#and i wouldn't blame her because i would too

[trinity15]

INTO THE SPIDERVERSE

Spiderman! Andrea Kimi Antonelli x fem! reader word cound: 4k summary: Because of a machine invented by a scientist Kimi is sent to another universe that forces him to relive his greatest trauma and…drive fast? Italian! Reader (Not really but she lives in Bologna). Same title as the movie but is not the same story, is just that i dont have any imagination for titles. I've made some changes in the F1 calendar for the story to make sense. I'm sorry if something doesn't make sense, i was too lazy so i wrote it in my native language and later translate it with the translator (I checked it a couple of times to see if something did not make sense but still).

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25th of August, 2024. Bologna.

No.

No.

No, no, no, no.

Today should have been one of the best days of his life. Y/n had planned everything to make Kimi's birthday memorable, but a turn of events would make it horribly memorable. So much so, that just remembering the date would make his heart compress with grief and sadness.

The explosion had dragged him several meters away from where he was before, face to face with the green goblin, and had knocked him unconscious. Kimi raised his head and opened his eyes, dazed, lost, confused. He couldn't see well, he couldn't hear well either. The abandoned factory where he had been fighting with the green goblin, whose identity he did not yet know, had been reduced to ruins. And worst of all? There was no trace of him anymore, he was alone, he had lost him. Surely he had felt that the explosion had finished him off and he had left in triumph.

When Kimi was finally able to stand upright without needing to lean somewhere, he remembered Y/n.

Oh, shit.

She was with him. He had told her to stay away, to go home, but his girlfriend was stubborn and he knew it. She followed them to the factory and Kimi now didn't know where she was.

Kimi looked around, his hear rate was increasin fast. “Y/n!” He tried to scream her name, he was just looking for an answer, he didn't care if it was an incoherent scream, his name back or anything, he just needed to know she was okay. “Y/N!? Fuck, where are you?” no answer, no noise, he only heard the echo of his own screams.

He was weak, his whole body ached, but the desperation to find her allowed him to move. He would not allow himself to give in to the pain until he knew where Y/n was. A few more steps allowed Kimi to see a body on the ground. He didn't need to see her face, nor distinguish the color of her clothes to know who she was.

“Y/N!” Kimi started running in the direction of his girlfriend's lifeless body. Once he arrived it took him time to assimilate the situation. He dropped his body on his knees in front of her, took off his mask and lifted her face with his hands. With extreme care he wiped the dust of the explosion from her skin.

"No... Don't do this to me, don't go. Y/n, please..." It wasn’t real. It couldn’t be real. “I’m okey, see? I’m alive, Y/n I’m…“ Tears wouldn't stop flowing from his eyes. She was dead because of him. He had condemned her to love him and that had led her to die for him. This day should have been a dream, but it had turned into a nightmare, a nightmare he would never forget.

Thursday, August 21, 2025. Bologna.

“Thank you very much Mr. Wolff for giving me the opportunity to work with you” Kimi shook Dr. Toto Wolff's hand enthusiastically. It was the opportunity of a lifetime, to work at Woscorp even if it was only for four months, until the end of the year.

Y/n's aunt worked there as a scientist and had offered Kimi the chance to have a job with the company, even if it was a small one. For an 18 year old teenager with a bright future ahead of him this opportunity meant a great deal personally.

He was extremely glad that Y/n's family did not blame him for her death. On the day of the explosion the firemen arrived and the first to enter the building was Y/n's father. He saw Kimi kneeling on the floor, crying, hugging his daughter's body and wearing the Spiderman suit. Kimi just said sorry and left, not looking him in the face and praying that his girlfriend's father wouldn't say anything about his identity.

"We are more than delighted to have you here Kimi. Remember to come tomorrow at the same time so I can show you around the facility" Kimi just smiled, nodded several times and left after saying goodbye.

Once he was far enough from the company he called his best friend, Oliver Bearman. He was British but came to Italy to study two years ago and he and Kimi had become really close.

“Man, I'm in, I'm going to work at Woscorp.” Ollie could sense Kimi's excitement in his voice.

“That's great!, but remember we're meeting to celebrate your birthday today.” Ollie would be heading back to London with his family the next day to spend the last two weeks of summer they had left, so he wasn't going to be able to be there for Kimi's birthday.

Later that day Ollie was waiting for Kimi sitting on a bench at their usual meeting point. Kimi, as usual, was late.

Half an hour later Kimi arrived, his hair wet and trying to catch his breath. “Wow, only half an hour late, record time” Ollie said in a sarcastic tone.

“Ha, ha. you know-” before Kimi could finish the sentence Ollie stepped forward and completed it for him, “spiderman duties. I know, I was kidding.”

The plan Ollie had prepared was simple: go to the movies and then go to his house to talk and spend some time together doing nothing.

After going to see the movie Kimi and Ollie arrived at Ollie's house. The good thing about his best friend's house was that it was always empty, because he lived alone, and they could talk freely about the other part of his life, the extraordinary part, Spiderman.

His life hadn't been the same since the spider bit him. The day Ollie found out that Kimi was Spiderman wasn't so chaotic, but when Y/n found out it was horrible.

Ollie just stood there quietly, saying nothing, in shock. Then he started asking him a thousand questions: Did the bite hurt? How did you realize you had powers? What was the coolest villain you've ever faced?

On the other hand, Y/n realized it on her own, after noticing several strange behaviors from her boyfriend. She never told him, she didn't want to accept it. That's exactly why Y/n was ignoring Kimi for several days and he didn't understand why. Y/n didn't agree with Kimi risking his life in that way and after a very strong fight between the two Kimi made her a promise: to always come back to her to show her that he was okay.

Kimi sat on Ollie's bed as if it was his own home. He dropped his body on the mattress and let out a sigh. “It's going to be a year” Kimi's voice had taken on a sadder tone.

Ollie already knew what his friend was referring to, and hated to see him suffering and blaming himself on his own birthday. “The worst part of it all is that the green goblin is still out there and I don't know who he is.”

“Well, he hasn't reappeared since that day either” Ollie was right. The green goblin hadn't reappeared since Y/n died and it was something that made Kimi uneasy, always kept him on his toes. If he showed up again Spiderman would be ready to finally defeat him and not cause another misfortune.

“Anyway, tell me how it was at Woscorp, do you have to come back tomorrow?” Ollie changed the subject in an attempt to lighten the mood. Kimi looked up at him and smiled, it was a small, weak smile but visible enough for Ollie to see that Kimi was thanking him for talking about something else.

He was grateful to have Ollie as a friend, they understood each other and complemented each other. Kimi couldn't be himself without Ollie, and he couldn't be Spiderman without him either.

Friday, August 22, 2025. Bologna.

Kimi arrived 15 minutes early at Worscop. He didn't want to be late and make a bad impression, plus he was excited to see the facility where he would start working next month.

“Kimi! what a surprise to see you so early.” Kimi turned around, surprised. Behind him was Toto Wolf with his typical smile. “I guess you're ready to start the tour” Kimi only nodded and followed him inside the building.

The company was huge and Kimi admired every detail like a little boy. The laboratories had the latest technologies and the company's inventions and new products looked promising. The building also had common places ideal for resting, these had a warmer and cozier design.

“I always like to save the best for last” Toto glanced sideways at Kimi who was gawking at some scientists discussing about a project while others were doing an experiment he had never seen in his life.

The two stopped at a metal door. Next to it was a glass window to see inside the room and a table with controls. “This is to my credit, I invented and built it, and it's finally finished.” Toto turned to look at Kimi. “Would you like to look inside and see what it does?” Kimi, without a second thought, nodded excitedly and entered the room. Toto stood outside at the controls.

The room was small and dark. All the walls, floor and ceiling were covered with what looked like identical machines, symmetrically placed. Wires were also visible and ran from the ceiling to the center of the floor. Kimi was fascinated and the curiosity he felt to see it all working was huge.

“Cool right?” Kimi heard Toto's voice through the speakers. He looked at Toto in the eyes and nodded, signaling that he could turn on the machine(s), that he was ready to see the room work. Toto just smirked.

The room began to light up and warm up at the same time. Kimi looked around in wonder. “Good luck Spiderman” Toto's words made him lock his gaze on him in seconds but the shock of the moment didn't let him react. In a second Kimi felt his body fall into the void and started to see everything black, until he didn't feel anything anymore.

Friday, August 22, 2025. Bologna???

Kimi woke up in a small room. He sat up and looked around. White walls, a mirror and a bedside table with a bottle of water and his cell phone. A closet, with very few clothes, and a bed where he was sitting right now. He got up and approached the closet. There were only T-shirts with the Mercedes logo and many other sponsor’s logos. There were also two pairs of weird sneakers that he clearly wasn't going to wear to go outside to walk, but then what were they used for?

Kimi thought about his Spiderman suit, was he still wearing it? he separed his shirt a little from his body to see if he still had his suit on underneath. When he saw the red fabric he let out a sigh of relief.

Where was he at? Where had that machine teleported him to? How did Toto know he was Spiderman?

Kimi grabbed his cell phone and looked at the notifications. Missed calls and unread messages from his mother, from his father, from…, from Y/n. Y/n? It wasn't possible, she was dead. In four days it would be a year since her death. He himself embraced the lifeless body of his girlfriend.

Quickly Kimi unlocked his phone and called Y/n, he needed to hear her voice, to make sure it was real and not a bad joke.

On the third ring Y/n answered. "Kimi! You hadn't answered my calls and I was about to call you." Her voice was the same, she was alive, she was talking to him right now.

“Y/n?” his voice came out weak and nervous, he couldn't believe it.

“Yes. Are you okay Kimi? is something wrong? you sound strange” Y/n replied worriedly. Kimi not to alarm her only decided to continue the conversation. "Yes, yes… why did you call me?"

"I just wanted to tell you that tomorrow I won't go to the paddock because I have to attend the university, but I will try to finish the work I have pending so I can go on Saturday to the Qualy and on Sunday to the race." Paddock? race and qualy? Y/n was talking about Formula 1?

"Yeah, okay, no problem. I'll call you later, okay Y/n?" Kimi hung up the call and put the cell phone back on the nightstand. He looked at himself in the mirror, trying to figure out what was going on. He changed his clothes and put on his Mercedes T-shirt. If he was going to be there, whether for a short or long time, then he would have to act like he belonged there.

As he left the room and walked down the stairs he followed some people into what looked like a garage.“Ah Kimi! I thought you had fallen asleep, I was going to go wake you up now, in half an hour you have to go out on track.” Now kimi was even more confused. The gentleman who was talking to him looked like he knew him. He looked around. A formula one car, lots of screens and the typical headphones they use to listen to the radio.

Kimi was a big fan of formula one but he had never expected to be in that situation, as if in this universe he worked in it. Because he had assumed that, that he was in another universe, otherwise how would he explain that Y/n was alive then?

Thirty minutes later Kimi was inside the car with a special suit on and a helmet covering his entire head. As expected, he had set the worst time among the 20 drivers. If in his universe he had only driven his father's car, to practice for his driver's license, and had played the formula one video game on the playstation, how was he going to know how to drive a formula one out of nowhere? At least he didn't crash into any walls.

Kimi got out of the car as best as he could and took off his helmet. “Sorry guys, I'm having a bad day” The engineers understood Kimi but they were concerned. They needed the points and they needed both drivers to score and Kimi didn't look like he was even going to finish the race.

The Mercedes staff said goodbye to Kimi, encouraging him. They told him that tomorrow's free practice 3 and qualifying would probably go better for him, Kimi doubted it but he wasn't going to tell them anything either.

When he got back to the room, which he now understood to be his driver's room, he plopped down on the mattress. He picked up his cell phone and just then a Twitter notification popped up with the news that a building was on fire and that firefighters were trying to save as many people as possible.

Kimi jumped up and ran out of the paddock. In a corner he took off his clothes leaving only his spiderman suit and went in the direction of the burning building.

When he arrived at the building he saw people shouting from the balconies and firefighters helping, but they were too slow. A policeman who was otside the building approached Kimi “Hey kid, I don't know what game you're playing, but this is no time to come dressed up and get in the way.�� That's when Kimi understood that in that universe they didn't have Spiderman either, everything was so different there.

Instead of leaving Kimi climbed up the building and pulled as many people out as posible, even faster than the firemen. An old woman approached him and asked him to go inside her house to look for her cat. Kimi did, he went inside the house. He risked his life to save a cat, because that's what Spiderman does. The apartment was full of smoke but there were not so many flames. Kimi saw the cat in a corner and picked it up. It was at that moment that he noticed a bomb placed on another corner, it looked like it was intentionally placed there. It was also the exact same bomb that had killed Y/n in his universe. There was no Spiderman here, but the fucking green goblin was, and it was going to be his turn to finish him off once and for all.

He got out with the cat before the bomb exploded and returned it to the lady. Seconds later the bomb exploded and that whole part of the building was destroyed. Kimi looked to the side and saw a figure flying away. “Son of a bitch” Kimi went running towards the goblin, waddling in his webs. Spiderman and the green goblin came face to face again on the roof of another building.

“What a surprise Spiderman” The green goblin was trying to unnerve Kimi. On the other hand Kimi's anger was growing. This was his chance, he just had to finish him off right there.

The two started to fight each other, a melee battle. Kimi ended up immobilized by the goblin, his body was full of wounds and blows. “You are weak against me, Spiderman” and with those words the goblin flew away, leaving Kimi there, desperate and angry. Again, another fucking time he had defeated him and he had taken off.

He didn't know why he was doing this, maybe out of habit after the promise he made her in his universe, or maybe to feel better after what had just happened. He leaned against the window and tapped on it. The window opened without warning and Kimi fell into the room. He let out a sound of pain and looked up. Y/n was shocked, confused, she didn't know what was going on. Who was the lunatic in spiderman costume that had fallen inside her room?

“I'm fine” Kimi's voice was weak, he was tired after the fight. Y/n helped him up, sat him on her bed and left the room. Then she came back with a first aid kit to heal his wounds.

Y/n sat in front of Kimi. “Who are you?” Kimi didn't want to tell her, he didn't want to make the same mistake as in his universe. Telling her that he was spiderman would lead to her death. He didn't want that, not again.

“It doesn't matter” Kimi downplayed it and looked down. Y/n only frowned.

“It does matter” she snapped back at him. “I'd like to know who's in my room right now, I don't feel like having a crazy person in front of me, because at the moment you meet all the requirements for being a crazy person.” Kimi sighed and lifted his head slightly, giving Y/n access to remove his mask. Y/n carefully removed it until it reached his nose. She didn't remove it all the way and left it there. She didn't need any more, she already knew who he was. She opened the first aid kit and began to clean his wounds. “You're crazy” she whispered, Kimi only let out a little laugh.

It didn't seem real to him. He had Y/n in front of him, after so long they were together again. Y/n's reaction this time to his identity had been much calmer than in the other universe. She hadn't seen his full face yet but she already knew who he was and was calmly cleaning his wounds. “Only you could come up with the idea of dressing up as a character from a comic book and sneaking into a burning building to save people” Kimi only let out whimpers from the stinging he felt as Y/n cleaned his wounds. He had already realized that there was no Spiderman in that universe, but he didn't expect him to be a fictional character. No wonder people had treated him like a crazy person when he appeared in the burning building.

Once Y/n finished cleaning his wounds she put everything away in the first aid kit and left it on the floor. She stood there, looking at him, and cradled his face with her hands. “But you're my favorite crazy person” Y/n whispered those words against Kimi's lips and the only thing he could do was smile. Their lips connected and Kimi felt like the happiest man in the world. How he had longed to kiss her again, to touch her again. He had missed her so much. They broke apart for a second, Y/n pulled his mask off completely and kissed him again. They were kissing as if it was the last time they where going to kiss each other, and deep inside kimi he knew that that might be the case.

Monday, August 25, 2025. Bologna but in the universe where he is a F1 driver.

His weekend as a Formula 1 driver had not been successful. He was last in qualifying and failed to finish the race. Luckily Y/n was there to support him.

The green goblin had not reappeared. He also discovered that his boss in this universe was Toto Wolff. The person who had brought him to this universe, who knew he was spiderman, is also here, in this universe. Kimi suspected that he was the green goblin, but had no proof to confirm it.

Today was his birthday and Y/n had insisted on making a special plan. They were walking down a street with very few people, on the suburbs of the city so Kimi could have privacy. Celebrity life was stressful for him and he was still not used to it. Suddenly Kimi stopped in his tracks and Y/n who was holding his hand looked at him with a confused expression. “Are you okay?” Y/n asked, but Kimi just looked around, until he saw smoke coming out of a factory. “Y/n go home.” It was an order, and if Y/n didn't obey it he would take her home himself, he would not put her in danger again.

“I'm not going home, I'm going to stay with you.” Y/n had already decided, she would not leave Kimi alone. “Yes you're going to leave and we're not going to discuss it Y/n” she, instead of answering him, started running in the direction of the factory. Kimi followed behind. “Y/n please go home” Y/n turned around, looked into his eyes and replied. “Together or nothing” And that's when Kimi realized what day it was and the situation they were in.

No matter what universe they were in, it was always going to end the same. It was the same scenario as a year ago in his own universe and he knew that even if he tried to do anything to change the fate, it was going to be in vain and Y/n was going to end up dead. Because his girlfriend was stubborn and he knew it. Because the love Y/n felt for Kimi was just as strong as the love he felt for her, and if Kimi was willing to sacrifice himself for her Y/n was willing to sacrifice herself for him too, and that's what was going to happen.

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[mona-risms]

*raising my hand like a nerdy mf*

Erm how would sex work with rumi if she's got her demon marks and she's hiding them from us

A few methods :3c though I'd like to think the demon glamour applies to her too. So if you were genuinely just a normal civilian you probably won't even be able to see shit on her skin flat-out unless she gets emotionally charged in a not-fun way 🤷‍♀️ like with Bobby and the Honmoon. Otherwise?

The most obvious would be clothed sex, and probably the most accessible too, in the way that K-Pop idols are often busy (esp top idols) so they maybe wouldn't have a lot of time to themselves. You could do it while she's in her costumes, or maybe sometime around practice time in a private space

Another would be with the lights off. At least then you've got much less of a chance to see every detail of her, and when you undress her and notice something Strange, she can blame it on the trick of the light or, if you're aware of her demon-slaying, she can just say it's bruises

Also? Sensory deprivation. Putting a blindfold on you in the guise of how she loves the way you touch her in such a carnal way despite not even being able to see her (though it's not so much a guise and more of an win-win excuse bc she does enjoy it). This way you won't be able to see anything at all, and you get to feel and hear and taste everything so much more 😜😜😜

With all this in mind though I think it'd only ever work if, again, a) you just plain can't see her demon markings and b) your sex life actually isn't all that active. Which honestly? I can't see pre-movie Rumi being sexually active BECAUSE she's trying to hide anything that might make ANYONE see her as a monster. Post-movie? She's definitely a menace with it you'll be drained DRY now that she can show you without much reservation. But pre-movie, you'd genuinely have to respect the fact that sex comes at a special occasion, not just bc she's busy but bc of her fears

[holy-moly-dawling]

Fly Me To The Moon | Five

Hermes x Fem!Reader (Modern)

(Art Credit: Zieru)

"So, what's it like? Being a God I mean?" Asked Y/n. She and Hermes were on the couch in the living room. They didn't sit too close to each other, not like they have been before. Hermes wanted to make her comfortable, to give her space. He didn't want to risk frightening her.

"It's..." Hermes began. "It's complicated, to put it simply..."

But Y/n, she felt the urge to move closer to him. To full admire him in his entirety, his true self. Her eyes kept wondering to the feathers. They were pressed tightly closed against his head, tense.

His clothes fit perfectly to the era he was born into. There was a lavish appearance to them, however. They were also comfortable, easy to move around in. And considering the amount of running and flying he does, he'd needed clothes that would allow him to move freely.

And from where she sat, she could see now that his once hazel eyes, were now pure golden. His gaze was lowered at his hands, that never seemed to still. He was nervous.

Y/n didn't think Gods could be nervous. And yet, here Hermes sat as if readied to be scolded or yelled at. But she didn't blame him for acting this way. It was obvious to her, that Hermes valued her opinion of him. More than that, she knew how much he cared about her.

"Complicated how?" Asked Y/n.

And this sudden news might have been what tears them apart. But it wouldn't be. Y/n didn't want it to be. She was confused, still a little shocked, but she didn't by any means dislike Hermes now. She didn't even hate him.

Hermes had no say in his Godhood, he was born into it. He had his reasons for hiding himself in the modern era.

Because of exactly this.

Y/n couldn't help but wonder, if Hermes had done this for any other human before he met her. Did he ever tell them? If he didn't, did he simply break things off with them? Disappear forever, continuing to live on while they grew old and die?

Never to see each other again...

Y/n felt relieved. Hermes could have easily left her before she ever knew about who he really was. Someone as amazing as Hermes had came into her life, and in an instant, he could have been gone from it for the rest of her life.

And yet, he chose to stay. He chose to tell her. And for that, Y/n couldn't have been more grateful.

"We Gods have lives like any mortal would, however, our lives never end." Said Hermes. "And of course, we have abnormal abilities. Controlling the elements, inhumane strength and stamina, creating something from nothing, powers beyond all mortal comprehension, and so on."

Hermes continued. "And you'd think once you are given your purpose, life would be easy. You know what your place among the divine is, and it will continue to be so until the end of all things..."

"But?" Y/n prompted.

"But it gets boring after millennia." Hermes sighed. "I might be the only one who feels this way. But I am so glad you humans evolved like you did. Made things less dull, for me that is."

Y/n scoots a little closer to him, Hermes looked up at her. Yes, she could see it clearly now. His eyes. Were all Gods' eyes this beautiful?

"I guess it would get boring, if you had to deliver mail forever." She joked. Hermes cracked a smile. "Come on now, you know me better than that." He said. "I did much more than just deliver things."

Y/n laughed lightly. "Yeah I know. You stole Apollo's cows when you were minutes old. You helped Odysseus save his crew from Circe, and you got him off of Calypso's island. Oh and, don't you guide souls to the Underworld?"

"Yes, I've done it all." Hermes nods. "I also invented the telephone, you're welcome."

"You did not!" Y/n laughed. Hermes laughed as well. "No, but I did persuade the man who did. Just a little divine intervention is all it took."

Their laughter died down after a moment, and once again, silence took over. Y/n lowered her gaze to her lap, she wanted to say something. There was one question that bugged her more than any other right now, but she wasn't sure how to ask.

But she had to know. So, Y/n took a breath, and summoned the courage to just say it.

"Why choose me? If there's Gods, then there has to be other divine creatures, why not someone like that? Why just...me? A human?"

Hermes paused a moment to think before answering her. "Because I like you." Y/n furrowed her brows. That couldn't have been it. No way it was that simple. She looked to him, a serious look on her face as she spoke. "I mean it." She said firmly.

Hermes met her gaze, just as firm, just as serious. "So do I."

Before she could doubt him again, he continued. "I've always prefered humans over Gods, or nymphs, or whoever else. Humans have a certain way about them, that draws me in every time. I've always enjoyed their company, whether it be platonic or romantic. You are no different." He went on.

"I chose you, because I like you. Yes, I found you attractive when I first saw you. Then, I got to see that your personality matches your appearance. Beautiful. I found myself wanting to savor the time I had with you, unlike so many other of my flings." Hermes takes her hands with his own.

"I really do care about you, Y/n. Which is why it was so hard for me to tell you about myself. I didn't want to scare you away. Those days we were apart was agony, I couldn't bare it a second longer. I wanted nothing more than to be with you again."

Y/n nearly teared up at his words. She couldn't tell if it was his thousands of years of experience, or if it was just his divinity making his words feel so much more impactful. She never knew a guy could be so loving with just words alone.

"I didn't like being away from you either, Hermes." Said Y/n sadly. "I was just...so confused. And, I might have had a bit of an existential crisis about it, but once I calmed down and had time to think about it...I realized, you are still you. Even if you were some ethereal being, you were still the same charming guy I met that day at the museum."

Hermes felt his heart still a beat, his hands that held hers tightened slightly in anticipation. "So, does that mean we can still be together?" He asked her. Y/n smiled warmly, then leaned in to kiss his cheek.

"Yes, we can. But I want nothing but the truth from now on!"

Hermes could have died a happy God right then. He stood from the couch, lifting Y/n into his arms as he did so, and spun around while laughing. "Oh, darling! You have no idea what this means to me!"

Y/n giggled and held onto him tight as not to fall. "Hermes! Calm down!"

Hermes stopped, but did not let her go. "Calm down? The most lovely woman alive just gave me a second chance! I'm going to be ecstatic about this for the next century!" He said before kissing her temple, then whispered softly to her.. "Darling, so long as I'm here you will know nothing but love and adoration."

After Hermes revealed himself a God, life for him and Y/n couldn't have been better. Y/n had never seen Hermes so happy and carefree. He could finally be himself around her, he didn't have to hide anything from her anymore.

And because of that, their relationship blossomed that much more into something beautiful.

Hermes would bring her gifts and trinkets from all around the world, even from his home on Olympus. Speaking of,

Y/n grew more curious about Olympus and it's divine beings. She wanted to know more about them, and Hermes was more than happy to tell her. For starters, she learned that she has already met another God from Olympus without knowing.

Hermes's younger brother, Dion. Or, Dionysus rather. Y/n was half thrilled and half worrisome. Did she make a good first impression? What did Dionysus think of her?

Hermes assured her that Dionysus liked her fine, and not to think about it too much. However, he thought it might be a good idea for the two to meet, properly this time.

So, Hermes sought out his half-brother to make arrangements. When the idea was brought up with Dionysus, he was immediately on board.

"Bring her here, to Olympus! We can show her a wonderful time here, she'd love it! Didn't you say she was fascinated by us Gods?"

Dionysus' words replayed in Hermes head as he hurried back to Y/n's home. From there he'd tell her of the news. And while Y/n was over the moon to go to Olympus, she was also cautious.

"Am I even allowed up there?" She asked Hermes.

"Well...Technically, no." Said Hermes, before quickly adding. "But! I can sneak you in. It won't be a problem, trust me." Y/n was hesitant. What if she and Hermes gets caught? What then? Hermes would be punished, and Y/n...she didn't want to think about what might happen...

"Now let's get a move on. Dionysus likes to pregame every party he throws. He might be plastered by the time we get there." Hermes chuckled.

The two left the house, Y/n locking the front door behind her. Thankfully it was late enough where no one would be outside. The soft chirping of crickets added to the silent night air.

Hermes then scooped Y/n into his arms. Y/n felt her heart flutter around in her chest. Hermes held her so effortlessly, as if she weighed nothing at all.

"Uh...Wait. Hermes?" Y/n asks, looking to him. "How do we get to Olympus?"

Hermes snickered before saying. "Hold on tight, love." Then took off running. Y/n did as he said, her grip tightening when Hermes took a leap into the air. She gasped sharply and her eyes shut tight. She felt her stomach drop as they went higher and higher into the air.

"Have you never flown before?" Asked Hermes with a laugh. Y/n, without opening her eyes, answered. "Yes! But in a plane! With walls! Not just in open sky!"

"I won't drop you, darling." Hermes tells her. "Open your eyes, enjoy the view. It's a lovely night, you can see the stars so clearly from up here."

Slowly, hesitantly, Y/n opened one of her eyes. Only to immediately shut it again when she caught a glimpse of the sky whooshing past her. She took a shaky breath, calming herself, before opening both eyes.

Hermes was right, the stars could be seen so much clearly now. Y/n seemingly forgotten about her fear, and took in the scenery, and all it's beauty, fully now.

"It's so..." Y/n trailed off, distracted by the calming colors of black and blue, mixed with glittering and shimmering of the stars. "Dazzling?" Hermes finished. Y/n nods. Then something else captures her attention.

In the distance, a large mountain, that towered all else, could be seen peaking out from the clouds. Y/n's eyes widened in amazement. "Is that Olympus?" She asked aloud.

"That, it is." Hermes confirms. "Time to take a more stealthy approach. Sorry you won't get much of a scenic view." He dips low, causing Y/n's stomach to drop once more. She held onto him tight as Hermes skillfully soared around back of the mountain.

He eventually landed in the crest of the mountain, and set Y/n on the ground. Y/n held onto him, still feeling a bit dizzy after the flight. "Now." Began Hermes. "You'll need to fit in. No offense, but your modern fashion sticks out here like a sore thumb."

Y/n playfully rolled her eyes. "Well, it's not exactly like I had time to make a outfit change."

"Not to worry, I have that covered." Said Hermes. Before Y/n could question him, he dashed off in a blink of an eye. Then returned after a few seconds, this time, holding a white chiton dress.

"Where did you-"

"Don't worry about it." Hermes hands the chiton to Y/n. "Now hurry and put this on." Y/n takes the chiton, then looks to Hermes, who stared at her expectantly.

"Hermes." Y/n said bluntly.

"Yes, darling?" Asked Hermes.

"Turn around."

Hermes sighed before turning his back to her. "Oh will I ever get to see my beloved in her full naked glory?"

"Someday, maybe." Y/n laughs before undressing. She quickly puts on the chiton before giving Hermes the ok to turn around again. When he did, the biggest smile formed on his face. "Oh darling! You look outstanding!"

Y/n smiles bashfully. "Oh, you." She playfully swoons.

"Right, now onto Dionysus." Hermes said before leading Y/n. "Now, I have to warn you. A Dionysus party, for an inexperienced mortal, can be a bit...jarring." He tells her. Y/n looks to him curiously. "I've heard tales of his cults. I have a bit of an idea..."

"Yes, well, I made sure he knew to keep things simple this time. Thankfully he agreed. But knowing Dionysus, his meaning of simple could be vastly different from what I intended."

Y/n smiled and held Hermes' hand. "Thank you for looking out for me, Hermes." She says warmly. Hermes smiles and gives her hand a gentle squeeze. "Always, my darling."

As the two walked, the sound of festivities could faintly be heard. And as they grew closer, it was clear that they were in the right spot. Hermes lead Y/n through the bushes and into a clearing. There, many people, mortals and divine beings alike, were enjoying the party. Dancing, drinking, laughing, there wasn't anyone who wasn't having a good time.

And at the center of it all, was Dionysus.

[pain-is-too-tired]

Captured Sunlight

Ship: Solangelo

Au:Fantasy (Prince Nico and Fae/Fairy Will)

Ao3 Link

TW: Mentions of past neglect/dehumanization

“What is this?”

Nico scowled at the noble standing before them, seeming to not notice one bit how disinterested any of the royals seemed at the offerings he brought to them.

“A gift Your Highness! Sunfae from above Hyperborea!” The noble bowed as he motioned to the covered cage his servant held.

Nico bit back a sharp comment,if it had been just a bird of some sort that would have been fine, but surely this noble wasn't serious?

“What's Sunfae?” Hazel, Nico's younger sister, leaned over and whispered. Her eyes focused on the noble in confusion.

“Beings that supposed to be extinct.” Nico whispered back, trying to keep his head held up. Despite his father and stepmother clearly also being disinterested in the boastful noble, he knew that had to keep up appearances for political reasons. Zeus had a tendency to complain when nobles from his kingdom weren't given proper respect. Really, Nico preferred it when his cousins would come along instead. It was much more simple to respect Jason or Thaila than it was Zeus' courtiers.

“We appreciate the gifts,Lord Minos.” Nico's father said, almost through gritted teeth. “I'm sure you're tired from your travels. Alecto,please guide them to their quarters for their stay.”

Alecto,one of the captains of the royal guard,glared at Minos before motioning him and his servants to follow her out of the throne room.

Once he was gone, Nico turned to his father.

“Surely he wasn't serious.” Nico scowled, looking towards the still covered cage. Whoever or whatever was in it hadn't made a sound.

“Sadly,I have a feeling he was.” Hades sighed.

“If it is shouldn't we free it-” Bianca, Nico's older sister, started.

“I'm afraid it wouldn't be good to do so.” Persephone, Nico's step mother and the queen, sighed. “It would be dangerous. Caring for it here will be safer.”

Nico wasn't sure how to feel about that, really didn't he know what to make of Minos at all. The noble used to be his tutor,but that was cut down quickly after an incident Nico tried not to think about. Zeus was upset,mainly because Nico had kicked Minos' groin during said incident,but Persephone didn't even give him much of a chance to get an answer from Nico's father before chewing the King of Olympia out.

Afterwards, Nico avoided Lord Minos whenever he was sent to their kingdom. He found it suspicious that Minos would give anything to him like this.

“I'll keep an eye on them then.”Nico said about the supposed Sunfae. He couldn't help but admit he was curious,if Minos was being honest it certainly was rare to see a race believed to be extinct.

“Can be done then.” Hades nodded to one of the guards.

“Will you bring this to his quarters, be careful.”

Reyna,a guard most trusted around Nico, dipped her head, carefully she picked up the covered cage,a soft sound could be heard from within as she did, before heading out of the throne room.

Nico watched her go, feeling uneasy.

Dinner went by fast, of course the nobles joined which only made it awkward.

Bianca leaned over to Nico, whispering so Lord Minos couldn't hear.

“Queen Persephone looks like she's about to punch him.” She whispered, trying to hide a grin.

Nico snorted, “Considering I believe she's close to Lady Ariadne, I don't blame her.”

He poked at his food, which didn't go unnoticed by either of his sisters.

“Are you thinking about the fae?” Hazel asked quietly.

Nico's face scrunched up.

“I don't even know what they look like yet.” He said. “Or if they speak English.”

“Don't stress it too much.” Bianca said. “The queen was right,he's safer in your hands than where Minos and others could grab him again.”

That felt like a lot of pressure, but at the same time…

“You're right.” Nico sighed.

“Of course I'm right, I'm your big sister.” Bianca grinned in return.

After dinner Nico excused himself and slipped away from the others towards his chambers.

He entered his room quietly, closing the door behind him before letting out a sigh.

He kicked off his boots(not princely like, but whatever),threw his overcoat over a chair before going and collapsing into his bed with a groan.

He laid like that for a moment, before remembering events from earlier. Immediately his stomach twisted as he sat up at the edge of his bed, looking towards the still covered cage. Still no noise came from it,part of him feared that the fae wasn't even still alive. He chided himself, he should've had it checked over first.

Better do so now rather than later.

Nico got up, going over to his desk. He felt himself listening for any noise he could hear. He could make out faint breathing, that was good. Still, he didn't want to frighten the little thing.

“Alright, gonna check on you. Okay? Don't freak out on me.”

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Will was freaking out.

He had been the last couple weeks. He honestly didn't know how he had the energy to keep doing so.

It was his own fault. He'd been too slow, he knew better than to give a human or sorcerer a chance to catch him. He could've been faster, he *should've* been faster.

He hardly remembered much of the whole ordeal, the king that he was first brought too hardly gave him a second glance. He had the noble who's servant had caught him do as he wished.

Will didn't want to think about it anymore. He knew humans were dangerous, his parents(especially his father) had hardly anything good to say. Still, he rather had gone without experiencing it himself.

Will didn't remember exactly when they'd begun to move him. They kept the small semi domed cage he was in covered almost at all times. The only light he'd really seen in the past couple weeks had been dim candle light. He missed the sun. Painfully so, in the very meaning of the word.

When they stopped finally, he heard voices. More humans, what were they gonna do to him now?

He shook, curling up on the cold floor of the cage. Maybe if he stayed quiet they'd forget he was there. A foolish hope for a chance at freedom.

When he started to be moved again he let out a squeak, curling up more. He just hardly noticed when they stopped, and he was in complete silence.

Will carefully raised his head, his breathing shaky. Where was he now? The place he'd been kept in before had a certain echo and chill to it. A place more of work for the human he supposed. Yet, where he was now? Seemed warmer, less breeze or echo. He wasn't sure if that was a good sign or not. It wasn't fresh air, yet it wasn't cold and damp either.

When the door opened , and dim candle light flooded the room again, Will froze. The fae perked his ears to listen. He heard whoever just entered moving around, the candle light seeping through the edges from the bottom of the cage and the fabric covering it.

The candle must been placed close by. He thought.

He heard the creaking of a bed and a groan. His mind tried to think on what to do, this had to be someone new.

Had they mentioned a prince at some point? Maybe one of the other humans mentioned it before the move.

Still. He didn't know them, or what he wanted with Will.

He heard movement, making him freeze again. He pressed himself against the cold floor of the cage, his tail curled around himself as he flittered his wings. He saw just barely the shadow of someone moving in front of the cage, he was shaking.

“Alright, gonna check on you. Okay? Don't freak out on me.”

A voice, a kind voice speaking to him.

One much too kind.

When the fabric covering the cage was pulled up, Will hissed, keeping himself pressed to the ground as candle light flooded around him. He narrowed his eyes, trying to adjust to the light.

“Goodness sake.” Will's hair stood on end as he heard the human speak under his breath.

He squeaked when the human opened the caged and reached his hand in. Will backed up, his ears going back as he prepared for the human to grab him.

To his surprise, the prince instead opened out his hand palm up. He seemed to make no attempt to grab Will.

“I'm not going to hurt you.” The prince said. “I want to help you.”

Will frowned, help him? Why? Was he just trying to gain Will's trust? He wasn't sure.

His stomach twisted, he never wanted to be with his brothers any more than he did now.

The prince sighed when Will didn't respond.

“You can't understand me, can you?” He said quietly.

Will huffed, his tail lashing back and forth. He went to move farther back, not that he could go far, before breaking into a coughing fit. He heaved,his legs felt weak, he really wasn't in the state to fight if the human tried anything.

“Hey-” Will tensed as he felt the human cup his hand behind Will when he stumbled back. “Easy…just- i know you don't trust me, but I swear I'm trying to help you.” The prince's voice made his head spin. “Let me help you, instead of chancing getting worse.”

Will hesitated, his shoulders tensed. What else was he supposed to do? He knew he wasn't in the shape to get out on his own.

He let out an exhausted breath before falling back into the human's hand. He expected to be grabbed in the way the other human would, instead the Prince scooped him up gently in his hands before bringing him out from the cage.

“There…” The human said, sounding...relieved?

Will let out a whimper, keeping his eyes shut right. He could still feel the prince's eyes bore into him, he felt like a caught mouse.

After what felt like a few moments to long, the human let out a sigh.

“A bit bruised, but mostly pretty weak,…” The prince said, more to himself. “Oh course Minos couldn't even be bothered to do the bare minimum for someone he had captured, could he?”

The prince sounded angry, making Will's hair stand on end. Minos was the other human, wasn't he? Was the prince actually angry at how Will was treated?

He shuddered, before weakly opening his eyes to finally get a better look at the human he was now at the mercy to.

Immediately the twisted feeling in his stomach turned to butterflies. He hated to be thinking it, but the prince was hauntingly beautiful. Almost angelic.

Dark, shaggy black hair,he looked focused, his eyebrows knitted together and his deep dark brown eyes trained on Will. Despite how cornered he'd felt, he couldn't help but find some odd comfort in those eyes. The Prince's hands were at least softer and less boney than Minos’.

“Here.” The prince's voice snapped him out of his daze as he felt himself being moved again. Feeling solid ground as he was placed on what seemed to be a desk or dresser that the cage had been on.

Will frowned,immediately having to sit down when he was placed, his head spinning as he struggled not to throw up. Not like he had anything to throw up.

After another moment the prince came back, with what looked to be a tiny container with water and a pomegranate seed in his hands.

“I don't know if you eat fruit but- kinda all I got to offer right now…” The human said. “Fruit is the only thing we can keep in the rooms snack wise.”

Will blinked,processing what was being offered to him as he carefully took the water first. His nose scrunched up, a thought passed off worry it might've been poisoned, but at the point he was at it didn't really seem to matter.

He was more thirsty than he thought, it didn't take long to down the whole thing. It almost made him throw up, drinking so fast, but he managed not to.

The human didn't say much as he took the empty container from him and handed him the pomegranate seed.

Will stared at it in his still shaky hands, he was still nauseous, but he knew it'll just get worse if he didn't eat.

He started to slowly nibble on the seed,using his fangs to pierce into it.

The prince seemed to let out a relieved sigh when Will began to eat. Will kept a close eye on the human as he moved a cushion stool closer to the dresser and sat down in front of Will. Will caught the prince's deep eyes again, chiding himself for how easily he looked to them. How beautiful he was finding the human in general. Had his capture been getting to him?

“Nico, by the way.” The prince said. “Figured you'd like to know.”

Will blinked, the name repeating in his mind. The other human never told him his name, he had to learn it from hearing others say it. The prince- Nico- gave it so casually.

“Don't have to tell me yours I guess, just-”

“Will.”

Nico stopped, looking at Will in surprise, like he actually didn't think he'd say anything. Will felt tense, maybe he should've just kept his mouth shut.

“Will.” Nico repeated, “Fits you.”

Will tried to ignore the butterflies in his stomach when the prince said his name, taking a shaky breath. Fits him? Did the prince mean that as a compliment? He really couldn't tell with humans.

Still, the look Nico seemed to give Will made him think it was a compliment,it seemed kind enough.

Will didn't respond,however,instead continuing to nibble on the seed. He still felt nervous about the eyes on him, but he ignored it.

Nico fiddled his ring before sighing softly.

“Look, I'm gonna ask few questions to make sense of this- you can answer or not, not pressure for any of this, but might as well try-”

Will blinked,frowning slightly at Nico. He wasn't sure what the prince meant by questions, he wasn't sure if they would be bad or not. The other human asked a lot of questions, though never actually expecting a response. Really, he was more likely to just ignore Will's responses.

“You're sunfae,right?” Nico asked,tilting his head. “Probably dumb question by Minos isn't what I'd call most honest…”

Will nodded, shifting around as he finished eating what he could.

“Right.” Nico nodded. He looked to the cage,a cold look flashed in his eyes for a moment before he looked back at Will.

“He didn't hurt you too much why you were there, did he?” The prince said, “You clearly weren't cared for at all, that's obvious, but he didn't actively hurt you did he?”

Will frowned slightly, looking down for a moment. He wasn't sure how to answer, some of it blended together. He tried to think, his mind foggy.

“You don't have to answer.” Nico said curtly. “Just-”

“He handled me roughly.” Will's rasped out. “Careless, but never actively hurt me.”

Nico blinked, seemingly taken aback by Will talking again.

“Ah.” He said. “Sounds about like him.”

Will flittered his wings nervously, giving the cage a weary glance before looking down at his hands.

*Maybe this prince really means well…* He thought.

“Your home…he said ‘above Hyperborea’?” Nico tilted his head. “Weird way to describe it-”

“Delos.” Will breathed, the words almost caught in his throat.

“Delos? That's jus-” The prince stopped before sighing. “No, yeah that makes sense.”

Will curled his tail around himself, unsure what to make of that reaction. He didn't expand on it though, mainly because of how much he missed home. His siblings cuddled close to him on cold nights, the feeling of the sun on his wings and skin..

“Hey- Hey- I didn't mean to–” Nico seemed to stop as Will felt tears fall down his cheeks,exhaustion returning to him again.

“It fine-” Will mumbled out,sniffing and whipping away his tears that glowed faintly. His body making up for how dehydrated he still somewhat was by pulling from his already dangerously low magical essence even for tears. He just hardly noticed however.

He took a steady breath, looking back up to realized the prince was staring in almost shock.

“Your te- nevermind.” Nico shook his head. “Again, you don't have to answer any of these. I'm just trying to make sense of everything.”

“Why?” Will rasped, ears going back. “Why does it matter to you?

He hadn't meant to sound so accusatory, but it was hard not to in the state he was in.

“Why?” Nico frowned. “I meant it when I said I'm trying to help.” He said. “I want to help you get your energy back. I don't blame you if you don't trust me or whatever, but I am being honest there.”

Will narrowed his eyes, his brain too foggy to properly tell if he really was being honest or not. Still…what choice did he have? Suppose he could stay quiet but if the prince intended to hurt him he was gonna do it either way.

“You're odd.” Will managed out bluntly,his throat hurt.

Nico scoffed, “I've heard that before, but why do you think so?”

Will shrugged, “Humans typically don't care this much. No matter what form we're in.”

Nico frowned, “Excuse me-form?”

Oh. Will hadn't thought about the fact a human wouldn't know that. At least, Minos seemed to know.

“I don't always have to be this size.” Will said. “It's less exhausting to hold than our common form.”

“Common..i'm guessing that's closer to my size?” Nico raised a brow.

“Actually,I might be even taller than you in my common form.” Will smirked, he wasn't sure if teasing the human was smart, but he couldn't help it.

The prince's face actually looked to redden when he thought about it, Will wasn't sure why.

“Right…well you can't shift now can you?”

Will shook his head, “Too weak. Sun starved and all that.”

Nico stopped,a realization seemed to flash on his face. “Did you say sun starved?”

“Uh- yeah.” Will cough,shuddering. “We thrive off the sun. I thought you humans knew that? You seemed to like using it against us.”

Again, Will sounded more bitter than he meant to. He just was so tired.

Nico went quiet for a bit,as if processing what he heard. Will felt his hair stand on end, maybe he should've kept quiet. Instinctively he moved back away from the prince and the edge of the desk. He wasn't sure what was going through the human's mind, but he learned silence wasn't always good from humans…

He flinched when Nico got up and moved, his breath caught in his throat as Nico grabbed the cage. He kept a steady eye on him as he moved it to another corner of the room and tossed it down. Will jumped as it hit the floor with a bit of a clang.

“We won't need that.” The prince sounded almost bitter,Will wished he knew what was going through his mind. The prince's eyes seemed darker now, what upset him so much? Was it Will?

Will watched as Nico took a steady breath before seeming to make sure his door was locked before heading back to Will.

“I'm not usually much for sunshine,but we'll try go out tomorrow. There's a few gardens around.” He said.

Will swallowed, the prince was standing up again reminding Will just how much bigger he truly was than Will in this form. He just gave a weak nod in response,unable to say a word.

Nico frowned, before sighing softly. He lowered himself to be more eye level, Will wasn't sure if that was better or not.

“I don't trust Minos not to…do something stupid.” Nico scowled. “I don't want you to be uncomfortable,but it might be best you sleep close to me until I can get you somewhere better…and Minos leaves again.”

Will wasn't sure what to think about that, it made sense he supposed. He wasn't 100% sure he trusted the prince, but it was better than chancing being taken by the other human again.

He gave a small nod, glancing towards the door before back at Nico.

The prince moved to place his hand out for Will, something about the gesture sent a warm feeling through him. Nico held himself in a respectful manner. His other hand behind his back as he leaned to give Will easier room to climb onto his hand on his own. He didn't just grab Will, something Will had grown used to expecting.

Hesitantly, Will climbed onto Nico's hand and settled. He nearly squeaked when Nico started to move, it was lot different being held by humans than flying on one's own. He was unsure if he'd ever get use to it.

Nico moved to his bed, setting up one of his pillows to the side before grabbing a small cloth and placing it over it. He then carefully set Will down on the pillow before moving to get into the bed on the other side.

“Best i could do make sure you're comfortable…” Nico mumbled. “Sorry it's not much.”

Will shifted around to get comfortable,bundling himself up under the cloth before rolling over where he was facing Nico. The prince had started to settle in himself, laying on his side not too far from Will's spot. Again,Will felt butterflies in his stomach. The prince let out a soft sigh,his eyes half lidded as he looked at Will,a strand of hair falling over his eyes.

It was pretty unfair how beautiful they prince was,especially at this distance.

“Night,I guess…” Nico mumbled,letting out a yawn. He waved his hand,a small glow illuminated around it before the candles blew out.

Will's ears went back, taking a mental note of the magic. He snuggled into the pillow, before taking a steady breath and nodding.

“Uh- right- night…” He rasped.

Nico frowned a bit, before yawning again and shifting around to get comfortable. Will watched him for a few moments, seeing as the prince slowly drifted off to sleep.

Will didn't fall asleep as easily, he never did. Instead he kept eye on Nico, taking small notes of what little he could see in the dark. He stayed like that for what might've been hours before finally his eyes drooped, he could push down his exhaustion any longer. He yawned, curling up under the cloth and sighing. It wasn't long after that Will drifted off to the sound of the prince's breathing and creatures outside.

[intimaecys]

the hesitation made her giggle , but followed by an understanding nod as she found a more comfortable position in monica's arms. it felt like that was a feeling they could share. especially during the school year , so much of carrie's days would be consumed by the thoughts and the feelings of her students , worrying about their wellbeing and their progress. it wasn't as though she didn't have friends , or didn't engage in little flings like an adult , but they were too often fleeting and vaporous. " it's okay , i'm not the best at talking about myself either. it's just easy to do it around you. " resting her face into the curve of monica's neck , letting herself be bathed in the scent of the soap and shampoo they'd both used , carrie could've drifted away in that moment. but their continued conversation kept her awake , blissfully so , suspended in a state of calm. " it is your bed , so i wouldn't blame you. but for now . . . " her voice trailed , right leg wrapping a little tighter around monica's waist , refusing to let her do anything but be pressed flush against her. carrie's eyes remained closed as she felt her hand be moved away , only for the soft sensation of monica's lips pressed against the back of it to bring her back to life. she answered with lingering eye contact , pulling her lover's hand toward her lips to do the same thing , mirroring every action. bringing her other hand up to gently stroke monica's hair as they spoke , the smile she'd worn since they laid down only grew deeper and deeper with each passing word. " me too. there's something about being with you that just . . . i've been out with other women before and for a while i've had this impulse to — to pretend , you know ? to present how i thought they'd want me to , because i didn't know how i fit in with the community , i guess. i came to understanding that this is who i was pretty late. but . . . " had to roll a little , so she was half laying on top of monica , looking down at her. " i feel so open with you. it feels like i'm just . . . talking to someone i really like. " her eyes fluttered shut at the touch of another kiss , squeezing her lover's hand and cradling the back of her head with the other. " i don't know what a promise would mean since we just met but . . . i promise you. " carrie leaned down , tapping her lips to monica's nose. " i . . . i want to hold you again tomorrow night. and the night after that . . . and after that . . . " words trailed off before , now fully laying atop her , carrie's lips pressed down into monica's again. slow as it was her kiss deepened immediately , letting her tongue fill her mouth until she'd gotten drunk off the taste of it again. as ready as she was to go to sleep , she almost subconsciously let her thigh slid between the woman's legs , rocking up and down against her again as she came up for air. " after the movie and dinner . . . obviously. " she teased , staring into monica's eyes as she cuddled into her , just to hear her breathing as she teased with her thigh. " think you'd let me have one last one before we go to sleep ? i was getting tired but . . . " words rasped as she pressed a kiss to the woman's ear , hips rolling down into her a little more pronounced. " everything you said got me feeling some kinda' way. "

“i’m sure i can answer them — probably.” monica sometimes felt like she didn’t have much of a life. too occupied with throwing herself into work and ensuring that things stayed afloat, it was rare for her to have something for herself. someone for herself. she almost didn’t fully know what to do with it. could only hope that she didn’t bore carrie so much that she ended up put off from pursuing anything with her. even though that was a pretty far away thought since there was no guarantee anything would come from this and perhaps it was jumping the gun a little to think something might. she just had a really good feeling about this. in what other situation would falling into bed with someone she just met feel so natural? so right? “mhm. y’know, corner to corner.” not that she can’t sleep in a normal fashion but sometimes after a long shift she has just enough energy to collapse on to the bed and sleep in whatever fashion she ends up in. she quite easily allowed carrie to manipulate how she lay until they were in a position comfortable enough for them both that also allowed them to be curled up together. “i’d never dream of it.” the kiss feels so easy; so natural and right. she could do it all evening. until her lips tingled with numbness and the sun started to rise. “good,” she breathed, bringing their laced hands up to her mouth for her to kiss at the back of carrie’s hand. she did too but she was consciously aware of how dangerous that was. how easily she was giving herself to something just because it felt right. it was perhaps too quick and too naive but she just wanted it to be real more than anything. so she’d allow herself to fall into whatever this was with blissful ignorance if it meant that it would cultivate something that was going to last. “i really need to thank whatever… twist of fate that brought you to me. tonight is the first night in a long time where i’ve felt…” she couldn’t even think of the words to describe it, “the most me that i have in a long time.” for once she was able to seek out a human connection and be met with someone also stretching their hand out, ready and waiting. it was honestly painfully perfect. it carved out the starting of something hollow in her chest and should this keep up, it would end up being carrie’s place. had to lean in to kiss her again. it was just a whisper of their lips touching but it felt like everything. “i really hope i get to do this again. fall asleep in your arms.”

[cryptdfish]

“white mourning.”

[kalosian-woods]

Um. Form your scene subvert ask thing. I bestow upon thee XY084 ("Adventures in Running Errands!") or XY037 ("The Cave of Mirrors!")

“Ash! We’ve been looking for you!”

The boy turned around, his face feeling like it froze in place for a few seconds. His body too. Maybe even his mind, right? It sounded like his friends… but it couldn’t be, right? He fell through the portal. Or the wall. Or…

He glanced behind him, feeling his brow furrow. The smooth surface of the crystal winked at him. His face flushed, and his chin ducked into the collar of his jacket. He didn’t like looking at his reflection much, after all. “’M here,” he mumbled, voice seemingly louder than it actually was and bouncing off the walls.

Somehow his friends find him, incredulous looks etched on their faces as they finally meet. There was Clemont, looking strangely winded, and little Bonnie next to him, shooting her brother an annoyed look… and…

Ash turned his gaze away, that rising feeling choking up his throat once more. He couldn’t bear to hear what she has to say—

“Thank goodness you’re okay, Ash!”

His heart stopped. “Huh?”

Her shoes shifted forward, her voice tapering off in an uncertain question. He knew that there was something wrong with this place, but it couldn’t have been that wrong, right? “You know you’ve got to stop running off like that!”

And there it was. Somehow he felt his breath flow out of him again, the reprimand a soothing action. “Iwasjust… I dunno where Pikachu is.”

“Pikachu?” Clemont rubbed his chin in thought, his glasses glinting. Ash expectantly turned to Bonnie, waiting for that praise that she always lauded her brother with, but somehow… that was absent. Strange. “We could probably just stay put and wait for him to come to us, instead of running about in here.”

“You… think?” Geez, was everything strange around here? Clement passing off an opportunity to show off his speed? So unlike him. “I mean, I guess. I just don’t want him to be in trouble, of course.”

“Don’t worry!” Bonnie cheered, pumping her hand up. “You know Pikachu can handle himself in a fight!”

An angry burst of lightning that struck all around it, eyes narrowed and teeth clenched and that screechy laugh filled the air, burnt ozone stuck in his nose.

Ash shrugged, looking down again as he shoved his hands into his pockets. “That’s not what I’m worried about,” he mumbled under his breath, before closing his eyes.

There was such a strange feeling of wrongness permeating the space around him. His breath felt stilted, like the very air was wrong.

But his shoulder felt empty. He opened his eyes and stared at the ground, clear as diamonds. “I’ve… gotta find Pikachu.”

The group in front of him glanced at each other, and it was all fine until the looked back at him. Shifting the bag on his shoulders, Clemont awkwardly added, “Are you going to lead the way then, Ash?”

“Wha? I—”

“Are you actually okay?” Her voice again. Ash stiffened and bit his lip, feeling the pressure spread through his body.

Okay (she is never this considerate). “I’ll do it,” he finally said, shaking away that temporary paralysis as he shuffled his way forward, keenly feeling those eyes marking his back. It’s strange, it’s weird, and he would honestly prefer it if they would stop trying to trick him out now of all times, especially since he let them find him instead of leaving them as he said he would.

But for now? The silence was its own gift. It allowed him to think, to map out the area in his mind, to try to feel out where his partner may have gone,

After all—

Sharp claws scrabbling on his body, pointed teeth bared in a savage grin as he looked up at the Legendary and roared.

—It was never a good thing to leave Pikachu alone.

[lazarus-harp]

I think A LOT about what the survivors do post-season. would nikita try and pretend that nothings happened? would mat watch the videos the dead made to humanize those who had to die for him to survive?

you're the survivor connoisseur, what do you think?

for one, i'm very flattered to be seen as the 'survivor connoisseur'! so thank you immensely for the kind words. and secondly, oh boy, this question couldn't of come at a better time ... considering how much post canon mat & nikita have been pingponging around my head! i'll try to be as coherent as possible, but if a lot of this is pure word vomit then i do apologize. it is merely the passion taking over haha.

nikita is someone who fascinates me greatly in the aftermath, because there's a level of realism within her that's lacking in mat. but it's cynicism mixed with denial! she doesn't believe they can bring everyone back i don't think, or at least that's what she tells herself over and over again. a mantra. a safety net. she is so scared to hope and she's even more scared of what might come after that ; there's a sense of shame inherent in her when faced with colleen's bitter coldness. unlike mat, she is all too aware of her horrible actions and what might follow. an awful nightmare of, even if i saved them, would they forgive me? would they want me around? would things be the same? and nikita knows the answer, or at least thinks she does. so much of her post everlock is trapped inside this in-between, which naturally makes her come off as wishy washy and contradictory. a perfect fit for her bizarre behavior in s4. she's willing to go through with the rescue mission because her desire aligns with mat's, yet she staunchly refuses to wallow in grief. she accepts people have died ( in her memorial to manny and roi, via the tear tattoos ) and has made progress in finding a life outside the death games, via bretman. she nurses her new best friend close and yet mostly keeps him separate from everything everlock has touched and tarnished. i like to imagine bretman is her secret and crutch for moving forward, into a future that won't ever have manny again. he acts almost like a replacement in her heart. makes that loss hurt a little less. and i also think matthew can tell that's what it's about, naturally causing some resentment on his end ... because to him, manny can't be replaced. nobody can. it's why we have to do this, nikita! in lots of ways, he views her more 'healthy' behavior as her giving up on this, on them, and he loathes it.

but, obviously, nikita's behavior isnt healthy and mat ( in typical him fashion, where it concerns her ) is completely misreading her actions. nikita isn't acting callously, she's just scared. it's not about forgetting or pretending, it's a matter of selfish safety she's more hellbent on having than ever before. putting her heart out there only for it to be crushed beneath the grim world she now knows they're apart of? putting hope out there, indulging in wishful thinking and fantasy, just for those dreams to be taken from her, again? it's staggering losses she's nervous to take, and she's already made this mistake with manny ; believing he could live despite the odds, trusting in a faulty system, seeing a light at the end of the tunnel that would have them stepping out into the morning together ... but she was wrong. manny surviving all those challenges, even ones he shouldn't have, was nothing more than being lucky. a fluke, if she could be that cruel and discredit his skills so easily. in the end, he was still ripped away, in a way so horrible, nikita might secretly wish he would've just died beforehand. hope and optimism are soiled for her, reality is all that's left. you see this no nonsense attitude from her a lot in s3 to begin with! she's keenly aware of their time limit and keeps their group moving onward, sparing little theatrics on the dead bodies of innocents paving their way. vocally acknowledges that whoever was chosen to be brought back could arrive pissed and vengeful, openly calling attention to the fact it's likely for vendettas to breed when the game they're playing isn't blameless. really, the troublemaker is more calculated and clever than most fans give her credit for, in my opinion. these are traits normally passed over to mat instead, despite his intense emotions getting the best of him multiple times in the show! he is prone to listen to his heart and his grievances, weaponizing grudges when he deems it fitting while nikita is forced to swallow them, and really let them go because emotions hinder her determination and path forward. it's no different here ... except isn't it? just a little bit? nikita falters under her own desires for things to be as they were and she can't fully fight the need to see manny again, or to save the day when she feels responsible for so much pain that night.

though this goes against some core traits of hers and i think that's where the struggle really lies. i want to see manny, but what if he hates me? would i rather live in a world where he can hate me or would i rather stay in one where he'll never get that chance? very selfish of her, i suppose, to potentially value those things over an entire human life, but it's so realistic and human i can't help but sympathize. especially when she sets aside everything she thinks anyway! the troublemaker goes into purgatory knowing it might fail, and that if it does, it's going to reopen every wound she's haphazardly stuck bandaids over. she knows bretman might see her for who she truly is, a liar and a killer and a betrayer and someone who can't love another enough, and forces him to come because fine, it's the end isn't it? and most importantly nikita goes in thinking she could be turned on and hated and this is exactly the reality she faces with colleen, leaving her frustrated, and angry, and turning her shame into vitriol just like before. post s4, with bretman pissed at her, mat broken, joey gone, and everything destroyed again ... nikita then has little else to do ( in her mind ) except to move on for good this time. here might come the pretending act : shrugging off devastating losses and a world full of horror, settling into strange contentment after everything. a false calm, but one she'd wear perfectly nonetheless. would probably quit the society and go back to mundane things, like shopping sprees and creation. live a quiet life. everlock, purgatory, and the year between nothing more than the teardrops on her face and a man she still can't rid herself of. she can't look colleen or bretman in the eye. little things carry over into her manicured life : a refusal to wear pink despite forever adorning blonde hair, never holding the cool steel of a gun in two hands, doesn't say “i love you,” anymore, and plenty of other burdens. but she tries to ignore these signs as much as possible.

still, nikita seems healthy when compared to mat! at least there's a level of acceptance from her, at least she no longer holds the dead. maybe she's too keen on shoving them away now -- but maybe it's a better alternative, when paired with the detective's obsession with them? so much of mat post s3 or even post s4 to me is about his love and desperation outweighing logic, reality, and whatever else stands in his way. stubborn in all the wrong ways for all the wrong reasons. he is a character who needs to be loved and he found a group ( as imperfect as it was ) who adored him so much they wouldn't even let him stay dead. it's a turning point he can't go back from, because now mat owes these people everything. it doesn't matter to him that, really, only safiya and joey brought him back ... because when he stumbled through that door, everyone was so happy. they smiled and grabbed at him and it's probably the most welcome he's ever felt! it's a warmth he won't ever feel again but is chasing. so unlike nikita he can't play into denial. he can't move on or confront what'll happen if he fails. he can't fail, not again, because mat has to save somebody and he has to make the pain worth it. he was killed by the strongman? well, at least it wasn't manny, at least it wasn't permanent, at least mat came back to nothing but love and affection, and how could he ever trade that for anything? all his friends died because of a game they were forced to play? well, mat's out of everlock, he's free, he doesn't need to play by invisible rules anymore and he can bring everyone back and they can be together, and then the suffering will pale in comparison to the reunion awaiting them, right? it's scary for him to consider death and what it means : being forgotten, having everything you've done amount to nothing, laying in the dark of some terrible night all alone, permeant. so he does whatever he can to rebel against these fears that he believes are universal, but are merely his own. he'll get his hands on everything his group was in ( pictures, videos, articles, ) and he'll religiously consume them to remember. he'll think of them always, as ghosts in the corner of his eye, and will never do a single action without thinking about them in some way, to make them still amount to something beyond the veil. he'll heroically save them from a permanent slumber, like they did for him, so they can lay in the sun or in the comfort of a shared room and they can be permanently alive, at least for now. it's loving and it's devotional and it shows how deeply matthew cares and how big his heart is, but it's selfish too.

mat is preventing himself from pain this way, necessary pain. he's stalling the grieving process by entertaining a world in which they'll all be saved and will be able to move on together. he's leaving his wounds open and prodding at them so they won't ever close because finding a life outside of this is horrifying for him. and reasonably so! he died, and now he's just back? he's supposed to ... what, exist? be his old self? what's the protocol for revival? is he allowed to mourn someone he still is, or is he meant to pretend it's a life continued rather than a brand new one? scary ideas, scary theories, not a single guiding hand in sight. clinging to everlock and who he was then is safe, it's who he is now. except, is it? or is that the identity he's carved for himself because facing this world with brand new eyes makes him want to die? how can he move on from the very place he died in? it doesn't seem fair! or ... right. it's unnatural and mat is confused and he's floundering. clinging is all he can think to do. this also shuts him off from forming new connections or rekindling with old ones and that's safe too, not having to look at someone and think about if they'd survive the vote. if they could make it to the end with him, if it ever happened again. it also doesn't help that mat just has a chronic 'i'm a good guy!' problem and if he can undo everything he won't have to confront the fact he's not as perfect as he thought he was. like, while nikita is scared of hope and what it might do to her, mat is scared to look in the mirror and acknowledge he'd do anything to survive. that he's callous and cruel, that he's someone who would save his own skin rather than sacrifice himself for another. that's not who he is -- was? identity is a huge part of his conflict here!

it's a big bag of worms! there's many complexities at play, butting heads with their new natures and desires ... with each other too, clearly. mat obsessively drowns in the past and only works towards his ideal future ( i don't even think s4's failure would deter him ) and everything else just falls in-between. nikita lives life normally for once and maybe tentatively branches out to find new friends again, just because it's a sign she's making progress and it's something that'll show mat that moving on is possible, thanks. ways of dealing that take them down different roads eventually but they'll never let each other go so there's that new constant at least! and they're both actively hiding all the while, whether they know it or not. tragic!

anyway, i know this is ungodly long and ramble-y but i do hope it somewhat answered your question! i know i mostly talked about their mindsets and inner workings rather than what they specifically do in the aftermath, but! i think you can infer a lot based on their mindsets here. like, oh mat would rather start a scrapbook full of dead people's photos he's lovingly collected versus ... taking up journaling. nikita would rather follow an online course on cooking just because she's bored as fuck versus ... reaching out to the society so she can train with swords again. that kinda thing <3

[yrrtyrrtwhenihrrthrrt]

In light of Brian Thompson being shot dead on my birthday (🎉🥳🎂) I'd like to share a personal story about UnitedHealthcare.

During the peak of COVID, my family all got sick. I couldn't be on my parents' insurance because they were both older and on Medicare. So, I had insurance through my University: UnitedHealthcare.

For some reason, rather than roll-over each year, I got a new plan each year that ended after May and didn't start until August, so I was uninsured for the summer months, but it was a weird situation that the university denied, and told us we were supposed to be insured year-round, it was messy.

Both of my parents went to the hospital, and I got sick too. I had to take care of my pets, and myself, and try to stay alive and keep my pets alive when I was so weak I could hardly move. When my parents came home, my condition got dramatically worse (I think my body knew it couldn't give out, because there was nobody to take care of me, so once my parents were okay, it completely crashed and failed.)

I started experiencing emergency symptoms. It was a bit hard to breathe, my chest hurt, and I was extremely delirious. I wanted to call my insurance to see if I was covered (this was during the summer) and I was connected to some nice person, probably making minimum wage, who told me with caution in her voice that my plan was expired. I had no active insurance, but she urged me to go to an emergency room. I remember saying something to the effect of "You just told me I don't have insurance, I can't go to the hospital, I can't afford it."

She sounded so genuinely worried and scared. I remember she said "You really don't sound good, you sound really sick, please call 9-1-1" and I think I just said "I can't afford it without insurance, don't worry, I think I'll be okay."

And she paused and said "I don't want to hang up the phone with you like this." And it sounded like she was holding back tears. And I don't remember what I said, I think that I would be okay, and I hung up.

I still think about her. I wonder if that phone call haunted her, or if she had dozens of calls like that a day. I wonder if she thinks about it at all, if she wonders if I died after she told me I didn't have insurance and therefore couldn't go to the hospital without incurring a tremendous financial burden. I wonder if she feels guilt or blame-- of course she shouldn't, it wouldn't have been her fault if anything had happened to me. Maybe it's self-centered to wonder if she thinks about it. I'm not the main character and it was just her job. But, still.

I think about how evil it was that we were put in that situation. Because offering year-long continuous coverage through the university plan would maybe cut into profits, maybe not benefit shareholders enough, maybe cut into Thompson's $10 million salary. While his minimum wage administrators have to feel afraid to hang up the phone, because on the other line someone might be dying, and they wouldn't know. While his patients hang up and decide to take their chances rather than put their family through that trauma.

This is UnitedHealthcare. This is Brian Thompson's legacy. This is why, understandably, an entire nation is jubilant that he was gunned down like the vermin he was. I don't care about his widow. I feel pity for his children, despite the fact that they will inherit millions, but I feel more pity for the children of his victims patients who are gone because they didn't want THEIR children to inherit crippling debt. Brian Thompson got what he fucking deserved. I pray that he not be the only one. I pray for continued safety, peace , and anonymity for his killer.

American healthcare is a disease.

[peachylynnie]

you make him lose his cool

word count: 900-1k per lead synopsis: in which you provoke them, and they love it. (inspired by kiss of life's igloo) contains: fem!reader x lads men (separate, non!mc), established relationship, downbad men, NSFW CONTENT MDNI (i'm talking grinding, oral sex implications, etc), song lyrics, and cursing. a/n: UPDATED WITH CALEB AS OF 2/1/25 i feel hot whenever i listen to this song. i hope you do too while reading. enjoy! do not plagiarize or translate. lads men do NOT endorse plagiarism. reblogs & comments appreciated. lads masterlist | tagged: @vvintqz (ik this is technically the reader teasing xavier but u said to tag u when i write xavier so i hope u enjoy)

caleb

What you heard? (What you heard?) But it's never what you think, trust

it's impossible to surprise caleb.

he always knows what you're up to.

whether you're just waking up from a heavenly two-hour nap or going out to get your hands on the latest edition of your favorite blind box series, he's always there.

last time you tried to cook yourself a meal (ever since you started dating, he hasn't let you lift a finger), he came home early and snatched the spatula away from you, insisting that you sit down and look pretty for him while he makes his signature braised wings.

you're not sure how he does it. maybe he has a secret camera or a tracker installed (ha). though, you don't have any complaints. you think it's fucking hot how he's never away from you.

even so, you've been wanting to surprise him for a while now. blame it on your desire to fluster him as much as he flusters you. you're going to surprise him AT LEAST once in your lifetime.

which explains why you're in an apron right now, with absolutely nothing underneath.

to be honest, you were hoping to surprise him with homemade apple pie since he's always cooking for you. but again, you want to fluster him. thus the apron, a long piece of denim fabric wrapped tightly around your waist and hung dangerously low at your chest. you can't deny how delectable you appeared when you looked in the mirror, admiring your exposed arms, legs, back, and neck—anything that would drive the esteemed colonel insane. you felt jittery just thinking about the look he would have on his face when he walked in through the door of your shared home.

however, your joy is short-lived when your phone rings while you slice up some apples in the kitchen.

"what's with the apron, pipsqueak?"

you put the knife down with a sigh. "do you have a camera installed in here or what?"

caleb chuckles into the phone. "wouldn't you like to know?"

"i would like to know so i can turn the damn thing off and actually surprise you for once, dipshit," you retort playfully as you adjust your phone between your ear and shoulder, picking up the knife to continue chopping. you suppose you should still make the pie since you already got the ingredients out.

"aw," he mocks, his voice dripping with arousal. "did my little pipsqueak dress up just for me?"

"yes," you snap, rolling your eyes. "but this little pipsqueak is about to change since you ruined her surprise."

your threat does little to faze caleb, as evidenced by his endearing laughter.

"don't be upset, pips," he teases into the phone. before you can scoff at his audacity to tell you not to be upset, your ears catch the hurried footsteps in the background of the call. it doesn't take long for you to hope your boyfriend is on his way home—on his way to you. sure enough, his next words cause heat to pool between your bare legs.

"keep the apron on. i'll be home soon."

after he hangs up, you put your phone down with a giggle, eager for what's to unfold once he arrives. however, you still can't help but wonder if he actually has a camera installed because how the fuck does he always know what you're up to? you frown as you turn your head left and right. you don't see any red flashing lights in places that could provide him an optimal view. nope. nothing in the corners of the ceilings and nothing in the walls either. before you can convince yourself your boyfriend is somehow omniscient, you notice something out of the corner of your eye.

his dog tag. seems like he forgot to put it on after putting on his uniform. you pocket it, hoping to give it to him when he gets home.

but your mind is truly one of a kind. as caleb likes to put it, resourceful during the most critical moments.

because when he's balls deep inside of you, coaxing your second orgasm out of you, you get the bright idea to fish your shaky fingers into the pocket of your bunched-up apron and put. it. on.

caleb's eyes widen upon seeing his dog tag on you. there it was, the important item he forgot this morning, resting between the delicious valley of your breasts, bouncing up and down while jingling an enticing melody.

"fuck—pipsqueak, you—" he thrusts harshly, pistoning into your sopping heat. you throw your head back at the sensation, allowing him an even better view of his chain, mingling with the beads of sweat on your collarbone. shit, he's so turned on right now. not only were your swollen, sweet lips adorning his name, but so was your pretty little neck. it filled the young colonel with pride. and enough vigor to bring you to your third release, as evidenced by the endless slamming of his hips and the clenching of your thighs.

"good girl," he helps you through your high before letting go of your waist, hoping to give you a break. "i'll go get a towel. stay here."

but when your pilot of a lover goes to leave, you wrap your legs around him and pull him to you, causing him to collide with you. caleb hisses at the contact, sensitive more than ever.

"don't push it, pipsqueak," he warns as he plants both of his arms on the kitchen counter, caging you in. "you need to rest."

"i don't think so, colonel," you prop yourself on your elbows, meeting his eyes boldly. "i don't think so at all."

caleb swears he feels his mechanical arm short-circuit because what you do next is just fucking tantalizing.

you pinch his dog tag and bring it to your mouth.

his breathing quickens substantially when your teeth take the shiny piece of metal as their prisoner. it's not long before his dog tag is trapped between your seductive canines and your thighs are tightened around his waist.

with a shameless smile, you jut your chin towards the man, signaling to him to make his move.

caleb growls, seizing the chain with both hands and bringing you to his face.

"i warned you, pips."

extra (in honor of his official installment)

as you munch on some apple pie in caleb's embrace on the couch, you can't help but ask.

"how did you know about the apron but not the dog tag?"

your boyfriend sniffs before answering, a little bit of pie still in his mouth.

"i couldn't check the cameras on the way home."

"oh that makes sense."

"…"

"wait, what?!"

sylus

Glass room, perfume, Kodak on that lilac (alright) Slipping on my short dress, know he like that (like that)

there's nothing like getting ready in sylus' bathroom. not because of the sheer size of it (it takes at least a day to explore his residence), but because of how good you look in the mirror right now. you can't help but smile as you step back to get a full look at yourself.

sylus went all out for tonight's auction.

he gifted you a tight-fitting ebony dress, its gorgeous silk straps accentuating your shoulders perfectly. he also gifted you a pair of evening gloves, its velvet fabric wrapping around your arms flawlessly. of course, the dress came with priceless jewels and heels. as you twirl in front of the mirror, the scarlet gems on your ears glimmer, and the cherry kitten heels on your feet click. oh, you look so good, you can kill.

but what seals the deal is the neck accessory he got you.

an intricate, black choker made out of lace. fucking lace. a scoff leaves your mouth when you notice the ruby medallion hanging at the center. his taste is as clear as day.

as you reach behind your neck to clip the choker, the man of the hour walks in. you meet his eyes through the mirror, your hands still at the back of your neck. "sylus."

"miss," he acknowledges in return, an unmistakable smirk appearing on his lips. his eyes trail down your figure. "you look stunning."

"thanks," you giggle as you hook the choker clasp. "you don't look bad yourself."

and you're absolutely right. although he has his usual dress shirt on, his outerwear is completely new. a gorgeous red blazer, adorned with inky brush strokes, sits proudly on his shoulders. moreover, his accessories are new (he's never worn any before). cuffed around his right hand is a sleek platinum watch, spotlighting his forearm deliciously. hanging from his left ear are silver chains, shining unashamedly. you can't help but bite your lips as you admire your lover in the mirror.

yeah, sylus went all out tonight.

catching the hazy look in your glittered eyes, he tilts his head before grinning, "like what you see, sweetie?"

you roll your eyes playfully before returning to the sink. "yes, actually. didn't know you were capable of wearing something other than black."

sylus chuckles as he leans against the wall, arms crossed. "i've worn colors other than black before."

"if you're talking about the two outfits that have the belt around the sleeve," you list nonchalantly as you pick up your lip gloss. "they don't count. they have black on them."

"i'm talking about the red cardigan, sweetie," he counters smoothly, eyeing the lip gloss in your hand.

"ah." you run the wand over your parted lips, enjoying the feeling of gloss on them. "touche," you say, bending over the sink to see if you missed a spot. you do, however, miss the way sylus' fingers tighten around his arms when your dress hikes up. smacking your lips together, you lift the wand to reapply. "but you barely even wear that. so that doesn't count either."

sylus hums, barely paying attention to what you just said. his eyes are transfixed on the wand. he's mesmerized by how it travels across your lips, slathering them with sticky, shimmery syrup, leaving him thirsty for a taste. not to mention the sounds leaving your lips whenever you press them together. sweet, squelching sounds that have him pressing against you in mere seconds, his hands gripping the edge of the sink.

at first, you were taken aback by his sudden proximity. but after feeling something prod at your back, you smile amusingly before placing the wand down. "i'm assuming," you swiftly turn around and wrap your arms around his neck, his eyes widening as you pull him closer. "there's been a change of plans." you slowly lick your lips, collecting some excess gloss. as it drips from the tip of your tongue, you ask with a tilt of your head, "how late are we going to be?"

that's it.

sylus crashes into you, his tongue desperately trying to lap up the excess gloss. his hands haphazardly roam all over your body before lifting you onto the sink, pinning you down as his lips smear your lip gloss everywhere. you moan, trying to match his fervor. the sinful mixing of breaths, saliva, and gloss floods your mind, causing you to wrap your legs around him and bring him closer to you. he welcomes the action, gasping and grinding into you.

by the time he pulls away for air, both of you are left panting like dogs, mouths and chins smothered in sheen.

your eyes never leave sylus' as you wipe your chin, a string of gloss and saliva hanging prettily from your gloved palm. with a groan, he dives into your neck and sinks his teeth into your collarbone. you throw your head back at the pain, whimpering when he soothes the spot with his tongue.

but when sylus traces a finger up your back, you freeze immediately.

why?

oh, because he's unzipping your dress.

"sorry, sweetie," he chuckles into your perfumed skin, savoring your surprised reaction when he drags the zipper all the way down. "we won't be late."

you look at him in confusion, barely processing the silk straps falling off your shoulders.

he leans in and whispers into your ear.

"we won't be going at all."

xavier

Heart attack, IV when I walk the street Vitamins that D, I'm good, I'm healthy

your starlight of a boyfriend collapses onto the bed, his legs hanging off the edge and his pants dangling pathetically from his ankles.

you giggle at the sight, wiping your lips clean of his release. as you rub a drop between your index finger and thumb, you notice the texture's a bit thick, almost like jelly.

"xavier," you call lovingly, rising from your knees and crawling on top of him. he barely responds; his eyes are screwed shut with beads of sweat trailing down his face, neck, chest, legs, everywhere. shit, what did you do to him? he can't get his chest to stop heaving, his mouth to stop watering, and his ears to stop ringing. he can't do anything. not with the way you looked so pretty on top of him, especially after making him release so intensely in your mouth.

"xavier," you repeat as you cradle his face, making his dazed eyes meet yours. "when was the last time you drank water?"

"water?" he pants. "i'm not sure. why do you ask?"

"well," you show him your fingers. he gulps, flushing a deeper shade of red. "this tells me you haven't been drinking enough water."

you get up to retrieve some water from the kitchen. xavier whines at the loss of contact. although he tries to stop you from leaving, you easily slip out of his weak embrace (he literally got his life sucked out of him; cut him some slack). after you reassure him with a kiss on his forehead, you open the door. "i'll be back soon."

he responds with a whimper before closing his eyes. before he knows it, he falls asleep.

not even five minutes have passed when you return to the room, a glass of water in your hand and a packet of vitamins in the other.

"xavier?" after placing the items down on the nightstand, you sit on the bed to admire the view. there he is, sleeping soundly with his shirt unbuttoned and pants unbuckled, his chest slowly rising up and down and his cute nose scrunching every so often. you almost feel bad when you wake him up. almost. as much as you like watching your boyfriend sleep, he needs his water and vitamins, considering how much energy he uses to fight wanderers.

"wake up, xavier," you coo. "you need your vitamins."

he stirs, peeking one eye open to look at you. cute, you think. "i'm too tired, angel." he whines before closing his eye again. "i'll have some later."

"come on," you chuckle. "at least drink some water. you're dehydrated."

hoping to keep him awake, you litter his face with kisses, repeatedly pecking his adorable features. his droopy eyelids, his button nose, his fluffy cheeks, his moist forehead, his small chin—not a single spot is missed.

his little laughs repay your efforts. before you can continue your bombardment of kisses, his arms wrap around your shoulders, successfully pinning you down to him. you're surprised by how quickly he replenished his strength.

"you're trapped," he points out cheekily. "now we can both sleep."

"xavier," it's your turn to whine. "you need to drink some water. besides," you try to get up but fail miserably due to his tight embrace. "you need to scoot up, and i need to lay down properly if we both want to sleep." still no signs of letting you go.

you sigh before poking at your boyfriend's waist, causing him to yelp.

he immediately lets go of you, rubbing the spot you just touched. taking the chance to escape, you stand up and reach for the glass and vitamins.

"meanie," he pouts. "i thought we agreed to not tickle each other for today."

"that's because you try to tickle me all the time," you retort playfully, opening the packet of vitamins. "besides, i only tickle you as a last resort. unlike you, i'm nice." you pop the vitamin in your mouth and bring the glass to your lips.

"as if." he yanks up his pants and crosses his arms. "last time i checked, being nice means letting your boyfriend sleep peacefully," he quips as he turns away from you, hoping his grumpy little act will coax more kisses from you.

instead, a hand comes into his view and grasps the sheets. furrowing his brows, he shifts back to ask what's wrong but is startled to find your face hovering above his. 

"angel, what—"

you press your lips into his, your free hand gripping his chin. on instinct, xavier opens his mouth, expecting your tongue to greet his. however, his eyes widen when he feels something pour in. oh. he greedily swallows the water and vitamin, his fingers weaving into your hair.

you pull away abruptly, a drop of water trickling down the corner of your lips. before he can say anything, you grab the glass of water and drink from it again, your hooded eyes never leaving his. xavier groans at the sight, his chest heaving for the third time today. and it's barely afternoon. oh, you're going to be the death of him.

he's sure of it when you return to his lips, water flowing into his mouth so sensually as his tongue reaches out for more. this time, you rest your entire body on top of him, allowing him to grab at your hips and thrust upward, desperately rubbing against your clothed core and seeking any type of friction that could relieve him of this growing desire you satiated with your mouth less than ten minutes ago. he never wants to drink water alone ever again.

“a-angel,” he moans when you pull away again. “why?” 

“you need more water, xavier.” you tease with a lick of your lips. “gotta make sure my boyfriend is hydrated, ya know?”

with that, you go to stand up and reach for the glass. however, the room spins as xavier pins you down, your positions switched and your wrists restrained above your head. your eyes widen, realizing you might've pushed your boyfriend too far. 

"angel," dark, cerulean eyes burn into you before glancing at the glass. “that's not enough water.”

rafayel

Yeah, white tippy-toe summer, I make him go dumb, duh He doubled down on that text, says that I'm the only one

(heads up, reader doesn't have to be mc but they know about rafayel's identity as the sea god and he calls you his beloved bride)

rafayel isn't sure how he got here.

you, on top of his bare chest, nibbling at his neck and dragging a finger down his clenched abdomen.

"c-cutie," he stammers. "someone might see."

he's not wrong. you're at the beach after all. but it's a private beach, one the artist rented for a date. so really, what's the harm in pinning your boyfriend down in the sand and showing him how much you appreciate him?

"you're the one who said this place was private, raf." you giggle before sinking your teeth into him, eliciting a moan. "besides, we both know why you suggested a date at the beach. don't tell me you forgot." you trail your finger along the waistband of his swim trunks. he jolts, his half-lidded eyes meeting your misty ones.

of course, he didn't forget. but considering the current, scandalous situation he's in right now, his memory is a bit hazy. as you twirl the drawstring with your index finger, rafayel bites his lip and tries to remember how exactly he got here.

last thing he remembers is you excitedly texting him about your package coming in.

a package, pft. no big deal, right?

wrong.

he almost dropped his phone when you sent him a picture of the package, more specifically, you wearing its contents.

a gorgeous two-piece swimsuit in the color of his hair. fuck, lavender has never looked so good on you. the way the tight, skimpy fabric hugged all the right places, making you seem so so malleable. the way you posed in front of the mirror, your face bridling with innocent excitement but your body positioned so so temptingly. shit, he hopes this exhibition ends soon because his slacks feel suffocating all of a sudden.

it wasn't long before he spammed you with a hurricane of texts consisting of flattering emojis and praises about how you're the only one he'll ever love (dramatic but heartwarming) and how he would love to take you on a date at the beach as soon as this stupid exhibition is over so you can swim in your new set to your heart's content (totally not because he wants to see the real thing).

yeah, now he remembers. he got himself into this situation. you even tried to stop him.

"uh," he recalls you hesitating through the call. "aren't you tired from your exhibit?"

"nope," he immediately answers, causing you to raise a brow. "not at all, cutie. i'm in tip-top shape. what better place for us to test your swimsuit than the beach?"

"us?" you repeat amusingly. "since when was testing a swimsuit a two-person thing?"

shit, he got caught.

"raf," you giggle at his silence. "if you want to see me wear this in person, you can always just ask, you know?"

"w-what?! no!" he acts as if you insulted his artwork. "i just thought it'd be a good opportunity for us to go on a date and to test the quality of your swimsuit! what if one day you go into the water and it gets untied or something? what if i'm not there to protect you from prying eyes? you can never be careful enough with swimsuits, especially shipped ones!"

"uh-huh," you drawl skeptically. "i'm sure a triple-knotted bikini will SOMEHOW get untied by the waves."

"come on, cutie," rafayel whines. "i know a perfect, private place! i'll even bring the food, the blankets, everything! please?" (he purposely emphasized "private" because no way in the seven seas is he going to let anyone look at you in a bikini)

you sigh before observing yourself in the mirror once more. the bikini DID look good, and you DID buy it for future swimming dates with rafayel. might as well, right? besides, you can't say no to him, especially when he begs so cutely like that.

"fine, raf," he remembers you giving in with an endearing sigh. "send me the address of the beach once you're done. i'll stop by your place to pack your swimming trunks."

and here you are, resting on top of him and drawing figure eights with your fingertips IN his swimming trunks.

he would laugh at the irony if it weren't for your provocative actions. you were the one who brought him his swimming trunks, and now, you were the one making him wish you didn't bring them so he could see how pretty your fingers looked right next to his—

yeah, he definitely got himself into this situation. he has no one to blame but himself for his predicament. it's his fault he's currently twitching and throbbing underneath you as you breathe into his neck and tease doodles into his thighs.

"oh fuck, cutie—" rafayel jerks his head back when you suck on his adam's apple. your mouth felt so good. you felt so good. 

after pulling back with a 'pop,' you trace the red mark with your free hand, admiring your artwork on your artist of a lover. unfortunately for him (fortunately, really), this causes him to squirm uncontrollably. the simultaneous stimulation from your right hand on his thigh and your left hand on his neck was just too much for the lemurian. he swears he's this close to bursting all over the sand like a messy, wet bubble. 

suddenly, you stop, withdrawing both of your hands from his body. 

"c-cutie?" he lifts his neck to look at you but finds himself confused as to why you're sitting up. though, his confusion is quelled when you reach behind your neck. 

oh. 

your hands come into view, each one tugging on the strings of your top.

oh fuck. 

he doesn't even see your top fall. no. he's completely frozen (and hard) when you lay back down on him, smushing your now-exposed chest into his abdomen, allowing him a view that brings roses to his cheeks. (he can feel your nipples rubbing against him).

"oh, god of the tides," you purr with a smirk as you press your ear into his chest, relishing in his rapid heartbeats. "you promised you would test this swimsuit with me." before he can deny your reminder of his mistake from the earlier call, you grab his hand and bring it to rest against your swimsuit bottoms, causing his breath to hitch. "won't you make good on your promise?" 

rafayel swallows shakily before nodding. 

"anything for my beloved bride." 

zayne

Mm, yeah, I make him lose his cool Yeah, I make him go mmmmmm ah! ah!

doctor zayne, the epitome of calm and control, reduced to this.

a red-faced mess, losing his cool in a rocking chair, thanks to his lover shaving his chin on his lap.

his lover, who just so happens to be wearing a nightgown, a silk, sapphire nightgown with lace ruffles and ribbons that drove the man insane.

to make matters worse (better), your bare thighs were on either side of his hips, caressing and stroking him whenever you would move to shave his chin.

don't even get him started on the fact that you're sitting right on top of his crotch. he prays to any merciful soul out there that you don't feel him growing down there-

he inhales sharply when you reach behind him for a towel, your chest mere millimeters from his face.

"you okay, zayne?" you ask with faux concern.

"yes," he clenches his jaw. it's taking him everything to not dive in and lick, suck, bite—anything to relieve him of this torment. "please hurry."

"hurry?" you pout with a tilt of your head. "but why?" you lift his chin to wipe some excess shaving cream. "do you not want me to shave you?"

"no, darling. it's just—" his hands fly to your waist for stability when you place the towel back in its place. shit, every time you lift yourself onto your knees to reach behind him, the chair moves more and more, resulting in a pattern where when he leans back, you press into him, and when you lean back, he presses into you. it's not helping that this pattern deliciously resembles a certain rhythm in bed.

"it's just?" you repeat to him, stroking his jaw to inspect for stray hairs.

he doesn't say anything. how can he? he can't just spill about how badly he wants to kiss your sweet lips, squeeze at your delectable chest, rip your enticing nightgown apart, and take everything you have to offer. no, he can't. not when you approached him so innocently with a cute smile on your face after he came home, asking if you could shave him. (he almost fell to his knees when he saw what you were wearing). not when you look so beautiful gazing at him from above, handling his skin with addictive yet gentle touches, and glowing underneath the moonlight from the open windows. shaking his head, he grips your waist with renewed resolve.

"it's nothing," he closes his eyes. "please continue." he would rather drink alcohol than misinterpret your innocent intentions.

except there was nothing innocent about your intentions at all. you admit, it's fun to tease zayne like this. the way his lips would chase after your fingers whenever you traced them, the way his eyes would falter whenever you leaned in, the way his breath would hitch whenever you moved your hips, oh it all made you feel wanted. and who could want more than a gorgeous, capable doctor who looks at you as if he's going to die if he can't have you?

you. you want more. you WANT him to have you, take you, right here on this rocking chair. you thought teasing him with a few shifts of your hips and some purposeful closings of distances between his face and yours would relay the message. but no. he's either completely oblivious or has the will of a steel that's been fortified ten times over. because even though he's made it incredibly clear that he wants what you want (his blushing cheeks and shortage of breaths are hard to miss), all he's done is sit there and take your teasing.

you frown, retracting your hand. what's it going to take for doctor zayne, the epitome of calm and control, to give in?

a lightbulb flashes in your head.

"hang on, i missed a spot," you lie, lifting yourself up once more to reach for the shaving cream next to you. "i'll make this quick."

and with that, you slam your hips down.

he groans out loud, eyebrows furrowing and fingers tightening around your hips. he still hasn't opened his eyes though.

"are you sure you're okay, zayne?" you ask innocently, twisting left and right. "i'm worried about you."

"w-why," he starts hoarsely, his fingers gripping for dear life, trying to stop you from moving so damn much. "why would you be worried?"

"oh, i don't know," you smear shaving cream all over his jaw before trailing your fingers down to his neck. "you just seem so…" you slowly trace a heart on his collarbone, eliciting a pretty gasp from him. "out of it."

zayne's eyes jerk open, glaring at you with unprecedented focus. you smile cheekily before pressing yourself deeper into him, eager to bear witness to what he'll do and say since he finally opened his eyes.

though, your smile doesn't last long. in an instant, his hands pin yours behind your back, causing your back to arch and your lips to part.

"i'm starting to think," he secures your wrists in his right hand and brings his left to his face, wiping away the mess you made. "you're doing this on purpose."

you grin. finally. he finally got the message. unable to hide your excitement, you lean in next to his ear and whisper, "what are you going to do about it, doc-tor?"

he inhales sharply, yanking your wrists.

"perhaps," he growls. "it's time you get a taste of your own medicine. prescribed by yours truly."

[gauntletqueen]

Imagine you meet this really cool girl online and hit it off and then after a bit when you go to meet up in person she texts you "please don't be mad" and reveals she's actually a bug capable of accessing the internet with her mind. Is this an improvement? Workable? A dealbreaker?

It'd be such a rare thing, I think I'd have to at least try to make it work! I mean, there was a spark, right? It would depend on what kind of bug, though. I'm envisioning a beetle due to Kafkaesque reasons, but I have a phobia for wasps due to childhood trauma (Which I do not blame the wasps for, it was the neglect of grownups that caused this fear) so if she was a wasp that might be a problem.

Anyway, I'm asexual, so it's not like that'd be a deal-breaker in the relationship, and sharing my apartment would be a lot more doable if she's a small bug, too! She wouldn't need to eat as much as a human either, so that'd save money.

One thing I'm wondering though, can she also talk? She can access the internet with her mind, but if that, along with her fully developed thought similar to a human, is the extend of her special traits, it'd make communication more difficult. I'd have to grab my phone every time she wants to say something to me because the only way she can do so is to send me messages? That'd be very annoying, and then I'd have to get a data plan for when we're on the go... Plus I've just started trying to use my phone less! Hmm, what a conundrum...

[violetrainbow412-blog]

A little bit of jam [B. R.]

Bob Reynolds x fem!mutant!reader

wc: 2.5k

Marvel and I are so fucking back, baby!! I think this mass love hysteria toward Bob is the best, and I honestly wanted to play with the "found family" trope a little because I love it so much. I hope you like it!

and if u have any idea, let me know ;)

Two months had already passed.

Two months since the sky split in two, since the world almost went to hell—again—and since a dysfunctional group of dangerously competent people were thrust into the headlines as the new “heroes.” No one was sure if the title was too big or too accurate. The only clear thing was that, after surviving hell together, you had ended up sharing something more than a mission.

Now you lived in the old Avengers Tower. Together.

It wasn't an official government decision or part of any rehabilitation protocol. It just happened. Most of you didn't have a fixed place to return to, and the few who did... didn't want to return at all. So, without saying it out loud, you started staying. One night. Then a week. Then a sofa became a bed, a kitchen became a habit, and lights left on at all hours stopped seeming strange. Without seeking it, you had made it work. As if the disaster had woven an impossible routine between people who, otherwise, would never have shared more than one mission.

Nobody said it, but you knew it.

You finally, amid all that chaos, felt like you fit in somewhere. You weren’t an Avenger, you weren’t an X-Men, you were never officially from anywhere. You’d grown up far from anyone who could explain to you what to do about your mutation, and you’d spent more time evading labels than claiming them. But now… now you had a room with your name written on the door in permanent marker (thanks to Yelena), a mug for your coffee (which sometimes Alexei stole from you), and an old Bob sweatshirt that you’d sometimes find hanging on your desk chair for no reason; as if someone knew when you needed it more than you did.

So, little by little, you began to look more like a team, a real team. But also, in a way, you shared a certain familiarity that all of you definitely needed in your lives.

Weekends were occasions, without explicitly stating it, to spend time together. Sometimes you'd just gather in the living room, put on a movie, and the rest would join in, or someone would start drinking, and soon you were all doing it.

Speaking of which, that day you had decided that a few boxes of donuts wouldn't hurt you and your friends. Maybe you could even make some coffee, since with the rain that had started to fall in the city, that seemed like a good plan.

When you walked in, you could see most of them. Yelena was sitting on the floor, completely wrapped in a huge blanket, eating a bag of chips with her feet up on the coffee table. Ava was leaning against the wall, silently observing everything, her arms crossed and a neutral expression that didn't quite hide her curiosity. John Walker was flipping through a magazine upside down, clearly just pretending to read while he kept an eye on what you had brought. Alexei was snoring in the largest armchair, face up, a remote control resting on his chest, as if it were a sacred artifact. Bucky was leaning against the counter, probably making himself a drink or reviewing policy documents.

And Bob… Bob was probably in his room. You noticed he was sleeping a lot lately. Not because he was lazy, not because he was idle, but because he was carrying his own mind, his memories, The Void… exhausted him in ways the others could barely understand. So none of you blamed him for taking long naps.

“I brought donuts,” you announced, in case anyone hadn’t noticed the packages you were holding.

NO one refused the food, and even Alexei, who seemed to be asleep, got up to get a couple upon hearing your announcement. You'd bought a variety of flavors, a box of classics and some more sophisticated ones, so almost all of you sat down at the coffee table to enjoy.

You exchanged a few pleasantries, talked about things that had happened and possible future missions. At one point, when everyone had already eaten at least two pieces, you saw Walker's hand reach for the box of donuts.

Serious mistake.

“NO!” you screamed, almost like a spring.

John froze, his finger brushing the blackberry's glossy glaze.

“Why not?” he asked, offended, as if you had denied him the last glass of water on the planet.

“That one’s for Bob.”

“But Bob isn’t here.”

“But it’s for him!” you insisted, crossing your arms, as if that closed the case.

“There’s more!”

“But don’t eat that one. Eat anything else.”

“It’s my favorite!”

“Well, what a shame, there’s only one and it’s not yours.”

Suddenly, everyone seemed interested in the donut. It was a blackberry donut with vanilla glaze, a small work of art in dessert form. The fluffy, lightly browned dough was covered in a smooth, glossy glaze that smelled of natural vanilla extract, not the cheap, cloying imitation. Above the glaze, a purple swirl of homemade jam snaked like a miniature galaxy, with tiny pieces of blackberry peeking out here and there like barely revealed secrets.

“I saw it first,” he replied, his hand now closer to the box.

“DON’T TOUCH IT!”

By then, Ghost had already materialized behind John, her head peeking out from over his shoulder.

"What if I cut it into two equal parts? Half for each of you."

“I said no!” you shouted.

“Do it,” John concluded, lifting the box to give it to Ava.

Yelena, sitting on the couch, gave a curious look while she chewed her third donut with total shamelessness.

"Why don't we just hide it and see who finds it first? Like a stupid, grown-up version of a treasure hunt?"

“No one’s going to hide that donut. I already told you it’s Bob’s,” you complained, twisting around to shield the box with your body as if it were a nuclear device.

Alexei, sitting at the bar with a beer in his hand, licked his lips.

"I say the only fair solution is hand-to-hand combat. Whoever wins keeps it!"

“No!” you shouted, and Bucky joined in. However, your friends had a different opinion.

“I fight,” Ghost said.

“You didn’t even want it in the first place!”

“Me too,” Walker said, already taking off his jacket.

“I can eat it while you guys fight!” Yelena said, but you had already thrown a pillow at her with surgical precision.

The room became a chaotic choreography: Walker dodging Ava, Yelena climbing the back of the couch like a cat on sugar overload, you trying to put the box on top of the cupboard, Ghost dematerializing mid-leap.

From his position, Bucky watched you like an exhausted dad and issued a warning about not breaking any of the furniture. Alexei, at his side, was shouting to encourage the fight.

Peace only returned when a sleepy voice was heard from the hallway:

“Why are you shouting? What time is it?”

Bob peeked out, his hair a mess and his eyes still squinting from his nap. The chaos stopped. You all looked at him. And you held the box up in the air like it was a trophy.

“Take it away!”

"What?"

“Take it!” you practically ordered him.

The poor man stumbled over to you and snatched the box from you, hearing a collective sigh. You were relieved, the others were annoyed.

"What is this?"

“I bought you a donut,” you explained simply.

Then he frowned and opened the box. It was a little squashed, but the blackberry dessert was still in one piece.

Bob blinked.

“Were you all killing each other over a donut?”

Perhaps it was the incredulous tone of voice, or how ridiculous the situation sounded when said out loud, but suddenly all of you found yourself holding back a laugh. A few seconds later, laughter erupted.

“What a shitty team we are.”

“We can share it, if you want…”

"Yes!"

“No!” you shouted in unison. Bob flinched slightly at the tone of your voice. “Walker can choke on all that’s left, but that one’s for you.”

You said it in a way that left no room for argument and he smiled slightly.

“It’s my favorite.”

“That’s what I said!” John complained. However, he didn’t pursue the matter further and approached the others, taking two more donuts as a sign of resignation.

As quickly as chaos had appeared, it was gone.

Alexei occasionally expressed his approval of what had just happened, arguing that this kind of situation was an exercise in group bonding. You thought you heard Bucky call you idiots, but in a tone that made it clear he didn't mean it.

"Here"

Your murmur brought Bob out of his thoughts, and he smiled broadly when you placed a mug in his hand. It was a gift from Yelena and was inscribed with: Today is a good day. Very appropriate, in your opinion.

"Thanks”

“Two of milk and one of sugar,” you announced with satisfaction.

His happiness only increased when he realized that you were actually paying attention to him.

You plopped down next to him on the soft couch—most people's favorite when it came to a nap—and he shrank down to give you space, sitting in the lotus position as he always did.

You watched him out of the corner of your eye. That day, he was wearing a thick, slightly baggy olive-green sweater with slightly long sleeves. The color had a muted hue, like moss or old pine, which brought out the sparkle in his eyes.

There was a white T-shirt underneath, barely visible at the neck. A pair of soft, dark gray sweatpants, the kind with drawstrings and deep pockets. And on his feet, a pair of dark socks with which he glided around the tower.

He didn't look scruffy, just comfortable.

“I got scared a little while ago. I thought something bad was happening.”

You let out a soft chuckle at his confession, feeling the tension in the air melt away.

“I’m sorry we woke you up.”

“Don’t worry. At least it wasn’t in vain,” he smiled reassuringly, taking a sip of his hot drink. The steam brushed his face before he opened the dessert box and looked at him with more than just hunger.

“How did you know this was my favorite?” he asked, surprised, as he carefully turned the box over in his hands.

“You told me.”

He looked up at you, clearly confused.

“Well… you didn’t tell me directly. I heard you muttering it in your sleep.”

“Do I talk in my sleep?”

“Apparently so. And you actually answer. Because when you said I'd give you a donut, I asked you what you were talking about… and you said you wanted this one.���

"How embarrassing.”

“It’s kinda cute, if you think about it.”

The rest of the group was absorbed in their conversations, muted laughter, and the occasional impromptu board game. Between you, the air felt more intimate, softer.

Bob took a bite of the donut. The slight crackle of the glaze broke with the sound of a deep sigh, as if something inside had loosened.

“When I was a good kid, my mom used to give me money to buy one of these,” his voice lowered slightly, almost as if he wasn’t sure if he should share “It wasn’t all the time, of course. And sometimes we went together, on the… the better days, you know. I think everything seemed simpler back then.”

He was silent for a moment.

“I’ve been thinking about her a lot lately, maybe that’s why I mentioned it in my sleep.”

“Oh… I… had no idea.”

“But it's a good thing. I forgot how good it tastes” a soft, nostalgic smile spread across his face. “I always liked this flavor because it has just the right amount of sweetness, with a hint of sourness. “I feel like it’s very similar to what life is like.”

He was silent again for a second, fiddling with the napkin between his fingers.

“It’s probably not something you’re interested in, but…”

“Yes, I’m interested,” you quickly interrupted “Any story you want to tell us will interest us, Bob. There’s Alexei with all his anecdotes from his years in the service… we’ve never complained, even though he tells them over and over again.”

He laughed a little, brief but genuine.

“Do you want to try some?”

“But it’s yours”

“I'd like you to try it. It's something I want to share.”

You hesitated for only a second before accepting. You leaned closer and took a small bite from the side opposite the one he'd tried. The flavor was more intense than you expected: sweet, sour, and smooth all at the same time.

Bob watched you silently, as if observing your reactions was more important than the dessert itself. When your lips curved into a smile, he nodded, satisfied.

“It's delicious.”

“Um, you have a little bit of jam left…” he said softly, leaning slightly towards you. He raised a hand, hesitant, then pointed a finger at your lower lip “This way.”

His gaze dropped to your mouth. The air seemed to stop for a moment.

For a moment, just a moment, it seemed as if he was going to lean closer. That he was going to wipe the jam off with his lips instead of his hand.

His eyes searched yours. And then, he took a deep breath. He lowered his hand, barely brushing your chin with his fingertips, and pulled away with a shy smile.

"That's it."

You didn't say anything at first. The warmth was still there, floating in the air, unnamed.

“You should, uh, drink your coffee. Before it gets cold.”

Your friend nodded at your suggestion and after that you tried to shake the nervousness from your mind, ignoring the sting that still burned where he had touched you.

Minutes later, fatigue began to take its toll. The noise of the group became a distant murmur, almost like a lullaby in the background. Bob leaned back slightly on the couch, still holding his cup in one hand. Without thinking twice, you approached and rested your head on his shoulder.

“Do you mind if I stay like this for a while?” you asked quietly.

“No. Stay”

His words were gentle. There was something so serene about him that made you close your eyes. Your arm instinctively reached for his, wrapping it around him in a gesture that didn't ask for permission, only offered shelter.

Bob stayed still, careful with every movement, as if breathing deeply could bother you. He felt your weight against his side, your breathing slowing. The warmth of your body was unlike any blanket; it was human, alive.

He felt held, loved, in a way he hadn't known he needed so much.

The team was always affectionate toward him. Many patted him on the back, hugged him unexpectedly, or sat very close without question. But this… this was different. It wasn't a casual display of affection. It was something that asked him to stay. Something that said: you're safe here.

He looked at you once more. You were already asleep, your lips parted and your brow barely relaxed. And although the chair wasn't entirely comfortable, and the noise continued in the background, Bob didn't want to move.

Not that night.

[zenmiren]

arranged husband! satoru gojo, who pretended to listen when the higher-ups mentioned a political marriage between his clan and yours. he honestly expected that they wouldn't marry him off. he thought,'most likely a distant cousin will be chosen', but not him.

arranged husband! satoru gojo, whose world came crashing down when the higher-ups chose him to be married off. no.. he already had a woman he was interested in.

arranged husband! satoru gojo, who forced a smile on the day of your wedding, sure, he didn't want to marry you, but he was taught manners, and he would treat you with the bare minimum at the least, and in his eyes, because he didn't love you, he was allowed to be unfaithful.

arranged husband! satoru gojo, who lied straight through his teeth when he spoke his vows.

arranged husband! satoru gojo, who always slept with his back faced towards you, you had occasionally tried to shuffle closer towards him, but he always ignored your advances

arranged husband! satoru gojo, who often lied about his whereabouts. you text him late at night, "when are you coming home?", he leaves you on seen.

arranged husband! satoru gojo, who after ignoring your texts, places his phone back down to crawl back into the arms of his beloved, inhaling the scent of her french perfume.

arranged husband! satoru gojo, whose coat had a sweet note, buried deep into the pocket. "come see me soon, i miss you, toru xoxo". the note was sealed with an obnoxious bright pink lipstick mark. you had found it when you were doing laundry.

arranged husband! satoru gojo, who listened to you quietly sob every night, thinking that he couldn't hear you and that he was asleep.

arranged husband! satoru gojo, who, after a full year of marriage with you, started to make no effort in hiding his affair, he knew you knew.

arranged husband! satoru gojo, who ditched you on your first year anniversary because his beloved was ill. he had his priorities straight.

arranged husband! satoru gojo, who had the gall to start bringing her home. your shared home.

arranged husband! satoru gojo, who doesn't bat an eye when you walk out of the house, all dressed up. he didn't even notice, too focused on giving all his attention to his beloved in the spare bedroom.

arranged husband! satoru gojo, who had found out that his beloved had simply just been using him for the things he could provide.

arranged husband! satoru gojo, who noticed the smell of men's cologne on you when you returned home.

arranged husband! satoru gojo, who after a week of boredom, heartbreak, and your absence every night, finally decides to follow you to the bar you always go to.

arranged husband! satoru gojo, who finds you with another man, he didn't know what came upon him but he was jealous.

arranged husband! satoru gojo, who continued to spy on you, just so he could get evidence and present it to you, just so he could confront you.

arranged husband! satoru gojo, who collects all his photos of you and your new man and dumps it in front of you when your eating breakfast

arranged husband! satoru gojo, who, after a heated argument with you, received a slap to the face before you grabbed your phone and wallet and walked out of the home.

arranged husband! satoru gojo, who now knows what it feels like to be the unloved spouse. you both couldn't divorce each other because the higher-ups would most likely throw tantrums, so he had to suck it up and watch as you found happiness in someone that wasn't him.

arranged husband! satoru gojo, who realised he had no one to blame but himself. he didn't love you, but he thrived off the love that you gave him, and now that it was gone, the reality slapped him in the face.

this is kinda cheeks but whatevs

also i wrote this like freaking 1 week ago but i forgot about it cus i was cramming algebra 💔💔

[saymio]

Little Girls Shouldn't Be Out Alone

Pairing: The Salesman x Fem!reader

Summary: running away from home might've been the worst decision of your life.. but its not because youre homeless now, its because you met him.

Warning: dead dove do not eat, brief knife play, dubcon, light bdsm, kidnapping/stalking, age gap, mentions of suicide + more.

A/N: not proof read. I tried doing the salesman justice..I promise

6.9k Words

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the scene you were in was so cliche it was almost funny. your mother died not too long ago, and it was really hard for you because she was the one person in your life that seemed to really care about you. she was everything you wanted to be in life..growing up she was your idol, and to this day she still is... you just wished you had noticed it sooner.. maybe if you did you could've prevented it.. prevented her suicide. its been 2 months but it still haunts your brain, the scene of it. you wanted to throw up thinking about it. her bright smile ceased to exist, her intelligence couldnt impress you any more. it all ended with the gun going off in her mouth..intelligence splattered all over the walls of her shared bedroom with the gun laying next to her... and in result of your mothers suicide your father had to take you in. they had divorced when you were around 4 years old...you don't remember much. but living with him made you realize, your mother did the best choice she could've made then..even if she cried over it for years.

your father was an alcoholic, he didn't abuse you with hits and violence but he abused you with words. blaming you from the divorce and suicide of your mother. you tried to not let it get to your head..it wasn't your fault and he knew it. if anything the blood of your mother stained his hands.. but with the never lasting tournament he inflicted on you a part of you thought maybe he was right...maybe she didn't end her life over you but you could've prevented it. you were the closest person to your mother and vice versa..so..how did you never notice it? her suffering? did you miss all the signals..how stupid were you... she ended her life and you did nothing about it. you were useless...as per usual...

anyways...as you were saying. the scene you stood in the middle in was so cliche, it was like it belonged in a teenagers wattpad story. you were crouched down in an alley way, rain soaking you and everything around you as you sobbed into your hands. you couldn't live with your father anymore, you just couldn't. you knew if you stayed just one week longer..you'd follow your moms footsteps.. you hated this, you just wanted to live a happy normal life. apply for a nice university, move into a dorm, and visit your mom and dad during breaks... but the world wanted otherwise. here you were, drenched in water as you sat in the middle of nowhere...you had run away from home. you had no idea what to do next. your covered your backpack in a plastic bag but it barely helped. all your necessities were wet and your money was probably soggy by now. you're so stupid. couldve you just checked the forecast. to make sure the day you run away from home was a day the weather wouldn't freeze you alive? you couldnt do anything, nothing at all. should you just head back home? deal with your fathers screams for just a few months more before you could save up and move out? or should you just stay here..soggy and homeless... you knew what you were going to do... you'd stay here. you could take what the world would throw at you. you knew you could..but you just couldn't take another second of your dads tormenting. hes probably hoping you went off and jumped off a bridge or something..ending your fate just like your mother did.

you had fallen asleep, it was still raining and cold...but it was notably less than before. you were shivering, shaking in both fear and how frigid you were feeling. your teeth were clattering and you were being hyper aware of everything around you. if someone comes up to me all scary and intimidating I'll throw my backpack at them. it'll give me time to run away.. the sound of cars driving on the slippery wet roads filled your ears ever so often...the street was dead. if something happened to you no one would know.. squish squish squish you could hear the sound of foot steps echo around the streets...and it was getting louder..closer... until... "what are you doing here." a man holding an umbrella was standing Infront of you, he looked neat and tidy. the opposite of what you looked like at the moment. his suit was ironed to perfection, not a wrinkle in site. his hair slicked back neatly with gel.. and his features... they were striking and fierce.. he was handsome.. he tilted his head to the side and stared at you with his souless dark eyes. "well?" his tone wasnt soft but it wasn't stern either...it was like he was asking a child if they could hand him over the toy they've been playing with... you gulped down the lump that was forming inside your throat. "n-nothing..nothing important.." you spoke, barely over a whisper. you were nervous and scared. you felt like something was off about him, he just seemed too good to be true. handsome men like him always have something they hide from the rest of the world. he raises his right eyebrow at you, obviously not believing that you were doing nothing.. "do you need help? I could get you a new pair of clothes. this area is dangerous, did you know that?" he smiled at you, but it wasn't genuine at all. it was like one of annoyance...if he was so annoyed why would he offer a hand to you? it didn't make sense... you stared up at him from the floor, you felt like a stray puppy left in a box. and he was here to pick you up and become your new owner.. you knew this was probably a bad idea, you knew he was bad business. but.... you were so scared and cold in the rain..what would be worse than this? "yeah...I need help.." you spoke softly, you refused to look at him as you did so. you felt embarrassed....asking a stranger for help because of a stupid mistake you did with your own free will..you're pathetic... "great, I'd love to help you. follow me." he spoke, but it didn't seem like he was glad or happy to be at help at all.. he spoke with a deadpan voice, as if he was bored and wanted to get this over with. was this some sort of community service thing he has to do? help the homeless during the rain? whys he acting like he's being forced at gunpoint to do this... you got up from the ground, all wet and soaked in rain water. you felt so uncomfortable you wanted it to end..you grabbed your bag and followed him at a small distance... he lead you to a car. a black suv, it was clean and pretty...and it looked warm. you kept walking until you were right next to him, was he gonna let you inside the car? but you'd make it dirty and wet..and was this even a good idea??? heading inside a strange mans car in the middle of the night in the pouring rain.. but you didnt have much time to think much about it as he had opened a door to the car..the interior was a lot like him. clean, tidy and sleek... "well? get inside, don't worry about getting it wet. I don't mind." he smiled at you again, with the same fake smile that made your skin crawl because of the sheer eeriness to it. "ah- yes okay..." you crawled into the car, your wet clothes making a slight squeaky sound against the material of the car seat.. you set your bag next to you as he slammed the door shut...and it was pretty aggressive. the loud slam that echoed through the streets from it made you flinch as you stared at him walking around the car to the drivers seat.

you were sitting on the toilet, inside of this strange mans house...I mean, nothing happened yet so you should be safe right?... you turn to look at the shower that was running, waiting for the water to turn warm..and then you stared at the folded clothes. he grabbed some clothes he thought would fit you and sent you to the bathroom with it. you were confused, he was being nice..but for what? it seemed like he didn't want anything from you..maybe he was a little annoyed but he was still helping you.. he seemed normal.. you were so confused. he even put the clothes you were wearing and the clothes that got wet in your backpack into the washer. maybe humanity is just getting better and he's truly just a kind man who wants to help? you stare around in the bathroom, its almost all white with black accents. it was very modern and clean..paintings on the walls that probably cost more than your houses rent..because truthfully this man was obviously very rich. his house was huge and it seemed like he had rows and rows of guest rooms..it was impressive. maybe he was just a snobby rich guy that was trying to fix his attitude. so maybe that's why he seemed so annoyed and put off with you.. he was trying to fix his views on dirty poor people by helping them!! that had to be it..you just cracked the code!! you smirk to yourself and give yourself an imaginary pat on the back before checking the water to see if it was hot now..and when it was you stepped into the shower. the warm water fell onto your body, like it was engulfing you in a tight hug. even though you were in a strangers house, in an area you didn't even know existed...you felt like you were at home. taking a warm shower, getting ready to go out with your mom..... you and the strange man haven't spoken much, he just gave you clothes, put your old clothes in the washer, gave you food and sent you to a guest room.. he was cold, you'd expect a man that was willing to help a stranger from the streets to be nice..and warmer. but he wasn't. you were getting curious about him, what was his name? where did he work? why'd he even help you...but you decided to stay in your place. at the end of the day, you two were still strangers who would never meet again after this. the thought kind of left a pang in your heart. you wanted to know more about him..maybe..maybe he'll want to stay in touch..? but you highly doubted that considering how cold and silent he was. he probably just felt pity seeing such a young girl sleeping in the rain on the streets...he didn't do this to get close. just to make himself feel better.. that's how rich people just are.. you sighed and stared up at the ceiling of the room..you'd be out of there by tomorrow, left in the streets all alone again. you felt your eyelids getting heavy, you started to black out until you closed your eyes and fell asleep..sound asleep.

you woke up to the sound of knocking on the bedroom door, you could only assume it was the man that helped you last night because..who else could it be? you woke up, still droopy as you stretched and looked out the windows. it was bright out now...it was time to get up... you didn't want to but that didn't matter because this wasn't even your house. you got out of the bed and put the slippers the man gave you on. you pulled the shirt that was slipping off your shoulder up as you lazily shuffled your way to the door and creaked it open. you started up at the taller man, again in his neat suit and styled hair. he always manages to unintentionally..or maybe intentionally embarrass you. "still sleepy, huh? you should change and put your clothes in your bag. breakfast is being made." he flashes you another smile...a fake forced smile. its like he doesn't know how to smile or something...you just slowly nod your head at him before he turns around and leaves... you were hoping he'd get the sense of pity again and let you stay longer. you wouldn't mind being treated llke shit here if it meant you got to stay in this house. but of course..people don't like it when cockroaches sneak inside. you closed the door In front of you and did the bed. you didn't want to leave with a bad impression In case he even gets this weird savior complex again..you did the bed and packed your clothes, you headed your way downstairs to the kitchen with your bag in hand...that smell..it smelled like home. the smell of bacon filled your senses as you got closer and closer down the stairs. you haven't smelled something like that in the morning since your mother died, she would always make you eggs, bacon and toast. it was simple but you loved it. you just wished you had savored it more because with no shocker,, your dad doesn't cook. at all. you almost always order something and if you don't you're the one cooking. but even then, he always complains about how shitty your food tastes..even though you know its not true. you finally get to the end of the staircase, the stairs end right near the kitchen so you get a good look at what's going on. it seems he has a personal chef cooking up breakfast as he's sat at the table, sipping on coffee while on his phone. "ahem.." you awkwardly announce your presence to the man at the table, he stares up at you with a blank face. eyes full of nothing but darkness..the more you stare the scarier he gets. as if he were a walking body with no soul inside of him. "sit down. breakfast is almost finished." he speaks blankly, just like his face. something about the atmosphere feels a lot more awkward than before. it seems he isn't even bothering to smile at you like earlier...maybe something happened while you got changed? or maybe he's just not a morning person...you wouldn't really know but you started day dreaming. wondering about his life. maybe its because of how mysterious he is, or his face or wealth..you weren't really sure but something about him allured you. you wanted to know more even if he didn't want to know more about you. you didn't really care if the interest was one sided. you were just too curious... but again, not your place.. at least you felt like it wasn't..he was clearly not interested in having small talk with you. like at all. you didn't want to annoy him more than he seemingly already was. you wanted him to help you again because truthfully, no matter how scary he was or seemed..he was still helping you.. and you need the help. and appreciated it.. minutes passed and nothing was even muttered, a small cough or creak of the chair every now and then but that was it...and the silence was deafening. it was so awkward you could die..you were fiddling with your fingers waiting for the food, you almost just wanted to ask if you could leave now and that you didn't want to eat but.. that would be rude, and you didn't want to be rude. so you just sat still, letting the silence explode your eardrums. . .

"your food is ready" those four words felt like an angel had just saved you from hell, you were about to explode from the tension. and it wasn't the good kind. "ah, thank you!" you bowed your head at the lady that cooked the breakfast as she walked away.. you looked at your plate and then at the mans non existent one..he wasn't going to eat breakfast? he has seen your confused stares because he set his phone down and placed his chin on his hand, he was staring right at you. "I don't eat breakfast. I was just waiting for you to get your food." he stared at you before smiling at you, it wasn't as eerie or fake as the other smiles he's given you but..it was exactly genuine either. like a pity smile..something along those lines. "oh..thank you for waiting.." you bowed your head at him too before you began to eat..it was the same breakfast..the same one your mother had always made for you..what were the odds?..right? you felt yourself getting emotional, eating this simple breakfast just reminded you of your mother. but you couldnt cry Infront of this man...he'd probably just stare at you and do nothing about your sad state...you didn't feel like embarrassing yourself like that. not Infront of this stranger. . . . . "I finished..." you stare up at him, your entire plate is finished due to not eating all day yesterday. he stared at your plate and then at you, you felt kind of embarrassed..like he was judging you for eating.. "okay, should I leave you where I found you or at a house" he stared at you with a blank face, emotionless as he awaited your answer. you help in a frown at the way he worded it, sure he found you but...it felt like he was referring to you as if you were a stray animal. you bit the inside of your right cheek, you really didn't want to go. you wanted to stay safe in shelter but you didn't have a choice...you could either ask him to take you back to the place you dreaded the most, or a place you dreaded a little less... "take me back to the alley way you saw me in.." you stared at your lap as he nodded. he pushed his chair back before taking one last sip of his coffee. "follow me to the car." he pushed his chair back under the table as you got up right after him... I guess now my journey as a homeless person really starts now...I need to find a job soon...

time skip

its been a couple of days since the strange man helped you from the alley way. your delusional side tells you one day he'll be back for you so you sleep there everynight, letting a dumpster bin hide your sleeping body from those who pass by the alley way. todays its been awfully gloomy, cloudy, windy and cold.. you were hoping it wouldn't rain since you didn't want to stay there cold and wet again..and you highly doubted the man would be back for you if it did...you spent most of these days searching for a job, with no avail.. rejection after rejection ...it was wearing you down... how long would you even hold up for in these streets? you were barely 20 but you were already on the streets. not like you had a choice. it was either suicide or homelessness for you.. you decided to just take a break from searching for jobs today. you didn't have much money left from your savings but you had enough spare change to go to put your dirty clothes and buy an ice cream in the park nearby...you went looking around for a big enough plastic bag to cover your backpack in. you had a feeling it would rain hard again, you could smell it even. and you didn't want to play princess waiting for her knight in shining armor to come save her. you need to think ahead..and be smart..

as always..you were right. it was going to rain today, and it was raining hard. it brought you back to the day you were found by the man all cold and scared in the rain. you were lucky he didn't rape you, you were too trusting of him.. you were once again shuffled up in the alley way, wet and cold. you were sitting on the ground hugging yourself while your backpack sat next to you. at least you found a bag for it, at most it'd get a little wet but nothing compared to last time... your hair and clothes were soaked, you could feel water droplets form on your eyelashes as you tried to wipe away the water that was landing on your face with your equally as wet hands. you were scared..again. you were hoping to god the man would come back, you even place your backpack in view to the street and road Incase he passed by..he would know you were still there. your entire body was ice cold, your breath, fingers, clothes, you were freezing.. after a few hours of sitting in the rain you decided that it was about time you just go to sleep..no one was going to come by and save you again. you leaned your head onto the dumpster next to you and fell asleep. the sheer cold and wetness of the situation didn't leave your senses but..it was almost like you had forgotten about it while you slept. . . . "again?" you heard a voice, a very familiar voice..you jumped out of your sleep and looked up at the person standing infront of you. it was the man that had helped you last time this happened. you felt your cheeks warm up, both at how embarrassing this was, and how sweet (?) it was.. he came back to check on you. whether it was out of worry or pity, you couldn't tell. but either way it made you happy to see someone checking up on you. he just started at you, with the same dark, soulless eyes as always. he just turned around and started walking away. you didn't know whether you should follow him or not..but you trusted your guts and you did. he led you to the same suv as before, it even looked the same. clean, sleek..like you hadn't gotten it dirty that day you got in. "get in" he stared at you, waiting for your response. his sentence threw you off a little, it was as if he was commanding you...but you didn't pay much attention and got inside the car. watching him as he slammed the door again..and walked around the car into the drivers seat. he was still the same.. but in his defense its only been 4 days since he had helped you.

you two were sitting at the dining table, his cook had made the two of you steak with some veggies.. you weren't that hungry but you still ate to be respectful..the same awkward silence corrupted a seemingly 'wholesome' moment. you wanted to say something, it was itching inside your throat. you just wanted to ask his name so you didn't have to call him a stranger anymore.. but he still didn't seem interested. why the hell would he help you if he wasn't interested in even getting to know your name? this was the second time. and even if he denied it was obvious he went there for you..to help you. "you, what's your name." he had put down his fork and knife and stared at you, obviously asking you the question. but you still felt unsure if you should answer. what if he was looking at someone else..or what if he was insane and talking to himself..you were so lost in your thoughts you didn't even notice how his face was changing. he was getting irritated with you. "well? I asked you a question." his voice was more stern than before, his eyebrows were raised and he looked at you with an expression you couldn't read. it was probably annoyance though. "oh- I'm sorry..I've just been kind of out of it...my names y/n" you stared at him and give him an awkward smile. you fiddled with your fingers under the table, you didn't know if he was going to keep talking. "I can tell. well y/n, what are you doing outside all alone? don't tell me you're this young and so in debt you had to go homeless." he stared at you, his facial expression changing to disappointment. but you ignored that and processed what he said first, what does he mean he can tell? did he bring you here just to insult you?? you internally scoffed before shaking your head not to him. "I'm thanfully not in any debt... I just left my home for personal reasons.." you weren't staring at his face but you could tell his facial expression changed, he simply just hummed at you and took a sip of his wine. "what about you? what's your name..and how old are you? you felt it was fair to ask him questions back since he had asked you some. it isn't rude to just be curious right? "you can just call me sir. and I'm 42 years old.. old, huh?" he sarcastically laughed and took a sip of his wine. all that you were thinking was, why was he trying to be so mysterious?? "oh..okay..sir" it felt awkward calling him sir, what if it was a weird kink of his..he could've atleast given you a fake name if he wanted to be like that.. . . . . "thank you for helping me again sir" you bowed at him, not too 90 degree angle but just enough for your thankfulness to be clear. "I appreciate it." you smiled at him, and unlike his smiles..yours was genuine. you truly were happy to have been 'safe' from the rain. even if it soaked you for a while... you were at the alley way again, the sky still looked cloudy and sad. you were scared itd rain again but that's a worry youd have to think of for later. "youre welcome y/n." he just gave you another fakeass smile, the one that's painfully obvious like he's doing it on purpose before he got into his car and drove off. leaving you there to figure out what you should do if it does rain again. but you werent too worried..maybe he'd come back..?

history repeats its self, at least it was for you. you kept finding yourself hugging yourself for warmth in the same alley way, with the same rain pouring down on you. was this strange man gonna save you from this rain aswell or has he given up on saving you from the cruel weather. maybe its still you gulp up the courage to go back home because the weather was driving you insane. the mans help wasn't even helping , it was just giving you a false sense of hope. you sat there for hours, under the pouring rain. and even worse, this time it was thundering. your skin was cold and freezing, every inch of you was soaked in water. you wanted to melt into the ground, the scene was so pathetic. you were pathetic. . . . after what felt like an eternity you came to the conclusion he truly wasn't going to help you. you were nothing but a prop to fuel his ego.. you let your heavy eyelids close as the rains soaked you and everything around it... you would just sleep it out..and find somewhere to sleep that wouldn't leave you like this. . . . you fluttered your eyes open not long after you had fallen asleep. you weren't fully awake yet but you have a strange feeling that someone was looking over you...watching you... you turned your head and rubbed your eyes. you stared at the person watching you, it was the strange man!! he was here to save you from the rain one last time.. your eyes brightened as you stared at him, but something was off. he was holding something..your eyes were a little fuzzy so you couldnt see properly but you knew it wasn't an umbrella like always..he was also getting soaked in the rough rain. before you could ask him about it you felt something hard hit your head. like you've just been struck a pipe... you stared up at the man, eyes going droopy as you fell to the ground... did he just hit you? what...what was happening..why you..?

you woke up in a barely lit, red room. you were confused and scared. you didnt remember much.. just the fact that you were hit by some sort of pole and woke up here. did karma finally get to you for not helping your mom in her time of need? were you going to get raped and killed here?? you started to hyperventilate, you wanted to scream for help but you found it hard to even make noise..your throat was closing and it felt like you were going to pass out again.. your breaths were rapid and your body was shaking. you wanted to get away but you couldnt. your wrists were bound to a chair that seemed to be super glued to the floor. you were pulling at the restraints, you were gasping for air. your eyes were slit as they darted around the room..looking for anyone that could help you... "fuck you look so hot when you're scared" a figure walked out from the shadows of the room...it was the man that had been saving you from the rain??! his dark eyes pierced holes into your head, you were trying to process what the fuck was happening.. he stepped closer to you and stopped right Infront of you. you pushed against the floor and chair, trying to find a way to magically get away. your eyes were wide and filled to the brim with fear, your breathing only got worse as you started to let out choked sobs. "p-please..don't do anything to me please..please.. let me go....I wont..tell anyone..please" you closed your eyes shut, not wanting to look at the man that you were hoping just hours ago would come save you. when you wanted to be saved you didn't mean it like this.. your salty tears dripped from your chin onto the collar of the dry shirt you were wearing. it seemed while you were out he had changed you out of your wet clothes and into the same pair you had worn last time you were here.. your head held low as you were sobbing for your dear life, he hasnt done anything to you yet but you knew he was going to. his cold hands touched your chin, yanking it up to stare at him. the action only made you sob harder, your eyes still glued shut. you didn't want to look at him, you did- "open your eyes and stare at me if you don't want to end up dead." you flinched and opened your eyes quickly, your large eyes stared up at his. they were wet and teary...you just wanted to be free..you didn't want to be here..before you could act upon anything he leaned down and licked one of your eyes, licking away the forming tears that were prickling at the corner of it. you didn't know if this was some sort of weird kink of his or if he did it just to make you uncomfortable but you hated it. it felt uncomfortable and too in your space. you hated this foul man. disgusting. your face was a mixture of uncomfortability, anger and fear. and he loved it. "I love that weird face you're making, doll, keep doing it" he smirked at you..he was staring you down. making you even more uncomfortable than before. he was a freak, was he into peoples pain or something?? can he just let you go.. he stared at you even longer..inspecting every little movement your face made...he loved it. he loved seeing you in discomfort and fear. it fit you, really well. "ever since I've seen you I've been mesmerized... don't mistaken my words as a confession though. this isn't love. this is desire." he reached his hand out to your head, patting and petting you. ruffling your hair and making it all messy..as if you were his pet. "you know, when I saw you..I thought to myself.. 'little girls shouldn't be out alone'..especially in the rain.. where gross men like me could stick their slimy dicks inside you with no consequence." his hand wandered down from your hair to your cheek, down to your neck.. his large hand gripped at your neck, causing you to squirm under the fear he might choke you to death. his eyes and list scrunched into a smile as his hand pressed on your neck, watching you squirm under his grip. "I wouldn't kill you before putting my dick inside you. so calm down, will you?" he grips tighter around your neck as his other hand crawls its way down up body....

he stripped the clothes you had on from your body, you were sitting on the chair, naked. your wrists are still bounded to the chair so you couldn't move or go anywhere. you felt so gross. a random middle aged man was manhandling your tits, grabbing them so hard it left red marks on them. you were holding in moans, you were scared but fuck did his hands feel good on your sensitive nipples. but you didn't want him to know you didn't want him to know you were feeling go- "AH!~" you let out a mixture of a scream and a moan, his right hand had snuck its way down from your chest to your now wet pussy. he shoved two fingers inside, no warning, no prep, just shoved them in. only using the wetness of your pussy to help his movements. your back arched against the chair, you were moaning in both pain and pleasure now. he was handling you like a piece of meat, roughly 'massaging' your boobs and ruining your insides. he made rough scissor motions with his fingers, occasionally curling them inside of you. it hurt so bad, it hurt. so. bad. "you cried and sobbed like you didn't want this but look at you now. moaning under me. you were even wet when I put my fingers in. slut." his voice was deep and full of need,, he took his hand away from your tits before he slapped you. really hard. the skin on your cheek stung and was probably starting to turn red.. but it felt good..even thought you didn't want this, and all you wanted to do was go home...his fingers..they felt too good to go back. "fuck I wanna make you go through so much pain, I want to ruin you. fuck." his fingers continued to ravish your insides as he shamelessly started to rub his hard on. he was getting so turned on by this. a scared young girl, pleasuring the older scary guy Infront of her so he can make it out alive.. he wanted more. he took his hand out of your pussy, your clit was twitching. needy for more. you whined at him, you wanted to cum, you wanted to release.. you wanted it all... he scoffed at you before spitting onto your face and giving you another harsh slap. "stop complaining bitch, be grateful anyone would even want to fuck a dirty mutt like you." he tsk'd at you before turning around and grabbing something from a small box nearby. your heart was pounding, your mind was racing and your hole was pulsing. the way he disrespected you, the way he spoke to you.. it turned you on. were you just needy for approval and wanted to do what it takes to impress the guy? or maybe it was so you could keep your life..or maybe you were just insanely horny. you didn't even know at this point. you didn't know what was taking over you. the man turned around...holding a knife. you started to feel your heart race in fear again, your breath hitched as you tried to push away from the chair...and of course you couldn't. he stepped closer, and closer, an closer. until he was barely inches away from you. he raised the knife and pointed it at your stomach, pushing it into your skin.. not enough to stab you or make your bleed, but enough for it to hurt. it was like getting a shot at the doctors office that lasted too long for your comfort. you shifted under the knife, you were uncomfortable. not that scared but you were anxious..you didn't like the thought of a sharp knife being pushed onto the skin of your stomach that much.. "you look cute like this. I would cut you but I don't think it's time for that right now." he smiled at you, like you had just won a grand prize..and frankly you think you did. you didn't want to deal with more pain than what you were already feeling. he put the knife down, dropping it onto the floor. your pupils were blown. he looked so hot like this. it was scary but, hot as fuck. "opinions on getting your insides ruined?" he spoke, flashing his signature fake smile.

you were finally free from the chair, your wrists felt so much better. they felt less imprisoned.. but you didn't have much time to think about that as your insides were getting rearranged by the man you had once found safety in. you were in mating press, your thighs were rubbing against the skin of your stomach. loud gross sounds of skin slapping and wet pussy filled the room, he was filling you up. you let out loud unstable moans as he ruined you. his face was stuffed into the crook of your neck as he bit and nipped at it harshly. leaving dark bruises and hickeys on it as he kept slamming into you. your felt sweat dribble from your forehead as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. it felt. so good. you could hear him panting, louder and louder as his dick was hitting places you couldn't dream of reaching on your own. it hurt a lot, it felt like you were going to get split open any second now but..the pleasure..the pleasure of your pain and of his thick cock was flooding your brain. you'd worry about the pain later.. "fuck you look so hot when your insides are getting blown out" he grips at your neck, hard as he fucks you like a ragdoll. your hands fly to his, gripping and clawing at his hand. an attempt to unblock your airway, to no avail. his movements started to get rabid and sloppy, he was close. you knew he was. he let go of your neck, leaving a faint bruise due to his grip before he slapped your cheek again. the stinging, it only got worse. you felt like every inch of your body was getting ruined and beat. and truthfully, you loved it. "fuuu- fuuck.. sir- i- fuck..m' gonna cum! m' close! please let me cum! please please please!" your words were fast and sloppy, you were close, you needed to cum you needed it. he spat on your face again, making you feel like a disgusting piece of meat..but you loved it. you wanted to make him proud. he took his left hand and started to rub your clit as he slammed into you. each time it got faster and faster. "cum for me baby, show me how much you love my cock..fuuck.." you arched your back against the bed as it started to make a loud annoying squeaking sound from the rapid movements on it. "fu- ah~! fuckfuckfuckfuck yes yes please ah more more please ah ouh..~" your loud moans filled the room as you came all over his cock, leaving a white ring of sticky substance at the base of his dick. shortly after he came inside of you, filling you up with cum with a loud(ish) grunt. he didn't stop though, he kept moving, not only to help you out your high but to bring you to another. this man doesn't intend to stop until youre full of bruises and unable to walk..

Another note: I REALLY HOPE THIS IS GOOD, I fr spent all day on this (started at 8am, its already 8pm rn omfg) I hope I portrayed his character well, idk if I made him too mean or tame or wtv idk hshshhs, reqs are open!! pls check blog rules before u send them though:)

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[yourlittlebunnyy]

all the times franco and yn were unhinged on each others socials

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francolapinto gladly mami

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landonorris WHAT DID I JUST READ???

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francolapinto i may or may not have a problem right now...

ynusername a big one? 😏☝️

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charlesleclerc that's how we fill everyday, every hour, every second.

alexalbon NEVERMIND

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yourbestie 😍😍😍

user10 the comments started nice...

williamsracing we are tired😃

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landonorris i... i think i just saw franco looking at this and excusing himself...

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ynusername damn papi i wanna sit on your face😫

francolapinto who's stopping you? definitely not me

landonorris WHAT

charlesleclerc someone needs to start a petition to media train this two because man, i am tired...

alexalbon the way i would sign so quick...

ynusername didn't realise everyone hates us😟

user11 GIRL-

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carlossainz i sighed so loud.

user12 me too, carlos. me too.

user13 GIRL WE GET IT PLS STOP😭😭😭

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yourbestie she is. she is also blushing and she's been staring at this post for the past 10 minutes. send help.

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alexalbon see how its nice now that she's been media trained?

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ynusername AHAHAHAH NO you guys thought williams could trap me? 👺

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williamsracing well, fuck.

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user19 i dont think thats how it works...

user44 mind that's my first impression of you! 🙂

ynusername currently hyperventilating dont ask me anything

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ynusername uhmmmm he was... wearing a shirt?☝

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alexalbon why i always speak too soon

landonorris nurse she's out again

yourbestie i tried. i failed. i can't defend you anymore, yn. 😞

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yourbestie ADMIRE??? SISTER YOU'RE BASICALLY SEXTING WITH HIM IN THE COMMENTS🙏

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[thedarkestrivernymph]

Soft yan clan leader has me soo🫠 imagine the horror if he were to argue with his beloved wife or try to deny her something and she looks like she's about to cry or the grovel if he pissed her off and she ignored him ahhh i neeeed himmm

Oh my... the ideas in my head... 😶‍🌫️

Soft Yandere! Clan Leader x Wife! Reader

warnings(?): slight angst, very cheesy/romantic, emotions

note: it's written from his perspective:)

"I refuse." his tone was strict, reminiscent of a dull dagger that someone forgot to sharpen. That's what you did to him; you took his bite away.

Sighing he massaged his temples.

"I don't want my wife roaming around the streets ever again without my explicit knowledge." his fingers curled until his knuckles whitened.

"Do you have any idea of the sheer number of ill-intending people out on streets at nighttime? My love what if danger befell you while I wasn't there to shield you? What if some sick bastard—."

"Husband. Did I hurt you so?" your bottom lip trembled, shame glistened in the corners of your eyes; those beautiful eyes that he wanted to bind with silk so that no one else could admire them.

"My love I just worry—"

"I didn't want to cause you to worry." now you started sniffling and he could audibly hear his heart shatter. "I just missed my hometown so much and— I forgot myself. I am sorry." you muttered. He could detect the insecurity creep into your wavering tone; he was losing you again to the demons in your pretty head.

"I won't ever cause you trouble again, husband."

"My love that isn't what I—"

"Goodnight." you spun on your heel, adamant on slipping through his fingers like sand before he could even raise his voice in protest, demanding you to stay. If you just knew that he didn't blame you for getting carried away by the memories of your childhood, longing for a time much more innocent nor that he found you troublesome—he only wanted you safe and snug under his wing, why couldn't you understand?

But he wouldn't have that. No more. He would never tire of chasing you—but he couldn't bear the sight of your backside any longer.

"Love," his breath tickled the shell of your ear, on hand splayed across your waist, the other wrapped around your jaw, "don't run away. At least not today. I apologise, so much, for your husband's inability to make you understand just how much he loves you."

He sighed again, pressing a kiss to your earlobe, over the dangling diamond that had once belonged to his mother.

"Please don't think you're troubling me. I only worry because wherever you go you take my soul with you. And a man can't survive without that, now can he?" he drew you further in, engulfed you in his embrace, letting the darkness of the night be the only observer of the intimacy between the two of you.

"My love." he breathed.

"My love," he repeated,"I love you, please stop believing otherwise. I beg you of you. Please love me too." there was clear frustration in his tone, silent suffering that would only rarely slip through the cracks of his usual mask yet with you; he discarded that very facade alltogether.

The room was cloaked in darkness like so many other nights, yet this night felt colder, icy even. He was desperate to reach through to you. Slowly, the words he would always spit out felt repetitive; too artificial for his liking and he feared you would perhaps never believe in them.

"My love please—"

You kissed him.

He had searched for heaven before he met you, but now he found it between your lips. In the way you hugged him not with your arms but with your mouth, glossy gaze a split open, gazing at him as if you had finally, finally, accepted the truth.

It was mind-numbingly sweet; it didn't last very long, your tongue only shyly prodded at his bottom lip before you tried fleeting back like a startled deer, eyes everywhere but on him. Still, he held you in his arms refusing to let you escape—because now that he finally had a taste of heaven, he would never let you out of his embrace.

"I love you." he uttered. And now, even as you didn't reply, only looking away bashfully in the way he found so cute he could pinch your cheeks, he knew that he had finally succeeded.

He had captured your heart—the soul of his heaven, his sacramentum, his moon.

You were his.