiss at the edge of the scrubland. Pwyll snorted affirmatively at Jaune. "We have missed you, terribly." Rhiannon added. Jaune and Weiss simply smiled in reply.

"We have missed you, too." Weiss simply stated.

"I hate to impose, but could we?.." Rhiannon asked, and Pwyll let out a supporting snort.

"Yes?" Weiss asked.

"If it's not too much trouble?.." Rhiannon asked.

"Just tell us." Jaune said to them.

"Oh, sorry, but, could we have a hug?" she asked.

Jaune had jumped down before she finished speaking with his arms open, and Weiss slipped in underneath his arms. The Cheval Knights quickly moved in for the hug.

* * *

Penthesilea landed, smiling as she looked at Nora hugging the llama.

* * *

Yang walked into the kitchen, Summer quite busily preparing a meal. "Hey, yo." Yang said.

"Oh, yes!" Summer said to her.

"I see you're busy and all, but have you seen Sarah?"

"She has been spending most of her time with the Cheval Knights in the pasture."

"Oh, well, that makes it easy." Yang said, "And Little Bit?"

"Right behind you." Aurora said, as she carried some boxes into the kitchen, causing Yang to jump.

"Oh, sh... shoot." Yang said.

"What can I help you with?" Aurora asked as she walked into the kitchen, placing the boxes on a table.

"Oh, yeah, Jaune wanted to go ahead with the renos. He wants like a wicked bath in the basement."

"I was actually the one who talked him into it." Aurora beamed.

"Oh, yeah?" Yang asked.

"I might blame it on my tree frog skin, but doesn't a proper bath sound amazing?"

"Oh, yeah, like I said, wicked." Yang affirmed.

Aurora then started to open the boxes, "I am assuming he would like to wait until after breakfast?"

As she asked this, Yang's stomach started to growl. She brought her hand over her stomach, "We kind of rushed back, because we can, with our wicked cool knew Atlasian airship."

"Why don't you go have a shower in your dreary, ordinary, master bathroom, and let us finish breakfast?"

"You know what? Yeah." Yang replied.

* * *

Yang walked up the spiral stairs and saw Ilia camouflaged into the wall. "Whatcha upto?" Yang asked.

"Being at home." Ilia replied, and closed her eyes, only to find herself being picked up with Yang.

"I need a shower buddy." Yang said, "I mean, after showering with all of you, it just feels kind of lonesome alone. You know?" she asked, and Ilia just looked into her eyes.

Yang started up the stairs again before Ilia recovered, "Uh, I mean?.."

"You got a problem?" Yang asked.

"It's just that Ruby and Blake are already... doing..." Ilia voiced.

"Yeah, well, I'm feeling frisky, and you are the one I grabbed." Yang stated.

"And, Ruby, Blake?" Ilia asked.

"Can have you when I'm done." Yang stated.

"I'm putty in your hands." Ilia voiced.

"That's a good concubine." Yang said with glee.

"At this moment, I don't want to be anything else." Ilia voiced, only to gasp aa Yang slapped her ass.

* * *

Jaune and Weiss walked into the dinning room, seeing the rest eating breakfast.

"Yo!" Yang shouted.

"You have a lot of faith in your sisters." Blake added with glee.

"Enh." Jaune shouted.

"Then how did you know that breakfast would be ready?" Ruby asked.

"The moment we walked in an smelt bacon." Weiss added.

"I kind of figured someone would be making breakfast." Jaune stated.

"And if we weren't?" Yang asked.

"What?" Jaune asked, "I would. But, like Yang would let her little sister go hungry."

"She does have a couple ways she could feed her." Weiss stated.

"Wait?" Yang asked with a start, "Was that a dirty joke?"

"Perhaps?" Weiss playfully asked, as Jaune held a chair out for her. The two quickly sat down.

"You had time for the horses?" Shantae asked, "but?.."

"Jealin'?" Yang asked, and Shantae averted her gaze.

"Come here." Jaune said with authority. Shantae quickly stood up but paused for a moment before quickly walking around the table. Jaune then pet her on the head, "Who's a good girl?" he asked, as you would a pet. "You did a good job." Shantae blushed and glared into his eyes. "What?" Jaune asked, "Rhiannon liked it."

"I'm - not - a!" she exclaimed, only to quiet down when she found Weiss' hand petting her head. She then leaned forward to kiss her on the head.

"I honestly don't know what you thought you were going to get?" Sophia asked. Shantae turned to glare at her.

"We're all a little tired from, you know, dragonslaying." Yang said and sighed.

"I have always wanted sisters." Penthesilea stated, "I would love to spend time with you."

Shantae just looked at her for a moment. "K'."

#rwby #firen lhain #faunus au #arc-en-ciel

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lemonlushff-iy · 4 years

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Do you want to play a game?

You do? Good.

You know how these games work if you’ve ever seen one of Clearwillow’s...but game rules are HERE since it’s slightly different! I hope this is fun for people...that was my goal! And I hope you catch the “Easter Eggs” in it. I’m curious how many people will find them all.

I’ll post everything once it’s done on FFN and AO3, and you can catch what I’m doing for @clearwillow‘s game early on my Patreon HERE! (It might be more smut...It might be fluff. WHO KNOWS! It will be OLR related...and it will go up as soon as it’s finished!)

Special thanks to @underwater0phelia for kink help and @clearwillow for additional edits...and the IYFF BC for brainstorming! Art by @clearwillow for @eringobroke - used and edited with permission.

And now without further ado... The first treat (aka, the “freebie”).

Starting Fires

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters from the Inuyasha universe.

"Inuyasha, stop," Kagome giggled, trying to wriggle out of his hold as he pressed wet kisses up her neck. "I don't want to burn your bacon…"

"It's just bacon," he reasoned, his hands sliding up under her shirt. Or should he say his shirt? Fuck...there wasn't a better sight in the world than his best friend...his best girl...Kagome...Wearing his shirt in their kitchen in their house. Now that he had her again, he weren't never letting go of her. "I don't mind eating something else for breakfast."

"You will when your stomach is rumbling later," she blushed, grabbing his hands and pulling them down, his fingers grazing over the lace fabric of her panties. "Behave yourself and go grab a cup of coffee."

"I'd rather grab your—"

"—Coffee!"

She reprimanded, flipping the bacon in the pan. He placed a gentle nip to the side of her neck before moving away from her, a disappointed pout on his lips.

"Fine. But let it be known that I'm doing it under protest," he grumbled, moving to his cabinet to pull out a mug.

"Your protest has been duly noted, Sir," she teased, turning away from the stove to pick up her own cup of coffee. She brought it to her lips, sipping from it as she watched Inuyasha pour himself some. Their life together felt so surreal still. It felt strange to wake up in their house and cook them breakfast.

But it was a good kind of surreal.

The kind where she found herself pinching her arm to make sure it wasn't all some crazy dream. This was their life. And...she loved it.

"Mmm," he moaned, taking a sip from his cup. "As good as ever, Kags," he grinned toothily, and she risked entering his personal space to press another kiss to his lips.

"Glad you like it," she replied, running away from him again when he moved to squeeze her ass. She removed their bacon and eggs from the pan as a text message chimed on both of their phones, and Inuyasha raised a brow in curiosity. She watched him slide his thumb across the screen, before muttering out a low "Huh" as he read the text.

"What is it?" she asked, picking up their plates and placing them onto the island.

"See for yourself," he shrugged, placing the phone down next to her plate. "It's from Sango."

That already piqued her curiosity. Kagome picked up the phone, leaning over the countertop as she read it.

"Hey Guys!" She began aloud. "Miroku and I decided to throw a Halloween party this year. We know it's a bit last minute, but we were hoping you guys could come since you aren't heading back out to California like you thought. Let us know if you can make it! Trying to plan in terms of food. Love you!"

"Love you too," he grinned, and she couldn't stop the shy smile even if she wanted to. She didn't think she would ever get tired of hearing that again from him. The words were like a balm to her soul.

"What do you think?" Kagome asked, handing him his phone back as he began digging his fork into his eggs.

"Up to you," he shrugged. He really didn't care either way. He was just glad he didn't have to go out to California with her. Though, to tell the truth, he wouldn't have minded. They could have had a night in...just the two of them...And he was always a fan of nights in with her. But..."We can go. I know you wanna…"

It was true too. He had seen the way her eyes lit up when she was reading that message. The way she was practically bouncing on the balls of her feet. Kagome didn't want to spend the night in. She wanted to spend her first Halloween back in Montana at a party with old friends.

"But...You...Don't?"

He shrugged.

"Don't matter either way. I'm fine going. I'm fine staying home and fucking ya seven ways from Sunday."

"Yash!"

"What! It's tha truth," he replied with a smirk. "And you can't tell me ya don't like the sound of it," he continued, running his tongue over his fangs. The cute little blush he pulled from her was worth it.

"Well...How about a compromise?"

He paused, lifting his brow in curiosity.

"Go on…"

"What if we went to the party...Just for an hour or two...and then afterward we can come home and have sex? Oh! We can even wear couple's costumes again!"

The phrase couples costume made his butt clench so tight he could probably twist off a beer cap with his cheeks.

"I'll agree to go to the party...but not the couple's costume."

"But Yash," she whined, coming around the island to take his hands. "That's part of the fun…"

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

"I'll wear something slutty?"

"N—" He began, ready to tell her no again when his brain processed her offer. "Keep talking."

"I'll wear something slutty and sexy?"

"...Uh-huh...And what else?"

"...And you get to take it off of me?"

He almost said yes...but he was a greedy fucker. He was probably gonna take it off of her even if she hadn't offered that.

"Do I get to do more than that?"

"You mean other than wear a matching outfit?"

"I do."

"Well," she began, tilting her head to the side and pursing her lips in thought. "I'm assuming that sex is a given…"

"But you can say it anyway, and make it interesting," he shrugged. If he was going to get roped into this...because he was going to say yes, because he loved her...then he wanted to squeeze as much as he could out of this.

"Ok...If you do it, sex is on the table...and I'll also add you picking the place and position," she decided, causing his eyes to light up.

Place and position huh?

"Well...In that case Darling, you've got yourself a deal!"

Her childlike squeal and the way she giddily clapped her hands, bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet, made him feel like he made the right decision.

"Now let's talk costumes…"

He groaned, shaking his head and digging his fork into the eggs on his plate.

Then again...Maybe not…

He let her prattle on for a while, running different ideas past him...But he knew that it ultimately wouldn't matter. He was going to give in to whatever she wanted. If she wanted him to go as a hot dog, and she was going to be a bottle of mustard? That was what was going to happen. Wasn't sure how she could make it sexy...but sure. Her call. Prince and Princess? No fighting it. Batman and Catwoman…

It had piqued his interest, but she almost instantly changed her mind. The cowl would be uncomfortable for his ears.

So, she decided on a fireman and a dalmatian. He looked over at her phone when she held up a picture of the costume she had found for him and sighed.

"That's what you want?"

It didn't look too bad. And it looked like he could maybe get away with just wearing the pants. He was going to have to be sneaky about it though...He could do just a t-shirt and those pants.

"Please?" she beseeched, batting her long lashes at him. "It will be so cute! And you'll look so good!"

He tilted his head to the side, and she chewed the inside of his lip as she watched him roll her suggestion around in his head. She really liked the fireman outfit. She thought it would be fun! And he would look good in it too...She could already picture him slowly taking off the jacket to reveal his bare torso...the suspenders holding up his pants hanging limply at the sides as he slowly peeled himself out of—

"—What are you thinking about Kagome?"

She looked up at his face and saw him looking at her, a smirk stretching his lips as he limply held the phone, leaning down across the island.

"N-nothing," she blushed, swiping out to grab the phone from him, but he pulled it away from her at the last second.

"Nu-uh. I can smell it when you're lying…and I can smell it when you're—"

"—NOTHING!"

She insisted, grabbing the phone from him this time, and his grin turned predatory.

"Ain't nothing, or you wouldn't be smelling like that," he countered cheekily before his gaze began to darken. "Ya know...You don't have to keep that bottled up…"

"Inuyasha," she warned as he straightened, running his carefully filed and declawed fingers along the island countertop as he slowly came around to her side.

He was ignoring her, however.

"Kagome," he replied, closing in on her in just a few short strides. "Were you thinking about me in that fireman outfit?"

Sometimes she swore he could read her mind.

"N-no…"

"Liar," he purred, placing his hands onto the granite top on either side of her hips. He had effectively trapped her...and he was looking at her like prey.

It made her swallow because her mouth was suddenly dry. And made her lower abdomen heat. The intensity and desire in his gaze...the slight glint of fang in the morning light…

Fucking hell...She wanted to be his prey. Wanted to be captured and eaten and...eaten…

He inhaled deeply, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he lowly moaned, "Fuck Kags…"

"W-what," she swallowed, and his smirk widened into a fangy grin before his lips crashed into hers.

AN:

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justmemewriting · 3 years

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The Sister (Javier Peña x reader) Part 7 - Colonel Carillo

It was the next morning. You woke up in your bed when your alarm rang at 6:30 in the morning.

"God" you groaned when you saw what time it was and you turned back around. You loved your work, but what you didn't like was having to get up super early in the morning.

You slowly got out of your bed and decided that the only way that you could get your day started was with a nice hot cup of coffee. While your coffee was brewing, you got ready and dressed.

As you drank your coffee, you decided that it might be nice to watch some TV to wake up a bit before going over to Steve's to let him give you a ride to the embassy.

You grabbed the remote and turned on the TV not really caring which channel was on since you didn't know any of the channels anyway.

"Ahora, vamos a hablar sobre Pablo Escobar." the voice on the TV said which quickly caught your attention. Normally, people would tell you not to bring your work home and to leave your work at work, but how did anybody expect you to do so? You were working for the Drug Enforcement Administration. Most of the work you never really leaves your mind. Especially when it's Pablo Escobar.

"El narcotraficante Pablo Escoabr ha negociado su estancia en su propio cárcel que la gente llama 'La Catedral'. Escobar empezó su estancia en la semana pasada." the voice continued.

You sighed. You knew that this was what you came here for, but it was still unbelievably frustrating. How was is it possible for Escobar to negotiate his own prison stay under his own terms? Who would let that happen? You decided to save these thoughts for later at the office when you were going to discuss different plans with Javier and Steve on what to do next.

You continued watching some more TV until you decided that it would be time for you to go over to Steve's apartment.

You grabbed your bag, left your apartment and then locked the door behind you. Luckily, Steve's apartment was only a few apartments next to yours, so in case of an emergency, you'd only have to go down the hall.

You knocked on his door and Connie with Olivia in her arm quickly opened it. Yesterday at dinner, Steve had told you that he and Connie were fostering a child which you thought was just the cutest and nicest thing you could imagine. "Hey (Y/N), so there's a slight change of plans" she informed you. "We were wondering if it would be okay if Javi drove you so that Steve and I could take Olivia to go shopping before work?" "Of course, did you talk to Javier about it?" "Yes, just go and knock on his door. He should be ready right about now."

And so, you did. You went and knocked on his door which he quickly opened. He greeted you and the two of you walked to his car. Honestly, you had to admit that Javier looked a little rough, as though he hadn't slept at all last night. "Are you ok?" you asked him with a look of concern on your face. You might have only known him for a couple of days, but you knew that he was Steve's best friend, so you figured that it was alright to worry about him.

"I am, don't worry. I shouldn't let this thing with Escobar get so close to me, really. It's just really hard not to let it," he answered. "I understand. If you want you can take a rain check if you're not feeling up to it," you told him referring to your date, well you didn't really know what to call it, let's just say get-together, this afternoon. "No, that's definitely still on," he told you and smiled at you nicely before focusing back on the road.

Once the two of you arrived at your shared office at the embassy, you decided to just do some regular paperwork until Steve arrived.

Steve arrived around 9 AM which wasn't too bad.

You, Steve and Javier, met up with Colonel Carillo. Carillo's Search Bloc had just been disbanded which was why he was currently packing up his things.

You were the last to enter his office and by the looks of it, Carillo was surprised to see a third face in his office, or in what used to be his office.

"Agent García," you introduced yourself to Carillo and shook his hand. Javier took a seat in front of his desk.

"At least Escobar is in jail and you can leave knowing you helped put him there," Javier told Carillo but you could tell that he didn't even believe his own words. You knew the terms of Escobar's surrender deal and it was honestly nothing more than a slap in the face.

"Jail?" Carillo asked and you looked at him expectantly. "I know your gringos aren't allowed to do flyovers, but I got some photographs, courtesy of the Colombian military. I want you to look at them and tell me if this qualifies as a jail," he told you and handed you the pictures of Escobar's jail.

"What the fuck," you mumbled under your breath. "He's got a fucking soccer field," Steve scoffed.

"Escobar is moving more coke than ever. Without the Colombian government breathing down his neck, all he's gotta worry about is the Cali cartel," Carillo told you.

You said your goodbyes and left his office.

"I think there's only one way really," you told your two partners standing in front of the board in your office. "And that would be?" Steve asked you. "We have to prove that Escobar is violating the terms of his agreement. If we can prove that he isn't following the agreement we can get him extradited or at least into a prison that he didn't build himself. I mean, look at what he calls a prison. There's got to be something going on there that is violating against his deal," you explained to which Javier nodded in response.

"I agree," he told you. "And if I have learnt anything about Escobar in the past, it is that there's definitely something he's hiding that violates his terms. Now, we only have to find it."

"Let's just hope that we'll be able to find something on him" Steve answered.

It was already late when you decided that it was time for you to call it a day. Steve had already left so it was only you and Javier left in your office.

"So, you wanna go to the bar directly, or do you want me to drive you home first?" Javier asked you grabbing his jacket. "Let's just go there directly," you told him and with that, the two of you were on your way.

In the end, the two of you decided to go to the bar that was right across the street from your apartment complex so it wouldn't have really mattered anyway. Once you arrived at the bar, you sat down at the table and waited for a waiter to come and take your order.

"I can't tell you how much I need a drink right now," you told Javier to which he chuckled in response. "I think I can imagine," he told you laughing.

When the waiter came, Javier ordered two glasses of tequila for the two of you which you two finished rather quickly. Next, Javier, he actually told you to call him Javi, ordered two cocktails because he thought the names were funny but he had never tried them before.

"So, (Y/N). I have to admit, if I didn't know better, I would've never guessed that you are Steve's sister," he told you. "How come?" "Well, you two are completely different. You're just a lot more outgoing. Plus, you can speak Spanish." You chuckled. "That is true. Steve couldn't speak Spanish to save his life," you said and laughed.

"Now, Javi, tell me something about yourself. I mean, Connie has told me some things, but I'd rather have you tell me some things," you told him. "Well, what did Connie tell you about me?" he asked you and chuckled.

"Well," you said and chuckled. "She told me that you had somewhat of a reputation as what some might call a playboy or a macho." Javi put his hand over his chest and acted as though he was deeply hurt to which you laughed in response.

"So, it's true then?" you asked him. "I guess. But I wasn't always like that," he told you "A few years back, I was actually engaged and about to get married." "Good for you," you answered and took a sip of your cocktail which actually wasn't too bad. "So, why aren't you married now? If I may ask." "Well, I kinda left her at the altar," he explained to you. You slightly choked on your drink and laughed. "Don't think badly of me now, okay?" he told you. "Of course not, don't worry. I'm sure you had your reasons. Besides, I'm not perfect either and I haven't had the best dating history myself, so who am I to judge," you told him.

"Hmmm. I didn't know that you also had a bad side?" he asked you jokingly. "Well, there's a lot that you don't know about me yet, Javier Pena."

The rest of the night was just as fun and went smoothly as well. By the end of the night, you were sure that you and Javi were both more than tipsy which is why he walked to your apartment door to ensure that nothing bad was going to happen to you. You weren't sure if he was going to be able to defend you with the amount of alcohol that he had, but it was still very nice of him.

"I had a great time," you told Javi as you were trying to open your door. It proved to be a lot more difficult when you had a little something drink, but after a few seconds, you managed to open it.

"Me too. We should definitely make this a regular thing, " he told you. "Next time we should go dancing though because Steve never wanted to dance with me" You laughed. "Sure, Javi. Thanks again." "Of course. I'll see you tomorrow. Good night (Y/N)," he told you and walked over to his apartment. "Good night," you told him and closed the door behind you.

What a night.

#javier peña imagine #javier peña #javi #javier peña x reader #steve murphy x reader #steve #narcos x reader #narcos imagine #narcos

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alex-ruins-everything · 3 years

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Turning Pages - Chapter 9

Intrulogical bookshop au! Read the whole thing on ao3 here.

Logan wasn’t sure what made him invite Remus up to his apartment. It was only the second date, and yet...here he was unlocking his door and letting Remus in for a cup of tea.

“Sorry it’s a bit of a mess,” he apologized, looking around the pristine apartment. The mess in question was a mug he had left on the drying rack and a book he hadn’t put back on the shelf.

“If this is a mess you’re gonna have a heart attack when you see my place…” Remus mumbled, following Logan in.

“I’m sure it’s fine,” Logan assured, heading to the kitchen while Remus walked around the living room. Though he did smile a little at the promise that he’d see Remus’ place eventually. That meant Remus planned on keeping him around a little longer.

Logan pulled down two mugs from the cupboard, one black and one navy blue, and set the kettle on to boil water. He opened up another cupboard humming a little as he looked over the large tea selection.

“What kind of tea would you like?” he asked Remus who was currently looking over the book on the coffee table.

“What kind of tea do you have?”

“Well...I have blueberry, raspberry, ginseng, sleepy time, green tea, green tea with lemon, green tea with lemon and honey, liver disaster, ginger with honey, ginger without honey, vanilla almond, white truffle, blueberry chamomile, vanilla walnut, constant comment, and...earl grey.”

“Uhm…” Remus blinked. “Green tea with lemon and honey?”

“Of course,” Logan nodded, pulling that tin out with the tin of sleepy time and preparing their two mugs for when the water finished boiling.

“Well...I know what to get you for christmas now. Anything tea related,” Remus joked, putting the book down on the coffee table and coming into the kitchen to lean against the counter.

“That is what Patton does when he gets me in the shop’s secret Santa. I’ve got many animal shaped tea infusers from him, most notably the sloth and the llama we’re using now.”

“Aww...you guys have a secret Santa for each other? That’s so cute.”

“Yes, it was Patton’s idea, though I doubt that’s surprising at all,” Logan said, looking to Remus and not being able to stop the light smile from appearing on his face.

There was just something about Remus that made him feel illogical and happy. He was surprised that he didn’t find that to be a bad thing, but it was hard to think of anything other than Remus when the other man was around. The kettle started to whistle and he poured the steaming water into the mugs, handing the black one to Remus.

“We can sit on the couch if you’d like,” he said, heading over to where he usually sat for tea drinking, turning the radio on to his favorite classical station on the way. He kept the volume low so that they could still talk.

Remus followed, sipping his tea and scrunching his nose. He was not a tea person, but Logan had offered it so he would drink it.

“So, pirate royalty romance, huh?” Remus asked with a smirk, picking up the novel on the table again.

Logan blushed deeply, taking the book out of his hands and setting it down. “It’s, ah...a very guilty pleasure of mine. I can’t say I understand the romance aspect, but it is interesting to follow a storyline that is highly historically inaccurate for the sake of romance playing out. And I’ve found I have been giving into my more...whimsical side...recently. I even bought donuts for the shop.”

“Donuts?” Remus gasped, throwing a dramatic hand over his heart. “Who are you and what have you done with my Specs? Pirate romance is one thing, but donuts? Absurd behavior.”

“I know!” Logan said with a light chuckle, catching onto the joke once the hand went up. Roman had explained to him once that that usually meant sarcasm. “Like I said, my head has been up in the clouds.”

“When I’m with you my head is all the way up in outer space, babes.”

Logan blushed again at that, sipping his tea and enjoying the warmth that coursed through his body at it. Though that warmth might have something to do with Remus if he was being honest.

“What’s this?” Remus asked, picking up an open notebook from the coffee table.

Logan’s eyes widened a little when he realized what it was. Oh, shit. The list. The list he had made trying to rationalize away his feelings for Remus.

“Oh, that’s rather embarrassing, we don’t need to- and you’re reading it. Okay,” he sighed slightly, watching the other’s expression as he read.

“You like my eyes?” Remus smiled, looking up. “And you think I’m attractive. And tall.”

“Well, yes. I think the attractiveness and your height are plain facts. I am quite fond of your eyes, though. I think they’re, ah...pretty…?”

“Do you have a pen?”

“A pen?”

“Yeah, I wanna make a list of my own,” Remus replied.

Logan wasn’t sure quite how to respond, but he reached over to the small basket he kept remotes in and pulled out a pen, handing it over. Remus shot him a thanks and got to writing on a clean page of the notebook. Logan could only imagine what sort of thoughts Remus was writing down...but he couldn’t help but find further features to make his heart flutter a bit. The way the tip of Remus’ tongue poked out in concentration or the way his brow furrowed slightly, it was cute.

“Done!” Remus said with a happy grin, pulling Logan out of his thoughts.

“Done with...what?” Logan asked.

“Read it, silly.”

Logan looked down as the notebook was shoved into his hands, sipping his tea as he read the title. Things Remus Likes About Logan. Oh, it was a mimic to the list he had made, except there was no rationalization column. He blushed slightly, going down the numbered list. 1- He has a cute nose. 2- The way he dresses like an old man. 3- He always has good book recommendations. 4- Doesn’t tell me to shut up when I ramble. 5- Great ass. Really good ass. Awesome ass.

Logan thought he might cry a little bit, though the last number on the list got a small chuckle out of him.

“Add your laugh to that list for sure. And your smile,” Remus said, pulling the notebook back to write down both those things.

“Is this you flirting again?”

“It is.”

“Well, then...thank you. Your streams of compliments are appreciated, though unnecessary. I’m not really sure how to flirt back.”

“I think you just did,” Remus replied. “In your own special way, of course.”

“Then I shall continue to flirt in my own special way,” Logan promised with a yawn, a hand coming up to cover his mouth.

Remus looked down at his hardly touched mug of tea before looking back to Logan.

“I’ll get out of your hair,” he said, standing up. “Looks like that sleepy time is kicking in, hm?”

“Only partially, but it is best that I start on my nightly routine before I get too tired,” Logan nodded, standing as well. “Thank you for another nice evening.”

“My pleasure, babes,” Remus grinned, heading towards the door.

Logan followed Remus to the door, pausing with his hand on the knob. They were very close together and looking up at the other he got an urge to do something highly illogical. He wanted to kiss Remus Kingsley. That was ridiculous, Logan had never particularly wanted to kiss anyone ever in his life. It seemed Remus had a similar idea, though, as he started to lean in, hesitating for a moment to give Logan a chance to back away. Logan didn’t, standing his ground and tilting his head up a little bit until he felt Remus’ lips on his. Just a quick peck of a kiss, but it set his whole mind ablaze even more than when Remus had kissed his cheek.

“G’night, Specs,” Remus said, pecking Logan’s lips once more and heading out.

Logan was left rather speechless, not even processing Remus had left. Remus who he had just kissed and it had felt electrifying from just that small peck. He was left internally squealing as he sipped his tea with a personal smile and started on his night routine, smiling at the list Remus made when he went to clean up the other’s untouched tea. Maybe, just maybe, he could supply Patton with some proper gossip tomorrow.

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mosneakers · 3 years

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Tycho: [sigh] Coraleye.

Coraleye: Tycho.

Tycho: Hi...

Coraleye: hahaha... Hi.

Tycho: So I was dared to say how I truly feel about you...

Coraleye: Mhm... [giggles] In front of everyone!

Tycho: In front of everyone. And I really hope you don’t take any of this the wrong way...

Coraleye: Okay?

Tycho: So.. I think you’re incredibly mysterious and honestly...enchanting. You look so different and peculiar but in the best way. There’s so much about you that I don’t understand, and I crave figuring you out. I love how you can immediately tell how I’m feeling as soon as you see me. Sometimes I actually don’t like that very much. I love how protective you are of your friends, and how forgiving you are. I love that you’re literally a bee whisperer. Like, I don’t know any girls my age who care so deeply about bees. I love that you used to be in the scouts, and that you know every single lyric of every single Sailor Trift and Llama Del Rey song and you’re not embarrassed to admit it. I love how you could probably eat 35 gummy bear pancakes if you had the choice.

I love your sense of adventure and solving mysteries. I love how you dress. Your eyes are really cool obviously, but it’s not just the colors. It’s the feeling they give me. They’re so inviting and warm. Your hair is so pretty, and you always stand out. Your hugs make me melt every single time, no matter how annoyed I am with you. You have a really dirty mind, and sometimes that rubs me the wrong way- Coraleye: Hehe...

Tycho: Anyway... Sometimes that rubs me the wrong way, but it’s always hilarious. I hate when I’m trying to be mad at you and you smile at me and then I’m not mad at you, but Mod have mercy, I love it so much. I love that you’re so ticklish but you always deny it. It’s really hard for me to be open with my friends but you always encourage me to do so, and that’s why I’m telling you this all right now. And I could probably go on forever but my girlfriend is right there and she’ll think this is weird, which it totally is. You’re my best friend and...

I love you so much. And um... We’re just friends.

Coraleye: Aww Tycho! [whispers] You’re such a nerd...

Tycho: Would you quit?! I’m trying to be sincere!

#ts4 #ts4 story #Snowy Escape #sims 4 #Truth or Dare #MD4 #the sims 4 #Coraleye Darling #Tycho Curious #MD4season5

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the-mighty-jellybean · 4 years

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Rising From The Earth

Series Summary: After months of trying, and several heats, and ruts, Y/N was now beginning her journey on her road to motherhood. All Steve and Bucky wanted to be is supportive and strong for their Omega, but life doesn't always run so smoothly....

Series Warning: a/b/o dynamics (the fun stuff that comes with that) Smut, Accurate Representation of Pregnancy and (eventually) Childbirth, Strong Language (18+ ONLY)

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Reader X Bucky Barnes

Part One// Part Two// Part Three// Part Four// Part Five// Part Six// Part Seven// Part Eight// Part Nine//

Part Ten: Llama Classes

Chapter Warnings: I don't really know?

Word Count: 3.1K

30 Weeks.

After four weeks, Bucky had completely healed, and three of you were back in the comfort of your little room on the residential floor of the compound. With Bucky fully recovered, your’s and your Alphas’ attention was back on the preparation for the arrival of your pups.

“I can’t believe in 10 weeks, we’re gonna have two little pups running around.” Bucky sighed, his hand resting on your stomach, softly stroking over the outline of a foot, pressing against your skin.

“They aren't going to be running around for a while, Alpha.” you giggles, playing with his hair.

“I know, but you know what I mean.” he presses his lips to your bump, and you feel one of twins, roll under his lips.

“One of them really likes it when you do that.” you wheeze slightly, when the kicking got a little stronger, one landing right in your ribs.

“Sorry, sweetheart. Am I making them hurt you?” Bucky looks up at you with guilt in his eyes. You shift uncomfortably on the couch, sitting up more. Steve moves from his position of leaning on the kitchen side, to pick up a cushion from the other couch, and places it behind your back.

“Do you want to sit on the ball for a bit, baby?” Steve asks you, rubbing along your shoulders. You nod, and Bucky swiftly gets up from the couch to grab your ball, that was sitting in the corner of your room. He bounced it over to you and Steve, as Steve assisted you in helping you stand.

You waddled the short distance, to Bucky, before lowering yourself onto the ball. Steve grabbed a chair that was under the dinning room table, and set it behind you. He sat down, and began rubbing his thumbs over your hips, as you gently bobbed up and down, pressure in your pelvis slowly vanishing.

“You know, Dr Cho said we should start preparing for the birth.” Steve speaks, as he rests his chin over your shoulder, Bucky grabbed another chair, sitting himself in front of you.

“I thought we were already.” you giggled, motioning to your growing bump; Steve and Bucky chuckled.

“No as in: looking into breathing techniques, and positions you find comfortable.” Steve explained, placing a kiss on your shoulder blade.

“Oh, you mean like lamaze classes?” you asked, turning to look at him, only to be met with a very confused look.

“What’s a llama class?” Bucky finally broke the confused silence.

“Not llama.” you giggle, “Lamaze.”

“What’s that, when it’s at home?”

“It’s techniques used to build a mother’s confidence in her ability to give birth, through the presentations of classes that help pregnant women understand how to cope with the pain of labour.” you explain, laughing at your Alphas facial expressions of bewilderment.

“Since when did you become Dr Cho?” Bucky teases, but smiles at you with a look of pride.

“Wanda gave me a book.” you point towards your bookshelf that was filled with several pregnancy books, “maybe more than one.” you giggle.

“Who’d a thought Wanda would be the llama class expert?” Bucky shrugged.

“Lamaaaaaze, Alpha.” you correct him.

“That’s what I said llammmmas.” Bucky jokes, kissing your lips before you could correct him again.

“Well what do these books say, sweetheart?” Steve moves on, continuing his soothing massage on your hips.

“Ummm...to take lots of deep breaths.” you guessed, you hadn't actually gotten round to reading many of the books, what with Bucky being in recovery, you spent most of your time trying to help Steve, take care of him.

“You haven't read them, have you baby?” Steve taunts, trying to catch your eye, but suddenly you were finding the ceiling very interesting.

“Errrrr.”

“Baby.” Bucky warns, you look at him, then turn to Steve. You squint as you shake your head no. Steve and Bucky, both sigh a laugh.

“It’s alright, sweetie. We’ve fallen behind in our research as well.” Steve kisses your neck, just above your bond mark, and you nuzzle your head against him.

“Wanda said; there were a few videos online.”

“How does that work?” Bucky, rubbed his hands up and down your thighs, when you flinched a little, he sensed one of the pups had landed another nasty kick to your insides.

“Basically, there’s a woman, who’s dressed in yoga attire, and looks as if she has never given birth before, sitting cross legged on a mat, whilst showing you several positions, and breathing techniques, as well as, a few videos.” you explain.

“Have you seen any of these videos?” Bucky asked you, grabbing Steve’s tablet and looking up ‘Lamaze classes’ on YouTube.

“Sam and I, only got through 2 minutes, before we had to switch it off.” you smile at the memory.

“Why’s that?” Bucky looked up from the tablet once he found one, that looked perfectly harmless.

“We couldn’t stop laughing.” you confessed.

It was true, you had tried to watch one of these videos, with Sam, but he was probably not your best choice. Bar the awkward positions, the woman was showing you, Sam kept repeating the woman’s words, as he mimicked the her voice. But It really broke the pair of you, when the woman went onto all fours, and began to moo; it was at that point, you and Sam decided to call it a day.

“Honey, you need to take this seriously. You’re gonna be pushing two babies out. If these women can help you find ways to cope with the pain, then you need to listen to them.” Steve reprimanded you slightly. You couldn't help the eye roll that arose from you.

“Thanks for reminding me.” you mumble, rubbing over your squirming bump. Steve sighed, and combed his fingers through your hair.

“Okay I’ll let that eye roll go, but you need to prepare yourself, darlin. We all do.” Steve says, turning to Bucky, who nods in agreement.

“Look, what about this one?” Bucky shows you the screen, you sigh mentally, thanking God that it wasn’t the one you and Sam had attempted. It looked similar, but you shrugged an okay. Maybe it would be different with your Alphas.

“We need to make some space.” you noted, Bucky nodded and stood up, handing you the tablet, whilst he moved the coffee table out of the way, and pushed the sofa backwards.

Steve helped you to stand, and guided you towards the space, Bucky was making.

“Do you want a pillow, sweetheart?” Steve asks you, before he set you down.

You nod, the carpet was soft, but not very thick, and it would cause havoc with your heavy hips. Steve allows you to move your grip to Bucky, and grabs a couple of pillows off your bed, he sits on the floor, placing the pillows between his legs.

He takes hold of your hands, as he and Bucky help you lower yourself to the floor, settling you in Steve’s lap.

“How’s that, honey?” Steve asks wrapping his arms around you.

“It feels okay.” you smile, wiggling back into the warmth of Steve’s chest. Bucky goes and grabs the tablet from the kitchen table, and balances it on the TV stand, so you could all see it clearly, pressing play.

The lady begins to speak, and Bucky sits himself, next to Steve placing one of his hands on your ankle, gently rubbing it.

“Okay so what we wanted to do, is make sure the mother is completely relaxed. Last thing we want is the mother to feel tense and up tight, this will stop baby from progressing downwards.” Her nasally voice, was grating on you slightly, but you grin and bear it, for Bucky and Steve’s sake.

Steve begins to copy the back massage the woman was showcasing in the video. You weren’t going to lie, this did feel really nice, and you did feel yourself relaxing slightly.

“Is that nice, baby?” Bucky smiles at you, as you close your eyes, almost drifting off at the feeling of Steve’s fingers.

“Mmhmm.” you hum, too absorbed in the steady motion Steve was performing on your back.

You nearly whined when the woman began to speak again, severing the peaceful silence that had filled the room.

“The next thing we want to try is; breathing. One of the most common things a mother in labour can do wrong is her breathing technique. Whether the motions of labour are building too fast, or the technique you are trying to use isn't working, a labouring mother can often forget, or lose faith, in the power of breathing.”

You snort a little at her last statement, earning a disapproving look from your Alphas.

“Pay attention, sweetheart.” Bucky reminds you, you let a heavy sigh out, but turn your attention back to the video.

“Lamaze breathing, is a technique based on the idea that controlled breathing can enhance relaxation and decrease the perception of pain. During the first stage of labour: start with a slow deep breath as your contraction starts and then slowly breathe out, releasing all physical tension from your head to your toes.”

Bucky turned to you, and you felt Steve rest his chin on your shoulder, you face flushes slightly, as you turn away from them, and burry your burning face into Steve’s other shoulder.

“Come on, baby. Don't be shy.” Steve encourages you, but you can’t help it, you were embarrassed to do this technique when there was no reason to do it.

“Look, we’ll do it with you, sweetheart.” Bucky consoles. You slowly turn to face him, taking his hands, and meeting his eyes.

“Slowly inhale through your nose.” you and Bucky both, breath in deeply, you feel Steve’s chest behind you rise also. “Then pause.”

“Then slowly exhale through your mouth.” you feel yourself sink, and the hairs on the back of your neck tingle slightly, when Steve releases his breath, you and Bucky following suit.

“Every time you exhale, focus on relaxing a different body part.”

“Relax your shoulders, honey.” Steve suggests, rubbing over your tensed shoulders slightly. You try as best you can, but you were still feeling self conscious. And things only got worst, as your heart rate picked up, when the woman explained the next section of the video.

“That breathing technique is used, when a labouring mother is in the first stage of labour. This is a important section, as it is the starting block, and can often set the atmosphere for the whole labour. For example here is a woman using her lamaze breathing correctly...” the video cut to a semi-naked heavily pregnant woman, who was giving the impression of a star student. Twinkly music played, as the woman exhibited the breathing you had been told to do moments ago. The whole scene looked idilic, and it did calm you, marginally.

Until the woman, opened her mouth again:

“And this is an example of a mother breathing incorrectly...” within a few seconds the tranquil images of practically mother nature herself, were replaced by true anguish and pain, as the woman now in front of you was wailing and screaming at the top of her lungs. The woman thrashed around in her partners arms, shouting and screeching at the top of her lungs.

You audibly gulp, and Steve pulls you tighter to him, hoping he can provide you with some reassurance. Your eyes dart to Bucky, who’s own eyes are stretched wide, as he watches the horror scene unfold.

Thankfully the clip comes to an end, and the woman begins to speak again:

“That was how a mother can lose control during labour, it is especially important for a mother to grasp control at the first stage of labour...”

You zone out for a bit, the words ‘first stage’ bounced around your head. ‘First Stage’, if that was the first stage, God knows how the rest of the labour is going to be.

You glance over at Bucky, who still looks rather pale, and his mouth is slightly agape. If that was how he was going to be when the time came, you didn’t know how you were going to cope. Your only hope was that Steve would be able to support both of you.

The woman continues to explain the breathing techniques for active labour, before she moved on to talk about transition, one of the last stages in labour, before you actually push the baby out.

“As you switch to light breathing during active labour, transition breathing can help control feelings of despair and exhaustion.”

“Oh that’s really encouraging.” you sass, Steve squeezes your thigh, “what she’s telling me I’m going start feeling desperate and exhausted, this video is not exactly painting the picture I thought it would.”

“Sh, baby. I’m trying to listen. If you’re not going to, then at least one of us, needs to know how to keep you calm.” Steve looks over to Bucky as he speaks, “and by the looks of things, Alpha’s not going to be the best man for the job.”

“What?” Bucky shakes his head, of the images that were still replaying in his head, of the howling woman, looking now at you and Steve. Steve had a face of serious focus, whilst you were smirking at him slightly.

“Nothing, dear. Now shush the both of you I’m trying to concentrate.” you roll your eyes, but Steve’s not paying attention as he goes back to listening intently.

“The breathing you are going to want to use for this phase of your labour revolves around finding a focus point- a picture, your partner, or a spot on the wall. When a contraction starts to build, breath in and out your mouth at a rate of 1 to 10 breaths every 5 seconds.”

“That sounds very complicated.” you commented, as you began to try and figure out what she meant, by this weird and mathematical way of breathing.

“She means that you need to pant, sweetheart.” Steve clarifies, you making an ‘oh’ face, and you catch the smirk, in his reflection in the TV.

The woman had finally stopped talking about breathing techniques, but once again your cheeks flushed, when the woman began to show you different positions to be in.

“Oh God.” you mutter, when the woman, who now had a partner, had her arms hanging around his neck, whilst she squatted down. You silently begged Steve not to make you do it, but both he and Bucky said you needed to find what was comfortable.

“But it’s embarrassing, Alpha.” you whine, as he makes you stand.

“You won't find it embarrassing when your in labour.” Steve reprimanded you.

“Exactly, we can just watch the silly lady do her positions, memorise them, and then when the time comes, try them out.” you shrug, but Steve shakes his head, and makes you wrap your arms around his neck.

“Sweetheart, when you’re in labour, you won't know what to think. If we know now what you like and don't like, Alpha and I can work around you. And that way we don't make you do a position that you find uncomfortable or awkward.” Steve justifies. You huff a little, but you do as the woman does, and move into a squatting position, holding onto Steve.

You had been in the position for less than a second, when you stood up again, and shook your head, your cheeks, light shade of pink.

“No I don't like that one, it make me feel self-conscious.” you huff. Steve and Bucky sigh heavily, but nod their heads, excepting your complaints. The next one was still a standing position.

This time you had your back to Bucky’s chest, whilst his arms cirlced around you, and held you up, just above your belly, your hands clasping his. You didn’t mind this one, Bucky’s arms around you, and his chin resting on your shoulder made you feel less exposed.

“You like this one, baby?” Bucky asked, you nod, and you can feel his smile through your shirt, as he presses his lips to you shoulder.

“She’s saying you can push like this, darlin.” Steve says, his eyes focusing on the tablet, as he watched the women bend her knees slightly, and pretend to bare down.

“I don't know, I think I’d get tired, my back already aches a little in this position.” Steve nods, happy you’re finally co-operating. Bucky helps to lower yourself to the floor, as the next position involves you being on your knees.

You are resting your arms on the exercise ball, and you feel a little more relaxed, as the position allowed you to rock backwards and forwards, relieving any strain from your pelvis, and hips.

“I like this one, a lot.” you moan a little, as Bucky begins to do the massage, Steve had done earlier.

“This ones good, because you have gravity helping you. I read, that is the best thing for you, to help move labour along.” Bucky perks up, clearly his late night reading had come in useful, finally.

“Another position you could do, darlin, is the one you and I did earlier, where you’re sat between my legs, did you like that one?” Steve asks you, kneeling down next to your side.

You were content to sit here and rock backwards and forwards, the motion had soothed the kicking babies, to the point they now felt a little heavier, which meant they had most likely fallen alseep.

“I liked that one too, Alpha. Having you close to me, helped to keep me calm.” you mumble through your arms, just loud enough for them to hear.

“Alright, baby. Looks like we've learned a few things after all.” Steve smiled, you lazily smiled back at him, as you turned your head, so you could meet his gaze.

“Too right we have.” Bucky exclaims, you furrow your eyebrows, Steve matching you, as you both look over at Bucky.

“What?” he looks at you with confusion.

“Alpha, you could barely keep your eyes open, when that woman started screaming.” you point out, Steve snickered.

“Yeah, but...I now know that I need to keep you calm, so that you won't be in that much pain.”

“Alpha it doesn't matter what breathing I do, I’ll still feel that pain. It’s how I handle it, that will determine, how I show that pain.” you sigh, rocking back and forth.

“Baby girl, you need to keep positive.” Steve reminded you, rubbing his hand along you shoulder blades.

“I know, Alpha, I know.” you murmur.

“What do you need to remember?” Steve raised one of his eyebrows.

“That you will be there.” you exhale, turning to look at both your mates.

“Which means?” Bucky says, lifting your chin, and stroking his thumb over your cheek.

“Everything will be alright.”

A/N: Getting close now! Anyone got any suggestions for baby names...pop them in my ask box. I need a hand to help me decide!

Part Eleven//

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toosicktoocare · 4 years

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Ooh, if you're looking for TMA prompts: I'm starved for Tim & Jon friendship content, and I know you love Tim, so maybe something where Jon is sick (migraine? Fever? Up to you!) and everyone thinks he's just in a mood and ignoring/snapping at them. So Tim goes into his office for something and finds him all miserable and is like ":( boss" (if you don't like this one, I can try again! ☺️)

I am here for this!

Set in season 1 around the Jane Prentiss drama llama.

Tim’s starting toward the archives to see Jon when he hears a door shut rather loudly. Not a slam, per se, but as close to one as, he expects, Martin can muster within his too-nice core. Sure enough, he spots Martin whipping around the corner, his face pinched together in frustration that contradicts the pain welling in his eyes.

Martin’s walking fast, eyes cast forward, and he stumbles to a stop right before Tim. Tim arches a brow, cocks his head to the side.

“Where’s the fire, Martin?”

“It appears, Tim, that it’s up Jonathan Sims’ arse.”

Tim doesn’t mean to laugh; he really shouldn’t laugh, but he does, and he brings his fist to his mouth in a poor attempt to cover the laugh with a cough. “What happened?” he asks, clearing his throat, amusement still playing wildly on his face.

“He’s in a mood,” Martin grumbles, “and he genuinely had the audacity to snap at me because I, god forbid, wanted to inquire about the table that was delivered. The table, I might add, that he’s acting so odd about because of a prevous statement.”

Tim hums, trying for sympathy, but it falls short for Martin only looks more irritated yet also more defeated, as if he’s just walked from a high school break up.

“If you’re going to see him, don’t get your hopes up for a pleasant conversation. He snapped at Sasha, too, though she handed it back to him very fast, and he completely ignored Elias.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Tim says, starting past Martin, but Martin latches onto his forearm with an interestingly strong grip, one that catches Tim off guard, and he stops, eyeing the fingers wrapped around his arm curiously.

“Please don’t tell Jon what I said.” Martin sighs, and Tim looks to see his shoulders slump almosy dramatically. “I’m just tired. Sleeping here is quite.. difficult at times.”

Tim can only imagine. He nods, and Martin’s hand drops back to his side.

“Your secret is safe with me,” Tim tries, light-hearted, unsure of how to fully approach this rather curious side of Martin, but Martin only offers a half-smile that falls far too quickly, and he leaves Tim.

Tim considers dwelling on this, but he has to prod Jon about the follow-up research he gave him two days ago because his work is at a standstill until he hears from Jon regarding his next statement.

When he gets to the door, he knocks lightly, and when he hears Jon’s dark voice griping about the table and how it doesn’t concern him, he opens the door, offering a small smile and wave.

“Ah, Tim,” Jon mutters, and Tim leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, and watches as Jon slips his glasses from his face to pinch the bridge of his nose.

“I thought you were Martin.”

“Sorry to disappoint,” Tim says around an easy laugh that hides his narrowed eyes. Though Jon’s head is cast down, Tim can see that Jon’s normally, sharp, dark skin looks hollow, dull, and his normally straightened posture has taken a huched look that almost makes Tim’s own back hurt.

He looks further down, spotting his follow-up notes scattered across Jon’s desk above his current statement, and he frowns briefly and clears his throat. “Hey, boss, if my notes aren’t up to par with your standards, I can try again. No worries.” His easy tone echoes hollowly against the dark, archive walls, and then Jon looks up at him and sighs deeply.

“It’s fine.”

Nodding, Tim pushes off against the wall and rubs at the back of his neck. He should leave, but there’s something off with Jon, more than just a mood. It’s too dark in the archives, with only a soft table lamp casting a dim glow across the room, and Jon’s jaw is clenched tightly, sharp angles jutting out and trembling slightly. If he didn’t know any better, he would think Jon’s in pain.

“Is there something else?”

“Acutally,” Tim draws out, “yeah.” He plugs in missing pieces, pushing the final one in place when Jon absently massages at his temples. “Do you have a mirgaine, Jon?” The dim lighting, apparent headache, the mood, Tim thinks, all make sense.

“Excuse me?”

The heat behind Jon’s voice has Tim holding both hands up in a visual show of mock defense. “Sorry, it’s just the lights, your sour mood-”

“-I’m only in a mood because I cannot, for the life of me, get through one single, bloody statement without one of you interrupting me!” Jon rises to his feet, but then one hand flies to his head while the other grips at the edge of the desk.

It takes Tim a good few seconds to realize Jon’s swaying, but once he does, he crosses the room easily, and places a hand to small of Jon’s back, gently easing Jon back to the chair.

“Easy, Jon,” he says softly, hand moving to the back of Jon’s neck. Subtly, he checks for a fever, finding Jon’s skin cool to the touch. Definitely a migraine, he thinks, pulling his hand back as Jon leans backward in his chair with a groan.

“Sorry,” Jon mutters through clenched teeth. He moves one hand to cover his eyes. “Perhaps you’re right.” Another sigh. “I feel quite dreadful.”

Tim’s surprised at the admittance, more so that it’s to him and not to Martin. He slips his hand into his pants pocket, fingers ghosting against his cell phone.

“When’s the last time you’ve slept?” Tim prods lightly, and Jon removes his hand, a tired look of annoyance washing over his face.

“I thought Martin was the only one to dote.”

“It’s just a question,” Tim pushes, cocking one head to the side at Jon’s following silence. “I take it you don’t remember?” He tsks quitely, slipping his phone from his pocket. “I’ll call a cab.”

“I’m busy-”

“-Cab or Elias,” Tim interrupts, arching both brows. “No offense, boss, but you look like hell warmed over, and I doubt you’ll be able to concentrate much on anything with a migraine. You’ll be better off at your flat where,” he spares a glance down to see a worm sliding in from under the door, and he smashes it with the heel of his shoe, “you’ll be free of worms and pesky interruptions.”

Jon almost snarls at the remenants of the worm, and he nods. Tim’s face lights up, and he quickly phones for the nearest cab.

“It will be just a few minutes,” Tim relays when he ends the call. “Do you think you can make it to the front door by yourself?”

“Of course I can,” Jon snaps. “I’m not an invalid.”

“Right,” Tim says, laughing lightly. “Well, I’ll be sure to send Martin if I hear you fall.” He laughs louder at the sharp look Jon shoots him as he turns toward the door. He stops, one hand resting on the door frame, and he looks over his shoulder.

“Oh, and Jon?”

“Yes?”

“Do feel better, yeah? Give a ring if you need anything. I’ll be sure to let Elias know you’ve gone home for the day.”

Jon nods, an unclear expression pulling across his face. “Of course. Thank you, Tim.”

Tim starts back to his desk, pretending to work until he hears Jon’s office door close. He decides, then, that it would be a good time to head toward the entrance, maybe take a brief walk outside, get some fresh air, not, he tells himself, only leaving the building at the same time as Jon to ensure his boss doesn’t topple to the ground.

Definitely not.

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rwbyvein · 3 years

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Firen Lhain: Chapter 806: Clear the Air: Part II / III

"The third item on the agenda," Aurora stated, "is that I have made a short list of Atlasian architectural companies who specialize in renovating and modernizing castles."

"I'd say go with the one who's most discrete." Jaune stated.

"Of course." Aurora said, matter of factly, as if that closed the discussion. Jaune then looked between everyone else.

"For national security?" Weiss asked.

"What?" Jaune asked, "Uh, maybe? One, we're living a non-traditional lifestyle, and two, I'm not fond of scrutiny."

"Undue scrutiny?" Weiss asked.

"Or any, really."

"What about teachers?" Ruby asked.

"Well, yeah, well, teachers, teaching, kind of have important things to say, but other than that, it's not their business."

"What is?" Nora asked.

"Is not." Ren interjected.

"Is not?" Nora asked.

"What do you have?" Jaune asked.

"Not much, it's like all yours, really."

"Other than certain things." Blake stated, looking at her ring.

"I believe he means," Weiss interjected, "he wishes to avoid ANY scrutiny."

"Maybe it has to do with having seven sisters who are always in mine, and everyone else's business." Jaune stated, "Or from having a father who... liked to keep The Man at an arm's length."

"Weren't you like, a knight?" Yang asked, and Weiss turned to her.

"That might very well be the reason why. Knights were known for their... independent personalities."

"To quote my father," Jaune stated, "what business is it of yours?"

"Friend-Nora?" Penthesilea asked, "You do not own any possessions?"

"Well, there's my clothes, and Magnhild, and the gun that General Ironwood gave me." Nora replied, "And my swimsuit. Wait, no, Weiss bought my swimsuit, so I don't think it's mine."

"Pardon?" Weiss asked.

"Well, if it's my swimsuit, why can't I wear it?" Nora asked.

"Oh, well." Jaune stated, "We've had a busy what, week? Has it been two weeks since I was kidnapped?"

"A fourtnight less two days." Aurora said.

"How many is that?" Yang asked, and then her eyes rolled up as she started to do the math.

"A dozen." Blake stated.

"Why didn't she just say that?" Ruby asked.

"It's an.. older..." Jaune voiced, "measure of time."

"Back from when travel took a good deal longer." Aurora added.

"Anyways?" Jaune asked, "I mean, I was kidnapped, we ended up with a castle, I was made an Earl, we have prisoners in our dungeon."

"A dungeon you ripped the bars off." Yang said giddily.

"Anyways-anyways." Jaune stated, "I figured once we had a castle we could just, like, suntan in the garden, and whatever, and... I'm in bed because I healed the woman who killed Pyrrha." The joy seemed to evaporate from him and he slipped backwards. Ruby and Blake laid their heads on his chest. Jaune's breathing became harsh, as if he were gasping for breath.

"Should we reconvene?" Aurora asked.

"No." Jaune wheezed. "Family... first..."

"If?.." Aurora asked, and then breathed in deeply, "if we first bought sheep, we could use the income to support further renovation efforts."

"But?" Jaune asked, "Minions?"

Weiss spoke to the group, "He wishes to prioritize the benefits of his... er... minions."

"Don't we kind of need money coming in to do stuff like that?" Yang asked, causing Jaune to let out a harsh, bellowing sigh.

"He does have a point." Blake stated, now sitting up to look over the blanket.

"Ugh." Jaune sighed, "Ffiinnee. Vote."

"Do we get a vote?" Nora asked.

"Of course you do." Jaune grumbled.

"I don't mean to impose," Ren stated, "but, we are minions after all."

Jaune grumbled as he slowly forced himself to sit up, Ruby and Blake deferentially moving to the sides.

"Ren," he said, with a tint of hurt of sorrow, "we've - we've been together since Beacon. We wouldn't be here without each other, how could you?"

Ren held up his hand and Jaune trailed off, "If you could?" he asked, and Jaune simply looked at him, "As we established, we are to be minions, servants, vassals, retainers, whatever term you would prefer to use."

"Nora seems to like minions." Yang stated, causing Ren to let out a subtle smile.

"Yes, she does." he stated.

"I believe he means, Sir," Aurora said to Jaune, "that he believes such matters should be decided by the family."

"Huh?" Jaune asked, "Uh?" he said, as he laid back down. "I hate that he makes a point. Fine, sheep first."

"And?" Nora asked.

"And the llama." Jaune stated, "And whatever facilities we need to raise sheep."

"And a shepherd, obviously." Weiss stated.

"And a shepherd, obviously." Jaune repeated.

"Last on the agenda," Aurora stated, "we should consider adding another hangar or landing pad."

"Assuming we'll be building an extra wall?" Weiss asked.

"Yes, Mistress." Aurora said, causing Weiss to develope a shocked look. "Sir has requested we add a number facilities that would require extensive additions."

"Oh, uh, yes, of course." Weiss stated.

"Considering." Jaune voiced. "If that's the last business, uh... family dismissed."

* * *

"So, tell me?" Winter asked from the pilot seat, "Why has General Ironwood chosen you for this assignment?"

"I was already assigned to aid and support her previous frame." Ciel replied.

"And why were you chosen for that assignment?" Winter asked.

"I'm afraid I do not know, Specialist."

"I'm sure General Ironwood saw something in you." Winter stated.

"I do not know what, Specialist." Ciel replied.

"Maybe you need more faith in his judgement of you?" Winter stated.

* * *

The jury-rigged proximity alarm sounded and Ruby Petal Burst out of bed. Jaune made to sit up but found Blake gently pushing him back to bed. She kissed him on the cheek. "Just leave it to us." she soothingly said to him. He grumbled but laid back down.

* * *

Weiss jumped out the window, followed quickly by Yang. She used a series of Glyphs to catapult Yang up the side of the tower, before catapulting herself as well. The two shot over the side as Winter's airship landed. "Sister!" Weiss gleefully exclaimed as she landed. The airship landed and the rear gangway opened up Weiss catapulted herself over to hug Winter, but had to deflect as Ciel stepped down the gangway. She stood at attention and saluted. Weiss rebalanced herself and walked out. "Hello?" she asked.

Ruby Petal Burst onto the roof in her underwear before Petal Bursting back inside, passed Blake, also in her underwear who was flattened against the outer wall of the guardhouse. "Ciel?!" Ruby asked from inside the guardhouse.

"Cadet Ciel Soleil!" Ciel replied.

"What's a cadet?" Yang asked.

Weiss then turned to her, "Those at Atlas Academy wishing to joining the ASOC unit."

"They are given additional military training." Winter stated as she reached the bottom of the gangway.

"Okay?!" Ruby shouted from inside the guardhouse, "But, we're not like, military here."

"Not in the slightest." Winter said with a slight light blue flush.

"Your visit was... unexpected?" Weiss asked, "How are you doing, Sister?"

"General Ironwood has classified all information about this location as Top Secret." Winter replied, "All flight logs and communication reports, along with providing encrypted communications protocols, allowing you to hide your location."

"Yes, well," Weiss replied, "after what happened, that seems sensible."

"And I am doing well, sister." Winter said with a slight smile.

"And, uh, Sunshine?" Yang asked.

"Cadet Soleil." Ciel stated, still at attention.

"Yes, well," Weiss said to her, "Yang is fond of nicknames." She then offered Ciel her hand. "Weiss Schnee."

"It is an honour to meet you, Huntress." Ciel said, as she reached forward to shake Weiss' hand.

"Now, just so you know, we are not military here, and Jaune-dear is not fond of ceremony."

"Is he in charge?" Ciel asked, causing Yang to snicker, along with Ruby from inside the guardhouse.

"Pater familias." Winter stated, "And older practice that makes sense in this context."

"And this context is?" Ciel asked, "If you don't mind my asking."

"Five-way." Yang said.

"Five-way what?" Ciel asked.

"They..." Winter said and paused.

"We have an alternate lifestyle." Weiss stated, and then turned to Winter, "Is she your understudy?"

"She's Penny's friend!" Ruby shouted from inside the guardhouse.

"I was on her team, until her demise." Ciel stated, "General Ironwood has asked me to assist her however I am able." Ciel stated.

"Sorry!" Ruby shouted, "She's Penny's Weiss."

This caused Yang to start snickering.

"I do not believe she meant it that way." Weiss added. "And our relationship has improved dramatically." This cause Yang to keel over with laughter. "Yes, well, Ciel?" she asked.

"Cadet Soleil." Ciel stated.

"Ciel?" Penthesilea asked, as she landed on the tower roof.

"Ms. Polendina." Ciel said to her.

"I am afraid my friends are not so fond of formality." Penthesilea stated.

Ciel then saluted her. "General Ironwood has asked that I assist you."

"Yeah?" Yang asked, "General Ironbutt doesn't get to order us around, here."

"He explicitly stated it was a request, and if I refused it would not affect my graduation at Atlas Academy."

"Uh... huh?" Yang asked.

"And his name is General Ironwood." Ciel neutrally stated.

"My mistake." Yang said, trying to hide her smile.

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lemonlushff-iy · 4 years

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I like the flashback idea showing people congratulating Kagome while she's still mourning. In this day and age being ghosted is so common for a certain age group that sympathizing with Inu is easy. Showing how Kagome's time to mourn, like reminiscing about her late grandpa at the park but getting interrupted by a busybody asking about wedding venues, would show everyone was driving her insane and resentful so leaving was understandable

Well...

...I think it's time you all know something.

I don't do flashbacks per se. It's just not my thing. AHA doesn't count because that's not what they are either.

That said...

I'm working on this whenever the need arises. Aka I get dark again. I swear OLR is my therapy sometimes...

Only cheaper.

Kagome’s fingers danced over the fishing poles hanging lifelessly in their storage shed. A fine sheen of dust-covered them when there shouldn’t have been. They should be clean. Ready to be used. Packed in the back of her father’s truck with a bait and a cooler filled with sandwiches and their favorite snacks.

Instead, here they stood.

Mocking her.

Rubbing the salt into the still open and bleeding wound.

“Kagome?”

She turned around to look at the entrance of the storage shed and was greeted by the concerned face of her boyfriend.

“Inuyasha,” she smiled weakly. “What are you doing here?”

“Need an excuse to see my girl,” he shrugged casually.

No.

But he still had one.

“I’m fine, Inuyasha,” she replied, turning away from him, back to the fishing poles.

He didn’t respond for a moment, but she could still feel his eyes on her. Watching her. Watching her look at the poles. Judging her for coming here.

“Is there something you needed, Inuyasha?” she demanded, crossing her arms under her breasts, and he took a step back.

“N-no! I just…” he sighed and looked away from her, shoving his hands into his pockets as he looked down to the ground. She should be nicer to him. She knew that in the back of her mind. She knew deep down on the inside that she wasn’t being fair to him.

The problem was it hurt too much to care.

This was the weekend of her annual father-daughter fishing trip, and...Now…

Now there was no trip, because there was no father.

She felt her heart in her throat again as she wiped her hands across her cheeks, trying to keep the tears at bay. That was the last thing she needed. Inuyasha smelling them and trying to fix things that couldn’t be fucking fixed. He couldn’t bring her father back. No one could.

“Hey! I have an idea,” he began hopefully. “Why don’t we go on that fishing trip anyways? In his memory! He’d want you to go have some fun!”

Go on a trip? In his memory?

“Yeah, great idea Yash,” she replied dryly, pushing past him as she left the shed.

She didn’t want to go with her boyfriend. She wanted to go with her father. God! Why was that so hard to understand! You couldn’t just replace him like that! Inuyasha wasn’t going to be a substitute for him!

“Wait, Kags,” he called following after her, his ears pinned down to his head. “I’m sorry...I didn’t mean to upset ya...I just thought…”

“You thought wrong,” she snapped. “I don’t want to go on a fishing trip with you, Inuyasha. I don’t want to go on a fishing trip with anyone.”

She watched him inhale deeply before slowly exhaling, and he nodded his head.

“Ok, no fishing trip. Is there something ya do want to do?”

Curl up into a ball and cry? Did that count? Get as far away from him as possible? Fuck, she couldn’t take it! She couldn’t take the way he was looking at her right now! The pity...the sorry...the worry…

She didn’t need it. She didn’t want it.

“Nothing, Yash. I don’t want to do anything right now.”

She turned away from him and went back to the house, feeling him follow after her as she stomped her way up to her room. She could practically hear the wheels turning in his head as he tried to figure out how to change her mood. But that was the thing. There wasn’t anything he could do. She just...Was it so hard to just leave her alone for a minute? Give her a fucking second of peace and quiet away from his puppy dog eyes?

She knew that he was hurting too. He loved her father as much as she did, but she couldn’t take it. She could take the looks anymore. The concern. The “I’m so sorry for your loss…”

Yeah?

Well so was she.

She toed off her shoes and collapsed into her bed, on her side, listlessly looking out to the side as he nervously opened her bedroom door.

“Kags…” he breathed, and she rolled over to look away from him.

“Just leave me alone, Inuyasha.”

He didn’t move for a second...But when he finally did, he came over to her bed and sat down on the edge. He brushed her hair out of her face and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead.

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greekowl87 · 4 years

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How about #8 on the dialogue prompts?

A/N: You never specified which #8 from that prompt list you wanted so I picked all of them :) Hope you enjoy it. P.S. No beta. Tagging @monikafilefan @suitablyaggrieved @baronessblixen @today-in-fic @improlificinsarcasm

“#8.” No specification: “What are you talking about? You’re the only face with a view around here.” / We can’t do this.. anymore...you deserve someone better than me.” / “Stop biting your lip, you know that drives me crazy.” / “What are you wearing? you look like a llama ohh wait or is it an alpaca?”

Mulder’s back was turned to her as she sat on his bed. Somewhere off in the distance, Scully heard a rumble of thunder. Then there was a bolt of lightning. The rain started...first like one pebble against the window, then another, then a whole slew of them. Mulder grunted in his sleep. Scully licked her lips and adjusted the blanket around him.

He still smelled like fire, ash, and lost hopes. Scully sighed and went to his bedroom window and watched the storm intensify like the one in her heart. She shivered; her gray sweater failing to keep the chilliness of his old Alexandria apartment at bay. Assuming he would not mind, she took a hooded Knick’s sweatshirt that hung on the back of his door. She glanced over her shoulder and wandered out into the living room.

Scully watched the storm continue from his desk in the light of the fish tank. Her watch read 1:00 am but felt like she had been awake for days. Her hazy mind swirled with the recent events...their work up in flames, clutching a numb Mulder to her, trying to coax him to get some sleep, staying with him. Then there was the matter of Diana Fowley. She tried not to let her mind go there.

Fowley helped Mulder find the x-files; Scully helped destroy them.

Gently, she probed the back of her neck, feeling the slightly raised scar that she implanted months ago. The miraculous cure that saved her from her cancer and that Mulder had saved her, almost losing himself in the process. Where did that leave them now? She began the year sick and dying of cancer, caused by her abduction, found a daughter that died that she never knew she had, all to lose it.

She hugged the worn sweatshirt around her. It smelled like him and made her remember the nights he would stay with her during the course of her cancer. She closed her eyes at the memory. She felt so confused, but after her cancer had been cured, she had some idea of where it could be headed...what they could be. But the maelstrom appeared in the siren Diana Fowley and had run their ship off course. Again.

The storm raged and Scully sighed.

She could just as easily leave...go home, leave him to his misery. He probably saw her as the destroyer of worlds and all that he believed. Scully winced, recalling seeing how Mulder so cozily held Fowley’s hand. There was history; of that she was certain. She had her evidence: Frohike’s chickadee reference, that fucking holding of hands, the way she caught Fowley looking at Mulder, and Gibson’s own warnings to her. You don’t care what others think about you but you care what she thinks.

“Scully?”

Mulder’s muffled voice came from the closed bedroom.

“Scully?”

He was becoming more panicked.

“In here, Mulder.”

She buried her face into the oversized sweatshirt, inhaling deeply. She tried to draw some strength and some better memories. She heard him getting up, shuffling around. The bedroom door creaked open and he ruffled his hair. “What time is it?”

“A little after one,” she whispered. She didn’t break her gaze from the storm raging outside. “I thought you were asleep.”

“I can’t...I don’t know how I even how to sleep for those few hours.”

“Exhaustion,” she said.

The lightning lit up the night sky. “What are you wearing? You look like a llama, ohh wait, or is it an alpaca?” He joked.

She didn’t look at him. “It is a sweatshirt of yours. I hope you don’t mind. I was cold.”

“It’s fine. Are you hungry? I can make something.”

“I’m fine, Mulder.”

She chewed on her lip thoughtfully, lost in her own thoughts. He was still tired, exhausted. “Stop biting your lip, you know it drives me crazy,” he tried to jest again.

“I’m sure,” she whispered dryly. “Mulder, I’m not really in the mood right now.”

“You’re still here. That says something.”

“I guess.” She shrugged. “I can go if you want me to.”

“No,” he said immediately. He put his hand on her shoulder and she jumped slightly. The move did not go unnoticed. “Stay, Scully? You can take the bed if you want.”

“I’m fine, Mulder.”

“What is it? What’s bothering you?”

“Aside from the fact we’ve lost the x-files, all of our work is up in flames, and I never discover what actually happened to me and we may not ever find your sister? I’m peachy.” Scully could feel his eyes glaring at her at the base of her skull, somehow able to look at the chip even in the dark. “I can still go, Mulder. Perhaps there is someone else...you’d prefer.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean, Scully?” She felt tears in her eyes. Dear God, what was wrong with her? She shook her head silently. “Scully, talk to me. Is the loss of the x-files? Our work? I won’t know unless you tell me.”

Again, she shook her head.

“I saw you. In the hallway with her.”

“Who?”

“I’m sorry. I’ve said too much. I should go. You probably want to be alone with your thoughts.” She moved to take off the offending shirt to give it back, but he stopped her. “Mulder, let me go.”

“No. Not until you tell me. We’re partners.”

“For how long?” Scully snapped. “They’re taking away the x-files from us. They’re going to separate us up! Again. She may have been with you to find the x-files but I’m certainly the one to destroy them.”

Mulder arched an eyebrow. “You mean Diana?”

“I really should be going.”

“Scully, stop.” She’s already lost in her thoughts and Mulder realized the weight of loss affecting her too. “Scully!”

“I’m a jinx, right? I should’ve done more.”

He abruptly ignores her and pulls her into a tight hug. She fights him, trying to push away. “Scully, stop.” He was taller and stronger than her. “Scully, stop! Listen to me!” The pieces were coming together. “You saw her holding my hand.”

She stopped dejectedly and nodded.

“And you think I’d prefer to have her than you?”

Again, another weak nod.

Mulder had never known her to be so insecure, so emotionally raw than at this moment. He massaged her shoulders gently as she kept her head down. “We’re both hurting, Scully.”

She couldn’t handle it anymore. “Who is she to you, Mulder?”

“She ain’t no Scully if that is what you’re asking.”

“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”

“What do you think?” He tipped her head up so she looked at him. “What are you talking about? You’re the only face with a view around here.” She smiled slightly and he gently thumbed away the stray tear. “You’re my partner. No one is splitting us up again.”

She nodded.

“Stay, Scully. Do you want to know who she is? I’ll tell you.”

Mulder guided her to the couch. “Let me grab us something to drink. It’s a rather painful story for me to tell.”

She didn’t resist him. Scully leaned back in the darkness on the well worn green leather couch. The storm continued to rage outside. She heard him shuffling around in the kitchen when he came back with two shot glasses and a half bottle of tequila. He poured them each a shot and gave her one.

“What are we drinking to?”

“You and me.” He told her simply. “We’re still here and we’ll find a way back again. And like I told you after Puerto Rico; I still have you.”

“Mulder: the eternal optimist. That doesn’t sound like you.”

They both took the shot. Scully grimaced as the fiery liquid burned down her throat. Mulder set his glass on his coffee table. He sighed, trying to figure out where to begin. “It is true, Diana helped me find the x-files back in ‘91. But there was more to it. It was a brief and torrid affair as the Victorians would call it. I got drunk...proposed. Three months later, she was gone and a divorce.” It came out in a long breath and Scully was silent. “It was the first time, in years...decades someone had actually cared about me or so I thought.”

Scully leaned forward to pour herself another drink. She pulled it back and could feel bile rising up in her throat. “She was your wife?”

“Briefly,” he murmured in thought. “I was naive. I wanted things to change. So I proposed. Worst mistake of my life. She gave me divorce papers and left for Europe. I haven’t seen or heard from her in years until last week.”

“Ex-wife, huh?”

He nodded. “She grabbed my hand, not the other way around. I...I don’t know what to think anymore.”

Mulder was quiet and watched her reaction. “Do you still love her?”

“Is there some fondness of what once was, could have been? A bit. But do I love her? Not anymore.” He gazed Scully fondly. “She did not come into my office five years ago and stubbornly defend me and our work. She did not cover my ass more times than I can count. She did not shot me to save me from myself. She’s not the one that I’m in love with.”

Scully had been staring fixedly at the dim bottle of tequila before his last words hit her. “What?” Her eyes met his. “What did you say?”

“You heard me.”

“I think I did but I am uncertain.”

“I’m not in love with Diana Fowley. Maybe at one time, long ago, but not anymore.” He leaned forward to cup her cheek “You know exactly what I meant, Scully.”

“We can’t…”

“We can.” The thunder crackled again and lightning lit the room. She briefly saw his eyes and she froze. Something overtook her and she leaned forward. “We’re okay, Scully.”

“Will we be?”

He nodded. Mulder caressed her cheek and gently teased her with his own lips. She responded instantly. He lunged backward with her. Scully did not know what new spirit possessed her. She carefully straddled his hips, trying not to lose her balance on the couch. She bit his lip teasingly, her own tongue delving deeper. Mulder’s arms snaked up under her shirt, grazing her bareback. “I’m not going to lose you again,” he vowed between breaths. “I’m not going to lose you ever again. I can’t.”

Scully took off his shirt in one sweeping motion. “You’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” he promised. Her nails scratched lightly against his chest giving him goosebumps. Mulder stopped her suddenly in a sudden moment of clarity. “Scully, what are we doing?”

She stopped, becoming self-conscious. “What do you mean? Mulder, don’t do this to me.” His blank stare was all she needed. She got off him and dropped his sweatshirt. “I’m going to go home. I’ll um, see you later okay?”

Before he could utter another word, she had disappeared into the night. The storm still raged outside. He lowered his eyes and collapsed against his leather couch. He lost his work, their office, and now, he could feel himself losing her again...just like he lost Diana. Maybe he really was meant to be alone.

Scully rode the elevator down to the ground floor and she could feel tears in her eyes. At the door separating her from the lobby of the apartment and the storm outside, she felt something building in her. Anger, frustration, sadness, and longing. She shook her head. She remembered how her mother told her how Mulder never stopped looking for her during her abduction. The quick, loving gazes he would give her that he thought she wouldn’t see. And she made a decision.

On her heel, Scully turned to go back to the elevator and go back up the stairs. As soon as she stepped off the elevator and the door closed behind her, a large rumble thunder crashed overhead and then there was darkness.

“Great,” Scully murmured, staring at the one emergency light down at the end of the hall. Had that happened earlier, she would have been stuck on that elevator. “Just great.”

She walked quickly to Mulder’s door and twisted the knob and shut it behind her. Darkness eschewed his apartment. With practiced ease, she locked his door. “Mulder,” she called.

“In here, Scully.” He was in the living room. A single candle was lit on the coffee table and his eyes were red. “I, um, what are you doing here?”

“First things first, Mulder. Do you have any other candles?”

“Kitchen,” he answered, “beneath the sink.”

Scully grabbed the candle he had lit and procured three others. Mulder made no effort to move. She placed them strategically throughout his living room so there was enough light so that neither one of them could hide.

“Carefully, Scully, we’ve already had one office go up in flames tonight.”

“Ill place humor, Mulder.” She sat next to him on the couch. “I came back.”

“Why did you?” His voice was barely above a whisper. “Scully?”

“Because my place is here. With you,” she answered evenly. She gazed outside his window as lightning lit up the sky. “Do you remember our first case? In Oregon?”

He chuckled. “The bug bites, no power, and I decided to take the biggest risk in my life. I decided to trust you.”

“Funny how things come full circle, huh?”

He grunted in amusement. “You still have my sweatshirt on, Scully.”

“And you’re not getting back.”

“But you’re here.”

“I’m here.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Why? I’m not.”

“Then why did you run?”

“But I came back.”

“You came back,” he whispered. In the dim light, he took her hand and held it tightly. “Where do we go from here, Scully?”

“I don’t know. Maybe now tonight...wasn’t the right time for that. We’re both hurting, Mulder.”

“Are you saying no altogether?”

“No,” she whispered. She looked down at their hands. “I’ve wanted it for a very long time. But tonight, Mulder, we’re mourning. Maybe tomorrow? Maybe next week? Right now, I just don’t want to be alone, and I think, neither do you.”

“You have? Wanted it that is?”

Scully chuckled. “Yes, very much so.”

“I have to.”

She smiled. “Do you mind if I spend the night here? I don’t think either one of us wants to be alone tonight.”

Mulder met her eyes in the candlelight. “Will holding you suffice for tonight? Cuddling?” The word sounded foreign on his tongue. “Scully?”

“I would like that. And Mulder, I’m not like her...Fowley. I understand you both have history, but I’m not like her. I won’t abandon you or our work.”

Mulder shuffled on the green leather couch, bring Scully with him. Like perfect puzzle pieces, the lay together. Scully was protected between the back of the couch and Mulder. He sighed in relief as if he finally found what he had been searching for all his life. She pulled the Aztec blanket from the back of the couch around them. “Scully, I know this sounds bad, but I am glad you are here with me right now.”

His hand lazily pushed back her red locks as she nuzzled his shoulder, taking in his scent, and trying to memorize every aspect of this moment. She hugged him. “There is nowhere else I would rather be.”

Mulder smiled and watched the candlelit dance with their shadows. “Tomorrow?”

“We get back up and maybe lay down in Georgetown?” The suggestiveness was heavy in her voice. “Change of scenery?”

Mulder smiled and kissed the top of her head. “I’d like that.”

The storm continued to rage outside but in the darkness of the Alexandria apartment, Mulder and Scully, holding tight to each other, knew they were going to be okay.

#prompt #asked and answered #xfiles #xf fic #txf fic #angst #fluff #msr #msr fic #mulder #scully #mulder and scully

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Smut Prompt Request 99

99. “I know they’re just stuffed animals but doesn’t it feel weird? its like they’re watching us.”

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Warnings: recording sexual acts

Features: cockwarming, nipple sucking, kissing, thrusting, unprotected sex, shy reader

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“I know they’re just stuffed animals but doesn’t it feel weird? its like they’re watching us.” I said as I looked to my left and saw a small pile of stuffed animals that Johnny usually kept at the corner of his bed.

He snorted and continued scrolling on his phone. "Babe, seriously?" He adjusted his head on my chest and folded his left hand in mine.

"Don't give me that tone! It's just the beady little eyes. Like empty voids trying to steal my soul."

He perked up and hovered above me, an annoyed look on his face. "You're so weird, I swear."

I kissed him swiftly then smushed his face away. "I'm not the 24 year old sleeping with stuffed animals!"

"That's a fucking lie but ok. Whatever makes you happy. I'll tell that to your purple llama plush next time i'm over at your place."

My eyes narrowed as I glared at him. "Shut up."

"Yeah, don't like it now, do ya?" He dropped his phone for a moment to grab my waist and pull me close. His lips sprinkled kisses all over my nose, cheeks, and lips, making me giggle as I tried to stop him. He began tickling me and I couldn't help but squirm away. However, my movement cause him to nudge his hips against mine and I had to bite down on my lip quickly to suppress a moan.

It had been his idea to lay together in his bed, which was nothing out of the ordinary for us, except this time he discarded my shorts and busied himself with teasing me. Sucking on his fingers provided wetness for him to slide through my folds and add extra stimulation when he rubbed tiny circles into my clit. A finger or two came next to work me open, coupled with a few sloppy kisses that made our lips slightly swollen.

He humped against my backside like a dog to which I made fun of him until I felt how hard he was getting from the friction. He tossed off his own sleep shorts and kept me spooned against his body, lifting a leg up so he could rub his shaft against me. I closed my eyes and sighed softly when the tip of his cock poked against my entrance. I never knew why I always seemed too small for him. It's not like I wasn't used to his girth, just that every time he filled me my body treated it like a new experience and trapped him like a vice. He loved that snug feeling; he had told me so on many occasions when sweat dripped down the sides of his face and his thrusting became erratic with the threat of release.

When he gave me time to adjust after he pushed himself all the way in, he decided to switch positions and laid on top of me instead. I wasn't expecting him to cuddle my chest or sigh dreamily. He didn't even move save to get his phone and browse through whatever social media app caught his attention. He stayed inside me, warm and protected, cozy and docile, while I petted his hair back and kissed his forehead. Lately, he had succumbed to the fad of cockwarming and to be quite honest it was so wholesome and intimate that I felt like it brought us closer together. He was adorable when all he wanted to do was cuddle and bury himself inside me and many a times we would fall asleep like that.

Now, with his sudden movement, the tip of his cock grazed against a particularly sensitive spot deep within me. My skin turned rosy at the feeling and I could see the evil smirk on his face already. "Hmm? I can't hear you babe. What did you say?"

I slapped his chest and rolled my eyes. "Be quiet! You're not supposed to move. You’re just supposed to stay in there!"

"But what if I move just a little bit?" He slowly dragged himself out only to push back in, gently yet full of pleasure promises. I covered my mouth with the back of my hand and closed my eyes to avoid how gorgeous and tempting he looked. "I should get that pretty little face of yours on camera. Then I could watch it any time I want and tease the fuck out of you."

I gasped when he jerked his hips again which made my thighs almost snap shut. "Don't you dare, Johnny!"

"Whaaaatt? It's not like we haven't done it before. Remember the little movie we made during our vacation? You loved being in the starring role."

I hated when he teased me and the biggest pout dawned on my lips. "Get out. You don't get anymore nice warm time. You don't deserve it." He grabbed his phone and held the camera above my face. I heard the little ping of the recording beginning and tried to slap his hands away. "Johnny, I swear!"

He held both my wrists in his large hand and angled the view towards my helpless face. "Be a good girl for me, yeah?" Another deep thrust and I was silenced, giving up on my plans to toss his phone against the wall and instead zeroing in on the way every ridge and vein on his shaft glided against me. I could hear the wetness between us, growing louder as he continued to pump into me. I cracked open an eye and saw that he had now directed the camera at the junction between us, capturing his thrusts and the muted moans he let out in short bursts.

I swallowed hard when he licked his lips as he watched us through the phone and in real time. "You're a pervert." I whimpered.

He chuckled deeply. I hated the bass in his voice as it made my body shiver. “Well, I’m not arguing with you there.” A soft breath shuddered his body and his concentration increased meaning I would be stuck succumbing to his teasing and videography. He leaned back onto his calves and pushed my legs wider apart. From there he slid his hand up my hip to my stomach then to my shirt that had ridden up to below my chest when we were moving around. He moved it over the swell of my breasts, exposing them for the camera. I quickly cover my face, the angle of my arms shoving my breasts together unintentionally.

Johnny let out a low whistle. “Looking good, babe”

I tried kicking him but he centered all of his weight on top of me. i felt kisses at the bottom of my ribcage working their way up to cross over my nipple. I couldn’t help the sigh i exhaled as his full lips cupped around the pert bud and drew it into his mouth. I dug my fingers into his silky hair and kept him close as I whimpered his name. He smiled into my skin, pulling away just enough to lap at the sensitive area. Glancing to the side I noticed him turning the front facing camera view towards us. He was mumbling into my skin about how good i was making him feel already and how badly he wanted to cum inside me, while i was still trying to hide. In a desperate attempt I grabbed a teddy bear from the pile and pressed it over my face.

Johnny laughed again as he watched me be an embarrassed fool. “Why so shy, hm? And why’d you have to pick Sir Lancelot of all the plushies?”

“Because you’re embarrassing me! I bet I look terrible! We’ve been in bed all day!”

“That’s what you’re worried about? Looking cute?”

I lowered the bear a little so i could peek up at him. “Well...i mean if you’re going to watch it again later I want to at least look nice.”

“Actually i’m kind of into you holding onto my bear all innocent like when we both know you’re a devil on the inside.”

“That’s not true!” I nibbled at the bear’s ear and batted my lashes. “I promise i’m a good girl.”

He licked his lips and adjusted the camera view again before commanding me to lay on my stomach with my ass up in the air. “Now there’s my little porn star. Let’s get on with the show, shall we?”

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