#what if they stuck around for a little longer. what if
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member — junhui x f reader
genre — smut, a little humor, college au
word count — 2.6k
synopsis — everybody on campus knows that jun and his innocent little girlfriend are too shy for pda... or are they?
warnings — description of female anatomy, semi-public sex (private room in a library), oral (m receiving), messy blowjob, throat fucking, cum in mouth, kinda mean hard dom!jun, degradation, name calling (slut, bitch), reader wears a skirt, brief cameo from hoshi & chan as their group project partners hehe
notes — requested by @jaemlonfz — this was very fun to write lmao! thanks to my lovely @onlymingyus for reading over for me. this was a bit crazier than what i normally write but i always write fluffy sex so it was fun to return to the wild stuff for once. if you enjoyed this please let me know in a reblog or an ask! :)
“so, just finish your guys’ section of the slides and text the group chat when you’re done, ‘kay?”
jun smiles at chan and you nod, hunched over the table writing notes in your planner.
“great… i think we're done here, then.” soonyoung grins, leaning back in his chair to stretch. “you guys got any fun plans for the weekend?”
jun looks at his watch, then glances at you. “yeah… not really. we actually gotta head out,” he says with a sigh. “reserved one of the rooms upstairs to study for our calc final on monday.”
you hum, giving the other two a pained look, as if you wish you could stay longer.
“man, that sucks.”
chan nods in agreement with him. “yeah. well, good luck. see you guys tuesday?”
you nod and turn to leave with jun trailing behind you, waving over your shoulder as you both head towards the elevator.
“y’know, i thought this would be a lot worse,” soonyoung says after the doors shut and you and jun disappear inside, shoving a folder full of loose papers into his bag. “i thought they’d be, like, more into pda.”
chan shakes his head as he closes his laptop. “nah, they’re too shy. everybody knows they’ve been dating forever, but i don’t think i’ve ever seen them do more than hold hands. they’d probably explode if they even thought about anything else.”
“yeah, you’re right.” soonyoung shrugs and slings his backpack over his shoulder.
chan stands up, swiping his hand across the table to brush away the eraser shavings from their study session with a sigh. “i’m just glad the semester’s almost over and we don’t have to worry about this anymore.”
“ugh, i know. we could’ve gotten stuck with jihoon the perfectionist,” soonyoung grumbles.
“or jeonghan… i don’t think i’ve seen him come to class once after the first day.”
“she said attendance was optional though, i don’t blame him.”
chan pushes his chair in. “anyway… hey, speaking of jeonghan, are you going to sig pi’s party tonight? heard he was gonna bring the keg.”
“hell yeah.” he gestures to his backpack as they walk out the library entrance. “it’s friday, i’m gonna ignore this all weekend and do it all the night before."
chan laughs. “same. but i'm sure the other two will have theirs done by the end of the day.”
“mm, harder, jun— fuck!”
you whine as jun slams his hips into you, your back pressed against the whiteboard on the wall and your leg wrapped around his waist. he groans and buries his head in your chest, scraping his teeth over your skin where your breasts spill out of your tank top.
“dirty little slut,” he rasps, voice low and rough as his hands tighten around your hips for leverage. “so needy, you can’t go ten fucking minutes without having my cock inside you, hm? wanted me to fuck you right there on the table, in front of everybody in the library? in front of chan and soonyoung?”
you whimper and squeeze his bicep, remembering from just minutes ago when he'd buried his fingers in your aching pussy as soon as the elevator doors clicked shut, pressing your lips messily against his in a pathetic clash of tongues and teeth.
you already knew today wasn't going to be a very productive day as soon as you felt his hand on your thigh under the table. to anyone else you just looked studious and focused on the group project. you weren't known for being especially outgoing, so no one batted an eye when you barely spoke more than a few words the entire meeting.
but only jun knew how unceremoniously quiet you were being today, keeping your mouth firmly shut and struggling not to let out a whiny moan as his fingers smoothed over your soft skin, inching higher up beneath your skirt. only jun could feel the burning warmth radiating between your legs, tracing his fingers gently, teasingly, over your pussy.
it took mere minutes before your panties were soaked through completely, and you finally had to kick jun's leg under the table and get him to make some excuse to get you both out of there. it wasn't technically a lie; he really did have a study room reserved and you really did have calculus homework to review before your final, but it wasn't as urgent as he had made it seem to your group partners.
what was urgent, on the other hand, was your throbbing pussy and how desperately you needed him. but luckily for you he was equally as desperate and immediately gave you what you needed as soon as you'd locked yourselves in the reserved room.
with every snap of his hips his glasses slip further and further down his nose, little beads of sweat trickling down his temple from the force.
his hands slide down your sides and settle below your ass, and before you know it suddenly your back isn't against the wall anymore and he's lifting you up, dropping you on the rectangular wooden table behind you. you yelp and wrap your arms around his neck for balance, but he doesn't seem to notice or care as he grips the backs of your thighs, his cock still nestled inside you as he turns around and sets you down in one fluid motion.
he not-so-gently lays your back against the table, his hands on your hips keeping you flush against him and wrapping your legs around his waist. once he's satisfied with the change he leans over you and cups your cheek with one hand, pulling you into him to meet your lips in a sloppy, heated kiss.
he starts to pick up the pace again, slowly pulling his hips back before pushing into you, building up each thrust harder, deeper, rougher. your back slides against the smooth surface of the table but his hand on your jaw keeps your head from moving too much, making sure your gaze is fixed on him and only him.
“you wanna cum, angel?” he breathes against your mouth, his lips hot and slick with saliva as your walls squeeze tighter around him. “have you earned it?”
you whimper and try to lean your head back but his grip is firm, not letting you move.
he lets out a low noise like a growl that seems almost disappointed, but you know he's enjoying this just as much as you are. “eyes on me, sweetheart. don't make me ask again.”
“p-please,” you gasp, and he rewards your answer with a pointed thrust. “please, jun, so c-close—”
he grins and swoops down to cut you off with a kiss, clearly pleased.
“cum all over this fucking table like the needy little bitch you are.”
you gasp and clench around him with another moan, nails digging into his back as you feel yourself beginning to crest over the edge.
your eyelids flutter and your head lolls back but jun doesn't comment on it, never faltering his pace and letting you ride out the waves. he's all bark and no bite, and as soon as you give the indication that you're cumming it's like a switch is flipped in his brain and all he can think about is how to make it better, stronger, more intense and pleasurable for you.
his hand shifts to the back of your head, his fingers gently digging into your scalp to support your neck as he keeps you propped up against the table. he revels in the way your body trembles for him, because of him, your lips gone slack against his mouth and unable to even return his kisses as he continues to slam his cock into you.
his thrusts start to grow shallower as you tighten around him until he's forced to bring himself to a stop. you let out a whimper as he lays you gently down flat against the table, giving you a second to rest though his cock stays buried inside you, still hard and throbbing.
the reprieve doesn't last long though, because as soon as you've recovered enough to lift yourself back up onto your elbows he pulls you closer with a barely audible groan of your name. he kisses you greedily, swallowing your moans and replacing them with some of his own, his hand on the back of your neck keeping you pressed against him as he hovers over you.
he breaks away for air, his breathing labored and his lips swollen from kissing you so hard. he finally pulls out of you and you let out a low whine at the loss, your thighs trembling as he steps backwards.
with a gentle but firm hand he pulls you onto the floor, dropping you onto your knees. he pulls out one of the chairs from the table and sinks down into it, leaning back against the back of the chair and spreading his legs wide.
before he even has to ask you crawl across the floor over to him, kneeling between his legs with a whimper. he lets out a breathy laugh, sighing as he pats his thigh for you to come closer.
“you got yours, sweetheart, now return the favor.” he glances down at you and the look in his eyes sends a shiver down your spine, the corner of his mouth turned up in an expectant smirk. “you want me to cum in your mouth or in your pussy?”
you hum but don't even bother with a reply, both of you already knowing what you'll pick. you settle on the floor, placing your hands on his thighs and sliding up his legs. with a sigh he weaves his fingers into your hair encouragingly.
you wrap your lips around his tip and immediately moan at the familiar feeling of the weight on your tongue. you slowly take him deeper until you gag, tears already beginning to form in your eyes before you pull off of him teasingly. you open your mouth wider and run your tongue along the veins on the underside of his cock, taking your time to let your saliva coat his length. you can still taste yourself on him, the salty bitterness of your juices from when you came around him earlier.
you guide him back into your mouth and start to bob your head, letting out a whine the deeper you take him. spit leaks from the corners of your mouth, dripping down his shaft and pooling at the base of his cock.
you can barely fit half his length down your throat, but still you move your head up and down so enthusiastically, your hands twisting and jerking the area where your lips can't reach.
if jun wasn't so distracted at how good your mouth feels he might have laughed. his sweet, innocent girlfriend sucking him off in the library, with the most adorable look on your face as you struggle to take his cock, your nose all scrunched up in concentration. your skirt lays fanned out across your lap, stopping short just above your knees as you sit on the floor.
you swirl your tongue around his tip and lift your eyes to meet his, warmth flooding your chest when you see how truly fucked-out his expression is. you move your hands, trailing your fingers down to cup his balls as you press your other hand flat against his stomach for leverage.
the noises coming out of your mouth are almost enough to convince him that you're getting off on this more than he is, if he couldn't feel it getting harder and harder to hold off his own orgasm. he slows down for just a second to wipe away a tear with his thumb before he grabs your hands and places them on his thighs.
“you know what to do, angel,” jun groans softly and you look up at him and nod, tapping your fingers against his leg.
once you've given the signal he works his fingers into your hair and pulls you down hard, grabbing the back of your head and fucking your throat without mercy.
you let out a muffled gasp in surprise but quickly become accustomed to his rough thrusts. you struggle to relax your jaw, moaning and drooling around his cock but your whimpering only spurs him on more as he bucks his hips into your mouth.
he groans out continuous praises, his voice suddenly growing hushed as if he's afraid someone might hear, though your combined moans when he was fucking you earlier were by far louder than he is now.
despite jun's incredible stamina you can feel the tension building in his muscles, his thighs strained as he snaps up into your mouth, and you moan around his length to try and get him closer to the edge. tears continue to stream down your face as you hollow your cheeks, even now still trying to take him deeper.
“fuck, baby— so fucking good… just—” he grunts, falling silent for a moment before he releases into your mouth with a long, low whine.
you squeeze jun's thighs to ground yourself as he floods your mouth with cum, feeling his cock jump and twitch against your lips with each rope he pumps onto your tongue.
your jaw aches and your legs are wobbly as jun carefully pulls you to your feet, setting you on his lap with a soft groan. he rubs his palm soothingly over your thigh, slipping just under the hem of your skirt.
he glances at the table, where your panties lie discarded on the floor next to your backpacks. jun wraps one arm around your waist to keep you secure on his lap and leans down to pick them up.
“you need these back, or can i keep them?” he asks as he holds them up in front of you, a hint of mischievousness in his tone but his voice softer now.
you grin and shake your head, and he leans forward to kiss your cheek as he balls them up and shoves them into his cardigan pocket before pulling your tank top back up over your breasts.
“good. now, wanna go home?”
the elevator ride back down to the lobby is decidedly calmer. you let out a whine when jun squeezes a handful of your ass, letting his hand linger on your cheek for just a second too long before the bell dings and the shiny silver doors slide open. you tug your skirt down as far as it'll go as you walk towards the exit, and even though jun's standing behind you and you can't see his face, you know he's wearing the subtlest of smirks.
you breathe a little sigh of relief once you finally get outside of the building and into the spring sunshine, standing in the parking lot waiting next to the passenger side door of jun's car for him to unlock it.
the relief doesn't last long, of course, when jun puts his hand back on your thigh as he pulls the car into reverse and backs out of the lot.
and by the time you get back to his tiny apartment, it doesn't take long for the rest of your clothes to end up on his floor and you bouncing on his lap. the biggest relief isn't your orgasms, or even his: it's the privacy. because now you know you won't be disturbed.
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swimmer!anton x art student!reader | 7.6k words
this fic has a little bit of everything good lord…set in uni, childhood friends to strangers to lovers, pining…very much a slice of life i think…i hope everything isn’t too scattered or hectic
contains: semi public sex, no protection (DON’T BE LIKE THEM)
you didn’t say a word as you watched the movers take all your belongings into your new home. you were like that now, completely silent as your form of rebellion. you had moved far away from everything you knew to come here. your mom was happy, talking about new beginnings and more adventures. you only thought about your going away card and bouquet of flowers you smothered to death on your way here.
you crouched in the driveway, drawing in the dirt with your stick as your mother called to you. you were no longer the sweet child that would come anytime their name was called. you only focused on the dirt and long lines you drew, imagining it was your path back home. you didn’t look up until a shadow was casted over you, and you saw someone foot over the line you drew in the dirt.
you looked up slowly, squinting as you took in the sun above the person looking down at you.
“my mom said i have to come say hi to you.” the boy said quietly.
you looked over to your mom, chatting with a lady while the movers continued to do all the work. you ignored the boy, looking back down at the path back home you etched into the earth.
“you don’t talk?” the boy asked.
you ignored him. you only continued to draw your lines, making your way to his foot. he took a small step backwards, letting you complete your line.
“i don’t like to talk either.” he said.
he crouched beside you silently and grabbed a stick. it was smaller than yours but still did the same. he started drawing shapes in the sand next to your lines and winding circles. you looked to him again, to see that he was focused on playing in the dirt the same way you were. you scooted over in the grass, leaving a space open for the boy to come next to you. he caught on immediately, moving from in front of you to be by your side. you two played in the dirt, pushing around the earth to mold it into shapes and lines. your mother’s got along, not noticing their kids getting their clothes dirty until it was too late.
“anton!”
both you and the boy snapped your heads to the voice of anton’s mother. seeing anton respond immediately to his name being called made you do the same. both of you got up from the dirt to walk to your mother’s and both of you were scolded the same, hearing a speech about how expensive clothes were. both of your mother’s were smiling the whole time, seeing their two antisocial and quiet kids get along.
from then on, it was history. you stuck close to anton, trailing behind him in school, quiet and stealthy like a ghost to everyone but him. anton was understanding, becoming your representative anytime someone threw a glance over his shoulder to eye you, like they were confused if you were real or not. each time he would smile and pull you beside him, introducing you as his bestfriend.
you and anton remained close. he was with you when you started speaking for yourself, no longer needing him to be your voice. you were with eachother all throughout school, spending more time with him than you did your family.
the amount of time you spent together through swim and school made him know you better than anyone else. you were by eachothers side through the transition from kids to teens and the growing pains of puberty. you even made it through the trials and tribulations of being friends in highschool, surviving through the countless dating rumors that seemed to arise every week. none of it mattered, anton was there for you and you were there for him. you guys challenged eachothers personal records in swimming and were neck and neck in class. sometimes you were convinced he was the mirror image of you, your platonic soulmate. that’s what comes with the territory of being with someone for nearly twelve hours a day—you end up knowing them better than anyone else.
so it was unfortunate, after all the time you spent together as kids it was college that did you two in. you blamed it on the fact that you and anton both chose different paths in college. he stayed with swimming while you went to the arts. it called to you, the ability to make something with your hands. you never regretted your decision, but you did find yourself thinking about anton often. sometimes your mom would call and ask about him, and you would be forced to pretend like you had actually spoken to him and not just regurgitating rumors you heard on campus. the only truth you told your mom in relation to anton was that you passed by him on the way to class. that’s all you seemed to do, only seeing him in snatches as he walked around campus.
each time you saw anton, something about him was different. he had somehow grown more, and his dedication to swim contoured his muscles and made him broad. he was visibly bigger than all of his friends, your eyes drawn to him each time he came in your vicinity. each time he waved back to you, the two of you reduced to sharing pleasantries while walking in opposite directions. sometimes it felt like it would’ve hurt less to be completely ignored, but you knew that wasn’t anton’s style. within his friend group he was the social butterfly, once he was able to get past his introverted nature he became the glue of his group, bringing all of them together and planning the gatherings. anton was such a social butterfly to the point that everyone seemed to know him, and before you knew it your friend groups began mingling and overlapping.
you were afraid you were going to regress back to the shy girl you were as a child when anton came to you at a gathering. you had practiced this moment, him approaching you and asked what you were up to now. you had your hobbies written down on your hand and your new interests saved to your phone. you had made a playlist of the songs you liked now and a folder filled with art from your class. you wanted to desperately show anton you had grown up too, that you used your hands to hold a brush instead of slicing through water and you smelled like oil paint now instead of chlorine.
“how’ve you been?” anton asked.
he held a barely touched drink in his hand and you had a solo cup filled with soda in yours—neither of you were really fans of drinking.
“i’m good.” when anton nodded you looked around the living room of your mutual friend. everyone was mingling, engaged in conversation except for you too. “i read now.” you said abruptly.
anton smiled, tilting his head at your new hobby.
“what have you been reading?” anton asked.
“oedipus rex.” your grip on the red cup almost bent the plastic around your fingers when anton looked you in your eyes. when you held his eyes for too long you instinctually looked down at your feet, focusing on a crack in the floorboard. “it’s for class, but i like it alot.” you said to the floor.
“hey.” anton reached his hand towards you, making you pull your eyes back up to him. his eyes were warm, his smile lines made you smile too. “that’s cool, really.” anton assured you.
you suddenly felt comfortable, the imaginary tension dissipated like the smoke clouds around you two. you put your hands on your hips ironically and shrugged your shoulders.
“you know, it’s nothing.” anton laughed a little at your reaction, copying your little pose. “i read shakespeare during the weekends.” you joke.
“something light?” anton jokes back.
“you get it.” you say.
for the rest of the night, you and anton caught up. you talked about everything that happened between the last time you saw eachother, laughing at funny stories and eyes going wide when something scandalous was said. no time passed at all between the two of you, you went back to your old routine like it was second nature. you talked in every part of the house, sitting on your friends bed while talking about class then standing in the kitchen when you mentioned life at home. you guys stood by the restroom talking about life and next steps, and ended on the couch while the night was winding down.
even though you didn’t have a single thing to drink that night, you felt dizzy staring at anton. he had his arm on the back of the couch, head leaning against his closed fist as he listened to you so intently. you felt yourself forgetting some words, looking to him to fill in what you were forgetting. you saw his smile grow big as you talked his ear off about art—once he got you started you couldn’t stop. you related your major to swimming, how you get in the zone the same way you used to before starting relays. talking with anton about swim made you realize how much you missed it. you missed the camaraderie with your teammates, how it felt like they were the only ones who understood what it was like to be so dedicated to the water. you ended the conversation on a somber note, but anton looked wistfully at his hands as he recalled his own memories.
“i miss being in swim with you, but i’m happy you’re doing what makes you happy.” anton says.
he puts his hand on your knee and you quickly put your hand on top, enjoying that you have an excuse to touch him. his hand is soft like it always was.
“i appreciate it.” you don’t let go of anton’s hand, squeezing it slightly. “you should come to my class sometime. sometimes we get extra credit on assignments if we bring in live models.” you say.
“you want me to slut myself out so you can get an A for the semester?” anton asks.
you scratch the nape of your neck to hide embarrassment. you recover well, looking at anton jokingly.
“isn’t that what friends do?” you ask.
anton throws his head back to laugh. his hand on your leg squeezes your knee, causing you to move too. both of you laugh for a moment, but you can feel your face heating at the thought of anton posing for your class.
“maybe your next solo assignment.” anton looks forward at the party. a couple flirts in front of you guys on the shag rug, holding a joint to the others lips as they breathe it in. “i don’t know if i can do that in front of your whole class.” anton says, looking back to you.
you turn to look at the couple now, face feeling even hotter at the thought of anton posing just for you. you can’t stop your mind racing. suddenly you are inspired, the dynamic poses you see anton in flashes through your mind as you try to speak. you wondered if anton would be able to stay still as long as you needed him to, if he could keep his lips parted the perfect amount for hours on end. the ideas couldn’t stop flowing—you had to slightly shake your head to refocus.
“it wouldn’t be nude. i’ve seen it all before amyways.” you say casually.
when anton laughs shyly you turn back to him. he has a smirk on his lips, and you can feel your hands get restless. you want to paint his lips and his perfect teeth that show when he smirks. you think that if you were to paint it and show it to anton he would understand why you suddenly feel sheepish looking at him.
“first of all, you haven’t seen it all, you’ve seen my top half. second of all, i’m not that flimsy prepubescent kid anymore. i’m a man.” anton says, posing to show off his muscles.
you have to nod and smile to act like nothing is a big deal. you reach forward and poke his flexed arms for comedic effect. before you can say anything, the host of the party tells everyone it’s time to leave. the lights cut on and anton’s blushing face is revealed to you. when your eyes go wide he draws his hand away from your leg, hiding it behind a stretch.
“before i pose for you though, i’d like to actually see you again.” anton gets up from the couch, and holds out his hand to help you up. you grab it and stand right in front of him, looking at his broad chest. anton’s hands to to your shoulders, and you look up to him. “not just by chance at a gathering but like actually planning something out.” he says.
you nod your head. you find your hands to be restless again, the only way to get them to be still is to stuff them into the small pockets of your jeans.
“you have my number.” you say back.
“anton, let’s go.” you look and see anton’s friends beckon to him from the entryway.
“were you drinking? you’re our DD.” another friend said.
“it’s literally kombucha.” anton shakes his head, and you can see the nonalcoholic text on the label. he faces you as he walks backwards to his friends, pulling out his phone. “i’ll text you.” he says.
anton turned back to his friends before you could say okay. when you walk out with your friends a few minutes later you felt the buzzing in your back pocket, and you open your screen to read the message.
let’s hang out tomorrow
this is anton btw
ever since that night, you started seeing anton everyday. whether it was a quick stop to eachothers dorms in between classes or eating together you were with him everyday. in a weeks time anton gave you the spare key to his dorm, emphasizing that you could crash there whenever you’d like. you had no sense of self preservation and neither did anton—both of you went all in, spending so much time together you started getting the urge to swim again.
although you spent time together like when you were in highschool, there was a different feeling to it. there was a line you two silently set in the dirt when you got to highschool. you two came to the agreement then that friends didn’t hold hands, they sat on opposite sides of the couch, and had crushes on other people. it was upsetting, both of you mourned the loss of innocence and degree of closeness brought by skinship. but you guys were becoming adults, it was time to draw a line in the dirt the same way you did when you were children. sometimes you thought about the line, how it might’ve been the thing that drove you two apart. you two were on opposite sides, heading off in different directions.
but time is a flat circle and you two went around the world to meet at the same line. this time, it was the division in his couch, the line down the middle that separated the two cushions the both of you sat on. a romantic movie played on the television in anton’s dorm, one about two people finding their way back to eachother. you scooted closer to the division in the couch and anton did too, still watching at the movie.
that’s how it was at first, you two getting so close to the line until your thighs touched, but nothing more. you felt the cold sweats all over you body and heat across your cheeks and neck as your mind wandered to all the possibilities. his hand went to your knee first, the same way it did at the gathering. everything was different, the implication of being alone and him touching you made goosebumps spread across your skin. heat came from anton in waves, and you could smell chlorine and his body wash when he settled deeper into the couch, moving his body slightly towards you.
“i really like this movie.” anton said.
you nodded your head, feeling anton squeeze your knee. you tried mimicking him, relaxing further into the couch until you could lean against his body. when your head rested on his shoulder he visibly relaxed, lowering his body more to give you more space. his hand moved from your knee to your thigh, squeezing and rubbing what he could reach. you felt hot all over, trying not to read too much into how anton was holding you.
anton was the one that crossed the line first. he stepped over the line in the dirt when he picked up your legs and moved them over his, coming completely into your space. a tiny sound left your mouth, you were excited, feeling static electricity across your body and inside your mind. you could only put your hands over anton’s as you got used to his touch.
nothing happened that night, nothing seemed to happen when you guys would spend time together. it was grueling and agonizingly slow how you two were working up to being in eachothers space again. anton would hold you in the privacy of his room timidly, touches light as a feather like he was worried you’d flinch away. you were worried you were enjoying it too much, the way he’d look at you sweetly and hesitate when bringing the back of your hand to his lips. anton grabbed your hand while walking you back to your building, fingers lacing with yours casually as he talked about his schedule for tomorrow. the both of you could only speak absentmindedly and nod, too focused on how your hands fit together like puzzle pieces.
even though you didn’t spend as much time with anton as you did when you were in swim, he still took up an unhealthy amount of your mind. the slow and delicate pace you two moved at burned across your skin, leaving your brain frayed at the edges. it was the worst when you were painting. you’d be focused on an object in front of you for a study and your mind would drift to anton. your fingers and your strokes would turn into half assed portraits of the boy you were getting close to again. it became an obsession, you were hiding your unfinished work of anton in the studio space, scared he’d find it if you put it in your room.
just when it got to be too much, it was like the art gods were smiling down on you. your class got assignments to do a human anatomy study. you wrote down your name to rent the studio space to accommodate anton’s schedule that you now had memorized. when leaving class you texted anton, telling him about your upcoming project.
are you going to draw me like one of your french girls?
i’ll try my best.
you didn’t even have to ask anton to be your model. he agreed on the spot, only asking for the time, place, and how many clothes he needed to bring. he showed up to the studio shortly after his class, wearing a matching gray sweatsuit. anton had a duffle slung over his shoulder, and he held on tightly to the strap as he navigated his way around the studio space. he was unbelivably careful, almost tiptoeing around the half done sculptures that littered the floor. droplets from anton’s hair fell on the ground as he walked—he came straight from swim practice, not wasting the time to go back home.
you both hesitated before going in for a hug, making it an awkward embrace. you both knew the implications, and the tension made hairs on the back of your neck raise. anton patted your back twice, pulling away and asking about your day. his voice was sweet and nonchalant, but the blush appearing across anton’s cheeks told you he was nervous. you were the same, refusing to make eye contact as you stared at the zipper on anton’s tracksuit.
his hands rested at his sides when you were done exchanging pleasantries, trying to figure out what was next. you cleared your throat and motioned towards the block in the center of the studio surrounded by a circle of easels.
“just pose there however you’d like.” you pointed to the sheet neatly folded on top of the block. “there’s a sheet to cover yourself up with.” you said.
you walked past the block, weaving through a row of easels until you made it to yours. you focused on your name carved into the wood as anton rolled his shoulders to try and relieve tension. he slid his duffle down his arm first, and you had to stare at the blank canvas in front of you to stop yourself from stealing glances at anton’s body. his curly hair peaked out above the canvas, moving slightly as he got undressed. you focused on the curls when you hear anton but when you heard anton unzip his jacket you went to playing with the charcoal utensils. you had to duck your head when you heard anton’s jacket fall to the ground and him messing with the drawstring on his pants. you count the little paint splotches on the ground over and over again when you see the gray sweats pool at anton’s feet. you watch his feet as he steps out and makes his way towards the block. you hear him bump into an easel, how slow his steps are. you almost pinch your skin when you hear the fabric of the sheet move, hoping that the self inflicted pain will give you something else to focus on.
you refuse to look up until you hear anton’s voice in front of you.
“can you help me?” anton asks.
you realize it was a mistake inviting anton when you finally get the courage to look past the easel and at him. instantly you are bothered, watching anton sit on the block while looking at you hopelessly. anton’s stares right through you as you slowly walk over towards him, causing your palms to feel sweaty. you wipe them on your jeans a million times before you stand in front of anton. from up here you can see overheard lights in the studio reflect in his large brown eyes as he looks up to you.
you make minor adjustments to the sheet that wraps around anton’s body, trying not to focus on his smooth skin that’s exposed or the peak of toned muscle you see. you make the mistake of looking at anton’s abdomen as you move his legs to a more comfortable position. his stomach is chiseled, intense workouts carved anton’s body out of stone. no matter where you touch him he is so soft and so solid underneath your fingertips. you focus on anton’s shoulder, but you can feel him staring directly at your face. you move a piece of hair from anton’s face and travel down. you look at his nose before you can look at him in the eyes.
“looks good now.” you say.
before you can turn away anton’s hands go to your waist. he keeps them there, fingers splayed out but he applies no pressure.
“what looks good?” anton asks.
you shrug quickly, trying not to shiver underneath anton’s look. he presses his fingers into your hips a little harder, and his thumb messes with the bottom of your shirt before slipping under. your hands go to his shoulders as he pulls you closer.
anton’s expression is almost pained when he leans his head back, blinking quickly before he opens them fully. his brown eyes almost look glossy when he focuses back on you. you see your reflection in anton’s eyes he pulls you in a little closer. your hands creep from anton’s shoulders to the nape of his neck. you let one of your hands splay across the back of anton’s neck, rubbing the pads of your fingers against his scalp. he leans his head into your hand with a sigh and a smile on his face. he brings your other hand that rests on his shoulder to his lips, looking directly at you when he kisses your hand.
he doesn’t stop at your knuckles. he works his way up slowly, moving his hand to graze over each kiss. you let him kiss you gently, and you let him pull you down until you’re face to face with him. anton stops at your tricep, his shaking hands still pressed to his trail of kisses.
“anton.” you say.
you close your eyes and lean in when anton looks back at you. for a moment you’re floating in space, heading towards the unknown. the thought of rejection flashes across your mind before you feel anton’s reciprocating, soft and gentle against your lips.
you press into him gently, your hand fully goes into his curly head of hair to finger the ends and twirl them around your finger. anton’s hands hold your arms first, gripping them slightly as he brings you in place. when it’s not enough anton slides off the block he was sitting on, the thin sheet that was covering his naked body falls with him. more of anton is exposed to you but you don’t shy away, you place your hands on his skin and press into his solid frame. anton pulls you down to the ground with him, not breaking the kiss as you become more desperate. you two almost bump into the easels surrounding you, but neither of you can be bothered.
you cross the line of his lips to push your tongue into his mouth, and anton tilts his head so he can do the same. you guys find a rhythm, lips languidly moving in sync while your tongues press against eachother.
“i rented out this space for the next hour.” even when anton pulls away from you while you keep a hand locked in his curly hair. “just us.” you say breathlessly.
anton hums and nods his head, pulling you closer by a hand wrapped around your waist. your back bows against his hold, giving anton space to drag his hands up your sides to grip your clothed chest. your shirt creases underneath anton’s hand, and you whimper when he presses his plush lips to your exposed collarbone.
“just us?” anton asks against your skin.
you nod your head vigorously when anton looks up at you from your chest, and you straighten your posture to try and bring your body closer to his. anton smiles, the creases in his eyes almost covered by the curls that cascade down the frame of his face. he presses his forehead to yours and the two of you look down between your two bodies. anton focuses on you two fitting together like puzzle pieces while you focus on his dick resting against his stomach. his tip is red and angry, the beading pre-cum making a patch of anton’s abdomen sticky.
anton pulls you onto his bare lap, his dick resting heavy against his stomach. his hands map your body, so desperate and unaware of his own strength that he overstretches the fabric of your shirt and causes you to move at his will. his hands mess with your jeans, pulling you closer by your belt loops. he rearranges himself on the sheet he used to cover himself as the charcoal staining your hands rubs off on his chest.
both of you are still, letting the weight of the situation sink in. your hand pressed against anton’s chest while the other grips his shoulder for stability. his hand on your chest, and the other on the small of your back as he splays his hand across the expanse. you look at your charcoal stained hand resting on anton’s chest. his heart thuds against your palm, mirroring the hammering in your own ribcage. your quickened heart rates effects everything, the way your breathing has turned into short huffs, the way your eyes flicker across anton’s face. the only thing that remains slow and steady is your hand as you drag it down anton’s chest. you make it past his heart, keeping eye contact as you trail down his stomach. when anton’s eyes close you let your hand finally wrap around his length, twitching and hard in your hand.
anton sighs in relief, taking one hand off of you to prop himself up as he leans back. the other hand on your body doesn’t calm down. even with his eyes closed anton finds the bottom of your shirt, his adam’s apple bobbing in his throat when you start pumping his dick. anton’s grabs at any part of your body he can get a viable grip on. he kneads the flesh on your stomach before reaching up and holding your chest over your bra.
when he opens his eyes again anton brings his other hand to you to lift your shirt over your head. you’re forced to take your hand off his dick to discard your shirt, but when it’s thrown somewhere in the studio you go right back to him. you don’t pay the sound of and easel moving or the sound of paintbrushes clattering any mind—you’re focused on something else.
anton pauses only for a second, placing a kiss on your chest before he grabs a handful of you again. you go back to him, grabbing his dick in your hands. the slow pace you were going at previously was abandoned, you have waited too long to tease. the angle is awkward, almost uncomfortable—but the way anton’s eyes close and his mouth slightly opens in ecstasy drives your hand to go faster. anton’s precum makes your hand glide easily. the wet sound of you jerking anton off is subtle and quiet, almost as quiet as the whimpers that slip from anton’s mouth. you open your mouth too, mirroring the way anton whimpers pitifully when you tighten your hand around him.
anton lifts his hips and lifts you too, bringing both of you off the ground momentarily so he can fuck your hand. you look down at anton, how his body flexes to fuck himself and how his face is contorted in pure pleasure. you use your free hand to run over anton’s stomach, admiring the chiseled beauty in front of you. you can feel his abs ripple underneath his taut skin as you press your hand deeper into him.
“you look like a painting.” you murmur.
when you start pulsing your fist around his twitching dick anton puts his hand over yours. he brings you both back to the present.
“i won’t last long.” he says sheepishly.
you can see anton’s face already becoming flushed, the blush adorning his face in splotches. anton pulls your hand away from his dick, placing your wet hand on his chest instead. you both start feeling eachother again, letting your hands feel everything in the calm of heavy breathing and occasional sighs. anton brings you in close, nudging your ear with his nose as he lets out a shaky breath.
“how do you want it?” he whispers into your ear.
“we have to be quick.” you say just as quiet.
anton nods, sliding you off his lap onto the sheet. he moves his body fast, resting on his haunches as he works the button of your jeans. the fact that you two are running low on time looms over your heads, and the thrill of getting caught makes you two desperate. anton’s dick is rigid in the air, twitching upwards when he imagines someone walking in on the two of you.
you work your bra off your body, unclasping it quickly as anton pulls your pants down your legs. when he gets the denim down to your mid thigh he stops to abruptly lean over and kiss your exposed chest. it’s quick, a small peck right on your erect nipple. you wish you had more time with anton in this cramped studio, so you could whimper and while asking him to do it again. but you didn’t have time, and you were getting uncomfortable in your panties so you let anton pull your pants off the rest of the way.
anton pulls you in for a kiss, moving to stand on his knees and you do the same. he brings you in by an arm wrapped behind your back. you put your hands on his broad chest, letting his teeth clash against yours before pulling away.
“we have to be quick.” anton says.
he warns the two of you, but he still takes his time looking down at you and brushing hair behind your ear. being quick is lost on him as he caresses your cheek. he almost asks you how you’ve been before you pull away from him, turning around to get on your hands and knees.
“we have to be quick.” you echo.
anton laughs, looking at the position you got into so quickly. he doesn’t have anymore time to waste, he’s been doing that for the past fifteen years. so anton slots himself between your legs, letting his hard dick rest against your ass as he gets comfortable.
”i don’t have any condoms.” anton says.
he looks at your dick rest against your ass, twitching each time you move.
“i’m on birth control.” you wiggle your hips, scooting backwards to get closer to anton. “i’m not seeing anyone.” you add.
“me neither.” anton says immediately.
you nod, moving your hand back to grab anton’s dick. he guides himself into your hand, and shuffles forward until his tip prods your entrance. he can see a translucent pearl of precum mix with your slick. anton grabs his dick where you held it previously, running his tip up and down your folds. he sees you sigh and shiver, pressing your hands flat to the ground to mentally prepare yourself.
“the door is locked right?” anton asks.
both of you look towards the small classroom door. it’s halfway across the room, but you can vividly remember turning the metal bolt. it was ironic how much you hated distractions in the studio but here you were on your hands and knees, the most distracted you’ve ever been in your entire life.
“it’s locked and no one comes here during the weekends.” you let out a sigh when you feel anton come closer to you. “it’s like if we were in the locker rooms on a saturday night.” you say.
anton visibly relaxes behind you, finding comfort in the fact that you remembered saturday night competitions. everyone cleared out of immediately when the swim meets were over, everyone desperately trying to enjoy the start of their weekend. by the time the meets were done there wasn’t a soul around, not even the cleaning staff. so it was truly just you and anton here, completely engrossed in eachother. he leans over to press a kiss to your shoulder blades before moving a hand to your ass. he spreads you out, wanting a clear view of you spread out. anton sighs, wishing he had the time to press gentle kisses to your bottom half. anton tells himself silently that you have no idea how well he’d eat you out, how he’d take his time and not stop until you begged him to. but time was of the essence and anton was getting impatient—he rubbed a hand down your back while he lined himself up.
“are you ready?” anton asks sweetly.
you nod against the sheet underneath you. anton looks past your ass to smile at you. you’re so pretty with your lips pouted in anticipation anad your cheeks smushed from pressing into the sheet.
“yes.” you answer.
anton nods, and stays in the same position so he can see your face when he slides in. your eyes close instantly and your lips part, anton does the same as he watches you. he’s bewitched, locked in on how he’s making you feel. you suck him in more and more, and when anton bottom’s out he sees you bite down on your finger to stop yourself from moaning. he pulls all the way out before sliding back in, just as slow.
anton looks around at the easels surrounding your bodies, and the platform anton was posing on not even five minutes ago. he almost feels bad, he feels like he’s tainted the space you’ve created for yourself. he remembers when you used to be so shy you couldn’t look at someone in the eye, but now you gave presentations to seasoned artists about something as personal as art. he was proud of you, he thinks he loves you as he looks around and sees the art you’re working on. anton swears he sees a drawing pinned to the wall, an unfinished bust where the curls and side profile is unmistakable. anton looks down at your face, where you have tears prickling your vision and your teeth dig into your bottom lip.
when anton notices you staring at him he sees your hand reach back for him. anton sees your other hand gripping the sheets, and how you slide forward each time his hips kiss yours. before he knows it anton reaches forward to grab both of your arms, causing your knees to move forward as you sit on the back of your legs.
when anton grabs your arms at your sides, he pulls you back to him. you grab onto his biceps, the only stability you have in your position. you can hear anton grunt as he thrusts forward, using his hold on your body to bring you back. each time he thrusts his hips forward he exerts his strength, nearly knocking the breath out of you each time.
the sound of your skin slapping against his fills the room, and you can hear paintbrushes on the easels shake. your teeth digging into your bottom lip is the only thing stopping you from crying out anton’s name.
anton looks up from where he fucks you for behind, focusing on your nails that dig into his arm. he hisses from the pain, already feeling sensitive all over his body.
“feels good?” anton asks.
his voice is still sweet and airy as he talks to you. and you let a moan slip from your lips to let him know, and he sighs in response. the two of you can barely form sentences, becoming twitching messes as anton continues fucking you from behind. all communication turns to high-pitched whines and tightening grips from your hands. eventually it’s not enough, you let go of anton’s biceps to clench your fists to relieve the tension. he pulls your body back each time he thrusts forward, causing your body to jolt and the easels around you shake. you hear paintbrushes clatter against the linoleum floors far off in your mind, it barely registers when anton moans about how good you feel.
anton lets go of your hands and you plant them on the sheet. you can feel him behind you, his hand pressing into your stomach as he brings his sweaty chest to your back. anton continues to fuck you, a handful of your stomach in anton’s hands helps him drive your body backwards to meet his hips.
anton lets a whimper slip from his lips as he presses his cheek into your shoulder blades. his thrusts turns to ruts, and his free hand starts gripping your ass. you start acting on your own needs, purposely clamping your walls around anton’s dick so you can feel every inch of him inside of you. you start pathetically pushing your hips backwards, trying to do some of the work.
anton brings his face forward, hitting deep inside of you as his body superimposes over yours. you can feel puffs of hot air fan your ear as anton presses his face into the side of yours.
“you feel so good.” anton whimpers into your sticky skin.
“your dick is perfect.” you whine.
“you’re so perfect.” anton moans when you clamp around him again. “you have no idea.” he says.
you can feel anton’s smile against the shell of your ear as he continues to desperately rut into you. his smile falls when your walls squeeze around him sporadically. you can hear the moans he tried to silence, how they recklessly slip past his lips. he’s loud, unmistakably loud. you think about the rare chance there’s someone on the other side, pressing their ear to the door as they try to make out the sounds they hear over the music.
anton realizes he’s being too loud, he moves his mouth to the crook of your neck so your skin can muffle his sounds. you can feel the vibration of anton’s voice against your neck, and his teeth pressing into your clammy skin to calm himself. hearing anton causes you to spasm around him more. you’re slowly losing control of your body, the same way you lose control when painting. you let the feeling wash over the same way your ideas do, following the strokes of your brush and the sound of anton’s whimpers becoming more desperate. his hand goes from your ass to your chest, kneading your breasts roughly as he pants into your neck.
“i’m close.” you whisper.
you say it only for anton and for yourself, squeezing your eyes shut. you see anton pass by your eyes in a blur, all the times he’s looked like a painting you wanted to keep locked away in your sketchbook. the fleeting touches and palpitations in your heart seared to the back of your eyelids. just before the coil in your stomach snaps, anton pulls away from your body.
“i need to see you.” anton says earnestly.
you��re on your back in seconds, laying on the white sheets anton used to cover himself. you can’t look away from anton’s wet eyes or his mussed curly hair. his chest is pressed up against yours in an instant when he pulls your legs to bring you closer to his hips. he kisses your forehead quickly, slowing down before kissing your lips then each cheek. you wish you could’ve kissed him back, but your brain was still foggy from being on the brink of an orgasm. only one thing is on your mind as you look at anton with big teary eyes.
“put it back in.” you nearly cry. “please.”
anton grabs his length, gliding it down your folds until he finds your hole. he doesn’t waste time sliding in, fully pushing inside of you. anton has to go to the crook of your neck to moan out his frustrations, feeling his hot pants bounce off your skin.
“i love you.”
anton says it into the sweaty skin of your neck. if he had any self control he would’ve saved it for a better time, like a romantic dinner date or a trip back to your hometown. but anton can’t help it, he’s driven by needing you as close to him as possible. he tells himself he’ll confess to you properly again, when you both have time.
before you can tell anton you feel the same way, the words are taken from your throat as picks a brutal pace. you can only nod your head and pull your legs closer to your chest to help him hit deeper. you can feel anton everywhere, and you can see his curls bounce above your head as the ends become heavy from sweat. you can only pout, feeling your own eyes become teary from all the emotions.
“anton.” you whimper his name pitifully. anton puts one of your legs over his shoulder to free your hand so he can hold it.
“i know.” anton coos. he moans at the new angle and squeezes your hand tighter. “i know.”
when anton presses his lips to yours, you walls spasm around his dick again. this time anton doesn’t stop, driving his hips into yours while his name falls from your lips a million times. anton uses it as motivation, using the last bit of self control he has left to fuck you through your orgasm. when your legs become weak and anton’s name turns into incoherent babbles, he goes back into your neck.
“where can i?” he huffs.
you let your hands press into his shoulder blades, bringing his sweaty chest to yours.
“anywhere” you clench around anton, feeling yourself getting week. “don’t make a mess.” you mumble.
“fuck.”
anton can’t hold on any longer, especially when your lips attach to his neck sucking harshly. he twitches inside of you and he goes as deep as he can one more time before stilling inside of you. your back arches from the ground when you feel him cum inside of you, hot and sticky in spurts. each time anton twitches inside of you his whole body shudders, and he lets out a sigh you think he’s been holding in for years. his grip of your hand never loosened, still white-knuckled as he presses your hand into the sheet. you let your leg wrap around anton to keep his waist in place and it’s your turn to coo at him now.
you two stay like that, sweaty chests heaving as anton stays inside of you. neither of you want to pull away, and you feel a pang in your chest when you can feel anton’s cum seep out of you. he pulls out, whole body shuddering as he slides out of you.
anton taps your bent knee affectionately, and you nod your head as you try to breathe normally again. anton looks around the studio before pushing off your knee.
you see him meander around the studio for a second before wlaking to the paint stained sink. anton turns on the water and washes his hands before pulling out more paper towels than necessary.
he comes back to your body on the floor, wiping away the cum that seeped out of you and drying your sweaty face with another paper towel. you can only smile as anton cleans you up, and when he’s done he grabs your face in both of his hands and presses a fat kiss to your lips. both of you smile when he pulls away, and you run your hand through his curly hair.
“how much time do you have left?” anton asks.
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Seasick
I'm sorry, I just had to use this gif, but it has nothing to do with the fic, I swear.
Based on this request
Summary: You're on a cruise with your girlfriend, and so why do you snap at her?
Warnings: None, unless you count throwing up.
P.S This one's short, I'm sorry, I've been kinda stuck on my writing
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The cruise had been your idea—a chance for Natasha to unwind, away from the constant demands of being an Avenger. You knew how much she loved the sea, the gentle rocking of the waves, the endless expanse of blue stretching out as far as the eye could see. So, you planned this getaway, a luxury cruise away from the bustling city.
As the ship set sail, Natasha wasted no time in making the most of the luxurious accommodations. You found her stretched out on the private deck of your cabin, soaking up the sun in a black bikini that left little to the imagination. Her red hair was fanned out around her, and she wore sunglasses to shield her eyes from the bright sunlight.
You, on the other hand, opted for comfort over style, dressed in an unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt on a black tee and cargo shorts, a beer in hand as you admired the view (both of them).
"Enjoying yourself, Nat?" you asked, taking a sip of your beer.
Natasha cracked one eye open, a lazy smile tugging at her lips. "More than I can say, Y/n. This was a brilliant idea."
You settled into the deck chair beside her, reaching out to brush your fingers along her bare arm. "Just wanted to spoil my favorite Avenger a little."
Natasha chuckled, shifting to make room for you on the lounge chair. "Well, mission accomplished."
You hummed, giving her a forehead a peck followed by her lips
"I'm glad"
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As the day wore on, you suggested exploring the ship and trying out some of the activities it had to offer. Natasha agreed enthusiastically, and soon you found yourselves participating in a salsa dancing class on the upper deck , against your many protests which had been override by a simple plead from the redhead.
However, Natasha couldn't help but notice that you kept disappearing at odd intervals. She watched you slip away multiple times, always with a mysterious expression on your face. Concern started to gnaw at her when you came back every time just a minute level paler, but she pushed it aside, not wanting to ruin the mood.
After the third time you disappeared, Natasha finally approached you, a slight frown marring her features. "Y/n, you keep disappearing. Is everything okay?"
You turned to face her, your expression neutral. "Yeah, everything's fine, babe. Just needed to take care of something."
Natasha's brow furrowed with worry. "Are you sure? You've been disappearing all day."
You felt a surge of frustration, your patience wearing thin. "I said I'm fine, Nat. Can you please just drop it?"
Natasha's concern turned to hurt as she recoiled slightly. "I'm just worried about you, Y/n. You've been acting strange all day."
You snapped, unable to contain your frustration any longer. "Well, maybe if you stopped hovering over me, I wouldn't feel the need to disappear!"
Natasha's eyes widened in shock at your outburst, hurt flashing in her eyes before she quickly masked it. "Fine," she said, her voice cold. "I'll leave you alone then."
With that, she turned on her heel and stormed off, leaving you standing there, regret washing over you in waves.
You stood there for a moment, your stomach churning with a mix of regret and guilt. But as you took a step to go after Natasha, a wave of nausea hit you like a ton of bricks. Clutching your stomach, you stumbled back towards your room, moving as quickly as you could.
By the time you reached the door, you were feeling light-headed and queasy. You barely made it to the bathroom before you were retching into the toilet, the taste of bile burning in your throat.
After what felt like an eternity, the nausea began to subside, leaving you feeling weak and exhausted. You groaned as you rinsed your mouth and splashed some water on your face, trying to soothe your frazzled nerves.
Feeling utterly defeated, you crawled into bed, pulling the covers up around you. You closed your eyes, hoping that when you woke up you'd fell better and apologise to your girlfriend.
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As you lay in bed, trying to calm your queasy stomach, you felt another wave of nausea hit you. Rushing to the bathroom once again, you barely made it in time before you were retching into the toilet for what felt like the fourth time since your argument with Natasha.
You were so focused on trying to keep your stomach under control that you didn't hear the door open, or the soft footsteps approaching you. It wasn't until a gentle hand was on your back, rubbing soothing circles, that you realized you weren't alone.
Looking up, you saw Natasha kneeling beside you, her eyes filled with concern. "Babe, what's wrong? Are you okay?"
You wanted to respond, to reassure her that you were fine, but another wave of nausea hit you, and you were back to retching into the toilet.
Natasha didn't hesitate. She pulled your hair back gently, holding it out of your face as you emptied your stomach once again. Her touch was gentle, her presence a comforting anchor in the midst of your misery.
After what felt like an eternity, the nausea began to subside, leaving you feeling weak and exhausted. You leaned back against the wall, breathing heavily as you tried to regain your strength.
Natasha didn't say anything, just reached for a washcloth and wet it with cool water before gently wiping your face clean. Then she helped you to your feet, guiding you back to bed and tucking you in with a tenderness that brought tears to your eyes.
"Thank you love," you whispered, your voice hoarse from retching.
Natasha smiled softly, brushing a strand of hair from your forehead. "Anytime baby. I'm here for you, always."
After you had gotten back under the covers of the bed, you felt a pang of guilt as you looked at Natasha, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, near your legs, watching you with concern.
"I'm sorry, Nat," you said, your voice barely above a whisper. "I forgot to bring my meds for my seasickness, and I didn't want to ruin our holiday."
Natasha's expression softened, and she reached out to take your hand in hers. "You don't have to apologize. I'm just glad you're okay."
You shook your head, feeling the need to explain further. "But I wanted this to be special for you. I wanted you to have a perfect holiday, with all of the recent missions and the government being on your back. I'm sorry I messed it up"
Natasha stood up and pulled you into a gentle hug, holding you close. "Y/n, you already make every day special just by being here with me. And as for the holiday, well, I hardly ever let myself have one, but being here with you is more than I could ever ask for."
"I love you, Nat. I just want you to have a good time"
"Anywhere with you is a good time" she assured, before a smirk creeped up her face,
"And I'm sure you'll show me an excellent time tonight"
" No walking for you tomorrow, that's for sure"
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Rebuild & Restore - Chapter 6
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Saturday Afternoon..
“This is so fucking stupid.” Joe mumbled to himself as he drove down I-95. After another one of his text messages sent to Kiyana went unanswered. He was down bad. He just didn’t understand. Kiyana and Josh were divorced now, so there was nothing standing in the way of him and Kiyana being together now. The stupid part wasn’t even that he was driving to Pensacola because he could just play it off as wanting to see his parents, it’s that fact that this impromptu trip only took place because Kiyana was active on social media but not responding to his text messages.
6 hours down, 3 hours and 30 minutes to go..
“How did Josh take the news?” Samara asked as she and Kiyana walked around the mall looking for stores to go in. Samara narrowed her eyes at Kiyana when she didn't respond back. “Kiyana Marie…”
“I didn’t tell him yet.” Kiyana muttered as they walked into a store. She could feel the heat of Samara’s stare as she picked up a dress from the rack and held it up to her body.
“That’s ugly, put it down.” Kiyana rolled her eyes and put the dress back. “Why the hell not?” Kiyana huffed as she started looking through another rack of dresses.
“I just don’t wanna spring it on him Sam,” Kiyana huffed out. “We’ve only been divorced for like what? 2 weeks is that not too soon?” It took everything in Samara to not knock her best friend upside her head.
“Key, y’all were married and he was sleeping with that girl, it’s no such thing as too soon when it comes to y’all. You don’t owe him anything..” Kiyana sucked her teeth, but she knew Samara was right, she didn’t owe Josh anything. “Fuck Josh.”
“You’re right,” Kiyana muttered as her heart started to ache in her chest. She knew she needed to move on.. She had to move on for her own sanity. Josh had proven to her that he wasn’t the man she thought he was, it was time for her to move on.
“I wasn’t expecting you back for another hour or two.” Josh stated as Kiyana walked into her living room. She eyed him, frowning her face up as he looked a little too comfortable in her living room, sprawled out on her couch. The boys weren’t used to him not being in the house yet, so he had been spending his days off at the house instead of his apartment.
“I just wanted to pick a couple of things up from the mall.” She said and Josh nodded, his eyes peeking over at her bags, eyes narrowing as one of the names stuck out to him.
“Damn, you got a date or something?” He jokingly asked, trying to peek into the lingerie store bag. Now or never
“Yeah,” She said, “I actually wanted to talk to you about that. I need you to take the boys tonight.”
“Wait.” Josh chuckled, sitting up and grabbing the remote, turning the t.v off. “What the fuck is you telling me right now?” He asked, feeling his stomach tighten and his heart start to pound faster. A date? Nah, he must’ve heard her wrong.
“You’re not seriously mad right now are you?” She asked and he scoffed
“What the fuck - of course i’m mad Kiyana. I’m your husband -”
“Ex-husband!” She cut him off. “You’re my ex-husband who decided that he no longer wanted to be faithful. ”
Suddenly, Josh couldn’t breathe. He drowned out whatever else Kiyana was saying and just stared at her pretty face. This can not be happening right now. The thought of Kiyana being with someone else made him sick to his stomach. “I’m gonna go.” He said, not looking at her as he put his shoes on and started walking towards the door.
“What about the boys? Can you take them tonight?” Josh scoffed and shook his head.
“Nah, not tonight.”
“Josh!” She called out, leaping up from the couch and following him out of the house. “You being deadass?”
“You think imma sit in the fucking house, filled with memories of us while you out on a date? You got me fucked up.” Kiyana threw her hands up and let out a long sigh.
“So don’t stay here. Go to your place.” Oh this bitch, Josh thought, knowing better than to call her that out loud.
“Bye Kiyana.” Her jaw dropped open as she turned his back to her and stomped towards his car.
“Fuck you Josh!” She yelled at him, not caring about the neighbors, flipping him off as he got in his car and drove away.
Joe let out a sigh as he pulled up to his destination. Making sure he had his phone and wallet he exited his car and walked up to the front door, knocking three times.
“Oh shit, big Uce! Whatchu’ doing here?” Jon said as he dapped up his older cousin.
Joe smiled. “Just decided to take a drive and clear my head.” Joe lied and Jon furrowed his eyebrows.
“From Miami?” He asked, moving to the side and letting Joe into his home.
“Nah, I've been in town for a couple days.” He lied again. “Wanted to see my folks.” Joe stated as he sat on the couch with Jon. “Decided to come and see what my favorite cousin has been up to.”
“Now I know ya’ ass is lying.” Jon laughed. “Whatchu’ really doing here Uce?"
“Alright, Alright.” Joe muttered, wiping his hands on his gray sweatpants. “I know Josh is your brother and all but fuck, i’m here to see Kiyana.” Trinity, who just entered the living room, shared a look with her husband. “No. Don’t look at eachother like that. I just want to make sure she’s good. She hasn’t been answering my text or phone calls.”
“I mean, can you blame her?” Trinity spoke up. “I’m pretty sure she is only still in contact with Josh because of their kids. Look,” Trinity sighed, sitting down next to Joe. “Josh is already making it hard for her, she doesn’t need you popping up and making it worse.”
“How can I make it worse by checking up on my friend Trinity?”
“Y’all are not friends anymore Joe. The second y’all had sex, y’all stopped being friends.” Joe opened his mouth to argue, but the sound of the front door opening and slamming caught their attention.
“A fuckin' date! Divorced for 2 weeks and she has a fucking date!” Josh ranted as he stomped into the living room, stopping short at the sight of Joe sitting on the couch. Josh immediately jumped to conclusions, Kiyana had a date and Joe just so happened to be in Pensacola. “Imma kill you.” Josh muttered before lunging towards Joe.
Luckily, Jon was quick and grabbed Josh before he could land a punch. “Of fuck off!” Joe snorted standing up. “It was six months ago and y’all are divorced now. Get over it.”
“Get over it?! You’re going on a date with my wife and you’re telling me to get over it!”
Oh my god.” Trinity muttered, rolling her eyes. “She’s not going on a date with Joe dummy. And even if she was, she’s a single woman now. You want her to be single the rest of her life? It’s stupid as hell. She’s allowed to move on Josh.” Josh sucked his teeth and pushed Jon off of him.
“Whatever.” He muttered, throwing a glare at Joe before stomping his way back out of the house, slamming the door behind him.
“STOP SLAMMING MY DAMN DOOR!”
Kiyana stared at herself in her bedroom mirror. “You can do this.” She whispered as she took a deep breath, smoothing down her dress. She was beyond nervous for her date with Eli. This was her first date with another guy in twenty-three years. Her stomach was already in knots.
Walking into the living room, she rolled her eyes as Samara catcalled at her. After Josh’s little tantrum earlier, Kiyana called her best friend who was more than happy to spend the evening with her nephews.
“Good, it looks easy to take off.” Kiyana rolled her eyes again with a chuckle.
“I’m not having sex with him.”
“Booo!” Samara threw a couch pillow at Kiyana. “Why the hell not? Just get it over with.”
“Because it’s our first date Samara.” Kiyana laughed as she walked over to the bar cart to pour herself a shot of Hennessy. “I don’t want him to think I'm easy.”
Before Samara could respond there was a knock on her front door, causing the both of them to look at each other in confusion.
“I thought you said eight.” Samara said, looking at the clock on her phone.
“He’s early,” Kiyana responded, before walking over to the font door and opening it, her heart rate picking up when she saw who was standing on the other side.
“Joe?” Kiyana whispered, shocked that he was standing in front of her.
“JOE?!” She heard Samara yell out.
“What are you doing here?”
Joe shrugged and placed his hands in the pockets of his gray sweats, “I came to see if you were alright. You haven’t been responding to my texts.”
“I’ve been busy.” Was all Kiyana said and Joe narrowed his eyes at her.
“Kiyana -” He was cut off by the sound of someone’s car tires screeching to a stop in front of her house.
“You can’t go on the date.” Joe called out as he exited his car and made his way up to the house, standing right next to Joe. Kiyana looked between the two men with wide eyes.
“Excuse me?” She asked and by now Samara had made her way to the foyer and was watching the mess unfold.
“Uh, Is everything okay Kiyana?” Oh what the fuck Kiyana thought as Joe and Josh turned to look at Eli who was walking up to them holding a bouquet of red roses.
“Who the fuck are you?” Joe and Josh asked at the same time.
“Elijah, who the fuck are y’all?” Kiyana turned to glare at Samara when she started laughing.
“I can’t do this.” Kiyana muttered, as she started to rub her temples. This could not be happening to her right now. What were the odds of all three of them showing up at the same time tonight?!
LMAO. I would probably just turn around and go back in the house if I was Kiyana 😭
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Still alive, a silly lil fic
[spoiler for in stars and time after the cut, up to the end of act 4]
Loop 1020
You can barely move anymore... Barely speak. Your throat is sore, sharp, you feel a hundred needles constantly piercing into your flesh. Your body hurts, shakes like it's about to fall apart every time you try to walk, and when you do, you usually collapse within a few minutes. You've been stuck in that clearing for, how long?... you can't.. remember.. but if you had to guess, you'd say you haven't got up on your feet in around a week.
You haven't made them happy, in a long, looong time.
You can't.
They don't believe your smile anymore, your act, but you can't blame them.. Have you looked at yourself recently? There's no way anyone would believe you're fine, because you're not....
You're not.
YOU'RE NOT! YOU WANT TO GET OUT OF HERE!!
YOU CAN'T TAKE IT ANY LONGER !!....
...
You breathe. Try to, at least. It doesn't work as well as before but... It does the trick, It... calms you down, a little.. Just enough.. To keep going...
…
You can't make them happy anymore, they can't become stronger.. So what? This script didn't work anyway... And all you can do now is worry them, every time they see you... They ask what is wrong, why you're so tired when, "yesterday", you looked fine as usual...Why you speak even less...
It’s pathetic.
You've become quite the bad actor, Siffrin.
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Can you please write about being jey and jimmy adoptive little sister (so we can feel more included about not looking like them honestly) , reader is like 18/19 and being completely heartbroken about the fact that all reader wanted was for her family to be together and now both jimmy and jey want attentions from her but she won’t chose and this thing is breaking her, and like she’s friend with rhea or the judgment day so she comfort her (sorry for my english i’m from poland!)
Thank you so much if you take my request
the usos x sister!reader
‼️fighting, reader having a panic attack and breaking down
broken pieces
you always had a special bond with jey and jimmy. you were their little sister and they felt overprotective about you. they didn’t want anything or anyone to cause you harm.
but what if they were the ones hurting you?
they both saw it on your face almost a year ago, when you were watching front row jey against roman at summerslam.
the betrayal on your face when jimmy sides with roman, hurting jey and hurting you. they both looked at you and realised something in you just broke.
jey was hurt and confused like you were. jimmy felt tears in his eyes when he met your heartbroken look. you were his baby sister after all, the one he promised to protect with his own life.
and now you couldn’t even stand to be in his presence.
but no matter what you tried to do, they now hated each others and that made you even more furious and sad. those big men were your big brothers, your bodyguards, the people you loved the most and now all you had was a broken family.
almost a year later and things didn’t got any better, in fact, their constant beefing backstage was tiring anyone.
“i can’t believe this” jimmy kept screaming as he wanted to punch jey right in the face.
you didn’t even know where this argument started from but, like every single time you found yourself stuck in the middle of it.
“if only you weren’t so self centred…” jey screamed back at jimmy.
“me? me? are you fucking serious? me? self centred? aren’t you the one going around and wanting to be called main event?” jimmy laughed “so i am the self centred one uh?”
“you going crazy man!” jey spat back “are you planning to ruin every single moment of my career like you’re doing every week on live tv man?”
“stop it stop it stop it!” you screamed at them. you were witnessing this stupid fight and knowing you couldn’t do anything to get to stop was hurting you. so, as you predicted, they kept screaming at each others.
“i ain’t ruining no one’s moment man, it’s just you who can’t accept some people are way better that you anyway” jimmy responded back, making jey laugh.
“so you’re better that me? that’s funny man, so why, if you’re that better than me, why, aren’t you getting booked? uh? cat got your tongue man?” jey sarcastically laughed making jimmy angrier.
you couldn’t stay there any longer.
“fucking stop it!” you screamed once again, tears falling from your eyes “stop fighting like goddamn children! i-i can’t do this anymore, i really can’t” you looked at both at them “all you do is fighting and fighting and i can’t do this anymore…i just want my family back”
jey, sensing your anxiety, tried to take a few steps close to you but you stepped back, not wanting to be close to anyone.
“i’m so sorry y/n…” jimmy apologised, hating to see you cry and hating himself even more, knowing he’s the reason you are crying.
“i don’t care if you are sorry! you always say you guys are sorry and then fight again and again and again and i can’t deal with this shit anymore! i just want my brothers back…i-i…” you were having trouble breathing “i just want this to be over”
“y/n, love, why don’t you sit down a little?” jey suggested when he saw you were struggling to breathe. he knew your anxiety and he knew you struggled with panic attacks and he was hating himself for being the reason you were struggling right now.
“no! no i don’t wanna sit here and hear you fight again! i-i…i don’t wanna…” your head was dizzy and the look jimmy gave jey made them understand each other without sharing a word.
“sit here love…” jey slowly walked you towards the little black leather couch inside his changing room “breath with me y/n…” you did as jey told you to do and you felt all the energy leaving your body.
“you feeling better?” jimmy asked, sitting next to you while jey was knelt in front of your sat position.
“why do you have to keep fighting?” you asked them, your voice breaking a little, now your tears falling down your face again “and don’t say you’re sorry” you warned jimmy.
“we will try to stop okay?” jey smiled at you. deep down he knew he couldn’t keep fighting with his brother forever but at the same time it was hard for him to forgive him so quickly.
“i don’t want a “we will try” jey, i want my brothers back…i want to spend time with you together like we did last year…” you cried harder, your breathing getting worse again “you just don’t understand this…i-i hate seeing you fight every day, i hate seeing you punching yourselves, i fucking hate having to share days with you like you are my divorced parents!”
“hey hey keep breathing slowly sweetheart” jey reminded you.
jimmy and jey both had no idea how this family feud was affecting you. they just discovered it now and they were both hating themselves for hurting you that much.
“you just don’t understand…” you whispered.
“no words can’t express how sorry i am love…” jimmy softly whispered with teary eyes. seeing you having a panic attack was the worst thing he ever witnessed. you were his baby sister who he was meant to protect so why would he hurt you that much?
same thing was for jey.
“i just miss you…” your voice broke a little.
jey cursed himself “i know things between us aren’t the best but our feelings for you will never change. no matter what, you will always be our baby sister and we’ll love you forever…i will try my best to not fight with jimmy okay?” you simply nodded while his soft hand wiped your tears away.
“i promise you we will be better” jimmy went and you nodded again, being happy with their responses.
“now, i’m pretty sure you have work to do so i’ll go back to my hotel room…but, if you’re free tonight can we have a movie marathon like we always did when i was younger?” you asked them, hope sparkling in your eyes.
they couldn’t say not to that.
so they said yes.
they knew they had a lot of work to do, especially when it came to them but, no matter the circumstances, they would always have your back.
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This was a doozy to write if I'm being honest. This actually has a mix of my writing and my sisters. I hope this was okay, my sister says it's okay but I'm a little nervous.
For @buffymore , I hope it's okay 😬 🤞🏽
Tags: Cheating, bullying, french cigarette slur, squirting, smut, S.R and N.R are assholes, they belittle and degrade reader, really harsh please read with caution, angst? lmk if I forgot anything.
You barely make it out of the lecture hall when you're shoved to the ground. Use to it, you roll onto your back, propping yourself up on your elbows. “What are you belittling today?” “Same as usual.” Natasha kicks your shoulder, knocking you off your elbow before kicking you. You grunt when she kicks your side and wait to hear her heels to step back to get up and make a run for it to your boyfriend.
“What was that?” Steve asks as you greet him while kissing your cheek. “Nothing important. It's fine. Come on.” You readjust the strap of your backpack and taking Steve’s hand, not missing how Natasha had finally made her way down the stairs of the lecture hall building and smirked at Steve, a glint in her eye and Steve mimicks it and watches her walk away. You see it and it kinda ticks you off but you shrug it off, pulling Steve along to leave.
That was two days ago, now it's Wednesday, the middle of the week and honestly you were so bored. Walking into the gymnasium building, you make your way to your locker to change out of your clothes from track and field.
After changing, you go to take your backpack out of the locker when your being shoved into it and it closes behind you. “What the fuck?” “Hey there faggot.” Sighing, you rest your forehead on the locker wall across from you. “Why are you in the guys locker room, Nat?” She ignores you, kicking the door of your locker and making you flinch. “Saw you with your boy toy. Quite a cutie if I gotta be honest, maybe I’ll steal him from you and fuck him.” “He wouldn't do that to me.” “Sure. You’ll see.” You roll your eyes as you hear her heels click away out of the room, now realizing that you’re stuck for twenty minutes until the basketball team arrives.
As you wait for the team to arrive, you feel your phone buzz, your lucky that the upper shelf is only half of the locker as your able to reach up and grab it to answer it. “Hey Babe, what's up?” “Um, I won't be able to come get you.” “What- Steve, what do you have to do to not get me?” “I-I’m just not feeling well, okay? I’m sorry. Maybe one of your friends in your clubs can drive you home?” “Steve, everyone is already gone, I stayed longer than them to get help from-.” He cuts you off quickly. “Well, maybe another club can- Listen, I gotta go.” The line goes dead and you sigh. “What?” You say to nothing as you drop your hand and lean your forehead against the locker.
You lucky it was only a few minutes until the basketball team walked in, your friend Sam letting you out as he was your locker neighbor and having some time before his basketball practice he even gave you a quick ride home.
Dragging your feet up to your apartment, you let out a big huff as you drop your bag and kick off your shoes. When you open your eyes, you’re surprised to hear the bed creaking, smiling when you think Steve is maybe humping your pillows and you get excited cause you could honestly use a release.
Walking down the hall, you start to hear moans that don't sound your boyfriends. He must be watching porn you conclude and you walk closer to the door and open it. “What the fuck!!” You immediately shout as you see your boyfriend buried deep in Natasha’s pussy in a mating press, her legs folded up to her chest as she turns her head to you and smirks before letting out a moan.
Steve turns around but doesn't stop. “What the fuck do you think your doing?! How could you do this?!” “Are you really surprised?” “Who wouldn't?! I thought you fucking loved me and now i find out your fucking the bitch that has made my whole semester here a living hell?!” “Oh my god!”
Natasha shoves Steve away, the slick sound when his cock slips out makes you sick as Natasha approaches you, dragging your chair from your desk and shoving you into it before turning to Steve who tosses her hand cuffs and cuffs you to the arm of the chair. “Hey- What the fuck, let me go!!” You pull at the cuff even though you know it'll be caught by the arm rest. You can't even turn away, your chair broke months ago from fucking to hard on it.
She returns back to Steve, crawling on her hands and knees, showing off her ass and wet pussy as she moves to face you, a smirk clear on her face as Steve positions himself behind her and enter her swiftly. You look towards the bedroom door, the sounds are torture itself. Slick, wet noises and Natasha clearly exaggerated moans.
“Fuck, She's so much tighter than you, Mn. So much better than you.” You look back over, only looking at their faces with a stern look but the tears and your reddened eyes give away your pain as your jaw clenches so tight your teeth may break. Natasha moves to her knees, a hand reaching back to hold herself up by Steve's neck, the male moaning into Natasha's neck.
A few more thrusts, Steve leans back, pulling Natasha with him as her legs are bent and spread and she cums on his cock when he hits her g-spot, squirting onto the sheets and on the floor near your feet. “Oh fuck, yes, shit. Come on, Mn, look at me.”
You've looked back to the door a while ago and you can hear her stand along with Steve. She grabs your face, turning you to her. “If you liked pussy I bet you couldn't please women.” “His dick is too small. Couldn't even please me.” Steve interjects and they both chuckle when you yank at the cuffs, getting a little pissed. “Aw pissy puppy.”
She slaps your cheek as she leans on the other chair arm, raising her leg as Steve stepped forward to do the splits sideways, Steve grips her thigh and enters her again.
She's split eagle sideways, leaning on the chair and you know they're doing it on purpose and you don't even have the energy to doing anything anymore other than grit your teeth and suffer cause that's what they want you to do. They're trying to make you feel like nothing and if you were honest, it was working.
Her moans were right next to your ear and every thrust Steve shoved into her pussy would shake the chair. “Come on, Mn, don't look so grumpy.” Steve smirks and Natasha reaches for your crouch but you flinch lifting your leg up to stop her. “Fuck off.” You snap, yanking on the cuffs again as you kick her leg, unfortunately for you, Steve caught her and she huffs. “Fucking fag, I could've fallen.” You roll your eyes and face the door again.
“Ah~ Ah fuck~ Steve your so fucking big, fuck.” You knew she was doing it on purpose and before you could blink Steve reaches down, making harsh shapes on her clit before she's squirting again, it getting everywhere including your pants and you flinch, trying and failing once again to yank at the cuffs.
“Just let me go okay!! I get it.” You yell when you watch them get into another position. “No. Not yet. You're gonna watch what you’ll never be able to do. You g-get to watch me satisfy her.” “Motherfuckers, you guys are assholes just let me go!!” “You're so pathetic and worthless. Can't even please someone enough they have to fake it and cheat on you.” “Fuck off, both of you, and let me go.”
They ignore you as Steve sits on the bed and Natasha sits on his lap, the other places his hands under her knees and pulls them up. "Watch him ruin me, looser." She's on full display for you as Steve pulls her knees up, She reaches down to insert his dick back inside her then both of her hand spread her lips wide, showing everything but you're staring at the door.
Between moans and groans they're belittling you, making you feel like nothing but you don't care anymore. “Don't cry you pathetic bitch. You did this to yourself.” “I didn't do jack shit.” “Exactly.” Steve says through a grunt. “You didn't do jack shit. Maybe if you were good at fucking I would've stayed. Your shrimp dick did nothing.” Natasha's hand moves to her clit, circling harshly before she's cumming and squirting again, the farthest so far as it reaches your shirt and her head is thrown back when she also feel Steve release into her pussy, thrusting deeply to shove it deep inside her to keep his cum in her.
When they settle, which was maybe about a few seconds, you watch as she smirks, walks over to your desk and picks up a photo she noticed when being fucked next to you. You don’t even struggle against your restraints as you watch her remove it from the frame, you've accepted awhile ago that there’s nothing you can do, you don’t even call out to Steve, your body limp and tired from struggling against your restraints and the only thing that shows how you feel is your eyes and the tears that still fall down your face.
Her hand reaches down to her entrance, shoving her fingers inside before pulling them out and starts finger her clit, Steve's cum drips onto the photo of you and Steve kissing, a New Years photo. Steve steps next to you and forces you to watch, grabbing your face roughly. “Watch her, fucking fag. Watch your counterpart ruin the photo.” He was calling you a pussy and you knew that. Natasha gasps and squeals at the sensitivity and her fingers pick up speed before she's cumming and squirting all over the photo, more of Steve’s cum drops onto the photo that's now soiled and soaked.
You begrudgingly watch as Steve walks over, taking the photo that Natasha picks up and licks it slowly, his eyes connected to your glare and he swipes some of his cum off of it and swipes it onto your cheek before ripping the photo, you flinch away before looking back over to them. “Uncuff me. Right the fuck now.” Steve grabs the key off the desk behind you, undoing the cuffs and you don't have time to rub at the raw skin as he grabs you and drags you out the room.
He opens the front door, throwing you out with your shoes and backpack. “We're done.” “Fucking bastard, this is my apartment!” “Get your shit later.” “How could you do this to me?” “You for real? I got with you to get to Natasha. I've been fucking her for six months.” “Prick. Let me guess, when I was in class she was the one to make that awful food.” “Yes, actually. We fucked over your food and she's been squirting onto them.” “Fucking disgusting.”
You finally stand up, slipping your shoes on and picking up your bag. “Good luck, shrimp dick.” “Fuck you. Fuck both of you. Good luck paying for this place.”
You walk off and make it to the exit of the apartment before you realize you have nowhere to go. Your feet end up taking you to your campus library where you enter and drop yourself into a chair at a table in the center.
“Uh, you okay? You look like someone thought you were the wicked witch of the west.” You completely forgot about the state those two jackasses left on you and you subconsciously adjust your hoodie. “I’m fine.” You look up to see your classmate James, or Bucky as you heard from other people in your class.
“Sorry for snapping at you. My jackass of an ex cheated on me with my bully.” “That sucks.” “It's whatever. Just kinda feeling like shit now.” “Need a distraction?” “It'd help.” “What kind?”
You look back up and your eyes meet his, a glint in his eyes and you release a breath you didn't know you were holding and your shoulders relax. “You have a place? Was kicked out of mine.” “I do.” You take a deep breath, just staring at him for a moment. You and Bucky were acquaintances but you still knew him enough. “Please.” You breath out and he smirks, closing his book and standing up with his bag. “Come on, cutie.” You smile slightly and follow behind him.
Might not be the best idea but you needed a distraction and Bucky was gladly offering you one. You won't pass it up.
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unsure if this has been said before but please let me get what i want (the deftones vers specifically) feels very fitting for pinepaw or maybe even rainhaze. the family guys who are almost foils to each other when they're both going through a messy rough time 🤝
I really like this suggestion, because Morrissey is my current voiceclaim for Pinepaw so he's very Smiths-coded in my mind.
Haven't had a dream in a long time
See, the life I've had
Could make a good man bad
So for once in my life
Let me get what I want
Lord knows it would be the last time
Lord knows it would be the first time
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Oh my friend, British men screeching is just about my favorite musical styling.
Want land in the valley
There's pieces of you breaking off
(Pieces of you breaking off)
Big money's in the basin, you don't come back without it
He's killing with abandon to get over the mountain
Got darkest rum from Mama, seething in the liver
Blood disease from Papi, poisoning the river
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Friends on the Other Side works pretty well for Ranger, at the very least his attitude. Rainhaze's deal came from desperation rather than greed, but I do like things that speak to his thoughtless self-centeredness and hero complex.
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That's a Rainhaze song if I ever heard one!
Stuck in the middle of a forest made of
Flesh and bones and they're all scared of
A lost little boy who has lost his heart
Fear's not enough, they have to
Tear him apart
Follow the scent of iron sinking
Deeper into corpses rotting
But they can't hear you talk, talk, talk
About every little thing
And the Hound
Is humming you
A lie, a lullaby
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Ohh, yeah... I can see it.
I wonder who I'd be
If all these bad things
Didn't happen to me
I must be
The Virgin Mary
To create a son
Who will suffer so much <- the sloug.......
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The tone of the song is pretty light, but I can see the lyrics working! Especially drawing parallels between the original great destruction and the current onslaught.
Oh god, come quickly
The execution of all things
Let's start with the bears and the air
And mountains, rivers and streams
Then we'll murder what matters to you
And move on to your neighbors and kids
Crush all hopes of happiness with disease
'Cause of what you did
And lastly, you're all alone with nothing left but sleep
But sleep never comes to you
It's the guilt and forever wakefulness of the weak
It's just you and me
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Ah, that musical is on my watchlist but I haven't gotten around to it yet. I've heard pretty good things, though!
I roar!
And you cry!
I'm the reason
You run and hide!
You better leave your hopes behind
No one's gonna stop him
You better hope he's out of sight
Or you're doomed to be a victim
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Objectively wild pull, but I do love Johnny Cash, and his voice reminds me a lot of what Mallowstar's would be like. I like this song a lot with him. :,]
Well, I won't back down, no I won't back down
You can stand me up at the gates of Hell
But I won't back down
Well, I know what's right, I got just one life
In a world that keeps on pushin' me around
But I stand my ground and I won't back down <- wahh mallowstar...
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I'd definitely this has big Slugpelt energy.
Dear, I fear we're facing a problem
You love me no longer, I know
And maybe there is nothing
That I can do to make you do
Mama tells me I shouldn't bother
Lately I have desperately pondered,
Spent my nights awake and I wonder
What I could have done in another way
To make you stay
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It's a pretty good song!
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YAY Queen song! This is interesting; I can see it very well with characters that are still a spoiler to talk about.
So much ado, my lover
So many games we played
Through every fleeted summer
Through every precious day
All dead, all dead
All the dreams we had
And I wonder why I still live on
All dead, all dead
And alone, I'm spared
My sweeter half instead
All dead and gone
Damn I ran out of video links
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Author note: Hey hey, while everyone is waiting on chapter updates for my fic series’ here’s a little angsty fic :)
The constant hum coming from the ship had become a barely noticeable background noise to the crew onboard the ship after two years in space.
Light steps tapped against the metal corridor floor heading towards the main area of the ship. Where their makeshift living room,kitchen and dining area was. It also happened to be their meeting room too.
Seven people already waited in the meeting area, seated at the metal table. The gravity was turned on and usually stayed on if they could. Floating around wasn’t always the most practical way to get around or live. All seven heard the familiar footsteps coming their way from their eighth crew member.
Y/n’s figure appeared as the metal doors opened with a quiet whoosh. Freshly bathed as her hair was still damp, but not damp enough to need a towel. Her pace was average in no rush as she made her way towards the meeting area, sitting between Renjun and Donghyuck in the last spot left.
Mark stood up as soon as she was seated to officially start the meeting, a weekly report meeting.
“Since everyone is here we can start the meeting. It shouldn't take too long.” He explained. A sentence he said quite often to start the meetings enough the Chenle had mouthed it silently toward Y/n who just shook her head amused.
Mark moved to sit back down at the head of the table looking around at everyone. Each person reports briefly on their assigned expert area’s. The last report to be spoken on was Y/n’s.
”Everyone already reported what I’ve observed for the week so I’lol just report on my specific area.” She offered while tapping against her tablet to bring up her brief notes.
Y/n was specifically chosen as the medically licensed doctor on board, but was also picked to help out in all areas when a second or third pair of hands were ended due to her excelled studies in basic area’s outside of her specific area.
“Alright, from casual week progress everyone is in the green zone with minimum injuries this week.” Y/n read off her notes, eyes scanning their latest vital signs. No one particularly intensely on this note as it happened every weekly report.
“Though I should remind you all that the physical check ups are next week.” Her words finally catch their attention.
Physical check ups happened every six months, as it was a requirement during their time onboard. This specific check up was overdue by three months, meaning they hadn’t had one in nine months due to schedule conflicts.
“What day?” Chenle asked out curiously, leaning forward in his seat, his chest abdomen touching the cooled metal table.
“Everyone will get a check up on different days, since the check up was delayed they will take longer than normal. Starting in two days we’ll go from oldest to youngest, one a day for seven days.” Y/n replied to his question smoothly as she placed her tablet on the table.
Chenle let out a whistle at the fact it would be long physicals to the point Y/n wanted to only do one check up a day.
“Alright, I think that’s a good way to go about it. I’m the oldest so I’m first up on Monday.” Mark agreed to her structure on the situation.
The crew never stopped going by the week days, dates, time and calendar overall. It was the way they could keep a little sanity stuck in a metal box up in space. Keeping a somewhat good sleep schedule for most of them, but a few suffered through insomniac tendencies.
“Don’t forget to fast the afternoon beforehand as well, we will be doing blood draw tests too.” She added on as a reminder since certain crew members tend to be ‘forgetful’ about that. Jisung looked away as her eyes met his when she spoke, one of those crew members she’d been mentioning.
The meeting continued for about thirty more minutes nearing the end of it.
“I just think we should change up the group music playlist when we play it over the intercom. I'm tired of hearing the same songs over and over again.” Donghyuck groaned, clearly pressed about it.
Y/n sighed refraining from pinching the bridge of her nose instead standing up needing to stretch her legs from sitting still for that long, Renjun’s hand absentmindedly following her as he fiddled lightly with her combat pants pocket.
“It’s an open playlist Donghyuck, you can add and remove songs anytime.” Y/n explained slowly as he looked up at her about to open his mouth to say something only to be cut off abruptly before he could even start.
A large sharp groan came from the as something hit the side of the east wall. The ship shifted and jerked at the sudden impact with no warning.
Y/n’s eyes widening as she lost her footing feeling her body jerk in the direction of the table, Renjun’s grip on her pocket not being tight enough in that moment to help as his fingers were ripped away from it with force as her side made harsh contact with the metal table side.
A pained noise escaped her lips at the sudden brutal pain shooting through her ribs as it spread around her side.
“Damage detected on East wall, Bay c. Object unknown, damage warning, immediate attention required.” A robotic voice alerted over intercoms.
“Y/n-” Mark stood up once the ship stilled, eyebrows creasing in worry for her but was cut off as she stood up straight holding one hand against her side and the other up to stop him.
“I’m fine, we need to check what that was and why the warning system didn’t pick it up in time before it hit.” Y/n brushed off her pain holding back a wince, slightly winded.
Mark stared at her for a second but the robotic intercom repeated what it had said beforehand and that’s all it took for Mark to nod at her and start blaring orders left and right.
“Renjun, Donghyuck you're with me, we will go to the controls. Chenle and Jisung go down to the panels to make sure everything is still working. Jeno, Jaemin and Y/n suit up, you’re heading out. We’ll need all three of you out there to see what damage was dealt to the east wall.” The orders were flying from his mouth naturally.
“Hang on would it make sense for me to go out, Y/n just got her ribs crushed by metal if you forgot.” Chenle argued, glancing over at where her hand was subtly still rubbing soothing circles into her side.
“Chenle you’ve been outside once, it’s too risky for you out there in an emergency, Jeno and Jaemin can’t be distracted. Y/n has more experience.” Mark denied his suggestion without a second of hesitation focused on the state of the ship.
Chenle bit back a retort grabbing Jisung hand to tug him away down towards the panel room, the two not exactly okay with it since the panel room was furthest down and was a black spot, no communications got through down there.
Jisung hand lightly grazed Y/n’s shoulder as the two passed in a silent way of worrying over her without having to say anything. She patted his back as he passed in return.
With that Y/n stood up fully from her slight bent form ignoring the sting against her side in favour of grabbing Jeno and Jaemin’s hands, tugging them away. Their feet heavy against the metal corridor floor as they rushed off.
“Suit up at Bay c, I’ll do the perimeter check.” She suggested letting go of their hands, turning to go down the opposite corridor only for Jeno to grasp her hand again, pulling her to face them.
“You just got injured, you shouldn’t be out alone on the west wall, go with Jaemin to Bay c. I’ll do the perimeter check.” There was no room for argument in Jeno’s voice and time was ticking.
Jeno and Jaemin had more say in it than she did as they were specially trained for this compared to her with basic knowledge and half the amount of time of outside experience.
Y/n stalled for a few seconds before agreeing. With that Jeno didn’t wait longer, jogging towards the west wall area while Jaemin and Y/n turned, racing now towards the east wall.
“Mark we’re here and suiting up, Jeno’s heading to the west wall to do a perimeter check to make sure there’s no hidden damage on the other side.” Jaemin called over their earpieces, their earpieces crackling to life as Mark responded immediately his breathing rushed from also racing to the control room.
“We just got here too, you're clear, suit up.”
As the two suited up Y/n frowned as she saw her fitted suit pack had fallen during the abrupt hit to the ship. Instead of double checking it she rushed to put her suit on because of the time crunch.
Moving to place her helmet on letting it click into place, too busy to notice the slightly delayed click.
“We’re suited.” Y/n called out as Jeno followed up “I am suited too on the other end.” From the west wall.
“Alright. We’ll depressurise the room and unlock the gates on both ends, get yourselves ready, gravity is going to be turned off.” Mark announced as he watched Renjun and Donghyuck go to the controls.
Y/n moved to clip her float safety belt to her suit before grabbing onto one of the metal bars on the wall. Jaemin, not looking at his float safety belt as he clipped it onto his own suit.
Without a second to waste Y/n’s hand grabbed at Jaemin as the gravity was turned off their bodies naturally floating.
“Gates opening in 3… 2… 1.” Donghyuck warned them with a countdown as the door released open. Opening them up to the wide, truly beautiful yet terrifying sight of the ever expanding space.
Y/n took a breath in as her suit filtered oxygen through, barely noticing the moistness of it.
“You ready?” Jaemin asked Y/n glancing at her eyes flickering down to her side covered in the suit. Only getting a nod in return, his eyes crunching in wonder when he sees her breath fog the slightest bit against her helmet but chalked it up to her temperature being higher from running.
Both grabbed at the walls as they floated carefully out of the ship into the dark abyss of space. Only stars faintly shining against the dark area. Both clipping the other end of their safety float belts to the sides of the ship.
Once the two had made it outside, Donghyuck closed the gate turning gravity back on for the ship, his feet hitting the ground. Jaemin and Y/n glancing at the east wall. There was thankfully no severe damage to the ship wall, mainly things that would be fixable with time.
“What could hit the ship with that amount of force without severe damage to the ship?” Jaemin wondered out loud as he scanned the area again trying to make sure he wasn’t missing anything.
As the two broke off from one another floating, Y/n’s eyes fluttered after taking in a deep breath, feeling as though she was sweating even if it was cold.
“Y/n, your vitals are stable and slowing down, they were in the orange zone before.” Renjun called out as he glanced at Jeno, Jaemin and Y/n’s vitals on screen.
“Most likely from getting winded and running before.” She explained the orange zone reasoning while hanging onto the side of the ship.
Green zone was good, orange zone was worrying, red zone was emergency levels and black was the zone no one wanted and feared for themselves and their crew members.
“Damages are luckily minimal on the east wall, bay c will need repairs but there’s no time pressure or too concerning signs.” Jaemin reported, satisfied with the outcome compared to what he’d previously thought would happen before seeing it.
“Good… that’s good.” Mark muttered yet their earpieces picked it up as he asked out “Jeno how is the west looking?”
“She’s looking gorgeous as ever on this side.” Jeno replied on the outside of the ship on the west wall as he moved slowly and steady along the side of the ship keeping his eyes peeled.
Y/n shivered feeling as though her suit temperature had dropped. A funny feeling in her gut just as a wet drop slid down her nape.
Renjun scanned the screens, but his eyes locked on to a small warning sign that suddenly popped up coming from Y/n’s suit, with her body temperature on her vitals screen dropping further.
“Y/n it says your liquid oxygen tank is having a delayed reaction and trouble processing fast enough, what is it looking and feeling like in there?” Renjun asked out, referring to her suit. Mark walked up behind Renjun to look at the screen himself.
Jaemin turned his floating body with his arms holding onto the ships side to look over at her, they were separated but not too far apart.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Jeno asked from his side of the ship in worry after hearing Renjun’s words.
Y/n cracked her neck from habit as she felt a few more drops slip past the back of her nape.
“I think it’s letting liquid slip, because of the slow processing.” She replied to Renjun a shiver running down her spine from a particularly large drop down her nape once again.
“Oh fuck that.” Jeno nearly hissed out, not at all comfortable with her outside with a faulty suit, the feeling mutual for the others.
“Alright, Y/n I’m not letting you stay out any longer, especially with a faulty suit.” Mark decided easily it was a massive safety risk for her and was a no go.
“Make your way back towards the gate, I’m going to open it.” Donghyuck moved his hands over the control panel.
“Y/n I-” Jaemin started to speak as they shared a look right as Mark saw a warning pop up yelling “Take cover and hold on! Object incoming!”
All three outside tightened their grip on the ship on instinct, pressing their bodies against it as well as they could with the sudden warning.
The object slammed against the side of the ship so fast no one could see what it had been or how it disappeared. But it was the least of their concerns and problems because of what was to come.
Jaemin’s float safety belt that held him in place as a safety measure from floating too far away had been damaged and went unnoticed when they’d first went out. Through the blunt force his float safety belt had snapped though his grip on the ship kept him steady.
“Is everyone okay?” Mark called out as Jeno confirmed his safety from the other side having felt only a slight tremor in comparison to the other two who’d taken the direct hit.
“My safety belt snapped, I’m holding on.” Jaemin grunted out, mind spinning from the sudden impact.
“Y/n make your way over to him and grab him, the both of you are getting back inside.” Mark ordered not caring if any additional damage had been done to the ships side, he wasn’t risking his crew, his friends, at this moment.
“O-one second.” Y/n gasped out as her mind spun trying to keep a hold on the ship.
“Shit.” The curse flew out of his mouth as Mark heard the warning ping from Y/n’s suit on screen. The screen showed a massive break in her oxygen tank.
Renjun swallowed as he gazed at Y/n’s vitals slipped getting into the orange zone.
“Guys, I don’t know if you’re s-seeing it on screen, but I’m losing air, my helmet is flooding.” Y/n managed to get out, crushing their hopes of it being a false warning.
She cringed at the feeling of dangerously cold liquid starting to pool against her neck at an alarming rate.
“No, they need to go back inside right fucking now, Donghyuck open the gate.” Jeno called out feeling helpless on the other side of the ship, going against protocol as he started making his way up the ship wanting to get to the east side.
“Y/n you need to conserve your air. I need you to try grabbing onto Jaemin before Donghyuck opens the gate.” Mark instructed trying to sound calm and steady for reassurance but inside he was screaming, frightened at his friends state.
“Okay.” Y/n managed to huff out as the cold temperature started getting to her, staring to climb back towards Jaemin trying to ignore the slosh of liquid against her neck.
“Slow and steady Y/n.” Jaemin called out watching her stiff figure, his stomach tightening at the sight, being able to see the liquid filling her helmet now.
Jaemin knew he was in a shitty position, if he let go or lost grip on the ship it would be hard to grab back on and not float away from the ship, isolated. But as he watched her making her way over as the liquid pooled around the helmet at its alarming rate he couldn’t stomach the thought of how suffocating it must be.
Chhhhhh!
Jaemin winced his hands releasing the hold he had on the ship to cover his helmet from damage on instinct when a stream of hot steam flew towards him from the ship not to get his suit damaged though his hands scrambled to grab onto the ship again. His fingers grazed the side of the metal but his body was forced away from it by the pressure of steam.
A curse flying from his mouth as he felt his heart drop. Y/n’s hand swiping towards him but he was just out of reach. A frustrated cry leaving her mouth as she started tilting her head up liquid reaching her chin now.
”Fuck Y/n jump for him, your float safety belt is okay.” Mark ordered body tense watching now from a window, eyes glazed in worry seeing Jaemin’s form better than Y/n’s.
“No stop Mark she’s got no more time left open the gate, she’s going to drown.” Jaemin called out gazing at Y/n as the liquid in her helmet was leveled with nearly her bottom lip.
“GET HER INSIDE! I’m almost there, I'll grab Jaemin.” Jeno practically yelled as he made it to the top of the ship only to curse as his float safety belt got caught, turning to tug at it wondering where it had snagged onto.
Donghyuck did not need to be told twice as he slammed the button with his finger but panicked as nothing happened, repeatedly pressing down on the button.
“Error too much damage on East wall, bay c gate, gate release denied.” The robotic voice announced at Donghyuck yelled, as he continued pressing the button as Renjun rushed over to try overriding the command.
Everyone outside hearing the access denial, Y/n’s eyes shifting to look over at Jaemin, liquid sloshing over her mouth, having to breath through her nose now with restricted air flow.
“Fuck I’m stuck somewhere! Hang on!” Jeno yelled out as he had to float back down a bit to unhook where his float safety belt was stuck.
Jaemin locked his eyes onto Y/n barely making out her helmet now that he was floating away, the distance far but his heart belated faster at the glint of liquid filling.
Y/n knew with the door being jammed on this side there wouldn’t be any time for her to get back to the next closest gate, Jeno wouldn’t make it in time to Jaemin, his belt wouldn’t be able to extant as far as where Jaemin would have floated off to by the time he got there. She had to make the obvious decision.
Y/n took one more sharp deep breath in as the liquid filled past her nose right afterwards. Everyone hears the sharp inhale.
“Y/n no!” Jaemin yelled out desperately as he watched her push with force against the wall with her feet to float outwards towards him.
“Tug yourself back with your belt right now Y/n that’s an order!” Mark stressed out as his hands flew to the press against the window.
Y/n ignored his order, something she never did before. Concentrating on keeping her body steady as she floated her way towards Jaemin.
Jaemin spread his arms to get ready to catch her as she finally got close enough to two, careful not to float any further. Jaemin’s heart rate spiking on vitals as he finally got a clear view of her helmet. The liquid had flooded past her eyes now yet she kept them wide open.
With the pure liquid most likely damaging her eyes permanently from keeping them open as Jaemin let out a sob. Mark, Renjun, Donghyuck and Jeno freeze at the sound of crackling and a weird noise fizzling from Y/n earpiece indicating her helmet’s fully flooded state.
“Hang on, just hang on!” Jeno yelled out as he’d started traveling back up the ship side.
Y/n tried her hardest not to shut her burning eyes, everything blurry as she unclipped her float safety belt from her suit movement slowing down as she shook her head inside her helmet to focus as her hand fumbled with Jaemin’s suit clipping her belt not him instead.
“Just hold on tight Y/n, don’t breathe in even if you want to, I’ll pull us back in, it will be okay, everything will be okay.” Jaemin was desperate at this point, denying the obvious, everyone hearing his words. Y/n couldn’t hear, her earpiece flooded.
Her eyes glancing at the ship as her lungs chest stung from managing to pick up the steam releasing from the ship, knowing there was no time.
Glancing back at Jaemin through blurred vision seeing him shake his head. Her grip traveling to his shoulder causing a small hope flicker in his at her listening to his please only for that hope to drop and get stalled by the pit in his stomach as he watched her fold her legs inwards.
Y/n pushing her legs out against the anti gravity against Jaemin’s suit causing Jaemin to start floating backwards towards the ship, his hand barely missing her leg in an attempt to grab her.
Jaemin screaming her name out as he traveled back towards the ship, watching her eyes flutter shut floating in the same exact place Jaemin had been stuck in previously.
Jeno had made it towards the east wall climbing down fast as he screamed in frustration at the sight in front of him.
Renjun finally overrides the gate denial as the gate slides open from Donghyuck’s constant button pressing.
Jeno grunting as Jaemin’s body hurdled into him pushing the two inwards, right back into the bay c room. The override lasted two more seconds before being automatically shut closed. Gravity turned on as the two landed harshly, falling against each other.
Jeno the first one up as he rushed towards the closed gate slamming into it yelling “Open he fucking door right now!” While Jaemin ripped his helmet off, eyes flying up to the vital signs showing on screen on the wall with the camera screen showing the outside of bay c.
Y/n was in the red zone, the numbers rapidly plummeting towards black zone, Jaemin’s eyes stuck on the screen watching her body floating.
“I SAID OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR SHE’S STILL OUT THERE!” Jeno roared out now, his body repeatedly slamming against the gate door with his shoulder in frantic desperation.
“I can’t, it’s not taking the override code anymore!” Renjun yelled back, reeking of anxiety and stress. While Donghyuck stared at the screen, hand still pressing down on the button, eyes locked on to Y/n’s vitals while Mark was at the window, hands still against the glass as he watched her figure.
Y/n couldn’t hold it any longer as she let her breath go, bubbles floating past her lips before her body automatically sucked in the liquid desperate for air, the liquid burning down her throat like melted metal into her lungs filling.
Mark couldn’t look away even as he saw her body instinctively flinch, suspended floating. He knew she’d finally breathed in, succumbed for her need to breathe.
Donghyuck moved his gaze away knowing he couldn’t stomach the sight of seeing her vitals reach the black zone as he hears Renjun’s frantic typing.
“Open it, open it, just open the goddamn gate!” Jeno yells his shoulder aching with the amount of force he continuously slammed against the gate.
A noise pinging through out the ship as Jaemin’s eyes stared at her zone level. Eyes never leaving it even as Jeno continues slamming against the gate door.
“Jeno stop.” Jaemin called out softly not looking at his friend, his crew mate.
Jeno didn’t. He wouldn’t give up. Not when there was even the slightest chance of getting her back inside.
“Jeno I said stop… it’s black.”
Jeno got four more hard shoves against the gate before his body gave in, knees dropping harshly to the metal flooring. Panting heavily as he raised shaky hands to release his helmet letting it fall loudly to the floor, moving to press his head against the cool metal gate.
“It’s not… it will never be.” Jeno denied trying to run from the truth, from reality.
Though Jaemin had watched it slip from the red to black, watched her heart rate go to 0, watched her body’s automatic flinch from drowning, suffocation on the liquid that was supposed to help her survive.
“Mark?” Donghyuck shakily asked out lost, not knowing what to do, not processing her vital signs properly.
Mark heard him, his hands sliding down to glass and to his sides. Swallowing as he turned around knowing his next words would kill them internally.
“It’s too risky to go out right now, all suits need to be checked for damages before anyone goes outside to retrieve..” Mark couldn’t even utter her name, it would make it real, it would show the reality no one was ready for.
“Fuck…” Renjun whimpered, letting his head slam down over the control panel he’d been typing on, the metal stinging him against the harsh drop on his forehead.
He’d not even 20 minutes ago had her sitting next to him, fiddling with her pocket and listening to her talk about their health check ups and know it would never happen now. she won’t be sitting with him at the next meeting, he won’t her her scold them, wouldn’t feel her play with his fingers in boredom, or fill his mug with coffee without a word noticing when it was empty for him, wouldn’t share midnight talks, feel her lips brush over his forehead when he missed home, none of them would.
Mark felt it in his stomach, the guilt pooling there just like the liquid had pooled in her helmet. If he had taken Chenle’s words she’d still be there. Chenle’s suit wouldn’t have been faulty like hers. He shouldn’t have told her to jump for Jaemin, it had stuck to her mind even if she’d done it without his orders, he should have been harsher with ordering her to tug back towards the ship with her belt then watch her continue her path towards Jaemin. Yet he’d just let it happen.
Donghyuck couldn’t bare the silence from his captain, nor the slighted cries of Renjun as he denied the truth. Running away from the problem as his hand left the control panel rushing out of the control room, shoving past Chenle and Jisung without even a word.
The two frowning having just come back from the panel room, the black out spot where no communications got through.
“Panels are all steady, no damage at all, not even one thing will need repair.” Chenle reported as the two made their way into the control room, only for Jisung’s hand to press against Chenle’s chest noting the tense atmosphere.
Chenle feeling his heart drop to his stomach as he watched Renjun look up his face soaked in tears, a rare and never good sight. Eyes shifting over to Mark’s figure who watched outside.
“What happened?” Jisung barely managed to get out his question yet no one responded.
Chenle took a deep breath in as he rushed over to Mark to push past him to see what he was staring at. It was Y/n, now safety float belt on, as she stayed perfectly still outside.
“Why is she out there without her safety belt, where’s Jaemin and Jeno, they need to get to her before she floats too far.” Chenle turned out of instinct to check her vital screen only to blank upon the sight.
Jisung had already looked when Chenle had been talking as he shook his head hands flying to his head gripping his hair tightly repeatedly saying no as his head shook. He’d eaten breakfast with her, she’d cooked, he’d touched her only 20 minutes ago. How could she be gone in just 20 minutes of last seeing her, it was impossible. His hands started to tug harder against his hair as his breathing pitched, desperately gobbling air into his mouth panicking.
“What the fuck did you all do! What the fuck happened!” Jisung yelled in panic as he felt his fingers pull a few strands of hair out as he lost it, something that hadn’t happened in a year.
“Get her back inside!” Jisung continued dropping into a crouch to hide away from his own emotions that gripped his tight.
“I already said we can’t not right now. All suits need to be evaluated before we can go back outside-” Marks words were cut off as Chenle shoved his hand against his captain's chest, a bold move.
“Are you serious!? By the time the suits get cleared she will be too far to reach!”
Jaemin finally stopped grazing at the dreaded screen looking down at his hands. He shouldn’t have let go of that stupid metal wall, he wouldn’t have floated off, she wouldn’t have had to grab him. Why didn’t she just listen and let him pull them back, it would have been a slim chance of her surviving but it was better than staying still and shoving him back, why did he let go of that metal wall.
Jeno stared at the metal gate as his head was still laying against it lost in thought. He remembered the times he would joke with Y/n outside, they’d become too used to it, to desensitised to it. To the danger.
His fists clenching as he remembered how he’d told her to go with Jaemin, if she’d followed through with her plan to check the west wall perimeter she’d still be alive, she’d still be here. Yet he’d thought he was in the right, putting her with Jaemin, safety in numbers. How could he have predicted the faulty suit, or the beltline snapping. He couldn’t yet he was desperate for something to blame it all on, blame it on anything.
So lost in his thoughts he didn’t even hear the shuttle shifting in the air vents, as Jaemin sat there unable to move just yet his eyes had gone back to the screen.
“You know… she once nearly drowned as a kid.” The thought slipped his lips before he could stop them as Jeno sent a sharp cutting glare his way at the inappropriate choice of words even if it was Jaemin’s way of processing the situation.
Back on earth the control center would find out about the loss of the main medical expert which would be unfortunate but to the crew, who’d known her since training even before getting on board two years ago, they’d lose a part of them.
5 had lost their best friend, one lost their best friend and unrequited love and one person lost their best friend who was their secret lover, their soulmate.
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thinking about the doctor’s black eyes when he gets sick in adventuress
#eighth doctor#the adventuress of henrietta street#what if they stuck around for a little longer. what if
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ive been reading books with AI characters in it and i keep finding again and again that nobody does it like murderbot. also why are ppl so desperate to put the ship AI in a body bro the purpose youve defeated it BOO
#i say this as if its a common occurence when in reality its only happened in 2 books ive read so far#while i rly like becky chambers and trust where shes going with it. makes a face. i wish the previous human/ai romance didnt revolve around#wanting to get the AI a body#i get it i guess.. but still#and the ancilliary series whole things is that a ship ai got stuck in one body#idk man. murderbot trumps AGAIN#ART does get some like. oh whats it called#its got little drone things it can send out in its place but theyre not human shaped#and its still ART#murderbot books please god i wish you were longer#sidenote the fanfic that makes ART and murderbot fuck with physical bodies in a human way suck so bad#not only is murderbot so sex repulsed but also. robot sex would be fundamentally different#anyways whatever idc. i dont. whatever#skeletal chatter
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can someone just please tell me i suck at this so i can finally put myself out of my misery and pull this desire and need to create and have fun and shit out at the roots before it grows again?
#it's not fun anymore.....#but then inevitably the clouds will pass and it will be again#until it loops back around and is no longer fun again#why not just give up on my own? bc what if i am actually wrong#and i dont suck at this and it can be fun the way its supposed to be?#stupid little kernel of hope stuck in my teeth#to the void with love#fandom#creativity
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my dad: yeah i'll be there at 3:30p
me, like a normal person: gets ready & is all set to go by 3:30p literally on the dot.
my dad at 3:45p: sike i'll actually be there at 4:30p
me: great :) love this :)
#liveblogging life#i am a chronic on time person precisely bc i grew up with two parents who could not be on time to save their fucking lives#like im not perfect about it but generally if i say i'm going to see you at a certain time#i will make every effort to get there either precisely on time or 5-10m early#the early thing is what's leftover from japan i think - i always had to be 15m early to stuff there and it's just kind of stuck tbh#but im also neurotic about it - tbh it irritates me SO much when people say a certain time for meeting & then are super late#like i get being a little late or w/e but when it's like 30+ minutes....#my sister's friend was supposed to pick up her kids on thurs & she was like 45m past the time she said she was going to come#and i was going BANANAS like lady i planned the rest of my evening around you being on time! i have places to be! jesus christ!#idk man i feel like im pretty easy going about most things but something about tardiness really unlocks my inner pta mom demon#also irritated bc he was supposed to be picking me up for driving practice#and now that he's going to be an hour late we no longer have time to do it bc we have to be at dinner at 5p#so like. great! there goes an hour i really could have used for practice!#and with. very little time left before im supposed to retake the test and hopefully not fail again lmao
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I also made a card for him (Patreon)
#My art#SCII#Helix#DAX#Don't look at me lol#I considered making one from my bad batch of printouts but nah I have other uses for them still :P#Besides I get to use full colour here! And he deserves it ♥#DAX's cute expressions through Dex's cute face <3#A lot of the details initially started as guesswork but I feel a teensy bit more confident in them now that I've done some looking around ♪#Heights are still undefined tho lol! Max is 5'9'' and Dexter looks to be at least a good few inches taller than he is so#It's pointed at that Dex is ~6 years older than Max - I put him at 8 years older but I'm happy to move their ages closer in my mind <3#More than that I'm happy to have been so close! :D#It's most likely that he's actually 30 by this point but if Max took a two year rather than a four year college course fjdslafd#My thoughts around DAX's age have shifted a little as well bringing in the consideration that VUX have longer lifespans than humans :0#What does 10 years age difference look like when that's proportionally less for VUX than humans!#Speculation for another time lol#I probably could've added more names in his ''Knows'' section but I stuck with the ones I've seen drawings of haha#He probably wouldn't know DOX...#If I'd thought about it for a moment I would've drawn his eyes reverse-open-closed - I like the idea of him and ZEX mirroring each other <3#Well they can both switch hehe#No matter how many of these I make it's so fun to fill out the Personality section hehe - single-word descriptors are very fun!#Seeing how many simple words I can think of to describe someone hehe <3 With minimal overlap and considering connotation! It's fun!!#I love DAX <3 And I love Dex haha it's the same with Max/ZEX! I love them all ♪♫
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captains! with a little bonus Casual:
#updated design for val. ive drawn him before but am no longer satisfied with it#and listen i know its sacrilege to not give valentine the heart shaped tiddy window. and trust me i am allured by it.#but if i could get pretentious about character design for a sec i dont think its all that in character for him if im honest#smthn that always stuck with me wrt val and quad is ryan saying 'val is like a rollercoaster. quad is like skydiving.'#val is a dedicated and professional showman. all about the buildup and mystique amid the exciting ups and downs#so i simply think he'd leave a little more to the imagination. hence a formfitting but not exposing costume#and a nice comfy turtleneck in his downtime <3#i think about val a good bit and i like him a lot but i feel like sometimes people have a very different read of him vibes-wise than i do#val is a showman through and through but i think he's kind of awkward outside the routine and distant spectacle of it.#when people catch him off guard in intros it shows and just listen to him stammer his way through that serious talk with heartbreak#he's percieved publically as The Perfect Man to some extent- order says so#and between barry and kakyoin i dont think thats a matter of her personal taste.#and he does want a significant other but when you're thought of as the perfect man only people with obnoxious egos think they deserve you#and to circle back to the conversation with heartbreak.#theres sometimes a compulsion to compare val and crimson to quad and order for Red Trauma reasons but#i think its interesting that one of the only times Val's ever talked about his experience with crimson he compared him to cupid.#especially since. like cupid. Crimson expressed similar obliviousness to what he'd done wrong in cpuk orange#seemingly genuinely not understanding why Valentine refused to be around him#anyhow. i also think Quad's helmet was attached and didnt come off until J0hn got to fiddle with him#for the Symbolism of revealing the face = him gaining access to all of his feelings he wasnt allowed <3#cpu kerfuffle
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(( I am once again thinking about her:
or more specifically; her deceased "counter-part"... ))
#[ooc]#[mun talking]#r; Tohko#r; Princess#listen.... listen tho....#what IF... Princess never died tho?.... -breathes-#i need to go to sleep bc i have a packed day today but... brain-worms are buzzing#i might write something later as an AU thing#i think they (Touma/Princess) would have a v interesting relationship/dynamic if she'd stuck around longer tbh#i feels like her feelings were a little more... 'questionable' if you know what i mean? whereas for Touma it was always about himself#but on another note: QmQ Tohko bby... you didn't deserve this bs#[R] Kouzaburou*
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